Hozier's Francesca (masterpiece) Started Playing In The Car When I Was Driving My Brother And He Only

hozier's francesca (masterpiece) started playing in the car when i was driving my brother and he only heard the first few seconds and said "hozier's songs all sound like they're his last. as if someone said 'the world is ending you can make one more song' and that's just what all his songs sound like"

he's right.

i hate how modern culture has kind of…pushed its narrative on fanfic. like, authors aren’t writing fic to be a product. they’re not writing it to please the public or make a profit off of it. they’re writing it for themselves and because they enjoy making people happy and sharing their stories with others. they’re not obligated to listen to any sort of suggestion/criticism/complaint/etc. because their fic isn’t a product. it’s not something you can rate. give kudos and leave a comment if you like it. scroll if you don’t.

Something Out of A Dream 

Giyuu Tomioka x Reader 

Warnings: None! just some sweet, sweet fluff ♡

Word Count: 4.0 K 

Summary: You’ve always been drawn to the stoic Water Hashira, but even after the two of you become friends, you still yearn for your relationship to blossom into something more. 

  It took some time for your relationship with Giyuu to grow into what it was today.

The blue-eyed male was known to be aloof, often distancing himself from others and leaving some of his fellow Hashira with a distaste for him and his reserved personality.

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Make out Sesh with hobie??

╰┈➤ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 ੈ✩‧₊˚

★ pairing: hobie brown x fem!reader

★ cw: smutty themes, explicit phases, talks about being high, hobie being a tease.

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 are always different, sometimes they turn out to be sloppy and rushed, while other times they are more gentle and slow. 

His hands wander around a lot while you guys are making out, and they usually end up on your tits squeezing them. He likes to pull you in his lap, and gently rub up and down your thigh, he knows you like it because you let out a happy little sigh every time. Sometimes he bites down on your lip playfully, just to hear you softly yelp in his mouth.

If you’re short like me then think about him towering over you, teasing you by bringing his lips inches away from yours, you think he’s going to kiss you but he doesn't. He just teases you by standing there and doing nothing. His lips look so pretty, he looks so pretty. You can see every little detail of his face. You absolutely can not deal with that so you lean forwards and smash your lips onto his. He would let out a surprised gasp before kissing you back with the same amount of passion. 

Another thing he loves is pinning you up against the wall and having full control of the kiss or him slotted in between your legs while you guys kiss on the kitchen counter, occasionally grinding his clothed cock against your pantie-covered cunt. 

Making out with him while he’s high is a whole new experience, he’d be 10 times more cocky and tease you way more than usual. He’d absolutely devour you, gripping you tightly and leaving hickies all over your neck.  

He likes seeing your dazed expression afterwards, lips all puffy and red with a string of saliva attached. 

Yeah… Hobie Brown is addicted to kissing you.

im word vomiting my headcanon list and id love to hear what you think!

*hobie gifting things that he finds to his partner like a crow. i can imagine they'd just randomly turn up, either on a desk or like they'll just find it in their bag or pocket, or that he'd just walk of and just hand it to them with no word *hobie fell for his partner hard, though he kept it pretty well hidden from everyone except pav starts calling his 'loverboy', eventually the nickname catches on to the point his future partner starts using it as well(either b/c they like it and thay're oblivious or they know exactly whats going on and are teasing him about it) *loves playful banter *nicknames for daaaaaays with his partner *hobie getting serious with a partner would be him gifting them something important, first thoughts are either a guitar pick of his or one of his favorite rings (its the most worn one he has, a simple metal one that you can literally feel the love thats gone into it. somehow it fits his partners finger perfectly)



i may be back with more, until then i salute you!

i agree with ur hc’s so much!! this is how i hc & tend to write hobie so, 100%! pls don’t hesitate if u think of anymore hehe

i’d love to expand! ~

- giving you gifts, to him, is like the ideal expression of love.

- because basically all of them are stolen, it’s a combination of his favourite things; stealing from big corporations, and seeing the beaming, heart-warming smile on your face when you open your bag and see a tiny trinket wrapped in newspaper.

- everytime you would come home, you’d find a new little addition to the house somewhere – notably: necklaces, rings, tiny ceramic statues or wooden decorations, pens, music (cd’s, vinyls, etc.) – especially if he’s been to camden market that day, his pockets would be full for you.

- when he started to fall for you, he low-key thought he was coming down with the flu.

- whenever you were around, his heart would flutter, his head dizzy and palms sweating – he considered getting medicine, until pavitr pointed something out.

- “how are you, loverboy?”

- “eh? you talking to me, pav?”

- “of course, hobie! little loverboy”

- “did you hit your head, bro?”

- pavitr would explain that he’d noticed hobie’s eyes glued to you whenever you spoke, hanging onto every word like gospel, and the way he flustered when you touched him, how he’d do anything in his power to be in your personal space.

- “shit.”

- “no! this is a good thing, my friend! love is the most bea—”

- “shit.”

- days went past of hobie avoiding you, he’d never been in love before, and it was scary to him

- his brain was only thinking of you, and he hated that he liked it. he hated that he wished for every thought to be of you.

- and he hated that he could see your body deflate when he avoided you, hated that your eyes looked sad when he turned away

- he hated that he liked loving you

- until, you caught him on his own one day, he was minding his business, relaxing on his lonesome whilst the others hung out in different dimensions.

- “hey, loverboy”

- a deer in headlights wouldn’t even come close to the shock on his face

- “loverboy?”

- loverboy? you were calling him loverboy?

- “yeah, loverboy, that’s you, isn’t it?”

- in all fairness, you were completely oblivious to the reason behind it – pav had simply just started calling him it when hobie wasn’t around, and it stuck

- “i-i guess so”

- clearing his throat, he willed his confidence back to the surface

- “you can call me anything you want, sweetheart”

- it wasn’t long before you were together, a gentle, but spontaneous kiss after a particularly dangerous mission one day sealing the deal between you both

- he was obsessed with you

- now he could be obvious about his feelings, he took that and ran with it

- his arm was essentially glued to your side, or over your shoulders, or anywhere where he could pull you in close to him

- he’d grab you by the belt buckles, dragging you towards him and welcoming you with a soft peck on the lips

- even in public, almost especially in public

- always have his hands in your back pockets, he says he hates the cliché-ness of it but he likes that he can hold you close whilst respecting your personal space – and he can feel your ass, but he doesn’t admit that outloud

- THE NICKNAMES.

- THE. NICKNAMES.

- this man is born and bred british, and over here we use nicknames more than actual names

- darling, sweetheart, love, lovely, all of those AND more are natural to him, anyway

- but he adds a special little “my” before them all now, now that you actually are his, and so “my darling”, “my love”, etc. are like a second name to you

- in bed, the nicknames would be even better, but i’ll leave that to your imagination…

- when things started getting a little serious, you’d been dating for months, all your friends and colleagues knew about him, your family as well (if you decide to tell them)

- you’re relaxing in hobie’s dimension, laying on his bed with your head on his shoulder, reading a book whilst he strums at his guitar softly. he’s humming a song you don’t recognise, but the sound of his deep melody was enough to lull you.

- “hey, love?”

- you hum in response

- “i wanna give you something.”

- sitting you up, he’d lay his guitar down and face you, grabbing your hand and bringing it to him

- “what are you—”

- he’d fiddle with his own hands for a second, before twisting his favourite ring off his index finger

- “here.”

- “hobie, are you—”

- “i’m not proposing, don’t worry. weddings are just a social nuisance that give us one more way to control each other. no. this is better.”

- you tilt your head and watch him, as he slides his ring onto your middle finger

- “it’s just a promise.”

- “a promise?”

- “a promise that i love you, and that i’m yours, innit.”

- “oh, hobie.”

- you cry a tiny bit

- and he hugs you tightly, kissing your forehead

- that’s when he knew it was serious with you, not only because of how he was so obsessed with you, and his heart melted at your touch, but because when he saw you with the ring on, his ring, his person, it just felt right. he didn’t ever wanna see you without it, or without him.

- “hey, hobie, did you mean what you said about marriage? you don’t wanna marry me one day?”

- “hey, i said i hate weddings. nothing about marriage. not if we do it our own way, you know?”

i love him so much. also pls stick around, couple of one shots & fics will be out this week!!! sorry they’re taking ages hehe