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Tired - Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

This was a request from Tumblr <3

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Hobie Brown was your boyfriend...or was he?

It didn't really feel like he was your boyfriend, and he never called himself your boyfriend, like he never called you his girlfriend. Sure you guys would kiss and hug, sometimes sleep on the same bed, sometimes you'd even go out together, just the two of you...but he never called you his girlfriend.

And he never called himself your boyfriend.

And you knew he hated labels, and you knew he didn't take the whole thing that seriously, but it was still confusing.

When did a few kisses become too many? When did a couple hugs become suffocating? When would he get sick of you or ask you to stop, because you weren't really dating...you were just there.

Together.

"You wanna go out today, love?" Hobie was sprawled out on the couch, guitar held in his arms as he lazily strummed at it, feet kicked up on the arm of the creaky sofa.

He pulled his head up slightly to glance at you on the other side of the room, bundled up while fiddling with your webshooters. "Just the two of us?"

"Hmm?" You glanced up, eyes widened. "You wanna go on a date?"

His eyebrows furrowed slightly. "If that's what you wanna call it, sure."

The way he looked at you, a little confused, a little too nonchalant about it, a little too much like he didn't care...made you clasp your mouth shut. "Okay."

So when the two of you went out that night, and ended up on some random rooftop somewhere on Earth-138, looking out at the night sky, you couldn't help but feel a little...

tired.

Tired of his antics.

You glanced over at him, watching as the stars reflected themselves in his dark brown eyes, a slight smile on his face as he looked out, taking in the sights, the smells, the everything.

You stared at him for a moment longer. You could stare at him all day. The way he looked at things like he was in love. Whether he was looking at a cute cat, his guitar, the sky, he always looked like he was falling in love.

And yeah that seemed sweet at first.

Until you realized he looked at you the same way.

And you were nothing special.

You turned your gaze down, your heart clenching just slightly. You swallowed back a lump in your throat before looking back out at the lights.

The silence was unbearable.

But you loved him, right? You loved him.

So you gave it another shot.

You inched your hand toward his, slowly, surely, and after a few minutes, the tips of your fingers were almost touching, both palms, yours and his, pressed against the cool concrete of the rooftop.

You felt him glance over at you.

After a moment, he put his hand on top of yours, pulling it in and squeezing in gently. Your tense heart slowly relaxed as he kept your hand in his, his eyes on your face, before he looked back out.

Silence.

But before you could even get used to the warmth of his hand enveloping yours, the feel of his fingers latching so perfectly around yours, he pulled his hand away.

Your palm twitched slightly as the cold air got to you. You felt yourself tense up again.

He leaned back slightly, a sigh escaping his lips. "Nice night, innit?" he asked with a grin, glancing over at you like he always did, that pretty little love stare that made you feel nothing, piercing right through you.

"Yeah. Nice night." You said quietly, clearing your throat.

He frowned. "You all right?" he asked a little softly, eyebrows furrowing down as he tilted his head, trying to meet your eyes.

"Define 'all right'."

"Let's see-" He leaned back again, making himself comfortable, "-you've been acting weird lately. Like you're mad at me or somet'ing." he said, drawling out his words the way he always did.

He looked back at you."So, are you?"

"Am I what?" you asked, avoiding his gaze.

"Mad at me?"

You stayed silent.

"No."

He smiled. "Good. That's good. Wouldn't want you to be mad at me, you're my roommate after all-" he chuckled, kicking his legs over the edge of the roof.

Roommate.

"That's why you don't want me mad at you?" you asked with a slight scoff.

He looked startled. "Yeah...yeah, I wouldn't want you to be mad at me cause you're stuck with me, yeah? You're...my roommate. You live with me." he said carefully, obviously thinking through his words cautiously, although he wasn't trying nearly hard enough.

"Mmm." you nodded. "That's right."

"Did I say something?" he asked gently.

"No, no-" you shook your head, finally looking at him, "-you spoke the truth. You're right. I'm not mad at you."

"Are you sure?" he looked at you like he wanted to reach out to you, eyes searching through yours for some type of answer.

You gazed at him for a moment longer before looking back out into the distance. "Hundred percent."

He sighed. He looked back out too but he couldn't stop himself from glancing back at you, the way your frown had deepened just slightly, your muscles had tensed up and your shoulders were straight, no longer slouched.

You looked uncomfortable.

He hated that.

He put his hand back on the cold concrete, sighing quietly as he tried to understand you, what you wanted from him.

He glanced down at your hand, your fingers tensed up as well, sitting just a couple of inches away from his.

Maybe he could-

He inched his hand towards yours slowly, hoping that you wouldn't notice.

One inch in and he was feeling his heart beating faster already, taking quick glances at you but refusing to move his head and disturb you.

Another and he was already halfway there, swallowing down the awkwardness that had filled his throat from somewhere. This was different, it was weird. It'd been a long time since he'd felt this way about being near you.

And now another inch and he was so close, just one more and his hand would be on top of yours, just another inch and maybe he'd be able to grab your hand and pull you close and hug you and-

oh

You glanced down at his hand and pulled your hand away, standing up, eyes still fixating on whatever was in front of you.

"I think we should head home now. It's getting late." you said quietly.

He stared up at you, heart slowly dropping, that horrible feeling settling deep inside him. "I- uh, alright." he said quickly, standing up after you.

"Race you-...there?" he'd started but you'd already leapt away, leaving him standing there by himself, alone in the cold on that rooftop without your presence beside him to keep him warm.

He sighed quietly under his breath, shaking his head.

He just couldn't understand you.