Punk! (Hobie x Reader)

Going Underground

  I'm not going to sleep tonight. I'm working on my look.

  I've always wanted to do a punk look. I've always wanted to do any look besides business casual.

  I chuckle as I look at inspo on my Pinterest.

  I'll keep the black hoodie and face mask.

  Maybe I'll just add eyeliner. "Fuck yeah," I whisper.

  Maybe I should wear shorts. Jeans are too hot. Jordan's are way cleaner than the dress shoes I wear every day.

  I'm going shopping tomorrow.

  And I do.

  When I'm back home, Dad is in meetings and being his natural homophobic, sexist self.

  Disgusting.

  "Hey hun, you eat this morning?"

  "Yeah, went shopping, gonna take a nap now, don't look for me," I sigh, finishing my journey through the house.

  I lay out my new clothes along with the gadgets Riotheart gave me.

  Oh, about her. Did I tell you she's a fucking genius!? All of them! Like tech savvy type.

  I hop around my room gathering items with all my excitement.

  "How did this all happen in one night!?"

  "It didn't,"

  "AHH!!"

  My watch was speaking to me.

  "Chill, sis, it's just me."

  "Ri?" I ask. Her voice for sure.

  "It didn't happen all in one night, you've been helping us out since last year. We just couldn't find you," she says.

  "Yeah, I guess that makes sense... um, what- how are we talking?" I grab the watch.

  "You pushed the button,"

  "What bu—."

  "On the bottom of the watch? Be careful with the tech, I thought I explained it well enough last night. Hob— Spider-punk is coming to get you tonight, be ready. We've got a lot of explaining to do,"

  I nodded.

  Oh!

  "Okay, I'll be ready." I smile.

  "Peace."

  Eeeeeeee!

  Alright back to work.

  I strap on fabrics for the 'gadgets' and fix everything into its place. I play with the eyeliner until I find the right fit.

  "Hot. Shit," I 360 in the mirror.

  I imagine myself actually on stage with the band.

  Guitar.

  Drums.

  Mic.

  It's too bad I can't play. Maybe I'll learn?

  Night comes.

  Excitement rages in my chest.

  I'm going to see Punk... my heart pumps.

  Huh?

  My heart pumps?

  I guess he's pretty cool, but I haven't even seen his face... it's not like I have a crush on him like some middle schooler.