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Hobie Brown x fem reader

When the reader has dyslexia, ADHD, and has trouble with spelling certain words or just forget how to spell the most simplest words ever gets insecure about their learning disability and then falls into a depressive episode (which is just them distancing themselves from other (Hobie) for weeks)

Who Needs Words Anyway?

Hobie Brown x femspiderpersonReader

Reader distances themself from Hobie after they fail to read a recent mission report in front of him. Hobie thinks nothing of it, but reader falls into a depressive episode.

Your Pov

I hate this, I fucking hate this. I asked Miguel to just get Lyla to tell me my missions over and over again, but it seems like that suck up ass won't listen. Now an envelope with my most recent mission assignment is staring at me. I feel myself begin to panic at the very idea of opening up the document, but considering my job, I have to. No way in hell am I going to get stuck in my reality, especially since my boyfriend might be restricted to see me. Although, he's never been one to play by the rules, and that's what I absolutely love about him. Taking much needed deep breath, I opened it and immediately I couldn't read a damn thing. All of the letters were all jumbled up except for a few, which didn't help because I still had no idea what the mission was. I let out a frustrated groan of annoyance and slammed the document down on the table in front of me.

"Oi, what's goin on in here love?" Hobie suddenly spoke making me nearly jump from my chair.

"Nothing, just a mission assignment, no biggie." I responded as casually as I could.

"Alright, what you got goin on?" He questioned walking towards me. He then sat on the table flashing one of his heart melting smiles that got me to date him in the first place. He really is a charmer, and he doesn't even need to try.

"Um...I haven't read it yet, but once I do I'll let you know." I said fidgeting with the paper before me.

"Can't you read it now, I want to see if there is a chance that I could come with you, not that I need permission or anything though." He said chuckling at the thought of breaking the rules once again.

"Nah, I think I'll read it later." I lied.

"Why can't you do it now, you ain't got nothin better to do." He joked.

"Sure, yea." I spoke quietly beginning to read the document once more yet failing once more. My anxiety began to spike considering Hobie still hadn't known about my conditions. I needed to get out as this situation was far too overwhelming for me to think. I began picking at my fingers trying to calm myself, but that didn't work. And suddenly I got up and ran out of the door unable to form a sentence to my boyfriend as he yelled my name.

Shooting my webs, I went to the highest point of the building and begin pacing all around it trying to calm myself. I couldn't face him and no way could I face Miguel again, especially since he knows about my conditions and hasn't even tried to accommodate me. Quickly I called Lyla and the fashionable AI came into view.

"Hey sugar, what's up?" She asked fixing her coat

"Can you please tell me my mission?" I asked her quickly

"Sure, but didn't you get the report?" she asked and I immedietly deadpanned at the fact that Miguel didn't even put my conditions on my file as she would know.

"Lyla I can't read them very well, can you please just tell me from now on and put it on my file considering the boss forgets to do so?" I asked her standing upside down looking at the futuristic city before me.

"Sure thing, and... done. Now as for that mission, you are to go to Earth-2341 and capture an anomoly known as the viper. Have fun!" Lyla said almost as though she was celebrating something.

"Thanks, I'll go right now." I told her knowing that going without preperation might not be a good idea.

"Be careful, want me to get Hobie to assist you?" She asked wiggling her eyebrows.

"Nah, I'll be fine." I reassured.

Three days later...

I was not in fact fine. My wounds were far more severe than I expected. I guess that's what I get for acting on my impulses. I numbly walked towards the infirmary sighing at the thought of getting scolded by the doctor for being too reckless again. My agony was washed away when out of the corner of my eye I saw Hobie. Although, as soon as that feeling of happiness came another feeling of regret and shame hit me like a truck and I began walking as fast as I could to try and avoid him. No way in hell was I going to talk to him right now, especially after what happened. I'm far too emmbarassed to be around him right now. However, I was no where near fast enough and I felt the soft touch of my boyfriend's hand on my shoulder and he tried to turn me around to face him.

"Hey love, oh shit are you alright?' Hobie greeted quickly as he began pulling my arm to the infirmary.

"No, I feel like shit, I was just on my way there and I don't need your help getting there, I know where its is." I snapped at him immidenietly regretting it due to the painfuil look in his beautiful brown eyes.

"I'm sorry, but don't take it out on me, I'm just trying to help." He said calmly and I was reminded once again why I'm with him in the first place. As he is the kindest and most honest person I have ever met.

"I don't need your help Hobie, just leave me be please, I need some space." I told him turning away and walking straight to the infirmary.

Two Weeks Later...

Fuck, I really should not have snapped at him like that. And all because I was too nervous to tell him about my dyslexia. He probably hates me now, but I'm too chicken shit to ask him. I haven't gotten much sleep since that day and I don't care considering I feel like I deserve it for how I treated my boyfriend. I sighed laying back down on my messy bed that I haven't had the energy to make it. Due to the severity of my injuries, I'm off missions for a few weeks until I'm fully healed. Miguel hates when we aren't perfect when completing our missions. I feel physically fine, I'm just not entirely there mentally at the moment. I felt so tired but all I've been doing is sleeping and waiting for Hobie to burst through the doors and make me do something with him. But he won't, I asked him to leave me alone and he's respecting that even though I don't want him too. Closing my eyes for the millionth time these past two weeks, I'm interrupted by someone shaking my head. My spidey sense didn't go off because it was the one and well many, Gwen Stacy.

"Get up, you need to go talk to him." She demanded picking me up off of my bed as I slouched onto the floor.

"No, don't wanna." I whined not looking up at her.

"Bullshit, you two love the hell out of each other. Talk to him and tell him everything." She said softer

"Girl, he's literally the least judgmental person ever. He won't even care about it because it doesn't effect you as a person." Gwen spoke crouching down placing her hand on my shoulder.

"You're right, you know where he is?" I asked getting up and finding fresher clothes to put on.

"Yeah, he's at his place." she said helping me pick something to wear even though there were piles of dirty clothes like everywhere.

"Thanks, wish me luck." I spoke finally dressed as I opened the portal to his dimension.

"You don't need it, but good luck." Gwen smiled with a thumbs up.

After making my way to his place I knocked on his door. He immediatley opened it and his eyes lit up as soon as he saw me. This clamed my nerves knowing he was still excited to see me I find myself seated on his couch that was probably over 100 years old. I can't complain though, this bitch was comfortable. Hobie stat on the other side of the couch looking at me as though he was waiting for me to speak.

"Love, you alright? What do you need to say." he asked

I took a deep shaky breath realizing its really okay. Gwen'sright about being the least most judgemental person here. Taking one more deep breath I began to tell him.

" First off, I'm so sorry for snapping at you two weeks ago and for telling you to leave me alone. The reason for it is that have dyslexyia meaning I sometimes get certain words mixed up and that's why I prefer to just be told my mission by Lyla rather than receiving a report like you or Gwen. I didn't tell you because I felt embarassed about it." I told him quickly looking down at my hands as I picked at my left palm.

"Love, that ain't nothing to be embarressed about. Wanna know why?" Hobie questioned with his right eyebrow cocked with a mischevious grin on his face.

"Why?" I chuckled at his face knowing he's say something ridiclous.

"Who needs words anyway, none of em' make sense most of the time." he joked cuckling at himself

"Pfft, Hobie lots of people do, that's how people communicate." I responded folding my arms across my chest giving him a grin as well.

"Nah, fuck the rules and everyone else. But seriously I'm glad you told me I feel like I know you better. So thank you for letting me in on that, love and I forgive you." Hobie reassured as he scooted next to me wrapping his longs arms around my body in a comforting hug as he stroked my head.

"I love you." I whispered leaning into him.

"Yeah, I love ya too." he said as he kissed my forehead nuzzling into temple. "Alright now, how's bout we cuddle and then order some pizza later, yea?" He suggested.

"Yeah, sounds good to me, Hobie." I told him as we both basked in the warmth of each other.

Thank you so much for reading💜

I hope I executed this well enough. I apologize if I did not. Im not the best at writing these topics, but I did my best. I’m officially off my break!

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On the fifth day of Christmas…

𝔄 𝔓𝔲𝔫𝔨 ℜ𝔬𝔠𝔨 ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Hobie Brown x Black!Fem Reader

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔥 ➛ Fluff

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𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ It’s time to decorate the tree, although it’s not going according to plan. You had the perfect idea of how a Christmas tree should look. However, your boyfriend, Hobie, had other ideas. You both begin to argue and it seems to be going no where. Words are said and feelings get hurt. Will you be able to fix this?

𝔞/𝔫 ➛ Guys, I can confirm that Hobie is just a big kid on the inside. But while some might think he’s spewing nonsense, he might actually have a point. I hope you enjoy!

12 Days of Christmas Masterlist

“No, Hobes! It doesn’t go there.” I swat Hobie’s hand away from the tree as he attempts to place one of his Star Wars ornaments in the center. It's Christmas Eve and Hobie and I are facing off in front of a pile of decorations. This familiar argument about how to decorate the tree is playing out for what feels like the millionth time. My preference leans towards a more structured and organized aesthetic, while Hobie leans towards a free and chaotic approach, arguing that an orderly tree is a submission to capitalism.

“Right, how 'bout this, then?” Hobie holds up some blue tinsel, and I immediately push his hands away from the tree once again.

"I'm not putting that on the tree, Hobie. It goes gold and then red! Blue shouldn’t be anywhere near this tree." I explain while wrapping the red tinsel around the tree. Hobie rolls his eyes.

“What’s the issue? Blue’s a good color.” He throws his hands up, looking at me incredulously. Ignoring him, I continue sorting through the decorations for matching ornaments.

“Oh, so you're just gonna let the suits dictate your every move, huh? You gonna let the capitalist drones run your life?" Hobie accuses, snatching the tinsel from my hands and wrapping it the opposite way.

"Oh, don't start that, Hobie. I just want our tree to look nice and neat this year." I argue, reclaiming the tinsel and wrapping it correctly. Hobie persists, emphasizing his disdain for conforming to holiday traditions dictated by corporations.

“Yeah, you're just a conformist sheep, ain't ya? No clue what's really goin' on, just followin' the herd. Wake up, man!” He says angrily, wrapping the tinsel even more so. He looks at me as if I am completely clueless.

"Conformist to what? Santa Claus's evil agenda?" I mock, yanking the tinsel out of his hands. Hobie snickers, but he doesn’t look impressed.

“The corporations are manipulating the spirit of Christmas, so you’ll buy presents! Can’t you see that, you wanker?”

"Who gives a damn? It's Christmas for Christ's sake!" I throw my hands up and it seems our conversation is getting out of hand. Hobie scrunches up his nose as the argument escalates.

“Exactly! It’s Christmas! The day when you’re supposed to be spending time with people you love, not maxing out your credit card on useless junk. Can't blame ya, it's that corporate mind game. Same goes for Valentine's Day—just another cash grab, man!” He starts to enter into his rant about how Valentine’s Day is pointless. Ignoring his conspiracy theories, I redirect our focus.

"Don't even start! Listen, we're not putting your stupid Star Wars ornaments on the tree and that's final. Now stop arguing and hand me those angel ornaments, will you?" I huff as I hold out my hand, determined to maintain order.

“These Star Wars ornaments are rad! Come on, just a little—” Hobie protests, attempting to convince me to allow at least one Star Wars ornament. "How 'bout just the Baby Yoda? Stick it in the back, it'll be lowkey." I sigh, contemplating the idea for a moment.

"Fine, you can put it right there." I relent, pointing to the spot on the tree. Hobie's face immediately lights up when I give in and allow him to put a baby Yoda ornament up, near the back. Despite his punk rock appearance, he actually has a soft side.

"Cheers, luv," Hobie smiles at me. He quickly unwraps the baby Yoda ornament and carefully placed it where I pointed, and then steps back to admire the result. I cringe at the way it clashes with my previous work.

“So what do you think?” He asks, looking over at me. I don’t really respond, instead looking off to the side. Hobie’s smile begins to fade when he realizes that I am unimpressed by the result of his handiwork.

“What’s wrong with it?” His facial expression turns into one of confusion. “I think it turned out pretty nice,” He said, defending his choice of decoration.

"It doesn't match, Hobes. It looks out of place like I knew it would." I grumble, crossing my arms. Hobie looks at me, genuinely hurt, and his expression turns sad.

"Sorry, luv..." He apologizes, his voice soft and sincere. "I just thought it would be cool... But I guess I don't know anything about aesthetics." He puts his hands in his pockets and lowers his head. He seems genuinely upset that I didn't like his contribution. Hobie turns away from me, deflated as he walks out of the room. I feel a twinge of guilt as I turn to look back at the tree.

His shoulders are hunched up and he is obviously disappointed. As he leaves the room, he mutters, "Stupid Christmas tree..." under his breath. I can't help but feel a bit guilty as I continue to look at the tree.

I stare at it, watching the out-of-place ornament, and thinking, 'Is it really worth it?' I just made a whole argument out of something we were meant to be doing together. I'd put my need for perfection over my own boyfriend and now he's upset. And why? Because some baby Yoda ornament didn't match my idea of what a Christmas tree should look like.

It really clicks in my head. Hobie wasn't just being a nonconformist or trying to ruin the tree. He was trying to have fun with his girlfriend and decorate the tree in a way that shows both of our creativity. I sigh as I turn away from the tree and run to the kitchen to where Hobie is.

"Hobie? Babe?" I find him sitting at the kitchen table with his back towards me. He seems to be focused on something, probably sulking. I call his name again and he slowly turns to look at me.

"Yeah, luv?" He asks, trying to sound cool and nonchalant, but his hurt expression betrays him. I sit across from him and look into his eyes. He avoids my gaze. I place my hand gently on his and bite my lip as I try to find words.

"Hobie, I'm sorry." I start. Hobie feels a wave of relief wash over him when I apologize. He looks up at me and his expression softens. He's clearly still hurt, but he seems much more relaxed knowing that I still care about his feelings.

"It's alright, luv," Hobie replies, giving my hand a little squeeze as he looks into my eyes. "I might've gone a bit overboard, I get it. The Christmas vibes hit me hard, you know? Just wanted to make it extra special 'cause I know it's a big deal for you. And-" He pauses as I press my finger to his lips.

"No, Hobie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, or tried to shut down your ideas. This isn't my home and that isn't my tree. It's our home and our tree. And it should reflect both of our creativity, not just what I think it should." Hobie's face brightens as I say that. He is a bit taken aback by my admission, but also really appreciates it. His expression turns into a smile as he stands up, pulling me with him.

"That's... really sweet, luv." He says in a soft voice and pulls me into a warm hug. "And you're right, this is our home, and it should reflect both of our tastes." He pauses and then speaks again in a more playful tone. "Even if you have bad taste."

I push away from the hug, feigning a look of offense as I playfully swat his shoulder. "I do not have bad taste!" Hobie pulls me back in and leans in to kiss my lips.

"Yes, you do. But at least you're pretty to look at." He says in a joking manner, then gives me another kiss. His lips press against mine with a tender and passionate intensity. His tongue brushes along my lips momentarily before he pulls his head back, keeping his lips close to mine.

"So, do you wanna take a break from decorating the tree and, you know...?" He trails off suggestively with a smirk and I laugh, rolling my eyes.

"Babe! We need to finish the tree!" I manage to say between giggles as I try to escape his grip. He doesn't let me pull away, instead he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Tree's not going anywhere, luv. We can decorate it tomorrow." Hobie mumbles against my skin, kissing my neck and starts walking towards our bedroom.

"But tomorrow's Christmas!" I shout before the door slams shut.

Ok sooooo, I’ve been like lowkey stalking your page, specially your Hobie x reader stuff…..I’m in love, your writing is 🤌. Anyway if you’re open to the ideas could you do a spidey reader with light light manipulation powers and their personality matches their powers. Just some cute fluffy opposites attract kind of thing with Hobie. Even if you don’t feel like writing for it that’s totally fine! I love your work so much, have a good day!

I took a lotta inspiration from dagger (cloak and dagger) for this so 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Glowing

Everyone thought Hobie was scary for some reason. You didn’t see why, he was great.

“Hobie!” You called out. He turned back as soon as he heard your sweet voice. He smiled as he stopped walking and waited for you as you ran up to him.

You ran up and hugged him, putting your arms around his neck as he picked you up, your legs around his waist.

You covered his face in kisses. Smiling as you hopped down.

“How are you?” You asked him.

“I’m alright, love, how are you?” He asked, as you both continued to walk.

“I’m good.”

You both talked for a while, then you both walked into Miguel’s office for a new mission.

He looked through some files, and then looked at you both as he picked one up.

“Cover up your neck.” He mumbled, looking at you and handing you the file.

You grew embarrassed as you realized the hickey that Hobie had given you.

“Y-yes sir.” You said, as you both left the office.

Hobie laughed and you hit his shoulder.

“Hobie! It’s not funny.” You whined.

“It is to me.” He snickered.

You sighed and opened the folder.

“Another Kraven? I feel like this is the millionth one we’ve done.” He said, looking at it.

“Feels like it. Oh well.” You shrugged. “As long as I’m with you I don’t care.” You kissed him on the cheek.

He smiled slightly at that, as he opened up a portal.

“Ladies first.”

You giggled, and walked through the portal, him following behind you.

“Alright, so on my watch it says that he should be… south of here.” He said, messing with the watch and looking that way.

You looked around, it was dark out, your white suit bright in the darkness.

You both started to swing, your bright white webs glowing in the moonlight.

(Your webs are Kinda like Miguel’s)

Finally, he looked up and stopped swinging, so you stopped. He pointed at a man with giant stature. He was wearing a coat, as most kravens did. And tight leopard leggings.

You both watched him some more, he was walking down a street. You guys followed behind him.

When he went down a small alley, you both quietly walked behind for a while. After a while, You webbed him up, he turned around quickly and broke the webs. You blinked in shock.

“Well.. I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t that.” You said, looking at Hobie.

“I was.” He snickered. Kraven tan towards the both of you.

Your eyes went wide as he did so. You shot a light blast from your hands, the light solidifying as it left your hands.

Kraven took a fall, and Hobie then shot his webs, and webbed him to the ground.

Kraven yelled, and broke free of the webs. He went to throw a punch at you, but you stopped him with your hand.

“That is one strong arm you got.” You said, pushing him back, as Hobie kicked him from the back when he didn’t expect it.

He groaned in pain, and almost fell on top of you before you pushed him off.

“ewewewewew.. you couldn’t put on some deodorant or something?” You groaned and wiped your hands from his sweat.

He quickly got back up, and you used your powers to make a bright, glowing row of daggers, and threw them at him.

He fell back next to the wall with cuts all over him.

You and hobie both webbed him in a ball, and then gave each other a high five.

“That was.. sexy.” He mumbled.

“Really? I mean you weren’t so bad yourself.” He lifted up his mask quickly, and so did you. You both kissed, Kraven rolled his eyes and was gonna say something when hobie webbed his mouth. He grabbed your cheek, and it was more rough now.

“Hiya! So Miguel asked me to check on you both but it seems like you’re busy...” Lyla’s cheery voice appeared.

You gasped and pulled away, pulling your mask down.

“Lyla! Sorry. Yeah, we got him.” You said, going next to Kraven and posing next to him. He just side-eyed you

“Great! I’ll let him know. You look glowing by the way.” She winked at you and you just smiled as she disappeared.

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Hobie Brown x GN!partner thoughts

People who write Hobie Brown as an ultra jealous boyfriend are literally insane to me like ??? I get it, romanticising toxic behaviour can be fun but that's not him AT ALL.

Like he'd be at a bar with his partner and be like "Oi, luv, go flirt with that guy looking at ya, I don't wanna pay for a drink"

He would also compete with his partner about who can pull more people in one night.

After a concert he'd be entertaining a group of girls' attempts to flirt with him and then mid conversation he'd spot you in the crowd and he'd be like "Sorry, ladies, gotta go" Just to leave them wondering why until they turn their heads and he's kissing his partner in the middle of the club, or hugging them and whispering something in their ear. The girls don't know what it was but the person in his arms was giggling so they can only wonder.

And I feel like that's much more fun than coming up to a guy who's trying to flirt with you and getting all moody and threatening them (although he'd definitely do that if he could see you were uncomfortable)

Lee hobie and ler Miguel? Maybe where hobie has stole something of Miguel’s and hidden it so he tickles the location out of him

No wait why do I love that so much?

This was actually so fun to write, like what(^○^)

Lee Hobie, Ler Miguel

(TW swearing and tickles,)

“It was just ther-“ Miguel sighed, “what was just there?” Hobie chimed in, appearing out of nowhere. Miguel jumped a bit at the sudden response, assuming he was alone.

“My gizmo. It was just here.”

“Your gizmo?” Hobie chuckled at the name

“I would’ve called something much better, How about something like, ‘Miguel’s a fuckin idiot’”

Miguel turned to him with a frown. Hobie smirked at him and sat down on the swivel chair in the room.

———————————————

It may have taken Miguel a little longer to figure out who took the missing gizmo, and by a little to longer I mean 4 days, but as he was putting the pieces together he figured it out.

“Hobie..” he growled,

Miguel turned around to find him sitting in the same swivel chair he sat in when he stole the gizmo.

“I heard my name?” Hobie said

“where did you even come in from?”

“Why do you wanna know? Don’t you enjoy having me here?” Hobie smiled

“What? No I- never mind, did you take my gizmo?” Miguel asked

“You mean the ‘Miguel is a fuckin idiot’ device?” Hobie joked.

Miguel’s eyebrows angered at Hobie. Hobie was known not to take thing seriously, or even just avoid them entirely. So when Miguel is trying to get words out of him he won’t budge, like a heavy bolder, nothing will come out.

“Sorry let me rephrase it, Did you STEAL my gizmo or not?”

“So what if I did? I would never tell you.” Hobie responded

Just then Miguel lunged at Hobie and they both tumbled around for a few seconds before Miguel had him pinned on the floor.

“I’m going to ask you again, Did you steal something I own?” Miguel asked,

“….” No reposed, just a calm stare

Miguel leaned closer down to Hobies left ear and whispered,

“Did you steal my gizmo or not?” Just then Miguel was interrupted by small giggles coming from Hobies mouth.

“KPFT-hehahah!” Hobie laughed trying to scrunch his neck as much as possible.

“This is not a laughing matter!”

“Ihihihit tihihklehehes!!” Hobie gestured to his ear where Miguel whispered into.

“Ohh, so you’re ticking, huh?” Miguel teased wiggling his figures into the punks belly

“ACK- Waiahahaht!! Tickle me and your dea-HEAHAHAD!!” Hobie threatened, (turns out he was all bark no bite tho)

“My god you’re the most ticklish person I know!” Miguel said as he moved from his midsection down to his hips

“ILL FUHUHHAHUCKING KIHIHIHILL YOOOHAHAHAHAH!!!” Hobie barked out

“Sure you will!” Miguel laughed as he stop letting Hobie lie their limp,

“Lyla!” Miguel whispered

“Huh”

“scan him for me real quick? I promise this is important!”

“Fun, on what?”

“you know?” Miguel wiggled his fingers

“ohhhh yeah totes!” A orange screen popped up in front of him listing all of Hobies spots, he was so done for!

“oh wow, that’s more than I expected?”

“What’s more than you expected, Bitch” hobie growled

“what was that?” Miguel asked confidently,

“Did you call me a bitch?” Just then Miguel started to squeeze his knees

“HMPF- BAHAhahahah!!” Hobie threw his head back in laughter, kicking his legs around trying to get Miguel’s hands off him

“Has anybody told you you have an adorable laugh?” Miguel teased digging his other hand back into his hips

“NAHAHAH!! WAAHAHAHAITTTT!!!”

“You’ve asked me to wait a lot today, and yet I’ve never waited, what makes you think I’m gonna wait now?” Miguel talked out loud

“Alright, I’ll give you some time to breath” Miguel smirked,

“Tell me where you hid my stuff,”

“what?”

“My stuff? My gizmos?”

“Ohhh,”

“so? You gonna tell me or no?” Miguel asked squeezing his hips as a warning

“okAhahHA! Ok ok I’ll tehehell you!!”

“good”

“I took it and hid it in the cafeteria, then somebody picked it up, they threw it away, and then I left,” Hobie said, Hobie stayed tense on part where he knew he messed up and he knows what will happen to him

“They threw it away?”

“…yea?”

“Oh my god” Miguel sighed,

“waitwaitwaitwaitWAITWAITWAIT WAIT!!” By then it was to late, Miguel was both squeezing his knees and tickling anywhere he could get his hands around.

“PLEAHAHAHAA!! PLE-AHHAHA!!” Hobie tried to wriggle out underneath him but Miguel had him tight.

“Apologize, now” Miguel demanded

“WHYHIHIHI THE FUHAHAHCK WOULD I DOHOHOHO THAHAHAHT”

“We could do this all day! My schedule is open for anything Hobert”

“DONT CAHAHAHALL ME THAHAHAT!!” Hobie screamed, turning a bit red from the embarrassing name

“just say sorry man”

“OHOHOKAAY!! OHOHAHAKAY!! IM SORRY IM SOHOHARYY IM SAAHAORRY!!!” As quickly as those words left Hobies mouth the tickling stopped.

Hobie was left panting on my floor, as Miguel got off him and stood watching him catch his breath.

“yohohour fucking… ehevil!” Hobie said taking breaths in between words

“You’re fucking ticklish!” Miguel argued

Miguel may not have gotten his gizmo back but he definitely found a way to get Hobie back.

Alright that’s all boo boos!! Idk why it took so long but here’s your meal(*^ω^*)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

FOLLOW FOLLOW FOLLOW THIS IS THE MOST ADORABLEST THING I EVER DID SEE pls im actually sobbing at how cute this is que alguien me dispare esto es tan adorable. me estoy sonrojando y riendo tan duro. COMO HOBIE ES TAN COQUETA Y HERMOSA y omg. me encanta esto tanto. i’m literally dead

spiky punk hobie and his girl obsessed with all things pink and fluffy

he fell second but fell on his fucking face for u

ughhh 💔💔 there was just something about the tall boy with the cool hair. you couldn’t get enough of seeing him around town and at the various concerts you’d attend, sometimes even seeing him on stage. luckily you have a mutual friend because even though you may not look it, you’re as well-versed in politics as hobie. so, you tell your friend, and the next time all 3 of y’all are at a concert, they point you out to hobie.

and there you are, in a pretty pink dress with ribbons tied in a pretty bow in your hair, screaming the lyrics to a punk song. hobie’s brown eyes immediately turn into red hearts, and he’s walking over to you before he even knows what he’s doing. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a dingy place like this?”

y’all hit it off that night. even months later, people keep asking y’all how you even make it work, but what they don’t know is that hobie’s a pretty boy underneath the tough exterior, and you’re pretty rough underneath all the pink and fluff. a perfect match.

cozy glow fluff

(hobie x pink!reader) — fem prns..?

hobie, the rule breaking, cop hating, spider-punk. he goes around spraypainting walls, or beating some evil villain. that or he’s being told off by miguel for his “disrespectful” behavior. AKA he was telling the truth and miguel doesn’t seem to appreciate honesty as much as hobart does.

maybe people expect him to have a girlfriend just as punk as him. maybe they don’t expect a girlfriend at all.

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last night had been a long one. he had just gotten home from a mission with gwendy. he had some scrapes and bruises so he was forced to go to the medical center. he hated being told to do things, especially go to the medical center. it was so sterile, so void of life. and could definitely use a new paint job.

he had missed band practice which means having his phone blown up about their upcoming gig and how it was the 4th time that month he’d “skipped” practicing.

as he swung through the city all he could think of was you. all he could think of was the way you smelt like sugar cookies and rainy days. he dodged building after building, soon his eyes focusing on the apartment ahead. only one room illuminated.

only one room with that familiar cozy glow that he came to appreciate oh so much. as he approached the edifice, his eyes trained on the dusty bricks, and the chipping paint of the window sill that he had glued himself against, climbing the side of the structure.

he pryed open the window, a loud creaking noise ensuing. he winced slightly, hoping that if you were sleeping, you hadn’t woken up. he crawled into the kitchen, inhaling at your aroma that snuck its way throughout the flat.

he scanned the space, he saw the muffins you had left on the stove top. he grabbed one as he snuck towards your bedroom. noting the usual decorations as well as some new ones. pictures of him, in a pink frame of course. he ran his fingers over it, reminiscing on the memory, one from a week prior. you had convinced hobie to go to a fair.

the both of you had a wonderful time then, even if he was reluctant to admit it. you accepted this and was proud that he stepped out of his comfort zone while also managing not to steal.

curse you and your sickeningly sweet smile that makes him forget how horrible the system is. don’t worry, he made some ruckus the next day to make up for the loss. as his eyes grew heavy he reached for the handle of your door.

the door opened with a loud moan of the hinges. the list on your fridge of things to fix in your house obviously not helping. glancing at the clock, he read the time. 2 am. he mentally cursed himself for coming to see you that late, but really who could blame him.

most see hobie as a ruffian who only causes uproar and disharmony. but you saw him as much more. he was able to be himself with you. he allowed himself to let you in, to see all his insecurities that weren’t open to the rest of the world.

he glanced back at you, snuggled up in a pink blanket and your hello kitty pajamas. both of which he bought (stole) for you (but he wouldn’t tell you that he actually stole it). the light still shining dimly, he chuckled, knowing you had probably stayed up waiting for him.

he soon discarded the majority of his clothes and climbed into bed next to you. your figure tossing and turning, your breath changing before restoring back to a soft snore. you found it embarrassing that you snore, he found it adorable and made sure to reassure you of that. and also to remind you that insecurity is another way the government divides us so we can’t band together and overthrow it.

reaching over he turned off the light. his black shirt contrasting with the rosy color of your linens. he wraps his arms around you, which you quickly oblige. snuggling closer into his chest.

“love ‘ya doe.” he had begun calling you doe when you first met, it was to point out your innocence which soon became something he treasured most about you. although he did appreciate your tenacity when protesting. you could definitely overthrow one hell of a government all on your own when you were angry.

“mm love you too,” you said sleepily, only mildly drooling on hobie. you fell back asleep as quick as you woke up. he smiled and rested his chin on top your head.

closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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okay first fic what do we think? do you want more hobie? or maybe something with miguel??? i have a whole list of ideas but i’d love some more!! pls pls request something you want to see and i’ll add it to the list.

reblogs much appreciated, feel free to message me 🩷

Hobie for real strikes me as someone who doesn’t get jealous. I mean, it would go against his whole thing.

jealousy = possessiveness= thinking that thing or person as your own. To dominate and control.

he maybe he does to a extent, get jealous 😏

(This isn’t a request or anything, more of a brain dumping situation lol)

i agree, when he does get jealous it’s definitely an internal battle for him lol. he’d probably show it off in ways that are more subtle.

like if your talking to a guy he’ll snake his arm around your waist —- stuff like that. later you’d probably be like “is hobie jealous?” teasingly of course and he’d go like

“nah’ bruv was proper daft”

“daft how?”

“doesn’ matter how.”

it’d be a moment of weakness for him, and i think would genuinely make him contemplate things for a little. cause how can he be jealous if it goes against everything he stands for??? mental innit

off topic but the word spider, looks wrong idk

can you do like hobie x reader but miguel is readers father and he finds out that reader is dating hobie

yes. for this though we will have to kind of work around gabriella. we’ll just say she exists and is your older sister || i’m not really sure what ages i should use so i’ll leave that ambiguous.

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mahogany fluff —- oneshot

(hobie x spanish speaking!reader) —— fem prns

avoidance. a skill you need to learn if you are going to sneak around and evade your parent. especially if that parent is 6’9 and 110% muscle.

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your origin story with hobie is one that’s messy at best. especially considering the obvious blockade that was your father. him being overprotective and also hobie’s boss are two things that one never wants paired together. yet, love is one thing that can overcome. — i’m just kidding, there wasn’t a powerful we love each other moment, mostly just a lot of laughing.

it was mid july and your father was just as engrossed with work as always. you wanted to spend time together, have fun. he said he would love to but honestly you didnt think it would happen. you began to go to headquarters yourself and drag him from work. like, literally drag him.

this obviously garnered lots of attention, for one, who is this girl yelling at boss? a certain spider also happened to catch wind of the girl. he would join the crowd, laughing, cheering mildly aswell.

“dijiste que vendrías a cenar conmigo y con gabi . ¿y dónde te encuentro? ¡no en la cena! ¡hicimos empanadas, imbécil!”

“¡lo siento, mi princesa! i promise i didn’t mean to miss dinner.”

“yeah well you did, no empanadas for you. we’ll feed them to chester instead.” you say, turning around and walking away. leaving miguel to bask in the shame. you giggled at the thought of your dog getting more empanadas than your own father.

while miguel was busy being questioned about the strange girl who just walked up in here, hobie walks off to go talk to her.

“man you are an ace! that was barmy. who are you?” hobie leads with a compliment, genuinely impressed and a little refreshed at your presence, how not scared you were to yell at miguel. “a new spider recruit?”

you stop, rolling your eyes a little, still fuming at your dad. turning to greet the voice your mood immediately switches. his smooth accent and his sharp features should’ve made you a puddle right there. “n-no i’m not a spider recruit. i’m that pendejo’s daughter.”

“na shot,”

“don’t get your knickers in a twist,” you say mildly mocking his thick cockney.

“how d’you know?”

“i watch a lot television.” a laugh coming from both of you meld together.

“i’m just amazed at how you stood to the boss like tha’,”

“it’s a lot easier when the boss comes home and watches the soaps with you. what’s your name mysterious spider who’s following me home?”

“hobie, hobie brown. you’re a cheeky one, can’t believe you come from ‘im.”

“no, i’m y/n.” he laughs at your stupid joke, making your face heat up.

“i’d be chuffed to hang out with you sometime y/n. maybe visit my earth?”

“papá no me deja ir a diferentes tierras,” you shrug. “says it’s too dangerous.”

hobie nods, pretending he knows what’s you said. “atleast let me get to know you. ya like ackee?”

“mhm,” you say, a little suspicious but also mildly intrigued.

“‘ow bout tomorrow you come ‘ere n i’ll take you to some real jamaican food.”

“alright hobie, i’ll play.” you giggle and continue to your car.

he smiles waving. knowing what he’s getting himself into.

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sorry no part 2! i’m really sorry to those who are disappointed by this :(

‘Spider’ is the kinda word that makes me respell it just to make sure i wrote it correctly

but ya really can’t blame the bloody brit. Jealousy’s only a natural emotion.

(like lemon sharks. Lemon sharks get jealous when divers they befriend hang with other lemon sharks)

and especially imagine Hobie just resting his head on top of yours, ESPECIALLY if you’re short like my 5’3 ass. Just, Gaifjcgdlh ilovehimtoomuchihateit

i. love. lemon sharks. THEY ARE SO ADORABLE

i’m 5’4 and lowkey i feel like whenever you two are to someone he’ll use your head as an arm rest cause he likes to see you angry . spiderpunk likes seeing you be punk too #canon

Hobie 'doesn't have a phone so he uses his friends, bandmates or a phone booth to call you’ Brown 

(You’ve gotten so used to answering unknown numbers, it’s almost concerning)

Hobie 'doesn't know most internet slang as he doesn't believe in social media and will look at you like you've gone mad if you use it’ Brown

Hobie ‘sleeps like a starfish’ Brown

Hobie ‘following you around while you shop and complimenting what you find no matter your style’ Brown

(He would know what looks good anyhow, ((you look ravishing in anything or not to him anyways)) he WAS briefly a runway model) 

Hobie ‘constantly making you flustered with the way he’s always so handsy but the moment you touch him back he freezes and has to practically reboot himself’ Brown

Hobie ‘feels like he weighs 800 pounds when he lays or leans against you even though he’s a stick sized 6’5’ Brown

(hands on your shoulders or hand on back or waist)

Hobie ‘has to be touching you in any way at almost all times cause he’s a touchy guy’ Brown

Hobie ‘only got a banged up laptop for his tech’ Brown

And a little spice to end it, 

Hobie ‘always calling you riding him “fucking the man”’ Brown

(these are my head cannons of that stupidly lanky brit boy)

(Fun fact to that fun fact about lemon sharks, I’m a dumbass and forgot to mention they do the same to tiger sharks that get close to their diving friends)

Also sorry for the multiple asks from me now /gen

DO NOT STOP WITH THE ASKS AND RHE LEMON SHARKKS.

this is too good !! the phone number one is on point, and i feel like hobie would sleep starfish and be a blanket hog. you’d be like curled up in a ball with a corner of blanket on the edge of the bed by morning.

also i feel like you let hobie dress you up and always at tbhe end he’s like “i knew you were punk”

i feel like whenever hobie sits he’ll have his feet up so like he’ll be sitting with his feet up but slowly lean onto you

that last one was spot on too he totally does that

okay times for my lemon shark facts: lemon sharks are the most researched of all sharks because of their ability to be fine in captivity (although i don’t really agree with it)

lemon sharks have really bad eyesight but also are really good hunters but that may be because their choice in prey are usually fish who are slow lol

my favorite sharks are hammerheads though

mahogany pt.2? :(

mahogany pt 2!!!

i still have to get that miguel fic out but i promise mahogany 2 is coming 🤞

babe this needs to be a new series

OKAY I HAD TO HIT YOU W THIS BC I NEED THIS TO COME TRUE 🗣🗣‼️‼️

AcademicRival!Miguel x AcademicRival!reader

where they will do quite literally ANYTHING (legally) POSSIBLE to one up each other.

whether their petty rivalry began in high school or first year of uni/college, IDC- but they absolutely despise each other.

and!!! at some point down the track, they forgot why they were beefing in the first place, only for it to start stemming from a place of 'jealousy' (yk how sometimes jealousy is actually feelings of romantic interest in disguise,, yeah, that) and it gets to the point where they are quite literally making it all their friends' problem bc of it.

like i can imagine reader drinking something that Miguel sees and Miguel going 'i need to have this all the time and sell it out so reader can never have any' and Peter is like '???', or reader finding out Miguel got a certain mark and goes 'nobody speak to me for a month i have to understand everything about quantum physics before that smug asshole opens his mouth' and Jess is like '??? just kiss, fym??'

and then they finally have a moment where they have no choice but to rely on each other- whether Miguel's car breaks down on the side of the road reader happens to drive by and she takes him to his, or if reader desperately needs help in a situation and immediately calls him bc she knows he'll pick up bc she needs scary dog privileges and thats HIM so then they end up having a moment of reflection together with either super fluffy smut or absolute debauchery and fluffy aftercare i totally dont mind either way.

IDK do you know what i mean??? 🫣🫢🤭

anyway LY BLUE-BLUE, thank yew for letting me ramble on 🤍🩵

Are you asking me to write this? 🧐 (I shall add it to the pending ideas list just for you 🐰🩵)

I wrote that as a reply as soon as you sent it, but now I have more ideas that I wanna yap about to go along with this.

SO!! You already have a rivals, enemies to lovers trope going on. What better way to make it even more fun than to add the stoic x chatty dynamic???

Like I’m imagining the reader and Miguel first meeting in middle or high school. He’s a transfer student that’s immediately making the top grades and people are like where tf did he come from?? Reader doesn’t really think anything of it, she just carries on with her school life, chatting away (and getting in on the gossip about Miguel).

It’s not until he ends up in the same class with reader one semester (probably in high school) that reader is finally able to be in close contact with him. He’s so quiet and a little boring, but there’s always random girls coming in and out of the classroom to attempt to chat to him.

They’re always bringing snacks or sweets for him. He always turns them down with a “No thank you. I don’t like chocolate.” type of response. (What he thinks to be polite and cordial)

The guys in the class think he’s a huge jerk. The girls in the class still fond over him. You think he’s an oddball, a weirdo. But you really have no solid information to justify it.

It’s not until one day that the teacher asks this obscure question that he pisses you off. (I havent thought of a weird question yet tho). Everyone else has given crude or stupid answers, riling each other up and joking. You raise your head to give the most out-of-the-box, yet plausible answer that leaves the teacher impressed and the class laughing in shock. Miguel scoffs and debunks it so fast, that you start to feel like one of his rejected groupies. If you thought the laughter for your answer was loud, the laughter for his sounds like the crowd in a football stadium.

You’re embarrassed but you don’t really show it. You just brush it off and joke with everyone else like usual.

Then, one of the class’s first huge tests come. You’re gunning for the number 1 spot although you figure it won’t be too hard with half of the room being class clowns and the other half not giving af. You read over the material once and already have a good grasp on it, so you joke around with everyone else. There’s rap battles and TT routines. You guys even manage to get the teacher in on some of them. From the front of the room, you can see Miguel glancing back at you with such a sour look on his face. Wtf was his deal??

Test day finally comes. You’re the first to turn yours in with a smug smile on your face. You even take a nap until the next bell.

You’re on cloud nine for about a good week. Although, every time you open your mouth in class, Miguel looks like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Then, the time came for the teacher to hand out the papers. He was pretty theatrical and loved to announce who got the highest score.

You were gearing up for him to say your name. And you don’t know of you’re crazy, but you’re certain your mom didn’t put “Miguel O’Hara” on your school registration form.

You frown as you come back to reality, watching as teacher handed him is paper. From your seat, you can see the bright red 100 in the corner, a smiley face to adorn it.

Then the teacher hands you your paper. A 99.5. Just 0.5 points from a perfect score. And what you got points taken off for is something so ridiculous that you could scream.

You can see him in your peripheral as you chat with the other students about the answers. Just as you discuss your silly mistake you take a small look at him. He has a faint smirk on his face, as if to laugh at your downfall.

From then on, you decide that it’s a war.

[and obviously, the story would travel with them as they grow. Once they’re adults, I can imagine Miguel to still be this same stoic, yet more approachable person who has had a ROSTER of hookups and a reader who’s still so flirty and chatty, yet can’t find a good partner to save their life. The dynamic of him knowing exactly how to make reader feel good verses reader being overwhelmed for once would be sooooo good]

What do you think Lexie-bun?? 🥸

girl I’m back after ~events~ So i got to thinking as i usually do of the punk brit. And while i praise him and think he could do no wrong,

that isn’t exactly true.

everyone has ‘cons.’ Things that are definitely not someone else’s cup of tea.

Like,

his shoes. Goddamn those shoes, now for context I’m someone who’s never wore shoes in the house. (they literally go everywhere, on every street, in every store)

And i know for a fact that man’s got crusted cop blood on those things.

In addition to that. Him putting those big ass grippers on your furniture, your coffee tables and counters are NOT safe from the feet.

his fucking lanky self. Now i know i pick on him a lot for being a goofy ass twig, (picking on my pookies is how i show love 💕) but this man FEELS like he weighs 400 hundred pounds. Laying on you HURTS, especially with his studded and spiked attire

(where all that weight going? Hell knows)

He’s confrontational and argumentative. He sticks close to his beliefs and absolutely will tell you when you fucked up or if you’re wrong,

(depending on your personality and own beliefs ((though to be honest i gotta feeling he’d probably only date those he knows have similar views to him)) you may end up in a lot of arguments)

this is getting long but i feel like this guy ain’t gonna let you know something’s bugging him in a emotional or even possible mental since. Only telling you once the ‘issue’ is solved later on. It would take him time to fully let go of past experiences, one’s that lead him to being not too upfront with his emotions.

And maybe you’re the same,

maybe it takes you doing the same to him for him to realize, the only way YOU’LL open up to him, is if HE opens up first.

yes!! always with the amazing ideas anon

homie is always putting his feet up, which would be fine if he hadn’t also just gone trudging through mud. there are so many substances on his boots, you have a rule specifically for him. ‘no boots.”

tbh i HATE feet and also i hate wearing shoes inside. it just makes my apartment feel dirty asl.

hobie def needs to learn how to be gentler. he’s super blunt and when he just calls you out in front of people, or just in a harsh way, it can make you feel horrible. speaking from experience, i’m so sensitive.

hobie would call you out and soon start hearing sniffles. you’d say nothing was wrong because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings, even though he had just hurt yours.

also it would be so funny to see hobie sleeping in your bed, your bed covered in pink, hello kitty, and bows

i’ve got a hint for a new fic :

CYCLONE — fluff

(hobie x pink!reader) —- WARNING: VERY SELF INDULGENT

it’s not often you exit your apartment willingly. besides walking the dogs or work, you find leaving unimportant. here you have your cats, vanilla and alfredo. the most adorable sweeties to every graze this earth. and of course rager, your chihuahua, named by hobie.

you have your stuffed animals, your beautiful pink appliances, and your fluffy, comfy, soft, heavenly, bed. you love it here, so why are you and hobie at a stadium with thousands of people?

you don’t blend in either, no you stick out. everybody here seems to be a man, middle aged, mildly balding, and dirty. and here comes you and your love, bright pink, and dressed in spikes. there’s noise.

ordinarily you’d be cowering, trying to get away. but no, you feed into it. what takes you so out of character?

monster trucks. so big, so brave, so cool. your eyes must’ve been watering, out of your reluctance to blink, because hobie reaches over and picks up a tear from your cheek.

“isn’t this so cool honey?” you yell, coughing a little from the smoke. surrounding yourself with smokers constantly may not be the best for your lungs.

“wha’eva you say love!” hobie yells back, equally as loud. he doesn’t necessarily dislike these events, he enjoys the disruptiveness of it all, but it’s far too much for his taste. although all that doesn’t matter when it comes to you.

his demeanor relaxes as he sees you yelling, with the largest grin. your favorite driver just did 20 cyclones, one of your favorite tricks.

[cyclones: a trick where a truck does donuts at very high speeds!]

a loud cheer erupts from the stands. youd think the queen just showed up. everybody showing their support for the expressiveness. monster trucks are so cool!

thirty minutes later—

you finally sit down after a while of shouting and clapping. you reach over to hobie to grab your water bottle, voice mildly hoarse from your displays of admiration. he’s been holding it there in his lap, the pink starkly contrasting with his colorless form.

“thank you baby,” you breathe out as you take a long sip. you smile up at him as he admires you. he doesn’t know how you manage to look so gorgeous after baking in the sun for two hours.

sweat runs down your forehead and your cheeks glow a bright red, and yet he’s still looking at you, practically with hearts in his eyes. he grins as you hand back the bottle.

“ ‘ow much longer do we got, lovely?” he responds, mildly sapped.

“just a couple more, they should be slowing down. we can go if you like. it’s hot out here, and i need some real food.”

“really? yo’ chill wit it?”

“i know you don’t really like these events and im overstimulated. so yes, im chill wit it.” you say mocking his british timbre. you stand up, using him up the stairs and out the stadium.

as you walk down the road, you take a deep breath. finally able to get out of the cloud of smoke. hobie takes your hand.

“wanna get some food?”

“you mean sandwhichs on a really cool house boat?”

“ ‘ome grown sandwich’s,” he winks.

“i’d love to, darling.”

his mind goes blank and his face turns red. you turn so you can’t see but you snicker to yourself. it’s rare you use a traditionally uk nickname, and hobie claims he doesn’t get flustered, but every time you drop one of those, he goes full off balance.

“mhm!” he says, gripping your hand tighter. him, shying away from eye contact, which heavily breaks his personal code. always stand up to the man, he thinks.

but what happens when this man, just so happens to be a pinks loving, chihuahua owning, monster trucks loving, beautiful, amazing, person?

he’s non-plused. he’s in love. he is going against everything he stands for. he doesn’t care. does she?

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#drabble #filling out a req a little??? #do we want more hobie or miguel 🤔

Okay but like,

I can never see Hobie using his non-belief in labels as a way to act shitty with his partner.

I can’t see Hobie being shitty to his partner, full stop.

Yeah he doesn’t use labels in your guys relationship.

but does that really have to stop him from being a loving and supportive partner? Of course not! He loves and cherishes the time spent with you! Whether that be at the pub, swinging around London with you hanging on tight to him, or just, him and you, cuddled up together (and your abundance of plushies no less lol)

(maybe though, this does put some strain at first in the way that, you don’t really know where EXACTLY you stand with him. How much is too much love? How long is too long of a cuddle session? How many is too many kisses?)

But really, how could he not love, well, loving you? You’re LITERALLY the person he’s CHOOSING to let into his life, both personal and not!

i really don’t understand how people even came to such a conclusion.

Like, look. I’m a SLUT for toxic relationships and all the goodies that come out of it (finding out and recognizing how they and the situation is bad for you. Being able to stand up for yourself and become a stronger person all the while ect)

It just, gives me a LITTLE ick when seeing we’ve chosen THIS character to put those kind of negative traits on (I’m not saying that Hobie wouldn’t have any negative traits, I’m just saying these seem…a little strange to give him, considering.)

(Btw thank you for doing my ask! Love seeing that man as a flustered idiot /affectionate)

SO TRUE NONNY !!!

hobie is probably one of the least negative people ever, relationship wise at least.

hobie probably does some things, aligning with his personal beliefs, that put some damage into his relationship. but the LAST thing he would want to do is hurt you in any way

you are like the one thing he would betray everything he thinks for. YOU!!!

i feel like he would also get offended if anyone thought otherwise

I had another lovely brain child (thought) and yes i know it’s nowhere near Valentine’s but shh.

Hobie who hates the infamously commercialized Valentine’s Day,

yet will try his best to spend a little more time with you.

Hobie who rants to you in the stores about the unethical use of slavery that gets put into making those little chocolate boxes,

yet will absolutely help you decorate those cake pops or homemade candies you made on said day

(do not be surprised if they’re decorated in scrambled frosted letters on them. Saying while funny, possibly rude things about cops, the queen, and the very high chance of something suggestive)

Hobie who admits to wholeheartedly HATING that this day was made for profits and breaks couples up whom try to outdo or expect something overly expensive on the day,

yet will wrap his long, dark arms around you. Head on top of yours, swaying both you and him softly to a beat only he knows. Letting you feed him some of the sauce you’re making for spaghetti. After asking how he finds it, he takes the spoon from you. Taking one of the spices off the counter and sprinkling some in. Now holding the spoon to you for a taste test.

(i have NO clue what you’re planning for the next fic but I’m SO excited. Love reading your work!)

on the SPOT with this one 💯💯💯 i wish i had more to say but this really encompasses hobie on any holiday really

haha i begun writing something (still trya remember and rewrite that Mafia!Miguel thing to)

It seemed you were in quite the predicament.

The venue your boyfriend was playing at had gotten a new bouncer. Unfortunately considering,

one: you knew the last guy and was sad to see him go.

two: this guy, was a dick. Having denied you access into the venue entirely.

his reason?

“Sorry lov, you ain’t on the list. ‘Nd i can’t do anything about it, if you’re not on the list.” He reminded you.

you knew that wasn’t the reason.

But after enough time arguing back and forth, you puffed your cheeks in frustration, glaring up at the man. Yet sighed anyways, as you stood off to the side. Letting the man do his job.

you kept you eyes closed. Head pointed towards the concrete ground below in defeat. Hand finding it’s way to the small, hastily wrapped in a hurry box in your bag. Accommodating inside was that of a small padlock. The letter ‘H’ craved into it.

A gift for your beloved.

OH NY GEE!! H who’s h??? Hobie???? Officially obsessed. this is so good what??? like we are totally on the list, what a jerk

i love this, more please 🙌