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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
hehehehheheehheheh
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
My soul👁️👁️
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
Just gonna leave the sketch/alt versions here.. cuz I can
Goodnight👍
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
fixed it a tiny bit👍
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
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
i dont believe in posting schedules
Some cute stuff I drew of my partners spidersona and Hobie
I love face holding ndndndn
(Spidersona by: @k4m1kaze)
Hobie was the best in ATSV and you can't change my bloody mind 😌
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
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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Taglist: @muffin1304 @shallweselvi
I need Hobie. Character ai is not enough anymore, I NEED HIM
I'm blushing so much rn from reading Hobie Brown (😍) smut 🤭
I'm eating a good ass sucker rn (kinda wish it was Hobie's cock) ☺
SOMEONE TAKE MY PHONE AWAY, BECAUSE LIKE... HOBIE... IS FUCKING (me) KILLING MEE (in the good way)!!!!
yoyoyo if you dont shut yo mouth imma shut it for you
PUNK
