#spiderpunk hobie brown

[liyawritesss]

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Characters: Hobart “Hobie” Brown [Spider-Punk] x black!earthy!GN!reader

Type: headcanons

Synopsis: What’s it like to be favored by everyone’s favorite punk-alt spider, in either a platonic or romantic setting?

Warnings: cursing, very very horrible british accent & slang I apologize in advance/please teach me better

A/N: I specifically had an earthy!reader in mind but I think that it can somewhat be applied to most other aesthetics as well. It was just a reason for me to write a farmers market date type thing because it's so cute to me. Hobie is around 18-19 in this!!

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You meet Hobie at a community farmers market, one that you frequented often because of the closeness to your home and the bartering style of trade that was used in place of currency. You had a service of your own that you provided to the community, and exchanged the things you made, grew, or produced, or the knowledge you had in exchange for the things that you needed such as food, clothes, utensils, etc.

Hobie’s crew was a new sight to see in the last couple of trips you’d taken to the market, their presence striking yet welcomed by the community there. Thick black boots and spikes adorned their bodies, slightly rattled clothes giving them an edge, but none of them were hostile, and in fact, many of his crew - including Hobie himself - engaged in the bartering and trade system themselves

The two of you seemed to be from completely different worlds, but with the same mindset, beliefs, and values in defying the construct, it wasn’t long before eventually the two of you engaged with each other as well.

On his electric guitar you noticed a couple of missing strings, and the remaining ones seemed to be on their last legs anyway. You had a friend who specialized in string instruments, and offered to get him a new set of strings if he taught you how to play. Contrary to what you initially thought, he accepted

So a week later, you both met at the market again, you with the promised strings and a basket of baked goods and other produce you were bartering away, and so began your friendship with the punk-alt man.

Hobie and his crew called you their ‘wildflower’ because of the earth tones you dressed in and how you were so fascinated with flowers that sometimes you’d pin them to your clothes or your hair. It was cute to them, him specifically, and it was an interesting sight to see a spot of green and brown amidst the sea of black and red.

You’d go to his shows sometimes, teasing him about putting the strings you got him to good use, and he definitely shows up and shows out because of it.

If its a late night, and you took a raincheck on one of his underground shows, he’ll find himself at your place and crash, leaving little to no room for argument. Hobie spends the night so often he has clothes tucked in his own little chest in your room. 

You don’t live in town, however, opting to live in the countryside in a tiny cottage left to you by your family, so you always wondered if he actually made the trek to your place or did he find someone to drop him off. He doesn’t tell you about his other identity just yet, though, so you’re stuck trying to figure out his riddles on the subject.

After a while of knowing each other he’ll give in to your constant begging of performing a wick maintenance on him. He never saw a point in ‘maintenance’ on his head, he liked it the way it was, but you were obviously fed up with how careless he was with his hair and figured it couldn’t hurt to indulge you. Though he cant deny that he knocks right out after the first wash, the way your fingers were massaging his scalp had him a bit too relaxed.

Neither of you are sure when the line between friendship and relationship began to blur. You just know that at some point he began to have physical contact with you more, growing more protective of you. You’d sleep in the same bed, finding comfort on top of his lanky yet warm body as Hobie’s arm drapes around your waist in his sleep. You start cooking for him, taking extra care in the presentation of it, even though all he’ll do is wolf it down the second he smells it.

Hobie never says anything, and with his constant reminders of hating labels and hating consistency as they were all forms of oppression by the establishment, neither did you. Yet you could never deny the tug on your heart that pulled you towards him whenever he was around, nor could you ignore the shift in his eyes whenever they landed on you.

It takes time for Hobie to come around to the idea of having these strong affections for someone. He never used the term ‘love’ as it pertains to relationships with people due to his past, and the knowledge that anyone you ‘love’ could leave you at any given notice. He was much better at showing rather than telling, but even that was hard for him for a while. So when he found his heart swelling and his chest growing tight and it becoming harder to breathe around you when he was harboring his feelings in secret, it scared him a little bit. Cuz how was someone like you even attracted to someone like him?

It is ultimately up to you to have a sit down with Hobie and address the air that surrounds the both of you - that whatever yall started off as has changed, and that you want it to be a good change, but Hobie has to acknowledge it to, and acknowledge you and how you feel. And as said before, it’s scary for Hobie, because he’s never had a need to label what he felt for anyone, but when it came to you, what he felt was so strong and intense that he felt like he had to.

So he tells you, he tells you everything that night - about his feelings, about his fears, even about him being Spider-Punk. And he’s expecting you to be apprehensive and change your mind about being with him, and what that truly means for people like the both of you. But you dont push him away, you don’t tell him to fuck off, and Hobie isn’t sure if he should be relieved or even more scared about that

All he knows is that he wakes up the next day to you cooking breakfast, like you normally did when he slept over, but this time, it feels different; solid, secure, warm. It feels like home, and that's something Hobie hasn’t had in a long time.

He moves with more purpose now, a lot of his intentions directed to you and the betterment of his bond with you. With his crew and out in public, he won’t hesitate to call you his person - he won’t use the term boyfriend or girlfriend, but partner or person is more reflective of the bond he wishes to enhance with you. 

Overall, loving Hobie Brown is an immense task. He’s loud and wild and everywhere sometimes; he’s also thoughtful, considerate, and gentle other times. You gotta teach him how to love in some areas, teach him what it means to be loved, and overall: patience and understanding is key with a man like Hobie - he’s got a lot going on, but if you’re willing to be down with someone like him, he won’t hesitate to make it worth your while.

[irlplasticlamb]

i love it when spider people…..

prints + merch + commission info

[anendtopursuit]

kissing the atsv character designers directly on the lips

[shokuto]

“Hobie, you’re not helping.”

“Good.”

[itssluv]

That boy LANKY ASL

[milimeters-morales]

i know Pavitr is crouching a bit but god. this fucking height difference??? Pavitr saying *“hobie my guy!” hobie saying *“man like PAV!!! BIG STEPPA” god they make me so happy!!

[ekkoh]

spiderband + the squinty™

bonus:

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

How does Hobie fit his hair under his mask- IRRELEVANT.

What you should be asking is how is his guitar not falling when they are literally upside-down

Answer: Hobie hates laws so much he's subconsciously able to break the Laws of Physics if it threatens his aesthetic.

His suspenders also do not move.

Animation error? Hammerspace? Nah I just hc he has Infinite Coolness as a legit ability. There's no other explanation he's just That Cool.

[keysandcrosses]

this movie gave me brain damage

[brown-spider]

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

SPIDERS AHHHHH

[m0sstrx]

🕷️

[n1an-gao]

Hobie hobie hobie

[siplick]

Your honor, I love him

[t1koy-roll]

Wow can you guys believe Spiderman invented pride month

[juniperarts]

After a particularly tough battle spiderband gets a hold of some 🍾🍻 (courtesy of Hobie)

My headcanons for what types of drunks each are:

Also Hobie is saying "See? The queen has ya believin a load of crap Gwendy! 'S wha incompetent idiots like em will drill into ya!"