Hobie Brown With An S/O Who Into Kpop!

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.

Hobie Brown as a Lover Headcanons!

Hobie Brown as an lover would be an whirlwind, there's no denying it.

He could go from passionate and rough to slow and sensual the next moment. "Come on darlin' a little bit more, mmfh- good girl~" to "You like it rough, oh yes you do, such a good little slut f'me, aren't you?"

He is devoted to your pleasure, ensuring that no matter where or what is happening that you feel the best you can be. "You feeling good, sweetheart?...good, good."

This man lives for quickies, the thrill, the adrenaline rush from possibly being caught is just too good a temptation for him to resist. He would pull you into the back stage room of his band's hangout, and settles you on top of one of the folding tables they have lying about, and absolutely pounds you. If you complain about possibly breaking the table mid passionate moment, he would huff an laugh, "I'll buy the bloody thing if it breaks, who gives a shit?" He would shut you up with kisses the next moment, maybe even thrusting into you a bit faster to make your mouth a bit occupied with moaning his name.

He eats pussy like no ones business, he has had previous partners and he has learned plenty. He would first learn your preferences, what you prefer and what you love. He would let your hand reach down and grip onto his wicks, and he absolutely loves it when you get lost in the pleasure he's giving you and pulls on his wicks. "Ooh! Tug a bit harder, love.." he would encourage huskily against your wet folds, flicking his tongue just a bit faster to make your legs tremble under his enamored gaze, his hands firmly keeping your hips in place, often rubbing reassuring small circles into the flesh.

Hobie has an high sex drive, often times it will result in morning sex more often than not, he would roll over and tug you gently into his arms, pressing his hard length in his boxers against your thigh or against your backside, grinding slightly. His hands would trail up and down your sides as he whispers sweet nothing's into your ear. "Please, baby? I'll make you feel so good, promise..." He would whisper, and within the next moment he's in between your legs, rolling his length into you almost lazily. "Such a greedy cunt, hm?" He would tease softly, nuzzling his nose into your neck as he fucks you slow.

Love bites, he absolutely loves them. Loves to receive them and give them, if you bruise easily he would be tickled pink at the sight of your neck obliterated with bites and hickeys, if you would get a bit angry at him he would come up behind you in the mirror as you think about how to cover them up, Hobie would lean his head down on your shoulder, his eyes focused on the marks in the mirror on your neck, practically oozing pride and affection. "Hmm...s'not that bad, you wanna make me match?" He would cackle and dodge from your swatting hands.

His favorite positions would probably be with you on his lap or mating press, against any surface really. he just loves being able to see your face scrunched up in pleasure, especially if it were a situation where you had to stay quiet. His hand gripping onto your hip as he fucks into you, with one arm above your head to brace himself and fuck into you just a bit harder as you bite onto your lip to stay quiet. He would smirk, leaning close into your ear as he tugs your leg up higher onto his hip, angling himself to hit all the right spots he knows drive you crazy. "C'mon, lovey, you don't want them to hear, do you?" He would coo mockingly into your ear.

General Hobie Headcanons!

-He definitely carries a penny in his pockets just so he can use, "Penny for your thoughts?"

-Has the randomest shit in his pockets. Crumbled pieces of paper? Check. An half eaten bag of chips he was saving for later? Yep. Turning those tiny crumbled pieces of paper into balls to toss at Miguel when he isn't looking? You betcha.

-Snacks non stop yet gains nothing. He would be wandering around HQ bored as hell and eating his chips in one sitting, then eat a burger, then drink an soda in like ten minutes and still be hungry. He would stare into your soul while refilling his soda in a water cup down at the spider cafeteria.

-Hobie just has the warmest hands. He's a heater, so he gets warm very easily so him wearing crop tops and tanks should be expected frequently, I see this man just chilling in his boxers briefs at his place, absolutely miserable in the heat and only giving one word hums or grunts in response to anything he's asked.

-He has stabbed himself with his pins on more than one occasion. He switches out his pins depending on the day, but he has some sentimental ones that he refuses to take off. "Ova' my dead body, more like."

-definitely has a weird sense of humor and talks to himself on the daily, although most of it might be late night delirium because he is for sure a night owl. "Is darkness just the lack of light or is light the lack of darkness?" A pause..then a whispered continuation. "Am I just darkness with the lack of light???" Proceeds to stare at his hands as if they personally wronged him.

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.

General Hobie Headcanons

Hobie Brown gives me insomniac vibes. He would walk around late at night with his headphones on but he would probably be listening to white girl music while making a cup of beef ramen. "Ca-la-fornia girls we're unforgettable, daisy dukes, bikinis on top-"

He has an resting bitch face that makes a lot of people avoid him on the street, coupled with the fact he's tall as hell but if he comes across a stray animal? He's instantly crouching down and offering a hand to the animal with soft cooing noises, making a nickname for the animal upon the spot. "You look like a Charles to me.."

I don't care if he is spiderman, he seems like he runs into things constantly, not because he's necessarily clumsy but he's lanky and tall. If you ask him where he got the bruises, he would hum and shrug his shoulders. "Think I slept fought my toaster." Just give you a ridiculous excuse everytime.

Hobie loves beanies, problem is, the fabric has to be stretchy enough to fit his bunches of hair which some beanies are absolutely hard to find made with such fabric so he gathers (steals) the perfect fabric (He stood in the aisle for a good ten minutes before picking his favorite color of the fabric) and makes his own beanies as a result, adding his own personal touches of stitching, patterns and pins. "Big brands could never." He would scoff looking proudly in the mirror.

This man doesn't do matching socks, I don't care what you say. "Our downfall as a society started with matching socks." He would nod and say.

Hobie Brown Boyfriend Headcanons

This man, respectfully, would be an asshole. He's the type to kick the back of your knees when you're walking in front of him, and say. "Oops, my foot slipped." With a shit eating grin on his face.

But he's also a sweetheart, the type to patch up your bag if it got snagged on something or ripped a hole into it, even adding some cool patterned fabric to make it "pop".

Hobie gives me acts of service and physical touch love languages, always needing some form of his body touching you, be it an arm slung over your shoulder as you walk, his feet in between yours underneath the table while you eat across from one another.

This man, is not possessive but is protective, HUGE difference, he doesn't care if he sees you partying on the other side of the club, he would actually encourage you to let loose, but the minute someone makes you uncomfortable? He's glaring at them, whisking you away but not before "accidentally" shoulder checking the person as he walks past, and pickpocketing their keys, throwing them outside the first chance he gets.

Hobie, would be absolutely dreadful to wake up in the mornings, snuggling you close to his form and refusing to let go. "Love, schedules are propaganda, don't encourage it." He would murmur, half asleep still.

If you were sick, lord help you. This man would either baby you, or "help" (force) you to sweat it out. "Baby, jus let it happen, you want to feel better don't you?" He would say, wrapping you in blankets upon blankets yet still placing a cool rag to your forehead, monitoring your temperature constantly and chastising you if you tried to leave the bed, (escape).

Hobie would absolutely help you in dying your hair, having experienced more than enough of dying his own and previous mate's hair. He would put on a punk rock playlist on in the background as he helps parting your hair, nodding his head along with the music and murmuring/full on singing the lyrics, even encouraging you to join him. "C'mon, sing wit' me, you know you want to."

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.

Part two of Plus size partner with Hobie? :3

Hobie Brown with plus sized S/O part II!

-Hobie, ever the doting yet cautious partner wouldn't straight out say he wants you to wear his clothes, BUT he would probably leave them around your place so frequently that you'd end up wearing a few of his clothing items, be it a hoodie or shirt and when he notices you're wearing it, this man is beaming for hours. "I think ah fell in love all ova' again."

-Hobie proudly has an arm around you whenever you're out somewhere, be it an arm just hung around your shoulders or an small grip on your waist. He's just content with the small contact between you both, but if you try to push him off saying that it's indecent to show such public affection in public, he would scoff playfully. "And? You're my darling, indecent exposure my arse."

-If you got some new clothing items from a local shop or something, Hobie would want you to show him all the new items you got, he would insist that his darling give him a fashion show, even teaching you a runway model walk from his brief time as one and when you come out after changing he's clapping and shouting praises as if he's at an actual show while sitting on the couch. "There's my dove!" "Oh my days, look at them go!"

Across the Spiderverse Characters as dances

-Hobie would be the moonwalk, he's effortless and smooth with it too, sometimes he'll do it out of pure boredom.

-Miles would be the worm, it's like the most basic dance he knows and when asked to dance, all other dances go out of his head. (Uncle Aaron one thousand percent taught him it to "get the ladies")

-Gwen would probably be the sprinkler, her motions are kinda awkward at first until she gets comfortable then her arm is just swinging with a huge smile on her face.

-Miguel would be the salsa, he just seems to know it down to a pat but he probably doesn't dance often so his motions might be a bit less fluid than what they used to be.

-Peter would insist that the dab was a dance, partly in effort to not get asked dance but upon insistence he would probably do the whip and nae nae, but add his own dance like "sling the web" into it.

-Mayday (I couldn't not add her) she's doing her own little mix of the dances with clumsy toddler limbs of course, but she would do the little toddler shuffle where she bounces up and down slightly, with a bright smile on her lips.

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.