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moonsoaked-tickles · 7 months

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tkltober day 5: "I'm not ticklish!"

Across the Spiderverse - ler!Pavitr, lee!Hobie

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“You should try.”

“I think you should, actually.”

“Are you crazy?! No!”

“Whoʼs crazy?” Pavitr grinned when both Gwen and Miles turned to him with a shocked expression on their faces. He had been working on his stealth skills and apparently the training was already paying off.

“Gwen is!” Miles regained his composure a little quicker. “Sheʼs telling me to tickle Hobie!”

He yelped when Gwen hit him in the shoulder. “Duh, you were the one who said that thereʼs absolutely no way Hobie isnʼt ticklish! If youʼre so sure, why are you so scared?”

“Iʼm not scared, I just think you should do it because you were like 'Hobie would totally not be mad at me if I tried to tickle him'!”

“I never said that! And my voice does not sound like that!”

“Yes it does!”

“No it doesnʼt! Stop changing the topic!”

“The topic of how youʼre gonna go and tickle Hobie?”

“I said no! You do it!”

“Iʼll do it.”

A beat of stunned silence, then Miles looked at him with wide eyes. “Are you serious?! Youʼre the crazy one!”

Pavitr just shrugged. “Nah, donʼt worry about me. Like you said, thereʼs no way Hobie isnʼt ticklish. If he really wasnʼt, he wouldnʼt make a point of telling us so whenever the topic comes up.”

“Still,” Gwen chimed in from the side, “Hobieʼs stronger than you, heʼll overpower you.”

“Not if Iʼm faster.” Deciding that that was a good exit line, Pavitr used his webs to attach himself to the ceiling and then began crawling out of the living room and towards the kitchen where Hobie was busy fiddling with the stove, unaware of his impending doom.

Gwen and Miles were huddling up at the door to try and get a glimpse of what was going on. Hobie definitely noticed them, judging by the small smile tugging at his lips, but that wasnʼt a big deal. If anything they were further distracting him and while Hobie had a Spidey-sense of course, Pavitr had one too; he had a pretty good idea of when it would kick in. So when a barely noticeable flinch went through the punkʼs body, Pavitr was ready to strike.

“Pav, what the fuck!”

“Shh, just ignore me.” Pavitr wasted no time, immediately sticking his fingers under Hobie’s arms and feeling the punk stiffen. Aha. “I’m just running a test.”

“Pahav, what are you doihing- get off of me!”

“Nope.” Pavitr couldn’t help the big grin spreading across his face. That had definitely been a giggle! Determined, he stopped wiggling into his friend’s armpits and let his hands wander down the ever so slightly trembling torso. If there was a spot that made Hobie giggle, there had to be a spot that made him laugh!

Although his ribs apparently weren’t it. Pavitr felt his enthusiasm fade away slowly and by the time he had reached the sides, Hobie had already turned around, his arms crossed in front of his chest and cockily smirking down at him. “Nice try, muppet. You know I’m not ticklish.”

“Uhm… I tried my best?” Pavitr’s fingers slowly came to a stop and he gulped. Not good. He had to think fast.

Hobie cracked his knuckles. Shit. “Yeah well, your best wasn’t good enough.”

“Then maybe this will be.” It was an act of desperation, bringing his hands down and squeezing the older boy’s hips; a final attempt to maybe, somehow, distract him enough to get a bit of a head start. Safe to say Pavitr was absolutely amazed when Hobie toppled over with a squeal.

“AEEE- PAHAHAHAV!”

“Why dear friend, that’s my name. How may I help you?” Not giving the punk a chance to turn the tables on him, Pavitr continued to prod and squeeze at his hip bones, carefully guiding his head away from the cupboards when Hobie went down. “I thought you said you weren’t ticklish.”

“IHI LIHIED, I LIHIHIED! PAHAHAHAV!”

“Tsk tsk, you know lying isn’t very nice.”

“NOHOHOT THE HIHIHIPS!”

“Hm, yes the hips.” Pavitr flashed a toothy ‘told you so’ grin at Gwen and Miles. “Wanna help?”

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moonsoaked-tickles · 8 months

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Legit I’m in so many obscure fandoms that I can’t find any tk content for them😭

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moonsoaked-tickles · 8 months

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oh my god I never posted this

hello genlosers

#cody's main reblogs

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moonsoaked-tickles · 9 months

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hello to the 2 death note fans in the community. there is something wrong with me 🩵

#OH I'M GOING FERAL OVER THIS #EXPLODES/POS

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moonsoaked-tickles · 9 months

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OC tickle art, I am cringe but I am free

#I AM GRABBING THIS AND HOLDING IT IN MY ARMS LIKE A SMALL CHILD/POS #THIS IS SO CUTE

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moonsoaked-tickles · 9 months

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Mumbattan Skyline

Panda's Notes: A little idea I made with @feathergil >w< I hope you guys like it, because it's probably the only idea I'm gonna have without Hobie involved somehow.

[Ao3] || [Commissions] || [Ko-fi]

Mumbattan is simply beautiful. Something about the energy; the noise; even the weather. It just brings you to life, y’know?

At least, that’s what tourists tend to say. Gayatri was plenty used to it by now. Troubles of being a local? If one could call them that. Whatever.

It was Saturday morning. Gayatri wouldn’t exactly call it early anymore, but the sun was hardly halfway past rising. She hadn’t wanted to make a habit of climbing up to rooftops, but this was the fourth Saturday in a row that she’d decided to lean on the chest-high wall making up this roof’s edge.

And frankly, she planned on it being the last time.

There was a little chorus of voices from the balconies below. That was the first signal. Gayatri stood up straight, eyes on the other buildings in hopes of catching—

A white string suddenly coiled around the bars of a balcony across the way, and a blur of color flew up past the rooftops, seeming to hang in the air as it twirled a few times. Show off.

Gayatri giggled to herself, smiling as she raised her hands. “Spiderman!” She shouted, and that graceful twirl turned into a slightly panicked flail. The strand of white looped around the signal tower in the corner of the rooftop, and Spiderman swung down toward where she stood. His feet landed eerily silent on the ledge, and he pulled down the rope he’d been using as she approached him.

“Ah, good morning, Gaya—uh, Gayatri, right?” He had stepped down from the ledge and reached for a hug as he spoke, only to pull back to a handshake toward the end. “I’m so sorry; we meet like this so often, and I haven’t gotten your name down yet…”

The effort it took not to roll her eyes felt like enough to reverse gravity. That voice was awful. …He was so cute though. She was really biased, but still.

“It’s fine!” She assured him, shaking his hand with both of hers before stepping back. She picked up the backpack she’d brought with her, reaching in to pull out a bottle of water.

Such had become their little ritual. She’d wait for him right here, since it seemed to be where he usually finished his morning patrol, with not much more than a cold water bottle and some snacks from the corner shop where they went to school.

…Where she went to school. Herself. Obviously. Yeah, no; it felt dumb pretending.

Today, though, she’d prepared something a bit different. She turned away and pretended to rummage, knowing by now that he wouldn’t even open the bottle if he thought she could see him moving his mask. When the cap clicked back onto the bottle, she just so happened to pull out the little box she’d been looking for. It was tied shut with a handkerchief patterned with a fluffy yellow mouse and lightning bolts; she’d been meaning to return it to her boyfriend anyway.

“Here you are.” She said casually, and she could tell from the gasp he let out that he was ecstatic. She tried desperately not to smile too much at the way he struggled not to grab the box too fast.

“Oh, miss, you shouldn’t have!” He said brightly, only to clear his throat when his voice came out completely undisguised. “I-I, um… Thank you.”

She let out a bit of a snicker at his panic, gently motioning to the box. “Well, go on; you can open it.”

He sort of pawed at the knot on the cloth, touching it gingerly. Somehow, she could picture the look on his face from the way he rocked on his feet. “This, uh, it’s that monster game, right? It’s so cute; where’d you get it?”

“Oh, I just borrowed it from a friend.” She bit her lip on a grin when his gaze snapped up to her.

“Just a friend?”

She rested her hands behind her back, smiling coyly. “Well, we are very close. And he is kinda cute.” She moved closer and bumped him with her shoulder. “Just open it, please?”

He paused and glanced between her and the box before finally pulling the fabric loose, catching it between his fingers as he lifted the lid. Once again, she was purposefully looking away, but she grinned brightly at the excited noise he failed to catch in time. Inside the box were a few slices of khaman dhokla, each cut into the shape of the sun and decorated with sesame seeds.

“I-I, you—This is amazing!” He had snuck a bite of one of the slices, and Gayatri snuck a glance over her shoulder just after.

“Yeah, that ‘friend’ of mine has an auntie with the best recipe. I thought you might like it.”

Spiderman’s act had been thoroughly broken down, and Gayatri couldn’t help being a bit captivated by the smile on his lips as he finished the slice. He did a slight double-take when he noticed her watching him, pulling his mask back down and stammering.

“I should—I should go, miss. Yeah, um, thank you so much, really, but I—yeah...” He clutched the box and started to step away, glancing between her and the edge of the roof.

Gayatri’s face fell, a tiny bit of panic rushing through her as he tried to flee. “W-Wait, please! I’m…sorry.” She said softly, stepping forward and grabbing his arm gently. “Would it be okay if I, um, if I hugged you, Spiderman?”

She kind of expected him to run off, but he leaned just enough to set the box on the rooftop before spinning around and hugging her almost too tight. She felt tears prick the corners of her eyes as she hugged him back, letting her chin rest against his shoulder.

“I really don’t like pretending anymore…” She murmured after a moment.

She could feel him hesitate as he moved his hand, and he pulled her in tighter by her shoulder. “Yeah… I know the feeling sometimes.”

“N-No, I…” She took a breath, and when he started to pull away, she held him tighter. “I’m done. Pretending, I mean.”

He was about to say something; about to use that stupid voice again, too. Before she could even stop herself, her hands had squeezed at his sides, thumbs pressing right at the base of his ribs.

He squeaked, his hands tensing for a moment. “H-Hey!”

She couldn’t help the smile that caught her lips, and she threw her arms around him again while her fingers sought out a certain spot along his back. “Oh? Are you ticklish?” She asked gently, trying not to smirk when he didn’t pull away from her.

“Only a little—EEK!” He yelped as her nails slipped up between his shoulders. “Gayatri!”

“A little, huh?” She teased, realizing he seemed to be making an effort not to push her away. Suddenly, so many moments made so much more sense. “You were hiding the super strength. Aw, घाम…”

He didn’t even seem to notice her murmured comment, giggling into her shoulder as she let her fingers crawl up and down his back.

“You’re amazing, Pavitr.” Her hands had slowed to gentle scratching, raking away the phantom tingles that always drove him crazy when she tickled him.

He went still. He stood up straight and stared into her eyes.

She smiled at him, resting her hands on his sides. “Pavitr. If you do that voice again, I’ll destroy you.” She joked, prodding his ribs gently.

He prickled, but he didn’t take his eyes off of her. “Gayatri… I…How?”

“How?” Gayatri blinked, a part of her appalled that he would even ask. She brought one hand up, running her fingers through the hair that flowed over the top of his mask. “How?!” She started to laugh, leaning into his chest and shaking her head. “How did I ever miss it?! Pavitr, you—You’re…I don’t even know!”

Her hand had fallen to his cheek, and he didn’t stop her when she slipped her thumb under his mask. He moved his own hand over hers, finally pushing the mask up and off of his face. She laughed excitedly, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek as he hugged her tightly.

“Y-You, um, you won’t tell anyone, right?” He asked softly, catching her lips in a kiss before looking away.

“Of course I won’t. You know I can keep a secret.” She ran her thumb across his cheek, and she watched his smile brighten as he leaned into her palm. “Just promise you’ll be careful.”

“I know; I already am.” Pavitr let himself chuckle, cradling her hand against his face. “Oh! I just thought of something!”

“Yeah?”

“You know now. So, guess what~” He laced their fingers together, his free arm slipping around her waist.

She tipped her head, and she giggled as he pressed a few kisses to her temple before whispering:

“I’m not going to hold back as much.” Pavitr’s grin turned playful.

Gayatri realized instantly, but somehow, it still wasn’t fast enough. His hold was like iron, and his fingers crawled like spiders up her back. He laughed right along with her giggles as he nuzzled into her neck.

And despite that, she still seemed to win more of their tickle fights than he did.

#oURFRGRH THIS IS SO CUTE WHATVTJE FUCK

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moonsoaked-tickles · 10 months

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British Taxi

Panda's Notes: It's done!! The third of what was only three ideas I had for Across the Spider-Verse! ...I have at least three more ideas now. >w< I had so much fun with this one, so I hope you guys like it too. [Ao3] || [Commissions] || [Ko-fi]

“’Sup, losers?” Hobie threw up a peace sign to the small group sitting at a table in the HQ cafeteria. “Aye, Mayday.”

The trio, plus Mayday, kind of just…stared. Mayday laughed, and the others were struggling not to smile.

“Okay, what are you two doing?” Gwen finally spoke up, motioning curiously at this little arrangement. Only at the mention of there being two of them did Miles start snickering. He slightly adjusted his hold on Hobie’s legs, pacing in a small circle and looking particularly proud of himself. Hobie had one arm hooked around his shoulders, his chin occasionally resting on his head.

“Don’t really understand the question, Gwenny.” Hobie shrugged, draping his free arm lazily over Miles’ shoulder. “Ain’t doin’ much.”

“Miles, what are you doing?” She tried again, barely managing to stifle her giggles.

Miles shrugged, chuckling a bit himself. “I dunno; it was his idea.” The others around the table nodded, and Hobie stuck his tongue out at them. “He’s not even heavy; his legs are just really long.”

“Not my fault you’re still a munchkin.” He poked the side of Miles’ head, smirking as he huffed.

“Well, it’s not my fault you look like a palm tree.”

“Oi—”

Miles spun casually, and the others giggled. “Gotta be honest; I feel like I could have picked him up before the spider strength. Like, have you guys even seen this guy eat anything? I have literally never seen him eat food.”

“Alright, you’re takin’ the Mick, I’m out.” Hobie shook his head and leaned back. He pressed his palms to the floor, heaving Miles up off the ground with his legs with hardly any effort.

“H-Hobie!” Miles yelped, flailing for a moment before sticking his hands to Hobie’s boots and pushing himself up. The table laughed and applauded softly at their double handstand, and Hobie chuckled, reaching to adjust his guitar before turning to face them.

“You two are something else.” Peter chuckled, watching Gwen crouch on the floor to get a picture of them.

“Always.” Hobie smirked, pulling a face as the camera flashed and smirking when Gwen socked his arm. “Oi, shorty, you want to switch?”

“What? And have you perched on my legs? Not likely.” Miles called.

Hobie snorted, starting to shift as if he were going to throw him off. “Nah, bruv, I’ll carry you. Go for a walkabout and all.”

Miles’ eyes had lit up, but he quickly acted as if they hadn’t. “Seriously?” He struggled for balance before pushing himself away as Hobie rolled out from under him.

“Never serious, mate.” He said with a sneer, hopping to his feet and starting to walk. “But I’ll still do it.”

“Uh, Miles, maybe you should—”

Miles turned to see Gwen shoving at Pavitr’s face, and she motioned him to follow after Hobie with a bright grin.

Hobie had glanced back with a noticeable smirk, schooling his expression as Miles turned to him again. Pavitr bat Gwen’s hand away once they were definitely out of earshot.

“Why didn’t you let me warn him?” He asked, smiling bemusedly.

She just shrugged, already snickering to herself. “Nobody warned me!”

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Hobie had walked Miles to one of the nearby basic training rooms: not as big as, say, the rooms for swinging practice, or even the hallways just outside. But it was quiet, and Hobie took a deep breath before stretching a bit.

“So, you’re really going to do this, huh?” Miles asked with a skeptical grin. “You’re not too cool to carry me around?”

“I do what I want, mate; that’s what makes me cool.” Hobie joked, shoving lightly at Miles’ face. “’Less you don’t want to all of a sudden. Ain’t one or the other for me.”

He smirked as Miles swatted his arm away, watching him fidget around with his sleeves and hood for a second. He brought his own hands up, finding the buckle on his guitar strap to loosen it. He didn’t move much or comment as Miles approached him, holding his guitar slightly to one side while the teen crawled up onto his back.

“You sure we’re okay like this?” Miles referred mostly to Hobie’s guitar, grabbing ahold of it himself after hooking his legs around Hobie’s waist.

“S’alright, bruv.” He murmured as he tightened the strap and glanced back just in case. “Besides, you won’t catch me dead without my axe on me.” Finally, he lowered his arms, slipping them under Miles’ knees when he relaxed and pacing in a small circle. “Good?”

Miles chuckled and nodded. “I’m fine.”

“Alright, then, let’s see about that little tour, yeah?”

As he turned to walk toward the door, he suddenly pitched to one side; his knee bending dramatically as he took the step.

“Hobie!” Miles yelped and wrapped his arms around Hobie’s shoulders, surprised giggles catching his voice before he could stop them.

“Yeah, mate?” He pushed himself sharply to stand up straight, bouncing his passenger slightly before leaning the opposite way for another sideways step.

“What are you doing?!” Miles tried to ask, his voice jumping up when Hobie stumbled backwards as if he was falling.

He stopped instantly, probably just sticking his feet down, and glanced sideways to hear him better. “Hm? Nothin here. What do you think I’m doing?” Miles could hear the smirk on his face as Hobie casually shuffled back and forth, and he tried not to laugh again as he rolled his eyes.

“You’re not walking straight.” He said as shortly as possible, holding on a bit tighter as Hobie spun on one foot for a few seconds.

“Heh.” Hobie snickered, glancing down before moving backwards again. “Haven’t done anything straight in my life, brother.”

Miles laughed this time, giving Hobie a light smack on his shoulder. “That’s a terrible way to come out to someone.”

“Yeah? What would you know about it?”

Miles almost hesitated, but he leaned and whispered into Hobie’s ear.

“No shit?” He laughed lightly, spinning around again before continuing his backwards slide. “You are aces, my guy. One of a kind.”

Miles grinned softly, his gaze trailing down to the floor. “Wait, you can moonwalk?!”

“Oh, is it hard?” Hobie scoffed teasingly. “What do ya think, eh? We good to walkabout?”

“I am barely trusting you to walk right now.” Miles admitted, and Hobie proved his point by walking sideways again. “You’re being weird!” He laughed.

Hobie stopped abruptly, jostling his passenger. “Wanna be in on a little secret, mate?” He turned his head, not quite enough for Miles to see his face, though.

Miles couldn’t help being wary, and he shifted his legs to keep hold of Hobie’s waist. “If you have one to tell me.”

Hobie chuckled, shaking his head. “See, thing is: I cannot fucking stand backseat drivers.” He sighed, maintaining a tone as if he were serious. “So, if you want to start harpin’ on, I just might do something drastic.”

He didn’t give Miles a chance to ask questions, shifting his hands under both of his knees and hooking his fingers in as best he could. He smirked at the sudden cackles that shot past his ears, and Miles shoved at his shoulder and leaned back against Hobie’s guitar, barely getting any leeway from the guitar strap.

“Hobie!” He cried through his laughter. “Asshole, cut it out!” He tried to kick and flailed against his back.

“You gonna shut your South back there? Let me drive in peace?” Hobie gripped his knees tight when Miles tried to lift his legs out, pressing his thumbs against the sides of his kneecaps.

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Miles squealed, gripping Hobie’s vest as he stopped.

“Good. Let’s roll.” Hobie lurched forward a bit suddenly, chuckling as Miles squeaked. “Want me to run? Make up lost time?”

“Absolutely not.”

“You wanna?”

“No.”

“I’m hearing yes.”

“Don’t you—” Miles yelped as he ran for maybe three steps.

Hobie laughed tauntingly, letting Miles give him light punches on his shoulders. “Alright, alright. For real.” The door opened automatically as they approached, and Hobie strode confidently into the hallway traffic.

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“So, mate, what was all that rubbish about me being easy to carry, eh?” Hobie spoke after a minute of wandering. Only a few of the Peters that they passed by even noticed Miles attached to him, let alone commented. Miles mostly hid his face against the back of his neck, sneaking little waves at anyone who managed to notice him. “Like you aren’t acting a proper rucksack?”

“Can you maybe speak less British?” Miles asked playfully, stifling a squeak when Hobie tickled his legs again.

He snorted, moving a little faster and jostling Miles more aggressively as if he were a backpack. “Oh, you’re fuckin’ hilarious aren’t ya?”

Miles gripped onto Hobie’s vest again, trying to steady himself and muffling giggles against his shoulder. “Kidding! I was kidding; stop…” He whispered through snickers. Hobie flinched a little as Miles’ breath passed his neck, and he turned his head slightly when Miles went quiet.

“You try anything, and I’ll end you.” He said, unable to keep up a stern façade with his voice. He did sneak a warning little scratch under one of his knees again though, just in case. He snickered along with Miles’ giggles, hooking his arms around his legs to slip his hands into his pockets.

“Spider-Punk.” Both of them looked forward to find Miguel approaching, and Hobie kept walking as the man spoke. “Have you seen Morales?”

“Not lately.” Hobie said curtly, speeding up just a little bit.

Miguel sighed, his eyes on some projection from his watch. “Well, when you do see him, tell him I—” He had turned to call after him, heaving a sigh when he realized. “Really?”

“What?” Hobie turned to face him, walking backwards a few steps with Miles snickering nervously. “Ain’t seen him; what of it?” He struggled to keep the grin off his face, shrugging casually and turning back to continue.

“Miles!” Miguel called, already sounding irritated as he started to follow them.

“Hobie, run.” Miles whispered, his nervous giggles turning mischievous.

“Hm? What~? You wanna run now, mate?”

“C’mon, Hobie, please?” He glanced back to see Miguel glaring at them.

“I dunno; seems like he really wants to talk to you.” Hobie actually started to slow his pace.

“Hobie!”

Hobie’s Spider Sense had started tingling as soon as Miguel got all pissy, and the second he reached for Miles’ shoulder, Hobie broke into a sprint. Most of the other Spider People’s senses warned them in time, but he had no problem shouldering past whoever he had to. Miles laughed brightly, hooking his arms across Hobie’s neck and squeezing his legs tight around his waist.

“Hobart Brown!” Miguel shouted after them, and they heard footsteps gaining on them.

“Oh, shit.” Hobie laughed a bit himself. “You need to hold on, mate.” He shifted mid-step, springing up and throwing them both over the guardrail. He hooked one arm tight around Miles’ leg as they started to freefall, taking a necessary second to flip Miguel off with his free hand before firing his web-shooter at the underside of the catwalk they had just abandoned. He pulled them up to stick underneath it, and he quickly crawled to the nearest wall. He pulled them both back up the open tower with another shot of web, sticking himself as best he could into a corner between two of the crisscrossing walkways.

They hunkered down and caught their breath, watching Miguel from essentially three stories away. His gaze whipped back and forth over both sides of the catwalk, seemingly expecting them to just pop out from the middle, and Hobie’s hands might have clenched against the wall. Miles was clinging tightly onto his back, but he was shaking like a leaf and barely keeping it together.

“Stop laughing.” Hobie whispered through half-gritted teeth, lightly punching back at his passenger’s side. “Shut the fuck up, right now.” He had to sound demanding, because he was definitely going to start laughing if Miles didn’t stop.

“I’m sorry!” Miles whispered back, a snort slipping out of him.

Finally, Miguel heaved a tired sigh and kept walking, and Hobie visibly relaxed as he went into one of the enclosed corridors.

And finally, they laughed. They still tried to keep quiet about it, but the tension drained away as Hobie climbed over onto the nearest walkway.

“Oh my God, we’re in so much trouble…” Miles whined as laughter faded out of his voice.

“Heh, hell yeah.” Hobie chuckled. “Might want to ditch the watches before Blue gets on our ass. If it helps at all, I still haven’t seen ya.”

“Pfft. For some reason, I don’t think he’s going to buy tha—”

“What~? Miles, where are you~?” Hobie called to no one in particular, hardly even bothering to raise his voice.

“Wait, what?!” Miles giggled in disbelief. “What are you—?” He squeaked as Hobie turned suddenly.

“Ah, shit, I’ve lost track of him.” He twisted the other way, letting go of Miles’ legs without warning and resting his hands on his hips. “I’ll be damned; what do I tell the others?”

“Hobie?” Miles flinched as he almost slipped.

Hobie sighed a bit dramatically, shrugging. “Nothing for it but to tell them, I guess.”

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Back in the cafeteria, both Peter and Pavitr had been absolutely battering Gwen with teasing little questions almost since Miles and Hobie had left.

“So, you were lying when you said Hobie’s never gone all tickle monster on you, huh?” Pavitr sang playfully, poking quickly up her side and giggling as she bat him away. “Ooh, I knew I should have told him you said that.”

“My threat still stands on what will happen if you do.” She said back, only to flinch nearly into his lap as Peter’s finger zipped up her spine.

“Pavi, you should know Spider-People start out as terrible liars.” He grinned, and Mayday made the sweetest noise as she pat Gwen’s arm.

Gwen whined as a faint blush crept across her cheeks, shaking her head and laughing softly with them.

“Oi! Fellas.” Hobie suddenly appeared, jogging up to the table and resting his hands on an empty chair. “Mayday. Ah, look, wildest thing: I might have lost our boy Miles.”

The trio, plus Mayday, kind of just…stared. Mayday laughed, and the others were struggling not to smile. Again.

“Oh, no, how could you?” Gwen, once again, made herself break the silence.

“I know; I know; kinda shite of me, but, see, I ran into Old Blue in the hall, and he asked about Miles. I turn ‘round and realize—” He turned, just to illustrate.

Miles reached out to them with one hand. “Help me…” He giggled, trying to whisper as he tightened his legs around Hobie’s waist.

“—realize I ain’t seen him since some minutes ago when we left here.” Hobie turned to face them again, except he spun around the long way before crossing his arms. “Started thinking about sending a search party. But he’s probably ‘right, y’know?”

“Oh, yeah, Miles is a big kid; he’ll be okay.” Peter nodded, reaching with his leg to nudge the chair Hobie had been leaning on. “You want to sit down, maybe?”

“Nah, pops, I’m good.” He shrugged, maintaining a completely straight face as he looked over at Pavitr struggling to contain himself.

“Okay, okay wait, so—” Pavitr called with a flail of his hands. “You haven’t seen him at all?”

“Not a peek.”

“Then what are you carrying?”

Hobie glanced over his shoulder as best he could. Miles poked his nose. He didn’t even smile. “’S my guitar, Pav, you know I always have it.”

Pavitr laughed in disbelief, looking over at Gwen. She just shrugged with a grin.

“Well, Hobie,” She decided to try. “Did you get some new, uh, accessories since we saw you last?”

“Don’t really see how that’s relevant, mate.” He rested his chin on one hand, a smile threatening his lips as Miles giggled into his shoulder.

“Is that a no?” She hopped out of her chair and approached them, and Hobie put his hands up innocently. “Then this is…” She reached out and poked Miles’ side, grinning as he pawed at her hand and tried to keep quiet. That only lasted the three seconds it took for her to decide to scribble all five fingers against his shirt.

“Gwen!” He laughed, one hand gripping tighter at Hobie’s vest as he reached to push her shoulder. “Hobie, come on!”

“Strangest thing, innit, but I do keep hearing his dumb little voice.” Hobie noted as he started to smirk. “Somewhere back here, like.” He reached back with one hand, his fingers scribbling under Miles’ chin and pulling out a barely stifled squeal. “I swear I’m going mental or someth—” His voice caught on a snort as Miles suddenly tickled along his exposed side, and he grabbed at the offending wrist with a sharp glare.

“Hobie, I think Miles might be attached to you.” Gwen declared, snickering into her hand. “Not positive though.”

“What, this?” He gestured purposefully with the arm he was holding, ignoring Miles’ halfhearted pulling and his little giggles. “Nah, nah, nah; this can’t be Miles, and I know it can’t be Miles because I specifically told Miles that I would end him if he tried some shit with me.”

“You told him that when you didn’t see him?” Gwen asked with a smirk, only to flinch when Hobie glared at her next.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Gwendy?” Hobie crowded close to her, shoving Miles’ hand into her face. “Tell you like I told him, though: you start something with me; I will end you.”

Hobie smirked as he stared her down. Miles poked her nose. She laughed.

“I can’t with you two!” She barely managed to say, and Hobie chuckled as he let go of Miles’ wrist and pulled her against his side.

“Aw, there she is.” He teased, sneaking squeezes on her side. “Love to see that smile, yeah?”

She gave him a playful push, sitting down in the chair Hobie had been standing over.

“Now, what was that you said about a little spider crawling on me?” He asked slowly, his smirk turning devious as his hands moved to squeeze and scribble at Miles’ sides as best he could.

Miles laughed brightly, pulling one of his own arms back to try and grab at Hobie’s wrists or cover his sides.

“Hobie, be nice.” Peter chuckled.

“Hm, wait, let me see—” Hobie’s hands hooked under his knees again, tickling along the backs of them and hoisting him back up when he started to slip.

Miles kicked his feet, his hands pressing on Hobie’s back as he leaned against the guitar strap. “Hobie, enough!” He giggled loudly, unable to squirm out of his hold.

Hobie’s hands went still, returning to nothing but holding him up. “Miles?! My guy, folks have been looking for you, y’know?” He teased, grinning when Miles groaned and leaned on his shoulder.

“Can I get down now?”

“I don’t know, mate, can you?” Hobie hooked another empty chair with his foot, dragging it closer to his side as he lifted his hands away.

“If you spin around again, I’m going to strangle you.” Miles landed one foot on the chair, sighing heavily as he finally sank down and flopped his head onto his arms.

“Damn, ya try to have a little fun around here.” Hobie pat Miles’ shoulders and ruffled his hair. “Right, then; rest up. Anyone else after a ride?”

“Oh, I will, definitely!” Pavitr jumped to his feet, eyes bright as anything. Gwen just chuckled and let her hand fall back to her lap.

Hobie snorted, nudging her with his elbow before cracking his knuckles. “Aw, don’t fret. I’ll tucker him out real quick for ya, Gwendy.”

#grabs this and holds it close like it's a stuffed animal/pos #i love this sm... i love the way you write them #and the playfulness?? immaculate

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