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undobutton · 6 months

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warnings: sad Hobie, mentions of cuts and bruises, possible grammar mistakes, hardly proofread, i attempted hobies acent

genre: comfort, fluff

characters: Hobie Brown

synopsis: You patch up Hobie after a long day and comfort him.

a/n: Hobie comfort! Hobie comfort! Hobie comfort!he deserves to be held a thousand times over. gn!reader. made with black reader in mind, but there are no mentions of race.

You didn't hear him leave the bathroom, but the sound of water turning off let you know he was done showering. Turning your head you catch a glimpse of him and gesture for Hobie to come sit.

He practically drags himself to the bed and sighs. exhaustion hanging onto his eyelids as he sends you a tired smile.

"ready for me to patch you up?" you ask softly, as if speaking to loud would hurt him more than the day already has.

The sun is long gone, the moon slips past your curtains and onto his skin. Illuminating him in it's glow and highlighting the new cuts and bruises that are scattered across his skin like stars.

he nods, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. You grab the first aid kit off the bedside table and get to work.

It's silent besides Hobies occasional gasps and hisses at the antibiotics and replacement of his older bandages.

"all done" you say quietly. putting the kit back in the bathroom.

when you come back, Hobies curled up under the blankets. You slide onto the bed and sink into the warmth of it. Free from the cold of October at last. Hobie pulls you into his chest with a grunt, he's gentle despite having wanted you to be this close to him all day long.

Time passes and neither of you are asleep. You can't ignore the soft sniffles coming from behind you for any longer. But Hobie won't bring it up himself. So you decide to take matters into your own hands.

"...Hobie, can I hold you tonight?" you whisper, playing with his freshly bandaged hands while their wrapped around your waist. resting on you.

his breath hitches but his grip on you softens.

"you wan' to?" he asks.

you nod your head. "yeah, if you'll let me."

"alrigh' sure."

You roll over and Hobie scoots down, he slots his head into place next to your chest and you gently wrap yourself around him.

immediately he shakes in your grip and pulls you closer, basking in your warmth.

"you deserve comfort and peace, Hobie. You've earned it a million times over."

reblogs appreciated!

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#hobie x you #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #atsv hobie #hobie brown #hobie brown fluff #hobie comfort #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n

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aureliaporter · 9 months

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the better boy friend

a/n: finally writing again!! decided to try out some oneshots to settle back into it, so here we go :D

cw: lowercase intended!!, tiny bit of lanugage, neglectful boyfriend (not hobie!!), hobie (atsv) x fem!character, ooc hobie, still getting back into this writing thing lol

SHE WAS USED to being ignored. it had happened so often, so now as she felt his attention slipping away, his once-interested responses disintegrating into “uh-huh”s and “mm”s, she felt a piece of her break.

he had told her once he was different from the rest. that he cared about her and what she had to say. that no matter what, she could always talk to him.

those old promises were the only things that kept her lips moving as she recounted her day, one that resembled a roller coaster for all intents and purposes. and then she tried to ask him a question, but when he didn’t respond, she covered it up by beginning to prattle on about a hobby of hers.

does he really care about what i say?

he’s just stressed. he has midterms next week.

when i had midterms, i still listened to everything he said. i was there for him.

and? people love in different ways. you should be more lenient. keep that up, and you’ll end up alone.

she was so focused on her inner turmoil that she didn’t even realize her voice stuttering to a stop, silence enveloping the call. it wasn’t until she heard him laugh that she snapped out of it, glancing at her phone screen. four hours and thirteen minutes. and he’d barely been present for any of it. she cut off the thought as soon as it appeared, not wanting to spiral tonight.

“s-so, i was thinking-”

she was cut off by another laugh, and after a moment of offense, she realized what was going on. she clicked the mute button and leaned back in her chair, taking a minute to curse him out. here she was, giving up her time with her family and her homework and her friends and her hobbies, and he was too busy scrolling on some social media or other while she was trying to talk.

she stayed muted for a few more moments, collecting herself, before she reached over to click the unmute button. but she hesitated. he wasn’t listening. she didn’t want to talk anymore. so there was really no point.

she left herself muted and pulled out an assignment, working on it in the dim light of her laptop screen and scribbling physics equations onto the paper. she managed to get through a good three worksheets - all for different classes - before he even realized.

“hm? why’re you muted?”

she bit her lip, resisting the urge to say anything just yet. she set down her pencil and sat up, collecting herself before unmuting, forcing a chuckle into her voice. “i went to the bathroom and forgot to unmute, sorry. everything good?” she asked, silently proud of herself for her acting but also disappointed in him, wanting him to notice that he’d been neglecting her, that he’d been hurting her.

“ah, alright. oh, damn, look at the time. i better head to bed, so, see you tomorrow? text me when you wake up, alright?” he said, words in a rush. why was he in a hurry? did he not want to be on a call with her? did he have someone else he’d rather be talking to?

“o-oh, okay, sure. i lov-”

a click and the dial tone cut her off, making her sigh. he hadn’t been saying it back lately. he hadn’t been saying anything lately. was this really supposed to be the person who made her smile, who made her feel safe? did he even count as a boyfriend anymore?

before she knew it, her suppressed emotions were tumbling out of her in a storm, stifled sobs sounding in her room. she hiccupped, trying to control herself and her emotions, to clamp them back down, but she felt like a pot left to boil on the stove too long - everything was pouring out.

in a teary haze, she clicked open her contacts, desperate not to feel alone. her family would merely make fun of her for crying again, so that was a no go. and those friends were more casual - they didn’t come crying to her, she didn’t go crying to them. and that was the person she was trying to gain relief from.

her thumb pressed on a name, the dialing screen appearing on her phone. she froze, her sobs pausing. no, no, he can’t see me like this, please-

before she could click the button to end the call, she heard the phone being answered, and a familiar breathing rate echo into the phone. “hello?” he said, his voice deeper than her boyfriend’s, his accent still managing to cling to the two syllables. “you there?”

she sniffled, nodding before realizing he couldn’t see. “y-yeah, ‘m here,” she mumbled, feeling her tears still prick at her eyes. She heard shuffling and muffled conversation on the other end before all of a sudden, it grew silent. “hobie?”

“’m here, don’t ya worry your pretty little head,” he said, a worried tone bleeding into his voice even as he tried to keep it casual. “everythin’ good?”

she nearly said yes, nearly pushed away his outstretched hand yet again to cocoon into her own feelings, before she paused. and an inner, more hurt part of her squeaked out, “no.”

hobie merely hummed, seemingly expecting this. “where you at? i’ll stop by,” he said, slipping into an alleyway to tug on his mask and webshooters, quickly zipping up to the rooftops.

“y-you don’t have to come by-”

“you called me crying, so i do. now where you at?”

defeated, slumping, she mumbled the address to her mum’s house, spinning around in her chair as she waited for hobie to show up. he had her stay on the call, just to make sure she was still okay for the time being.

“is your window open?” he asked into the phone, landing on the fire escape outside of her window. she murmured a no before standing from her chair, unlatching the window and tugging it up. a gloved hand reached out to help her, and before she knew it, hobie was sliding into her room in all his spider-punk glory.

he took one glance at her tear stained cheeks, messy hair, and swollen eyes, tutting in disbelief. “oh, baby, who did this to you?” he asked, tugging her into him and hugging her tight. his taller frame enveloped hers, making her feel safe.

“’s just- ‘s my boyfriend, he keeps makin’ me feel like shit, y’know, but-”

“break up with him,” he said, shrugging and cutting her off. “real men don’t make their girls cry like this. real men don’t have their girls running into the arms of another so then they don’t feel like shit,” he said, tone biting. he’d always disapproved of her boyfriend, and now he had all the more reason to.

“but that’s- that’s rude!” she stammered, pulling back to look up at him. “i’d be hurting him! and he’s got midterms next week, so if he fails because of me, then-”

“and he’s been hurting you this whole time, but you ain’t been complaining, have you?” hobie asked, leaning down to be eye-level with her. “break up with him. he’s not worth your time. he’s not worth your effort. you-” he said, poking her chest “deserve to feel safe and happy in a relationship. and if he’s not making you feel that way, he can kiss my ass.”

she couldn’t help the snort that escaped her at his antics, shaking her head at him.

“still, i-”

“dump him.”

“it’s rude.”

“don’t care. dump him.”

“what if someone dumped you?”

“then that’s on them for not recognizing my fabulousness. now dump him.”

she sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “y’know, i called you for hugs, not for a lecture,” she muttered, an amused huff escaping her.

hobie hummed in acknowledgement, nodding. he poked her shoulder, a small smile quirking his lips as she rocked back and forth with the movement. “and the mere fact that you have to call someone else for a hug should be enough to convince you something ain’t right.”

she sighed again, a grumble escaping her. “just- hug me, and we’ll discuss this in the morning. please,” she said, thumping her head against him. his chest rumbled with laughter, his arms wrapping around her to pull her closer towards him as he maneuvered her to lay down.

“i’ll stay till you fall asleep, and then i got to head out to patrol. deal?” he offered, cuddling against her as they laid down on her bed together. she hummed her acknowledgement, snuggling into him, fingers grasping at his jacket as she pulled him closer.

she could feel herself falling asleep, could feel her senses dimming. what didn’t dim was hobie’s warmth, snug against her, and his soft voice as he hummed a song. he was humming? when did he start humming?

“i wish i dated you instead of him,” she mumbled, eyelids heavy, brain foggy with sleep. “you’re much better.”

hobie paused for a moment, his voice quieting, before she whined softly, wanting him to continue. with a light chuckle, he did, humming once more until she fell asleep.

“i wish you did, too,” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “and you will. once you dump him.”

he extracted himself from her arms as best he could, wincing when she whined as she lost his warmth. he slipped a pillow into her hold and rummaged through her chest of blankets for a warm fleece one that smelled a little bit like him from all the times he’d stolen it. he wrapped her in it and pressed a final kiss to her forehead, a silent promise to himself and to her.

and then he was slipping back out the window, shutting it and tugging his mask back on and then doing a flip off the fire escape, thwipping away.

he let out a joyful whoop, letting himself free fall for a moment before catching himself with a web again and officially starting his patrol.

two things were for certain that night.

one; she should dump her boyfriend.

and two; as much as hobie might hate labels, he didn’t mind at all if he’d get to be called her boyfriend.

obvi not my best, but i hope you enjoyed anyways! have the best day/night! <3

#hobie brown #hobie #hobie fluff #hobie comfort #atsv #atsv fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #comfort #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown comfort #spiderpunk fluff #spiderpunk comfort #spiderpunk fanfic

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 6 months

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Having a comfort character is so weird

Like, oh they're 'not real'?

Well I love them as an entire being who I trust with every ounce of my personhood and soul on such a level that they resonate within me a frequency of comfort and peace unparalleled to anyone who has ever walked this Earth ever

also if I don't see a picture in them within the next twenty minutes I'm going to scream and Become Evil

#yes this is about Hobie #comfort character #comfort characters #actually neurodivergent #neurodivergent #nuerodivergency #autism #actually autistic #AuDHD #actually adhd #adhd #actually AuDHD #f/o community #f/o #f/o x s/i #self shipping #self ship #self shipping community #self ship community

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cordiallyfuturedwight · 8 months

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i really wanna, wanna, wanna just dance ♡

for @senor-hoberto 🌷| cr. 0613data

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heyhelloitsmilo · 2 months

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hands are hard ignore them please

#heyhelloitsmilo #art #artists on tumblr #atsv #hobie brown #atsv hobie #sketch #fanart #comfort character #missed hobie so i drew him

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love4hobi · 11 days

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J-HOPE & BOOGALOO KIN Hope on the Street (2024)

#hoseok #jhope #hobi #bts #btsgif #btsedit #dailybts #userines #usersky #annietrack #*#hope on the street #took me forever to make this i think that last set broke my brain and stress has got me functioning at 5% lately #but anyway look at them and their little coordinating outfits <3 #i loved that he asked him to be involved in this series like not only was it brave to bring him along to revisit his identity as a dancer #but i think it also made for more insightful moments throughout the doc #he clearly feels very comfortable around him and im glad he was there to give him the advice he needed in those moments #also just <33 all the moments of him watching him dance with so much admiration just like with stars in his eyes i loved it so much #i think he was such an integral part of this series and i wanted to highlight their relationship a lil bit 🫶#and their couple outfits hehehe

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the-kr8tor · 8 days

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can I make a request about prowler hobie and reader is treating his wounds?? Prowler hobie is so slept on ☹️ give my boy some attention too!

you don’t have to though 🫶🏾

Yippeee! Prowler! Hobie ❤️ thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader

Word count: 1.4 k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Prowler! Hobie, TW blood, CW injury, CW violence, Hurt/comfort

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Your trainers squeak against the moist pavement. The harsh rain is battering against your coat as you try to desperately shield yourself. You hug your bag tighter as a speeding car passes next to you, the sound of hurried sirens follow right after it. The smell of burnt rubber and exhaust smoke enters your nostrils, you cough loudly from the intrusion.

One word settles in your tired mind: Home, and perhaps him too if he ever decides to come home to you tonight.

You don't blame Hobie, he's had it rough and so does the city. With the death of spiderman, anyone who has a need for quick cash or a bone to pick with the city are now roaming the streets freely. No one can stop them, the city's finest or what's left of them are either desperately trying to do their best or joining the worst. Hobie is doing neither. He has his own goals, you just wish you were a part of it too.

You miss Hobie, truly. You miss the days where your only problem was what to eat for dinner, you miss the days where you and Hobie would go out the entire night and only come home when the sun has risen with grins on your faces and laughter stuck in your throat as he kisses you silly. You miss your Hobie, but you have to embrace the prowler too, for they are one and the same.

Sniffing from the cold, fog settles near your feet. Someone whistles down the street so you turn the other corner quickly and away from them. Fear has settled in your stomach and made it into its home. As you walk faster, heavy footsteps behind you get closer and closer. They whistle out, sneering and jeering as they follow you.

With your back turned away from them, you run.

Sprinting off, you hear hurried yells after you, then gasps, and suddenly you hear fists hitting skin. Boots crunching bones underneath it, loud thumps of bodies hitting the ground. Then, silence. The quiet makes you slowly turn around.

Heart in your stomach, you see him standing over seven unconscious bloodied men. His suit whirrs, sparks fly off from the purple lights that snake along his arms. He stomps at someone's arm, bones smashed under his foot, and you notice the blood leaking off his side.

“You're bleeding.” You breathlessly say, taking a step forward towards Hobie, he turns around to face you.

The streetlight above him serves as his spotlight, and the pavement below him is his stage. His mask shines in the yellow light, the faint purple lines in place of his eyes stare at you emotionlessly. He flexes his fists, steam rises off the gauntlets like an engine.

“Are you hurt?” He asks in a mechanical voice, none of the softness you were used to, none of the teasing tone you love dearly. It's him though, under all the steel covering his body, it's him, you're sure of it.

“You're the one who's bleeding.” You finally find the courage to stand side by side with him. Placing your cold hand against the colder metal where his warm ichor seeps through, you try your best to stop the flow. “Let me take you home, please.”

“I can’t—”

“Please,” you whisper softly, that's only for his ears to hear. “Hobie, let me fix this. Come home.”

After a beat, the rain drenches you both, and he nods. “... I'll come home, just for tonight.” And it's the best thing you've heard since everything fell.

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You thank your past self for ‘forgetting’ to unlock your fire escape. He doesn't comment on it, knowing the real reason behind the lack of lock.

Hobie lets you enter first through the window while you take off your wet coat. He roams his eyes at the flat that hasn't changed much since he last saw it. The leather jacket he unceremoniously left on the back of the settee still hangs there, his trainers are still in the shoe rack by the door. His favourite mug still sits next to yours. The walls are still the same green you two once painted together. It still smells like home, it's still his home.

“Hobie?” You call softly on the couch. Patting the space beside you, you smile hopefully at him.

Wordlessly, he unclaces his boots near the windowsill, remembering how much you hated outdoor shoes inside the flat. Your heart reaches out to him at the small movement, you miss him, and now that he's standing in front of you, it's harder to not run up to him and whisper how much you missed him.

The metal of his suit creaks as he sits down. His blood stains the steel, the purple lights slightly blind you. Noticing your narrowed eyes, he shuts off the light, you smile in thanks.

“I can't treat you with the suit still on you.” You quietly say as you splash your hands with alcohol, you put on gloves and the smell of antiseptic makes you wish the circumstances were different.

“If you wanted to get me naked you could've just asked.” He teases, mask still on, voice still unrecognizable.

Instead of a giggle that he's used to hearing, you choke back a sob that you quickly hide with a calculated sniff. You give him a tight-lipped smile, hands suddenly shaking while holding on to the bandages.

Hobie takes your hands, calming you with his gloveless hands. He guides your hands to the clamps that hold his suit to his body. Silently and comfortably, he lets you take off the top part of his suit. It clunks loudly as it falls on the wooden floors, and he now realizes the lack of carpet.

“What happened to the old carpet?” He asks while you press on the gash near his hip.

“I dropped a bowl of soup, I couldn't get rid of the smell so I just threw it away.”

“You could've gotten it cleaned, you liked that carpet.”

“It's just a carpet, Hobie.” You look up at him through your lashes. “Besides, I don't have money to get it professionally cleaned.”

He knits his brows underneath his mask, “what happened to the money I sent you?”

“‘Sent’ isn't a word that I would use, more like ‘dropped off in front of my door like a stray kitten’” You sigh, blinking, “I used it don't worry, I've put it to good use.” You stop him before he could reply. “And I'm not starving, or behind on rent. Just— some people need it more than me.” The bleeding has finally stopped so you inspect the wound if it needs stitching. “I'm doing fine, don't worry about me.”

“It needs stitching, here let me—”

“Let me do this one thing for you, please.” You almost break in front of him. You want to savour the short moment with him, because if he was the one to suture it, he'll be out of the flat before you could even say goodbye. Just like last time. “Just…” you wipe a tear off your cheek, “I missed you, a lot. And I want you to just stay a few minutes longer.” You honestly tell him.

Hobie holds your face tenderly, thumb rubbing along your tear stained cheeks, the same softness that he doesn't show the people he fights night after night. They see it as weakness, he doesn't, he sees you as his reprieve from the world that wants to crush him in between its gnarled teeth.

He wishes everything was different, that everything would go back to normal where the seven don't rule the entire city, where they didn't plunge the whole city into darkness. Where he would hug you from behind as you two make dinner, where it's just you and him on the couch watching a film that makes you scrunch your face into annoyance.

He misses you too.

“Can I see you?” You ask gently as you hold his hands that's on your cheeks.

Hobie takes his hands away from your face, and for a second you think that he'll leave you right where you sat. But he brings his hands near his temples, with a whirr and a mechanical hiss, he takes off his mask, revealing the face you love so much.

There's new scars on his face, One underneath his left eye that makes your heart almost stop at how it must've felt when it was still fresh. An unrecognizable newer cut on his nose has you weeping.

“‘m doin' fine, don't worry about me, love.” Hobie holds you close, he doesn't mind the ache on his side anymore, arms around your torso, he presses you close to his heart.

“Don't use my own words against me, Hobart.” You mumble against his skin, the same word crosses your mind again, home.

“There’s the spark I miss so much,” he lays his forehead on top of yours, letting his warmth spread over to you. Home, this is his home.

“I missed you too.” You could only hope that the reunion isn't brief as you stitch him back together again.

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merowkittie · 10 months

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ATSV INCORRECT QOUTES ☆ !!

This includes x reader and character x character (not in a ship way)

Miguel: Do we have any orange juice left?

Hobie: *pours the remaining juice into their cup*

Hobie: Sorry, we’re all out.

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You: *sees someone doing something stupid*

You: What an idiot.

You: *realizes it's Miles*

You: Wait, that's MY idiot!

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You: Pavitr ... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?

Pavitr: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.

You: …

You: I wrote sanitize, Pav.

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You: My life is a mess.

Miguel: You relax, go get a beer.

You: I don’t want a beer.

Miguel: Who said it was for you?

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Peter B Parker: I've connected the two dots.

Miguel: You didn't connect shit.

Peter B Parker: I've connected them.

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*The gang is learning CPR on a test dummy.*

Gwen: So, assessing the situation. Are they breathing?

Hobie: No, Gwendy. They are not breathing. And they have no arms or legs.

Gwen: No, that’s not part of it—

Hobie: Where are they? You know what.. If we come across somebody with no arms or legs do we bother resuscitating them? I mean, what kind of quality of life do we have there?

Miles: I would want to live with no legs.

Hobie: How about no arms? No arms or legs is basically how you exist right now, Miles. You don’t do anything.

Gwen: All right, well, lets get back to it. ‘Cause you’re losing him.

Hobie: *pumps frantically*

Gwen: Okay, too fast. Everyone, we need to pump at a pace of a 100 beats per minute.

Hobie: Okay, that’s uh, hard to keep track. How many is that per hour?

Pavitr: How’s that gonna help you?

Hobie: I will divide and then count to it.

Pavitr: Right.

Gwen: Okay. Well, a good trick is to pump to the tune of ‘Staying Alive’ by the Bee Gees. Do you know that song?

Hobie: Yes, yes I do. I love that song. *clears throat, begins to sing* First I was afraid, I was petrified.

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Pavitr: I told Hobie to grab snacks for everyone.

Gwen , looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks?

*Pavitr, Hobie, and Miles raise their hands*

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*In a horror movie situation*

Hobie: I've got no service in my phone here.

Pavitr: Shoot, my battery just died.

Gwen : Sorry guys, I just broke my phone with a hammer.

Miles: Guys, my phone is a book.

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You, to Gwen : We had a date!

You: *aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book*

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Hobie: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

You: I wrote you a poem.

Hobie, already crying: You did?

Smth simple until I post an actual fic <3 im sorry for keeping you guys waiting sm I have terrible time management 😭

#reader insert #black reader #comfort #gwen x reader #hobie x reader #miles x you #incorrect quotes #spider man across the spider verse #peter b parker #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #atsv hobie #atsv pavitr #atsv gwen #atsv x reader #atsv x black reader #miles morales x reader #atsv incorrect quotes

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quartzalynlove · 11 months

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Spidey Sense

Pairing: hobie brown x Fem! Reader

Summary: hobie shows up at your place

A/n: I don't think this is my best but I need this man biblically.

Was this finals week or your final week? You couldn't remember the last time you didn't have fun on a weekend. All you did once school let out on Friday was work through review packets given by your teachers. Currently, you were halfway through the chemistry papers.

It was Sunday afternoon and there was still plenty of work to do. Time for a break was yet to be seen on the horizon. Your brain was on autopilot as your hand absently scribbled across the paper and words slightly blurred as they reached your eyes. A band of tension was tight around your head; you knew a break was probably in order, but you couldn't take one. Not yet.

The chemistry packet was finally finished, and the history one began. By this point your eyelids were heavy while your brain struggled to stay on task. With a sigh, you hunched over your desk and inspected the first question harder, as if that would make it easier to work.

After a while, you finally got the first question. But before you could start the next one, you saw the bright sunlight shining in your room become partially blocked from your peripheral vision. You brushed it off, assuming it was only a plane or something until knuckles rapped against your window. With your attention caught, you whipped your head around to see Spider-Man holding a brown paper bag while crouched on the fire escape.

Confused, you finally left your chair to open your window, but not giving Hobie access inside.

Hobie looked at both of your hands pressed against the sides of your window then back at you.

"You gon' let me in, babe?"

With your lips pressed together, you shook your head. "Come back in like an hour thirty, Hobie."

The eyes of Hobie's mask squinted as he look around in feigned thought.

"But like what if I come in now?"

"I'm almost done with my work," you sighed. "We can do whatever after that."

"You still workin' on that?" He asked, tilting his head.

Another sigh left you as you brought a hand to your forehead, attempting to ease your growing headache.

"Yeah." You answered quietly.

Hobie didn't just swing by because he felt like it, even if he was missing hanging out with you all weekend. Ever since Friday, he had an odd feeling crawling over his skin that he couldn't shake. At first, he suspected it had something to do with President Osborne and his regime, but after some investigation Hobie found the dictator was still hiding after their last battle. It wasn't until he made his rounds through the city, and stopped a mugging close to your apartment, that Hobie realized. The crawling vibrated right through him, and it was all coming from you.

"Got a headache?" Hobie asked.

You kept your eyes squeezed shut. "Yeah."

"That the same shirt you took from my place Friday?" He looked at you in the distressed, blue sleeveless t-shirt that he knew was his.

"Maybe." You fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

"You eat anything since lunch yesterday?"

You fell silent for a moment as you looked at Hobie; you could see his dumb smile under his mask.

"Thought so."

Coming through the opening you made when your hand left the window, Hobie held the bag he had in front of you. You took it as he entered further into your room and removed his mask. Inside was your regular order from the local deli and a bottle of water. Hobie smirked as he heard the bag crinkle when you plunged your hand inside. He was at your desk looking over the absurd amount of work that you had been doing.

"History and trig? Baby, I could do this." Hobie offered, turning to you.

Shaking your head, you tried to get down the giant bite of sandwich you took. "No, I need to do those to pass my finals."

Hobie didn't listen, taking your pencil and scrawling through a few questions on the packets.

"The education system is just twelve years of teaching children how to conform to society and not question authority." He shrugged.

You laughed slightly at Hobie as you made your way next to him. As you leaned against Hobie, you took your pencil out of his hand and looked up at him.

"Yeah, but, I still wanna go to college."

Hobie hummed, nodding his head, "Hm...and I want that too because you want it," he brought his index finger to his chin as he took a brief thought. "Take a break, then."

With the smile on his face, you knew Hobie's idea of a break for you was cuddling and ignoring both of your responsibilities. While it didn't sound like a terrible idea, your first final was tomorrow. You could take a break when the work was finished.

You linked your arm around Hobie's. "Baby, thank you for the sandwich, but I swear, I'm almost done then we can do whatever you want."

With furrowed brows, Hobie brought his free hand over his chest. "This ain't 'bout me, babe, I said you need a break."

Before you could attempt to shoo him off again, Hobie made his argument for why he should stay.

"Ever since Friday, I've had the most bonkers feeling that I just couldn't figure out. But I was swingin' round here earlier when it hit me. You aren't taking proper care of yourself."

You looked up at Hobie with a puzzled look as a small laugh left your throat. "So you got spidey sense about me?"

Hobie shrugged. "Guess so."

"I didn't think it worked like that." You smirked.

"I ain't got Scooby-Doo."

You let go of Hobie and looked up into his eyes. "Well, if the spidey sense says I need a break, I guess these last two packets can wait."

As you took another bit of your sandwich, Hobie kissed your forehead.

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lu-cider · 9 months

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I don't think Jeff and Hobie would be the bestest of friends

#astv #atsv fanart #atsv fandom #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse fanart #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spiderverse #spiderverse fanart #spiderman fandom #spiderman fanart #hobie brown fanart #hobie atsv #hobie brown #spider punk #spider punk fanart #I also find the idea of everyone feeling absolutely comfortable entering Miles' room and leaning on his windowsills to be pretty funny #bro wakes up with 5 individuals knocking on his window demanding a room tour

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 8 months

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so...sSo-..

T-tallll

#a couple of my FAVS #HE SOOOO LANKY #but in a comforting way #hobie brown #spiderpunk #spider punk #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spider man #across the spider verse #marvel

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galadrail · 10 months

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I've seen a lot of fic where people say Hobie has warm hands, but I personally think he's more the type of person to have constantly cold hands

He doesn't wear much and from what I've learned about his world, he doesn't really seem to live properly, so I think he's not warm very often, which leads to his hands often being cold.

And then I think Miles is the type of person who, on the contrary, has warm hands.

I really like the idea of Hobie being cold and Miles being there to warm him up.

#atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #miles morales #astv hobie #hobie brown/miles morales #hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #Hobie hc #punkflower #hc punkflower #flowerpunk #just some random thoughts #Yeah i'm not normal about them #I really like that idea to one was cold and other just give them comfortable and warm #And I always have cold hands so yes hobie have that too #And he have large hands so that make them cold

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forggywrites · 10 months

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Hobie x gn reader having a depressive episode

(I may or may not be having a depressive episode so I just wanna do something to get my mind off of it)

Also it’s hard to write when I’m like this so it’s short.

Requests are open!

When he got home from the usual spider stuff and walked into the living room he knew something was up when your normal greeting wasn’t as energetic as usual.

When he saw you sprawled out on the couch with a tired look on your face he knew something was definitely wrong.

“Hey luv, what’s goin on? You upset or is it just one a those days?”

All you did was shrug.

“Is it anotha episode?”

You nodded with a small noise of confirmation.

First off he’ll make sure to feed you, he’ll make or get whatever you ask for. If you have a hard time deciding on what to eat he’ll grab a small snack and some water and then help you decide.

After you’re fed, he’ll help you clean up. If you don’t have the motivation to shower he’ll help you. Either he’ll motivate you to bathe or bathe you himself.

After you’re fed and cleaned he’ll take you on a walk or drive, just to make sure you can get some fresh air and sunlight.

If you wanna do something he’ll take you to a store, buy steal you a stuffie or other comfort item along with snacks.

After a nice outing he’ll take you home, get you comfortable in bed, and hang out with you until you fall asleep or feel better.

He sits your head in his lap, if you’ve got hair to style he’ll style it, if not he’ll just rub your scalp and hold your hand.

As you lie there he turns on one of your favorite shows, mumbling sweet words to you.

“You’re so sweet luv, I’m glad I can be here for you”

He will always be there for you, no matter what.

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phantom-playdough · 11 months

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Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) x GN!Reader: “I choose you, Hobie.”

I made this because I love me some hurt/comfort fics and there are basically none for Hobie. So, if no one else will do it, I will damn it lmao Hope y'all enjoy some sweet and adorable hurt/comfort.

TW's: Angst with a happy ending, Reader has hardcore insecurities, depression (No suicidal ideations, just sadness) and self-deprecating thoughts.

Tissues littered the floor of Y/n's bedroom, thrown anywhere but the actual trashcan. Not that Y/n could really bring themself to care; they'd clean it up later. They stopped crying what feels like hours ago. Now, Y/n was just sitting down on the floor in front of their bed and sat there, lost in thought.

However, they were brought out of that state when they heard their window open. Y/n didn't even need to look up to know who it was. Afterall, most humans could not climb 15 stories to reach their apartment.

"'Ey, Y/n. You havin' a tissue party?" Hobie said, taking off his mask and looking around the bedroom.

Y/n didn't have it in them to croak out a response. So, they didn't try. But that was all it took to clue Hobie in to know that something was wrong.

Without a word, Hobie sat down beside Y/n on the floor and wrapped an arm around their shoulders. Even though Y/n felt so empty, they couldn't help but take in Hobie's cologne. Somehow it suited him.

"You alright there, (Nickname)?" Hobie asked, despite knowing the answer. Of course, he knew. The two of them had known each other for so long now that this type of thing was as obvious as a person's nose.

He and Y/n knew each other after he saved them from a mugger. Hobie still remembers how after he knocked the mugger out, Y/n just said, "I like the spikes on your costume." It was definitely a strange response to have after getting save from a mugging, but it was good to know that this person had taste. At least, that was what Hobie thought in the moment.

"Thank you, cutie." Hobie said with a wink. He then swung off and may or may not have followed Y/n home to make sure they made it safely. At least, that was his defense whenever that was brought up.

The two of them became super close after that night. Which meant that Hobie was around whenever Y/n got a boyfriend. Hobie really tried to be supportive. Like, really tried. But as time went on, Hobie felt his concerns grow for Y/n as time had passed.

At first, the guy sounded pretty cool to Hobie when Y/n talked about him. He and Y/n were very close friends, similar to Hobie (Albeit for longer). Y/n gushed about the nice things they did with him. Clubbing, going to concerts occasionally, shopping dates, even just staying at home and chilling. Hobie didn’t seem to have many concerns at the beginning. (Even if he was jealous…)

But as time went forwards, Y/n’s boyfriend really seemed stubborn in hanging around other people instead of Y/n. He seemed really stubborn about going out clubbing when Y/n just wanted to stay at home. He seemed very stubborn about getting handsy. That one probably wouldn't have been that big of a deal. But what made it hard to handle was when Hobie met Y/n's boyfriend. The guy seemed very inclined on sucking Y/n's teeth in front of Hobie.

However, Y/n tried to cut their boyfriend slack whenever Hobie voiced his concerns to them. They knew him for a long time. Hobie knew that. But he gently pointed these problems out to his best friend. Y/n was well aware that they did not feel comfortable with what was going on in their relationship. So, they knew they had to voice their concerns.

That didn't go so well.

"Y/n. You're doing it again." Hobie said, a finger grazing his best friend's cheek.

"Huh?"

"You're spacing out on me. C'mon, what is it?" Hobie tried to keep his tone both firm but sweet.

Y/n sighed. "I went over to his apartment. To try and talk about how he has been acting lately. Try and tell him I think we needed to set up some ground rules, or something like that."

"But...?"

"But he... had someone else over. She answered the door. Said that her boyfriend was in the shower."

Hobie's eyes went as wide as moons. The level of fury he felt at hearing this could NOT be understated. To think that someone who was lucky enough to have Y/n as their partner and go and ruin both that perfect and amazing chance as well as break Y/n's heart in the process.

Who could even come close to competing with Y/n? No one, in Hobie's mind.

"Maybe it's for the best." Y/n grumbled out, tearing Hobie out of his fury. "I mean, I was just stupid for thinking he thought more highly of me. But why would he?"

Hobie felt his self-control slipping, but at this point, it gone. "Y/n," He began, grabbing Y/n's chin to make them look at him and make sure they wouldn't turn away. "Listen to me, will ya? That moron was stupid for not seeing you as a gem. ‘Cause that's what you are. You don't have a Scooby-doo about how amazing you are. How captivating you are. He is fucking stupid for trying to replace you when he can’t. You deserve so much better than that crock of shit."

“I really don’t, Hobie.” Hobie was just about to object, but Y/n yanked their head away. Effectively cutting his comeback off and speaking lies to Hobie’s sensitive ears. “Let me asking you something, Hobie. Did I turn him into a jerk or am I just plain dumb? Or better yet, both?”

“Knock it off, Y/n. These fuckin’ planks (idiots) lie. And they’re good at it, too. They are good at pretending like they care and that they love you. Guys like that twit also manipulate others. He knew you both were friends for a long time. He took you places, gave you things. Please don’t hate me for saying this babe, but I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he said something fucking stupid like how he did all of this for you and you couldn’t do those creepy things for him.”

“I feel dumb I didn’t see it.”

“Love, almost no one sees the signs when you fall for someone you’ve known for years. Plus, he gave you so much. Good laughs, good moments, good memories…I didn’t have a Scooby-doo, for fucks sake! So, if you wanna be gutted (upset) at yourself you should be with me too.”

Y/n tried to ignore the way the nicknames like babe or love caused a flush to flood their face. The way their heart jumped just a little too much when they heard that. Y/n made the mistake of looking back at Hobie’s gorgeous face. The way his eyes held a serious look. Y/n gathered that he wasn’t angry at them. It was more their ex.

They looked away to avoid looking at Hobie’s pierced and sexy lips, as well as avoid letting him see the tears in their eyes. “Maybe it’s karma.” Hobie was barely a beat away from interrupting. But Y/n put a finger up. “No, shut up. Let me explain.” Hobie literally bit his tongue to do so.

Y/n took a breath. “I knew at the time that I liked him. I did. But I…liked someone else more. I just knew it wouldn’t work with him because he probably wouldn’t want to be held down and backwards. He would probably want to swing free. So, I thought that my ex would be enough. Again, I did like him. He literally confessed to me when I brought up that I that I thought wasn’t good enough for…someone else. He said I was more than enough for him. So, I just decided that I could make it work. Especially because he was great in the beginning. But maybe it’s karma for replacing my true feelings with something I wasn’t a hundred percent invested in.”

Hobie felt his heart break for what felt like the millionth time. “Do I know this other mate of yours?” He asked after a beat of silence.

“Like the back of your web-throwing hand.” Y/n said. They inhaled for a moment or two. “He’s you.”

“Wait, what?”

“He’s you, Hobart Brown. I literally hinted it just a second ago.”

“How? When?”

“When I said that you would rather swing free.”

“Well, how was I supposed to pick up on that?! That’s super subtle, (Nickname).” Hobie defended, making Y/n laugh. “You seriously thought I wouldn’t want to be with you? I hinted at it too, just now by the way!!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I just said you’re captivating and amazing. That the fucking dumbass who kissed you with more teeth than lips when I was around was stupid for thinking someone else could compete with you. Unlike you, I wasn’t subtle.”

“Literally everyone who cares about someone else would say that.” Y/n deadpanned. “But…thanks.” They said softly. They leaned on Hobie’s shoulder, curling their legs up close to their chest and snuggling into Hobie’s side. Hobie responded by putting a hand on their shoulder, squeezing it just a tad. Y/n then took it a step further, wrapping their arms around Hobie’s built waist.

“What now, punk?” Y/n asked quietly.

“What?”

“What now? Do you want to progress or not? I mean, you don’t believe in consistency. So, I kinda just assumed you didn’t have interest in anything related to romance.”

“Modern romance is a marketing scheme full of corruption from the people making chocolates and growing roses, plus the cunning bastards who look to find it.” Hobie took in a deep breath. “But…that doesn’t mean I don’t have interest in you.” Y/n heart was racing so fast it felt like they were about to travel through time. There was no way Hobie didn’t notice this. But luckily he didn’t comment on it. “If you want to try this, Y/n…I will. But if you don’t feel ready or comfortable, I won’t mind. You can be with any bloke you want. If you chose me, I’d be happy. But I’d say the same if you didn’t. So long as we don’t drift apart.”

Y/n took a while to respond, making Hobie worry. But once Y/n was ready to answer, they decided to answer without a word. They pulled their head off Hobie’s shoulder and kiss him on the smooth skinned cheek.

“I choose you, Hobie.”

#hobie x you #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #spider punk #sony spiderverse #i wrote this at 4am #hurt/comfort #emotional hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort fic

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brightbertalt · 11 months

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hey y’all, I just needed to write this because I need to write a comfort drabble right now so 😎 enjoy

warnings - implied childhood trauma

it was 11pm at night. dark. loud. it was loud to you. everything is coming back. too many things, everything. you curled up onto the bathroom floor, trying to settle yourself out. why now? why was everything coming back now? the world seemed black and white, everything felt so empty and emotionless but you absorbed everything bad in the universe. why why why. tears and scratching and tears. everything needed to stop stop stop stop stop stop stop

“hey hey, what happened? what’s goin’ on?”

a familiar voice introduced itself to you. you weren’t swept out of your mind, but you just froze instead. you perked up, backing against the cold cold wall.

“is it okay if I touch you? I don’t wanna hurt ya.”

you shook your head, rocking back and forth, trying to get yourself out of the train of thoughts.

“can you tell me what happened?”

you opened your mouth with the intention of speaking, but all that came out was broken sobs. he sat next to you, not touching you at all. he offered you one of his spiky cuffs. you choked up, your shaky hands grabbing the cuff and trying to gain your senses back. your face hurt from crying and it felt like like static from how much movement was happening.

“i’ll be here. just in case you need anything.”

and he was, for two hours you both sat there and talked, half the time not even about the situation, but about random things like what food you ate last week, or your favorite movies.

#fanfic #fanfiction #comfort #comfort fic #hobart brown #hobie x reader #spiderman headcanon #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #spiderman #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk #spider man: across the spider verse

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the-kr8tor · 1 month

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Hello!! I hope that u r having a wonderful day/night!

I feel like suffering today so could I request reader comforting hobie after a canon event?

I need some more hurt/comfort in my life bc it’s one of my fav tropes even tho it’s sad 😭

🕊️anon

Hi, dovey!! Thank you for requesting! Prepare to be hurt/comforted 😂

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

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW implied violence, CW Injury, TW blood. Hurt/comfort.

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Your hands are covered in crimson, iron fills your lungs as you scrub his hands in the basin. Legs aching from kneeling, tearful eyes staring at Hobie whilst he sits on the floor of your shared flat. His back lays flat on the wall. The same walls covered in the wallpaper you two chose for the place, all smiles and laughter filling the room— it's a stark contrast to the scene in front of you, his soft sobs wracking his battered body, wheezing from his bruised lungs. Yet he keeps his eyes open, red around the whites of his eyes, staring mindlessly at the ceiling he just dusted a few hours ago before it happened.

His entire suit is covered in blood, seeping through the fabric and into his skin. The same skin you brush against every morning, the same skin you love and adore. He thinks you wouldn't want to touch him again after seeing it marred by his blood and someone he failed to save. Their ichor drips on the carpeted floors, mixing into his own, staining the white material like blood on snow.

It's silent, you're silent, and he's afraid that it was almost you. Your blood almost spilled on him if he wasn't fast enough, if he chose the stranger rather than you.

Your face is unreadable, and he's terrified that he almost came home without seeing it ever again.

Your touch is soft against his split skin, and he's furious that green goblin made him choose, he feels he doesn't deserve the softness of your hands against his bloodstained ones.

Your breath hitches in your throat, dust dirtying your face, clothes torn from where goblin gripped you too tight, his mark left on your bicep; tiny pinpricks of dried blood from his sharp nails dot along your arm like grim stars.

And he's terrified of the other outcome where he didn't catch you in time.

“Hobie,” your hoarse voice cuts him like a knife, tone cracking at the simple utterance of his name, the steel twisting inside his gut at the screams you let out. “It'll be okay. We'll be okay.”

At your simple words, he wakes up, reaching over to you even when his wounds protest, even when his guilt screams at him to let you go.

You take him in your arms, kicking away the basin for more space, embracing him fully as he disappears into you. Hiding himself in the crook of your neck, body slotting perfectly against yours.

“‘m sorry,” your heart shatters at his apology. Hobie clings to you tighter, hands balling your shirt, refusing to let you go. His salty tears are gathering around your neck. But it's alright as yours drench his stained cheeks.

“It's okay.” You rock him in your arms, heavy kisses pressed on his temple, letting your love calm him. “Let it out, I'm here. I love you.”

Hobie hopes that one day you'll forgive him. Even though there's nothing to forgive while you cradle him in your arms.

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