flower punk

hobie helps

as miles opened the mini-fridge, he realized that it was empty. He had nothing to eat, and he was too weak to make it to the cafeteria. He sat down on the bed, his head in his hands, feeling lost and defeated.

It was then that he remembered what he had been trying to forget: that he was owned by Hobie. And he knew that Hobie would never let him starve, never let him suffer. He felt like he was trapped, with no way out.

"Hobie," Miles whispered to himself, his voice filled with desperation. "I need your help. I'm starving."

It was a moment later that his phone rang. He picked it up, his heart racing, hoping that it was Hobie.

And it was.

"Don't worry, my kitten," Hobie answered, his voice soft and soothing. "I'll take care of you."

Miles's heart pounded as he listened to Hobie's words. He had been so focused on being Spider-Man and trying to keep Hobie away, that he had forgotten his own needs. He needed Hobie's help, and Hobie was there for him, just as he had always been.

Miles took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts and steady his shaking hands. "Thank you, Hobie," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know what I would do without you."

"Don't worry, my kitten," Hobie replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll always be here for you."

Miles took another deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "I'm so hungry," he admitted, his voice filled with shame. "I haven't eaten in days."

"I will bring you some food right away," Hobie promised, his voice filled with conviction.

"Thank you, Hobie," Miles whispered, his voice filled with gratitude.

"Always," Hobie replied, before hanging up the phone.

Miles sat on the bed, his head in his hands, trying to catch his breath. He knew that Hobie was always there for him, but he also knew that he couldn't go on like this forever. He had to find a way to break free, to be his own person again.

But for now, he just needed to eat. And Hobie was going to provide him with what he needed.

As Miles's stomach growled, he couldn't help but wonder if he was going to have a baby. Miles started to wonder if the baby he was carrying was going to be a Spider-Prowler

Suddenly, Miles's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. He looked up, surprised, as Hobie walked in, a tray with food in his hand.

"Here you go, my kitten," Hobie said, a smirk on his face. "I brought you some food."

Miles's eyes widened in surprise. "Thank you, Hobie," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I can't believe you brought me food."

"Of course, my kitten," Hobie said, his voice filled with a sense of superiority. "I can't have you starving, now can I?"

Miles took the tray from Hobie and started to eat, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until he started eating, and now he felt like he could finally think.

As he finished his food, he couldn't help but wonder what Hobie was planning next. He knew that Hobie was going to want something in return for his kindness, and he was terrified of what that might be.

But for now, he was just going to enjoy the food and try to enjoy the moment.

"Thank you again, Hobie," Miles said, his voice filled with sincerity. "This means a lot to me."

"Don't mention it, my kitten," Hobie said, his voice filled with a sense of amusement. "I'll always be here to take care of you."