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I edited this shit, like, 6 times cuz I kept finding things that were off w it (no watermark, teeth were wonky, etc)

Just wanted to say I’m done now. Officially. The following along with the original post is the finals:

Wouldn’t be surprised if there’s like 5 or 6 different versions out there though lmao

Hobie x OC! Came out fine I think, not totally in love w it but I like it :3

If you like it, it’s based on @the-kr8tor’s series (Between the Devil and the Sea) which I’ve been procrastinating on reading for weeks lol

I think my next fic will be out somewhere near early May? Idk though, it’s midterms season and everyone’s super busy, plus drawing’s easier than writing rn

I’ve been working on this thing for months now and now I finally have closureeee

DATING HOBIE BROWN HEADCANONS

WARNINGS: ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS.

PAIRINGS: HOBIE X GN! READER

— Hobie brown is that type of lad to randomly carry you while walking then jump around with you, he does it all the time, on stage, backstage, at your house, at the park, in the parking lot. Anywhere.

— He would constantly buy you gifts since he's busy being a rockstar and spiderman. He's constantly on the road, sometimes with you, but unlike him, you aren't spiderman. You still help cover for him and call the police to catch the recent bad guy he had stopped but it doesn't help him but feel as if he takes you for granted.

— He's always swinging you from place to place, whenever he needs to clear his mind, he takes a midnight swing and always invites you. Sometimes while swinging, he throws you up in the air to hear you scream then teases you about it.

— Everytime there's a minor inconvenience, he just walks away, just like in the movie. If you argue, he just says your right, even if he doesn't think that, then goes away till you cool off.

— My dude LOVES affection. He constantly hugs or kisses you, maybe does other things too, but mosty hugs and kisses. He constantly hugs you from behind and kisses your cheek.

— During his Canon event, he had barley taken care of himself and you had to remind him to eat, drink and sleep so he could function. He never forgot about that and he never will, during those moments he was at his worst and you picked up his pieces and placed him back into the hilarious, outgoing and confident spider he is.

— Whenever you get scared by a spider, instead of being a decent human being and removing the spider from the area, setting it free, he's a little shit who will grab the spider, I'm not joking, GRAB. The spider then proceed to chase you around with it.

— If you'd sleep in, he would start playing some metal shit on his guitar to wake you up, and not just any metal, HEAVY METAL. You've woken up multiple times just by him playing his guitar to wake you up since you are 'a heavy sleeper.'

— He doesn't get jealous that often since he has complete faith in you, your relationship is built on trust and love, nothing will ever change that.

— He will do anything for you. Want chocolates at 3 AM? He'll buy you chocolates at 3 AM. You want to watch a movie, he'll swing you to the movies and you'll watch together. You want him to threaten someone? Just send him the address.

— His love language is quality time and music. Bro loves it and if you make him a playlist he is down bad on his knees.

— Hobie brown, aka, the man who would never let someone as much as lay a finger on you live unharmed. Hobie brown, the man who seemed to constantly fought for freedom to all, the man who was too confident for the government itself. Hobie brown, the man whoet you stay over all the time and allowed you to borrow all his clothes when you didn't have any.

— Hobbie brown, aka the same man who's confidence falters as you put him in his place. Hobbie brown, the good boy who follows all your orders. Hobie brown who whimpers and begs for you to inch closer. Hobie brown who let's you take control of his body, allowing you to do as you wish.

i would KILL for sub!hobie oh my god. i need him outwardly justifying his need to get smacked around and put in his place with some half-baked disdain for the “violent, patriarchal, fascistic male hegemony on power in and on pleasure” or something until he’s been forced to cum so many times that he learns to just shut up sometimes ❤️

Warnings: Dom!Reader, come swallowing.

Pairings: hobie x gn! reader.

"Love, are you trying to torture me?" Hobie asked between pants. There you two, sat on his couch, his legs were open as you sat between them, slowly stroking his cock, placing your thumb on the head.

"This is your fault for running off midway." You mumbled before licking it, a think strip from base to head. You let out a sigh, placing his hands into your hair. He already came 2 times, he didn't know what your intentions were and he honestly was curious enough to see where it was going to go.

"Sorry love, had to deal with the male fascistic male hegemony on power in and on pleasure." He whispered. You rolled your eyes before taking him in one more, slowly bopping your head causing a whine to escape from his mouth. His breathe started to quicken as you fastened your pace. You swirled your tongue on the top of the head, making him release another sound.

"Fuck, you look so pretty on my." He stopped talking once you pull out. He started to pant as he looked at you. He couldn't take it anymore, you kept teasing, making him beg for more. You stood up, placing your hand onto the side of his head, leaning in.

"I've had enough of fucking fascists, I've also had enough of you talking about them all the fucking time, so shut the fuck up if you want to finish." You whispered before kissing his lips. He smiled at you before you sat back down. You took his whole length, slowly bopping your head and licking the head over and over again. He let out a sigh, biting his lip to stop himself from making any noise.

"Love, I'm close, fuck." He whispered. You moaned causing Vibrations to course through him. He let out a small sigh before grabbing your head again, pushing you down as the white fluid entered your mouth.

You raised your head, swallowing the sticky fluid before straddling Hobie, you kissed his lips. He placed his hand around your lips, pulling you closer.

"It's my turn love."

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hobie brown

Treacle Tart | Hobie Brown

SUMMARY: Underneath the mask, his eyes widened. Hobie wasn’t often surprised. His abilities would ease the pain quicker than most, but you were right; a hospital would help. But his abilities, the parts that felt like instinct, took over. The threat was taken care of, and he swung and swung, furthering himself from the aftermath only to find himself seeking you out in the end.

PAIRING: Hobie Brown x gn!reader

WORD COUNT:1.5K

WARNINGS: mentions of injuries, canon-typical things, cockney slang coming from an American, established pining, a smooch, etc.

A/N:  I just say the new movie and wrote this in one sitting, so mind the errors and lack of coherency. This is ENTIRELY inspired by the lovely @strangesem​​‘s headcanons (find here). Enjoy. Slang used: Day’s a-dawning - Morning / Duck and dive - hide / Treacle Tart - sweetheart

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It's The Thought That Counts

The memories sit warm in his heart locked away from any prying eyes as his guitar softly strum a melody to a song which the name he can’t remember right now; hoping it’s tune would create a small compartment where he can keep these remembrances of you secure in his core where nobody could ever try and take from him. Fat tears roll in cascades down his ebony-colored skin, he laughed at his pathetic state, to think if you saw him like this: The Hobie Brown, The Earth-138 Spiderman, The anarchist little shit, bawling like a baby over you. 

“Just go see her.” 

“She hates me, Gwen.” 

“No, she doesn’t-” Gwen was cut off by a scoffing Hobie “Yes, yes she does.” 

Gwen presses her lips in a thin line as she stares at Hobie slumped on his couch, he looked so vulnerable, so sad, so broken. She smiles sadly for her friend, but the truth is that Gwen doesn’t know much about you. She knows a few things, like that you and Hobie were together for a year before he called it quits because he didn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire of his job. She knows that he loved you dearly. She knows that you guys were opposites, completely different, but opposites attract, right? But she still fails to understand why Hobie thinks you hate him. 

"Why do you say she hates you?" She mumbles, continuing to clean her drum set. He sighs as he sets his guitar down, 

"She doesn't know I'm Spiderman. But I still felt the urge to protect her, to keep her safe, away from danger. Away from me. So I made up a shitty excuse to break up with her and I just know she hates me for it." He groans looking away. Gwen stares at him with eyes as wide as saucers, she sighed softly after a few beats in silence, “What- What did you tell her?” Gwen asked, avoiding eye contact.  

“I told her that-” he tried but choked on a sob. He tried again, “I told her that..” and he choked again, he faced away from Gwen, he exhaled, now he truly did look pathetic. “I jus-” he licks his lips and the doorbell rings. “fuck, seriously?” he whispers exasperated as he wiped away the tears brimming his brown eyes. As he stands his eyes wander almost too quickly to your potted plant by the corner of the room, it’s dying, that’s for sure. Its pointy tips darkening, turning a brown color as the stem starts softening, no longer able to hold the plant's various leaves and sagging. He doesn't look at it too long because he’s afraid the small Peperomia may bring back the tears he is trying so hard to keep at bay. 

Two knocks at the door this time. “Fuck- yeah, ‘m comin, ‘m comin.” rolling his eyes he makes a beeline towards the door, grabbing the door handle and pulling softly and he’s met with a pair of E/C eyes, the eyes he’s loved and adored for months and months staring back his own, they’re glossy and red, ‘she must have been crying’ he thinks to himself and without thinking his hands land on her face, stroking her red cheeks and wiping the tears away. He takes a shy step forward, craning his head so he could kiss her eyes. First he kisses her left eye then her right eye, taking a step back from her face just so he could see her properly. She opens her eyes and sniffles, tears brimming her eyes again. “Don’ cry, luv… I hate seein’ you cry…” he whispers as he brings the pads of his thumbs to softly brush her newfound tears away. “Hobie…” she murmurs. “Hm?” he responds, afraid that if he talks his voice may waver and his lip’ll start trembling. “I miss you so much..” you whisper in such a small voice that he almost didn't catch it. “I miss you too, ‘ittle bug.” he smiles nervously awaiting your response, “I need you.. can’t live without you, Bee…” 

“Can’t live without you either, luv…” he murmured, 

 “I wanna be yours again, Bee..”

Part two? You guys tell meeee

Ik this is not much, but at least it's something !!

love to @silkholland for the spiderweb dividers <33

Hobie brown is the typa guys to invite you over and put on some song youve never heard and when you ask what song he'd go, "oh its some underground band i found"

And he'd tell you the song name and when you look it up it's some 23(?) year old dude who goes by 'woablalaba ding dong' who released one song like 6 years ago and then never put out anything ever again

And you'd be like 'hey hobs, uh, how tf did you find this guy' and he'd just shrug and not ever mention them again

Hobie brown is the type of guy to say "that's so punk, babe." Whenever you do anything.

Leaving the house in pajama pants cause you don't care what the people in the Corner store think anymore? Punk.

Helping one of your friends study for an exam? Punk.

Saying fuck it and skipping a class because the professor is a ass? Punk.

N' if you're a guy and paint your nails or wear skirts? "So punk, darlin'"

Maybe its his way of tellin' you hes proud. Or maybe he just thinks it's fun to say. Who knows? But he loves the way you roll your eyes and smile every time he does it.

Hobie brown would text so funny. Like no auto correct, no punctuation, and he's always in a hurry he isn't worried about spelling.

Plus!!! He would use abbreviations so much- you have no clue what hes saying. He didn't add spaces sometimes too. You're half convinced he just does this to bother you.

"abes Ia b a mun l8 dbt wajt upluv y"

"hobie what the fuck."

Guys i lowkey really wanna write for hobie brown but idk if anyone will read it 😭😭😭😭

The spider-verse fandom is kind dead but my Hobie headcannons are getting a bit of attention so i might just post a hobie fic idk im still obsessed with him--

Okay so im working on a hobie brown oneshot right now.. thoughts?

"By the end of the it, he was convinced you were some kind of angel. 

He didn't even believe in that kind of thing, he never did. But there wasn't any chance that someone as perfect as you was human. 

(He didn't believe in perfection either)"

So glad this post had the effect i wanted it too :)

(ur right btw)

Hobie brown would text so funny. Like no auto correct, no punctuation, and he's always in a hurry he isn't worried about spelling.

Plus!!! He would use abbreviations so much- you have no clue what hes saying. He didn't add spaces sometimes too. You're half convinced he just does this to bother you.

"abes Ia b a mun l8 dbt wajt upluv y"

"hobie what the fuck."

Noticing you <33

Hobie brown x gn!reader oneshot

My first time doing a whole oneshot for hobie! Any advice on his character is happily accepted :)

Warnings: a lil blood, no use of y/n, i dont think anything else but if you notice something tell me!!

Summary: hobie slowly falling you <3

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Hobie brown wasn't sure when he first noticed you. But he thought it was the class trip you took in secondary school. 

He was always vaguely aware of you. People talked, they always did. He was vaguely aware of all the not-quite-normal people, the goths, the emos, the other punks.... And so he knew you existed. 

And then you went on this trip..

You weren't in the same room, but you were in the same chaperone group. 

And then he was painfully aware you existed. 

He saw that whenever there was a street performaner you would run and put a few dollars into their case, and he noticed when you offered your sunglasses to someone from another group, and he saw how you would pick up little trinkets from the ground and shove them into your pockets like a bird.

He watched when you smiled whenever someone said something nice about you. He watched you sit by a kid you didn't know because they were alone. He was painfully aware whenever the two of you made eye contact and you smiled at him, he always looked away.

He watched when you held a crying kid's hand and helped her find her mom.

And on the bus ride back, he noticed how you fell asleep sitting up, your head resting on the window. he noticed when you woke up too. And how you yawned and.. he noticed just about all of it. 

By the end of the it, he was convinced you were some kind of angel. 

He didn't even believe in that kind of thing, he never did. But there wasn't any chance that someone as perfect as you was human. 

(He didn't believe in perfection either)

He  took notice of you in the hallways, and when you got on the school bus. then he noticed how whenever he was sent down to the office for his 'behavior issues' (another thing he didn't believe in) you were sitting with the school councilor. 

Eventually, though a friend, you too started talking. And then you started hanging out with his friend group.

He noticed you when the group hung out for the first time out of school. It was just the mall, and he noticed how you offered to me buy him a shirt when he said he didn't bring money.  

He rejected the offer but he didn't protest when you Gave him half of your pretzels from the food court, claiming you 'weren't that hungry'. He could tell it was a lie.

Eventually when he did get your number from the same mutual friend, he was a bit too happy when you texted back immediately. 

And then you guys got closer.

He noticed how you would mess with his rings whenever he'd let you, and how you would always tug on that wallet chain you wore. He wondered what you would do if he started tugging on it.

And eventually, he got more confident.

And, yeah, Hobie was always touchy. And, yeah, you didn't mind when his fingers tugged on your belt loops, or his arm wrapped around your shoulder whenever you stood next to him.

Eventually, you met up just the two of you, cause the rest of the group was busy. It was casual, and you definitely didn't panic a little when he grabbed your hand as you walked around that old record store he wanted to show you around.

His voice pulled you back to reality a moment after, "you alright?" He smiled after you nodded, "what kinda music you like, luv?"

And then there was tonight.

He was panicked, and hurt, and he didn't know where else to go. His suit was half covered in blood, which was coming from his left arm. He was dizzy, and he could barly stand right. He didn't realize where he was untill he was knocking on the window of your flat.

When you opened you window, he tugged off his mask.

He noticed how scared you looked for a moment, as your hand flew over your mouth, but he was thankful as you opened your window.

He noticed how focused you looked as he sat silently and your wrapped arm with bandaids and an ace bandage. And he was thankful when you gave him Tylenol and one of your oversized hoodies. You even offered to wash his suit.

Finally, when you knew he was okay, and he was laying down in your bed (next to a pile of stuffed animals which he thought was excessively cute) you had a chance to question him.

He noticed how your eyebrows furrowed as you asked him about being spiderman, and you asked him if he was feeling okay again. Then you asked him the question he was the most worried about.

"..why did you come here?"

You noticed as he hesitated for a moment.

Hobie gave it a thought why did he come here? He was half delirious, he could say that. Or he could be honest.

"You make me feel safe. I Knew you could help me out, figured I could trust you with the whole secret identity thing too."

You noticed that he seemed more mellow then he normally did, more soft. It made your heart melt.

You offered to sleep on the couch in the main room, but he promised he wouldn't mind sleeping next to you. Honestly? You didn't mind either.

Eventually, you ended up in his arms, pressed against his chest, his head in the crook of your neck.

He could hear your heartbeat, and you could feel his hands on your waist.

"...thanks, luvie."

He whispered quietly, and you felt him press a kiss onto your shoulder. His voice could give you goosebumps, and his lip piercing felt warm on your skin.

"Course' Hobes.."

You whispered back, almost unsure. He noticed that, of course he did.

Hobie Brown wasn't sure when he fell in love with you, but he was sure it happened. And he was sure that it was never going to change.

Eventually, he'll tell you, that's what he promised himself that night.

What he couldn't notice was how you promised yourself the same thing.

i was wondering, are we allowed to req fics? js curious. <3

I would be so honored to take any fic recs ⊂⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)⁠⊃

Masterlist

requests open! I will not do smut but anything else is pretty much on the table :)

All Gender Neutral reader unless specified otherwise!

All SFW

Fandoms I write for:

Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heros of Olympus

Into/Across the Spider-verse

that's it so far but there's always a chance the hyper-fixation fairy will visit me in the night

PJO Fics-

Percy Jackson:

babysitting<3 --in which Percy finds you asleep on his couch after babysitting his lil sis

Percy dating HCs

nice to have a friend: winter nights, gloves, and your impulsive best friend

Percy Jackson kissing your sh scars: blurb, tw for sh scars

Luke Castellan:

Prison for life<33: Luke Castellan song fic inspired by prison for life by Olivia Rodrigo

Clingy Luke drabble: how Luke loves touching you

Diet mountain dew: based off lana del rey...coming soon!

Leo Valdez:

Leo with Undiagnosed Adhd reader drabble: It's just the name I don't know to summarize this

Foresight (headcannons): In which Leo's best friend has visions and one day they see them together (Apollo!reader)

Animals!: in which Leo tries to win you over with his favorite animal!

Lovely: Leo Valdez with a child of Aphrodite Headcannons

Chefs: cooking w leo!

Early mornings: leo wakes u up but its fluff

Nico di Angelo:

- Nico getting a sibling..: angst

-pomegranate blood (pt. 1): pico tw for drugging

ATSV Fics-

Hobie Brown:

Noticing you: Hobie brown slowly falling inlove with you

Hobie brown texting drabble

That's so punk babe drabble

Risk by Gracie Abrams but its hobie brown x best friend!reader and they're like soooo in love w him and like... Too soon to tell you i love you... Too soon to tell you i love you- YOURE THE RISK IM GONNA TAKE

And then reader kisses him and immediately regrets it cuz they're scared

Just a silly lil thought (another fic in my drafts)

Hobie brown x Midwest emo! Reader

Aka: Hobie brown visiting his mom's home town before his senior year of highschool and meeting you!

I'm planning to make it a series... Expect part one soon! Will also be posted on: Ao3, and maybe wattpad

Let me know if you want to be on the taglist :)

Land i was raised on- Epilogue

Hobie brown x Midwest emo!reader

Chapter summary: The day hobie went back to his hometown for the summer

Series summery: Hobie Brown's Mom wanted him to spend his Summer in their small hometown. He thought it would be a drag, but the kid across the street and their loud music, old flannels, and hatred of the midwest might make it a little better.

Cw: i don't think any, though it may change in the next few chapters, ill update each one :)

The car ride to Hobie's home town was silent, the radio playing quietly as Hobie watched the trees pass.

The car felt too small after Hobie's last growth spurt. It was the same car his mom bought when Hobie was seven, but back then it felt like a luxury. 

His mom drove slowly through forests and a few small towns, sometimes pointing out high schools she competed against when she was in school. 

Honestly, Hobie didn't mind. Sure, he wasn't hyped about spending his months off school in some small town in ohio, but all of his older siblings had graduated and his mother desperately wanted to visit her parents. So, he tagged along. His guitar was buried in the trunk, along with a few suitcases of clothes and personal items. 

The drive from New York to Ohio was a decently long one, not that he had much to compare it too. He'd only been on a few vacations and school trips in his life, his family wasn't very well off, but they made it work. 

He could tell they were getting close when his mom's comments became more frequent, pointing out a drive-in movie theater off the side of a empty road, and when they got to the town she pointed out the library, public pool, the small shopping mall, and an old high school. 

It seemed like a nice place, but everything felt so old. Hobie had been here once or twice when he was a kid, but that was years ago. Every memory he made had long faded. 

Hobie was relieved to get out of the car when his mom pointed to a house and said that this was his grandparents house. it was vaguely familiar.

It was in a nice-ish neighborhood, houses lined the road, which had a number of potholes and cracks. He was pretty sure he'd seen a church a block or two away too, he only hoped his grandparents weren't religious fanatics. 

"This is where I grew up. You remember it, don't you?"

"Yeah..." Hobie said, stepping out of the car, "Kind of." 

His mother smiled at him, "Thank you for coming, I know it's not quite your ideal summer, but i think it'll be good for you to Spend some time out of the city."

His mother was a soft woman, but that wasn't to say she wasn't strong. His father had passed a few years prior, and she did her best to raise Hobie and his siblings in the city. He figured that giving her the summer before his senior year was the least he could do. 

"Now, I'm gonna go say hi to Mom, you can grab yourself now, they'll show you to your room..." She paused for a moment, turning to face him, "I love you." 

"I love you too." 

He opened the trunk, pulling out his guitar case and his biggest suitcase before turning back to the house. 

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Hobie unpacked his suitcase into the old wooded dresser and the small closet. He was mentally debriefing about his arrival.

In the past almost seven years, he'd only spoken to his grandma and his pops over the phone. Not frequently either, mainly on holidays or birthdays. From what he'd seen, they were pretty cool. 

His pops had commented on his sex pistols shirt, and asked if he was into that kind of music. When Hobie said yes, his pops promised Hobie a drive to a record store a town over that sold lots of old records. 

His grandma greeted them with a plate of cookies on the table and led him up to his mom's old room. It had nice white walls and light blue curtains. There was a queen sized bed shoved in one of the corners with a quilt that looked older than Hobie laid over it. A small desk was pushed under the window and next to the window was a cork board, which Hobie took the Liberty of putting up the few pictures he brought of his friends. 

That was the only thing he really dreaded. He didn't have any friends here. Not that he had a whole bunch back in new york, but he had Gwen, who was his drummer and year under him in school, and Pav, who played keys and always gave Hobie food to bring home. Plus that Miles kid that Gwen begged Hobie to teach bass so he could be in the band- though it really didn't take much begging. They were his people, his band. The Mary Janes. He already felt like he was missing out by not being there for the end of school, though, party is a strong word for a few kids underage drinking in someones bedroom, but still.

All things considered, he liked it here. it was nice. The normal sound of car horns and engines was gone, though it was replaced with the neighbors lawn mower. And his only problem was that his grandma kept calling him "Hobart" and not "Hobie". It only really bothered him because no one called him his full name other than a few of the difficult teachers at school. 

Once his grandma called for him to eat and he found his seat in the dining room, his Mom started talking about plans for the summer.

"I think you're gonna like it here. One of these days you can look up things to do. I think the old skate rink is still open, we hung out there all the time when I was a kid. And Ceader Point is just two hours from here, we'll get season passes and drive down there a few times."

She kept talking, but Hobie focused on his food. He only started listening again once his Pop's chimed in.

"We're all driving up to the farmers market tomorrow, so you'll be here alone for a while. You can drive around, but you need to be here until twelve so Y/n can come mow."

"Who?"

"Y/n, they live two houses down. Sweet kid. You'll just need to open the garage for them so they can get the mower. After they leave the day is yours."

Hobie hummed, "yeah, will do."

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