Hobie's Muse

Play me a song

(Y/n)'s first heroes is and always will be her parents. With a sales representative for a father and a jeweler for a mother (Y/n) quickly knew the meaning of hard work. Her life was filled will structure and order which led to struck rules. How she must dress, talk properly, no tattoos, no piercings, no dyed hair, always respect your elders, chores must be done, and everything organized. So you can only imagine the disappointment when she failed to graduate highschool. The severity of failing her parents made her grow rather timid and desperate for approval.

Despite this mistake (Y/n) managed to make career as a Professional Swimmer. It helps that the UK favors the sport and that her family moved their in support of their career. Something else that helped was investing into The Spider-verse, a group of Spiderman that save the world everyday.

This made her the unofficial assistant of the Spider-verse. She thought she knew almost every Spiderman well...well enough. Peter's humbleness, Gwen's angst, and Miles optimism. But one she could never understand was Hobie.

As an Anarchist he went against everything she stood for. If anyone was a true anomaly it was him.

Hobie: Eh.

Startled, (Y/n) nearly dropped the tray of freshly made eggs, bacon, and sausage she had made.

(Y/n): Hobert, Jesus...

Hobie: You look confused, mate.

(Y/n): Well, you have that effect on people.

Hobie: Whatcha up to, mate?

(Y/n): Preventing all of you from starving.

Hobie: Innit that what delivery is for?

(Y/n): No.

Hobie: No delivery or no that's not what it's for?

(Y/n): It's unhealthy.

Hobie: I'm unhealthy.

(Y/n): On the contrary, you kill 99.9 percent of germs with your cologne alone.

Hobie: Call me your personal fly swatter.

(Y/n): What are you doing up so early? Thought you hated mornings.

Hobie: Guitar's not gonna play itself.

Hobie strums away at the guitar, his experience evident from the melody that he plays.

(Y/n): Impressive. What's that one called?

Hobie: Dunno, I'm settled on "(Y/n) Smile."

She couldn't help but blush.

(Y/n): Charming.

Hobie: Another (Y/n).

(Y/n): Of course.

Hobie: But I guess I could write you one to. You just gotta do one thing.

(Y/n): You don't have to write me anything.

Hobie: Than how's bout I show my appreciation for this lot by you comin' to me show?

(Y/n): Alright than. But first you have to eat something.

Hobie: Got it--

(Y/n): Something other than junk food.

Hobie: But that's the best kind.

Regardless of his complaints Hobie joined the others in "lunch".

Hobie: Pretty good.

(Y/n): Why, thank--

Before shoving a bag of South Patch Kids into his mouth.

(Y/n): ...you.

But (Y/n) kept her promise and got dressed for this performance, joined by Gwen as his drummer. The crowd screamed, jumped, and sang, albeit off-key to the song. What truly shocked her was Hobie jumping into the crowd.

Miles: It's okay!

(Y/n): What?!

Miles: It's gonna be fine!!

Low and behold he landed safely into the crowd, laying back nonchalantly as they chanted the band's name some demanding a encore as many carried him across to the other side of their stage.

***

Hobie: So what did you think?

Sometime afterwards (Y/n) assisted a semi-conscious Hobie to him room.

(Y/n): It's loud and energetic and although I may never fully understand it, I'm glad it makes you happy.

Hobie: I might never ever understand hitting pucks across ice while dancing but ditto.

(Y/n): ... meaning?

Instead of answering he stared her straight in the eyes, well as good as his half-open eyes would allow.

Hobie: I always liked you, (Nickname).

(Y/n): It's actually (Y/n--

Hobie: I know you like me to do let's not beat round' the brush. Will you go out with me, love?

(Y/n): Once you sober up.

Hobie: Deal.