Hobie has written more songs than he can count. but he hasn’t written any about you yet. a bit weird, yeah, since you’ve been his boyfriend for over a year

He just needs some inspiration. he has a million ideas, but none are sticking. so to clear his mind, he decided to smoke

He takes a long drag of the joint before setting it on the ashtray. he has you on his lap, his large hands gripping your hips and keeping you close. he stares up at you through hazy, half-lidded eyes

He smirks a little and runs your hip with his thumb as he thinks “i want your voice in my song. maybe just your pretty little noises. you know the ones.” he grins lazily, a bit suggestive