Hobie Brown Partying With Latina!reader

Hobie Brown partying with latina!reader<3

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I’m already giggling about this shit and haven’t even started it 🤭 just picture that emoji cause that’s how i look rn. This is written from my perspective which is from a mexican living in Mexico going to 100% mexican perreos!!!

-It took a while to convince him to be honest

-Don’t take it the wrong way though!! He’s supportive and go ahead, perrea hasta el suelo but it’s just not his scene

-He’s not a reggaetón hater, he believes every type of music has a merit to it!! BUT ITS JUST NOT HIS SCENE

-Hacerle ojitos was enough to convince him lmao

-“Mi amor please! I want you to meet my friends” You whined, looking up at him all dressed up for the party that started in about thirty minutes. How could he say no when you were looking so pretty? “Shit ‘aight” He muttered, leaving to do his makeup as you kissed his cheek sweetly

-Now when y’all get there

-HE’S ASTONISHED TO SAY THE LEAST

-Yeah sure, mosh pits were crazy and the pubs he frequently attended were also wild but seeing

-People making out with a stranger then the next, some couple basically fucking in the couch next to the door, a girl downing shots like there was no tomorrow, besos de tres, and most importantly; el perreo.

-My man gets shy n shit like he holds your hand. pls help him no entiende nada

-Your friend approaches you with two plastic cups with some golden liquid that didn’t even reach the half of the cup. “Hey Hobie! Nice to meet ya’, my name’s Martha. Tengan, para ambientarse and getting the party started for you two!”

-Hobie thought it was dumb to drink so little of something, even more when he saw how effortlessly you downed your shot. “What’s this shit?”

-Tequila. It was Herradura. Now he knows why you pour so little for a single shot.

-HE WAS WHEEZING, SPILLING HIS GUTS OUT AND ABSOLUTELY BAFFLED BECAUSE HOW DID YOU DRINK THAT WITHOUT EVEN FLINCHING?????

-Your male friends definitely laughed a bit at that, pero en buena onda, they know how important Bee is to him so they’d never be mean to him hehe

-“Ay cabrón, Martha le dio tequila?” One of your friends say while laughing, his arm rounding your boyfriend’s tall figure “Sí, no soportó” You laugh back, kissing Hobie softly

-Your friends got to know him, silently questioning his intentions and stuff but not like they’re your parents. They mean well!! They just want their friend to be happy with this new dude, and some of them are men, so they definitely know how shit they can be

-“So this is what usually happens?” He asks, looking around as he takes it all in “Yup” you nod, popping the ‘p’ and smiling “I love it”.

-He found it all very freeing; no one judging, everyone moving as they pleased and drinking like hangovers weren’t real. No labels, no consistency. Just fun.

-Then… your friends pulled you to the circle to dance

-And he was done for.

-Seeing how you moved your hips in circles (something he was now sure was sort of a generic gift) changed his life forever

-You danced with your girlfriends, making a line of grinding and twerking from time to time. Some of their boyfriends reaching out to dance with them

-“Holy shit” Hobie muttered, entranced by how you ass moved in those shorts “Yeah, it’s something else” One of your friends who was now friends with Hobie (bonding over playing vodka beer pong) answered.

-“Try to dance with her man, I know you’re foreign and stuff but I don’t think Y/N/N would mind teaching you”

-His feet take him to you before he knows

-“Want me to teach you, love?” You shout so he can hear you over the music, and he just nods with a smile, holding your hands

-“Your work is just moving with me with your hands on my hips, look at Martha and her boyfriend”. He noticed how your best friend’s boyfriend kept a tight grasp on Martha’s hips, going down with her and up again if she did.

-Hobie replicated his moves and soon he got the hang of it

-Big, ring-clad fingers holding your waist tightly as he loosened his hips and felt your ass grinding against his crotch. You can feel how his tall figure looms over you, towering your smaller frame and you love it.

-As he gets more confident, he starts pulling you closer, kissing your neck from time to time and pulling away for a bit so you can scream some lyrics with your friends and then go back to him.

-It's safe to say he has a boner, yeah

-To you? It felt like an absolute dream! Imagine him grinding behind you to some track of Un Verano Sin Ti as he sings along to some of the chorus’s lyrics <3

-You got wasted, danced the night away, he perfected his spanish and you accomplished your dream; ver a Hobie Brown, el punk, perreando.

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I know for sur hobie likes to have his back scratched for him and he's super obnoxious about it, maybe a small prompt on that, I'd die if you did it 😭🩷

omg anon your mind >>> i love this so much, like i view hobie as such a cuddlebug already but back scratches in particular??? his bread and butter fr.

he totally lives for a back scratch, he’s like a cat😭💜

imagine you’re just chilling in your room, not actually watching some random show and he comes in through the window and he’s got his bag slung over this shoulder so he can spend the night

imagine his voice as he greets you with a “‘ey, love” and it’s sounds all rough and deep but his tone is so soft and gentle because he’s talking to his girl

imagine how he’ll melt into your touch when you trail your hand up and down his strong back, nails lightly scratching the surface and it feels so so good on his skin

imagine hobie, who buries his face in your chest, and is perfectly at peace for once and at home in your arms

imagine hobie who mumbles and wiggles a bit whenever you stop scratching his back, who will pull your hand back and put it where he wants you to scratch

imagine hobie who falls asleep when you scratch just right even though he denied being tired just five minutes ago

imagine hobie who loves back scratches from you

★ thinking about hobie brown’s slow-but-sure tactics to get you to turn full rebel.

thinking about how hobie will invite you to his piercing and tattoo appointments, to both gauge your reaction to a potentially new look (he’s always gassed after a new piece of jewelry or tattoo design) and nudge you to get one with him. he’ll try and coerce you with the promise of you looking stunning and sweet sentences like “it’d suit you perfect, yeah?” he’s only managed to convince you once, and that was when the two of you got matching nose rings. he’ll even do you the honor of buying a tattoo or piercing kit and doing it himself, if that makes you more comfortable.

thinking about dancing subtly with him anywhere and everywhere he happens to hear music, him telling you there wasn’t a good reason to be embarrassed about it because society looking at you like an idiot means nothing to him and it shouldn’t mean anything to you, either - in his apartment from a stereo, at a concert with deafening riffs and heart-pounding melodies, even in a convience store, when one of his favorites just so happens to trickle through the speakers.

thinking about how hobie brown is a rule-breaker, and will not subject himself to a boring meeting with miguel o’hara and his fellow spiders if he simply don’t feel like it. how he’ll take you by the hand or hook your arm with his or sprawl his lanky body over your shoulders and drag you away with a loud “yeah, we’re out. fun while it lasted,” to find something that will better suit his spontaneous whims.

thinking about his raw impudence and how, for better or for worse, he’s rubbed off on you. how he won’t hold back his snickering when he hears you quip back at miguel, the others standing speechless in a room of stunned silence, save for your boyfriend’s giggling. hobie relishes in the confused twitch of the older spider’s thick brow, flattened in a ‘what the hell did you just say to me?’ fashion. you and o’hara (who refuses to lose a verbal battle to someone who doesn’t know half the things he does) sass each other pretty another often after that, though the spiderman, knowing, curses hobie for corrupting you and molding you into another headache.

thinking about the goosebumps he gives you when he lifts you up or grabs you from behind, the wicked laughter that follows after you slap his arm and tell him that scared you! he tells you, “nah, you gotta live a little, sweets. ain’t you just lucky to have me, mmh? i’m gettin’ you to live. break you outta that shell, you little scaredy-cat.”

thinking about hobie brown, and how he only wants to see you happy and thriving.

A lot of people say they found Hobie annoying at first when he was establishing hs punk credentials ("I don't believe in teams or consistency/I'll do it but not because you asked me to/it's a metaphor for capitalism" etc.), but what they need to realize is that he's doing a bit. All Spider-people (except Miguel) become comedians when they're wearing the mask. Hobie happens to have a very dry sense of humor; so while he's masked up his jokes are self-aware exaggerations of 'the punk persona'. Not that he doesn't sincerely hold those beliefs (it's made clear he does when he helps sabotage Spider HQ's unethical trans-dimension surveillance network), just that "I don't believe in comedy! Just kidding!" is what you say when you know how most people perceive 'punks' and enjoy fucking with them a little.

hii, i saw you wrote for Hobie and i’m like bouncing off the walls rn, he’s so cool and there’s little to no fics or hcs for him :(

if you can, could you write some relationship hcs? (gn or male reader preferred!) i need more writing of this man 😭

if not that is totally okay!! ^^

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[safe for work relationship headcanons]

records fluff. scene in atsv mentioned. his comics are mentioned. idk, it's cute. pairings hobie brown / gn!reader

comments sorry this took so long lmao.

THE ANARCHIST SPIDER-MAN known as 'spider-punk'

being in a relationship with him is like a rollercoastar ride. its never boring, especially if your a spider-person or have superpowers.

this man would take you everywhere.

miguel doesn't want other people involved? oh the hell well, his partner is tagging along.

he's actually so goofy around you, and then acts super cool when your around other people, seeing the switch in person is hilarious.

and while he's so goofy, he might do something illegal, prepare yourself.

everytime he's in nueva york he'd steal something. once he stole couple of things from the base and made a homemade dimension bracelet thingy, so he could bring you along.

it also scared the shit out of you when he first grabbed you and just swung into another dimension.

"its a metaphor for capitalism" lines like that randomly get thrown out all the time and it makes you laugh every single time.

i think he'd be pretty touchy, except in public. he gotta keep up that image y'know.

he'd give you, your mini concert sometimes.

although, he probably wouldn't let you touch his guitar, at all.

speaking of his guitar, it makes you nervous everytime he plays it, because he's so impulsive. why does it make you nervous? because the thing can emit sound waves strong enough to break a fucking wall. (😭)

he just randomly does that shit. like in pavitr's world when he destroyed the barrier at alchimex.

impulsive

despite being impulsive, he's not dumb. he's actually a genius, and everytime he has these super genius moments it baffles you sometimes because your used to him being so damn goofy and SPIDERPUNK!!!🤟🏾

at every chance, he's causing chaos when it comes to power figures. especially when it comes down to president norman osborn in his world. cha-o-ticcc! (let's not even talk about the time with miles and miguel 😒)

when he's alone with you, he is a lot calmer though. like, he goes from 100 to like 50 when he's around you.

he likes spooning, preferably with you being the big spoon.

don't touch his jacket either.

if you have super fluffy hair he's mostlikely gonna play with it when its just the two of you. he always asks first though! he asks for a lot of things. (consent king🫡)

if you asked him to teach you how to play guitar, he would. and if you already knew how to play guitar or another instrument, you'd play together sometimes.

honestly, anything he does you tend to admire. (he teases you about it a lot lol)

sometimes, sometimes, he'll let you play in his hair. honestly, its relaxing for him, to feel your hands in his hair. bonus if your washing his hair. that's the most relaxed you'll ever get him to be, minus sleeping. even then, he probably yells in his sleep or smth.

he's actually the best boyfriend btw.

like, he's nor selfish. he's not that type of person, so he always tries to look out for your best interests while looking out for his.

he's actually so sweet &lt;3

also, if he leaves and he catches you wearing his jacket or pretending to be him in it, he is never. never. letting you live it down.

"didn't know you admire me so much, love." "what, gonna steal my jacket again and wear it to sleep?" "oh, don't get embarrassed now! you were the one snugglin' up in my jacket."

he strikes me as a person to either smell so fucking nice, like that perfect colone or he'd stink. there's no in between. like, the stink doesn't even have to be like 'garbage' stink. it could be like, 'super strong axe body wash' stink.

who the fuck knows. his hair is always going to smell good, though. he takes care of that bitch. (y'all saw that bitch in the theatre??? gorgeous)

he'd also be the boyfriend to give you home piercings or tattoos. and if you don't want him to do it, he's perfectly fine with that.

you two mostlikely have a matching tattoo though. he'd also, sit there a d comfort you while your getting pierced or tatted.

seriously, he's the best.

comments couldn't think of anything else at the moment. i might edit it, but here you go!

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paring: hobie brown x gn!reader

warnings: nothing rlly, just fluff and cheesy romance lol

a/n: made this for my friend so it might be a litttleee bad

summary: hobie sneaks into your room, waking you up from your sleep.

you flip around in your sheets, shielding yourself from the cold air escaping into your bedroom from the slightly open window. you bury your head into the pillow, dozing off into a deep sleep. as you roll around, a loud thud is heard from your rooftop — then follows a series of footsteps coming down towards the stairs outside your apartment. the window opens wider with a quiet squeak while a pair of boots hits the floor. you cover your head with the blanket. hobie chuckles, making an effort to walk over to you quietly, and slowly. he sits on the edge of your bed making sure to remove his jacket and shoes.

“hey,” he whispers as he leans into you. you don’t budge. his large hand travels to your arm, shaking you slightly. “love,” he whispers out again. you whine in protest. he laughs, sliding his hand down to your back. you turn your head, squinting into the darkness. “hobie?” you mumble. “mhm.” he says with a grin. “didn’t know you were goin’ to be asleep.” you shrug as you turn your whole body to face him. you scoot over to the wall, patting the empty spot next to you softly. he snickers as he settles himself next to you. he plants kisses from your forehead, then to your nose, your cheek, quickly to your lips, and all the way to your neck. you giggle at the sensation, pushing his shoulders away from you, teasingly. “i missed you,” he mutters as he hugs your waist. “really?” he looks down at you, jokingly furrowing his brows with a large frown. “yes, of course i missed you.”

you kiss him on the lips, “i missed you more.” he shakes his head. “i doubt that.” you roll your eyes, you take a moment to pull him closer, hugging him tightly. you listen to the faint heartbeat in his chest. his hand comes up to stroke the back of your neck. he leans down to kiss you again. you rub your eyes, yawing quietly. “i got no sleep last night,” he tilts his head, “mm, why’s that?” you look back up at him, “because your god awful band kept me awake aaallll niighhttt.” you mumbled, dragging out the last words. he laughs, “please, you love my band.” you hum in response. although you had been dating hobie for a while, you still had the same nervous knot in your stomach everytime he entered a room. the longer you looked into his eyes, the faster your face seemed to heat up. you turn away, hiding your smile into his shoulder. “what?” he chuckles. you shake your head, just laying in his arms quietly.

the peaceful ambience from the streets of london rattled against your open window, filling the room with the much needed noise. “you know, this is nice,” he said, his voice soft in the quiet room. you turned to him, meeting his gaze. “yea,” you replied, feeling a blush start to creep across your cheeks. “i’m glad we're doing this,” he said, looking at you with a small smile. you giggle awkwardly, “doing what, laying in the same bed?” he laughs sarcastically in response to your question. “no, no, i meant i’m glad we’re together like this. it’s…” he stops for a minute to think about his words. “…intimate,” you raise an eyebrow. “intimate?” you repeat back. “yeah, you know — i mean we’re cuddling, just yapping our ass off about how much we love each other.”

you both stare at each other for a moment, neither of you able to look away. “i’m the luckiest guy in the universe,” he said, breaking the silence. you beamed, feeling your heart beat in your chest, your hands resting on the back of his neck. “i can see you sweating.” he whispers. you scoff, “stop it, you’re ruining the mood.” he grins, leaning down in one swift movement, his parted lips found yours, and you melted into the kiss. you both laid there, absorbing each others presence, warm bodies pressed up against one another. his large hands roam around your body, softly squeezing at your waist. you wrap your arms around his shoulders in an attempt to get even closer. the space between you had disappeared — and only the faint noises of sighs escaped your mouths. when you finally pulled away, you both lay across each other, breathing heavily. “see what i mean? you’re too good for me.” he gives you a sly grin.

you couldn't help but return his smile. “yea, okay,” you replied, feeling content and love struck. your relationship with hobie seemed to have strengthened after the kiss you two had shared. you both curled up together, hobie holding you tightly as you drifted off back to sleep.

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