Requested by EliotB8
(Hobie x male reader)
♡third person♡
You were walking home after work it was about 1 in the morning. You decided that you wanted to take a shortcut and go through the alley as it was a shorter way to get to your apartment complex.
♡first person♡
As I turn the corner, a feeling of dread rushes through my body. I brush it off and continue to go down the alley. As I walk to the end of the alleyway, I hear a gunshot come from behind me. Without looking back, I bolt through the alley and rush to my apartment. Before entering the door of my room, I looked around to make sure no one followed me. I unlock my door with my key card and walk into my room. I start to take off my buttoned shirt and tie along with my suit pants and hop in the shower.
☆time skip:after shower☆
♡still first person♡
I hop out of the shower and begin to put on some pajamas and head out of the bathroom and into the main room of my apartment. I take my clothes with me to put in my laundry basket and take all of my things out of the pockets. As I take my stuff from work out of the pockets, I start to realize my wallet isn't in their. I start to frantically check my room looking for my wallet. I think back to when I was walking home and think I must have dropped it. "Damn it." I start to just give up and go back to my bed, getting under the covers and turning on a show. As soon as I turn on the TV, I hear a knock on the window. I walk up to the window and pull back the curtain. To my surprise, it's Spiderman. I look in shock as I open the window and he swings into my apartment room. "I think you dropped your wallet in the alley." He says with a thick accent. "Oh my gosh, I thank you." I thanked him a generous amount before he plops down on my bed. "You okay?" I ask him. "Yeah, I was just wondering if you had a first aid kit?" He asks, removing his arm from his side and showing a tear where it seems he's been wounded. I rush to my bathroom, grabbing some rubbing alcohol, a wash cloth, and some bandage wraps. I rush out of the bathroom and lean down in front of him. He removes his hand, and I coat the wash cloth in the rubbing alcohol. I then put the wash cloth in his side, patting it a few times before putting the washcloth down and wrapping his side in a bandage. I put the bloody wash cloth in my laundry basket. He leans back on my bed. "Is it okay if I crash at your place tonight?" He asks his accent thicker than normal. "I mean, sure, but I only have one bed." "Oh it's fine it's a big enough bed." He says. "You sure cause I mean I can sleep on the chair." I point to the chair across the room. "No, it's fine. Just lay on the bed with me."Fine if you say so."
I shut the light off and sit on the bed next to him. I then grab the remote and turn on a good enough channel, and lay back on the bed. And begin to fall asleep. I wake up about an hour later because I need to go to the bathroom. I begin to open my eyes when i realize I'm right next to THE Spiderman. I quickly get out of bed as my face turns a heated red color. I quickly go to the bathroom and do my business, washing my hands, then going back to bed. With my back facing the male. I start to drift off before I'm awoken again by the man grabbing my side, pulling me closer to him. My face turns red as my breath starts to slow. I begin to drift off and awake the next morning.
The next morning, Spiderman is sitting up in my bed, switching through the different channels. I sit up beside him and realize how close I was. I scoot away, and he realizes. "Why are you scooting away, man?"
"I don't know. I just seemed pretty close."
"I don't mind but scoot away, don't scoot away it's really your choice."
I begin to scoot a little bit closer to him, and he throws his arm around my shoulder. "Aye man, you know of any good channels on this TV they all seem pretty shitty to me."
I take the remote from his hand and switch to a channel I like. "I don't know if you would like this channel, but I seem to like it very much."
The man then takes the remote and sets it down on the nightstand, leaning up against the headboard and watching the TV. I begin to lean back next to him. "Yknow, you kinda just slept in my bed last night. I think I have the right to know who you are." I say confidentially. He looks down at me and takes off his mask. "You really wanna know?" I stare in shock for a second as his locs fall down from the mask, and he looks down at me. "I think I would like to know." I say quickly after.
"Well, really, my name is Hobie Brown. And your name is?"
"Y/n l/n."
"Cool name."
He seems to lose interest and stares back at the TV. I begin to get up and get dressed for the day, heading to the bathroom and taking a shower. I then go back out of my bathroom to find hobie still sitting on my bed. I start to look at him, and my heart skips a beat. He notices my staring, and I jump back into the bathroom. He gazes immediately and turns back to the TV. After gathering my thoughts, I go back out of the bathroom and walk to my nightstand, grabbing my phone. As I'm grabbing my phone, hobie grabs my wrist. I looked at him and blushed as his eyes were looking back at me. My face glows red, and I look down. He let's go of my wrist and scoffs. "What was that for?" I ask him. "Just checking something." He replies. "Checking what?" He ignores me. "Checking what!" I say louder than expected. He looks at me in shock and grabs me by my waist, sitting my down on his lap. "Just checking to see if you liked me." I blush as I frantically wave my hands. "I mean, I would blush at anyone who grabs my wrist out of nowhere and looks me in my eyes while I'm just trying to grab my phone!" I blurt out. His peirced eyebrow lifts. "Oh really?" "Yeah..." I say sounding uncertain. "Okay then." He shrugs his shoulder and continues. "Can I check something else then?" Sure?" I say confused. He then grabs my face and kisses me. I look shocked and then close my eyes. He leans away from my face and then says. "Would you just accept a random kiss from a stranger if you didn't like them?" "I guess not.." I say sadly, looking down at his lap. "Do you like me, he?" He asks. "Little bit..." I say, still looking down. He raises his eyebrow. "A little bit?" "Fine a lot." He smirks at me before leaning back in for a kiss. He leans back and runs his fingers through my hair, leaning me on his chest. His gaze averted to the TV as he watched the channel I put on. "I like you too." He says finally I'm a whisper. I raise my eyebrow and look up at him. "What did you say that you like me?" I repeated him. "NO, i said this channel sucked.!" He says crosses his arms in front of him as his face turns a dark red color. I kiss him on his cheek. I mouth "okay than" and grabbed the remote to change the channel he grabs my wrist to keep me from grabbing the remote. "I mean, the channel sucks but it's better than the rest of the channels on here." He admits. "OK, fine."
(Sorry if this wasn't really masculine, and if it was kinda cringy, I wrote this tired as hell 😅)
