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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."
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.
What about Hobie Brown with a Hispanic/Latino Partner? :0
Hobie Brown with an Hispanic/Latino S/O!
-If you come back from a family gathering, this man is instantly sitting down beside you wanting to know the juicest of gossip that's been going on, he'll run and grab a bag of chips before sitting back down beside you, eagerly listening to hear how Cousin Alejandro has been getting in trouble with all the ladies while Auntie Eliza is going on her forth husband or something. "No way! What happened next babe?" He asks while shoveling chips into his mouth.
-If you have unruly hair, and need help this man is already sitting you down between his legs and taming the beast of your hair, he's likely had similar experiences due to his own hair being quite thick so he'll always offer a helping hand to his lover. "Did you also sleep right the toaster...but lose?" He wouldn't be able to resist an smile at your unamused face.
-If you bring him along to family gatherings, I don't think he would really interact with the cousins, or siblings of yours around his age, he's mostly playing with the kids, running around playing hide n seek or something, he'd of course be cordial with the other family but kids are much simpler for him to interact with, and kids like him because he's built like a jungle gym. (lovingly, of course)
-I think he would attempt to speak your native or second language if you knew it, its something he'll try to improve on over time, you'll sometimes hear him mumbling about his streak and something about a stupid green bird, but, if you're in the other room you might hear Hobie speaking underneath his breath, "I think im saying this right??"
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!"
Hobie Brown with an insomniac S/O
-Hobie probably has some insomniac tendencies as well, so the both of you might stay up together until one falls asleep, covering whomever falls asleep first up with an blanket.
-Hobie would try to be the one to head to bed last if he can help it, making you a soothing tea or snack in attempts to relax you to bed before him OR he would blast his punk music and get to you to dance with him on the bed, trying to tire the both of you out completely in attempt for sleep. It's usually the second option.
-He would totally suggest an pillow fight, sometimes you'd be just watching something on the television late at night and, you'd have a second to react before a pillow would be thrown in your direction. "To the death!" Although it would mostly end with the both of you panting on the floor, having exhausted yourselves running about the apartment, dodging, ducking and smacking each other with pillows. "Worth it." Hobie would wheeze.
-If you're not feeling up to a snack or a midnight mosh pit in your room, Hobie is more than content to just hold you in his arms, while one hand is either rubbing up and down your back or fiddling with your hair murmuring softly about his day, and when you finally fall asleep to his voice, he would just admire for a few moments, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and whispering tired reassurance for your dreams. "S'all right there, Sweet pea."
Hey I love your headcannons!
I was wondering if you can write some HCS of Hobie Brown dating a plus size partner? :3
Thanks!
Thank you so much! I'd be happy to!
Hobie Brown with a plus sized S/O
-Hobie will always have a hand on you, just generally cuddling you close, his love language is touch so this man quite literally is never more than a few feet from you.
-He uses your lap as his pillow very frequently, often times if you're sitting down on the couch it's about five minutes until Hobies head has made itself comfortable there, looking up at you with a cheeky grin. "Wha, im comfortable, aren't you comfortable?"
-Hobie is very big on showing his affection, so he'll often times come up behind you while you're making dinner or something, nuzzle his head into yours slightly and gently stroke the skin of your hip, asking what you're doing although it's very obvious what that is, he just likes to hear you talk.
-If anyone gives you a look, this man is on them before you even glance at them. He's smiling at them over your head (If you're shorter) or leaning behind you, (If you're taller) but the smile doesn't reach his eyes, and that smile is very dangerous. An almost, 'i fuckin dare you' smile.
-If you're ever feeling insecure about yourself, Hobie just knows, even if you don't tell him anything. He'll do extra things for you that day, maybe more kisses or cuddles than usual, dropping some reminders of how you and him first got together, emphasizing how amazing you look. "You remember when we met? All I'm saying is, I'm one lucky bloke." He would say, brushing your hair back with a adoring smile.
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 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 Brown <3
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.
Sickly Sweet
Like Clockwork, every year in the spring I get sick. Be it the flu, extreme irritable allergies that won't go away or just a stubborn cough. It happens.
I groan, trying to shuffle some of the blankets that are cocooning and holding me hostage in my boyfriend's bed off of me, searching for a moment of rest from being so hot.
"What do you think you're doin'?" Comes from the doorway, and I practically deflate at the sound of that cocky voice I love so much.
"Babe, I need a minute without these blankets suffocating me." I quietly hiss, glaring at Hobie.
Hobie only walks closer, stopping right by my side to take the damp rag from my forehead and placing a fresh and cold one in its place.
I can't help but tense up at the sudden coldness of it but it becomes very welcomed after I get used to the feeling.
"Is this really necessary..?" I huff, but Hobie merely gives me an raised eyebrow look, and I roll my eyes.
"Open up, Lovey." He says, grabbing the thermometer from the crate-makeshift side table. I only glare at Hobie, eyes narrowed in refusal and pure stubbornness. "No."
"No?" Hobie repeats, an amused smile rising to his lips, shiny piercing at the corner of his lips catching in the dim light of the bedroom lamp.
"No, this is childish and I don't want to-" I'm interuptted by Hobie swiftly catching my jaw in one hand, placing the thermometer gently into my mouth and under my tongue, shutting my mouth around the thin piece of metal.
"Hush and let me take care of my darling, alright?" He murmurs, eyeing the thermometer and me with his own stubborn yet loving look.
All I can do is sigh and nod, letting Hobie keep me trapped underneath piles of blankets, fetching me cool rags to place on my forehead and hope I don't sweat to death.