So, I had this idea where hobbie is besties with fem character and she gets bit, he shows her the ropes, and when it come to making her suit, she makes it a surprise for him, when surprised let's just say he went of the rails cause he thought it looked so good on her he couldn't contain his crush on her anymore.
Hope you like the idea and can do something of it!<33
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I hope this is to your liking, I really tried.
Best friend🔐❤️|Hobie Brown
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Hobie couldn’t contain his laughter, literally almost crying on the couch at the scene before him.
“You seriously afraid of that likkle ting, Leo?!” He fell back into couch, dying of laughter.
“Hobie! Stop playin’ and get the bloody thing!” Leomie cried with a broom in her hands. “You’re not gonna help a damsel in distress? Isn’t that like your whole thing?”
“I’m not Spider-Punk right now, I’m Hobie Brown.” He kicked up his feet on the arm rest of the couch.
Leomie glanced back at him and back to the danger to her existence on the wall. “Take your boots off in my couch, you know this is new.” Leomi groaned at Hobie.
“You mean our couch, I live here too y’know, sweetheart.” He obeyed, taking off his boots and putting his feet back on the arm rest.
She doesn’t know how she tolerated 10 years of friendship with this absolute annoyance of a man. They’ve been best friends ever since they were 11, and through those 10 years, they’ve went through so many experiences together.
From Hobie getting bit, to Leomie being dumped by her first ever boyfriend. They went through everything together— they were each other’s support system. Leomie was the first person Hobie came to when he started experiencing his newfound powers after getting bit. She even coined him the name “Spider-Punk.” Even though he hated it, he eventually warmed up to it.
How could he hate anything she thought of or did?
She stuck by his side no matter what. Honestly, she doesn’t know what she’d do without Hobie. She always thought the worse when he’d be gone for days, but he’d always come back bruised and tattered, saying “It’s nothin’”. Leomie was always there to patch him up, where would he be without her?
When he brought the news about being recruited to a society of different spider people, she was nothing but happy for him. He told stories about his missions, his new friends—even letting one of them crash in their shared apartment after dealing with parental issues, his asshole boss, and the time when a new spider person was the talk of HQ after being identified as an anomaly.
What more could Hobie ask for in a person?
There are times he’d look at her as more than just his best friend— he’d really look at her, how could he not? She was heavenly, from her brown skin, to her long coily hair that cascaded down her back.
He was in love with her. Not even the great Hobie Brown could deny that. His crush lasted 10 long years, watching other guys break her heart every single time, and knowing to himself that he could treat her so much better than them. But he just couldn’t, he’d hurt her way worse than them— this life he lived wasn’t something she should be so involved in, but he couldn’t find it in his heart to leave her.
“Please, Hobie, just kill it.” Leomie whined, glancing between the vicious spider on the wall and Hobie relaxing on the couch.
Hobie rose to his feet, pacing towards Leomie, his stature towering over her shorter body. “Kill it?” He took the broom from her hands. “That’s kinda disrespectful, y’know? I’m sort of a spider myself and you wanna kill this likkle defenseless spider, Leo?”
She looked at him straight faced. “Yes.”
“That could be my cousin.” He joked, pointing at the spider.
“I don’t care, Hobes.” She frowned. “Kill it, I don’t want it layin’ eggs if it’s a female.” Leomie squeezed his arm in fright.
“Spiders don’t do anything’ to you if you don’t do anythin’ to them.” He stated slowly going up to the spider with Leomie behind him in fear. “I won’t kill it, I’ll just take it outside, okay?”
“As long as it’s not in here.” Her eyes filled with fear.
Hobie raised his hands to cup the spider and one of it’s legs moved, making Leomie scream.
“Leo, quiet down.” Hobie looked back at a frightened Leomie. “You don’t have to worry, I’ll get rid of it, promise.”
“How are you gonna get rid of it and it’s not there anymore?” Her voice trembled while she stared at the wall the spider was once on.
Hobie whipped his head back to the wall and there was no spider there. “Bloody hell.” He knew this was going to be a long night. “Where the fuck did it go?”
Leomie clung to Hobie’s side, eyes darting everywhere in search of the spider. “It could be anywhere, that devil.”
Hobie looked around, then at Leomie, his eyes slowly growing wide. “Leomie.”
“Huh?” She flinched, looking up to Hobie. “Why are you looking at me like th—”
“Don’t move.” He warned her. “Stay still, Leo.”
She started freaking out, slowly backing away from Hobie. “Is it on me?! Get it off me!” Tears began forming in her eyes.
“It’s on your neck, stay calm while I try to grab it, love” He took slow steps towards her.
“MY NECK?!” She screamed, but the spider didn’t move from her.
Hobie looked her in her eyes. “You’re going to be okay, Leo. Just look at me, breathe.” He assured her and tried calming her down.
She slowly nodded while crying. “O-oka—AHHH!” She slapped her neck, making the spider fall and crawl off somewhere. “It bit me! The bastard bit me!” She held her neck and screamed.
“Oh fuck, shit.” He went to her side, examining her neck. A faint red bruise was left. “Let’s go to the hospital, in case it was venomous. I’ll grab your jumper.”
Leomie nodded and scratched her neck.
With the visit to the hospital, the doctor claimed that there seemed be nothing wrong with Leomie, even though they didn’t run any tests. A cream was recommended to apply to the bump on Leomie’s neck and they were told to come back if it gets worse.
Of course Hobie stole the cream and applied it to Leomie’s neck on their way home.
After arriving home, Leomie felt a bit exhausted and decided to go to bed and Hobie agreed, retreating to his room.
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“Leo, can you turn that damn alarm off?” Hobie asked with a groggy voice while making his way to Leomie’s room in nothing but basketball shorts. “I’m comin’ in.”
Behind the door revealed a mess of webs all over the room. Hobie instantly got over his tiredness and was now alert, scanning the room for an intruder.
“Leo!”
“Help me! I’m stuck!”
Hobie’s attention was brought to the high ceiling, to see Leomie wrapped up in webs like a fly.
Hobie shot a web to the ceiling and pulled himself to her. “What the fuck happened?” He stuck to the ceiling, removing the webs from her. “Did you see who did this?”
“It was me.” Leomie answered with an embarrassed look on her face.
Hobie was scrunched up his face at her reply. “The hell are you talkin’ about?”
“I did this, Hobes! I have spider powers.” She was now in Hobie’s arms.
He released his sticky hold on the wall and safely landed on the floor with Leomie in his arms.
Hobie scratched his head, not comprehending anything Leomie said. “Spider powers?”
Leomie nodded and turned her phone alarm off. “Yes, that spider from last night must’ve been radioactive. Then I woke up and the sheets were stuck to my hands and I started freaking out, and webs shot from my wrists, I didn’t mean to.”
Hobie blinked slowly, taking everything in. “Holy shit.” He grabbed her hand, examining it. “Webs? From your wrists? Lucky.”
“Does this mean I’m Spider-Woman?” She stared up at him with hopeful eyes.
He released her hand. “Only if you want to, I’d never force you to.”
“I want to.” She answered quickly. “I want to join the spider society like you, and have a super cool name.” She listed gleefully. “And an awesome costume.”
Hobie laughed. “You’re so cute.”
Leomie smiled to herself at his comment. “Whatever Hobie, put a shirt on, perv.” She playfully pushed him.
He laughed again. “Well this perv is going to be your teacher, you can’t be apart of the Spider Society with no type of skills or training, you’ll embarrass yourself.”
“You’re going to train me?!” Her eyes lit up and hugged his slim torso.
Hobie smiled down at her and wrapped his arms around. “Of course. There will be 4 trainin’ lessons, wall climbin’, web shootin’, hand to hand to combat and web slingin’.”
She pulled away from the hug with the brightest smile on her face. “When are we going’ to start trainin’?”
Hobie smirked. “Today actually, go get ready.”
“YES!” She ran out of her room in excitement.
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“God, you’re terrible at this.” Hobie stood on the ledge of a building and watched her attempt at scaling the wall.
It was day 5 of training, and they were still on lesson 1: climbing buildings and sticking to things.
“No I’m not!” Leomie shouted from the bottom of the building, while staring up at Hobie who wore his costume.
Hobie laughed loudly. “I’m lit’rally watchin’ you struggle to climb this buildin.”
“This is too hard, I quit.” She threw the cheap Spider-Man mask on the ground and put her hands into her jacket pockets.
Hobie jumped off the building and landed in front of her. “This is your third time quitin’. It was hard for me to navigate this whole Spider-Man thing too.” He spoke softly.
She looked at him with a pout.
“You can do this, I know you can.”
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“That’s it!” Hobie cheered proudly, while swinging through the city.
Leomie giggled at the rush of swinging through the air. “Try to keep up!”
Hobie smirked and accepted her challenge.
After 3 weeks of non-stop training, Leomie was practically Spider-Woman, or as she’d like to be called, Dark Web.
It took a lot of work, to get to where she is now.
Like when they were on lesson 2: Web shooting
“Aim at the bottle, not me!” Hobie dodged Leomie’s web.
She awkwardly grinned at her mistake. “Sorry!”
Hobie waved it off and went behind of her, her body tingling up at the feeling of him being so close to her.
He grabbed her hand, pointing and positioning it towards the bottles that were on the ledge. He then whispered into her ear. “It may be a likkle hard to teach you this since your webs are natural and mine aren’t, but I don’t think they’re that different.”
She silently gulped at his deep voice speaking so gently into her ear.
“Put your hand into the web shooting position.” He put both hands on her shoulders.
She obeyed, putting her middle and ring finger into her palm.
“Now breathe and concentrate on releasing your webs, let it flow.” He instructed. “It all has to do with concentration. Think of how you want the web to come out, do you want to hit the bottle over, or grab it?”
“Grab it.” She answered, inhaling deeply.
“Then grab it.”
On cue, a long web string flowed from Leomie’s wrist, wrapping around one of the bottles like a tiny hand.
Her eyes lit up, so did Hobie’s.
“Now tug on the web and grab the bottle with your hand.” Hobie said eagerly.
Leomie held the web that was attached to her wrist, then pulled on it with her super strength. The bottle came flying towards her with speed. She put her hand out, catching the bottle with minimal effort.
She surprised herself by actually catching it, looking at the bottle in her hands in awe, then to Hobie who looked at her with pride.
“See? I told ya, I know you can do it.” He gently took the cheap Spider-Man mask off of her, then ruffled her head.
“Ugh, Hobie!” She swatted his hands away.
He only laughed.
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“I beat your arse this time.” Leomie laughed, climbing through her bedroom.
“I actually made you win.” Hobie followed behind, landing in her bedroom.
She scoffed and took the cheap mask off, throwing it on her bed.
“When’re you goin’ to get the real thing?” He gestured to the mask on her bed.
“I’ve actually finished makin’ it.” She smirked. “I started on it after our second combat trainin’.” She made her way to the closet and began searching.
“I’m prepared to be wowed.” Hobie kicked off his boots and sprawled out on her bed like a cat.
“Turn around, you can’t see what I have in my hands, it’ll ruin the surprise.”
Hobie shook his head and smiled to himself while turning to face the wall.
Leomie hustled out of the room with different pieces of clothing in her hands. “Give me a minute.”
After what felt like forever, Hobie heard heavy footsteps.
“I’m comin’ in!” Leomie said from outside of her room.
Hobie turned back to see Leomie strutting towards him in a costume— a very sexy costume. He suddenly sat up straight up at the edge of her bed.
She wore a black, skin tight spandex leotard that went up to her neck, that had a white spider in the middle of her chest with a white webbing design all over. Her matching black gloves with white fingers stopped at her elbows. She had black, leather, platform knee highs. To bring the costume altogether, she wore a black mask that only covered her eyes and forehead, leaving her nose, mouth and long coily hair exposed.
Hobie lost control over all his motor skills. He didn’t hide the way he looked at her.
“Do you like it?” She asked, looking down at herself. “I feel like I look weird.”
Hobie’s breathing became shallow. He eyed her all over again.
“Hobie?”
He blinked, regaining control over his body again. “Huh?”
“Were you seriously not payin’ attention?” She put both hands on her hips.
“I was.”
“Then why didn’t you say anythin’? I really need your opinion.”
“Because if I said what I was thinkin’, you wouldn’t see me as your friend anymore.” He gaze lowered to her wide hips.
A chill went down her spine and his deep voice. “Wh-what do you mean?”
He was now on his feet, taking slow steps towards her. “Leomie.”
She was being backed into a corner of her room, Hobie’s tall stature intimidating her. “Hobie.”
“In my mind right now, I’m peelin’ this suit off of your soft likkle body–” He leaned down to her face. “And I’m eating you.” He grit his teeth.
Leomie inhaled sharply.
“Not very best friend of me, is it?” He put both hands on the walls and stared down at her with lustful eyes.
“N-no.”
He breathed off, putting his hands down and slowly backing away. “ ‘m probably scarin’ you, I’m sorry.”
Her hand reached out to grab his shirt, tugging him back towards her.
“You’re not scarin’ me.” She batted her lashes. “I sometimes think of you in a not best friend way too.” She admitted.
“You don’t know what you just got yourself into.” He put a hand on the back of her neck, then brought their lips together.
Between kisses he spoke. “I’ve loved you..for so long, sweetheart.”
Her hands cupped his face. “Me too.”
He broke their sloppy kiss and licked his pearly whites with his pierced tongue. “Now how about locatin’ the zipper on that thing and takin’ it off for me?”
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