:: a place for me to dump my hobie brown related thoughts and fics
:: all 'x reader' posts are gender neutral due to personal preference- however, will take requests for readers with 'he/him' pronouns
:: requests: closed got something cooking in the drafts that i need to be locked in for 😼
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my current works ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
anon reqs
་ ༌ ༶ High S*x w/ Hobie 18+ [1.1k]
་ ༌ ༶ close calls - 'I think I'm falling in love with you / I think we make a pretty good team'
headcannons / imagines
་ ༌ ༶ schoolyears!spiderpunk hc's
་ ༌ ༶ random hobie brown hc's
་ ༌ ༶ hobie brown 18+ hc's
་ ༌ ༶ more hobie hc's
་ ༌ ༶ personal hobie hc’s
་ ༌ ༶ hobie using black remedies for a sick!black!reader
་ ༌ ༶ songs & artists I’d recommend based off of Hobie’s character
་ ༌ ༶ pre-show makeup (imagine) - ‘hobie does readers make-up before a show n gets a little carried away’
drabbles / random thoughts
་ ༌ ༶ hobie brown watches matilda (drabble)
་ ༌ ༶ aro hobie loving the idea of romance (idea)
ficlets / longer works
་ ༌ ༶ muses annonymous - 'reader finds themselves captivated by the reserved hobie brown living in the rivalling student house down the road. conflicted as to whether they should take advantage of this newfound inspiration, their developing relationship causes hobie to question if inspiration is the only thing he's looking for after all..' [coming soon / will be actively updating]
་ ༌ ༶ written in the cards - 'reader tries to help convince miles his feelings for gwen are reciprocated- in the midst of meddling they end up finding out hobie may be harbouring secret feelings of his own..' [4.6k]
་ ༌ ༶ ode to an icon (pt. 1)- 'hobie brown does his mate a favour by taking up a modelling gig. however, he finds himself battling between brazenly yearning and keeping it professional with the overworked hottie from his past..' [5.5k]
་ ༌ ༶ ode to an icon (pt. 2) - same thing, but the rest of it. [4.4k]
in my absence from posting I come back with tale of life experience- I've had my snakebites pierced coming up on 2 years now, not once have I thought these rods of metal inside my bottom lip to be cold,, and I am happy to report a healthy amount of cringe reading back Hobie brown shit where I mention otherwise..
》 Friendship Bracelets - Hobart "Hobie" Brown - Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse
－ In which your set of bracelets end up getting destroyed on a mission and Hobie replaces them with his own.
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Your mind can’t seem to focus on the words that Miguel is saying. They come to you in mumbles, the debriefing you’re supposed to be paying attention to going in one ear and out the other. It wasn’t on purpose; the importance of the mission was made quite clear from the moment it was assigned to you and Hobie a week prior. At some point between its conclusion and the debriefing with Miguel, however, your mind became distant.
It wasn’t hard to figure out, though; at least not for Hobie Brown, a guy who despite his carefree and relaxed nature, was more observant than what others believed. The way you continued to paw at the space on your wrist was more than enough to tell the punk what’s been bothering you.
“Mission’s done, crisis avoided, lives saved,” Hobie eventually drones, having heard enough of the overbearing lecture from the older, much more nuanced, Spiderman, of whom he’d have less of a care than the dirt under his boots, “can we go now, yeah? Day’s still young, I’d rather spend it kickin’ and prancin’ on my own time.”
Hobie has always had a special way of pissing off Miguel - perhaps it was the attitude he never once failed to show to the elder, or perhaps it was because of the lack of control Miguel held over the younger - but nevertheless, a huff and a grumble from the leader dismisses the pair to be off on their own endeavors.
“I hate that I lost them.” you mumble out while walking down the hallway, your strides double the pace of Hobie’s in order to keep your paces matching. He’s got his hands in his leather jacket pockets, head tilted forward and proud. “Lost what?”
“My bracelets,” you lament, “that stupid anomaly messed me up and my bracelet got destroyed. Ugh, I knew I should have put them away before traveling out to that dimension.” There’s a pout on your face that makes Hobie frown - he hates to see any of his mates upset. “He said it was pretty bad there, I should’ve listened.”
“Piss-Face says it’s bad everywhere, can’t take him seriously, birdie,” Hobie says, “besides, wasn’t your fault. It’s part of your get up, ain’t it?”
“Kinda,” you reply, “I just had them for so long, I feel so…bare without ‘em.”
Hobie’s strides take him a few paces ahead of you, turning to walk backwards instead so he can face you. He gives you a once over, chuckling, “You’re right; you look mad weird without em.”
“Not funny, Hobie!” You frown, but the creases in your forehead then turn to confusion when he tosses something your way. Catching it between your hands, you open your palms to see the set of bracelets you’d believed to be destroyed in the battle; tied and combined with a piece of what you assume to be a studded band of Hobie’s.
“Good thing you got a friend who knows how to mend, yeah?” He chimes with a knowing smirk.
“How did you-?” You begin to ask, but the taller Spider brushes it off before you have a chance to address it any further.
“I’m starved, hope they have something good at the cafeteria today,” dark wicks dance as he turns forward once again, the destination set in his mind, as he turns back to you, “you comin’ or what?”
A moment passes before a much more pleasant smile that Hobie knows your for graces your lips, as you slip on the bracelet and walk in stride with him once more to the cafeteria.
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Muses Anonymous - Hobie Brown x gn!Reader Fic [WIP]
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howdy howdy howdy! damn it's been a minute, but I'm writing again but so help me Divine this fic is going to be written and finished I do NOT care how long it takes!! I've never done like a chapter by chapter fic before, but I am excited to finally get this idea out nevertheless. Once I get the first chapter of this baby out I intend to update on a fortnightly basis... Ideally. This post will be updated as chapters come out.[11/02/25]
I imagine the reader to be gender neutral, black and british but it shouldn't take away from anyone else seeing themselves within this fic.
warnings: none as of yet- will update once I put some chapters out- though individual warnings will be applied to each "episode".
wc :: no use of y/n :: slow burn :: mature themes / audience intended
synopsis: 'reader finds themselves captivated by the reserved hobie brown living in the rivalling student house down the road. conflicted as to whether they should take advantage of this newfound inspiration, their developing relationship causes hobie to question if inspiration's the only thing he's looking for after all..'
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་ ༌ ༶ PROLOUGE coming soon!
་ ༌ ༶ PART 1
་ ༌ ༶ PART 2
་ ༌ ༶ PART 3
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inspo for layout nicked off of @the-kr8tor's thread the needle masterlist
writers block is killing me for everything else atm (progress HAS been made however) but i’ve got sumn to hold me over until i can face my requests again.
still in the rough stages but yk when it’s a stroni fic that shit is gonna have some mutual pining / yearning, but this time it’s all gussied up under a nice !artist x unaware-!muse bow. 👁️
it’s hard for me to remain consistent with my blog n for that im so sorry for my loves who are still waiting for their requests but know I am a one man army with ADD. when i said i was slow i was not lying 😪
thank you guys, for rocking with my work. genuinely for as small as my blog is the support i’ve received has done immeasurable things for my motivation behind why i write.
if ANYONE.. has any hobie brown x reader (i’ll love u even more if the reader is black) comfort for specifically autism i would pay you a mighty fine fucking penny because whew chilay. am I feeling it right now
got so giggly whilst looking at references of him and got inspired to draw so here's a little sketch of my man-- i mean the fictional character hobie brown in my style. . .
Hobie Brown x gn!Reader - Pre-show Makeup (Imagine)
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just a cute little getting ready idea I had whilst I was anxious to go see yves tumor last month. also an excuse to play with the hc i have of Hobie liking to do readers makeup with them sat in his lap.
warnings: none ! hobie being a little shit
1.07k words :: estab queer platonic relationship— oh YEAH!🗣️🗣️ :: i imagine the reader to be black n british but anyone should be able to see themselves within my work ! :: kinda proofread lol
summary: hobie does readers make-up before a show n gets a little carried away
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"Babe, I know you're excited but I need you to sit still f'me yeah?" He chuckles, letting out a relaxed sigh as he deflated back into the sofa, arms limp at his sides. He held back the natural instinct to rest his hands against your hips, not wanting ruin your outfit with his makeup-stained fingers.
"You've re-drawn my left wing four times now," you tease, smirking when you see him roll his eyes, "You do realise Yves'll hardly see us in the crowd? I'm sure it looks great, love." You coo reassuringly.
"Fair but," He sits back up to wipe at your undereye with his thumb, you still in his lap, "I don't think it's a crime t'want y'to look good, mm?" Hobie coos back absentmindedly. You break out into a mischievous grin at his words, his ebony eyes flitter up to meet your own for a moment when you do.
Hobie kisses his teeth half-heartedly, "You know what I meant." He breathes, already knowing how you were about to spin his words. You snicker softly when he deftly pushes your face away from his playfully, before pulling you back and returning his focus on wiping excess makeup from your cheek.
You feel your stomach flutter when he puts his fingers to your chin, tilting your face back up towards him. You're met with warm, lidded eyes, the perpetual soft quirk of his lips, one that seemed specially reserved for you and almost forget what you were about to say when you feel the cold pad of this thumb brush against your face . Unfortunately for him, you don't.
"Mhmm, do I now?" You feign oblivion, still smirking, "'Cause all I heard was you telling me that I don't usually look good." Hobie sighs softly and relaxes back into the couch once more.
He shrugs, "You don't."
Your face immediately falls, to which Hobie breaks out into a poorly stifled giggle when he watches you roll your eyes and kiss your teeth. "It's what you heard, weren't it?" He teases, tilting his head as he runs his tongue over his front teeth- not quite able to mask his own amusement.
"Mmm." You're holding back a bashful smile but commit to the bit and begin to move out of your partners lap- causing his own face to fall now.
"Oi," Hobie protests "nono, c'mere", you snicker once more when he sits up to pull you in by the waist back into his lap, no longer caring about marking up your clothes. You wrap your arms around his neck and press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips before pulling away.
You admire his makeup. His favourite black lipstick, dramatic graphic eyeliner bordering his eyes with a smoked out undereye. You were mesmerised by how good he looked when he contoured his already pretty defined cheekbones with black. The paler base he used allowing his features to stand out even more.
God they were gorgeous. you often thought.
"Are you still not finished?" You huff with a lopsided smile, raising your brows pointedly as you refer to your makeup. Hobie rolls his eyes as you change the subject and inspects your face.
Seeing his face all dolled up just made you anxious to see your own. Hobie had done your makeup to match his, deciding to use the gig as an opportunity to practice. Initially he wasn't going to, but after some persistence (literal begging) he agreed if you abided by his two terms.
That if you:
1. sat in his lap while he did it
and—
2. that you couldn't look in a mirror until after he was done.
Hobie’s rubbing circles into your hips by the time he answers.
“Mm.. you’re almost there, jus need t’do your lips,” he hums. Hobie shakes his head in amusement when he notices you deflate slightly at hearing he wasn’t done yet. Sitting back up he coo's at you sarcastically with a smirk on his lips, cupping your cheeks to tilt your head up at him.
"Hobie, at this rate we're gonna be late." You whine and the look in his eye softens when he watches your brow furrow. You almost don't notice how he's beginning to lean in. He’s nodding but you can tell he's half-listening. You roll your eyes.
"Don't worry bug, I'll be quick," he murmurs lowly, smiling softly when he watches you roll your eyes and presses a tender kiss to your lips. You don't know how many times Hobie needs to kiss you for your breath to stop hitching every time he does it, but your worries quickly melt away for a moment as you kiss him back.
The kiss is sweet, but the sweetness doesn’t last long as Hobie punctuates the latter end of it with an exaggerated 'mmtwah!' before pulling away with his signature smug grin. "There we go!— oh." He purses his lips, brows raising in amusement as you give him a puzzled look.
"What?" You quirk a brow, the smile on your face slowly subsiding when you notice Hobie's lipstick was smudged.
Your eyes widen in realisation and you watch as Hobie nods excitedly. "No." is all you can say, almost pleading, shaking your head though an incredulous smile threatens to paint your face merely from your partners reaction.
"Mhm." He grins, biting his lip.
You groan and push yourself out of Hobie's lap and make a beeline out the room for the nearest mirror. The sounds of his giggling echoing behind you as he remains in the living room.
"Hobie- oh my go-- fucking hell!" Your exasperated groans of annoyance could be heard from the other room which makes his giggle break into bellowing laughter.
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"You said y'wanted us to match, love." He smirks down at you as the pair of you walked to the bus stop after the gig had ended. Black lipstick a mess smudged around his mouth as he shrugs, “we would've been stood a'the back if we left any later."
"Yeah but," you sigh softly when you feel him wrap an arm over your shoulder, he chuckles when you rest your head against his chest and words fail. You can't think of anything negative to say.
Hobie hums in contentment when you don't finish your sentence. Admittedly, the compliments and knowing glances from the concert goers only boosted your confidence. You both looked good together, better than good. Hobie watches your expression soften into a smile as you reminisce over the night fondly.
He grins smugly "Exactly," and you roll your eyes half-heartedly in return.
*sighs* man, i love us— LMFAO no but fr this was so fun to write became a lot longer than anticipated but i’m happy!
i think hobie is so fun to write for when you remember he’s just a little shite who would most likely take the piss out of his zucchini (queer platonic partner) day in day out. our man is such a dork idk how we cope.
finally getting back into the swing of writing so those reqs are next on my list in terms of longer works! ty for reading my shit, hope you like it <333
Hello!!! I have simple request if you don’t mind how about drunk Hobie with y/n…I wanna see how you would write their dynamic cause I love your writing <3
Thank you for requesting, lovely! 💛
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: use of Y/N sparingly, no specific physical description of the reader, drinking, cw vomit, FLUFF
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You wake up groggily to the telephone ringing loudly inside your shared bedroom. With one eye open, you blindly reach for the receiver, hand bumping all over the mess that is your bedside table. Bringing the phone to your ear, face squished on the pillow, sleep still clinging to your lashes.
“Hello?” Your voice cracks.
“Y/N? It's Ned” you wake up in a flash, mind already flashing to Hobie or his friends having some sort of emergency during their weekly get together. Is there a fire? Did someone get alcohol poisoning? Is he okay?
“Come get your man. He's gonna get kicked out with how loud the fucker is right now. The owner’s staring daggers at him”
Sure enough, there's a loud booming laughter in the background and what sounds to be glass shattering. Ned's swirling his words together but sober enough to put together a cohesive sentence. But definitely not drunk enough to handle his friends' shenanigans.
“Oh shit! Please hurry, he's telling everyone that he's Spider-Man, what a weirdo.” there's a rustling sound then the phone falls, banging on the wall briefly. There's fast footsteps and a muffled, “Hobie! Christ, that's your third fucking glass!”
There's roaring laughter, and an unmistakable voice. “Who you callin’? The coppers? You're no fun anymore, Neddy”
The dial tone ends and you're already putting on your trainers, taking your keys, wallet and coat. You don't even bother changing out of your pajamas, they look presentable enough, right?
The train ride was awkward. You in your pajamas, hair disheveled, and mismatched socks. Good thing there weren't a lot of commuters this late or the staring would actually get to you. There was an awkward silence when you stepped inside, but with you staring right back at them with your sleep deprived eyes, they looked away immediately.
You practically ran to the white horse pub, the party was in full swing, people with sloshing pints in hand and men drunkenly trying to walk straight. Hugging your coat closer, you tie them closed, scanning the pub for the familiar figure.
Spotting Hobie halfway up the table with Ned trying to drag him off, his laughs would make you giggle if not for him being so inebriated, chugging an entire pint while his other friends cheer him on, banging on tables and guffawing over the already loud pub. A friend you've recognized before joins him on the table, finishing his own pint. Hobie eggs him on with him tipping his friend's pint closer to the man's lips, while chanting: you can do it, mate!
The wood wobbles and you quickly make your way towards him. Ned sighs in relief, you smile apologetically before he changes course for the other friend on the table, almost tackling him off it.
You hold onto his leather jacket in an attempt to balance him. He usually has great balance but you don't completely trust his coordination.
“Hobie!” You yell through the loud chatter of the pub. The owner watches on in your peripheral, “Sorry, Joe! I'll get him home!”
“You better! Your boy's a menace, he's been inciting everyone on his little drinking game”
“Isn't that good? People are buying more booze?”
“Don't push it, love. That's the only reason why I'm not gonna make him pay for the broken glasses”
You wince, “sorry about those” He grunts, waving off.
Tugging at his jacket, you call his name again. Hobie finally looks down, eyes flicking from your hands to your face. You'd expect him to greet you with a smile or even drop down and hug you, instead, he swats your hands away from him, his eyebrows knitted together in annoyance.
You blink in surprise, bewildered at his actions. “Hey! Hobie!”
“What?” he folds his knees to level with you, his eyes blinking a little too quickly, head tilted, hands on his knees for extra balance.
“What do you mean ‘what’? I'm here to take you home. You're too drunk” you hold his hand, tugging him down on the table.
“And you're too bloody handsy” he flings your hand away. “I'm–” he blinks slowly, trying to get his bearings. “I'm have a girl back home, yeah? Don't” Hobie pokes your forehead.
You get cross eyed, a minute ago you'd thought he was just a little too drunk, the kind of drunk where you're wobbly on your feet, now you know he definitely can't see straight. You decide to play along, just so you can tease him in the morning.
“Oh” you bring your hands on your chest in a mock surprise. “Didn't know that, so sorry”
“No harm, but she–she would…could throw hands if she saw you grope me like that”
Grope? “I wasn't– you know what, tell me more about her. She sounds nice”
Hobie beams at you, a resemblance of what he would usually look like once he sees you in a crowded room. He sits on the table like you just asked a child what his favourite dinosaur is.
“She– she's sooo good to me, y’know” you nod, biting your lip to stop a giddy laugh from escaping. “I told her that I was Spiderman and y’know what she did?!” He excitedly yells, good thing no one here actually believes his drunk ramblings or else the entire pub would know that they're currently drinking with spiderman himself.
“No, what did she do?” you smile, eyes twinkling under the dim lights of the pub.
“She said she loves me! And and” he gestures excitedly. “Supports me! Isn't that fuckin' amazing?!” Hobie sighs longingly. “I miss her, I wish she was here. She'd probably bonk me on the head with how much I've drunk though.” He trails off, his eyes glassy. “I should go home”
“Yeah, you should” you slowly inch closer to him. “Hey, babe?”
“Yes, lovie?” Hobie does a double take, his eyes wide as dinner plates. “Lovie!” He tackles you in for a hug. His face snuggling closer to your neck. You rub his back, giggling.
Now you're the one struggling to balance. “I miss you too” you kiss his temple. “Let's go home before you let out anymore of your secrets”
You would have struggled more if you brought him to the tube, luckily enough, you found a cab within five minutes of waiting (and wrangling) with Hobie.
After a round of goodbyes from his equally drunk friends, you finally got him inside the taxi. The driver clicks his tongue at another drunk passenger.
“He better not get sick all over my seats” the driver says gruffly.
“He won't, don't worry” you say with a fake smile.
“I think ‘m gonna be sick.” Hobie opens the car window, letting the cool air in.
“Please don't” you whisper to him, patting his back affectionately whilst you smile at the glaring driver so he doesn't kick you out.
After a car ride that seemed endless and one throw up outside the flat, you're both finally home. Getting him up the stairs was more of a struggle, he wobbled on his feet, almost tumbling off the staircase, if not for you clinging to him he would most definitely fall. Once inside the bedroom, he groans, leaning his entire body on you. Arms enclosed around your shoulders, head lolling to the side.
Hobie drops like a sack of potatoes on the mattress, bringing you down with him. You land on top as he traps you in his embrace.
“You're so good to me” he murmurs against the crown of your head.
“Mm-hmm, so I've been told” you cuddle closer, not minding the smell of alcohol.
“Because it's true” Hobie places a sticky kiss on your head then folding his neck just to reach your temple.
“You're gonna regret this in the morning” you help him in attacking your face by leaning over him, your elbows on the side of his head, fingers scratching his scalp. His hands skim over to your waist, holding you securely.
“I'll never” kiss “ever” kiss “regret” kiss “snogging you”
You laugh from the belly with every peck he leaves on your skin. “I know that, I’m talking about you drinking too much”
Hobie pauses, eyes narrowed from tiredness, lips still pursed together. “Ah that, sorry” he apologizes for his future self even though he would most definitely say it in the morning when you hand him some meds and lots of fluids.
“We'll talk about it once you're sober and without a banging headache. Rest, I'll take care of you” kissing his nose, you leave his side to grab fresh clothes for him to change into.
Before you completely leave, Hobie takes your hand, squeezing it.
“Love you, thank you” You let him bring your knuckles up to his lips, he sighs.
“Love you too, I think you're about to have the worst morning tomorrow” you chuckle, leaning closer to his touch like a planet orbiting its sun.
“With you, it won't be”
“You get cheesy when you're drunk” kissing the tip of his nose, you leave again, turning away, earning a grunt of disapproval from Hobie.
“I hate to see you go but I love watching you leave!” he says with gusto.
You should've brought a video camera with you when you were in the pub.
Hobie Brown related music recommendation time BITCHES!
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tbf i’m bias because *I’ve seen half of these live but i think that’s just what makes me believe he’d love these even more bc.. THEY WERE SO GOOD
literally just song recs with a smidge of hobie hc’s as to why I think he’d fw with em or simply bc they remind me of the character (aka ts is just for fun ma)
warnings : none
:: * Little Simz idk shes just got that sort of charisma abt her that seeps through in her music that I feel like Hobie also exudes.
:: the songs Selfish, 101 FM and you should call mum, Gorilla are those that I think he’d fw the most that you should listen to (though her entire discography is worth delving into..)
:: * Yves Tumor idk what else there is to say, literally just watch a music video of theirs and tell me I’m wrong in saying Hobie isn’t apart of this mfs band. OKAY? okay.
:: was lucky enough to meet yves after the gig and oh my GOD— so fucking cool. I felt like Miles looking at Hobie fr- just pure awe.
:: I personally love the song Ebony Eye and think you should give that a listen along with the album itself.
:: * Hak Baker specifically the song Telephones 4 Eyes
:: the kinda shit i think he’d make / write esp regarding the subject matter about the gov n, beliehe it or not- telephones. song is also just addictive asl
:: The album Aromanticsm by Moses Sumney
:: recommended the album a while back in this post here, aro/aro-coded hobie or no hobie at all tyvm
:: * Obongjayar I heavily subscribe to my own idea that he got into the artist because an ex of his said he was the physical embodiment of the song Gone Girl.
:: “I look at you and don’t see anyone, we’re so far away.. am I loosing you? —
Can’t keep lying, something is different here and I can’t bare the silence.”
:: and—
:: “baby lately when I hold you you’re missing I wish you were here.”
:: LIKE?? i just get immense visions of Hobie struggling to juggle his new found ‘duty’ as spider-man as well as his partners causing them to feel distant.
:: think the lyrics of the Childish Gambino song Heartbeat
:: “I’m a ghost and you know this.. that’s why we broke up in the first place.”
:: bro couldn’t be consistent if he tried— the pride in never wanting to ask for help causing his partner/close friends to feel like an outsider of their own relationship ??
:: bros already dealing with death, the emotional turmoil of his everyday LIFE so ofc he’s not going to want to involve anyone else
:: anyway bit of a tangent but any song off that EP is all he’s humming under his breath in the summer time babe
:: Message In a Hammer by him is also another good one specifically for the anarchistic subject matter— for example:
:: ‘You can beat me, shoot me, kill me, throw me in jail. You can strip me, use me, abuse me til’ nothin remain— we won’t take it kindly take it smiling’
:: ‘I have seen the future, In the future we won, We have been reborn.
To build we must destroy, I don’t want peace oh, we don’t talk til we tire - I won’t say please oh, we fight fire with fire’
:: and it goes onto this chant, genuinely was so electric to witness in concert the artist properly feels his music and you get that with every inflection and movement he makes on stage
:: Hobie’s deffo got this song in his ears during a fight or five
:: JPEGMAFIA.
:: whole discography idgaf.
:: put a little microphone to hobies ear and you’ll probably hear something akin to this man’s production style with how chaotic it is
:: but if yer after specific songs (🙄) then BALD!Remix ft. Denzel Curry,
:: ‘..dreadlocks had your boy like sideshow bob, can’t complain about too much because I’m on my job,
:: switched my look I got em hooked they call me Young Heartthrob’
:: SICK TIRED NERVOUS & BROKE, I Cannot Fucking Wait Til Morriessy Dies if you wanted some more
:: Scaring the Hoes was one of my favourite albums this year 🗣️
:: let’s throw some hyper pop in there, Ecco2k w/ the songs Peroxide, Calcium and AAA Powerline (all off the album titled ‘e’).
:: JUST— listen to them yeah?
:: Deck of Cards by the group Monster Florerence
:: reminds me of this post here by @spidey-bie n that sense of anger n almost a bit of helplessness?? but rather than it being abt the climate just wider (british) society as a whole ?
but yeah!
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literally all of these are black artists i love that fr — give some of these a listen n lmk what you think ong ! or don’t, just know that these are some of the songs/artists I think of when I picture the lad n I enjoy attributing these fun things to characters! if I had the patience / ability to i’d defo make an animatic for him with a couple of these songs specifically as audio but ah well. fics f’now
If you’re a spider person and Hobie hasn’t seen you for a long time, he runs at you like he’s going to hug you, only to duck down, grab you by your legs and flip you over his shoulder, shouting to Gwen and the others that there’s a villain on the loose.
Probably throws shit at you to get your attention—straw and gum wrappers, small rocks, maybe even food. He’s not a complete hooligan but he loves fucking with you. Adding to that, he totally throws pebbles at your window to get your attention when he comes over.
An absolute menace at catching things in his mouth. If you ever open up a bag of gummies, small chips, or literally anything bite sized, he instantly hollers at you to toss one up in the air saying he can absolutely catch it in his mouth no matter what—its the truth.
Loves being around people who are outspoken and speak their truth because It’s so refreshing for him. Likes to sit back and smile as you chew someones ear off (probably Miguel). He absolutely gets your attention the moment a pushy girl flirts with him just to watch the show.
Does your hair for you. I just know Hobie knows what he’s doing. Puts punk-style accessories in it.
Grabs your sleeve or hands when you’re both laughing your asses off because if he falls down he’s taking you with him.
I think he’s as touchy as he is because he’s so fucking touch starved. He’s kind of nervous to initiate intimacy with you when you first date because he doesn’t want to fuck it up or seem weird,
“I can’t remember the last time I felt like this…” He had whispered after your first time together, gently rubbing his hands up and down your back as you laid with him.
Makes you pinky promise you’ll be safe whenever you two have to be away from each other. He absolutely swears by and he holds eye contact with you the entire time, scanning you over like there’s some way he can protect you just by his gaze. If you’re a reckless fighter, Hobie understands how dangerous your missions could be. He himself is a messy, crazy, fighter. He trusts you, but he can’t stomach the thought of you getting hurt, that’s why he values something as simple as a pinky promise,
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Tried to not worry you with his emotional struggles at the start of your relationship but that didn’t last long—you were adamant that he could lean on you the same way you lean on him,
“I can hear you crying, Hobie.” You’d said in the dark night as Hobie gently cried beside you, turning to face you with a broken and defeated look on his face.
“M’sorry...didn’t mean to wake you…” He instantly softened, letting you hold him in your sweet embrace. He closed his teary eyes and nuzzled his face into your neck as you whispered to him,
“Don’t be sorry, Hobes…I’m always here for you no matter what you’re going through…”
Guys I know this is kind of stupid but can you imagine Hobie falling in love with someone who was already betrothed to someone else?
So I did a little bit of research and I found out that women in the 1970s got married around the age of 20. About 47% of women chose their husband with their parents, or their parents would choose a couple for them and the woman would select from there.
Upper class families usually forced their daughters to marry into other upper class families and didn't really give them much of a choice. They would also get married fairly young.
So I personally think that Hobie is around 18-20 years old. So imagine his "Gwen" or "MJ" being a more upper-class woman who he somewhat knew? Like an upper-class girl who's family doesn't know she's secretly anti-government and a punk?
And he ends up falling in love with her, except her parents eventually decide to marry her off to someone else and when he finds out he's completely devastated
Because 1, she doesn't get a choice in who she marries and she obviously doesn't like it, and 2 he wouldn't be able to ever be with her and 3, after getting married a lot of her privileges and rights would go away (as happened with a lot of women after marriage in the early twentieth century) and he doesn't stand for it.
So he convinces her to run away with him.
Idk this just came to me last night and I was like damn thats kinda cool
It probably doesn't make a lot of sense canonically but it would be an interesting au for fanfic writers to explore I think <3
Guys I know this is kind of stupid but can you imagine Hobie falling in love with someone who was already betrothed to someone else?
So I did a little bit of research and I found out that women in the 1970s got married around the age of 20. About 47% of women chose their husband with their parents, or their parents would choose a couple for them and the woman would select from there.
Upper class families usually forced their daughters to marry into other upper class families and didn't really give them much of a choice. They would also get married fairly young.
So I personally think that Hobie is around 18-20 years old. So imagine his "Gwen" or "MJ" being a more upper-class woman who he somewhat knew? Like an upper-class girl who's family doesn't know she's secretly anti-government and a punk?
And he ends up falling in love with her, except her parents eventually decide to marry her off to someone else and when he finds out he's completely devastated
Because 1, she doesn't get a choice in who she marries and she obviously doesn't like it, and 2 he wouldn't be able to ever be with her and 3, after getting married a lot of her privileges and rights would go away (as happened with a lot of women after marriage in the early twentieth century) and he doesn't stand for it.
So he convinces her to run away with him.
Idk this just came to me last night and I was like damn thats kinda cool
It probably doesn't make a lot of sense canonically but it would be an interesting au for fanfic writers to explore I think <3
Uhh quick question you got any Hobie headcanons? I’m curious and also not normal about him at all
also if you have any advice on how not to lose my mind everytime I see a drawing of him please let me know cause this man is robbing me of my heart and sanity
It's literally impossible I've tried so hard but my mind is gone.
Anyways headcanons. (Idk if you wanted relationship based ones or just Hobie related ones but oh well. These are gonna be random as hell lol.)
General Headcanons
You can take Hobie and his Caribbean roots from my cold dead hands (and even then I'll arise from the grave to fight you)
I feel like he knows how to cook but he acts like he can't just to mess with everyone.
Aroace Hobie supremacy here. (We all heard that I hate labels line right. Aroace was the first thing that popped in my mind IDC IDC.)
I feel like back in his home dimension he just picks up kids off the street to adopt. Or at the very least all the kids in his area know of him and absolutely adore him.
He crafts in his down time when he's not punching fascists. It started as just patches on his jacket but now he straight up just crochets plushies that he gives to the spider band and the kids in his area.
He's just the hypeman. Always hyping up his friends and motivating them because he didn't get that when he was their age.
He seems like he's the cool and suave type at first but he's actually a huge dork like every other spiderman. He's constantly telling Gwen and Pav about his favorite Punk artists and whatever new tech is coming out in his universe.
Romantic Headcanons
His love language is acts of service, physical touch, and words of affirmation Fight me.
Like he just is always on you if he can be. Leaning against you while talking, lying across you if you're sitting down, head resting on top of yours type beat. (You get what I'm saying here.)
He's the best guy to go too if you need a pick me up. You're feeling down? Well he's not having it.
He definitely takes you on the coolest kind of dates. Not the traditional movie and dinner type stuff. Nah y'all are gonna go to some underground spot that had a hidden entrance and a passcode.
He's fairly neutral to PDA. Like he probably won't initiate it himself half of the time. But if you initiate it he'll definitely reciprocate it.
A/N: This reminds me I have to do more research on Jamaican culture for future works. If someone could help there that'd be nice. That's one down 2 more to go. I think I haven't looked at my inbox yet.
i’m back (at least i hope so lmao), anons that’ve requested i’ve not forgotten about yous n I’ve got shit on the stove COOKING. trust.
eventho it’s halloween season n not winter yet there’s an itch I need to scratch that only writing can soothe. got ideas I wanna get out so hopefully it’s not long till i’m uploading consistently again ‼️
