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One fact none of the Spider Society never knew about (Y/n) is that she secretly likes take "risque" pictures of herself. She held an air professionalism paired with proper speech and mannerisms which is why no one would expect this from her and that's just how (Y/n) liked it. That is until Hobie and her started dating, since then she's been working up the courage to inform him of this hobby.
But Hobie's no idiot so sooner or later he caught on to her distance nature. It was later in the day and Miguel requiring no further assistance (Y/n) activated her watch and returned to her dimension.
Hobie: Mind if I tag along?
She jumped up on hearing his voice, turning to find the pink and gray anarchist of her dreams.
(Y/n): Jesus, you have to stop scaring me like that.
Hobie: You've gotta remain on your toes, Duck.
(Y/n): Come along.
Hobie sauntered through the portal, hands buried in his pockets with his guitar strapped around his back, a large bubble forming from his lips due to the bubblegum he had been chewing through the day. He had already been to (Y/n)'s "flat" and thus made himself at home with her pets. A big brown Poodle and an equally big white Saluki greeted him while a small Pomeranian kept a safe distance beside his owner.
Hobie: Come, my Darlings. Did you miss your father?
The Poodle and Saluki both tried to clip on top of Hobie while giving multiple kisses while the Pomeranian growled, trying to make himself bigger than what he was.
Hobie: I'll win you over in time, Short Stuff.
This only made the Pomeranian make a face that read "I'll destroy you with my tiny paws, human". (Y/n) smiled but it was clear that their smile didn't reach her eyes.
Hobie: Give Mommy and Daddy a moment, ya?
Like always he wrapped his hands around her waist before leaning down to kiss her. She kissed him back before looking back down at the floor.
Hobie: Alright, what've I done?
(Y/n): Hmm?
Hobie: Don't play Daft, Love. Gone out with my mates for days and you're Hunky-dory with no "I'll give you a tinkle". You're not going bonkers, Duck.
(Y/n): I...have something to show you. It's a hobby of mind and--and please do not make fun of me for it.
Hobie: No chuckle and chortle.
(Y/n) handed him her phone. On it we're several photos of her in provactive outfits, ranging from bikinis to lingerie all taken at different angles that highlighted her body.
