One-shots and Imagines

Hobie Brown - Death Sucks

This is a high school au, so, like, all the different spider-men go to the same high school and shit, so...

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You were walking through the halls of your high school.

Everyone fled from you.

Your brother died yesterday.

You and your brother were extremely close.

He was practically your best friend.

You walked to your locker and grabbed your books.

"Hey, Y/l/n!" you heard someone call.

It was Hobie Brown, your frenemy.

He often called you by your last name.

You kept shoving your books in your backpack, ignoring Hobie.

"Y/l/n," he said, tapping you on the shoulder, "Man, I just wanna talk-"

You dropped your backpack, whipped around, grabbed his collar, and slammed him against the locker, holding him above the ground.

You didn't have enough energy after crying all night and not sleeping.

Your arms were shaking.

You couldn't deal with his shit today.

"Look, ya brother died," Hobie said, surprised, "I'm sorry."

You blinked away a few tears, let go of him, grabbed your backpack, and walked to your class.

Gwen, Miles, and Pav were shooting you dirty looks all day that you tried to ignore.

It was lunch and you went to the music room, deciding not to eat, where you did band.

You walked inside and Hobie was there.

"Thought ya might come 'ere," Hobie said from across the room.

You turned to leave.

"I'm sorry, aight?" Hobie said.

"Yeah, a 'sorry' isn't gonna bring him back, is it?" you mumbled, walking off, through the empty halls.

"Y/l/n!" he wined, catching up with you.

You started walking faster.

Hobie was walking with you.

"The hell you want?" you asked harshly.

"Just wanna talk," he answered.

"I don't," you growled.

"Why ya lock yaself inside all da time?" he asked.

You stayed silent, continuing to walk.

"See-- that's ya problem," he said.

You pinned him against the wall.

"I don't need you to tell me what's wrong with myself," you seethed, "I already know what the hell's wrong with me."

"Then what is it?" Hobie asked, "What's wrong with ya?"

"Everything," you mumbled, letting go and walking away.

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I dunno...