If you are uncomfortable with character shipping in the MCYT space, that is fair. Nobody has to like shipping at any time ever (romance isn't for everyone!), and also while I think the characters are not the creators, I aknowledge that the line is blurry, and it can be too blurry for you!
But I do ask that you be honest with yourself that romance or sexual content between cubitios is not more invasive and terrible to "do to a real person" than trans headcanons, or whump, or cutesy family dynamic, or depicting them as bigoted or abusive, or gore. These are all things which would be weird to do show a real person media about themselves without knowing for sure they were okay with it, and this is why all of these things have been things we've seen various creators put down boundaries about not wanting to see that.
Which is why my stance is that we should be keeping all of that to the fandom, to ourselves, and keeping it away from the creators who share the characters' names. That should be for other fans, not for tagging the main fan art tag on twitter.
But don't confuse your personal discomfort with romance or sexual content or preference for platonic content with the idea that shipping is somehow more invasive and personal for every person on this planet than torture and mindbreak, or aging down a character into a child, or transing their gender for them, or writing them as an abusive parent, or 'posessive behaviour", just to pick a few things I've seen float by on twitter and gone "you have GOT to be kidding me" about.
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Smoke Session, Hobie Brown.
so this is my first lil snippet, (have mercy on a poor soul) and I lowkey have no idea what to do to make this as good as the stories I be reading, so imma wing it and hope it isn't ass.
contains: mentions of marijuana, a little kissing, Hobie being a bit of a bully, n-word usage, it's gonna be a poc reader cus that's what I am, please enjoyyy <3
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you laid on your stomach, your chin resting on your folded arms as you watched Hobie intently. he was sitting across from you on your bed, rolling up as Jhené Aiko played in the background.
"Bee?"
"yes?"
"I can smoke wit you this time?"
he raised a brow questioningly, glancing up from his work to eye you for a second. not answering, he brought the paper up to his lips to lick, ignoring your gaze which was heavy on his skin. he'd often roll up and smoke a blunt (sometimes two) when he'd come over, but you'd never smoked with him. lately, though, you became curious, and wanted to try it out.
"Hobie." he looked at you again, finishing up with the blunt in his fingers. "yea, love?"
"can I smoke wit you?"
"are you sure you want to?" you deadpanned, glaring at him with an incredulous look on your face. "you think I woulda asked a nigga for something if I didn't want it?" he smacked his teeth, fumbling in the sheets for the lighter he had taken out earlier.
"ight, now, low it. it was a question. have you even smoked before?"
you looked down, playing with a loose seam in your blanket.
"once. in my freshman year."
"oh my days-" you threw a pillow at him. "shut up!"
he laughed, deflecting the pillow with his forearm as he looked at you amusedly. "freshman year?" he laughed again, gripping the black tank top that covered his torso loosely, giving you brief flashes of his chest whenever he moved.
your cheeks grew hot as you rolled your eyes. "that's not that long ago. can I smoke wit you or nah?" his laughter quieted down to barely concealed chuckles.
"yeah, sure you can, pretty thing. c'mere." you sat up, and the both of you scooted closer to each other, ruffling the sheets and blankets before finally settling.
"I'll even let you have the first hit." he held the blunt to your lips, and you looked down at it apprehensively, a bit unsure of yourself. you took it from his fingers as he held the lighter up to the end of the blunt, setting it aflame for a small second.
"ight, j's take a deep breath in, hold it in for a bit, and let it out, pretty."
he watched you closely, eyes glued onto you as you let the smoke leak slowly out of your pretty and plump glossed lips. you hit it one more time before passing it back to him, and watching him take his hit.
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"y'know, school was really just a scam set up by the government to keep us trapped in this mindset-"
you groaned, interrupting Hobie, this being the millionth time you've heard this rant.
"whaaat? it was, and it still is-''
"okay, but you're ruining my first high in years. can't we just sit here and look at each other? be all romantic and shit?"
he smirked, letting out a low chuckle as he leaned back against the wall and held his arms out for you.
"c'mere. I can be romantic if you want. y'know I love looking at you, pretty thing."
with a roll of your eyes and a barely contained smirk, you crawled over to him and climbed into his lap, your legs straddled over his hips. he ran his hands down from your waist, to your ass, and down your thighs, his warm and lengthy fingers spread over your soft skin.
Hobie's eyes were low and red as he stared into yours, leaning his face into your hand on his cheek. the LEDs in your room were a low pink, almost, complimenting the atmosphere nicely, along with Masego playing quietly.
"goddam, love."
"what?"
he let out a quiet laugh, a deep one that came from his chest. he began running his thumbs along the back of your thighs before speaking.
"you're just so damn stunning, yeah?"
your face grew warm and you looked away, smiling slightly as he brought his hand up to your face and made you look at him. you both kept your eyes locked onto each others, and you felt hypnotized by the deep, rich brown of his irises.
"and I'm absolutely enamored with you."
you let out a long, slow breath, your eyes flicking down to his full lips, his eyes doing the same to you.
"Bee?"
"hmm?"
"I really fucking love you, man."
he chuckled at this, wrapping his long and lanky arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him.
"yeah? I really, really fucking love you too."
you placed both of your hands on the sides of his face, bringing his face closer as you kissed him, his lips soft against yours. he let out a quiet and contented groan as he slid down the wall, slumping against your pillows and blankets so you were right on top of him as you two made out. the pace was slow and lazy, but hella passionate and loving. you sat up, your hands on his chest for grounding as you smiled down at him a bit breathless.
he furrowed his brows in confusion as he looked up at you. "what'd you stop for?"
you giggled and tilted your head as you spoke. "I really love this so-"
you were cut off by the music stopping, and your speaker powering off.
"oh, you bitch!"
Hobie's loud laugh echoed off the walls in your room, and you crossed your arms and frowned at him.
'it's not funny."
"it's hella funny, love."
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