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Hobie1610 pt. 3
part 3 has finally arrived!!! at a faster rate than part 2 but a bit of a wait nonetheless lol
not entirely sure how long this lil story will go on for but hope y'all are enjoying this ride regardless, whether it ends on the next part or in 3 more chapters ldfjkdhf
in this installment: thrilling action, a high stakes chase, and we get to learn more abt our beloved hobie jones! yippee!
>pt. 1 here<
>pt. 2 here<
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By some miracle, Hobie did not mention the suit to Miles once they started texting semi-regularly.
Unfortunately, they also couldn't really make their lunch date (date? God, get it together, Morales. It is not a dateâŚ) as soon as Miles would have liked, due to a million different things getting in the way of them setting a solid day aside to chill together.
Just his luck, of course.
But in the hallways, Hobie actually deigned to give Miles a passing smile every now and then. They didnât ever get to hang out like they did for those precious few moments on the first day of school, but Miles didnât feel the crushing weight of guilt every time he saw Hobie in his same classroom anymore. What a relief!
So Miles was mostly okay with how things were going anyhow, even if the hangout ended up falling through and they both decided not to go in the end. He was able to patrol and do his homework in blissful peace for the first time in months.
⌠Kind of.
That look on Hobieâs handsome face as he looked down past Milesâ coat collar thoughâŚ
That still ate away at an anxious part of Milesâ brain whenever he had the time to sit down and really let his worries manifest.
No time to think about that now, though. Miles was suited up again on a school night, hoping to get at least an hourâs worth of patrolling in before security at Visions noticed he was absent from his dorm room. He hoped Ganke would be able to cover for him like he always did.
It was yet another cold evening out in New York City, and Miles was steadily covering the edges of Brooklyn, heading towards Manhattan to do a quick sweep through Central Park like he did on occasion. There was always something going on in Manhattan, especially during the evening.
Miles decided it wouldnât hurt to take a quick peek before calling it a night and heading back to Visions.
So away he went-- now fully in his Spiderman element-- vaulting and soaring over buildings, showing off every now and then by doing silly flips and tricks mid-air for the opportunistic New Yorkers looking to snap their Spiderman Sighting of the day. A little social media promo never hurt anyone, after allâŚ
Spiderman finally swung down onto a tree branch on the western side of the park from a street lamp and was just about to lower himself down as inconspicuously as he could, before immediately feeling the tingling electricity of his Spider Senses race up and down his spine, giving him the usual headache along with it.
He crouched down quietly on a branch and watched as a familiar lanky figure streaked across the path underneath him onto the grass and beyond.
Whoever this runner was, he was fast. And hot on his trail was a gang of burly bumbling assholes cursing up a blue streak as they gave chase.
Spidermanâs eyes stayed glued to the fast runner like they were a lifeline. His senses honed in on the person and he erupted out of the leaves of the tree with one mighty leap, sailing through the air to shoot a web out and swing his way on over to the excitement.
Several joggers, people walking dogs after work, and mothers with baby carriages exclaimed and shouted as they were barreled into by the gang of men trying to keep up with their moving target. The runner didnât seem to be giving up, though, as their long legs sent them flying over bushes and rocks and lounging people as gracefully as a ribbon in the air.
It was indeed getting dark soon again, but the darkness didnât really affect Spidermanâs senses at all. His mask helped him fine-tune his powerful vision and anticipate the runnerâs next moves.
It looked as though they were trying to make their way up towards the Great Lawn from Cedar Hill, but whether the person was planning to make a break for the now-empty Delacorte Theatre or the Metropolitan Museum Of Art⌠or beyond? That was the million dollar question.
Spiderman didnât want to lose the person in case they happened to just be a petty thief, since that would be a quick and easy problem to fix. But as he silently chased down the runner alongside (and unbeknownst) to the gang, his suspicions gave way to some other... ideas.
Namely, that the runner seemed young, a bit too young for someone to be pissing off this many fully-grown gang members.
He pushed through his confusion and made a break for the theatre the second he guessed that the runner was pivoting in that direction.
The trees were getting thicker the closer they got to the Belvedere Castle and Spiderman eventually resorted himself to hoofing it, mindful of sticking to the shadows of the foliage that surrounded them on all sides.
He was super grateful now more than ever that his suit happened to be his signature sleek black and red, rather than the tacky and hyper-visible reds and blues of many of his Spider counterparts (sorry Peter!)
Once he confirmed that the suspicious target was indeed planning on hiding in the bleachers of the massive amphitheatre, he shot up a web to hoist himself into the infrastructure from the tall stadium lights. From there, he positioned himself a bit closer to the fray, hearing the loud and heavy boots of the gang following the runner, not far behind.
Then, he squinted into the dusk as he watched one of the entrances from his perch up high... and almost choked on his own saliva!
In comes none other than Hobie Motherfucking Jones, streaking down several steps like a shooting star, clutching onto⌠something tucked under one of his arms. He was breathless, panting loudly, and heading straight for the Belvedere Lake.
Upon hearing the heavy bootfalls get ever closer with every passing second, it seemed that Hobie got the idea to attempt a last-minute juke by throwing himself underneath the stairs that faced the lake, tucking himself as tightly as he could under the massive stage at the center.
Spiderman watched all of this happening with wide eyes, holding his own breath in. He prayed that the ugly thugs didnât see Hobieâs sneaky last-second move, but climbed up high onto the stadium lights and prepared to swing down anyhow, just in case.
What was Hobie even doing here, out at this hour? And what the hell did he manage to steal that was so important to these men anyways? It was quite a chase they were caught up in, running nearly two entire miles all the way up to the amphitheatre just to catch him, and that was only from what he could see when he swung into action.
The group split up and pulled out flashlights, determinedly searching the bleachers and corners as best they could while the sky rapidly darkened above them.
From right below the webbed crime-fighter, Hobie poked his head out from the shadows and took a peek.
No, no, duck back down! Spiderman wanted to shout, but he couldnât.
No one knew he had followed them and he was safe high above the action where he balanced himself on the metal bars that housed the bulbs. His muscles tensed as the bright beam of light from one guyâs flashlight swept a little too close to Hobieâs head. Damnit.
Spiderman couldnât just sit there all day! He had a friend to save, stolen item be damned!
He rechecked his web shooters furtively and took aim.
He set his sights on another stadium light pole across from the stage, figuring that if he was quick and agile enough, he could time his swing well enough to scoop Hobie up from where he was hidden and avoid any detection. Hopefully.
Seemed like a solid enough plan though, until Hobie just. Shot out from his hiding place all of a sudden, the heels of his boots rapping loudly against the cement and echoing all around the stage as he made a beeline for the lakefront.
Shit!!!
Miles wanted to kill him. Those guys didnât even suspect he was hiding where we was in the first place!
... Okay, plan B!
Spidermanâs brain whirred at breakneck speeds as he watched the thugs exclaim loudly and give chase yet again, this time much closer to Hobie than they ever were before.
Without thinking, he swung down from his perch and bowled over a couple of men in his haste to simply just⌠grab Hobie like a damsel in distress and fireman-carry him back around the gang to get a good line of web onto a nearby pole.
The men all cursed and shouted in surprise of course, flashlight beams waving around everywhere.
One of them even yelled, âwhat the hell was that?!â like a character in one of his dadâs favorite cheesy slasher movies.
Spiderman was too fast for them, a black blur simply whizzing by as he grabbed Hobie and hoisted the both of them up into the air with a mighty leap. Hobie yelped in surprise, grunting from the effort, and seemed to let whatever he stole slip out of his hands which then clattered loudly onto the ground below.
The thugs rejoiced then, shaking fists at Hobie and his rescuer as they flew up to the top of a tree and detached themselves so they could fall onto the stadium light opposite from Spidermanâs initial hiding spot.
Spiderman didnât stop until he attached another web up to the lights and dangled there for a bit. Adrenaline still coursed through his veins as he shifted Hobie off of his shoulders and let him slide slowly onto his side, his friendâs wiry arms clutching him tightly.
They both watched with rapt attention at the goings-on several feet below them.
The thugs congregated around the fallen item, picking it up and turning it this way and that. It looked like a briefcase, though with the low lighting it really couldâve been anything. It was only when one of them-- the biggest and burliest of them all-- shouted out another colorful swear word that Hobie then seemed to come back to himself again.
He squeezed Spidermanâs shoulders with his arms and kicked at him. They swung a bit from the wiggling.
âOuch!â Spiderman hissed, as quietly as he could. He was hoping the dark dusk would conceal their position now as long as they made No Noises, but even that wasnât guaranteed.
âGo, go, go, go, man! Letâs get out of here!!â Hobie hissed right back into his ear, his face mere centimeters away from Spidermanâs mask.
Spiderman stubbornly ignored the heat radiating out from his face at that realization and jerked this way and that, looking for an easy escape from their conundrum.
Flashlight beams danced around the ground before finally swinging up to the trees and catching sight of a pair of shoes dangling in the sky.
The biggest and meanest one of the bunch pulled something out of his pocket and took aim.
Bullet! Spidermanâs senses screamed into his cerebellum.
âGoddamn,â he huffed ruefully as the shots rang out. Hobie panicked. âBullets for us? Thatâs a little harsh, isnât it?â
Hobie clung onto his hero for dear life. âBrother, if you do not get a move on from here, we are both gonna get turned into fish filets!â He shouted into Spidermanâs ear.
âOw. Okay,â Spiderman grumbled, sticking himself to the side of the pole they dangled from and readjusting Hobie so that he clung onto his back instead.
He took a deep breath and narrowly dodged a bullet that whizzed unnervingly close to their heads. Hobie yelled again.
âOkay, okay, okay,â Spiderman began, speaking quickly. âHold on, okay? Hold on tight. Just hold on and do not let me go for even a second!â
âOn it!â Hobie shouted back, legs kicking a bit before wrapping themselves tightly around Spidermanâs torso.
They both took a breath and then Spiderman jumped, gaining some air before twin webs erupted from his web shooters-- aimed directly towards the seating area entrance.
Together, he and Hobie rocketed from their airborne position towards their escape route once the fluids connected to solid architecture. To his credit, Hobie only whimpered a little bit through the ride.
The thugs had no chance! They stumbled on tired, aching legs towards the very door the two teens had left out of, complaining and cursing some more as they searched through the steps and made their way out onto the theatreâs general admission and concessions area.
They searched and searched through the bushes and trees, going so far as to even check the sculptures near the structure.
After several tense moments of gruff shouting back-and-forth, the search eventually died down until only a couple of the men were left sweeping the area once more. The others had already given up their fruitless endeavor and called it a night.
âFucking kids, man. What the hell,â Spiderman heard one of them grumble before kicking at the Romeo and Juliet statue angrily and following the rest of his cohorts down the path towards the Great Lawn again.
Hobie and Spiderman let out matching sighs of relief then, happy to have given the men the slip by managing to hide behind the giant 3D Delacorte Theatre sign right above the box offices. Lucky for them, most people donât think to search behind lit-up signs, so they went completely undetected.
â⌠Wanna let me know what you were doing here this whole time? You couldâve gotten killed!â Spiderman breathed. He wanted his tone to be sharper, more authoritative⌠but he was just so glad to see his new friend still in one piece instead of riddled with more holes than a chunk of swiss cheese!
Hobie scoffed, tucking a loc behind his ear and sitting back. Thanks to the lighting of the sign and the other park lights in the area, Spiderman could see him digging around in his coat pocket and fishing out-- a USB drive?
Hobie held it up triumphantly, sleepy down-turned eyes glistening with pride.
âI got it! Suckers! Screw them by the way, Iâm not the thief, if thatâs what youâre wondering,â
Well. He was sneaky, alright. Spiderman had to hand that to him, at the very least.
He sat back on his heels as well and exhaled. âFine. I believe you. Whatâs on that drive?â
Hobie squinted at him then, really giving him a good once-over now that the excitement had officially died down. ââŚDamn. Youâre Spiderman,â
âYeah, yeah. Hey, hi, nice to meet you, Iâm your friendly neighborhood Sp-- ugh, seriously man, just tell me what all of that was back there or else Iâm webbing you up and calling the cops.���
âHey!â Hobie objected. âLike I said already, Iâm the good guy here. I snagged this from those guys because I caught them snoopinâ around the museum over that way. I followed them and found out they were stealing this!â
Spiderman bobbed his head. âOkay? And whatâs on it?â
Hobie turned the drive over a bit in his hands, admiring it. âMost likely? Security codes, schedules, maps. Iâve been uh⌠investigating those dudes for a while after watching them sniff around the museum for a few days now. It looks like they were just art thieves plannin' a heist, so I jumped on the opportunity to deliver justice myself.â
Hobieâs mischievous grin was met by Spidermanâs disapproving stare.
âAnd why didnât you just call security and let them know? Like I said, super dangerous thing you did back there! If I wasnât there to save you, you couldâve died, man.â
Hobie pocketed his USB drive again and rolled his eyes. âYâknow, for a vigilante hero with cool superpowers, you sure are a square.â
Spiderman sat up and placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt. âOof, ow. Thatâs mean,â
âYeah, it is, but you know Iâm right. If a kid like me walked up to some cops and tried to warn them of a possible art heist, you just know those pricksâll laugh in my face and do literally nothing about it. I had to take matters into my own hands!â Hobie jutted his chin out defiantly.
Well. Couldn't really argue with that, especially considering PDNYâs less-than-stellar track record of taking preventative measures most times. All that they would most likely do is nod along to whatever Hobie was telling them and chuckle, shaking their heads as they walk away. Not their problem.
Spiderman rubbed his chin. âPoint taken," he conceded. "So whatâs your plan now?â
Hobie glanced around, as if he was checking for any eavesdroppers. âIâm gonna submit some photos to a journalist I met online before turning this in back to the museum. The journalistâll help get those guys behind bars once a story's published and some actual adults talk to the cops. I am going to go collect my reward,â
Spiderman blinked. He had a bunch of questions swimming in his head, but the first question out of his mouth was, âwhat reward?â
âThe reward for turning in precious security info, genius!â Hobie tapped at his forehead with a finger and grinned. âIf I get to negotiate with them, I can get some money to save up and-- uh. Nevermind. Listen, are you gonna rat me out or not?â
Milesâ brow creased behind his mask. â⌠I donât think I will. Sounds like youâre doing the right thing⌠mostly.â
Hobie cheered silently. âYes! Okay, I take it back, Spidey. You are cool!â
Spiderman sighed. âBut first, I need to know youâre gonna be safe. Like, actually, and that youâre not gonna get followed home.â
Hobie shrugged nonchalantly and pushed more locs out of his face again. âYeah, you can walk me home if you want,â
âNo, thatâs not what I mean. I mean, thatâs not the only thing I mean. I need you to promise me that youâre not gonna get into stupid stunts like this again. That was so dangerous and you really couldâve gotten hurt!â
Hobie exhaled as well. He stared intensely into the maskâs giant white lenses for a beat, making Spiderman shift uncomfortably.
Then, he held up his pinkie. â⌠Fine. I wonât do stupid shit like this again. I promise.â
Spiderman blinked a few more times and hooked his pinkie onto Hobieâs. âUh. Okay, cool! Cool, thatâs what I wanna hear, considering keeping New Yorkers safe is my job! I just wanna see you safe, thatâs all. No more art heists, you gotta leave that to the professionals to handle,â
âWhat, professionals like you? You mightâve not even gotten to them in time before they snuck off with like millions of dollars worth of art, bro.â
âAnyone ever tell you you are just so mean? Dontcha have a little faith in me? The âvigilante hero with cool superpowersâ?â Spiderman shot back.
They both laughed.
âSeriously, though. I do appreciate the fact that you saved my ass back there,â Hobie admitted, eyes cast downwards for a second. âI was actually gonna throw this thing into the lake and hope this drive got eaten by like⌠a fish or something.â
âAnd what about you?â Spiderman smiled despite himself.
âWell,â Hobie shrugged. âIf I died, I died. I guess,â
It was Spidermanâs turn to scoff now. âYou have a family, man. Donât be ridiculous. You have friends and family that would miss you!â
Hobieâs expression turned dark, his entire face shadowing for a second before being replaced by cool detached nonchalance. A slight hint of annoyance stayed put underneath.
â⌠My familyâs barely my family. I donât have any friends, either. Don't worry about me.â Hobie admitted in a clipped tone. He stood up abruptly and started doing some casual stretches.
Spiderman stood up as well, knowing fully well how this song and dance was going to go.
He would never admit it out loud, but heâd seen his fair share of self-destructive citizens throwing themselves into the middle of danger in the short time heâd been doing this whole vigilante thing. He had talked many a melancholy or manic person from tossing themselves off of multiple different buildings, different bridges, stopped them from âfallingâ onto train tracks.
And as loath as he is to admit it, this Hobieâs particular brand of cool detachment was entirely too familiar to him as well.
A flash of his uncle Aaronâs face lit up a part of his brain that he hadnât really allowed himself to acknowledge since that fateful day. He quickly stamped that out.
He cleared his throat and rubbed at his neck. â⌠Well. That sounds pretty depressing, man.â
He didnât notice Hobieâs shoulders hitch at that phrase.
âBut,â Spiderman continued, âYou got people out here who care about you, even if you donât know it. Youâre still so young, you could be ending your life before you even meet, like, your favoritest person in the whole world, right? So just do me a quick favor, take care of yourself. For me. Live long enough to meet your favorite person, alright?â
Spiderman put on his best comforting expression that he could despite the mask most likely getting in the way of Hobie fully seeing it. He hoped his words were enough to convince him not to dive off the deep end, at least not anytime soon.
It seemed to work at least a little bit, because Hobie looked back at him with a much warmer-- albeit hesitant-- expression.
âCan I ask you something?â Hobie finally said after a few moments of silence.
âUh, sure.â Spiderman replied.
âDo you know about a kid named Miles Morales at all?â
The air was sucked out of Spidermanâs lungs right then as he floundered like a fish for a minute, brain working into overdrive to make his answer sound both intelligent and convincing.
âU-uh, maaaybeee? I dunno, I meet a lot of New Yorkers everyday and I donât get many names, yanno? S-sounds familiar, but sorr--â
âI knew it,â Hobie exhaled a laugh and surged forward to embrace Spiderman with both arms.
Spiderman stood frozen in his place, arms held in mid-air as he worked to process this.
âUh. What--â
Spiderman felt Hobieâs chin dig into the side of his cheek a little as he turned his lips to his ear. âYour secretâs safe with me, by the way. Iâm not telling anyone,â
Miles felt his whole world turn on its axis before shattering completely.
Oh no, no, no, no, no! Goddamnit!
Miles pushed Hobie off and stepped back, holding his hands up. âOh hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. I dunno what youâre thinking or who you think I am, but--!â
Hobie sighed loudly. âMiles, I saw your suit.â
The world screeched to a halt.
Hobie picked his gaze back up off of his feet and even seemed apologetic, almost. âI, uhm. Like, back on the roof. At Visions. I wasnât⌠a hundred percent sure I saw it, since it couldâve been any logo at all, but. Well, youâre a pretty bad liar too, yâknow that, right?â
Miles sucked in a slightly shaky breath, gulping loudly. âUh. W-well,â
Hobie smiled shyly. âYou, uh⌠youâre like around the same height as Miles Morales, anyways. And you sure sound a lot like him, too.â
Damn. Damn it all.
Miles spun this way and that, placing his hands atop his head as he panicked slightly. âH-Hobie, you cannot tell anyone else about this, whatsoever. Do you understand? No one. At all. Or weâre both dead!â
Hobie held his hands up, lines creasing in his face. âLook bro, youâve got secrets of mine too. We pinkie promised, remember? I donât break promises.â
Miles didnât point out that the promise was so that Hobie would stop getting himself into stupidly dangerous situations, but he accepted it anyways, albeit reluctantly.
âD-do⌠do you actually, like actually promise me youâll never breathe a word about this to anyone? Ever? At all?â
Hobie held up his right hand into the air, as if taking an oath. âI, MJ, solemnly swear to never breathe a single word to anyone about your super secret identity, so help me god.â
Miles planted his fists on his hip and shook his head. âOh my god,â he exhales on a shaky laugh.
âDonât you believe me? What would I have to gain by selling you out? Oh,â Hobie stops suddenly, perking up. âWe could even work together! I got me my sweet camera and my extensive connects, man. Think about it!â
âNo, no. Hobie. Stop that, man. Iâm not putting you into any danger after I just saved your skinny butt. Spiderman doesnât do sidekicks anyways,â
Hobie looked a bit put out, but shrugged anyways. âWell, I mean⌠think about it sometime. We could seriously take down criminal activity around here, if youâre down! And, uh. You do have my number,â
Miles looked up and took a deep breath. âMmnyes, I do. I do have your number. Thatâs⌠I mean youâre not wrong about that. Listen, I think itâs getting pretty late and we should both be heading back home now, though.â
The corners of Hobieâs mouth curled up mischievously. âTrue, true. It is a school night, after all.â
Miles couldnât stop grinning despite the heavy anvil that threatened to burst out of his chest. âYep, yes it is! Okay, time to get you home now. Câmon, letâs go.â
Miles moved to step into Hobieâs space and carry him on his back again so he could lower the both of them down from the lip of the theatre roof.
But before that happened, he felt Hobie place a cold but strong hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
Miles looked up inquisitively and felt his breath catch in his throat as he felt those same hands slowly slide up the smooth spandex of his suit, up his shoulders, and then they stopped at his neck, at the seam of where his suit and mask met.
The entire thing probably only took a few seconds to do, but to Miles it felt like eons passed as he felt every single muscle twitch and the pulse beating underneath Hobieâs skin while he ran those fingers up his arms.
He was standing so close to him! Oh god!
The entire ordeal was unbearably intimate, and Miles could barely stop the shudder that wracked his body suddenly.
Hobieâs soft lips were slightly parted, the lighting of the sign next to them caught in the dark brown portals that were his eyes.
âU-uhm. Sorry, this is weird...â he mumbled quietly. But his hands didn't move.
All around them, crickets started their soothing chorus.
Here they were, right behind the giant lettering of the Delacorte Theatre, intertwined in each otherâs arms on a cold night-- and Milesâ core body temperature has never felt hotter before. He felt like he could melt steel, the way this night was going. He didnât know when his hands raised to grasp onto Hobieâs arms, but they mustâve done it of their own accord because Miles then felt himself squeezing softly onto Hobieâs biceps.
Slowly, painstakingly, and carefully⌠Hobie made his move.
Every centimeter of the mask being pushed up was accompanied by a soft look that asked-- no, it begged-- for permission to continue. His hands seemed to move on their own eventually, as he slid the mask up over the back of Miles' head and then eased it up off of his nose.
Hobie wore a soft look of determination then, that fully came into view again once Miles felt his mask slide right up off of his eyes. Hobieâs soft hands eventually fell away, mask in one hand, no sounds in the air except for the wildlife of the park starting to wake now that the night has officially fallen.
Miles wasnât sure why he did, but he held his breath.
After a few seconds of appraising gazes from each other, pupils meeting pupils, exchanging a million words a second with just a few looks⌠Hobie grinned beautifully.
âDamn. There you are,â
Miles felt a plume of heat erupt from his gut and rush up to his face. âUh. Hm, y-yep. Here I am,â he blinked back at Hobie with his big brown eyes.
Hobie had a look of pure joy on his face before it started to melt away suddenly. âYou know⌠I should backstab you for abandoning me out of nowhere that one time, though⌠I really should...â
The moment collapsed like an undone web, a delicate thing now completely destroyed as Miles leaped up in indignation.
âHobie!â
Hobie stepped back and laughed loudly. âRe-lax! Iâm not gonna actually do it. But. Yâknow.â
âAnd if you do, Iâll leave you webbed up to that billboard near Visions,â Miles threatened, mostly light-heartedly.
âPsshh, and then get my momâs two million lawyers on your ass? Good luck,â
âAs if they could ever catch me! Iâm Spiderman!â
Just as easily as they had stepped out of being just kids for a moment, they stepped right back into it, bickering like they'd been friends since forever.
Miles lowered the both of them from the sign and they headed towards the eastern side of the park, making their way over to Hunterâs Gate. They bickered and bantered back and forth the entire way there, and it was only once they made it to the outer gates of the park that Miles stopped them both.
With his mask back on and other New Yorkers now milling nearby, Miles made it a point to lower his voice as he turned to Hobie and puffed his chest out heroically.
âSo, random citizen. Where are we off to today? I told you Iâd take you back home safely, and thatâs what Iâm gonna do.â
ââCause you promised, right?â Hobie smirked, tucking his hands into his coat pockets.
âUhm. Yeah, yeah. I did. So, lead the way!â Spiderman made a grand ushering gesture, and Hobie chuckled good-naturedly as he stepped aside and exited Central Park.
âYou gonna walk me home, Spiderman?â Hobie threw him a side-long glance.
âYyyeahâŚ? Why? Youâd rather swing home?â
âI liked swinging, actually. Yeah,â Hobie stopped where he was on the sidewalk and nodded with an air of finality. âYeah⌠letâs swing!â
Spiderman felt his heart do a few somersaults in his chest before he gestured towards his shoulders. Hobie quickly assumed the position, long lanky arms wrapping around him and leaning his body weight against Spidermanâs side.
Spiderman shot up a web to a nearby street lamp and gave his friend one more glance.
âYou sure?â He asked again, really making sure that Hobie was okay with this. Not many people really liked swinging, which was understandable. Even Miles wasn't the biggest fan of it at times.
Hobie chuckled and ignored the onlookers as they slowly ambled past the two, throwing the teens questioning glances as they made their way past them.
âYeah, I am! Letâs go,â
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Miles: Do you actually actually really like on your LIFE promise that youâre not ginna tell a soul about⌠wellâŚ
Miles: gonna*
MJ: Yes, Miles. I PROMISE [eyeroll emoji]
Miles: I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE
MJ: Do you actually, though? ;)
Miles: No. But I can find out⌠I got connects
MJ: Uh huh. Iâll tell your âconnectsâ that if you donât take me out on that promised lunch date, our friendly neighborhood Spiderman just might be the next trending topic on ALL social media apps again very soonâŚâŚ..
Miles: Oh my god. You are Evil. I canât believe this. My next arch nemesis⌠damn
Miles: What a killer plot twist. The greatest foe I have yet to face happens to be none other than one of my very own classmates
Miles: It be ya own people
From his familyâs Lower Manhattan penthouse, Hobie laughs out loud as he reads the text messages, ignoring all of the curious glances thrown his way by various members of his team.
From Milesâ own humble dorm room at Visions, he laughs aloud as well.
#spiderverse#mine#miles morales#hobie brown#<- well i mean not really but yall know what i mean#hope u guys enjoyed this lil installment! <3#i tried to make the action as entertaining as possible but y'all must know.... that it really is my weak spot so if you guys read all that#and went 'huh'#well then.... Understandable Have A Nice Day!#but listen mj is more often than not a total bamf in the comics and so to make 1610's mj not nearly as cool#esp when this is HOBIE we're talkin abt here... that would be criminal. so i did what i had to do#and i'm trying to like uuhhhh not do an Exposition Dump on hobie jones' character all at once#just sorta drip feeding y'all his backstory before we Get Into It ya feel me#also @ everyone leaving nice comments so far. I LOV YOU :) <3#thank u!#sorry abt the messy ass art on this chapter. i rushed it as i'm sure y'all can tell#they also dont match up 1:1 on the story bc i did the sketches initially before i wrote all this#just as concept art before sitting down to write so i meannnn! but! they came out p close to the finished product#so i was like 'ok close enough lets just ink it and be done'#hope yall still like them anyhow LOL oops#anyways..... i gotta quit my yappin'#see yall on the next one <3#punkflower#â almost forgot to tag oof
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GRGRGR, I WANT TO YAP AND TALK BUT THE ONLY THING ON MY MIND ANYMORE IS CALLUM. THIS AIN'T FAIR.
GET OUTTA MY HEAD OLD MAN!!! ANYTIME I DRAW, CALLUM ENDS UP ON MY CANVAS. I CAN'T WRITE ANYTHIN IF IT DOESN'T INVOLVE HIM. I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHIN BUT HIM. I AM BEIN HAUNTED BY THAT FICTIONAL MAN. GAAUUHHHGGGGHHHH
#dusty yaps#i cant even have a normal conversation without bringin him up anymore#I NEED TO TALK ABOUT SOMETHIN OTHER THAN HIM#DAMN YOU DOGMAN FOR MAKIN THIS CHARACTER/j#CUZ NOW HE LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE#why did i have to get feelings for a fictional president with a phone for a head...#THIS IS TORTURE#I DESERVE TO HOLD HIS HANDS#sorry i just realized im yappin about him#again..#ITS A CURSE#somebody ask me about him#also sorry moots yall see nothin past this..#I WANT THAT MAN SO BAD YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND#goin til the bedframe breaks#bed.floor.wall.chair.desk.vertical#horizontal#all night. all day. evenin. mornin. dusk. dawn. any time of day and night#every position possible#bendin in ways i didnt know the human body could twist#I PROFUSELY APOLOGIZE TO THOSE OF YALL WHO READ THIS.#i am#not feelin like myself at the moment#IGNORE ME#i am simply insanely ramblin in the corner
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Hello my wonderful followers i have not abandoned this accountâŚi have just been so horribly preoccupied with life and finding it difficult to draw in generalâŚbut I will still try to share as much as i can! <3 ty
#text#mine#i am tryingggggg believe me#and especially bc these characters get no content its harder to get the mind going#i am aging âŚim going senile guys#i need people to tell me what to draw im not joking#so please do that if you are reading these tags#shit i may dig through the inboxâŚi be scared tho cuz yall so mean to me LMAO#all i said was hi i like erinep and dont like lolicon and yall yelled at me#bwahhaa#anyways#my arts so different now too :( like i dont do trad at all anymore and my digital is a lot better than before!#omg i been yappin its cuz i fell#off ok#lol#erinep
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i was only ever into selfshipping when it came to my gfs ocs since.... like, highschool!! but come to find theres a whole community i just never knew about..... im doing little hops of glee over here...
#pikkissistext#yappin before i pass tf out#its insanely funny to me this blog was... meant... to be just... silly rescue corps stuff and oc shenanigans#but i discovered the self ship community half way thru n said flip the script#seein other shippers in pikmin makes me go rabid man when i see that character i think of yall i got yall im your wingman#LIKE!!! for years canon characters were just hit n miss... so when i fell for collin i fell hard man#only my gfs ocs made me lose my mind... now... ive got a little bug that i need to swat out of existence#(jk collin i love u so much myahmuahmuab uag)#self ship#yumeship#f/o#that is to say this community got me kickin my feet like... uhhmmm whoooo u crushinnn onnnn gigglegiggle CACKLE
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i love the block button because i go into the neu/vi tag and see someone being like 'hes such an old man since he uses a cane in battle' implying that only old people use canes/he must be an old man since he uses a cane. as a young disabled person who used a cane for an extended time, fuck you <3
#yall dont understand how happy it makes me to see a character use a mobility aid in battle#especially since theres the 'disabled people in combat & overworld exploring isnt realistic because they're disabled'#as if there isnt a wide variety of situations that one would need a cane for#like some days i walk the same route and be completely fine but other times the same walk is too painful/would have been easier w my cane#yappin
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i was so wrapped up in the euphoria of making a new friend that for a moment i forgot that my professor used the term 'hungry bottom' to describe someone in our book today
#which. was objectively the correct term#but the whiplash of nodding along 'yes he is definitely that' and then the rest of my brain SLAMS into focus like 'wait what'#'in an academic setting???'#study greek novels yall#.yappin
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No need to be sorry
1 I'm turning 23 in a week!
2 I love physical media and I'm burning my favorites into dvds bc the internet and streaming is not forever đĽđ´ââ ď¸
3 I have a Metalocalypse poster on the ceiling above my bed
@moonbeam-bite @nerdy-valkyrie @crescent-lunatic-wolf @svnny-day @contrapaws @almafantasmal @lostwolvesinthewoods
if you get this, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! anon or not, doesnât matter, letâs get to know the person behind the blog <3 (absolutely no pressure)
I didnt have my first friend in the same grade that stayed my friend until 4th grade
My Choir teacher was in a hallmark movie
My favorite class is band
@hold-my-dr-pepper @somewhatcompetent @beechaotic @angel-and-the-serpent @babyqueenfangirl @definitelynotriana @smokee-bee (Sorry smokee!)
#idk what else to say that sounds like 3 random enough facts ig#love interaction games 7 notes if u see this im sorry#whats he yappin on about#sorry for re tagging u almafantasmal ur also in my last 7#pls dont be upset yall im just having fun đŤĄ
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bkdk fics i read because was it ever casual
Horikoshi keeps feeding us bkdk crumbs like wtf??at this point they HAVE to be canon bkdk hospital kiss confirmed I was izukus freckle ALSO IM KINDA IN A BLOCK RN whenever I finish a fic my yappin brain always has something to say but rn its real quiet so uhđ¤Ą
left me no choice(but to stay here forever)
summary: Izuku learns early on in life that the people he loves will always leave him.
So when Kacchan asks him to be his boyfriend, Izuku kisses him and starts grieving for the inevitable.
words: 6,925
chapters: 3/4(updating)
notes: im quite aware that its a bitchy move to inflict pain on ppl but jm gonna do it anyways lol READ THIS AND WEEP I literally wanted to gorge my heart out and then slap all of my love into izuku idk it evokes complicated feelings??normally hate reading unfinished fics BUT THIS!!gave me a life changing experience within 7000words dammit
be my good luck charm
summary: See, the thing is, Midoriya Izuku had been born with a curse. Itâs not a curse thatâs particularly visible. He doesnât have horns, or a tortured face, and itâs not the kind of silly curse like a friend of his had way down south in Diagnor, wherein the girl had been born without the ability to say the word duck. Midoriya Izuku is just extremely unlucky.
(Or the AU in which Izuku's the world's unluckiest traveling merchant, and Katsuki is someone who may be able to help him. For a price, that is.)
words: 6785
chapters: 1/1
notes: cute lil oneshot for yall cuz mha fans r in dire need of fluff rn yknow whyđ¤ how to date a hottie101 by bkg: set ur crush on fire to show ur undying love(WRITE IT DOWN WRITE IT DOWN)
Barberries and Variegated Knotweeds
summary: The Fight Another Day Agreement is a required legal document for all professional heroes. In the event of a life-threatening injury and the hero and their proxies are unable to respond on their behalf, medical professionals may do whatever it takes to keep the hero alive.
For Izuku, whatever it takes means removing flowers from his lungs, forcing him to forget about the love of his life. The aftermath leaves Izuku bewildered at the sight of a man with spiky blond hair and red eyes the color of Japanese barberries.
words: 19,286
chapters: 4/4
notes: YET ANOTHER HANAHAKI FIC WITH IZUKU WHUMP I just love seeing my favs go through itđ¤ I've read so many hanahaki fics ud think I'd be used to it but NOPE THIS SHIT HAD ME ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT was ready to downgrade 1 dimension to solve this shitstorm myself
If It's You
summary: âYouâve gotta be fuckinâ kidding me,â Katsuki said. âYou did not just ask meâmeâto try and date your loser step-brother.â
He wasnât even going to say Dekuâs name out loud. Wasnât giving him the time of day, even in a conversation about him. That weird awkward virgin was not worth his precious time, and certainly not what Kirishima was suggesting.
âBut Bakugouuu,â Kirishima wailed, hanging off Katsukiâs arm with monster meathead jock strength. âMy dad said I canât date if Deku doesnât date. Do you understand what that means?â
âLess chance of knocking someone up and creating more of you in the world?â
words: 16,863
chapters: 1/1
notes: 10 things I hate about you but make it bkdk I LOVE THIS SHIT angsty dramatic misunderstanding high school aus are my JAM also somewhat gives off from the sidelines vibes so if ur into that defo read
Down the Red Line
summary: His mom is the first person to know about it. She finds out when Izuku asks ( in a very cute three-year-old way) why canât he see the red line that connected him to Kacchan in the last picture they've taken. The one where they were about to enter Kindergarten on their first day.
"Red line?"
"Yeah, Mamma. This," Little Izuku says, raising his pinky finger to show her the thing tied to it.
Izuku has been able to see the red strings of fate since birth. It's no surprise that his is connected to Katsuki.
words: 7,804
chapters: 1/1
notes: one of my absolute favs since 2021 MAKES ME SO FUKCIN MAD I have to put my phone down and contemplate life for a few mjns while reading it but it's so good??my red string is tied to thjs fic pls
#bakudeku#ao3#bakugou katsuki#bnha#bnha bkdk#bkdk#mha#izuku midoriya#my hero academia#boku no hero academia
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My Kind of Woman
Chapter 4: Route D.
Series Masterlist || Previous Chapter
Series summary - Your song captivates Joel the second he hears you that night in Jackson, but he struggles to work up the courage to confess his feelings. With some (very heavy) encouragement from Ellie and Tommy, you two get closer and closer until he finally thinks heâs ready.
Chapter summary - A mistake from Tommy brings the two of you closer together once more.
A/N: yall know i couldnt let reader and joel be apart for longer than one chapter lmao
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Word count: 3.6k (woo sheâs a big one)
Warnings: language, violence, firearms/weapons, blood, fluff, slight angst, panic attack, the tiniest smidge of some dirty thoughts
DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.
Your day starts off simple. You wake up, brush your teeth, drink some coffee as you watch the sun rise. Then, you wash your mug and head upstairs to-
Loud, incessant banging startles you as you stop in your tracks, turning to the door.
You hear Ellieâs voice from the other side and immediately rush to open it, eyes wide as you take in her dishevelled appearance and the sight of Joel beside her.
âHey.â She smiles sheepishly, knowing you probably donât want to see him right now.
âI knew you wouldnât come out if you heard Joel was here, so.. yeah. Anyway! Some shit happened and they need you to come to the clinic with us.â
Youâd only been half paying attention after you realised her little trick to get you and Joel in proximity again, but your head snapped up when she mentioned the clinic.
âThe clinic? Why? Whatâs going on?â You say hurriedly, already pulling a jacket on.
âTommy, he-â Joel starts, and you look up at him. Heâs surprised when you seem ready to listen, not cutting him off or ignoring him.
You raise your eyebrows and he clears his throat, continuing.
âHe got hurt on patrol.â
You tense up, about to make a break for the clinic when he places a gentle hand on your shoulder, stopping you. You try not to shudder at the contact.
âHeâs fine. It wasnât too bad, we made it back here in time.. But his leg got kind of fucked up and he canât go on patrol for a few weeks, at best.â He says after letting go of you, the three of you all walking towards the clinic now.
âOkay. Okay.â You mutter, exhaling shakily as you try to calm yourself down.
You and Tommy were friends even before Joel came into the equation, but after you and Joel had your little.. disagreement, Joel was constantly asking about you. First he pestered Ellie, and when she got fed up with it and told him to âjust man up and ask her, dudeâ, he went to Tommy.
Tommy then started checking up on you and hanging out with you a little more, and, despite the reason he was doing it, the two of you were now pretty good friends.
Your nose wrinkles as the three of you finally get inside the clinic, the stale smell of chemicals and drying blood invading your nostrils.
A nurse by the door recognises you almost immediately, taking you to see Tommy. To be fair, he doesnât look that bad. But heâs definitely paler than normal and heâs not got that stupid grin on his face like he always does.
You stand at the door, unsure if you should even really be here, now that you think about it. The rest of these guys - Maria, Joel, Ellie - are practically family to him, and youâre just you. Why am I here? You find yourself muttering, ready to turn and leave when Tommy greets you in a weak voice.
âHey.â You say, putting on a brave face. The others step back, having already been with Tommy for a while when he got back. Maria still clutches his hand tight, though.
âWhat did you do this time?â You tease, smirking as you sit beside him.
âYouâre sayinâ that like itâs my fault.â He argues, to which you just raise your brows.
âOkay, it was my fault.â He mutters, going on to explain how he was too busy âyappinâ about somethinâ or otherâ to Joel whilst they were on what was supposed to be an easy patrol. The fact that it was an âeasyâ patrol meant that he was a lot more carefree about it, turning the corner and running straight into a group of raiders.
He laughs about it now, but it was definitely one of the scariest moments in his life. He barely had a second to think before a shot was fired, straight into his thigh. Afterwards, his assailant kicked him in the same leg and brought him to his knees. Joel rushed in, met with the sight, and let his instincts take over.
Something about the way they just trail off after that tells you it wasnât pretty.
âAnyhow.. Joel brought me back and they patched me up, good as new!â Tommy says, managing a little humour as he points at his very limp and bruised leg.
You just nod, giving him another (fake, but hopefully) reassuring smile.
Joel clears his throat as he steps beside you.
âTommy was originally my patrol partner but, uh, since heâs clearly not in the state to do that, he wanted you to join me instead.â He says, trailing off uncomfortably.
You still, taking the words in.
Itâs been a good month now, and the hurt of what Joel did to you has mostly blown over.
Maybe this would be a good chance for the two of you to start over? If he really was just scared to take things any further, maybe this is how you figure out why.
âOkay.â You nod, and he lets out a sigh of relief.
Tommy gives him an âI told you soâ look, before turning to you.
âNext patrol is on Thursday afternoon, so just take it easy âtil then. The route isnât as easy as the one we just did.â He says, getting a small chuckle out of you since clearly the route did not turn out to be as easy as he thought.
âOkay, Tommy, thank you. Get better soon.â You say, before leaving him with his family and returning back home.
â
This time, itâs Thursday morning, and your routine goes along smoothly. You get dressed and head out to the Jackson market, needing to restock on some supplies before patrol since you havenât been on one for a while now.
After lunch, you make your way to the armoury and pick up your weapons - a revolver, a rifle, and a knife you put in your holster.
You make your way to the stables, where you find Joel with his horse. You donât know how to greet him so you just go over to your own mare, May, brushing her hair and feeding her an apple.
âHey.â He finally chokes out from the other side of the room.
âHey.â You say, a little softer. Itâs the first time in ages that the two of you have been alone together, and the first time youâve actually been ready to talk to him normally again.
âYou ready to get goinâ?â You ask after another beat of silence, to which he nods. The two of you set off down the river path on Route D, where a horde of runners was supposedly closing in near one of the checkpoints.
It started off as almost complete silence, save for the sound of your horsesâ hooves and the occasional birdsong drifting through the air, but then you decided to bite the bullet and try to start a conversation with him.
âSo! Howâve you been?â You say at last. You know itâs probably the most basic conversation starter ever used in the history of forever, but you do genuinely want to know what heâs been up to recently.
âUmm⌠fine. Not got much goinâ on, you know how it is.â He mutters, still unable to fully meet your gaze.
You nod, pursing your lips and glancing around as you search for something else to say, feeling the awkwardness clawing its way back to the surface with every passing second.
Joel surprisingly solves the problem for you.
âActually- itâs probably really boring, but, uh, I finished up a pretty big woodworking project last week. âs for Ellieâs birthday.â
âWhat was it?â You ask, intrigued by this new fact youâve learnt about him. He does so much with his hands.. guitar, building, shooting, and now woodworking. For a guy with such big fingers he sure does a lot of intricate work with them. What else could he do with them? You know youâve been having that thought a lot recently, despite not talking to him for ages. Maybe thatâs why youâd been thinking about him so much, especially in your bed at night-
âTurtle duck.â He says, breaking you from your reverie, and you giggle softly.
âA turtle duck? Like, from that cartoon?â
He tries to prevent his heart from bursting at the sight of your smile and the sound of your laugh, knowing he too caused it, but it doesnât work.
âYeah, yeah. She found one of the comic books and, even though sheâs still hooked on them Starlight ones, she thinks theyâre pretty cool. Thought she might like it.â He says, fondness in his tone as he speaks of her, and it makes your heart want to burst too. Heâs such a good father to her. If he is her father. Youâre still not completely sure. You want to find out but you donât know a way to say it, so you push it to the back of your mind for now.
âWhen is her birthday? I feel horrible for not knowing, but..â you ask.
âNo, donât worry âbout it. Itâs in a few weeks, July 23. Told me she never knew her birthday so I let her pick one, and of course she chose that comic ladyâs one.â He grumbles playfully, making you laugh once more.
âWell, I gotta get a gift for her then. What do you think sheâd like? I know sheâs into comics, but you already claimed that, and thereâs also the guitar.. But thatâs all I got.â You hum, brows furrowing as you try to think of something.
âWell, we could always find some stuff for her guitar. Thereâs another patrol route Iâd go on with Tommy, and we passed this old music store âbout a month ago. I reckon we could go and clear it, pick up some stuff.â He says, and you beam at him.
âThat sounds perfect! Thank you, Joel. Youâre sure sheâd like it?â
âI know she would. From people she cares about, she appreciates even the thought. Sheâll love it, sweetheart.â He smiles, not even realising the pet name heâd let slip.
You feel the heat in your cheeks, and bite back a stupid grin of your own when you realise that maybe things are going to be back to normal again.
â
After about another hour of scattered chatter and comfortable silence, you near the checkpoint. Sure enough, you spot mauled carcasses and shattered glass windows along the way, together with some other classic signs of infected inhabitants. If that wasnât enough, you hear the telltale gurgling cries of the creatures, and fall back slightly to devise a plan and stow the horses somewhere safe.
âWe gotta be smart about this. Smart and fast, and quiet.â Joel begins, leaving no time to mess around. âWe donât know how many are in there, and we donât know if there are clickers ânâ whatnot with âem, so we gotta take out as many runners as possible without making a sound. Then we work on any clickers. Got it?â He asks, finally looking back up at you.
âYeah. Jusâ needa make some more shivs and then we can get going.â You reply, taking your backpack off to get the supplies you need and starting to make a few, hoping you wonât need them but knowing you probably will. Itâs not common to get a horde of runners without a handful of clickers thrown in there.
âOkay, Iâm ready.â You say as you stand back up, zipping your jacket up and making sure the collar covers your neck. Itâs a precaution you take which has really saved you from getting bitten there before. Such a simple thing, you wonder why itâs not a common practice by now.
He nods, and you exit the garage, securing any doors before heading over to the overrun buildings. There are two on the left and three on the right, with a few stragglers further down the road. Joel takes the stragglers on the left, and you take the ones on the right. He always seemed to favour his left, for some reason, even though he was right handed, and it always felt like he didnât hear you properly when you were on his right. Was he really that old that he was going deaf? You briefly pondered as you met back in the middle to discuss what comes next, wiping the blackened blood off of your blade.
âI reckon we go a building at a time, clear a floor each. That way we can get to eachother quick, if need be, and we donât get overwhelmed if there turn out to be more than we thought.â He decides, and you agree with him, before the two of you head off to the left buildings of the street. Itâs mostly runners, but there were 3 clickers which you had some close calls with. The two of you managed to clear that side, looting the buildings afterwards and making your way to the right.
The first building also goes fine, but you think you notice spores between the first and second ones, holding your hand up and stopping Joel. You make your way back to him, whispering about what youâve seen, and the two of you pull your gas masks on.
A shaky exhale from you pierces the air as you enter the second building, guns raised, Joel turning left and making his way down the hall, as you take the right.
A runner stands at the end of the hallway, limping around, and you know you need to be fast about this. If it turns around, itâll scream at the sight of you, and youâll be dead.
Your swiftness works out as you stab the infected in the throat, but your eyes widen when you realise thereâs a clicker directly facing you, about 10 feet away from you.
You find yourself forgetting how to breathe and holding your breath impulsively, but maybe thatâs a good thing, since youâd surely be hyperventilating by now if you could.
The corpse starts to grow heavy in your hands, and you muster up all of your strength to half-carry, half-drag, the thing behind the corner of the wall. Of course, the slight shuffling of your footsteps piques the clickerâs curiosity, and you hear the low croaks coming from its mouth as it ambles over towards you, giving you about 5 seconds to come up with a plan.
Your knife. If you can get a good grip on it, then your knife will be able to finish it off for you. But how would you get a grip on it when itâs directly facing you?
No time to question that now, since the clicker is literally right in front of you.
It tenses up, opening its mouth as it gets ready to screech, and you know you have to kill it now.
You rush forward as quickly and quietly as you can, trying not to cry from the sheer fear you're experiencing as its hands reach for you, sidestepping and getting behind it, stabbing it in the neck once, twice, before holding the knife there until it bleeds to death in your hands.
You take a moment to calm your breathing before moving on to the other rooms on your side. Another clicker, which youâre much more prepared for, and 6 runners, all taken down stealthily.
Youâre carefully making your way over to Joelâs side when you hear it. A bang, a crash, and the loud, terrifying roar of a bloater.
Holy fuck, you think, this is the day I die. Because youâve never taken on a bloater before, not many people have, and you donât know if Joel has either. But you know you have to help him either way. It seems to be in his area, and you just start running, gun out, nothing to lose.
You hear it down a hallway, and dart into a room on the side, hoping itâll run past you and you can get a shot on it from behind. You, again, try to calm your breathing as the heavy thuds of its footsteps get closer and closer, your body rigid as you clutch your gun tight.
It pauses, and your life flashes before your eyes when you think it starts turning towards you, but it just continues down the hallway.
Then you make what could possibly be the biggest mistake of your life.
You cock your gun.
And the thing roars again, before itâs charging towards you. You scream, you canât help it, and start running.
You have to get out, find some sort of space so you can actually take a fucking shot at it without dying, but you donât know how. Itâll charge at you in the time it takes to actually fire a shot, and youâre trying not to cry as you hear it behind you. You turn into a room, dart around, before slowing down and trying to be quiet. Itâs a few rooms over, but you can still hear it, and as you try to focus on pinpointing its location, a hand covers your mouth from behind.
You start flailing, about to jam your gun into your attackerâs stomach, when Joelâs low voice whispers in your ear.
âItâs just me. Calm down.â He soothes, slowly releasing you.
You could cry at the sight of him, are surprised you havenât already, staring at him with wide eyes.
âYou ever taken down one of these before?â He asks quietly, nodding towards the direction of the bloater, and you shake your head.
âOkay, well I have, and hereâs what weâre gonna do. Iâll come up from behind and fire at it a few times, try hit its legs so it canât run at us. Then youâre gonna throw one of these at it from the other side, and start firinâ too.â He says, handing you a nail bomb. You were surprised he just had one of these, but you donât question it right now, taking it from him with shaky hands.
âYou gotta be careful with it, okay? Donât be accidentally settinâ it off or somethinâ.â He tells you, and you just nod, eyes still wide. He meets your gaze and softens a little.
âI know youâre scared, darlinâ, but just trust me on this.â
âOkay.â You whisper, finally finding your voice.
âOkay.â He repeats, nodding and standing up.
You stand up too and you find the bloater again with him, watching as he approaches it from behind, grabbing the nail bomb and bracing yourself. You have to do this exactly how he said or it wonât work out.
He fires, the bloater screams, and you throw the bomb, wincing as it shakes the entire building with its blast.
You go onto autopilot as you pull out your rifle, firing round after round, trying to kill it before it can charge at either of you, Joel doing the same with his shotgun.
You barely realise the thing is dead as you continue firing, going to reload when you realise itâs gone completely still.
Your body is still rigid and tense when Joel approaches you, lowering your gun and directing your gaze back to him.
âYou okay?â
âYeah.â You whisper, voice weak.
âLetâs go, then.â He mumbles, knowing youâre definitely not okay right now.
You loot this building before clearing the last one, it being pretty empty save for the 4 runners you take down, and head back to the horses. Youâre still moving on autopilot as you untie your mare when Joelâs palm comes to your shoulder. You jolt at the contact, relaxing a little when you remember itâs just Joel, and he sighs.
âLook at me.â He says, and you turn slowly, chin trembling as you meet his soft gaze.
âAre you okay?â He asks again, slower this time, and you just shake your head as your tears start to fall.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, fuck-â you mutter, wiping your eyes and digging the heel of your palm into them to try stop any more tears, finding yourself starting to hyperventilate and get overwhelmed as all the panic in your body finally gets released.
âItâs okay. Câmere.â He says quietly, opening his arms for you, which you gladly step into.
âItâs okay.â He repeats for you, holding you tight. It grounds you, feeling him like this, warm and big and safe.
The tears eventually stop and you sniffle quietly, pulling back and wiping your face.
âIâm sorry.â
âDonât apologise, darlinâ. Itâs scary to take one of those things, even after doing it multiple times. I was real fuckinâ scared too.â
âYou were scared?â You murmur, having not sensed that from him at all. Guess thatâs just how he was, stoic and determined whenever thereâs a threat like that.
âYeah,â he nods, âdidnât want y- didnât want either of us gettinâ hurt.â And there it is. He was more scared because he had you to protect, as well. Heâs a natural protector, and when it comes to someone that he lov- that he cares about, it makes things ten times scarier for him. Knowing a mistake from him could mess it all up. Like before.
âWell.. thank you. For keeping us safe back there. And for.. this.â You say quietly, wiping your face once more before returning to your mare.
The two of you ride back to town after filling out the log book, in another silence. It isnât awkward, and Joel knows you probably still need some quiet time to process everything, but he does try talking to you again once youâve made it back to the stables.
âYou alright now?â He asks quietly, as the two of you return your weapons.
âI will be. Thank you, Joel.â You say with a small smile, the most you can manage right now.
âOkay. Good work today, darlinâ. Iâll see ya âround.â He says, before leaving the room.
Things are going to be okay.
Thank you sm for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated <3
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shinsou hitoshi with a golden retriever gf đđ˝ also i lob u s much đ
Book Title: Shinso x Golden Retriever!Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Book Format: headcanons
Summary: see request!
Prompt Used: none
Content Warnings: shinso is barely in this but I needed to get something out, you/your mainly used to reference reader, fem!reader, I gave reader an honestly pretty neat quirk, not canon compliant, I turned a couple points in the show into things for Shinso and reader instead of Izuku and whoever else, Shinsoâs leg is hurt for a bit, reader has parents that support her but theyâre barely talked about
Authorâs Notes: huhuhuu I lob u too𼚠whyâd u have to move SAUR FAR for stupid collegeđ n e way, FIRST OFFICIAL FIC-ADJACENT THING ON THE NEW ACCOUNT WOOHOOâźď¸ Brought to you by none other than my totally legit wife irl. This is probably (definitely) gonna suck, especially since Iâve never written for Shinso but eh whatever. Iâll probably have to make a part 2 at some point because as far as Iâve gotten, heâs kinda barely in it BUT ENJOY IT ANYWAY
Iâll be so fr rn, most of what I know about Shinso is very fanonđ§
but thatâs totally fine
still love mah boy
anyway, if anyone knows anything about me then they know grumpy x sunshine and any adjacent tropes is one of my favorites
Shinso and his golden retriever gf are the prime example of this
BRO IMAGINE A MIDAS TOUCH TYPE QUIRK
Like if you activate your quirk and touch someone with your hands, they basically freeze in time instantly and turn to gold. Then if you touch them a second time with your quirk activated they unfreeze. A drawback could be like if you start to overuse your quirk, your fingertips turn to gold and the longer you overuse the farther up your arms the good freezes you then you have to wait for it to creep back down.
So I like to think that you two met during the entrance exam, but not the fighting part, the written part
(Weâre switching the order of the tests for plot purposes)
It was just after the written part had finished and the two of you were sat down next to each other
Lets say you didnât do the best and kept turning your pencil to gold for a bit by accident, so you barely even managed to finish
So youâre grumbling to yourself as yall are all sitting there waiting for the tests to be collected and yall to be dismissed
He probably didnât think it was that hard, so you grumbling is making him raise an eyebrow
He hears you muttering about your âstupid quirkâ and he feels the need to ask you what you meanđ¤đ
So you explain to him what went on and he decides to try and ease your worries a bit.
âThis isnât the biggest part of the test, so⌠donât stress out over it too much. Itâs the physical test youâve got to worry about. From what you say about your quirk, youâre bound to get in.â
This gets a lil smile out of you so you thank him and introduce yourself. He pretends to reluctantly give you his name, not wanting to seem too eager or smt idk
You basically talk his ear off the whole time yall are waiting to be dismissed and he just sits there and like. listens to every word
not even consciously, he just genuinely takes in every word you say
yapper (future) gf đ¤ listener (future) bf
Finally yall are dismissed and as you walk away, you turn back to him and give him a smile that he swears wouldâve burned his corneas had yall been in the sun.
âGood luck on the physical exam, Shinso! I better see you in UA when I make it, too!â
He would take this to his GRAVE but his heart fluttered a bit
He nodded and gave an awkward and small smile back, wishing you luck quietly too before you practically skip off
Speaking of skip, jumping to the physical exam
Youâre assigned to the same training ground as Shinso, and when you spot him in the waiting group you immediately get to his side and start yappin as per usual
âOh my gosh! Shinso, youâre in this group too? Thatâs so cool! Maybe Iâll get to see your quirk in use! I hope my quirk doesnât end up hurting someone somehow-â yappayappayappa
Itâs finally time for yall to start and you donât get to see him during the test
Youâre doing pretty good, getting the bots into spots that theyâll tip over and break once you turn them to gold, but itâs nothing compared to some people
You start to get a bit nervous as you run around and find everyone else fighting bots but none are left for you to take down
Thatâs when the 0 point robot is released
Its insanely huge, and everyone else starts running away from it
You start to as well but thatâs when you see Shinso hurt and in the robotâs way
At this point, youâve already done enough at once to get your fingers gold up to the second knuckle so they can barely bend
You canât just sit there and watch as heâs crushed by the robot so of course like the hero youâre going to be, you run forward and start to try and get one of his arms over your shoulder - which is a LOT harder than you might think it is without full articulation of your fingers
of course heâs over here like âď¸âď¸âď¸ confused as to why youâre choosing to save him instead of just getting yourself to safety
Still, he takes the help and stands as best as he can on one leg with most of his weight on your shoulder
You help him get away as fast as the two of you can but the robot is faster
However, just before the robot gets too close to the two of you, the signal for the end of the test sounds and the robot freezes in place
Perfect timing too, because immediately after, the two of you donât have enough strength to keep yourselves upright and you two fall side by side
Skip forward a little more again, probably a couple weeks later
You feel like you didnât get enough points in the practical exam to get into UA, so when the letter finally comes to tell you whether or not you got in, you donât have high hopes
you take out the small gadget, setting in on the living room table as you sit on the couch with your parents anxiously watching behind you
Thatâs when youâre surprised to see ALL MIGHT of all people announcing your rejection or acceptation
He tells you that your writing scores were just enough to pass that part of the exam, but you didnât quite get enough points from bringing down robots to pass
Your heart and head drop as he tells you that and your parents start to console you, until he continues
âYou may not have gotten quite enough points to pass the exam based on defeating robots. However-â
Your head shoots back up at that
âdefeating robots wasnât the only thing the judges were looking for. Rescue points were also involved.â The clip switches from All Mightâs ever-smiling face to a recording from the exam ground. It shows everyone else start to run away, but zooms in on you running back to save Shinso. âThis feat of bravery and pure heroism was enough to boost your scores up to passing, and exceeds many others who chose to ignore everyone else while defeating the robots.â
You start to get emotional as he continues once more.
âCongratulations, dear student. You are officially accepted into UA and will join other students in Class 1-A, the hero course! Go beyond Plus Ultra!â
As the hologram ends, the three of you sit in stunned silence before excitement overtakes you all and you celebrate your acceptance.
Your mind starts to drift towards Shinso. You barely saw him during the test, so you donât even know how many points he got You really hope you get to see him in UAâŚ
Skipping forward again, itâs the first day of the school year and you stand outside the door to your classroom
it already sounds like chaos as you walk in, but you see a lot of very impressive looking students in your class
One has motors in his legs, one has several arms, one is very very pink, etc
But youâre slightly disappointed as you look around and fail to see Shinso among the students. You feel a sinking feeling in your stomach, worried that he might not have gotten into UA at all.
But that feeling is squashed after the first few classes of the day are over, and itâs time for lunch!
When you walk in to the lunchroom talking to the very pink student â Mina, youâve learned â you spot a messy head of purple hair sitting a table of students but looking disinterested
You tell Mina youâll see her later as you make your way over to Shinso, smiling happily as you greet himâŚ
Librarianâs Footnote: IT TOLD ME I RAN OUT OF SPACE FOR TEXT IN THE BLOCK??? It wouldnât let me save my draft so I have to cut this short until I can figure this stuff out :( Iâll make a part two eventually! Iâm sorry heâs barely in this đ
#shinso hitoshi#shinso x reader#shinso x y/n#shinso x you#shinso mha#Shinso one shot#Shinso oneshot#Mha#mha x reader#boku no hero academia#boku no hero acedamia#MHA shinso#hitoshi shinsou#hitoshi x reader#shinsou x reader#đŚMy Original Stories
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THOSE ARE SOOO GOOD EZP THE CORNFLAKEZ GRRR
mine would probably beee the pandan cakez .. OH and durian candy even tho that doeznt count as kuih teehee .. <333
the best thing about eid handz down is the makanan dan duit raya .. youre tellin me i get free food AND free money ??? dope đĽđĽđĽđĽ
FRRRR IT'S THE BEST BAHAH
what's your favourite kuih btw!! mine's the chocolate with the peanuts in it, pineapple tarts, and the CLASSIC honey covered cornflakes đđ
#killz rb#hello mutual paperd#i hope u are having a gnarly eid#my dude#<33#our mootz watchin us talk like#â?? the fuck yall yappin abtâ#BAHAHA
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The Henry boss fight in DSAF 3 while cool and very interestin, is also kinda funny to me now that I think about it. Cuz like imagine you're ready to fight this guy that ruined all of you and your friends' lives, and suddenly, he just starts psychoanalizin yall. Like dawg, what're you doin. Quit yappin oh my God, FIGHT, THROW HANDS, SHOOT SOMEONE, DO LITERALLY ANYTHIN OTHER THAN THAT. They can just ignore you bro I know I sure as hell would.
"You're a terrible person who pushes people away cuz you're afraid of bein reliant on people and gettin your heart broken when they inevitably leave you." Yeah dude I already fuckin know that. Are you stupid? What is this supposed to be? Therapy?? Can you quit bein a coward and throw a punch for fucks sake
#all that bein said i do genuinely like the Henry boss fight#i think its very cool and im glad its in the game#this is no hate at all to it just a silly joke#dayshift at freddy's#dsaf#dsaf henry#dsaf 3#dusty yaps
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DHMIS- The Yappining! 2/6 - Yellow
i diddnt know who to fully start with! so i decided yellow was my first victim.
Yellow is a very interesting character. he tends to play into the "Dumb yet sweet" character trope. but the steady reveal that this cannot be farther from the truth is amazing.
I feel him and his reflection could mean alot of things. and i believe it does. a part of me thought it could resemble the two sad sides of neurodivergent Youth. "The gifted" and "The trouble maker" gifted kids tend to be given to much pressure to succeed and troubled ones are ignored or just pushed aside.
i don't think the car killed him, just hurt inside and out. Causing a drift within an already possibly drifting family. (Perhaps this switch disappointed some. or made others go mad.) I think the gravestone and mirror could simply mean that version of him is dead. someone who cant be brought back. He's still the same, just not the way others might have wanted him to be.
The batteries could be a metaphor for meds. or hell he could be a cyborg. I mean his dad made a computer that just spawned bitches so i wouldn't put it past him.
the show or the world their stuck within tried to paint yellow stupidly. However he is quite emotionally intelligent. the world tries to paint him as useless but he isn't. I like the idea that yellow can read people very well. he can understand them in ways that make him super helpful, however he has issues with words and thought, often stumbling over himself.
his kindness and optimism is both a blessing and a curse. it makes him easy to control, but it also makes him a sense of stability and comfort.
he is such an interesting character!. a melancholy character. a sunshine behind a cloud. from a blind and innocent lad within the web series to a more dependable one later on. he has much to overcome, we can only hope he may.
But lets get into the-
-RELATIONSHIP VIEWS-
Red: Yellow and red are a very interesting pair. i feel as though yellow likes red. but he can read him, probably better than red can even read himself. Yellow can sense he is a ticking time bomb. that despite his quiet, he is breaking. so yellow is distant, keeping himself always a few steps away, just in case. He trusts red, its hard not to feel a little protected with a big fellow around. but yellow can just sense it. that red could snap, and that trust might break too.
Duck: THATS HIS RIDE OR DIE RIGHT THERE!. his ride or die! yellow loves duck, and feels a sense of comfort from him i think. I like to believe that duck might have even been a non related uncle of sorts. the brain fog may persist but you never forget that one guy whose never related to yall but still shows up. They are chaotic and i love them. while yellow can read people very well but cannot speak very well. Duck cannot read people for shit BUT BOY, IS HE LOUD N PROUD. They are two puzzle pieces together. pure chaotic opposites. This may cause big fights between the two but oddly enough i feel there's potential for the two to work really well together too. What im saying is PLEASE PLEASE IF WE GET ANOTHER SEASION I WANT TO SEE DUCK AND YELLOW HAVE THIER OWN ADVENTURE AND ITS CHAOTIC AND MESSY AND FUNNY AS FUCK PLEASE!!-
Roy: Roy is more sad. yellow loves him, yet that love is not mutual. and if it was it wasn't true families love, as it never stayed. Yellow flinches when Roy shows up in family. Yet he still wants to believe he came for him. Maybe yellow will realize this. that even though he loves him, He's not a good puppet person.
Lesley: This is interesting. If we are to believe she is his mother. he surely doesn't remember her. He Seems uncomfortable within her presence and skittish. But he stays and tries to be sweet. Maybe the reason he seems so skittish around her is because she might be the only creature he cant read that well. She's a mystery, her minds a mystery her everything is an enigma. Even to him. I don't think he remembers her at all. But one things for sure, even in the face of the unknown my boy aint rude.
EXTRA YAP JUST FOR YOU GUYS <3 !!!!!!!!!!
Yellow and clayhill-
Even though clay hill issnt cannon in the slightest and is played as a joke for all the older fans and the creators themselves IM A FREAKAZOID OK? IM INSANE! (i made a small headcannon weird thingy about yellow guy and clayhill to fit clayhill and its "Inexistence" into the series.) BEACUSE IM A MAD MAN OK!!?
I thought of the idea of clayhill being yellows little fanfiction (Babes first fanfiction!! he's following in the footsteps of his eldritch world building parents / guardians!!! <3 ) Yellow used it as a way to vent his little brain foggy daja vu head away.
Ill go though what i remeber clayhills plot line to be. Key thing is remember because I live in the US and i learned off of word of mouth mostly.
Its yellows ideal situation. hes with the other two. they are safe in a town with neighbors and people who love them and see them. Red is calmer, duck is more joyous. its yellows birthday today!. But a mean key comes to life and the mayor is missing.
Duck follows the key and is manipulated and hurt by steave. Yellows venting his frustrations with ducks blind following of the world even though it hurts him. but he understands, its because some of the objects are just so mean. Red runs away, Yellows venting his fears or daja vu like feeling that red will run away. leaving him all alone. He understands it might be for the greater good (finding the mayor) but he is still scared.
Yellow on the other hand, Gets a make over, he outsmarts an object. he finds a way to rescue duck and find red. to save the entire town and have his birthday party at home!. and i believe someone said the age on his badge changed from 38 to 48?
well if it did that might be yellow wishing to be older. Thinking if he was older he could control more things, talk better. Help more often. So in this world. everyday his is birthday, everyday he gets older. everyday he is seen and in control.
But This level of escapism doesn't really work for Lesley/Roy. so whenever they can they remind him that clay hill isn't real. it never was. and it never will be.
#yapping#Like a pro#Hope my rambleings make sense here. this is jsut a jumble of my simple yellows thoughts and ideas.#If you read this far. thank you! hope you enjoyed my silly puppet ted talk. lmao#dhmis#drawing#dhmis yellow guy#dhmis yellow#dhmis headcanons#dhmis theory's#dont hug me im scared#dont hug me i'm scared#PERSY-R-BOZO DHMIS YAP ESSAY
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Helloooo just fun yapping questions do you have a favourite transformers guy!! Or alternatively do yall have like a favourite starscream version hfhshshsj still thinking about the 6?? 7??? Starscreams people sent in for the cats
Oh yeah, you know it. YAPPIN TIME!!!
1. my favourite character in transformers is Whirl. If I hadnât made that obvious BAHBSHS. Heâs a lil goober and I love. I do have a lot of other characters that I really live though like Tarantulas, Grimlock, Ratchet, First Aid, Cheetor ect. Kinda awsom!!
2. Starscream used to be my fave, soâŚmy fave Starscream? Uhhhh. Probably Armada Starscream. I think he went kinda crazy. He was so deep.
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oh i don't care what yall yappin about lucas ATE that song and people who didn't like it are just mad
my boy is back and i couldn't be happier
live laugh love lucas
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