Big Brother Hobie (Across The Spiderverse)

Big Brother Hobie (Across The Spiderverse)

*hypes self up* Ok! My first fic I’m actually posting on this account! I made this a day after I saw the movie and fell head over heels for these two! Mainly Hobie, but Pavitr is such a gem and I couldn’t not write for him! I hope whoever comes across this enjoys it! And thanks to @gladdygirl18 who helped me out with actually posting this :)

Hobie was the big brother. Everyone can agree on that. Although he was a punk anarchist, he secretly cared for all his friends. Even Miles, who was a new face to the party, he felt extra protective of. But the people he was especially fond of were Pavitr, Gewn, and Peter B. Parker. He let Gwen crash at his place because she couldn’t go back to her own universe, so he took care of her. Plus, they loved to hit and scream their emotions into whatever song they jammed to. Pavitr wanted to be in on the punk rock fun, but he only knew how to play the Sarangi. He was very talented and skilled, but the Sarangi wasn’t the instrument for punk bands. They still let him come to their jam sessions! (Although he did try to hold a therapy session for the two once they were done.)

And just like Gwen, Pavitr liked to crash with Hobie on occasion. Hobie was more than welcome to let anyone stay at his London apartment, as long as they didn’t leave too much of a mess. Who was he kidding though? With all his Spider-Maning he could barely keep tabs on it. Until, the blessed, godsent Pavitr dropped by while he was out and cleaned the whole place for him. Hobie almost shed a tear. And Peter? Honestly, Hobie loved taking care of Mayday. And he loved her name. Peter would never admit it, but he talked about baby names with Hobie one night and that was the result. And he’s just a great babysitter too.

So, collectively, their little spider gang unofficially announced him as the ‘big brother.’ Hobie didn’t mind. It actually made him feel all nice inside. Not that we would tell anyone. Gotta keep that tough bravado, eh? But there were moments with his friends he could be soft. Most recent one was with Pavitr when he portaled in, still in his Spider-Man gear.

“What’s this, then? Just got done running the jig?” Hobie nodded to him as he sat on his couch, legs propped up on his coffee table with a remote in hand. He shut off the tv as Pav groaned and flopped onto the couch, chest in Hobie’s lap. Hobie huffed a chuckle, pulling off his friend’s mask and tossing it to the side. “Rough one, was it?”

Pavitr sighed and nodded, face hidden by a couch cushion. Feeling sympathy for the younger man, Hobie patted his back.

“I’s jus’ watchin’ the telly, want me to turn it back on? Background noise an all,” Hobie suggested, but Pav just shook his head.

“How have you been, Hobie? Everything ok in your universe?” Pavitr asked, turning his head to look at his friend. How the hell is this kid such a sweetheart? Hobie wondered as he reached down and ruffled his perfect hair.

“S’all cuppa ‘ere, nofin I can’t handle. Still coals and coke, but what else is new? S’going ons wit you? Got some pain in your noddy’s?” Hobie nearly barked out a laugh at the offended look Pav gave him. Scratch that, he did laugh.

“Excuse me?” he asked. Hobie chuckled into his fist.

“Do your shoulder’s hurt?” he simplified. Pavitr pushed up onto his hands and once he rotated his shoulders, he groaned and fell right back onto Hobie’s lap.

“Problem found. ‘Ere, lemme getcha.” Hobie sat up and cracked his knuckles, getting into position.

“Oh, Hobie, you don’t have to-” Pav started.

“Ah, hush. I owe you one. Now let your brova ‘Obie take care ‘ya.”

And with that, Hobie got to work, he kneaded his thumbs into Pavitr’s shoulders, smirking with satisfaction at the relieved moan that left Pav’s chest. They sat in silence as Hobie worked out all the knots in Pav’s back, going from his shoulders all the way down his spine. The only responses he got were satisfied grunts, groans, sighs, and hums from Pavitr as he melted into Hobie’s lap. The kid was really stiff. He must’ve been overworkin’ himself, Hobie thought, s’not good. I should tell him to calm it down. Before he could get a word out, he heard a small squeak come from Pavitr’s mouth. He looked over to see Pav with both hands covering his lips with his eyes shut.

“Oi, was funny? You havin’ a bubble at me? I ain’t hurtin’ you, am I?” Hobie asked as he leaned up to get a better view of Pav’s face. He didn’t look like he was in pain. When he peaked his eyes open to look at the older man, they had a happy twinkle to them.

“N-No no! I’m- fihihine! But, your hahands…” Pav looked towards his back. Hobie followed his gaze and realized both of his hands were placed around his sides. A mischievous grin crossed Hobie’s face as his eyes flicked back to Pavitr’s face. Pav looked back at him with an adorable expression that just said “I can’t stop you, but I’m gonna try to look cute so you think about not doing it.” Hobie smirked and pinched the back of Pav’s neck, causing him to squeal and arch his neck back.

“Y’know, s’rude to laugh at your friends, Pav,” Hobie purred close to his friend’s ear. Pavitr let out a string of high pitched giggles and grabbed handfuls of the couch cushions beneath him.

“H-Hobieheehee! Wait wait wait! Lehehet’s talk! Dohohon’t- eek!” Pav snickered then squeaked as the older male skittered his long fingers directly up his spine.

“Nah, don’t fink I will. You need some good, ol’ fashioned, relaxation, mate. And I know exactly how to get you relaxed! So jus let big brova ‘Obie… getcha!” Hobie quickly grabbed Pavitr’s sides and squeezed, drinking in his girlish shriek. He laughed and wiggled his fingers into the slightly pudgy flesh. Pavitr thrashed in his lap but ultimately didn’t move from his spot. Just awkwardly pushed himself up before falling back down and beating the arm of the sofa senseless.

“Hohohohohohohohohohohohobieeeeeeeee! It tihihihihihihickles! It tihihihihihckles so bahahahahahahaaaaaad!” Pav whined through his laughs, alternating which side he scrunched up so he looked like a belly dancer. Hobie let out a loud ‘hah!’ when he saw this.

“Oh yeah, show off ya moves, Pav! Should I get a beat goin’? Unce, unce, unce, unce!” With every beat from his mouth, Hobie would do rhythmic squeezes on Pav’s sides. One, two, one one, two, one, two two. This drove the younger man up the wall (hee hee spiderman joke). Pavitr did his best to fight back. This included weak slapping on Hobie’s hands and futile attempts to crawl away. Hobie simply pulled him closer and tickled his ribs and armpits at the same time, switching between the two.

“AAAAAHAhahahahahaha! Hobieheeheeheeheeheeheehee! Pleheheheehehease!” Pavitr begged. Hobie smirked and scratched his rib bones, earning another girly shriek.

“Please wha, Pav? Please… keep ticklin’ ya? I can do that! Or is it please… tickle somewhere else? How about… here!” In a swift motion, Hobie moved his hands from his upper body to the back of his quads, making claws and digging into the flesh. Pavitr screamed and his thrashing renewed.

“Oh, has I found a tickle spot? Right under your buttocks, yea? Mate, that’s kinda embarrassin’. I ain’t one t’judge though. It's hilarious how much you’re tryin’ ta fight me, kiddo. Was it people say when they tickle kids? Oh, roight. Tic-kle tic-kle tic-kle~” Hobie grinned like the Cheshire cat as Pavitr lost his mind. Finally, Pavitr rolled off of Hobie’s lap and crashed to the ground, reflexively thwipping both of Hobie’s hands together.

“O-Ohohokay that's enohohough! I’m relahahaxed! No mohohohore plehehehehease!” Pavitr giggled out, lying flat on his back and sighing once the tickling was finally over. Hobie laughed and fished his pocket knife from his jacket, slicing the webbing from his hands. He tossed the knife on his coffee table and leaned over Pavitr without moving from his couch.

“You alright, yea?” he asked. With a few giggly breaths, Pav nodded. “Good. If I had killed ya, Gwendie would have killed me. ‘N ah don wan that. But seriously, mate, gotta go easy on the Spider-Man work, you feel me? ‘S why you’re so tense. If you keep dat up, y’won’t be able to move. You get what I’m sayin’, yeah? You’ve got an honest jam tart, an das good, just don’t be over usin’ it,” Hobie instructed. He could tell Pav was listening, which was good, but the younger man did cock his eyebrow at the last sentence.

“But… I don’t have a jam tart…?” he said with confusion, looking around to see if he had accidentally brought something jelly filled from his dimension. Hobie snickered then laughed, holding his stomach.

“You are way too funny, man. Go take a shower, you smell.”

“Not as bad as you…” Pavitr mumbled, immediately bolting for Hobie’s bathroom.

“Oi, the nerve of ya! Get back here, ya hooligan bastard!” Hobie was up in a flash, thwipping Pavitr to the floor.

Needless to say, Pavitr got another good taste of what having an older brother is like. And Hobie got to mess around with a best friend. He could get used to being the big brother every now and again.

man I wish people understood how much it sucks ass to be neurodivergent and trying to find the middle ground where people like/tolerate you. like, I'm either "boring" (trying to wait my turn in conversations, holding space for other people, taking a back seat to let others get some spotlight) or "too much" (too loud/talking too much, getting excited to share, trying to participate in group conversations/activities). No one really talks about how much of being neurodivergent is just sort of trying to make yourself palatable.

I feel like so much of my life has been spent trying to find this effortless sort of middle ground everyone else seems to automatically already know, and I'm always swinging too far one way or the other. I'm lucky to have neurodivergent friends who grok me, but goddamn I wish that I could just like, exist without the constant background script in my brain that's like "you're being too loud. You're not talking enough. you're being self-centered. you're being boring. you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong." I feel like I'm back in high school trying to make friends but stuck as the eternal "weird kid"

it's just... lonely and sucks bad.

Not the Only Reason

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Pavitr shows up randomly while Miles and Hobie are hanging out. But the way he acts helps Hobie instantly figure out what Pav really wants.

A/N: Hello!!! Just wanted to say I’m sorry this came out a whole lot longer later than I had intended :’( a lot of unexpected things happened while my motivation already wasn’t doing so great ☹️ but yayayay I finally finished :)) also, I refer to Miles as the ‘youngest’ out of the three. I know Pavitr’s and Hobie’s ages are getting confused a lot, but I’m pretty sure Hobie is 17 and Pav is 16! And Miles is 15, as confirmed by himself in the movie :] Hope you guys enjoy! <3

Miguel’s giant computer room was fairly quiet, a few guitar chords being the only things echoing off the walls. Miles and Hobie had both been wandering the Spider Society for some time now with the rest of the gang, until Gwen decided to head to try and find Jess to do a bit of mentoring, and Pavitr decided to head to the cafeteria. The three agreed they’d all meet up again later. Miles and Hobie ended up making their way to Miguel’s lab, only to find he wasn’t in there, which was surprising considering he barely ever left the place.

They both decided to chill out, stretch their legs from all the walking and searching, and Hobie plucked at his guitar while Miles let a few tiny blue jots of electricity shoot from his fingertips, watching them dissipate into the air almost as soon as they’d been conducted. It was a nice bit of comfortable silence between the two.

At least, that was until someone suddenly slid down on one of their webs which was stuck to the ceiling, hanging upside down while his hands held the bottom of his web.

“Hey guys!” Pavitr announced, the lenses on his mask squinting slightly to show how happy he was to see his friends.

Normally, the two would’ve jumped out of their skin, but their spider senses were there to help. They both smiled at Pavitr.

“Hey, man. Whatcha doin here?” Miles questioned, looking up at Pavitr from where he laid on the floor. “I thought you were at the cafeteria a few minutes ago.”

“Weeell I ran into Gwehen and she said you guhuys had headed to Miguehel’s room, so I thought I’d head hehere to see you guys too!” Pavitr explained, his voice surprisingly giggly. Miles had noticed Hobie had a smirk on his face, as if he recognised this silly behaviour coming from Pavitr.

“Hmm… is that the only reason you came though? Just to see us?” Hobie asked, putting a hand to his chin as if he was thinking. Pavitr shrugged, still hanging upside down from his web.

“Wehell… maybe it‘s not the ohohonly reason..” Pavitr mumbled, more giggles interrupting his sentences. Miles gave the two a confused look as he sat up, wondering what was going on between the two.

“Uh… what’s going on?” Miles jumped in, Hobie looking at him with the same smirk.

“Eh, nothing. Just Pav wanting some tickles, innit mate?” Pavitr only responded with another giggle, nodding his head. Hobie gave Miles a small nudge with his elbow, his voice decreased in volume slightly as he spoke.

“Yeah, something you should know about Pav. The guy loves tickles.” Miles felt a twinge of heat on his own cheeks as he heard Hobie explain this. He was surprised over how the currently upside down hero was able to admit to such a thing without any shame. Miles played it cool in an attempt to tease Pavitr too, though it was clear he was still a bit flustered by the concept.

“Oh, really? You want to be tickled, huh?”

But Hobie’s smug smile just wouldn’t fade, which really wasn’t helping on Miles’s behalf.

“So, why don’t you come over here then, Pav?” Hobie questioned, his tone extra playful. It only took a few paces for Pavitr to let out a yelp and swing away, unable to stop his giggles. Hobie raised an eyebrow at Miles, and the Spider-Man took a moment of consideration before nodding, a cheeky smile on his face. The two both shot a web in Pavitr’s direction, and they both stuck to his back. Pavitr yelped, being pulled back at speed before he could do anything about it. Hobie caught him, but lost his balance as he did, and the two collapsed onto the floor, luckily not hurt. The three all burst into laughter at the situation, before Miles spoke.

“You guys okahay??”

“Yehep, all good.” “Ihi’m okay!” The two heroes chimed in, before Hobie looked up at Miles.

“Oi, man like Miles, hold him down for me, yeah?” Miles smiled cheekily as he sat where Hobie was, taking the giggly Spider-Man’s wrists and holding them down above his head.

“Thihis feels vehehery unnecessary!” Uncontrollable giggles continued to interrupt Pavitr’s attempts to speak normally as Hobie straddled his friend’s waist.

“And you trying to run off was?” The Brit asked, tilting his head slightly. Pav bit his lip slightly behind his mask. Hobie did have a point. If he liked tickles so much, why did he make a run for it? Hobie chuckled at Pavitr’s lack of an answer before gently pulling his mask off.

“I’ll take that, thank you. Don’t want this getting in the way of that silly little smile of yours.” Hobie teased, tossing the mask to the side somewhere.

“Nooo give it bahack!” The pinned teenager whined, squirming in protest. Despite this, he was still blushing and smiling like a kid.

“I don’t know, man. I think Hobie’s right, keep the mask off.” Miles jumped in, still with that cheeky grin on his face. Hobie then dramatically cracked his knuckles before hovering two clawed hands over Pavitr’s torso.

“Right, where’re we starting first, then?” Hobie asked, waiting for Pavitr to answer. When the blushing teen shook his head, his giggles still echoing throughout the room, Hobie just shrugged. “Suit yourself, mate.” He then went for Pavitr’s ribs, gently vibrating his fingers up and down. This earned more louder and squeakier giggles as Pav’s smile practically grew wider if was even possible at this point.

“Hobihihie!!” He squeaked, his nose scrunching slightly.

“See? I was right about the mask.” Hobie teased with that smirk back on his face, Pavitr shaking his head yet again in response, Miles chuckling over Pav’s warming smile.

“Wait, wait, wait. I’ve been learning some more Spanish.” Miles stated, quickly running through the sentence in his head to make sure it was right. “Okay, okay. Tienes una risa tonta.” The youngest of the three chuckled playfully again.

“Whahahat??” Pavitr looked up at Miles, still giggling with a confused tone. But all he got in response was a shrug.

“I guess you’ll never know what I said.” During Pav’s confusion, Hobie had snuck his hand up to Pavitr’s armpits, scribbling into them. The sudden change made the helpless hero squeal but not actually make any attempt to free his wrists from Miles’s grip, obviously.

“HehEHEY!”

“What you talking about, ‘hey’?? Last time I did this, you were giggling like crazy!” Hobie protested with a smile.

“I mean, not that he isn’t now.” Miles added. His face then lit up when he got an idea. “Wait! Hobie, take my place for a sec.” The older Spider-Man obliged, getting off of Pav’s waist and switching spots with Miles, now holding Pavitr’s wrists while Miles sat on his waist.

“This is gonna be gohood!” The youngest declared, hovering the tips of his fingers above his giggly friend’s sides. He then did the same the he had been doing before Pavitr had arrived, shooting tiny and harmless jolts of electricity into his torso. Miles got the exact reaction he expected, Pav letting out a squeak as he arched his back slightly. Even wearing his suit, the little vibrations the jolts sent still tickled real bad.

“Eeeehehe that’s so stupihihid!!” The two other Spider-Men gasped playfully, Miles placing an offended hand on his chest.

“Ouch!? I mean, I can try it somewhere else if you want!” Miles then cheekily snuck his hands up to Pavitr’s tummy, sparking a few more tiny jolts there instead, eliciting more squeaks and giggles.

“Noooohoho it tihihickles!!” Pav squealed, hiding his flushed face behind his arms.

“I believe that’s the whole point, mate.” Hobie responded, smirking again. “Miles, get off him real quick. I know something that really gets him giggling.” Pavitr whined before Hobie could even finish his sentence.

“Hobie, don’t!!” The teen could’ve just gotten up and make a break for it. But nope, he just laid there as Hobie kept a hold of his wrists and pulled him up to sit on his lap, his wrists held by his own chest. Miles sat opposite the two, watching intently with a smile. Pav kept giggling and scrunched up his shoulders to protect his neck. Hobie shook his head good-naturedly before giving Pavitr’s shoulder a small tap with his finger.

“C’mon, man. Shoulders down, you did want this.” The trapped swinger sighed, unable to stop his giggles as he slowly lowered his shoulders. Once down, Hobie did a small chuckle before burying his face into Pavitr’s neck, blowing a raspberry. A loud and high-pitched squeal from the superhero, hysterical giggles and even a few snorts following. Miles chuckled as he watched this go down. Hobie did the right thing taking off Pav’s mask.

“Uhm, what’s going on here?”

The three of the inter-dimensional heroes turned their heads sharply to see Miguel, standing with his hands on his hips looking down at them. Miles seemed a bit sheepish, whereas Pav and Hobie still had those smiles on their faces, as if they’d been caught doing this before.

“Nothin much, Miguel. Just having some fun.” Hobie answered, releasing Pavitr from his hold. Miles expected Miguel to be pissed off with the three for sneaking into his office and horsing around, but he surprisingly wasn’t. His eyebrows weren’t even furrowed like they were 99% of the time.

“Well, I’m rather busy. So could you get back to whatever you’re doing somewhere else, please?” He asked, swinging up to his computer platform.

“Will do Miguel, sir!” Pavitr replied, swiftly shooting a web to retrieve his mask as the three left.

“See ya later, man.” Miles called, raising his hand slightly to say goodbye.

“Yep, I’ll see you later.” Woah. Miguel was even unbothered by being called ‘man’. Miles smiled as he headed out in front of the other two.

“Guys, I swear I could see Miguel smiling. I guess Pav’s smile really is that bright if it can make Miguel less grumpy.”

… No response.

“Guys..?” Miles turned to see both Hobie and Pavitr giving him playful looks, both of them in a ‘getting ready to run’ stance.

“Let’s see how bright yours is then.”

Miles didn’t have to be told twice. He instantly turned and shot a web, swinging straight out of there. The other two laughed as they shot their own webs, going after Miles.

“Don’t think you can escape us that easily, Mihiles!”

“We’re gonna get ya at some point, mate.”

“No wahahahay! If I can out run the entire Society, I can outrun you guhuys!”

“Not even if we get Gwen involved?”

“Yeah, let’s get Gwendy in ‘ere!”

“Nohohooo!”

Miguel couldn’t help but roll his eyes with a small chuckle. Sure, the three of them could be proper pains in the ass. But they were still just kids at the end of the day. I mean, he did have one of his own once upon a time.

He should allow them act like it, they deserved it.

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happy father’s day

i would actually fall in love with you if you drew lee pavitr (after your event!! or whenever!! or not at all its your choice!!! ur art fuels me no matter what) he's the light of my life

for my 4 lee!pav requesters: i love you all