#jwrites🎸

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tw: fluff, rooftop date ^^, and exhausted reader.

the reader can also see his border!

but otherwise, no warnings really.

sorry for not writing lately!! I haven't had a bunch of motivation.

make sure to take a break, eat some food, plenty of rest, don't forget to drink water!!

Take care of yourself!!

It had been a long week for you, your professors seemed to want to drown you in assignments and homework. You haven't had a blink of sleep since.. Monday.

You were at your desk, the sight of ruined markers, cluttered papers, and sticky notes ruining your mood even more, full of all sorts of marked papers, good, bad, and neutral. The calming music your friends recommend only aggravates you more, your computer screen illuminating your figure. You groan, rubbing your eyes, refusing to acknowledge the 16 pages left of the assignment.

You don't even remember the last time you saw Hobie, you've been so busy drowning in assignments, that you miss several calls from Hobie, or your friends.

You close your computer, put the papers in a messy stack, put the markers somewhere random, and flop on the bed, you can't even sleep.

You start to drift off, getting under the covers and putting your head on the pillow, closing your eyes.

knock knock

"Are you serious.." You groan, slinging the covers off of you, and walking to the door. You open the door, looking around.

You don't see anybody.

"Hello?" You rub your eyes, then look down, you see a cd with a note on it.

"Hi! I know you've been stressed with exam prep, but please go to the roof!!" -Miles Morales

"P.S: It's worth it!"

You go back in your room, getting a comfortable outfit on, lacing up your shoes, and putting your room key in your pant pocket.

"Okay, let's go" You close the door, not forgetting to grab your bag, setting an OUT note by your door, locking it, and walking to the elevator.

The emptiness of the hallway eaves you with a sort of calming sensation, the closed doors, the many numbers, and the floor seems paranormal. You thought the elevator was more closer to your room, you look down at your phone.

1 message from 🌻

🌻: Did you get the note? (˘ŏ_ŏ)

[ ]: Yeah, I'm coming.

🌻: Okay, enjoy! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

You close the message, and put on some music, pressing the RF button, and watching as the doors closed. You feel the elevator rise, looking out of the windows and seeing all the bright lights, the moving cars, and the traffic lights turning different colors.

This was way more interesting than your apartment room view.

The elevator dings, the doors opening, you check your phone again.

[ ]: Miles are you sure? There's no one up here"

🌻: Look to your left.

You look towards your left, seeing Hobie taking off his mask, holding two lunchboxes, sitting by the edge of the roof, his border full of !?'s and a light pink color.

[ ] Thank you!

🌻: Your welcome! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

You put your phone away, walking towards him "Hey Hobie" you say, going over and sitting down beside him. "What's up? I got Miles' note to come up here."

Hobie waves you off playfully, "Hey, I wanted you to come up because I knew you needed a load off your shoulders" He hands you a lunchbox, with a fork on top.

"Thank you" You cheered, opening the latch of the light brown box, unrevealing the small white bow, revealing a small cake with your favorite fruits, colors, and designs on it, the small confetti wrap cradling the cake is adorned with several designs of hand-drawn hearts on it, the cake fits perfectly on the confection, and the size of the box, showing how much thought was put into this gift.

You look to the top of the inside of the box, the top reveals a red heart-folded piece of paper with tape on it, you take the clear tape off slowly, not wanting to mess up anything. Unfolding it, it reveals a note from Hobie:

"Love you" it's written in many different writing materials, mixed with Hobie's messy yet perfect writing.

"You're so sweet, did you get one for yourself?" You tease, putting the lunchbox in your lap.

"Of course, I can't have you eating mine" He teases back, nudging you while picking up his fork, taking a bite of his cake, some icing smearing by his mouth.

"Whatever" You roll your eyes, eating some of yours, the sweetness of the pastry hitting your taste buds, and you hum in satisfaction, chewing the treat and looking down at the city.

You see Hobie's fork approaching your cake, you try to swat his hand away, but it's too late, he's already eating your pastry.

"Hobie!" You exclaim, reaching your fork to his pastry, but you're interrupted when he shoves a fork full of his pastry in your mouth, then tak it back out after you eat it.

You cover your mouth, not knowing how to react after tasting his pastries' flavor, it was a mix of his and your favorite flavors.

"Wow, that's good" you mutter, still embracing the flavors of the pastry.

"I know right? Yours is good also" He says, taking a few more bites from your cake.

After this moment, the brown lunchboxes sit nearby, the confetti wrapping swaying softly in the breeze. You and Hobie both relax, stealing kisses, hugging, making jokes, and just taking comfort in each other's presence.

"I know I don't say it enough, but I'm proud of you, even with all this exam prep you're doing, you never gave up, and I love you," He says, his head in your lap as you run your hands on his wicks.

"Fuck" You check your phone, going to the assignment page, a late notice greeting you as soon as you open the app.

"What happened?"

"My work was due at 11:59..." You groan, tilting your head back, closing your eyes.

"Still love you"

"You're not making this any better."

@chessbox

and many thanks to @adorefavv for the lunchbox cake idea + more details !!

-have a fluffy blanket and a warm drink.

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#ATSV

───── ✦ Hobie brown m.list.

guide: fluff ->🌷, dark themes -> 💀, 🚭 <- smoking

headcanons -> 1🌷, Hobie!🌷, hobie alts 🌷

Fics -> Smoking with Hobie (smoking warning!!)🚭🌷, snoozing with Hobie Brown🌷, Hot chocolate shenanigans🌷, Rooftop date w/ Hobie Brown🌷, black cat reader🌷, Ghostface Hobie 💀, artist reader w/ Hobie🌷.

Blurbs -> In bed w/ Hobie 🌷.

Miscellaneous!! -> some ideas🌷.

More coming soon!!!!!

If any links aren't working, please let me know 🙏🏿

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warnings: fluff, fluff and more fluff

extra: you and Hobie being silly with ???? at night. Once again, gn reader (always!)

??? uses bold.

make sure to get hydrate, eat a snack, and rest !!

The sun had already set, the dark colors of the sky caressing the gentle stars like decorations. The sound of cars, trains, and passerbys.The lights of the apartment building shine gently on the streets. There's a sense of quietness that makes your skin crawl, but it also brings a sense of peace.

You swing to another building, spectating any threat in the alleys, incoming streets, or clumsy citizens, peering in every direction, your mask copying the movements.

'Booorrrrinnnnnggggg' You groan, looking at your watch, decorated with several stickers given by the spider society. The charms off the watch gently move and glint in the calm breeze. The orange screen greets you with a glitchy message.

"No anaomolies found"

You sigh in relief, jumping to another building and swinging back to your apartment, closing the window, and landing on your bed, comfy after getting into your lounge clothes. Drifting to sleep-

Gentle claws gently scrape your back, seeming to make biscuits? Some slight, distorted meowing catches your attention. Then, it gently maneuvers itself to rest on your head, curling up. You hear a laugh, then you are suddenly smothered by 2 ounces, his arms wrapping around you.

"I see your back," he mutters, snuggling into you. A distorted meow from the symbiote shakes you slightly.

"Mhm, patrol was tiring; nothing happened." You mumble into the pillow, softly sighing. He hums, acknowledging what you said. The rough edges of his border are now a gentle blue.

"@#$%!" You hear a deafening meow in your ear. A pair of deep black paws go to roughly paw your face, the toe beans making contact as the claws come out a little,trying to get you to get up. "Okay, I'm getting up," you mumble in frustration. You make eye contact with Hobie's symbiote cat; the cat pisses you off for its craving for specific food, but everything else about that cat is cute.

Hobie lets out a little laugh when you get up, stretching, and immediately the cat leaps on your face, biting your nose gently.

"Hey! Chill out!" You gently get the cat off your face, looking at it with playful annoyance. The cat just sort of slumps in your hold, putting their paws on your eyebrows.

It becomes a staring contest, and you're too enveloped to see that Hobie took a picture of the interaction.

"!^&*#.."

"Fine, let's go" You stubbornly drag yourself off the bed, going into the kitchen with the symbiote cat in your hold; they're making a disgruntled purr-type noise. Hobie gets out of bed too, only to see the interaction between you and his cat.

"Thirsty?"

"@&!>!"

You nod, getting some water into a bowl and putting it on the floor in front of the cat. It hesitantly smells it, then starts drinking it, pawing the floor back and forth. "Okay..?" You say, leaving the cat be.

'I'm kinda thirsty..'

You take out two hot chocolate packets, and knowing Hobie won't follow the directions, you just give the packet to him.

"Thank you" He mutters, preparing his own supply of milk in the mug, he pours it in, it ends up overflowing onto the plate below it. Putting several packets of marshmallows on his hot chocolate.

'Just like you thought he would do'

As you prepare to make your hot chocolate, you carefully tear open the packet and pour the contents into your favorite mug. You add in a bit of extra preparation, with your milk/whatever substance, and begin to stir the mixture together. As you stir, you watch as the dark brown material begins to create intricate patterns with the added substance. A gentle steam begins to rise from the mug, adding to the cozy feeling of warmth and comfort that comes with sipping on a delicious cup of hot chocolate.

You throw him a straw and drink yours; the sweet flavoring of the hot drink makes your worries go away; the sweetness goes to your tastebuds, making the flavoring last longer.

"&@$#!" The cat lets out a tiny noise, clinging onto your head; its paws curl into your hair a bit. Gently pawing at the cup, the glint of its claws reflecting the surface. "You want a marshmellow? You know you can't have chocolate."

"%&lt;^&[..." It sadly purrs, giving you… cat-dog eyes? You can't really see it in the pearlescent shape of its eyes, but you can see some fake tears.

Hobie stuffs some marshmellows into the symbiote's mouth, the cat letting out a sound of happiness, jumping from your head to leap on your leg, gently biting.

"Ow.."

You and Hobie cuddle on the couch, the cups full of hot chocolate now empty and the spoons sitting to the side. The TV plays a random pirated film, full of children fighting against mythical creatures and gods. The couch is warm, gently snuggling against Hobie; his border turns a light pink, full of small paper hearts; the other half of his border has some spikes, resembling his venom cat. You gently hum, cuddling the cat also, letting out small purrs in response, curling up on your head.

"You gotta clean the dishes tonight"

"Why?"

"I did them yesterday"

"Fuck"

@chessbox, giving you a hug/ (alt: giving you a high-five). Feedback is welcomed! (just don't be rude about it)

chessbox try not to start a story off with surroundings (SUPER HARD)

Gives you one of your favorite christmas/hanukkah/Kwanzaa foods.

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Before we start !! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

-Reader is ALWAYS gender neutral (gn), but it's mentioned that the reader has braids (tenderheaded, like me fr).

-written with a black reader in mind. <3

-Reader's the black cat, but NOT suggestive!!

-Reader has claws

-No warnings, unless you're allergic to fluff, and cussing.

It was a breezy London night, the gentle chatter of the citizens, the cars, the trains going by, and soft sounds of the birds singing. The moonlight shining through your curtains.Your alarm suddenly goes off, with a groan, you sling the covers off of you, your braids all in your face. You throw the clock off of the nightstand, the clock landing on the carpet. You're about to put your slippers on, but-

Slip.

You slip over your slipper, face planting into the carpet with a groan. Your braids are all undone and messy.

'I knew I should've re-braided them yesterday!'

"Hey I heard- Oh.." Your roommate, Etta stands there looking bewildered at the sight of your braids, with her bonnet still on.

"Hey Etta.." You mumble, still not attempting to get up from the carpeted floor.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR HAIR?! WE GOTTA GET THIS FIGURED OUT-"

"Etta, please, I'll just redo it-"

"No! You gotta look good for the street musician, what was his name again?" She looks at you for some sort of answer.

"Hobie Brown"

"And you like him right?"

"Yes- I mean..maybe?? I saw him yesterdayyyy"

"Yeah, so you gotta look good for him!" She starts taking out your braids, you occasionally letting out a 'ouch' or a grunt as she takes them out.

"Do you like him?"

This immediately makes your cheeks darker, and warmer, looking away from Etta's piercing brown eyes.

"I mean, I get nervous..and my heart beats faster? I don't know what it means though"

"It means you love him!"

"Okay, Etta, like you would know- Ow!" Etta pinches your cheek, then lets go.

"Let's just get your dumbass ready"

After a bunch of ows, and complaints from you, your braids are fresh, and your black cat costume is warm and cozy.

Perfect for the cold London night.

"I'll see you at-"

"Just get yo dumbass out before I jump you" She threatens in the mirror, clapping her flat iron playfully at you.

"Alright alright! I'm out!" You quickly jump out and claw down the walls, jumping to rooftops to get to the nearest bank, the cold wind running through your braids.

You see a couple of street musicians, one with an electric guitar, he makes gentle strums and raves on his electric guitar, people handing him money on the way to their location.

He looks so handsome..

His hair? Woah..

"No Y/N! No getting distracted!" You whisper shout to yourself, lightly smacking your head.

You get on the London Bank's rooftop, the moon in the cityscape distracting you by the yellow hue. Relaxing first before you do anything. Crawling into the bank's ceiling, your claws gripping onto the pearly ceiling, looking down at the people in their overpriced clothes.

"We should buy Prada later!"

"Oh my God! Yes we should!"

"Let's just hope Andrew has an eye on the vault, his bitchass has the night shift!" The woman laughs, lusciously holding her jaguar print bag.

You groan quietly, continuing to get lost in the ceilings' floral patterns, you make eye contact with a girl with some butterfly braids, she ends up running away, dropping a key.

The key reflects off the ceiling..

You grab the key, and leap back onto the ceiling, making your way to the banks vault. There, you see a young man, presumably with some dreads, liking a girls Instagram post on his phone.

You quickly kick him in the neck, knocking him out, his phone dropping beside him, you move his head with your heel, making sure he's out.

Yep, out cold.

You snicker, unlocking the vault slowly, red glowing lines await as you open it.

'Really?!'

You manage to dodge the lines, having to do limbo with some of them..

oh shit.

One line is extremely close to your nose, you move slowly past it, letting out a sigh of relief.

'Fucking security' you think, rolling your eyes, getting out a bag, you stuff various stacks of money in the bag, grabbing about 80-120 stacks, you hoist the bag on your shoulders, once again avoiding the cameras and security lasers.

Running out into the cold London air, your braids flying behind you, jumping to several buildings, passing some stacks to the homeless, small businesses, and the local artists around London.

'Oh, I need to save some for Ho-'

You run into a figure, you both fall to the ground, you rubbing your head.

"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry!" You help him pick his electric guitar up, giving him the case back, putting some money in there also.

"It's okay, no problem" He takes his guitar, putting it on his back again. He walks away, humming.

You stand there for a second, looking dumb as hell as you think about the handsome man you saw. Your heart starts beating faster, butterflies flying around your stomach as you climb another building.

You're gonna have a bunch to tell Etta once you get back.

@chessbox

Man, this took so long, this was my first time doing something off of a prompt (by @undobutton's one post on a street musician au Hobie)

Thank you to @forevayafavv for the help writing a black cat reader

honk mimimimi

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Yep, me again

+ only gn! reader unless requested.

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──★ Hobie w/ a artist reader 💭

Includes: a fic, fluff, maybe a kiss or two..?? trying a different writing style! Gn reader as always.

extras: Hi!! I'm back to writing again after a break! Hope u guys are taking care of yourselves! <33

Reader can see Hobie's border!

Your hands glide the paintbrush across the canvas, putting gentle pressure on the brush, the handle illuminates off the gentle London sun, the intricate patterns of your handmade paintbrush please your eyes, thanks to Hobie's handiwork. Grabbing some more paint, you squeeze the bottle, and some acrylic paint pours out of it onto the small white palette.

You were in a whole different world, just focusing on your painting, painting all types of different strokes and techniques on the canvas. The music in your ears copies your hand movements.

"Hobie, can you stop changing your border, it's distracting me." You huff, looking away from the canvas to see that his border, now a light steel blue color, with some newspaper titles about art.

"Nah" He snickers mischievously, changing his seating position, and changing his border into a calm pink with some white cut out stars.

You groan, painting his border again, not realizing you have created a nice gradient of colors on the canvas.

The room was full of silence, the sound of painting strokes, the gentle waves of the water against the boat, and the birds chirping gently nearby. Deciding to take a break, you gently set down your palette and paint, lounging on the couch by the window, enjoying the warm sun. Looking at your canvas again, you realize that the portrait of Hobie looked better when you took a step back. The normal gray color transitioning into a calm pink shade, the sunlight making some of the paint sparkle in the reflection.

"I look great" his voice cuts you out of your thoughts, feeling him standing beside you, his border changing to match the colors in the painting. Your eyes move from the painting to him, just admiring his gaze on the artwork, but mostly his face. Just admiring how handsome he is, unable to tear your eyes from him. You had looked at him plenty of times, but tonight it was different, just adoring his face, his eyes, everything about him, he didn't have his piercings on, but he was handsome nonetheless.

"You look amazing" You mutter in a dreamlike trance, finally being able to tear your eyes away from him.

"Of course I do" He snickers, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead. "What's with all the stares today?" He asks, putting an arm around your shoulder, staring at you with warm heterochromic eyes.

"Just admiring how handsome you are" You utter, looking him in the eyes. "Well..thank you." He says, his cheeks turning the slightest bit darker at your compliment.

The sun was on its way to slumber, the beautiful yellow, orange, purple and light pink reflected off of the clouds, making them seem like mirrors. As every structure starts to slowly glow as the sun goes down. Hobie decided to hang up the drawing on one of the walls by the canal windows, the painting not moving as the canal slowly sways on the dock. The sound of Hobie's soft snores echoes in the room, him gently spooning you, his hands on your waist, moving sometimes to get even closer to you while napping.

Looking at his peaceful face, you get in that dreamlike state again, just admiring that he can relax, even sleep near you. Hobie letting his guard down enough for you just warms your heart.

You'll never forget those uncommon moments with him.

🌾 @chessbox, hope you enjoyed this one ! Reblogs and feedback are appreciated (just don't be rude about it). 🧺

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