Hobie Brown With An Mute S/O!

Not today

(Warning: The following short story involves smut! Do not read if you feel uncomfortable with that topic!)

I begin to stir from my sleep at the sound of my alarm clock buzzing on the nightstand, moving to turn it off with a sluggish hand. But, I don't have the chance to since I feel Hobies arm slug over mine and his fist connects with it first.

I'm instantly awake at the feeling of small parts of the alarm clock pelting my face. "Babe!" I hiss, and Hobie merely hums and snuggles into my shoulder as if he didn't just smash the fifth alarm clock in a row.

"That was the fifth alarm clock." I deadpan.

"Yea? Thought it was the seventh..." Hobie murmurs into my shoulder, his eyes remaining closed as he attempts to go back to sleep. "I'll getcha 'nother one later."

I shuffle away from him, and lay on my side to glare at him much to Hobies distain as he scoots closer, trying to steal my body warmth underneath the covers.

"I can feel your glare, baby. Jus' go back to sleep wit me." The end of his voice turns into a slight whine as he opens his beautiful brown eyes to give me a small pout.

I continue to glare at him, before briefly rolling my eyes at him. "You're not winning this." I huff, "You can't keep breaking my alarm clocks." My glare moves towards Hobies hand that's creeping up my thigh.

"Course, love. I could make it up to you?" Hobie's sleep thick voice suggests, his eyes flickering down to rest where his hand is stroking the skin of my upper thigh, drifting very close to the leg opening of my loose pajama shorts.

My glare falters just for a moment at the touch of his hand but my stubborn streaks proves hardy as I keep up the glare, shaking my head. "You can't possibly make up for breaking that many alarm clocks." I quietly scoff, Hobie's eyebrows quirk up at that.

"You're sure?" Hobie says softly, scooting closer to me and with familiar ease, positions my leg over his sweatpants clothed hip, laying right beside me now and my eyes flutter briefly, but I shake my head. "Nope." Even going extra by popping the P on the word.

Hobie merely snickers, and nods in false agreement. "Such a brat." Hobie breathes before one hand moves up to my chin, tilting my head up and leaning his head down to my throat, pressing soft kisses and nibbles to the sensitive flesh.

"This isn't fair." I groan softly, but make no protest to move my chin from his gentle grip nor shuffle away from him and Hobie hums in agreement against my throat. "Life ain't fair, love." As he continues his kisses his other hand moves into the hem of my pajamas pants, slipping effectively past thin barriers, his fingers delving in between already slick folds yet not entering.

"Mmfh-" I bite my lip to not give in entirely to Hobie, not letting him hear how his kisses or touches affect me. Hobie chuckles at my attempt to quiet myself, leaning back to look at me, hair still wild from sleep and cheeks flushed as his finger expertly teases around my sensitive nub, yet never directly touching it.

"You're still sure I can't make it up to you?" He asks, tilting his head as a small cocky smile finds itself on his lips, and my eyes are practically glued onto his smile, wanting absolutely nothing more than to kiss them bruised and breathless.

"I can't, I have to go to a lecture-"

Hobie scoffs at my words,before nudging my leg open further with his own and flipping the position to hover above me with one arm above my head, fingers still teasing sensitive flesh. "Not today, you're not." He says, before leaning down and kissing me deeply, his tongue already swiping my bottom lip for access and at this moment, I've never agreed with Hobie more.

Not today.

can you make another hc of hobie as a brother?? mainly an older brother 🤗

of course!

Hobie Brown as an Older Brother headcanon!

-He is very affectionate, but in an almost annoying way, his love languages are acts of service and touch, for sure so you can expect to get squeezed into an hug whenever you're in reaching distance, but, if you're too tired, he might just help you into bed and untie your shoes for you. (Because he's a sweetie pie-)

-noggies, all day, everday. It doesn't matter if you just woke up, or if you're getting ready for the day, you're getting put into an headlock and noggied. "What? Am I not allowed to show my lil bro/sis that they're loved?" He would say, with an dopey grin on his face as he releases you.

-He knows his sibling very well, if you came home a bit upset that the test you studied for a week for came back as 'F' or something, Hobie, already knowing he looked over your work and knows that the grade is absolutely false and that you deserve a better mark, he would tug you along to the teachers house in the dead of night, to toilet paper and egg the hell out of their house as well as sending an personal note to the teacher to kindly recheck your work. Safe to say, your grade was fixed the next day.

-If you're shorter than him, he is always using you to lean on, not necessarily putting all of his body weight on you but definitely letting you know that he's beside you or using you as an armrest, he often comes up behind you and just places his head up on your own, looking down at what you're doing with mild interest.

-I feel like if it was just you and Hobie growing up, he used to do your hair all the time while growing up, so, if he sees someone else try to do your hair he's glowering at them and their work. "You're not doin' it right, move." He would huff, before coming behind you and undoing the person's braids/hair ties/ twists/etc in your hair and do the style you asked for much more efficiently himself, having done your hair many times when you were smaller. "See? I didn't forget how you like your hair." He would tease.

-Hobie is the type to wait until his younger siblings eats first, before digging into his own food, always ensuring that they have enough food for seconds if they'd like. He has a fast metabolism so he goes through lots of food but, his little sibling comes first even if they don't realize it.

A Right Fool Indeed

Hobie tries his damnedest to keep you content and loved, always ensuring that you have little trinkets from him and that you know that you're loved with written reminders placed around the flat, however he can't always keep his promises of attending date nights time and time again due to something going haywire in the spider society, so, naturally on the fourth attempt of date night with Hobie being an no show, you give him the dreaded silent treatment.

Hobie enters through your shared flat door, in well consideration of your "no dimensional warping or teleporting in the house" rule you've set in place after too many incidents of being crashed into or something breaking due to his fashionable arrival and exits. He is also well prepared to suck up for missing yet another date night, having stopped along your favorite park to gather some flowers, gripping them carefully in his right hand.

He rolls his shoulders, calling out to you that he's home as he shuts the door behind him. he slugs off his vest, placing it on the coat rack to the side of the entryway before making his way further inside, searching for you. "Babe? Are you home?" He calls out once more, looking around in mild confusion, you usually would inform him if you left the apartment before he came back from an mission.

He keeps looking around, his face growing more and more confused each time as he turns up empty handed. That is, until he reaches the bedroom, opening the door with a soft creek of the old wood, Hobie's eyes finally land upon you, laying on your belly as you read a book. He brightens, walking further to kneel in front of you on the bed.

"Hello my little trouble n strife, I was looking for you." He smiles, his handful of flowers coming up to offer them to you, right beside your book as he peers down at it. "Now, I know, I've missed another date night and I truly am sorry, honest." He rambles meaningfully, "I nicked you some flowers from McAllen Park, the one where the little daises and daffodils are, plucked some just as an peace offering-" He looks up, and pauses, you...you haven't even looked up at him, matter of fact, you haven't spoke his ear off as he expected when he came within your view.

Hobie gives a small nervous chuckle, bringing his hand to wave out in front of your face, trying to figure out if you're truly that invested in your book. You merely blink, your eyes moving to side to side as you read each word with almost chilling nonchalance. Hobie only stares at you, his confusion growing each second longer than you read, not greeting him or anything.

Slowly, realization sinks in as you continue to ignore him. 'fuuuuck me' he thinks in his head, he leans closer, and lets his head fall upon the covers of the mattress in front of your book, as well as the flowers and groans. "Sweetheaaaart, are you that angry with me?" His muffled voice murmurs through the fabric of the mattress. You, as stubborn as ever, remain silent and keep your focus on your book.

Hobie looks up from having buried his head in the mattress to gauge if you're looking at him, or, at the very least not reading anymore, he only pouts slightly as he realizes his sweet partner wouldn't be his sweet partner without being as equally if not more stubborn than him.

Hobie places his hands in a begging motion on top of the bed, looking up at you with the most pitiful expression he can manage. "I know, darlin' I have no right to expect your forgiveness, it isn't fair to you that I can't attend the dates we plan and it breaks my heart that I can't be on time, or there at all. I'm a right fool-" that seems to catch your attention, as you close your book with a small thump, finally looking up at him and nod, with a matter of fact look on your face.

Hobie pauses, before repeating the phrase that got your attention, "I'm a right fool?" He questions, and at that you merely nod and smile satisfied with his conclusion, sitting up on the bed and walking out of the room, taking your book with you but you don't acknowledge Hobie other than that. Hobie stands, turning around to watch you leave with a befuddled look on his handsome features.

"Well, I'll be damned." He breathes, realizing the pure amount of effort and time he will have to put into getting you to speak with him again, he smiles and shakes his head. "That's my love, stubborn as a damn mule." He murmurs before walking out behind you, already thinking of ideas to break your silence.

Hobie Brown Roommate headcanons

He's awake at the randomest of times, you'll walk out in the living room at two am and he's just sitting on the couch stitching up his vest, listening to his punk music quietly playing beside him.

Hes kinda an older brother in a way, checking up on you with a knock on your door, walking inside (with your permission of course) and touch the things that interest him, and he may or may not steal the occasional hoodie or sweatpants from you.

He would make extra portions of his food for you if you seem busy throughout the week, taking interest in what your preferences are and what you avoid.

Hes a relatively clean roommate, picking up around the house, doing chores but not without his music blasting, even trying to get you to dance with him. "C'mon, lovey! Feel the rhythm!" He would wiggle his eyebrows, trying to convince you.

If you have previous band experience, he would probably be a bit more comfortable with you, talking and rambling on the couch together about a new band he has been wanting to see and you guys would gush over your favorite bands together.

Hobie Doodle <3

Hobie Brown Quirks Headcanons

-Do not bend down in front of this man if you're either his partner or very close friends, he is smacking your ass, regardless of where you are, without shame. When you turn around to scold him, he has an carefree grin on his face, hands up in mock innocnce. "I 'ave not a Scooby Doo what you're talkin' bout."

-He will curse out inanimate objects. Stubs his toe on the way out of his place on a loose floorboard? He's cussing it out, he accidentally gets wacked in the head by a branch? he's flipping it off. His reasoning is, "I ain't about discrimination, everything can be cursed out."

-I don't necessarily see Hobie being a messy person, being punk doesn't equal having an messy lifestyle, however he will have his days where he wakes up, with an ungodly need to clean. he's tying his hair up, and has an armload of cleaning supplies, and just cleans top to bottom. I just see him having a blast cleaning with his favorite playlist in the background bumping, nodding his head along to the beat as he sweeps.

-Pins. Pins and stickers everywhere. His mirror has the edges covered in stickers, with a bit of spray paint edging the rim as well, the back of his door? Covered completely, stickers overlapping from different shows he might have been out to completely random ones. He for sure has multiple pins that's "Kindly Introduce the Rich to my Fist" related. He sees a bucket full of stickers at local businesses? He passes by a few times a week to scope out which ones he doesn't have.

Yandere Hobie Headcanons

-Hobie never was one for labels but upon meeting you, an new addition to spider society, he was instantly smitten. He couldn't help but gravitate towards you, seeking you out whenever he returned from missions, striking up conversation whenever possible, even if just for a moment. He denies the fluttering butterflies in his stomach each time he gets a glance at you or hears your name.

-Whenever Miguel would speak to you for mission details, he couldn't help but clench and unclench his hands in his vest, barely swallowing the lump in his throat, an uncomfortable pit rising in his stomach, one he hadn't felt in a long time. 'jealously', he recalls the name of the feeling, it's ridiculous isnt it? He's jealous over you, beautiful and intelligent you talking to such an unworthy asshole like Miguel, that just wouldn't do, would it?

-His jealousy grows tenfold when you start to make other friends in the spider society, he follows you around, glaring at anyone who even gives blinks in your direction, Hobie may or may not lead you places in effort to keep you away from others, his hand on your shoulder. "Aren't you starved after that mission, luv? I know the best burger joint ever-" it's all for the best if you stick with him, after all.

-Hobie has an irritated look on his face when you get an hug from Gwen, or an fist bump with Pavtir, but on the inside, he's absolutely enraged. He then decided to up the interceptions for other spiders to interact with you at all, and you just assume it's Hobie being friendly Hobie right? No harm done, he's just...checking on you 24/7.

-Hobie practically spirals out when you get hurt on a mission, be it an sprain or a bruise, he's absolutely worried out of his mind, self loathing thoughts screaming at him for letting this happen to you. He applies ointment, checks bandages, and offers pain medication at every turn, if he was protective before, oh boy is this man never leaving your side. When Hobie is assured you're safe and asleep in your respective dimension, he types in the coordinates to whatever dimension you had been send on for the mission, tracking down the person who had injured you with terrifying precision, and ensures that they die in a way that doesn't ring any alarm bells for Miguel and the other spiders, should they find out.

-Hobie would creep carefully inside your bedroom, having gained your trust and became quick friends, he would let his fingers trail over your clothing in your closet, relishing in how your room smells like you, if you were asleep in the room, he would just kneel beside your bed, his eyes taking in every feature of your face with the softest of looks, his fingers would twitch, wanting to risk a brief hand running through your hair but he would remind himself 'not yet, not yet'.

Hobie Brown things he does for his partner Headcanon!

-Hobie is all over spending time with his partner, so, he'll consider most things he does with you as dates or he'll take preparation in doing something romantic but Hobie style. Say you're walking to the shops and you're eyeing a pastry in passing by? You and him are making said pastry at home in bulk later that evening, you point out an empty wall in the distance that would look so cool if it matched the other graffiti around it? You'll awake the next morning to that area graffiti-ed with your and Hobies initials hidden among the spray paint.

-Cuddles. He's extra touchy with his friends you think his partner isn't going to get any of the love? Heck nah, he's all over them. He doesn't really care for "indecent exposure" it's just a few kisses and cuddles in public, HOWEVER, if someone is eyeing you up with ulterior motives that changes instantly, now, he says he doesn't get jealous and he knows you're your own person and that you guys are in a loyal relationship but the other person clearly doesn't get that if they keep looking at you like that so he responds by standing behind you with a hand on your hip, or having you sit in his lap facing him. "Ah-ah-ah, no looking away we're trying to prove a point, yeah?" He'd hum into your ear, while giving the person an very indiscreet flip off behind you.

-He would be an asshole but in a loving way, if you ask him to reach for something on a top shelf or something he would say "No." But he would reach for the item and give it to you anyways. Or say you're in bed together and you want Hobie to get out of bed to retrieve an item you deem too far away, he would groan but poke your sides until you add a "please my wonderful amazing boyfriend" and then he'll get up and retrieve said item.

-Hobie might tie your shoe laces when they're untied and he notices, but, there have been plenty of times where you just haven't tied them when you aren't around him (And you've just gotten so used to Hobie doing it, you often forget to do it yourself), which leads to you tripping and getting bruises and scrapes on your knees. Hobie, ever the observant one, would notice if you were rubbing at your knees throughout the day, tugging you to sit down and giving an expectant eyebrow raised look at you that just says, 'Show me, you idget' so you do and he would lean forward, inspecting the injuries areas with gentle hands but he would click his tongue, looking up at you. "How many times 'ave I told you to tie your bleedin chucks?" He would huff as he gathers ointment and bandages, bandaging your knees with feather like touch no matter what his tone is.

-Says he isn't a giant softy when it comes to you, but he is so the type to dance with you late at night in the kitchen, brushing your hair behind your ear and giving you the softest yet most passionate kisses.

Hobie Brown dating someone who dresses up Lolita? :3

Hobie Brown with a S/O who dresses up Lolita Headcanon!

-I feel like he would just love every outfit that you would put on, he's living for when he gets a text that you got a new outfit. "No way, fashion show when I get home??"

-If you possibly make your own accessories and dresses, he would keep an eye out for any fabrics you might like, he'll swing by the local fabric store weekly if he has the time. (He knows a guy who knows a guy who lets him take fabric free of charge)

-Hobie would probably really inspired from your clothes, adding the scrapped patches from your projects to his own clothes. "Don't I look pretty too, eh?"

-If you dressed in something Hobie really likes, have a fun time trying to keep this man off of you. "But darling, you look so adorable~" he would coo, rubbing his hands up and down your sides, looking at you with nothing less than absolutely affection.

Hobie Brown Turn Ons Headcanons!

Pulling him towards you, he's tall and he knows it, so when he gets pulled down to your height for a moment his mind genuinely goes blank, but if you pull him in by his choker? Have fun pulling him off of you.

Wearing an article of his clothing, he can't help but admire your figure, the curves and dips of how you make his shirt or jacket look. He also can't help but scoot closer, his hands drifting beneath the fabric as he stands behind you, his hands trailing higher and higher..."You look delectable, babe, mind if I have a taste?" He would ask, but he's already spinning you around and on his knees, spreading your legs.

Begging. Hobie loves to hear you beg, it doesn't matter if it already started in bed or if you're asking him sweetly to get you the cookies from utop an high shelf in the pantry, he's teasing you. "Say it again, and I might.." he would say with an small cheeky grin.

Play wrestling with his partner, yeah, sure, he does it with his friends but with his partner it's a whole different level of intimacy. Say you and him are play wrestling over the remote, and finally Hobie has got you pinned beneath him with your hands above your head with the remote gripped tightly in your hand, panting slightly. He would huff a bit, leaning in to kiss you keeping your hands above your head. "Fuck the remote-" let's just say it would escalate very quickly to you being beneath him panting for an entirely different reason.