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

thursday 29th may 2025 - 12:24am

i swear i don't mean to write exclusively at night, nocturnally, like a bat.

Hobie's hard to keep...contained. it doesn't help that he looks straight out of an obscure 80s comic book. and the citizens of New York are bound to notice if there are suddenly two spider-men slinging about.

about that...i can't find Hobie.

that's partly why i'm writing in the dark like a bat right now. i can't find the bastard. silly me, for assuming a super-powered, self-proclaimed anarchist, teenage boy would stay put. i even brought home a churro for him, still warm and cinnamon-y.

predictably, he's gone missing. him and all of his stuff, which i still can't seem to find (i may have been onto something with that portal theory). don't worry, i already checked every reputable news source in New York City - no reports of a second, punk-ified spider-man roaming Manhattan. he'd heeded my single line of advice.

i may or may not have thanked whatever god is out there for that miracle.

once i got home from school, i'd sort of, just, assumed he'd still be there, in that same cupboard. stupidly. instead, i found a singular sticky note stuck wonkily to the inside, thick black text scribbled across it. i recognised the handwriting instantly.

Hobie's.

'thanks for letting me crash, man. left something for you.

- Hobes'

oh yeah, sometimes i call him Hobes. i should probably mention that for 'continuity's' sake.

in my room, upon some searching, i found a band similar to his own atop my computer's keyboard. only it wasn't purple. it was a vibrant, radiating green. i'll admit, i just stared at it for a while. dumbfounded. it...glows. it's utterly luminescent in both daylight and darkness, and hums on occasion, seemingly at random. it kinda resembles an old-fashioned digital watch, with a chunky black screen in the centre. whatever it is, it's in that same funky comic style to Hobie. meaning it's not just his, it's from his universe.

attached, is a pin. it's small, black, round, and has two words adorning it in simple white writing. they/them. my pronouns.

i may have chuckled at that.

i haven't touched it yet.

that's the other part of why i'm sitting awake in the middle of the night, like a bat. i'm staring at it now as it sits on my desk ominously, spooked that it's somehow staring back at me. watching me.

what the fuck is this, Hobie?

what does it mean?! 'left something for you'. he wasn't exactly lying, this was certainly something. i so badly want to grab it, examine it, fiddle with it, tear it apart, put it back together, not to mention, tack that little pin onto my satchel (i'll admit, it's cute)...anything to figure out what it means.

i don't dare. i mean, what does it even do? what the fuck did Hobie even say?

"testing some new tech, disguises me. good to see it's working."

'disguises him'.

from who? me?

why?