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

saturday may 31st 2007 -11:35am

i'm beginning to wonder if all this dimension-jumping has unfavourable side effects. the way my body jolts as we step through, and my stomach lurches upward, i can't help but wonder if it'll fuck with my DNA, or somehow give me cancer. whatever, at least Hobie will have it too, tenfold.

though the jump only feels as though it takes 10 seconds, i stood panting as the foreign dimension assembled itself around us, while Hobie ran off instantly, leaving me winded and in a state of dimensional shock.

"MAN LIKE PAV! BIG STEPPA! my GUY! come ere!"

Hobie's voice sounded...tunnelled. as though he was standing at the bottom of a monumental pit yelling up at me. whirling around confusedly, i caught a glimpse of his bordering as it made a switch from a deep red to a lightened pink, encapsulating his body, as well as anothers'. around them was the swirl of a developing skyline, buildings and bridges and people piecing themselves together around us - around me.

"Hobie! my bestest bud! where have you been, brother?"

a second voice emerged, similarly thickened with an accent i couldn't place. only when squinting could i make out a second person at Hobie's side, the world around me coming into focus gradually. as my vision began to cooperate, i found Hobie holding yet another spider-man variant, only this one was...different. and he had them in a headlock.

the spider was utterly embellished in streaks of gold and red, his suit meeting at his jaw to reveal a similarly embellished mask, atopped with brown hair which curled sweetly around his forehead, almost like a halo.

as he had stepped towards me, i took note of his lack of shoes. what kind of spider-man suit doesn't cover feet? how is that optimal for crime-fighting?

"you must be y/n! pleasure to meet you, my name is Pavitr Prabhakar, but friends call me Pav. oh, and i am also spider-man."

the guy said with a broad smile, so broad it bordered on being cartoonish, and yet, i felt at ease. something about Pav was so very welcoming, and i couldn't help but dumbly extend a hand in an attempt to shake his.

note: i fucking hate handshakes. they are truly the bane of my existence. there's something ridiculous about attempting to control one's superstrength while offering a friendly handshake that usually ends in me dislocating a wrist or limply jerking someone's hand about. luckily, Pav must feel similarly.

instead of meeting my handshake with his own, Pav grabbed at my wrist, so gently i barely processed the action, and forced my hand to meet his in a playful high-five, maintaining joyous eye contact with me the entire time. i couldn't help but smile back. this dude was contagious.

i noted then that he was slightly shorter than me, and my eyeline met his curls as opposed to his eyes. i watched as he tugged at his mask, revealing a soft smile and kind eyes.

"Hobie's told me so much about you. welcome to Mumbattan, my home. i'd love to show you around!"

Pav turned to Hobie excitedly, his eyes silently asking, no, begging, for permission. i could see why Hobie liked this guy, as he gave Pav a soft smirk in response. stepping towards him, i think Hobie said something like,

"plenty of time for that, just gotta talk to you first - that a'ight?"

only i couldn't quite catch it, even with my super spider hearing. Hobie had leant over Pav's shoulder, mumbling slightly as he spoke. not to mention, his accent did a fantastic job of further scrambling my comprehension. my head was beginning to feel a bit fuzzy anyways.

Pav did a terrible job of hiding his alarm, but ultimately nodded. meanwhile, i got distracted by my gadget, as per the usual. i think it had blinked at me? beeping softly, the dingy screen displayed,

"saturday may 31st, 2007 -11:35am"

2007? 2007. 2007! 

and it felt like, in that moment, the world went a bit out of focus.