One-shots and Imagines

Hobie Brown - Rough Day

Gn! Reader x best friend! Hobie Brown

You get injured and sick so Hobie comforts you

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You and Hobie were best friends.

You and him were both Spider-People, but from different universes.

You had a rough day today.

You defeated the enemy, but a bunch of people died in the process.

Nobody you knew, just a bunch of strangers.

But that was almost worse than if people you knew died.

Then again, your dad and brothers were already dead, you didn't have any sisters, and your mom left when you were little.

Now, you had to be blamed by their families because you weren't good enough.

You couldn't stop the villain in time.

You stopped him eventually, but not soon enough.

Your spider suit looked like this:



You were swinging your way home.

Your blood was filled with rage, depression, and disappointment.

You were mad at yourself.

You were depressed.

And you were disappointed that you were that weak.

Every time you shot a web, your body got more tense.

You had a broken leg, broken nose, bloody nose, teeth marks on your arm that dug into your flesh, black eye, three claw marks across your stomach, a scratch from above your left eyebrow to under your left eye, blood dripping from your mouth, a few broken fingers, a bullet in your stomach, two or three broken ribs, and huge shards of glass in your forehead.

You swung all the way to your house.

You lived by yourself.

Once you got home, you walked through the front door in your suit.

You put your backback down, by the front door.

You walked into the kitchen, your mask pulled up above your eyebrows.

Hobie was in your kitchen with Gwen, Miles, Peter B. Parker, Pavitr, and Spider-Noir.

You weren't at all surprised.

Hobie came by with them all the time.

"Yo, man, what 'appened to you?" Hobie asked, hiding his worry.

You shrugged and lifted yourself up on the counter.

"So... Y/n/n, we need a place to lay low," Hobie said, sitting beside you, "We were hoping you would be okay with here, even though no matter what you say, we're gonna ignore you and stay anyway."

"Sure," you mumbled, eyes still focused on the ground.

You stood back up, on your good leg, and grabbed a carrot from the fridge, as your stomach growled.

You looked at your stomach and put the carrot back.

"Just stay the hell out of my room," you muttered, limping to your room, "And leave me the hell alone."

You never acted that way around Hobie.

You and him were always cracking jokes, giving each other compliments (in a best friend way), and laughing till your ribs hurt.