Can I Request Hobie Fluff With Fem Reader Have Fun With Plot Idm What Happens Or Even If Its Hcs

can i request hobie fluff with fem reader 😛 have fun with plot idm what happens or even if it’s hcs

this was one of the first requests i got, and i finally had an idea for it! ty for your patience :)

hobie brown x fem!reader

A few months ago, you bought an old digital camera at the secondhand store you frequented. You had recently managed to find a small and affordable apartment to move into, and you were excited to buy a few centerpieces and knickknacks to display throughout the quaint space you now called your own.

You weren't made of money, though, and the secondhand store had been a godsend, filled with a variety of items that almost made it too hard to choose.

In one of the hundreds of boxes scattered around the store, you found the small camera, and even though you were only looking for a vase for your living room, you decided to buy the camera, along with the small charger it came with and the very dirty pouch it was kept in.

When you showed Hobie your most recent purchase, he hadn't been too excited about it. "What 'd'you wanna take photos of?" he asked, not out of spite but genuine curiosity. "Special things," you had replied. "Pretty things," you added with a shrug.

Since then, you had taken a few pictures on the device; there were the few you had taken of the restless ocean upon visiting a small coastal city for the holidays, the pictures you had taken of your cousin in her prom dress because she looked so beautiful, and a few more in between you couldn't even remember taking.

Hobie seemed to enjoy using it more than you recently, though. Ironically so. The thing about his use of it, though, was that he only ever took pictures of you whenever he did use it.

You wouldn't lie, it flattered you, how he'd point the lens right at you and say "Smile for me," in a voice sweeter than honey itself. And you'd humor him, putting on your best smile for him—sometimes even showing teeth when you were in a good mood.

And he'd make a show of it every time. When the shutter went off and the picture was captured, he'd press a few buttons and turn the small screen towards you, showing you the picture with a prideful smile, like an artist displaying their best craft yet. "Look at that. Work of art," he'd add, and you'd just scoff, even though the comment never failed to give you butterflies.

"You never take pictures of anything else," you said one afternoon after he had just taken another picture of you working in the kitchen, stirring at a pan of sauce. You didn't look your best either; already in your pajamas with no makeup and ready to get into bed at any moment.

"It defeats the purpose of why I bought it in the first place," you added, scoffing when he turned the camera to you to show you the picture. You stared at the picture, then at him, as he turned the screen back to himself to give the picture a look.

"I said I was gonna take pictures of special things, remember?" you asked, and he hummed in agreement. "S'exactly what I've been doing," he said, still staring at the small screen of the camera, before his eyes met yours once again. "Can't think of anything more special."

noooo don’t turn me into a one dimensional facet of my personality and grossly misinterpret me to indulge in your ships nooooooo

husband material

a/n: I make no apologies, I made fun of Gojo a lot but I can't help making fun of the characters I kin ok...as you can tell I am unwell and clearly in love with one Nanami Kento. Please enjoy this purely self indulgent one shot that is just me ranting about how Nanami is the perfect man. n e ways- cw: some language and it eludes to sexual content, so you know the drill

"If you had to choose any sorcerer, who would it be?"

"Any sorcerer to what?"

"Like to date. If you had to choose," Gojo was leaning over the couch in the Jujutsu High lounge, wearing a smirk like he was confident in what your answer would be, "who would it be? And why is it me?"

You let out a laugh that's more mocking than genuine. "It would definitely not be you."

Gojo's jaw drops, like he can't believe it. For a very long time he's quiet - very unlike him - in utter disbelief. It had been a joke, but he was your best friend. If not him, then who? He needs to know.

Again, he asks. "So...who then?"

"Easy. Nanami."

"Nanami?!"

"Nanami."

"Why?"

"You're telling me you wouldn't date Nanami if given the opportunity?" You put your cellphone, giving up on the game you were playing seeing as Gojo was not going to let this go.

"That's not what I said." Gojo plops himself down at the opposite end of the couch, looking eager and ready for any new gossip he could wring out of you. "But I can't date myself, so therefore I would pick the next best option."

"He's definitely the best option."

"Respectfully disagree."

"That's fine." You shoot back. "Everyone is entitled to their wrong opinions. Especially you."

Gojo is once again silent. Until. "I hate you."

You can't help the chuckle that escapes.

"Why?!"

"Why what?"

"Don't be coy. Why Nanami?"

"I'm sorry," you give him a genuinely confused expression, "have you met the man? He's incredibly good looking, financially stable-"

"I'm also those things."

"Emotionally competent enough to hold a relationship for longer than three weeks-"

"That's...yeah ok, that's-"

"Is the type of man who gets along with both of your parents, so much so that they ask you every week when you're on the phone with them why the two of you aren't married or at the very least engaged yet-"

"This is getting very oddly specific."

"Radiates an aura that subtly screams 'I have a huge dick but I don't brag about it'"

"Clearly you've thought a lot about this."

"Somehow explains things without mansplaining them to you. Like if you were to ask him to explain how the stock market worked he would sit you down and make economics sound like the sexiest thing in the world while still remaining respectful."

"That's not fair. You know I'm bad at economics."

"I'm serious. He's like a total catch. Husband material. Dating isn't enough. If you date that man, it's endgame. He's already picked out the perfect ring and planned the entire honeymoon."

"Perfect is a strong word. Some would say it's too subjective even."

"He's the type of man to slow dance with you at 3 am in the kitchen of your upper class suburban home that he probably paid for in cash, while your two kids sleep soundly in their little bedrooms upstairs all tuckered out from your weekly family outing."

"Again. Very oddly specific."

"Face it, Gojo. Some men are just walking green flags." You stand and pat him on the shoulder, comforting him as he pouts. Clearly this wasn't the conversation he was hoping for. "But I have to get to my next class before my students get started without me, or Maki might accidentally give another kid a concussion. And I don't feel like explaining that to Yaga again."

Gojo waited until you were out of the room to huff in exasperation. "Psh. I'm a green flag."

"Yeah, if you're colorblind."

The sudden voice on the couch at the back of the room makes Gojo startle and jump in his seat.

Nanami lays just out of direct line of sight from the couch Gojo is sitting in, the one you were previously lounging on as well - so much so that Gojo has to lean over to see him lift the small folded towel from over his eyes.

This only sours Gojo's mood even more. "Well, I bet you're just so impressed with yourself right now."

Nanami lets the towel fall back over his eyes. "Don't feel bad Gojo," he can't contain his smirk, "not all of us can be husband material."

Sometimes you don't feel strong enough to face your problems. Some days the best you can do is exist. And that's okay. It's okay to just be for now.

personal n random Hobie Brown headcannons.

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a mix between x black!reader and just general headcannons / thoughts I have regarding his character. if you don’t agree with some of these, cool! Don’t tell me though bc I won’t care (/lh)

:: Hobie brown who throws himself onto you if he sees you in bed/on the couch without fail

:: Hobie brown who will eat whatever parts of your scran you don’t like. You hate pickles? He’ll happily take them off you when you take him out for a burger

:: Hobie who’ll just about eat anything you put in front of him so long as it’s seasoned appropriately, bro didn’t have the privilege to be picky ong

:: Hobie who gets choked up when he receives homemade/handcrafted gifts from his mates. the loose stitches n crumpled corners show him you care.

:: Hobie brown who has a shelf filled with bootleg copies of mainstream films. will look at you sideways when you tell him people pay to stream movies, refuses to use your account when you offer.

:: “Say what y’want about my collection- animation quality’s awful, directors choices are questionable but don’t act like it doesn’t bang every time you watch it”

:: Hobie whose book smart, public library was probably his best mate. means he’s got at least a few facts in a couple of obscure places. will list off resources at the drop of a hat if you tell him you want to read up on anarchist literature and black british (music, art) history etc.

:: Hobie brown whose on the aromantic spectrum!! That man is a pan-alterous icon heavy on the ALTEROUS. ATTRACTION. ‼️

:: Hobie brown who bites his nails despite them being painted to stop himself from biting them

:: Hobie brown who hooks you up when you express your interest in smoking weed, always making sure you practice safely/will happily check your shit for you if you source it from somewhere else

:: Hobie brown whose that friend who stops every 10 minutes when you’re out n about because he’s struck up conversation with someone who he thought had a sick fit on.

“Did you know them?”

“Nah mate- their hair looked wicked though, innit?”

“You were talking for half an hour…”

“Shit fr? Didn’t even get their name, ah well.”

:: Hobie brown who cackles at inappropriate moments during serious conversations- people swear he does it on purpose but he just finds humour in the weirdest shit?? Miguel could be talking about recent casualties and Hobie will be sniggering at his vocal inflection on the most irrelevant adverb.

:: in terms of music, a non-punk artist I see him fucking with is obongjayar

:: this nigga cannot cook. don’t try and convince me to say he can but anything that doesn’t involve simply microwaving it or adding boiling water my man is STRUGGLING.

:: but he is resourceful and creative though like let’s not lie- he’s got the brain power just not the success rate, you get me?

:: will let you brush out and do his edges for him when you’re bored at home- he doesn’t gaf if you use less popular black hair products or not- as long as his hair is CLEAN, smells good and is soft it could be eggs and mayonnaise and he’d let you use it on him (as long as it’s yk- ethical)

:: has an eclectic mix of beliefs n practices?? probably a reflection of the diverse community within London (or Old York) n the vast amount of people he knows in the spiderverse- I DUNNO he just seems very lax n down to try / learn abt whatever.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Loving a man like, (Hobie Brown)

Romantic/Relationship Hcs

Hobie Brown x fem!reader

AN: I see him as 19, at the youngest.

TW: Some references to suggestive themes, language.

Folks might think Hobie Brown is too wild for a committed relationship. They'll say "Oh, that guy's no good for a girl like you. He's probably got a girl for every day of the week he can chat up." You know different. You know, that deep down... deep in his soul... he's a dork.

Okay, but really, Hobie is too private with his heart to date or play around with people. When he commits to a person. He commits. And it can't be just anybody that pulls him from his shell. No matter how friendly he seems with Gwen and Pavi, that bond is from knowing right off the bat they are fellow Spider-Men and they understand that.

With you, Hobie started out as a friend. Then as a best friend. Then probably dipped into a friends with benefits type deal. And then, while laying next to you it just dawns on him "Aw fuck me, I'm in love with her." And Hobie will proceed to not tell you until you confess to him first. This could take multiple years.

Hobie is at his core, a gentle-hearted person. Which comes out with how he is with you. When you're alone, he's taking off his rings to run his fingers down your cheek. He likes to spend lazy morning sleeping in with you on his chest.

He believes everyone should be free to do as they like and that no one person is better than another. He saves lives because he knows he is uniquely capable of doing so, not because of a role he must fulfill. You admire this about him. His humility and his level-headedness. Because Hobie really is the coolest guy you know and while he's confident in himself, he is never smug.

Hobie will likely never call you his girlfriend or refer to himself as your boyfriend. Even after many years spent together, Hobie will not apply a label to you. He will, however, use pet names. Some Most of which are purposely silly. Like calling you "angel," or "babes," or even "darlin'". You honestly can't tell if he's joking or being serious with them anymore. One time he called you "Duckie," in his most posh accent possible and you laughed so hard you forgot what he was calling you for.

That said, Hobie rejects any attempt at using pet names or nicknames. He will act like he can't hear you. The biggest reaction you've ever gotten out of him was shouting "HOBART," from down the street and he turned to you in horror. To this day, he has no idea how you found out his legal first name.

While Hobie can be goofy, his flirtations are usually very solid. It's the confidence. He can say some of the silliest things but it just works on you. Sometimes when you're at parties or shows he'll come up to you and talk as if he's literally just meeting you for the first time. Just slinking up next to you saying "You're way too fit to be posted at this pub all by your lonesome. Mind if I take this spot?" You'll tease back with a quick "I'm waiting for my guy, actually. He's late." Hobie only grins back at you. He loves it when you play his games.

Hobie is not a holiday type of guy. He doesn't mess around with Christmas, Valentine's Day, New Year's, and especially not any holiday celebrating some dead fascist or colonizer. So, you know not to expect gifts or any major changes to your day with Hobie.

Now, your birthday? Different story. Not that he'll go to some shop and buy a normal cake with candles or whatever. Hobie is an acts of service and physical affection sort of guy. I can't explain it, but he looks like he gives good back rubs.

We also don't know for sure how he fixed the gizmo/goober/interdimensional watches. So we can assume that he's either very tech savvy or he knows a guy. I imagine Hobie comes into your house, sees that something is busted or broken, and just replaces it without saying anything. He's like a friendly cat.

He shares/just takes your jewelry all the time. Rings, earrings, bracelets, you name it. He'll give you anything he's wearing right back too. Not in a possessive way, but just an extension of holding hands. Hobie feels like he's carrying something of you with him like a good luck charm.

A major struggle with being with Hobie is that he keeps a lot to himself. No matter how much you two have been through. Hobie will always try to solve his problems on his own. Whether it's a mishap with the dryer, getting pinched by a cop, or trouble with the multi-verse. He's going to try to do it alone and without you knowing. Because it's what he's used to.

All that said, you are his favorite place to be. Wherever he is sucks unless you are there with him. And although you have your issues to sort out, he loves you. Once you both know that, there's no parting him from you. He's stuck to you like spray paint on a denim jacket, Duckie.