#hobie angst

[the-kr8tor]

Movement

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

Word count: 3k

Summary: You see a familiar face during a protest.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, can be read as platonic, CW blood, TW violence, CW injury.

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A/N: special thanks to @pleaktale and @thesevenofstaves!!

One second you were standing atop a cop car with your megaphone blasting while you yell at the armoured coppers below. People were rallying behind you with the same fervor you had, throat aching screams thrown at the opposition whilst banners and picket signs reign high. It was peaceful for the most part, there was no pushing or hitting on both ends, but then just one bright muzzle flash from the coppers, just one ego infested man with a gun was all it takes for chaos to reign.

Fire flies from above, curling its flames downward towards you and the crowd behind you.

With brave yells from your people that depicts all the hurt and anger for the corrupt and oppressive government— it became screams of terror as the kevlar-covered cowards marched forward. Pushing and shoving with their glimmering barrels pointed directly at them. The ear splitting sounds of gunfire and broken glass rings in your ears like a broken record. The air smells like ash and embers, and yet, your people don't back down from the violence brought about generations ago.

After a struggle, you stand arm and arm with them, you know every single face. On your right is your neighbour just across the street from your own place. And on your left is the bassist from a local band. All have stories to tell, and different lives lived, but you all stayed to fight for the same cause, to fight for what's right against the regime that never fought for you or the people who hold your arm in a tight yet shaking grip.

Smoke itches your eyes, soot covers your face as the coppers stand before you, armed to the teeth, wrapped in darkened armour against regular citizens bearing not a single weapon on them or kevlar covering their chest. Yet, they look at you behind their dark visors with fury and gritted teeth.

The car under your feet creaks as the fire cackles on the bridge, flames strategically scattered to keep you all away from your goal.

“Hold!” You yell, and everyone grips tightly to one another. One thousand strong, one thousand faces that are full of determination but with fear etched in their eyes.

Everyone has gathered to end tyranny with hope by their side as they assemble around the bridge that faces Osborn's building.

The armed men bring out their riot shields, banging it with their batons as if they would even need it when your side is the one left bleeding and burned.

You swallow thickly, inhaling the smoke filled air despite your mask as they march forward in their militaristic pace. Shields clang and boots thump simultaneously. You and everyone fighting for what's right holds on tight.

An impenetrable wall of defiance.

Glancing at the woman next to you, the same woman who watched you grow up before her very eyes— you falter when you see her tear stained cheeks.

“Hold on.” She says, palm sliding from your arm to your hand, squeezing you tightly.

You could only nod as you turned towards the marching. And in their eyes, you see fiery embers reflected, and you know they've broken the line drawn on the sand as a fire bomb comes whizzing upwards from somewhere in the tightly packed armour that quickly descends down on top of you.

You don't close your eyes nor let go, instead, you watch as the black ball twirls in the air— and for a moment, time stands still.

The weapon comes close to you until you can see the groves of the metal, and you see a reflection of yourself staring back with wide eyes.

Suddenly, as if fate itself willed you and your people to live another day— a web comes to existence, it's shaped like a hand grasping the bomb in its hold. And then as quickly as it came, it's gone in your sight as the stringy web tosses it back to where it came from.

An explosion blows you and the people around you backwards, throwing you off the car harshly. Eyes closed and arms raised in front of your face, your body doesn't hit the hard ground. An eruption blasts from up front, nearer this time, and you feel the heat of it above you. But you don't burn nor see the bright light behind your closed eyelids.

“I've got you.” A familiar voice says above you, strained and tired.

You open your eyes, and you see his gloved hand wrapped around your collar while he has flipped the car over to shield everyone from the bombs. All the while carrying the car with one hand, and at the same time saving everyone behind it.

“Holy shit, it's you!” The woman who was next to you says with hope. You turn to look at her laying on a soft laid out web to take the impact from her fall. “You okay?” Nodding briefly, you glance towards the others behind you, finding nothing but scratches and bruises on each of them as they help each other back on their feet.

You return your attention to his mask, it's ripped out from the side, suit singed and half burned, revealing his hazel eye to you. “I'm okay.” You repeat for him. Your hand bracelets around his wrist, thumb brushing along his pulse point, his heartbeat is fast, terrifyingly fast. “I'm okay, you can let me go.” You notice the scratches along his left leg, still fresh and oozing with crimson.

He sees your concerned look. “Fuckers had Rhino with them.” Smirking, he still has the energy to smile through the pain. “Now they don't. Sorry ‘m late.”

“And here I thought you were stuck in traffic.” You joke while he gently puts you down on the asphalt.

He exhales sharply with a gentle smile that you can see through his mask that tugs around the corners. “‘m ‘ere now, we can do this together.”

“Together.”

Spider-Man, you've known him for years. You run in the same crowd as him, and even befriended him after he saved you from a thug who stole a box of donations from your hands. After that, you two got close. Friends even. He volunteers at F.E.A.S.T whenever he can or when he has a quiet patrol, always wearing his spiked costume, guitar at the ready but not without a smile hidden underneath his mask. He's either helping out with the kids, or with dinner in the kitchen with you and the others that always ends up with laughter. You're thankful for him and what he has given to the community, but right now as he holds up the car on his back with increasing weakness from his injuries, he's the one who needs everyone's help.

“We need to help him! Hold!” You stand up, a bit wobbly on your feet but once you place your shoulder against the heated metal, a new fire sets a blaze inside everyone's hearts.

Everyone behind you and the leather clad vigilante pushes the car down strenuously. With all the help gathered, the car crashes down on the road with its windows shattered and its once blue paint burned to darkened ashes. Flames still lick from under it, embers curling at your boots as he pushes you back and right next to him.

“Do you have a plan?” You ask, fists clenched.

“Thought you had one?” He teases.

A ghost of a smile passes by your lips. But before you could reply to him, he leaps up into the air and over the burning car. Landing effortlessly, he stands to his full height with his cherry red guitar slung over his back. You can see the sticker you contributed on the guitar, it's a rainbow peace sign that sits next to a pair of boots. He once joked about it being too on the nose, which you then threw a chopped carrot at his mask. You still remember how the whites of his mask widend before he fought back with a piece of crumpled tissue thrown at your cheek.

Your heartbeat thumps loudly against your chest, a thudding sound akin to the beat of war drums. He seems to hear it as he looks over his shoulder and through the blazing fire just to gaze at you. Flames dance in the reflection of his brilliant eyes, orange hues twisting and curling around his form as you meet with his eyes. One masked and one that reveals himself to you. He looks other worldly in your vision as the flames seem to embrace him fully in all his spikes and leather. It doesn't singe him nor eat and burn away at him, it's as if he's used to the flames.

For one moment, you saw his very soul bared to you.

“Take cover,” is the only thing he said to you.

Turning back around, facing an entire army of armed men, he takes his guitar from his back. The same guitar he plays for the children at F.E.A.S.T, the same guitar he once taught you how to play a few chords of. And it'll be the same guitar that will put an end to years of tyranny.

He raises his arm, the silver pick in between his fingers shining in the firelight. In that moment, fire could bring hope too, not just to destroy, but to rebuild what has been destroyed.

Breath staggered in your throat, you covered your ears. Unable to look away from him. Running footsteps muffled under your palms, wind rushing towards you like a gust of hurricane. And with no time to take cover, you kneel down, cowering behind the car just as when a bright light appears in your vision. The loud guitar riff splits the ground, almost bursting your eardrums. Then the light from the blast blinds you into unconsciousness from the sheer power he alone emanated.

—

You crack open your eyes to blue skies, and the rough pavement scratching from under you. There's still smoke in the air, and shattered glass all over the ground. Your ears ring, eyes hazy as you blink away the white spots dancing in your iris. A warm hand wraps around your bicep, voice fading in and out as it calls for you.

Turning your head towards the voice, you see an old friend staring back at you. “M-May? What happened?” Your voice is hoarse like you've inhaled a pack of cigarettes worth of smoke.

“You blacked out—”

“Where is he?” You remember what transpired. Panic sets in your heavy chest, remembering how he stood alone in front of many. You should've helped him, done more despite your lack of special abilities unlike his own. Tears well up in your eyes as you see what's in front of you.

A dark ashen car, or what's left of it still sits in the middle of the bridge. Scorch marks in the shape of sun rays are left burned on the asphalt. But you don't see him anywhere, not even a sign that he was right there in front of you was left behind. You see that you're a few ways behind the car than before, maybe someone helped you, or you flew back from the blast. You don't care enough to know when he could be hurt, or worse.

You grab her arms desperately, chest heaving, hands trembling. “Is he okay?” Her mouth parts but the sound of determined shouts echo from the front of the bridge. You squint your eyes to see clearer with hope that you get to see him within the gathering crowd.

Your entire faction lays waste to Osborn's gilded tower. His men have left him, and some have either surrendered or fled by jumping over the bridge and into the freezing waters. Windows break, and fire breaks out on the other side. But your banners fly high above it all. His oppressive regime is gone, and the people have triumphed.

You've won, but where is he?

“May,” you stagger up to your feet despite her protests. You now notice that you and May aren't the only people left on the bridge. In the far end, there's a small crowd circling around something. Or someone. “Is h–he?” Someone moves to the left and you see his iconic boots on the floor, unmoving. “No!”

“You need to rest! You hit your head—!” She holds your arm, but your adrenaline pushes you to tug away from her careful grasp.

“He's hurt!” You wobble towards the crowd, with every step feels like you're walking on hot coals as pain flares up around your ankle. “He needs h–help.” Weakly, you push people to make way. May surrenders and lets you go, even helping you move past the crowd.

“He looks like he's the same age as my son.” Someone said tearfully.

“He's just a kid.” A woman utters regretfully.

“Why aren't you helping him?!” You yell at them, yanking your mask away to breathe properly.

Slowly, you see pieces of him. Someone seems to hold his hand, the spider on his chest is now all tattered, revealing angry marks on his skin. Gasping, you finally make it to his side, and you fall to your knees harshly.

“What are we going to do now?” One asks through a broken tone.

You give him a once over, his suit is marred by dark ashes. The bright hue of the spandex is no more. Eyes roaming up, you see his unmasked face. There's no trace of the mask left anywhere on his face. From his jaw up to his brows, it all seems familiar. You cry when you realize who he is.

“H–Hobie?” You've known him far longer than you thought.

The same old woman who was next to you lets go of his hand and places it atop your own. His skin is cold.

You shake your head with tears in your eyes. “I should've known, you idiot.” All the days that he disappeared from your side, it all pieces back together to this moment.

Sliding your hand down to his wrist, you tearfully kiss his knuckles. Guilt eats at you, you wish that he'd open his eyes once again and everything will be alright. “We did it,” you whisper against his skin. “We did it so please wake up so you can see.” You hold his hand against your chest, careful not to aggravate his injuries whilst trying to warm him up.

You feel his pulse thump quietly against your thumb. Hope ignites within you. “Hobie?” Scooching closer, you place your ear atop his chest. Closing your eyes, you hear his heartbeat. “He's alive!” You perk up, grinning in astonishment. Looking up at everyone, you instruct them. “Go get a doctor, a nurse or whoever—!”

“You're loud.” His gravelly voice cuts you off, hand closing around your own slowly.

Your neck snaps towards him lightning quick, gasping at his tired yet awake expression. “I–I should say that to you with your fucking guitar blast. I swear it was nuclear energy.”

“Nah, not even close.” He weakly grasps your hand as cheers erupt around you. “I would know, love.”

“You were on the brink of death and you're still cheeky.” Your wobbling lips peck each of his warming fingers.

His hazel eyes glimmer in the sun, a smile etched on his lips. “We did it?”

You nod, “we did, because of you.”

“I only helped a bit.”

“A bit?!” Someone answers for you. You recognize him as the guy who owns the local convenience store. “You have no idea, son. You're the spark that we needed.”

Hobie chuckles, but winces when a wave of pain washes over him. “I think I broke a rib, or several.”

“Someone already ran to get you help, Hobie.” You say as you loom over him, hand gently cupping his cheek.

His eyes widen for a second before softening. “I take it my mask is gone?”

“More like disintegrated.” You joke light-heartedly. “Your secret’s safe with us, don't worry.”

He reaches for the back of your hand, fingers still shaking but once he holds your hand properly, the trembling stops. His eyes look at you tenderly above the haze of pain. All the aches and gashes he attained are nothing compared to the satisfaction of triumph.

“I trust you.” He whispers to you, thumb brushing along your own pulse point. Sighing, he glances towards the crowd looking on. “I don't trust that bloke though.”

The same man who answered him before guffaws loudly. Everyone follows suit with their own amused laughter.

“I'll keep your secret, Spider-Man.” May says next to you. “My nephew needs someone like you around. I'd like to keep it that way.”

Hobie nods appreciatively at her.

“Same here,” the convenience store man says, fist placed above his heart. “I'll take it to my grave, son.”

Voices echo around the bridge as every person in that crowd promises the same thing.

Hobie grins despite his cut lip, locking eyes with you as ambulance sirens can be heard a few blocks away. He grips tighter around your hand, warmth fully coming back to his body.

“Thank you,” you sniff, your hands never letting him go as tears ebb away from his shining eyes. Taking your mask from your neck, you offer it to him before the ambulance gets to the bridge.

Hobie reaches for it, bunching it up in his grip, eyes never leaving your own. With a nod from him, you help him put it on before everyone helps him get in the ambulance. All the while never leaving him as he silently asks you to stay with him all the way. And you wordlessly promise to him that you'll never leave as long as he wants you to stay by his side.

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[tvgals]

— YOU’RE MY BABY, SAY IT TO ME . °｡⋆⸜

hobie brown x black! fem! spider woman! reader

cw: angsty, angst/no comfort, character death (reader), hobie doesn’t know how to cope, might be a series, brief description of blood/gore (not descriptive)

synopsis- after a brutal fight with a villian from hobie’s universe, hobie is left with a broken heart and the love of his life bleeding out in his arms.

ENJOY!

hobie didn’t know what to do. here you were, in his brittle and shaking arms in the cold, the villian long gone and defeated. his eyes welled with tears, people gathering around to get a better look at the chaos unfolding in front of them. “ey, get back. not your business.” hobie spat from under his mask, waving around his arm to move people back. he heaved you onto his back and swings away, trying to hards to make it to the hospital.

“y/n. are ya awake? stay with me love.” he mumbled, holding the hands that were too limp to support your body weight. “mmm..” you whimpered in pain. hobie could feel your blood seeping through your suit and onto his, and it terrified him. “wake up. need your eyes open.” hobie finally makes it to the hospital, wanting to sob and take all your pain away. he walks into the lobby and gives them the rundown, leaving you there. alone. cold and scared

but that was a year ago, a year since your passing and hobie hasn’t been the same. he always felt as if he could’ve done something to stop it, as if it was all his fault. he keeps everything you left in his room the same, he hasn’t moved anything around since your passing, even opting to fall asleep on the couch. although he hates consistency, he couldn’t hate the feeling of you next to him. the feeling of your presence. he swears he can feel you sometimes. his friends worry about him. they haven’t seen him for months now, not knowing about your tragic death. so once he decided to catch them up on the news, he just — broke.

“all my fault. shoulda got here over there in time. she woulda been here!” his stoic attitude long gone. he physically and mentally couldn’t do it anymore. a piece of him died with you. gwen, miles, and pavitr all huddle around him, giving him reassurance and encouragement. honestly, they didn’t know what to do. they’ve never seen hobie like this before — a fragile and vulnerable mess. “it’s not your fault. there wasn’t anything you could do.” miles says, rubbing hobie’s back. “yes there was. i could’ve stopped it, miles. you should’ve seen her. all bloody and bruised. i wish i could go back, help her and have her with me.” hobie cries, leaning back in his chair. gwen bites her lip before talking.

“technically, there is a way you could go back..” she mumbles, rubbing her forearm. hobie grudge and looks up at gwen, “i’ll take it.”

pt.2 scheduled for tmrw babes

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[daisies-daydreams]

LETS GOOO!! THE REQUESTS ARE BACK!

can i request hobie brown x female!plus sized reader? (IK, IM OBSESSED WITH THAT SHIP.)

let’s say that reader and hobie go on a date, right? they go to a nice restaurant (not the really expensive ones😭) , go to a lightshow at the park, go to the bookstore and get some boba? reader is wearing something like a tank top with a long skirt and a bunch of accessories, and people just give her weird stares and say some really mean things to us:(( but hobie being the best boyfriend just defends us by those assholes.

*sobs.* im sorry but at the end of the date, hobie just shows how much he loves reader in their shared apartment . (SMUT PLEASE.)

My Type (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized Reader Category: Angst/Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: I don't speak Japanese or Mandarin, Fat-shaming, Slut-shaming, Verbal Bullying, Swearing, Body Insecurity, Making Out, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Clit Play, Body Worship, Praise, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Missionary, Slight Manhandling, Standing Full-Nelson, Mirror Sex, Creampie Word Count: 7.6k+ A/N: Hello hello love! Thank you so much for this sweet request! Hobie would be such a supportive and caring boyfriend, fr. 😭🙏I hope you enjoy! 

You gasped when Hobie came up from behind you and smoothed his hands over your hips. His chocolate brown eyes sparkled beneath the dim light of your bathroom as he sighed.

“Lookin’ good, doll,” he purred, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. You bit your lip as you gazed at your shared reflection. Your hair was pulled back with a few colorful barrettes, several earrings adorning your lobes and a thick, black choker with a heart-shaped charm latched around your neck.

“You don’t think it’s too much?” you asked nervously as you slowly turned towards him, the bracelets on your wrists jingling with your movement. Hobie hummed as he hungrily scanned you up and down, admiring each and every dip and curve of your body.

“Nah, it's perfect,” he grinned ear to ear. “You're perfect,” Hobie whispered as he cupped your cheek. You shivered a little as he gently massaged your lovehandles as he pecked your forehead. You blushed as you slid your hands onto his thin shoulders.

"Really?" you murmured. Your boyfriend smiled as he kept his hands on your waist.

“Really,” he whispered. Your heart skipped a beat as he closed the gap between you two, his warm, plush lips caressing yours in a tender embrace. You squeaked as he slid his hand down and squeezed one of your plump asscheeks.

“Hobie,” you squeaked as you ducked your head into his shoulder.

“Sorry, lovie. Just can’t help myself sometimes,” he chuckled with a mischievous smirk. You raised a brow as you playfully flicked his arm.

“Mhm,” you replied before giggling quietly as he kissed the tip of your nose.

“You almost ready to head out?” Hobie asked. You smiled and nodded before grabbing your wallet.

“No need for that, love. I'll take care of everythin’,” he grinned. You blinked and gripped your wallet.

“Are you sure?” you asked as you nervously bit your lip. Hobie nodded, his mouth curved into a warm smile.

“‘Course. I wanna spoil my girl tonight,” he winked and smoothed his hands over your hips again. Your heart warmed as you slowly set your wallet down.

"Thank you, baby," you smiled and pulled him into a tight hug. Hobie sighed as he rubbed your back.

"Welcome. Now...how does ramen sound for dinner tonight?" he smiled. Your heart leapt as your face brightened.

"Sounds amazing," you giggled while squeezing his hand. Hobie grinned as he gave a small nod, his long strides leading the two of you out of your shared flat.

"By the way, there's a new boba shop that just opened up nearby. You wanna head over there before we eat?" he asked, your interlocked hands swaying while the two of you walked down the bustling London streets. You tilted your head as you thought for a moment.

"Well...boba's usually pretty sweet, so maybe we could save it for dessert?" you suggested while gazing into his warm, alluring eyes.

"Sounds good to me," your boyfriend grinned. His high-laced boots thudded against the pavement while the two of you continued your stroll. You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder as the two of you waited at a pedestrian crossing.

"You alright?" Hobie asked while rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You nodded and slowly opened your eyes.

"Yeah - just happy that I finally get to spend some time with you," you said with a gentle smile. Your lover's eyes softened as he pulled you closer to his side, your bodies pressed against one another as he pecked the crown of your head. You blinked as several people began to pass the two of you as the crossing sign blinked.

"Guess that's our cue," Hobie chuckled. You giggled as he lead you down the sidewalk. Your eyes lit up when you saw the soft glow of Yamashiro's Ramen House gleam on the pavement below. A young man at the cash register smiled as the two of you stepped inside.

"いらっしゃいませ!" he chirped [Welcome!]. You reflected his friendly smile as the two of you stepped up.

"Hi, Shinji!" you replied. You heard some ruckus in the kitchen before a middle-aged man stepped out, his apron stained and crows-feet crinkling at the corners of his eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Yamashiro!" you smiled brightly.

"Ah, Hobie and (Y/N)! My favorite customers!" he said with outstretched arms.

"You say that about all of your customers," Shinji muttered. Mr. Yamashiro shot his nephew a glare before he instructed him to seat the two of you.

"I hope the two of you are ready for the house special tonight!" the owner beamed before shuffling back into the kitchen. You and Hobie exchanged glances while sliding into a booth.

"What's the house special?" you asked Shinji. The young man leaned forward as he handed you the menus.

"It's just the regular Sapporo ramen he makes but with a secret ingredient," he whispered.

"Shinji!" Mr. Yamashiro called. The waiter flinched before giving the two of you a short bow.

"Excuse me," he said before rushing to greet a group of high-school students, all of them stuffed into their preppy uniforms. You smiled as you turned towards Hobie, your hands finding each other under the table.

"What're you thinkin' of gettin', doll?" he hummed as his eyes scanned the menu. You pursed your lips and shrugged.

"Just the usual," you replied. Hobie raised a brow. "What?" you giggled.

"Not gonna venture out, eh?" he teased with a smirk. You playfully poked your tongue out at him as you closed your menu.

"You know me and trying new things at restaurants. It usually doesn't end well..." you sighed and crossed your ankles, your flats clicking against the floor. The group of highschoolers passed the two of you, a few of them wrinkling their noses as they looked you up and down. You shrunk a little beneath their gaze and shifted in your seat.

"Fair 'nough," your boyfriend grinned as Shinji came back to your tables with two glasses of water.

"Are we ready?" the young waiter asked as he flipped over to a new page on his notepad. You smiled and nodded.

"I'll have the regular Sapporo ramen, please," you chirped.

"I'll do the Okinawa Soba with spice level five, please," Hobie sniffed. Shinji nodded as he took down your orders.

"Great! And what to drink?" he asked.

"Water's fine," you and Hobie replied at the same time. You giggled and gently nudged the tip of his boot with your shoe. He squeezed your hand in return with a small tug at the corner of his mouth.

"Excellent. I'll bring your food out as soon as possible," Shinji beamed. You watched as he stepped away before turning back to your love.

"I'm surprised she didn't order the whole menu," one of the highschoolers snorted nearby while staring at you. Your cheeks burned as you looked down at your lap. Hobie turned and glared at the group of boys. Their smiles fell as they ducked their heads.

"Arseholes," he muttered. You gave him a small smile, your heartrate slowing down as you uncrossed your ankles.

"There's a lightshow at the park a block over. You wanna go after this?" you asked. Hobie sighed as he leaned forward, his hand still gently holding yours beneath the table.

"I don't know. Sounds pretty boring," he said while tilting his head. You furrowed your brows before he started to snicker, one of his eyes cracked open and tongue slightly poking out.

"Cheeky thing," you giggled and rolled your eyes. Hobie chuckled as he relaxed in his seat.

"I'd love to go, babe," he replied sincerely this time. "Then maybe we could stop for boba on the way back," Hobie added. The two of you continued to chat as you waited and through eating dinner. Meanwhile, you caught the group of highschoolers staring at you and snickering to themselves. Their nagging began to gnaw at you as the broth in your ramen bowl grew lower and lower.

"Man, that was good," Hobie sighed and patted his lean stomach. You nodded, your eyelids drooping a little as you felt the post-meal sleepiness hit you. Your boyfriend grunted as he tilted his head side to side before slipping out of the booth.

"I'll go 'head and pay up front. Gotta use the loo before we head out," he murmured. You gave a small nod and watched as he walked to the front counter, the chains on his jeans jingling as he pulled out his wallet. Hobie soon disappeared into the bathroom just as several of the high school boys came up to your table. You blinked.

"Can I help you?" you asked. They all snorted and laughed as they held a big bowl of ramen towards you.

"'Well, we noticed that you ran out of food - would you like some of ours?" a dirty blonde snorted as he forcefully shoved it at you. You frowned and scooted away, your shoulders folding into your chest as you glanced at the table.

"I'm fine, thank you," you replied.

"Aw, don't be shy. We saw how you scarfed that other bowl down," a brunette piped up. You blushed and bit the inside of your cheek as you felt trapped where you sat.

"Good thing she's sitting in a booth, 'cause she'd probably break one of the chairs if she tried to sit in 'em!" another barked. They all howled laughed while tears began to line the corners of your eyes.

"The bloody hell's goin' on here?" Hobie rumbled, his voice stern and cold. The group of boys stiffened as they slowly turned around. The look of fury on your boyfriend's face was completely chilling: his nostrils flared and eyes wide. His knuckles cracked as he stared down each and every one of the young boys.

“You all sayin’ shit to my girl?” Hobie growled as he strolled up to the one holding the extra ramen bowl. The schoolboy gasped as Hobie towered over him, his lean muscles tensing beneath his jean jacket as he sneered.

"N-No," he trembled. Hobie crossed his arms as he narrowed his arms.

"Then mind your own goddamn business and fuck off," he snarled and tilted his head towards the door. You've never seen someone scramble away that quickly, the group tossing some money at Shinji before rushing over top of one another to get out the door.

“Wankers, all of 'em,” he huffed and shook his head. Your love parted his lips as a single tear fell down your cheek. “Love?” he asked as he wiped the loose tear falling down your cheek. You swallowed the lump growing in your throat as he knelt down. His face was so warm and gentle as he cupped your cheek, his metal rings cool against your hot cheeks.

"Oi, whatever those arseholes said to their, they're fuckin' wrong. You're a knockout, okay?" Hobie said firmly. You sniffed and glanced away.

"I know," you sighed. Hobie kissed your hand, your eyes drifting back to his face.

"I know you know...but you need to hear it, too," he smiled and laid your palm against his sharp cheek. Your heart skipped a beat as he kissed along the side of your hand.

"Thanks, baby," you cooed. Hobie grinned as he grabbed your hand.

“How about we go to the park now, yeah?” he suggested while you rose to your feet. The burning feeling in your cheeks began to fade as your heart felt lighter.

"Yeah," you grinned and wiped at your eyes.

+++

"There's so many people here!" you gaped as the two of you walked through the park. A whole crowd gathered in the amphitheater, the whole area filled with idle chatter while your eyes wandered across the spacious park. You gasped when you accidentally ran into someone. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you said. A tall, beefy man raised a brow at you, his eyes locking on the cleavage that peeked out of your tank top.

“Watch where you’re going…slut,” he muttered as he began to walk away.

“Watch where you’re standin’, you prick,” Hobie instantly snapped back. The man flared his nostrils before quickly turning on his heel. You gasped when he pushed Hobie back.

“You wanna run that by me again?” the large man growled. Hobie kept himself in front of you, his hand reaching behind him to make sure there was enough distance. Your heart dropped as the man stared Hobie down, his form towering over both of you. He stood up straight when a blonde woman rested her hand on his forearm.

“Hey, babe. I was wondering where you wandered off to,” she chirped as she soothingly rubbed his arm and gave you an apologetic look. He eventually grunted and stepped back.

“Sorry. Just got…distracted,” he flashed a scowl at the two of you before being tugged away by his lover. You sighed with relief while Hobie pulled you to his side.

“You okay?” he asked softly and he pulled you into a tight hug. You nodded and nuzzled your face into his chest. You bit your lip as fear struck through your heart.

“You didn’t have to defend me like that. What if he hurt you?” you pouted as you pulled back. Hobie gazed into your eyes softly as he cupped your chin.

“It would’ve been worth it,” he murmured softly as he rested his forehead against yours. Your eyes lit up as your heart melted on the spot.

“Aw, Hobie,” you cooed and pecked his lips. You gasped when the music started to roar from the amphitheater and streams of lights danced across the park. “It’s starting!” you shouted excitedly as you grabbed his hand. Hobie chuckled as you pulled him towards some empty spots at the top of the amphitheater, your soft skirt swaying in the wind as you quickly made your way towards the seats. You smoothed your hands over your skirt as Hobie sank onto the bench, his long legs sprawled out in front of him.

“Wow,” you breathed as the lights before you gracefully moved back and forth to the beat of the upbeat pop music. Hobie smiled as he rested his hand over yours, the shiny rings snug on his fingers sliding over your knuckles. You rested your head on his shoulder and sighed, the stress from earlier dissipating as you soaked in his presence.

A slow song eventually came on, the sun having disappeared a while ago past the city skyline as the lights shined brighter than ever. You blinked when he slowly wrapped his hand around yours and stood up, his other hand stretched out for you to take.

“Wanna dance?” he asked. You smiled brightly and nodded before sliding your free hand into his. You grunted as he helped you up, your breasts pushing against his chest before you steadied yourself. The two of you swayed to the gentle rhythm, your eyes locked with his as he hummed along to the lyrics echoing through the park. You sighed and rested your head on his chest as he splayed a hand over your hip, your body glowing with warmth when he kissed the top of your head.

You gasped when a bunch of fireworks suddenly went off, bursts of light and sound reverberating across the open space. You and your lover shared a laugh before turning your attention to the fireworks, your faces illuminated with a variety of colors. You shifted your gaze back to your boyfriend, time slowing down to a standstill as you placed your hands on his shoulders. He smiled softly as you leaned on your tiptoes, your lips just barely brushing over his.

Your heart felt like it was about to burst as he tilted his head down. You moaned quietly into the passionate kiss, his lip ring rubbing against your soft mouth as he squeezed your hip. You sighed through your nose as you squeezed your plush thighs together, your body shivering with bliss before he pulled back. The fireworks began to fade as the crowd erupting into a wave of cheers. Hobie pecked your lips again as he squeezed your hip.

“Ready for some boba?” your love asked as he tucked some hair behind your ear. You hummed as the two of you started making your way towards the gates of the park.

“Yeah! And maybe we could stop by the bookshop before we head home?” you asked while slinging your arm around his. Hobie hummed as he thought to himself.

“No,” he replied in a flat tone. Your jaw dropped before he busted out laughing.

“Cheeky thing,” you said before pinching his cheek. He snickered as you released his cheek and rubbed his back. Both of you continued walking until you reached the small boba shop just outside of the park. Your eyes lit up when you stepped inside, two young women glancing up from behind the counter.

“Hello! What can I get started for you two?” one of them beamed, her dark ponytail swishing as she stepped up. You waved back before glancing up at the menu. Your eyes sparkled as you read over the variety of flavors, mouth watering in anticipation of your sweet treat.

“Hmm…could I please have a strawberry boba?” you asked politely.

“Green tea f’me, please,” Hobie added as he slung one of his arms around your shoulder.

“Of course! That will be £8 please,” she chirped. Hobie pulled out his money and handed it to the cashier, the other worker busying herself with your drinks. “Thank you!” the woman smiled before shuffling over to her coworker. You stepped over to the side with Hobie, your heart lighting up as you gazed at his face.

“Somethin’ wrong, lovie?” your love hummed. You shook your head before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Nope, just thinking about how much I love you,” you smiled sweetly. Your boyfriend’s eyes softened before he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Love you, too, baby,” he smiled.

“你看到她穿什么了吗?,” one of the women whispered loudly [Did you see what she was wearing?]. Hobie perked his head up and narrowed his eyes. The two servers glanced behind their shoulders before giggling.

“她的衣服是从哪里来的？垃圾箱?” the other snickered [Where did her clothes come from? The dumpster?]. They both laughed loudly before Hobie cleared his throat.

“你为什么不专心做我们的饮料而不是侮辱我的女人?” he said to them with a tense smile [Why don’t you focus on making our drinks instead of insulting my girlfriend?]. Their grins immediately fell as their faces turned bright red. He huffed as they turned back around busied themselves with making your drinks.

“What did you say to them?” you asked with a nervous glance. Hobie shrugged.

“Just told them to stop gossiping and focus,” he replied while wrapping an arm around you. You looked down, the sneaking suspicion that they were gossiping about you gnawing at the back of your mind. You blinked.

“Hold on - you speak Chinese?” you asked. Hobie pursed his lips as he drummed his fingers against your arm.

“Yeah. Picked it up from my old neighbor Mrs. Chen,” he explained. Your lover paused and chuckled, a bright smile crossing his features. “Though most of what she said was more…colorful,” Hobie grinned. One of the workers shuffled up to the counter and placed your drinks down.

“S-Sorry for the wait!” she squeaked, her eyes a little wide and cheeks dusted with pink. You smiled as the two of you took your drinks.

“You’re fine! Thank you so much!” you chirped with a wave. Hobie sucked on his straw before holding the door open for you.

“M’lady,” he said.

“Why, thank you,” you giggled while placing a hand over your chest. Hobie shared your bright smile as the two of you stepped out into the cool summer night. You hummed and slipped your hand into his while enjoying the sweet drink.

“So…to the bookshop?” Hobie asked. You nodded as you pulled your lips away from the thick straw.

“To the bookshop!” you beamed as you strode alongside him. Thankfully, the shop was right across the street from your shared flat. Your heart leapt when you saw the glowing sign for Hardy's Bookstore. A small bell chimed as soon as you stepped into the shop. A young woman in glasses peeked from behind a bookshelf and smiled.

“Hey (Y/N)! Hi Hobie!” she called with a wave.

“Hi Felicia!” you said as you stepped inside. You gasped and stumbled back when a black cat suddenly hissed at you and scurried away. You blushed and squeezed the plastic boba cup in your hand.

“Sorry about that,” you laughed nervously. Felicia waved her hand as she climbed down from the ladder.

“Oh, she’ll be fine. She just likes to nap in inconvenient spots,” the shopkeeper sighed. She adjusted her glasses before resting her hands on her hips. “Can I help you all look for anything?” Felicia asked with a sparkle in her eye. You hummed and took another sip from your drink.

“Hmm…I think we’re just looking around for now,” you replied.

“Alright. If you all need anything, I’ll be behind the counter,” she grinned.

“‘Kay. Thank you,” you smiled. She gave a short nod before walking behind the counter, her cat following in suit and swishing its tail back and forth. You started to walk around the store, sipping on your boba from time to time while perusing the shelves.

“Babe…we should see if they have any books about yoga,” Hobie whispered with a little smirk.

"Oh? And why's that?" you asked with a raised brow. You gasped as he slid his finger down your back, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine.

"'Cause I like it when you wear tight clothes," he murmured as his hands traced over your love handles. You squeezed your thighs together as you glanced over your shoulder, your heart pounding as his breath fell over your ear. "And seein' you all bent over," Hobie rumbled.

"H-Hobie," you whispered while glancing around. You felt him smirk against the shell of your ear before he leaned back.

"Just sayin'," he winked before sliding his hands into his pockets. Your entire body tensed with lust as you bit down on your straw.

"Maybe we should-" you froze when you laid eyes on a book about dieting. You felt your stomach twist into knots as your heart grew heavier by the second.

“Babe?” Hobie asked as he furrowed his brows. You swallowed thickly as you balled your free hand into a tight fist. He followed your line of sight and frowned. You glanced down at your body as several disgusting mantras about yourself began to ring inside your mind.

“(Y/N), what's wrong?” your boyfriend asked in a hushed tone. You sniffed and shook your head, your strawberry boba nearly spilling onto the floor as you squeezed the cup in a tight grip.

“I’m sorry, Hobie. I-I think I need go,” you choked. Your lover gently rubbed his hands up and down your arms as he came behind you.

“It's okay, (Y/N). Let's head on home," he whispered. You only gave him a silent nod as you nearly crushed the plastic cup in your hand. He made sure to stand beside you as you kept your head down.

“‘Night, Felicia!” Hobie called and gave her a small wave before escorting you back outside. You did everything you could to suppress the urge to break down right there on the street - your heart racing and mind dizzy as your own thoughts tore you apart.

“Almost there, baby,” Hobie reassured you as you climbed up the stairs to your flat. You finally released a choked sob right as you crossed the threshold of your abode, kicking your shoes off and tossing your cup in a bin nearby. Hobie immediately placed a hand on your back as he guided you over to the couch, your body shivering as you wept.

“I-I’m sorry,” you cried. Your boyfriend wrapped his lanky arms around you as he kissed your temple.

“What are you sorry ‘bout, love?” he asked softly as he held you against his chest. Your bottom lip trembled as you hiccupped, your face completely soaked with tears.

"I...I'm sorry if I'm an embarrassment to you,” you sniffed. He blinked, his eyes nearly popping out of your head.

“What do you mean? You've never embarrassed me, never,” he said firmly while clasping his hands over yours. You sniffed and wiped at your eyes.

“But...why would you want to be with someone like me?” you choked as you looked away, a bitter taste washing over your mouth. “Ugly, fat, clumsy,” the insults towards yourself fell past your lips like drops of cold venom. Hobie tensed next to you as he gripped your hands. The room was filled with a heavy silence before he took a deep breath.

“You mean beautiful,” he said while kissing your cheek. You blinked and sat up as you felt his warm lips caress over your face. “Irresistible,” Hobie continued before pressing a soft kiss to your nose. Your breath hitched as he cupped your chin and turned your head towards him, lips brushed against yours as he sighed. “And the kindest, most amazing woman I've ever known,” he whispered lovingly before resting his lips on yours. You felt your insecurities start to melt away the longer your mouths rested in a sweet kiss. Your heart skipped a beat as Hobie slid his hand down to rest on top of your thigh. You gasped for air as the two of you parted, your warm breaths mingling while you swallowed thickly.

“D-Do you really mean that?” you asked breathlessly. Hobie smiled and tilted his head as he rested his forehead on yours.

“Of course I mean it,” he murmured. Your heart leapt as he squeezed the top of your thigh. “But why don’t I just show you instead?” he purred in a low, husky voice. You gasped as he slid his hand lower and cupped your burning sex, the bottom of his palm grinding against your covered clit. "That alright with you, doll?" Hobie asked as he pecked your lips over and over. You squeezed your eyes shut as you pushed the thoughts away, your sex yearning for his hungry touch.

"Yes...please," you said breathlessly. You squealed as Hobie kissed you deeply, his hand rubbing up and down your clothed pussy as he groaned.

”Gonna make sure I love every single inch of you tonight - show you just how precious you are,” Hobie purred as he cupped your cheek with his free hand. He brushed his thumb over your lower lip as he sighed. "Startin' with these gorgeous lips of yours," he grinned. Your heart fluttered as he leaned forward, his mouth gravitating towards yours like a magnet. Your heart glowed as your lips moved in a passionate dance, Hobie's hands wandering the expanse of your body and resting on your hips.

"Hold on t'me," he said. You furrowed your brows before he suddenly slipped his hands beneath your ass and picked you up. You squealed when he slowly lifted you up, his wry arms supporting your body while you hooked your feet around the back of his thighs. "There we go," Hobie cooed before locking lips with you once more. You moaned softly into the kiss as your body trembled in anticipation.

“I'll make you feel so good, you'll forget all about those nasty things you think about yourself,” Hobie murmured while carrying you to the bedroom. You ducked your head into his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He sighed while stepping through the threshold, his hands kneading your bum as he breathed against the wet spot on your neck.

Your heart skipped a beat as he raked his eyes over your body. He unlaced his boots before pulling his shirt over his head, his chest heaving as he licked his lips. The wooden bed frame creaked as he climbed on top of you, his thin legs spreading yours apart while his hands wandered beneath your tank top.

"Been waitin' all night to get my hands on your beautiful tits," he grunted while rolling your tank top up. You squealed as Hobie tossed your shirt aside and quickly worked your bra loose.

"I thought you were more of an ass man?" you giggled. Hobie raised his brows as he flashed you a cheeky grin.

"I am...but tonight's about lovin' all of you," he smirked. His breath hitched as your breasts fell down and jiggled, your nipples growing hard against the cool air of your bedroom. “God, look at you,” he sucked in a sharp breath before eagerly grabbing at one of your plush tits. Your eyes widened as he massaged your mound while he dipped his head down, capturing your other nipple between his puckered lips.

“F-Fuck,” you whined and arched your back as he lavished your breast with wet, sloppy kisses and licks while he pinched your other nipple between his two fingers. His nostrils flared against your exposed skin as he gently ground his hips against yours.

“H-Hobie, please,” you mewled and bucked your hips forward, you’re body craving more of his insatiable touch. Hobie grinned against your tit as he slid one of his hands against your panties, his palm gliding over your aching sex.

“You want me to keep goin’?” he asked in a husky whisper, your nipple falling out of his mouth with a slick “pop”. You nodded as you arched your back.

“Please…I-I need you,” you breathed, your breasts rising and falling as you felt his fingertips glide over your slick, covered hole. A flicker of lust danced in his eyes as he slowly shuffled back on his knees.

“God, you’re so sexy, baby,” Hobie groaned as he hooked his thumbs beneath the band of your skirt. You blushed and covered your face as he tugged the soft fabric down your thighs, your walls clenching around nothing as he hungrily eyes your clothed sex.

“H-Hobie,” you stammered bashfully. Your hips snapped forward when he suddenly laid his lips between your breasts and rested his hands over your knees.

"Sculpted by the gods themselves, I swear," he whispered gently, his lips dancing over the rolls of your belly as he inched closer to your mound. Your legs tensed around his head as his hot breath fell over your panties. Your chest grew tight as Hobie kissed over your covered cunt, the tip of his tongue lapping over the small wet spot growing in your panties. You whined as his nose rubbed against your puffy clit, his hands tenderly tracing over each and every stretch mark on the inside of your thighs. You eventually slid your fingers away from your eyes, your heart nearly stopping when you met his hungry gaze.

“Mmm, you taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he panted, his tongue slightly hanging out before he licked his lips. Your eyes widened as he pushed your panties aside, his lips growing glossy with your slick as he pressed a soft kiss to your soft, delectable folds. You shivered and grabbed at his long, puffy wicks as he flatted his tongue over your bundle of nerves, a wave of pleasure rolling through your core as you bucked your hips forward.

“Fuck, Hobie,” you moaned as your thighs shook around his head. Hobie groaned as he lapped along your juicy slit, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as your pussy soaked his plump lips. You cried out and arched your spine as he puckered his lips around your engorged bud while two of his long, thick fingers prodded at your weeping entrance.

“You want my fingers, baby girl?” Hobie murmured, his lips dancing over your labia while he circled the tight seam of your hole with his digits. “Want me to spread you open and make you cum so hard you see stars, hm?” he purred before teasingly flicking your clit with his tongue. 

“Y-Yes!” you squealed as you tugged on his thick hair. Hobie grinned before pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“Good girl,” he purred before slowly pushing his fingers past the rim of your entrance. Your jaw dropped as you released a loud moan, your walls clenching around every inch of his thick fingers as he swirled his tongue around your bundle of nerves. “Shit, you're grippin' me so tight, doll,” Hobie drawled before encasing his plump lips around your clit once more.

“G-God, Hobie. Feels so good,” you whined as he began to pump his digits in and out of your slick hole, each drag of his fingers leaving a louder squelch than the last. “Yes, yes, yes,” you panted as he curled the pads of his digits against your sensitive gummy g-spot. You keened as he shoved his face even closer, nearly suffocating himself against your cunt as he swirled his tongue around your clit like a delicious lollipop.

“Please,” you whined as you tossed your head to the side as he scissored his fingers inside your cunt, spreading your hole wide open as a glistening trail of arousal oozed out. You felt him smile against your burning sex before he started to pump his fingers in and out of you even faster. The drag of his digits along your gummy walls drove you further into a mind-numbing bliss, the muscles in your lower half growing tighter and tighter with every perfect stroke of his fingers.

“Fuck, yes!” you cried out as you heaved, your head spinning as he curled his fingers up each time he sheathed them down to his knuckles.

"Makin' such pretty noises, sweet girl," he murmured before diving back in, devouring your cunt like it was his last meal. The room around you spun as you mewled and rubbed your pussy against his chin, the friction driving you closer to the edge.

"P-Please - I'm so close," you moaned as he thrusted his digits at a desperate pace. Your eyes rolled back when the band inside you suddenly snapped, your jaw going slack as you screamed his name. Your vision flooded with white as your hips rolled forward, your body stiff as your mind was torn apart in the riptide of euphoria. Tears streamed down your cheeks as your walls clamped down on his digits, Hobie’s tongue still swirling around your clit as your slick cream beaded around his knuckles. You panted and whined as the bliss began to fade, your body glowing with a thin sheen of sweat as Hobie eagerly lapped up your sweet juices.

You moaned as your boyfriend tilted his head up, his lower face completely soaked in your arousal. You whimpered as he slowly pulled his fingers from your raw, drenched pussy, the emptiness leaving your hole gaping and begging to be filled once more. Hobie hungrily eyed the white cream that coated his fingers before shifting his gaze back to you. He smirked as he rolled out his tongue and shoved his digits into his watering mouth. Hobie moaned while he swirled his wet muscle around his slick-coated fingers, his cock straining against his ripped jeans.

“Fuck,” you panted as he savored the sweet flavor of your cum, shoving his fingers in and out of his mouth until they were sucked clean. You felt a cold chill run through you when you saw the massive bulge straining beneath his ripped jeans while he bucked his hips against nothing. Hobie stared into your eyes as he slowly pulled his fingers from his mouth before licking his lips.

“You taste so fuckin' delicious, babe,” he said as he started to unbuckle his belt. Your heart pounded inside your ribcage as Hobie shoved his pants and briefs down his sleek thighs, his long, dark cock springing free and slapping against the trail of dark hair against his stomach. You parted your lips as he fisted his length, his hand gliding over his throbbing dick as he moaned softly.

“I wanna feel every single inch of your pretty pussy wrapped around my cock - huggin’ me, milkin’ me dry,” he panted. You shifted beneath him, your insecurities quickly flooding back into our mind as his eyes raked over your completely exposed body. "You're beautiful, baby," Hobie cooed as if reading your mind. Your eyes widened as he pressed his lips to yours while guiding his bulbous, weeping tip to your puckering entrance. Your pupils dilated as Hobie grinned against your mouth, the slick sound of him rubbing your arousal across the head of his cock making you shudder.

“You ready f’me, sweet girl?” Hobie murmured. You nodded, your eyes wide and breath ragged as he smeared your slick across the head of his cock. Hobie groaned into your ear as he pushed his hips forward, his cock sinking into your tight heat at a slow, steady pace.

"O-Oh my God,” you whimpered as you felt his length stretch out your tight hole, a thick ring of your cream surrounding his long shaft as he inched himself inside you.

“That’s my good girl - takin’ my cock so well,” he panted as your walls fluttered around his throbbing dick. You moaned at his filthy words and clawed at his upper back, your pussy lewdly squelching as he paused halfway before starting to drag his cock back out.

“A-Ah,” you keened as he slid his length back inside, his cock tenderly massaging every inch of your drenched, gummy walls. You gasped when Hobie leaned down and puckered his lips around your hard nipple, his tongue eagerly swirling around the perky bud as he rocked his hips forward.

“Look so gorgeous like this, baby - no clothes hidin’ your perfect body from me,” he rumbled before gently tugging on your nipple between his soft lips. You squealed as his patch of thick hair grinded against your swollen clit, each push of his hips sending a pulse of heat through your sensitive button.

"R-Right there," you moaned as his tip massaged your spongey g-spot, your toes curling as pleasure washed over you. Hobie pinched your nipple between his teeth as he snapped his hips, his heavy balls slapping against your plump ass as he groaned. "Fuck!" you cried out as your pussy greedily sucked his cock closer to your cervix.

"Shit, grippin' me so good, (Y/N)," he hissed, his eyes glazed over as he moved his lips over your neck. You tilted your head as he sucked at the top of your choker, his hands tensing around your hips as you felt a familiar knot start to tighten in your lower belly. "Fit around me so perfectly," Hobie praised as he raked his teeth over your pulse. Your heart charm clinked against the faux leather of your choker with every thrust, your bracelets jingling as you dug your nails into his shoulders.

"Hobie, I-I'm close," you gulped with a high-pitched moan. Hobie grinned as he panted against the wet patch on your skin, his cock twitching inside your snug sex as he gingerly laced his fingers between yours. He leaned up and gazed into your eyes as his tip slamming against your swollen cervix as he moaned.

"C'mon sweet girl - show me that pretty face you make when you cum," Hobie rumbled lowly as he drew sloppy circles around your clit. You thrashed beneath him as you pushed your breasts forward, an intoxicating wave of pleasure washing over you as the cord in your tummy snapped.

"Hobie!" you screamed his name as your cunt squeezed his dick in a vice grip.

"That's it - fuck, you look so beautiful when you soak my cock," Hobie shuddered as his thrusts began to falter. You sobbed as your body trembled with bliss, your moans choked as you rolled your head back and panted heavily.

"Shit," you squeezed your eyes shut as your walls deliciously convulsed around your boyfriend's shaft. A low growl rose from your lover's chest as your high began to fade, your limbs turned to jelly as Hobie relentlessly drove his cock into your soaked cunt. Your stomach dropped when he suddenly pulled out, his cock swollen and drenched in your juices as he flipped your around.

"Shh, it's alright. Just relax f'me," Hobie cooed as he patted your waist. Your eyes shot open when he hooked his arms beneath your legs and pulled you flush against him. Your toes curled as he picked you up and sheathed himself inside you in one swift motion, the sudden fullness making your eyes roll back and cunt clench.

“Fuck!” you whined as you threw your head against his shoulder Hobie smirked against your neck as he slowly carried you over to the full-body mirror hanging on your closet door. Your eyes widened when you watched the way your arousal leaked and bubbled around the base of his girthy shaft. Hobie sighed as he adjusted his arms, your plump legs jiggling as he rested his mouth against your ear.

“Look at that gorgeous, amazing woman in the mirror,” he breathed while rocking his hips forward, driving his cock deeper inside you with every thrust. Your face grew red hot as you quickly glanced away.

“H-Hobie,” you flushed. He clicked his tongue.

“Eyes up, lovie,” he murmured softly with a sharp thrust. You moaned and hooked your hands around his neck as his balls slapped against your wet folds. “Mm, look at your sweet cunt swallowin' my cock whole,” Hobie grunted with a heavy sigh. You squeezed your eyes shut as a mind-numbing wave of euphoria swept through your body.

“B-Baby, fuck,” you moaned as you felt the tip of his cock graze over your g-spot again. Hobie purred as he bit at your earlobe.

“Say ‘I’m beautiful’, sweet girl,” he rumbled while squeezing the back of your knees. Your walls clenched around his length, your cheeks clapping every time he thrusted up into you.

“I-I’m beautiful,” you said in a hushed ton. Your legs tensed when he laid his lips on your neck and started to pound even harder inside your messy cunt.

“C’mon, baby girl. Let me hear you,” he sucked in a sharp breath as he admired the lewd reflection: your breasts and rolls bouncing every time he brought you down on his veiny dick. You cried out as you felt your third orgasm suddenly sneak, your body twitching in his tight grasp as tears rolled down your face.

“I-I’m beautiful!” you yelped in a cracked voice as your pussy squeezed and fluttered around his hard length. Hobie released a guttural groan as he stiffened against you, his cock throbbing against the gummy plug to your womb as he painted your walls with thick, hot ropes of his cum. Hobie's arms tightly wrapped around the back of your knees as he moaned your name.

"Baby, fuck," Hobie choked as he kept your back flush against his chest. You moaned softly while your love thrusted up into you a few more times, his dick softening between your gummy walls while your combined juices dripped down his shaft and coated his plump, potent balls. You sighed as you felt his cock twitch inside your cunt for the last time, his hot breath falling over your shoulder as the smell of sex permeated through the room. Your muscles relaxed as he kissed your cheek, his eyes lingering on the reflection of his cock stuffing your swollen pussy before he licked his lips.

“God, you’re amazing,” he grunted while slowly walking back to the messy bed. You could only mewl at his words, your mind lost in a haze of euphoria as your body turned to putty in his wiry arms. You whimpered as your legs burned from being spread for so long, your body falling onto the mattress as he slowly pulled out of you.

“You did so good, baby,” Hobie whispered as he kissed up and down your cheek, his hands wandering the expanse of your body. "So, so good," he cooed before pecking your lips, his eyes soft and brimming with affection. You sighed and kept your hands wrapped around his neck as he caressed his lips against yours, the taste of yourself faint on his warm tongue.

“My beautiful girl,” he continued before nibbling on your bottom lip. Your heart glowed as he laid on top of you, his fingers intertwined with yours as your lips met in a passionate embrace. "Now...how 'bout we take a nice, hot bath, yeah?" he whispered with a small chuckle. You smiled and nuzzled your nose against his.

"That sounds wonderful...but there's one problem," you sighed as the tips of your ears burned. Hobie raised a brow as he scanned you up and down. "You're probably gonna have to carry me," you giggled with a blush. Hobie's eyes widened a little before he released a breathy laugh.

"I'll take any chance to feel your skin against mine," he purred before smoothing his hand over your hip. You reflected his satisfied smile as he scooped you up in his arms and pressed his lips to your neck. "C'mon, lovie; let's get ourselves cleaned up," Hobie whispered gently before carrying you out of your bedroom.

Your heart glowed as you laid your head against his chest as your eyelids began to droop, your mind drifting as you relaxed in his hold.

"I love you, Hobie," you whispered and pecked his chin. You heard him grunt softly as he leaned down at kissed the crown of your head.

"Love you, too, baby girl," he murmured with a gentle smile.

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How Could You - Hobie Brown x Reader

Summary: Hobie was not the best boyfriend. It’s not his fault, he has an obligation to his city and by proxy, the multiverse. But, he doesn’t want to lose you. Unfortunately, revealing his secret does the opposite of what he had hoped.

Tags: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort,Canon-Divergence, (Hobie doesn’t reveal himself after killing Osbourne, Comic villains and events but movie Hobie, He’s supposed to be British but I forgot like halfway through writing)

Words: 3147

author’s note: If I had a nickel for everytime a girl broke up with her superhero bf bcs he lied abt being a superhero I would have 2 nickels.

Honestly tho I rly don’t like the whole ‘I’m upset because you lied to me’ trope in the superhero genre. I feel like there’s a much better reason to break up with a superhero so here’s my idea. I’ll talk more abt it in the end note.

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Soaring through the air with nothing but a thin string as support, fighting monsters 3 times his size sometimes from a different universe, killing the fucking Prime Minister; none of these things have brought him as much anxiety as he feels in this moment.

It was so late, after 2 in the morning, and he was rushing back to his apartment grunting in pain from his injuries. It’s never fun fighting Kingpin, but hopefully after tonight he won’t have to do that anymore. Kamala had finally discovered his new place of hiding, Osbourne’s old bunker.

No matter how badly his ribs stung with every thwip and pull, he didn’t let up or slow down for a second. You were waiting for him. You’ve been waiting for him since he left at 8. Fuck, it’s been 6 hours? How did he let time fly like that?

‘She’s going to kill me,’ he lightly joked to himself. His stomach turned, he knows deep down that you were getting down to your last straw. You’re always so sweet about his disappearances. He tells you he needs to go; “Being in-charge of a non-profit anti-establishment organization dedicated to the dismantling of our government doesn’t allow you to have much free time, love. I’ll be back,” he would say. Your gorgeous smile would present itself and he just has to give you a kiss before he leaves. That smile has become less bright in recent months.

You’ve started voicing your annoyance as well. “Yeah, so I’ve heard,” you would respond. Or, “Duty calls?” With an eye roll. His least favorite response was, “Why don’t you date the organization instead?” The chuckle you let out after that was so dry and your smile was so empty. It scared him.

There were times where he wasn’t there in the first place. He regrets those the most. He’s missed so many important things, some of which he couldn’t understand how or why you forgave him. He certainly wouldn’t have if he was in your position. You had to be an angel or something. Fuck, he loves you.

Tonight was supposed to be a shut-in date night. Just the two of you, some junk food, and a scary movie that you’ve been dying to see. His watch beeped with a message: got a lead on Fisk. He looked at you and you just…let him go. You didn’t smile, you didn’t frown, you just looked into his eyes and turned away.

“I’ll be right back, I promise.” You didn’t respond, and at that moment, he decided that when he got back there would be no more secrets. No more sneaking around. No more lies. He loved you and you deserved to know.

From what he could see through the window, the lights were off. A part of him is relieved, hoping you weren’t awake so he could just take care of his injuries and slip into bed next to you. He would just have to wait to tell you tomorrow morning.

But, that plan is put to shit when he opens the window and quietly steps inside his living room. The tv is off and the snacks have been cleared. Hobie starts to panic. Did you go home?

He slips off his shoes in case you were sleeping soundly in his room and starts to walk slowly towards it. The door is cracked just a bit and the light is off there too. The entire apartment was shrouded in darkness, the only possible light coming through windows from the moon. He looks through the crack and relaxes upon seeing your silhouette in bed. He lets out a quiet sigh and creeps away to the bathroom.

“Hobie?” He freezes. A few seconds pass and he hears the bed creaking and feet shuffling across the floor. He still doesn’t turn around as his door opens to reveal you in your pajamas, face puffy, and eyes red.

You had been waiting for him to get home for what felt like forever. You were so excited earlier today, but there was this unrelenting churn in your stomach telling you that he would leave eventually. And of course, you were right.

Honestly, you didn’t understand why you were still with him at this point. You know he lies about where he is. You’ve known ever since he invited you to a protest his non profit put together. You told him you wanted to become an official member and he shot it down immediately. “Too dangerous for a peng-thing such as yourself,” he told you. He was right about it being dangerous, everyone was gassed and it hadn’t even been 15 minutes. But that didn’t matter. You wanted to be a part of it. Especially after they got to witness Prime Minister Osbourne’s beheading.

He didn’t even use it as an excuse most of the time. When you would wait for him to meet with you, his reasonings were fickle if he even had any.

“Got caught up with something,”

“One of my mates needed me, you know how that goes,”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m here now aren’t I?”

Oh, and there was your favorite, “Get off my back, will you? I’ve got a life too.” The times where he had nothing to say at all, as painful as it was, were much better. You were so sick of it and you just hoped that he could tell.

Right now, in this moment, you’re not sure because he still hasn’t turned around. You couldn’t see much in the darkness of the hallway, but you at least knew it was him and he was walking away. “You can’t even look at me?”

Hobie stood still, his mind racing. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to see the look on your face. He knew you were disappointed. He could hear it in your voice. “…I,” he clears his throat. “I didn’t think you would still be awake.” He cringes.

You blink at him. “You didn’t think I would still be awake?” You repeated vexedly, your voice growing stronger.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Hobie tries to save.

You closed your eyes and took in a sharp breath. “You know…if you’re cheating on me, I’d rather you be honest about it.”

Hobie finally turns around. In the dark, you can’t see his mask, but he can see you perfectly. You looked so dejected and it destroyed him. He could tell that you had been crying before he got here, and now you’re eyes were welling up again. His chest pangs.

“I don’t appreciate you leaving me without a word and coming back whenever you want,” you continue, your voice breaking. A tear slips down your face and you quickly wipe it away only for another to follow right after. “Do you think I’m stupid?” You sob, trying to remain strong as he walks towards you. “That I would just be okay with that shit?”

Hobie still doesn’t answer. Instead, he stands a couple feet away from you right next to the light switch. “Are you not going to answer me?” You growl at him. Still, nothing. “Ho-”

The light turns on. His name halts in your throat as you gaze upon him. Your tears don’t stop and you raise your hand to your mouth, a shaky gasp escaping you. Hobie finally peels his mask off to reveal his cut up face.

For a moment, there’s nothing but silence as you try and process this new information. Hobie was…Spider-man. Your boyfriend was Spider-man. That’s why. That’s why he was never there. That’s why he can never be there. Hobie opens his mouth, the breath he takes being enough to cut through the tension. “I’m sorry.”

He continues to walk towards you, praying that you don’t walk away. You’re frozen in place. “I’m so sorry.” He holds his arms out and embraces you in a tight hug relaxing into your arms when you lift them up and wrap them around his neck. You bury your head into his shoulders making his suit wet from your tears.

Hobie’s lips begin to quiver. He swallows a sob before speaking again. “I didn’t know how to tell you...” His voice cracks while trying to find the right words to say. “I just…I am so sorry for lying to you. I’m so fucking sorry.”

For a while, the both of you just stand there in each other’s presence. There was a feeling of anxiousness in the air; for Hobie, he was worried why you hadn’t said anything. As for you…

“Come on.” You grabbed his hand and walked the both of you to his bathroom where you sat him on the toilet and tended to his facial wounds. You remained completely silent, still trying to gather all of your thoughts. It made him all the more terrified.

Hobie repeatedly geared himself up to speak to you, but ultimately kept his mouth closed. What could he say? It was you who needed to talk. You needed to tell him how worried for him you would be. You needed to tell him how happy you were that he was okay. You needed to tell him how angry you were at him for lying to you.

You needed…you needed…

He needed you to say something. Anything.

But you didn’t know how to tell him. And when you were done with his face he stood up and took your hand to walk the both of you back to his room. You followed at first, but quickly stopped. He looked back at you in confusion, his heart racing. “What is it?”

You let go of his hand with him refusing to do the same. It went limp in his hold as you stared at the ground. Your eyes filled with tears and fell just as quickly. Without looking up, you finally told him what was on your mind. “I…I was going to break up with you tonight.”

His heart dropped. He releases a huff having been completely floored by that charged sentence. What do you mean you were going to break up with him? What do you mean there was no saving the relationship the moment he left? What do you mean he was too late?

His mouth opens and closes, trying to find the words to convey his shock. “Was?” He decides upon, foolishly hopeful.

The breath that you take in, the look on your face, and the tears falling down it killed anything inside him that held onto the possibility that you still wanted to be with him. So he lets go of your hand too. “No.” You say.

Hobie is appalled. His eyes dart around the hallway as his mind tries to make sense of what was happening. His breathing gets harder and faster. He begins to shake his head. “I don’t-,” he stutters, “I-I don’t understand.”

“Hobie-”

“I mean, I…” he hikes his shoulders up and holds up his hands. Finally, he looks at you. His chest aches at the sight of you, he’s never seen you so dejected. He gestures at himself. “You see…you see why.”

You walk towards him and put your hand on his chest to try and calm him down. It does nothing. Instead he holds his own hand over yours to keep it there. “And I am so glad that you trusted me enough to tell me. Your secret is safe with me, Hobie.” After telling him that, you lose any resolve you had and sob. Your voice is strained when you talk, and you have to take small pauses to catch your breath and remain coherent. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you missed my graduation-”

“I was almost eaten alive.” he quickly defends, remembering that annoying day. The Inheritors have become a very big nuisance since Osbourne’s death and are the reason for so many of his disappearances. He would explain all of this to you if you gave him the chance.

You scrunch your face with a look of confusion, but when he doesn’t explain any further, you continue. “And you missed my recital-”

“So I could keep Kraven from fucking up 38th street.” He was starting to get upset. It’s like you weren’t listening to him. He was Spider-man. Of course he couldn’t be there for every facet of your life. And you knew that now. So…what the fuck? “If I hadn’t done that, your mates wouldn’t have anywhere to live.”

You could hear the annoyance in his tone and body language, and it made you a little miffed. “I understand that-“

“Do you?”

You slap your head in frustration. “You’re not getting it, Hobie. You weren’t there-“

“Yeah, I fucking couldn’t be because I’m too busy trying un-fuck our city and everyone in it. Including you.” He says, slightly raising his voice. How dare you get mad at him when you’re the one who’s leaving? “I mean, I’m showing you why I can’t be there and it’s still not enough?”

You never stopped crying, but now you were pissed. You glared at him. “You think that fixes everything? It doesn’t change the fact that I stood outside the auditorium and waited for you right before and right after my name was called for nothing. Or that I almost fucked up my solo because I couldn’t think about anything besides the fact that you weren’t there.”

Hobie raises a finger at you. “I-”

“Stop interrupting me!” You shout, immediately recoiling but keeping your glare. Hobie blinks at you in disbelief. “Knowing that you were off saving the world does not mean I didn’t need you there with me when my sister was-” Choking on your words, you cover your mouth with your hand in a feeble attempt to hide the sob that escaped. Hobie’s anger dissipated and all that was left was utter heartbreak.

You took a second to recollect yourself, shying away from his touch when he reached out to you. He drops his arm by his side. “I don’t understand,” he whispers, his voice breaking.

Taking another deep breath, you drop the ball on him , finally. “If you’re worried I’m going to go off and tell Jonah Jameson-”

“No,” he practically shouts. “I’m not fucking worried about that. I’m upset, because my girlfriend is breaking up with me!”

“Don’t fucking yell at me!”

Hobie slams his hands against his head and walks away from you, panting. All you can do is watch him, anticipating his next move. Bracing yourself for whatever he’ll say out of anger.

After a few moments of breathing, he drops his hands and turns to look at you. “So what you just-don’t love me anymore?”

“What?”

“Is that it? There’s someone else?”

You furrowed your brows and looked around the room wondering where the hell he got that from. “The fuck? No!”

“So why don’t you want to be with me anymore?”

You groaned in frustration and covered your face with your hands. He just wasn’t getting it. “That’s not what I’m saying-”

“The fuck are you saying?” His voice louder than it’s ever been towards you.

“I want to be with you, Hobie,” you tell him, the tears never ending. Your voice, as loud as it is, shakes and cracks. Hobie grabs his hair, his mind completely scattered. You were confusing him left and right. Why can’t you just come out and say-

“I don’t want to be with Spider-Man.”

Everything seems to stop. The only sound being you calming yourself down as you take some deep breaths. You couldn’t look at Hobie, you just couldn’t. As for him, he couldn’t stop looking at you utter disbelief and heartbreak.

His bottom lip quivered as it hung open. His nostrils began to flare. His chest rose and fell as he felt the lump in his throat grow. Why won’t you look at him? Please look at him…please?

“You…I don’t…” he simply can’t find the words to describe how he felt. To put it simply, you were breaking his heart. He loves you. He fucking loves you so much. It hurts that there’s nothing he can do to fix this. He can’t just stop being Spider-Man, no matter how hard he’s considering it at this moment.

He doesn’t know what yo do. He’s so hurt. He’s so…fucking…angry.

“Get out.” He says, looking at the ground.

You jerk your head up at him. Wiping your eyes, you ask him, “What?”

Hobie angrily puts his mask back on. “Get the fuck out,” he repeats, louder this time. You don’t move. You didn’t want it to end like this. Was it really going to end like this? No…

“Ba-Hobie,” Slip of the tongue. But it was too late, he heard it and it broke him even more.

“I don’t want you here when I get back.” He turns away from you and stalks towards the window. Without looking back once, he lifts it open and hops back out into the night.

You slap your hand over your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut. This feeling in your chest, you wanted to lie down and scream at the top of your lungs. You were hoping he understood, that you could reason with him, but now you were left a lonely shell of your former self. You would hate yourself for breaking his heart the way you did. As you gather your things and leave the apartment, you start to wonder, was this even worth it?

On the trek home, you decided; yes. It hurt, but nothing would compare to the pain of him not being there at the hospital when you told him you needed him there. All the moments that you needed the man you loved and he was no where to be found, you found joy in knowing that you would never experience that again.

You weren’t angry with Hobie anymore. You knew why things were the way they were now. But, that’s not a love life that you wanted. That was the most difficult thing you had to do, but you had to do it. You weren’t going to be a superhero’s girlfriend. You just weren’t. You hoped he understood one day.

And he will. But for now, Hobie watches you leave the building with a hole in his heart and hatred in his mind. For now, you just don’t want to make it work with him. Hobie knows the two of you are meant to be, he just wishes you would understand that-

No. He wishes you would accept him. You don’t . And that destroys him.

For now, you simply don’t love him enough to accept him for what he is. A huge part of him was scared of this, and would you look at that, it came true.

He was so confused. So hurt. How could you. How could you?…

ending a/n: Hi! How was it? I hope I wrote it well. I really wanted to make sure it was clear that they both are valid in their feelings about the whole thing. It made sense that it would all blow up and not end well and I think it’s very easy for someone who is dealing with a lot of emotions to not really think rationally or listen to the other person.

If you read this whole thing and was like ‘what is wrong with her’ let me try to explain my thought process. She doesn’t want to be with a superhero. She wants to be in a relationship with someone who can be there for her. Hobie was never there, if he was it was few and far between. And that’s bcs of his obligation to the world and multiverse. That’s no one’s fault. She gets that. So she’s going to find someone who CAN give her the time she needs. Someone who doesn’t have a duty to the world. Someone who can focus on her as much as she does for them.

Of course, Hobie isn’t going to understand that. All he hears is that she doesn’t want to be with him. So, he’s thinking irrationally, not really listening to what she’s saying. Taking things the wrong way bcs he’s heart broken.

I like where I ended it, but I am very open to a pt 2 in the future where they’ve gotten over it (or maybe not 👀) but they’re not going to get back together. It’ll be like closure unless I decide to never let Hobie heal from it. Hmmmm. Idk idk idk!

Anyway, I hope you guys understood my thinking and enjoyed this version of this trope. I don’t think I’ve seen it done before, it would be nice to start a trend of this. I would love to see how other people interpret this. Please feel free to discuss this particular topic more with me if you would like! I don’t bite! Y’all have a good one🩵🩵

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Hobie Brown x fem reader

When the reader has dyslexia, ADHD, and has trouble with spelling certain words or just forget how to spell the most simplest words ever gets insecure about their learning disability and then falls into a depressive episode (which is just them distancing themselves from other (Hobie) for weeks)

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Hobie Brown x femspiderpersonReader

Reader distances themself from Hobie after they fail to read a recent mission report in front of him. Hobie thinks nothing of it, but reader falls into a depressive episode.

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I hate this, I fucking hate this. I asked Miguel to just get Lyla to tell me my missions over and over again, but it seems like that suck up ass won't listen. Now an envelope with my most recent mission assignment is staring at me. I feel myself begin to panic at the very idea of opening up the document, but considering my job, I have to. No way in hell am I going to get stuck in my reality, especially since my boyfriend might be restricted to see me. Although, he's never been one to play by the rules, and that's what I absolutely love about him. Taking much needed deep breath, I opened it and immediately I couldn't read a damn thing. All of the letters were all jumbled up except for a few, which didn't help because I still had no idea what the mission was. I let out a frustrated groan of annoyance and slammed the document down on the table in front of me.

"Oi, what's goin on in here love?" Hobie suddenly spoke making me nearly jump from my chair.

"Nothing, just a mission assignment, no biggie." I responded as casually as I could.

"Alright, what you got goin on?" He questioned walking towards me. He then sat on the table flashing one of his heart melting smiles that got me to date him in the first place. He really is a charmer, and he doesn't even need to try.

"Um...I haven't read it yet, but once I do I'll let you know." I said fidgeting with the paper before me.

"Can't you read it now, I want to see if there is a chance that I could come with you, not that I need permission or anything though." He said chuckling at the thought of breaking the rules once again.

"Nah, I think I'll read it later." I lied.

"Why can't you do it now, you ain't got nothin better to do." He joked.

"Sure, yea." I spoke quietly beginning to read the document once more yet failing once more. My anxiety began to spike considering Hobie still hadn't known about my conditions. I needed to get out as this situation was far too overwhelming for me to think. I began picking at my fingers trying to calm myself, but that didn't work. And suddenly I got up and ran out of the door unable to form a sentence to my boyfriend as he yelled my name.

Shooting my webs, I went to the highest point of the building and begin pacing all around it trying to calm myself. I couldn't face him and no way could I face Miguel again, especially since he knows about my conditions and hasn't even tried to accommodate me. Quickly I called Lyla and the fashionable AI came into view.

"Hey sugar, what's up?" She asked fixing her coat

"Can you please tell me my mission?" I asked her quickly

"Sure, but didn't you get the report?" she asked and I immedietly deadpanned at the fact that Miguel didn't even put my conditions on my file as she would know.

"Lyla I can't read them very well, can you please just tell me from now on and put it on my file considering the boss forgets to do so?" I asked her standing upside down looking at the futuristic city before me.

"Sure thing, and... done. Now as for that mission, you are to go to Earth-2341 and capture an anomoly known as the viper. Have fun!" Lyla said almost as though she was celebrating something.

"Thanks, I'll go right now." I told her knowing that going without preperation might not be a good idea.

"Be careful, want me to get Hobie to assist you?" She asked wiggling her eyebrows.

"Nah, I'll be fine." I reassured.

Three days later...

I was not in fact fine. My wounds were far more severe than I expected. I guess that's what I get for acting on my impulses. I numbly walked towards the infirmary sighing at the thought of getting scolded by the doctor for being too reckless again. My agony was washed away when out of the corner of my eye I saw Hobie. Although, as soon as that feeling of happiness came another feeling of regret and shame hit me like a truck and I began walking as fast as I could to try and avoid him. No way in hell was I going to talk to him right now, especially after what happened. I'm far too emmbarassed to be around him right now. However, I was no where near fast enough and I felt the soft touch of my boyfriend's hand on my shoulder and he tried to turn me around to face him.

"Hey love, oh shit are you alright?' Hobie greeted quickly as he began pulling my arm to the infirmary.

"No, I feel like shit, I was just on my way there and I don't need your help getting there, I know where its is." I snapped at him immidenietly regretting it due to the painfuil look in his beautiful brown eyes.

"I'm sorry, but don't take it out on me, I'm just trying to help." He said calmly and I was reminded once again why I'm with him in the first place. As he is the kindest and most honest person I have ever met.

"I don't need your help Hobie, just leave me be please, I need some space." I told him turning away and walking straight to the infirmary.

Two Weeks Later...

Fuck, I really should not have snapped at him like that. And all because I was too nervous to tell him about my dyslexia. He probably hates me now, but I'm too chicken shit to ask him. I haven't gotten much sleep since that day and I don't care considering I feel like I deserve it for how I treated my boyfriend. I sighed laying back down on my messy bed that I haven't had the energy to make it. Due to the severity of my injuries, I'm off missions for a few weeks until I'm fully healed. Miguel hates when we aren't perfect when completing our missions. I feel physically fine, I'm just not entirely there mentally at the moment. I felt so tired but all I've been doing is sleeping and waiting for Hobie to burst through the doors and make me do something with him. But he won't, I asked him to leave me alone and he's respecting that even though I don't want him too. Closing my eyes for the millionth time these past two weeks, I'm interrupted by someone shaking my head. My spidey sense didn't go off because it was the one and well many, Gwen Stacy.

"Get up, you need to go talk to him." She demanded picking me up off of my bed as I slouched onto the floor.

"No, don't wanna." I whined not looking up at her.

"Bullshit, you two love the hell out of each other. Talk to him and tell him everything." She said softer

"Girl, he's literally the least judgmental person ever. He won't even care about it because it doesn't effect you as a person." Gwen spoke crouching down placing her hand on my shoulder.

"You're right, you know where he is?" I asked getting up and finding fresher clothes to put on.

"Yeah, he's at his place." she said helping me pick something to wear even though there were piles of dirty clothes like everywhere.

"Thanks, wish me luck." I spoke finally dressed as I opened the portal to his dimension.

"You don't need it, but good luck." Gwen smiled with a thumbs up.

After making my way to his place I knocked on his door. He immediatley opened it and his eyes lit up as soon as he saw me. This clamed my nerves knowing he was still excited to see me I find myself seated on his couch that was probably over 100 years old. I can't complain though, this bitch was comfortable. Hobie stat on the other side of the couch looking at me as though he was waiting for me to speak.

"Love, you alright? What do you need to say." he asked

I took a deep shaky breath realizing its really okay. Gwen'sright about being the least most judgemental person here. Taking one more deep breath I began to tell him.

" First off, I'm so sorry for snapping at you two weeks ago and for telling you to leave me alone. The reason for it is that have dyslexyia meaning I sometimes get certain words mixed up and that's why I prefer to just be told my mission by Lyla rather than receiving a report like you or Gwen. I didn't tell you because I felt embarassed about it." I told him quickly looking down at my hands as I picked at my left palm.

"Love, that ain't nothing to be embarressed about. Wanna know why?" Hobie questioned with his right eyebrow cocked with a mischevious grin on his face.

"Why?" I chuckled at his face knowing he's say something ridiclous.

"Who needs words anyway, none of em' make sense most of the time." he joked cuckling at himself

"Pfft, Hobie lots of people do, that's how people communicate." I responded folding my arms across my chest giving him a grin as well.

"Nah, fuck the rules and everyone else. But seriously I'm glad you told me I feel like I know you better. So thank you for letting me in on that, love and I forgive you." Hobie reassured as he scooted next to me wrapping his longs arms around my body in a comforting hug as he stroked my head.

"I love you." I whispered leaning into him.

"Yeah, I love ya too." he said as he kissed my forehead nuzzling into temple. "Alright now, how's bout we cuddle and then order some pizza later, yea?" He suggested.

"Yeah, sounds good to me, Hobie." I told him as we both basked in the warmth of each other.

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Grave visit au

Hobie Brown x Reader

w: angst, Miguel got punch, sadness, lost, Hobie misses you, self hatred

a/n: this took longer to finish, sorry for the wait. Got stuck in irl stuff and I really leave this reality so badly so I can go comfort my poor Hobie 😭

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When your death is announced, Hobie didn't waste a second at all and gave Miguel a punch on the face because it's Miguel who put you in the mission, leading you to die. Gosh, Hobie was furious. Hobie was happy with you, he was able to finally find someone he loved and yet he lost you because of some stupid anomalies mission.

Your body is buried in 928, because that's your home, and your universe isn't, since no one needed you there except for the Spider society.

Hobie was given a time out for punching Miguel in the face but that doesn't stop him from visiting your grave. Hate to say but Hobie hate visiting your grave, he hates it so much because everytime he sees your name carved on the gravestone, he would always ended up blaming him for not going to the mission with you, the amount of hate he would put on himself is unimaginable, and he doesn't like the feeling of it.

But he still ended up visiting you every two to three days, because he misses you so damn hard.

Whenever Hobie visited, he would have his guitar with him. Hobie would play your favorite songs or any new songs that he has made in the memories of you.

"I miss you so much luv," he hugged your gravestone, then rested his back against it, "the world seems more gray recently." Because you are the color of his life. (And he would hardly change color, as in, he mostly stays in his gray mode)

"I miss you."

Hobie skipped so many performances, even at start he drowned himself in it, thinking it's the one thing that can make him happy again but whenever he looked at the crowd of people, and that exact spot you'll always stand at, you weren't there anymore, and it hurts him so much that he will no longer see his favorite face in the crowd anymore.

"Sometimes I seriously wanted to dig your grave and place it to mine, but I know this is your home," Hobie gently smiled at your grave, "but I needed you, and you're laying here."

"You are the harmony of my life, what am I supposed to do now?" Hobie missed your voice, your morning voice, gently waking him up, the little humming coming from you.

"At least you're at peace now, forget all the pain." You shared your pain to Hobie before, how your universe treated you, as it what's the point of being a hero when no one needed you.

"Remember your plushie? Apparently Gwen manages to sneak some from your room at the HQ, because Miguel keeps your room off limits but the plushie doesn't smell like you anymore." Because Hobie hugged your plushies to sleep every night just to remember your scent and doesn't feel lonely about it.

Hobie is not the type who wanted marriage, he's more of a person who's "as long we stay, we stay forever," but that doesn't stop him from thinking about the future he could have with you, of how he will held many show just to sing out his love to you, of all the nights he would held you close to him and fall asleep together, of you and Hobie swing around the city and talk about everything.

"Just why wasn't I assigned to it?" And he will never stop blaming himself for your death.

[kaidan-z]

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE HOBIE ANGST??? TS DEADDD!!!!!!

IT WAS SO GOOD TOO

TS WOULD HAVE MY JAW ON THE FLOOR, EYES WIDE, PHONE DROPPED

IT WAS ALL SO DEEP

YOU GUYS NEED TO COME BACK!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! 🗣️🗣️

[milequaritchsslut]

Broken Promises

Summary: He loved you more then anything in this broken world, but did you feel the same for him?

Pairings: Hobie Brown x Toxic Fem Reader

Warnings: Drifting relationship, angst, cheating, love sick hobie, crying, lack of nourishment, heart break, slight obsession, unhealthy attachment, break up, mentions of sex

Hobie brown was your boyfriend, and he loved you. It was more then just love though, the feeling he felt wasn't able to be put into words. It was a pounding in his chest, a rush of adrenaline into his veins. A tapping of his feet, and a passionate, rapid, but soft and rushing feeling in his heart for you. It was a kind of passion that was above all others, higher then lust and love itself. It was something else, something he couldn't quite place at the moment. A feeling that felt like colors mixing and churning into one you've never seen before, a feeling you couldn't describe very well. You could call it love, or passion, but it would never truly grasp the full feeling or meaning of it.

But you didn't quite feel the same, though you did care for him. You just didn't love him, you wanted to be with him, to hold him in your arms but you felt that there was someone out there who was…better? You knew it sounded like such a horrible thing to say, so you never told him. Hoping you two would drift on your own, but that wasn't quite working out for you.

But he still loved and cherished every second he spent with you. He made sure of it, he didn't have much. He was alone in this world, but then you came into his life. You were the sun in the morning, giving him warmth and reminding him it was a new day. You were the moon at night, guiding him as he flew through the air, and reminding him to rest.

You were the light in his life, he made sure that you knew how important you were to him. Kissing you goodbye before he left every morning, cuddling you the second he got home and wrapping you into his strong arms. Kissing you down your neck softly as you giggled and smiled, telling you how much he missed you and was thinking about you the whole time.

It was a wonderful life for him, he had something to look forward to at the end of the day. Someone to remind him of how amazing he truly was and about how loved of a person he is. He loved you with every fiber of his being, every breathe he took was out of love for you. He stayed strong because of you, he was excited for another day because you were gonna be there.

He had fallen hard for you, plummeted down to the ground kind of hard. He had forgotten what it was like to come home alone and be without you. He never wanted to live that kind of life again, in fact he was scared. That was why fear filled him as he noticed the way you distanced yourself.

When he came home now, you weren't there. Out with your friends or working late to meet some stupid deadline you made up. But when you were home it was like talking to a machine, giving him the same 2 answers for every question.'How was your day love?' - fine: "Do you wanna cuddle?' - 'no' Did you do anything interesting today?' - "no"

You were right next to him, yet so so far. Where had his sweet girl gone? Lost in the chaos maybe, or did she slip away while he wasn't looking? Nonetheless it didn't feel the same, it felt like 2 puzzle pieces trying to fit together, but breaking in the process. Two magnets that lost their friction but stayed near, just in case they got it again. You'd been together for about a year now, yet it felt like he didn't know the girl he slept next to every night. Why was that?

Was it something he did? Had he forgotten something important? He wasn't one to forget anything about you, he remembered everything about his girl. Her favorite dress, the kind of noddles she liked, her favorite way to wear her hair, the names of every cousin she had, every single thing you told him he remembered. Because he didn't want to forget even the smallest things, because he knew they were important to you. He just wanted to make sure you felt loved and appreciated, he needed you to know just how much he loved you, and that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon without you by his side.

It had been a tiring day at work for him, new bruises and cuts making their way across his body as he came home. He was exhausted to say the least, sweat dripping down his face as he turned the key in the door knob and pushed into the house. His ears perked up at an unusual noise coming from the bedroom. He threw his bag on the couch and stalked over to the door. His ear pushed against it as his heart dropped, the sounds of soft moans and bed creaking was what he heard.

His world crashed down to the ground, breaking and cracking into smithereens. It felt like knives were being stabbed into his soft heart, hands clawing inside of him and ripping it out, just to throw it into the trash and call it a day. His legs were starting to feel limp as his shaky hand went to turn the bedroom knob. The door slowly pushing open as his eyes laid on a man over you, naked, clothes thrown to the sides of the bed. In the bed he owned, in his room, inside of his apartment. What the fuck were you doing?

He fought back the tears inside of him, staying strong as he glared at the both of you. A loud huff coming out of him as he looked at you with disgust. All the time he put into this relationship, all the love he thought you two shared. Gone in an instant. 'Get out now' he demanded, his voice was calm, with a danger behind it at the same time. He wasn't playing around when he pointed out the door as you got up, the man rushed out right away, leaving you two alone. Shame filled you as you quickly put your clothes back on, making sure not to make eye contact with him.

He watched you the whole time, trying to make his anger rise, but sadness and betrayal only filling him more as he watched the girl of his dreams walk out on him. He didn't want you to see him cry, he didn't want any of this to happen, he just wanted you. But he followed behind you nonetheless.as you walked out of his apartment. Shutting the door he locked it, no words being spoken as he looked down at the ground. Tears finally prickling at the sides of his eyes as he let out a low sob, hands making their way to his face. Tears began streaming down his cheeks, as sobs filled his empty apartment.

He didn't go on missions for about a month, cooped up in his tiny apartment letting his guitar collect dust. He ignored the pain he felt, all the love he showed you seemed like a distant memory now. But it only made it worse, his webs were getting lower, caused by his lack of eating or drinking.

He just sat at the table and looked through all the things you left with him, your phone charger, those pink gem covered forks you used at every meal splayed across the kitchen table as tears flooded his eyes. He didn't know why he kept looking at them, it just made him feel worse. But it reminded him of you, so he ate them with every one of the few meals he had. Hands gripping onto the speckled silverware as he trembled to put the food past his chapped

lips.

He hummed that song he wrote for you where ever he went, the words seeming like codes embroidered into his dna. His clothes were thrown to the side as he took his socks off and placed them in the hamper. He stepped into the shower finally, after weeks of laying in his bed and staring at the photos you two shared. He smelled horrid, the stench of tears and sweat stains engulfing him and making up his aura. He turned the shower to the hot setting, steam catching on the mirror and fogging it up. He reached next to him for shampoo, just to be met with the strawberry scented one you had left. That light pink colored bottle with strawberries printed under and around the label silky hair has never been better' in white modern font. He stopped in his tracks as he stared down at it, lips parting as they began to quiver. The water shot onto the side of his face as he stayed frozen, trying to make sure it was really the one he thought it was. Quickly he opened the bottle and inhaled the scent, a small smile dancing onto his lips. It smelled just like you, that heavenly scent you carried everywhere. The same smell he inhaled every morning when you woke up next to him. It warmed his heart, just another way to make it feel like you were still here.

So he kept it, using it on his own hair during every shower he took. He just couldn't get rid of you, you meant too much to him. He still had your perfume sprayed on his jacket, he kept it safe, scared the smell would drift off just like you did. It had a special place in his closet, all the way to the far right, next to his boot cut jeans. A place just for you, a place that wasn't going to be taken, a place that would stay for awhile longer, though it might've over stayed it's welcome he didn't mind, because it was for you.

[dreamstate4you]

Hobie.

Pt2 ( pt 1 )

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2.1k words.

Angst, descriptions of blood, catcallers, reader having slight panic attack

After a few minutes of being alone with your skateboard. You soon realized how lonely it was without your boyfriend. You sighed and just decided to pack things up and go back to studying for that Exam you were trying to avoid.

You picked up Hobie's leather jacket and wore it. The weather suddenly feeling chilly. The sky started to turn from it warm yellow hue to a light blue, comforting, cool colour.

Picking up your skateboard and your small backpack you began to embark on the journey back to your apartment. The distance between the park and your apartment was a safe distance away ,but you wanted to go to the nearby supermarket to buy yourself a snack. Little did you know that the decision you made would almost cost you your life.

You had spent an uncomfortably long amount at the supermarket. Constantly glancing at you phone waiting for a text from Hobie. A part of you just wanted to prolong the time away from home so you would not be alone in your apartment.

After a thirty minutes the owner of the supermarket shooed you out because they wanted to close. You did not blame her, it was getting late.

The cool light blue sky now replaced by a dark blue. You held your arms and skateboard close to you as started to walk back home. The supermarket was further from your apartment then the park.

Noticing a few drunken men from the right side of the road, made you start to pick up your pace. The streets were empty no car in sight or another pedestrian. It was just you and the drunken men who... crossed the street?

They were following you.

Your felt your heart instantly drop to your stomach. The men had started to call out to you. Telling you to slow down and that they wanted to talk to you. You faintly heard them complimenting and whistling at you.

The fear made your stomach hurt. You felt a burning sensation in your throat. You didn't want to ,but the fear and thoughts that clouded your mind made you slow your pace down.

You wanted to drop everything and run. This had never happened to you ,but you couldn't even find the strength to scream at the man to leave you alone.

You heard them coming closer.

And closer...

Closer...

Close...

From the corner of your eyes you saw a familiar figure of red and blue swing down and lands gracefully a few inches away from you. Facing the small group of men that were following you. It's your Hobie, in his full spiderman costume, with his signature smirk and rebellious attitude.

"Oi, what's this, then? Some blokes think they can just disrespect my- This beautiful lady, huh?" He almost slipped by calling you his girl. He stepped forward, his presence commanding and protective. "These fascists need to learn some manners."

Hobie cracks his knuckles. The confidence dripping behind his mask.

Some of the guys back off and run away in fear of the superhero who stood in front of them. Two of the older men who were too drunk to understand what was even happening decided to challenge the hero.

Spiderpunk did not hesitate, Immediately jumping into action. He was careful not to cause deep wounds to the intoxicated men ,but just a deep enough wound that would bruise and leave them with a reminder of what they tried to do.

Calming down from the fearful paralysis you were able to freely breath without the feeling of your heart sinking. Your Senses came back to you one by one.

First was your touch. You noticed how sweaty your palms were as they were gripping on the side of your upper arms. Your skateboard was in the middle of your arms. You hadn't even noticed how it was slowly slipping away from your grip.

The second was your hearing. You picked up how your breath was deep and Shakey. You picked up the groans and grunts of the older men that were being taught a lesson by Hobie.

The third was your sight. Turning around to properly face the men you spotted blood. At first you thought it was the blood from the men Hobie was busy with ,but as your eyes wondered you noticed how it was coming from hobie.

That's when you noticed it. It was a badly placed bandage. The bandage was wrapped around his calf, Though wrapped wasn't the word to use, It was lose around his leg making him a victim to any floating diseases. This loose bandage did not have enough pressure applied to the wound making it slowly drip with blood.

"Ho-" you stopped yourself from calling his full name, almost revealing his identity.

"Spiderman, Stop. Stop it!" You called out to him. Your voice coming out in a scolding manner.

You don't know what prompt the fear inside of you. Maybe it was the adrenaline coursing through your veins from the men who were following you or, maybe it was how you started to piece things together. Hobie was being injured frequently now. It seemed like he was becoming more reckless then he could afford too. This was the second injury you saw in one day.

His regeneration abilities were also struggling to keep up. His spider abilities which allowed him to heal faster than the normal human were not the same as they were when you first meet him. You noticed how he took longer to heal from simple cuts to complex wounds.

Hobie paused mid-sentence as he was giving the cat-callers a final piece of his mind. He turned to look at you, a bit surprised by the interruption. His eyes widened slightly behind his mask when he saw the look of concern on your face.

"Love, I've got this. Don't worry about me," he says, his voice laced with reassurance. His actions slowly slowed down. Allowing the two men to Scarry away from him and run away, clutching Their sides. His cocky demeanor falls away for a moment as he takes in your worried face. The cat-callers gone as it's just the two of you.

You gathered what strength was left inside of you to look again at the wound on his calf. The sight of the loosely wrapped bandage brought panic to you. You did not want to be near him. You did not want to see his injury.

Hobie's eyes widen as he watched you walk away from him with an angry and worried expression. He quickly follows after you, limping in the process, his voice filled with concern and a tinge of guilt. "Hey, wait! Y/N, please!" He reaches out to gently grasp your arm, trying to stop you from going any further.

"I'm sorry, alright?" He started apologizing even though he did not know what you were mad at. Hobie saw your eyes wonder back to his injury. You some his hand from your shoulder and proceeded to talk away. "Hey, Let me explain." His voice is filled with panic as his limping disadvantaged him from swiftly cathing up with you.

Hobie let out a loud groan as he struggled to stand up. You turned around at the sound only to see your boyfriend Hobie clutching onto his calf in pain. Dispute the pain he quickly tried to mask it and pretend he was okay. He stood up straight again but it was obvious how hurt he was.

Your eyes could only widen with panic and thoughts of how you could lose the only good thing to happen to you flooded your mind.

Hobie's eyes widened with concern as he Saw the panic in your eyes and quickly picked up the deep breaths you were taking.

He limped to your frozen state and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight and secure embrace.

"Hey, hey, love. Breathe with me, okay? In... and out." He starts taking slow, deep breaths, hoping that you'll follow suit. His hold on you is gentle but firm, offering you a sense of grounding and support.

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to scare you. I promise, I'm okay. Just a scratch." He murmured softly into your ear, his voice filled with love and reassurance.

Hobie released his grip on you and crouches down, bringing himself to eye level with you. " look at me. Focus on my voice, alright?" His voice is gentle, yet filled with urgency. "I know it looks bad, but it's not as bad as it seems. I promise."

"We need to get you back to me place." You managed to say. Hobie's previous words helping you get your emotions in check. Hobie nodded and carefully scooped you into his arms. He webbed you both to your apartment.

Hobie leaned his body weight against the wall, removing his mask, as you fumbled with the door keys. You checked back at him and saw him closing his eyes.

"Hobie." You snapped him out of it. You quickly guided him to the sofa getting deja Vu of earlier today. As he set on the sofa you pulled the coffee table near, moving any notes and books aside. Hobie lifted his injured leg onto the table and you unwrapped the bandage around his calf.

The sight of his bare wound was worse then you thought. It seemed like whatever he was fighting had sunk it's claws or teeth into his skin. You immediately ran to the medicine cabinet inside the bathroom. Wearing your gloves as you immediately prepared the Blood bag and IV drip.

"Hobie, Hobie!" You called out to him ,but he didn't respond. "Hobie!" You held his shoulder and slowly shook him. He lazily opened his eyes.

"Just a bit lightheaded ,love. Nothin' a nap can't fix." Hobie replied but didn't close his eyes. He didn't want to slip out of conciseness. You ignoring the wave of panic that spread across your body making your hands sake as you injected the IV into his vein.

You moved your attention back to the wond again. You started disinfecting his wound, cleaning all the dried blood. "Hobie, can you feel this?" You asked. You were getting worried due to his lack of reacting to the alcohol.

"Yeah. It's- irritating." He grits between his teeth. A small sigh of relief coming over you. His nerves were not badly damaged, all you had to do was stitch him up.

You held the stich needle, Affirming the words they thought you in class. You started stitching the wound. Hobie sat patiently, enduring the stitching process with a stoic expression. He appreciated your careful and gentle touch, though he can't help but feel a tinge of pain with each needle prick.

Once you were done stitching him and cleaning the wound. You wrapped him up properly in a bandage and removed your gloves. Hobie couldn't fight it anymore and lost his consciousness. You watched as his breath slowed down. His chest slowly rising and falling compared to how fast it was beating earlier.

You held your head in your hand. Taking in everything that happened. Your theory was right. Hobie's spider regeneration abilities were lacking. You made a mental note to ask him when he woke up.

After a few hours of sitting down Cleaning the place and revising your notes Hobie woke up. It was two in the morning, the night outside was still dark but you still couldn't sleep.

"Hey" he weakly smiled. You turned to his voice, lightly embracing him into a hug. "How long was I out?"

"A few hours." You answered him, still refusing to let go of the embrace.

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to stress ya." Hobie leaned into the embrace.

"You need to be careful hobie. Your regeneration abilities are lacking.-"

"I know." Hobie interrupted your sentence. You let go of the embrace to look him in the eyes. You're face was filled with confusion, he knew but why was getting more reckless.

Hobie immediately read the confusion on your face. He took a beep sigh "crossing the multiverse is messing up with my abilities. It ain't me only, some other spiders are experiencing this too." He paused before he continued "some are completely loosing their spider powers."

"But!" Hobie interpreted you from talking by putting his finger infront of your lips. "But Miguel is working on something."

Hobie lightly took your face into his hand "Don't worry about me ,love"

He said, giving you a small smile.

You wanted to trust him. You really wanted to ,but an uneasy feeling deep down did not allow you to.

[lichenettic-pos]

More little Hobie stuff <3

Deffo more coming soon

Hobie x reader

Rarely y/n use.

Angst <3

Canal boat Hobie baby!!!

When Hobie said he'd rather be at your place. You were always confused. You were sure he'd have a rocking house and wonderful looking home, but after Hobie basically moved in you gave up with the whining to check it out. Leaning into accepting you'd never see his humble abode.

That was until you were out protesting and got a chunk of rubble tossed clean over a car right at you. A decent piece. One almost the size of your head. And fell to the ground with a crack, you barely remember anything except a frantic spider punk rushing over after clearing the area. You felt completely immobilized. And couldn't respond to him asking if you were okay in a somewhat frantic tone. Only able to lul limp in his arms as he worriedly gathered you up and swung you somewhere, somewhere with lots of water.

The rest was a blur. You were being moved around too much, someone kept touching your neck and getting too close to your face. And every few moments you'd let out a weak grunt noise. And the figure would jump to look you in the eyes. They weren't so colorful now. And their silhouette was comfortingly familiar. Lulling you into a small nap.

"Come on bug, oh god please-"

The voice sounded familiar.jolting you partially awake as you stirred your voice out of your throat. Which only came out as some sort of weak yowl of sorts. The figure rose from your side. Gasping as he came into view. Your lovely boyfriend, red eyed and exasperated looking. Nearly scrambling from his spot on the floor next to your oddly comfy laying area. Smelling of deep tobacco and marijuana. With a slight musk of an all too familiar cologne. Made you stir more.

"Hh...hobie?"

The prolonged 'h' of his name made him sputter. And he furiously wiped his eyes before leaning into your face. His lanky hands gently crawled around your head to cradle you as he smiled. Kissing your cheek, which stung a little. Making you whine.

"I know bug- got a bit of road rash on your face from ya' fall, but is not as banged up as your other cheek love"

His voice was kind. And he gently tilted your head in his hands. Feeling his fingers deep in your scalp felt soothing. And you leaned back into it and closed your eyes. Trying to move your arms. But they hurt like a bitch.

"Can you move good yah? Nothin not movin'?"

He leaned away to look at your body. Which he had laid on top of a black and gray comforter. Fairly straight on your back. And you gathered your strength to wiggle your hands a bit. Looking down to move your feet. That's when you see the bandages, you're basically naked, stripped down to what you believe is the shorts you were wearing and obviously one of Hobie's tank tops with nothing underneath. Which is way loose on you. And you can see bandages and gauze pads thrown all around your chest and shoulders. It hits you how much pain you're in. But you're able to wiggle all your limbs. Whimpering and throwing your head back on the bed.

"Oh god- what's wrong bug?"

Hobie get closer. Looking at your body in concern.

" it's just my chest- my ribs feel like they've been crushed- it hurts so bad Hobie…"

Your whimpers make Hobie nervous. And once again tears spring to his eyes as he lets out a sob. Which surprises you. And you turn to look at your boyfriend. Who you now see is kneeling by the bed you're in. And slowly sliding down to where he's sitting on his knees and sobbing into the side of the mattress.

"Hobie? What's wrong? Bee?"

"I couldn't save you in time bug!"

He wails. And as you move your less hurt hand to his face. He takes it in his own gangly palms. Crying out and holding it up to his face as he cries. You've never seen Hobie so distressed. And it's scary.

"I was too late and you got hurt! I thought you were gone!"

He's uncontrollably hiccuping and sobbing by now. One hand holding yours and the other tugging harshly at his wicks. Which you gasp and roll to stop him. Making you wince a bit. But being able to grab his wrist to keep him from hurting himself made you happy. But he only cried harder into the comforter below you as you held his hands. It was a pathetic sight. You know Hobie always worried about not being able to save you from the world y'all lived in. But seeing him so utterly distraught made you feel like crying too.

"Hobie.. bee. Shhh.. shh it's."

"It's not okay bug! I almost lost you- I didn't keep my promise! I said I'd keep you safe forever!"

He looks up and sniffs ugly like.hes gripping the blanket beside you like he's ready to rip it to shreds. His knuckles are losing color as he shakes and sobs. Almost hyperventilating by now.

"I saw you stop b-Breathing!- you were- you-"

Hobie is almost gone by now. Losing air to speak. You try to shush him. The pain in your body is horrible. But manageable if it meant it helped Hobie not hurt himself. So you pull his head closer. Leaning in to kiss his forehead. And squeeze one wrist.

"I'm right here Hobie.."

The brit let you take his hand up to your mouth, and you blow gently across his palm. Finishing it with a kiss.hes still having a hard time catching his breath. No doubt putting himself under all the blame for you getting hurt.

"It's not your fault. You didn't know I was gonna go right there. Or what happened next.. you were busy keeping other people safe.."

He tries to talk back, but ends up just sobbing again, slowly crawling into a stand to lean over you and hold you as gently as he can. You pet his head softly. Allowing Hobie to relax back as you coo and shush him softly. After a while you wiggle over so he can crawl into the bed with you. Breathing deeply into your neck as he lays next to you. You can't help but smile. He's still obviously upset about the incident. But now you got him gently laying one arm across your body, and he's very clearly falling asleep.it didn't stop you from realizing his soft chest seizes. Where his breathing would suddenly quicken and then flatten, quick inhales similar to a hiccuping movement. And while he relaxed. You looked at his wicks. Checking with your eyes the area he'd tugged at harshly to make sure he hadn't ruined the years worth of work on his beautiful head. Which luckily took the harsh abuse like a champ, and other than some slight dent and misshapen roots. It looked healthy enough to not fall out. Or rip easily next time.

In the time it takes for you to finally pass out. You realize you're in a small but long apartment of some kind. Till you feel the soft rocking. And it hits you, Hobie lives in a canal boat. Which softens your heart. Hobie never wanted to show you his home because he was ashamed wasn't he? The boat was a little messy, but it looked so homey, and probably was less expensive than your own apartment. But by the time you came to that conclusion. You'd fallen asleep,

[ur1vr]

❤️‍🩹.

hobie brown x fem! reader

tw/cw: angsty, character death (not sayin who), hobie cryinOMFG THIS HURTS TO TYPE, medium description of blood, suicidal thoughts, suicide, sad shit EVERYWHERE…I APOLOGIZE, mentions of sharp objects.

listen to so my darling-rachel chinouriri, or la lune- billie marten <3 (both fucking hurt🫡)

you’re tired. you tired of all these fucking canon events. They tire you so much. You cry in stress in your room every night, everything piles up onto you. Miguel and his harsh comments, your loved ones passing away, you failing school, your parents hating you, it just never stops. You just wish it could end, and you’ve tried. pills, the sharpened knife on your kitchen counter, trying to kill yourself in your bathtub, letting the cold water go up your nose and into your ears. you’ve tried, but nothing ever worked.

One night you thought of trying again. As you were getting up to leave your room a portal opened, but you didn’t even bother turning around. “you okay love?” the familiar voice echoed through your room. You nodded slowly, but you knew he wasn’t gonna take that as an answer. He steps in front of you, looking at you with concern and worry. “ya know you can talk to me, right? Im here if you need me.” you looked at him with glassy eyes, tears already falling. “hey hey hey whats going on love?” you tried your best to make words, despite your shaky voice. “hobie i cant- im so like..fucking tired. im tired of a-all this bullshit on me and im at my breaking point where i might just k-“ “do not say that.” hobie says sternly, but with care.

You slowly realize that his eyes are glassy too, making you break down. “we need you here, I need you here. I need you here more than anyone else on the team, m’kay?” he says while looking at you, tears threatening to spill. “Im sorry.” you say. “what are you sorry about? what do you mean?” hobies breathing slowly turning uneven. He doesn’t wanna know, but he feels like he does. Then it clicks. “oh my god no.” “nonononono” he frantically checks on you then he rolls up your sleeves. fuck. He looks at you with…an emotion you can’t decipher well, which is making you nauseous. “you said you stopped” at this point you were full on sobbing at his words. “why did you lie? i could’ve helped yo-“ you push him away for a moment, confused.

“What do you mean could’ve..?” hobie takes a deep breath. “I meant it as why didn’t you tell me while you we-“ “WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHILE??” your sadness turned into anger. “SO YOUR TELLING ME YOU CANT HELP ME ANYMO-“

“NO I CANT. I CANT HELP YOU. YOU WANNA KNOW WHY? BECAUSE ITS GOTTEN TO A POINT WHERE NOT EVEN A REGULAR PERSON LIKE ME CAN HELP. YOU NEED PROFESSIONAL HELP, CANT YOU SEE? LOOK AT YOUR ARMS LOVE AND Y-YOUR-“ hobie staggers down a bit crying and heavily breathing. “hobie..please.” “hobie look at me, talk to me please.” Hobie puts his head in hands and your heart shatters to the floor. “cmere.” he suddenly says with a scratchy voice. You immediately go to him and hug him like never before, and he hugs back just as tightly, kissing the side of your head still crying. “Im so so s-sorry hobie..please forgive me.” You plead as if he would disappear at any moment.

*time skip🫡*

you and hobie are cuddled on your bed, but you can’t sleep. You stare at your ceiling, only thinking of him. The tears that welled in his eyes, the sadness in his voice, the guilt. It made you want to cry even harder, wondering why you could’ve just fucking stopped. You turn your head to look at him, tears streaming down your face. Hes sound asleep next to you, but you just wanna wonder what hes thinking of. Does he hate you now? It scrambled through your mind. and you thought of something again, but ended up whispering it. “im so sorry hobie, i cant do this, it wont stop at all.” you kiss his forehead tearfully and get up. you find a piece of paper laying at your desk, looking up, you see pictures and polaroids of you both smiling and laughing. A picture of your first date. The kiss at the firework show. You guys at the park. you sniff as you grab a pen and start scribbling down: “im so sorry hobes, i wish i could’ve stayed longer my love. Thank you for everything, i love you so much my little spider-punk.”

You slowly get up and place the paper where you were laying down. you look at your loving boyfriend one last time, before entering the kitchen. You end up finding the knife. “He tried hiding it…” you say quietly crying. You raise the knife to your wrist, targeting your vein roughly, and the rest went from a blur to pitch black. Hobie wakes up in the middle of the night and feels an empty space on the bed. He frantically jumps and looks around the room and finds the paper. He reads it, and tears start flowing like a waterfall down his face. He immediately stands up and yells your name, trying to find you around the house…and when he finds you, its heart breaking. He finds you unconscious on the cold floor, blood slightly seeping from your arm. “nonono please PLEASE.” He yells as he picks you up, lifting your head first. “look at me baby-look at me please, please love don’t die on me my love please” he says while sobbing, trying to find any sign of life in your face.

but he finds none.

[the-kr8tor]

Once More to See You

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 8.4k

Synopsis: Like Alice in wonderland, you accidentally fall to another universe where everything is different from your universe, including your best friend, Hobie Brown. Will you be able to come home to your best friend before you get ripped apart molecule by molecule? Or will you fail and leave the love of your life wondering where you are for the rest of his life?

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, No specific physical description of the reader, CW Blood, CW violence, TW death, CW injury, CW vomit mention. Bestfriends to lovers (speedrun edition), established relationship, Hurt/comfort, Angst.

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Eyes almost crossed, back hunched and aching, you tinker at the tiny components of the inter dimensional watch Hobie started putting together. He brought it to you last night with a paper bag filled with your favourite takeout to bribe you in helping him. “It's for emergencies,” he said, “I don't trust that vampire from the future,” he grumbled in between bites of chips.

The soft music from your record player filters through the dimly lit room, save for your work lamp, the sun is just about setting in the horizon. You have the perfect view of the expansive London skyline just outside your window. It's a foggy day, clouds hanging above like cotton balls, fluffy and grey— rain's coming, you surmise from the unmistakable smell of petrichor. It's already raining somewhere, you think. And you worry immediately for him since he's still on patrol. Did he bring a raincoat with him at least? But knowing him, he'd just swing around while there's a downpour. And when you scold him while he's dripping wet, soaking your carpet, he'd just shrug and say, ‘I looked bloody good at it though’ to which you'd scoff, but secretly agree.

Distracted, you poke at the wrong wire with your metal pliers, a spark from the main power source shocks you, flinching and yelping, you check for any damages on your fingertips.

“Should've worn rubber gloves, love.” Hobie's sudden whisper in your ear makes you jump out of the stool, goosebumps appearing on your arms as he catches you before you land harshly on your back. “Got you. Maybe you should invent seatbelts on barstools, hm? You'd make a fortune from pubs alone. No more drunkards falling face first.” He jokes, arm snaked along your back, hand splayed over your ribs, and face dangerously close to your own.

You decide to quip back as revenge for making you almost fall. “I would invent it if you weren't dropping so many projects on my lap.” Still floating above the floors with the help from his hold, he fakes letting you go. You squeak, hands instinctively flying to his shoulders for support. Maybe you shouldn't have teased him when he's the only one standing between you and a bump on your head. “You little—”

He raises a pierced brow, “what'd you say again, love?” His mischievous smirk tells you that he's about to do it again, so you surrender. How could you fight him when he looks at you like you're the only person in the world that's worthy of his touch?

Lips clamping down, you still glare at him despite the overwhelming fondness for the man holding you in place.

“That's what I thought.” Chuckling, he sits you upright back on the stool, he even fixes your shirt for you. “There, lookin' mighty fit today, why are you all dressed up?”

It's your turn to quirk an eyebrow, “dressed up? Hobs I basically live in this shirt.” He unabashedly roams his eyes over to the old band shirt that he made himself once upon a time. “Bold of you to assume I have some place to go.” You say even with the searing heat from your cheeks, and clammy hands.

“We could go,” Hobie shrugs, hiding his sudden shyness, you have that effect on him. “There's a new building we could swing to, if we go now we could still catch the sunset.” He inches closer, hand smoothing down the goosebumps on your arms.

“It's gonna rain, Hobs.”

“How'd you know? You a weather girl now?”

“I can smell it, and also my knees feel it.”

“What are you eighty?” He says with a laugh. “Does that make you a cradle snatcher?” Half joking, he really wishes that you'd get the hint.

Eleven years of friendship and counting, you still haven't crossed that invisible line between friendship and something more. It's not from the lack of trying from Hobie's end, no, he has told you a few times that he fancied you, more than a best friend would. But you're too afraid to say it back, to say or even scream that you fancy him, or love him is the better way to put it. But you're afraid that it might not work out, that friendship is the best thing for the both of you, that all the longing looks thrown between you, and all the lingering touches were all just attraction because you've known each other for basically forever; and the feeling wouldn't last once you do get together.

You don't want to risk your friendship only for it to end in tears and heartache. No, you love him too much to hurt him like that, and he knows it too.

He was more bold with his feelings for you a few years before, years before he was bitten and was given the heavy responsibilities. But now that he bears the title of Spider-man, he's starting to think having a romantic relationship with you while he's tangled up in all the danger he faces everyday, isn't such a great idea. So his advances are much less now, Hobie just misses you, he suppose, that's probably why he asked for your help with his own batch of watches even though he can handle it on his own while he's blindfolded. An excuse to just see you, an excuse to be in your presence. Because if you can't be together, he'd settle for staying like this forever, just best friends.

Best friends who unequivocally love each other, best friends who are waiting for the right time. Even if it means waiting for forever.

You smile softly, knowing that his joke is a half wish. “That means you're a coffin snatcher then.”

Hobie leans closer, hands on top of your table that's behind you, arms caging you in. You can smell the leather on him, and the usual scent he sports when he's particularly in a good mood. You'd know, you gifted the cologne to him. He thinks you're uncomfortable because of the position, he was about to move away but you remedy that with a smile, and with your hand placed on the back of his elbow. He can feel how your pulse hammers against your skin.

“C’mon, love, the view's pretty up there.” His view right now can't compare though.

“I can see the view from here, besides, I still have work to do.”

He tilts his head, an act he knows you can't resist. “I’ll swing you back home quicker than you can say ‘cougar’” you laugh, eyes crinkling in the corners, and he thinks your smile is better than any sunset he has ever seen. “You've been cooped up in here for too long. When was the last time you've seen the sun—?” You open your mouth for a quip but he beats you to it, “not including seeing it from your windows.” Nodding, he raises both eyebrows, looking at you through his long lashes.

For a moment he thought you'd agree, that you bought into his charms. But you clear your throat, moving away, lips tightly closed like you refuse to spill any secrets. Or spill out a confession. I don't want to ruin this, you think, if I go, what would happen up there? Your mind runs through a thousand scenarios, a consequence of your genius mind. It's not all good, you suppose, and you're sure that whatever happens on top of that skyscraper, you'll never come back from it.

You love him, you really do, but he has a heavy burden to carry. You don't want to add to it. Leaning to the side, still sitting on the stool, he instinctively hovers his hand close to your side, just in case you fall off again.

“I fixed the problem on your watch by the way.” Changing the subject is good, changing the subject means you don't have to face reality.

“Yeah?” He acts nonchalant, yet, there's a lump in his throat that threatens to choke him. It's not all your fault, he thinks. All the tiptoeing around each other, all the heavy side glances aren't all your fault, it's his too. He might've faced a hundred or so dangers but he can't seem to find the courage to finally say those three magic words. Jaw tightening, he's not mad at you, he's mad at himself.

“Your initial power source didn't have enough juice. Hence why it can't generate the right particles for inter dimensional travel.”

Hobie leans on the table, hand still close to your waist, eyes roaming intently at your handiwork. You're good, too good at making these watches, even better than Miguel could be. Or he's just biased. You made it look good too, even with the hodgepodge of materials he gave you.

“You figured that out in less than twenty four hours?” He's in awe of you, he could've thought of that, but it would've taken him a tad longer. “Fuckin' brilliant,” he says under his breath.

You raise your chin proudly, “I did, it was easy-peasy.” It was not, you barely slept because you couldn't sleep not while this huge glaring problem sits at your work table. If it needs fixing, you're gonna get it fixed within the day or you think you'll crumble into dust. Especially if it's Hobie asking for help.

Hobie beams, he's incredibly proud of you, but, “you crossed your lines, love. If you want me to catch on fire then you did it brilliantly.”

“What?” Your smug smile melts, eyes scanning the colourful wires. Shoulders sagging, you glare at him. “No, it's not.”

“Yes it is,” chuckling, he takes your hand to guide and point it out for you. “Right there. Between the cooling system and the red wires.”

Eyes narrowed, nose wrinkling, he smiles at your cute expression. “I can't see— oh.” You see it, the mess of wires lies just under the new power source that you were so proud of. “Fuck.”

“You owe me,” Hobie pokes your side.

“No, I don't. Not all of us have super eyesight.”

“Really? Blamin’ my poor eyes?” Hobie widens his hazel eyes, brilliant swirls of colours mesmerize you.

“Your eyes are far from poor.” You shove his face away from you gently, smiling, you laugh at his fake glare. “Don't you have to patrol, spiderman?”

He surrenders, huffing, he takes his mask from his back pocket to put it back on his head. “Fine, just make sure to fix your wires, I don't want to come back to a crater the next time I visit.”

“I'll uncross them, don't worry. I'm not an amateur, y'know.”

Hobie pats your shoulder for now, maybe he'll pay you a visit again tonight just to make sure your flat didn't turn into ashes. You call him back before he could exit through your fire escape.

“Be careful, please?” Your worried tone makes him turn back around to face you. You imagine that he's at least smiling under his mask. “Just…I have no idea what to do with your watch if you suddenly croak.”

“Always so bloody sweet,” walking back towards you, he grins even though you can't see it. Your worries make you reach towards him. Holding him by the lapels of his leather jacket, you trace the little stitches he made. His spider senses tingle, and he hears how your heart quickens. “I'll be fine, yeah? Don't worry ‘bout me.”

“You know I'll always worry.” You whisper.

“I know, I'm like that too when it comes to you.” Your breath hitches in your throat. He shuts his senses down so he can't hear how fast your pulse thumps, or how you weakly swallow down your nerves. “Why don't I come back here tonight, ease that genius mind of yours.” He pokes your forehead, you nod. “Good, I'll bring takeout, that isn't instant ramen. Seriously, love, that shit ain't good for you.”

“It's tasty though.”

“You'll get kidney stones.” He begins to walk backwards, so he could still see your face as he goes. For some reason, he doesn't want to go. But he suppose that he always has this feeling whenever he visits.

“I've got a clean kidney,” you softly smile, waving goodbye, hoping that he comes back to you in one piece just like always.

“Sure you do,” one leg after the other, he exits from the window until you're staring into your open window and until his lingering scent fades.

“Right,” you sigh, slapping your cheeks to stay in the present, then turning around to continue your work.

For an hour you painstakingly untangle the wires with your tweezers, minutes turn into hours, and your empty stomach grumbles. Lower back aching once again. For a second you're just about finishing it, then a spark lights up, then a blinding explosion of colours.

You should've worn rubber gloves.

—

Hobie swings casually towards your flat, it's a lot harder to swing with one hand while the other holds onto the plastic bag filled with your favourite. Smiling under his mask, wind blowing towards him, buildings whizz past as he increases his speed.

The smell of smoke hits his nose. Then puffs of black tar greets him where your flat used to be.

Heart in his stomach. He lands on the pavement less gracefully, the bag slipping through his trembling fingers.

A crowd watches on at the burning building, pieces of glass lay under his boots, crunching as he stands frozen on the spot. His eyes roam for your familiar face, around the people that watch the blaze, grief curls around his throat when he doesn't find you amidst the throng of strangers. It slowly suffocates him.

Your name spills out of his lips, hoping with every utterance of your name you'll emerge unscathed. He feels dizzy.

A firefighter notices him. Hope blossoms in his chest when Hobie turns towards the uniformed man. But the forlorn face the man sports under the soot covering his skin says it all. “There's no survivors!” He yells above the sirens, Hobie crumbles to his feet. “There's no survivors. You're too late, Spiderman.”

He's too late. His ears ring, he could only hear the crackling of the fire whilst it eats away at you. Charred wood collapses, nose stinging from the smoke, vision blurry as tears silently fall.

You're gone. And all that's left of you are ashes that float down towards him like grotesque snowflakes. Sticking to his suit, heat clinging to his skin.

It's too soon, he had a lifetime with you. A sudden burst of rain pelts at him. You were right, rain was coming.

He should've tried harder to convince you to go out.

—

A swirl of neon colours whizz past as you fall into the kaleidoscope depths. Scream stuck in your throat, hand stinging from how you grip the watch, or what's left of it. It's now in your hand, jagged metal pieces piercing your skin. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, bracing yourself, you fall on the harsh concrete. The portal spits you out feet first, skidding across, body tumbling on the ground. You're otherwise unharmed despite the harsh landing.

Eyes adjusting in the light, you blink rapidly, shielding your eyesight from the intense sun.

Wait, the sun? Wasn't it sunset a few minutes ago?

Sitting up, you roam your eyes around where you landed. The familiar London skyline is to your right, while on your left are buildings you can't seem to recognize no matter how you try to remember.

“I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore.” You say, full of bewilderment. The watch worked, but in the way you wanted it to.

The roof where you landed on is dirty, full of abandoned broken furniture. Pots upon pots of dead plants stacked on top of the other. Good thing there isn't any broken glass or you'd be bleeding.

Propping yourself up, you stand up on two wobbly feet. Stomach churning, vision warbling, you think you're about to be sick. You can't believe Hobie does this on a daily basis.

You inhale sharply, trying to compose yourself and the instant ramen in your stomach. “Oh fuck.” Exhaling, you calm yourself down. Heart finally steadying to a normal rhythm, you sigh before you check the remains of the cracked watch in your hand. “Shit!” The broken pieces fall off from your palm as you look at it. “I'm fucked!”

Like a child throwing a tantrum, you kick a cardboard box, it soars across the roof. Groaning loudly, you stomp on the ground as if it was its fault that you're in another dimension.

You felt it before it happened. Something spreads inside you, like a bolt of lightning has struck you. The sensation starts from the crown of your head to your fingertips, goosebumps appearing on your skin, you glitch for only a second but it's enough to give you motion sickness.

“Oh my fuck—!” A blast from behind you reverberates, wind rushing around you, whipping your searing skin. “What the—?”

If being stuck in an alternative universe wasn't enough, a guy wearing huge mechanical wings is approaching you quickly. Too quickly.

Before you could duck, the cackling vulture grabs you from the roof. Lifting you up, the whiplash from his momentum almost breaks your neck.

“Got you!” He laughs in your ears, metallic claws digging into your biceps. A black slithering blob weaves around his bicep, crawling up to your own like a slimy worm.

“What the hell, old man!” You scream above the noisy exhaust of his wings. “Let me go! I was literally just standing there!”

He clicks his tongue, like he's chastising a child. “No, no, no, not until he gives me what I want. Then I'll think about letting you go, but it's a long drop.”

“Who—?” As he says the word ‘drop’ you look down, vertigo making you nauseous. You must be a hundred feet above the streets. You wish Hobie was here to save you. Tears in your eyes, panic sets in, making your hands tremble and your chest desperately heave in air.

A flash of red and black, a harsh crack of bone, and a splash of something warm on your cheek, you fall from the vulture’s hold.

Gasping, reaching for something, anything to hold onto, you get snatched up before you turn into a bloody street pancake.

A strong arm envelops you as you hug tighter, face hiding away from the harsh winds. Clinging onto the stranger, they seem oddly familiar under your touch. They smell familiar too, like your nose is so used to it that you can recognize it above anything else. Leather and bergamot, the scent he wears when he's in a good mood.

You raise your head to take a peek at your savior. The spikes on his head are dark and swirly, like an evil unicorn's horn. They don't shine in the sunlight anymore, it's the same deep shade as his mask. He no longer bears the resemblance of your Hobie. He feels like him, smells like him, even the warmth spreading to you is the same. There's a deep familiarity, yet, there's something amiss.

“Hobie?” You call, and when he shifts his head to gaze at you, his grip loosens.

Craning his neck down, the eyes of his mask widens. “Y/N?” He breathlessly asks, arm sliding off from shock. “Shit!”

“Hobie!” Briefly falling, he catches you immediately. You both land on a roof, his arms are around you, hand shielding your head from the collision as you both slide across the terracotta roof. Eyes closed, you hide your face on his chest as he bears the impact for you.

Hobie groans, glad that he's wearing leather that helped with lessening his injuries from the awkward fall. Opening his eyes, he thinks he has died when he sees your face look back at him.

Expression etched into worry, you check for any injuries on his body. You get a good look at his suit, it's different, way different than you saw him last. The only thing that stayed the same is his old leather vest, but it looks like it's more well worn than the last time you've seen it. There's marks on the leather, and holes where it's not supposed to be in. You'd mend it for him like always, but there's more pressing matters.

Hobie reaches for you, black cloth enveloping and swirling around his toned arms, showing a bit of his scarred skin. You don't miss how his hands tremble as he holds your face in his calloused hands. It's all familiar to you, yet, his hands are more rugged, rougher, but you know it's him. You could recognize his touch anywhere.

“Did the vulture finally get me?” You raise an eyebrow at his question. The heaviness in his chest slowly fades for the first time in years, he wants to tell you everything, to hold you forever in his arms until all the holes in his heart are filled by you once more. His thumbs wipe the crimson off of your cheek, an instinct of his.

“W-what?” You shake your head, and he relishes at the sound of your voice. The same voice he has only heard in your old voicemails that he plays before going to bed. “I think you have a concussion, Hobs.” Gently, you reach for his mask, he stops you before you could lift it away.

“Hobs,” he chuckles weakly, “I haven't heard of that name in years.”

You know this isn't your Hobie but you can't help but sympathize with him, you can hear the sadness and hurt laced with his deeper tone. You'd ask, but it isn't your place. Literally.

Hobie sits up with a groan, back cracking, the sound making you wince. “Sounds like you need to stretch more.” You joke.

He laughs, his mind tricks him, making him think of all the teasing you've said to him once upon a time.

“I think my back is beyond saving by just stretching.” Head leaning on his elbow, arm propped up by his knee, he still can't wrap his mind around your existence. “Which dimension did you come from?”

You straighten your back, lips curling into a smile. “How'd you know I'm not from here?”

Hobie reaches for his mask, for a moment he pauses. Still, with an apprehensive tug, he takes off his mask. Shock and confusion is evident in your expression. Reminding him of the time when he told you he was Spider-Man all those years ago.

“You're…old.” A hundred questions flood your mind at the sight of his crow’s feet that decorates his eyes. He has smile lines around his mouth, he still has piercings but there's less of them now. His hair is graying, patches of grey that weave around his locs. Under the wear of time on his face, you could recognize that face amidst a thousand faces. It's Hobie, but not your Hobie. “Definitely not in Kansas anymore.”

He chuckles deeply, he misses that humour of yours. “You look how I remember.” he whispers, you could barely hear his words.

You knit your eyebrows together. “Did I travel to the future instead of a different dimension?” The same sensation passes through you, rattling your bones and wracking your senses. You glitch once again. Stomach churning, you cough out harshly.

Shaking his head, Hobie stands up then he gives you a hand. “Not time travel,” you take his hand weakly, lifting you up, he worries for you. “Definitely from another universe. Come with me to the safehouse and we'll fix your watch, yeah?”

Nodding, you trust him completely. “Okay, just to remind you though, don't jostle me around too much—”

“You get motion sick from web swingin’, I know, I remember.” His heart aches, and you can see it hidden behind his hazel eyes.

—

After swinging across the city, and with you fighting the bile rising to your throat, you two finally make it to his safehouse that's masquerading as an old laundromat. You and older Hobie enter from the back door, and another door greets you, all thick steel and seemingly bullet proof.

He enters a set of codes on the numpad that you didn't notice until he was pressing numbers in. You don't bring out the fact that the passcode was your birthday.

The door beeps, an indication that it's unlocked. He looks at you over his shoulder, smiling softly at your nervous eyes.

“Stay behind me, yeah? Don't mind the lads. Or the whispers.”

“Whispers? Why would they gossip about me?”

“Nothin'” he turns back around. “Just stay close to me.”

“Okay, I wasn't planning to wander anyway, it looks like a small house so—” just as you say it, a long staircase leading down to what looks like the abyss makes you think otherwise. “Are you evil Hobie? You planning on bringing me to your little house of horrors to kill me?”

“Are you part of the sinister six?” He asks flatly, slightly enjoying the banter.

“No—”

“Then you've got nothin’ to worry ‘bout.” Hobie continues to walk down the stairs, heavy boots thudding against the concrete with every footstep. Darkness surrounds him quickly, you could only see the outline of him under the dark. He notices the way you stay on top of the stairs, hands wringing together. “I've got a torch if you're scared—”

“Yes!” You exclaim too fast. “I mean, sure, yeah.” He doesn't tease, for that you silently thank him. You hear a click, and then a torch coming from a gadget on his arm lights the way. “Thanks,” you whisper, finally catching up with him.

The stairs lead you down further, with only Hobie's torch guiding the way, you subtly hold the hem of his vest. If he minded, he never said anything. Ears popping, another door greets you at the end.

Hobie knocks, a rhythm that you can't quite place. A panel on the door slides open, a pair of eyes roams over to Hobie's face and then to yours. Brown eyes widening at the sight of you, they close the panel, then they open the metal door with a creak. Light escapes from the opening, and you shield your eyes from the sudden brightness.

“Holy fucking shit,” a female voice exclaims. Their cadence is full of surprise, and somewhat breathless. “W-what— how?”

“She's not from here,” Hobie explains, almost sounding forlorn at his own words.

Your eyes finally adjust, and you see an older Yuri gawking at you. She has aged well and gracefully, you think, as she sports the lighter hair with confidence and wrinkles barely noticeable.

“Yuri?” You still ask even though you're ninety nine percent sure that it's her.

“The one and only, gorgeous.” Without thinking, she drags you inside, pulling you in for a hug. You heard her sniffle, and you felt how her shoulders relaxed just from the hug alone. So you let her embrace you, with your hand awkwardly rubbing in an attempt to soothe her. Pulling away, she holds you at arm's length. She pats your shoulder, smoothing your sleeves, “still gorgeous, and still unfair.” Snorting, she lets you go, turning towards your companion. “Gwen's been waiting for you.”

Hobie gets flung back to the present, the simple sight of Yuri hugging you has brought him to the past, back when everything was better.

You stare at him, and he knows there's a lot of questions swimming in that genius mind of yours. He nods once wordlessly, not trusting his own mouth to form coherent words right now.

You follow him just as he instructed, Yuri reluctantly lets you go. Your nails dig into your sweaty palms, and eyes restlessly looking around the safe house. The place is expansive, walls high up, and when you look down, you see weathered tiles that have cracked from time. There's a train track in the middle, and you realize it's an old metro station. Instead of advertisements and train schedules on the walls, you see several monitors hanging on it, thousands of wires running through all of them, beeping and buzzing coming out of the computers. There's also weapon racks littered around the place, large and something that looks like it came from a sci-fi film.

There's a lot of people running around, all clad in the same style as Hobie. Leather, chains and metal spikes all adorning their forms. You quickly look away whenever you pass a stranger who widens their eyes at the sight of you.

Tugging at Hobie's vest, you peer at him. “Why does everyone give me that same look? And who's Gwen?”

He doesn't stop his strides, “Gwen's a friend, she knows you, kind of.” He decides to tease you. Maybe it's his brain trying to compensate for the time he hasn't done it. “Why? You jealous? Green eyed monster rearing its ugly mug?”

You scoff with a playful smile. “Technically, I don't know you, so…” his smile wavers, “there's no way I'd be jealous. Also you're…old.” His smile returns, there's a question that suddenly pops in your mind. “Are we a thing here?” You suppose you should ask just to get it away, and this isn't even the same Hobie back home so you don't lose anything by asking.

His face flattens, something passes by his eyes and he turns away. “Don't worry ‘bout it.”

“That's not answering my question, or any of my questions—”

“Gwen.” Hobie passes by you without sparing you a glance.

He enters a large open space that is full of computers and screens that blink and beep. There's a dozen or so people that walk around the area, all looking frazzled and tired. It looks like a command center of some sorts. A stranger bumps into you, accidentally shoving you by your shoulder.

“Sorry, I—” The man stops in his tracks, it's Ned, or at least this universe's version of Ned. The wrinkles around his eyes and white hair says that he must've been the same age as this Hobie. The clipboard in his hand falls from his grasp, eyes wide and watery, he gasps. “Y/N—”

Hobie appears next to you, “yeah it's her, Ned.”

“B-but…she's—”

Hobie shakes his head, wordlessly having a conversation with his best friend. “We'll talk later, I promise.” He softens his voice. The interaction has you more confused. They have a stare down with you caught in the middle.

You give Ned an apologetic smile. Crouching, you take the fallen clipboard, giving it back to him. “Here, sorry for bumping into you.”

His hand trembles as he takes it. “It's okay, I gotta go.” Rushing, he leaves you and Hobie.

“Is he okay? Please don't tell me you're working him to the bone.” You scold him.

“No, you know I'll never do that.”

“Just like I said, I technically don't know you.” Exasperated from all the dodging Hobie has done, you walk away and towards the command center where a large table sits in the middle and in-between a huge screen.

Hobie has forgotten has stubborn you can be, following behind you, he can already see Gwen looking furious just standing next to the table, all menacing like.

“Hobie, what the fuck did you do?” The sudden angry tone makes your skin jump, kind of reminding you of your days back in school. “Have you finally lost your damn mind?” The blond woman gestures towards you.

There's red streaks in her braided hair, clothes perfectly suited to her form. She stands out from the rest, she looks sporty in her varsity jacket and white trainers. But of course she wears a pair of leather pants and an old band shirt that says ‘fuck getting fridged!’ You have no idea what that means.

Before she could blow a gasket, you explain yourself. “It's not time travel actually,” you say, voice faltering once you notice all eyes are on you. “It's interdimensional travel— on accident! I didn't mean to.”

Gwen crosses her arms over her chest, “you a spiderperson? Do you answer to Miguel?”

“No, not a spiderperson, just some idiot who made a huge mistake by trying to make her own watch because my best friend asked me to.” You take the broken watch from your pocket to place it on the table. “See? I broke it.”

“Your Hobie asked you to help him?” Older Hobie asks, you nod, his eyes flick over to you and then the bracelet. “Sounds like something I would do.” He whispers to himself.

“Wait, you don't have a watch on you anymore? Then—” Gwen starts but your glitching interrupts her.

It was only two seconds but you felt like your insides were being ripped apart, and your eyeballs were getting scooped out by a spoon. Heaving, hands gripping on the table for balance, you cough loudly as Hobie pats your back.

“Motherfucker—! That one was worse than the last one.” You almost choke on your own spit. “Goddamnit.”

“I was about to ask why you're not glitching, I guess I got my answer.” Gwen hands you a water bottle. “Here.” Turning towards Hobie, who's already picking apart the bracelet, she sternly calls for his attention. “What do you plan with her?”

“Fix her watch then let her stay because she's Y/N.” He nonchalantly says, lying through his teeth to rile up his already mad right hand woman.

“Your real plan, Hobie.” She taps her foot impatiently, you still wonder what his words meant. “We don't have the time or the resources to help her right now. Especially when our little machine still hasn't turned on.”

“Would you rather have her molecules ripped apart or spare a few parts so she could go home?” Hobie places his hands on top of the table, eyes narrowed, challenging Gwen. Whilst you take in his words. “Our main focus still hasn't changed, she's a guest and if we don't help her she will die.” Inhaling, he continues, “you heard her, she has someone to go back too. Someone who's lookin' for her. Do you really want him to experience that kind of—” he stops after feeling your eyes on him. He clears his throat. “We'll help her fix the watch, it'll take me a few hours to finish it and we'll still be on schedule for the attack.”

You set aside your oncoming demise to ask him about ‘the attack’. “Schedule for what?”

Gwen visibly relaxes from your gaze, you surmise that this universe’s you has history with her. “We're gonna take down Osborn once and for all.”

You knit your brows together. “You haven't done that yet?”

Gwen and Hobie blinks in surprise, intrigued, everyone else who wasn't already eavesdropping looks at you expectantly.

“What do you mean ‘haven't?’” Gwen asks, eyebrow raised.

“We already did that in our dimension a few years ago. I still have a few scars from it.”

Hobie cranes his neck towards Gwen, hazel eyes suddenly forlorn, shoulders heavy, and jaw tightening. “You succeeded?”

It all hits you, they've failed in where you and your friends have succeeded. You gained where they've lost, and you feel for their pain, you for*his suffering. You now know why he gave you that look the first time he saw you.

Composing yourself, even though your chest feels heavy, you still act as if their revelation doesn't bother you, when it has impacted you like you're the one who lost. “Y-yeah, I mean everyone helped a lot. I just did the best I can.” You scratch the back of your neck, “we had this thing that can cripple the symbiote inside his men—”

Gwen takes out a small circular device from her pocket. “Like this?”

You shake your head, “no, we just hooked a bunch of amplifiers around the area and Hobie and his band played really fucking loud. My ears ring just thinking about it.”

“Yeah we all know about them hating loud sounds but that didn't work for us before.” Gwen and Hobie's hopes are dashed. “And after all the tries, we stopped trying that method.”

“Why don't you guys ask for help with spider society? I'm sure—”

Hobie cuts you off, scowling at his feet. “I did, I asked for help. And what did that vampire from 2099 say?” He grows frustrated, knuckles shaking, eyes looking away from you. “He refused, saying that no one could intervene. That this was my canon event, and if anybody helped that it'll put the multiverse into dangerous territory.” Shaking his head, the man before shows up, and Hobie turns away from him. “It's bullshit, that's why I left.”

“We did find out why sound doesn't disable the symbiotes. Osborn made some kind of shield around them.” Gwen pipes up, shifting the conversation before Hobie gets angrier from the mere mention of Miguel.

“Like armor?” You ask.

“Yes, it's invisible to the naked eye. Thanks to Hobie, we finally found their Achilles heel. If only we could get this damn device to work then we'll be free of him and his regime.” She continues.

“Maybe I can help—”

“No,” Hobie quickly says, hurt in his eyes, he avoids yours. “No, I'll get your watch fixed up and you can go.”

“But I may be able to help—”

“No,” he emphasizes, with a shaky breath, he calls for Yuri. “Take her to the extra room,” instructing Yuri, she smiles at you apologetically. “Stay there until your watch is fixed.”

“She might be right—” Gwen starts but Hobie ignores her.

You glitch once again, stomach turning inside out, this time you feel like your skin is being ripped away. Eyes rolling on the back of your head, head spiralling. The next thing you know, you're laying on top of a hard mattress. Groaning, vision adjusting, you sit up carefully.

Your eyes adjust to the dim light hanging above, a single light bulb that swings from a draft seeping out of a crack in the wall. The room is small, barely even fitting the single bed. Walls of grey concrete surround you on all sides, there's a few posters on the walls that are tacked lopsidedly. They're all worn down, like they're older than you from the looks of the fading ink. A singular guitar sits at the corner, black and cherry red, hundreds of stickers are placed on it, adding to the roses that are painted all over it. It screams Hobie, but not your Hobie. Just sitting on his bed makes you miss him, even though you know they are not the same.

Stretching your aching neck from awkward angles it was put through because of the glitching, you spot a polaroid picture sticking out from under the pillow. You don't want to be nosy, but seeing your own face smile at you has you reaching for the photograph.

It's you, but not you exactly. Your face is the same, clothes you can't recognize. The only thing you can recognize is the way you hold onto Hobie. This universe's Hobie. Cheek pressed on his own, mirrored smiles on both your lips, his arm around your waist, pulling you close as if you'd fade away. And your arms enveloping around him like you're shielding him from harm. There's one detail that jumps at you with how yellowed the paper is and how crumpled the corners are, you're both incredibly young.

“Oh,” There had been signs, and this now confirms it.

You look at the steel door as if you had x-ray vision, as if you can see through it and see the Hobie that this version of you had loved once upon a dimly lit pub where the polaroid was taken.

Placing the picture back where you found it, you test your shaky legs. You make it two steps before you start glitching out, tumbling towards the door, forehead pressed on the cold steel, you heave dryly.

There's tears in your eyes when you open the door. Silence greets you, the air is cold and stagnant, the lights that were blinking at you earlier are now dim enough that you have to feel your way towards the concrete hallway and out into the warm light. Your hands glide along the almost frozen walls, rough sandy concrete hitting your palms like sandpaper. Footsteps quiet to not rouse the sleeping crew.

Finally making it out, lungs cool, and teeth chattering, you feel sicker by the minute. Hobie stands next to the large console, back towards you. Metals clicking and grinding against each other, Hobie doesn't look over his shoulder from your presence.

You knock on the wall to not startle him and ruin his work. Hobie finally cranes his neck to look at you, shoulders tensed and eyebrows knitted together in either frustration or concentration.

“You okay?” You ask, voice echoing in the vast room.

“I should be askin’ you that.” He goes back to the table, immediately tinkering.

“Well, are you?”

“You're stubborn.”

“My best quality.”

You hear him softly chuckle thanks to the silence hanging in the air. Walking closer, you smile at the sight of his rubber gloves that protect his hands.

“So?” You ask again.

“Never better.” He flatly says, eyes focused on putting your watch together.

“Why'd you leave the society?”

“Thought you were smart?”

“I am, and a consequence of that is being utterly curious.”

Hobie sighs but doesn't stop working. “Creative differences.”

“Ah, I knew it. You and my Hobie would get along well.” Your words trail off when you see the same spherical tech sitting next to him. “Is that the thing you can't figure out?”

He spares it a glance. “Yeah, the bane of my existence.”

You go around him to look at it closely. Eyes narrowed, arms tucked, you lean closer. “I think—” you grab it before Hobie could stop you. The glitching must've taken a toll in your critical thinking because you crack it open like an egg in your hands. “That's your problem.”

“What the fuck?” He says breathlessly, almost yelling, eyes wide, hands already grabbing the tech to fix it. “What is wrong with you?”

“Thin shell.”

“We've established that you have a thin skull—”

“Rude, but I'm talking about that.” You point at the sphere while Hobie's cradling it like a baby. “the shell is too thin,” you take half of it, pointing out its faults. “See? You need to make the shell a bit thicker, put a pressure plate so that—”

Hobie has a growing smile. “When it's thrown it automatically turns on. With the thicker shell it can withstand it and with it helps distribute the energy more evenly. Shutting all the shields down around its vicinity without needing to push a button.” His eyes widen with realization with every word he says that you already know of. “That way we can arm every rebel with a hundred of these and take down Osborn's venoms without risking close combat. Fuckin' brilliant.” He looks at you in wonder. Embarrassment flickers in his eyes, he should've thought of that, yet, he didn't. You might not be his Y/N but you're worthy of her name.

“Sometimes the easier solution is the best.” Your next sentence has your hands shaking, he notices. “Was your Y/N as brilliant as me?” You finally ask.

Hobie's cheery face falls, “She was smart, but not that brilliant. Her bravery makes up for it.”

“I'm sorry.” Tears stick to your lashes, heart aching for the man before you.

“You are curious.” After years without you, he still has no idea how to respond to those exact words. “How you feelin’?”

“Me?”

“Finding out a version of you is dead must be fuckin' weird.”

You shake your head. “I first thought that I'd see an old wrinkly me.” A half joke. You smile at him to make him feel better, but with how forlorn those hazel eyes are, you might've made it all worse. You weren't lying, you wanted to see a glimpse of your future, but finding out the version of you here is long dead doesn't compare to the feeling of losing someone you've known for years, loved even. “It's terrifying, but it doesn't compare to how hurt you must be. Losing her, I mean.”

He didn't see you grow old. He didn't experience growing old with you.

Hobie clears his throat, “I know you're not her.”

“And I know you're not him. But it looks like we both share the same feelings for them respectively.”

“That obvious?”

“Hobie once told me that in every universe there's always someone for Spider-Man. So yes, it's obvious.” You give him an empathetic smile. “How'd you know it's the same for me?” For us?

“You talk about him like how I talk about her. Takes one to know one, love.” He holds your hand briefly, like it was acting on an old instinct. “Have you told him? How much you're bloody smitten? I have a feelin’ you haven't.”

You nervously chuckle, hands fiddling with a loose screw on the table. “Nope.”

“Let me guess, waitin’ for the right time? Scared of what would happen in the long run?” He says knowingly.

You don't look him in the eyes. “Yeah.”

Something flashes behind Hobie's eyes, after a beat of silence, he finally speaks. “She died protectin’ my crew, did you know that? She died protectin' me, and how do I thank her? Years of failing, years of fighting and we've only come close but never winning in the end.” Hobie sniffs, head raised to look at the graffiti painted on the ceiling. “If i just told her that I loved her, I would've had more time with her. Instead, I was a coward, all those years wasted because I'm a coward.” Hobie finally looks at you, the warm light from the lamp lights the trapped tears in his eyes. “Don't wait for the right time.”

You shake your head, heart clenching at the sight. “I don't think all those years were wasted. You loved her quietly, and I think she did too. Time spent together isn't wasted, just like your silent love. Love is never wasted.”

He smiles softly, the resemblance of a younger Hobie is etched under the small smile. “You would know.”

“I would know,” you smile back. Trepidation hangs around your neck like a two ton steel necklace. “How would I know that he feels the same way? What if it doesn't work out? Or worse, reject me?”

“His loss,” Hobie grins, a genuine one that you haven't seen this version of him sport. It's the only thing you need for reassurance. “But I highly doubt that will happen.”

Nodding, you feel determination where the heaviness once resided. “I'll tell him when I get back. I promise.” You say wholeheartedly.

“You better, don't make the same choices I did.” Hobie holds your hands like how someone holds a feather, gentle and kind. “At least I got to see her one last time, eh, love? A bit younger but beggars can't be choosers.” You feel something heavy on your wrist. Looking down, you see a working watch. Hobie slyly put it on you, it even has your dimension already keyed in on the screen. You look back at him, mouth slightly agape. “Too much power, that was the problem. Sometimes the easier solution is the best.” You laugh at him using your own words against you.

“Thank you, do me a favour?”

“Tit for tat, huh?”

You giggle, then you face him seriously. “Crush Osborne. Fucking decimate him. Or I'll come back and bring the cavalry.”

Hobie's finger ghosts above the button. “You know where to find me, love.”

“And you know where I am.” You smile as the portal opens behind you. A gust of air breezes past you, eyelashes fluttering in the wind, a kaleidoscope of colors dancing on Hobie's face, illuminating his hopeful eyes. “I'm serious, if you need help—”

He slides his hands away from yours. “Go home, Y/N, your Hobie is lookin' for you.” With the mention of him, you give him one last smile for him to remember. You take a step back and fall back into the portal.

—

You fall unceremoniously on the wet pavement, body crashing on a pile of discarded boxes and metal trash cans. The crashing sound would've startled anybody and would have their attention, but no one seems to pay you mind as everyone stares at the ashy remnants of your flat. Groaning, you slap your forehead because of your stupidity. You feel relieved because you seem to be home. Everything seems to be in place, and everything seems to be normal.

“Fucking idiot.” You whisper breathlessly at the sight of your charred flat. Your relief gets washed away when you see Hobie in his suit kneeling down in agony whilst bystanders watch on in grief. Your eyes flick over to him and back to your flat, then back to him.

His shoulders are shaking, head in his hands, nails digging into his mask. You'd yell his name if not for the crowd. Instead, you walk to him, legs still wobbly but getting steady with every step. Soon enough, before you could make your presence known with your hand reaching for his shoulder, he moves his head so fast that you're afraid that his neck would snap. The eyes of his mask widens, standing up, he grabs you lightning quick.

Arms holding you close, you feel his warmth as he slides his hand to your pulse. Hobie sighs in relief, even laughing as he slots his face in the crook of your neck.

You mirror him, hands kneading on his back, telling him you're back and you're not going anywhere with the simple touch.

“I thought— where—?” he starts, but you press your lips on his cheek. He practically freezes in place even with his mask acting as a barrier.

“I love you,” you confess, just as promised, and truthfully. “I love you—!” In a half second after the words are uttered, he swings you both effortlessly on a rooftop, away from prying eyes.

Hobie steadies you on your feet, mask discarded in a heartbeat. “You mean it?”

“Of course I do.” You don't miss the sight of his tear stained cheeks. Your hands reach for him, thumbs rubbing softly on each cheek. “I love you, Hobie.”

“Good, then you don't mind me doin' this?” The warmth of his hand seeps through his gloves, that won't do, so he takes his gloves off to feel you. His bare hand is on your nape, the other is placed on your waist, fingers tapping on your skin lovingly.

You already know what he's asking. “Nope, not at all—”

With an inhale, he closes the distance, kissing you, taking your breath away.

You've fulfilled your promise.

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[daydreaming-en-pointe]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ you know the greatest loves of all time are over now. ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) x GN!Reader

Type: Oneshot - Angst

Warnings: Angst, Reader is dead (died before the events of ATSV), Hobie visits their grave, mentions of death (and grief), use of nicknames (sunshine, my love), inconsistent-ish Hobie accent (I’m trying my best but this man’s accent is so confusing 😭)

Word count: 930

A/N: This is my first proper attempt at angst with Hobie, and I’m still getting the hang of it so any constructive criticism or feedback is welcome! 💜

I might’ve gotten a bit carried away lmao

We never painted by the numbers, baby

But we were making it count

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now

I guess you never know, never know

And it’s another day waking up alone

(the 1 by Taylor Swift)

Inky tendrils of darkness curled into the atmosphere, chasing away any traces of light remaining. Cruelly fitting, he had to admit, considering the reason for his visit.

Everyone was probably either asleep or trying to get there, but he couldn’t sleep. How could he? It wasn’t like his thoughts were occupied by anything else. The incident had happened a few months ago, yet it was all he could remember during the darkest hours of the night when he didn’t have it in him to push it away, to bury it under a false sense of happiness like trying to hold a sheet of glass together while it was cracking. Glue could only do so much to hold the fragile shards together.

Your voice, your laugh, the way your eyes scrunched when you smiled, how you would dance around to your favourite song, the way you could soothe his worries that would spiral into despair without you and calm him with a simple embrace.

He remembered everything clearly, which only added to the pain of it all. Jokes which were so bad that they got you giggling almost hysterically, spinning around on rooftops, tending to his wounds, making him food when he was exhausted, loyally coming to every one of his shows, painting his nails, waking up practically wrapped around him like a koala, cuddling after long, tiring days, holding him close and whispering sweet reassurances that he so easily believed as they fell from your lips.

“Wha’ would I ever do without ya, sunshine?”

Those words so innocently chuckled out on a park bench, his head on your lap while he looked up at you like you were the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen — which, of course, you were in his eyes.

Now he didn’t have to imagine.

It was truly twisted how fate could snatch someone so suddenly, right after they’d promised that they’d be there forever. Twisted that he had just enough time to start believing that out of all the inconsistencies in his life, you might be an exception, one for the better.

Hobie stood in the bitter cold, the light dusting of snow mingling with mud crunching under his boots. The thin material of his leather vest and trousers on top of his spider suit was definitely not enough to keep him warm, but he was barely registering the chill creeping in through his clothes as he pulled off his mask.

His eyes ghosted over your tombstone, reading the all-too-familiar words etched into the stone. He let a shaky exhale and leaned down to drop a bundle of flowers in front of the unforgiving marble, displaying that name - carrying so much gravity because of the person it once belonged to - with a ruthless, twisted sort of pride.

The birthday - no, birth anniversary - of the love of his life. Those two words sounded hollow and meaningless, yet carried the weight of an impossibly heavy truth behind them. You were gone. You were never coming back. You would never be able to come running and leap into his arms again, never be able to fall into that familiar rhythm that belonged to you two alone.

“‘Ey, sunshine. It’s me again. Happy birthday, my love.” He still called you that, even months after your passing. It wasn’t like he didn’t notice the pitying glances and sad little sighs at the nickname. Oh, he noticed them alright. That just made him stubbornly insist on calling you that even more.

He sat down on the ground, tucking his legs underneath him to get down to the headstone’s level. As if someone hidden behind the invisible veil of life and death could meet his eyes and give him that smile that used to make his heart flare every time without fail. As if said someone could make the hurt go away with a gentle kiss, get him thinking about something else like changing the channel on a radio station.

“I miss you. A lot. I wish you were ‘ere. And I’m sorry I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t protect you. I know you wouldn’t want me to beat myself up about it, but…” Hobie trailed off, trying to swallow the lump in his throat that made his voice sound thick to his own ears. “Anyway. There’s this kid who got recruited into the Spider Society. Remember, I told you about it before… yeah. ‘Er name’s Gwen, ‘er dad - ‘e’s a cop - threa’ened to arrest ‘er so I took ‘er in. Spider-Woman’s viewed as criminal in their universe, so obviously that doesn’t work well for ‘er. She’s a wicked drummer. I wish you two could meet, you’d love ‘er.”

He cut himself off as his voice broke at the end, closing his eyes as he allowed a few tears to well up. “I got you somethin’, by the way.”

He reached into his pocket and brought out a tiny clay tabby cat that he had made himself. He was so proud of it because its eyes reminded him of you, sparkly and crinkled with amusement in some ways but mostly kind. Kind eyes that held enough understanding behind them for anyone to feel safe.

He set it down amongst the flowers in front of your gravestone, nestling it in the comfort of a curtain of petals. “I didn’t tell you this since I wanted it to be a surprise, but… I was gonna get you a kitten for your birthday. We could’ve taken care of it together. Your constant pesterin’ would’ve finally paid off.“

I guess it’s too late now.

Hobie slowly got to his feet, trying to force a smile for you before giving up and just pulling his mask on again, feeling his tears sink into the fabric as it brushed against his eyelids.

“I’ll come visit you again soon, sunshine. I’ll bring my guitar too, maybe play you a song or two. Promise. I love you.” He brushed his fingers against the top of the gravestone, where a thin carpet comprised of tiny flecks of snow had gathered. The knowledge that you’d never be able to echo that sentiment back to him again pierced a hole through his heart for the umpteenth time.

I miss you more than I ever thought was possible.

@hobiebrownismygod @l0starl @therealloopylupin2099

[daisies-daydreams]

Can i request a comfort story with either a Star Wars character of your choice, Bakugo, or Hobie?

The theme or topic is freely up to you, but if you remember what happened to me earlier today. Then you'll understand what i mean.

Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Reader Category: Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Emotional Hurt, Relationship Issues Word Count: TBA A/N: Hello dear! I hope this is able to provide you with the comfort you need today. 🫶

You scanned the messages on your phone over and over again.

“Overbearing”

“Too talkative”

“Clingy”

Your heart turned to lead and dropped into the pit of your burning stomach. You sniffed and wiped at your eyes, your body shaking a little as a barrage of emotions swept over you like a riptide.

True, you asked your “boyfriend” to be honest about what he thought about you, but you weren’t expecting a tidal wave of insults to be thrown your way. You ran your hands through your hair before you heard the sound of your front doorknob turn. You quickly turned off your phone and flipped around on your couch, your body tense as your best friend stepped inside.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Hobie called from the doorway. You shifted on the couch, wrapping your arms around yourself as he stepped inside. “Love? You in here?” he asked. You felt so small as the seconds passed by before he found you. Silence filtered through the room until he sucked in a quick, sharp breath.

“(Y/N)?” he asked as he took a step forward. You shifted on your sofa, the furniture creaking as you brought your legs up a little. Hobie sighed as he stepped forward, his boots thudding against the hardwood floor before he paused again. “Can I sit down?” your friend asked. You nodded and continued to face the back cushions as he lowered himself onto the end of your sofa. Hobie sighed as he adjusted himself.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked softly. You released a heavy sigh as you slowly turned, your eyes red and puffy and nose dripping with snot. Hobie’s brows furrowed at your disheveled state as you reached for another tissue.

“It’s my boyfriend,” you began before wiping at your eyes and nose. You sniffed as you sat up, your hands on the sofa and eyes locked on your knees. “H-He said a lot of nasty things to me…about me,” you explained in a broken, hushed tone. Hobie laid a hand on your knee as he tilted his head.

“Like what, if you don’t mind me askin’?” Hobie questioned. You felt a surge of rage sweep through your chest as more tears poured from your eyes.

“Just a bunch of bullshit things, like how I talk too much and I’m clingy and overbearing; that being with me is like ‘having a second job’,” the words quickly tumbled out of your mouth as tears ran down your burning cheeks. You hunched over as you wept. “Did I do something wrong? Why…Why doesn’t he love me anymore?” you cried and ducked your face into your hands. “Am I really all of those things?” you muttered. You gasped when Hobie suddenly pulled you into a tight hug, his lanky arms wrapped around you protectively as he sighed.

“You did nothin’ wrong, love,” your friend murmured softly and he caressed your back. Your tears soaked his jean jacket as he held you close. He let you cry against him as he stroked your back. The sound of his heartbeat soothed you a little before he pulled back.

“What’s the truth, lovie?” he asked while cupping your cheek. You blinked.

“What?” you asked. Hobie gave a gentle smile as he brushed his thumb across the stream of tears.

“What’s the truth…about you?” he clarified. Your cheeks burned a little more as you glanced down at your lap.

“Well, I mean…I guess I do tend to talk a lot,” you sighed. Hobie shook his head and turned your face towards him.

“No, you like to talk, but there’s always passion behind what you’re sayin’,” he grinned. Your heart leapt a little as your eyes softened. “That’s just one thing I love about you - you’re always so passionate about your interests. They way your eyes light up when you talk about something or someone you admire, it’s just so inspirin’,” Hobie smiled ear to ear as he slipped his hand into yours. You sniffled and rested your head on his chest.

“You don’t think I’m too clingy or a burden?” you asked as you listened to the beat of his heart. Hobie sighed and squeezed your hand.

“No, I don’t,” he said sincerely, his breath falling over the crown of your head as you stayed glued to his side. “If I did then I wouldn’t be here, would I?” Hobie chuckled softly. You parted your lips and released a shaky breath as you shifted next to him, your heart glowing at his kind words.

“You know what? Fuck my boyfriend,” you said with a firm nod. Hobie’s eyes widened a little at your blunt words as you tossed your phone across the room. “And fuck what he said. I know I have my flaws, but if that’s all he’s choosing to see or make up, then he’s just not worth it,” you said while flaring your nostrils. Hobie nodded quietly as he listened to you vent.

“You know, I put in so much time and effort for us to work, and if this is what I get for that then good riddance,” you huffed before tears poured from your eyes again. “Fuck,” you cursed as you gritted your teeth. “I really thought that we…we were doing better,” you sobbed. Hobie patted your shoulder as he stayed by your side. “I thought we could make it work,” you sniffed.

“You tried your best, (Y/N). If he’s going to be a dick and choose to not put in the effort, too, then that’s on him, not you,” your friend replied. You nodded despite the wave of grief that washed over you.

“I-I don’t want to let him go completely…part of me doesn’t at least. But I don’t want lot have someone who feels this way about me in my life, either,” your voice trembled. Hobie nodded before grabbing another tissue and wiping your tear-stained face.

“I know, lovie,” he murmured and squeezed his arms around you. “I know it’s hard, but if he’s makin’ you feel this horribly about yourself…then maybe it’s time for a change,” Hobie said. You blinked, his words strengthening your resolve and heart. “But ultimately the choice is up to you,” your friend said. “And I’ll be here to support you no matter what choice you make,” he smiled. Hobie grunted as you shoved your face into his chest and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you so much, Hobie,” you whispered. He ran his fingers through your hair before gently kissing the top of your head.

“You’re welcome, (Y/N),” he cooed.

————

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[70spunkstars]

a new series is comin ya’ll way and its based off my dr 🤭

it’ll release faster than the bridgerton au, which again, im sorry is taking so long to come out I have numerous obstacles that is preventing me from releasing it sooner 🫶🏽

[hobiebrownismygod]

hehe venom hobie fic in the works

taglist link is in my pinned post but you can also just lmk if you want to be on the taglist for this fic which will probably turn into a series <3

hope y'all end up liking it but here's the beginning couple paragraphs

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