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Hobie x Spider-Person Reader (Chapter Three)

This may or may not be entirely a self insert (if that wasn't obvious already) but I'm having a lot of fun writing this between doodling and playing way too much stardew. I had a specific song in mind while writing because it's one of my favorites (Brave as a Noun by AJJ) but I didn't wanna make it too specific (Even if my ramblings about music tastes were entirely just me rambling about myself.) Anyways, hope you enjoy!!

~~Chapter Three~~

It didn’t take long for the casual conversation to focus back on you. 

“So,” Gwen asked, perched on the back of one of the chairs, “Tell us a little about yourself.”

“Well… um, My name is Y/N. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for three years I've been the one and only Spider-Man. Or, I thought I was.” You looked around, and everyone was nodding along. This seemed to be a universal experience. You had to think of something else.

“Aside from that, I’m an artist and a musician. I play a few instruments and I sing-“ that seemed to pique Hobie’s interest “- and I graduated high school about a year back. I like video games and, um… I’m not sure what else to say.”

“Musician?” Hobie asked, turning towards you more in his seat, leaning towards you slightly. “What kinda music ya into?” He shot a look at Gwen, one you couldn’t quite read, but Gwen leaned closer as well.

“My taste is all over the place I guess. Classic rock, Alt, indie, various punk subgenres, especially folk punk or pop punk, Taylor Swift… Do you guys have Taylor swift? Doesn’t matter- but I’ll listen to anything,” you couldn’t help the smile that made its way to your face, “My aunt May loved driving me to school when I was younger. We’d put on the radio and sing at the top of our lungs, and if I found a song I’d like I’d write it down and see how fast I could learn it on whatever instrument I felt like practicing.”

You shifted in your seat slightly. Talking about your aunt felt bittersweet now, but you loved music. That and painting were what got you through your tough times. “Do you guys play anything?”

You should have put the pieces together by now. Of course Hobie played an instrument. Two amps sat stacked in one corner of the room, one electric guitar propped next to them, another across the room. Plus the various picks you saw when you came in. Your face bloomed red with embarrassment at the question. 

“Of course they do, bro, these two have been trying to start a band here since Gwen showed up,” Pav chimed in, leaning forward as well, though that seemed to just be his posture. “Hobie’s trying to teach me bass, but I haven’t had much time to practice between school and Gayatri and Spider-manning.”

You nodded along, barely noticing the sounds of people moving as you asked “Gayatri? Are they another spider-person?”

“Oh, no, bro!” He started, waving his hands. “She’s my girlfriend back home! Doesn’t even know I’m Spider-Man yet.”

“I’m sure she knows, Pav,” Gwen chimed in, settling back into her seat. “You’re a terrible liar and Gaya’s smart. Not to mention you flirt with her as Pavitr and Spider-Man…” She twirled her drum sticks in her hands- wait, when did she get those- as she spoke.

You switched your attention back to Hobie, who had left his spot on the couch. He was instead plugging his ax into one of the amps. You felt excitement bubble in your stomach. You love watching people play. The sound of live music, the vibrations shaking your chest and buzzing in your head.

“You said Folk Punk? Bit specific, innit?” Your face flushed slightly, but you nodded. 

“Yeah. AJJ, Crywank, Pat the Bunny…” You trailed off, laughing quietly to yourself at the face Pav made at the names. You reached for the pocket of your suit, flush to your thigh and fairly well hidden, and pulled out your phone. It was busted and broken, but it still had service… somehow. You really didn’t understand this whole multiverse thing. But you managed to pull up your music and play one of your favorites.

Hobie nodded slightly, turning up the volume so Gwen and Pav could hear, and you couldn’t help but hum along, bobbing your head and tapping your foot. Your fingers twitched along with the note changes you’ve memorized on your guitar. As the song ends, Hobie looked pleased, pushing his guitar towards you.

You tilted your head slightly, sliding your phone back into your pocket before raising your eyebrow at him. He simply nodded, gesturing towards the guitar. “You said you play, yeh?”

“Yeah, but… you just listened to the song, didn’t you?” You picked up the guitar, turning it over in your arms, resting it on your lap. It was amazing, even if it was a good bit beat up. A sticker on the side was peeling up and scratching your arm slightly, but for some reason it didn’t bother you.

“Yeh, but I wanna hear you play it,” he replied, his voice close to a mumble. For half a second, you forgot anyone else was watching you, and you held the guitar closer, ready to play. You felt your face turn red, and your stomach fluttered with nerves. You shook your head, but when you glanced back up, everyone looked at you so expectantly. Hobie slipped a pick between your fingers, and you quickly adjusted your grip as Gwen tapped her drumsticks together, a non-verbal offer to start the song off, like a test to see if you could join them.

Your fingers were cold, poor circulation never your friend anyways but nerves making it worse, and your throat felt tight, but you nodded anyway.You counted the taps, nodding along to the drum sticks hitting the coffee table- Gwen had set up her own makeshift drum set, and you were thankful. It was quieter than the real thing. Your hands were shaky as you plucked out the first few chords, your knuckles pale and tense. The first few words sounded squeaky, like your own throat was strangling itself to keep them from coming out, and you knew everyone noticed. You could feel your face burn all the way to your ears, but you kept on.

As you played, you could feel your hands warm up, your voice leave your throat a little easier. Music was second nature to you, but without your mask, you were never the most confident person. This certainly wasn’t your best work, but you weren’t crying, which was monumental enough for you.

It wasn’t long before you finished, and you shoved the guitar away like it burned. There was a moment of silence, then Pavitr clapping and whooping. You couldn’t help but smile, the reaction reminded you of your Aunt.

“Thanks, Pav. Sorry that was rough, I don’t really play in front of people. I opened for a concert as spiderman once, but that’s different,” you started, picking at your hangnails, staring down at your chipped nail polish.

“Gwendy, you thinkin what I am?” Hobie asked, moving the guitar from you and unplugging it, setting it back down. You finally chanced a look at their faces. Gwen looked ecstatic, Hobie at least a little impressed. You felt your chest swell with the slightest bit of pride.

“Hell yeah! We’re finally getting a band!”

#atsv astv hobie astv fanfic astv fic astv x reader hobie brown hobie x reader spider punk This isnt proofread

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Hey again, It’s Aloe! I’ve been in a Mood™ and have been switching between doodling and writing every few minutes and ended up doodling mini ref sheets for one of my favorite Spider-Man OCs, Spider-Clown!

Her name is Midge Jester (MJ) and was bitten by a radioactive spider (of course) and just became New York’s one and only Spider-Clown.

She picked the clown motif because of her fascination with the circus and just to have fun as a superhero. Her best friend, Peter, loves comics, so she was super used to the seriousness of most of the heroes, and that wasn’t her style.

Aside from faster healing, super strength, spidey senses, and stickiness (wall climbing abilities), Midge uses her slight of hand skills as a superpower, along with the ✨power of comedy✨ (think a very toned down spider-ham)

From water spritzing flowers to swinging though the city on infinitely tied handkerchiefs, she’ll save the day and try to make you laugh while she does so.

Honestly I could ramble about her forever, she’s my more recent favorite Spider-Man oc. Her design is completely impractical if it came to an actual comic, but I think that’s what I enjoy about it :)

#art #digital art #design #spidersona #spider man oc #into the spider verse #across the universe

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Spiderman naming scheme ramble

Yo, I swear I’m working on chapter 3 of the hobie fic, but I may or may not have gotten super distracted talking to myself and I needed to get these thoughts down and I didn’t wanna bother my friends with them because they’re sick of me talking about Spider-Man.

Quick warning, as I wrote this I realized this a stupid observation but I know it’ll help me when making my OCs, so I still wanted to post it in case it’ll help others :)

So. Every Spider-Person has a name. I’m talking like, Peter Parker, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacey. And There’s like, an infinite number of these spider people. Anyways, I was thinking about the actual naming schemes because I make a lot of Spider-Man OCs (I have a spinny wheel of aesthetics that I use to design random spider suits, if I like the design I develop the character more. Super fun game) and most of them don’t actually have names yet apart from their spider titles. Sugar Spider is one of my oldest designs, and I’ve somehow never given her a name.

Anyways, I really like that Spiderman names fall into categories. Like, The Peter Parker variants. There’s the OG, Peni Parker, Peter Porker, Pavitr Prabhakar, the list goes on and on. They’re the classics, and you can still get really creative with them if you try. I’m leaning towards Phoebe Parker for a cyberpunk design I have.

Next is the Gwen Stacey. Again, really self explanatory with the glass if and Gayatri Singh (not Spider-Man but still). I can’t think of as many examples off the top of my head from the movies or comics, but seeing as Gwen (and all others on this list) are inherently variants on the Peter Parker formula already (If they’re Spider-Man at all)

Third is the MJ. I actually can’t think of a cannon where she’s Spider-Man, but I love MJ. Mary Jane, Michelle Jones-Watson, both amazing. I have a clown core Spider-gal that I adore, and I’ve been leaning towards an MJ name just so I can have her last name be Jester.

And then there’s the names that don’t fit. Miguel O’Hara, Miles Morales (Though alliteration is huge). They don’t have as many variants, if any. Which is great for Spider-Sonas. My name is Aloe, and I name my personal sonas after myself because there’re like, based on me specifically. So all in all, it’s not a set rule, but it’s helping me actually start with ideas :)

#Spiderman ocs #spiderverse oc #incoherent rambling #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman

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Hobie x Spider-Person Reader (Chapter Two)

Here's chapter two! I hope y'all enjoy, it's like 3 am and I forgot to take my sleep meds because I've been writing for hours. (Not 3 am when this is posted, I'm scheduling this for later but I'm typing this right after posting chapter one).

~~Chapter Two~~

The room was small but cozy, the distinct smell of weed noticeable but not overpowering. A beat up leather couch sat on one wall, mismatched comfy looking chairs next to it. A coffee table covered in magazines, coffee cups, guitar picks, and a Spider-Man mask sat in the middle of the room, and an awful tv sat on a stand, an old, beat up radio underneath. Nothing matched, but you couldn’t help but think that it was intentional. 

“Hobie’ll be here in a minute, he’s picking up some pizza. Do you like pizza, Y/N?” Gwen asked, taking off her sneakers and tossing them aside. You nodded as you watched them land in a pile of other shoes.

“Get comfy, bro! You’re not on the clock anymore! Not like you were on the clock yet in the first place yet. Have you even met Miguel? Miss Jess has been getting a little sloppy with who she brings in. No offense,” Pav said, practically leaping onto one of the chairs.

“Who’s Miguel? So far I’ve only met Jess, the others with her in my old universe, and you two.” You shifted on your feet before looking around again, deciding at last to curl up on one end of the couch. It was shockingly comfy, and you could feel yourself calm down at least a little bit.

“He like, runs this place,” he explained, and Gwen looked uneasy, “Try not to get on his bad side, trust us.”

You wanted to ask more, but just as you opened your mouth, you heard a door open. Your whole body tensed up, and you quickly turned towards the sound.

“Pizza’s ‘ere,” a voice said, and as the source of said voice grew closer, you saw him. Tall and lanky, his boots adding a couple extra inches and his hair adding even more. He looked… good. There was no sugar coating that. Ripped jeans with a studded belt, a painted denim jacket covered in pins over a band tee, quite a few bracelets and necklaces, spiked chokers and cuffs. You were glad you were still masked so nobody could see you oggle him.

“Hobie!” Gwen said, quickly snapping you out of your trance, something you were silently grateful for, “This is the new guy I was talking about, Y/N. They don’t have a place yet, and the hub was killing them. Right Y/N?”

“Oh- Yeah, right,” you said, clearing your throat before attempting to elaborate, again very thankful your mask hid how red your face got. Man you were embarrassing. “I have a killer migraine and don’t really do well in crowds, especially when I’m not fully in spider-man mode. Auditory processing issues and that weird feeling when meeting other spider-people… it was all just blegh. I really appreciate you letting me chill here, and I appreciate you two bringing me,” you explained, pulling at the fabric of your gloves as you spoke.

“No worries, mate,” Hobie said as he crossed the room, setting the pizza boxes on the coffee table before sitting on the other end of the couch. “I think throwing someone into a situation like that with no warning is bullshit, glad you found these two to get ya out.”

The pizza smelled delicious, and you hoped the others didn’t hear your stomach growl. But by the way Hobie raised his eyebrow and nodded towards the food, you knew they did. But beyond that, you’d have to de-mask. It shouldn’t be a big deal. Everyone here was a spider-person and nobody was masked but you, but very few people knew your identity back home. Even ignoring that, your mask was like a safety net, hiding your face and letting you avoid eye contact so much easier. But you were hungry and your hair was sweaty and it was getting uncomfortable under there.

So, you pushed your fingers under the hem of your mask, peeling it away from your face and setting it in your lap, one of your hands instinctively running though your hair. You looked… rough. Bruises still visible on your cheek, a cut across your lip that hasn't quite healed, your hair a sweaty, tangled mess. You could feel eyes on you, and you kept your own firmly planted on your hands holding your mask.

After what felt like forever but was only a moment, you heard someone- Pav, you think- clear their throat. “Did you get veggie?” his voice sounded loud in the quiet room, but it drew attention away from you, and you were grateful.

“Mmhm, veg, supreme, and plain cheese. Sorry, luv, I wasn’t sure what you’d want, so I got plain,” Hobie said, opening all three of the boxes and taking a slice of the supreme. You reached over and grabbed a slice of the cheese pizza and took a bite. It was greasy and cheap, but it reminded you of the shitty pizza from the shop on the same block as your old family apartment, and it warmed your chest. You quickly ate your fill, as did the other three.

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Hobie x Spider-Person Reader (Chapter One)

Hey, this is Aloe! This is like, my second time posting a fic online ever and I'm a little nervous, but I'm having fun writing this. Also I'm super hyperfocused on Hobie :')

Some notes on the fic: Reader insert is mostly referred to with gender neutral terms, but I might slip up and use feminine ones occasionally. Also the MC has chronic pain and migraines because I'm projecting, and is autistic because, again, projecting. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, love you!!

(Also Hobie takes a little bit to show up, like, end of next chapter/start of chapter 3, I'm so sorry :'))

~~Chapter One~~

You pulled your mask down, making sure it was secure over your face before stepping through the portal, your mind foggy and body aching, though you knew your wounds wouldn’t take too long to close- one of the many perks of being a spider-person. And not the only one, as you’ve just learned. 

Spider-Woman–or Jess as she introduced herself– tried to explain the basics, but her words flew right over your head. You were still reeling. The multiverse was real! All those theories you learned about in high school were true! But not only that- you weren’t alone anymore. There were others just like you.

The noise immediately hit you like a truck, sharp pain quickly blooming above your right eye, but you’ve learned to push through that pain. You adjusted and looked around, and saw hundreds- no, thousands of other spider-people, in and out of masks, drinking coffee and chatting, working on holo-screened computers, eating in food courts, all in an impossibly large multi-floored building. Your impulse to explore was beyond strong, but your attention was caught before you could wander off.

“Here, put this on,” Jess said, handing you some sort of… watch looking contraption. “Your molecules won’t like being outside of your home dimension, this keeps them in check. Plus it’ll let you open those portals we used back there.”

You nodded slightly, mumbling a quiet “thanks” under your breath as you slid it on, the colors not quite matching with your suit. You didn’t like the idea of letting your molecules get out of whack- you dealt with enough pain already, so you didn’t put up any fuss.

“Um, is there like… housing?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder, hoping to see your universe one last time, but the portal was long gone. You figured it would be a long, long time before you went back.

“Not here, this is more of a central hub. Almost like an office building, if that makes sense,” she turned and smiled at you, her yellow goggles enhancing the happy glisten in her eyes. “But some of the folks here would be happy to open up their homes for you if they knew your situation. You’re, what, nineteen? Pavitr!” She yelled to someone else before turning back to you. “I gotta run, but you two are about the same age, you might get along.” 

And with that, she thwipped away, and a boy you guessed was a year or so younger than you ran up after her.

“Yes, Ma’am- oh, she’s already gone. Well, you look new!” he said, a grin evident in his voice, even if you couldn’t see his face. “I’m Pavitr, you can call me Pav.” He stuck out his hand for a handshake, which you quickly returned.

“I’m Sp-” you cut yourself off. Everyone was Spider-Man here, you were supposed to trust these people with your real name. You cleared your throat before trying again. “Y/N. Nice to meet you, Pav.”

“So, how long have you been, y’know?” he mimed shooting webs, making quiet thwip noises as he did so, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Since I was sixteen, so about three years,” you said, glancing over his shoulder. The group he was talking to were making their way over, and you felt your anxiety spike. You were having to meet so many new people, and reverting into your hero persona wasn’t working, your mind too foggy from what happened less than an hour earlier.

“Nice, nice,” Pav started, interrupting himself with a “Gwen! You have got to meet this dude!” and before you knew it, you felt his arm over your shoulder. You tensed up slightly, something both he and this ‘Gwen’ seemed to notice.

“Woah, hey, you alright?” the girl asked, and Pav quickly moved his hand. You nodded, though you knew it wasn’t convincing. 

“‘M fine, I just have a migraine. And, um, I’m sort of…” You tried to find words, but tears bubbled from your eyes, and you were beyond thankful they were covered, though you couldn’t hide the wobble in your voice. “Overwhelmed. This is all too much. Too many people.”

Pav and Gwen shared a look, and Gwen quickly pulled out her phone, typed for a moment, and nodded. You dug your palms into your eyes, both in an attempt to block the tears, and to ease your headache, but it did neither.

Within a few moments you felt a gentle tap to your shoulder as Gwen tried to get your attention.

“Hey, my friend has a great place, he said you can swing by and chill there. We’ll come with, and I can show you how to get there, okay?” Her voice was somewhat soft, and you could tell she was genuinely trying to help. You nodded, and she held out her arm, her wrist tilted so you could see. She typed in a number-138- and a moment later a spotty, hard to look at portal appeared. 

Pav was the first to step through, then Gwen. They looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to join them. This inter-dimensional travel was still very new to you, but you knew you’d have to get used to it. You took a deep breath and stepped through, the sound quickly dying our, replaced by quiet radio.

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