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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 with an asthmatic S/O

This man is stressed, he knows you can take care of yourself but seeing you have an asthma attack first hand has made him a bit of a mother hen at times, even though he tries not to be.

Bundles you extra warm and tight in the winter, and makes sure you have your inhaler always accessible when it's summer or spring.

He knows you have pockets but, just as a small gift he makes a small pouch for your inhaler, adding some stickers to remember him by on it.

When he spars with you, he would check in if he hears you get a bit wheezy. "You feelin' alright, love?" "Yes, babe, just like ten minutes ago." "Jus checking on my trouble n strife is all."

If you have any specific allergies or anything makes your asthma act up, he's removing the source instantly if he can help it. An plant? Gone. An furry animal in shedding season? He's luring the it away with a treat and pets, hurriedly washing his hands before returning to you.

If you forget about your inhaler at times, you're getting major attitude. "You got your inhaler, lovey?" "Yes, babe." "...you're sure." An pause..."yes..." "Then why am I looking at it on the bedside table." Another long silence. "I dunno."

Hobie gives amazing hugs! It’s a fact

Not only is it fact, it's commonly known that this mans hugs are top tier. He gives me a good squeeze kinda guy vibes, not an tight hug nor a loose one but he's incredibly warm when he does give hugs so you never wanna let go (Not like I'd want to in the first but yk-)

Hobie Brown Boyfriend Headcanons Part II

Hobie Brown would tie your shoe laces almost instantly if he notices they aren't tied, doesn't matter what you or he's doing at the time, he's kneeling down in front of you and swiftly double knotting the laces. "Trying to fall for me all over again, eh?" He would tease.

Hobie would sleep with an arm tucked around your waist, in a loose grip with your head tucked into the crook of his neck, depending on how hard his missions went is how hard he would be to wake up, also he absolutely sleep talks. "Tha damn pigeons are everywhere-"

Pet names are an given. We know he calls Gwen, Gwendy and Miles, Peter Pan and( I absolutely Headcanons he gives every spider person a nickname even if they like it or not) so calling his partner nicknames would be often, "Darling, Sweetheart, Sweet Pea, Babe"

If you were around the same size as him, or if you liked oversized clothing, he's snatching it without a doubt, bonus points if it's a band shirt. If you were to complain, he'd just throw one of his own shirts at you. "There, now we're even."

He would leave little scraps of paper around place, often times with a small heart along with his initials just for you to find. But, he would make some if not most of them difficult to find and or reach, just as a challenge.

If you wanted your hair up, or wanted it a certain style, Hobie would do his best to help, saying, "I have plenty of experience with hair in the band business, babe." But, depending on the hair style it may turn out really good or not good at all but Hobie would stand beside you and tell you that you look great anyway.

Sickly Sweet Part II

I shuffle about in the kitchen, buttering two pieces of toast onto a plate before walking over towards the stove, stirring the pot of soup with the spoon sticking out of it. The atmosphere is almost peaceful if it weren't for the sound of a ball bouncing off of a wall coming from the bedroom down the hall.

Tap...tap...tap.

Then silence.

"Baaaaaabe?" Hobies stuffy voice rings out from the open bedroom door, and I can't help the small tinge of frustration in my tone.

"Yes, Hobie?" I call back over my shoulder, opening up a cupboard above the stove to grab a tray as well as a bowl for the soup.

Another beat of silence passes.

"That ain't right...you callin' me by my government name jus cause you're upset with me." He whines.

At that, I can't help but roll my eyes.

"Well, sweetheart if you weren't kissing all up on me when I was sick we wouldn't be in this position." I throw over my shoulder, before facing the soup once more, filling it up to the brim with homemade chicken soupy goodness, placing it on the tray next to the two slices of toast on the small plate.

Another beat of silence before a sneeze rings out from the bedroom, an small irritated groan following afterwards. I begin to walk towards the bedroom, tray in hand and once I enter the doorway I'm greeted with the sight of Hobie, burrowed underneath at least four blankets with a cold compress on his head looking absolutely miserable.

"I ain't pleading the fifth..." He murmurs, looking at me with tired puppy dog eyes, the lack of eyeliner apparent due to him feeling too sick to put any on himself but his natural eye bags are as present as ever. I give an amused huff as I walk closer, setting the tray of hearty food on the makeshift-crate before sitting beside him.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, removing the cold compress on his forehead and replacing it with the back of my hand, checking his temperature. 'still hot' I think to myself.

"Miserable, I think this may be it for me." Hobie grunts, but leans into my hand regardless of how gross he feels right now.

"I'd like to write my last will and testament." He groans. "You'll get everything of course, lovey, but Pav gets my record player, he's been eyeing it for months I swear it-" I interrupt Hobie's tangent with a gentle shove to the forehead, making him lay down on the pillows.

"You're not dying, my god. Are you always this insufferable?" I question although I already know the answer, and letting out a small laugh, I had the same thing not even a week ago and I wasn't nearly as bad as Hobie.

Hobie merely sniffles, and nods. "You love that about me." He comments, familiar cocky smile shining on his lips.

I merely sigh and nod, "Yes, I do love that about you." Unable to stop the small smile of fondness in my face, my hands move and gather the tray of food from the side table, and place it on his lap.

"C'mon, eat and get your strength up." I gently urge, and Hobie sits back up, eyeing the food before taking one of the toasts from the plate and dipping it into the bowl of soup before tearing a bite out of it. He hums in quiet delight at the taste before swallowing.

"Thank you, Sweet pea. Mean it." He says, tired eyes squinting up as he smiles at me, before snuggling himself further into the pillows behind him.

"I don't suppose your bedside manner includes kisses and cuddles?" He suggests with a cheesy smile and eyebrow wiggle, taking another bite of the soup damp toast.

I let out a laugh, shaking my head. "Not happening." I say to which Hobie nods, shrugging his shoulders. "Was worth a shot." He smiles anyway.

It's the small things.

Being invited into a multidimensional spider society to protect the welfare of many universes isn't quite how I expected my past few months to go.

But, I'm not complaining. Until now that is.

I'm currently walking around HQ on one of the many platforms dodging busy spider people of all types, having finished my idle task work of patrolling my own dimension as well as a few others has left me rather bored.

I give a small almost inaudible groan as I keep walking, glaring down briefly at the boot on my left foot, the main reason and to my irritation, cause for my lack of blood rushing and interesting assignments being assigned by Miguel.

'You crush your foot one time and suddenly, you're at the bottom of the interesting assignments food chain' I think, grumbling to myself.

Thankfully, some of the other spiders have been able to cheer me up at times that they aren't on their own missions, Gwen often coming by to offer a listening ear, while Pavitr often distracts me from my feelings with snacks he thinks I may like and Hobie...well, Hobie has been asking some odd questions.

I'm too busy in my grumbling to notice Hobie pushing himself off of the nearby bench upon spotting me coming into his view, until he's walking right alongside me, slowing his usual quick paced steps to compensate for my boot-amplified limp.

"You still narky then?" Hobie hums beside me, watching me out of the corner of his eye as he keeps slow pace beside me.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes, and give a small nod at his question.

"Yes, Hobie, I am still 'Narky'." I murmur, having grown accustomed to Hobies slang, but being asked if I'm grumpy does little to improve my mood.

Hobie gives a slight nod, before the air turns to silence.

That is until Hobie, as usual, breaks it.

"What's your favorite color again?" Hobie asks, looking forward as he keeps walking but there's an undeniable hint of interest in his tone, as if searching for confirmation.

My eyebrows furrow for a moment at the sudden question, at first, Hobie had asked me if I had any certain allergies a few days ago, which I suppose could be related to my boot but not necessarily but now...this was off topic entirely, yet purely conversational.

I give a small shrug of my shoulders, "I dunno, I like purples and blues." I say, eyeing Hobie out of the corner of my eye, a bit confused to where this conversation is going.

Hobie, surprisingly perks up at that answer, his normally lidded eyes sparkling and I can't help my heart flutter at the sight, especially when his lips quirk up into an slightly proud smile.

"knew it..." Hobie murmurs underneath his breath, digging into his vest pocket as he steps in front of me, walking backwards and facing me, evading walking spider people with ease.

It takes a brief moment of Hobie rummaging into his pocket of his vest, before dangling a shiny, beaded and clearly homemade, Hobie-flared bracelet.

My eyes widen as I reach my hand out to accept it gently taking it into my hand, examining the beads and shiny silver thread that holds it all together. Its...all of the things i'd told Hobie about, or things he had likely picked up along the way of knowing me.

Theres purple and blue shades of beads, interlocked with small silver beads in between each in a intertwined pattern, and the smile just widens on my lips at the thoughtful gesture.

"Took a bit to find all the rights gems n' such." Hobie says. "D'ya like it?" He asks, placing his hands back into his vest pockets as he watches my reaction with a curious face.

I instantly nod, placing the bracelet on my wrist and to my surprise it fits perfectly, but I only smile wider. "Hobie, this is so sweet of you." I praise, looking back up at him.

One of Hobies hand moves out of his vest pocket to wave, 'a get out of here' gesture but the pleased smile on his lips does little to hide how he truly feels about the praise.

Hobie moves back swiftly to my side instead of walking backwards in front of me, nudging my shoulder softly with his elbow.

"Still narky?" He teases, and I can't help but laugh a bit at that, shaking my head as I look down at the bracelet, the beads making a soft clack with each step I take.

"Nah, not anymore." I reply.

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.

How ATSV Characters react to an shy S/O

-Miles is awkward but he tries his best. He doesn't want to overwhelm you and takes things at a slow pace. He will be the one to slowly initiate small touches and contact, his hand lightly brushing over your own as you walk together or a extremely light feather kiss to the top of your head when you get walked home by him. He's patient, if not a bit shy himself.

-Gwen is an overthinker. She thinks too much about holding your hand too long, if maybe offering to watch an movie with you and cuddle is too soon for the relationship so she requires some reassurance now and then. She wants to show you she cares but she's unsure how without flustering the both of you in a way that doesn't seem like teasing. For now, hand holding and light kisses on the cheek will have to do. Not that she minds.

-Hobie. This guy is so confident in himself it's nearly painful. He loves to fluster you by leaning down beside you when you don't notice him, and whispering into your ear and calling you a sweet pet name or pulling you closer when you're sat beside him in a distance he deems that you're too far away from him. He wouldn't take getting an reaction out of you too far but, he does love to test what might make you tick at him. But let's be honest, he would love to piss you off and see you take the reigns.

-Pav is an awkward mix of confident and overly worried. It's funny how he tries to lean his arm over your shoulder all nonchalant while you coincidentally watch an romance movie on the television but he would whisper into your ear "Is this okay?" "It's not too much right?" "Okay, just let me know if you want me to move my arm." "...you're sure you're comfortable with this?" He likes to check that he isn't making you uncomfortable. Making a bit too much but that doesn't hurt right?

-Miguel just feels bad, most of the time. I mean, you have a right to be flustered and shy around him, look at him for Christ's sake. He's aware he's intimidating, and has accidentally managed to scare his S/O on one more than one occasion so he just tries to make up for it with tiny trinkets he made in his very rare freetime. He will try his best to speak soft and sweet to his partner, ensuring that they are comfortable before initiating anything, the most he will start to do is pressing an kiss to the back of your hand. He'll be patient for you.

I really love your blog! I love reading your headcannons. :3

What about Hobie Brown dating someone who’s into Kpop? :0

(So sorry! I haven't checked my messages in a minute, thank you for the request!)

Hobie Brown with an S/O who into Kpop!

-He will listen to you rant about your new favorite song with ease, nodding along with interest knowing full well he has felt that rush of finding a new favorite, even if he may or may not be into the genre himself, he'll listen entirely content and patiently.

-If you have a favorite of a certain band, he will tease you softly everytime they show up on the television or your social media. "Oi, luv. Look, it's your girlfriend/boyfriend~" he would tease, not bothered by the fact you might have an interest in a certain person of a group.

-If you tried to get him into some of your favorite groups music, he might give it a few listens, complimenting what he likes, but, ultimately his heart probably belongs to punk rock, but...if you see him nodding his head along to your favorite bands new song, he'll avidly deny it. "Pshh, nahhh, you're imaginin' things."

-He won't be bothered if he comes back to you rewatching some movies or other series that involves your favorite group, merely cozying himself up beside you, grabbing an handful of popcorn. "Is this the one where he cheats on her? He looks punchable.."

oh geez umm no anon option SCREAMS

BUT

i read ab the hispanic s/o hcs and i absolutely ADORED it :D

sadly im not hispanic

but thats why im here

what ab hobie with an asian s/o ?

(u dont needa do this ask if you dont want to, i was just wondering :D)

(Thank you so much! I try to fulfil requests when I'm able to but please keep sending ideas guys, they're amazing!)

Hobie Brown with an Asian S/O!

-When you're cooking in the kitchen, he can't help but want to be apart of the process, volunteering for cutting veggies or asking questions for what each sauce does for each dish, and of course he's going to be your taste tester! "Oh. My. Days. This is delicious, can you make more???"

-He's intrigued in your traditional clothes if you have any, maybe even getting inspiration for a few of his tinkerings with the patterns from your clothes in mind, adding the patterns to his devices with his own punk flare. He would often make little jewelry pieces for you as well, noticing what you prefer, be it earrings, bracelets, necklaces or rings, he's taking note of what you like to wear and what you don't for future gifts!

-When you get to cleaning the apartment, he's cleaning right beside you as you both talk and laugh about how your days went, and when you're both finally finished, Hobie suggests that you guys make dinner together, trying eagerly to learn your delicious family recipes. "I'm not saying that I eat this everyday if I could but.... actually yes that's what I'm saying."