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

wednesday 28th may 2025 - 10:41am

holy shit, i forgot about my mom.

i should elaborate; i forgot that my mom was returning home at approximately 8:30am, some 7 minutes before i'm supposed to leave for school.

now, for a pop quiz;

Do You Think I Was Ready For School This Morning?

if you answered yes, you'd be dead wrong! i was not. in the slightest. alright, next question;

Do You Think I Remembered The Teenage Boy Sprawled Across My Floor This Morning?

if you answered yes, you would once again, be dead wrong. in fact, i tripped over him. yep, you heard that right. tripped. over him. after being THANKFULLY awoken by some stray spider-senses at 8:26am, i sprung my way out of bed to scramble into some clothes and...onto Hobie.

the dumbass was half-asleep even after i landed on him, and all he had to say for himself was,

"wot? is it morning already?"

i feel it's important that anyone reading know that that 'wot' was said exactly how it's spelt, for accuracy. British bastard.

the rest of the morning is, honestly, a blur. having had no prior plan for what to DO with said teenage boy, naturally, i shoved him in a cupboard.

what?

i never thought i'd be hiding boys from my mom, ok?

before that, though, he managed to pull himself into some fresh clothes and quite miraculously hide all of his remaining belongings. i don't have a clue where they went, and it's my room. i half suspect he sneakily opened a portal and squished it all through. but once again, what do i know?

"you know i'm definitely breaking out of here the second i can, right?"

he insisted even after i'd forced him into hallway cupboard, a smirk donning his newly bruised face. i just rolled my eyes, and left him with the wise advice,

"just don't get caught, wanker."

that's right, i'm trying to diversify my vocab, and i thought i'd start with some of his insufferable British terms. give him a taste of his own medicine. all it earnt me was reciprocated eye roll, but hey, i'll take it. that was the last time i saw him, through the thin slats of my hallway's cupboard, rolling his eyes at me. i just hope he stays discreet, though i know he won't. i keep thinking i'll see him marching down Main Street, molotov cocktail in hand, DIY protest sign in-hand.

with that purple watch thingy, i can't sense him for shit. fuck. stupid genius.

it's like they make these classes boring on purpose. i already know what a catalyst is, for god's sake. no one's even paying attention, half the class is discussing the wannabe bank robber from the other day. something about his mouth being webbed shut? crazy, right?

today's outfit is just sad, in my panic i grabbed a way-too-old pair of leggings and some old tourist shirt. says something dumb about having survived a trip to New York City, as though i've ever left. i want to say it's Hobies? then again, it could be my dad's. seems like something he'd buy.

somewhat tragically, i'm wearing that same binder from yesterday.

you know, the uncomfortable one? i know, i'm a fucking idiot. but i couldn't change with Hobie there?! and then in the morning i just...blanked. despite the discomfort, i forget it's there sometimes. possibly selectively. i'll be sure to peel it off the second i'm home, believe it or not i'm fond of my ribs remaining in place. even spider-man gets rib discomfort.

Mr Harrington hasn't even noticed i'm still wearing my headphones. in fact, the only person who has is this kid named peter, sits near me at the back. he may be the only other person who knows what a catalyst is at this point.

sometimes i wonder if i didn't end up with a secret chameleon ability.

can spiders camouflage? are spiders even an accurate frame of reference here?