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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 2 years ago

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Punk is a thought, not a look. It's a message, not a sound. ________________________

Mariah-Janet Waters

Hobie's 'Mary-Jane' | Earth-138

18 - Any Pronouns - 5'3'' - Aro/Bi - Autistic - Pronounced Mariah-JA-net

Mixed Nigerian and Irish

Police Whistleblower from age 15, publishing anonymous exposés and hosting a local illegal anarchist radio-show

Daughter of Captain Walter Waters

Earned her blue laces off her father at 16 - Doesn't regret it all and still sleeps sound as fuck at night (well... not soundly)

Survivor of 4 assassination attempts - counting on a 5th

Most talkative person on planet earth - but wears the mask 24/7

Hates being called MJ DEEPLY

No piercings, untatted, and doesn't even like punk music

Entirely Punk none-the-less

[unmasked Mariah at the end]

Background:

Mariah-Janet has dedicated her life to the anarchist movement, and taking down Fisk's administration - no matter what it costs. Not that she had much left to spend. Born to Captain Walter Water's, a white police officer, and Barbra, her Nigerian mother, Mariah's mother left her life early - at the age of 4, not bothering to take Mariah with her. Instead she was raised by her father, an abusive cop mad at the world- and out to make it his daughter's problem. Raised in a tiny flat in low-income Tower Hamlets, he spent the majority of her childhood trying to iron the blackness out her hair and beat the queerness out of her soul. Though none of it ever worked much. She says change ain't in her nature. As Fisk's administration grew, so did her father's ruthlessness, and his newly earned V.E.N.O.M symbiote was only fuel to his fire. And at 15, Mariah become 'Red' - An anonymous Anti-Police whistleblower. Publishing dozens of exposes, reports, and zines against the administration - 'Red' rose to infamy through his illegally broadcasted rogue-radio show and his uncensored and ruthless protesting tactics. However, at 16 Mariah came across a story that would change her career - discovering the murder and cover-up of her own mother. Enraged but determined, Mariah leaked the report, at the same time her father uncovered her identity. Consumed by rage and powered by the V.E.N.O.M symbiote, when her father attacked her, Mariah earned her blue laces. And started wearing her mask, living life as the wanted 'Red'. Today Mariah lives in hiding, couch-surfing at the places of other organizers, or squatting in vacant flats.

Personality:

Don't let the bandana and dead stare fool you - Mariah is far from quiet and cold. Being autistic and hyperverbal, Mariah talks A LOT - whether she's actually saying something or not. She's not very expressive or emotive, and her humor is pretty dry and bland (think Dwight from the Office), even though she hates mean-spirited jokes. On the lighter side of things, Mariah is pretty brash and open. She's a writer, not a leader, and she's more interested in going with the flow than being in charge, though she often finds herself there. She fairly laid back - and incredibly confident. Almost outright cocky, even moreso than Hobie. She sits legs spread and burps loud and rolls her eyes and sucks her teeth. She enjoys cursing in front people who think it's 'rude', and she has an accent thicker than Hobie's. But unlike Hobie - she's not a 'typical, actual' punk (yeah right). She doesn't listen to punk music. In fact, she doesn't listen to much music at all. She has no real interest in the clothes, or the music, or the crowded live shows. And when she met Hobie, she had no real interest in the pretty boy who brings a guitar to a protest. Mariah is a punk, because that's how she lives her life. And she'll genuinely laugh in your face if you tell her she isn't, just because she thinks the Sex Pistols are shite. And she's incredibly loyal. To say Mariah doesn't trust anyone (from her universe at least) is an understatement. She can't afford it - what with 4 assassination attempts and counting - but if there's anyone on Earth she trusts, it's Hobie. But her and Hobie don't always see eye-to-eye. On the darker side of things, Mariah lacks the 'radical kindness' that Hobie does. Even though her and Hobie are both hard-core anarchists, 'Red's definition of 'justice' is often far more extreme. Mariah hates cops. All of them, and she genuinely wants them dead - in the most painful way she can muster. Knowing there are more men like her father out there, still sleeping soundly at night, and that there are men out there protecting them, Mariah says the movement isn't over until all of them are either punished, dead, or both. Mariah wants merciless punishment, and she isn't afraid to say it. For cops, politicians, fascists, nazis, racists, and any other bigot still breathing. She's an amazing planner, and a phenomenal speaker, but her protesting tactics often teeter into dangerous and malicious territory. Including arson, and if given the chance, execution. When Spider-Punk saved Mariah's life from a cop torturing her - the third attempt on her life - Mariah insisted he kill the already downed officer. Because it'd be 'One less to worry about.' Hobie didn't. And both began looking at each other a little bit different from that point forward. When they're alone and Mariah talks about how good it would be to live in a world without cops, Hobie can't help but agree. He's just afraid of what Mariah is willing to do to get there. And the more she tries, and the more she speaks, the more dangerous it gets for her.

Hobie & Mariah

Meeting:

Hobie knew his MJ Canon Event was coming - he just didn't know he already knew her. Hobie had met Mariah as 'Red', at an 'unpermitted political protest/performance art piece' - Hobie's words, not theirs. A Molotov cocktail in hand, and a balaclava across his face. To Hobie, to meet the person behind the words was surreal, and only for a few brief moments. Red met Spider-Punk months later. Coincidentally, while staring down the barrel of a gun. Faced with his second assassination attempt, Red comes face to face with the other masked anarchist, and is instantly filled with respect for him. Red's a fan, and Spider-Punk's a fan of his as well. And soon, the two are working together on the regular. Staging protests, running an illegal anarchist-rock-radio-show, and exposing insider information. It isn't until Red's third - and fourth - assassination attempt, that Hobie realized Red was now living in a bullet proof vest. After the fourth attempt, Hobie demasked himself, bringing an injured Red to the boathouse. He somehow convinced Red to stay while he healed. It was only then that Red revealed her identity to Hobie, and switched from ski masks to bandanas, and from Red to Mariah.

Relationship:

They aren't dating. If you even insinuate anything of the sort, Mariah is very likely to either tell you to 'piss off', or she'll (lovingly and playfully) insult him. 'I love charity work, darling. But not that much.' Romance isn't in the cards for them - Mariah's aro anyway. But that's not why this canon event exists. In every universe where MJ and Spidey are together, they are a rock for each other, mentally and emotionally. They're there to keep each other standing. Hobie didn't believe in canon events, and he still doesn't. But it took him a while to understand why Mariah was his canon event. Not to love her, but to protect her. Hobie believes in Mariah's message. And he believes in the power of her voice. 'Red' is loud. And Fisk knows it. She's a threat, because she's the voice of the people. Hobie may not agree with all of her methods. And that's fine. He can live with that. Because he believes in her message - and more importantly, he believes in her power. Hobie and Mariah were never meant to be partners in romance. And they'll forever be partners in crime. Outside of that - Hobie and Mariah's relationship is purely sexual and platonic. They're more than best friends. To them, they're two people who puts their lives in each other's hands every day, and respect each other beyond anything in this world.

Face Claims: Ice Spice /// Erin Kellyman

More about Mariah [Mentions of My Spidersona Disco-Spider Diane below]

Mariah is pretty romance averse. Her and Hobie never kiss outside of sex, and she's not touchy unless she's flirting. (Which she does, A LOT, just not to Hobie. She always tells him she can pick up more chicks than him - which, true.)

If Hobie tried to kiss her on the lips out of nowhere, she would look at him like he was absolutely insane. (She'd be like 'bruv - fuck are you in my face for')

She's not interested in romance at all, either thinking it's bizarre or distracting - and she's not afraid to say it

Though she has no interest in Hobie romantically (and doesn't see the appeal), she's still happy that he has Diane in his life. And she's VERY happy to leave that gushy shit to her.

*Makes retching noises when Diane & Hobie kiss in front of her*

Unlike Diane & Hobie, Hobie & Mariah are pretty open about the fact that they're fucking and nothing more. They're casual about it, but when Mariah is making Hobie sit on her lap at an afterparty - it sends a message.

She also likes to grab his ass at any opportunity, especially in front of people - doing things like pulling on his suspenders (then letting them go so they snap at his back lol)

She's also involved with Diane - originally independent of Hobie, after Mariah and Hobie got together - getting together shortly after Diane came out as bi

She knows Diane is not from their Earth - Hobie told her this before she ever met Diane. They first met when Mariah went alone to go introduce herself to Diane in her universe (with Hobie's blessing)

She went unmasked, and so Diane saw her face when they first met

The three of them are in a soft polycule

Mariah's masc-bi-butch and she prefers masculine descriptors.

Most of her clothes are thrifted jerseys of teams she doesn't back, and jeans 3 sizes up. When protesting, he'll wear all red.

Mariah prefers he/him pronouns when out as 'Red'. When out with unfamiliar people, organizers, or active protests - He's most often in balaclavas and ski-masks

Mariah doesn't wear boots - only trainers, but she still ties blue laces around the shins of her baggy pants every morning, because she feels like she's earned them

Wears her bandana almost constantly, and will wear it even when alone with Hobie - though she takes it off by herself. She has dozens, so it's always easy to grab one.

Very rarely will she take it off to eat or drink. She'll try to eat around it or drink around a straw, which is usually successful. If it isn't, she'll leave the room

She doesn't want people to memorize her face. And it's not that she doesn't trust anyone - which, she doesn't - it's that enough torture could break anyone. And she's not taking the risk.

If she takes off her bandana in front of you (unlikely) and you scan her face, she immediately doesn't trust you. (Why you looking so hard)

She wears her bandana so often around Hobie, that he finds it very easy to tell her emotions, even though Mariah does not emote much in general - besides, Mariah talks A LOT

It took her multiple months before Hobie saw her face, and she only showed him after living on the houseboat for some weeks, after they'd slept together

Raised being called 'MJ' by her father, Mariah highly dislikes it. She'll tell you not to call her it once, and every time after, she'll be a little more pissed

Around Hobie and people he trusts, Red prefers to go by Mariah or M - and uses any pronouns. If you ask Mariah their gender, you'll get an amused smile and bored shrug. What are you, a cop?

Asks people 'What are you, a cop?' or 'You a narc??' quite often. Half the time she's joking. Will also say "Okay, Officer." If you're being pushy and annoying, and laughs if that irritates you (Hobie)

Her laugh is very sharp, and it almost sounds mocking. Even if she isn't

Lots of times people don't trust her, what with the mask. These are the people she likes to take the piss out of most

Mariah experiences a lot of chronic pain, mostly derived from her father, and her 3 & 4th assassination attempts - making protests extremely taxing on her

Though she will hide this at all costs, in front of everyone except Hobie. During times of stress or increased pain, she'll take painkillers in sporadic doses. But being wanted by the state, she can only get her hands on so much.

She doesn't do much but protest and write. She doesn't like music like that, and she doesn't see the appeal. She doesn't draw anymore, though she used to

After years of living in survival mode, she works, plans, chain-smokes, and tries not to get killed while doing it

She doesn't understand Diane's groupie behavior, or Hobie's 'punk' rockstar cover. She thinks it's pointless, and on occasion she'll say this, not realizing how callous that may sound

To her, Hobie is a dork. And she calls him a dork all the time. How someone could see him as cool or rather - 'groovy' - is beyond her.

Has little to no filter - unless it comes to secrets and observations. Either she tells you exactly what she's thinking, or you get nothing at all.

Often has to be told when it's too much, and on occasion, during political planning, she has told Hobie he talks 'too nice'.

Though she does envy Diane, and her ability to just dance. Mariah has no form of escapism - her writing will always be a harsh reflection of reality. And she admires Diane's ability to live in spite of that, without the anger her and Hobie often go through.

The only escape Mariah has is reading, and puzzles. Mainly rubix cubes and things like that.

She loves fiction and fantasy. But her love of books doesn't stop there, and Red's radio show isn't all screaming.

Mariah is extremely versed in political and anarchist literature, being able to memorizes passages from manifestos and books easily, as well as speeches or direct pieces of confidential files she reads

Mainly leads riots - using anti-tear gas safety, road-blocking, and anarchist warfare like molotov cocktails & destruction of surveillance

Whereas a lot of Hobie's protests preach Love & Kindness among the community, Red's radio show and organized riots are backed by rage - telling the people to end the oppression by direct action, at any cost

Red wants revenge and a future, and if that means burning it all down and rebuilding from ashes and graves, then that's what he'll do. Happily.

She has killed in front of Hobie before, and he was not very happy about it (to say the least)

Sleeps in Hobie's bed a lot of nights - mainly because of the nightmares. She doesn't like doing this, and wish it didn't happen, but it is what it is. What helps helps, and she trusts Hobie more than anyone

Unlike how he is with Diane, Hobie is extremely protective of Mariah and worries about Red constantly - to the point that he's hypervigilant

Still has the badge she took off her father at 16. Her most prized possession

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ART STYLE: [We're almost done I PROMISE]

Less animated and expressive than Hobie - Mariah does not change colors the way he does. Most of the time she is black, white, grey, or the color of aging parchment, detailed with handwriting and lined paper.

Mariah can only turn Red, when enraged or at protest, and Blue, for injured, scared, or upset. As she gets angrier, the handwriting across her becomes more and more erratic and illegible.

INSPO:

Mariah is about being authentic without performance.

She's a punk, even though she 'doesn't look it'. She gets told that a lot. She's black, even though she 'doesn't look it'. Disabled, though she 'doesn't look it'. She's bi, but she 'doesn't look it' either.

Mariah isn't quiet, and she never hides the truth. But because people can't see her face, they act like they can never get a read on her - even though she's brutally honest.

I wanted her to defy the idea of what a punk is. She's not the girl who goes to Hobie's shows and kisses him backstage. That's Diane.

Mariah is the one that follows him into battle and debates him for hours. Even if she doesn't like his music. She still believes in anarchy, and fighting, and freedom.

She's still punk, and despite the anti-blackness of her father, she's still black.

Mariah is the opposite of Diane, although that wasn't really on purpose.

A lot of the time in the comics, MJ and Peter's relationship is about them being on the same side, and facing the world together - MJ always a encouraging force for Peter. And I wanted to boil that down as much as I could. So often that encouraging force is through romance and romantic affection - but unlike MJ and Peter, Hobie and Mariah have everything but that aspect. Both their attraction to each other and their mutal emotional support of each other are divorced from romance - instead being based in respect and care. Hobie wants to protect Mariah, and Mariah wants Hobie to fight at her side. Mariah is the reflection of Diane. She represents his political side, while Diane represents more of his musical side. She represents his enraged determination, while Diane is his radical kindness. Diane and Hobie aren't open about being 'together', but the romance between them is clear. Meanwhile Hobie and Mariah are open about sleeping with each other - and the lack of romance is just as clear. And my favorite part is their reflection of morals. To Diane suffering for the system, and for the Society, is a worthy cause. A necessary sacrifice. Diane is community oriented above all else, something she gained by her communist upbringing. Meanwhile, Mariah couldn't disagree more. No community liberated her. Instead, she liberated herself - not by sitting outside a courthouse - but by direct action - and killing her father when she got the chance. If life was a garden, Diane tries to plant flowers. Mariah is more interested in pulling up weeds. Maybe Diane is naive. Or maybe Mariah is cynical. Or maybe they both know exactly what they're doing. Either way Hobie cares for both of them beyond words. And in return, they love giving him headaches.

If you read this far - THANK YOU SOOO MUCH. Mariah took a while to come to me, but now that she's here she's as hardheaded and smug as can be (affectionately)

Her and Hobie are basically bros that fuck sometimes and their 'kisses' are actually just passionate looks of rage when they lock eyes during a riot lol

And because you made it this far: Here's a rare unmasked Mariah!

As per usual, take this Hobie photo, absorb it, cherish it, and use it in times of weakness for it will give you strength

Bye.

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jhilsara · 1 year ago

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I Can See You

Pt. 1/ Pt. 2/ Pt. 3/ Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/pt. 6/Pt. 7/Pt. 8/Pt. 9/ Pt. 10/

Pt. 11/ Pt.12/Pt.13/Pt. 14/Pt.15/Pt.16/Pt.17/END

Mariana Jimenez-Watson or MJ works in a normal pub living life paycheck to paycheck. Nothing exciting happens to her except the occasional drunk getting thrown out. She's 24 working away and finds a wrench thrown into her very boring life. His name is Hobie and she thinks maybe, a little excitement isn't awful. In fact she might start to crave some change for once.

Small moments of Hobie meeting his world's MJ. AKA I made an MJ variant and I think she's neat.

Chapter 14

MJ has a gnawing feeling in the back of her mind. Something feels…off. She can’t put her finger on it, but she feels it in her gut. It’s churning in a way that she almost feels nauseous and irritable. She can identify it’s her anxiety, but she can’t identify why it’s getting triggered.

She’s scrubbing down the bar, cleaning it before her shifts over. She’s running through the events of her day in her head. Wondering if maybe she forgot something. Did she lock her door? Did she leave her curling iron plugged in? Did she forget to buy something? Maybe she’s just being paranoid.

She shrugs it off and labels it as her being paranoid.

There hasn’t been another strange life or death incident in over a month. Maybe she feels like she’s overdue for one… Or maybe her life is finally back to normal.

She shakes her head and a small smile falls over her face. Her life will never be normal as long as Hobie’s around. It’s not a bad problem to have though.

She settles on the pit in her stomach being up to paranoia. She just feels overdue for a Spider-Man adjacent event.

Hopefully that doesn’t happen.

She packs it up, waving goodbye to Andy and meets Hobie at the back door. He’s leaning against the bricks, head back and lolled lazily over to look at her. A soft grin on his face. He pushes himself off and drops his arms over her shoulder from behind. He leans his body weight onto her, already towering over her short stature. He rests his chin on top of her head.

She just scoffs, “Hobie!” She groans and goes to grab his arms, “You’re gonna knock me over.” She pouts jokingly trying to not laugh.

“I’m not that heavy.” He says in mock offense. Leaning more of his weight onto her.

“No but you tower over me, that’s enough.” She says almost knocking both of them over.

He scoffs but removes himself off her, leaving one arm wrapped around her shoulders.

“C’mon, tired after runnin’ round with the lizard in the sewers all night.” He tells her with a soured face.

She scrunches her nose, “So that’s what I’m smelling?” She teases.

He removes himself off her completely raising his hands up in defense. “Oi, oi, stop takin’ the piss.” He says and nudges her with his elbow.

He turns to sniff his vest and he scrunches up his nose in disgust, “Need a shower though…”

She giggles and nudges him back, “Showers yours first then.” She replies with a grin.

“Mmmm, or, hear me out…” He says stepping in front of her and starts walking backwards down the street to face her.

“We could, shower together.” He suggests with a smug smirk.

Her face flushes and she rolls her eyes, “Mmm and what would be the benefit in showering with a man who smells like the sewers?” She hums in thought.

He doesn’t miss a beat when he replies, “Benefits?” He cocks his head in thought then starts counting on his fingers, “One, more quality time with your favorite person.” He says with a massive grin.

She shakes her head.

“Two, I’m a riot. Three…I might need you to check my back because there was a moment where I was just sliding down in unknown muck…” He gives her a hesitant and crooked smile.

She winces but nods. “Yea this is a tag team effort.” She agrees with a skeptical look. “I will bail if the… unknown muck…. turns out to be absolutely foul. Definitely not sexy.” She says.

He nods, “Duly noted that sewer fighting isn’t sexy.” He says jokingly.

She just shakes her head and laughs as they walk back to her flat.

Once they entered the bathroom MJ is helping Hobie peel his suit off. Whatever he had on him from the sewer was clinging onto him like a leech.

“Oh my god, this is so foul Hobie…” She says holding his shirt up and as far away from her as possible.

“Ya weren’t the one who was thrown into it by a ten-foot-tall lizard.” He replies bitterly, trying to pry his pants off.

“What if, hear me out, we just make a new suit… you don’t have to wash this one, we could just toss it.” She tries to suggest making a face of disgust as he adds his pants to the pile.

“I have others, but we’re not trashin’ it. It’s fine, just needs a good wash!” he says giving her a playful glare.

She gives him a pointed look, “In who’s wash? Surely not mine.” She says dryly.

“Do ya want this smellin’ up your flat?” He says pointing to the pile of his spider suit parts still sprinkled with sludge.

“… no, no, not in my wash. We’ll put it in a bag and on the balcony.” She says looking at his clothes in horror.

He rolls his eyes but is grinning regardless. “Fine, I’ll take it.” He reaches out and holds her hips, “Can we please take a shower now?” he pouts.

She feels her face blush as he is just in his underwear and his hands are gently holding her hips, thumbs rubbing circles into her skin. She avoids how fast her heart beats and reaches for a plastic bag under her sink and hands it to him. “Put the smelly clothes in the bag and no one gets hurt.” She jokes.

He sighs dramatically, but neatly puts his clothes in the bag and ties it shut. He hands it over to her.

“Thank you!” She gives a large grin to him. “Start the shower, I’ll put this on the balcony.”

He nods his head and reaches over to turn on the water. She closes the door behind her and practically throws the bag onto the balcony. She never wants to smell whatever that was again.

She stands in front of the bathroom door, nervous. Which she doesn’t know why she’s nervous. She’s been naked in front of people before, had boyfriends and girlfriends before, but for some reason this shower is what’s making her pause.

She takes a deep breath and just decides to shake it off. She’s had a weird feeling all day and she refuses to let her nerves ruin her time with Hobie.

She opens the door and he shuffles the shower curtain back, poking his head out, “I genuinely need help… it won’t go away, the smell. I don’t know if it’s in my head or not.” He tells her face genuinely worried.

She looks at him amused and just shakes her head, “Okay okay! Scoot over.” She tells him.

He returns into the shower and she strips quickly and joins him. Her face is red and she immediately feels the hot water hit her back making her jump a little.

Hobie grabs her arms, hands guiding her in gently. He smiles at her, eyes roaming her fuller figure.

Her eyes meet his and she notices him looking at her. She smacks his chest teasingly.

“Okay do a full body turn let me check your back for the unsexy sewer sludge.”

He grimaces and shakes his head, “Showers should be sexy, like fundamentally.” He does turn and show her his back.

She immediately laughs, “Oh god, it’s bad. It’s like stuck to you! What is this?!” she asks and grabs a wash rag. She covers it in soap and gently washes his back. Adding enough pressure to actually scrub it off of him.

He hums in response. “Never going in the bloody sewers ever again…”

“Agreed.”

She spends the next few minutes scrubbing his back, focused on removing the muck from him. He’s giving soft sighs and grunts of content. If she wasn’t flushed before she definitely was now.

“I- uh, I think you’re good now…” she whispers.

He turns to look at her over his shoulders, brow raised in amusement.

“Sure? Nothin’ else?” He asks.

She nods her head and clears her throat, “Yeah. All clean.” She gives a tight nervous smile. She awkwardly pats his shoulder.

He gives a soft chuckle and turns to face her.

“You’re really red ya know?” He says with a lopsided smile.

She pouts up at him and crosses her arms over her chest, in mild irritation but also in a failing attempt to cover herself, feeling a little self-conscious.

It’s hard to not feel that way when someone who literally does acrobatics everyday is standing naked in front of her, with his ripped back muscles and toned arms… she has to stop looking. She shuffles a bit uncomfortably.

“The water’s just really warm…” She scoffs a bit and grabs a different clean rag and throws it at him. “Just wash my back please.” She mumbles turning around.

He just shakes his head and places his large hands firmly on her round hips, leaning down and resting his head on her shoulder. He presses a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Ya cute when you act like you’re not flustered by me.” He says cheekily.

She groans but doesn’t move away from him or his touch.

“See? Don’t even have a comeback, ya speechless.” He grins and kisses her neck.

It sends a shiver down her back, “Just wash my back please spider boy.” She mumbles with a small grin on her face.

He removes himself off of her and grabs the wash cloth and the soap from above.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop teasing.” He says and starts to gently wash her back.

She hums in comfort and rolls her head to the side. Relaxing under his touch. One hand is working the wash cloth slowly up and down her back. His other hand is gently massaging her shoulders, going down her arms, and traveling down to her hips where he continues to kneed her skin.

She’s melting against his hands, moaning a bit from the ministrations. The hot water against them, his large hands pressing against her, she’s so comfortable she could easily just fall asleep like this.

Her eyes are closed and her head is lolled a bit to the side.

He presses into her shoulder and she releases a deep moan from her throat, one that makes her eyes fly open in embarrassment.

“Careful, gonna tease me too much with those noises.” He murmurs holding onto to her soft hips tightly.

“Christ, what were you a masseuse in another life?” she says with a dreamy sigh, turning to face him.

He lifts his hands up and wiggles his long fingers, “Magic hands.”

She snorts and shakes her head.

She leans against him and wraps her arms around him in a loose hug, “I’m sleepy.”

He pulls her to him, laying his head on top of hers, “Yeah? Wanna cuddle?” he murmurs.

“Absolutely. Let’s finish before the water get’s cold.” She says excitedly.

They finish quickly, the water turning ice cold making them rush. She grabs one of her big towels and wraps it around both of them. They wipe each other down, drying off quickly.

Hobie puts on a pair of clean boxers he had shoved away in MJ’s underwear drawer. MJ slides on a sports bra and matching panties.

Hobie places his hands around her waist, pulling her soft body to his and nuzzling his face into her shoulder. He hums in contentment.

She just pats his arm and starts walking to her room, him right behind her, awkwardly waddling along.

MJ flops them onto her bed and she curls into a ball, Hobie’s arms still encapsulating her.

He kisses her shoulder a few times before he lets go to grab her large and fluffy duvet to cover them. He lays on top of her, smiling broadly, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. He settles his head on her chest.

She wraps her own arms around his shoulders, legs wrapping around him as well.

She sighs happily and closes her eyes. Listening to the sounds of them breathing. They fall asleep wrapped up in each other and fall into a blissful sleep.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

MJ groans a bit, squeezing her eyes tight. Too loud and too early.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

This time it’s enough to wake her and it’s ungodly early for someone who went to sleep at four in the morning. A sad whimper escapes her mouth. She shoves her face into Hobie’s shoulder.

“Fuckin’ hell is that?” she hears him groan, voice a deep sleepy tremor.

“I don’t know… I’ve never had a problem with my neighbors before.” She whines.

“Maybe if we ignore it, they’ll stop.” He whispers, wrapping his arms around her tightly pulling her closer.

The banging continues, somehow, getting louder.

“Why, what have I done to deserve this suffering?” She murmurs sleepily.

“I’ll get it, just go back to sleep.” He says and kisses the top of her head.

“Hurry back, I’ll get cold.” She fake whines with a laugh.

“Oh, piss off, you’ll be passed out.” He teases her back shoving her off playfully.

She hears Hobie shuffle to her door and she feels herself ease up as the banging finally ends. She sighs and wraps the blankets around herself tighter, finally, some peace.

Then she hears the shrill and piercing voice of her worst fear.

Stomping footsteps towards her door.

Her eyes fly open and she wonders how bad it would look if she flung herself out the window topless.

She doesn’t have enough time to decide before her door is flung open and she’s face to face with someone she hasn’t seen in ages.

“¡Dios! ¡Qué estás haciendo holgazaneando con un hombre medio desnudo! Pensé que te crié mejor.”

MJ groans and sits up, holding the blanket over her chest, and looks at her mother standing in her doorway.

She sees Hobie’s head peaking behind her and looking at MJ in confusion.

This, this is what her gut was warning her about. Why her nerves were so fried. She always got that weird feeling when her mother was involved.

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