손끝뿐만 아니라!

just boys being boys 🩷

a little gift to @heiibo for being an amazing punkflower artist and as thanks for the holiday gift! :)

i hope i got the korean hangul correct! i've never written any of those characters before ^^;

고마워요 보경! 새해 복 많이 받으세요! 🎆

A Cute little Poodle named Morales 2

(Part 2 for @heiibo)

(Part 1)

A few hours ago on Miles' Spider friends, everyone wonder what happened to Miles. Gwen stood watching Miguel taking the anomaly back to HQ, he said, "Any contact from him?"

"No, I can't seem to reach him." Pavitr said his fingers tapping on his Gizmo trying to call Miles.

"Maybe he went home. He said he got homework." Gwen rubs her neck then her eyes look at Spider-punk.

Hobie stood staring at the moon looking a bit bum. Miles 42 took his leave, telling the gang that Miles probably wanted to be left alone. Hobie didn't mean to upset him, he wanted to know why he's been so snappy with him. Was it because Gwen likes him? Hobie tries to give Miles all the signs that he like him and it's not like a simple, 'I like you'.

Oh no, Hobie likes likes him. He had thought about singing to him, making song about his Sunflower's smile, and just wants to tell him how amazing he is. "Hobie, you okay?" Gwen asked him.

"Um.. yeh. I'm fine." Hobie was looking at his watch seeing Miles is still in this world. Maybe Miles 42 and his Sunflower were supposed to hang out together instead, or Miles wants to be left alone.

Gwen knew Hobie likes Miles, after she confessed to the punker. It was hard to take the rejection, because she thought he would like her. But she knew Hobie only saw her as a friend and nothing more, and she wants to be there for her friends. Also she knows she's not in a good place to date with all her person issues. "You know, maybe Miles just wants to be left alone like Miles 42 said. He did say a lot is going on with him."

"I guess..." Hobie frowns at the watch seeing Miles' red dot on a certain location. He could go to him and finally express himself to him.

"Awe, my guy. Give him space. You can be too needy, it'll freak him out." Pavitr hums.

"Fine, I'll see him first thing tomorrow morning." Hobie sighs with his head down like a little toddler.

The next day in Hobs' penthouse, Miles mumbles feeling his tail sway from side to side. "Mmm," Miles could smell Hobs' tobacco and musky scent and snuggle against him a bit more. His cheek nuzzling against warm skin, "Mmmm." He groans in deep sleep.

This is one of his best sleeps in a long time. Slowly his eyes opening feeling the need to wake up, his hand on Hobs' pecks. Wait, he feels his legs moving.

"Well, good morning, lil pup." Hearing Hobs' deep voice with a laughing tone.

"Hmm?" Miles was daze then his vision focus when he saw Hobs grinning at him. "Mmm?" Blinking at the sight, he took a moment to remember what happened. Then he looks down on his hands noticing his nails sharp and long. "What?" His big doe-like eyes glances down at his own body realizing he's naked. Then, he felt his floppy fuzzy brown ears against him.

Hobs grin grew wider and wider, "So how was it being a lil doggy?"

"YEEP!" Miles yelps noticing he's naked with a fluffy tail wagging super fast and his ears twitching at every sound he hears. "This is so fucking embarrassing!" He hides under the large heavy quilt, he felt the dog collar on his neck perfectly. Before it was too big for him but it still hold up.

"Pfft, hahahaha. Easy Sunflower. I sort of figured it out you were the dog." Hobs laughs out loud.

"What do you mean!" Miles peeked his head out of the quilt with his ears slightly lifting to hear clearly.

"I figured you must've turned into a dog seeing how you acted so human like with me. Not to mention," Hobs leans over to say in his cute dog ears, "You were watching me changed into my boxer."

The young Spider-man's could feel his whole turning very warm. "Sorry, I didn't mean too!" He hid himself under the sheets.

"Heh, got you blushing, huh?" Hobs pulled the sheet to see Miles being shy, "You were a cute dog. Now you're even cuter like this," his hand petting the young man's head.

This made Miles wagging his tail super fast enjoying the petting, he said nothing still being shy. Hobs saw the dog collar, his index finger curled at the metal loop to tug him, "Hmm, maybe I should keep you as my pet seeing how sexy you look in this." Hobs showing off his fang with a gem on it, he flirted a bit, "Can you bark for me?"

Miles presses his lips together being super bashful. Hobie 42 is really making him feel things. He's about to give in whatever Hobs wants, he doesn't care. At least, this guy is straight forward with him. "How about a little lick, right here?" Hobs playfully stick his tongue out showing off his tongue piercing with a wide grin.

So tempting, he wanted to do it. His whole body screaming like a fangirl being flirted with one hot guy. Just when Miles' eyes was about to close and go for it, Spider-Punk appeared through a magical portal, "Oi, Sunflower. I been wanting to talk to you for a while and I've given you space so..." He stops when he saw his Sunflower with dog ears and dog tail wearing a dog collar on top of Hobie 42.

The Cyber punker had an annoyed look, his eyes unimpressed with the interruptor coming in his room like he owns the damn place. Miles' eyes widen in shock, "Hobie?"

Hobie 138 never had a good reason to crash out, this time he did. He quickly went to get hold of Miles while glaring at Hobs, "I swear to the damn Universe if you touched my Sunflower..." A menacing look from the punker.

Hobs picks his ears, "Pfft, relax."

Spider-Punk carries held Miles in his arms, "Sunflower, did you two?"

"NO! Geez, no way! I'm not ready for that!" Miles' felt so vulnerable with his body naked, he quickly went under the sheets, "Can I at least get some clothes!"

Hobs smirks at Hobie, "I can some that'll fit. You missed out, bruv! Me and him had a great sleep."

Hobie was about to bash his variants brains in, "Oi, what you mean by that, dipstick?"

Hobs stood up being a bit bigger than Hobie like he got more muscle compare to him and he's taller. "Heh, name calling all because I got him in my bed? Trust me, he wanted to sleep with me." Adding jabs to the 70s punker variant, before going back to one of his drawers to pull out a large sweater. "Oi, Miles. Here, this is more your taste?" He tossed the oversize bright yellow sweater.

"Oh thanks!" The Spider-man saw the sweater on the bed and quickly put it on. His big eyes avoid his friend before saying, "Can you guys please stop? It wasn't like that..." Though he wanted to. God, he wanted to!

Of course, he won't tell Hobie that.

Hobie went over to touch Miles' ears, "Aren't you going to tell me what happened?"

"It's a bit embarrassing..." Miles mutters.

"He got turned into a dog- a cute one at that." Hobs said.

"I wasn't talking to you." Hobie snaps at him.

"Fine." Hobs rolled his eyes.

"GUYS STOP! Geez, what's with you two?" Miles growls showing off his dog fangs at them.

The two stares at him looking so darn cute instead of menacing. Miles fluffy tail and ears didn't help to the "scary" look, too. Both of the punkers felt their cheeks warm at the sight.

"Cute..." They thought.

Hobie touches Miles' ears feeling the curly fur being so soft, "Cloud..." It's like he's touching a cloud.

Miles pouts, "Can you guys focus! I got turned into a dog. Now I got this problem." His tail slowly wags. "I wanna get back to normal."

Both of the bunkers glance at each other deciding on a truce. Then, they snuggle their Sunflower not wanting him to change back. "GUYS!" Miles whines feeling them petting his head. They couldn't help but admire their Sunflower acting like a dog.

The way he wag his tail when he gets happy or his ears twitching. When Hobie snuggles against Miles, "Hobie, yours so warm!" Miles whines.

"You're so adorable, luv. Look at you!" Hobie didn't want to let him go.

Hobs playfully tug on Miles' dog collar, "Heh, I think he looks yummy. How about a kiss?"

"Over my bloody dead body! Fuck off, mate." Hobie growls.

"I just want to get back to normal!" Miles said out loud being played a tug of war with the two punkers. It's like this is from a weird romantic novel!

Later...

Miles finally turns back to normal while the two punkers were depressed. They miss their cute poodle named Morales.

A Cute little Poodle named Morales 1

(AN: This is for my friend @heiibo a Christmas gift! Happy New Year ya'll!)

On Earth 42

"This is so bad! So-so bad!" Miles dodges a laser aimed at him being surprised by the rookie anomaly aiming at him and only him. "Why he's aiming it at me?"

"Morales focus! You can't let him get to you!" Miguel said over the earbuds.

Gwen and Pavitr were swinging towards the large massive laser weapon made to destroy the moon in this universe.

"Dude, this guy is crazy! Haven't he seen Moon Fall?" Ben shouted out loud as he uses his webs to hit the villain's goons.

Hobie came flying with a hard swing with his electric guitar as he hits a few of the enemy's gang members. "Oy, you good Peter Pan?"

"Hahaha, you act like this isn't my first time-" Miles got hit by a large metal bar, "Ugh!"

"Miles?" Gwen shouted for him.

Hobie asked, "You good?"

"Shut up, man!" Miles quickly got up with a simple toss of the metal bar, it weights nothing to him. "That was a practice run."

Hobie burst out laughing, loving his friend's enthusiasm. "Sunflower, remember it's all in the palms."

"Pfft, and you should remember it's all in your knees." Miles rans passed him and jump in the air, he launched his special electric powers to surf through midair.

"Huh! OW!" The punker got kicked in the shin losing his balance. With an angry growl, he swung hard at the enemy's henchmen. "That doesn't count!"

"Pero flaco, querías seguir la pista." Miles chuckles as he went after the main anomaly.

"Focus, you two. This is not a game! The fate of this Universe depends on us!" Miguel shouted as he fought with the larger henchmen that were experimented on to be big monsters.

"MWAHAHAHA! Soon, I will get you and your stupid Spider friends and the world will be mine." The nerdy villain shouted with loud laughter, he twist the knobs of his laser gun, "This time I won't miss." He aims at Miles while trying to get away from him.

Miles quickly dodges every laser blast while following the villain from the main warehouse. The young villain lead Miles to an abandoned projects, away from the other Spider-men.

"Miles don't go too far. He must stay within our route!" Miguel said through the earbud.

"I got him! Don't worry he's right where I need him!" Miles decided he'll use his webs to tangle the anomaly.

"Oi, Brooklyn don't go too far. The bloke would trap you if you don't watch out." Hobie said through their earbuds.

Miles rolled his eyes at the punker, lately Hobie been babying him trying to give him guidance. It's a bit annoying to say the least. His friend keeps touching him like his hand on his waist or sometimes hand resting on his lower back. Sometimes he's super clingy to the point his best friend, Ganke would ask if they were in a relationship.

It would be wrong of him to assume since he's secretly bisexual and he knows the punker is always touchy friendly with everyone he's friends with. He hugs Gwen and Pavitr all the time, he likes to playful flirt with everyone and he's always snuggling with his own best friends. It's something Hobie always did around anyone he's close to, so it would be wrong for Miles to think that the punker find him attractive.

"I got this, Hobie! I've done this plenty of times." Miles sounded very annoyed, the palms of his hands started to consume electricity being ready for his next move.

"Whoa, easy Peter Pan. I'm only givin' you a bit of a tip." Hobie senses his friend's tone.

"You don't need to snap at him, Mi!" Gwen noticed her friend's attitude against Hobie.

Miles said, "I didn't snap. I know what I'm doing."

"Actually, you kinda of did, my dude." Pavitr added.

"What? How?" Miles arched his eyebrows being confused.

"You sound like you're mad at me. I'm only give you advice, Brooklyn." Hobie mumbles.

"Well, I appreciate the uhh- shit," Miles couldn't focus on their conversation when he's focusing on the anomaly. "I'm busy at the moment, we'll talk about this when I'm done." He rolled his eyes trying to focus on the mission but his friends wanted to bring this up.

"To be fair, Miles... you been mean to Hobie lately." Pavitr finally admit.

"Yeah, dude. Is something wrong?" Gwen asked. Miles had a feeling his old crush had a massive crush on the punker. From what he can tell, it seems like she still likes Hobie. So now, here she goes trying to protect him.

"Oi, did I upset you or sumthin'?" Hobie finally asked as he wack his electric guitar at another henchmen.

"Guys, can- Ugh, I don't have time for this." He rolled his eyes as he mute himself from the conversation. Was he being mean to the punker lately? If anything, Miles only conclude he's only snappy from all the missions, homework, and dealing with his family. Then he has to maintain his own social life as Miles Morales at his school.

There's so much going on for him. Maybe he was upset at the punker because his life seems so much easier than his. Not to mention how well liked he is. Miles could be a little jealous, but he would never admit that.

"Hey, you freak! Pay attention to me instead of your stupid Spider friends!" The young anomaly shouted being a little brat.

"Geez, we get it, man. You wanna rule the world." Miles sighs being exhausted, he swings toward the villain.

Right in the moment, the anomaly lift his the laser gun at Miles, the Spider-man in black and red quickly uses his electric powers with the palm of his hand to struck the villain's abdominal area. "AHHHH! YOU CHEATER!" The rookie anomaly shoot his laser gun at Miles.

There was a loud explosion on top of the abandoned building causing all the Spider-men to look over from the abandoned warehouse. "Miles!" Gwen shouted as the team quickly finished up tying up the henchmen and rush over to the building.

The massive smoke slowly cleared out. "Ughh, what happened?" Miles slowly his eyes feeling a massive headache, "Ughh, my head. Where am I?" He felt small little body slowly moves on all fours, "Huh? What?" He saw everything being four times bigger than him, then he looks down seeing brown curly fur covering two tiny paws.

He tries to gasp in shock, instead the sound of barking came out of his mouth. "BARK! BARK!" What?

"Hey wake up!" He barks out loud. He quickly went over to the knocked out villain seeing the shiny metal showing his reflection. "WHAT!" A loud shrill bark came out of him, his large Honey brown eyes widen.

He's a little fluffy cloud fur ball of a brown poodle, he jumps with his four little legs in shock. "Oh shitshitshit! I'm a dog! Somebody help! Help!" The little brown dog barks in cute little yelps like one of those puppy toys. His tiny body would hop every bark.

"Oh no, I need my watch. Where is it?" He panics realizing his Gizmo is missing from his paws, he quickly rushes back to where he was knocked out. "My watch!" He found it seeing how it's a bit big for his paw.

His furry brown paw placed the middle of his bracelet of his Gizmo, saw it automatically matching to him. "Oh, it fits! Thank god for Lyla being so damn smart!" He prance around at his mini watch on him, he didn't need to worry about glitching out.

Then a large shadow looming over him, "Hmm?" The small brown dog looks up in fear for the moment seeing the large figure floating up on a hoverboard.

"What's dis?" The large slim figure dressing in a Cyber punk style with long dreads filled with golden and silver cuffs and some bright purple beads. His voice dark and deep that sends chills down Miles' little body.

He remove his metal Prowler helmet with a push of a button. His faced revealing a slimmer very chisel Hobie Brown with Heterochromia eyes; left eye bright Purple and the right eye dark brown almost black. "What do we have here?" His hoverboard disappeared as he landed on the building roof, his heavy boot thudding sounding very heavy.

Miles' ears twitched at the heavy thuds with metal accessories clinging and jingling against each other. He met this Hobie through Miles 42, supposedly the Cyber-punk was known to be a Copycat Prowler so he can get away with stealing. The punker is a well known in the underground criminal groups being highly respected with his works and an excellent inventor.

"Hahaha," He went over to the knock out villain, "Hmm, looks like he's been taking care of." Hobs, which Miles likes to call him, pulls out a Spider Society net to capture the anomaly. Then his metal claws tap on his own Gizmo to send out to Miles 42, "Hey," His rasp deep voice sends another tingle through Miles, "I found'em. Looks like yur twin knock his ass out, but he ain't around, cuz."

This Hobie Brown had more of Brooklyn accent to him. Miles sat down with his head tilted being amazed by the differences of Hobie 42 and Hobie 138. The little poodle staring at Hobs talking to Miles 42.

"He's not my twin! We're variants!" Miles 42 said as a matter of fact, "Anyway, I told his team about it. Send me the coordinates and let him know to get back to Spider Society."

"He's not here," Hobs stood looking dark and alluring with his physique making him look like a model. Miles is practically drooling at how hot Hobs is looking from his angel, his eyes fixated at his tight black tank top showing off his well toned body, those visible abs with tattoos all over got him hot and bother.

Goddamn, he's so hot.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S NOT THERE! Ugh, whatever. I guess he went home. I'll let his friends know." Miles 42 hung up with a bored toned.

Hobs let out an amusing chuckle, then he turns his head over to the little dog. "Now, the question is... what are you doing here, little one?" He picked up the brown puff ball being so gently with his metal claws.

Miles shivers for the moment then he barks, "Help! Help! I turned into a dog!" His little puffy tail wags in panic, his cute puppy face and big eyes got Hobs thinking.

"Cute..." Hobs' eyes gleams at the adorable dog, then noticed the watch, and said, "What's dis?" His metal claw tap on the watch of the paw.

"Arf! Arf!" The dog quickly bite the metal claw in defense. "Don't break it!" Miles being protective of his Gizmo, this is life or death here!

Hobs arched his eyebrow, "Alright. Alright, I won't touch it." He pets the dog's small head, "I'll take you back to my pad." He jumps making his hoverboard appeared below his feet, hovering in mid-air.

Miles huffs being too exhausted to try to communicate to him. All his energy wasted from the fight, and his small body seems to be weak from all the moving around. Hobs saw the dog yawns before lowering his head down. "Tired, huh? You must be hungry, too." His claw gently scratch the dog's neck, he put on his Prowler helmet back on him.

Hobs took his leave with the small brown dog back to his pad, it's on a secret penthouse up on some raving club. He had his own invention lying around, the place looked like a wore down penthouse with a touch of Hobs' punk style. Miles never saw his home, yet it's exactly how he imagines it. Hobie 42 placed the brown dog on an old couch with wore out leather, some of the sponge popping out.

"I guess, he can't get away from the old life." Miles thought to himself, he figures the punker had the same background like Hobie 138. Probably homeless for a while before he had this lifestyle.

The small brown dog watching with his Honey-brown eyes at Hobs removing his gear, he saw the burned mark from his shoulder to his forearm being covered in tattoos. Miles stood with his tail wagging at the long sleeves of tattoo, then saw Hobs removing his black tank top wanting to be shirtless.

Miles watches him reveal his fine abs and pecks, he got to see a belly button piercing with a green gem stone on it. "Oh GODDAMN!" His tail showing his excitement more than anything.

His little dark nose smells weed, beer and cheap cologne from the punker. Hobs ties his long dreads in a low lazy ponytail, then he went to the kitchen to get his yesterday takeout. Then he heard loud barking, "Hey, guys! Miss your pops? Hehehe, I bet you do." Hobs had two large Rottweilers in another room with a dog gate to prevent from going into his space. "Sorry, we got a little guest. I'm afraid you'll tear him up."

Miles peaks to find these massive scary dogs barking so loud, he quickly hid in one of the cushions. "Awe, man. I can't fight them. I'm so tiny!"

Hobs petted his boys before giving them kibble and mushy meat from a canned for dogs. "Here you go!" He saw his dogs going crazy for their meal. "Hahaha, good dogs."

Then he put his cold takeout in a microwave, his eyes glances over the small dog. "Almost forgot. Here."

Miles look at the small doggy bowl filled with wet mushy meat and kibble. "Uhhh, no thanks!" He's not eating dog food, his paw pushes the bowl away from him and he huffed.

Hobs arched his eyebrow, "You don't like?"

The brown puppy turns away, he curled himself into a ball. Hobs shrugs, "Alright, but don't come crying to me for food." He gave the bowl to his two big dogs. Then he got his warm up takeout, it happened to be Chinese food; chow men, fried rice with some spicy chicken and beef with broccoli. The punker went to sit on his couch and put the television on to watch a movie called Alien. His plastic fork dig through the chow mein, while he lift some noodles to his mouth.

Miles' nose wiggles, "Awe, is that Chinese food!" His stomach growled at the delicious smell, "Mmm, I love Chinese food. Share some with me!" He quickly went up to Hobs with tiny paws on his knees.

Hobs hears whimpering sounds, he looks at the brown dog with those cutely eyes staring at him. "What?" He chews his beef and broccoli.

"Please, can I have some beef!" Miles whimpers with his tail wagging as he tilt his head.

"Oh, I see. Sorry, pup. In Hobie's crib, dogs don't eat human food. I told you to eat your own." Hobs said, he sat down hearing the small whimpers and cries.

Miles wanted Chinese food and he will get it by any means necessary! So he began to get closer to Hobs' face, "Arfff."

Hobie sat down staring at his television, he sighs why is this dog so darn cute? "Hmmm..." Normally, Hobie 42 is the alpha and firm with his dogs, but this little pup.

"Arrrooooo," The brown dog whimpers so more, then hops on his lap to lick the punker's face. Hobie stares at the brown poodle's big gleaming eyes.

Hobie sighs, "Alright. Alright. But only today you're getting this. Tomorrow is pure kibble." He pets the dog's head, "Hmm what should I call you. We got time to name ya."

"Ohh yeah, scratch me there." Miles' eyes twitches enjoying a good scratch. He happily barks waiting for his food.

"You're a little spoiled, eh? A brat I would say."

"Hmm?" Miles turns his head at Hobie with pout, "No, I'm not!"

When the punker took some beef to feed the small pup, he saw the brown dog quickly eating most of his take out. "HEY! I said you can have a little- Awe, never mind." He let the dog eat the rest of the Chinese food not even being bothered by it. "Looks like I'll spoiled you."

"Arf!" Miles happily ate before he jumps on the couch with tail wagging.

"Looks like you need a bath." Hobie took the small dog getting ready for a bath.

The two sat in a warm tub enjoying their bubble bath. Miles happily rest his head on Hobs' chest seeing two nipple piercings. He felt his body being scrubbed down. Hobs chuckles, "Good dog."

"Mmm, he makes a great dog owner." Miles felt his body so warm and toasty by his bath. Sleep caught on with his eyes being super heavy.

When he got his body dried up, he saw Hobs wearing a white towel wrapped around his thin waist showing off a bit of his happy trail. "And he's such a fine man, too." Miles couldn't help but watch Hobs changed, he got to see everything and he means EVERYTHING! "Wow, he's packing!" Miles had to admit he does like hair down there, and the tattoos on Hobs' butt is so appealing to him.

Hobie saw the dog watching him put on his boxer, he arched his eyebrow at the dog. It felt like the dog was staring at him a bit too long. "He's a dog, Hobs." Though he wonders... he glances at the shiny watch on the pup's right paw.

Then, the punker put his dreads in his black bonnet, and went through his drawer, "Hmm. I might need to put a collar on you. Hmm, red and black or white or black?" He holds two dog collars in different colors.

"Do I have to? Think Miles. Think! This is crazy, but we must be smart here." Mile didn't like the idea of wearing a dog collar, "If I end up running off to God knows where, someone will put me in a shelter!" He sighs through his nose unaware of Hobie 42 watching him, "Looks like I'll be a dog for a while... unless tomorrow I can try to talk to Hobs about this- if I can!"

"Heh, it's a bit weird... you look like you're actually thinking about this." Hobie chuckles in amusement.

The brown dog quickly put his paw on the black and red collar. "Alright, nice choice. You know, you remind me of someone... someone with a great smile and cute eyes." Hobs went to put the dog collar on the little poodle.

"What? WHO!" Miles felt his tail wagging faster and faster, "IS it me! Or Miles 42 or someone else!"

"Hahaha, looks like you're curious on who, I can't give you away my secret." Hobs went on with a deep chuckle. "But I will give you this, he reminds me of a pretty Sunflower."

Miles felt his who body turned red being super flustered, "SO it is me!" Hobie 138 likes to call him, Sunflower from time to time. His small tail keeps wagging.

Hobie patted the small dog's head, "Okay, enough of talk. I got a big day tomorrow. You need to rest on the couch."

"Couch? No, this bed will be fine." The little poodle rushes to one of the large pillows to lay his head and his small body wiggle down the thick quilt being ready.

"Looks like you decided to stay here with me. I'm a bit touch, little pup." Hobs couldn't help but laugh. This dog is cute. The punker went over to his side of the bed to sleep.

Miles watches him slowly fall asleep the moonlight hit him like he was a majestic prince even with all that piercings on his face. Hobie had piercings on his bottom lips, one septum piercing, two on his left eyebrow, and so many on his ears. "He looks so godly like this." The brown dog slowly went up to snuggle against Hobs feeling his warmth, he's such a heater.

The dog curled up on the young man's chest finally taking his own snoozing. Miles can worry about this another day.

(Part 2)