Hobie stumbled through the geometrical portal, lanky arms waving around like ropes attached to a tree branch. He landed on the deck of his canal boat, red boots thumping underneath him as they hit the wooden surface. Home sweet home.

He’d been away all day, trying to catch some anomaly who was jumping from places to places because he couldn’t keep his atoms in place and since Miguel had ‘ordered’ him to.

He didn’t take orders from anyone of course, he only did it to lend his friend, Gwen Stacy, or who he prefers to call ‘Gwendy’ a hand. Not that he owed her anything, he just saw her as a little sister he never had.

He was tired and in need of some relief. He grabbed a beer from his fridge. He considered going to a bar, but decided against it. He then scrolled through his contacts and found yours.

He despised you, yet he couldn’t stay away. You were an unscratchable itch. Despite his feelings, he found himself drawn to you, imagining intimate moments.

He called you. The conversation led to you ending up in his bed.

*After a morning together, you woke up in his bed. Hobie was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at his phone. He greeted you with a smirk.
“Ay, sunshine.” Hobie quipped, eyes scanning your face. “Seems someone decided to wake up, eh?”