Lee Hobie And Ler Miguel? Maybe Where Hobie Has Stole Something Of Miguels And Hidden It So He Tickles

Lee hobie and ler Miguel? Maybe where hobie has stole something of Miguel’s and hidden it so he tickles the location out of him

No wait why do I love that so much?

This was actually so fun to write, like what(^○^)

Lee Hobie, Ler Miguel

(TW swearing and tickles,)

“It was just ther-“ Miguel sighed, “what was just there?” Hobie chimed in, appearing out of nowhere. Miguel jumped a bit at the sudden response, assuming he was alone.

“My gizmo. It was just here.”

“Your gizmo?” Hobie chuckled at the name

“I would’ve called something much better, How about something like, ‘Miguel’s a fuckin idiot’”

Miguel turned to him with a frown. Hobie smirked at him and sat down on the swivel chair in the room.

———————————————

It may have taken Miguel a little longer to figure out who took the missing gizmo, and by a little to longer I mean 4 days, but as he was putting the pieces together he figured it out.

“Hobie..” he growled,

Miguel turned around to find him sitting in the same swivel chair he sat in when he stole the gizmo.

“I heard my name?” Hobie said

“where did you even come in from?”

“Why do you wanna know? Don’t you enjoy having me here?” Hobie smiled

“What? No I- never mind, did you take my gizmo?” Miguel asked

“You mean the ‘Miguel is a fuckin idiot’ device?” Hobie joked.

Miguel’s eyebrows angered at Hobie. Hobie was known not to take thing seriously, or even just avoid them entirely. So when Miguel is trying to get words out of him he won’t budge, like a heavy bolder, nothing will come out.

“Sorry let me rephrase it, Did you STEAL my gizmo or not?”

“So what if I did? I would never tell you.” Hobie responded

Just then Miguel lunged at Hobie and they both tumbled around for a few seconds before Miguel had him pinned on the floor.

“I’m going to ask you again, Did you steal something I own?” Miguel asked,

“….” No reposed, just a calm stare

Miguel leaned closer down to Hobies left ear and whispered,

“Did you steal my gizmo or not?” Just then Miguel was interrupted by small giggles coming from Hobies mouth.

“KPFT-hehahah!” Hobie laughed trying to scrunch his neck as much as possible.

“This is not a laughing matter!”

“Ihihihit tihihklehehes!!” Hobie gestured to his ear where Miguel whispered into.

“Ohh, so you’re ticking, huh?” Miguel teased wiggling his figures into the punks belly

“ACK- Waiahahaht!! Tickle me and your dea-HEAHAHAD!!” Hobie threatened, (turns out he was all bark no bite tho)

“My god you’re the most ticklish person I know!” Miguel said as he moved from his midsection down to his hips

“ILL FUHUHHAHUCKING KIHIHIHILL YOOOHAHAHAHAH!!!” Hobie barked out

“Sure you will!” Miguel laughed as he stop letting Hobie lie their limp,

“Lyla!” Miguel whispered

“Huh”

“scan him for me real quick? I promise this is important!”

“Fun, on what?”

“you know?” Miguel wiggled his fingers

“ohhhh yeah totes!” A orange screen popped up in front of him listing all of Hobies spots, he was so done for!

“oh wow, that’s more than I expected?”

“What’s more than you expected, Bitch” hobie growled

“what was that?” Miguel asked confidently,

“Did you call me a bitch?” Just then Miguel started to squeeze his knees

“HMPF- BAHAhahahah!!” Hobie threw his head back in laughter, kicking his legs around trying to get Miguel’s hands off him

“Has anybody told you you have an adorable laugh?” Miguel teased digging his other hand back into his hips

“NAHAHAH!! WAAHAHAHAITTTT!!!”

“You’ve asked me to wait a lot today, and yet I’ve never waited, what makes you think I’m gonna wait now?” Miguel talked out loud

“Alright, I’ll give you some time to breath” Miguel smirked,

“Tell me where you hid my stuff,”

“what?”

“My stuff? My gizmos?”

“Ohhh,”

“so? You gonna tell me or no?” Miguel asked squeezing his hips as a warning

“okAhahHA! Ok ok I’ll tehehell you!!”

“good”

“I took it and hid it in the cafeteria, then somebody picked it up, they threw it away, and then I left,” Hobie said, Hobie stayed tense on part where he knew he messed up and he knows what will happen to him

“They threw it away?”

“…yea?”

“Oh my god” Miguel sighed,

“waitwaitwaitwaitWAITWAITWAIT WAIT!!” By then it was to late, Miguel was both squeezing his knees and tickling anywhere he could get his hands around.

“PLEAHAHAHAA!! PLE-AHHAHA!!” Hobie tried to wriggle out underneath him but Miguel had him tight.

“Apologize, now” Miguel demanded

“WHYHIHIHI THE FUHAHAHCK WOULD I DOHOHOHO THAHAHAHT”

“We could do this all day! My schedule is open for anything Hobert”

“DONT CAHAHAHALL ME THAHAHAT!!” Hobie screamed, turning a bit red from the embarrassing name

“just say sorry man”

“OHOHOKAAY!! OHOHAHAKAY!! IM SORRY IM SOHOHARYY IM SAAHAORRY!!!” As quickly as those words left Hobies mouth the tickling stopped.

Hobie was left panting on my floor, as Miguel got off him and stood watching him catch his breath.

“yohohour fucking… ehevil!” Hobie said taking breaths in between words

“You’re fucking ticklish!” Miguel argued

Miguel may not have gotten his gizmo back but he definitely found a way to get Hobie back.

Alright that’s all boo boos!! Idk why it took so long but here’s your meal(*^ω^*)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Miguel's Weakness (ATSV)

It was a peaceful evening in New York- Peter B. Parker's New York to be exact. All the spider-kids decided to come visit, just hanging out for the night. Miles, Gwen, Pav, and Hobie were all sitting at the kitchen table, while Peter was cooking, and Miguel was laying on the couch watching the news.

"Come on bro, everyone's got a weakness, something that makes them totally vulnerable, there's no way you don't have one!" Miles said to Hobie, as everyone was discussing their biggest weakness. "Nah bruv, ain' got no weaknesses, solo guy like me got nothin to be all weak about." Hobie replied. Miles was determining to get something from him, so he kept on. "Hobie come on, everyone has one, it's nothing to be embarrassed of! Pav has his auntie, Peter's got his baby, Gwen's got her dad, Captain Stacy, and I've got my parents, we all have something close that gets us, you've gotta have something!"

Hobie finally gave in. "Alright alright..mayyybe my band has a personal touch to me." Miles smiled. "See, there you go, your band!" He looked over to Miguel. "How about you, Miguel, what's your biggest weakness?" Miguel didn't look up from his phone. "No way bro, you aren't getting anything from me."

At this point, Peter started listening in, smirking. "Oh Miguel? He's super ticklish haha!" Miguel's eyes shot wide open, his face turning red. "I am not!!" he protested.

Gwen smirked. "Oh reaaally~? So the big bad Miguel O'Hara is ticklish~?" Miguel froze as all four stood up, smiling at him. "Big tough guy melts at a lil tickle, eh~?" Hobie added. They instantly surrounded him on the couch, and before he knew it, he was being held down by the four. Gwen and Hobie had his ankles, Pav and Miles holding his arms up. "He looks super nervous!! I bet his belly's super ticklish!" Pav said.

Before he could utter a protest, he was being attacked all over. Hobie and Gwen scribbling his feet, Gwen's freshly manicured nails doing the most damage, while Pav was poking and squeezing at his belly, and miles was digging into his underarms.

Miguel was practically screaming with laughter as he tried to pull his arms away, only for their grips to tighten. "Awww, wha's wrong, tough guy? Feelin' a bit ticklish~?" Hobie teased. "All that big, tough brooding, and he's brought to pieces by a little tickling!" Miles added. Pav circled his bellybutton, giggling at Miguel's squeals every time he got close. Gwen dug under his toes, sending him through the roof into silent laughter. "Uh ohhh, looks like i found the death spot!" she teased. Miguel turned as red as the blades on his arms.

The four swapped spots, as Gwen straddled Miguel's waist, blowing raspberries on his bellybutton, while simultaneously digging her nails into his underarms. Hobie began poking and prodding his sides, while Pav and miles scrubbed his feet with brushes. Miguel was screaming with laughter, tears pouring down his face, as he tried to break free, only to realize that Miles webbed his arms up while he wasn't paying attention.

Miguel was going crazy, until Peter finally finished dinner and saved him from his attack. "Okay okay guys, let him breathe heh, dinner's ready." They unwebbed Miguel, helping him to the table as they all sat down and began eating. "You..yohou guys know im gonna get you back, right?" Miguel said with a struggle. "Yeah, but we finally know your weakness, so its worth it!" said Miles.

THE END!

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FINALLY!!!

still just a joke to you, but now a slightly funnier one

The rundown: You looked like someone Miguel terribly misses– his daughter. (FIRST PART)

Content: Miguel x Daughter!Reader (wc: 1359)

“Have you thought about it already?” 

The girl remains focused on her drawings, doodling away. “About what?” She mumbles a reply, without turning her gaze, still engrossed in her drawings. She knew what he was going to say anyway.

Miguel reaches forward and tenderly tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Your quinceanera, Gab.” He remarks warmly. 

She only laughs in return, shaking her head. It's silly, she thinks to herself. "I'm not even near being fifteen yet!" she protests in between fits of giggles. It occurred to Gabriella that his father had an ulterior motive from the sudden pique of interest in her hobbies and likes; he wasn’t particularly chatty, so the past few weeks had pushed her to finally ask him what he was trying to do. 

She didn’t understand at first. Miguel, very patiently, explained that a quinceanera was a special once-in-a-lifetime event for every girl. It was more than just a birthday celebration, it was an important milestone in her life. But she quickly discouraged the idea, not wanting to think about it so early. They had all of the time in the world, she thought, there was no reason to rush.

“I just want it to be special.” He says, “Your mother would’ve wanted that.” 

“No te preocupes, papá.” She reassures her with a kiss on the cheek. “We’ll make it special.” 

The clip ended, the screen slowly fading until only his reflection remained in the empty frame. All he could see now was a hollow shell of a man looking back at him; his expression blank and unflinching. Miguel closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. That scene had etched itself into his mind, burning– mockingly so. 

Nothing could ever fill the hole that his daughter had left in his heart - like when he first held her in his arms so many years ago; her presence still obvious on his chest where her memories had imprinted themselves, a permanent reminder of the loss of a child. He trudged through life with heavy feet and an even heavier heart. 

He wonders if things could’ve been different or if he would always be incapable of keeping people in his life, always slipping from his fingers and out of his grasp.

“You’re watching it again,” Lyla appears on his shoulder, sitting there with her legs crossed. 

“What about it?” 

"That's the fourth time today," She says, her voice laced with a trace of worry that she was quick to try and disguise as part of her normal banter. It had become increasingly clear to her that something was amiss and although she was programmed to know anything, Lyla did not know much about Miguel. 

“What do you want?” 

“An anomaly is spotted in earth-829, a renaissance-like hawk wreaking havoc in a modern museum– yikes.” Lyla briefs him, “Jessica is already on standby.” 

Miguel shakes his head, sighing. “Shouldn’t she be on maternity leave already?” He asks, his suit already appearing and opening a file regarding the mission. A hologram opens in front of him, filling in the details. Vulture. “Tell her to go home. I’ll handle this one.” 

“I think you shouldn’t,” Lyla squeaks with a nervous smile on her face. “Think you really shouldn’t.”

Miguel taunts with an arrogant tilt of his head, matter-of-factly declaring, "And who's the one taking orders here?" His mask then slides firmly into place, and a portal opens beneath his feet as he steps through. Lyla knows too well by now that there isn't any room for negotiation. 

As he stepped into the unfamiliar environment, a chorus of cries and screams greeted him from the running crowd. They pushed each other to safety, a few staying to watch spider-man in action. Miguel sighs, cracking his neck as he prepares himself to step in.

However, he slightly flinches as the said hero narrowly avoids him, crashing into the wall behind him with a loud thud. She quickly scrambled back to her feet, dusting the bits of rubble from her suit. “Hello? Mascot-man? I’m kinda in the middle of something here–” 

“I’ll take it from here, kid.” If it wasn’t for the mask covering his face, his nonchalant tone would betray his expression. It was no surprise to him that someone as young as her had been bitten by a spider like so many others before her, but he knows damn well what awaits for her and that is what troubled him every time. 

“And who are you exactly?” She shouts, running towards the anomaly again. 

Miguel quickly binds the vulture's wings with his webs, allowing you to throw in a few punches before the bird regains its footing and takes off into flight. “I’m from another dimension.”

You audibly gasp, the eyes on your mask widening as you swing around, “I knew dimensions were real!” Completely unfocused, the anomaly narrows his eyes before charging towards you– before you could react to your senses tingling, you were sent tumbling to the ground, near the broken pile of rocks and other rubble. 

Miguel loudly groans, getting a hold of the enemy. “Kid, focus!” He barks out, and you immediately snap back to what you were doing, swinging enthusiastically towards him. 

“How did you do it? I mean– I tried to prove it all my life!” 

“Aren’t you 12?” He scoffs at your statement, clearly not a fan of exaggeration.

“14 – and that’s not the point, mascot-man!” 

The fight went on with you chatting and talking his ear off. Miguel had answered in dismissive grunts and his usual ‘it’s classified.’ remark, but he just couldn’t discourage your eagerness in any way. You had tired him out, more than the anomaly did.

Spider-society, magic watch, many more of you– you’ve basically summed up. 

“You should definitely let me join,” You offered cheerfully, cocking your head and wiggling your foot. The battle had finally come to a close, thanks in part to the arrival of a couple more spider-men who lent an extra hand. You had caught up to Miguel, basically begging him to let you in. “We made a great team back there old man!” 

“Old man?” 

“Okay, sensitive,” You muttered under your breath. “But seriously– I could learn more from you!” 

“Kid, listen–” 

You had cut him off again, seemingly not taking no as an answer as you tried to persuade him again. You continued to babble, not leaving any room for him to interrupt. Miguel rubbed a hand over his face, hidden beneath the fabric of his mask, as he groaned in frustration for what felt like the hundredth time today. His eyebrows furrowed as he listened to you rambling on and on– patience nipping on itself from your lack of understanding with regards to the matter at hand. 

“First off, I did most of the work back there. If it weren’t for me calling for back-up, you could’ve been injured badly. This society isn’t some school club you can just sign yourself in,” He explained, already itching to return and leaving you in the dust. A liability is the last thing he needed. “You don’t have what it takes.”

You throw your head back, groaning. You take your mask off, revealing a busted lip and a frown. “Whatever, your club sounds stupid anyway.” You mumble under your breath, suddenly feeling worn out yourself. Of course what he said had stung– it had taken so much effort to learn how to control your powers over the past two months since you were bitten by that spider. It wasn’t like there was a manual or a book written for freaks that happened to have superhero powers under such circumstances. You had to learn on your own. 

Turning your back on him, you had fully expected him to disappear as well– but, to your surprise, he was totally motionless; a statue in solidarity unable to shift an inch. His stillness made the atmosphere unbearably tense and although you could not bring yourself to look back at him (well, you did call his club stupid.), you sensed his gaze upon you like a heavy weight pushing down on your shoulders. 

“Gabriella?” 

I love the revenge trope 😈

Revenge of Robot-Arms Spiderman

Isn’t it ironic that I posed this idea as artwork to @feathergil, only to write it myself as a fic? Also, I would like to say that this takes place in a Spider-Society where everything has been fixed without anybody suffering any negative consequences (e.g., dying, witnessing a death, getting hurt, etc), everything is fine and nobody hates anybody.

Miles was running. He had no choice but to run. Spider-Man was onto him, and before anyone asked which one, it was the one with the four extra robot arms on his back. That guy was fast.

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