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Hobie with a scene gf

n.o.t.e.s - HOBIE IS JUST SO UGHH, LIKE AHHHH.

w.a.r.n - fluff, maybe some nsfw mention, me jst being obsessed with Hobie.

p.a.i.ri.n.g - Hobie Brown x fem!reader

w.c. - 330

☆ You guys would look like the polar opposites of your bright style compared to this own punk style, and spikey look. I don't even think anyone knew you guys were a couple until you had to tell them.

☆ Like you would probably beg him to match with you. I imagine you both wearing a cheesy, bright neon shirt with a mustache. He would dig it though, even though he was being teased for it. He wouldn't care because you enjoy wearing it with him.

☆ You even made him another shirt in his style too, like imagine walking up to him and holding his new creative shirt at him, with a smile, and like he is just like a blushing mess.

☆ Imagine Hobie teaching you how to play the electric guitar, and after you get the hang of playing the guitar, you get a guitar similar to his and you decorate it with bright colors.

☆ Whenever you're in a different dimension or area you would buy Hobie more pin badges for him for his jacket, literally buying everything. Just surprised by the tiny to big-sized pins, even buying one that matches him.

☆ Hobie would always think making a song for you was cheesy, but he would still make one for you just serenading you.

☆ Imagine you and Hobie just making colorful boom bracelets, and you make some for him with skulls and little guitar charms. Like he would wear the bracelets 24hrs a day, literally never leaving him.

☆ I'm a firm believer that Hobie can sew, like imagine if you had like a backpack and you broke it, he would sew it back together with different pattern fabric, giving it a colorful design.

☆ Hobie helping you sew <3

☆ If you are addicted to drinking Monster, you would definitely surprise Hobie by you collecting Monster cans and turning them into different shapes.

☆ You guys would have matching snapbacks, no questions asked.

POV: SPIDERVERSE CHARACTERS DOING THE GRIMACE SHAKE TREND

n.o.t.e.s - I'm just really bored and thought of this.

w.a.r.n - crackfic, fluff, and reader being a menace.

p.a.i.ri.n.g - various!spider-verse characters x reader

w.c. - 346

Gwen Stacy

☆ She thought of the trend as funny and thought it was kinda creepy. She would definitely be interested in doing the trend with you.

☆ When you did the trend first, she thought it was creepy like you first did it as a prank, but she was really scared she lost you.

☆ I feel like you would both do the trend on miles to scare him.

Hobie Brown

☆ He would think of the trend as funny. Lowkey would be down to do with you.

☆ When he first saw you doing the trend, he thought it was weird.

☆ He would love to prank Pavitr with this trend.

Miles Morales

☆ Miles would be scared of this together; he probably hates the trend of how creepy it is.

☆ When he first saw you doing it, he was scared, like shaking that he had lost you, just like a picture of you running to him, just saying it's a prank, while you were literally covered in the purple milkshake.

☆ He would do the trend with you, but with expecting, he doesn't have to get covered with the milkshake.

Pavitr Prabhakar

☆ I feel bad for him like he would be petrified to see literally on the floor covered in the liquid.

☆ I feel just like what you did to Miles; you would just pause everything and run to him, just trying to comfort him, apologizing to him repeatedly.

☆ This poor bb, he would do the trend with you, but you gotta beg him.

Miguel O'hara

☆ He thinks of the trend as just plain weird, like, why would you make a video of you spasming on the floor for views.

☆ When he first saw you did the trend, he was horrified that you were literally passed out on the floor, convulsing on the floor. You would just say it was just a prank; he would likely be pissed off at you for doing it.

☆ No, he wouldn't do the trend with you; he is just too srs.

3 am

Hobie with the prompt: "it's three in the morning".

Warnings : none Infos : gn!reader

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Hobie was your... You and him you were... Okay, it wasn't quite defined yet, but you surely liked each other very much. Even if you didn't put a clear label on your relationship, he was yours and you were his.

You often go to his concerts, listening to his band while drinking cheap alcohol until the wee hours of the morning. Some other times, you two just stayed at yours or his place, cuddling while watching some film. An horror movie if it's his turn to choose. The rest of the time he'd gone god knows where, fighting capitalism, dismantling systems of oppression rebelling against injustices,...

Tonight it's one of those nights. You decided to spend the evening watching your favorite movie and then go to sleep early. Even if you liked being with Hobie very much, you truly had a lack of sleep because of it.

You were sleeping deeply when you heard someone come in your room. You jumped out of the bed to take the baseball bat hanging on your wall, scared and ready to kick the ass of the intruder.

"Hey, easy there. You don't wanna break my nose don't you ?"

Hobie was there, a grin on his face. He turned on the light of the room.

"Hobie ! I though that was an intruder!" You scowled at his while putting the bat away.

"You aren't happy to see me ?"

"Hobie. It's three in the morning."

"And? I missed you, love."

You tried to maintain an angry face, you really did. But when he puts his hands around your waist to draw you to him, you melted in his arms right away. You let him him kiss you softly, even if you did pout for the principle.

"I really need to sleep you know?"

"Yeah, I know love. I'm here now, let's go to sleep."

He then draws you to the bed, below your blanket. And it's in his protective embrace that you fell asleep again, having a better night now that he's with you.

Broken Promises

Summary: He loved you more then anything in this broken world, but did you feel the same for him?

Pairings: Hobie Brown x Toxic Fem Reader

Warnings: Drifting relationship, angst, cheating, love sick hobie, crying, lack of nourishment, heart break, slight obsession, unhealthy attachment, break up, mentions of sex

Hobie brown was your boyfriend, and he loved you. It was more then just love though, the feeling he felt wasn't able to be put into words. It was a pounding in his chest, a rush of adrenaline into his veins. A tapping of his feet, and a passionate, rapid, but soft and rushing feeling in his heart for you. It was a kind of passion that was above all others, higher then lust and love itself. It was something else, something he couldn't quite place at the moment. A feeling that felt like colors mixing and churning into one you've never seen before, a feeling you couldn't describe very well. You could call it love, or passion, but it would never truly grasp the full feeling or meaning of it.

But you didn't quite feel the same, though you did care for him. You just didn't love him, you wanted to be with him, to hold him in your arms but you felt that there was someone out there who was…better? You knew it sounded like such a horrible thing to say, so you never told him. Hoping you two would drift on your own, but that wasn't quite working out for you.

But he still loved and cherished every second he spent with you. He made sure of it, he didn't have much. He was alone in this world, but then you came into his life. You were the sun in the morning, giving him warmth and reminding him it was a new day. You were the moon at night, guiding him as he flew through the air, and reminding him to rest.

You were the light in his life, he made sure that you knew how important you were to him. Kissing you goodbye before he left every morning, cuddling you the second he got home and wrapping you into his strong arms. Kissing you down your neck softly as you giggled and smiled, telling you how much he missed you and was thinking about you the whole time.

It was a wonderful life for him, he had something to look forward to at the end of the day. Someone to remind him of how amazing he truly was and about how loved of a person he is. He loved you with every fiber of his being, every breathe he took was out of love for you. He stayed strong because of you, he was excited for another day because you were gonna be there.

He had fallen hard for you, plummeted down to the ground kind of hard. He had forgotten what it was like to come home alone and be without you. He never wanted to live that kind of life again, in fact he was scared. That was why fear filled him as he noticed the way you distanced yourself.

When he came home now, you weren't there. Out with your friends or working late to meet some stupid deadline you made up. But when you were home it was like talking to a machine, giving him the same 2 answers for every question.'How was your day love?' - fine: "Do you wanna cuddle?' - 'no' Did you do anything interesting today?' - "no"

You were right next to him, yet so so far. Where had his sweet girl gone? Lost in the chaos maybe, or did she slip away while he wasn't looking? Nonetheless it didn't feel the same, it felt like 2 puzzle pieces trying to fit together, but breaking in the process. Two magnets that lost their friction but stayed near, just in case they got it again. You'd been together for about a year now, yet it felt like he didn't know the girl he slept next to every night. Why was that?

Was it something he did? Had he forgotten something important? He wasn't one to forget anything about you, he remembered everything about his girl. Her favorite dress, the kind of noddles she liked, her favorite way to wear her hair, the names of every cousin she had, every single thing you told him he remembered. Because he didn't want to forget even the smallest things, because he knew they were important to you. He just wanted to make sure you felt loved and appreciated, he needed you to know just how much he loved you, and that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon without you by his side.

It had been a tiring day at work for him, new bruises and cuts making their way across his body as he came home. He was exhausted to say the least, sweat dripping down his face as he turned the key in the door knob and pushed into the house. His ears perked up at an unusual noise coming from the bedroom. He threw his bag on the couch and stalked over to the door. His ear pushed against it as his heart dropped, the sounds of soft moans and bed creaking was what he heard.

His world crashed down to the ground, breaking and cracking into smithereens. It felt like knives were being stabbed into his soft heart, hands clawing inside of him and ripping it out, just to throw it into the trash and call it a day. His legs were starting to feel limp as his shaky hand went to turn the bedroom knob. The door slowly pushing open as his eyes laid on a man over you, naked, clothes thrown to the sides of the bed. In the bed he owned, in his room, inside of his apartment. What the fuck were you doing?

He fought back the tears inside of him, staying strong as he glared at the both of you. A loud huff coming out of him as he looked at you with disgust. All the time he put into this relationship, all the love he thought you two shared. Gone in an instant. 'Get out now' he demanded, his voice was calm, with a danger behind it at the same time. He wasn't playing around when he pointed out the door as you got up, the man rushed out right away, leaving you two alone. Shame filled you as you quickly put your clothes back on, making sure not to make eye contact with him.

He watched you the whole time, trying to make his anger rise, but sadness and betrayal only filling him more as he watched the girl of his dreams walk out on him. He didn't want you to see him cry, he didn't want any of this to happen, he just wanted you. But he followed behind you nonetheless.as you walked out of his apartment. Shutting the door he locked it, no words being spoken as he looked down at the ground. Tears finally prickling at the sides of his eyes as he let out a low sob, hands making their way to his face. Tears began streaming down his cheeks, as sobs filled his empty apartment.

He didn't go on missions for about a month, cooped up in his tiny apartment letting his guitar collect dust. He ignored the pain he felt, all the love he showed you seemed like a distant memory now. But it only made it worse, his webs were getting lower, caused by his lack of eating or drinking.

He just sat at the table and looked through all the things you left with him, your phone charger, those pink gem covered forks you used at every meal splayed across the kitchen table as tears flooded his eyes. He didn't know why he kept looking at them, it just made him feel worse. But it reminded him of you, so he ate them with every one of the few meals he had. Hands gripping onto the speckled silverware as he trembled to put the food past his chapped

lips.

He hummed that song he wrote for you where ever he went, the words seeming like codes embroidered into his dna. His clothes were thrown to the side as he took his socks off and placed them in the hamper. He stepped into the shower finally, after weeks of laying in his bed and staring at the photos you two shared. He smelled horrid, the stench of tears and sweat stains engulfing him and making up his aura. He turned the shower to the hot setting, steam catching on the mirror and fogging it up. He reached next to him for shampoo, just to be met with the strawberry scented one you had left. That light pink colored bottle with strawberries printed under and around the label silky hair has never been better' in white modern font. He stopped in his tracks as he stared down at it, lips parting as they began to quiver. The water shot onto the side of his face as he stayed frozen, trying to make sure it was really the one he thought it was. Quickly he opened the bottle and inhaled the scent, a small smile dancing onto his lips. It smelled just like you, that heavenly scent you carried everywhere. The same smell he inhaled every morning when you woke up next to him. It warmed his heart, just another way to make it feel like you were still here.

So he kept it, using it on his own hair during every shower he took. He just couldn't get rid of you, you meant too much to him. He still had your perfume sprayed on his jacket, he kept it safe, scared the smell would drift off just like you did. It had a special place in his closet, all the way to the far right, next to his boot cut jeans. A place just for you, a place that wasn't going to be taken, a place that would stay for awhile longer, though it might've over stayed it's welcome he didn't mind, because it was for you.