Summary: Hobie Brown has earned a reputation as one of the toughest punks around. As his new girlfriend you dont dare mess with it.
Notes: alt reader but make it pink and pastels, fem! Reader (she/her pronouns), hurt/comfort, reader has an anxiety/ panick attack, Hobie is a little clueless, new relationship, I'm neurodivergent and this is from my experiences in these settings, so can be read as an autistic reader, flip side to that, I've never actually experienced night life so it might be inaccurate,
Might still edit this lol
You tried to make yourself small in the corner of the dark and musty room. It felt as if that somehow made you stand out more. Which… It probably did… You were the only pastel soft looking thing in a sea of edgy spikes and leather, despite your attempt to tone yourself down. You were honored that Hobie had invited you to watch him play following your newly formed relationship. Last weekend, Hobie had dissipated all your insecurities with his soft kisses and raw words, but they were back full force this night.
It was obvious how respected Hobie was in his community from watching the crowd. It was overwhelming, but made sense all the same. Hobie had this amazing talent of accepting people wholeheartedly and, more importantly, knowing WHO to accept. He wouldn’t even want to give you a second of his time if you were any kind of fascist or creep. He made a great judge of character. He did his own thing, denying the leadership or icon role that would be forced upon him, but giving people hope nonetheless.
His music was…. A choice, but it set the people in the venue ablaze. You mostly loved watching him on his guitar, sweat dripping down from his arms and forehead, filling your cheeks and stomach with warmth. His voice grounded you in familiarity, a bright spot engulfed with the crowd of some scary looking people. You were sure they weren’t trying to intimidate you, Hobie had proved to you to not go by that stereotype, but their outfits were often as loud as their personalities. You weren’t much for the binge drinking that was going on and you had tiptoed away from a table of people that looked to be under the influence of something stronger. Other than that not a lot of people had bothered you.
You had come with Valerie, a female acquaintance of Hobie whom he had trusted to look after you. You could see her in the crowd keeping an eye on you, despite having urged her to pay you no mind and to go have fun. She came back to where you were any time some guy did approach you.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” They’d ask, before being shooed away by Valerie…
Oh god.
You were being a total killjoy to these people, weren’t you? It was too embarrassing. If people found out you were here for Hobie, they’d laugh you out of the building.
At that point, Hobie’s set ended. He was brilliant, pure adrenaline radiating off of him. He jumped off the banged up stage, being celebrated and hit on the back by the crowd as he made his way through. His eyes were searching for something, for you. When your eyes met, his lit up, while your gaze plummeted down, feet cemented to the ground.
You felt his large hand on your bicep and you flinched. “Ey, what’s wrong?” He said.
Shit. You didn’t mean to make him upset.
“You not feeling good?”
You shook your head. “You didn’t drink anything suspicious, did you?”
“She didn’t drink anything all night,” came the voice of Valerie. All of a sudden you were aware of all the worried eyes directed your way. You stood out way too much.
“Oh,” He sounded disappointed, it made your stomach turn. “Did you not have fun, darling?”
That was when the full on panic set in. You didn’t want his friends to know you were dating- what would happen to Hobie if they did?
“No, it was okay.” You said in a quick, high pitched voice, big tears beginning to fall down your face without warning. “Please let me go.” You tried to break free from his touch and run away, but he caught you quickly and walked you out of the event room, through the hallways towards one of the exits. You didn’t dare struggle, but couldn’t help squirming under his gentle grip as people stared and whispered. Valerie followed you two. It was a pleasant and unusually quiet night as you stepped out onto the curb
Once you stopped walking the tears flowed freely from your face and you did nothing but hiccup out apologies. Hobie’s warm eyes watched you full with worry. “Sorry, ‘m sorry. I’ll let you go if you want, I just can’t let you leave like this, okay?” He gently rubbed your right arm, leaving you space, but you subconsciously melted into him regardless, which seemed to reassure him just as much as it reassured you.
“Hobie you idiot,” Valerie said. She was leaning against the poster covered event door to make sure nobody would follow you through that exit. “Are you okay, (y/n)?” You nodded with a sob, another apology leaving your mouth.
“What the hell happened?” Hobie asked. “Did some bloke put his hands on you?”
“No,” you croaked. “No, Val kept an eye on me.”
“You shouldn’t have brought her here in the first place, you dumb git,” Val interjected. “This obviously wasn’t her scene.”
“No- that’s not it either, I, ehm,” your eyes darted from the ground to Valerie, feeling self conscious. She dramatically sighed.
“Fine. I get it, I’ll be inside if you need me.” She put her hand on the handle before pointing at you. “But I want to see you before you leave, okay? You were my responsibility tonight and I’m not letting you leave like such a mess.” You nodded, your whole face feeling hot. “And I’m still mad at you,” she said to Hobie before diving back into the building.
When the door shut, you separated from Hobie as he petted your head, moving his thumb down to your cheek, stroking it in an attempt to dry your tears. You closed your eyes and frowned.
“God, I’m so sorry, Hobie..”
Hobie shook his head. “Shit, I’m the one who should be sorry. I was too daft to notice this wasn’t your thing.”
“No!” You took his hand and squeezed it, looking into his deep brown eyes to convey your sincerity. “That’s not it. I loved watching you, you were .. SO breathtaking. I’m so thankful you wanted me here in the first place, seriously… I’m the one who’s problem, really,”
“What are you on about?”
“I- I can’t put your name to shame like this. I’m not- punk, I’m not cool- I totally humiliated you just now, I mean with your reputation-”
He let go of your hands and shook his hands in a dismissive motion. “Woah, woah, stop right there.” He let out a nervous airy laugh. You picked at your nails as he searched for words. “...I could NOT be arsed about something like that, alright?”
“But, people respect you and-”
“Nah-ah, no buts,” He caged you between himself and the wall “If my mates respect me less for who I love, then they’re not worth shit to me- get that through your thick skull,”
You could only sniff in response, still feeling bad about the whole ordeal. You were surprised when Hobie pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and held it there.
“’m sorry I didn’t check with you more if you were cool with being here,” He whispered into your hair. “I was just so excited to have you be watching me… I’ll do better next,”
You laughed. “I’ll do better too. Promise… and It was exciting for me too,” you could feel him grin against your head.
“Well, that sure is convenient for the both of us, innit?” He let you go and you felt your anxiety lifting. “Next time, if you still want to go to a show, let's go to one together, yeah? I won’t leave you on your own.”
You nodded. “And next time I’ll disguise myself and tell people that was your crazy ex.”
Hobie snorted. “Just tell em you were pissed and no one will care. C’mon, let's get Vals permission to leave and then I’ll keep you company tonight, yeah?”
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Wait how did this turn into an hurt comfort fic? This was supposed to be a fluffy little drabble lol… I’m semi proud of this one ngl,, writing Hobie’s dialogue is HARD AS BALLS though. I tend to write very formal sounding dialogue, so a character like Hobie is difficult for me, even if he weren’t British. Plus I only know like,, old people British slang lmao. Like sure, I can google and stuff, but for example when you google slang for “happy” the word “chuffed” will come up. Like, Brits correct me if I’m wrong, but this mfer would NOT say “chuffed”?? like that sounds so old to me? (Istg if he says it in ATSV or BTSV I’m going to be so mad lol)
On that note- long shot- if someone who’s British would like to go over my dialogue sections and leave some suggestions, I would greatly appreciate it. Message me if you’re interested. Don’t feel pressured though, I love you guys all the same.
I did read this through multiple times, but not as thorough as I sometimes do. Let me know if there are any mistakes.
Jason Todd.Also Megumi Fushiguro.Also Percy Jackson but by P*rcicos and gods fuckers specifically.Also Todoroki Shouto.Also Sasuke Uchiha.Also Ichigo Kurosaki.Also Hobie Brown.Also Marshall Lee Abadeer.Also Prince Zuko.Also Nicholas D. Wolfwood-Y'know you guys get it
(Oh woah,almost 400 notes and like almost 100 at least don't realize i'm insulting you and calling you basic pick mes.Well,thanks for liking and subscribing anyway ig)
(Hobie jokingly says he hates you, but because of your autism, you take it seriously)
"Babes, do you know where my mascara is?"
Hobie calls from your shared bedroom as he rummages through his drawers, trying (and failing) to find his missing mascara.
"What? No!"
You shout back as you paste yet another layer of mascara onto your lashes, as you've been doing for the past 2 hours. You were only borrowing it and you were sure Hobie wouldn't mind. And you were right, he wouldn't have minded... If you'd asked him.
He returns to the living room with a frustrated expression and sits next to you on the sofa with a huff, starting to pout.
"Well that just doesn't make sense. I've looked everywhere! The bathroom, my bedside table, the drawer of random stuff in the kitchen, and my mascara was nowhere to be found. Honestly, where could it possibly b-"
He turns and looks at you, your hand holding the mascara wand, paused mid-air. Your face stiffens, hoping that, by some miracle, you'll turn invisible.
"Love"
Hobie says nonchalantly as he gives you a look of exasperation
"Yes?"
You reply innocently as if you haven't just been caught red-handed
"What's that in your hand?"
"...
Mascara"
"And whose mascara is it?"
"...
Yours"
"tch! Honestly, I hate you sometimes. You're a right little bugger, you are"
He chuckles as he takes back his borrowed (stolen) mascara. Your face drops and your eyes soften at his comment.
"You do? I'm really sorry, Hobie. I just wanted to borrow it and I didn't think to ask you. I really am sorry, love, please don't hate me"
You say mournfully, genuinely thinking that Hobie hates you. Hobie quickly realizes his .
"What? No, babes, I don't actually hate you. I was just joking"
Your face lightens up a bit and an embarrassed flush spreads across your cheek.
"Oh, right! Sorry, I should've known it was a joke"
His face softens at your embarrassment as he puts his arm around your shoulders.
"No, no, it's not your fault love. I should've remembered you don't always get jokes like that. I promise to be more careful next time, k?"
He says as he presses a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, making sure to reassure you that he's not upset. You smile at his sweet gesture and rest your head in the crook of his neck.
This is super self indulgent ;; but this is mostly from my experience as a autistic lady, so it might be different from yours 💕
Hobie x Fem!Autistic Reader ☆
☆ I feel like this man has grown up around autistic/neurodivergent people but didn't realize.
☆ He honestly adapts pretty easily! If one of his friends needs space, he gives them it, needs a hug you bet your ass Hobie will wrap them stick bug arms around them.
☆ Has picked up on some stims, he likes vocal stims, likes to repeat noises or phrases he heard or repeats from her. He also really likes touching.
☆ This can depend from person to person and how they feel but if say like something bad happend at work, she needs a hug to ground her and he's always there, he gives great hugs.
☆ Could literally wrap around you like a koala to a stick if he wants to.
☆ THIS MAN IS SUCH A GREAT LISTENER.
☆ Hes a dork, loves to hear about your interests, what's bothering you, or what you did this morning.
☆ He wants to know everything because of his own interests, but he'll try to do his own research on your interests to bring it up in conversations.
☆ I love to think he has a interest in music and building stuff. He'll always try to intertwine your two's interests.
☆ But he also picks up on a lot of stuff.
☆ From how she shuts down, or how it's overwhelming. He will always try his best to comfort her.
☆ if she goes non-verbal, he is so patient. He did have his moments of trying to get you to talk because he didn't know what to do, but he's trying his best.
☆ Is always trying to make her laugh, meltdowns get super violent and extreme sometimes, but he's always trying to crack a soft joke to make her at least weakly smile.
☆ He does have his own sensory shit to deal with, he's almost gone deaf if he doesn't use earplugs and prefers to wear headphones in public cuz it makes him more comfortable.
☆ If you also have issues with sound, he has gladly made or got you another pair of headphones.
☆ He has fought ablelists.
☆ In general he is so sweet and accepting, he is still learning about everything, but he is always down to support you, help you and lend a ear.
[Hobie is at a café with his partner R/n he’s helping her sort out her papers as she’s working on getting U.K. citizenship.]
Hobie, gets up and stretches: Oi, Snaps, do ya want something from the bakery?
(R/n shakes her head no and gives Hobie a little nod before getting up and walking away to make a phone call, Hobie made it barely two steps when this group of girl’s from R/n’s school including a particularly pushy one who’d been trying hit on Hobie at his show the night before cuts in front of him. )
Pushy girl, pointing at R/n: Are you her helper or something?
Hobie: No, she’s my partner.
Pushy: No, really?
Hobie: Yeah, really.
Pushy: *grins* What’s someone like you doing with a girl like her?
Hobie, narrowing his eyes : Whaddya mean?
Pushy: You know, she’s… different.
{Hobie realizes the fugly bastich is referring to R/n’s autism, he bites back his outrage and smirks at her.]
Hobie: Oh yeah, I see a difference.
Pushy, bats her eyes lashes and leans in: Exactly–
Hobie, huskily: She’s comin home wit’ me and yer not.~
Pushy, stares at him gobsmacked:...
(Hobie walks over to R/n, holds her close and gives her a big kiss before walking away. The other girls snicker and start making fun of Pushy, Who turns beet red and stomps off with her bruised ego. Hobie does feels bad for embarrassing R/n like that, but he still thinks it was totally worth it!)
Hobie Brown with an autistic reader who wants to get into more alt fashion but can't because of sensory issues. So Hobie helps the reader find more sensory friendly styles. Bonus if the reader is black and he also helps the reader come up with more alt hairstyles.
can you make a fanfic about the hobie and the reader who are the exact opposite of him have to go on a mission together? Like almost everything about them if the exact opposite of hobie, Personality and combat wise! Thank you, you’re work is amazing!!!
this was fun to write, ty for requesting!! <3
Hobie Brown x GN!Reader
Reader is low-key autistic btw I thought it would add to the plot
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Hobie Brown was...strange.
You never understood his infatuation with such loud music and flashy clothes, the desire to be so chaotic and upfront. There was never a quiet moment with Hobie Brown and although some might find that refreshing, you couldn't help but feel very overwhelmed whenever you were around him.
You were about the exact opposite of him, from your personality to your combat to even your spider-suit. You were quieter, more docile and doe-like with dainty movements and gentle looks. You fought like a feather, almost floating as you leapt through the sky with your bright, yet simple webs and your quick, sleek movements. Every hit, every punch was always perfectly under control, never too hard or too soft.
And then there was Hobie Brown with his clanky boots and statement wear, harsh movements and powerful jabs. You could never quite understand why he was the way he was. Why be so...messy? So...anarchic? It was just too much for you.
You tried your best to avoid him, knowing that just a couple minutes with him would make your brain go haywire, unable to process not only his words and his actions, but also his accent and those flashy colors.
But then of course, avoidance never truly works out.
"Miggy wants you to report to his office!" A cheery woman with heart-shaped sunglasses appeared on your wrist, pointing at you with a wink. "What for?" You asked curiously, bringing the hologram up to your face. "Some mission." She replied with a shrug. "Don't be late!"
It only took you a few minutes to gracefully swing through HQ and land in front of the entrance to his office. You entered, peeking your head in curiously to see Miguel, facing the wall and talking to someone who you couldn't see. "You called for me?" You asked, approaching him.
As Miguel turned around, your eyes widened when your gaze landed upon none other than the infamous Spider-Punk himself, annoyed look on his face as he frowned at Miguel before looking at you. "Hey peng."
He smirked at you and you glared at Miguel, waiting for an explanation. "Your mission for the week." Miguel said, hands on his hips as he asked Lyla to pull up a chart for the two of you. "Stakeout."
Hobie let out a groan, arms falling to his sides as he walked in front of Miguel, annoyingly obstructing the screen from his view. "A stakeout? Are you being serious right now, mate?" he asked with a pouting expression. "I didn't even do that much damage, I don't deserve this!"
"Wait-" You piped up, waving your hand at Miguel to grab his attention. "Why am I here?"
"You'll be accompanying Hobie on this mission in Earth-1548. Doc Ock stakeout." Miguel said, not really paying either of you attention as he continued to read whatever was on his screen.
"But-"
"No buts. You haven't logged any hours this week, you're falling behind. This is how you're going to make up for it."
"But why is he coming?" You asked quietly, glancing over at Hobie who looked just as annoyed to be a part of this, although you knew he was probably more annoyed about the actual mission than being assigned to work with you. After all, he never disliked you. It was just never a match.
"Becau-"
"Cuz I made a teensy little mistake and Miggy here thinks it'll be the end of the world." Hobie replied with a scoff, walking to your side with his arms folded over his chest. "Nearly destroying my tracking system wasn't a teensy mistake." Miguel replied coldly to which Hobie smiled. "You're right. It wasn't a mistake."
Miguel grunted under his breath, refusing to look Hobie in the eyes. "Go. Lyla'll give you the coordinates." He said, waving the two of you off with a scowl. Hobie chuckled under his breath as he walked alongside you, stealing glances at your disappointed expression. "What's wrong? Weren't expecting to get stuck with me today?" He asked in a mock-hurt voice, leaning down with one of his knowing smiles. "You don't gotta be scared of me, you know. I don't bite."
He leaned in a little closer, eyes scanning over yours. "Unless you want me to."
You gave him an irritated look and he pulled himself back, grin still spread widely across his face. "Let's just get this over with." You said quietly, turning the dial on your watch to Earth-1548 as he did the same.
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"What is taking so long?" You asked annoyedly, perched on the edge of the building with your eyes glued onto the Alchemax just a couple hundred feet in front of you. "Patience, darling, patience." Hobie replied, picking at a patch on his jeans. "You know he just sent us here to waste time, so why be so serious about it? So-called 'mission' isn't even worth it."
You looked back at him as he leaned back with his hands flat on the ground for support, looking up at the clear blue sky. "You know, I don't think I've ever spoken to you much." He said with a grin, looking back at you, head lolling to the side. "Tell me about y'self."
You sighed quietly, debating whether you should really start up a conversation with him or not. You sat back, deciding it would be best to kill time while you could. "What do you want to know?" you asked softly.
"Who are you, peng?" He asked, leaning in slightly, eyes narrowed. "I'm Spider-man[woman]." you replied with a slight smile. "We both know that's not what I meant, love" he said with a chuckle, scooching forward so he could be closer to you. "Who are you?"
"That's such a stupid question to ask."
"I'm trying to seem mysterious." He wiggled his eyebrows at you and laughed.
"It's not working." You snorted, looking back out into the distance, eyes scanning over the Alchemax that a certain Doc Ock should be attacking any moment now.
"Why are you always avoiding me?" He asked curiously, resting his chin in his palm as he watched you with a slight smile. "So quiet...you've barely said a word to me since I've met you." You avoided his question, pretending you didn't hear him as you continued to look away. You weren't sure how to respond.
How were you supposed to tell him that his presence made you feel small, insignificant? How were you supposed to tell him that you didn't know how to speak up around him? That you were too shy?
"Oi-" he snapped his fingers at you, "-answer the question, darling."
You looked back at him awkwardly, hugging your knees to your chest as you stared at him. "So...? Why d'you avoid me?" he asked expectantly.
"I can't-" you hesitated for a moment, "-you're too much." You said quietly. "Too much?"
"I can't process you." You said quickly, trying to stop the embarrassment from flushing across your face. "You're so loud and colorful and your accent makes it hard for me to understand you-" you began to ramble.
"Hey." he said quietly, trying to calm you down. "I'm not loud. I'm just like that with the mask on, it's part of the gig." he said with a shy chuckle, eyes squinting up slightly as he smiled at you. "Good ol' Hobie Brown isn't nearly as chaotic as y'might think."
"What do you mean?"
"I...I'm just like that with the mask on, love." He said, shaking his head. "I haven't been very loud the past ten minutes, have I?" He was right. He'd been acting shockingly mellow since he'd been alone with you. "I'm a chaotic person, yes, but I'm not that bad."
A wave of embarrassment washed over you. "Sorry." You mumbled awkwardly, not sure how else to respond. He really wasn't that different from you after all. "I didn't mean to call you loud, I just-" suddenly, you realized he wasn't looking at you anymore. He was staring at something behind you.
You turned around to see none other than the anomaly you were supposed to be catching climbing into the Alchemax. With nothing more than a shared glance, the two of you were off, swinging in your own respective ways as you approached the entrance of the Alchemax.
It didn't take long for you to defeat the anomaly, with you webbing him up while Hobie dragged his unconscious body towards the portal. When you arrived back at Miguel's office in HQ, you were ready to part ways, having faced enough embarrassment for the day.
Before you could leave, however, he grabbed your arm gently. "We should do this again. A stakeout." He suggested quickly, eyes wide in anticipation of your answer. You stared at him for a moment, taking a minute to properly understand what he'd said before a smile spread across your face. "Yeah. Yeah, we should." You said quietly.
He smiled widely at you before putting his arm around you, causing you to stumble forward slightly in shock. "Guess we're friends now. Y'can't get rid of me." He said, ruffling your hair as you struggled in his grasp. "I thought you said you were quiet" You mumbled, trying to push his hand off. "This is me being quiet." He laughed, dragging you along with him as he walked out of the office.
Some people were just...different. Although you weren't complaining.
Opposites attract, right?
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A/N:
Hopefully this was what you wanted anon! I didn't really know how to write a fight scene that would add to the plot, so I kind of skipped over it. I hope you don't mind. Let me know if there's anything you'd like me to change or add!!
Has an abusive dad who was also a supervillain and that led to her becoming a superhero to spoil his plans but she focused a lot on helping out other less fortunate people in addition to fighting crime
Did badly often in school despite her extreme intellegence
Has anger issues and violent tendencies that manifest in her getting extra brutal in fights and being lowkey mean in general but she almost entierly directs it to people who deserve it
Is emotionally intense with ways of showing friendship that her classmates found offputting and that led to her being isolated from them and having almost no friends
Listens to Metallica
Took Tim Drake on a date to a shitty basement party with a bunch of alt teens
Was willing to kill at 14,including her own dad and only changed that because Bruce Wayne convinced her too
Loved Cassandra Cain romantically in a gritty dark future Batman run,has been Batwoman in two which is a mantle that has been held exclusively by a Kate Kane who is a butch lesbian and has shown multiple hints of being bi in the main timelines
Yelled and screamed at and even assaulted grown ass adults in her teen years for treating her badly with no fear and this stays into her adulthood
Grew up to be a Team Mom by at least her Batgirl days and the targets of her mothering were a biracial boy(Damian Wayne),two darkskin black girls(Nell Little and Tiffany Fox),a japanese girl(Maps Mizoguchi)and MANY other unnamed kids we see her being implied to care for
Presents super femininely but in a way that most guys in-universe find bad instead of attractive and she dosen't care about this because she dosen't want normies
Is a literature nerd,an artist,a gamer,a pianist AND a gymnist
Makes her own superhero gear
Uses optimism for a better world and trauma fueled spite as her motivation for heroism
Got treated like shit by almost everyone as a kid but we see this explicitly in her hero days with how much Bruce puts her down because she wasn't good enough for him
Does activism even outside of hero work
Is canonically pastel punk and accidentally autistic-coded and genuinely a real weirdgirl,not a fucking 'basic white girl' or a queen bee just because she's blonde and blue eyed and it's worth noting she's also been described as flat-chested as a jab but it not working because she loves her looks perfectly and that she's never shown any particular liking for being blonde and seeing as she got her hair from her dad,this is completely valid
(Synopsis: Shopping centres are scary, especially when you get lost)
*It's Friday afternoon, and you and Hobie are out doing your weekly grocery run at the local shopping centre. You have your ear defenders on to prevent yourself from becoming overstimulated, as you often do in places where there's a lot of noise going on, not wanting to have a public meltdown... Again.
*You quite enjoy grocery shopping with Hobie. Getting to push the trolley (while trying not to get distracted and crash directly into him, as you have done many times before) and dropping little fun facts about the various products you pick up while journeying through the store allows you and Hobie to spend some quality time together.
*After about an hour, you two have ticked off everything on the shopping list. You do a little happy dance as Hobie chuckles at you, his pierced lips widening into a cheeky smile.
"Alright then, luv, you ready to head home? I tell ya, I'm absoloutely knackered"
*He makes a grabby hand at you, signaling that he wants to hold your hand, not wanting to just grab it in case you don't want to. But luckily for him, you gladly take his hand in yours, giving him a warm smile, before heading towards the exit of the shopping centre. But just before you leave, a thought pops into your head and you abruptly stop, tugging at Hobie's arm as you yelp
"Baby! Baby! Baby!"
*Hobie giggles at your excitement
"Yes! Yes! Yes, love! What's up?"
*He asks as he gently strokes your hand in an attempt to calm you down. You stop yelping, turn around and point towards the candle store, your eyes twinkling with joy. You have a tradition when it comes to going to the shopping centre; after you've finished buying all the boring stuff, you head over to the candle store and spend at least half an hour going to town, smelling every single candle in sight (while getting odd looks from some of the other shopgoers). And for a while, you've had your eye on a particular vanilla and orange scented candle, but you didn't have the budget to buy it; well luckily for you, you just got paid, and your mind is focused on one thing and one thing only.
*Hobie realizes what you want and chuckles heartily.
"Is that what you're after? The candle? My days, luv! You don't need to perform an exorcism every time you want something, ya nutter"
*He says to you as he gently boops your nose, your cheeks flush in response to his affectionate gesture
"Go on, then, go get it. I'm gonna wait out here, that ok?"
*He asks as he chucks his wallet towards you. You catch it and run off, shouting back at him as you go
"Yeah!"
*(Time skip half an hour)
*You skip out of the store, candle in hand with a bright smile spread across your face, fully content with your purchase. And after a long afternoon of shopping, you're ready to go home; so you look around for Hobie, remembering that he was supposed to be waiting outside.
*He's not there
"Fuck"
*You mutter under your breath as you begin to panic. Whenever things like this happen, it doesn't take long for a meltdown to happen, so you want to find Hobie as quickly as possible; but it's kind of hard to do that when you're panicking the whole time. You trot around the shopping centre, candle in hand, frantically looking for your boyfriend as you desperately try not to cry.
"It's ok, It's ok, I'm ok"
*You say to yourself over and over again in an attempt to calm yourself down
*After 10 minutes of searching, you still haven't found him. And as the buzzing of the crowd slowly gets louder and louder, overwhelming your senses with each passing second, you sit down on a near by bench, bury your head in your hands and begin to cry. The situation is too stressful to handle, the noise of the crowd making it worse and worse, causing you to cry harder and harder as you start to dig your nails into your face, not knowing what to do (earning you some judgy looks from a few strangers).
*About 5 minutes later, you're still sat on the bench, whimpering and sniffling; some of the people have gone home by now, making the shopping centre a little less noisy. Because of this, you're able to hear the faint sound of someone calling your name
"Y/N! Y/N! Where are you, babes?!"
*Your head snaps up as you instantly recognize the sound of Hobie's rich voice, although you're still unable to see him.
"Hobie?!"
*You shout back into the crowd, scanning every person in sight in an effort to find your boyfriend. Finally, after a moment of searching, you spot each other from across the hall.
"BABY!"
*Hobie screams as he bolts towards you
"HOBIE!"
*You yell back as you, too, bolt towards him. You collide into each other and sit on the floor, Hobie wrapping his lean arms around you in a tight hug, never wanting to let go. You start to cry again, the relief of finally having found him washing over you like a wave; you bury your face in his chest as he holds you tight, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead as you cling to him.
*He coos. All you can do is cry as your breathing becomes ragged, choked sobs being the only thing escaping your mouth as hot tears stream down your face. He pulls away slightly, takes your hands in his and looks you in the eyes.
"Babes, I need ya to try and control your breathing for me. Can you do that for me, ducks? Follow my lead, ok? Deep breath in-"
*Hobie takes a deep breath for about 5 seconds, you do the same in an attempt to regulate your breath (which is easier said than done given your current state).
"And deep breath out"
*You simultaneously exhale, your breathing now relatively under control, although your hands are still shaking. Hobie smiles as you begin to calm down, bringing his face closer to yours.
"That's it, luv. That's it. Good job"
*As he comforts your still shaking form, Hobie turns to see people staring at the two of you, their faces adorning looks of either judgement or amusement. Knowing that they should mind their own damn buisiness instead of staring at you like you're some kind of circus freak, he gives them a good ol' fashioned hard stare, and it seems to do the trick as they quickly look away and scuttle off. He turns his attention back to you, eager to know what happened.
"What happened, babes? I went to the toilet for a couple'a minutes and by the time I got back you'd buggered off"
*He asks, his tone light-hearted but laced with concern. You look up at him with reddened, watery eyes and try to explain the cause of your meltdown.
"Well, I-I left the store, but when I did you weren't there. So I panicked and started look for you, but I still couldn't find you so I panicked even more! And then the noise got worse and worse and-and-"
*You start hyperventilating again, but Hobie makes an effort to keep you calm by stroking your hands and quietly shushing you (not in a condescending way). His face softens and he frowns slightly, disappointed in himself that he didn't think to let you know where he was going.
"Oh, ducks, I'm so sorry. I should've told you where I was going instead of just buggering off all on my todd. Can you forgive me?"
*He asks, nervous to hear your response. Although you're upset and overwhelmed, you know that Hobie didn't ditch you on purpose, he just does things without thinking sometimes ; and in all honesty, you felt a bit embarrassed about the way you reacted, even though it's completely normal for someone with your condition. You give him a wobbly smile as you rest your overheated forehead against his.
"Of course I can. I just need a little time to... de-escalate, if you know what I mean"
*Hobie exhales, glad to know that you're not too upset at him. He stands up, his back cracking in the process, and reaches his hand out towards you.
"Come on then, my little muppet. Let's get our backsides home. I think we've had enough excitement for one day, don't you?"
*You smile and take his hand, pulling yourself up onto your feet. You look at him for a moment before pulling him into a tight hug, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He's momentarily taken aback, but quickly recovers and returns the hug with equal enthusiasm.
"Love you, ducks"
*You chuckle as he coos in your ear, a warm blush spreading across both your faces.
"Love you too, Hobie"
(Bro, I've been procrastinating finishing this fic for two days 😂)
I really love how you write!! I was wondering if you could so smth with hobie x autistic + sunshine!reader? I'm autistic, and i've constantly been belittled for it so it'd mean a lot to see my biggest cc with an autistic reader!! If you're worried about how to approach it maybe you could do smth like reader using noise canceling headphones? or like comforting when reader had an autistic meltdown?? Ofc these are just ideas, whatever you wna do!! Also don't fret if you don't want to do this request, just wanted to ask !!! ^w^
Oh and gender neutral with they/them pronouns please!! 🫶
- 🎀 anonymous
(Emoji signoffs are so cute!! hoping you don't mind me adding one !!!)
QUIET AND EASE !
— hobie brown x energetic!autistic!gn!reader
— fluff and comfort, autistic meltdown, noise canceling headphones, petnames (sweetheart, love), hobie’s worried and nervous, sensory overload, breakdowns due to loud noises, almost panic attacks
— time with your friends was always nice, but sometimes it got to be too much, and hobie is always there to help
— ill do u one better anon how about incorporating both 🫶 also ofc you can have an emoji! thank u for ur support!
— official disclaimer: the following fic and reader experience is based on my experience and also other aspects i have read up on. every autistic person is different, and they won’t all have this exact reaction when it comes to a meltdown. so pls keep that in mind when reading :) if anything seems wrong please feel free to tell me!
Everything was so so loud.
The two of you agreed two have friends over, a small hangout. It had been a while since everyone had hung out, so Hobie suggested hosting them. You agreed, wanting to see everyone again after a while.
You welcomed everyone excitedly, wanting to show off your place. “Hey guys! Come on in, let me give you a tour!”
You dragged them all around the apartment, pointing out various things that maybe they didn’t notice. Your favourites; some hanging pictures, pieces, and collectables.
The other owner of the place, Hobie, couldn’t help but smile a bit at your excited nature. That’s just how you were, naturally excited about your interests. He encouraged that, loving the way you seem to know so much about these types of things.
After a tour and explanations you so graciously provided, you ushered everyone to grab some dinner or snacks. You had some entertainment planned out, so you and Hobie let everyone decide what they wanted to do. It was a nice time, and you enjoyed your friend’s company.
But soon, they just got too rowdy for your liking. It was about a couple hours into get-together and Miles and Pavitr decided it would be a great idea to play some board and card games. Of course, the competitive nature led to some yelling between the teens.
You tapped out of the game a while ago, feeling an anxious nerve tapping at the back of your head. You hoped it was nothing. That you could continue enjoying your friend’s company.
Definitely not the case.
“Oh come on! I had it that round!” Miles groaned loudly, nudging Gwen. “I would have won!”
“But you didn’t! I remain the victor!” Pavitr declares loudly, collecting all the cards.
Hobie laughs lowly, finding amusement in the banter among the younger ones. It was nice hearing everyone just able to relax and not worry about their duties. Well, there was one person he hadn’t heard from in a minute.
The older turned to you, noticing the way you seemed to just be.. staring out. Your hands were messing with one another, and your leg was bouncing crazily. Your eyes were glassy, almost as if..
Oh. Oh no.
Subtly, Hobie scoots closer to you, minding himself to not touch you. “Doin’ okay, love?”
The words go into your head, you hear them. But it’s difficult to process. Were you okay? Was this okay? No, it wasn’t, but can you even say that? Should you tell him? Will you tell him? So many overwhelming questions.
“I-”
“Oh come on! You have to be cheating!”
A particularly loud yell from Miles causes you to flinch, head dropping to your knees. No, you weren’t okay. Not one bit. Tears sprang to your eyes quickly as your body rocks, hands harshly pushing against your ears.
This is when Hobie knew he had to spring into action. “Guys, c’mon, ‘s time t’ get goin’.”
Everyone looks up at Hobie, confused, with Gwen being first to speak up. “What? Hobie, we just got here?”
“‘m sorry, but you can come back ‘nother time. Please.” He requests, ushering everyone to stand up.
As Hobie tries to get everyone out and away, you’re off in your own world. Your head was spinning, all your sense coming at you at full force. Everything was crashing down on you, and you couldn’t stop it.
Once he managed to get everyone out, his feet were moving him to your shared room. He needed the essentials; your blanket, your headphones, and your phone. He’d get more once you asked, certainly. Rushing back to you, he kneels down, hands glued to his thighs.
“Hey swee’heart..” He says in a really quiet whisper, not wanting to upset you further. “‘m gonna put these on ya, okay? Jus’ real quick, then ‘m done.. I’ll be right over here for ya.”
He knew these types of things could be harmful, you told him that before. The last thing you wanted was to accidentally hurt him. But letting you know what he’s doing helped a small part of your brain, one trying to gain regulation.
Carefully, Hobie moves to put your headphones on your head, the noise from the outside world coming to a halt. He moves back after, hands in your view as he backs up. That’s how he shows that he’s away, letting you have your space.
Next, he mimics your position, drawing his knees to his chest. Hobie’s nervous, he couldn’t deny, but all he could do was sit and wait. You needed your space, and he would be here to help you with the aftermath.
And then he just.. waits.
Once the sound is blocked out, that’s one less worry on your mind. You focus next on the tears streaming down your face. Everything felt sore, your mind was hurting. That made you want to cry.
You bit your lip as you shake your hands, trying to get some sort of stability. You focus on the movement of your hand, watching the rings Hobie let you steal jangle together. No doubt they make a nice sound, Hobie probably hears it.
Your brain waves start to slow down, you can tell. Without the overwhelming sense, you start to feel at ease. Some thoughts are able to run through.
‘Breathe. Think. Safe.’
You try your hardest to repeat these words in your head, continuously stimming as the tears finally stop. Without the horrible feeling of crying, it’s somewhat easier to understand what’s happening. The loud sounds were gone. You were okay.
By the time you managed to gain more of yourself, your head was hurting badly. Glancing up, you notice the way Hobie was looking at you. He had a worried expression. He didn’t wear it often, but he was now. He was nervous for you.
He gives a small wave, gaining a small laugh from you as you wave back. Then, he holds out his hand, giving you the option to take it. He wants nothing more than to hold and comfort you, he wants to help make you feel secure.
You cautiously take his hand, allowing him to wrap his arms around you. This instantly made you melt in his embrace. Exhaustion was catching up with you.
But things could be okay now. You were alone with Hobie, someone you trusted immensely.
Hobie was relieved when you allowed yourself to be embraced by him. He felt better knowing he could give you this sense of comfort. It was better than being able to do nothing.
Gently, he kisses your forehead when he feels your body slumping. “Mhm.. rest, swee’heart.. ‘m here..”
He knew his words were blocked by your headphones, but he still whispered them anyways. Almost like assuring himself. Everything was okay. You were okay.
Hobie decided that tonight was a good night for a sleep on the floor. He grabs your blanket, putting it over both of your bodies while lying back. He lets you adjust your body so you can sleep comfortably with the headphones on, which happens to be on his side with hands intertwined.
He was comfortable. You were comfortable. And he could easily fall asleep knowing that you would wake up and hopefully feel as good as you did earlier that day.
listen…Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk x Renaissance!Spider-Woman Reader, whose secret identity is as the young polymath protege of Leonardo Da Vinci and whose nemesis is the Renaissance Vulture (in a dr drakken vs Kim possible sort of way cause those fights gotta be hella outlandish with all that hammer space between them), who was the former pupil of Leonardo—hence his and reader’s beef— and based on Michaelangelo (because that’s who he reminded me of since Michelangelo was an artist with a bad attitude who is now thought to have been autistic and hated interacting with people lol)
the watchmen (police) love Spider-Woman, but the Church (who were at this point pretty much ‘the law’ keepers) on the other hand…