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the better boy friend - part iii

a/n: i feel like i only be updating this story when i'm depressed 😭 sorry this has taken like two years to finish

summary: continuation of the better boy friend with gn!reader yet again

cw: containing actual texts from the real relationship that started this whole thing, probably ooc hobie, wrong grammar in the texts, intended lowercase, gn!reader

part i | part ii

ALMOST THREE MONTHS. it had been almost three months since you finally ripped off the bandaid. since you'd broken up with him.

my love: about me?

you: can we talk?

my love: or you?

you: both of us

my love: if you can call rn let's do it

you: i can't

you: mum is asleep next to me

my love: before we precede

my love: is this a negative or positive thing

you: you could call it negative

my love: please don't scare me

my love: but sure, you may proceed

you: im just gonna be completely straight with you

you: i think we should break up

you hadn't spoken with hobie in a few weeks, either. you'd just.. shut down. mentally. even if- even though it was your decision, it felt like there was a hole in your chest.

it was like being sick. you could rarely keep food down - you had to take small, measured bites, eat slowly, eat bland food - and even then, you still felt the rolling of your stomach.

even your mum had noticed something was up. even if you tried to hide it, it wasn't very hard to notice how you stopped going out unless it was to work or school. how you spent your time in your room. how you poked and prodded at your food.

noah: no :(

noah: i'm very happy with you

you: you are

you: i'm not

noah: yes. i assure you

you: what are you assuring me of?

you: being with you hurts me noah

you: i wish it were different

you hated the fact that he still affected you to this extent. the fact that you had cried while trying to break up with him- while breaking up with him. because you had done it, and you never thought you could've.

noah: it hurts?

noah: i'm sorry

you: you could text it

noah: if only you could call i would explain it but due to that i cannot

noah: i want to work this out with you

you: so do i but communication can only go so far

noah: it will work out, im sure of it

you: noah please

you: i can't be with you anymore

noah: can i ask of this then

noah: when we call tomorrow, i'll state my case and you can state yours and we'll call it off

noah: deal?

you: what exactly do you want to explain?

knock. knock-knock. knock.

the familiar rhythm had you pausing your thousandth re-read of the breakup. you'd since blocked him - phone number, instagram, discord, tiktok, spotify - anything you had shared, he had been blocked on. but you had screenshot the breakup. you had saved all the discord messages - how had you not realized mainly messaging on discord was strange? how had it taken so long?

knock. knock-knock. knock.

you tossed your phone somewhere onto your bed and crawled out from under the sheets. your curtains were drawn, so he couldn't see inside, and for a moment you considered not responding. staying in your little cave, rotting away from the inside.

bzzt. bz bz bz bzzt. bzzt. bz bz bz bzzt.

the sound of your phone vibrating against your bed had you sighing. you'd finally taken the damned thing off of do not disturb - all your mutual friends had been messaging you, asking what had happened, and it had sickened you. how they didn't care until there was drama.

"hi."

you sounded short; tired. hobie winced from the other side of your window.

"hey, love," he said, taking a seat on the fire escape and bringing a knee to his chest. "you wanna let me in?"

"i'm not home," you lied through your teeth.

a small huff, almost of laughter. "'nd i'm a hero," he said dryly.

you were both quiet for a minute, only hearing each other's breaths through your respective phones. then;

"love, i-"

"hobie-"

both of you stopped as soon as you started. then hobie laughed softly, sounding warmer.

"you go, dove."

you were quiet for a moment. hobie didn't know if you were gathering your thoughts or if you had muted yourself.

"i'm.. i'm not in the mood. for people," you said, running a hand over your head raggedly. "i'm sorry."

"good thing i'm not people, hm?"

you scoffed. "hobie, i'm being serious. i can't right now."

he merely hummed in response. it sent a twinge to your heart- a reminder of the time he'd held you in the darkness of your room, held you while you were falling apart, and hummed until you fell asleep. had that really been just a few months ago?

"just open the window," he was saying, interrupting your train of thought. belatedly, almost sadly, he added; "please."

noah: like my side as to how i feel about this breakup per se

you: you can say it right now

noah: i prefer to say it with voice over text, the emotion isn't there.

you: just text it

noah: can i still record it?

you: noah please just text it

you: i dont want a recording or anything

you: you want to say it? say it

hobie standing in your room - your cramped, messy, cave of a room - had you feeling so very small. so very ashamed.

"sorry about the mess," you mumbled, flitting about the room to shove your clothes into a basket and shove the basket into the closet. your shelf was lined with half-finished water bottles and sodas. a bottle of melatonin gummies sat on your bedside table, right beside a small case of tums.

"your room ain't the mess i came here about," hobie said, plopping onto your unmade bed. you winced. the sheets were rumpled and hadn't been changed in at least two weeks, but hobie didn't seem to care.

you continued cleaning once you realized he was fine with your sheets, shoving the mess of papers and homework on top of your desk into it instead.

"love," hobie called, and you heard him shifting on the bed. you ignored him, trying to hide the evidence of your grief. "y/n," he tried. you still ignored him.

noah: in short: i'm sorry i've hurt you. i've never intended to do such thing, but things do happen the way they do. i do acknowledge the fact that i've been really off the rails lately and that doesn't discount the fact that it's aimed at you. it's not fair in any shape or form, attempts were made several times yet i continued to ignore it. i thought we'd go far, but alas it comes short. we both equally need to work on ourselves, and we learned something. this for sure will be a bitter pill to swallow because your my longest one now, im not sure what to think but i'll make my attempts. you were good to me each and every single day, i'll appreciate that about you. i can't properly word it anymore, but i still am sorry for the hurt i caused you.

"y/n," hobie was saying, waving a hand in front of your face. you jumped, realizing you'd zoned out.

"what?" you asked, sounding tired. so tired.

he stared at you for all of three seconds before pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you.

you didn't realize how badly you'd needed a hug until you were wrapped in his arms, your face tucked into his chest. small sobs clawed their way out your throat, muffled against his shirt.

you: are we done?

you: officially?

noah: i said tomorrow.

you: and im doing it now

"just breathe," hobie murmured, rubbing his hand along the back of your neck. you weren't sure how you'd ended up on your bed, half in his lap, but you didn't particularly care.

noah: yeah, sure

noah: tomorrow for me, today for you.

"you wanna talk about it?"

you shook your head, your fingers finding purchase in the back of his shirt.

"just.. just hold me. for a little bit," you requested quietly, hating the sniffle that escaped.

hobie hummed softly, laying back on your bed and bringing you with him.

you: very well then

noah: can i at least call you tomorrow then

you: i dont know

you: we'll see

noah: okay. until then

when you woke up, the sky was dark.

you sat up in a panic, trying to remember what had happened; rereading the texts, hobie interrupting, laying down, then-

"love?" groaned a familiar voice. beside you, hobie shifted, his hand moving over the bed in search of something. when he found your waist, he pulled you against him, wrapping his arm around you. "what's up?"

"i.. i fell asleep?" you asked, trying to stay up but eventually succumbing to his insistent tugging.

hobie hummed in acknowledgement, his chest rumbling against your back. "we both did," he corrected. "you feelin' alright?"

you shrugged, stifling a yawn against your hand. "i.. i'd say i'm fine," you said weakly.

hobie's arm tightened around you. "bull."

you huffed a humorless laugh. "i am, hobie. i just- i just was thinking. about stuff."

"people who're fine ain't break down the second they get a hug," he pointed out. "so spill."

it took you thirty minutes to get through it all. to show him the texts, to let him see how pathetic you had been. why couldn't you have done it with more authority? with more confidence? it was your relationship too. was, at least.

"i'm proud of you."

the words had your head snapping up to look at hobie, who was staring straight back at you. indeed, pride shone in his eyes. he set your phone down on the bed, reaching for you instead.

"you shouldn't be," you muttered. "i should've used the text you drafted."

hobie snorted, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. "really? you'd have used my little old text?"

draft: i aint got time or patience for a flake like you. used to love you, now im breaking up with you. id say nice to know you but its more of a waste.

"probably not," you admitted with a huff of a laugh. "i just- i dunno. i wish i could have stood up for myself. like, properly defended myself from the beginning."

"you learned," hobie said, rubbing his hand over your back. "you ain't gonna get it right first time, angel."

"i guess."

quiet blanketed the two of you - nothing like the tense, uncomfortable silence that had blanketed your and noah's calls; no, this silence was easy. comfortable. you could feel yourself beginning to be pulled into sleep, nestled against his form.

"love." you groaned. "love," hobie said again. "can i ask you something?"

you flipped him off and burrowed into him, making a mental note to wash your sheets in the morning. "what's up?"

he was quiet for a moment. then; "do you.. do you miss him?"

the question had you stiffening. no. no, you would never miss him again. there was nothing to miss. it had been painful, almost every minute of it.

"no," you said, your answer resolute. "absolutely not."

hobie heaved a sigh - was that relief? - and tightened his hold around you. "good. good," he said, brushing a kiss to your shoulder. "then i'm takin' you out tomorrow, dove, 'cause you deserve a break."

"what?" you asked, pulling back to face him- oh, his face was so close. his gaze dipped, then returned to your eyes, and you felt heat sear across your cheeks. "i'm- i'm not in any state to go out, hobie."

"deal with it," he said stubbornly, tucking you against his chest, laying down with you, and pulling the blanket up to wrap around the two of you. "you can complain afterwards. just let me take care of my person."

you were both quiet until hobie cursed as he realized he'd let something slip.

"i'm your someone?" you asked. "hobie-"

"shut up or i'll tickle you," he threatened.

".. you wouldn't."

hobie pulled away to lean over you, his gaze intense. "in the morning, dove, you're gonna get dressed up. you're gonna shower. i'm gonna take you out. and i'll explain anything you want then. okay?"

the intensity of his gaze had you feeling shy. you jerked your chin in a nod, which seemed to satisfy hobie.

his lips pressed against your forehead. "good. now sleep," he said. "and tomorrow, you have a hot date."

this is the last one, i'm thinking - might do an epilogue, but we'll see.

thank you to all you wonderful people for your patience and for sticking around. i hope this was at least a decent wrap-up for my little extended one-shot.

some fun facts!

the texts included in this - except for the draft - were actual texts literally copy pasted from my breakup with my ex, noah. we dated from nov 2 2022 to mar 12 2023 (i have a weird knack for remembering dates okay) and it was my first relationship, and therefore what inspired this entire series.

the first part was released on a vacation with my ma and my sis where i was being very reminiscent and felt like taking a dive into the past.

the second part was released a month after my second ex (sep 6 2023 to jun 16 2024) dumped me (over text, crazy karma) and was my way of starting the healing process - the texts in part ii are inspired by my second relationship, but it mainly follows the actions of my first one.

and now, part iii, i am releasing after my brother yelled at me and an altogether exhausting day.

again, thank you all so much for your patience and for joining me on this little journey of healing. if you did want an epilogue definitely let me know - hopefully i won't have to wait for a big bad thing to happen before i post that, too 😭

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