i hate labels - hobie brown (;spiderpunk) x oc/reader

sunday 25th may 2025 - 8:19pm

hi there! i'm back upon watching the most recent spider-man movie, Across the Spiderverse, fully inspired by the reveal of Hobie Brown, or Spiderpunk (though he hates being called that). i've been working on this little series up until it's release, and i'll be adding to it as often as i can! little note that in this novel, my oc, or y/n, is non-binary :) don't like it don't read it, or simply imagine otherwise!

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first off, hi, i'm y/n. i'm 17, i live in Brooklyn, New York, i'm a senior at Midwood High School, and i am writing in a dumb fucking diary.

oh, and i am the one and only spider-man. or so i thought, originally. turns out being spider-man isn't that easy, and i'm stupid for thinking it would be. not that it ever was.

you see, i haven't taken to my abilities the way you see superheroes do in movies. webs are really confusing, okay! they sort of just, spawn from my wrists? but getting them to do so is like mental jenga, and it requires way more concentration then you'd think. there's none of that instinctual crap you hear about, no impulses, no fore-knowledge, just try, fail, and try again. and BOY, did those 'tries' hurt. i've, admittedly, side-swiped a few bridges, brushed a few cabs, and broken just a few windows. i left cash, i swear. what's the point in defending myself here, it's not like anyone's reading. not like i'd ever let them. and there's something...gross about reading my own words a second time. point being, this is supposed to be a place for me to let everything out, or whatever.

at least that's what Hobie says.

Hobie's my friend, but i'm sure YOU know that already. not a lot made sense until i met him. i mean, like, spider-wise. he just sort of, knew everything. it felt crazy to me, here was this dude practically FLYING through Brooklyn, slinging webs through alleyways, train tracks, skyscrapers, as though it was nothing. i'll admit, there was some jealousy. but i'd never say that to his face.

i should elaborate; i still am the only spider-man. only, just in my dimension. i'm sure you get it, i mean, Hobie explained it best that first time. there are multiple dimensions, in this one, Earth-982, i am spider-man. in his, Earth-138, he is spider-man. or spider-punk, as he hates that i love to call him. he's only ever been able to visit using this...watch thingy. he's never necessarily elaborated on how it works, but i know that he made it himself, that's how stupid smart he is. he'd had a prototype given to him, by who, i don't know, and worked off that using scraps from his universe. regardless, the first time he attempted to use it a few months ago, it landed him right here, Earth-982. right on some train tracks actually, conveniently in front of the eastbound L train. don't worry, i scooped him up in time.

something weird happened before i did, though. i felt this...tingle. kind of like my spider-sense, which i've come to know and love/hate, but different. it felt like déjà vu, only i felt like someone was watching me. i had known exactly where Hobie was in that moment, hence i scooped him up in the first place. he was boldened, utterly highlighted in my vision, as though glowing? anyway, he's lucky, i know. to this day he insists he had it handled. i love to argue otherwise. if you couldn't tell already, he's my best friend. that is, when he visits. multi-dimensional travel ain't cheap, and costs either one of us time away from our own dimension.

that's right, he gave me my very own little watch.

sure, i'd threatened to steal his designs anyway, but he gave it over willingly.

i hate to say it, but his dimension is cooler. he himself is...different. he's normal but...not. he reminds me of art, in a way. god, i hope he never finds this. like pop art, or a comic book. and his dimension is the same. everything is vibrant and pulsing, and i can't help but watch as it shifts around me when i'm there. people are the same, but different. it's all different in a fascinating way.

i haven't been there in a while.

in fairness, he hasn't been here either.

he last visited friday, promising he'd be back 'soon'. he's had some trouble in his own dimension, something about his city's police looking for him. i mean, him and his spay paint are frequents of the subway tunnels there, and he 'embraces anarchy' as a moral code, so. not exactly surprising, but we don't usually go a week without visits. even just a portal wave, something. i can't help but be worried. not to be embarrassing, but right now, he's my only friend. though i'm sure i'll have PLENTY more in the future.

right?