I’m sorry/ read the whole thing this isn’t over nor on haitus
Okay so no new chapter
And IK how this sounds and your probably like “oh no this shit is abandoned that stupid asshole 😭😭” but trust it’s not
Technically
I’m officially ending the story off here because I did actually write and finish a chapter but I feel like I don’t want to ruin this story further with the 25 chapter thing
This is a Punkflower story and they did in fact get together so 🤷♀️ I think I did okay
This is by far my largest fic and there’s been sm I’ve learned with this challenge that I hope will show in my future writing
I appreciate everyone whos commented given kudos and honestly just gave this story a chance and read
Now for the part that people who like this fic actually want to hear:
I’m putting this in a series, a series that will add onto the story
My ideas rn are a chat fic that fits the events that happen in this one (Might exclusively be Miles and Hobie’s text messages but who knows)
Miles and Hobie’s dates
The whole spider friend group actually in school and doing projects together cause this is a school au and sadly with the limited time I had with a set view of what I wanted I couldn’t use the au to its fullest
And more!! Any ideas you guys have and comment will be put on the list and I will try to do my best to write them all
I’ll put what was supposed to be the next chapter under this if your interested and desperate for new content but other than that see you in my next project
New chapter (not spelt checked and probably sucks):
Spray painting his new piece onto an empty space next to all his other projects, him and Uncle Aaron were having casual conversation. Until, you know, he started teasing him. Like an uncle does best.
“No one?” He asked skeptically.
“Yes.” Miles said blankly.
“Not even a crush you haven’t talked to?” He said, still unconvinced. Which is fair, considering how about 30 minutes ago he got himself a boyfriend.
“Yes Uncle Aaron.”
“Yes as in confirmation or-“ “No, yes as in no,” he groaned while his tio just chuckled.
“I’m just playing, if you don’t got a girl you fancy that’s fine,” he patted his back.
“But if you did, just know that a nephew of mine has to have game.” He said joking as he ruffled his hair.
“Yeah yeah, I know,” Miles waved him off, shaking his paint can and getting back to work. When he tells him about how he’s dating someone, he thinks he’ll be proud. If, you know, he’s not homophobic.
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December 2, Saturday 3:30 pm
Sunflower 🌻: You ready
Sunflower 🌻: ?
Hobie 🫠🎸: Yeah
Hobie 🫠🎸: Mostly
Hobie 🫠🎸: I should be done by the time you’d hypothetically walk over here 👀
Sunflower 🌻: To your dorm…?😭
Sunflower 🌻: No offense if you guys are friends but your roommate is mad weird 🧍🏾♂️
Hobie 🫠🎸: Don’t worry he’s gone
Sunflower 🌻: Gone??? 😀
Sunflower 🌻: Ym like he dropped out?
Hobie 🫠🎸: Sure
Sunflower 🌻: ???
December 2, Saturday 3:35 pm
Sunflower 🌻: Ima head to your dorm now 😐
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“Okay seriously, what happened to your roommate?” Miles said concerned as Hobie opened the door for him.
“No hello?” He raised his eyebrow, “Kinda rude of you, innit?” He’d rather wait a bit before actually telling him what happened.
“Yeah yeah, wanna hang out here first or leave now?” Miles waved him off, walking inside. “The place doesn’t shut until 7 so we got some time.”
A little earlier, they planned ahead and agreed to go to some Spanish spot a few blocks downs. The photos and reviews looked decent enough, and as teenagers with no jobs, they didn’t have that many good places outside fast food. Atleast not ones they could or would want to walk to.
“You want to?” Hobie said. It feels surreal that just a few days ago they weren’t talking. He has no idea how he held up. (Though depending on some opinions, some would say he didn’t hold up at all.)
“Of course, your room is so interesting,” he grinned. Looking around, he could see a plethora of little trinkets and posters. It suited the boy, and felt all homey. “Like for example, what’s this?” He said pointing at a random chest on the boys desk, not daring to open it. He doesn’t know if it’s special or not.
The punk just laughed at his cautiousness though. “It’s fine, there’s nothin’ fragile ‘ere that’s out in the open except for my baby.” He said, grabbing his guitar with obvious care.
“Woah, that’s a bunch of stickers!” Miles gawked as he examined the instrument. Yet another display of the punks character , with an abundance of stickers on it, and an obvious amount of effort put into making it personalized. “Fucking sick.” He complimented.
“She is, isn’t she?” The punk said proudly, seeming to enjoy her praise. “Had her since I was a wee baby.” He explained as he slowly sat her back on her stand on his wall, and walked over to his chest. “There’s not anythin’ specific in ‘ere, mostly some guitar picks and tomfoolery.” He pushed the box into his lovers hand, clearing not caring to be gentle with it like he was with his guitar.
“Tomfoolery?” Miles chuckled. “What type of tomfoolery is in here, silly string?”
“It’s slang, dear.” Hobie sighed. “It means jewellery.”
Miles whistled at the use of pet names, choosing to skip over the explanation. He didn’t expect the nicknames from him, but he definitely didn’t mind it. Made him feel all warm and sappy inside. “Dear.” He said, feeling the words on his lips, “I like it, keep the nicknames coming.” Miles grinned while walking closer to the boy and giving him a peck on the cheek. “Babe.”
Hobie laughed at the nickname and went in for a full kiss on the lips. He didn’t mind giving Miles more pet names, and he certainly wasn’t against getting called some himself. “You too.” The punk softly smiled, maintaining eye contact with his love.
“Heh heh. Anyways,” Miles said flustered as he opened his boyfriend’s little chest. It really had anything in there. Pens, bracelets, rings, picks, stickers, pins, and some random shit he didn’t recognize. “Wait a minute… is that..” He squinted as he carefully pushed a watch to the side to get a closer look at whatever caught his eye.
“Why’d you have a piercer gun?!” He said shocked. He recognized it from Ian’s… emo phase. That’s what his mother called it back then anyways. His titi made sure to knock it out of him though, she’s rougher with her kids. Plus, he brought the gun over to his house and did it with the whole family in the house; which was basically asking for it, as morbid as that phrase is.
“To pierce my ears?” Hobie said confused. “It’s in the name dear.”
“No, if you want to pierce your ears you go to a professional! Can’t you get infections that way?” He said worriedly as he glanced at the punks piercings. Did he do all of them himself?!
“Ah I’ll be fine,” he waved him off, “I’m basically a professional already, with how many I’ve done.” He joked.
“Yeah whatever, but if you do it again, be careful okay?” Miles sighed. He would ask him to just put a stop to it, but he knows he would immediately disregard the advice. Plus he has so many already, he might actually be a professional by now.
“It’s not an if, but yeah I’ll be careful,” he grinned.
“You better,” Miles said, looking at him sternly.
“Anyways, what the hell is this cause I thought it was cologne but that does NOT smell like something you’d want on you-“
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“Okay so, boundaries,” Miles dropped his hand on the table, feigning seriousness. They probably should’ve done this before smooching so much but whatever, better late than never.
“Hmm, can we kiss?” Hobie said randomly. Knowing him though, it wasn’t random and he has a point to make
“Yes…?”
“Can we hold hands?” He continued.
“Yes? Hobie we’ve already done those things.” He said confused.
“Then boom, boundaries.” He grinned, making a ‘boom’ sound effect. “Now we know what the other is comfortable with.” He finished smugly while eating a scoop of his ice cream. Yeah, ice cream; not the arroz con gandules they originally planned on.
The place they wanted to go to was closed off for some private party, how lucky, and they ended up just getting McDonald’s and heading to the ice cream parlor for a place to sit . Wasn’t as good as their prior choice, but oh well, it was enough for the two boys. Hobie got a decent flavor this time, not the nasty Cheeto flavor with skinny Cheetos in it, and Miles stuck with his eye ball flavor. It was surprisingly good.
“Well that’s a start I guess,” he admitted, taking a bite of his own ice cream “But what about the stuff we won’t do?”
“Well that’s a question you gotta answer, I got none.” Hobie shrugged. “None?” Miles said skeptically. He doubts that there’s not SOMETHING.
“Yup.” He said smoothly.
“Fine with PDA?” Miles said while playfully puckering his lips, which the punk leaned into to actually kiss. “Yup.”
“Text you 24/7?” He smirked.
“I’ll always respond.” He answered.
“Sharing passwords?” He said next, now just naming things off the top of his head.
“Completely fine, got nothing to hide.” He said amusingly.
“Hmm… what if I burst into one of your classes and break into song? Directly mentioning you?” He said, now fully grinning ear to ear.
“I’ll sing alon’ with you.”
“Murder?”
“I’ll dig a hole.”
“Torture?”
“I’ll gladly be tortured by you.”
“Ew-uhm…” Miles tried to think of any other ones, almost meeting a blank, before finally getting an idea. “Talking in detail about our home lives?”
“Nope.” Hobie said immediately. “You win.”
“Really?” He blinked. He wasn’t expecting to get anything, still, good to know.
“Yup.” The punk confirmed.
“Alright then, I’ll make sure to not question you about it then. Always here to talk if you want though!” he quickly reassured. “See? Making boundaries are important.”
The punk just stuck his tongue out in response before chugging the rest of his ice cream, since it melted a long while ago and was now just slush. “Whatever lovey, what’re your boundaries?”
Having his own question sent back at him, he took a moment to contemplate it. What did he not feel comfortable doing? “Have you pierce my ears.” He blurted out, making Hobie just looked at him unimpressed.
“Oh c’mon, ‘thought we were over that.”
“Nope, we aren’t. That boundary is never changing by the way,” he nodded his head, chuckling. “Seriously though, the only other thing I can think of is… sexual stuff.” He mumbled. “I don’t know if you mind but, I’m not really ready for that.” He scrunched his nose. “To be honest, the whole thing grosses me out.”
When telling Hobie this, he didn’t exactly fear his reaction- well not really. He felt a little awkward talking about it out in the open and when they’ve never mentioned it before, but he’d rather say it sooner than later. It was another boundary that was unwavering, and the punk would just have to accept it.
“Alright.” He nodded serious. “No fucking, I can do that.”
“Pfft- dude! You can’t just say that out loud in public!” Miles spluttered, looking around to see if anybody heard them.
“Why not? Everyone does it. It’s how basins are made!” Hobie shrugged while the other boy just sighed. Atleast he wasn’t mad at him not liking that type of stuff.
“I guess,” he relented, “Wanna get out of here?”
“If you want to, but what about your ice cream?”
“Babe, it melted ages ago.”