Punkflower oneshot/headcanon book (REQUESTS OPENED)

Beautiful - Oneshot - 🍂

TW for sh scars

Also I made the image above

Request by @JazminMendez960
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(Already together in this)

3rd person POV

Hobie always had something covering his arms.

Gloves. Fishnets. Sleeves.

Anything.

And it had become a regular part of his morning routine. When putting on a non-spider suit outfit, it consisted of jeans, some band shirt or shirt with a saying on it, perhaps a jacket, some pins, and gloves or fishnets.

He didn't actually have many pairs of either.

It was almost funny.

Aside from that, Hobie currently laid on his back, lost in thought. (Probably thinking of Miles)

It was then he heard a portal open in his living room, followed by the familiar voice of Miles as he asked if Hobie was there.

He got up, bed creaking, and walked to the door. He leaned out of it, seeing the younger boy smiling back at him.

"I thought I told ya not to come unannounced?" Hobie laughed, hugging Miles.

"I thought you told me I could come whenever I wanted!" Miles responded, grinning.

"Felt like visiting today, had nothing better to do. It's a weekend and my morning patrol was boring," Miles hummed.

"Ah," Hobie mumbled, realizing with a jolt his arms were bare. He hadn't planned for anybody to visit or see him.

Shit.

He looked around his room as Miles sat on his bed, trying to hide his arms and panic as he didn't see his gloves in their usual spot.

They're being washed today.

And he knew he couldn't go looking for his fishnet gloves so randomly. That would be suspicious.

"You ok Hobes?" Miles asked, watching as Hobie's eyes darted around.

"Yeah, just lost somethin'," Hobie muttered out, cursing himself in his mind.

"Want me to help find it?"

"No," Hobie quickly responded. He sighed, before sitting next to Miles.

His panicked brain thought of ways to hide his arms, sling them around Miles shoulder, ruffle his hair, random not-suspicious things.

Hobie was worrying too much right?

Miles never noticed how often he wore gloves, of course he wouldn't notice the obvious scars on my arm.

Right?

A few minutes passed, regular conversation catching onto them.

Hobie liked how well they could just talk, it was comforting. And distracting.

He had his arm around the other boy, and his other arm was hidden beside him.

"Wanna get something to eat?" Miles suggested as one topic was fading into another.

"Sure," Hobie replied, standing up.

Miles pecked him on the cheek and walked out into the small kitchen Hobie regularly forgot he had. 

"Thirsty?"

"Yeah, where are the cups again?"

Hobie reached up into one of the taller cupboards, snagging a plastic cup from the bottom shelf with ease.

Something had caught Miles' eye.

He didn't point it out, but it was something he hadn't seen before. Ever.

Scars, running up through both of Hobies arms. Neat and purposely placed. It could be seen that there were no new cuts or marks, but that threw Miles off.

There were many.

Hobie placed the cup on the counter, before filling it with water. He didn't look over, but had noticed his boyfriend stopped moving. Or talking.

"Love?"

"Mhm," Miles mumbled out, sighing and trying to ignore his new discovery.

Miles continued to say nothing, and they ate a few snacks on the couch together, a show in the background. Neither of them could hear it over their own voices.

But his attention kept being dragged to Hobie's arms, which he noticed were now hidden from him. It looked on purpose now that he saw into it.

Hobie was trying to hide the marks from him. That was why Hobie always wore gloves.

"Oi? Sunflower?" Hobie called back his attention again. He'd been getting lost in thought now, pondering questions about Hobie, but too scared to bring it up.

Hobie followed Miles' accidental gaze, heart tripping over itself when he saw that Miles' focus was on a part of his arm that wasn't quite hidden.

Any thought Hobie had was racing, half of them couldn't be understood. Miles had clearly seen his arm.

...ew.

That was the first thought Hobie could make out in his mind.

Miles would be grossed out by his old habits. Disgusted. Think he was weird. Might think the scars themselves are gross.

No words could leave him. Plenty of words covered him though, Miles could see.

'Gross'

'He'll leave me'

'Miles saw'

Miles almost flinched at seeing his name.

Hobie wasn't meeting his eyes now, he instead faced down.

Away from his arms, away from Miles, drowning out the noise of the TV easily.

"Hobie? Love? Hobes?"

He cast his attention up at Miles, who was noticeably closer.

"Hey? You ok?" Miles checked, probably knowing the answer. Better to ask than rush.

A thought escaped Hobie before he could stop it.

"If you're gonna leave just do it."

"What?" Miles was taken back by the statement, unsure of how it was directed.

"You've seen them. You can see how.. how gross and ugly they are. You'll probably just leave," Hobie muttered.

"No.. I'm not gonna leave you Hobie," Miles automatically responded, gently taking Hobie's hands into his.

Silence from the older boy. Worrisome, shaky silence.

"You're beautiful Hobie, everything about you is, I'm not going to leave over your arms," Miles continued, placing a small kiss on one of Hobie's hands.

"Really?"

The voice was almost unrecognizable to Miles. Hobie always sounded confident, sure of himself, determined. His voice was always steady.

This was still Hobie's voice. Still coated with that deep british accent that Miles found attractive, still Hobies. It just sounded fearful. Scared. With a bit of hope.

"Yes, really," Miles answered, and began peppering gentle kisses across Hobies arms, each little scar getting a bit of love.

It took a minute, but when he was done, he gently kissed Hobie on the cheek.

"I love you, nothing will change that. Ok?" Miles checked, looking into Hobies soft, hopeful gaze.

"Ok. I love you too. S'much," Hobie choked out, hugging Miles tightly.

Miles accepted the hug, bringing Hobie as close as possible.

He would give Hobie the world if he could.

But to Hobie, this was enough.





(Gah my soul- heh)
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