#hobie brown spider punk

[circusmantis]

I’ve missed them…

[sallythehuman-art]

Hobie Brown in the iconic Tom Holland outfit

Timelapse + original photo ⬇️

For all of my other Hobie fanart you can click on the hashtag #sthspiderpunk

Yeah it said "borrowed from Gwen" until a friend of mine pointed out that these would be huge for her

[jumexju]

Cat lover hobie supremacy

[slut4sugu]

BRO i cannot stop thinking about how hobie would most definitely be into dry humping/grinding through clothes.

LIKE JUST IMAGINE; the smell of cigarettes in the air as an rnb song played lowly in the background, your room lit by magenta led lights. The feeling of hobies large hands, squeezing the fat of your ass encouraging you to grind further on his bulge. That came about from finding out you had a tongue piercing, which turned hobie on immediately causing a makeout session to occur, the feeling of his tongue slipping inside of your mouth turning you on. A wet patch on your panties forming as your boyfriend started to get handsy. Which led to the predicament you both are in now. Grinding, moaning and groaning into each others mouths. Kisses messy and hungry as your mind went blank with pleasure. The feeling of your cunt grinding against his girth through his sweatpants causing you to moan louder than you should, which earned a smirk from hobie. “Don’t try n hide it doll I can feel you throbbing.” You hid your face in his neck, letting out a moan in surprise as you felt his hands drift up from your ass and to your waist, pulling you now in a back n forth motion to grind your sex harder on his bulge. “Fuck- shut up dumbass.” The groan that hobie let out from feeling your cunt made you clench around nothing tightly as you bit down slightly on his neck. Unintentionally causing hobies dick to twitch in sweats, which you felt. Causing you to giggle, “You’re kinky as hell aren’t you hobes? Didn’t know you were into biting.” You teased, purposely whispering seductively in his ear, a long drag of your hips making your eyes roll back. Your clit beginning to throb and your breath began to grow ragged despite your teasing. “You’re just as bad as me luv, twitchin so much and your not even on my dick. Who’s the slut now hm?”

Bonus <3

Loves seeing your face when you cum bro, if you’re not facing him in a mirror, looking at the monster stuffing you so full <3

DEFINITELY GUIDES YOU THROUGH IT (bro I’m thinking abt making a nsfw alphabet for him n noir.)

Smokes while fucking you and blows the smoke into your mouth its so hot omg

LOVES CHOKING (honestly loves when you ride him and your hands find they’re way around his neck.)

After care king, yall be watching horror movies afterwards (sometimes it ends up as him still being horny and he has you sit on his face </3)

Back to masterlist <3

[sp1der-wid0w]

they really made my christmas so interestinggg

[that-one-birbie]

Felt a little silly

[hoomanbeiing]

Hobie Brown 🎸

[dorphizar]

Look at dis boi

[merowkittie]

hiii! I was thinking about fem reader asking hobie to pierce her nipples bc she thinks it’ll look cute to which he agrees. but when he gets them done he’s literally so horny bc of how hot they make fem reader look..

hope you have a great day/night <3

Thanks :), you too, sweets!

Piercing Problems — Hobie Brown

Summary: Hobie gets a little horny while piercing your tits.

Warnings: lots of talk about your boobs / very suggestive / not proof read I’m sorry but it’s 2AM / talks of needles, piercings / a short smut scene (a flashback) / umm I think that’s it..

Sorry is he’s ooc, still trying to figure out his character also this was rushed because this was requested a good week or two ago..

Hobie was back at it again with piercing your body.

He had you sitting on the counter in your shared bathroom. Your locs were put up in a bun behind your head with some pieces hanging out and framing your soft face.

You were dangling your legs from your sitting position, swinging them back and forth, waiting for your boyfriend to finish getting his stuff together to pierce your nipples.

To say you were scared was an understatement. You were sure this would feel like you were dying and you were 100% sure you’d pass out in the process. Hobie had told you that you didn’t have to do it but you thought about all the perks about getting them.. and they were really cute!

“Ya ready, love?” He turned to you with a sharpie in hand. He walked move in front of you to be standing between your legs.

You nodded your head and lifted your shirt up to reveal your hardened nipples. They were cold from the chilly air of the bathroom. Hobie cupped your breasts, fondling them childishly.

You kicked him in the thigh and sighed. “Stop! Mark the area already and pierce it.. I’m going to piss on myself, I’m so fucking scared Hobie.”

He looked at you and rolled his eyes. He pressed a kiss to each of your nipples and then to your lips as a way to reassure you. You knew he knew what he was doing but he liked to play a lot.. too much.

Here’s how the conversation went with him to even agreeing to pierce your nipples in the first place:

“Mm.. fuck! Hobie, please..!” You placed your hand on his head somewhere in his wicks and tugged his further into your body.

His lips were attached to your nipples and his fingers inside of your cunt. His fingers were pumping in and out of you at a fast pace. Your hips were meeting his motions but stopped after you felt your cunt start to squeeze him hard and your stomach felt so full.

“Please what, babe?” He stopped his fingers for a moment, waiting to here the words he was looking for from your pouty lips.

You whined and whimpered at the loss of his thrusting fingers. You tried to move on your own but he held down your hips with his free hand.

“Please.. Please B, I need to cum so bad! I need you..” you looked at him with your lust blown eyes and he nodded, biting at your nipple which made you yelp.

“There you go, baby punk. I’ve gotcha ya. Lemme hear those pretty noises, yea?” He smirked up at you when he saw your eyes roll back in your head as his fingers started their movements again.

When you two finished, you kind of just laid around watching movies and talking mindlessly about stuff. Your nipples ached because of all the biting and sucking Hobie was doing to them. They were so sensitive. Though, how would it feel if you had piercings? I mean besides the feeling you thought they’d look cute on your breasts.

“B. What do you think about nipple piercings?” You peered up at him.

He didn’t say nothing at first, seemingly in thought and then nodded.

“Yea, they’re hot. What about ‘em?” He questioned, his eyes now on you. He knew where this was going but he just wanted to hear it from you.

You hummed. You didn’t know if you were very sure about your decision so you sat in silence for a minute, thinking it over. The pros and cons. The pain, pleasure, what about it be like? Then you were like fuck it.

“I want ‘em. I think they’re cute. What do you think, querido?” You bit your lips in anticipation of his response.

“I think you’d look quite lush.” He smirked at you. Instantly agreeing with this decision and he wouldn’t mind piercing it for you.

Now here you two were in your bathroom, at probably four in the morning, piercing your nipples.

You prayed a good six times during the prep process. You really weren’t one to handle pain well. A bit dramatic people would say.

After Hobie marked little dot indications on your nipples he placed the clamp on one and you gasped.

“What the fuck. B! That shit hurts. Is it supposed to feel this tight?” You winced as he adjusted it a bit and grabbed the needle.

He shrugged, “I wouldn’t know, lovie. How did it feel when I pierced your stomach?” He raised a brow waiting for you to respond.

You thought for a second and it felt pretty similar.

“The same way.”

“Then you’re good, shut your gob.”

You huffed and playfully kicked him again. He was getting annoying.

“Alright Alright. Don’t move, I’m gonna pierce ya now.” He grabbed the needle from the napkin he placed down besides you and steadily aligned it with the mark on your nipple. “Count with me, one?”

You felt the needle start to poke you and sucked in a breath, Hobie gave you a look and you let out a shaky breath. “Tw- FUCK!”

Before you got done saying two Hobie already put the needle through and slid the bar through your bud and quickly screwed the ball onto it.

“Oh my god, Hobie. Are you mental?” You stared at him wide eyed. Your face scrunched up in disbelief and confusion. You had tears coming down your face and you didn’t know what to do with your emotions at the moment.

He snickered at your reaction and clamped your other nipple, preparing for the next piercing. He cleaned the needle he used and the bar. He already cleaned the area he was gonna pierce and marked it. He thought you were doing alright, could tone it down with the screams cause it was, super early in the morning. You guys didn’t need another noise complaint.

As he started to line the needle up with your nipple he asked you a question, “Did you know Gwen and Miles kissed? Finally, right?”

“What!” You exclaimed and then that turned into a muffled yelp as he did what he did last time, slipping the barbell in and quickly screwing on the ball.

“Yup. Lad took forever!” He chuckled.

Once he finished cleaning any blood from the piercings you took a look at them in the mirror. Your tits looked beautiful with the shiny silver of the piercing sticking out of it. Hobie was behind you admiring his handy work.. and how your nips looked. His hands came crawling up your aides and he cupped the bottom of your breasts, holding them up as they sat perky in his hands.

He kissed your temple and rubbed his hands up and down your stomach and back to your breasts. You knew what he was doing and you felt butterflies in your chest at his movements.

“You like them?” He asked you. It wasn’t really a question more of a statement.

“Hell yea. They’re awesome, B.” You smiled, tilting your head up at him and kissing his jaw.

He hummed and pinched your sensitive nipples, earning a whine and a playful swat from you. You could feel him press against you and you knew he was hard from just staring at your tits with the newly added piercing.

“You know.. I should repay you right?” You turned around and placed your hands on his chest. Looking him in the eyes you bit your lip. He nodded, as if to tell you to go on, “Do you want me to help you out with that?” One of you hands traveled down to the bulge in his boxers. Rubbing it slightly causing him to groan.

“Mhm.. I want a view of those tits when you ride me.”

[circusmantis]

Words etched into your skin🩷

[sallythehuman-art]

PUNKS SUPPORT TRANS RIGHTS

Pride art I did in June 2024 😼

This is not ship art!! I love their relationship but I see Hobie as being a big brother for Gwen after she lost everything

When I posted this on TT I got so much hate lol...

Timelapse + where I got Hobie's shirt from ⬇️

Surprise! It's David Tennant

For other Hobie fanarts you can click on the tag #sthspiderpunk

[jumexju]

missing him lowkey

≡;- ꒰ commissions are open on my kofi ! ꒱ + reblogs are heavily appreciated !!

[slut4sugu]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗— nsfw hcs

“Keep looking at me ma cmon, ya look so pretty when you do.”

“Fuck- desperate are you?”

“Such a pretty doll f’me.”

“Smile for the camera love.”

“Take it like a good girl if you wanna cum luv.”

“Go on answer it, if you can keep quite I’ll let you cum.”

“Yeah, you can hold my hand doll, tell me if it hurts ok?”

“Cmon pretty I know you got another one in you, give it to me, make a fucking mess f’me.”

“Don’t hide from me sweets, ‘wanna see your face when you squirt.”

“Fuck the sheets make a mess.”

“I got you love m’right here.”

“Take it deeper doll—thats it fuck.”

“yeah? right there? tell me how fuckin’ good it feels, doll.”

“Oh I’m not done with you yet sweets.”

“Your so cute when your creaming on my cock yknow that?”

“Ride it out baby, feel good for me.”

“I love you too doll, I-fuck- love you so fuckin much.”

[lazypanartist]

HIIIII!! <333

I would like to request a Hobie Brown x Spider woman reader that is hard to track down because she likes to go into different universes to cause chaos and every time she ends up in a fight with an anomaly and it ends really bad sometimes because she’s reckless? I LOVE YOUR WORK BTW YOURE SO TALENTED

:)

Tysm!!

Hobie x Reckless! Spider-Woman Reader

Probably bastardized his accent but whatever, mention of injury

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It was par for the course, really.

Hobie rolled his eyes as Miguel pinched between his own, the older man sighing quietly.

"Your girlfriend. Again."

Hobie shrugged, but deep down there was a slight fear gnawing at his stomach."

"You know she's probably hurt."

"'Course." He shrugged again. "'S what she does. Rushes in, pokes 'er nose where it prbably shouldn't be, gets inna couple'a fights."

"Gets hurt." Miguel emphasized.

"Sir," Lyla popped up on Miguel's device, interrupting his train of thought. Hobie glanced towards her, heart soaring at the implication.

"I've tracked her signature. Straight to an anomaly."

"Of course." Miguel sighed deeply from his nose before shaking his head.

He was always so thankful for Lyla, her being able to find you when nobody else could predict your next move. It was endearing to him, but her help was probably one of the only things keeping you from dying.

"Hobie."

"On it."

He didn't think it should be possible, this innate sense of anomaly seeking. Then again..

Not much was impossible. There was always a reality where things worked a little differently.

When he popped out of his portal, he only had a moment to reach out and grab your arm as you flew past. He relished in the quiet "oomf" you let out into his chest.

It meant you were alive.

"Hey, babe." You mumbled up at him.

"Hey. Miguel told me where to find you."

"Oof." You lifted your head, nodding towards a flickering structure. "Ock anomaly. Tossed me pretty good."

"I could tell." He touched down on a building, setting you gently on your feet. He watched you brush off momentarily before your eyes were fixed back on the building.

"You're not going back in."

When you gave him an incredulous look he merely smiled, bumping his shoulder to yours.

"Not alone."

The smile you gave him could fuel him for days, he thought, following you back into your firefight.

[kortsitron]

Corruption

✮ PARING Hobie Brown × Trans Male! Reader

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS reader realizes he's trans, pre-transition reader, religious themes, christianity, fluff, angst, supportive! hobie, reader is referred to as a girl/daughter in some moments, hobie and reader are both young adults, gender dysphoria, toxic parents, abuse, transphobia, cursing, reader is referred by she/her by his parents, happy ending

✮ SUMMARY A stranger comes to your town and helps you realize who you are

✮ A/N  If you know me, you probably know my opinion on Christianity and religion in general, but I won't lie, I kinda like the religious themes. Especially when it's about being taken out of it and realizing that the world has so much to offer once you leave it. I guess it's my type of thing since I have been raised as a catholic little ‘girl’ and now I hate religion with pure passion after having it shown down my throat for years when I was younger. One more thing, if you're not comfortable, please do not read this. I am aware there are people who can be triggered by any of the things mentioned in the warnings/tags. If you decide to read this, I hope you're going to enjoy it! <3

In a way inspired by confessions by @eyesxxyou

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You were such a perfect girl in everyone's eyes. Always so nice and polite, obedient towards your parents, in church every Sunday. You were so feminine, so lovely. Always wore those pretty dresses and skirts of yours, along with the necklace with virgin Mary on your pretty neck. And your gorgeous long hair. You were a perfection to everyone around you.

But you didn't feel perfect in the slightest.

You felt so wrong for some reason you couldn't quite name. Your body felt like a cage you couldn't get out of and you didn't know why. All you knew was that you wanted to cut your hair, hide your body under some baggy clothing and yell at everyone who called you a girl. But obviously you couldn't do that, no matter how much you wanted to. You didn't want people to look at you weirdly, to call you a freak. 

So you decided to stay quiet, knowing that nothing was going to change because you were too scared to do it on your own. Scared of judgment and scared of being abandoned. 

All you did was pray that your sinful fantasies would simply go away. But instead of them going away, something else happened. Like the prayers from the depth of your heart have been heard and finally answered.

You saw him after the Sunday mass, as you were standing next to your mother while she was talking with someone else. He was nothing like you've ever seen before. Those piercing glistening in the sunlight just like the spikes on his vest. The distressed pants with patches and chains. And those heavy boots. He was the definition of perfection, definitely not to those around you, but for you without a doubt.

You have caught eye contact with that beautiful stranger. His stunning brown eyes stared into yours as he smirked at you. He probably thought you were just a pretty girl, you assumed. After all, why would he think differently?

“Do not look at him.” Your mother scolded you, grabbing you by your shoulder and turning you to face her. You could see the disgust on her face. You’ve never seen her with that kind of grimace on her face. “I do not want to see you near him. I can already tell he's no good.”

She didn't say it, but you could already tell she saw him as the embodiment of everything that was sinful. And the last thing she wanted was her precious daughter to stray from God's path.

You glanced at the punk for the last time before your mother said that you were going home. He still watched you. He wasn't sure what it was about you that made him want to get to know you. But something inside him told him that you needed him.

Since then you saw him around the town, but you didn't dare to come close to him. You felt a rush of excitement in your stomach every time you saw him, saw that smirk of his. You didn't have anyone who excited you the way he did. But he indeed did excite you, but you couldn't even talk to him, being scared your parents might yell at you.

Everything changed when you were peacefully reading the bible on the bench next to the church. It was so warm and sunny, so you picked a spot under a tree. Your hair was made into a long braid that was getting more loose without you noticing. 

You then heard someone sit next to you. You looked up from the bible to see him. That beautiful punk, smirking at you shamelessly. He looked even better up close. 

“Hello, luv. I'm Hobie.” His voice was lower than you thought it would be. But it sounded so good, so smooth you could almost melt. His eyes looked from your face to the bible you held your hand, then back to your face. You started wondering what was on his mind. “What's your name, hmm?”

You bashfully told him your name. You weren't sure how to act. Was he expecting you to pretend to be this perfect girl everyone perceived you as? Or maybe he was finally someone that could let you be yourself? Either way, you were scared to find out.

He chuckled at your bashful reaction. Your cheeks got pink so quickly. You were just so adorable. And so… innocent. But you had a feeling he could see right through you. See that all of this was just a facade and under all of it, there was a real you, trying to get to the surface. Trying to be free.

“Have you ever listened to punk rock?” Hobie asked out of nowhere. You blinked. You? Listening to loud, unapologetic music? You could never do that. At least not without worrying about being judged.

Finally you shook your head and his smirk widened. “Darlin’, we have to change that immediately.” He saw you shake your head even more. 

You heard about punk rock. The unapologetic and loud music for brutal men who have abandoned God's ways and all the rules. At least that's what you have been told by your mother. “They are good for nothing but corrupting the minds of pretty girls like you. And I cannot let that happen.” She told you and you wondered if Hobie was that type of punk. The type to ruin you and corrupt you.

“I-I can't. I am not allowed to listen to that kind of music.” You looked down at the bible in your hands, you couldn't look Hobie in the eyes. You expected him to think you were weird for not being allowed to listen to what you wanted. But all you wanted was to avoid conflict.

Hobie's face went from confusion to smirk again. “Oh please. I can see that there's a little rebel hidden behind those pretty innocent eyes.” So he indeed could right through you.

You nervously played with your hair, wanting to both agree and refuse. And in a quick moment, your beautiful braid was untied. “Oh no.” You watched your hairband fall onto the grass. Hobie noticed it too. He moved and grabbed it, quickly cleaning it off from all the dirt. “Allow me.” He spoke so softly. You weren't sure if you should allow him to touch you in any way, but he just wanted to help you tie your hair, right? 

You decided not to overthink it, sitting with your back facing him, so he could tie your hair. You didn't expect it, but he was so gentle with your hair. No harsh hair pulling. His fingers parted your hand so nicely before he began to braid it. You almost melted.

And soon, you had your pretty braid again. Not as perfect as you could have done it, but it was still really nice. “Thank you so much, Hobie.” You said quietly before excusing yourself and saying you had to go. His eyes softened, he only nodded, asking if he could talk to you again. “I hate to say it, but I can't be seen with you.” 

Hobie sighed, his fingertip tapped at his lip ring, he seemed lost in thoughts. “And if we meet in secret?” He looked down at you, you were so short compared to him. “You can come over to my place, no one will know you were with me and I could show you some of my world.” He spoke so proudly when he mentioned introducing you to his world. And even though you technically shouldn't be meeting him, you were more than curious. So you agreed at last.

Obviously, someone saw you with Hobie. Your parents weren't proud of you for talking to him. You had no other choice than to lie, just like you did when it came to who you really felt about yourself. 

Yes, I like this dress. 

Yes, I like those shoes.

Yes, my hair is so pretty when it's so long.

Yes, I am a girl.

You had to lie, even though you wish you didn't have to. But you hoped that at the end of the day, when you were praying before going to sleep, God would forgive you for lying to everyone around you. He would understand, right?

So, as always, you lied, telling your parents that Hobie asked for some help because he was a newcomer and didn't know the town very well. Your parents weren't happy you talked to him, but knew, or at least believed, you were too good and polite to refuse to help him. They didn't think twice about it, allowing you to go to your room. They didn't mention Hobie braiding your hair, so you just assumed they didn't know about it, so you decided not to mention it either. It was better to keep your mouth shut.

You were careful when the day of visiting Hobie came. You told your parents that you went to study the bible at your friend's house. They didn't suspect a thing. You made sure no one could see you as you made your way to Hobie's apartment. And soon enough, you were in front of the door of his apartment.

You knocked lightly, heard the sound of locks being unlocked and then the door finally opened. You saw Hobie and he looked at you with that same softness like the last time. But this time he rubbed one eye with a cotton pad. You had a look of confusion on your face when you saw that.

“Come in, luv.” He moved so you could come inside, but instead of looking around, you watched him.

“Are you… wiping off your makeup?” The question sounded so stupid in your mind. Men weren't wearing makeup… right?

Hobie chuckled softly before going to the bathroom to wipe the makeup off more precisely in front of the mirror. You saw a few small eyeshadow palettes with bright eyeshadow in them, along with eyeliner and even two lipsticks. Even you didn't own that much makeup, you barely had any makeup since your parents didn't want you to paint your face like a whore.

“Yeah. I have been to a small party outside the town, so I wanted to look me best.” Hobie explained, before throwing a dirty pad into the bin. He then turned to you, it was obvious that you never saw a man wearing makeup before. You've never seen someone like him before. He allowed himself to check you out, you had a long skirt and a cute top that matched the skirt so well. “I am guessing you never wore the kind of makeup I usually go for?”

His hand grabbed one of the eyeshadow palettes and gave it to you, so you could see the inside better. You didn't think much and opened it. You hand one makeup palette and it was mostly light browns, one a little more glittery eyeshadow and two light pinks. But Hobie’s? It was so colorful. Red, blue, green and yellow. All of them so bright and pigmented.

He smiled when he saw your reaction, he felt excitement in his stomach. You looked stunned. “Why don't I finally show you that punk rock?” He left the bathroom and you followed him. His apartment was a little messy. Posters on every wall, some chokers and other jewelry scattered in some places and some clothes laying around. But his room was even better. It was so… him. You could see the room scream Hobie. Even more posters, a guitar. It might have been a little messy, but it had so much character.

Hobie moved to the old cd player and in the matter of seconds, the loud music played. Black Flag on full volume. At first you weren't sure what to think, but soon, you started loving it. You stopped caring about anything when the music played, banging your head to the rhythm. At first a little shyly, but then you were more confident about it, not caring if you were going to mess up your hair. You looked so happy, you felt so happy. It has been since you felt like that.

Even since Hobie came here, he finally saw your smile, the real and sincere smile on that face of yours. But he saw it falter when Can't Decide by the Black Flag started playing.

Sun's coming up and I can't decide

To spill my emotions or keep them inside

Go for a drive, go to the store

I'm looking for something that can't be bought there

I always wear a smile

Because anything but a smile would make me have to explain

And they wouldn't understand anyway

And they wouldn't understand anyway

I conceal my feelings so I won't have to explain

What I can't explain anyway

It hit so close to home, you almost started sobbing. Hobie saw it immediately and turned the music off. He sat next to you, one arm around you while he rubbed your arm with the other to comfort you. He barely knew you, but he was so concerned about your well being already. “What happened, dove?” He asked so quietly, almost as if he was scared he might make you start crying just by asking.

But you weren't ready to admit what has been going inside your head for months. And he could see that so well. A few tears went down your cheeks so you asked for a tissue. You smudged your makeup a bit, but luckily Hobie was able to fix it with the only brown palette he owned, the one had forgotten about since he never used it.

You gathered your things and apologized. “Don't apologize, luv. Just know you can come and talk about what's going on in that pretty head of yours.” You only nodded before leaving. 

Your parents weren't home by the time you came back, they were probably in the neighbor's house, talking and eating how they did once in a while. Probably praising you how good and obedient you were, and how they were happy to have a daughter like you.

And after that situation at Hobie's place, it became harder to pretend. It became hard not to cry when you were called a perfect daughter, pretty girl and beautiful woman. You couldn't wait any longer, you had to talk with someone about it. And the only person who would not judge you was Hobie. 

It has been a while since you talked to him. But you came back, trembling, looking like you were about to start crying at any given moment. Hobie didn't think twice, he just let you in, sat down on the floor while he seated you on his bed. His calloused hands found yours and he caressed them gently in order to comfort you.

And finally, after all this time, you opened up about what has been on your mind for all those months. You explained how you felt trapped in your own body, how you hated being seen as a girl and how much it hurt when you were called and seen as one. How much you just wanted to be yourself.

Hobie's eyes softened, his hand touched your delicate cheek as his thumb stroked it. You didn't flinch away from his touch, instead you leaned into his hand, enjoying the way he touched you. “Darlin’, I think you might be trans.”

“I might be what?” Your nose was already stuffed from all that crying, making your voice sound funny. Hobie sighed before his lips curled into the soften of smiled. 

“Trans, hun.” You still looked confused, but he wasn't going to blame you. You've been living in a place where you were too scared to be yourself, you couldn't name your feelings even though you have been feeling them for months. It was obvious these people weren't talking about things like that, at least not in the way that would make you want to explore those feelings.

“It's uh, it's when your body doesn't match how you feel on the inside. Like you, you have been born as a woman, but you don't feel like one, don't you?” You shook your head, of course you didn't feel like a woman. Thinking about yourself as a woman didn't feel right. 

Hobie got an idea. “Why don't you go to the bathroom and take all of that off? I'll bring ya some clothes and then you'll tell me how you feel.” He helped you with making your way to the bathroom and closed the door after you. You took off the dress, standing in nothing more than your underwear. It felt a bit less suffocating to not be wearing that stupid dress.

Soon, you heard Hobie knock on the door. “I have some stuff I think might look good on you.” You covered yourself with the towel that was near you, not wanting for Hobie to see your body. But he didn't even peek in, instead he held the clothes for you, letting you grab them before he quickly closed the door behind him.

You looked down at the clothes. Some distressed jeans with patches and studded belt, white shirt with some graffiti, which you assumed was decorated by Hobie himself and even some hand warmers to match the outfit.

You had put on the outfit and left the bathroom, only to see Hobie waiting for you. His eyes sparkled when he saw you. And he could see it in your face that you felt better. He looked so excited for you.

But you still had that long braid. “Let me…” Hobie murmured before you felt him touch your hair again. You weren't sure what he did exactly, but when you stepped in front of the mirror, your hair looked so short. It wasn't perfect, but you loved how your hair looked, way more than it looked in a braid, ponytail or any other hairstyle you were used to. You looked like a boy, and you were so happy.

At that very moment, you knew you couldn't go back to how your life was before. You couldn't go back to wearing dresses, praying to the God that probably never listened to you and did not care about you. You could no longer pretend that you were the perfect girl you were seen as until now.

Hobie's hands grabbed you by your shoulder. “Do you want me to call by a different name?” He asked, glancing at your reflection in the mirror as he rubbed your shoulders. You thought about it for a moment, before looking up at him and speaking up. “Do you think [Name] would suit me?”

Hobie chuckled and nodded. “Definitely, luv. Definitely.” He couldn't help himself and softly kissed your cheek. You were surprised by the sudden affection, but you enjoyed it.

“I want you to cut my hair. I want it short..” You said so suddenly, your voice was a little shaky, but you couldn't wait anymore. You have wanted to cut it for a while and you didn't want anyone else other than Hobie to do it. He was surprised by you. He didn't expect you to want to do it now.

“Are you su–” 

“Yes, I am sure.” You cut him off, you didn't want to be mean, but you couldn't wait any longer. “Please… I don't want to go back to what was before. I don't want to pretend to be someone who I am not.” You begged, you sounded so desperate. He couldn't say no to you when you sounded like that.

“Okay.” He said, giving your shoulders a squeeze before he took you to the bathroom. He brought a small stool and seated you on it. He grabbed a scissors, untied your hair, looking at it for the last time before he started cutting it. You squeezed your eyes shut, your stomach swirling with anxiety, as you listened to the sound of the scissors cutting your hair.

Snip! Snip! Snip!

You felt your hair, your hair that you got so many compliments on, tickling your arms and neck before it fell down on the bathroom floor. “Done.” Hobie said, his voice was flat. It made you worry. Did you look bad? Did he mess up your hair? Was it a mistake?

He brushed the cut hair off of you, before you stood up and looked in the mirror. It was not perfect, but it still made you feel good. You started sobbing immediately. “Dove? Are you alright?” Hobie asked, worried and a little panicked.

“I've never felt better.” You sobbed out and he sighed, relieved that you liked it. He hugged you tightly, being so glad to see you happy with who you were.

But it couldn't go on forever. You came home pretty late, still wearing the clothes Hobie gave you earlier. And in the hoodie he gave so you wouldn't be cold while coming back home. You knew confrontation wouldn't be something you were able to avoid . And you knew it wouldn't be a light confrontation either.

Your parents were sitting in the living room. As soon as you closed the front door behind you, you heard your father call you by the name you no longer wished to be called by. You took a deep breath, pulling a hood over your head before you entered the living room. Your parents eyes were immediately on you, your mother gasped loudly.

“What the fuck is that!?” Your father yelled, he stood up and grabbed you by the hood and yanked it off your head. He intended to grab you by your hair, but there was nothing to grab. Your lovely long hair was long gone and there was nothing they could do about it. In a way, that made you proud.

“What have you done to yourself!?” Your mother shouted with tears in her eyes. You've never seen her crying and you didn't expect her to get so emotional. She always seemed so cold. “Where's your hair? Your dress?” She's never been so panicked. “What will we say to the others once they see that your hair is gone? What will they think of us? What will they think of you?”

There was this need to apologize, turn the time back and never let yourself explore who you really were. But you weren't going to let this need win. You have been obedient for way too long. You were pretending for way too long and now? You were tired of it.

“I don't fucking care what are they going to think of me!” You shouted back. Both of your parents were startled by the fact that you just cursed. They never heard you curse, nor did they hear you sound so confident. “I have been pretending to be someone who I wasn't me for way too long. I am not going to let you decide about how I am anymore!” 

Slap!

Your father slapped you so hard you fell to the floor. Your cheek was all red already. You and your mother were both shocked. Your father was about to take his belt off and start beating you, but your mother stopped him. “I am sure there's something we can do instead of beating her up. People will notice and they might think we were the one to cut her hair off. We can buy a wig until her hair grows back.”

“I am not growing it back and I am not putting the dresses back on.” You hissed. Maybe you shouldn't have done that, but you ripped off the virgin Mary necklace off your neck and threw it.

Your parents were more than shocked at your action. “She must have been corrupted by that punk!” Your mother cried out. “What are we going to–” Your father lost his temper. Instead of beating you up like he initially planned, he grabbed you and threw you out the door. “I no longer have a daughter!” It was the last thing you heard before he closed the door.

Soon, your father started throwing your things out the window. All those gorgeous dresses and skirts flying out the window. Before you were terrified to even slightly rip them and now? You didn't care that they got dirty, they stopped mattering to you. You only waited for your father to throw your phone. You wanted to catch it, but it fell onto the concrete, the phone screen broke, but luckily for you, you still were able to use it. You grabbed some more important things that your father had thrown and then made your way to Hobie's apartment.

He was concerned, but both of you knew it was better that way. If you stayed, nothing would change and everything would go worse. More praying, more femininity, more pretending. But you weren't going to stay with your parents, luckily Hobie said you could stay with him.

You were laying with Hobie in his bed. You were so lost in your thoughts and he could see it clearly. Hobie laid on his side to face you, the tips of his fingers brushed against your jaw to get your attention. You turned to look at him. “You okay?” You put your hands on your face and sighed.

“I'm fine. It’s just… I've wanted to be myself for a while and I…” You paused for a moment, not looking into Hobie's eyes. In a way, it all felt unreal. Usually, you would now be in your bed, reading the bible or praying. And now, you were laying with a man you didn't know very well, but he gave you everything you could have asked for. Acceptance, help and hope. 

Your eyes finally met his again. “I didn't expect that it would actually happen. I thought I was going to be everyone's perfect girl until I die, but you came into my life and changed everything. Thank you so much for that.” You smiled at him, you were so grateful he came into your life. He smiled back at you and leaned to kiss your cheek.

“You're very welcome, luv.” 

You both left the town as quickly as you could since that happened. Now, it has been 6 years since the day you met him. Everything has been truly perfect since then. Your transition was going well and you recently had your top surgery.

And Hobie? He was with you the whole time. During the first appointment at the doctor, he helped you take your first testosterone shot and he held your hand both before and after the surgery.

Life couldn't be more perfect and you never felt more perfect.

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[rosinchenbroetchen]

"Cooler than me?"

"Nah, that's impossible"

Summary: You are friends with Hobie, but he'd like to be more than this. Out of jealousy and perhaps insecurity, Hobie holds back from making his move despite pining deeply.

An old sfw Hobie Brown x Reader fic, first posted on ao3

this is the second chapter, the first chapter (the story from the reader's perspective) can be found here. can be read as a stand-alone, though.

Word count: 3476

The math teacher is blabbering on about some test Hobie couldn't care less about. The only thing actually keeping him here is the person sitting next to him. His gaze falls on them, he takes in the concentrated look on their face as they note down the topics of said upcoming test. Their hair falls perfectly onto their adorable face and the afternoon sun shining through the windows perfectly accentuates their features. He frowns a little when he realizes that he is not the only one enjoying this view; the boy on their other side is gazing at them, too. Hobie can't tell if the look in the boy's eyes is admiration or love, but either way, he doesn't like it.

Hobie's thoughts are interrupted by the bell ringing. He looks away but doesn't move from his place, calmly watching all the students hurry out of the classroom. All of them except for two. Him and them. They have already packed their things and seem to be waiting for him. He looks away, feeling the aftermath of the one-nighter he spent thinking about his life, capitalism, but most of all them in his bones.

"Hey, Hobie!"

Their voice is sweeter than honey, even when they aren't trying to sound sweet.

"Hm?"

"Class is over, come on!"

Hobie watches as they go over to his desk and start picking up his things and packing them into his bag.

What have I done to deserve such a nice friend?

And yet, he still wants more, though he is already getting more than he should.

He thinks if he wasn't looking at them, he would've probably already rested his tired eyes, but they literally and figuratively are a sight for sore eyes. But it's not just that. He has no idea what it is, but something about them is different. They're like a person with all the qualities Hobie could ever want in a partner.

A partner.

A partner?

Hobie never really likes to think in labels like that, but labelling them as a partner, or somebody he is in a relationship with somehow just sounds... right to him.

"Come on, now."

Their voice makes Hobie snap out of his thoughts again and take the hand that they are offering him. They pull him up and let go way too quickly for Hobie's liking. Sometimes, he can't help but be selfish when it comes to their attention. He slings his bag over his shoulder. They usher him out of the classroom.

The halls are busy as a bee hive, but not nearly as organized as one. Hobie drowns out the noise, focusing all his attention on them. He thinks about what it would be like if they held hands.

He knows that he would love to.

But would they?

The two exit the school, walking back home together. Hobie notices that their steps are light and their pace is quicker than his. They seem to have something on their mind.

Are they excited for the weekend?

Why?

Whenever he doesn't have music, there's nothing but the thought of them to distract him from less pleasant aspects of his life. Lost in his thoughts, he recalls the first time he walked home with them. He still remembers it as clear as day:

It was a rainy afternoon. Hobie was taking rather slow steps, letting the cold rain drops sink into his clothes. His shoes made strange squeaky noises and Hobie could only hope that the rain wouldn't severely damage the leather on both his shoes and jacket. The make-up he had put on was only semi-waterproof and starting to smudge. He looked over to his side when he heard quick steps catch up to him. He recognized their face: the person who was sat next to him in math class! They were looking away and Hobie was about to ask what they wanted of him when they held their umbrella over his head. He smiled nonchalantly at the considerate gesture.

"Sorry if this is awkward, I just thought- We know each other from our math class, right? I didn't want you to freeze out in the rain."

Hobie nodded, sensing the nervousness in their tone.

Their cheeks were flushed from the cold and so was their nose. Hobie thought it was cute.

Hobie looks beside him. Right now, they are seemingly still thinking about something.

Almost automatically, Hobie asks, much like every Friday: "So, can I stay at yours for the weekend?"

He waits patiently for a response, but gets none. He looks over to them, slightly irritated. They are still thinking about something, staring into nothingness with a small smile on their face. This isn't exactly an unusual occurrence; Hobie often catches them in the middle of a daydream.

"Hey, you listening?", Hobie asks as he waves his hand in front of their face.

They blink and shake their head, getting back to the current situation, away from their thoughts of whatever made them so happy.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

"I asked if I could stay at yours for the weekend."

"Yeah. Haven't asked my parents, but I'm sure they're ok with it."

Hobie nods, internally grateful that they don't ask why or what is going on in his home. It is a sensitive topic for him and they understand. He appreciates how considerate they are.

Hobie is glad that he doesn't have to get anything from his place since a lot of his stuff is already in their closet or bathroom.

His mind wanders and he thinks about what they would look like in his clothes.

Do they ever think of trying them on?

He wouldn't stop them.

Upon entering your place, Hobie takes his shoes off and neatly puts them aside. The first few steps without the extra three inches feel a little weird, but he manages.

When he hears their mother mention that she has already cooked for one extra person, his chest grows warmer, knowing that your family cares about him, almost as if he were a member of it.

Hobie gobbles the food down, thankful for every last spoonful. He isn't quite sure if he offers to wash the dishes to show his gratitude or out of politeness. Maybe he just wanted to have fun with his best friend. That he did, because once the dishes are done, the two of them run up the stairs in wet, soapy clothes, giggling and playfully fighting. He opens his eyes, which are teary from laughing, and wishes he could remember this moment forever. They look so beautiful, despite disheveled hair and wet clothes. There's a fuzzy feeling in his stomach and although he wishes it were from his body still getting used to the new, radioactive blood that is running through his veins, he knows better.

The both of them change in the same room, not caring for privacy when half of their days are spent around one another anyway.

Hobie, who is done changing before them, catches himself admiring their body. He wants to slap himself for it, but he can't resist the eye candy in front of him. Once the T-shirt is over their head, he quickly looks away and they flop down onto the bed.

He does the same thing, lying down beside them. Hobie's eyes are close to fluttering shut and he knows that he needs to occupy his mind with something to not fall asleep.

"Got any ideas?" Hobie asks, turning his head to look at them.

When they do the same thing, his breath hitches slightly and his stomach does a cartwheel. Their face is so close to his. It would be so easy to lean in and kiss them.

"Uhh, not really. Study maybe?"

That's right, he asked them a question. Hobie groans in embarrassment, rolling over so his back is turned to them. His mind wanders so easily when he is around them. It is almost scary how captivating love could be.

"So that's a no?"

Not really, anything could be fun if he did it with them.

"Hm."

"You know we have to."

"We don't have to."

He rolls back onto his other side, now facing them again. He had underestimated how close his face would be to theirs and he is sure he can feel his pupils dilating. They think for a minute, practically scanning his smug face with their eyes. Instead of an answer, Hobie only gets a shake of the head before they look back at the ceiling way too soon for his liking. They are often the one to pull away sooner than Hobie wants them to - perhaps they are uncomfortable with the thought of being so close to someone they consider a friend. That's why Hobie always lets them, afraid of losing the person that means the most to him.

They grin as their gaze stays glued to the ceiling.

Why can't they look at him? He's far cooler than the ceiling.

He shifts to lie on his stomach, afraid that he will fall asleep if he doesn't move around a bit. That would be embarrassing. Controlled by the need for them to pay attention to him, he starts poking their arm. He knows exactly how to annoy them just enough so that they give in without getting too mad or annoyed. It works right now, just like every time, but not in the way he expected.

"If you're that bored, then studying would be an efficient way to spend your time, no?"

Hobie stops poking them. This is not what he was expecting. He was expecting something like doing each other's manicure or makeup.

They get up, searching for their math book with a slouched posture. They want to do this just as little as he does. Well, them being his teacher does make this better, though.

Hobie rolls and closes his eyes. Their body dips into the soft mattress of the bed. They don't open the book, though. Hobie opens his eyes, asking himself what they are doing. They're looking at him.

"Did you pay attention in class at all or should I explain it to you?"

Say something funny, something snarky.

"Enlighten me."

A snort escapes them and Hobie's lips curl into a small grin. They liked the joke, good. While they explain, Hobie's gaze always darts back to their lips, no matter how many times he tries to look away. They might think he's just watching them talk, but he's not even registering half of their words. Hobie hears their voice, but he doesn't pay attention to the boring math they are explaining to him. He thinks of telling them how he feels, of kissing those soft lips right in front of him, but he quickly pushes those fantasies away. Those things are never going to happen. Not in this universe, certainly not. The memory of the boy next to them come back. Hobie suppresses a scowl at the thought, deciding to actually listen to them, now. He already knows all of this, though. Despite seemingly never listening, he can concentrate on what the teacher is saying while looking at them or thinking of lyrics for new songs. Lately, all of those have been sappy love songs. His bandmates have noticed and teased him for it. They don't understand, they haven't seen or talked to them.

They close the book and look into his eyes.

"Do you understand now?"

He already knew before they explained, but he still enjoyed listening to them talk. He wants to compliment them, make them smile and feel good about themselves. While he was actually listening, Hobie noticed that their sentences were coherent and easy to follow.

"Yeah. You're good at explaining things, you know that?"

They smile at the compliment. Their smile is so beautiful.

"Oh, really?"

"Of course, I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true, would I?"

Hobie smirks, stating the obvious. He's never really been a people pleaser, telling people what they want to hear. Instead, he often speaks his mind - as long as he knows it's safe to.

"You're right. Think you'll ace the test now?"

"If I'm even showing up, yes."

Of course he's showing up. He wouldn't miss an opportunity to be next to them. The test won't change that. He's definitely coming.

"You can't just leave me hanging like that! I'm not going to survive a lesson of maths without some company."

They dramatically let themselves fall back into the mattress, a little sigh escaping them.

"I'll think about it."

Hobie smiles, already having made up his mind. Of course he's coming. If he said that, it wouldn't seem cool, though, right? He keeps up his nonchalant exterior and pours his feelings into song lyrics instead of telling them. He never thought of himself as a coward, but he is, in a way. He doesn't think he could bare to lose them, so he pretends to be content just being their friend. Their best friend, actually.

While Hobie thinks about his feelings, he subconsciously starts playing with his lip piercing. He needs a distraction from these thoughts.

"I'm bored."

"Then think of something we could do."

We could kiss.

They sigh, probably out of boredom. Now, without distractions, Hobie's thoughts drift back to the guy from maths. He was a normal, regular dude. Much more normal than Hobie. He wonders, do they like more 'normal' guys?

"You know that guy that sits next to you in maths?"

"You mean yourself?"

Hobie shakes his head. "No, no. Your other side."

"What about him?"

Is that a blush on their face? Hobie hopes it isn't at the mention of him.

"I think he likes you."

"What? Why?"

"He's always ogling you. You've never noticed?"

They huff. "Well, I am busy listening to the teacher most of the lesson."

"Hm. You'll have to pay attention to him next time."

"Pff. I Don't think I've ever really interacted with him. I think he'll get over it. Besides, I have my heart set on someone else already."

Oh.

Ouch.

For a moment, Hobie's heart stops. He wants to be happy for them, but it's hard. Normally, he's pretty good at concealing his feelings but his tired mind isn't helping. Hobie forces a smirk and shifts to sit up. He leans over them. Might as well find out who stole their heart before he could.

"Who? Do I know them?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Well, then tell me. Come on!"

"Oh, I'm starting to notice I shouldn't have told you."

They cover their face with their hands, embarrassed. Hobie takes their hands away, gentle but firm.

"Exactly. Tell me!"

The least you could do is tell me. Please.

"Well, he's, uh, tall, handsome and very cool."

"Cooler than me?" Hobie jokes. He chuckles, but it's very clear that he doesn't feel like it. He's always been the type to joke in serious conversations.

"Nah, that's impossible."

If that guy isn't cooler than him, then why is he better?

"And what's his name?"

"That's not important."

What?

"Hm? If it's not important, you could just tell me, no?"

"I- I don't know his name."

They look away and it's clear that they're lying. Hobie squints his eyes, expressing his suspicion. Could it be? No, they can't possibly be talking about him - right? Hobie smirks. Why would they hide it from him if the person they liked wasn't him? His heart beats faster in his chest, blood rushing to his cheeks.

"You're lying." Hobie smirks, still not completely sure if they like him.

They sigh, furrowing their brows. He hopes they don't notice the rather desperate look on his face. He chews on his lip.

"Yeah, I am."

"Why?"

The silence says more than a thousand words. Hobie can clearly see the frustration in their features; their furrowed brows and clenched jaw, just like their nails digging into their thighs subconsciously. It's very obvious now why they were lying. All Hobie wants to do is to tell them that he loves them more than words could ever describe. He wants to show them all of the songs he wrote in math class, an attempt to do just that: put his love into words. He would probably be embarrassed, but maybe they would smile at the lyrics and give him a kiss and would make it worth his embarrassment. Maybe. But what if he's all wrong? What if there was another reason for them to lie?

Please, say something. Even if the truth hurts, I want to know it. I can't take this.

...

"I like you, okay? I didn't want you to know because I know that you see us as friends."

Really? He's not dreaming? He didn't fall asleep while listening to the new math topic?

He bites his lip a little harder than earlier, feeling a small sting. He is not dreaming. Quick, answer them!

Before he can answer, they scowl, quickly sitting up. Hobie has to move away, as he was still leaning over them. They look away.

"That's not true."

They look back at him. Their eyes are glossy, like they're about to cry.

Don't cry.

There's not a lot of things that can make Hobie genuinely upset, but seeing them cry? He doesn't think he'd be able to hold his own tears back.

"What's not true?" Their tone is laced with confusion and hurt. Hobie doesn't often get sentimental, talking about his feelings. Doing just that is the best thing he can do for them -and himself- right now, though.

"I... I don't just see us two as friends. I know I know I always say that I hate labels, but it's different when it comes to us two. I don't know why, but I wouldn't mind labelling myself as something like your partner or boyfriend or whatever, I don't care about these words, but what I know is that I wanna be with you."

It's easier for him to admit this while staring down at his lap, clasping his clammy hands together. After he's done, he searches their eyes, waiting for a reaction. They stay quiet, processing his response. His heart is beating quickly again, hammering against his chest. The sound rings in his ears and he's convinced they can hear it too. He doesn't even know why he's so nervous. They confessed first, of course they like him. But what will they do? Is it just one of those crushes where you can't even imagine yourself really being with the person?

Hobie is surprised when they pull him by his big T-shirt to hug him closely. He reciprocates their affection, resting his head on their shoulder. Hobie can hear them suppress a sneeze when they rest their head on his shoulder. His hair is probably tickling their nose. Cute.

He wishes he had hugged them like this before, he really didn't know what he was missing out on. Their body is soft in his hands, just like he had imagined those nights that he just couldn't manage to fall asleep. Both of their hearts beat against each other. It feels very good be so close to someone -scratch that, close to them, Hobie didn't know he needed this until now. He can't make himself let go, only loosening his grip when they do. Just like always, they pull back first. But this time, not too soon for Hobie's liking. Even after the hug, they are still so close to him. Their face is dangerously close to his, too. Hobie takes in the sight of their face. There was never a reason to be jealous of the guy in maths class. He might get to see them concentrated on solving equations or raising their hand eagerly, but he will never get to see their face like this, flushed after hugging him, eyes yearning for more. While Hobie admires them, they take their hands off of his back, instead cupping his cheeks. Without even having to think, he leans in. They nod, closing their eyes just like him. The kiss is slow and sensual. Hobie enjoys every moment; the warmth of their lips, the feel of their skin and the amount of love they put into each of their movements. Hobie smirks, slowly pushing his tongue into their mouth to show them his rather freshly pieced tongue. He's lucky it's healed already, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to feel this sensation. When the both of them pull away, Hobie feels that the cheeks in his hands are hotter than before. His are, too.

Nothing could hold back the smile tugging at his lips. Hobie hadn't thought they would like someone like him. He can't put into words how happy he is about having been wrong.

"I'll totally go to school on Monday. Just to see you, though."