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Autumn weaknesses ★ Hobie Brown x gn! reader

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words count: 1.7k

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I'm baaack! Yeah, summer was really not that great for me so I wasn't really inspired or just in the mood of writing much, and honestly even this took me 3 weeks since uni is really just so distressful so far, I'll be honest I wanting to write something easy and fairly cheerful, but it got deep really quickly (guessing my current emotional state is seeping through lol) anyway, thank you as always for reading and if maybe someone have a request of something to write I'll gladly appreciate it! I'm such in a good mood to write, but can't get any interesting ideas ;-; ok now I'll actually leave you to the good part, enjoy! ♡

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"No no no, it's all fine... I may have been too careless last week, but now I'm super careful to how I dress and I'm taking all my medicines, okay? Don't need to look all worried like that!" That's what you said, trying to keep a light and joking tone at Hobie: you had barely woken up, and were straight up welcomed by a cough attack that lasted several seconds, the noise automatically picking Hobie's attention. Your lover was already up, a concerned look to his face as he leaned against the door frame of the room, while you were still sitting in bed, fluffy blankets all ruffled and covering your legs.

Everything started last week, you started uni and also the colder temperatures started arriving, well sort of, it was that weird phase of autumn and spring when some days were still warm, but some others were unnecessarily cold. You were attentive about that, wearing your jacket, dressing layered and covering your neck... right? Okay, maybe you didn't always dress warmly enough, some days were still warm, so it wasn't that bad, right? Okay... maybe you didn't think about how cold it actually was at night when you returned from your classes... and maybe you had a light fever one day, but you had the weekend to recover, and from this week you started to always wear a fluffy scarf that kept your neck protected, always being sure to wear layered outfits, even when you felt a bit too warm for your likings. Even Hobie had a light cold a few weeks back, and he kept living his life normally so of course you could do that too with no problem. Yes, during this week you were still having a really bad sore throat, but cough drops were doing their job; sometimes you felt like your head was exploding during classes, but you always brought your medicines around so you were all good. In the last few days you had started coughing a bit more than usual, but it was nothing too bad and it'll eventually pass, yeah?

"I don't know... don't like how that cough sounded," Hobie had already made a few steps, entering the room as you cleared your throat, feeling the mucus almost completely blocking your breathing passage. "Come on now... a little cough won't do anything to me!" You quipped back at him, "today is also last day of classes for this week, then I will stay here at home resting, just like you wanted!"

The man let out a quiet sigh before walking up to you, sitting on the edge of the bed, the look of his face clearly showing his concern. "Love, you don't have to stay in and recover because I want that, you have to do it for your own wellbeing, you're aware of that, yeah?" You had to take all your willpower to not roll your eyes: yes, you were grateful to have him worrying about you, but he was exaggerating, "I know I know, but I'm not even that sick..." You couldn't finish your whole sentence before feeling yourself coughing once again, instinctively facing the other way from him, covering your mouth with a hanwd, the cough attack lasting a few seconds, then to relieve yourself a little you took a new tissue to blow your nose into a not so graceful way, your nostrils already reddened from the continuous friction of the repetitive action. A small groan escaped from your lips, before your gaze fixated back on him again, "y-yeah... just a little cough..." You said in the less convincing way you could as you threw the used tissue together with all the other ones used the night before. "Didn't you say that yesterday you were coughing so much that your throat got sore and you could barely speak?" Hobie asked, distracting from your own thoughts, "w-well, I mean..." You started responding, yeah, the cough maybe wasn't that light, maybe because of it your throat was sore, your abdominal muscles ached and you even had a lingering headache from how strong you were coughing each time, felt weak and just wanted to spend all day in bed.

Nonsense, you couldn't possibly do that, you still had your duties, your assignments, things to ask, stuff for your classmat-

"Hey. Eyes on me," your gaze instinctively followed, fixing into his, "please, stop overworking that little head of yours, trying to find a good excuses on why you're not feeling that bad, for your info I do in fact have a good pair of eyes... and I can see you're not feeling well." His tone was the gentlest and most understanding it could have been, in your sick state you could even tear up just from having someone like him caring so much for your wellbeing.

At his words you suddenly felt the need to let all the pressure melt away, your head dropping, forehead leaned against the centre of his chest as a big long sigh left your lips, you couldn't perceive it, but Hobie himself sighed quietly,a little smile of relief reached him and one of his hands reached to graze your back, gently demanding to lean closer. Without hesitation you complied, moving to wrap both of your arms around him, as if you needed something to cling on, because you did, metaphorically... and maybe seen the situation even physically. "Bird, talk to me. I know you have that pretty bad habit of yours to just think and never speak up, but that's no good, not only for us, but especially for you." His tone was soft, low and intimate, it really made you think you'd tear up any moment just from it.

"Shh, love I'm here, okay?" your lover murmured, his free hand was now cupping your face, his thumb taking away the warm tears that had started rolling down your cheeks; when did you even start crying? You thought about it, but weren't expecting to actually do it. "I-I...I...um..." you tried muttering something, but the words wouldn't come out, you felt like something was strangling you, your mind was completely blank.

"It's okay love, let it all out, don't need to hurt by keeping everything inside." Hobie tenderly whispered, he pulled you closer, both hands caressing your back in a soothing manner. Your head found the crook of his neck to nestle in, silently crying as you finally decided to let out all the tensed up frustration, all the stress and anxiety, all the worries of not being good enough, not doing enough, the risk of staying behind, not being able to recover: everything had been silently eating you from the inside.

Both of you weren't exactly sure how long you stayed like that, no one uttering a word, the only sounds in the room were Hobie's gentle breathing and your quiet sobbing.

Eventually you leaned a little back, your tears had stopped and you didn't even know what to say, or if it was okay to look at him in his eyes. "Hey, I'm really proud of you, being so open and acknowledging that you're not fine is a big thing, you know? I don't ever want you to feel ashamed of it, okay?" Your eyes widened, your mind couldn't even start to comprehend how he could perceive you in such a positive light. "Hobie... I'm just being weak, should be doing so many things... but instead I'm here crying about it," you finished your sentence with a few very non requested coughs that made your body squirm in discomfort. Your partner slightly furrowed his brows, holding you firmer, gently shaking his head before speaking again, "no Y/N, you're not weak for that, otherwise, you're admitting your limits, that's not only strong, but it's also very healthy for you, knowing when and what is too much and taking proper care of yourself is the most important part."

It was a slightly foreign concept for you, everyone in your life had always taught you how duties should always be accomplished no matter what, no matter how sick and bad you felt, it was seen as weak to not finish your work before taking care of yourself.

You didn't say anything for a long while, your mind full of his words, as if you were trying to decipher what he had just said to you, to understand if it could be applied to you. The both of you remained static for as much as it took to you to think about everything, then you let out a long sigh, as if to say that you were ready to let your worries go.

"Want something to eat before taking your medicines?" Hobie softly questioned, his hands soothing you by keeping to caress your back. You nodded, slightly pulling back and ready to get up, just to have Hobie stopping you by placing his hands on your shoulders, keeping you seated in bed as he stood up. "No no, birdie, you stay here while I'll go to whip something real quick, aye?" you blinked a few times, slightly shaking your head. "No need, I just need a cup of -"

"Don't be daft, you're sick and need something more than mere liquids, I'll see what we have and cook something you'll love, now stay here, okay love?" He swiftly cut off your objection, leaning down to gently kiss your forehead, then moved to take a few pillows that had fallen on the floor during the night, placing them behind you. "There you go, nice and comfy, now wait here, maybe doze off a bit, okay? I'll be back in a jiffy."

And off he went, not even giving you a second to deny his offer, leaving you alone in the room once again, knowing your lovely boyfriend was occupying himself with the task of cooking a proper breakfast just for you. When was the last time you ate something substantial for breakfast? You didn't have the time when you had classes, and in the weekends you were either too lazy or waking up straight at lunch time. It was comforting to have someone like Hobie, you didn't have to take everything on your shoulders, you had someone to be vulnerable with. A long sigh of relief left your lips, that was how you were feeling after starting this morning, relieved.

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Make-up time! ★ Hobie x gn! reader ★

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this is just a silly idea that I had in my mind for quite a while, just Hobie and the reader doing eachothers make-up, that's it😔 (it get a little suggestive at one point, but really nothing much, as always thanks everyone for reading this and have a good day🫶

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"Hey now, stay still, will you?" Hobie grumbles, feigning annoyance despite the little grin to his lips. "Well, I'm getting bored here, and if you're not able to also entertain me then you're just a bad make-up artist" you quip back as your legs keep slightly dangling from your seat. "Oi! That's just straight up nonsense there!" He responds and also eliciting a little giggle from you for the playful banter that you two were keeping up for quite a while now.

People had always complimented you for your make-up skills, in your opinion it had never been anything too grand, you just really like a good colourful eye look with a big bat wing eyeliner: you were pretty used to it, but nonetheless always appreciated the praises, especially Hobie's ones. With him always telling you how he envied your steady hand and the precision in your eye make-up: so when all of the sudden he asked for you to do his make-up you were quite delighted, taking the opportunity to offer him to do each others make-up. So now you were waiting, for what felt an exhausting amount of time, him to finish doing your make-up.

"How long will it take? I'm getting impatient to see the result..." you whined. You don't really know why, but the thought of doing this with him was kinda exciting, it was a lovely way to spend some quality time together, and having his pretty face all to yourself to experiment was exhilarating. "Aye aye, I'll be finished soon... this brush must be broken or something, it's so hard to blend with it..." Hobie keeps grumbling as his eyebrows furrow a little, his overly focused and slightly annoyed expression is rather adorable.

"Huh? No it's not broken, I use that brush everyday and mind you, it works just fine with me." You respond while still keeping the same playful tone. "Yeah whatever you say...here, I'm all finished with my art!" he suddendly announces as he pulls back from you to admire your face before handing you a mirror while also looking pretty proud of himself.

"Oh...! It's, well...it's pretty..." oh indeed, it was bad. Beyond bad. "Yeah no, you could not sound less convincing, it's not even that bad...is it?" he asks, trying to look unfazed, but you can tell from his posture that he wasn't expecting for that reaction, "Now don't get me wrong... when you said you were struggling with blending it I didn't think you were struggling this bad..." you say, always keeping the light and joking tone. "But I gladly appreciate the effort, I can tell you really put...um, something in this..." he simply bursts into an heartfelt laugh. "Well now... I promised you the truly punk style, I never said I was actually good at it."

Your eyes were completely covered of messy applied and not that too much blended black eyeshadow: there was an actual attempt of doing... something, with the eye contour darker in comparison to the rest of the eyelid, but still it wasn't a look you'd usually go for. "I'm just surprise you can actually pull off this look pretty good whenever you do your own make-up..." you respond to him as you lay the mirror on the bed next to you, "Well, I guess it's your turn now to get dolled up!" you announce as a little grin of excitment forming to your lips. "Oh yeah, finally the good part!" Hobie suddenly looks unexpectedly giddy, as if he waited for a very long time for the possibility of having you putting make-up on him.

He sits in front of you, his back straightened up while you look in the bag where you keep all your make-up things, with him patiently waiting. "Now... I'm no make-up expert, ok? So don't get your hopes too high... Close your eyes for me..." you keep talking as you start to apply a light shade of concealer to his eyelids. You wanted to do something really colourful, something that really had to pop off, so a proper base was necessary, especially with such a dark skin as his. "Don't care, I know you're good at it, and that you'll do an exceptional job." he closes his eyes as he reassures you, a genuinely smile tugging to his lips. "Hm, so you're supposed to have quite the light hand when doing this? Makes sense..." he observes, seeming a bit surprised by how delicate you are with your actions. "Well, the eyes and eyelids are quite delicate... actually tell me if I'm being too heavy handed or if I'm hurting you, I've never put make-up on anyone else but me..." you murmured before leaning back to look at one of your colourful palettes.

"Don't worry, so far you're doing just fine. Now, why don't you tell me what's the idea for your big masterpiece, hm?" Hobie asks jokingly as he slightly opens his eyes to look at you. "To be honest I don't know, I don't have any particular plans usually, I just do what feels right." you respond, trying to decide what colours you could use on him, "Hmm... tell me a colour," you tell him as you look up at him again, "Nah, you choose, I'm sure whatever you pick it'll be great." such a response just made you snort a little in feigned frustration. "Fine, then you'll get my killer combo: pink and green!" you announce as you stand up to get another palette that has an extensive amount of shimmering eyeshadows, you always used them for your eye lights. "Pink and green? That... sounds interesting." Hobie responded as his eyes follow your movements. "It'll be great...you know that's my favourite colour combo!" you say excitingly while you sit back in front of him as the brush in your hand was already picking up the hot pink pigment. "You got me in a good mood, so I'll put my very best into this!" you continue as you start gently applying the powder on his left eyelid.

A few moments of silence pass before you start to softly hum a melody, after a moment Hobie follows you by reaching to gently tap his fingers on your thighs, following the rhythm of yous hums.

"Hey..." you start to talk again after some time as you're already doing his right eye to match the other. "What?" Hobie responded promptly, with a little smirk to his lips as his eyes remained closed. "You know, I always think about this, but I think I've never actually told you... but your eyes are really pretty," you hear an immediate snort from him while he slightly opened his eyes as you leaned back to switch palettes. "Aye, what now?" his tone hold a genuine hint of surprise. "Why are you looking at me like that? It's true... your eyes are pretty, and I like them..." You mumble quietly as you look down to the palette in your hands, you had already switched the brush for a smaller one, the soft round tip already picking up the shimmery powder. Hobie let out a little chuckle before one of his hands moves to you chin, tilting it up, forcing you to look at him. "Sorry, I didn't expect it, but I quite appreciate the compliment, thank you, my love...really."

The intimacy of his gesture was enough to make your heart flutter, so having him leaning closer, the teasing yet sincerity in his words, and how he was looking at you, it definitely was all having quite an impact on you, more than the faint heat reaching your cheeks could show. Still, you were there on a mission... maybe not, but you were serious on doing a proper job, so no distractions, at least not for now.

You clear your throat a little before straightening your back again. "Well, you're welcome... now returning to more important things... I need to finish your eyes' corners," your tone was quiet, while you lean again to keep working on his eyes. "After this I just need to do your eyeliner and then we're finished." The hand under your chin slipped once again to lay on your thigh as he hummed at your statement. "And you're doing the double thing?" He asked, the excitement back into his voice. "Yeah, I'm doing the double batwing," you respond, your fluster almost gone as you just couldn't help but find endearing how he was still eager in having you doing his make-up.

"Okay okay... we're ready for the good part," you announce with a big smile as you were already looking at the few eyeliners you own to decide which one to use. "Now...you have to keep your eyes open, I need you to look directly at me so that I can be precise, ok?" you inform him as you unscrew the cap of your eyeliner, ready to use it: but then you raise your head and notice something. Usually whenever you did your eyeliner you would get as near as possible to the mirror, placing her hand on her face for stability, but now you two were sitting in front of eachother; there was way too much space in between for you to actually work. "Wait a minute..." You mumble before closing the eyeliner again and standing up, you walk in front of him, thinking about doing his eyeliner while standing up, but soon abandon the idea, it'd be way too uncomfortable.

"What's the problem, love?" Hobie asks softly. You look at him again, admiring how good he looks with all that shimmery eyeshadow. "No... I was just thinking about how can I get real close to you... so that I can have a proper look and do the best eyeliner I can..." you say as if it was the worst thing in the world, which it wasn't, but you really wanted to do a good job, so it was affecting you more than how it should have. "Oh, is just that? I have an idea to resolve it." Hobie responds with a little lopsided grin forming to his lips.

"Well, I can definitely have a better look like this... I guess..." your initial confusion disappeared really quickly when you saw him just getting more comfortable on the bed and tapping on himself to signal you to get on top of him. So now you were there, shifting a little to get in a comfortable position to lean closer to his face. "Okay then, guess we'll set for this..." you say, the hesitation from the bashfulness clear as day, "Aye, I should definitely ask for you to do my make-up more often from now on!" Hobie retorts teasingly, with his usual shit eating grin that sometimes made you just want to punch him. You open the eyeliner again, ready to finally do the first streak, when you suddenly feel his hands sneaking on your hips. "What's the matter, love?" he asks, knowing full well the reason of the faint blush getting to your cheeks. "Nothing, of course... you look at me while I do the eyeliner, so I don't risk doing it wonky." you respond, not wanting to give him the satisfaction,at least not vocally, of his teasing, which was clearly working anyway.

You start to do your magic, shifting from one eye to the other for each singular stroke: it was the best way to get both of the wings right the first go in your opinion. You are now starting to fill the first wing, already thinking about asking him to close his eyes so you can pass the eyeliner on his eyelid, when you finally notice how intensely he's actually looking at you. "Everything alright? You look surprised." Hobie asks quietly as you stopped for a short moment. "Huh? No, I mean... 's all good." You mumble, feeling his hands creeping upwards to your waist. "You sure? You look a bit flushed." He keeps going, with the same tantalising tone, which gave away that he is doing it on purpose, actively searching for a reaction out of you. "Yeah... I'm good." you keep up your bravado up, even knowing that it wasn't fooling him one bit. "You know, dove... I really like how you look when you're all concentrated, especially if it's me getting all your attention." His grin is just growing wider at this point, with him knowing full well the effect he's having on you, his slender fingers squeezing your waist ever so slightly: it was a sweet and teasing reminder of how close you two actually are.

"Hmm, I'm just focusing...to do a good eyeliner, 's nothing special, really..." your tone was awfully quiet now. "Maybe nothing special, but I definitely find it quite sexy." that sentence must had quite an effect on your face expression, since Hobie couldn't help himself but to burst into an heartful chuckle. Your instinct, before you completely forget about it, tells you to close your eyeliner bottle. Hobie notices this little action before getting a firmer grip on your waist and pulling you closer to him, just that bit enough to persuade you in leaning in to eventually let your lips gently collide. It's a sweet and tender kiss, a little reminder of the love and care you two had for eachother.

You weren't against physical touch as a love language, quite on the contrary, sometimes you could even get very touchy-feely, on the point of definetely becoming annoying, but there was just something about Hobie's attitude when he actively engaged in physical touch, it made you always look for something more; and he was more than happy to accommodate. Even now, as he gently pushes in a deeper kiss, you just oblige, letting your tongues interlock in one another, in a slow and sensual dance. His hands return back to your hips, with a more purposeful touch now, you can't contain the low humming back in you throat as you keep kissing eachother.

Wait, no. It's not the time. That's what you think as you abruptly pull back from him, and lightly slap his chest. "I-it's not time for that, not now at least!" you grumble before taking a deep breath to ground yourself a bit. "Time for what? I don't know what you're talking about," is all that Hobie responds you with, wearing always the same smile that you hated so much. "Yeah, of course! You poor and mindless guy! Of course you don't know what I'm talking about...now close your eyes so that I can finish the lids." you grumble, swiftly changing the subject back to what you two were doing originally. "Aye aye, captain!" your lover responds jokingly while closing his eyes, but his grin still never leaving him, knowing how flustered you are from his doing.

"Ok! All done!" you announce, promptly getting off of him and immediately searching for the mirror as to not being too close to him and let your fluster wear off a little. "Good, can't wait to see the result!" Hobie says, with a more relaxed smile on his face now. You take the mirror in hand but don't move towards him right away as a thought crosses your mind. "Wait, I didn't even think about lipstick, would you also like to wear that?" you weren't much of lipstick person so you tou didn't even worry about it, but the idea of how good he could look wearing it was too alluring to not take the opportunity. "Now now, can't say no to that, can I?" his response couldn't have made you happier. In a frenzy you start to get all the necessary to do something quick; you return to sit beside him, on the edge of the bed and swiftly work with the lip liner, finishing with the lipstick, nothing too bold, since the eyes were already doing that job. "There there, now we're actually done!" you chirp while passing him the mirror, curious to see his reaction.

Hobie takes the mirror, carefully looking at his reflection, "Hell... I look quite ravishing like this..." he mumbles, looking genuinely impressed as he keeps inspecting himself. "So... you like it?" you ask quietly, the little fear that he might have not liking it swiftly disappeared. "Like it? No no, I absolutely love it! I'll admit, it's quite different from my usual style, but you definitely did a good job, dove." you instinctively let out a little sigh of relief as you sit back on the bed and lean a little on the mattress. "Well I'm really glad you like it, because you look so good with make-up on!" you giggle lightly as you turn to look at him again, admiring his face. "Yeah, you're gorgeous..." you say under your breath. Hobie chuckles as he moves to sit beside you again.

"Hey now, no need to waste too many compliments on me... that's my job with you anyway," he says while leaning closer to you. "We can then admit that I did a far better job than you, yeah?" you say jokingly, with a little smirk forming to you lips. "Yeah definitely, there's no actual doubt in that," he pauses for a moment as he wraps one arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. "You know, I was thinking, you really did such a good job, I certainly must do something... as a way to say thanks, don't you agree?" your eyebrows spike upwards, making you look really surprised. "No no, no way... I had so much fun and I'm just happy we did something different from the usual!" you dismiss him with a little chuckle following you.

Hobie slightly shakes his head while taking again grasp of your chin, gently forcing you to look up at him. "Nah, you don't get it, I really need to do something, I just have to." he responds, his voice noticeably getting lower, hinting you to what he was actually alluding to. You finally get what he meant and you can't stop a little flustered giggle from escaping your lips, a giggle he already knew very well. "See, we didn't get to finish before, yeah? You're always so diligent," he says with a low chuckle, "But now, we're finished with this make-up thing... and it's not like we have much else to do, aye?" he asks, tilting your head a little more while he leans closer to you. "Yeah... you're not wrong..." you respond lowly, your arms wrapping around his waist. Your action was his sign to keep going, so he finally leans to kiss you, letting your lips tenderly brushing against eachother. "Guess it wouldn't be so bad to bask a little in this generous way of thanking me, yeah?" your voice is equally low as his, "Yeah...and I think I really like the look of you with my kisses printed all over yourself." Hobie responds teasingly before leaving a gentle peck on your cheek. You blink a few times, then you remember that he's wearing lipstick now. The thought of it makes you smile as you take a better grasp of him by wrapping both of your arms around his neck, ready for a new kind of quality time awaiting for the both of you.

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hey everyone!! just wanted to hop on here real quick to let y' all know that I'll post another fanfic soon, I'm really excited about it, it's a silly idea I had in mind for a while, something purely fluff without any type of angst, just Hobie and the reader being silly together 😔🫶 it's also going to be a little longer that usual (around 3k words, maybe even a little more) so it's taking me a little more to rewrite/proof read it🥸

but yeah that's all, I'll probably post it in the next few days, have a good day y'all🫶🫶

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Caught in the rain ★ Hobie Brown x gn reader ★

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Hi! how are y'all doing? It's been raining so much where I live lately...so I'll make a problem to everyone lol😔 as always, hope you enjoy the fic ans have a good day🫶

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The bustling streets of downtown seemed endless, with the sounds of life enveloping you and Hobie as you strolled together. The city was alive with the energy of people going about their day, street performers creating melodies, and vendors shouting out their wares. Hobie, ever the embodiment of cool nonchalance, walked beside you, his arm casually draped over your shoulder, grounding you in the midst of the chaos. "Got any plans for lunch?" Hobie asks, his voice effortlessly cutting through the noise. "Not really," you reply, shrugging lightly. "I thought we'd just see what we stumble upon." he grins, a flash of mischief in his eyes. "Sounds like a plan."

As you continue walking, suddenly, the sky darkened ominously. Thick, heavy clouds rolled in, casting a shadow over the city. You felt a familiar pang of anxiety gnawing at the edges of your mind. You tried to focus on Hobie’s voice, his easy banter about a new song he was working on, but the first raindrop splattering on your cheek sent a shiver down your spine. Your heart skips a beat. The unexpected downpour catches you off guard, and a familiar, unwelcomed feeling starts to creep in.

Rain. It's just water, you tell yourself, but it doesn't help. "Hey, you okay?" Hobie's voice broke through the rising tide of your anxiety. His eyes, sharp and attentive, searched your face for an answer. "Yeah, just... it's starting to rain," you replied, your voice wavering slightly. He tilted his head, concern etching lines on his otherwise carefree face. "You don't like the rain, huh?" you shook your head in response, the memories flooding back with the downpour. The rain had always been a trigger for you, a stark reminder of a night you had tried hard to forget. The sound of rain hitting the pavement, the cold seeping into your bones: it all took you back to that time when you had felt utterly helpless and alone, it was a suffocating feeling, that over the years made you paranoid to avoid the rain as much as you could, this time too: you had checked the weather beforehand, since lately had been pouring every other day, but it wasn't supposed to rain today, you even took a different bag from your usual one and forgot to bring your umbrella, the added layer of unexpectedness just made you feel worse and even more defenseless over the gloomy weather.

Hobie seemed to understand without needing further explanation. He tightened his arm around you, steering you gently but firmly towards a nearby alley. The narrow passage offered some shelter from the rain, the overhangs of the buildings creating a small, dry space. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get you out of the immediate downpour. "Let's get you somewhere dry," Hobie murmured, his voice a soothing balm. "There's an old bookstore around the corner. It's usually pretty quiet." You nodded, grateful for his understanding, you appreciated him being there with you to help, still you couldn't help but feel the lingering anxiety that made your heart shrink: your jaw clenched tightly, your heartbeat basically drumming in your chest as your eyes hitched with tears threatening to spill out. You were grasping to Hobie, not really registering his words, if he was saying any at all, you just looked down, trying to focus on your steps, hoping to get somewhere indoors as soon as possible.He led you through the rain-slick streets with a determined stride, his presence a beacon of calm amidst the chaos.

The bookstore he brought you to was a small, cozy place, its warm light spilling out into the dreary street like a promise of comfort. Inside, the air was filled with the rich aroma of aged paper and the soft rustling of pages. Hobie guided you to a corner of the store, where a few worn armchairs offered a comforting embrace. He slid into the chair beside you, his hand finding yours as you were trying to dry yourself a little as best as you possibly could, besides all the negatives connotations rain had for you, you just hated the lingering coldness that being wet from the rain brought. As the rain hammered against the windows, you felt the tightness in your chest begin to ease a little. Hobie picked up a book, flipping through its pages, his voice a steady, reassuring presence as he read aloud a passage. His words, simple and sincere, wrapped around your heart like a protective shield. "Talk to me," he urged gently. "What's got you so worked up about the rain?" You took a deep breath, the scent of old books grounding you. "It's... it reminds me of something that happened a long time ago. I was caught in a storm, I was with a few friends...it had been such a draining and stressful day so when it started pouring I just... exploded. It was a particular situation were we couldn't get to a shelter right away, so we had to walk under the downpour for a long time before being able to get somewhere dry...it was terrifying, I felt horrible and I know I just annoyed and unnecessarily worried the others around me... and ever since then, heavy rain just brings it all back." Your voice was slightly quivering, to you it felt a little silly talking about how basically water falling down from the sky scared you, but at that moment it wasn't something you could brush off, as you not liking the rain, like you always did in the past with other people when talking about not wanting to go out during bad weather.

Hobie nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I'm sorry you went through that, but you're not alone now. I'm here with you." His words, simple and sincere, wrapped around your heart like a protective shield. You leaned into him, drawing strength from his unwavering presence. The rain continued to fall, but it felt less threatening with Hobie by your side. He kept you distracted with stories and jokes as you looked around the vary bookstore's aisles, his voice a steady anchor in the turbulent sea of your emotions. Gradually, the anxiety ebbed, replaced by a warm sense of security. Hobie’s hand remained in yours while you walked around the place, a constant reminder that you weren’t facing this alone. As the storm outside began to wane, you realized that the rain no longer held the same power over you. With Hobie beside you, you felt capable of weathering any storm, both literal and metaphorical.

"Thank you, for being here." you whispered, your gratitude spilling over like the rain outside. Hobie smiled, squeezing your hand. "Anytime, love. Anytime." You kept looking around the store for a little longer, talking to him about some particular books you liked and others you were interested in reading, before getting outside again: hands still intertwined, with the sky back to a much clearer look.

"Now what? Somewhere else you want to go to?" Hobie asked warmly, his gaze fixated on yours. "Oh no... nowhere at all, my clothes are still drenched. I just want to go back home, take a good hot shower, and get all comfy on the couch, with a tons of blankets making me forget about the turnout of events." you quipped jokingly, even though you actually meant what you said. Hobie couldn't help but laugh at your words as he gave your hand a little squeeze. "Well, I'm sure I can help you with that." he murmured, a bit of mischief in his tone as you were already looking at the map on your phone to figure out the way back to your apartment while he wrapped his arms around your waist, the damp sleeves of his jacket making you shiver a little as you were just wearing a thin shirt. "Hey you, stop it!" you whined, he didn't budge at your words as he leaned his chin on the top of your head, keeping the playful banter going until you two were back home.

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[s1llynjury]

my autistic with an anxiety disorder ass realising that I posted something online wnd now people are perceiving me:

jokes aside, I was rewriting the fic on a notebook (idk I like the thought of having what I write on paper whenever I want) and I noticed all the errors that I didn't catch even after checking it multiple times💀 everything should be fixed now! thanks again to anyone who read it and enjoyed it🫶🫶

[s1llynjury]

A calming welcome back ★ Hobie Brown x gn autistic reader ★

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my very first fanfic ever, just some fluff about Hobie comforting the reader after a particular overwhelming day, nothing much, any comment or criticism is much appreciated, hope you like it and have a good day ♡

word count: 1k

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It's been one of those days. From the moment you stepped out of your apartment this morning, the world seemed too loud, too bright, too overwhelming. The cacophony of the city, the incessant buzz of conversations, the glaring lights: everything has conspired to set your nerves on edge. You’re on the verge of tears by the time you finally make it back home.

Hobie is there waiting for you, lounging on the couch with his guitar as usual. He looks up the moment you walk in, instantly attuned to the strain in your posture and the tightness in your expression. He sets the guitar aside and gets up, his concern evident in his eyes. "Hey, love," he says softly, crossing the room in a few quick strides. "Rough day?" You nod, feeling the lump in your throat grow bigger. "Yeah," you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible.

Without another word, he wraps you in a warm, comforting embrace. His hands stroke your back gently, and you feel some of the tension start to melt away. He doesn’t push you to talk, knowing that sometimes, words can be too much when you’re feeling like this. "Come on," he murmurs, guiding you to the couch. "Let’s get you comfortable." You sink into the cushions as he moves around the apartment with practiced ease, dimming the lights and turning off the TV, creating a calm, soothing environment. The contrast to the overwhelming chaos of the outside world is a balm to your frazzled nerves.

Hobie returns to your side, sitting down and taking your hands in his. "Want to tell me what happened?" he asks gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing rhythm. You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "It was just..." you remain silent for a few seconds, with all the chaos in your head actually talking about everything going on, or just talking in general, was definitely not on the things you really wanted to do at that moment. So you just remained there silent, trying to gather something to say respond with.

He notices your silence, looking at you with a tad more of concern in his eyes. "Don't feel like talking about it?" you can't even start to think about how glad you are of his question, when you get like this, where you don't really talk, others would usually think you're rude or just leave you alone and not talking to you, but that usually just make you feel worse, making you constantly think about how you're not talking and how weird you must look to other people. Just because you're not able to vocally interact it doesn't mean you just want to be ignored by the ones around you, so at his question all you could give him was a silent and hesitant nod. He nods back at you,his expression sympathetic. "It's fine, you don't have to talk about it if you don't feel like it." His reassurance brings a fresh wave of emotion, but this time, it's more bearable. You lean into him, and he holds you close, his presence grounding you. "Do you want something in particular, something to drink?" he asks after a while. "Or maybe we could listen to some music? Whatever you need, just say the word."

"Blanket..." you reply, you look up at him for a moment, the blanket was on his side of the couch so it was extremely easy for him to get it, but asking him for something that needed him to get up, you really don't want to bother him too much. He catches your overly bothered expression before asking again just the right question. "Hot chocolate?" you look back at him before nodding vigorously, a little embarrassed about having problems in asking such a futile thing.

He chuckles at your nod before taking the requested blanket and draping it over you, "No problems, I'll be back in a few minutes." he speaks lowly before getting up walking towards the kitchen area. The apartment was a small one, where the kitchen and the living room were just fused in the same room, and you could look at Hobie as he prepares the beverage just for you, grateful for his understanding and his calm, steady presence. The faint clatter of cups and his soft humming whatever song it was on his mind at that moment are comforting sounds, blending seamlessly with the tranquility of your apartment.

When he returns, he hands you a steaming mug of chocolate with extra sugar, way too much for him but just how you like it, the sweetness helping to calm your senses further. He sits beside you again, close but not crowding, giving you space to breathe and process. You sip the cocoa slowly, feeling the warmth spread through you. "Thank you," you say, your voice still a little shaky but steadier than before. "Anytime," Hobie replies, his gaze full of affection. "You know I'm always here for you." You nod, the weight of his words sinking in. He’s always been there for you, through the highs and lows, understanding your needs even when you struggle to articulate them yourself. It's a comfort you cherish more than you how much you could express.

As the evening wears on, the two of you sit together in comfortable silence. Hobie picks up his guitar again, strumming softly, the gentle melodies filling the room. It's a familiar, soothing sound that helps to ease the lingering tension from your difficult day. Eventually, you find yourself relaxing completely, the anxiety and sensory overload receding into the background. You curl up against Hobie, feeling safe and loved in his embrace. "Feeling better?" he asks softly, his fingers continuing to move over the strings. "Much," you reply, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Thanks to you." He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Anything for you, Y/N. You mean the world to me." And in that moment, with the soft music playing, the warm chocolate in your hands, and Hobie’s comforting presence by your side, you know you can face whatever challenges come your way. Because with him, you’re never truly alone.

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