older//hobie brown x reader

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I slowly opened my eyes to see Hobie admiring me. I gasped and flinched back slightly. I quickly sat up, extremely flustered. Hobie sat up slowly behind me and instead of joining me on the edge of the bed, leaned against the headboard. I cleared my throat, "Do you want me to cook something?" I heard him hum in response. I stood up and walked out of the room. I smiled to myself and blushed at the thought of him awake, just admiring me.

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I banged my head against the back of the headboard. Why did she jolt back like that? Was I moving too fast with her? She was the one who suggested we slept in the same bed? Did she think I looked ugly up close? Did my breath smell bad? Did I make her uncomftorable watching her? Did she think I was going to kiss her? I mean I wanted to kiss her, but I was going to wait. I wanted her to be comfortable, did I fuck everything up? I gritted my teeth in annoyance. I fuck everything up. I anxiously thought. I heard her call my name.

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Hobie groggily walked out of his bedroom. I half expected him to come hug me, but he just sat down in front of me on the kitchen bar stool. I was slightly disappointed with the lack of physical touch. "I'm making eggs," I smiled brightly. He smiled back sort of quickly then stopped and darted his eyes away. I furrowed my brows at his change in attitude. I slid the plate in front of him and shrugged it off. He stared at the eggs that I had made a smiley face on with siracha. I put cute little mini hearts around it too. He glanced up at me then reached for a fork from his utensil holder. He slowly ate the eggs.
"dis if really goof," he mumbled with his mouth full. I sighed and sat in the seat next to him. I thought about it for a second and then decided to say something risky. It'd fine.

"babes, don't chew with your mouth open," I laughed lightly. He stopped chewing and stared intently at me.

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I stared at her. I tried to figure out what she meant.

"Babe?" I blurted out. Her eyes widened. She looked down quickly.

"Oh sorry, I-" she stuttered and started to pick at her skin. I hesitantly place my hand on hers.

"aye, dint I tell ya not ta do that?" I joked. She pulled her hand back and quickly stood up.

"I'm sorry Hobie, I didn't mean to make you uncomftorable earlier," she brushed past me into the bathroom and closed the door. Uncomfortable? I thought. I was just surprised since she was ending me weird mixed messages.

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I leaned against the bathroom door, my heart raced in anxiety and regret. I felt so stupid. Of course, falling head over heals with the first guy I've met since my break up with my four year relationship, wasn't the smartest idea. I stripped myself of my clothing then hopped into the shower. A hundred thoughts ran through my head during that shower.

I stepped out and realized that I had no bra, no underwear, no new shirt, no new pants. I wrapped myself in a towel and slowly peaked out of the bathroom.

"Hobie?" I called out. My voice absolutely failing me. No response. "Hobie?" I called out louder, I started to worry slightly. I tightened the towel and walked over to his room. I slowly opened the door. "Hobie?" I walked in to see him writing something on his desk while listening to music. I guess he sense me or something because he looked up. I shifted my position. He looked away.

"[name!]" He cleared his throat. It sent my confidence level down.

"Sorry, I need like a top and bottoms and stuff," I sighed. He stood up still not facing me. He grabbed an oversized ripped up t-shirt and a pair of sweats. He finally stood around and walked over to me remaining eye contact. He handed me the stuff and I was about to say something when I saw him take a quick glance to scan my body. Once we made eye contact he swallowed.

"I'm sorry [name], I just," He sighed and leaned in. "yo drivin me crazy right now," he whispered in my ear, as if someone else was here. He handed me the stuff. His breathing slightly heavied and my heart raced. "Go change yeah?" I nodded and quickly walked out of the room. One minute he was being a moody little bitch then he was hard core, "I'm gonna pin you against a wall and make out with you," type vibe. He had put a pair of boxers in there. I slipped on the boxers which were actually soo comfy. Of course he didn't have a bra but my geniuses decided to push it and not wear my old one. I slipped on the ripped shirt. It was ripped slightly on my side boob, a bit on my waist, and hung off my shoulder. I decided to try the sweatpants. They were humongous on me. I smelled the shirt and I was hit with a wave of his scent again. I walked back into his room and when he saw me he sucked in a quick breathe.

"Your sweats are a bit big on me," I laughed. He just stared and nodded. I placed them on his, or our, bed and then walked over to him. I slid my hands down his chest from behind him and I looked over his shoulder to see him writing some song lyrics. He turned to face me. If there's one thing I've learned in life, is that eyes don't lie. I scanned his face as he pulled me around and onto his lap. He hugged me tightly. "Hobie?" I massaged the back of his head as he buried himself into my neck.

"why'd ya jolt back like that this mornin," he mumbled. Everything clicked with me. That's why he was acting so off this morning. I pulled him up and cupped his face.

"I was really flustered and surprised to see your handsome face so close," I whispered. He smiled with contentment.

"what if it was closer?" He whispered. He slowly inched closer to my face but stopped. "When I kiss you for the first time, I want it ta be special." I frowned slightly and he laughed. He kissed my forehead. "Stay like this while I write yeah?" I wrapped my legs around his body and rested my head in his neck. I hummed in response. He slipped his headphones on and I could hear the sound of rough punk music turn into soft music. "this sound good?"

"you can listen to whatever," I mumbled.

"fall asleep n' my arms [name]," we sat in comfortable silence for a moment. "please" he whispered. I listened to him hum to the soft music and his chest vibrate against mine. He traced my spine up and down and would occasionally rub my lower back in circles until I drifted asleep in his arms.