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Arms (pt.2)

Miles scrambled through his window, almost tripping in the process.

“H-Hobie! Hey man—what are you, um, what are you doing here?” Miles stuttered as he practically ripped the sketch book out of Hobie’s hands.

Surprisingly, Hobie didn’t fight to keep the book. Even more surprisingly, he didn’t look disgusting, disappointed, weirded out, scared, horrified, or any of the other possible outcomes Miles thought would’ve happened if Hobie found out he drew pictures of his very defined muscles on a daily basis.

Well—that’s going a bit far. Miles drew them often, but not every day. Wait did he draw them every day?

He was brought out of his thoughts by the British accent the man in front of him possessed.

“I was jus’ poppin’ in. Comin’ ta see if you were ‘ere.” Hobie replied. He had either a small malicious smile on his face, or a smirk. Miles couldn’t really tell. He was too busy pressing the closed book to his chest like his life depended on it.

“Cool, cool. Why, uh, were you lookin at my sketch book?” Miles tried to seem cool, and chill about it, but by the way Hobie’s smirk grew bigger, he was definitely failing.

Hobie casually stepped closer as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Eh, ya left it wide open on your desk. Couldn’t help myself.”

“Valid excuse. But why would you go through someone’s personal things! That’s snooping y’know.” Miles scolded him with little to no heat behind his voice, as he cautiously set his closed sketch book down again.

Hobie held his hands up in surrender and he stepped to the side slightly. “My bad sweet’eart, won’t happen again.” He calmly stated as he lowered his hands back into his pockets.

Miles mutters a small, “Good.” Before the room goes silent. Miles was looking everywhere but Hobie, so he blatantly missed the way Hobie’s lips curled into a huge smirk.

“So.. you like my arms, huh love?”

Those words alone were enough to make Miles freeze, heat creeping up his neck and onto his face. He stared at Hobie wide-eyed for a moment as he stuttered on what to say.

Hobie barked out a laugh and placed his hand on Miles shoulder, completely not helping with the heat in Miles’ face.

Hobie leaned in close, his voice vibrating as he says, “Been thinkin’ about them for a while, no?”

Miles would be lying if he said he didn’t let out the most embarrassing squeak ever at that.

Hobie chuckled as he slowly leaned away from Miles’ flushed face.

“Your adorable love. I gotta get goin’ though, I’ll see ya around, yeah?” Hobie said as he maneuvered his was over to the window.

A small, “Yep!” Was all that left Miles’ mouth before Hobie climbed out and swung away.

Miles stood there dumbfounded for quite a while.

And if for some reason after that Hobie started leaning into Miles more, wrapping is arms and hands around his body, and overall getting closer to him, nobody mentioned it.

(Second mini fic ever! Woo!! Also dramatically writing the British accent into Hobie’s speech makes me happy. So just don’t mention it😀)

Arms

Hobie was strong. Miles knew that. Heck, everyone knew that!

He was able to catch cars flying towards him at high speeds with ease, he was able to lift a hand full of civilians across an entire town if he wanted too!

Spider-man is strong, obviously, I mean Miles is able to catch flying metal while he swings around in battle, and Pav- Omg, Pav is insanely buff. Miles genuinely thought he was on steroids for a minute when he first met him, that’s how buff he is.

But something about Hobie is… different?

That sounds cliche, Miles knows, but it’s true. For some reason, Miles couldn’t get Hobie’s strong arms out of his head!

The way his hand practically wraps around Miles’ entire waist, how heavy but comforting his arm feels when it’s looped around Miles’ neck and onto his shoulder.

Needless to say, Miles was obsessed. When he would doodle Hobie in his notebook, he’d prioritize the defined muscles on his arms. He’d even spent time drawing those magnetic arms around a human-like figure.

Miles was never going to admit how he was going to draw himself in place of the figure, but decided against it since someone could easily just open his notebook and find out that Miles has definitely been dreaming about Hobie and his arms.

Miles was aware he liked Hobie, he was aware he was Bi, (After some help from Pav and Gwen to figure it out and make him feel comfortable with the label) but Damn. He really was down bad this time.

So you can imagine the horror when Miles came home from a mission, only to find Hobie in his room with those rough hands on his open notebook.

Imma make a part two later on, it’s late for me rn and I have barely slept all week-

(Link to Pt.2 will be here once posted :D)

JUNE 30TH BUT HAPPY GAY MONTH MY FELLOW HOPELESS ROMANTICS!

that’s it :)

I just remembered I have a Tumblr account and decided to actually start posting so I started with a very late, “Happy pride month!”

Love u all <3

Hi I’m new around here and this is my tribute to PunkFlower >:]

(So I imagine like Peter B. And Miguel being “second dad”s to Miles, and not liking the fact that Hobie is always around Miles because they think he’s a bad influence, and they see how Hobie flirts with Miles. And Miles is just oblivious to everything around him😂)

(Also in this AU they smoothed everything out, defeated The Spot, and Miguel’s “elite strike team” is still in business, working on catching future anomalies)

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Miles was about to step through the portal when he felt a web hit his back. He was pulled back roughly and he turned to see Peter and Miguel standing there, staring at him.

Miguel: “Where do you think your going?”

Miles: “Uhh to Hobie’s dimension? We were gonna hang out today and-“

Peter: “No. I will not have my first son hanging around a punk like him.”

Miles: *Really really confused* “What???”

Miguel: “For once, I agree with Peter. You’re staying here.”

Miles tried disagreeing, but the portal closed and Miguel started dragging him away. Peter followed and refused to answer any of Miles’ questions. Eventually Miguel forced Miles to sit at a table and do his homework as Miguel and Layla worked on other things.

Miles ended up secretly texting Hobie through his watch (it’s a new feature Peni helped add) and saying Miguel and Peter won’t let him leave the spider-society so he can’t come. Hobie just sends question marks back, then a few minutes later a portal appears and the punk steps out. Miguel never really liked Hobie in the first place, and just glares at him as he walks over to Miles and sits down next to him.

Hobie: “ ‘Ello luv, whado ya say we get outa ‘ere yeah?”

Miles: *Smiling like an idiot* “Yes please!”

Miguel doesn’t even stop them as another portal appears and Miles steps through. Hobie winks cockily at Miguel with a stupid smirk before turning and following Miles.

Once they’re at Hobie’s place, Miles says he feels like his older brother just picked him up from school early for no reason and Hobie just laughs :] Also you know damn well Hobie’s gonna come into the spider-society a few days later, arm lazily slug around Miles, smirking at Miguel and Peter as he walks in. (And yes Miles is oblivious and just keeps talking like nothing’s happening)

(pls help I’m obsessed with atsv and my friends are starting to get tired of me talking about it all the time💀)

(Also I’m a beginner writer and would love tips and suggestions for what to write next!!)