#hobie x ekko

[pleaktale]

"Crossover shipping is so cringe I could nev-"

WRONG! EKKOBIE IN YOUR FACE!!

If you squint it's also Ekko x Hobie x Reader 🥰 we took the photo

[kidicaruslover911]

me this christmas if i don't see mizu, sevika, ambessa, arlecchino, capitano, mavuika, ekko and hobie tied up in birthday suits, oiled up with whipcream, peanut butter and jam under the tree, horned out and ready to have sesbian lex and hetero sex with me

actually fuck them being tied up i need them all pouncing on me NOW and i despise peanut butter

[the-kr8tor]

Almost Valentine's day

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader x Ekko

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Just a regular night with your favourite people.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Nudity mention, SFW, Poly relationship, CW food mention, established relationship, arcane and spiderverse crossover, Fluff!

A/N: Just a quick fic because I miss writing for Hobie and before I lock in for Valentine's requests! @yumeaoka-chan and @pleaktale come get your food!!

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“We need a bigger tub.” Your voice bounces off the tiled walls and floors, making the two men with you turn their sleepy gazes towards an equally tired you.

The water is perfectly warm around you, bubbles hiding your bodies under the water, hair damp and skin glistening. The bathroom smells of apple pie and lavender from the scented candles you lit and from the bubble bath Hobie practically emptied out into the tub. The atmosphere just screams Valentine's day, it only needs some rose petals and some homemade chocolates and it's complete. It's technically not Valentine's day yet, but with Ekko and Hobie being lovey dovey almost every day and night, it's as if heart's day is everyday for you. But in truth, it's a regular Friday with them as you flutter your lashes and stare at them with heart eyes. They feel the same way after you wine and dine them with their favourite comfort foods right in the shared home.

“What do you mean, love? We fit perfectly ‘ere.” Hobie says whilst he's lounging on the other end of the tub, arms spread next to him as he's sitting adjacent to you and Ekko, whose arm is draped across your back. The punk's legs are folded in the water to give you and Ekko some space, foamy bubbles clinging to his skin while candle light illuminates his handsome face and piercings.

Ekko chuckles, a soapy hand running up and down your arm. “Says the man who's folded in half.”

Hobie splashes him with warm water, suds sticking to the platinum twists. “‘m bein’ polite, Ekko. Givin’ you and our lovie some space while you hog her to yourself.” Hobie nudges your thigh under the water as you laugh at their banter.

“You were here in my place yesterday, man.” He points to your side, lips curling into a smile. “It's my turn, tomorrow it's trouble’s turn to have that side all to herself.”

“Or we could get a bigger tub and you two can sit right next to me.” You're completely joking of course, especially when the flat's only bathroom can barely even fit the three of you getting ready in the morning.

Ekko places his head on your shoulder, pads of his fingertips drawing circles on your bare and damp skin, while his index points at your temple. “I think that's the hot water getting in your head.” You side eye him, taking his finger and trying to bite it but of course with his quick reflexes, he moves his hand away with a teasing look.

“We'll get a bigger flat one day, love.” Hobie softly says as the scented candle light flickers in the dim bathroom. You smile as he takes your legs to hold on his lap. “Right, Ekko?”

“We'll get you all the fixings. A big kitchen for Hobie's appetite,” Ekko agrees as Hobie chortles, rolling his eyes, “a huge backyard to run around in. And a large bathtub big enough for the three of us, yeah?”

Your heart warms up at the sight of the two men gazing at you fondly. “To run around in? We don't even have a dog.” Hobie opens his mouth, “or a cat.” He clamps shut.

“Not yet.” Hobie drops your legs gently into the water as he twists in place and scooches closer to the middle of the tub to change position. Water sloshes to the side, drenching the tiled floors. “Fuckin' landlord hates pets.”

Ekko folds his legs to give him space, watching the water lap around him as he moves. “Yeah, can't believe he let you in, Hobs.”

Hobie laughs, an obvious fake one as he perched his lanky legs on the edge of the tub, hanging over it as he takes Ekko's leg to rest upon his chest and yours atop his lap— anchoring himself down into the water further as he dips down and lets the water fill his clavicle. “He figured that he let you in before so he might as well let me in, right?”

Ekko snickers, digging his ankle into Hobie's chest playfully. Hobie catches his foot and threatens to bite down, making the white haired man fight for custody of his foot. Water sloshes around from the play wrestling, bubbles popping around them. You're sure that the whole bathroom is flooded now.

You laugh wholeheartedly at the scene before you, the sound catching both of their attention. Hobie grasps your ankle gently, squeezing it once and giving Ekko a firm one. He hums, relaxed at Hobie's so called massaging. Hobie makes a smug face, wordlessly saying that he won this time around.

“I don't need all that,” They both look at you, brows furrowed and eyes shining with warm light from the candles. “I mean, the big house with a fireplace and a walk-in closet.”

“We didn't say anything about a fireplace and a walk-in closet.” Ekko smiles, each hand dancing along your side and Hobie's shoulder as if you're both helping him float above water.

“It's fun to imagine, especially with all the bloody leather you two have.” They chuckle, gazing at each other before staring lovingly at you in sync. Taking Ekko's hand and reaching in front of you to grab Hobie's waiting hand, you grasp at their calloused hands together, placing a kiss on each of their knuckles. “As long as we're together, sitting in this tiny tub with you two is perfect enough.”

Hobie tilts his head, smiling softly at you then to Ekko, who's glancing at him and you with a longing smile as if he still couldn't believe that he's sitting right there and loving the two of you together. “Don't know, love, I think I can nick us an inflatable tub.”

You giggle as Ekko flicks some water at Hobie's face. “Where are we gonna place that, hm?”

“Living room,” he says so surely and with a straight face that if you truly don't know him you'd think he wasn't joking. “If we take out your telly we can make it fit.”

“Not the telly!” You exclaim, playing along as you lean forward while water waves slightly from the movement. Ekko's hand rubs along your shoulders, glued onto your skin as the warm water relaxes him further into the tub. “Surely we can take out Ekko's workbench—”

“No, not my shit.” He sits up, poking the two of you on the chest accusingly. Hobie snickers at his shock. “Or we take Hobie's guitar out of the way—”

His face falls dramatically. “Not my guitar!”

You move towards Ekko, whispering in his ears like you're gossiping and planning something against Hobie. But in truth you're just telling him the grocery lists that the three of you need to buy for tomorrow. Ekko nods along, adding to Hobie's feigned offense.

“‘Right, that's enough, move and make way for me!” Hobie's laughter echoes around the bathroom as you and Ekko screech whilst he makes his way towards the two of you quickly. Parting the way with warm hands while water sloshes to the side as he shimmies his way in between you and Ekko.

“Hobie, we don't fit!” Ekko protests but he makes way for him as he lifts his arms up to help the certain punk squeeze himself in.

“We all fit in a double bed, we can fit ‘ere!”

“This is not the same!”

Once he settles down, squished in between as you instinctively place your head on his shoulder, and while Ekko surrenders and sighs against Hobie's temple— Hobie places both arms around your back and Ekko's waist, smiling as if he's the happiest man in the whole world.

“You two come ‘ere often?”

You're sure that your guffaw would've had the neighbours calling in for a noise complaint as Hobie manages to place himself under you to make you more comfortable as he holds your waist and Ekko's. Your home might be small, but with them both, it's paradise and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

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[yumeaoka-chan]

Maybe It's Canon...

My hand slipped...? Blame @the-kr8tor @hyperfix-wip and @pleaktale for not stopping me😭🤚 Also credit to Bleaky for the ask sent to Katy. Lovely banners made by @cafekitsune ❤️

Pairing: Ekko x Reader x Hobie Brown/ Prowler! Ekko x Reader x Spider-Punk! Hobie Brown

Word Count: 1.9k

Tags: Angst, hurt/ no comfort (straight up bad times, man), fighting(im still bad at writing fight scenes), blood, no physical description of reader, can be read as any gender really, TW death, cursing

Summary: In every universe, you fall for them. Sometimes, it doesn't end well.

Part 1 >>> Part 2

Blood rushes in his ears as he holds you close, senses buzzing and sensitive hearing picking up the way your heart thrashes like a battering ram inside your chest. Frigid air whips your face, tears from the sharp gusts of wind slipping from your eyes as you gasp, trembling like a leaf from being up so high.

“‘S alright, love,” Hobie breathes out, pulling you away from the ledge of the sky-scraping tower, arms firmly wrapped around you and thumbs rubbing circles against you. “‘M gonna get you down from ‘ere. Promise.” His bones still feel like it's rattling from Electro’s shocks, fingers twitchy and body aching and ribs creaking. But he had to get you to safety first. After everything you've done to ensure his win against the electric powered villain, he had to make sure you were safe. With a jerky nod, you blink away the stinging tears, face as cold as ice due to the blistering London winds.

Just as he goes to launch a web at an opposite building, his senses suddenly go haywire. Only giving him enough time to snap his head in the direction of danger before a sharp pain blooms across his ribs, breath leaving him in a whoosh as he's slammed onto the ground away from you. Your frightened cry rings in his ears as he pushes back at the force that had rushed him, rolling himself into a crouch as he whipped his head up to glare at the newcomer. A frustrated snarl forming on his lips beneath his mask, Hobie narrows his eyes at the flash of purple and green.

“Ain't the time, Prowler”, he snaps, eyes darting over to your shaking form, seeing as you latch yourself to the glass skylight windows of the tower. Your chest heaves as you try to regulate your breathing, watching with trepidation and worry as the Prowler stands up. Claws of his mechanical gauntlets gleaming under the light of the full moon, glowing white eyes of his purple mask sharp and narrowed. He points a clawed finger at the web head, voice deep and masking any resemblance of something human.

“You had time to fuck up my plans. I can spare a few minutes to kick your ass, insect.” Hobie scoffs, eyes focused on the way the thief circles around him like he's prey. He might as well be, what with his mind solely focused on protecting you, getting you out of this mess as quick as possible.

“Arachnid, P. ‘Sides, it ain't my fault you can't plan your heists at a better time.”

“Always a joke with you… Too bad I ain't laughing”, Prowler spits out lowly, the hairs on the back of your neck rising as you watch him shift into a defensive stance. Eyes drifting over to Hobie, you shake your head, hoping and praying that he understands that you don't want him to fight. Not this time. Your silent pleas are met with a firm shake of his head, Hobie throwing his battered guitar to the side and crouching lower, dashing any hope you have about no violence. It's silent then, nothing but the harsh winds whistling in your ears. The two men watch each other closely, muscles coiling beneath the skin as they ready themselves to spring into action. Everything that happens is a blur then.

Quick on his feet, Prowler dashes towards Hobie, swinging his fist at him once he nears the web head. The punk easily dodges the blow from his left, backing away from a hit from the right. A hand comes up to block the knee to his stomach before he drops down, sweeping a leg out to trip the thief. Falling down from the sudden sweep, the clawed man is quick to use the momentum from the fall, spinning his body on the ground and delivering a harsh kick to the masked hero's face. Hobie groans as the Prowler flips, standing up and rushing him once more. He delivers an onslaught of punches and kicks to the web head who weaves away from every blow before lifting his leg up high and bringing it straight down towards the punk's head in a mean axe kick. Hobie manages to sidestep away from it at the last second, moving forward and bringing up a hand to catch the thief's leg. Lifting up a fist to hit Prowler in the chest and right before he can kick his leg from underneath him, the masked thief suddenly grabs him by the shoulders. Clamoring onto him and wrapping his thighs around his head, they both tumble to the ground.

You watch as they exchange blow after harsh blow, watch as they somehow stumble closer towards your little safe haven called the skylight. Heart feeling heavy with slight dread as you see Hobie get punched so hard that you can hear the stuttered gasp of pain leaving his lips. Prowler yells angrily as he swipes his claws down over the webslinger's chest, bits of red spandex clinging to the sharp metal. Hobie hisses as pain blossoms, body still heavy from the previous fight and strength wanning. A mechanical fist collides into his nose and if his brain wasn't rattling inside of his head right now, he would have sworn he heard a distinct crack. A cry of terror sounds in his ear as his back collides with something cold, something breaking beneath the combined weight of him and the man leering above him. Another blow rains down on his nose, which he for sure knew was broken by now. Then another, making his head snap to the side, blood welling up behind his now swollen eye.

“That's all you had in you, Spider-Man”, Prowler hisses before delivering yet another blow to the downed man's face, name leaving his lips like a curse. “What happened to being the best, huh? This'll teach you to stay outta my way…!”

Hobie's head is swimming as punch after punch lands on his face, eyes rolling behind his mask as he tries to get up. He has to get up. It doesn't matter if his ribs were for sure fractured by Electro earlier, it doesn't matter if he could barely seem to move a finger. All that mattered was keeping you safe, living to make it back home and spending time with you and Ekko. The two people he loved more than anything. He could hear you, hear as you cried out for Prowler to stop, begged for any semblance of mercy for his sake. It broke his heart, hearing the fear for his life that he's unfortunately instilled in you. And, suddenly, the raining of blows cease, Hobie cracking open heavy eyes to blearily peer up at the man causing him harm. The Prowler's fist is raised up high, shaking with restraint as his head is turned towards you. You, whose standing up on shaky legs on the skylight, tears streaming down your face as you sniffle.

“W-What… What did you just call me…?” The thief let's out breathlessly, whatever you said having caused him to tremble as he speaks his words. Wiping at the tears you take a shaky step forward and Hobie lets out a jumbled slew of words, protesting your advancement towards danger.

“Please stop, Ekko… That's Hobie…” You choke out and it makes the pain he feels almost instantly go away. Because what in the world did you mean, calling the thief Ekko? Ekko…? There was just no way that could be true. Glowing white eyes now boring down at the injured man beneath him, Prowler lifts a trembling clawed hand up towards the hem of the webslinger’s mask, and Hobie can't even find it in him to stop him as it's pulled up and off of his head.

“N-No”, Prowler chokes before ripping his own mask off of his face. Hobie's met with familiar hazel brown eyes boring into his own and his breath leaves him. Twisted white locs falling over his face as he gently cradles the punk's face within his mechanical claws, Ekko has tears shining in his heartbroken gaze. And then, before he could utter a word, before he could try to figure out how exactly you figured out his identity, the glass beneath you three cracks. Everything seems to happen in slow motion then.

A gasp leaves your lips as you fall through the shattering remains of the skylight, air whipping past you as you tumble down the tower. Hobie and Ekko fall straight down, bodies bumping and landing on hard metal beams. Eyes darting around, looking for you, widening once they see you falling. In the last moments of your life, you gaze at the two men you hold dear, reaching for you, yelling out your name in horror. Tears slip from your eyes as you smile at them, your deadly descent never slowing. They're diving to you, fingers so far from brushing against your own. As a last resort, Hobie shoots out a web, hoping, praying to anything out there that it reaches you in time. It looks like a tiny hand, you think to yourself as you gaze at them lovingly. It latches just as you reach the hard floor of the tower and Hobie's heart thuds so loud within his ears that he can barely hear anything else.

He got you. He made it in time. You'd be okay. That's what he tells himself repeatedly as he and Ekko finally reach the bottom, his hands yanking away the web and holding you close. Hand cradling the back of your head, his mind doesn't register the slick warmth that seeps from it, smile on his pierced lips as he awaits for you to open your eyes.

“Love…”, he mumbles, russet brown eyes roaming over the serene look on your features. “Lovie…? Open your eyes for me, yeah? Can you do that, sweetheart…?” His sensitive ears can't seem to pick up your pulse, which he finds odd. Strange. You were okay. You were safe now.

“C'mon, darlin’. Jus’ open your eyes f'me and we can go home. Promise…” Hobie doesn't dare to look behind him, tunes out the sound of Ekko falling to his knees. When he sees that your expression never changes, that your face granted with serenity never wanes, he starts to trail his fingers down to your chest. Trembling as he searches for where your heart is beating. Because, of course, it was beating. Of course it was…

Oh…

Oh…

“No, no no… You can't do this to me”, Hobie whispers harshly, vision blurring and swimming as he lets out a choked sob, nose scrunching and face crumbling. Despair threatens to claw out his broken heart as he fervently shakes his head, fingers cradling your face. “C’mon, lovie, please. Please.”

The man behind him is sobbing loudly now, the sound rattling in his brain as Hobie holds you close against his chest, gripping your lifeless body like a lifeline. He couldn't breathe, breath coming out in heaving gasps as the tears streaked down his face, dripping onto your rapidly cooling skin.

“Don't fuckin’ leave me…” His sobs rattle in his chest as reality finally sets in. You're gone. He didn't make it in time. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, he lays your body down on the ground and stands. Legs wobbling, he falls onto his knees a moment after, chest aching and grief all consuming. Ekko takes his place, holding onto you and whispering apologies against your hairline. And as Hobie watches him, he no longer sees the man he loved and respected. No longer sees the man he cherished just as much as he cherished you. No longer does he see the man he wanted to spend an eternity with alongside you. No. All Hobie can see now is red.

[punkeropercyjackson]

White proshitter guys:Being into sexualized age gaps and incest isn't amoral,it's just a universal tboy thing!!!!

Black trans men:

[idiosynaticratic]

logging into tumblr and looking for my seasonal fics and finding little to nothing is my biggest heartbreak...where are the sappy thanksgiving/fall fics 💔 REJOICE tf

[itsparis-07]

idc at this point …

I NEED, NO…WANT A ASMR RP SERIES OF EKKO NEOW LIKE RIGHT NEOW

AND SOMEBODY WITH A VOICE LIKE HIS BETTER STEP TO THE PLATE!!!

AND YES THIS GOES FOR HOBIE TOO!!!

( @the-kr8tor am I right or am I right???)

[xoxolilixx]

CAN SOMEONE START SENDING IN SOME IDEAS?! PLEASE!!! WRITERS BLOCK IS KICKING MY ASS!!

[th3tism]

Hey, if you like my stuff, pls request MORE stuff!!! All of my info is in my pinned post!!!

[radbirdtheorist]

I feel like writing soooo give me some requests please if you can,no matter what race,size,religion or sexuality,I’ll make it

(And no mater how kink it is)

[pleaktale]

From time to time throughout the day I'm reminded of Ekko x Reader x Hobie and I want to lay down and kick my feet in the air

[violet2swaggy]

new theme !

haven’t posted in FOREVERR but thought i would come back just for now

ALSO i’m looking for moots so if that’s you then 👍🏾👍🏾

(pls send me requests i MUST write again 🙏🏾)

[p3aches-n-cream]

Hi everyone! 👋🏾

Sorry, I know it's been a while. Little update: I'm back in school now and screwed up my laptop after cleaning it with lysol 🙃 yes, I know better now! I can barely see anything since the screen is so degraded :( it's hazy and slow. Idk when I'm gonna be able to get a new one, so until then, I'm working on my laptop.

As for progress, I've got an idea for caramel toffe crunch, but can't bring myself to write. Tbh, I feel like my hyper fixation on Hobie is starting to fade, like I still like him but it's getting kind of old y'know?

I'm probably still gonna keep writing for him, though, since i promised. Ctc for sure, as for the headcanons, im figuring out which route to go down, randomized, or sfw alphabet ( i need a break from nsfw )

Also, how would you guys feel about me writing for Ekko? He's had my attention for a while 🤭

[yumeaoka-chan]

And They Were Roommates...

Made entirely because of the HC sent by 🎏 anon to @the-kr8tor . Teehee❤️

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

Tags: fluff, modern au (they're all in Hobie's universe, really), cursing, blood, injuries, no physical description of reader, can be read as any gender really, hurt/comfort (sorta??), sparse use of y/n, hobie gets bapped like twice cuz I think it's funny, can be read as romantic or platonic

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Finding out one of your roommates is actually Spider-Man was not at all on your Bingo Card.

A loud bang startles you awake, thumps and thuds sounding outside your room. Blinking away the sleep from your eyes and scrubbing a hand over your face, you peel away the blankets with a groan.

“Fuckin’ hell”, a muffled voice huffs, making you scoff.

“That should be my line”, you mumble, stumbling across your room. You knew having more than two people living together would mean noises late in the night, knew that it was inevitable for disturbances. It hadn't occurred to you just how frequent it would be, however. This was the fifth night in a row this week that you've been woken up by them, nevermind it being almost five months since you started living here and you were tired of it. It didn't matter how nice they both were, how you cared deeply for them, how they'd apologize for it come morning. The fact that it keeps happening is enough to make you want to throttle them.

“It's three in the morning -”, you hiss lowly, wrenching your bedroom door open, “Three in the fucking morning..!” Fists balled up in frustration and annoyance painted on your features, you stomp your way into the small living room.

“I'd appreciate it if you both would…” The words die in your throat at the smell of iron as you take in the sight before you. The window behind the couch was wide open, cool night air blowing into the flat, bloodied handprints smeared across the windowsill. On the floor was the vase you had brought with you when you moved here, next to the toppled over coffee table and a banged up guitar littered with stickers. Your eyes drift over the couch speckled with crimson over to the man sprawled on the floor, masked head lifting up from the cushions. The white eyes of his mask seem to widen in what you think is shock at the sight of you and he lifts a hand up in your direction.

“W-Wait-”

“How the fuck did you get in here?!” You cry out, pointing at the stranger who you've come to realize is Spider-Man, the Spider-Man. What the hell is London's web head doing in your flat, on your floor?! The masked hero struggles to lift himself off of the floor and that's when you notice the ichor seeping past his fingers, palm pressed against the large cut on his stomach. The sight of more blood makes your pulse quicken, panic settling in your bones.

“Oh! Oh, God, you're bleeding..!” Legs wobbling, you trip over yourself and stumble as you inch closer towards the man, trembling hands hovering out towards him. “Fuck… W-What should I do? H-How do I help you…?” Spider-Man shakes his head, hand gently gripping your wrist once you get close enough to him. The way he rubs his thumb against your skin in a calming manner feels oddly familiar to you, though it does little to quell the anxiousness eating at your insides.

“‘S fine, mate, really-”

“A doctor…! I'll take you to a doctor..!” A hand gently rests atop your head just as you start to pull the masked hero up, making you freeze and stutter in your frantic rambling. Exhausted hazel brown eyes greet you as you look up over your shoulder, lips twisted in a small frown and twisted locs pulled back in a ponytail.

“It's all good, Y/N”, Ekko mumbles softly, voice still warm and laced with sleep, “I've got it from here.”

“W-What..?” You question as he kneels down in front of the injured man, a first aid kit already in his hands. He's too calm about this whole situation in your opinion, so much so that you're beginning to suspect that this isn't the first time this has happened. Your roommate clicks his tongue in slight annoyance, brows furrowing as he glares at the hero. And then he does something you never thought he would do to a hero of all people. Ekko raises a hand and smacks Spider-Man on the forehead. Jaw dropping at the scene, you watch as the web head curses, fingers shooting up to rub at the sore spot.

“Bloody wanker! Hell was tha’ for”, he grumbles, yelping as Ekko tugs at one of the spikes on his mask. “Stop! ‘M injured, remember?”

“This is exactly why I said for you to let ‘em know what's up. You never listen, man!” Your roommate snaps, frustration evident on the furrow of his brows as he helps the man out of his leather vest. Spider-Man lets out a noise and if he wasn't wearing that mask, you'd have sworn he would have been pouting.

“Give me some slack, ‘Ko. Slipped my mind, ‘s all.” The nickname leaves his lips almost naturally, and leaves you bewildered. Because, from your knowledge, the only ones Ekko allows to call him that are you and-

“You're shitting me… Hobie…”, you mumble softly, eyes as big as saucers at the sudden revelation. The masked man chuckles lowly before reaching up and pulling the mask off completely, the familiar warm russet brown eyes of your roommate greeting you. Small cuts litter his face and the area near his right eye looks slightly darker and swollen, as though he'd been punched repeatedly. Hobie gives you a lopsided smile, pain evident in the way the corners of his lips tremble just a bit.

“‘S me, darlin’. Meant to tell you sooner…” It all finally makes sense. The persistent weariness you'd see emanating from him at times, all the times he'd been late to your hangouts, the fact that he almost always looked like he'd gotten into a fight. Hell, the guitar he carries is the exact one Spider-Man was always lugging around. How could you have even missed this? Now that you knew exactly who was behind the mask and how close you were to him, your nerves slowly began to spike again. Was he always getting hurt this badly, to the point that the blood flow never seemed to stop, even now? An image of a lifeless Hobie laying deathly still on the floor of your flat flashes in your mind then and you can't help the shiver that runs down your spine.

“Mm, you got lost in my eyes there?” His words rouse you out of your musings and you glare at him, letting out a huff and trying to hide the way your eyes were beginning to sting with the threat of tears. Ekko snorts and smacks Hobie's forehead again, who in turn lets out a shout. “Oi! Nurses ain't ‘posed to hit the wounded!”

“Sure”, Ekko scoffs before turning to you, exasperation coloring his voice, “Can you grab a large bowl with warm water and a little soap?”

You're up almost immediately after he asks, quickly rushing to grab whatever he needs. You return shortly with the bowl and a clean washcloth, carefully placing it beside him, watching as he pulls out the tools needed to treat his patient who is already shirtless. You watch as Ekko begins treating Hobie, hands quick yet gentle in the way he cleans the wound. The silence stretches on as you move to sit next to him, your head inches away from both his and Hobie's. It's when he moves on to begin stitching the cut that you speak up, eyeing your two roommates.

“From the looks of it, you've been tending to him for a while. How long have you been doing this, ‘Ko..?” He chuckles and shakes his head, a few white twists slipping from the ponytail and falling over his eyes. Your fingers are quick to brush them to the side for him while Hobie gently fixes Ekko's hair into a bun, so that his hair doesn't get in the way of his work.

“It feels like forever, honestly, like I've known him for that long. It's probably only been about a year or two, though.” He mumbles, which makes the injured man in front of you chuckle.

“Been my saviour for a while now, yeah?”

“Yeah…” There's a look that crosses over Ekko’s face then, something akin to sadness and anxiousness. It goes away just as quick as it came but, unfortunately for him, both you and Hobie had already seen it. Fingers softly grazing his wrist, you silently urge him to stop for just a moment, Hobie following your lead by tenderly bumping a hand underneath the upset man's chin. Ekko closes his eyes for just a moment before looking up at Hobie and leaning his weight a little more against you, as if searching for comfort in your presence.

“I hate this… I hate having to patch you up after you get hurt like this”, he mumbles softly as his hands begin to resume their work, the real meaning behind his words reaching you almost instantly. Hobie sucks in a breath, glancing down at the hands working on his wound with a slightly guilty look on his face.

“...Sorry, mate… ‘S a hassle, I know-”

“He means-”, you interrupt him, hand quick to grasp his own, feeling the way the fabric of his suit rubs against your skin, "that it worries him. You getting hurt this badly is a little scary, Hobes. Makes a person think that if you'd gotten hurt anymore than you already had, that you might not come back at all one day…” You take a shaky breath, not even realizing the tears you'd held in from earlier were shining in your eyes right now. “I mean, look at how scared I was tonight. I just learned about you being Spider-Man and it already made me scared for your safety, seeing you like this. Imagine how Ekko has been feeling all this time.”

“We're not saying you should stop being Spider-Man, Hobie”, Ekko mutters as he finishes the last bit of stitches, hands moving to grab the ointment he laid out as he sniffles. “All we're saying is that we want you to at least come back to us in one piece. That's all we ask for.”

“Yeah. And don't make fun of us if we're a little shaken up at you being hurt”, you choke out, now wiping the hot tears dripping down your face. This was a little more than you'd expected to happen tonight, who could blame you for crying right now? Sleep deprivation and witnessing someone you cared about bleeding out could do it to you. You feel yourself being pulled into an embrace, Hobie wrapping you both in his arms and holding you close. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart beneath your palm as one of your hands rested on his chest, the other gripping Ekko's hand.

“I'll always come back to you lot. Promise”, Hobie murmurs softly, voice cracking just a bit as he tightens his grip on you both ever so slightly. Ekko chuckles and bumps his head against his affectionately.

“Better. Or we'll both hunt you down and knock some sense into you.” A sniffle leaves you as you nod your head in agreement. Hobie lets out a laugh at that, arms holding you ever closer.

“Got it, Boss Man.”

[punkeropercyjackson]

'WHY DOES HE HAVE ABS,MY EYES ARE FUCKING BURNING' < Twink who only likes bulky guys if they're fat instead of muscular seeing fanonized fanarts of his male faves

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

I have a question for yall

So like, I'm writing and I love writing and writing short stories, not just fanfiction so I was wondering if you guys would want me to do commissions?

Idk it's like for five dollars you could get a let's say like, 1k word fic or like a 500 word fic.

It wouldn't be like an x reader, but a more you one, not a reader. It would be specific to you, specific and detailed to what you want and you could just say what you want and I can deliver.

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It would be like five bucks, matters what you want and I can try my best. I can send a sample before you even send like five dollars just to make sure it's what you want and if you like it.

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Think of it like an Etsy shop thing where you buy letters from your favorite character😭

Pleass tell me if this would be something your interested in in the comments!