Hobie Brown X Reader - Blog Posts

Heartthrob to Heartbreaker

Hobie Brown x Civilian!F!Reader

Tags: Fluff, slight angst, established relationship, hidden identity, slight stalking, pinning to bed, neck kisses

Summary: Hobie and you have been dating for 10 months but you haven’t met his second identity, and so when he begins to follow you around, and gift you flowers as Spider-Punk, you can’t help but be creeped out. At one point he gets a bit too close, forgetting that, to you, he was a stranger, causing you to panic when a media article paints you two as a couple… you worry what Hobie thinks

A/n: Inspired this work by @tenaciousduckpoetry. Specifically her idea of:

“Flirtatious! Hobie who shamelessly flirts with you as Spider-Punk to the point where news articles are written about spider-punks mystery s/o”.

Enjoy meine Lieben!

You and Hobie had been dating for roughly 10 months, although he didn’t like labels he found his ways of making it clear that he still saw you as his girlfriend, and loved being your boyfriend. You’d spend most nights at his place, cuddled up in his arms while watching a movie, or lying on his lap reading a book while he played his guitar.

You loved spending all the time you could with your boyfriend, preferring to be in his home over anywhere else. Especially since recently you’ve been catching the attention of your city’s spider-punk. He’d often ‘bump into you’ during his missions, accidentally pay for your daily coffee before you even get to the cafe, you’d even catch him watching you through your windows when you were at work.

You tense when you hear a soft tap on your window, seeing as you were on the 10th story you knew exactly who it was. You turn your head and see a familiar face, hanging in a spiderweb hammock, with his head in his hands and looking at you.

You stand up and sigh, walking to the window and looking at him unimpressed. He just gives you an exaggerated wink and watches you, the soft roundness of the eyes of his mask, and the way they look into your own coming across as affectionate. As if he was looking at you in adoration.

You reach for the chain of the blind, closing it on his face. You can hear a soft huff from behind the glass, watching his shadow disappear from behind the blind. You smile and go to sit back down at your desk, hoping to get back to work.

Throughout the rest of the day you spot the spikes of his mask poking over windowsills, or can see remnants of his webs on the pillars outside the building. You try to ignore all of it and just focus on your work, seeing as it was an important project due in a few days.

When you finally leave the office the receptionist stops you, calling you over. “Mrs! Before you head out, someone dropped these off” you give her a look of confusion but she then holds up a bouquet of flowers, a variety of wildflowers, not one of them looking identical to another.

You couldn’t help but immediately think of Hobie, knowing he’d give you something so inconsistent. You give her a smile and grab the bouquet, admiring it. She then adds “The rather tall gentlemen looked quite similar to our spider-punk” she winks at you and you blush, your smile dropping at the reveal that it wasn’t from Hobie.

“O-oh?” You say and she just nods. You press your lips into a fine line, but then smile at her before leaving. “Thank you Julie” she smiles and then has you chuckling softly as she adds “Of course, more than happy to deliver your secret admirer’s gifts”

You walk out of the building, looking around. So sure you would see him on the walls of the building, or hanging off a street lamp. But he wasn’t there, you let out a sigh of relief and begin to walk to Hobie’s place.

You relaxed the more time that passed without seeing Spider-Punk. On the way home you pass by a restaurant with empty vases on the outdoor tables. You pop your head in and get permission from the owner to put the flowers in the vases.

You spend a few minutes separating the flowers into groups and placing them in the vases. You then let out a sigh, dusting your hands and walking off. You didn’t want to come home with flowers from a stranger, especially when you were going to your boyfriend’s apartment.

When you’re roughly 10 minutes away from Hobie’s place, you hear footsteps behind you, they’re quiet but get closer to you. Just when you turn your head to see who it was, Spider-Punk moves to stand in front of you. The shock of him being so close causes you to step back, pressing your body against the brick wall of a building.

His face is an inch from yours, causing you to blush a deep red as your eyes go wide. “Hey love” he says and you swear his tone was eerily familiar… but you brush it off and decide to focus on getting back to Hobie. “H-hi… sorry but I need to go.” You go to walk off but he places a hand on the wall, leaning over you, simultaneously blocking your path.

“Oh yeah?” He says and tilts his head, you watch as he eyes you up and down and your unease turns to anger and irritation. The way this stranger was looking at you had you uncomfortable. “Yeah. To my boyfriend” your tone was stern, and your expression dropped to indifference.

He lets out a chuckle which vibrates through your body, it felt teasing, almost mocking. He leans in closer, tilting his head slightly to whisper in your ear. “Boyfriend? Hm isn’t he a lucky man?” The way his breathe tickles the sensitive part of your neck through his mask had you blushing again. You place your hands against the wall behind you, trying to ground yourself.

Before you could respond there’s a flash sound next to you, turning your head you notice a few people having spotted the scene and taking photos. The flash coming from a paparazzi. Once you spot them you can hear a soft scoff leave Spider-Punk as he pulls back from your neck, turning to look at the paparazzi as well.

It’s then that a few people run up to the two of you, asking… no, shouting their questions at you and Spider Punk. Ranging from “Care to comment on your relationship?!” to “Spider-Punk, who’s this little bird?” You stand there, frozen in place, all the attention having you like a deer in headlights.

It’s when Spider-Punk leans towards the paparazzi and says “Well… this here is my little bird” that the people start shouting more questions, getting louder, but you ignore it as you look at the Spider with a incredulous expression. You scoff and then lean forward, so you’re talking directly into his ear “I’m not your bird. I’m taken asshole”

He turns his head towards you, and you swear you can sense a smirk under his mask, you just scowl at him and then shove him off you. It earns a few ‘ooo’s and you then stomp off, brows still furrowed as you continue to make your way to Hobie’s apartment.

Just as you’re around the corner from his place, your phone begins to buzz. You assume it’s a message from Hobie, asking where you are, but instead it’s from a friend. A, seemingly, hastily typed message in all caps, with an attached link.

You open the message and you stop in your tracks as you read it. ‘OMG I LOVE HOBIE BUT I DIDNT KNOW HE WAS AN OPTION?!?’ You open the link quickly, it led you to an article. You read the headline with shaking hands, causing the phone to shake as well… it caused your breath to catch in your throat.

‘Heartthrob turns to Heartbreaker; Spider-Punk spotted with Secret Sweetheart!’ You then see the photo of you and Spider-Punk from a few minutes ago. You notice how it was front page news, as you look at more news websites, and just see that photo and over again. Then reading how they quoted him calling you ‘His little bird’.

Your mind immediately thinks of Hobie… what was he thinking seeing this? You then start sprinting, your heart beat quickening as you get closer to Hobie’s apartment. You finally reach it, running up the stairs and going to open the door, fumbling with your keys from your nerves before finally getting it in the lock.

You swing the door open and throw off your shoes, running into his bedroom and spotting him lying on the bed. When you run in, breathing heavily, his eyes focus on you, placing his phone on the bed and standing up. “Oi, love what’s wrong? You alright?” He walks up to you, placing his hands on your shoulders.

You look at his phone on the bed and see he had the article open, you then can’t help as your eyes well up. You grab his hands in yours, holding them in front of you as you begin to ramble, trying to explain what happened, your breathing turning shaky.

“Hobie listen it’s not what it looks like! I-I don’t know him, I don’t know why he’s so obsessed with me! I swear I didn’t know he was going to do that… he was just following me after work! I swear Hobie!” Your words begin to break, soft sobs leaving you as you feel a few tears slide down your cheeks, blazing a trail for more to follow.

Your hands were shaking, you were looking into Hobie’s eyes, desperately trying to find whether he was angry, or felt betrayed, or wanted to break up with you. The thought of losing him because of some stranger had your mind reeling “please… you have to believe me” your voice getting weaker, more quiet.

Hobie’s face drops, turning serious, and appearing guilty. “Aw love… come’ere” he lets go of your hands, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you tightly against his chest. “I believe you…” he rubs your back comfortingly, kissing your head as you begin to cry harder.

You close your eyes, crying into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso, feeling safe in your boyfriend’s chest. “Take deep breaths for me yeah?” His voice was soft, trying to calm you with his words. You nod softly and then start to take deep breathes, feeling your heartbeat finally slow.

“There… that’s a good girl.” He had a soft smile on his face, looking down at you as if you were the most delicate but gorgeous thing in the whole world. Once you’ve calmed down a bit, you pull your face out of his chest and look up at him. “Y-you’re not mad? You don’t want to break up with me?” Your questions left him speechless for a moment, his brows furrowing.

“God no love, I would never do something so daft” he brings a hand to your face, tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear with a smile. “B-but the article?” You go to say but he silences you with a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. He then pulls away and guides you to sit on the bed.

“Stay here. Lemme show you something.” You nod as you watch him step out of the room, when he comes back… well, he doesn’t come back. Instead Spider-Punk enters the room. Your eyes widen and you scoot back on the bed a little. “Hobie?!” You call out, trying to look behind the masked man.

He then raises his hands in the air “s’alright love…” you look back at him as he takes off his mask. Revealing the devilishly handsome man that is your boyfriend. Face piercings, naturally half-lidded eyes, signature smirk… the whole nine yards.

You sit up and then stand up off the bed. You raise a hand, placing it on his cheek, your eyes looking him up and down. “Y-you’re… Spider-Punk?” He nods his head, softly grasping your hand in his, turning his head to kiss your palm gently. “What’d I say eh? You’re my little bird” you feel relief rush through your body at his words.

After a bit, you began to feel slight agitation, pulling your hand away from his face and hitting his chest lightly. “You scared the hell out of me! I really thought some stranger was obsessed with me!” He chuckles when you hit him again, catching your wrists with his hands and pulling you against him again.

“Luckily… now you know it was just your boyfriend who’s obsessed with you” you froze slightly at his words, having never explicitly said he was your boyfriend. It made you blush slightly and he smiled, leaning down and kissing you softly. You melt against his plush lips, feeling how they seemed to mold with yours.

After a bit he pulls away and then furrows his eyebrows, “Where’d ya put my flowers?” You widen your eyes and give an awkward chuckle. “Well… in my defense. I didn’t know they were from you” at that he pulls away slightly, feigning a shocked expression. Clutching his chest with a hand, while putting on an exaggerated frown.

“You got rid of em? You cheeky girl!” He then lifts you up by your waist, throwing you onto his bed. You let out a soft yelp but chuckle as he climbs over you. Grabbing your wrists and pinning them above you on the bed. “I can’t believe you” he pouts and you can’t help but smile.

You scoff and then teasingly retort back “I can’t believe you thought it’d be a good idea to flirt and stalk me as Spider-Punk” He shrugs, smiling down at you. “To be fair… I thought you’da recognized me. The guitar, the voice, the way I knew you’re sensitive right… here” he leans into your neck, softly blowing on the same spot Spider-Punk - well… Hobie - did earlier. You softly shiver and he begins to kiss at your neck, you can feel the smirk on his lips.

“Now that my secrets out… I’d love to show ya all that Spider-Punk has t’offer”

Unresolved Feelings

Summary: Hobie has been nothing but nice to you, sadly, you can't return the favour Characters/Pairings: Hobie x GN!Reader, minor Gwen x GN!Reader Word Count: 800 Warnings: mention of canon events, death, panic attack, emotional distress, angst

"I can't even look at him Gwen." Your words came out trembling, eyes watering. "I can't look at him or talk to him. I-.. I can't go on another mission with him. I almost got us killed!" Your rambling was never-ending. The look in your eyes sent chills down the young woman's spine. It was something she recognised herself, however not on your face. Dark bags covered your cheeks, pupils small and hair a mess. Your clothes were the same that you wore yesterday, meaning you probably slept in them.

"It's okay. We can talk to Miguel.. He'll understand." She said your name so softly, hands coming to rest upon your shaking shoulders. A hiccup slipped past your swollen lips and you almost started crying again. "I'm sure we can fix this." Gwen offered a sympathetic smile, thumbs wiping away any stray tears that dared to fall down your soft cheeks. "Come on, let's get you in some clean clothes and brush your hair. Then we can go talk to him, okay?" Her words were so sincere and comforting that you couldn't help but be embarrassed about your sudden emotional outbursts.

You nodded.

While getting ready, with Gwen pulling some clothes out for you to put on and helping you brush back your hair, you were completely lost in your thoughts. Hobie came to mind and the memories followed.

Hobie was your canon event. In your universe you worked as a variation of spider-man. Hobie was your best friend, your ride or die, the person you promised to look after no matter what; and you failed him. In a moment of quick thinking where you could have prevented his death, you faltered and instead, he ended up 6ft underground. The memories left a cool shudder running down your spine. Goosebumps formed across your arms and the hair at the back of your neck stood at attention.

"He won't understand, Gwen. This is useless." You spoke quietly, rubbing your face as if that was going to get rid of your eye bags. "This isn't going- you know what Miguel is like! If anything this will make it worse." You huffed through your nostrils.

Gwen just shook her head an rolled her eyes. "You're a pessimist." She sighed softly, squeezing your hand ever so gently. "I promise it will be fine."

Of course, by the time you had made it to Miguel's 'office' you were feeling a little bit better. Gwen had reassured you that Miguel might listen, and you wouldn't have to see Hobie again. Part of that pained you. In fact, part of you longed to crawl right back into his arms as if nothing had ever happened. The thought of simply inserting yourself back into his life flashed through your mind, following by the look on his face as he fell. You couldn't put him through that again..

The conversation went... okay. As okay as it could go. You were now free from any interactions with Hobie Brown. You felt so conflicted. Gwen understood your pain. Seeing such a close friend die and then to be confronted with that same person, but not your own version is traumatizing. The amount of unresolved trauma that comes back is overwhelming; no wonder you were getting no sleep.

On the way back to the lobby you were confronted with this unresolved feeling. The same punk rocker that you had been actively avoiding was marching his way towards you, a slight frown on his hollowed face. Your heart was racing, your head almost spinning. He stood in front of you and yet you couldn't move. Your feet were frozen, eyes staring into the deep brown of his own. You felt like crying again, but nothing came out.

"You've been avoiding me."

His words didn't come out as harsh or controlling, but rather concerned.

"Get out of my way."

"That doesn't change the fact that you've been avoiding me." Hobie said your name in the same way that your version did. Your shoulders shook slightly, head hung lowly.

"It doesn't fucking matter- okay? You didn't do anything! So get out of my way, Hobie!" Your words were harsh. Your tone was conflicting against your thoughts. No matter how much you wanted to run into those familiar lanky arms or playfully flick his chin, you couldn't, because this man wasn't your Hobie. The Hobie in front of you was a stranger. One that you only had superficial feelings too, and one that you could never be nice to.

The pained look he gave you made your heart ache within your chest. He didn't say anything and just stood to the side, taking a step out of your way. Your mouth moved but no words came out. Instead, you forced your feet to move before you did anything that could have been even more stupid than your outburst. You left him standing there with your head now held high in an attempt to seem strong.

Hobie could see through your act. You couldn't fool him.

Flirtatious! Hobie Brown who can't help but lean in close to your ear and whisper the sweetest of compliments just to witness the blush on your face.

Flirtatious! Hobie who knows just how much you love it when he calls you by pet names and will use it to his advantage. "You got a sec, sweet pea?"

Flirtatious! Hobie who enjoys the way you throw back the best comebacks to his pickup lines

Flirtatious! Hobie who shamelessly flirts with you as Spider-Punk to the point where news articles are written about spider-punks mystery s/o.

Flirtatious! Hobie who loves the feeling of your breath against his ear when you whisper back how stupid that pick up line was.

But most of all, Flirtatious! Hobie who can't help but smile every time he sees your blush because he knows he's the one who caused it <3

Baby Fever

Summary: Hobie calls you over while babysitting Mayday. Characters: Hobie x GN!Reader, Mayday Word Count: 434 Warnings: fluff A/N: n/a

"You're getting pretty soft there, Hobes." You flashed a gentle, loving smile as you watched his long arms drape over Mayday.

"Nah, I'm not bruv." He huffed through his nostrils, his face just teetering on the edge of a smile as he looked down at the toddler. There was something about that little girl, 'Spiderling' as most of HQ called her, that literally had his heart melting. Despite how tough his exterior was he didn't think he'd ever be one to deny babysiting Mayday.

"I don't know, babes. I think I can see you melting right there." You teased, hand coming to gently run over the sleeping toddlers head. "Isn't she just the cutest?" You whispered, leaning in to press a small kiss on his cheek.

"She's just a rebel in training. Gonna be the best anarchist, ain't ya?" He hummed, looking down at her with that gentle smile of his.

Accidents Happen

Summary: Hobbie's medusa piercing gets stuck on your septum ring after a more heated make out session Characters/Pairings: Hobie x GN!Reader Word Count: 447 Warnings: minor mention of claustrophobia, panicked reader, reader has a septum piercing A/N: no one can tell me Hobie wouldn't look hot af with a medusa

"Oh my god.. Hobie. Hobie it's stuck." You words came out rushed and almost slurred, lips swollen and bruised from the harsh kisses your boyfriend had given you just seconds before. The once passionate moment was beginning to fizzle into nothing more than a dying ember at the bottom of a fire pit. You knew you should have flipped up the jewelry embedded in your septum and now, here you were with Hobie Brown literally stuck to your face.

"When people joked about you being stuck to me, didn't think you'd take it seriously, luv." His words came out teasingly, hands still gripping your hips. With a gentle squeeze of his hands he leaned in the slightest bit to close the small gap between your lips. "No. Hobie- it's.. it's actually stuck." As much as you loved the intimate way in which he was so close, you were also beginning to feel claustrophobic.

Your face heated up, cheeks going red and breathing becoming the slightest bit more rapid than your previous panting. Hobie's thumb caressed your cheek. "Lovely, it's okay. Take a deep breath for me, yeah? I'll get you out of here." His words were comforting.

You took one deep breath in, held it for four seconds and slowly exhaled. He glanced at your eyes and then to your nose, seeing just how tangled you really were. The slightest movement would tug on the silver jewelry between his tip lip and nose.

"m just gonna bring my hand up to your face, 'kay?"

He knew it wasn't going to help your panicking, but now that you were slowing your breathing he was more confident in his decision. Long fingers came between your noses. He brushed against yours, smiling a little when he noticed that sweet look in your eyes. In a few swift movements he had unscrewed the ball of his medusa, catching it in his free hand. He pulled back slightly and was quick to put the ball back on, not wanting it to get lost.

"That's better, innit luv?" He grinned mischievously.

"Much better. Thank you, Hobie." You sighed softly, feeling a lot freer than a few seconds ago. His hands began to move back to your hips. You flipped your septum ring up into your nose and giggled quietly at the gentle strokes of his thumb against your waist. "Let's get back to what we started, hm?" Hobie suggested, leaning back into your lips.

Touch starved! Hobie loves to have his hands on you. His hand might be on your hip, in your back pocket, fiddling with your ring finger, etc.

Touch Starved! Hobie who doesn't care who sees him kissing your neck, marking and biting just to get any taste of you.

Touch Starved! Hobie who leans in every time you pull away. Your touch lingers against his cheek, leaving soft sparks against the tinted skin.

Touch Starved! Hobie who lets you do his eyeliner because he loves the feeling of being close to you. Having you in his lap with his eyes closed and the most dazed look on his face. He's in heaven.

Touch Starved! Hobie who sprays his pillow with your perfume because he finds your scent so attractive.

Touch Starved! Hobie who's always got his arms wrapped around your waist from behind when standing around HQ. No one has ever seen you two apart, you're practically attached at the hip now.

Touch Starved! Hobie who is desperate for any touch you're willing to give him no matter if it hurts...

Sure, Next Time.

Summary: Hobie only comes to you after trouble Characters/Pairing: Hobie x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: Blood, injuries, dislocated finger, hurt/comfort A/N: Pls bear with me as I attempt his accent lmao

It didn't necessarily surprise you when Hobie accidentally let it slip that he was Spider-Punk. You could recognize the sticker abused guitar and stressed leather jacket anywhere. What did surprise you was the number of injuries he sustained and how easily he could hide them from you. If he had a limp his excuse was, "Tripped in my boots, luv." Any other injuries he used the excuse of having started a fight with some capitalist douchebag. And you believed it. It was only until he came back for you to patch him up after every battle that you began to truly let your anxiety feed into it.

Hobie had climbed through your window at 2am. The sun was nowhere to be seen, and the moon was shrouded in clouds. You had become a light sleeper as of late, the rise in crime getting on your nerves and preventing that precious rest you craved.

You woke up at the sound of those familiar heavy boots against your tiled floor. Squinting, you recognized the familiar shadow of a certain spider-man, or at least the shadow of the spikes on his head. "Hobie?" You reached to turn on your bedside lamp. Tired eyes squinted as the warm light enveloped the room. Your voice was scratchy from having been woken up at an ungodly hour. Your hair was all over the place, strands in front of your eyes and sticking out in ways that you didn't know it could. You thought this was a dream with how Hobie had frozen like a deer in headlights at the end of your bed.

Hobie thought he could just slip in and out, weaving his way to your bathroom and taking a couple of bandages for his trip home. He was wrong and now look at him. He had barely made it to your house in one place and there was no doubt that he was not making it back to his own. All his weight was on his left leg, he was using a web connected to your roof as leverage to keep him upright. You could see a dark stain seeping through his mask just above where you assumed his left eyebrow to be. You suspected there to be more than what you could see through his mask but would have to wait until you finally got him to the bathroom sink to find out.

The corners of his lips turned up as he watched you struggle to untangle your legs from the bedsheets. "Need some help, luv?" A shit eating grin adorned his face, but you couldn't see it. Even when he was injured, he still managed to make your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

You rolled your eyes. "I'm just fine." You huffed, finally finding the floor against your feet and taking steady steps towards the injured man. You didn't see him using your roof as leverage and silently cursed yourself for taking so long. "You better not pull out my roof with that web. Otherwise, you'll be the one dealing with my landlord." You huffed only half-joking. Humour seemed to be your coping mechanism. "Don't get all funny on me now, luv." He chuckled, sounding worn out and in pain. You helped him through your mediocre apartment, having draped his arm over your shoulders and letting him rest his weight against you as you walked (stumbled) to the bathroom.

With a slight huff through your nose and grunt that you wished was silent, Hobie was now sitting on your toilet, the lid shut. He was too tall when he sat on the sink (you found that out the first time he came over) and well, you didn't have much room up there to begin with. You crouched to the cupboard below your sink. In a Spider-Punk themed box (made by you to tease Hobie) was a consistent supply of bandages, disinfectant wipes, alcohol wipes, splints, etc. There was everything you could think of that someone would need when injured. You made this box not long after the first time Hobie came back with blood dripping from his forehead, and you didn't have anything to help. That night was filled with gentle apologies and worried glances.

"Can you take the mask off, Hobes?" You mumbled, having pulled the box onto the sink. You turned to watch him, tired eyes noticing just how he flinched when he moved his arms to push the mask over his head and tossing it to the floor. His hands were trembling, one of his fingers looking to be the slightest bit out of place. The cut above his eyebrow was bleeding profusely and it looked as if part of his piercing had been pulled on.

"'s not as bad as it looks." His hands gently moved to rest on your hips, eyes glancing towards the worried look on your face before moving to the roof. "Not as bad as it looks. Baby, you've probably got a concussion... No, you've definitely got a concussion." You mumbled, hands already digging into that spider-punk themed medicine box. You managed to pull out some baby wipes and a few alcohol wipes. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, heart thumping in your ears. Your hands came up to caress his face, taking a baby wipe to gently wipe the blood dripping down his face. There was a visible wince and a hiss of pain that came from the touch. Hobie's long fingers gripped the fabric of your pyjamas.

"I'm sorry, Hobie..." you muttered, trying to be as gentle and careful as possible. Once the cut was cleaned and a bandage was placed over it, it was time to move to his finger. "I'm even more sorry about this. We're gonna need to put it back in place, okay?" You were kind of glad you took that health course in high school now.

Hobie let out a groan, too tired to respond with words, but it was clear he was not looking forward to it. His hands released their grip on your hips and instead were placed in your palms. "Okay, we're gonna count to three and I'll put it back in. That good, baby?" You asked.

The suspense was killing Hobie, he was already in pain as it was. He's had dislocated digits before, so he understood the importance of getting the limb back in its socket as soon as possible, but that didn't mean he was going to enjoy it. He nodded. "Yeah, okay." He hummed in response. Except you didn't even count. You waited until he spoke up and quickly pushed the digit back into its socket, earning a muffled (still loud) groan of indescribable pain. "I'm sorry! Fuck, I'm sorry. It's over now." You apologized, wrapping his swollen wrist in a compression bandage. The tears brimming in his eyes and the sick pop of his finger had you feeling queasy. You felt your stomach flip and not in the usual happy way it did when Hobie was around. However, you pushed the feeling aside, hands resting on his cheeks as you leaned in to press a small kiss just to the left of his bandage.

"Let's get you to bed..."

After finally fixing up his injuries the two of you had found yourselves lying in bed. Hobie was next to you, one arm drapes over your stomach, the other resting under his head. His lips brushed against your cheek.

"I worry about you. About what you're doing." You spoke quietly, glancing back into his eyes for a moment. "I know it's for the greater good, but seeing you come home in the middle of the night half dead every day is- It's not nice." You rambled quietly before finally going silent.

He huffed through his nose, although it wasn't angry. "I know, luv. Gonna give you a heart attack one day." he joked, pressing his lips to your temple. "I love you." The words came out quiet, barely leaving his lips before you turned to face him.

"I love you too, Hobes. But next time you get a dislocated finger just go to a doctor. I literally felt sick from that." You mentioned, earning a small nod and a deep chuckle.

"Sure... next time." He mumbled in response, closing his eyes and wrapping his arm around you securely. There was no need to worry about the outside world as long as you were in his arms.

What the ASTV Boys Love about you!

Warnings: does fluff count??? Lots of fluff lol, slight mention of panic in Miguel's section, reader is mentioned to know Spanish

Tried keeping it as gender neutral as possible!

Miles Morales

- The way you call him, mi vida. You already knew some (or were fluent) in Spanish. However, you didn't necessarily speak it often. There weren't much times where you needed to other than around family. So, when you first called him 'mi vida' he basically malfunctioned. His cheeks went pink and his jaw dropped, but he snapped back quickly after you called his name. It was so simple but he truly new you were the one.

Pavitr Prabhakar

- Where to start.. This man loves everything about you, from the way you look to the way your mind works. Personally, I think his favourite thing about you would be how you look when you're concentrating. Whether you poke your tongue out or bite your bottom lip, he's so entranced, watching you with the look of a lovesick puppy. He enjoys seeing you so passionate about something.

Hobie Brown

- He loves the way you hold his face when you're fixing a bloody nose or a cut above his eyebrow. Heck, he loves the feeling of your slightly calloused yet still soft hands against his sharp cheeks. The way you're so apologetic when he winces as you're cleaning a cut, but you scold him after just so he knows you're serious. It has his stomach doing happy little flips knowing you care so much about him with just this simple touch.

Miguel O'Hara

- He loves the minimal physical touches you offer. The gentle brush of fingers or a simple caress of his shoulder. It's comforting, but not overwhelming. He isn't huge on PDA, so you not being overly touchy is something he loves so dearly. It's something where touch says more than words. He knows that you understand when he's stressed or upset when you give his hand a squeeze, a gentle reminder to help him ground himself.

Peter B Parker

- He loves your hair. Whether it's short, long, or a mohawk. He loves how soft it looks, the gentle touch to it. His favourite thing is to touch it while cuddling. You could be wrapped up in his arms and he'd somehow be twirling your hair between his forefinger and thumb. It's more of a habit. You know how some baby's play with their hair to go to sleep?? That is exactly what Peter does, but with your hair.

Runway Model

Summary: Hobie was surprised when you asked him to model some of your own designs, but he was not going to pass up on the occasion. Characters/Pairings: Hobie x GN!Reader Word Count: 276 Warnings: minor mention of blood, fluff

Both of you were half asleep. Hobie's arm was drapes across your stomach, head resting into the crook of your neck when the words slipped past your lips.

"You should try my designs.. I mean, they're not too different from your style and I think they should fit.." you rambled. God, he loved it when you rambled. He'd silence you with a soft kiss to the neck, the cool metal of his lip ring sending soft shudders down your spine. He could practically hear your racing heart beat.

"would luv to, babes." He'd reply, that knowing grin on his face at the slight flutter within your chest.

The next morning comes with the smell of coffee and bleeding fingers. Perhaps caffeine and sewing needles wasn't a good combination at 6am? The only reason you were up was because you couldn't sleep to begin with.

By the time it was 7am the outfit, still half done but at least fitted to Hobie's height, was showing progress. And by the time it was complete, Hobie was amazed.

There was something about the fact that your literal blood, sweat and tears having been put into this singular outfit impressed him. It was probably the dedication that came with it. He tried it on as soon as possible.

Although he was stoic, he also had a knack for jokes. He'd strut down your shared hallway, flashing poses and mischievous grins that would entice giggles from your throat. It had his own stomach fluttering.

Hobie Brown would do anything for you.

Forgot to say these can be platonic or romantic it doesn't matter honestly

I've been having the most adorable ideas for a hobie x reader or e42/1610 miles x reader fic but I can only remember 2 rn.

One is where reader is nonbinary but afab and they're on their period. They get really bad gender dysphoria because of their cramps constantly reminding them that they're afab and Miles or Hobie comfort them and it's really sweet and it's all fluff.

My second idea is an Japanese reader who is obsessed with Japanese legends and myths specifically ones that have to do with school like Hanako-san of the toilet (GO WATCH TBHK IT'S AN ANIME BASED ON THAT MYTH AND IT'S SO GOOD) or ones where you have to go to an abandoned building. I would especially love it if during some school breaks you and Miles/Hobie go to Japan and go try and see if those myths are true or not for little dates. You've also been to Japan with your parents who moved from Japan to America ever since you were a toddler so you know Japan more specifically Tokyo like the back of your hand so you show Miles/Hobie around and some really cool restaurants and stores.

I just am really craving for someone to make these ideas a reality but idk if anyone's willing to do this bc it's so specific 😭

Can I add to the Hobie dating an autistic person ideas based on my experiences? I'm autistic, my girlfriend isn't but neither of us would be shocked if she was.

Hobie understands that he has to be ultra specific when asking or explaining something to you. He can't be vague about it and say something will take a while, he knows you prefer a specific time.

He finds your stimming cute as fuck, but he's learned quickly to step out the way when you do stim lest he wants to be in the line of fire and accidentally get hit.

Same applies with hands. You gesture a lot with your hands and it gets more animated and crazy when you're excited and you wave then about. The cutest shit ever, not so much when you're eating or prepping food and you have a knife in your hand. A gentle reminder that its okay to stim, but maybe not with a knife or something stabby or fragile in your hand is all that's needed.

Yes, you and Hobie are on the same page 99 percent of the time, but occasionally there'll be miscommunication and what he says and means will be different to what you thought it meant. This is based on me and my girlfriend a few weeks ago. I suggested we "chill out" in her room, hoping she gets the hint. We go to her room and literally chill out whilst watching Bluey. Many laughs and kisses after, it was adorable

Hobie Brown Drabble: cooking rambles with a gn!autistic!reader

➼ I absolutely love these additions to the headcanons! I also talk a lot with my hands and at work and when I’m cooking that includes gesturing with very sharp knives, so- yeah I’m forcing that on our beloved gn!reader. Enjoy this little Drabble based on some of your lovely additions!

➼ I swear I did try my best on the accent-

➼ Sorry that this took a bit longer than I promised! Work has been kicking my ass

➼ No beta we die like uncle Aaron

➼ No warnings! Just fluff here

GIF doesn't belong to me! All credits to the original owner

You treasured nights like these, nights when Hobie wasn’t needed back at Spider HQ. Or just decided not to go. Either way, you enjoyed just being able to lounge around in your shared flat together, bitch about coworkers, turn on a cheesy movie, or your favorite: cook together. Nothing beat a homemade meal in Hobie’s opinion, he just…wasn’t the best at cooking. Wasn’t terrible either, more middle of the road, so he usually stuck to stirring and prepping the vegetables.

Tonight’s menu was grilled cheeses and tomato soup, some nice comfort food. Hobie was buttering up the pan for the sandwiches while you were chopping up some onions, going on about your day. “So then I’m at the counter just trying to ring up her order. Something complicated because of course she just couldn’t have the drinks how they come, each has at least three modifications” you rambled on. You always talked with your hands, gesturing wildly that you sometimes hit people. This was no different.

Apart from the fact that this time you had a knife in your hands.

“Like she wanted no whip on this one, double whip on that one, sprinkles on the other other one” you listed off, tapping the tip of the blade against your fingers without a second thought. Hobie was of course listening, but he had his back turned. At least it was until his Spidey-sense went off. But what could be causing danger-?

Cue you still gesturing with the knife, none the wiser that Hobie, who was once by the stove, had webbed up onto the ceiling and was standing there like a bat. Your eyes had been trained down as you went on. “I was losing my mind! I wanted to scream!” You raised your hands in frustration, and when you lowered them, the knife was gone and in its place? A wooden spoon. “What-?”

“Sorry luv, but I can’t ‘ave you swingin’ that ‘round. Can’t ‘ford a trip to the hospi’al” Hobie said, still hanging upside down on the ceiling but now with your stolen knife in hand. “I fancy ya a bi’ too much to let you ‘urt yourself.”

You could only laugh, setting the spoon down as Hobie finally jumped off of the ceiling, spinning around to land on his feet. “I didn’t even realize I was doing it” you replied, holding your hand out to get the knife back. He shot you a mock skeptical look before handing it back over, now sitting on the counter. “‘S alright swee’heart. Now watch where you’re cu’ing. I wan’ you ta keep all your fingers” he hummed out lowly, watching you get back to work. He always loved watching you talk with your hands and when you would stim, sometimes he just needed to step in to keep everyone safe. Anything for his luv.

I. Need. More.

hobie’s the type to laugh into you while he eats it good NIGHT.

he’s just all giggles while you whine and grip at the sheets, humming against your clit and shaking his head side to side while he licks at you just to hear your pretty sobs of his name HNNNGH!!

mumbling little “yeah?”s and “mhm..”s into you while you deliriously cry out how good it feels, how close you are, and when you finally do cum he laughs.

he’s not laughing at you no, he’d never make fun of you for the pleasure he’s bringing you, he’s not a hypocrite— it’s a laugh of victory. a moan that morphs into a deep and long and nearly devilish chuckle as he drinks up whatever you give him, knowing he’s got you right where he wants you, murmuring praises against your folds as he licks you clean into overstimulation. (he kisses your clit when he’s done, he may rebel against the societal role of a man but he’s still a gentleman.)

he just gets so happy while pleasing you he can’t control himself <3

Hobie x Squirter!Reader

Reader be making a mess but she can’t help it :,(, it’s Hobies fault yk! she gets embarrassed about it everytime and always apologizes in the midst of her 🌰

Until Hobie just rams her until the bed is completelyyyyy soaked and Reader is dehydrated because… he doesn’t care 🥱

:3

Squirting

Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Warning/s: smut, p in v, I don't know just unholy shit

You were a moaning mess as Hobie was pounding into you, his dick reaching your cervix everytime he did so. Your moans got louder as you clenched around him, letting him know you were close.

Your problem was that you were a huge squirter. Of course, you and Hobie had sex before, and the first few times you squirted he just thought he made you feel really good, then later on both of you were too fucked out to notice you were squirting your juice all over him. But you were embarassed, leaving the bed always drenched in your cum, along with Hobie's face.

He thrusted into you one last time, his hips stuttering has he pulled out to cum on your thighs, only to be met with the sight of you struggling beneath him. He then noticed he had accidentally edged you, making you whine. He chuckled "'m sorry doll, thought you were cumming already" he started rubbing your clit with his thumb while inserting his middle and ring finger into you, making you moan out loudly. Fuck, he was going to see you squirt all over him just because of his fingers.

Your face was flushed as you bucked your hips, finally getting your release with your face scrunched up. And there it was, your cum completely soaking the bed sheets underneath you, along with Hobies hand. You whimpered, mumbling out apologies non stoppingly. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry—"

"What're you sorry for?" Hobie interrupted you, feigning innocence. He knew damn well.

"For making a mess" you mumbled shyly, but as you looked up at him you were met with the sight of a smirk plastered across his face. Before you could question anything, his face lowered down to your thighs, his eyes not leaving yours as he licked a stripe off of your cunt. You moaned, clenching your thighs around him.

"You think a bit o' a mess 's gonna stop me from fuckin' you?"

You blushed, nodding slightly.

He grinned "guess I gotta prove my girl wrong" and his dick was back into you instantly. You gripped the sheets tightly, your mouth falling open as he didn't give you any time to adjust, literally just fucking your soul out. It didn't take long to make you cum, he noticed on the way you had started rambling, but he could only understand his name and a few plea's.

You reached your orgasm quickly, squirting all over his cock this time. He grunted "good girl, good fuckin' girl" and his praise immediately sent you over your edge again, surprising the both of you. However, Hobie was proud of his work. He made sure to tease you alot about it later. He didn't stop pounding into you, but his dick was covered in your juice, making his thrusts sloppy while your cum dripped down from the both of you.

Hobie pulled out one orgasm after another from you, sometimes using his mouth to make you cum, or his fingers, his dick, he also made you grind on his thigh twice, only for his thigh to end up as drenched as ever. You had started feeling overstimulated a long time ago, but this didn't stop Hobie and you were fully convinced he did, in fact, love making you squirt, even if everything ended up messy afterwards, which included the both of you.

You were bouncing on his cock, whining and biting into his shoulder as tears spilled out of your eyes. "H-hobie.. n..no more, please" you whimpered, your pussy fucked raw and puffy. He chuckled, "you can do one more sweetheart, 'tll be the last, yeah?"

Your eyes fought to stay awake, however you nodded, you couldn't say no to him. "So obedient" he mumbled, helping you to ride him. Your moans had turned into broken whimpers as your orgasm arrived once again. You felt his dick twitch in you and you immediately knew he was close too. He gripped you harder, slowly picking you up so his dick wasn't in you anymore, until he slammed you down, earning a loud scream from you and a moan from him. He did this a few more times, but soon you two were panting and with one more last big thrust he came deep into you, while you drenched his lap.

Your exhausted body went limp on him and you were able to hear his chuckles as he kissed your face. "Luv"

You hummed in response and he gripped your chin with his hand, making you look down to the bed which was fully wet, then to the cum on his lap which was dripping down to the sheets.

"Fuck"

---

Bonus

Your body was hugging Hobie's, your legs around his waist and your head in his chest while he held your thighs. Naked, along with you, he picked you up, walking to the kitchen right after you two had the time of your lifes. As he had arrived to the kitchen, he had dragged a towel with him, placing it on the counter with you on top of it. He felt sorry for you after you had pleaded him to just take a towel, you didn't want to cause any more mess.

He stood between your legs, filling a glass with water "drink"

He placed the glass against your lips, and as you didn't gulp it down he spoke up "drink, luv, don't want my whore to faint just because of how many times I could make her squirt"

You blushed, squirming slightly and taking a sip out of the glass.

"Good girl"

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I love hobei so much 🩷

Hobie meets your cats for the first time.

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

Word count: 1.8k

Tags: Smut Implied, Kissing, established relationship, no use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader.

Synopsis: your cats interrupt your alone time with Hobie.

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*I don't consent to having my work translated/published on other platforms*

Your keys jingle in your hands as you try and find the right key to your flat, you would've found it earlier, if it weren't for Hobie hugging you from behind while kissing your neck distractingly. 

"Hobie, can you wait till we get inside?" You crane your neck to look at him. You sigh in pleasure.

"Mmph?" He answers while his lips are still on your skin. 

"I can't find my keys, you're distracting me" you try not to move your neck to the left to give him more access to your skin, you bite your tongue instead to focus on choosing the right key. 

Hobie stops kissing you for a moment to grab your key ring from your fumbling hands. "Let me try" 

You miss the press of his lips on your skin when he pulls away, still reeling from the feeling, you forgot to roll your eyes at Hobie. This is his first time at your place. How would he know which key?

Click

Of course the door opens after only two tries. Hobie smirks at you teasingly. 

You finally roll your eyes, snatching your keys from Hobie swiftly. 

The second you're inside, Hobie attacks your neck once again, pushing you towards a wall, he cages you in his arms as he pushes the door closed with his foot. 

He kisses the underside of your chin, forcing you to look at your beige ceiling. He nips and licks at your skin passionately. Grabbing the back of his neck to guide him towards your lips, you kiss him, while your free hand grabs one of his belt loops to pull him towards you, closing in the small gap between you. Heat emanates from the both of you. 

Meow

A small mewl stops you both in your tracks, you both look to the side breathlessly, stuck in the same position, Hobie raises his brow.

"Oi, bruv, d'you mind? We're having a moment here" He gestures to you. 

"Meoww" the orange tabby cat pushes her empty bowl in front of her. The sound of the bowl moving across your wooden floors acts like a dinner bell, two more cats appear from somewhere.

"Ah, shit, it's way past their feeding time" you look at Hobie apologetically. 

"I don't mind" he pecks your lips, as if to say: we'll continue this later.

"I'm really sorry," You rub his kiss bitten lips with your thumb to swipe some sheen off them "I'll make it up to you later, I promise" 

You turn your back from Hobie still holding his hand, you slowly let go when you went further in your home. 

Once you're in your kitchen preparing their food, Hobie crouches down in front of the orange tubby.

"Cockblocker" he scoffs while Hobie holds out his hand for the cat to smell. The cat tentatively sniffs at his outstretched hand. Once she's satisfied, she bumps her head on his hand. She looks at the other cats then back to Hobie.

The other two follow her lead and they both sniff at him, one of them, a cream colored shorthair, moves towards Hobie's legs, she begins to circle around him while she rubs her face on his leg. 

The last cat, black as the night, stares at Hobie with his bright green eyes, his eyes turn to slits as if to say - you're good to stay, but I'm watching you.

You finally head back to Hobie, Gasping at the scene in front of you. 

"Oh. My. God." You squeal, quickly grab your phone to snap a picture of the adorable moment. 

Hobie looks up at you "guess they like me" he gives you a lopsided smile, the previous emotion slowly dissipates around you both.

"This is a miracle, they usually don't like new people" 

Hobie stands up to his full height, careful not to step on the cats. "They've probably smelled me off you before" 

Heat rises on your cheeks with his implication, you cross your arms to not give away the effect he has on you. He saunters towards you, the cats run off towards their food. 

"Do you have catnip on you?" You eye him suspiciously. 

Hobie chuckles deeply "Nah, cats just have a natural affinity towards me" he grabs your face lovingly, "you wanna frisk me, to make sure?" He gives you his signature smirk. 

You let out a breath you've been holding. He comes closer to you until he's mere inches away,

"Fuckin' hell! What is that?" 

He lets you go, running towards your cat tree. Your excitement deflates. 

"It's their cat tree, the employee at the pet store called it a cat condo" you huff at another interruption. 

"A condo? Love, that's a full on mansion right there" he gestures toward the expansive structure, numerous branches, platforms and cubbies hang on it. 

"Too much?" You wince, terrified he might get turned off by it. 

"For them? Nah, I'm sure it's worth every penny" he looks at it, curious to see if he can DIY a few more floors to add to it.

"You wanna meet them formally?" He turns back around, he sees you carrying the orange tubby, her full stomach protruding.

"Yes," Hobie says a little too fast. 

You bounce the orange blob, "her name's Crumpet! She's the oldest one," you whisper the next part "I adopted her five years ago" 

"Why are you whispering?" 

"Because she doesn't know she's adopted" you whisper back. 

Hobie looks at you fondly, "dork" he softly says as he holds Crumpet's paw, "your mum's a dork" he looks at Crumpet with a smile. 

"Myeow" she answers back 

"I think that means she knows" you chuckle at your own joke.

"You're my dork" Hobie leans towards you for a kiss, he finds you adorable, he thinks you deserve a kiss just for that. 

Before he could though, he felt movement around his leg. He looks down to see your other cat, the cream colored one. 

"Oh," you clear your throat, trying to push down your excitement again. "That one is Teacup, When I got her she was so tiny she could fit inside a teacup" 

Hobie chuckles at the name "Tea and Crumpets, then?"

You nod, "Yep, and that one," you point with your head since your hands are occupied, at the black void sitting on top of your kitchen counter, looking directly at Hobie. "Is Crowley!" 

Upon hearing his name, Crowley drops down gracefully, he rubs his face on your leg, purring loudly. 

"He's a bit overprotective, ain't he?" Hobie looks at Crowley. Crowley glared at Hobie when he spoke. 

"Well, he is the man of the house" you shrug, as you sit down on your sofa. 

The second your back hit the soft plush of the sofa, your other two cats ran towards you, Crowley curls around himself on your lap while Teacup sits next to you looking at Hobie, like she's waiting for him.

You notice Hobie still standing, inviting him to sit next to you by patting the space closest to you. 

"Nyeow" Teacup whines towards Hobie.

"Can't say no to that" Hobie heads towards the space next to you, lifting up Teacup by her arms so he could sit closer to you. He places Teacup on his lap, she curls around herself immediately, purring loudly.

"It's a bit concerning how much she likes you" you softly say, craning your neck to look at Hobie lovingly petting Teacup. 

Hobie puts his non-petting arm around your shoulders moving you closer to him. "She has good taste, just like her mum" he leans towards your lips, slowly closing the gap. 

"Do you really like them? They're not too much?" You whisper against his lips before they meet.

"How could anyone not like 'em? They're perfect, even Crowley" 

You laugh at his jab, "Didn't peg you as a cat person" 

Hobie rubs your cheek endearingly "haven't I told you I'm a cat guy?" 

Hobie guides your face towards his again, when you suddenly gasp. 

"I forgot! I need to give you something" you drop Crumpet on his shoulder, while Crowley moves towards the sofa's armrest. "Be right back" pecking his lips.

"I've got it!" You emerge from the sides holding something. Sitting back down you give the small patch to Hobie. 

Hobie looks at the menacing aura emanating from the arm rest. He sees Crowley perched elegantly, his emerald eyes staring directly at Hobie. While Crumpet sways her tail across Hobie's chest, still perched on his shoulders.

Hobie stares back at Crowley, teasingly smirking at the cat.

"I think he's planning my murder" Hobie points out. 

"Aww he's a sweetheart, you'll win him eventually" you say while petting the void next to you, Crowley sits unmoving still staring daggers at Hobie. 

"Right, what's this?" Hobie looks at the piece of cloth in his hand. 

"It's a patch! I made it for you, y'know to add to your jacket" you ramble on to hide your sudden shyness. 

The patch has a stitched cartoon version of Crowley holding a knife in his mouth, the bottom of the design reads- 'piss off' 

"You made this?" He feels the stitches with his thumb. 

You bite your lip while nodding "you like it? I saw that you have a cat patch already, so I made you another one, she seemed lonely" 

"It's fuckin' gorgeous, lovey" He grabs your face in excitement, he kisses every inch of your face with a loud smooch in-between. 

Before he could finally kiss your lips, he heard a hiss from behind you. 

"Crowley!" You look behind you. "Don't be mean!" 

"Nope" Hobie grabs you by the back of your legs, He lifts you up with ease. You gasp while instinctively wrapping your legs around his hips. 

"What are you doing?" You laugh at his shenanigans. 

"You're my human shield" he says while he peeks at Crowley over your shoulder. 

"He's harmless" you giggle, as if on cue, Crowley raises his hips with a hiss, readying to pounce. 

"Okay, maybe not" you wrap your arms around Hobie's neck while he jumps towards your ceiling. He sticks to it by his hands and feet, while you use him as your personal hammock. 

"He can't reach us up here, right?" He asks you. 

You peek over his shoulder to see Crowley trying to reach you by jumping, while Teacup meows upward, Crumpet sleeps on the couch unbothered. 

You hide behind Hobie, cuddling his torso, the height giving you vertigo. 

"Don't worry, I've got you" he pats your behind before sticking his hand back on the ceiling. "Let me kiss you better" 

You lean up to look at his face, smirking in victory. "Was this a ruse to get me alone?" 

"Know me so well" he chuckles against your lips. You cup his face to stabilize yourself against his body. 

Kissing him back, you hear Crowley's mewls for you to come down.

A/n: Thank you for reading! Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated! ❤️

*picture above is from pinterest*

Omfg I was looking for this fic for so long 😭

You stay the night at Hobie's for the first time

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

Word count: 1.6k

Synopsis: You sleepover at Hobie's houseboat.

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, established relationship, FLUFF, smut implied.

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Obsessing over the pimple on your forehead, you try to pop it in between your forefinger and thumb. 

"Ughh" you grimace while staring at your reflection on Hobie's grimey mirror. 

You glimpse at your form, you're wearing one of Hobie's numerous band shirts, after you accidentally spilled mouthwash on your pajama shirt, you asked to borrow one. You're giddy that you smell like him.

He joked that you spilled mouthwash on it on purpose just to wear his shirt. 

"Stop it, you're gonna make it worse" Hobie says as he watches the disaster in front of him. He's lounging on his bed, arms tucked under his head. His dark jumper rides up a bit showing his toned stomach. His legs are properly tucked under the patchwork comforter.

"But it's bothering meee" you kick your legs like your throwing a tantrum.

"It doesn't even look that bad," Hobie pats the open space beside him "come to bed, lovey" 

"Says the man who has clear skin even though you wash your face with the same soap you use on your body" You turn to face him, ignoring his exposed skin. 

You've never seen him this relaxed before. He's a pretty laid back guy already, but this? His half-lidded eyes looking at you, paired with him in his comfortable non-spiky clothes– maybe you should come to bed.

"It's genetics, all natural, baby" 

"It's actually au naturel" you cross your arms on your chest, hiding your uneven breathing.

"No, it's not" 

"Yes, it is" you step forward.

"Nuh uh" 

"Yea uh" 

You stare at each other for a second.

"...C'mere" Hobie concedes defeat or else you would be at it all night. He takes his left arm from under him to reach towards you. 

"Fine" you head towards the bed, your sea legs swaying when a small wave hits the houseboat. You crawl under the covers. 

"Why are you so far, get over 'ere" he grabs the cover under you to drag you towards him, closing the already small distance. He's been waiting for this the entire day. He feels elated, he couldn't wait to finally cuddle with you, 

You hoped he didn't notice the small distance you made, but alas he's a perceptive one who doesn't like admitting he likes cuddles. Truth be told, you're actually nervous spending the night with him for the first time, you're not expecting for something to happen tonight, but if something did happen you're prepared for it, kind of, sorta, maybe?

Not to mention, the houseboat is a little intimidating, like what if you get sea sick and puke all over his carpet, well you're floating on a river, but nonetheless the rocking motion could still give you motion sickness. Or what if you kick him off the bed while asleep, or you sleep walk and you fall overboard. Or what if–

Hobie pinches your nose, keeping his fingers around it. "Oi, where did you go?" 

"Nuhn of yhor bhismes" you swat at his hand. 

"Your eyes went glossy for a second, thought I lost you" 

"I was actually thinking about your houseboat" 

"And here I thought you were thinking 'bout me" he holds his arm out behind you, unsure if you're okay with the action. 

Noticing his uncertainty, you swallow your shyness, you lean against his arm placing your head softly on his shoulder. Any doubt from Hobie is quickly washed away by your reaction. He pushes you closer to his warmth with the hand around your shoulder.

"What about the houseboat?" He stares at you while you play with a loose thread on his jumper.

"Like.. how'd you get it?" You absentmindedly twirl the thread around your fingers.

"Bought it off a bloke"

"That's it? No crazy or wacky story behind it?" You stare up at him suspiciously.

"Yes, there's no wacky story behind it" he mocks your word choice by copying your voice. "I needed a place, my friend's cousin's friend sold it at a cheap price. That's it, nothing madcap 'bout it" 

"Hmm, Do you even know how to drive, wait no sail? Is it called sailing when it doesn't have sails? Nevermind you get what I'm talking about, do you know how to do that?" You ramble, he finds it adorable.

"Yes, how do you think I brought it here from Amsterdam?" He's now curious whether it's sail or drive.

You gasp, sitting up "See! There IS a wacky story behind it" you poke his chest playfully.

Hobie grabs your finger to stop you "There IS nothing wacky about it. Well-" he remembers something, you perk up "we had to dodge the coast guard, but that's about it" 

"THE COAST GUARD?!" A huge grin blooming on your face.

"All right calm your beans" Hobie pushes your head back down lightly.

"How long did it take you to get back?" You snuggle closer to him.

"It would've just taken us 6-7 hours, but we had to hide from the coast guard so it took us about 10 hours" 

"Who were you with?" You fight a yawn.

"Why? You jealous?" Hobie shakes you lightly, he wants to talk to you more.

"Why would I be jealous of your friend's cousin's friend?" You rub one of his unruly eyebrows, shaping the strands back into place.

Hobie chuckles. He wants to stay like this with you, sleep be damned.

"What do you want for breakfast?" A yawn escaping you. You situate yourself on his chest.

"You gonna cook for me?" Hobie holds on to you tighter.

"Hmm, if you're nice to me in the morning, yeah" 

"What do you mean? I'm always nice to you" 

"You say that as you're staring at my pimple" you start to close your eyes. 

"Well, gorgeous, I'm not staring directly at it, I'm looking at you, you wear my shirt really well" 

"Well, handsome," you tease him back "anything looks better when I wear it" you feel sleep taking you.

"You're right," Hobie whispers against your hair "I like my eggs sunny side up by the way" 

"Hmm" a soft smile on your face.

Since you're wearing socks, with a sly smirk on Hobie's face, he slowly lifts up the leg hem of your pajama pants with his cold foot, once there's enough space, he quickly lays his ice cold foot on your leg. 

"Ack! What- Hobie!" You shoot up from your position. 

Hobie laughs loudly, you feel the houseboat shake lightly.

You playfully slap his chest.

"You!" Slap "Menace!" Slap

In one swift movement, he grabs your slapping hand, then he flips himself over you, his legs on your sides, caging you in.

You gasp at the weight above you, a wide smile blooming on your face.

"Hobie! You're too heavy!" Drowsiness is now completely gone.

He half kneels on your sides so he doesn't completely crush you.

"You're not allowed to sleep" Hobie leans slightly towards you, you can see his playful smirk illuminated by the moonlight.

"What do you mean I'm not allowed?! You invited me to a SLEEPOVER, you dork!" You gasp out as he's a few inches away from your face.

"Lemme guess you're the kind of person who falls asleep first in a sleepover? you're the dork here, sweets" he leans closer his lips ghosting over yours. 

You close your eyes in anticipation. Instead of a kiss, you feel Hobie blow raspberries on your jaw.

"Ack! HAHAHAHAHAHA" your legs kicking up trying to stop him from tickling you.

Hobie pulls back breathlessly.

"Oh you're ticklish? Got it" he smirks devilishly. "Wonder where else you're ticklish?" Hobie tilts his head.

"No! Don't you dare, Hobart!" Your eyes widen when he winds up his arms to tickle your stomach, despite the threat you can't help but grin.

"Oh using my government name now, huh" Hobie tickles your sides relentlessly, your laughs echoing throughout the space. 

"Okay! Okay! I'll stay up!" You say in between laughs.

He finally stops his attack, letting you breathe. 

"Yeah?" He takes his tickling stance again.

"Yes" you giggle "please stop or I might piss my pants" 

"Ooh kinky" he squeezes your cheeks together as you glare at him. 

"Can you please kiss me already so we can properly cuddle like you wanted" you say with your squished lips.

Hobie chuckles "saw right through me, huh" he leans down finally giving your most awaited kiss.

He eases up from squishing your cheeks so you could kiss him back properly, you hold on to the back of his neck, grounding you. 

Hobie pulls away, he stares at your wide eyes lovingly. You lift yourself up using his neck as leverage, quickly peppering his face with kisses, until he laughs with every peck.

You pull back, taking in his lovesick stricken face, his smile lopsided, eyes basically shaped like hearts. You're sure you mirror his expression. 

"I should invite you more often" he lays back down next to you, arm wrapped around your torso, half of his body staying on top of you, his legs splayed over yours. Hobie relaxes immediately.

You crane your neck "yeah you should. I really love your home, babe" you rub his arm soothingly.

"Really? You're not sea sick?" 

"I gotta be honest with you, I took a kwells tablet beforehand," you laugh.

"That's pretty smart" Hobie fights a yawn "you're really smart, love" he rubs the side of your neck.

"You're only saying that so I'll make you breakfast" you whisper, once you notice his eyes slowly close. 

"No, you're really smart, and lovely, and a bloody good cook" he parks his head on the crook of your neck with a sigh.

You chuckle softly, pulling the covers up to his chin, you lay your head just above his. 

You both fall asleep listening to each other's steady breathing with the houseboat rocking you both rhythmically.

A/n: I'm sorry that my last fic made y'all cry lmao, here's some fluff. As always thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs are appreciated ❤️

*picture above is from pinterest*

Spider tag

Hobie Brown x Fem!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 3,093

Summary: When your favorite spiders are in your dimension they take the opportunity to have a good time, including Hobie.

Written Curse: Second person!--Use of (__)!--(__) and her dimension is written to appeal to art nouveau--Hey guys, guess who's my fav character, es mi cumple así que voy a andar aventando verga See ya Darlings!

The morning so impassive cradled caressed against everything it touched, within the pleasant walls of a peculiar house that is related with exquisiteness to its sisters in such a graceful way, sheltered the young woman who rested placidly, the only thing you were able to hear was the movement of water and wind that flowed and aimlessly gave life to the city.

When you noticed more activity your eyelids allowed you to see your familiar surroundings and without any hurry you separated from the bed, your feet on the cold floor woke you up completly when you went to the small closet next to it. With all the care you put the clothes aside until you reached your suit that as you brushed it with your fingers a certain impatience ran through you but you disregarded it as you put it away in one of the bags that hung on one of the legs of the bed that you used to use as a coat rack. Putting each of the clothes in its place and arranging the room as much as possible, you went out.

The clacking of shoes against the stairs announced your presence in the dining room where your mother and father were having breakfast "Good morning" mom spoke first who was already serving food on the plate designated for you, with the same phrase you kissed her head and her hand to do the same with your father and immediately sit down to eat. During this time the conversations were short and even banal, but they were always better than what had once been the family dynamic. With touches of the napkin to your mouth to wipe away remnants of what might have been left behind, they both asked about what plans you had today; who you would be seeing, where, how many hours you would be gone, things of that nature. Your already improvised answers were enough for them as they nodded in approval, other words were exchanged until you finished your plate and excused yourself.

In the HQ cafeteria, they were already there, all the seats were taken so they stood around waiting for you to arrive, each with their respective outfits plus backpacks or bags containing a change of clothes. Meanwhile, Miles made sure they brought with them anything he considered important "Keys?" he pointed to Pavitr who affirmed, then to Hobie who just slumped his shoulders and muttered "Yeah" with this he pointed to Gwen who confirmed she had her keys and a copy of Hobie's. Although the boy wouldn't admit it because he wasn't aware of it, in this area he was similar to Rio and Jeff. Now calmer he proceeded with his mental list but Gwen interrupted him "Miles, it's okay we don't need that much stuff" Pavitr continued "It's the dimension of (__) after all" he tapped the other's shoulder. With the mask on, his lenses widened for a second in reaction to them not taking it as seriously as he did, in his own experience going to their dimensions there was always something unexpected going on. He crossed his arms and flexed one hand, "Sorry for being cautious", "Don't apologize, mom" Hobie replied waving his hand which annoyed Miles slightly.

He sighed and removed the mask that wrapped around his head to be next to the boys, "Say what you want, you'll be thanking me later", he smiled to himself, "Whatever you say" Gwen rolled her eyes. Part of this unfolded with you as a spectator until you decided to intervene, "I hope I wasn't too late to be early" you got close enough to be heard. They turned in your direction and Hobie didn't waste a moment to approach you, placing his hands on your waist, with a smile he greeted you and their lips met with the same sweetness of many other occasions, with one of your hands on his jaw, "Hello to you too (__)" Pavitr approached shaking his hand "And don't worry, it's not like we were 30 minutes early" the pair right behind him. At this you separated from the boy to greet the others by clapping your palms together, your eyes fell on the backpacks "What do you have there?" as you asked this question all eyes pointed to Miles who just clarified; it was all they needed.

You pursed your lips and raised your eyebrows "Okay" your wrist was raised close to you to see well what you were typing "Then I won't make you wait any longer" the portal then appeared a few meters away from you, Hobie went first, Gwen second, you third until the only ones still there were Pavitr and Miles "Let's go, mom" Pavitr tried not to let his amused tone be heard too much and entered the portal to close as Miles entered too.

Earth 831

The roof of a building, for the moment, was the ground on which they stand, as they pass and reach the dimension Morales' eyes widen at the visuals of what surrounds him as does its melodic singing. With a turn, he feels his eyes open even wider as he witnesses such an ethereal panorama, as his mind can put into words.

The canals surround the city and cross through it to carry its vitality everywhere, they intertwine with the plants and buildings so much that everything seems to be in motion thanks to the delicate curves that facilitate the passage of the crystalline water that reflects everything as a mirror and adds its bluish tone to the infrastructure with its waves, thus a duality is created; the movement and the static. Homes, workplaces, schools; everything blends and stands out in its own way.

"Wow" sighs the spider with admiring eyes, a genuine smile at his amazement forms on your lips with a feeling of appreciation but also amusement at the reaction, "Let's give Miles a moment before he passes out or worse" you tease. Miles rolls his eyes with a slight snort and a smile similar to yours, he raises his hands in defense at the comment before responding matching your tone "Haha, I feel the pressure drop and my heartbeat is already nil" he rubs his hands together and sparks escape from them "I hope you know CPR".

The others smile, Gwen shakes her head reproachfully even if the smile gives her away while Pavitr nods at the speed of his counterattack. Hobie just grimaces with the smile still present "Not bad" you nod as well and your arms flex so that it's possible to put your hands on your hips "Well… What do you want to do? I have something in mind but I'm willing to listen to opinions" everyone gathers to form a circle, think for a moment and give their ideas to do in the rest of the day to discuss and choose by majority vote.

So, they shed their suits for civilian clothes, descended from the building and set out to make the most of the time. The sky was inked with soft fire with its palliated sun glints reflecting off the stream and resting on whatever they could reach, again on a rooftop, the group resting after having had a busy day.

Their chests expand and contract with ease, some with their eyes open to look above them and those that remain with their eyelids covering them. Pavitr moves his field of vision so he can see you as far as his position allows him to do so "what did you have in mind after all? Sure, if we didn't already do it" at this you arch your eyebrow somewhat confused at his question until it comes to your mind what you mentioned hours ago, a grimace on your face "Do you really remember that?" when you see him, he mutters in affirmation "I have a good memory" he rotates so that his forehead rests on the ceiling, Gwen intervenes in the conversation "You don't" he pushes the boy slightly "Yes I do" he replies back with mock annoyance.

"Only when you want" Hobie also speaks, hand on his chest and the other under his head with a nonchalant countenance, Pavitr snorts, "You're against me?" he tilts his head and leans down so his face meets the other's "It was a compliment" he puts his hand against the boy's face and pushes it which makes Pavitr snort "Sure, pick on the younger spidey" you all grunt and snort with complaints until you mimic Pavitr's position "Well… it's nothing we did, it's good timing anyway" you squat down to propel your legs and stand "Get up" at this another round of complaints passes.

Seeing that the others don't even make an attempt you roll your eyes "Really?" you scratch your head for a second "So be it" as fast as you can you touch Miles "Tag, you're it" and run out to jump "Loser buys the food" and with that you throw a web, suit already on in the time lapse of the jump. The others are surprised but waste no time in darting off in all directions, Miles just sighs and rubs his eyelids but a feeling of competitiveness comes over him, he wouldn't spend a penny today.

Like a swing you move through the city without looking back but your senses alert in case you need to, after another spider web you stick to a building and breathe for a few minutes. This doesn't last too long when some steps warn you of the presence of someone and you turn around, hand ready to throw webs "Hey, hey, I'm a friend not foe" Hobie tries to approach you but you squint your eyes showing you don't trust him "I would have done something by now, wouldn't I?" you slowly lower your hand and turn around to see if there is no danger nearby "Did anyone follow you?" he denies with words and movements, he walks to your side and his hand grabs yours pulling it to kiss it with affection "I'm too stealthy, I sneak away from capitalism to do whatever I want" your head rises as well as your eyebrows "Ah, cool" you pretend indifference although inside you have always found it funny and even interesting how out of nowhere he can make comments like that.

This one smiles and with his hip gives you a shove with which you stagger. Without being able to do anything, a spider web lands on the wall of the building that makes you turn to see who is responsible for this, Miles lands on the same wall and without waste, he uses his muscles to touch one of you. With a somersault you evade him and so begins a three-way waltz thanks to the game.

"Come on guys"Miles laughs, unable to hide the frustration of not having touched either of you to escape the probable responsibility, he continues in this way but in an unexpected turn of events Mile touches Hobie, there is no time to think, now you and Miles must get as far away as possible knowing that he will come after you if Gwen or Pavitr are not on the radar. With the webs you fling yourself and pray they won't come after you, but you remember the rules and it's clear he'll come after you because he already is.

An irregular route is attempted to disappear from your gaze and it is decided, back and forth, left or right until you turn and it is gone, well, for now you turn a corner with a new web when another one intertwines with yours and you meet Hobie once again, as the twisted chains of a swing are encircled with twists and turns. A short moment where you can see each other's eyes through the contact lenses, where your costumes undergo color changes by the light and everything stops as photography, you only exist for and in this precise instant. Until their bodies begin to approach attracted by a centripetal force.

But this doesn't stop the Spider from tapping you on the shoulder with a 'Tag, you're it' to break free from the web and escape into another one. With your head down you curse and recover, clearly this will not stay like this. You jump from one building to another, looking for the others with a hawk's eye and as if the universe orchestrated it; Miles, Pavitr and Gwen appeared in the field. Going in their direction you make a decision on who to go to, Gwen, but apparently the thing would not be so simple because when you are less than 30 centimeters away from her something sticks to you and prevents you from moving forward.

And this same thing pulls you in its direction, when your eyes fall with the person in charge you shout "Cheater!" Hobie doesn't say anything and only continues with the back and forth without preventing you from any action, a snort leaves your nose and you get ready to continue. In such a way things develop like this; everyone dodging and evading the one who brings them, Hobie from time to time pulling the others either to save them or to have his henchman moment by 'helping' the other, cobwebs everywhere, accusations, provocations, there is nothing you don't try.

Finally, hours later, everyone comes to an agreement to finish without a loser.

"Your money isn't worth here anyway" You mention as they all walk away, "The one I saved myself from" you shake your head trying not to burst out laughing at their faces of realization, it's true, their money won't work in another universe. "Cheater" they talk at the same time and mess with your hair "Hey!Hey!" you shove their hands away "It's not my fault you didn't remember, the only one I should apologize to is Miles" You continue walking until you reach the store, you let them in before following them. Ready to order they spend the afternoon talking.

The key secures the lock and with a check you separate yourself from the door, walk to the living room and greet your parents for the second time that day, also with the purpose of notifying them of your upcoming rest. Climbing step after step you try to keep a pace that is taken as calm, the door opens and having a guest inside the room you are saved, however, such a visit does not last as long as usual, the curtains are inflated to shelter anything that could succumb to the force of the wind and lonely longing for the presence they serve.

You walk carelessly in the confines of the vast lake with your partner's company, the noise of the city becomes mere muffled whispers and the thin light is more than enough to see where you step. Hobie moves his gaze at times to see you or settles for your figure in his peripheral view, but he doesn't stop moving forward, thus going unnoticed as he pulls something out of his pocket "(__)" catches your attention and seeing you stop does the same until you are even, his hand covers the object but not by much.

Your eyes fall to his hand which like a cocoon he opens to reveal a sweet gift; an arachnid shaped pendant made of what appears to be gemstone with aquamarine tones and whitish sparkles. Copper legs with pearly decorations that mimic the fur that some of these animals have, a few cracks visible in all this, likewise, protruding from the mouth of the spider hangs porcelain spider web.

"I tried to glue it on as best I could" he confesses in that voice of nights of effort, "But clearly it won't go back to the original thing" with a sensitive touch you pick up the earring to examine it closely and those breaks only add to the delicate effect. Without a second thought you dangle it from your ear and smile, shaking your head so he can see your profile, your hand curved in your ear, "So?", "it looks spectacular" he runs a finger down your cheek and swings the chandelier with it. You get caught up in the moment, mischievously grab each other and pull until you're holding on with just one hand.

Faced with spontaneity, you let yourselves be carried away by a dance at the same point of the lake. Repelling each other for an instant you shoot a spider web that catches on one of the trees on the other side to cling to a closer one, so a rope hangs over the body of water and you climb it with a few acrobatics until you are in the middle. Hobie doesn't lag behind and throws his own perpendicularly, climbing more aggressively and safely with an exchange of smiles they weave and with calculated jumps begin to knit, each perceived vibration causing the material to flash, linking one to the other or directing so that a pattern builds.

With a leap Hobie grabs you to continue the dance as they put the finishing touches on the fine lace and unhurriedly roll around the net. With the work completed, you center yourselves to lie down and snuggle against your figures, a few minutes pass with the comfortable silence where the calm invites you to fall into surrender. The boy's embrace as an addition. "You fooled us all" he tries to sound incriminating but his voice comes out completely amused and you decide to play along "I have my methods" you put on an overbearing attitude and look at your nails "Mmm, it shows" he rests his cheek on the palm of your hand and with the other hand he pokes your rib "You better not become a dictator or similar because I will crush your head" now he opens his hand and grabs your face shaking it, you both laugh and roll your eyes.

He leans down and crosses his legs "Why tag?" squint your shoulders and tilt your head "Why not?" Hobie is slow to show his reaction but just laughs sarcastically "Sure" he leans down even more until your foreheads touch and they fall back into silence, treasuring this day without thinking about the future even for a single second even. And it feels as if the web is wrapping and caressing them to protect them from any suffering, past or yet to pass so that hope and love will prevail, a second, an instant, so ephemeral and so infinite.

Angry too

Hobie Brown x Neutral!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 6,200

Summary: V.E.N.OM is not the word you'd like to be associated with after all the implications it has but, you don't have V.E.N.OM but Venom in your side.

Written Curse: Different P.O.Vs! Use of (__)! --Graphic descriptions of body awareness, violence, self harm, etc. So be aware--I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!-- Text like this is for when you can only listen Venom-- Equis somos de la chaviza See ya Darlings!

<Chapter 2 / Chapter 4>

Every day that passed was one of learning, full of adrenaline and anxiety, the risk of being discovered and probably murdered in front of an audience to demonstrate the power that those still had increased. But it was something willing to risk.

At the moment the night subtly suffocated the sky that struggled to remain bright now weak, next to the semi-open closet there were hairs that the dim light itself reached while avoiding at all costs touch even a millimeter of their face. Fingers were rubbed repetitively and slowly without much pressure, eyes focused on everything but without detailing anything around, more busy with the internal conversation with the other being inside the room. From one moment to another one of their hands touched the floor to lean on it and leave the room with a quiet step, closing the door completely all light was deprived of the room, now the rhythmic sound of the footsteps was an indication of any activity that, like the sunset, was succumbing until it was completely shut down. But that paper would continue waiting for their return and at the same time lurking in the shadows.

The fury remained among the streets but always alert whenever someone seemed untrustworthy. Others, willing to help for what they were promised. Meanwhile, the unusual heat caused poor drops of sweat to accumulate and descend from his face to his neck. Since one of his hands sweat was impregnated in the paper that he observed carefully as if doing so would give him the answers to the questions that arrived in his mind.

He knew that the symbiote was free, that it hunted (or what his experiences gave him knowledge) policemen. But why make this public information? It was not a good idea to make them look as if they had no control of the situation but knowing that very rarely did anything escape from their dirty hands, they had a reason. He took another look before folding the paper and storing it in one of his pockets to walk again on the wide streets that watered with the ink of the night dazzled clusters of brightness in indistinct places while formulating some plan to know what he should do in any of two possible cases.

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A new day was dawning and it might have seemed like a typical situation that one would find authorities almost at every corner but now… they were almost every inch, breathing down each other's necks. (__) saw this and decided to keep a low profile until conditions allowed something to be done, they would not make the same mistake twice. They would not let themselfs be carried away by their emotions and even less by Venom's impulses, as they passed several of these policemen, they heard --Look at all that meat, marinated in liters of blood-- they walked by another one --Waiting for my teeth-- it was the only thing they could do, listen to Venom for the moment.

Minutes later and already inside the subway, the being continued with its chatter but this was not enough to change (__)'s serious countenance although inside there were mixed emotions that Venom ignored. When they arrived at the station they wasted no time, as soon as the doors opened they left the wagon in a hurry, evading other passersby, their clothes suffocated strangely every time they wiggled climbing up the stairs one by one. Almost like a bomb against time and inexperienced hands close to cutting a wire with the possibility of not being the right one, they kept up the pace of the walk now without a glance at every policeman they passed.

As they walked further they could finally make out the school which made them calm down a bit, slowing the pace and gaving a sigh that they had been holding for a while but was not aware of, being completely inside they tried to act normal and keep up the act.

No matter how much one saw their face, one could not imagine what was going on inside their head, where Venom was going on with its rant even if it knew that (__) was not paying special attention to it and was ignoring it to take notes of the class they were in at the moment.

The professor's voice accompanied the pens against the paper and other occasional noises, the pressure of their fingers against the body of the pen helping to distract their mind from the extraneous words flooding them as did the wiggling of their leg. The letters wrote themselves, without awareness of them or their meaning when joined with others; an automatic transcription and so it was with the other subjects, they would not worry about that now, they would have time to review and study. The important thing was to get rid of the nervousness that still accompanied.

In the last hour that remained of classes their walk was slow, their friends had already gone ahead at their own suggestion, the corridors were emptying little by little, all the students entering their respective classrooms. But before they could take another step their body changed direction thanks to Venom's control which was moving erratically but with much more speed than (__) had done, "What do you think you're doing?" they wrinkled their nose as consequence of their eyebrows trying to come together, more out of curiosity than irritation --You're so tense-- now irritation predominated "Oh Really? I wonder why" referring to the forced control Venom was exerting --Let's go for a walk-- with force they made their legs stop "No, of course not, let's go to class, end of discussion" it was quite a bizarre sight how the body moved so spontaneously without apparent explanation if anyone could get through.

--I'm sick of all that information of no obvious use to your own little head-- continuing with the struggle a hand clung to one of the corners of a classroom, "What would you know?, you've only been in a few classe-" with more force they tried to let go of the wall, --Exactly, I don't need more shit-- the muscles contracted to the point that they could hardly feel them, after several seconds for it to stop they accepted in defeat.

Once outside of the building, they rested on one of the many roofs, their feet dangled and swayed unhurriedly. The sea of constructions gave the impression of being able to walk on them without any problem and before their immensity they gave tranquility, a momentary escape to the internal and external problems. "It's not what I expected", "We're outside, that's what you wanted" they leaned their shoulders on the same surface where they sat and turned a little to see the buildings behind, "But this is so… depressive" (__) arched an eyebrow, it was strange that Venom used that word, "Why is it depressive? do you even know what it means?" the last thing said to annoy it, but when they didn't get an answer they immediately turned their eyes to the same place before, where Venom hadn't moved.

"Venom?" its white eyes or what could be thought of as eyes, just like the killer whales, seemed to be fixed on theirs until its voice continued, "Do you remember what we talked about?" they recomposed their posture and seriously asked what exactly it meant, it was rare the occasion when they could see or feel the symbiote like that "About telling us things. When you went to see your little boyfriend" (__) rolled their eyes, it was sure that at any moment they would be stranded thanks to the various times they have done this but they wouldn't give up in making the atmosphere more pleasant "I think you tried to say your boyfriend dude, you can't go a day without mentioning him".

This annoyed Venom who protested and even more when it saw (__) with a smile "Admit it, you drool over him, you're just jealous that he doesn't feel the same for you" without any further warning Venom went out propelling the body of (__) who let out a scream at the sudden movement, now their were hanging thanks to Venom's grip on the building where they were, "Will you let me talk?" it was possible to see the body of the buildings and therefore everything that was happening in the surrounding streets, their limbs hanging as simple ropes, immediately nodded and confirmed verbally.

When they could feel the concrete again they hurried away from the shore, they placed a hand on their chest to relax the nausea "Sometimes I forget that you are an idiot" before they could say anything else a tentacle covered their mouth "Shhhh, you said you would listen, now shut up" they didn't squeak so as not to repeat what had just happened.

"We agreed to get to know each other but we have shared such superficial things that won't help us to really get along better" still, with its head out it rotated its companion's with a big smile "So I'll tell you more about me" with a tug it sat them down and started the story where it thought convenient "His name was Eddie, my first person and the only one for so long… I remember him as if it was yesterday" its face gave the notion of true melancholy, it was a somewhat absurd moment to some extent but they didn't interrupt.

"He was my guest for two years, he was stubborn, impulsive and even a jerk, stupid, idiot, an asshole just like you" Venom approached them "But he was also someone who knew what he was doing, why and for whom…" so the minutes passed that felt like hours as they listened about the man or boy and the relationship they had, how it ended up in the hands of the government and how it managed to escape.

"I needed another host, I wasn't going to survive without one so I scoured the streets, I found the guitarist and thought he was the best candidate but immediately knew better when he played those horrors" it shook its head, (__) had been intrigued by everything it was telling them, trying to imagine every little thing they heard but when it mentioned Hobie they stopped any thought "Wait a minute, were you going to have a relationship with Hobie?" it automatically corrected "Considered, told you, but not with his sounds", "Music" now they corrected the other "Whatever. I couldn't go another day without someone, I needed food, it wasn't long before I found another option" under Venom's control the arm moved and one of the fingers extended in the direction of the teenager "You".

"I didn't waste any more time and in less than a day I formed the connection" they lowered their hand slowly with the help of the other one, "You make it sound like i was your last option" at the affirmation that they really were, they gave Venom a small smack, they moved their head and gently pinched their lips, "That solves my doubt as to how you knew his full name, I was beginning to believe that you really liked him all to yourself" with threatening intent it moved too close to their face, "What did you say?" they distanced it with the palm saying "Nothing," a small smile appeared on both of their faces, "So you're really attracted to the boy?" Venom counterattacked emphasizing what (__) had said, they stood up and walked to the shore, in the same spot where they had been and rested their arms "Whatever you say, dummy" they knew that Venom went back to shelter inside their body when they could no longer hear it next to themself, all the sounds of the city were barely reaching their ears.

--Your turn-- (__) grimaced and shrugged their shoulders "What do you want me to say? I have nothing" they looked down to see the backpack still on the ground lifelessly --Then I'll ask you something-- they kicked the backpack making it adjust to the force applied to it but it still occupied the same space, "Why are you doing this and for whom?".

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The week went by without too many complications besides the ones you already had over yourself; mutual hunting, school, being a teenager with a crisis thanks to a simple question from the symbiote you live with. Nothing that couldn't be fixed with some effort.

The small calendar inside one of the now open notebooks points out today's date, along with a note and a time that you remember very well only that there are still a few hours left, the radio is a momentary distraction to the impatience for that time to arrive as well as doing homework, every so often you check the clock; you finish a paragraph, you check the clock; you finish the homework of a subject, you check the clock. And so it went until finally the clock struck the right time and the pen you were using immediately left your hand. You didn't want to be late.

To your surprise you spotted him as soon as your sight met the park, a few steps and he turned so that your eyes connected. You both smiled and raised your hand to greet each other, a 'Hey' was all it took for you to walk around.

"You know, I was beginning to wonder if I should have been more specific about which park I was referring to" you said it while looking for something in your pocket "Well… it's the park where we formally met, I do not think I'm that clueless" your hands took refuge inside your own pockets as you felt good, in this interaction it was clearer the ease with each other, even if the previous ones were very short it was still enough to feel comfortable and more when having scenes in common.

With your head facing the ground, you could see how your feet were moving but you amended this by having an object in front of you, it was hanging from Hobie's hand and you took it with delicacy "I guess it's for me", "You guess right" he released the object, another pin that from meters you could notice was made manually grabbed by a thread, you placed it in the waistband of your pants "You shouldn't have" it sounded dry according to your perception and you added "I mean; thanks, you wouldn't have bothered".

Hobie stopped and his body looked at yours "Not at all, I like to do this kind of stuff", you stopped as well but kept walking until you bumped into a bench where you both sat down, you sighed and crossed one leg "But seriously, thanks", "Don't mention it", he fiddled with his own pins, but he was concentrating on the surroundings and with special care to all the policemen near you.

He leaned against the backrest and imitated the action of crossing his leg, you inhaled and decided to start another conversation "Soooo where do you go to school?" when you heard that he didn't attend any high school you felt embarrassed for asking the question but before you could correct yourself he assured you that it was fine, clarifying that he was studying on his own anyway and remarking the importance of getting an education. "Tell that to a friend of mine" you tried to get Venom to talk to you since it had been very quiet since you left the house until it heard this last thing, --Friend?-- the young man clicked his tongue with a chuckle and you caught yourself smiling more, "Really, if you saw how he always complains with me" Hobie tilted his head, "Really?" he arched an eyebrow when he saw you nodding.

"Yes" you moistened your lips with your tongue as your fingers lifted and lowered in sequence "He's an idiot", --But your friend-- as you heard more from Venom you decided to try your luck "A big idiot if you ask me" as a part of you expected it your hand moved to hit your temple quite furiously from Venom "Ouch" you rubbed yourself with the same hand but almost without actually touching yourself "Are you okay?" you heard Hobie coming towards you "Yeah, yeah, I felt a bug but I hit more than I should have" Hobie pulled himself together now hitting his thighs almost like a drum set "Of course" in your periphery, you saw what he was doing but he also caught sight of the cops, you had to be alert with them near the two of you.

"Maybe it was karma from my friend", --You said it again!--, "So that's how you usually talk about him?" without looking away you nodded "We get along like that, don't worry, it's not like he says any better about me" you looked at him and stopped wiggling to pay attention to him "What about you?" he tilted his head and leaned his elbow on the backrest "About what?" you turned your eyes and pointed at him momentarily "Is there a friend you get along with similarly?" he looked up to think about the answer.

"Yeah" he finally answered to tell you about his friends with the small difference of not mentioning anything that could sound strange; related to his alter ego. While you were trying to push in your head the repetition of the word 'friend' that since you mentioned it for the second time Venom seemed like a broken record.

Two hours had passed and your conversations varied from time to time, the sun was still present with no plans to leave soon just like the people who were having fun or strolling in the park either by themselves or accompanied.

In the middle of the conversation you both changed the focus of your attention when one of the many policemen that were inside the place started to approach you, minutes before these authorities were approaching the civilians with the excuse of asking them some questions and you knew it thanks to the fact that one of them had said it to a couple close to you but you couldn't hear too much. The only thing you managed to hear was about knowing something about strange happenings lately or if they had knowledge/information about things that were concerning the police.

With his hands in his pockets Hobie suggested getting out of there, it was obvious his demeanor changed knowing that one of them would be near you and him. The both of you peeled off the bench and headed for the entrance that doubles as an exit with deaf ears to the officer's calls, your hurried steps were no impediment for him to catch up with you and with arrogance grab the the boy's shoulder, who felt the urge to hit him as soon as he felt his hand.

When he looked at the officer, his body language was similar to Brown's. But yours? it was not at all like theirs, it was more nervous about what might happen and more thinking that the symbiote couldn't contain itself too much if there was an altercation in which it felt its presence was necessary. Of course, you had already had a discussion about it, in fact, more than one. But you had to trust, it wouldn't work if you hesitated so all you could do was look neutral and hope for the best… or be ready for the worst in any case.

Neither of you spoke as the man did so first, with a contemptuous look he looked at you up and down "I'm going to ask you a few questions" he took out a French-sized notebook with a pen ready to write down. "We were just leaving" you swore Hobie's teeth gnashed at that instant, the tension couldn't even have been cut with a knife but with a diamond because of how heavy it felt, the man frowned and his voice quickly changed tone "I'm not asking you, boy" his eyes were focused on him until they moved to you, with a macabre smile he turned to Hobie "You're one of those punks, aren't you?" With a wave of his hand pointing to his clothes he raised his jaw, "Why don't we make this easy, hmm? Before I decide not to be so condescending".

Your own jaw was uncomfortable due to the pressure you exerted by the anger of his sense of superiority, leaving aside the anxious attitude you had not long before, Venom spoke to you --What an asshole, if he knew he is signing his death sentence--.

With a bold decision he approached Hobie who, being taller than the officer, didn't let himself be intimidated, centimeters separated them from the other who didn't step back "After all you don't have your little friends to help you nor that idiot Spider-punk" this ignited a flame inside Hobie; it was never to his liking to hear the 'punk' instead of the 'man'. He closed the space between the two "Repeat that" he whispered more to himself than to the other, without taking his eyes off the man smirked again "Have it your fucking way, you fucking punk".

When the man's hand clutched your wrist Hobie was ready to release the first hit knowing that other cops around you would come as so far they were just watching, but it was a surprise to them and even to you when the blow was released by you on his cheek, with your eyes wide open you felt ready to disappear off the face of the earth as you couldn't do anything with other people being witnesses and even if you threw everything away or if you decided to fight without Venom it was never with an excess number of 2 cops at a time.

Adding the supposed 'thinking and doing better'. The officer's face was disfigured as he showed his own Venom; from living with the original and learning its expressions within what it can do, you knew he was furious, thirsty to hurt. You didn't need to be aware for you and Hobie to run instantly.

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The two teenagers ran away as fast as they could, a group of officers at their heels, running in lockstep, occasionally one would grab the other to turn or change direction to keep going together. The lights on the poles crawled and then disappeared in their vision to let the next one help them get their bearings, their breaths were shaky, arrhythmic and limited.

They could have continued in such a way if it were not for the fact that when they turned a corner and continued running Hobie was warned by his spidey sense, a policeman appeared and intercepted them on the path they were about to take, he grabbed (__) to change direction again, only it was not as fast as they took a different route when they saw the policeman. Their paths separated, which in a way could be good to be able to act but it was quite risky, in the end, they decided to get out of that mess and meet again.

Entering an alleyway to take a breathe they leaned on their knees "That was a blow I didn't expect from you (__)... not so much but you get it" Venom finally came out to see (__) who exhaled deeply and wiped the sweat from their forehead "What was I thinking?" they resumed their initial position and rubbed his eyes "Now it's the second officer I hit" it wasn't with pride but with disbelief as they remembered the first time they had hit a cop; the cause was the same but with what recourse was different. A few breaths later they were back to normal but remained in the same place. Where would Hobie be?, should they help him?, look for him?, most likely he was fine, he was Spider-man but otherwise, they doubted.

Would it be better if they went home?, they wondered, no, they had to make sure he was all right. They fled together, and they would return together.

A few footsteps alerted the teen who at first was not sure who it was but when they heard the characteristic distorted voice threatening them, they looked for something on the floor. In the dim light of the alley, they could see a metal pipe, that would do. Unable to bend down to grab it Venom covered his face licking his teeth but was restrained by the hand of (__) who cautiously just squatted down and reached for the pipe, with the same speed they stood up and grabbed the object tightly.

The man did not waste any more time and hurried to jump into the alley, at the same time, the tube crashed against the wall and created the right frequencies to affect him and (__) who felt the vibrations and their nerves contracted, as if they were being burned one by one. With effort they gave another blow ignoring the moans of the other symbiote, it was then that they started to run without letting go of the metal and with an immense but passing pain. They knew that the policeman would also recover and go after them.

Street after street passed with their senses everywhere --That was very rude of you to me, your friend-- the wind dried their sweat that emanated without ceasing, feet throbbed along with their heart "I'll make it up to you later" they said in a hurry, almost passing another street a shadow was present so they tightened the tube, lifted it and prepared themself. As they almost whipped the person, he grabbed the pipe and tried to take it away but they both realized who the other one was "Hobie" they relaxed when they saw Brown who sighed and turned in all directions "Let's get out of here".

They were guided by Hobie who without mentioning anything moved between the streets along with them skillfully, both Venom and the teen were in doubt as to where they were going but it was (__) who could ask and Venom was telling them to do so.

But this wasn't necessary as they stopped for a moment "Careful" he whispered as he gently grabbed their hand and helped them onto the boat that lay on the pier, as they stepped fully inside they felt the hand that was once spliced with their own move away, they couldn't tell where thanks to the darkness that dominated but it didn't last long. The oil lamp lit the space and their eyes ventured into the new information, it was a bit of chaos at first, things here and things there. Posters on top of each other, books strewn across the bed and the couch unpicked from the ends.

Hobie stretched out his arms and turned in on himself "Welcome to your home" he prepared to walk and lay down on the couch, the other who stood immobile at one end of the walls and raised their eyebrows "Home?… This your home?" with even more curiosity and with some embarrassment they checked every nook and cranny again. The boy nodded proudly and took off his vest to leave it right next to the armchair, the pins rang one by one "Exactly, make yourself comfortable, please, I insist" he put his hand to his chest to extend it as an invitation.

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For you it wasn't something that had ever crossed your mind since you met Hobie but to be honest nothing was happening the way you expected it to anymore. With your toes on the bottom bar of the chair you sat on you tried to relax. My goodness, you had become very nervous, could anyone blame you? Not at all, it was quite obvious that it was something that would happen and it would be weird if it wasn't the case.

"Here ya go" he handed you a glass of water which you thanked him for taking small sips, he shook his head with a snort, "You don't have t' thank me for everyting I do" he returned to the couch, scratched his jaw and stretched his arms along it "I'm sorry 'bout earlier" his tone changed which made you stop drinking water and look him in the eyes, "That wasn't your fault" he raised his arm and crossed his leg, "It was, I should have been more prudent when I was with you" when you heard it you raised your eyebrow and instead of crossing your leg you crossed your arms "I can defend myself Hobie" wow, corny, you bowed your head "If it wasn't like that you wouldn't have even known of my existence" even cornier you thought, he just smiled and turned his eyes "I'm sure I would have met you anyway".

Now it was your turn to raise your shoulders "We'll never know" you took another sip of water until you finished the glass, without knowing where to put it, you left it on top of a piece of furniture that had more books, you stretched your arms and legs "But seriously, don't worry, you can defend yourself too, can't you?" this was an attempt to improve the atmosphere, which worked well.

"I guess" he curled up, his head touching the back of the chair "You guess right" hearing you repeat the same thing he did, he let out a chuckle. The smell of the oil that fed the flame was barely noticeable next to the one that the books emanated, the light from it rested like petals falling from the top of a tree without the rigorous wind that hurries them to a destiny that is not theirs, it was comforting to sit on that bench that with marks of its past threatened to crumble but that only being an appearance really was resistant and calm danced with everything that was between the wooden walls.

But this was not enough for your thoughts to have the need to come to the surface. "Hobie?" you watched as he straightened up as a sign of his attention, you bit your tongue, you would be about to walk on ice but you needed to listen to someone "You… why do you help people?".

You noticed the confusion on his face, his lips responded "Help them? I think that's too big of a word for what I do" your hand gripped the edges of the bench and your body leaned toward him "... But what made you realize that you wanted to do something for them?" he could swear he saw sparkles in your eyes thanks to how dilated they were, he stood up from the armchair and started to pick up some books to place them in a bookcase nearby "To know that they were like me" such a simple answer that seemed so obvious but that hid a lot in its own.

You thought about what he said until you saw the clock on his furniture and it gave you a sense of time "My mom is going to kill me" immediately you stopped sitting down. 8 o'clock, how had it gone by so fast, "I'll take you" he offered but you declined, you felt he had already done too much for him to want to do more "You want to go out on your own right after escaping from the pigs? You're crazy" he grabbed two coats, one for himself and one for you "Come on, the sooner the better".

The wagons were bustling as usual, people minding their own business. The row where you sat was almost empty except for one other person, station that arrived, the station where they got on and off, when you saw that there were three stations to go before yours, you decided that you would get off at the next one.

Leaving the station you walked a short distance, the streets were friendlier than they had been but you didn't let your guard down for anything that happened. At one point you thanked him and assured him that you would be fine "You have to be at home too" you couldn't ignore the difference in heights when he literally curved to be more at your level, he smiled sideways "Just don't get into any more trouble…. for now" he winked at you --Uuuuuuuuuu how gallant-- you inwardly bit your cheek for the interaction "I promise, for now" you raised your pinky which reciprocated as it intertwined with his, the realization hit you "Oh, I guess it's my turn to pick the place" you pretended to think scratching your chin "How about this very station?" you nodded your head --And when would it be?" You swayed with your feet "Well, it's most likely i'll sentenced to 1 month without going out, so I'd better give you a smoke signal when it's good weather".

You both looked silly with the smiles you were wearing, "All right, I'll keep an eye out for any heavenly messages" Hobie buttoned up his coat "See ya" he didn't finish the sentence as your hand met his cheekbone his eyes focused on it which you quickly removed "You had a bug" you laughed nervously and shook your arms "Bye Hobie", this didn't bother him one bit which made him smile bigger "Bye (__), may the wealthy not capitalize you" you said goodbye with a last wave of your hands before parting ways and going on separate ways.

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"Did I ever tell you that you're a fool and an idiot?" they kept their hands on the coat Hobie Brown lent them without stopping the pace --Yes, with the word friend in that sentence-- (__) snorted and shook their head "Is that all you cared about all day?" their arm moved again, their raised their thumb, moved the forefinger up and down --Yes, exactly, indeed. That's right (__) you have your mouth full of reason and your thoughts clear and decisive-- they made a grimace "Why do I want enemies with a friend like you, you'd see that putting my hand on his face…" they wanted to slap themself so Venom would feel it.

--Come on (__), he loved it, his goofy face said it all-- they couldn't help but laugh a little "Whatever you say, matchmaker". Their face that before reflected encouragement was now in the opposite state --What's wrong?-- they sighed and raised their hands to the height of the collarbone "It's unfair that I know practically everything about him but he knows nothing about me, you know" their legs changed direction to a little crowded street until they entered another alley --It's better not, if he found out he would want to tear me to pieces-- they sighed again, they moved their neck from one side to the other with their hand on it "I know it's not, we are not the same as them Venom".

Venom stuck its head out "But would he be willing to accept it after everything he's been through?" a tentacle came out of the side to touch the chest of (__) who was in doubt and silent for a few seconds, concentrating on the other's eyes "We'll have to hope so" its substance shot out at a nearby pole and its head disappeared "So while let's have a little fun" as it had happened the other time in when they encountered Hobie, Venom sent (__) flying into the air thanks to the tension it had applied, suppressing a scream as the air passed around them until things seemed to stop for an instant.

The specks of light and darkness at that height resembled an impressionist work, Big Ben another indistinct point among the others. It was a sight like no other but gravity did its thing and eventually, they began to descend, never in those moments they touch or were about to touch the ground as Venom carried them from one side to the other, the minuscule moans were replaced by laughter and smiles with excitement.

As they were about to open the door, looking for the keys, they whispered "That was great, thanks" they raised their head because of Venom "Don't even mention it" they found the keys and turned what was necessary to enter, when they opened the door they found their mother in the armchair in the living room "Mom" they smiled and approached her who was just standing with her arms crossed, hugging her head and planting a kiss on her cheek "I love you very much" without any reaction from her mother they apologized "We'll talk later (__), now just go to sleep" Without the courage to provoke another reaction, they did just that.

Once in the room and lying in bed, they whispered to each other --The good thing is that he didn't play his private concert-- it remarked, and thanks to this they remembered what Hobie had promised and smiled. "I would most likely have had to invent something absurd if it had been like that" they rested their arm on their forehead "Or maybe not, maybe the love you have for him would have been enough to break the spell so that you could hear him", --You would have been jealous-- it snorted "You would be jealous anyway", --Yeah--, "Yeah--, (__) closed their eyes "Fall asleep already", --You sleep-- Venom waited for some answer, after a while it spoke only for the last time of the day, --Rest well (__).--

"You too asshole".

Angry too

Hobie Brown x Neutral!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 3,700

Summary: V.E.N.OM is not the word you'd like to be associated with after all the implications it has but, you don't have V.E.N.OM but Venom in your side. Now that days had passed you try to make this work. New discoveries make it difficult.

Written Curse: Different P.O.Vs! Use of (__)! Graphic descriptions of body awareness, violence, self harm, etc. So be aware--I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!-- Text like this is for when you can only listen Venom-- See ya Darlings!

<Chapter 1 / Chapter 3>

The sound of the clock hands widened throughout the room, the wind continually passed through the window and moved the curtains as if they were waves of the sea.

You ate a chocolate bar, the third to be exact, lying down at the expense of your bed --I’m hungry-- said Venom, but it passed on deaf ears on your part --I need food-- you turned your eyes and with an annoying tone you moved your head as if they were somewhere else in the room and raised the chocolate bar "We are eating."

"You know what I mean" by going back to bed aggressively you left the chocolate and focused on observing the ceiling that seemed degraded thanks to the light of the bulb and the noise made by the clock hanging on the same wall "No, all this is your fucking fault" this seemed to bother the symbiote that with your hand hit you in the face "Who fucked up it was you, or was I who wanted to leave the fucking arms apart?" you stood out of bed, turning your back, then turning and moving your arms trying to explain "I was upset! Ok?, those assholes deserved it" you took the chocolate and gave another bite.

--And now they look for us for that-- the despair was so much that your hands involuntarily squeezed your face, you wanted to scream because, well, it really was your fault as possibly if you hadn't left the arms it would look like any other crime, where the police and the government would not give it so much importance as to look for a guilty or someone to put behind bars, where they would explain that despite the violence and 'immorality' that is lived these days they would work so that the country remains great and safe while they themselves cornered it for their own benefit.

But this was not a mere crime and they knew it, another threat to those of their kind, they didn’t care about those men because they have people in line waiting to fill their jobs but this is different, they wouldn’t allow more dissents --You’re ruining the chocolate-- you put the chocolate on your desk aggressively "I give a damn about the fucking chocolate. I'm not supposed to have a parasite on me, This is not supposed to happen, but the important thing is the chocolate!."

--Parasite!?-- suddenly your hands pinched your skin with everything and nails --I’m not a parasite!-- the pinches moved to other parts of your body each with more force than the previous one "Son of a bitch, let me go!" Venom’s head came out in front of you "Excuse yourself" trying not to show the pain with a serious face even though they knew it was not, you spoke "Fuck you" before anything else happened the door opened without warning, Venom quickly disappeared from sight, with wet eyes you turned "Everything all right honey?." Your mother asked, her face looked worried and moved her head trying to find something "Yes, why?" you tried to sound relaxed "It seemed to me that you were talking to someone" without thinking about it much you responded immediately "It was the radio" without believing you completely she nodded "Okay, goodnight" she took the handle and slowly started to close the door "Good night."

A few seconds passed until Venom came out again and gave you a big hit on the head so hard that you moaned in pain and fell to the floor almost touching the mattress "Was that necessary?", "Totally necessary, no doubt" they smiled at you and approaching your face a little, they waited, doing what seemed eye contact since it had no iris or pupils, you snorted, you squeezed the jaw knowing what they wanted "Sorry" you whispered "Did you say something?" they rubbed their mocking smile at you "You’re enjoying it too much" you roled your eyes and making a few grimaces you said again "I’m sorry, you’re not a parasite" this satisfied Venom who took refuge in your body --At least it was sincere.--

Inhaling and exhaling to calm yourself you saw the time on the clock with its tick tack banging in your ears, there you remembered what Hobie had said.

It was still early or so you supposed for the concert, because those you have attended were always late at night and in many cases in abandoned places, you spent some time deciding what to do.

The silence did not last too long since you went to close the door, with a little hurried step you opened the closet and took out some clothes with colder tones --What are you doing?-- without giving them an answer they gave an explanation --You fell into his charms-- you roled your eyes agian, while you changed "I didn’t fall into anyone’s charms" now you tied your laces "I just want to see the concert" and with the new outfit you opened the window completely --I’m not sure-- you walked to the desk and took the chocolate trying not to sound very sure of yourself "I thought maybe you would like some policeman but the choco-" before finishing, several tendrils came out of the window and without warning they carried you out of the room --So what are we waiting for!?--

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And so it was, very early for the concert; people barely arrived, and the sound tests were barely carried out. Leaning on a wall you watched how the instruments tuned, how some people used the microphone to say anything, from time to time giving you a pain in your head because of the various gaps that made unbearable highs.

You were so focused on this that Hobie's figure approaching went through the background until he put his hand on your shoulder "(__) good'ya could came" with a little spasm of fright you turned to see him you tilted your head back because he was taller "Yeah" something nervous you moved your feet without knowing how to continue the conversation.

"Hey, I apologize for my behavior of the other time, I was a bit agitated and-", "You don’t have t'explain anythin' to me, I’m glad you’re here" he said, looking you in the eyes, he leaned on the wall "Though it's early for ya t'arrive" he smiled, he put his hands into his pockets and pulled out a coin by turning it with his fingers "You never said the time" your eyes seeing its movement and then his face "It’s never important" he locked the coin in his palm "Besides, if I had told ya, would ya've arrived before anyway?" You thought about it a little "No" he smiled and continued to move the coin "Then it wasn´t important" you smiled a little.

After several minutes of comfortable silence, something more confident and trying not to pay much attention to others you answered Hobie’s question "You won’t believe me this. But…" the laughter of shame and fun to remember the moment made it difficult, you took air and calmed down "I am the one who beat the policeman with his shield" his smile grew bigger and the current followed "You? Who would say it, this very fine person a pig thug" He made a few clicks with his tongue as he moved his head in the form of reproach, another laugh escaped you "I know, I’m sure he wants a revenge", "Oh, of course, he must be training right now, waiting for his nemesis" another dephasing occurred but this caused you more pain, you brought a hand to your head "Are ya okay?" he asked "Yes, I’m okay, just a little headache" Hobie accepted the answer "If ya feel the same, ya can tell me and I'll help ya" you nodded and thanked the gesture, a boy who seemed to be one of the members of the band he would play approached and asked him for help for something you could not understand very well "Be back in a minute" you nodded again.

As he walked away Venom took the opportunity to have your attention --I'm hungry (__), I’m getting upset-- with the relaxed countenance you talked "I told you that after the concert we would go for food" your stomach roared and some of your muscles tightened up --But every minute that passes I have more and more appetite from their brains, I could eat some of them now-- then you clarified it "You’re not going to eat anyone here, we are going to wait until it is midnight if necessary. Do you understand me?" Venom complained for another time --Why?-- You raised your shoulders "I don’t know… because i say so."

After a while there were enough people and the heat began to isolate in the building but the lights were still on, turning you saw that Hobie was returning, it was not difficult to find him because of his stature, making his way among the people until he was in front of you.

The laughter, conversations and among other things made it difficult to hear so he bowed until his lips were at the same height as your ears "All good?" His voice was firm and clear, you raised yours "Yes, thank you" from one moment to another the lights went off, the only ones that remained were the ones that gave to the stage where several members barely climbed and took their positions and some neons that the people carried, several shouted "I'll play the guitar, their guitarist couldn't come" he raised his voice and although it was to let you know it also seemed as if he asked your permission not to leave you alone as it was not what he planned to do "Okay, luck!" your throat hurt a little to scream, with the light around you could discern how he winked you and without losing another second he made his way again to reach the stage.

The band introduced its members and said the first song that would be played, the furor grew and grew. The whole atmosphere was gradually building and you enjoyed that, rotating your attention among the band as Hobie was preparing to start playing, his sweaty skin seemed to shine when the light hit him and reflected like a diamond, his body language seemed so calm, as if he were the only one in all the surroundings and the music was inside him waiting to come out, with his hands and fingers on the strings he began to play just like the others.

Normally you would have enjoyed the song but this time it was different, when the sound came to you an immense pain attacked your whole body as if something was biting your nerves and they were burning your skin, it was so unbearable that you covered your ears but it did not seem to diminish, trying to get out as quickly as possible you pushed the people who were near the exit no matter their annoyance.

Your eyes were clouded by pain until you finally reached the frame of the door through which you had passed, without looking back you ran out. After running for a while you stopped in pain, you knelt completely, your hands held your head with enough grip, your pupils were very dilated and your breathing was erratic. You felt how Venom was weak, taking a few puffs of air you put your hands on the floor and waited for the pain to dissipate, you regulated your breathing and stood slowly, your step was the same but that did not matter, at least you were far away from there.

As you walked through the streets you were gaining strength and Venom was the same as you decided to ask "What was that?" people passed by you immersed in their own bussiness --I am vulnerable to some frequencies or sounds, I thought you would have noticed by now-- you stopped completely, by doing this you collided with someone "Watch out!" the person yelled at you without turning to see you or even stopping, for a second you followed him with your eyes before puffing and taking your thumb and index finger to the root of your nose.

You walked to the edge and let the wind caress your face, the steps of people combined with the sound of cars passing by or the talks they had if they were accompanied were reassuring, something that lately was rare in your life for the whole matter of adapting to Venom, the search for the police that was just started was very rigorous and having to keep a low profile in the places you went.

You took this moment to think, at first in banal things to distract you but your mind played against you so you started to think about the previous things and the anger bubbled in your mind, your life had changed in such a short time and that frustrated you, as there was not even enough time to process it, the new sensations, the new knowledge provided by the symbiote, you were angry that you had to pretend that everything was fine when it was not. You were frustrated as the police became more violent when trying to find Venom, how everything seemed like a witch hunt... and the fact that everything would have been easier if you hadn't made that decision.

You felt the tears accumulating in your eyes, trying to dissipate them you turned your head slightly until your field of vision caught some posters stuck on the wall right next to you, seeing them totally you ripped one of them and took your original position. The paper prevented you from seeing your face reading the printed; a poster of is sought with the image of a symbiote, below as caption some vague descriptions but you knew what they were… your descriptions, at the end of this a warning of how dangerous it could be that the 'threat' was free and the reward.

"Shit."

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The sounds of the bones cracking and then breaking were more prominent than those of the flesh being chewed and swallowed aggressively, this time without leaving even a drop of blood. The remaining body was kept in place already dead by internal fractures, waiting for its turn at the banquet that took place in there.

The gloomy smell kept people away except for rats or ravens who were eagerly waiting for leftovers to feed on that night. Returning to the interior of their host, they turned to the sides to make sure nothing risked them and calmly lay on the nearest wall, inhale deeply "You and I need to talk", --What do you mean?-- they put their elbows on their knees and one hand on the other "If we want this to work, I need you to tell me things like before, before they happen. I need to know about you so I can handle this better" they sighed and stretched out their hands --You’re right (__), I want to know you and I, I regret not having been clearer before-- (__) took their face between their arms and tried to suppress a laugh "It sounded like we are in a relationship" their countenance relaxed.

They pulled out their head and saw the sky for a while before resuming the conversation "Anyway I already resigned myself with you" they tried to annoy Venom and it worked as their hand moved involuntarily and hit their opposite arm.

With a smile, they stood "Do you still have room for another?" Venom wrapped their body "Always" they ran his tongue through their teeth and walked to the remaining body and grabbed it by the waist opening their mouth as much as they could to continue the meal.

The concert was over an hour ago, most had already left for that point and the only ones left were those of the band, who helped to uninstall and collect the instruments as well as someone else who talked to them.

Hobie was leaning on the stage platform tuning his guitar again but his mind was elsewhere, he ran his fingers through the strings getting the corresponding notes until the boy from before spoke to him. "Hobie" caught his attention, he turned to see him and in response he got him to just make a sign with his chin. He continued with his eyes until I fell on the figure of (__) standing in front of the gate and when connecting his eyes with theirs, they offered him a smile that reciprocated.

They approached him until they were at his side and he stopped playing, both were looking for the words to address the other and when they found them they expressed them in unison "Sorry for not being there", "Sorry for not being there". "What are you talking about?", "What ya talking about?" They smiled looking at the floor, "I didn’t think you would come back." (__) tied their hands from behind and leaned on the platform just like Hobie did, "I felt better" he saw them, looked at their expression and really looked better but something had changed, he could not say at that moment exactly but later he would.

"I could've helped ya but I was here playing the tunes" he indicate back with my head but you refused "Don't worry, I am sorry for not having heard even one song" they raise their hand with the index finger, the guitarist left his place and walked a few steps back "What do you think about this? As a consolation prize for both of us, I can play some, so you can enjoy the show and I can spend more time with ya" their heart shuddered and without realizing their pupils dilated again but this time it was not for pain, --Uhhh, What a man-- Venom made other organs shudder as if it were butterflies in the stomach.

"I would love it but I have to get to my house, I don’t want my family to realize I'm not in the house" another reason to hate the p.m. "And tomorrow I have to leave early with them" and the A.M.

He approached you as he removed a pin from his vest and grabbed your right hand stretching it to put the object in the palm of your hand "Then you can return this t'me later… or you can keep it. The park seems to me the best option" somewhat confused you watched the pin and closed your hand when he took his hand off "But this is yours" he put his guitar on his back and put his hands in his pockets "Nah, that's an invention of capitalism to justify consumerism based on the feeling of belonging and exclusivity" you looked up and appreciated all the piercings on his face, as his hair was still amazing even after so many hours, the tone of his skin; everything seemed to be in harmony in the discord of his style "Ok" was the only thing that came out of your lips, moving from panorama your eyes examined other parts of Hobie until the part of his wrist caught your attention, this was totally different from the punk style of the boy; the bracelet was more futuristic as if it had been ripped from a robot and put on him.

But putting that aside… you had to leave "The park sounds good" you pointed at the door "Have to leave now" with a hurried pace you went before stopping and turning toward Hobie "Saturday at 5?" his smile was bent and opened his arms, his vest moving to adapt "Is the time important?" god how many times you have smiled?, your face is starting to hurt "No, but it is a recommendation" you waved your hands "See you" he took out one of his hands and semi-closed said goodbye so you went your way.

After you left the building one of the people who were there and had seen a little of the interaction between you said, "Don’t you think they should go with someone?" with his eyes fixed on the door Hobie spoke "They know how to hit, ask the policeman" several were surprised "Then if was who we thought?" his watch began to beep, he raised his wrist to see what it was about. "It depends on who's asking", he said goodbye and left to gather his suit and to open the portal that would transport him to his next mission with some anomaly, this was a symbiote.

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With all the possible delicacy you opened the window and entered your room, the lights off made the task more complicated but you succeeded, walking to the other side where you turned on the desk lamp. You moved the chair so you could sit down --See? No one broke in here--, "Because obviously I wouldn’t leave the window open for anyone to come in" you whispered, the cold outside was taking place inside --I don’t think we should continue to see him-- maybe it was the best option since Hobie Brown: Spiderman wasn’t necessarily a sympathizer with the symbionts. But this was different, wasn’t it?

"We are not like those bastards" you grabbed the chocolate bar half-eaten "I'll think of a way to make all this work" you gave a bite and chewed slowly to enjoy the taste trying to dilute that of the cops. You took a piece of paper out of one of your pockets and unfolded it, you closed the window with the help of Venom, you looked back at it, analyzed the details of the print as well as the choice of words, colors and typography. With the other empty hand you looked for the adhesive tape and cut it with your teeth placing it on the top of the sheet and immediately stuck it right at the height of your face. At the end you kept watching it for a while until you stand up and go to your bed to sleep.

If they were hunting you. You would hunt them down, in the shadows, mercilessly. After all, you are Venom.

Angry too

Hobie Brown x Neutral!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 2,680

Summary: V.E.N.OM is not the word you'd like to be associated with after all the implications it has but, you don't have V.E.N.OM but Venom in your side. In the very same night you meet Venom you meet Hobie, the spider man of your universe.

Written Curse: Different P.O.Vs! Use of (__)! Inspiration from: Cute but deadly and The clash-- You could've been spider person but i'm arachnophobic and venom is my guilty attraction--Graphic descriptions of body awareness, violence, self harm, etc. So be aware--I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!-- Text like this is for when you can only listen Venom-- See ya Darlings!

Chapter 2>

You did not know how to feel and that was more than ok, after all, V.E.N.O.M is the worst in the society in which you live, the dictatorship that exists uses cheap copies of the symbiote that now co-exists with you for its absolutist regime, using the terror of the people as its advantage.

It was starting to get dark and there was still a lot to do, normally you would already be at home having dinner or doing anything else, however, here you were. Finishing a group project since some of your classmates couldn't solve it by themselves, with heavy eyes and yawning constantly you collected everything of yours and saying goodbye for pure courtesy you left school, walking between the corridors a substance moved to the same beat analyzing the presence before itself whom did not noticed of its own.

When you left completely, a metallic noise suddenly filled the surroundings causing your bones to almost snap by the speed with which you turned to try to see the origin of it without getting close.

But at the time you paid attention, that sound was not repeated again, without thinking too much about that you continued the walk putting on your headphones. You went down the stairs that led to the subway, immersed in your music, although at the time was quite empty but it was better than peak hours, the substance was still almost on your ankles.

During the whole journey there was something that did not fit but you didn't quite figure what, you looked at all possible places looking for the reason, taking off your headphones waiting for something, focusing on the other senses but nothing. The night had completely taken over the streets and the train stopped at your station, trying to ignore the feeling you went down, hands in your pockets, up the stairs to finally get out of the underground and be closer to your house.

7 minutes from your house finally made sense of what your brain was so alert about but, it was too late to do something, something began to surround your leg going up the calves, with the present shock the only thing you could move were your eyes that with horror saw that the substance went up and up, by panic you tried to flee but when you took the first step you unbalanced and fell dry "What happens, you don't like me sweetheart?" the deep and demon-possessed voice reached your ears, trembling you looked back at your feet, immediately regretting, the large white eyes contrasting with the black of the being seemed to center thirsty on you, the smile so big that revealed serrated teeth and others like tusks.

You wanted to scream, run away without looking back, cut off your legs if it meant removing the monstrosity that now surrounded up to your waist. You cursed your classmates.

One last smile dominated the expression of the being before it clung to your whole body, you felt how cold their 'body' took over you, your veins felt how they traveled through every possible part piercing your bones, connecting your nerves with yours entering through your eyes, through your ears, through your nose filling with an unrecognizable smell, your mouth; savoring your bowels, the muscles tense trying to prevent domination being more painful when your brain was also surrounded and analyzed but at the same time a great force was palpable, new sensations appearing as electric shocks, totally succumbing.

The silence was tortuous after that event, things seemed static; out of place, your sight was different, everything felt different, without warning you began to move --I knew that this body was better--it was no longer like listening to it but how to thinking about it, still with the panic drowning your being you asked "What the hell are you?" Of course you already knew it but the question came out by itself, they laughed "Apparently I am not so well known around here… I am Venom" by impulse and with all the strength you had, you tried to regain control of your body, running and crashing against a wall over and over again "Get out of my body", --Don’t you like it? I thought you would enjoy it more-- a kind of bigger hand covered yours --Relax a little -- with the remaining hand you grabbed the opposite arm and tried to tear it but immediately the substance seeped back through your skin causing you to rip ot, so much was the force that the cuts began to bleed at the very moment of forming "That hurt, I would recommend not to do that" Venom spoke, going out again to the outside as if it were a costume it wrapped you "Why don't we take a walk (__)?--.

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In the dark streets of the city there is always something happening, in this case, some policemen beating a civilian. The sounds of the blackjacks against the skin were cushioned with the clothes except the moans of pain and the movement of these against the air along with their laughter . So immersed in their pleasure that the large body that was above them resting in the buildings went unnoticed.

"Please, please, leave me, please!" the man sobbed, his burning throat was the only thing that kept him aware of the pain they caused him, making deaf ears those men followed as if they had just challenged them harder.

Until they stopped by the great mass that fell and made the ground rumble, they turned to see, a chill ran through their vertebrae but they recomposed "What the fuck do you want?" said one of them stopping the assault, the other threatened "Go away before you're the next" they saw how the substance seemed to disappear and revealed the silhouette of a person, (__) with squinted eyes observed the faces of the two men semi-formed by the presence of the V.E.N.O.M and then travel to the man lying on the ground dejected by the constant blows, breathing with difficulty.

This made (__)'s anger as much as Venom’s anger grew, they bowed their head and their smile came from side to side of their face "I also want to have fun."

Hobie was returning from one of the missions with an anomaly, it was very recent his entry into spider society but it was easy to get used to the type of action. He took off his mask and let his skin breathe and gave large inhalations, his lungs filling with the air he had become accustomed to, put his mask in the back pocket of his pants, he took off his gloves and put his hands in the pockets of his vest to start walking slowly passing through some signs of wanted with images of spider-man, captain anarchy, among others he knew.

After walking several blocks his arachnid sense hit his head, turning in the direction that his intuition told him ran until he reached a dead end but at that moment as if there had never been a arachnid sense disappeared, the only thing he could distinguish at the moment was a man resting tensely against the wall, without losing another second he went to the man who with a horrified face looked at the opposite wall as if he were observing something beyond "You okay?" the little light that allowed him to see from a short distance made it impossible to make sense of the shadows on the other wall, before Hobie could stand and go to see the man's hand surrounded his arm and almost his shoulder, slowly he moved his head looking at Hobie already with the mask with the same eyes "Venom" the word barely came out of his mouth before fainting right there, "Man" he shook a little the man who did not answer the call, he grabbed his wrist and made sure it was still pulsing, he sighed to confirm that he still had one.

With curiosity he still stood up and went to the other wall, his pupils dilated to adjust, making an effort to make sense of what he saw he pulled out a small lamp that almost always carried with him. By turning it on and focusing on one point, it almost fall due to the shock of seeing blood scattered all over the wall as if it were fresh paint, two hands clinging to some blackjacks and the other two mutilated, the most perverse being that the arms were not held on any body, left to drift. Without looking again, he addressed the man, carried him between his shoulders and went to get help.

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When you approached Venom took control again --With whom do you want to start?-- You did not answer this because one of them ran to both and with the synthetic symbiote lengthened their arm and with his limbs ripped yours, the same damn arm where you had cut before, with a look at the damage it immediately closed and furiously Venom roared.

Without much effort you rushed to the man, grabbing his head and squeezing it, he resisted and trying to free his substance tried to protect the man, before any of them could do anything Venom's mouth lashed with his skull, who at the moment of contact with his teeth broke leaving him lifeless.

The remaining policeman finally reacted by jumping on you and trying to attack the neck, he bit you, in response you whipped the body against the wall repeatedly until it was weakened, when the grip was less you went back through the head but first whipped until the blood dripped soaking the wall, savoring in anticipation the tongue lengthened until reaching the head testing the blood that kept coming out and slowly drained the body.

You didn't know if feeling disgusted, horrorized, or what, the strength you had, the power to see their frightened eyes as others looked at them. It was an overload of emotions. But still, you wanted more.

After nothing left of their heads you attacked the body "Leave their arms" you voiced Venom "Bullshit" protested but your tone and thought made it leave it "Leave their arms", when finished, a part of your face was discovered, you took air and exhale strongly but you stopped to hear someone else’s drowned cry and there you remembered, the man.

The poor man thought he was in a horror movie or in hell itself after witnessing the abominations that happened. The bad thing is that he also saw part of your face, you both walked toward him, he only with his hands receded until he was trapped between the wall and you, without touching him you simply took your finger to your mouth to indicate that he remained silent, in order not to draw more attention that you already did, you climbed the buildings, when you noticed someone approaching, spider-man. From the nerves you took control and fled from there, any part of the city would be better than staying there.

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He swung out of the hospital after making sure that the man was in better hands, of course he did not trust too much since it was obvious that the man could not afford something like this but some doctors had assured that there would be no problem.

He continued swinging until he reached a street where he removed anything that seemed suspicious, walked immersed in his thoughts, in what should have happened. To clear his mind he went to a small park near where he was, when he arrived he saw how there were still a lot of people, it always seemed curious to him how they could continue with their activities in a government like the current one, how nobody was always the same and that everyone changed at all times, how everyone had their ideals, dreams, aspirations, something to fight for.

When he reached a bench he noticed the person sitting on the opposite side, without paying attention he took a seat and lay one leg on another without removing his hands from his pockets admiring the landscape and relaxed his face.

(__) had come before he sat on the bench without moving, for some reason they knew that the man next to him was spider man, the nerves were so much that they felt how their hands were sweating --Can you relax? It is impossible for him to recognize you-- Venom tried to calm them down but they ignored them --Even if that old man had said something, there is no way he knows how you look-- their eyes moved to observe the companion; his vest adorned with pins, his choker with stoperoles, his piercings in the eyebrow, his pants imitating leggins, his wicks, his expression. Their eyes were so focused that when they noticed his eyes moving to see them quickly looked away.

By moving his eyes Hobie was able to better appreciate them, how they dressed, their posture, their body language, when looking at their face he recognized who it was. He had already seen them several times at concerts or protests always attracting his attention but they never seemed to warn of Hobie's existence. At least not as prominent as him.

He shook his leg to the rhythm of a song, seeing other places at other people until he talked "Night's been very fucked up" they put their eyes on Hobie again "I bet that police still remembers you well" with that word almost gives them a heart attack "Police?" the voice trembled "You're the one who hit that police with his shield, Or not?."

A smile appeared on the man’s face as he remembered, him turning to see them and leaned down on his legs and arms "I think I recognize someone who removes their stupid shield from one of them" their fingers traced their hand quickly, with an exhalation (__) tried to calm down "It depends on who's asking" they kept avoiding eye contact, which he noticed "Then I must have been wrong, but you know, that was really cool and fun" he lay back on the back "I’m Hobie, by the way" a second, six, twenty, a minute, two and they gave no answer --what happens? Did you leave your tongue with the cops?-- Venom mocked --Don’t make your nervousness too evident just tell him your name, or lie to him and let’s get out of here, I’m still hungry.--

(__) stood on the bench and with their whole body giving their face to Hobie replied "(__), I am (__)" this one who no longer expected any answer from their part smiled again, a little less obvious and he moved his head, "Nice to meet ya" so they started to move away until they heard "Y'know, this Friday there will be a concert in ****, You should be there, maybe we need help to knock down some things" they just turned and nodded slightly to say, "I'll do my best, Hobie Brown" their voice intermingled with Venom's.

For a minute Hobie remained unmoved thinking he had heard badly,he never told you his last name, did he? And that grave that came out of you, nah "Shit, I need a damn nap" he ran his hand all over his face. 10 minutes after you left he did the same taking advantage of his powers to arrive earlier and lie on his bed and stay there until he wanted.

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"Idiot, how do you say his fucking name?" Already in your house you were going round and round in your room "He did not realize, you saw how it was" you sat abruptly in the bed and put your hands on your face "This is not real, this is not real" your hands tightened and began to scratch your face "Hey, hey, calm down a little, I can feel it, you know " it came out a little to show your face "I’m so fucked up" you murmured before everything happened hit you and you fainted.

"He's British?!"

Hobie x Greek!Reader (does this count as x reader?)

Word Count: 1268

Summary: Pavitr's been hounding Y/n to meet his friends, especially Hobie. After weeks of Pavitr’s excitement, Y/n finally agrees, only to find herself skeptical. However Pav seems to have left out a crucial detail

“Come on! Hurry up slowpoke!” 

“Dude calm down, it’s not that big of a deal.”

Pavitr gaped at his friend. “Wh- huh? Yes it is!” he exclaimed. “I finally get to introduce you to my other spider-friends!” 

Y/n chuckled, shaking her head. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Spider-friends. Cool and all, but you don’t have to act like it’s a Marvel movie premiere or something.”

Pavitr groaned dramatically, throwing his hands in the air as they swung between buildings. “Are you kidding me, N/n? This is a big deal! You’re getting to see Miles, and Gwen again, and meet Hobie! It’s like... the Spider-Society family reunion!”

“Family reunion where half the relatives can shoot webs and punch holes in reality?” Y/n quipped, smirking.

“Yes! And trust me, Hobie is going to love you,” Pavitr said, his voice tinged with excitement. “He’s all about rebellion and sticking it to The Man. You, my friend, are basically Spider-Rebel. Plus Miles already likes you, so that gives you an advantage.”

Y/n gave Pavitr a side-eye as they landed on a rooftop, her sneakers skidding slightly against the gravel. “Wait, should I be worried? I feel like I need a warning label for this guy, based on the stories you’ve told me.”

Pavitr grinned mischievously, hopping onto the edge of the roof and leaning forward dramatically. “Just... brace yourself. There Hobie’s a lot. But don’t worry, you’ll get used to him. Eventually.”

Y/n sighed, shaking her head but couldn’t help the grin forming on her face. “Alright, alright.. Lead the way, Spider-Man Tour Guide.”

Pavitr lit up, his energy bounding as he launched forward, his voice echoing through the city. He used his goober to open a portal. “HQ, here we come! 

Y/n muttered under her breath as she followed, “This is either going to be amazing or a complete disaster…” She sighed then piped up louder. “But I still reserve the right to whoop ass if he’s an asshole!” She shouted ahead to Pavtir. 

“Don’t worry you won’t have to! Now Come on!” He shouted as he flew through the portal. 

Y/n stepped through the portal after Pavitr, landing with a graceful thud on the familiar polished floors of Spider-Society HQ. She immediately rolled her eyes as she took in the chaotic scene.

“Back at HQ,” she muttered, hands on her hips. “The place where Spider-People outnumber sense.”

“Come on, you love it here,” Pavitr said, nudging her shoulder.

“Sure,” Y/n replied, smirking. “Love it so much I want to build a Parthenon in the middle of it. Offer sacrifices to Miguel while he scowls at me.”

Pavitr laughed as they weaved through the crowd. “Well, today’s different! You’re finally meeting Hobie.”

Y/n snorted. “You’ve been hyping him up so much he better not disappoint.”

Pavitr grinned mischievously. “Oh, Hobie’s... something. But I have a feeling you’ll get along. Or fight. Maybe both.”

As they approached the central console, Y/n immediately spotted Gwen, Miles, and Hobie. She gave a quick wave to Gwen, whom she’d known briefly on previous visits, and dapped up Miles. “Yo, anomaly No. 2!” Miles said laughing. 

“Don’t pull that, we know out of the two of us, I’m the original.” Y’n laughed

“Guys!” Pavitr said, bounding ahead. “Here she is! The infamous Y/n I’ve been talking about!”

“Infamous, huh?” Y/n said, crossing her arms as she looked at the group. “What kind of stories are you telling people, Pav?”

“Only the best ones!” Pavitr said, grinning ear to ear. “Anyway, Gwen, Miles, you’ve met her. But Hobie—this is Y/n! Y/n this is Hobie!” 

Pavitr rapidly gestured between you too while smiling like an idiot. 

Hobie stepped forward, towering slightly over her. His punk rock vibe was impossible to miss—spiked jacket, guitar slung over his back, and a smirk that radiated trouble.

“So, you’re the Greek one Pav’s been goin’ on about,” Hobie said, his tone lazy and amused. “Must be somethin’ special, yeah?” 

Y/n froze for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly. She leaned toward Pavitr and grabbed his arm, pulling him aside. “Pavitr. A word.”

Pavitr blinked, confused but obediently followed her to the side. “Uh... sure? What’s up?”

Y/n gestured vaguely in Hobie’s direction, keeping her voice low but her tone urgent. “You didn’t tell me he was British.”

Pavitr tilted his head, looking genuinely baffled. “So?”

“So?!” Y/n hissed, throwing her hands in the air. “That’s, like, a huge deal breaker! You should’ve led with that!”

Pavitr stared at her, fighting a laugh. “What? Why? Hobie’s great! He’s one of the coolest Spider-People I know!”

Y/n crossed her arms, scowling. “He’s British, Pav. British. You know how I feel about that.”

“Wait, is this because you’re Greek?” Pavitr asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Y/n gave him an incredulous look. “Oh, now you get it? Do you know how much crap the British have taken from my country? It’s like their national pastime.”

Pavitr snorted, unable to keep his laughter in check. “Okay, okay, but Hobie’s not like that! He’s anti-establishment, hates authority, very punk rock—”

“Doesn’t change the fact that he’s British,” Y/n interrupted, her tone teasing but firm. “He’s probably genetically predisposed to stealing stuff that doesn’t belong to him.”

Suddenly Gwen piped up from the corner. “He absolutely is!” She shouted. Y/n looked at pav, then to Gwen, then back to Pav again while wildly gesturing her hands. 

“Haha, don’t listen to her,” Pav shot a passive-aggressive glance at Gwen, who just smirked back. “Come on, give him a chance!” Pavitr pleaded, laughing. “You might actually like him. I mean, after you get over the whole ‘British’ thing.”

“Doubtful,” Y/n muttered, but a small smirk played on her lips as she turned back toward Hobie.

“Oi! I can hear you both, you know!” Hobie called out, amused.

Y/n gave Pavitr a quick, deadpan look. “I swear this is a curse. I can’t even look at him without hearing the word ‘bollocks.’”

Pavitr snickered, but Y/n wasn’t done.

“I know you can hear me, I’ve been saying shit with my chest this long why stop now.” she sighed dramatically, turning back to Hobie with a teasing grin. “ But let’s be real here. The real reason we’ll never get along is simple.”

Hobie raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And what’s that then?”

Y/n crossed her arms with a smug smirk. “Simply put... I can name at least 100 things that your people took from my country that didn’t belong to them.”

Hobie blinked, clearly taken aback for a moment before cracking a grin. “Ah, so we’re going there, are we?”

“Absolutely,” Y/n said, leaning in slightly. “From the Parthenon sculptures to, well, let’s just say I could make an entire list of things your empire thought were fair game for the taking.”

Hobie let out a laugh, clearly impressed by her attitude. “Fair play, love. But if you’re gonna hold that grudge forever, we’re in for a long ride.”

Y/n shrugged, still smiling. “It’s not a grudge, mate. It’s a historical fact that I happen to find it highly amusing, considering the company I’m in.”

“Historical fact, eh?” Hobie said, grinning wider now. “Guess I’ll have to step up my game then.”

Pavitr groaned, running a hand down his face. “Oh no. This is either going to be the best friendship ever or an international incident waiting to happen.”

“Why not both?” Y/n quipped, her smirk returning as she turned back to the group.

Hobie x afab!reader (smut)

Imagine..

Hobie is fucking you from behind, the tip of his cock reaching parts you didn't even know existed. You're lying on your stomach, your legs and arms widely spread, letting Hobie fully take control. He notices the way you get all sloppy, the way you're fucked out, your eyelids fluttering close. Your moans are muffled by the pillow your face is in.

He takes a handful of your hair, pulling you back so your face is no longer squashed into a pillow. He takes pride in making you all cockdrunk for him. "Already so fucked out and I didn't even make you cum yet" he speaks, sucking on your sweet spot on your neck. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull. He notices the way your moans slowly fade into broken words. You try to talk, but the words aren't forming as everything you say turns into pathetic whimpers.

"What is it sweetheart? Talk t'me" you can basically feel his wide grin. You collect all of your last energy to finally give him your wish. "H-ha.. nghh— harder!" He almost halts for a moment. "Wha'? Baby you're almost fallin' apart beneath me, I'm afraid you'll pass out if I do any more" he chuckles, but as he hears your unaudible protests he gives in, fucking you at a gut wrenching pace. Your knuckles turn white as you grip into the sheets while Hobies hand is still gripping into your hair to force you to look up.

"Not with me luv" he grumbles as he takes both of your hands and pulls them together with one of his hands. His huge palm is able to hold both of your wrists together. His hips start to stutter as he feels himself coming closer to his high, along with you — and no longer after you're squirting on his cock while he pulls out to cum all over your pussy, moaning at the sight of his and your juice mixing together.

His fingers come down to your cunt to collect the juice, but you're squirming away from him. "Ts too much!"

""Ts too much!" He mocks as he laughs. "Calm down, I'm not doin' any more, sweetheart." and his softer side comes back as he kisses all over you, taking you in his arms to get you cleaned up as he praises you.

Masterlist

i need hobie brown smut i can’t find any 😭🙏 hes a rockstar so i’m pretty sure those fingers are …. 😍😍

practice — hobie brown. longer name. hobie using your pussy for band practice. they areeee tho. god.

he’d be sitting on a comfy chair or couch, legs spread (of course), and he’d be ushering you over by a slight backwards tilt to his head. thinking all is innocent you walk over, bouncing onto the couch beside him. hobie immediately grabs your legs which had bent slightly together, as he straightens them over his lap, his large hands practically wrapping around both calves (they are big enough, yes).

“how’d practice go?” you ask, shifting to get slightly more comfortable. “I could practically hear your guitar from a million rooms down — ” but your words drift off upon feeling his hands glide up your leg, coming to a stop by your bare thighs (you being in a skirt). you intake air as hobie yanks you closer to him by your thighs, slightly spreading them in the process.

you’re now practically draped over him having to push up slightly on your elbows as you stare at him from lower on the couch. “it was alrigh’…” his hand began to lead under your skirt all while keeping eye contact with your fluttering eyes. “if ya heard it that far away, then mission accomplished.” your breathing hitches as hobie’s ringed fingers disappear under your skirt, away from your vision, as he slowly brushes over your covered pussy, making your hips jolt.

“but apparently I need practice…” he hums, beginning to draw patterns over your clit as your chest begins to heave. “my fingers need to be quicker to get a certain tempo…” now he’s moving your panties aside as he slides the tips of his fingers through your wetness. “thanks, babe…ya all prepared for me.”

and then he’s thrusting two long fingers into your cunt making your breathing hitch as your hips shift. “hobie…”

“mm…” he watches as his fingers go in and out your pretty hole. “ya can help me get better…righ’?” his thrusts are moving quicker now, as his other hand keeps your thighs spread apart. “let me know if my speed is improving.” you’re now a whimpering mess as your head knocks back, his thrusts now at an ungodly pace as his thumb moves to rub circles on your clit.

“no no…i need to you to see. to let me know how i’m doing…” his free hand moved to pull your chin back. “watch.” your pussy is clenching around his fingers, as the speed makes your entire body hum, his thumb somehow flicking your clit perfectly. and as your orgasm crashes over you, hobie hums to himself, slowing the pace a fraction, but not pulling out.

“see…i’m already getting better…you really are helping me improve…” his thrusts quicken up again, making you whine in overstimulation. “shh…this technique is working…i can’t stop my practice now…”

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Hii, its okay! Please dont feel rushed and take all the time you need <3 it doesnt need to be +18 if you're not comfortable, i also like angst to fluff jajaja

Thank you sm!! I just don’t know how to write smut, but i LOOOVE angst to fluff😭

OMG I NEED MORE MIGUEL X LATINA READER!!!

Write whatever you want, just give us more please <333

HELLO!! i was gonna post Closet pt 2 to a request of it, but accidentally clicked to reply privately and idk what happened to that post, and this is the only request that looks like i can use for this!!

Also Ik people who asked for part 2 wanted some smut, but i love angst to fluff and idk how to write smut😭, maybe i can try for a part 3??

Also I fell asleep while writing this and when I woke up my phone was locked and I had lost all progress I made and had to rewrite it

WTF?

Miguel O’hara x Latina Reader

Part 1

It was 2 am, you were laying down and ‘WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!?’ was the only thing in your mind after your little moment with Miguel in the closet, he had fucking kissed you, and he told you that it wasn’t over, it HAD to mean something… Right? what if you were just overthinking things, maybe he couldn’t think of any better way of shutting you up, maybe-

Suddenly you heard your phone ringing, thinking it was Miguel you excitedly picked up only to realize it was definitely not Miguel the one calling you.

“Hey, are you okay? I just wanted to apologize for leaving you in that closet with Miguel, I didn’t actually mean to, I mean it would have been a great idea but I sadly didn’t come up with it, I know Miguel is really mean to you and I’m so sorry that I left you in there-“

“He kissed me”

“Oh my god, I knew he was gonna be mean I’m so sorr- wait what? Did I hear you correctly?”

“You heard me, but I’m so confused, like it all statted when we got trapped in there, he said it was probably my plan for us to get trapped in there together and be able to get in his personal space, I called him an asshole and he started being mean about my accent and I just snapped at him, I was telling him how I don’t know why he hates me so much when he cut me off by kissing me, and then like it ended in a heavy make out session, until you opened the door, then he told me it wasn’t over yet, but I’ve been waiting all day and he hasn’t even texted me!”

“Hmm maybe he doesn’t know how to, you know that Miguel isn’t very good at talking to people, have you tried initiating conversation with him?

“Yes! I tried to talk to him but he was busy, then I texted him but he just read my text! I’m really confused Peter, what if he didn’t actually mean to kiss me, maybe he just couldn’t think of any better way of shutting me up or something.”

“Hmm then why would it turn into a make out if it was just that, I don’t think he would just kiss someone like that without meaning it, even less to continue a kiss like that.”

“Well, maybe after kissing me he just realized how touch starved he was or something, wanting more but not necessarily from me!”

“No, I don’t think Miguel is the type of person to just go around kissing people without meaning it, maybe he’s just busy, You know how much he overworks himself, you should stop worrying, go to sleep and just try to be patient with him!”

“Okay Pete thanks, I will try to go to sleep, night.”

“Night! and just remember, don’t worry too much about it and just be patient!”

“Okay, I will, byee”

And you were patient the next day.

And the day after that.

And after that.

And after that.

And after that.

And after that, until it had been a month of Miguel straight out ignoring you and only interacting with you when it was really necessary and he had no option but to do so, using Jess to communicate with you if it wasn’t crucial for him to interact with you, this only made you more confused at the start, but then you concluded it just confirmed that he didn’t actually mean anything out of that kiss.

So you decided that you were done waiting for him, and you were done hurting, so you were gonna move on.

As if the universe had heard you, Jess called you into Miguel’s office and introduced you to a new recruit that she thought you would get along with, he had curly hair, green eyes, he was tall and a bit muscular but not like Miguel, he was the prettiest man you had ever seen, well after Miguel…

He introduced himself as Mariano.

Of course Miguel noticed the look awe in your face, but to his dismay Jess told you to give Mariano a tour which you happily agreed to, maybe too happily for Miguel’s liking.

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It had been almost a month since Mariano was recruited, and even if Miguel didn’t like it, you and Mariano had grown closer.

Miguel really wanted to do something about it, but he hadn’t spoken a word to you for like two months, how was he supposed to just talk to you and tell you to stay away from that man cause he was jealous after everything he did?

How could he even explain why he suddenly ghosted you when even himself didn’t know the reason, don’t get me wrong, Miguel liked that kiss, hell, he loved it, he wanted to do it again, and again, and again, it felt like a drug and he felt as if he was going through withdrawal, and Mariano in the picture didn’t help the symptoms.

So Miguel did the most reasonable thing to do, he went to Peter B.

Peter told Miguel to just tell you what he really felt and to explain why he ghosted you before Mariano made a move, because it was obvious that Mariano had a huge crush on you, sadly it seemed like you had a crush in him too.

So Miguel ran, he went over to your universe as fast as he could, he knocked on your door without actually having a speech prepared, and before he knew it you had already opened the door, he looked at you and saw you wearing the black dress that he gave you, he saw as you had really heavy make up and then he realized why you opened so quickly… you were going on a date.

“Wait, Miguel? what are you doing here” you said in a not so happy tone.

“Please don’t go on a date with Mariano”.

“And why should I listen to you?”.

“Just please, don’t go”.

“¿Qué chingados te pasa? ¿Quién te crees Miguel? eh? a ver, no me puedes besar y luego ignorarme para venir a decirme con quien puedo salir y con quien no solo porque te dolió en tu ego”.

“Okay no, please, that’s not why I’m telling you this”.

“Then why is it Miguel? I’m fucking tired of your bullshit and of you playing with me whenever you want to.”

“I’m telling you this because I love you, okay? I’m in love with you, I want to be the one that you go out on dates with, not that idiot”.

“Well. should’ve thought about that before ghosting me”.

“Okay, look, I’m sorry, I didn’t ghost you just because, I just… I was just really scared of being in love again and losing that person I love again, I was scared because after that kiss all I ever wanted to do was to do it again and to keep kissing you forever, please I’ll make it up to you! So please, don’t go, please let me be the one that takes you out on dates and be able to love you, okay?”

“Oh my god. you love me too”.

MASTERLIST!

Miguel O’hara:

YOU WHAT? (fluff)

CLOSET / WTF (Pt2)

Earth-42 Miles Morales:

Gremlin gf hcs

Jason Todd:

Are we still friends? (Titans Jason Series)

Suna Rintarou

Happier than ever (SMAU masterlist)

REQUEST:

you can request these characters! I also prefer imagines or situations than hcs bc i’m really not good at them, and I'm not good at writing smut, also keep in mind that English is not my first language so I may not be that good, you're welcome to correct me in whatever mistakes I make, thank u!

Titans (dc show):

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Batfam (dc)

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Harry Potter

Young Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Regulus Black

Diary of a wimpy kid: Rodrick Rules

Rodrick Heffley

MHA

Bakugou Katsuki

Todoroki Shoto

Tamaki Amajiki

Denki Kaminari

Shinsou Hitoshi

Dabi (Todoroki Touya)

Shigaraki Tomura

Little Women (2019)

Theodore Laurence (Laurie)

Haikyuu!!

Tsukishima Kei

Oikawa Toruu

Suna Rintarou

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Maybe Kenma

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Saiki Kusuo

I want to request but I wanted to know if you could write for miles morales not 42 version, because I had an idea but it also involves the reader being related to Miguel in this request but I wanted to know. Also your fics are so good! Im so happy to see someone write about hispanic/Latina reader since there isn’t any ones in the fandom of a huge amount and if they’re is it sucks .

yes! I write for Miles Morales, earth 42 Miles, Miguel, Hobie Brown and other across the spider verse characters!!

New

Hi! so i’m new at this, and I don’t think i’m gonna be able to reach a lot of people, but I really wanted to start writing, I will write for spider-verse characters for the moment, specially Miguel O’Hara and earth-42 Miles, since im a native Spanish speaker and those are the easiest for me, I will be accepting requests! that’s it for today!