𝐻𝒪𝐵𝐼𝐸 𝐵𝑅𝒪𝒲𝒩 ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ // ATSV

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ | ☁️//❔(fem)

Hobie and his band often visit the pub you work at—he finds himself getting jealous when a few male customers shoot flirty phrases your way.
OR
The outcome of Hobie's jealousy

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。
TW; harassment, catcalling, strong emotions??

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Reader calls hobie "hobe's" this is not a typo.

I let out a puff of air, tired from my ongoing shift. That is, until a familiar face struts into the pub im stuck at for another.. 3 hours? Hobie, my.. hell if i know, i never asked what we were, he hates labels. and i don't wanna scare him away.. he takes a seat on the bar stool, looking my way. 2 or so minutes go by as i slide him his usual drink, assuming he's waiting on his band mates, around 20 minutes later they join him at the bar, i unfortunately haven't gotten the chance to speak to him, the place being full to the brim, practically over flowing with drunken assholes and sluts alike.

I hear a whistle get shot my way, and do a full 180 turn to see which asshole was trying to order, seeing john a regular, and his friends, my anger soon falters.
"Ay! There you are beautiful.. any chance i can order something.. off menu?" He coos with those predatory eyes looking me up and down, his friends using following phrases such as "ooh! I like a girl in uniform!" and more verbal harassment.

I keep myself composed, keeping up my customer service poker face, before replying with a sickening "i'll put you down for the usual, john. And what would you like to order?" i go down one by one, ignoring the bickering and disgusting comments that make my skin crawl, the type of comments you have to scrub your skin till it bleeds for you to feel even close to clean, or safe.

The familiar figure from before runs a hand on his wicks. He frowns at the thought of someone trying to take the beautiful e/c eyed girl from him. He's selfish for you, he cant entertain the idea of someone else being with you instead without him feeling sick inside. Not when he's tried so hard to be close to you. 
The poker faced woman goes behind the bar, and Hobie takes the chance to captivate her attention and flood her mind, giving her hand a quick squeeze and pulling her slightly closer to him so she's leaning against the bar table, the cold surface against her uniform. "Who's the bobby?" He manages to spit out, containing the burning feeling of dread and something else inside of him.   "A regular, the one that's been bothering me.." a pang of guilt hits Hobie like a semi truck, he's been completely ignoring your pleas to help deal with the guy.

he shrugged it off because you weren't his, only to be met with anger when seeing the events himself.
"John, right?" Hobie asks, the corners of his lips tugging down at the thought of the not so mysterious drunk that's been trying to win you over. His eyebrows knit together and he considers his next choice of words. "I'm sure he's not all that.." he cant help but mutter, though he's talking to himself more than you. Y/n begins to sweat drop, she needs to get back to work yet the man with wicks has been holding her hand hostage, speaking of which, he shakes his head

"Who would want ta be wif some 'john' when they could be wif all dis?" It makes it worse that johns on the police force. "I don't even know what we are. Hobe's.." Y/n mentions with  mixed emotions, He lifts his head, following your gaze, He frowns once again as he lays his eyes on the john guy, before standing, not wanting to seem smaller then the pain in his loves (gorgeous) ass. "What does he want?" hobie glares, his thick accent filling your ears as he crosses his arms over his chest.
Hobie gives john a sharp smile, being sure not to come off as friendly before releasing your hand so you can go back to making  their drinks, you can tell he's trying to keep his composure, but he's clearly on edge. He's not happy about john. He sits in the perfect spot to overhear, and by the sounds of it you aren't happy about it yourself. most of the conversation consists of you shooting down any request for any (mostly sexual) interaction.

You see hobies eyes narrow as he listens, his mates seem to be catching on to his discomfort as well. It takes an incredible amount of willpower not to forcefully shut john up, he's convinced he deserves an Oscar at this point. You're getting clearly and extremely uncomfortable as john keeps pushing, you shooting hobie a 'get me away from him right now.' Was all it took to send him over the edge of his jealousy. The look on your face being all the encouragement he needs, he grabs john by the collar ( breaking the promise he made to not mess with trash )

his nostrils flare and nose scrunches, John seems to be caught off guard as his face reflects anger and shock. Hobie raises an eyebrow "don't you have otha business to attend to, mate?"
Giving john a half lidded smile hobie continues to intimidate him, being a striking 6'5 or 196cm.
The cowardly cop seems to have gotten the message, giving you a curt nod and rushing to leave, you and hobie finally free of him.

HOBIES POV
I watch as he exits, scurrying like a dog with its tail tuck between its hind legs. feeling y/n wrap her arms around my waist i get pulled out of my state, rushing to comfort her shaking frame. "I.. I don't like how close he was with you." I admit, my arms snake around her waist and pull her further into my barely covered chest. I never want you to be uncomfortable but need to communicate my feelings. My lips press against your forehead, considering your face is between my pecs at the moment. Gently stroking my right hands thumb on your hip.
"You know i care about you right.?" I don't expect a reply, but you grant me one nonetheless "right."

OTHER POV
You have a feeling he's gonna get more protective, more often. Especially if john doesn't cut off his contact and find a new bar. And he was, he started to get a bad feeling when you were approached, he would move heaven and earth to be by your side.
It soon becomes a ritual for both of you, when you get home from the pub, hobie sits waiting for you, asking small questions and making sure everything ran smoothly, he always found a way to be there, always with the same concerned face. After a while it starts to bother you.

You tell him you don't want him to worry, you love him, but he needs to give you some breathing room, you were never gonna cheat in him for anyone, and that you were his, nothing could change it. And you finally got through to him, Hobie isn't as jealous as he used to be, he gets possessive at times but he's trying to keep himself in check for you. He's relaxing a bit.
As days pass Hobie moves on from the incident, he never mentions it and nor do you. Time flies and he's more comfortable in this relationship, he'll always be in your corner, no matter the odds.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

❕story was not a request❕
I dont even know what to label this, fluff? Other?? I'll go with both.