Anarchy across the spider-verse

We aint going no where.

❗️Smoking, Genital piercings❗️

TW: SA(mentioned)

This is Fem(feminine, he's still a cis male here) Dreyko. This is a non recent drawing, i wouldn't call it old since i made this in like January. But just giving some reference or visuals and shit. Also i been gone for like...a month or some shit and been and inconsistent, i apologize. School was kicking my ass, i had doctors and dentist appointments. It's been a lot of shit🙃

BUT IM BACK ON MY MF BULLSHIT❗️❗️

3rd pov
The day Dreyko went to work Hobie just laid in Dreykos bed. If Dreyko hadn't told Hobie he needed to atleast put on some form of underwear then he would have stayed naked, not because it was one of his 'fuck social norms' moments but because he didn't have the energy to care or not care. For the first time in his 20 years of living he finally felt neutral about something, anyone who knows Hobie knows he's all or nothing. He's either real nonchalant or very chalant. But at the moment it didn't matter enough for him to feel either. He feels so....childish. It happened 11 years ago. He's grew since then- in all aspects going on physical mental emotional and definitely verbal, so why did it matter so much? It shouldn't right?....No it should. He knows it should because he's had friends who's told themselves their story didn't matter and he's told them to shove that idea up their arse, he's told them that their story and experience did matter and that they have every right to feel what they feel even if it was ages later. He's being a hypocrite. He hates hypocrites but he just can't find himself actually applying it to himself, like he's the exception. He's not. No victim is. No matter what, every story and experience matters and whether it's big or small means nothing. Hobie sniffles and he wipes his tears. He turns over in the bed pulling the covers over himself and he tries to calm down. He hates when he cries. He feels weak. He remembers when he found out that Dreyko enjoys feeling weak sometimes, that he's fine with feeling vulnerable and Hobie just couldn't get that in his head. Because why? Why would anyone want to feel like this? This....feeling is horrible. He hates that sooner or later they will find out because they will find out he got hurt and then knowing them they will question why he didn't go to a hospital, now Dreyko won't tell his business and he'll say it's up to him to decide when to tell but then Hobie will feel guilty and he'll end up telling them in maybe a week tops. Now the only other person who knows is Gwen. Not even his best mates back in New London know, she knows because this isn't the first time he's gotten hurt at a protest and basically the same thing happened with Gwen but the difference is that Gwen had no problem grabbing and hauling him to the hospital regardless of anything. So he had to tell her. Hobie sighs and he grips Dreyko's pillow. He just feels so powerless and he doesn't know what to do. Since that day for a week Hobie has been just staying with Dreyko and he's been up in his room, only getting up to wash himself, eat, and get his bandages changed. They all are starting to get worried. During the afternoon Hobie was woken up by voices outside the door and it sounded like arguing, consisting of '...if he wanted to then he would have asked....' or 'I don't give a fuck, that nigga been in there for a fucking week....'. Hobie just turns over so his face isn't towards the door and he's staring at the wall and he pulls the covers over his head and he groans, he hears the door open and he hears shuffling on the floor. "Hobes, you okay?" "...that was a stupid ass question...." 42 says and Miles hits his arm. "i'm fine Gwendy." "Why are you lying?" "....i'm not." "You are." Miles says and he sits down on the bed and he puts his hand on Hobie's arm, he feels Hobie jolt slightly but then he relaxes into the touch. "Can you tell us what's wrong?" They all hear faint sniffling and then the covers moving alittle like Hobie was wiping his tears, then the covers are being pulled off of Hobie's face and he lays straight on his back. Yes inevitably the covers do come down and he kinda flashes everyone but again he doesn't really care and he doubts they do, plus it's not anything they all haven't seen and the only difference is that he's not drunk at the moment. Hobie wipes his eyes again and he keeps his gaze down "just me bein' a grizzle, can't help it though- it doesn't matter- it was fucking 11 years ago. im...i'm making a bloody spectacle for nothing-" Hobie chokes on his breath and the tears start spilling again. Hobie rubs his eyes again but Miles moves his hands and he gives both of his eyes a sweet kiss, "Whatever it is, you aren't making a big deal out of it. Your feelings are valid, right? That's what you tell us." Miles says looking at Hobie even if Hobie refuses to look at him. "...yea..." Hobie mumbles. "Hobie no matter what the reason for your sadness, I hope you know we're here for you." "Right. We ain't going no where." 42 says and Hobie still keeps his gaze low. 42 positions himself next to Miles and he grabs Hobie's head holding it to his chest and he hugs him tight, Hobie leans in to it instantly and then everyone kind of takes the unspoken hint to comfort Hobie. Gwen sits down behind Miles putting her hand on his legs rubbing it through the covers and Dreyko gets on his bed grabbing one of Hobie's hands holding it like Miles and he kisses it. Pav is rubbing Hobie's other leg.