Hobi ^^

Hobi ^^

A few days ago my mom was doing what tumblr calls “floor time”. And she was calling it meditation and then she did stretching and then she just laid there in the middle of the living room. She calls it exercising and self-care. So I thought “huh the neurodiversity really runs through this family.” But I’m also like I love you so much, please never change, yes it is self-care, yes it is meditation, yes it is stretching and relaxing and doing nothing and it is floor time. You are so right. Take that floor time in your hands and chill and just be there for a while. You do you. I love you for taking that time.

To the people reading this need some floor/meditation/stretching/relaxing time today, do it, call it whatever you need to call it if you don’t want to feel like it is weird to lay on the floor for a while. If you can’t use the word “resting” without feeling unproductive, even if you keep affirming to yourself it productive to rest or if you don’t have energy to do affirmations, make it about doing something, like using the words “recharging”, “cooling down”, “meditating”. Because if it makes you feel good, it really is about all of those things! Give yourself that time.

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."

Could i request Hobie w/ reader who struggles with expressing their emotions?🫶

𝐇𝐢𝐦 <𝟑 . ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐏𝐭. 𝟖

ღ I’m not gonna lie, I had such a hard time thinking of how I would portray the reader since there are multiple reasons as to why someone would struggle with expressing themselves, but I ultimately decided on making the reader reclusive, quiet, and VERY awkward. Shout out to my introverted and socially awkward followers, we’re in the same sinking boat 🔥

ღ This kind of strayed from the original request so that’s MY BAD (me when ADHD)

ღ Also, here’s the update on the votes for the next series— It’s currently tied between Miles (both 1610 and 42) and Pavitr Prabhakar, BUT, Spider Noir is currently in the lead. The voting ends when I post part 10 of ‘Him’, and that’s when I’ll choose the winner. So if you haven’t already, go ahead and vote here

ღ Good lord i’m running out of banners, maybe this is my sign to do another profile theme change

ღ Pervious part can be found here !

• It’s a mystery to everyone as to how you and Hobie started dating, given that you both are polar opposites. And to be honest, you have no idea how you managed to bag him either LMFAO.

• You probably met him at the local record store while you were browsing through some of your favorite albums when Hobie suddenly came up to you, asking if you knew where a certain artist was. You didn’t respond to his question for a good couple of minutes, since you were still trying to comprehend the fact that a fine ass, 6’3, punk lover was actually talking to you and you weren’t dreaming.

• When you did respond, your answer came out in a jumble of loud incoherent words (y/n ahh 😭). Of course he didn’t understand what you were saying, so you repeated yourself MUCH quieter, and that didn’t help at all.

• In the end, you just pointed to where the albums Hobie wanted were located before hastily turning around while cursing yourself for fumbling so badly.

• I like to think that Hobie often hangs out with loud and extroverted people, so seeing someone that was the complete opposite of that was refreshing for him (no matter how awkward the situation was). And honestly, Hobie found it cute that he made you react like that from just him talking to you.

• So when you were at the counter paying for your albums, best believe that Hobie came up and payed for your shit as a way to engage in conversation. You did NOT know how to react to that, especially when Hobie only winked and slid you the receipt. He turned it over, which revealed a collection of numbers in messy hand writing.

• “Go head and add my number f’me, love” Your jaw dropped, causing Hobie to chuckle before he pushed himself off the counter waving goodbye to you before exiting the store.

• It took you awhile to actually message him, since you had no clue what to say. But talking to him on phone was much easier in your book, since you didn’t have to rely on your voice much and the thoughts that usually ran through your head in public were slowed.

• You started out with a simple hey and a thank you, and the conversation started from there. Since it was over text, you became a lot more at ease and relaxed while talking with Hobie. However, some (if not all) of the texts he sent made you giggle and kick your feet like a school girl 💀.

• At one point Hobie began flirting and soon, you became daring enough to flirt back.

• ‘Daring now, aren’t we? I bet you wouldn’t say all of this face to face ;)’ ‘Watch me’

• You eat those words when you two set up a place to meet up, and Hobie starts teasing you about the texts you sent NONSTOP. His teasing only makes you act worse and public, and somehow increases your stuttering x10.

• And even when he isn’t teasing you, every single thing Hobie says still makes you trip. For example, when you’re talking, and then he asks you in his deep and gritty voice ‘Speak up f’me, love. I can barley ‘ere a word that comes outta yer pretty mouth’

• 🧍

• Despite your differences and how easily it was for Hobie to make your brain rot, you two grew quite close over a short period of time.

• He’d always push you to do more things and meet more people, and even if it doesn’t work out, Hobie would always praise you for trying and getting out of your comfort zone.

• Hobie would he very supportive and patient with you, since he knows how difficult it is for you to properly get your words out. But even then, he still LOVES teasing you and seeing how bright your face gets.

• Overall, Hobie would be your #1 hypeman and biggest supporter while also managing to be the reason of your demise

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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.

Things you said when we were drunk with Din x Reader

Meve your brain is massive

I give you: the smaller gathering Din saved his fancy champagne for

Warnings: none, allllllll fluff, so much fluff

WC: 475

The oddly shaped bottle of amber liquid Karga had gifted Din sat half empty between your outstretched legs. Grogu was long asleep, tucked into a bassinet next to Din’s bed. The two of you were slumped in the kitchen floor, candlelight dancing off of the steel appliances, falling flat on the adobe tile work of the floor. Din’s armor was caught in the same orange glow. Veins heavy with alcohol, hearts light from the feeling of winning a years long fight.

You were giggling at Din’s dramatic retelling of Moff Gideon disappearing behind a wall of flames. The part of the story where he almost died in the same fire irrelevant for the time being

He tipped his helmet back and took another swig of the unnamed liquid. It was certainly the fanciest thing either of you had ever drank. All sweetness and no burn going down. You didn’t think it was strong at all until you were both doubled over in laughter at absolutely nothing.

You clasped a hand to his knee and squeezed it. “Man, what a day. You killed your arch nemesis, adopted your son, and became a homeowner before the sun set. All you’ve got left is to get married and you’d complete your bingo card,” you laughed.

He set the bottle down between the two of you, head tilted back against a cabinet door. He turned just slightly so you could tell he was gazing at you from under his visor.

“We could get married. Right now,” he said smoothly.

You laughed again. “Yeah, okay.”

He didn’t waver. Not a single muscle moved.

“Din, you can’t be serious,” instantly sobering up.

He still said nothing.

“Din, are you serious?”

He gave a simple, “Yes.”

“Din,” you said softly, your heart tugging under the weight of this moment, “You’re drunk.”

“I am drunk, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

You were quiet for a long time. Sure, there had been moments you wondered if he could ever see a future with you. He had always steadfastly taken care of you, offering you the largest portion of food, offering you his bed, his blankets. When your boots or jacket wore through, he replaced them without being asked. He would just show up with a replacement in hand.

“You would really marry me?” you whispered.

“If you would have me,” he said softly, placing a gloved hand over yours.

A smile played on your lips, “Ask me again in the morning.”

“I’ll ask every day,” he said plainly drawing his other arm behind his head and crossing his ankles.

He was quiet for a long time.

“Are you going to sleep?”

“The sooner I go to sleep, the sooner I can ask again.”

You smacked his arm and laughed softly into the night.

“You’re an idiot, Din Djarin.”