𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥 (hobie brown x reader)

.so high

All emoji thoughts are ironic.

The concert continued for another hour and forty five minutes. You were hearing the music, processing it, but your mind was stuck on him,

You eyes were too.

You couldn't seem to take your vision off of him. And after 3 weeks of not being able to find any man attractive. Feeling this mesmerized by a guy felt, really good. And somehow really comforting.

You were high off your rocker right now, you took a few more hits as the show went on and you severely underestimated how strong this certain cart is. He was taking his exit speech. His deep voice, his thick accent. Everything about him had you enamered, you reach your hand up to the sky, not necessarily reaching out to him and not fully up in the air either.

The crowd was slowly dispersing as he spoke. Your arm still in the air as you felt the tingling in your arm. You weren't reaching out for him... But you can understand why he would think that. You stared at him, it almost looked like there was a rosey tint all around him with how infatuated you were with him.

A warm hand wrapped around yours, snatching your attention away from the beauty on stage. You look at the hand that grasped your raised one, tracing the arm back to the torso, and from the torso to the neck, and from the neck to the face.

Your eyes widen and your lips stretched. You taking a quick deep breath in as you realize that it was him that grabbed your hand. "You alright luv?" you nod your head, too stunned to speak. He let out a chuckle, squatting down at the edge of the stage, still gently holding your hand. "I watched you hit your cart the whole show." you nod once again, too nervous and faded to think of a response.

"Youv' got a way home'?" you stop to think. 'I could definitely call an Uber.. But he's asking me... If I have a ride...... Which means if I say no..... He'll give me a ride...' you shake your head no. He nodded and hummed. Hoping down from the stage and standing next to you. You hadn't really realized how tall he truly was until he was standing on equal ground. He towered over you. You stare up at him. He had let go of your hand to grab his guitar off the stage.

"Thats a bloody shame.." he looked down at you with a small grin on his face. 'What...........what does THAT mean... WHY WOULD HE ASK ME IF I HAD A RIDE IF HE WONT HELP ME IF I DONT?? ERM.... WHAT THE FLIP?? ARE YOU SERIOUS... KILL ALL MEN.. NEEEOOOOOOOWWW😡'

"Lucki for you, my vans down the street." he raised his eye brows slightly, his piercing reflecting off of something slightly. You let out a sigh of relief. 'Oh.. I take it back' "oh... Can- you take me home?" you ask, hoping he'll drive you home. He nodded and hummed in response. Walking ahead of you, looking back at you to make sure you were following him. You stumbled a few times while trying to keep up with his pace. Earning a few giggles from you and chuckles from him.

You finally made it to his van, it was a light blue one, with... Spidermans face on the wheels? 'Hes a big spiderman fan huh...thats cute I guess..' you squint. Watching him click his keys to unlock the van.. You decided to ask him about it. "You like spiderman?.." he paused for a second. Letting his eyes travel to you and a small smug smirk came across his lips. "Of course I do." You smile slightly, your head feeling like it was in the clouds as you listen to his voice and look at his face. "He's a pretty cool hero, right?" You ask. Smiling slightly. "He's no hero. calling yourself a hero makes you a self-mythologizing, narcissistic autocrat."

You stare at him blankly for a second. Before nodding and walking to the passenger side of the van. Before you could open the door yourself, he had already reached over from the drivers side and popped it open from the inside. Allowing you to slide in and get comfortable. The van smelled of weed and spicy male cologne. You didn't mind though. You were a MaryJane connoisseur after all.

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It was about 15 minutes into the drive when he glanced at you. Taking in your features fully for the first time. He wouldn't admit it. But he found your face extremely enamoring. Your eyebrows, nose, eyes and lips capturing his attention. He focused back on the road. Finally speaking for the first time during the drive. "Your name..?" He said calmly, keeping his eyes on the road. There was a pause before you answered. "(Name), you?" he leaned back in his seat, his right hand letting go of the steering wheel as he drove with his left.

"Hobie."