Punk! (Hobie x Reader)

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-CHERRY BOMB!

I woke up before him, so I give him a nudge. "Good afternoon," and I get up to start on breakfast. I'm just feeling productive this morning, this ain't routine.

Nothing we do is really routine.

"Dat smells good," he groans, still lying down.

"Hell yeah," I shrug. "I've been meaning to ask you something..."

There is a certain tone established for serious conversations once you've become close with someone.

That serious tone was the one I was using now.

"Alrigh'" he sat up now, his body half covered by the comforter, but enough exposed for me to have to look away to stay on topic.

"Don't you still have business in the multiverse—or whatever?" I ask, pouring the whisked eggs onto the pan now that I've finished the pancakes.

"No," he starts to stretch.

I don't look. I flip the eggs.

"Why?" He asks.

"I don't know... it seems like you just left so abruptly."

"Abruptly?"

I look at him and he's looking at me like I'm crazy.

I laugh because, "What?"

He's so cute.

"Two months is abrupt?"

"What?" I start to feel the tone coming back. Two months is... isn't right.

I can feel my expression changing. Like I'm about to cry? Wtf? Nah, nah, nah. I put the eggs on the plate and turn off the stove.

I look back up at Hobie and he's putting his fit on with a concentrated face. Concentrating on his thoughts. Still hasn't answered my 'What'. "Hobie?"

"Yeh, how long were you away, bird?"

"I don't know, I just... I don't know."

"'Ey, baby." He sounds worried. I'm breaking.

"I'm okay," I turn to the counter behind me. (It's a fairly small kitchen).

"Baby," and he's coming into the kitchen.

"I need to see my Dad," I sigh, trying to mask it all, but I'm not very good at it.

I feel his arms fold around me.

"I'll come wit' 'ou," he says, rubbing my back. "You haven't been ou' of da house in a bit."

I nod. Ohhh reader I swear I'm not a bitch... I'm not, I'm not, I'm not. But he's so warm and has a certain morning glow (although it's noon). And it's enough to make anyone want to let all their weight fall onto him in all safety.

But am I safe? And how long after my father is gone will I be?