#hobie headcanons

[nymphapunkcake]

Hobie grabs the empanada

I think we don't value these Hobie frames enough. I mean, I'm Argentinian and I've NEVER seen someone grab an empanada with so much style and looking so good. Like, sir, it's an empanada, it's nothing more than dough and filling (which is great) but he inspects it so seriously and expectantly.

Sure, he's a british guy from the '70s, he doesn't have to know exactly how an empanada is or taste, but still.

In the scene he takes it with his spider web and gently lifts it to observe it, in a very smooth move. Also, his carefree posture (the same one I have now writing this lol) I mean, porque tan cool señor?

We know that beyond the empanada he is attentive to his surroundings and pays attention to the situation with Miguel, Gwen and Miles even though it may seem like not.

In the second frame Hobie seems to even look at the camera. Just imagine for a moment staring at him, he notices it, and he throws that bombastik side-eye to you with the empanada still in his hand...

I think I would die in seconds.

[sofia-cloud]

SHORT SCENARIO — Miles Morales 42

˚ ༘ contents: soft miles, touching waist + hips+thighs, fluff, praise, whispering, kissing.

*+:｡.｡ translation: no puedo ayudar si eres tan hermosa mami. : ̗̀➛ i cant help if you are this beautiful mami. pero apúrate, no sé cuánto tiempo más podré controlarme : ̗̀➛ but finish it fast, i dont know how much longer i can hold myself

༊*·˚ notes: just a little scenario that i wanted to share with yall, lemme know what yall think😽

Imagine Miles holding your hand while walking through new york city, "What ya wanna buy ma'?" he would say while glancing at you through his lashes. “miles u dont need to-“ you’d tryna say but miles interrupted you by answering “i didnt say u would have a choice mami” while smirking slightly, you sigh and decide to make him satisfied. yall end up with 20 bags in the hands, turning back to home. “ya happy now mami?” he would ask you while chuckling a little, “thats what i would ask you” you giggled at him. when yall returned home, you saw him sitting on your desk, “miles i need to do my homework, can you sit anywhere else?” you'd say to him gently, "ya can sit on my lap" he replied you smirking. “c'mon miles, im being fr” you tried to push him off but it didnt work, so you gave up and sat on his lap. it was now passed 15 minutes and miles in all that time was kissing your neck gently, touching and squeezing your thighs softly, “miles, im trying to concentrate” by your voice you sounded a little desperate. “no puedo ayudar si eres tan hermosa, mami” he would whisper on your ear, while traveling with his hands your waist and your hips. he would turn your face gently and kiss you passionately, your tongues would slide together and fight for who would have the control, it ended by you giving up and making him win, he would chuckle and say between kisses “ya dont know what youre doing to me“, you responded with a soft sigh and when he was leaning closer for another kiss you leaned back. “I really need to finish this homework miles” you placed your hands on his arms, stopping his hands. he would sigh and say “pero apúrate, no sé cuánto tiempo más podré controlarme” he'd answer a little frustrated in the voice.

when i said short i meant every word

[itssluv]

Headcanons for Hobie ??? YESS

- Him and Miles have matching bonnets (sorry I don’t make the rules I just enforce them)

- THEY HAVE WASH DAYS TOGETHER and for sure be playing that good ass R&B 🙏🏾🙏🏾

- Hobie had to learn to be gentle with Miles’ hair since he’s tender headed @milimeters-morales

- AND AND with him helping Miles with his powers he definitely takes him on a roof at like 2am to practice some things

- Miles trying out Hobies nail polish and makeup when he’s not there ?? Uhm yes

Miles in a full face:

Hobie: wh-

Miles: I can explain.

- Hobie would be the one to ask Pav who was in Paris I’m sorry but it’s true

- Miles and Hobie play ball together and all Hobie does is dunk on Miles’ ass

- I do fuck with the idea that he has a cat and that he also feeds the stray ones he sees on the street

Omg YESSS

[solitude4chiron]

Hobie Headcannons cs some of y’all be treating this man like he’s some white goth nga that’s never had black experiences 😭😭 these are js off the top of my head so don’t tweak out… JUH VIBE

He’s most likely Jamaican/British or African/British because he’s from the UK

He has had multiple people try to force him into playing basketball at least once because he’s 6’5

“Man, so you telling me you ain’t never tried going D1?”

“Never even played.”

“NIGGA WHAT?”

Has gotten his hand popped multiple times from touching his hair while getting it done

“How many do you have left?”

“Boy move that damn hand.”

Gives horrible advice then says “but I don’t kno, thats just me”

“She cheated on me bru. Like cheated. Called me ON FACETIME while they was hunchin.”

“Me personally I would find the guy and start a gas leak in their house while his family is sleeping. But ion kno, that’s just me tho.”

Played soccer as a kid with a makeshift paper soccer ball

Was one of those kids who were forced to finish their plate before leaving the dinner table so he would sit at the table till the next day playing with his food

Illegally listens to and downloads most of the music he likes

“Wanna do a Spotify blend?”

“Y’all use that shi?”

“who df are you bro…”

Will side eye you till you burst out laughing if you both see something crazy in public 

Sung chi-chi man religiously as a child before he knew what the song meant (iykyk)

Takes pictures of white people with braids or locs

Hobie: Attachment: 1

disgusting creatures…

Hangs trash bags on his doorknobs around the house

Had entire debates as a child with older people at the cookout on why he should be able to eat ribs instead of hotdogs

“These steaks for the adults, go grab a lil hotdog and a juice.”

“But why? Can’t we both eat and enjoy the same things without you having to dehumanize me and view me only as a child without preferences for food?”

“Boy go get that fuckin hotdog and caprisun get out my face.”

Had his hairline pushed back astronomically far when he was little (Nigerian boy canon event)

On the other hand he probably never had his hair cut as a kid and started free-forming when he was young (I’m conflicted between both)

Constantly had a smart mouth as a kid (he still does), like CONSTANTLY. Once he got his lips snatched and balled into a fist

Would steal, get caught and say is “it cause I’m black?”

“Yo, were you stealing back there?”

“Why bruv? Cause I’m black?”

“Nevermind.”

Touches hot ass food with his bare hands. Like he will flip pancakes with his hands.

Can literally sleep anywhere.. like anywhere. People in his band have pictures of him hunched over on sinks, sleeping on bathroom floors, in bathtubs with the curtains wrapped around him, on the bus. Anywhere you can think of.

He doesn’t spend much money on birthday gifts or gifts in general. He likes to make things by hand even if he has to spend a few weeks

After his shows he loves to meet people in the crowd, even if they freak out. He isn’t really for the idolizing so he doesn’t know how to express his emotions too much on that.

“OH MY GOD HOBIE!?!”

“i aint think i was that special but thanks luv”

• His jacket makes HELLA noise and he doesn’t realize it. Just like if he had beads in his hair.

“imma get bro good this time..”

“Hobie don’t even try to scare me, i hear that big ass jacket thumpin down the hallway.”

• The first time he kissed a girl with lip piercings like his, they got caught on each other. They sat there for almost half and hour trying to untangle each other without hurting each other.

• He’s definitely been called a few different celebrities before, none really looked like him.

“Are you playboi carti?!”

“Bruv.”

over.

“Your that rockstar dude lancey right?”

“bru…”

and over.

“you Opium?”

“I’m starting to feel this is lowkey sterotypical…”

and over again.

• When he’s in the pit at concerts he looks out for the younger people towards the front to make sure they don’t get thrashed around too hard.

“you good young’n?”

“I CANT FEEL MY FACE”

“that’s cool too”

• He only really steals from big corporations, not small family owned places. Just out of respect. Even when they say he can take things for free he still pays, maybe a few dollars over budget.

• He loves collecting trinkets and little things he finds on the streets or backstage. He has multiple spoons, buttons and scrap fabrics laying around

• When he first learned about capitalism he realized it everywhere, like EVERYWHERE. That boy was pissed.

• He loves girls who can beat him tf up, like whoop his ass. Or girls who will cuss him tf out. Sometimes you both will be arguing and he’ll just sit back and let you go off on him.

anyways yawl that’s it lmk if I should drop some more this was fun asl to make 😛

[hyperfixationhobo]

Hobies love language is physical touch and I will stand by this til I die.

I’m not talking about like holding hands or wrapping his arm around someone’s waist (tho he does do that with Pav) I mean like being a human weighted blanket type of physical.

Miles having a bad day cause of a stressful school assignment? Hobie will drape himself over Miles’s lap blocking said homework while saying how the school system is stupid and that it can burn in hell and that taking a break seems like a good idea.

Gwen upset about an argument she had with her father? Hobie will lean against her side while she rants to let her know that she has someone to talk to if need be.

Pavitr curled in on himself from the stress of being Spider-Man finally catching up with him? Hobie will lean his back against Pav’s back while gently strumming his guitar until Pav is calmed down enough to talk about it.

Mayday being fussy just because? Hobie will lay on the floor with Mayday on his chest humming songs to calm her down while also thinking of what to make her for lunch. (It’s gonna be grilled cheese)

[the-kr8tor]

Yk like you did those amazing fae Hobie hc could you do one with TTN Hobie Because I just finished all of it and I’m SO HAPPY it a good ending I’m in love with your writing gonna go go pirate Hobie next then fae

TTN! Hobie oh how I missed you! 🥹 Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

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Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Bestfriend to lovers, Set in my Thread the Needle series, established relationship, headcanons, fluff!

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Bestfriend! Hobie, who has been your mate for as long as you could remember, whose voice is the first and last thing you hear during the day.

You ring him up in the chilly mornings to wake him up because he almost always sleeps through his alarm clock. And in turn, he's the one calling you before bed, chatting about the day you two had as if you weren't attached by the hip throughout the day.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who helps you study your notes while trying to keep you awake by poking your cheek relentlessly until you swat him away as he chuckles.

He has definitely tried to teach you how to play the guitar, but you're distracted, eyes looking at his hands. He wonders why.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who hasn't seen you as more than a friend until he saw you laughing at his shitty joke that he couldn't even remember now when you're smiling at him like that.

While you've been in love with him longer, he fell harder for you.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who was afraid of you leaving the city and him after graduating high school. Even though he was worrying about it, he did everything to help you study for every entrance exam. And he was even more ecstatic when you passed almost every university you applied to. Moreso when you accepted the one that's still within the city. Oh the hug he gave you that day could rival all the hugs he gave you through the years.

Once when it suddenly snowed through the night, he knocked on your dorm room door, asking if you wanted to go sledding with him just like old times when you were kids. It ended with a snowball fight, giggles bouncing off the fluffy snow.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who saw you through your bad and good days, holding and talking to you during the awful ones, and making you laugh on most days, making it better.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who comforted you when a date stood you up, angry that someone could do that to someone who's as amazing as you. He told you that he'll never do that, he should've added the words ‘to you.’ but he just couldn't, mouth clamped shut, nerves slithering through him.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who even tried to set you up with a bandmate of his to help him get over you but it backfired when he saw you laughing and looking like you fancied the guy, he felt like the ground swallowed him whole and spat him out right in between you and his mate.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who was hiding his smile when you said that his friend was nice but not someone you see being with. All the while he finally noticed your lingering touches, longing stares and shy smiles whenever you talk to him. It's not something mates do, but he's still afraid to confess, worried that it'll ruin a decade of friendship with you. For now, he'll settle for those shy smiles and arms embracing him while he drives you to class on his motorbike.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who made you your own customised helmet with your favourite colour and numerous stickers that you'll love. The way your face lit up has been in the forefront of his mind ever since.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who looks at you like you're everything to him, like you hung up the stars in the sky for him. He loves you, he realizes.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who lets you sleep next to him after a night out or a gig you accompanied him and the band to. Just like when you were kids. But this time, it has his heart pounding loudly every morning he wakes up to your drooling face.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who has had enough of trying to hide his feelings for you and started unabashedly flirting at you, trying to get his point across without saying the exact words he needs to say. It hasn't worked yet while you wave it away, thinking that's just classic Hobie bantering with you. Unbeknownst to him, you're melting into a puddle.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who almost shuts down when you flirt back at him.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who was heartbroken when he saw you slouched in the medical tent while you're cradling your sprained wrist.

He was afraid when the spider bit him, but he was more afraid of leaving you alone in the world. So he took care of himself, drank a liter of water and some meds before waking up like a new man.

Bestfriend! Hobie, who tells you everything you dreamed of, he loves you, no buts, no ifs, no sugar coating it, “I love you” and he says it with his whole chest, walking the dreaded runway and kissing you right after. He was never one for the dramatics, but with you, he's ready to get his point across this time. And he was lucky enough that you said the same thing to him, kissing him like he dreamed of.

Boyfriend! Hobie, who lets you go and live your dream across the country even though he wants to be selfish and hold onto you.

Boyfriend! Hobie, who becomes your roommate, living in the same houseboat, sleeping in the same bed and waking up to your face every morning. He doesn't want to waste any time with you, spending almost every minute with you. And doing everything he together with you while you hold his hand as he etches your touch in his mind.

Grocery dates, record dates, picnics, amusement parks, and aquariums, you name it, and you've been to them with Hobie lovingly tugging at your hand.

He helps you pack your bags, slowly at that to spend more time with you.

Hobie drives you to the airport in Yuri's beaten up car, stays there with you until it's time for you to board your flight and holds you until the tears stop flowing. As he watches your retreating back, memories flood back to him, and when he finally gets home, houseboat empty and devoid of your presence, he lets himself cry.

You left your sewing machine with him, with a note that tells him that he should use it, that it's time for him to learn how to mend his clothes. He cries again after finding the note.

During his patrols, he uses the same machine your hands have touched to mend and sew the marks left on his suit. He smiles when he thinks that you'll be chastising him for the lopsided stitching.

Whenever you call, he drops everything and talks to you as if you're just beside him and not halfway across the world from him.

Birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays, you two never missed a single call even when the phone bill hurts both of your pockets.

Years after you've left, your things are still in the same place you left it, shoes in the rack, coat draped over the couch, and your sewing machine well taken care of, waiting for you, just like he has.

When you finally come back home, he feels like he could breathe again, his other half smiling up at him as he lounges on the roof that he immediately leaps off to embrace you just like has all those years ago.

It's as if you've never left as he kisses you like he had when he confessed backstage during your college fashion show.

[lotte-s-web]

Rockstar!Hobie x reader though 😩

The album covers for some of his playlists are pictures of your lips and chin, or bare shoulder where his hands are, or if you’re a female, his hands on your tits from behind HDJSNJSJS

Random shout outs during shows or concerts and looking straight at you as he says literally anything that makes the crowd go wild

Fucking in his dressing room after a show with his adrenaline still pumping, his black lipstick smudged around his lips and your neck covered in marks that shows what messed it up

EVEN BETTER IF it’s BEFORE A SHOW

He probably wears makeup (personal head cannon where he does Smokey eyes or eyeliner during shows) and so imagine BEFORE A SHOW

His lipstick smudged, and marks around your neck as you find a place in the crowd and he proudly stares with a smug smirk HDHSJSJSJSJXJJX CLAWING AT THE WALLS

(Sorry for yapping)

NONONONON ACTUALLY THANK YOU FOR YAPPING I LOVE IT WHEN I GET STUFF LIKE THIS IN MY INBOX

aghh where do i even begin with rockstar hobie... he's just so hdghsgbsdhsdvfhsdfvshd

his album covers are always photos of you without your face showing, always with a mark of him on your skin. whether that be his hand on your shoulder, his thumb pulling down on your lower lip, or black lipstick smeared all over your neck. he LOVES to show you off in subtle but loud ways

amidst the loud, angry and grating music his band usually produces, he makes songs just for you, showing off his love for you to every one of his fans. of course, people swoon over it, but only you get the full context of his lyrics. there are cheesy, romantic songs, just as well as there are cheeky ones. every song winks at you, references you and whispers lowly in your ear another inside joke that nobody but you and hobie will get.

oh and he's not above using your voice in his tracks. he'd record your moans and have them play in the background of his songs if you'd let him (see record). he records your laugh and little funny things you say to use them as producer/artist tags at the start of his songs. he thinks you just make his songs so much better; he'd take any chance to include you.

backstage fucking with him is always intense, exhilarating. seeing you supporting his music and singing along to his lyrics always gets his blood pumping downwards, his energy no longer directed at the show he was trying to put on.

he'll drag you out of the crowd between shows and take you somewhere where his bandmates know not to cross. one thing leads to another and suddenly, he's taking you against the wall with one hand over your mouth and another pulling your hips back against his.

he's breathing down your neck, keeping his pace fast and hard, determined to make the both of you cum as soon as possible. after all, he has to go back on stage in 15 minutes, he doesn't have all day. he has your mind all mushy, your nails scratching desperately at the wall as you near release.

he regrets having to leave you after you've both came, having to hastily clean you up; it's less than you deserve. but the fucked-out smile on your face and the messy, smudged black lipstick adorning your jaw, neck and lips almost makes it worth it.

he always kisses your cheek as he leaves you, handing you a signed guitar pick and winking at you. he shouts that you should do this again as he re-straps his guitar, not bothering to even fix the smudged eyeliner and lipstick across his lips. you say it won't happen again, but it always does.

SIGH rockstar hobie one chance god please

[kumamaskart]

“How do you keep your pants up when you’re performing? It’s incredible!”

“…belt”

[sagemelons]

first post up here i just wanna add a small headcanon for hobie brown cuz i love him😔🫶🏾

has anyone ever thought how fucking terrifying it must have been for hobie when he got bit by his radioactive spider? like unlike all the other spider-people who were bitten by spiders under the care of scientists, his spider crawled out of DUMPED radioactive waste.

like do you understand how terrible he must’ve felt?🙁 while all the others had symptoms of feeling feverish and fainting, he probably felt like he had rabies x10. poor dude was probably thinking those were his last moments. :(

[love-bitesx]

OMG OMG IMAGINE YOU PUTTING YOUR HAND ON HOBIE’S FACE AND THEN HE INSTEAD TILTS HIS HEAD SO HE KISSES YOUR PALM AAAAA 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

ANONNNNNNNNNNNN I LOVE YOU

hobie x gn!reader

sweet lavender hung in the air, wafting through your apartment as the incense stick burnt down to its stem, clumps of scented ash crumbling onto the wooden window sill. gentle hum of music emanating from the decorated stereos, uniting elegantly with the whisper of traffic on the streets below your window.

hobie’s weight held you flush against the sofa cushions, legs tangled like web, hovering over you. veined hand running along your thigh, across your hip, stomach, anywhere he could reach. it wasn’t suggestive, nothing inappropriate, just the gentle touch of a lover – drinking in your skin through his fingertips. content hum vibrating your throat, hobie lowered his head to nip at your collarbone, a path of tender kisses leading to-and-from your lips.

it was a treasured moment. you finally had him to yourself – no patrol duties, no grumpy miguel chirping away, no missions or grand tragedies – just your hobie, soft to the touch, present with you for as long as he wanted. there was no rush, no need, no pressure, simply his lips sipping on your sweet aroma; a scent that refuses to leave his clothes, his skin, his mind. he doesn’t complain.

ghosting your fingertips along his arm, following the veins that wrapped his forearm like ivy, you danced across the distantly scarred skin of his chest, his body melting in your wake. your movements were slow, steady, and he grew restless in anticipation. teasing along his neckline, following the lines of his throat, you rested both hands on his cheeks – soft, but jagged from stubble.

cupping his face kindly, you succumbed to his dark brown eyes, half-lidded as he smirks down at you. no words were necessary, your eyes told him everything he needed to know, and he hoped that his carried the same sentiment. and boy, they did. dark with passion, and lined with a look that said nothing but ‘i love you’, lashes sitting pretty as you looked at him in awe.

turning his head, he placed a kiss to your open palm, eyes still trained on you and if his hands weren’t still firm on your waist, you could’ve sworn you’d turned to liquid and melted into the couch, putty in his hands.

“you have no idea what you do to me, hobie,” you whisper softly, so soft it falls through his chest like heaven, and he wishes he could bottle the sound.

placing another kiss, further down, and one more onto your wrist, your skin erupted into goosebumps, body shifting underneath him, and this time, it didn’t feel so innocent.

“why don’t you show me, then, darlin’?”

tags: @melisseus @meowmeowmau @fiannee @reneny @midnightnoiserose @sweetheartlizzie07 @soulaanshere @punksnlovers

[nymphapunkcake]

don't mind me ♡

[thebestgremlin]

I’m a firm believer in Hobie secretly being a huge softie and romantic.

You never expected Hobie to say ‘I love you’. You never expected any kind of commitment from him. You were surprised when he called you his partner. You were in bed, watching a movie. He snuck through your window, tossing his mask off, and falling on top of you. You turned off the TV; and wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back.

“Bad night?” You asked.

He only grunted in response, holding onto you and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

He slowly eased into your arms, his soft breath against your neck.

“Love you.” He muttered, as he drifted off.

Your eyes widen, and you sit there in quiet shock as he falls asleep.

“…Love you too.” You say, quietly.

[redr0sewrites]

ATSV Characters with a Goth S/o

heeeeeyyyyyy guys 😇 *slowly sliding the 100+ REQUESTS in my inbox to the side to make room for a new special interest*

🥀Cw: none, mostly fluff!!!

🥀Pairing(s): Hobie x reader, Miles x reader, Miguel x reader, Spot x reader

Hobie

he would LOVE any type of alternative partner tbh- he just LOOOVESSS that ur goth and will support you 100%

people who go against societies expectations/standards and don't fit in with the norm intrigue him, and your style is probably what piqued his interest in the first place

y'all definitely wear matching fits sorry i don't make the rules- hobie just can't pass up the opportunity to match w you!!! whenever you go to meetings within the spider society he always brings you along, regardless of whether or not you're a spiderperson and hobie loves showing off you and your style

MAJOR "THATS MY PARTNER‼️" VIBES

look me in the eyes and tell me hobia would not absolutely rock some funky eyeliner LIKEEEEE- he def lets you practice on him and will do your makeup for you too!!!

hobie loves thrifting with you, there is no way he isn't a major thrifter and you both definitely DIY a lot of your clothes

HE MAKES YOU GUYS MATCHING PUNK BATTLE VESTS FOR YOUR ANNIVERSARY, AND MAKES SURE THAT IT MATCHES UR AESTHETIC AS WELL!!

hobie absolutely has BLESSED music taste, but while he usually listens to rock, punk, dad rock, or post-punk type of music, i def see him enjoying more gothic/new wave music- especially if u introduce it to him!!!

i see him enjoying bauhaus, sisters or mercy, scary bitches, etc- he'll also give YOU a lot of music recommendations and help to expand ur taste!

hobie would also accompany you to any protests or conventions that you wanted to attend, and would act as your scary dog privileges

YOU TWO DEFINITELY GO TO CONCERTS TOGETHER OMG. I TOTALLY SEE THAT AS A SPONTANEOUS DATE THAT YOU TWO ENJOY A LOT

honestly hobie is a lovely partner to have if you are goth, and he's not only supportive but VERY enthusiastic about your fashion and lifestyle!

Miles

hes such a sweetheart!!! he definitely supports you if you're goth and asks a LOOOT of questions lmao

miles draws you and your fashion a lot, and will def design makeup or eyeliner ideas for you too!!! while ik this is more associated with punk, i also see miles drawing you a few custom patches and stuff like that

your kind of like his muse in a way, and miles just really enjoys sketching you, especially since you have such a unique aesthetic and such cool outfits

HE HAS DEFINITELY GRAFFITIED U SOMEWHERE‼️

he loves watching you get ready and do your makeup. seeing you do perfect eyeliner wings and heavy makeup in general lowkey relaxes him, and he just loves admiring you

im sorry but miles knows absolutely nothing about goth music or culture, ur gonna have to introduce him to a lot of the songs/bands!!!

while i don't think he's huge on the music at first, i think it would grow on him over time. its definitely the type of thing that he loves because YOU love it, and he sees how mu much you enjoy it so he starts listening to it as well so he can talk to you about it

i think his favorite band would be the cure, and his fav songs would either be boys dont cry or the walk (both by the cure- idk why thats so specific but they just kinda fit his vibe yk?)

miles likes holding hands a lot, and he loves when you wear rings or gloves or something along those lines because it just reminds him so much of you! your hands just feel different compared to other peoples and he just loves how unique you are

if you have a lot of piercings, miles would definitely ask about them or buy you specific jewelry for piercings!!!!

overall, very very cute and supportive about your style!!! (he lowkey gives bi wife energy, and iyk what in talking ab then ily mwah)

Miguel

he's pretty indifferent to your style at first, i don't see him as the type to judge much based on appearances. its your personality that really throws him for a loop, and a part of him admires your dedication to making yourself look how you want to look and truly living to be your best self, regardless of what others think

if you think miles knows nothing about being goth then be prepared for miguel bc he knows NOTHINGGGG- no music, no history, no political views, zero, zilch, nada, goose egg

if he cares about you i do see him being intrigued about your style, and once you two are officially dating is when he'll show more interest in your personal fashion sense

he strikes me as the type to like, NEVER listen to music, so he literally only listens to the music you like!!! he does find himself occasionally humming the tune of some strawberry switchblade song or casually listening to a siouxsie and the banshees song while he works, and over time you influence him a LOT with your music taste. he definitely associates any and all goth music with YOU, and that's probably why he starts enjoying it.

he's a "hand on you at all times" type of guy, and while he is rarely touchy with others, miguel is definitely keeping you close. your fashion makes that convenient for him, and he loves pulling you into a kiss by grabbing onto your belt loop or something of the sort

miguel loves how you look with and without makeup on and isn't afraid to tell you that, however, he really likes it if you incorporate his colors or color scheme into your makeup one day. he'll never admit it, but you keep catching him admiring you with the smallest smirk on his face every few seconds

if anyone ever gave u shit for what you wear and how you dress, especially someone in the spider society, you'd practically have to restrain miguel from drop kicking them across nueva york- he doesn't want anyone to be rude to you , and while he knows you can stand up for yourself, he just gets protective at times

Spot

goth? whats that???

he's lowkey such a nerd, and spends too much time being science-y and planning on how to beat spiderman to actually get caught up on fashion

spot doesn't know how he pulled you tbh, but he appreciates you nonetheless!!! he thinks you and your aesthetic are something to be admired, and will unabashedly tell EVERYONE he knows about you

he will shoplift any clothing or jewelry that you want, and he'll even take you to other dimensions where there are better alternative clothes as well

spot doesn't really have a face to do makeup on, but he'll offer to do yours for you! surprisingly enough he's pretty good at it, though he does work pretty slowly

spot loves fiddling with your accessories, whenever he's standing near you he's always reaching out to touch you in some way shape or form. he loves playing with any chains or necklaces you wear, and will help adjust them so that they lay correctly

he helps you get ready in the morning!!!!! if ur the type of goth to wear corsets, he makes lacing them up SO easy and will gladly do it for you

i personally hc that spot HATES seeing himself in mirrors/pictures, it reminds him sm of what he used to look like, but he LOVES taking photos of you and your style!! whenever you are wearing a cute outfit or have funky makeup on, spot adores just taking photos of you

if you ever did a makeup look inspired by him and his spots he would probably CRY :(

URGRHHRHHRRR I LOVE ATSV SMMMMMMM!!!! this post will DEFINITELY have a pt2 w more characters!!!!! i swear tho atsv literally pulled me out of the most horrendous burnout ever i FELT the artblock and writing block lift off of my body as i watched it. IM SO INVESTED I MADE A SPIDERSONA...

[tvgals]

hobie going fucking insane when he’s fucking you and he sees a stomach bulge. he’s that big compared to you, that when he slides his cock into ur warm cunt, he sticks out like a sore thumb.

“shit, love. ya’ see my cock goin’ in ‘nd out?” hobie grins, watching you drool all over yourself because he’s fucking you so deep.

cutie

[zapreportsblog]

Let’s Have A Baby

➥summary: Hobie and his girlfriend babysits her cousin and seeing how good she is with kids, hobie decides that now he wants a baby too

➥ Hobie brown x reader

➥ one shot

➥ a/n: heads up I’m high writing this, I was smoking weed

The sun beamed brightly through the curtains, casting a warm glow in (y/n)'s cozy apartment. Hobie arrived with a smile, a bouquet of colorful flowers in hand, ready to spend a relaxing day with his girlfriend. They had been looking forward to this quality time together, away from the hustle and bustle of their busy lives.

As the day unfolded, they lounged on the couch, sharing laughter, stories, and affectionate moments. Time seemed to fly as they lost themselves in each other's company. The comforting ambiance of the apartment created an atmosphere of tranquility that made them forget about the outside world.

Just as they settled into their leisurely pace, there was a sudden knock on the door. (y/n) hesitated for a moment, wondering who could be visiting at such an unexpected time. She opened the door to find her relative, Alice, standing there, with two adorable kids by her side – a baby, Lily, and a bubbly toddler, Max.

Alice looked flustered and explained the urgency of her situation. She had an important appointment that couldn't be postponed, and all the babysitters she had arranged canceled at the last minute. She turned to (y/n) with a hopeful expression, "I hate to ask, but would you be able to watch the kids for a few hours? I promise it won't take long."

(y/n)'s heart melted at the sight of the innocent faces of Lily and Max. Despite her initial reservations, she couldn't resist their charm and, after sharing a brief glance with Hobie, agreed to help her relative out.

“Yeah, sure I don’t mind.”

With Alice's heartfelt gratitude, she handed over a diaper bag filled with essentials, along with instructions on feeding and nap times. As Alice rushed off, leaving them with the kids, Hobie and (y/n) exchanged a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Hobie scooped up little Max in his arms, and the toddler giggled, quickly warming up to his newfound friend. Meanwhile, (y/n) gently cradled baby Lily, who was cooing softly. The apartment soon echoed with the sound of joyful laughter, toys scattered across the living room floor.

Hobie and (y/n) found themselves caught up in the sheer delight of playing tag with Max. The toddler's boundless energy and infectious laughter filled the room, making it impossible not to join in the fun. Hobie ran after Max with a playful glint in his eyes, while (y/n) carried baby Alice in her arms, wiggling her little feet in the air.

•••

"Tag, you're it!" Hobie called out, reaching out to tap Max on the shoulder. The little boy squealed with delight and dashed away, his tiny feet pitter-pattering on the floor.

Meanwhile, baby Alice, who couldn't run like Max, seemed to enjoy the game just as much. She gazed up at (y/n) with wide eyes, her chubby cheeks flushed with excitement. Every time Hobie chased Max around the living room, (y/n) playfully moved Alice's legs as if she were running too. The sight of Alice's gummy smile melted their hearts, and they couldn't help but shower her with affectionate coos and kisses.

As the game intensified, Hobie and Max sped past furniture, making wild turns and laughing uproariously. The apartment echoed with the sounds of happiness and joy, as if time itself had ceased to exist, leaving only the present moment of shared delight.

The little apartment became their playground, and they reveled in the simplicity of the game. No worries about the outside world, no deadlines, just pure unadulterated joy. (y/n) was grateful for these unexpected moments, realizing that sometimes the best memories are made when life throws you a surprise.

After a few rounds of tag, they all gathered in the center of the room, breathless and exhilarated. Baby Alice clapped her tiny hands together, as if she knew she had been a part of something special. Hobie and (y/n) exchanged a knowing look, realizing that their day had taken an unexpected but wonderful turn.

With Max's energy finally waning, they decided to take a break and set up a makeshift picnic on the living room floor. They laid out a blanket and placed an assortment of snacks and toys for Max to enjoy. (y/n) continued to hold Alice in her arms, cuddling her close as they all sat together.

As they nibbled on snacks, Hobie couldn't help but be in awe of (y/n)'s natural way with children. Her caring and gentle demeanor was evident, and it only made him fall even more in love with her. Their eyes met, and in that moment, they silently acknowledged how much this day meant to them – the laughter, the love, and the sense of togetherness.

•••

With the excitement of tag wearing off, the group decided to wind down and enjoy a Disney movie together. Hobie found a classic animated film that he remembered fondly from his childhood, and they all settled on the couch with baby Alice nestled comfortably in (y/n)'s arms.

As the movie started, Max's curiosity got the best of him, and he turned to Hobie with wide-eyed wonder. "Who's that?" he asked, pointing at the main character on the screen.

"That's Simba," Hobie replied with a smile. "He's the lion cub and the future king."

"Why does he look sad?" Max inquired, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Hobie patiently explained, "Simba lost his dad and has to go on a big adventure to find himself and become the king he's meant to be."

Max nodded thoughtfully and seemed satisfied with the answer. But his inquisitive nature wasn't satisfied yet, and he bombarded Hobie with more questions throughout the movie. "Why are they singing? What's that animal called? Why is she wearing a dress?" Hobie answered each query with enthusiasm, happy to engage in Max's curiosity.

(y/n) chuckled softly, admiring Hobie's patience and how he interacted with Max. She couldn't help but feel grateful for having someone like him in her life, someone who not only embraced her family but also took the time to bond with her younger relatives.

As the movie played on, the room filled with a sense of warmth and joy. Baby Alice seemed fascinated by the colorful characters on the screen, her eyes fixated on the dancing animals and vibrant scenery. Every now and then, she would let out a contented coo, as if she were trying to join the conversation in her own baby language.

The movie continued, and Hobie and (y/n) exchanged affectionate glances, their hearts full of love and happiness. Despite the initial interruption to their planned relaxing day, they had found something even more meaningful – a chance to share special moments with the little ones, making memories that would last a lifetime.

As the movie drew to a close, Max leaned against Hobie, his eyes drooping with drowsiness. (y/n) gently rocked baby Alice, and soon, she too began to drift off to sleep, her little fingers curling around (y/n)'s thumb.

With the movie ending, Hobie and (y/n) exchanged a quiet smile. The apartment had transformed into a haven of love and laughter, and the unexpected visit had brought them closer in ways they couldn't have foreseen.

Hobie carefully lifted Max into his arms, cradling the sleepy toddler as they prepared to say goodbye to Alice and head home. But in that moment, (y/n) knew that the memories they created that day would forever hold a special place in their hearts, reminding them of the joy that can be found in the most unplanned moments.

•••

As (y/n)'s relative gathered her children to leave, she turned to Hobie and (y/n) with a grateful smile. "Thank you both so much for watching the kids. I know it was an unexpected request, but I couldn't have asked for better babysitters. You two are amazing with them!"

Hobie and (y/n) exchanged pleased glances, feeling a sense of pride in having cared for the little ones so well. "It was our pleasure," (y/n) replied, gently handing baby Alice back to her relative. "Anytime you need help, don't hesitate to ask."

With that, Alice and Max were on their way home, leaving Hobie and (y/n) alone once again in the tranquility of the apartment. As the door closed behind them, they let out a sigh of contentment, their hearts still warmed by the precious moments they had shared with the kids.

Hobie settled back onto the couch, pulling (y/n) close to him. He grinned mischievously and said, "You know what, love? I want a baby now."

(y/n) looked up at him, a mix of surprise and joy in her eyes. "Are you serious, Hobie?"

He nodded, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Yeah, I mean, seeing you with those kids, it made me realize how incredible you'd be as a mother. And I can't imagine anything better than starting a family with you."

Her heart swelled with love for him, and she leaned in to kiss him softly. "I'd love to have a family with you, Hobie," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "But let's take our time and enjoy each other for now. When the time is right, we'll make that beautiful dream come true."

Hobie smiled, understanding and respecting her wishes. He knew that their love was strong and that they had a lifetime ahead of them to explore parenthood when the timing felt perfect.

They spent the rest of the day in each other's arms, basking in the love they shared. Their hearts were filled not only with love for each other but also with the newfound joy of spending time with little ones. The unexpected visit had brought them closer than ever before, igniting a desire to create a future together filled with laughter, love, and the pitter-patter of tiny feet.

As the evening sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, Hobie and (y/n) knew that this day would forever hold a special place in their hearts. It had been a day of unexpected surprises, of building beautiful memories, and of realizing that their love had the power to create something magical.

With a sense of gratitude for the day they had shared, they snuggled up together on the couch, looking forward to the countless adventures and cherished moments that awaited them in the journey of love and life.

[the-kr8tor]

I had a thought last night

Archeologist! Hobie who's the best in his field. A no nonsense archeologist whom you almost always run into digs no matter which part of the world you're in.

Archeologist! Hobie who doesn't just find rare artifacts but also occasionally drops into the British museum to 'borrow' (just like how they put it) their exhibits/ artifacts and brings them all back to their respective countries.

Archeologist! Hobie who would go on perilous journeys to find the centuries old lost city, and yet never forgets to send you a postcard and a letter.

Archeologist! Hobie who loves seeing your face light up when you finally find that one piece you needed. And maybe he has found his missing piece in you.