✭ ✭ ✭ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐄 - ft. hobie brown ✭ ✭ ✭
summary. Just bros being bros
warning(s). He/Him pronouns, mentions of sex, very short, foul language
a/n. sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia (My obsession with Hobie is beyond unhealthy)
“Bro…that was amazing..”
Hobie paused, setting aside his half-eaten ice cream and gazing down at the slightly shorter male before him. "I've just fucked you, and now you want to call me your 'bruv'?" Hobie's expression turned somewhat sour. Y/n met his gaze, unyielding. "Yeah, should I start calling you sweet, cheesy couple names instead?”
A mischievous grin spread across Y/n's face as he straddled his boyfriend, batting his eyelashes in an "innocent" manner while puckering his lips. "Oh, Hobie boo boo bear, that was the most splendid lovemaking experience of my life!" Y/n teased playfully. Hobie responded with an unamused stare. "I'm not doin this today." The Brit pushed Y/n off, letting him tumble wherever he may.
"I've learned to embrace eccentricity at that society, but here?" Hobie pointed a finger, "you are in a league of your own." Y/n looked up, momentarily squirming before rolling under the bed and meeting Hobie's simultaneously disappointed and amused expression. "In all my years of existence, I've never encountered someone as delightfully peculiar as you." Hobie couldn't help but smile as he slipped on his shoes, reaching for his tattered clothes that lay discarded from the previous night.
Y/n's smile widened. "Ooo~ I must be quite special! But, where you off to?" Y/n playfully kicked his feet against the floor. Hobie stood up, retrieving his mask. "I have a meeting." Y/n feigned shock. "Hobart... are you actually listening to Miguel?" Hobie moved toward the window, Y/n trailing behind. Hobie turned around, locking eyes with Y/n. "Of course not. I'm going to meet Pav. He's got something to show me." Hobie approached the window, Y/n joining him. Just before he leaped into the bustling city streets, Hobie looked back at Y/n. "See you later, dear. If I haven't returned by midnight, call Pav. I've probably dozed off at his place." With that, Hobie gave a final kiss to his boyfriend before leaping himself into the lively city, swinging through dark alleys until a sudden pink glow materialized and dissipated as quickly as it had appeared. Y/n stood there, his expression distant and contemplative.
“My boyfriends name is Hobart.”
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Can I request the mokele-mbembe bichir?
Today on CHUNK! FUNK! GUNK! We rate
the MOKELE-MBEMBE BICHIR:
5/10 Chunk
6/10 Funk
6/10 Gunk
As a preface, I know nothing about this fish aside from my little google research. I couldn’t find anything on its bones, so I assume that it has the normal amount and is just a good chunky little guy. It is very very cute, but still a pretty regular looking fish, moderate funk. A lot of things talked about snails eating the slime off of them, so I assume that they are gunky little guys!
Overall: 8/10
Omg they’re so cute Omg I want one I want one I want one Omg omg omg LOOK AT IT
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What if Duck, Rusty and Neville were a group of aliens who came to Sodor to ‘work’ on the railway to try and find their fourth member, Edward, who went awol a while back, and yet somehow no one realises they’re aliens, and they’re really stupid at searching for Edward?
wouldn’t that be crazy?
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