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purpleshadow-star · 1 year
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They really came for him, especially Will. Poor Mike can't catch a break.
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Honestly, this is all the proof I need that Vecna is going to target Mike at some point.
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estrellami-1 · 2 months
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If I Should Stay
I’m late! I’m sorry! Life happened. Next update will happen as if this wasn’t late, so it’ll be on the 15th. 😊
Part 1 | . . . | Part 63 | Part 64 | Part 65
Days pass. El gets stronger. Everyone gathers, once again, for one last mission.
“Anyone wants out,” Steve says seriously, “you have it. This isn’t like last time. We’re not fighting bats. These are grown men who are smart, mean, and will not hesitate to kill you.”
“Papa is a bad man,” El adds. “He has bad men helping him. I don’t want them to hurt anyone else.”
“Kid,” Hopper starts, looking at Steve, “I think this is a job for the government-”
“The government knows,” Steve returns, turning back to everyone else, focusing on Nancy. “If we have to retreat, Nancy, I want you to get everything you can on them. I’d rather not call him unless we absolutely have to, but there’s a man who can help. You’re a great journalist and i know you can get this place torn to the ground if need be.”
“Meaning, if we can’t,” Eddie adds, and Steve nods at him.
Nancy looks between them. “Oh,” she says, brows furrowed. Suddenly she looks at Steve, eyes narrowed. “Him? Really?”
Steve frowns, confused. “What- Nance, what’re you-”
“Don’t Nance me,” she bites back, eyes sharp. “Not when you dumped me for-”
“And that’s enough,” Alli cuts in, tone sharp and eyes sharper. “You’ve officially overstayed your welcome, Miss Priss, I’ll consider letting you back in if you apologize.”
“Oh, stop it,” Nancy begins, but is stopped by Robin, who stands in front of her with her arms crossed.
“Out.” She says, low. Dangerous. “I’ve been through this shit twice. You don’t want to know what I’m capable of.”
Nancy looks at the two of them, looks from Wayne to Hopper to Joyce, then storms out when no one seems sympathetic. Jonathan follows her.
Steve sinks into his seat with an exhale. “I didn’t think- I mean, I knew she didn’t know, but I didn’t think it would- she would-”
El clambers onto the couch next to him. “Do you want me to help?”
He slowly turns to her, brows furrowing again. “Help?”
“Yeah. I can make her trip on the sidewalk. Or make a bird poop on her.”
“Do that one,” Mike says, “it would be funny.”
Steve pulls El into a hug with a sigh. “Thanks, Ellie, but that’s alright. It’s not nice to get back at people who are reacting out of anger.”
“Why’s she angry at you? You didn’t do anything.”
Steve sighs. “I kind of did-”
Robin raises a brow at him. “You broke up with her about a week before she would’ve, Steve, this is not on you. You told me about the conversation behind the school. If she couldn’t say it then, she couldn’t say it now. Simple as that.”
Steve sighs and tilts his head so his cheek is resting on top of El’s head. “I dunno, Robbie.”
“Well I know,” Allison says. “And you can tell me I’m wrong, but that would just make you wrong.”
Steve smiles. It’s a slow, small thing, but it’s there. “Sounds like a waste of time.”
“It would be,” she agrees, moving to press a kiss to his forehead.
Out of the corner of his eye, Steve sees Dustin frowning, looking from Steve, to Wayne, to Eddie. Finally, the lightbulb comes on. “Your boy!”
Steve groans, leaning his head back on the couch. “I knew it wasn’t gonna last forever, but could we not have one day alone?” He laments.
“No, just- dude,” Dustin says, looking highly judgmental. “He’s way too cool for you.”
Steve sighs, fighting a smile. “Never change, Henderson.”
“Lies,” Eddie says dramatically, “lies and slander, I played guitar and he killed an evil wizard, kid, he’s the most badass of all paladins, are you kidding me?”
“Well,” Dustin gestures at Steve, “sure, but look at him!”
“Yeah,” Eddie says, and grins. “I do.”
Dustin’s lip curls up. “Never mind. You two deserve each other.”
Steve and Eddie exchange a look. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Steve asks, but Dustin’s already turned to talk to Mike, Will and Lucas.
Wayne clears his throat. “Someone should go talk to her,” he says. “I’d do it, but I dunno if she’d listen t’me, on account of Eddie bein’ my kid and all.”
“I’ll go,” Joyce offers, already standing.
“Can you maybe threaten her a little bit?” Robin asks hopefully. “If she tells anyone-”
“I’ll talk to her,” Joyce says firmly. “And if she decides not to listen… well, El’s her own person, and no one can really stop her.” She winks at El, who giggles and grins back.
“Thank you, Joyce,” Steve says quietly. “Be nice to her, please. She’s just fifteen.”
“So are you,” Joyce reminds him, and closes the door behind her.
“So,” Will says, brows furrowed, “you and Nancy were dating? And then you broke up with her, because the first time around, she broke up with you?”
Steve chuckles. “Not exactly. We- the first time around, you and Barb were both missing, and she was pretty frantic about Barb. I tried to convince her to keep going with her life, mainly because that’s how I cope. The problem is, that’s not how she copes. We had a fight, and I tried to talk to her the next day and she couldn’t tell me she loved me. She never broke up with me, but later that week she cheated on me with Jo- uh, with- with a friend.”
Will sighs. “It was Jonathan, wasn’t it?”
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lunabug2004 · 3 months
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I Hate Karen and Ted Wheeler (Mainly Ted)
So... a few days ago I saw someone's post defending Ted Wheeler and it made me kinda mad so I wanted to share this bit of info I learned in class recently: statistically, the absolute worst form of parenting is neglectful parenting. Let me elaborate a bit.
As mentioned in my intro post, I am currently in college studying to become a math teacher, and as part of my degree I have to take a course called Educational Psychology. One of the first things we went over was different forms of parenting and how they can affect a child. The worst style of parenting we discussed, called uninvolved or neglectful parenting, was defined as "Parenting lacks both control and responsiveness. Parents of this style are typically unaware of their child's behavior, friends, difficulties, or achievements." Sound familiar? Ted & Karen (but mainly Ted) Wheeler.
This form of parenting can also often lead to emotional or physical abuse. Now, I'm not saying that Ted or Karen abuse their children, but it should definitely say something that if they were just that little bit worse, it probably would be the case. Ted Wheeler is just the perfect example of an uninvolved/neglectful parent and anyone who can't see that is frankly blind. And yes, you could this was fairly common in older times, but it absolutely does not make it right.
We can also clearly see the results of a neglected child in both Nancy and Mike. They don't know how to talk about their feelings in a healthy, mature way because they were never taught. Because their parents never cared when they had problems, and never tried to reach out to them either. (Cue, Karen saying, "he'll come to us when he's ready" after her son's best friend died or Ted and Karen forcing Mike to get rid of toys in s2 instead of trying to help him when he's obviously acting out.) We don't know for sure what the case is with Holly, but it seems like both Ted and Karen are making more of an effort with her. Why? I don't know. Maybe they finally realized the reason their other kids are holed up in their rooms (or basement) or always out with friends, why they don't talk to them, why dinners always end in fights. Too little too late for their oldest and middle, but maybe they can still change for their youngest. (I doubt it, I believe most of what we see of them in s3 is them putting on a show for others but what do I know?)
Anyways, I'll stop rambling now. I just wanted to put that piece of information out there just in case some still think the Wheelers are good parents :)
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reel-fear · 22 days
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Hey if anyone wants to check out Moving Pictures Redrawn [a fan-made remake of the first chapter of BATIM that Mike n Meatly may have ordered to be taken down? It's unsure at the moment] Guess who downloaded a copy before they did that~
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monkee-mobile · 29 days
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At the beginning when the guys are just getting to know each other, Mike and Davy get into a fight (something silly and easily avoidable, but they don’t really know each other yet and they’re suddenly living in very close quarters, tensions are high). Mike loses his temper and starts yelling (he hasn’t learned to regulate his emotions yet and is used to yell or be yelled at). Davy (who’s the newest to the group and not used to being surrounded by this much testosterone (see: 3 sisters)) gets lowkey terrified since Mike is a lot bigger than him and is extremely scary when mad. Davy’s eyes start to water and he’s kinda frozen in fear and doesn’t know what to do (the others don’t step in because they’re also unsure and its the first big fight in the Pad) and begins to (unwantedly) regress. Mike notices this and is kinda like ‘oh shit’ and immediately calms down and is trying to apologise but it’s too late and Davy’s in tears. Mike has to comfort him and soothe him and from then on the rest is history.
AAAAH OH MY GOODNESS!!
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julie-finlay · 9 months
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Finlay Friday
13x08: "CSI on Fire", script extracts. Pt. 2/4.
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gregmarriage · 2 years
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i keep seeing posts abt will confessing his feelings to mike/showing him the painting etc, and mike accidentally rejecting him and freaking out. but then later he’s like “oh, shit!” and makes things right and confesses back to will. honestly, i would accept this bc it seems like something that would actually happen bc mike is a fuckin disaster and this fits him to a T
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exsqueezememacaroni · 10 months
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Is Mike still married? Do you know something I find extremely sexy about him? How he never got caught up in the groupie thing. He is known for purposefully avoiding it (specially in the 90s when they were trying to push him as a sexy symbol) and I don't know why but I think it's sexy I can't explain it.
ah, the age old 'is mike still married' question...I don't think so at this point? He certainly doesn't wear a ring anymore, but that never says much. Like so many Mike things - there's a lot of fun in speculating, but we'll never know the real answer, and that's totally ok.
But to your point about avoiding groupies = sexiness. Oh I fully understand that. I can't quite put my finger on the why either, but for me I think it has something to do with being a bit of rebel in a way, and being in it for the music, for the love of the music, and that is so sexy. So much of that energy goes into his voice and his performance and I swear to god it's like public sex on stage.
Then again.....and this is pure, pure speculation on my part, he might have just avoided groupies because he's either not attracted to women sexually, or not attracted to almost anyone sexually. So there's that😅
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beth-march · 2 years
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Lucas Sinclair, Mileven shipper supreme, is absolutely going to want to throw hands when he finds out that Mike hasn’t been explicitly telling El he loves her
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mnikhowozu · 1 year
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stephen “i never thought of richie and/or eddie being queer!” king vs richie’s inherent fear of losing control/being ostracized manifesting as the teenage werewolf and eddie’s fear of becoming sick from contact with another male both in the book and in the miniseries, and in fact more explicitly expressed in the book
all of this set on the backdrop of central maine in the 1980s, and the homophobia-motivated murder of adrian mellon in the beginning of the book (based on the real life murder of charlie howard in 1984; i touch on that in another post), the overarching persistence of the existence of queer/homophobia within the novel 
anyways. inch resting.
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existingonthisplane · 2 years
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Will listening to “Bride or Groom” on repeat in the supposed universe where milkvan gets freaking married-
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purpleshadow-star · 1 year
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"Lack of personality" I blame the Duffers' choice to largely reduce Mike's character to "El's boyfriend" in S3 for all of Mike's insecurities.
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bangarangdarling · 11 months
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blame the “hitting on your mom as a punishment” tiktok i just saw that literally blew my brain up. established because they’re disgustingly in love and because i say so
Eddie would normally consider himself pretty immune to the roar of arguing teenagers. Chaos surrounds their little Party. They’re not a quiet bunch when all together. It’s all shoving and yelling, giggling and roughhousing. Carpet-burned battle scars from the floor of Steve’s living room.
Lord knows Eddie himself wasn’t an inside-voice kind of person. He was certainly wont to standing on coffee tables and screeching demands for the remote when it was unjustly stolen away by villainous hands.
Eddie loved these people to death, and they were a lot of fucking fun to hang out with, it’s just this...this was an unreal level of noise. A normal sleepover night turned a little too rowdy, the adolescents celebrating the start of Summer with a bang.
Steve had already asked them to keep it down four times this evening. Nothing seemed to calm them. Not requests. Not threats of being sent home. Usually their Dungeon Master threatening their characters’ souls did the trick, but no go. 
Getting teenagers to listen? A feat more impossible than defeating creatures from an alternate universe. 
Dustin and Erica were in a bitching match about the best D&D class. Lucas and Mike had been fighting over movie choices for the last half hour. Eddie’s money was on the VHS player breaking before that, the constant mishandling and shoving of tapes had the poor thing practically smoking.
Will, ever the diplomat, was trying to be an impartial party when asked his movie opinions. Which, of course, caused more yelling. 
Max and El had been the only ones being semi-quiet, but that quickly ended when they followed through on their surprise attack pillow fight, pummeling the boys senseless and causing the already unbearable volume to kick into overdrive. Eddie could practically feel Steve’s migraine building, even from where the dude had retreated to the kitchen. Dinner had been pizza. Quick. Easy. Clean. Or, it would have been if it hadn’t had been for the food fight. Steve was still in there scrubbing cheese out of his parents’ tiled backsplash. Dishes clattered in the distance when the cacophony hit its crescendo. 
It was the proverbial straw. 
“Alright, that’s it! Hey. Come on, guys. Knock it off,”
Nothing. 
“HEY!”
He maybe overdid it that time, but the absolute ear-splitting boom of a yell he let out stopped the ruckus dead. 
Silence rang for a beat.
Huh. Maybe Eddie should try out incorporating that into his music. He honestly hadn’t known he could get to that range. 
The teenagers in the room stared at him, not cowed in the slightest, but curious enough to know what the hell Eddie’s problem was. Max was the first one to quirk an eyebrow at him.  “Geez, need attention much?” 
Eddie folded his arms to show he meant business. “Steve has asked you guys to tone it down. You’re waking the fucking dead. Why don’t you guys, like, actually go be good human beings and help him clean up your mess you all made in the kitchen, huh?” 
Lucas snorted. “Yeah, okay, mom. Why don’t you go help him, you guys will probably just make out in there, anyway.” 
It was a teasing comment. Meant to jokingly rib before getting back to doing whatever the hell they wanted to do.
But, see. That just gave him an idea. 
Never let it be said Eddie couldn’t be creative with his punishments. He was a DM after all. 
“Alllllllright. New plan. Listen up or suffer, ankle biters,” 
He really didn’t appreciate the snickers that brought about when he was trying to be intimidating. Rude. 
“You going to send us to our room or something? I’m real scared,” Erica’s scathing, dry wit was unparalleled, truly. 
“Nope. Better. It’s a new rule: You little shitheads give me attitude and don’t listen, I hit on your babysitter.”
It was silent for a minute, brains audibly computing that statement and coming up ERROR. Will hesitantly spoke up. 
“Uh, Eddie, I really don’t think that’s--”
“Yeah, what the fuck?” Mike interrupted. “Why would you beating up Steve hurt us? I mean, like, I guess it would emotionally, but that’s fucked up, man.” 
Eddie rolled his eyes, still smirking wickedly as his plan solidified.  “Oh, I don’t mean that kind of hitting, young Wheeler. Though, it may yet get physical--Hey, Steve?” He called out. The sink in the kitchen shut off after a second.
“Yeah?” 
“Can you come here?” 
The kids shuffled around on the floor warily as the other man walked into the living room. The energy had obviously shifted, it was probably an odd vibe to walk in to, but Eddie cut Steve off before he could ask any questions.
“You tired?”
“Uh, no. I’m fine--”
“It’s just you just keep on runnin’ through my mind constantly. I figured you’d be exhausted, sweetheart,” Eddie purred, the words cloyingly sweet and full of exaggerated charm. 
There was a countdown, three, two, one...
A collective groan let out. A few uncomfortable laughs.  “Dude, what the hell?” 
“You guys agreed not to be gross in front of us!”
“Oh, my god, can I actually get sick from how cheesy that was?” 
Eddie had to work at keeping in character when his very first line had pulled the intended reaction. He was already reaching forward to curl an arm around Steve, pulling him in in a slow, sultry attempt at being smooth. 
“What? Can’t I be sweet on my guy? You all will understand when you’re in love one day. Right, sugar?” 
Fake gags and retching sounds, too dramatic to be real protests, but still indignant and annoyed. Eddie was pretty sure Dustin slapped a hand over his eyes.
“Uh...yes?” Steve, who had previously looked like a car accident had happened directly in front of him, was catching on to the play. He eyed the disgruntled floor-children with a growing grin and let Eddie snuggle up to him.
God, his baby was so clever. He always knew what Eddie was thinking. 
Too busy having a non-verbal conversation with Steve on how to best annoy the kids, Eddie didn’t see Mike turning his attention back to the tv. He did, however, hear him telling the others to “Just ignore them, they’ll get all gushy and leave us alone.” 
Oh, Michael, Michael. Wrong move. 
“How you doing, babygirl?” Steve flushed, deep and red and--huh. Okay. Revisiting that one in the future. “You good? You need anything? Your head hurting, sweet thing? I can kiss it better,”  Eddie ducked forward to kiss Steve’s cheek. It was chaste, a sweet little thing...that Eddie made infinitely worse by the smacking, obnoxious kissy sounds he emulated there. The chorus of groans and protests started up again. He didn’t even pull his face away to call over to them. 
“I’m sorry, is that attitude? Am I hearing more attitude?”
“Dude, Eddie, noooo!” 
“Jesus, it’s like watching your parents make out, oh my god.” 
“You guys, let’s just go already,” 
“Yeah, I’ll take washing dishes over this,” 
The grossed out teenagers whooshed past them. Grumbling and glaring--except Eleven, who smiled up at them sweetly--leaving Steve and Eddie standing in the living room, still wrapped up together. 
It was too tempting then, with the kids safely out of range, for Eddie to resist the temptation to drop his kisses a little lower down Steve’s neck. To let them get a little less chaste. Just a little.
What can he say? He’s a weak man. 
“That was evil,” Steve hummed. His shoulders dropped, though, relaxing into Eddie’s hold, the closest thing they’ve had to quiet all night settling in. 
“Hey, I accomplished two things. Got them to chill out and I get the perk of feeling you up in the middle of sleepover night. It’s a win-win.” 
A crash and a muffled argument broke out in the kitchen before Steve could respond to that. 
The audible scuffling was cut off by Eddie calling out “Your ass looks great in these jeans tonight, Harrington!” 
The fierce whispers and shushing were enough to get both of the older boys cackling loudly. 
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asexual-levia-tan · 2 years
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after all these years im still weak for these gross old men
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 months
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can you do mike schmidt x reader with abby trick-or-treating?
NOTE: This takes place after the movie
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"Come on, slowpokes! Keep up!"
"Abby, don't go too far!"
"Relax, Mikey. She's just going two houses over. There's other kids already there. See?" You calmly pointed out the decorated home that Abby was rushing towards, disappearing into the crowd of kids who complimented her costume.
She was dressed as her "friend": a yellow version of Freddy Fazbear complete with a mask she painted, a yellow undershirt, and a black vest that was a tad bit too big for her.
Curiously enough, she removed one ear from the mask and covered one eye with black paint. But it didn't bother either of you too much, thinking she wanted to do something unique and creative with her costume.
Considering everything that happened at Freddy's Pizzeria, you were surprised that she wanted to dress up as one of the characters at all.
Yet neither you nor Mike recall ever seeing a "Golden Freddy". Not even backstage.
But you did, however, meet a golden Bonnie...and the person wearing his suit was none other than the bastard who murdered those poor children, including Garrett.
You just hoped their souls were finally at peace now, and that William rotted away in that suit, never to be found again. It was a rather fitting punishment--the perfect karma someone as sadistic as him.
Sometime later, you started dating Mike after you both officially quit that job, found something new to save his home from eviction, and helped him regain custody over his sister (Doug was more than eager to write you both off as her legal guardians).
He still had his nightmares, of course, that now involved visions of a decayed Springbonnie suit chasing him through that same forest. But you were always there to wake him up, cuddling together and helping him fall back to sleep without needing to down a bunch of pills.
He's genuinely been trying to depend on them less and less. Abby notices it, too, and has incorporated you in her drawings now, standing beside her happy-looking brother.
It's her own way of saying "thank you", and you accept it wholeheartedly.
When Halloween rolled around, you and Mike got too work decorating the house, surprising his sister after you picked her up from school. She did mention how he used to do the "bare minimum" before you came along.
And by that, she meant that Mike only ever put a jack o'lantern outside, a bowl filled with cheap candy, and a sign that said "take one".
Well this year...you made sure to buy better candy bars for the kids this year and add the finishing touches to the outside of the house. After that, you both took her trick-or-treating.
While she was occupied at the current house, you and Mike stood back to admire all the decorations and other costumes people were wearing.
"I honestly thought that whole near-death experience with the robots would've scarred her for life, but...she's been doing better." He remarked. "A lot better. It's like nothing ever happened."
"Well..she did help those kids find justice. They never knew their killer was standing right in front of them..they just needed that little push to finally recognize him."
"I'm surprised she hasn't told the whole story to her teacher yet."
"...because she knows we'd probably get some phone calls about that." You chuckled lightly, squeezing his hand.
Then you noticed Abby leaving the house, running down the steps and about to cross the street to reunite with you-
"Hey, hey, hey." Mike let you go to put both hands out, and she stopped in her tracks, mere inches from the road. "What did we talk about before we left the house, Abs?"
"...look both ways before I cross the street?"
"Exactly."
Huffing, she quickly glanced to her left and right, deeming it safe to cross. And only then did she resume her sprint, removing her mask once she was in front of you. "[Y/n], look at all these chocolate bars I got so far!"
You looked into the pillowcase, nodding in agreement. "Wow, you did get a lot! I sure can't wait to gobble them all up when we get home." A coy smirk appeared on your lips, watching her eyes widen in shock.
"Nooooooo, they're mine!" Protectively holding the sweets to her chest, she pouted and looked to Mike for help, yet he simply shrugged.
"I dunno, Abby.." It was hard for him to hide his own smile. "[Y/n] and I gotta make sure they're safe to eat, so we're gonna take one bite of every single bar-"
"Now that's just cruel!" She stomped her foot.
"We're only joking, sweetie." With a chuckle, you ruffled her hair, watching as she put her mask back on. "I think the next street over has a little haunted house maze. Do you wanna go check it out?"
She perked up and nodded in response, heading down the sidewalk with a spring in her step. You linked arms with Mike and followed her, looking around at the rest of the decorations.
But your eyes soon lingered on your boyfriend's soft brown ones, and he gazed back at you for a few moments. "What?"
"Nothing." You shook your head, smiling lightly. "I'm just...glad to be with you."
"So am I." He kissed you on the cheek. "Thank you, truly..Abby deserves a good Halloween."
"I think we all deserve a good one."
Unbeknownst to the three of you, there was a peculiar figure standing across the way. He was hanging out near the trees, almost perfectly blending in with the surrounding darkness so that nobody else could notice him:
A large mechanical bear with dirty yellow fur, one ear, and one glowing blue eye, smiling fondly at Abby and her costume.
It's good to see that she had not forgotten.
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thesharktanksdriver · 10 months
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Weaving threads of friendship (mostly platonic)
Refer to this post.
As the people requested, Hobie’s partner meeting Miles.
This one is significantly shorter than my last one partially cause I think this is pretty straightforward
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From the moment Miles Morales heard of Hobie brown he didn’t know exactly how to feel about him
It happened in passing as he and Gwen had swung through the city
The first time since the collider incident that he had seen her, months of wondering if she was fine
If she and the others had made it back safe
And now as they go around city just like he had hoped if she mentions him
He couldn’t help but feel a twang of panic
Feelings he’s harboured for the blond that had been simmering for a long while coming to a bubbling uproar
Didn’t help as he pushed the subject and got in response that she had apparently been living with him
An ugly seed of envy sprouts it’s way into his gut at that
He can’t help but feel ashamed of it
This was Gwen, of course she found someone. She was the coolest person he knows
Someone who could do ballet while fighting villains
Plus was apart of some kickass band in her dimension
He honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if she was selling out stadiums
And if she wasn’t currently, then he fully expected that for her future
He should feel happy that she found someone
Happy that she was in a good place
Yet it’s hard to ignore that sprouting envy as his emotions are already high enough as it is when seeing her again
It doesn’t help when he meets Hobie though
Having a moment to prove himself and then suddenly having it quite literally dashed open
With a guitar no less
Doesn’t help that he was cool as hell
The studded black leather vest
Spike Mohawk
Doc Martin boots
British accent
Silver gleaming piercings
Miles knew he couldn’t compare to him
And by god did it hurt
From the moment Hobie saw miles he knew knew he’d like the accidental Spider-Man
It might be due to the fact that Miguel did NOT want him apart of the Spider regime
On the fact that him being Spider-Man went against canon
But it also had to do with the fact that he recognized how he looked at Gwen
It’s how Hobie looked at you
Sure, he couldn’t see under the mask but it was very glaringly obvious to Brit
That was the gaze of someone who was in a deep passionate love
Something akin to fizzling fireworks that popped off in the night
Pop rocks exploding on your tongue on a humid day
Sappy romantic shite that he once never thought he’d think of
Until he rapidly found himself staring at you with that same expression
It makes him chuckle a bit thinking back
How glaringly obvious he was with his feelings yet you couldn’t accept the signs
Not until he told you face to face
Good times
With that look he also sees a slight sadness with it as well
Miles occasionally glancing at him and then back to Gwen
The slight bitter taste Miles held in his voice when addressing him
But what…oh
That realization almost makes Hobie burst out in laughter
Poor lad is probably running circles in his head for nothing
He’s definitely gonna have to tell him
One the tour of the HQ Hobie lingers close by to the newbie
Hands on his pockets as Jessica leads to way to Miguel’s sulking area
With the lame and inconveniently slow office floor elevator
A perfect example of capitalism
He pulls Miles aside with an arm around his shoulder, making Mikes give a noise of complaint
Until Hobie pulled out a Polaroid from an inner pocket of his vest
In it was Hobie with another person
Both staring up at the camera as he gave them a kiss
Miles looks to him in confusion
“I thought you and-“
“Gwenivere? Nah mate. S’ just crashin at my place cause home ain’t the best for her right now.”
“And that’s?”
“Yeah, my partner in crime so to say. Should meet them sometime, they’d like ya”
“Really?”
“Gwen won’t stop talking bout you.”
Hobie stifles a laugh at Miles’s face
The look of surprise and Fluster washing over the young lad as he shoots a glance at Gwen
Who all the while remained obvious to his stare as he directs it to the ground once more
Hobie grabs a new piece of tech as he does this
Pocketing it as he did with many other nick-knacks he’d found and swiped
To be fair, if it’s not nailed to the ground real nice then it’s free territory for grabbing
Or well…that’s what he tells others anyways
The piles of scrap pilled up in both his home and your room is a testament to that
As was the prototypes of his own dimension hoping bracelet
When you met Miles you couldn’t help but be extremely excited as the young Spider-Man sat down on Hobie’s worn and old ripped leather couch
Gwen often talked of him
So now seeing him in person is a extremely fun experience especially since he’s awkward in a way that reminds you of your past self
Conversation starts off slow at first
Stuff mostly revolving around his universe
What he liked
Etcetera Etcetera
But what really gets talk happening is when he brings up drawing
In a life in which your surrounded by musically artistic people it’s nice to have someone with a new passion
So it’s safe to say he quickly ends up showing you his sketchbook
Carefully showing you pages of graffiti tags
Mural ideas
And a few that had Gwen that he quickly flipped to a different page
You don’t comment on it but your grin alone tells him what he needs to hear
Speaking of which, Gwen is ecstatic that you get to meet Miles
She would not spot talking about it even before the whole “don’t tell mikes about the spider society” situation happened and was figured out
You definitely tease her a bit about it
And Miles as well
Buts it’s all in good nature
Miles finds you to be down to earth and Hobie’s translator of sorts
He doesn’t at all get British slang or can understand what Hobie is talking about so you help with that
Using an phrases and metaphors work better for his American understanding
He thanks whatever god there is for that cause sometimes he swears Hobie is making up shit just to confuse him
If you show him all the handmade gifts Hobie has made for you he gets a lot of creative inspiration
Especially since he’s always willing to step out of his normal medium
Show him how to make his own custom pins and he’ll return later with at least 15 plus a couple for you and Hobie
Their also really well drawn as well
So it’s a win win for everyone
At some point you secretly ask him to make some potential album cover art for Hobie and he is fucking ecstatic
He’s never done something like that before so he takes to trying it very seriously
Experimenting with styles
Trying new techniques
Eventually he settles down on a mix of graffiti and collage of news paper clippings
Cause apparently to him you both look as if your straight from newspaper clippings mashed together
Gwen can attest to this as well
Hobie ends up fucking loving it
And Gwen, Miles and Pavitr have to deal with the punk being all lovey dovey to you in a way they had never imagined Hobie to be
He’s peppering your face with kisses and swinging you around in a hug
You let out a small yell as he tosses you up and catches you
It’s honestly really sweet
“How did I once find him intimidating?”
“Eh, it’s not much of a surprise to me. You’d be surprised to find out how many Punk people are actually really sweet”
“I think it’s also cause you thought he was dating g-“
He eventually puts you down and pulls them into a hug
That quickly turns into him aggressively messing up their hair
“I take what I said back”
“Hey! Don’t mess with the hair! My beautiful natural hair!”
“Why am I even surprised anymore?”
Safe to say miles has become a new vital part of this group
And you wouldn’t have it any other way
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