A Lot Of People Say They Found Hobie Annoying At First When He Was Establishing Hs Punk Credentials ("I

A lot of people say they found Hobie annoying at first when he was establishing hs punk credentials ("I don't believe in teams or consistency/I'll do it but not because you asked me to/it's a metaphor for capitalism" etc.), but what they need to realize is that he's doing a bit. All Spider-people (except Miguel) become comedians when they're wearing the mask. Hobie happens to have a very dry sense of humor; so while he's masked up his jokes are self-aware exaggerations of 'the punk persona'. Not that he doesn't sincerely hold those beliefs (it's made clear he does when he helps sabotage Spider HQ's unethical trans-dimension surveillance network), just that "I don't believe in comedy! Just kidding!" is what you say when you know how most people perceive 'punks' and enjoy fucking with them a little.

Hobie Brown partying with latina!reader<3

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I’m already giggling about this shit and haven’t even started it 🤭 just picture that emoji cause that’s how i look rn. This is written from my perspective which is from a mexican living in Mexico going to 100% mexican perreos!!!

-It took a while to convince him to be honest

-Don’t take it the wrong way though!! He’s supportive and go ahead, perrea hasta el suelo but it’s just not his scene

-He’s not a reggaetón hater, he believes every type of music has a merit to it!! BUT ITS JUST NOT HIS SCENE

-Hacerle ojitos was enough to convince him lmao

-“Mi amor please! I want you to meet my friends” You whined, looking up at him all dressed up for the party that started in about thirty minutes. How could he say no when you were looking so pretty? “Shit ‘aight” He muttered, leaving to do his makeup as you kissed his cheek sweetly

-Now when y’all get there

-HE’S ASTONISHED TO SAY THE LEAST

-Yeah sure, mosh pits were crazy and the pubs he frequently attended were also wild but seeing

-People making out with a stranger then the next, some couple basically fucking in the couch next to the door, a girl downing shots like there was no tomorrow, besos de tres, and most importantly; el perreo.

-My man gets shy n shit like he holds your hand. pls help him no entiende nada

-Your friend approaches you with two plastic cups with some golden liquid that didn’t even reach the half of the cup. “Hey Hobie! Nice to meet ya’, my name’s Martha. Tengan, para ambientarse and getting the party started for you two!”

-Hobie thought it was dumb to drink so little of something, even more when he saw how effortlessly you downed your shot. “What’s this shit?”

-Tequila. It was Herradura. Now he knows why you pour so little for a single shot.

-HE WAS WHEEZING, SPILLING HIS GUTS OUT AND ABSOLUTELY BAFFLED BECAUSE HOW DID YOU DRINK THAT WITHOUT EVEN FLINCHING?????

-Your male friends definitely laughed a bit at that, pero en buena onda, they know how important Bee is to him so they’d never be mean to him hehe

-“Ay cabrón, Martha le dio tequila?” One of your friends say while laughing, his arm rounding your boyfriend’s tall figure “Sí, no soportó” You laugh back, kissing Hobie softly

-Your friends got to know him, silently questioning his intentions and stuff but not like they’re your parents. They mean well!! They just want their friend to be happy with this new dude, and some of them are men, so they definitely know how shit they can be

-“So this is what usually happens?” He asks, looking around as he takes it all in “Yup” you nod, popping the ‘p’ and smiling “I love it”.

-He found it all very freeing; no one judging, everyone moving as they pleased and drinking like hangovers weren’t real. No labels, no consistency. Just fun.

-Then… your friends pulled you to the circle to dance

-And he was done for.

-Seeing how you moved your hips in circles (something he was now sure was sort of a generic gift) changed his life forever

-You danced with your girlfriends, making a line of grinding and twerking from time to time. Some of their boyfriends reaching out to dance with them

-“Holy shit” Hobie muttered, entranced by how you ass moved in those shorts “Yeah, it’s something else” One of your friends who was now friends with Hobie (bonding over playing vodka beer pong) answered.

-“Try to dance with her man, I know you’re foreign and stuff but I don’t think Y/N/N would mind teaching you”

-His feet take him to you before he knows

-“Want me to teach you, love?” You shout so he can hear you over the music, and he just nods with a smile, holding your hands

-“Your work is just moving with me with your hands on my hips, look at Martha and her boyfriend”. He noticed how your best friend’s boyfriend kept a tight grasp on Martha’s hips, going down with her and up again if she did.

-Hobie replicated his moves and soon he got the hang of it

-Big, ring-clad fingers holding your waist tightly as he loosened his hips and felt your ass grinding against his crotch. You can feel how his tall figure looms over you, towering your smaller frame and you love it.

-As he gets more confident, he starts pulling you closer, kissing your neck from time to time and pulling away for a bit so you can scream some lyrics with your friends and then go back to him.

-It's safe to say he has a boner, yeah

-To you? It felt like an absolute dream! Imagine him grinding behind you to some track of Un Verano Sin Ti as he sings along to some of the chorus’s lyrics <3

-You got wasted, danced the night away, he perfected his spanish and you accomplished your dream; ver a Hobie Brown, el punk, perreando.

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paring: hobie brown x gn!reader

warnings: nothing rlly, just fluff and cheesy romance lol

a/n: made this for my friend so it might be a litttleee bad

summary: hobie sneaks into your room, waking you up from your sleep.

you flip around in your sheets, shielding yourself from the cold air escaping into your bedroom from the slightly open window. you bury your head into the pillow, dozing off into a deep sleep. as you roll around, a loud thud is heard from your rooftop — then follows a series of footsteps coming down towards the stairs outside your apartment. the window opens wider with a quiet squeak while a pair of boots hits the floor. you cover your head with the blanket. hobie chuckles, making an effort to walk over to you quietly, and slowly. he sits on the edge of your bed making sure to remove his jacket and shoes.

“hey,” he whispers as he leans into you. you don’t budge. his large hand travels to your arm, shaking you slightly. “love,” he whispers out again. you whine in protest. he laughs, sliding his hand down to your back. you turn your head, squinting into the darkness. “hobie?” you mumble. “mhm.” he says with a grin. “didn’t know you were goin’ to be asleep.” you shrug as you turn your whole body to face him. you scoot over to the wall, patting the empty spot next to you softly. he snickers as he settles himself next to you. he plants kisses from your forehead, then to your nose, your cheek, quickly to your lips, and all the way to your neck. you giggle at the sensation, pushing his shoulders away from you, teasingly. “i missed you,” he mutters as he hugs your waist. “really?” he looks down at you, jokingly furrowing his brows with a large frown. “yes, of course i missed you.”

you kiss him on the lips, “i missed you more.” he shakes his head. “i doubt that.” you roll your eyes, you take a moment to pull him closer, hugging him tightly. you listen to the faint heartbeat in his chest. his hand comes up to stroke the back of your neck. he leans down to kiss you again. you rub your eyes, yawing quietly. “i got no sleep last night,” he tilts his head, “mm, why’s that?” you look back up at him, “because your god awful band kept me awake aaallll niighhttt.” you mumbled, dragging out the last words. he laughs, “please, you love my band.” you hum in response. although you had been dating hobie for a while, you still had the same nervous knot in your stomach everytime he entered a room. the longer you looked into his eyes, the faster your face seemed to heat up. you turn away, hiding your smile into his shoulder. “what?” he chuckles. you shake your head, just laying in his arms quietly.

the peaceful ambience from the streets of london rattled against your open window, filling the room with the much needed noise. “you know, this is nice,” he said, his voice soft in the quiet room. you turned to him, meeting his gaze. “yea,” you replied, feeling a blush start to creep across your cheeks. “i’m glad we're doing this,” he said, looking at you with a small smile. you giggle awkwardly, “doing what, laying in the same bed?” he laughs sarcastically in response to your question. “no, no, i meant i’m glad we’re together like this. it’s…” he stops for a minute to think about his words. “…intimate,” you raise an eyebrow. “intimate?” you repeat back. “yeah, you know — i mean we’re cuddling, just yapping our ass off about how much we love each other.”

you both stare at each other for a moment, neither of you able to look away. “i’m the luckiest guy in the universe,” he said, breaking the silence. you beamed, feeling your heart beat in your chest, your hands resting on the back of his neck. “i can see you sweating.” he whispers. you scoff, “stop it, you’re ruining the mood.” he grins, leaning down in one swift movement, his parted lips found yours, and you melted into the kiss. you both laid there, absorbing each others presence, warm bodies pressed up against one another. his large hands roam around your body, softly squeezing at your waist. you wrap your arms around his shoulders in an attempt to get even closer. the space between you had disappeared — and only the faint noises of sighs escaped your mouths. when you finally pulled away, you both lay across each other, breathing heavily. “see what i mean? you’re too good for me.” he gives you a sly grin.

you couldn't help but return his smile. “yea, okay,” you replied, feeling content and love struck. your relationship with hobie seemed to have strengthened after the kiss you two had shared. you both curled up together, hobie holding you tightly as you drifted off back to sleep.

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Hobieeeeee

I have a hc that if you came out to Hobie, he would (in the most loving way possible) not care. He wouldn't make a big deal, he would be the kind of guy to just say, "Alright, cool," and go about his day.

i cant believe i havent said it already but: happy pride month!! it’s almost ended, but infinite love to all!!!

hobie x lgbtq+!reader (not specified)

written as romantic, but can be read as platonic if you have a very open mind lmfaoo – vague so could be coming out as anything!

“…and i didn’t know how to tell you.”

hobie’s face was incredibly hard to read. although he never hid his feelings, most of his emotions always merged into the same, nonchalant expression. you’d learnt to know the subtle tells and quirks that distinguish them overtime, but now that your heart is pounding against your chest and your brain is blurred by nerves, it was impossible. you just came out to him, and he looks like he truly couldn’t care less.

“a’right, calm,” he nodded slightly, before leaning back against the kitchen counter and grabbing at the takeaway menu that resided there, “what should we order tonight? i’m feelin’ chinese food.”

“h-hobie, i–” your cheeks were red hot, wrists anxiously ringing themselves raw, “a-are you okay? are we okay?”

his expressions changed then, brow furrowing and eyes flashing with concern, “‘course we’re okay, love, are you mad?”

“no, i just–” you sighed, shakily, “just confused, i just came out and you…don’t care?”

“does it change anything?” he relaxed again, discarding the menu and folding his arms over his chest comfortably.

“not a lot, not really,” you shrugged, willing your cheeks to drain of heat, “m-maybe a little–”

“anythin’ about us?”

“no.” you shook your head, and he smiled, only lightly, but enough to settle your booming heartbeat.

“‘n’ are you happy?”

you nodded.

extending his arms, he tugs you by the belt buckles, nudging you towards him and though you stumble slightly, it doesn’t take much for you to melt into his warmth.

placing a kiss to your forehead, he mutters, “then it’s all peachy, innit?”

a humble nod again, and you bury your face into his chest to hide your beaming smile, relief washing out every nervous element.

“now, the important question; we gettin’ pizza or chinese?”

nail polish — hobie brown

you’ve never been the type to be able to make decisions. everything's always so confusing to you, picking between this and that is always so stressful. and that’s why you and your boyfriend are a perfect match— he’s always eager to help, so you always make him decide what color nails you should get.

you hear your phone go off as you pull into the parking lot of the nail shop, tense shoulders smoothing down at the notification you know is from hobie.

. . . until you see the contents of his text.

it’s a video, sent with the message “this color”. you just know you don't see what you think you see. no fuckin' way.

what the fuck.

you press play. the still image of your pussy wrapped around your boyfriend's dick starts. no fuckin' way.

slaps ring out through your car, playing from your speakers, mixing with hobie’s groans and your fucked-out whines. god, do you really sound like that?

it’s recorded from hobie’s angle, cutting off right where your arch starts. you watch as the video plays— watch yourself throw your ass back onto hobie’s dick, watch hobie’s slim hips meet your ass, watch the hand that's not holding his phone grip your waist, pulling you back onto him.

there's a milky white ring around the base of cock, and every time you push off you reveal that the rest of his cock is covered in it, is covered in you. hobie's grunts and your whines send you right back to the day he filmed this, and for a second you swear you're back there, heavy chest filled with breathes that seem impossible to take.

"spread it, baby, lemme see that shit," and you do, reaching back with both hands to display your messy cunt for him, documenting for yours and his eyes the way you so eagerly swallow him up. you spot the color on your nails. it's hobie's favorite, probably the reason he picked up his phone to record. "she take me so well, she love me, i swear."

you shift in your seat. what the fuck.

"you know she do," you hear yourself purr through a smile— damn, you sound good. hobie gives you a smack on your ass in response, not pulling his hand off just to grip and slap your reddened skin again. you hear yourself make a sound that falls between a whine and a giggle. falling forward from his slap, you watch the screen turn black as he catches you.

"i got you, baby. lemme turn this shit off."

the video ends. you're left staring at yourself in black reflection of your phone. snapping out of it, you exit the video, shaking your head and huffing out a shaky breath.

"what the fuck hobie" you text back.

"what" "you asked me what color"

"whatever. i'll text u after 🙄" "we looked good in that video tho 😭😭"

"yeah we did. now go get them nails done."