#supported by the lovely hobie gang

[whaliiwatching]

noir ideas…

[luvstarrstruck]

Dating headcannons |E!1610 Miles Morales|

Pairing: Miles Morales x Female!reader

A/n: OMG!! TY TO ALL THE PPL THAT SUPPORT ME AND MY FANFICSSSS! I JUST STARTED LIKE NOT EVEN A WEEK AGO AND IM ALREADY GETTING SO MUCH LOVE😆😆

ع˖⁺ ☁⋆ ୭ 🕊.⋆｡⋆ ༶ ⋆˙⊹☁♡🦋ع˖⁺ ☁⋆ ୭ 🕊.⋆｡⋆ ༶ ⋆˙⊹☁♡

With Miles being your boyfriend, you have to expect him to take you on one of a kind dates. He loves to impress you with dates that he came up with himself.

This sweetie will get so nervous if any touching other than hand holding happens, and don't even get me started on kissing.

When you two had your first kiss this baby was so nervous, he didn't wanna mess anything up.

From when you two first started dating, till now, you can say that miles has definitely got more comfortable with you.

He likes to call you nicknames, but in Spanish, Especially when flirting with you when he's bold enough.(Ex. Mi amor, Hermosa, Princesa, mi ángel.)

If you want to cuddle him, HE WILL GO ABSOLUTELY FERAL. He loves having you laying on his chest or vice versa. You two would just be so cute cuddling on the couch or in the bed. Somehow everytime you cuddle miles, y'all's legs get all tangled up together. No one knows how it happens.

I imagine that you and the crew (Miles, Gwen, Pav and hobie) hang out basically every day, whether it be swinging around from building to building in someone's universe, Going out to eat, walks at the park or anything honestly. Anything you do with the gang, miles will have you wear his jacket so people can know that your his.

On occasions when you're not with everyone and it's just you and Miles, you two will sit on the roof of the tallest building and watch as the sun sets. Miles always said the lighting makes you look perfect, You two stare into each other's eyes before sharing a passionate kiss.

ع˖⁺ ☁⋆ ୭ 🕊.⋆｡⋆ ༶ ⋆˙⊹☁♡🦋ع˖⁺ ☁⋆ ୭ 🕊.⋆｡⋆ ༶ ⋆˙⊹☁♡

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Tag list ! @zalayni @jrrantss @pixqlsin @kairiscorner @k4tsu3 @fictarian @asmobeuses

[jtkys]

Could u do hcs for platonic affection with spideygang and aroace reader 🥺?

(I just wanna give them kisses on the cheeks and foreheads bc they’re like precious friends😭)

𝐨𝐟𝐜 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭/𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 (づ￣ ³￣)づ

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐲𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟!!

✩☆ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂!𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐘𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐗 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ☆✩

(𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐲𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐰𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞, 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐯𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛 \(^ヮ^)/)

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐜𝐬!! (≧◡≦)

⋆⁺₊⋆“ 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞����𝐝, 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. ,,⋆⁺₊⋆

★ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰...

⋆⁺₊⋆𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬⋆⁺₊⋆

Miles and Gwen live in a generation where being part of the lgbtq+ is a lot more accepted and normalised, so when he finds out you’re aroace, he fully supports you. He’s the guy who will happily go to pride with you and try his best to understand what’s its like to be you and to be aroace, and have that as a part of your identity. I headcanon personally that miles is bi, so he gets it (kinda). He and you are the ones that go out and spray paint, sitting on rooftops stargazing, drawing together and etc. he’s prolly one of the most affectionate in a friendly way out of the spidey gang. He’s naturally empathetic- he will always give you a hug or platonic forehead kisses when you need it. He lets you vent and talk about your feelings whenever, he’s truly an amazing friend. Hes easy to talk to and hes not judgemental, rio and jeff raised him to be respectful and open minded- so thats what he is. He makes you feel safe and welcomed. If anything ever happens, you know his parents apartment is where you can go- his parents love you, too.

⋆⁺₊⋆𝐠𝐰𝐞𝐧⋆⁺₊⋆

Just like miles (see above) she’s in a generation where being lgbtq+ is much more accepted- and as soon as she finds out, or you tell her, she’s immediately proud of you and your identity- and she will kick the asses of anyone who dares speak negatively about you because of it. She’s got a “protect trans kids” flag on her wall, so she definitely supports you fully. I personally headcanon that she’s a trans lesbian/bisexual (haven’t decided yet) and has a lot of internalised anger from that , so if you’re ever angry about something or other, she’s the girl you go to. She knows how to get the anger out healthily, and she wants you to be safe if you’re beating the shit out of something. She probably takes you to rage rooms, skyscraper hangouts and cute cafés around the city. She (and Hobie) are the ones you get up to the most shenanigans with. She’s your go-to girl if you wanna sneak out- shes not as empathetic as miles, but she cares about you a lot and she’s not against hugging you, stroking your hair and cuddling, etc. she’s there when you need to be angry, or open.

⋆⁺₊⋆𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞⋆⁺₊⋆

He’s a little bit older than gwen and miles (he’s canonically 19-20 in the movies) but he’s still in the same generation, AND he’s punk so he’s really, really accepting. He would LOVE going to pride and pride marches, especially if it’s for you. He probably (aside from gwen) gets into the lost trouble with you, sneaking out, going for late night swings and terrorising fascists and cops together, that’s his kinda thing to do with you. And he knows that he’s with you to keep you safe, so that’s good too!! He will also, like gwen, kick the shit out of anyone who decides to be homophobic to you or is rude to you about being aroace. He canonically let’s gwen stay at his place when she’s struggling with her dad, let’s her wear his shoes, gives her the goddamned WATCH that she’s gonna use to save miles, helps miles out almost the whole movie, so he’s always looking out for his friends. He’ll do the same for you, you’re his best mate. Also when you’re with him, nobody’s gonna fuck with you. Nobody wants to fuck about with you when you’re with a 6’3+ (with platforms) that’s covered in spikes and sharp things. He’s not as affectionate as the others, but he gives amazing hugs and know how to calm you down. He’s your #1 supporter, and he’s also the most likely to sit down with you and let you vent, even if you get mad.

⋆⁺₊⋆𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐯𝐢𝐫⋆⁺₊⋆

He’s a really sweet guy, and he also supports you a ton. I headcanon that he’s straight and an ally, but he probably enjoys pride and is the lost lively when at pride out of all of them. Gives MAJOR supportive bestie vibes- he’s in the same generation as miles and Gwen so he’s a lot more adjusted to queer people and etc, and his grandmother definitely taught him to be open minded and respectful- so that’s what he is. He doesn’t really get up to many shenanigans and whatnot, but he’s not allergic to fun. He probably does art with you; teaches you about his culture (and you do the same with your culture) takes you out on swings with him, and etc. he’s also pretty affectionate, like miles, so he’ll hug you and comfort you when necessary. If you vent about any negative emotions, be warned, he may cry. He’s empathetic like miles, and family means a lot to him, and you’re like family to him. And realistically, nobody wants to see their family upset. He’ll make you chai (NOT CHAI TEA CHAI MEANS TEA!!!!! YOU’RE SAYING “TEA TEA”!!!!!!!!) and sit down to talk to you about how you’re feeling, explaining that he’s always gonna be there for u. He’s a sweetheart <3

⋆⁺₊⋆𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛 ⋆⁺₊⋆

He’s not a part of gen z and not as used to lgbtq+ related things, but as SOON as you come out to him, he’s immediately hugging you and crying about how he supports you and is proud of you and glad you could share that part of yourself with him. I mean his officially a dad in atsv, and he sees the gang as his kids, so he’s like a proud and supportive dad 24/7. It takes him a while to remember all the labels and identities and etc, but he’s trying super hard!! He really is. Hes also very likely to let you vent to him, he’s like your personal therapist. If you ask him to come with you to pride, he’d be overjoyed and be celebrating the whole time you were there. Yk those parents of lgbtq kids at pride who give out free hugs to peoples who’s family don’t accept them? That’s Peter right there. He’s probably least likely to support your shenanigans, he says it’s dangerous and you shouldn’t be putting yourself in dangerous situations like that. He knows you’re a teenager though, so he kinda understands. doesn’t mean he wants you to do it though, it’s just because he cares. If anyone talks shit cause you’re aroace, they better prepared to have the LIFE lectured out of them. Affection wise- he’s always up to comfort you and hug you, he gives dad hugs. He’s just a sweet guy who sees you as his kid and wants the best for you <3

𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫.. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩, 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬 😭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬!! 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞!! 💕

(づ￣ ³￣)づ

[quartzalynlove]

The Plan

Summary: Pav, Gwen, and Miles set you and Hobie up to get together

Pairing: hobie brown x black fem reader

A/n: this might be my fav one

You and Hobie were getting on the gang’s nerves. It had been a month and some change that you had a painfully obvious crush on Hobie, but he was painfully oblivious about it. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr could hardly stand watching you and Hobie interact anymore. You were too shy to confess, and Hobie couldn’t take a hint to save his life. As a solution, they devised a plan.

Above the floors of the spider society, the guys and Gwen took vantage points below where they had strategically placed you. It was a low traffic day in headquarters which meant Hobie could take all of the loose tech he wanted. You came to the spot where you expected to find Gwen, but there was only the anarchist stuffing his pockets.

“Hobie, hey. You seen Gwen around? She wanted to meet me here.”

Honestly, you had it bad for Hobie. His style, his creativity, and that accent, you were captivated by it. And he was such a genuine and supportive person, but it was clear that the two of you were just friends.

Without looking up, Hobie answered. “Nah, ain’t seen her, mate.”

“Oh,” you looked around the room before deciding to stay in case she came. “She’s probably on her way.”

There was a sizable distance between you and Hobie, and you decided to keep it that way. Leaned against a wall, you couldn’t help watching Hobie inspect and steal different parts. You wondered what he was going to make next. Whatever it was, it was sure to be amazing. You debated on making small talk. Admittedly, you were close to giving up on whatever you wanted between you and Hobie, but part of your attraction still had some fight left. What would the harm be?

“What’s that for?” you asked, trying not to dart your eyes away as Hobie turned to look at you.

Hobie inspected the parts in his hand before he gave a shrug, “Not sure yet.” Was all he said before continuing to scavenge for more tech.

As your lips pressed together and you folded your hands in front of you, Pavitr pinched the bridge of his nose from the ceiling above.

“I’m about to go down there.” He whispered.

Gwen was quick to protest. “Don’t. They need to do this themselves.”

Pavitr sighed. “I love Hobie, but he’s looking like a lost cause.”

“Gwen’s right.” Mile’s chimed in. “Let’s just see how it goes.’

You stayed quiet for a bit, every conversational topic that came to your head being dumb, but in that time, Gwen never showed. Finally, Hobie was done stealing parts; you turned away as fast as you could before he noticed you staring. Your eyes stared at the ground, but he suddenly felt talkative as he crossed paths with you on the way out.

“You alright, Y/N?” He asked, concerned.

It felt nearly impossible to meet Hobie’s gaze, but you managed, fiddling with your fingers as you spoke. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Unfortunately, Hobie wasn’t convinced. Arching his brow, he pushed further. “You sure? You look nervous.”

“Nah, I’m fine.” You smiled, shaking your head.

Hobie believed you that time and hummed before dapping you up and heading out of the room. You watched as you let him get away again before shaking your head in your hand.

The gang commented quietly from the ceiling.

“Damn,” Mile’s frowned.

Gwen just gave a simple sigh, and Pavitr’s heart broke for you as he still tried to cheer you on.

“Come on, Y/N, say something.”

You still saw Hobie through your fingers, and as you continued to watch him walk, words bubbled up into your throat. The words you would always think but never had the guts to say. The last bit of hope in you was on a kamikaze mission; it wouldn’t die without seeing what the possibilities could be.

You called out to him, and the crowd on the ceiling watched in awe with wide eyes. Hobie turned around and walked a few steps toward you.

“Yeah, what’s up?

It didn’t dawn on you how real it was then. Your heartbeat quickened as Hobie stood there in front of you. Somehow, thanks to some divine power, you found the words to say. You couldn’t look at Hobie, and your hands shook as you said them, but you did it.

“Do you wanna go out sometime?”

Your words took Hobie by surprise; he had never seen you so nervous. All this time, he genuinely had no idea that you had feelings for him, but it was clear that you probably did for a while; he felt a little dumb for not noticing. You were a really nice girl in his eyes; you were always ready and willing to help others, and although you could be a bit quiet you had an insanely creative mind. On top of it all, you were pretty too. Hobie couldn't quite place why your brown eyes seemed different under the glow of the fluorescents above. He watched you for a moment before finally speaking.

"You mean like a date?" He asked.

Pavitr was at his last straw, "What else could she mean?" He whisper shouted.

Gwen and Miles were quick to shush him, and Pavitr grit his teeth as his arms crossed.

Forcing your eyes to meet Hobie’s, you gave a small smile. Did your lips always look that soft? And your thick hair, did it always frame your face so beautifully? It was like Hobie was seeing you for the first time, and you were gorgeous.

You clarified, shyly. "Yeah…like a date."

For the first time, Hobie was speechless. No thoughts formed in his mind but a rush of sensations flooded his system, causing a smile to form on his face as he answered.

"Sure," he said. "There's a place you might like in my dimension."

The watchers from the rafters nearly lost it as Hobie's words echoed up and the widest smile appeared on your face. It took Pavitr everything in his power not to scream, and Gwen nearly shook Miles to death with her arm wrapped around him.

The excitement from above set off you and Hobie's spidey senses, and you both looked up to see the teenagers in a row on the ceiling.

"Gwen?" You yelled, taking them out of their burst of serotonin.

The three froze before Gwen made peace sign, her arm still around Miles.

"Hi." She said awkwardly.

Miles followed. "Sup."

And lastly Pavitr shouted. "I'm so happy for you guys!"

Realizing that you were never meant to meet with Gwen and they had set the two of you up to get together, you and Hobie started to laugh. What were you going to do with those kids?

[one-green-frog]

Post Surgery Cuddles

Hobie x ftm!reader

Fluff

Thank you for requesting anon, and sorry this took so long as you know tumblr isnt really nice to me rn :)

Y/N spent the day sitting on the couch and being pampered by Hobie, his lovely boyfriend. Just a few days ago, he finally got his top surgery, after many long nights working overtime and saving like a mad man. Hobie, the supportive boyfriend that he is, also occasionally contributed to the funds and Y/N luckily decided not to comment on the not so legally acquired money. Right now Hobie is in the kitchen preparing a neal for both of them, the surgery was draining for both of them. He was worried that soemthign might go wrong during it, but luckily Y/N came out drowsy and disoriented .

"They took my boobs" will forever be ingrained in Hobie's mind, and nothing will stop him at reminding his boyfriend of the many, many embarassing things he said while doped up on pain medication.

Y/N couldn't wish for a better partner in life, Hobie always prioritized him, he even "neglected" his Spider-man duties for him. The pre-surgery anxiety really hit him hard and he is so thankful that Hobie stayed with him all the time. Late night movies that turned into a cuddle session, home-cooked meals that turned into an eating contest, it didn't matter, Hobie was always there to take his mind off of any bad thoughts.

While this was great for Y/N you needed all the support and kind words Hobie offered his absence in a certain HQ caused some troubles. Especially for Miguel. But let's be honest, Hobie wouldn't care what Miguel thinks of him, his boyfriend needed him and that was all he could think about. Although he did forget to mention his leave to a certain group of spider-teens, who decided to take matters into their own hands.

Miles, Gwen and Pavitr all came to Hobie's dimension and started to look for him at their usual meet-up spots, but unfortunately they couldn't find him anywhere. As they ran out of places to look, Pav suggested tracking his watch, Miles was hesitant at first but he didn't have a better idea and they wanted to make sure that Hobie was actually alright. When they pinned down his location and arrived they weren't expecting to look through an apartment window at a romantic Hobie spoon feeding who was presumably his partner.

Sensing some eyes on them, both Hobie and Y/N turned to look out the window and saw 3 pairs of eyes looking back at them. Not wanting to force them to stick on the wall outside, Hobie opened the window for the teens to crawl inside. They stood there, embarrassed for being caught, but also glad that Hobie was still alive and well, the uncomfortable silence growing larger by the second as Hobie just sat down next to his partner again, a smug look on his face.

"Sooo.... uh, we didn't mean to..to interrupt you two, " Miles said awkwardly, removing his mask. "We were just worried since you didn't show up... for quite some time, 0" Gwen chimed in, all the while Pavitr used the time to admire the appartement and talk about how great it was decorated.

"Sorry, but my boyfriend here needed mew and thinking that my sudden absence would also piss of Miguel I killed two birds with one stone. Although I did seem to forget to tell you lads. "

Realizing that Hobie was alright while also hinting for them to leave so he could spend some quality time with his boyfriend, the teens left. Through the window.

Finally getting the peace and quiet back into the apartment, Hobie began to tell Y/N some stories about the gangs adventures while feeding Y/N, who still persisted that he didn't need that much help. The rest of the day was spent with his and cuddles and the occasional pill when the pain from the surgery intensified.

Again I'm sorry this took me so long to finish, i hope you like it.

[ushis-gushy]

Hear me out

Picture this:

(Also sorry if anyone’s personality is wrong. My brain gave me a rush of ideas and I wanted to write something down)

After the whole saving Mile’s dad thing had happened (idk how it just is), Gwen and Miles talk things out in their relationship. It turns out Miles confused admiration for his friend with affection/love, and they end up being friends still. Over the time, the spider gang (Gwen, Miles, Hobie, and Pavitr) gotten closer. They’ve traveled to each others universe, staying/sleeping over at said universe, and stealing/borrowing each other’s clothing. Thanks to Hobie making his own specialized watches. Miles starts falling in love with Hobie first. He loves the sound of Hobie playing his guitar whenever the gang just needed a time of silence and peace. He fell in love with Hobie’s personality. His smirk. His smile. His everything. And then he fell in love with Pavitr. He loved how kind he was. How passionate he was about certain things (cough cough “it’s just chai not chai tea” cough cough). Not to mention his hair! Miles doesn’t know it’s ok to crush on two people at the same time but his bestie, Gwen is there to convince him it’s fine. 

It’s been awhile and Gwen is just a supportive pillar for Miles to trust and talk to. She hears his multiple rants about Pavitr and Hobie. (Miles: Gwen they are so fine I just- *grabs a pillow and screams in it Gwen: *sweatdrops)

She has tried to convince Miles to confess, but Miles denys saying Hobie is into Gwen (even tho she, herself, said that they weren’t like that) and Pavitr is still dating Gayatri (which he is but Gayatri is fine with an open relationship if it keeps the other happy (goes both ways))

Awhile ago, Hobie and Pavitr are just hanging out at Hobie’s universe when it suddenly came out that he was into the other male. Hobie was fine with it, but he admits that he also liked Miles. Pavitr looks surprised but he just gasps and jumps up yelling, “omg I do too!” They both then came out to Gayatri that they were dating and she was chill about it. They also simultaneously agreed to give little hints to Miles that they were into him, but Miles being oblivious sometimes, thinks it was just  a friendly gesture. 

Currently, the whole gang plus Gayatri (who, yes, has a watch as well) are hanging out in Mile’s universe. Everyone was doing something. Pavitr was walking around with his imaginary dog tail wagging around fast. Hobie and Gwen tailing behind him talking. And Miles and Gayatri having a conversation. During the walk around his universe, Miles flet a bit worried as Gayatri was staring intently at him not saying anything for awhile. She blinks and then says, “You like Pavitr don’t you?” Miles turned into a strawberry and shook his head no, “No! Nope! Just good old friends! Haha!” It’s no surprise she just gave him a blank stare. Miles sighed knowing he could not run away from this said, “Yes, who wouldn’t? (He’s just so fine 🤧)” She looked away from Miles and looked at Pavitr, “I get it. Also you do know that I’m fine with you dating him as well.” Miles was confused and surprised and before he could question her on what she said his phone rung. (Ay~, Ay~, Ay~, I’m your little butterfly 😌)

He quickly picked it up and he’s met with the voice of his roommate, Ganke.  (Ganke: what’s up bestie 😩 Miles: what’s up! 😙 (If only…))

They talked for a few, turns out Ganke had found a cool event, open to the public, where it was a fair full of music, art, and mini games. There also was an event that allowed people to draw or graffiti on a wall. At the end, Ganke said he was going to terrorize children now and Miles thanked Ganke and said that he’d be there soon and to stay out of trouble for now. Ganke sarcastically said, “Ok, Love you, mom” (cause why not?) And Miles smiled, rolling his eyes and said, “Love you too” and hung up

Pavitr and Hobie heard that and got jealous. Gwen asked, “Who’s that?” Miles responded, “Ganke, he found a cool fair/event happening right now and invited us.” Gayatri nodded and looked excited, “Oh fun! Will there be games?” Miles nodded and led them to the venue.

Pavitr and Hobie looked at each other and decided to confess to Miles before this Ganke fella fully stole him away from them. 

I have so many ideas, lemme know if you want a part 2

[fictarian]

𝐇𝐢𝐦 <𝟑 . ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐏𝐭. 𝟒

ღ We’re already at 700+ likes on this account… TYSM FOR THE SUPPORT RAHHHH

ღ Honestly gang, might make the ‘Him’ series a series only about Hobie, so I can make my future master list easier to write 😈

ღ Anyways… here’s some headcannons for the reader while they’re crushing on Hobie (reader is in Hobie’s band cause yes)

ღ Credits to @jrrantss, for having an absolutely adorable love life and blessing me with the details of it

ღ Previous part is here !

:: Hobie fucking Brown, when he taught you how to string a guitar but you ended up staring at him the whole time and failed to remember a single word he said in the end

:: Hobie fucking Brown, when he said he lost his guitar pick and you were determined to find it

:: Hobie fucking Brown, when you find and give back his guitar pick but his hand lingers on yours for a couple seconds too long and causes goosebumps to run up your arm

:: Hobie fucking Brown, when you two steal glances from one another while you both are practicing for an upcoming concert and you can’t help but feel your heart race as his low and raspy voice becomes all that you can hear

:: Hobie fucking Brown, when you’re nervous about the next gig and he soothingly places his large hand on your soldier, saying “S’alright luv, it’s not like you ‘aven’t done sum like this before”

:: Hobie fucking Brown, when you say ‘smile!’ while taking a picture with the band after the concert and he actually smiles, meeting your gaze through the phone screen and causing you to nearly forget to take the picture

:: Hobie fucking Brown, when he lets you sit so close to him (practically on his lap) while he teaches you a particularly hard note and all you can register is his warm breath hitting your ear and how quickly your heart was beating

:: Hobie fucking Brown, when you catch him staring down at the ring he gave you with a soft smile on his face

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[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Summary: Miguel makes a horrible mistake while trying to find the rogue Spider-gang.

A goth!reader x Hobie Brown/ a hint x Miguel too :3c

Reader is pronoun-less but does wear a dress and makeup

Warnings: Violence

Part 1? (Will link to part 2 if I continue this)

It was with some apprehension you peaked round the corner of your door. You'd grown accustomed to Hobie's strange life. In one second and gone the next, with a parade of strange and amazing people needing help.

Some were locals, friends of friends that were down on their luck and needed a sofa to crash on. Other's were... odd. Like the young lady he brought back. Shy at first, with scuffed ballet shoes, an odd costume and sad eyes. She opened up over her time crashing with you, though never with any specifics. Gwen, no last name. An American struggling with her father. The bridge didn't seem burned so you'd often nudge her to try with him, though she brushed those comments off.

She took up drums in Hobie's band and you'd often join them for practice. Sitting drawing on the amps as they played, gently humming along. She became a regular in your home and you loved her like a little sister.

You'd grown very fond of her stories of life across the pond and her little 'friend'. He sounded like an amazing kid, brave, smart, kind. He put you in mind of a certain other kid you'd known as a teen. The crush she had was obvious and you grew to hope she'd be with this boy again soon.

Your own love life was too tragic and you felt vicarious frills though her blushing blustering. You still held a torch for a certain lanky punk living in your guest room. You'd inherited the flat after a grandparent passed and used the space to help your community best you could.

You'd re-met Hobie Brown in a club and were smitten. A mutual friend introduced him as their couch surfer. By the end of the night you were joint at the hip again and he was staying in that empty room.

You loved his addition in your life. He was supportive of your art and helped fend off creeps when you were out. Despite the closeness nothing was ever really said. He'd be all over you one day, then curt the next. Still it was everything to even be his friend... you hoped you were his friend at least.

He'd acted a little off the last couple of days, tense since Gwen had left. You'd suspected it was just lost sleep from taking the sofa while she was here but it lingered.

Then he grumbled to himself about Miles, worrying about the kid. Miles was a name you recognized, Gwen's little crush. Was the kid in trouble? Did he need your help? You'd rounded the sofa, plopping down next to Hobie. The clatter of your jewellery normally heralded your arrival but he jumped at you this time.

"You're keeping an eye out for him right?" You asked, meeting his eyes for the first time in days. The bruised tone the skin took on shocked you. He must really be worried, not sleeping at all by the looks of him.

"Gwen's boy? Right?" You probed again. Hobie's eyes closed, a gentle smile breaking out across his face. In moments like this you remembered his modeling days. God he was gorgeous.

"Course I am." He beamed. You couldn't help but smile back, clapping his shoulder as you stood.

"Good. And you bring him here if he wants, he's always welcome." You added boots clomping back towards your kitchen. You watched his back over the counter as he strode into his room. He looked over his shoulder at the last step, saluting you with two fingers to his temple. Then the door closed, leaving you alone .

For a moment the flat shook, less secure items drifting into the air before clattering back down. You heaved a sigh, shifting to tidy up. He was gone.

For months you both had avoided the topic. He'd given excuses at first but you'd spied the suit under his clothing too often to not know. Still he didn't explain and you couldn't bring yourself to pry. He was spider-man, that much you were sure. Whatever those portal things he and Gwen used were a mystery. You wondered how much he thought you knew sometimes but with the state of the UK at the time you could hardly dwell on things.

It was days again before you saw him, gawking as a whole group of Spider costume clad folk came tumbling out his room. You froze, spoon in mouth at the procession. Still wrapped in a towel, hair soaking from your shower. Spider-folk of all shapes, a baby and... was that a pig?

"Y/n! Hi... um... we...." Gwen fumbled forwards, a tall kid in a black costume trailing after her. You noted their locked hands, one piece of the puzzle coming together for you.

"Miles!" You beamed, swallowing and placing the bowl down. He was taller than you'd expected but the nervous look about him was just as she'd described. You looked the kid over, he was pretty beat up. In fact they all looked worse for wear.

"God Gwen what happened to you lot?" You fretted, turning Miles to get a better look at his scrapes. "Damn let me get the kit." You turned but Hobie caught your hands. He held them, a panicked look written across his face.

"Y/n, I can't explain right now but things are bad, we gotta..." He spoke quickly. Your eyes focused on his hands engulfing your own, he was so close. Sure you'd sat by him before, been pressed up to his chest in crowded pubs and shows but this felt different.

When your eyes darted up to his you noticed the blood trickling from a gash on his brow. The piercing just narrowly escaping the carnage. Your fingers slipped from his hand to hover by the wound.

"The tension!" You heard a boy speak to your left but were too focused on Hobie's serious expression and injury.

You felt your lip tremble a little before the blood drop drifted up. The tell tale shake and gravity change of another portal opening.

"Bathroom now!" You and Hobie barked in unison, coming apart. The Spider-folk, Gwen and him rushing to the door. Miles hesitated to nod to you before being tugged through and the door being slammed.

You fumbled back to your room just in time for the portal opening in your kitchen. You peaked out, a man stood there. Tall, broad and predatory. His eyes darting around the room, locking on the bathroom door.

No!

You stumbled out into the room, hand still gripping your towel, feigning surprise but hiding the fear.

"Oh hey!" You plastered a grin to your face. God you wished you'd have had a minute to get dressed this morning. You had a fair idea who this might be. Gwen and Hobie had complained and joked about this... boss? Miguel, a towering figure with a chip on his shoulder.

"Miguel right?" You engaged again, his attention seemed to have drifted more to you now anyway. He crossed by the bathroom door to stand closer in your living room. "Gimmie just a sec I wasn't expecting anyone yet."

You half shut the door, flinging a loose dress over your body. You couldn't risk leaving him too long in case he went investigating before the others found a way to leave.

Miguel found himself utterly confused at the situation. Sure he'd done a little probing into all the Spider-people he'd allowed into his confidence. You were Y/n, Hobie's MJ, so to speak. He'd only done a brief search, just enough to see you and find out Hobie hadn't told you much. Well so he thought anyway, now you seemed far more clued in.

You seemed too cheerful to really know him properly however. Maybe Hobie was smarter than he'd taken him for and come up with some false life to placate you. He was learning not to underestimate the guy more and more these days.

Miguel eyed photos littering the walls. Mainly of you and Hobie, a few with Gwen, he sneered at them. This punk who'd ruined everything. Miles would have never gotten away without his help, Gwen wouldn't have gotten back to him. Things would've been so much easier if he'd have never asked for his help. How was he to know that this talented Spider would turn out to be such a pain in his ass.

He turned, sensing your return before you popped back into view. The sight stunned him more, not even hearing whatever you were saying. He'd not looked so hard before but now his eyes were glued to you.

In all this time he'd never actually seen you without the heavy goth makeup. Or with your roots showing, a couple of centimeters of true hair colour. How had he not noticed before? Those eyes, he should have seen it sooner. You were the spitting image of his late wife. Just younger and darker dressed.

What a cruel joke the universe was playing on him. Of all the people to get to have you it had to be him. It wasn't fair, he didn't deserve you. Miguel tried to center himself, breathing heavily through his nostrils. God you even smelled the same.

"So... you're Hobie's boss right? He told me all about you, well not all, hardly anything actually... can I get you something?" You rambled, hair dripping onto the light dress.

You were jumping out your skin. Something about his aura was just, threatening? A predator primed to pounce. Then the way his eyes followed you, body stiff and un-moving as he observed you.

Christ you had to keep him stalled here, no telling if they'd made it out yet. Surely they'd have to use the portal thingy right? The strange watch Hobie had started wearing all those months back, right when the strangeness of your life was dialed up.

In an awful moment you spied it on the coffee table. Cursing in your mind you flicked your eyes back to the wall of towering muscle between you and it. He'd relaxed somewhat, eyes still burning into your own but no longer tensed.

Satisfied he wasn't about to pounce you brought the smile back to your lips, raising your brow as if to encourage him to talk. Like there was nothing wrong with having this giant figure dressed in a spider-man costume in your flat.

"Well Hobie's not checked in, worried about him you know?" He spoke, his voice gruff at first until he cleared it. He smiled at the end, an oddly charming look to him.

"Oh?" You hummed trying to make the walk over to the table as casual as possible. You bent gathering a scattering of papers you'd drawn on. You slipped the watch on top, pulling the bundle to your chest. "He seemed fine when he left this morning, sure he's not..."

You froze as you turned, voice catching in your throat as you turned back to a face-full of pecs. You stumbled back, clutching the hard lump to your breast as your breath began to quicken.

Miguel stalked after your retreating form. He'd suddenly become bashful at your bent form, the light linen unbeknownst to you giving him too much of a view of your rear. His eyes had flicked trying desperately to focus on anything else. They'd caught a light red stain on the hem, frowning with concern turned rage as he followed to your fingers on the paper.

A smear of red across it, the copper stink of that punk lingering there. He strode forward stopping short of you. What was he really going to do? He didn't want to threaten you. Still he knew Hobie had been here and recently by the freshness. He had to find out what you knew.

He hated the look of fear that flashed across your face, the way you stumbled over the table leg to back up but he couldn't stop. He stalked closer, matching every step back with his own pursuit. His strides were longer and in a matter of seconds he had you against the kitchen counter.

You stared up at the flaring nostrils, the bared teeth, fangs. A lump in your throat ached, your heart thundering against your chest. Gwen joked about him being a vampire, Count Hard-ass she'd laughed, making fangs of her fingers. It wasn't so funny now.

"Get away from her!" Hobie bellowed, the bathroom door flung clean of it's hinges as he burst out. Miguel whipped round and in that moment you flung the watch to him.

"Run!" You screeched, darting round Miguel in a second to attempt block him.

The sound of the portal opening rung out, the floor rattling worse than ever before. Paper, guitar picks, paints all drifted into the air. You could hear a commotion behind you. Shoes scuffling, pleading but you kept your eyes locked of Miguel.

He watched in a fury as Miles caught the watch and began to try escaping. His path was blocked though, your smaller frame darting in his way, keeping yourself between him and them. Enraged he growled, unwilling to barrel past you, locking eyes with Hobie.

Gwen and that black and white spider-man had him by the arms, attempting to drag him towards the rest of the group. He was pointing out over her head, right at Miguel. His face contorted with a rage he'd never seen on the guy. Still they made there way closer to their exit, Miles and the others already gone.

Miguel tried once more to round you but a pair of small arms wrapped around his waist. You screamed, forcing all your weight against him, desperate to delay him long enough.

Miguel froze, the memories of his you flashing through his mind. Your arms wrapped around him as he made breakfast. Groggy good mornings and kisses, you violently being ripped from him, the hole it'd left. Then the pain all over again when he lost the 2nd chance with you. The very future Hobie would bring you again by helping this anomaly.

He flung you aside and in an instant he realized his mistake, as his clawed hand raked across your face. The screams mixed, your pained screech, Hobie's yell, his own shout. Still it was too late they made it through, Hobie and his eyes still locked on your body as it hit the ground.

You crumpled against the floor, the blood splattering up white wall and against the wooden floor. Then the portal closed and everything fell.

In the sudden silence Miguel stared at your prone body on his knees. He glanced down at the bloodied claw, retracting them in.

"Y/n?" He tried, voice barely audible. He leaned forward into a crawl, shifting closer. How could he have done this, those idiots, if they'd have just listened to him! Why did they have to go dragging you into their mess.

His hand hovered unsteadily over your shoulder, your head lifted. Miguel swallowed hard at the deep scores against your face, just barely missing an eye. This was gonna be fine, he could take you back, the medical help in his world was the best, you'd be fine.

Bleary eyes refocused on his figure, hunkered down over you. You shrieked, scrambling back, hands coming up to clutch your face. You wailed curses at him between tears, begging him to leave.

Miguel rose, still on his knees watching you curl into a tight ball as far as you could get from him. "If you'd just let me..." he began.

"Get out!" You shrieked, a manic tinge to your voice. Miguel's heart sank, a sick feeling in his gut as he stood. He turned, stalking as far away as he could before opening the portal back to HQ. He took one last glance past the spilled paint and broken door. In all his time with different yous, he'd never seen you so afraid. He wanted to reach back out but he knew he couldn't, so he left.

Part 2??????

[spicypepperjack]

Spider-Gang DnD 5e Headcanons

I have this HC that Peter B. would run a Dungeons and Dragons campaign for the Spider-Gang, and I'd think they'd choose the following classes:

Miles: Cleric (Light Domain) or Paladin (Oath of Devotion) because he likes supporting/healing his friends and hitting things

Gwen: Barbarian (Path of the Storm Herald) or Monk (Way of the Ascendent Dragon) because she likes to let her fists to the talking

Hobie: Sorcerer (Wild Magic) due to how chaotic the class would be or Rogue (Arcane Trickster) because of how sneaky he is

Pav: Bard (College of Swords), because of course he would

Also, Gwen's and Miles' characters would inevitably fall in love with each other because they're THAT DnD couple.

(Bonus points if their characters have a height difference or smaller/bigger character dynamic.)

[jinconda]

Hustlers | 1

masterlist: TBA

pairing: Jungkook x Reader, (ft. Yoongi)

summary: When Jeongguk's girlfriend, Jihyo is taken by the Daechwita gang, everyone's friendships are tested as Jeongguk does anything in pursuit of getting her back. 

not so much a summary: im tired of weak, annoying y/n characters that are helpless and need jk to save them. that being said, reader is an explosive, temperamental, badass. jks girlfriend has the lovely title of being the annoying y/n.

warning: violence, I mean like some serious ass shit, killing left n right, graphic themes, dark themes, swearing

important note: play "nate growing up" by labrinth while reading / i deleted my account, saved this username in the case that i wanted to come back and boom boom who wouldve thought, here i am, this had chapters 1+2 in it, as you keep reading you’ll see the split, ty for ur support n once again i apologize for leaving without as much as a note

wc: (11.8k in total for both parts)

“They got Jeongguk’s girlfriend,” Yoongi said upon entering through the front door. He shrugged his bomber jacket off and tossed it onto the empty loveseat in the corner. The thump of the material hitting the chair caused you to avert your gaze: Yoongi’s forehead was covered in sweat, his hair spiraled in different directions and within one minute he’d checked his phone six times.

“They got what?”

“His lil girlfriend, y’know the lil goody two shoes he—“

“I fuckin’ know who, I’m asking how the fuck did they get her?” Taehyung stood from the couch, taking out a purple lighter from his back pocket and using it to light the blunt he finished rolling moments ago.

You tilted your head, not really sure why this was exactly your problem. Or why Jeongguk expected you guys to willingly come to rescue what he tried to keep so far away from all of you. He never talked about her, and when someone did bring her up he’d tell them to shut the fuck up and expect the subject to be changed without any further questions.

It had become an unspoken rule between the nine of you to completely avoid her presence when she was around. Jeongguk didn’t want any of you near her, which was incredibly fucking ironic since she was around during quite literally everything. There hasn’t been a time within the past eight months where you’d seen Jeongguk without her by his side.

Besides being Jeongguk’s girlfriend all you knew was that her name was Jihyo and she went to an Ivy— at least that’s what Taehyung told you. Jeongguk unwillingly entrusted him in dropping her off one morning, warning him to not speak a word to her or he’d cut his balls off. As usual, Taehyung didn’t give a shit about what Jeongguk told him. So, first thing he did in the car was ask the goody-two-shoes what she was majoring in. Law. She was studying to be a fuckin’ lawyer— how ironic. Taehyung laughed in her face.

“N’ where’s Jeongguk right now?”

Yoongi bent down grabbing the armrest of the loveseat he just threw his jacket on and hauled out the black briefcase you guys kept hidden in case of emergencies. Guess this was an emergency, then. “Going to get her. Joon, Rhea, and Hobi are already there. Seokjin n’ Jimin are waiting for us in the car.”

“Us?”

His hands fiddled with the lock for a moment, sweaty hands fighting the slippery metal. The locks eventually budged and opened with a pop, Yoongi grabbed one of the compact pistols and shoved it into the waistband of his jeans. He grabbed a similar pistol and threw it at Taehyung, who caught it with ease, joint held in place with his lips. His eyes locked onto yours and you raised a brow at him.

“Don’t be difficult,” he warned.

“Tell me why all of us need to be there.”

Yoongi groaned, he knew this was going to happen. When Jeongguk called him and uttered the words “They got her, Yoongs” he knew there was no way around this. They had no other choice, no negotiating, nothing. Jeongguk would fucking kill him if he didn’t haul you and Taehyung to the Daechwita house— pronto.

Truthfully, he didn’t even know Jihyo meant that much to Jeongguk. The first time he brought her to the house— sure, they were all surprised, really fucking surprised. Jeongguk didn’t bring girls to the house. But, that didn’t make her automatically special. Jeongguk could’ve just been high, fucked up, or maybe he didn’t wanna fuck in his car. He doesn’t know the details, never bothered to ask for them. But then he brought her over for a second time, and then a third, and then she was there when they made plans, she was there when they did business.

And Jeongguk was fucking impulsive. They tried to warn him, countless times. This girl wasn’t like you, or Rhea, she didn’t know how shit worked around here. Would she be able to kill someone if they pulled a gun on Jeongguk? Would she snitch to the fuckin’ police? Has she seen Jeongguk kill? Jeongguk didn’t care, didn’t fucking listen. Because to Jeongguk, he knows best, he’s the only one that's always right.

Quite honestly, he could kiss Yoongi’s left ass cheek right now because now they were all fucked. All of them. Jeongguk took her to one of his fights four days ago. One of his underground fights. It was an opening. She was a fucking opening for the rest of you to get fucked, all because Jeongguk was too fucking soft for some girl. He took her in backstage even though Yoongi begged to take her back to campus. No, no. Jeongguk said they’d be good. Because no one fucks with Jeongguk— another lie. Yoongi pushed it, kept persisting that she shouldn’t be allowed in. Then Jeongguk took his gun out, turned the safety off, and pointed it directly at him. Twelve years of friendship almost ended that day, all for a fuckin’ lil girl Jeongguk’s known for one year. Needless to say, Yoongi dropped it.

From what he gathered through Jeongguk’s rushed and rambled words over the phone, someone from Daechwita saw her go into Jeongguk’s dressing room. And just like that, years of hard work down the drain. Yoongi had almost laughed when Jeongguk said it. You’re a fucking idiot, Jeongguk. Not one of you had faltered publicly, shown a weakness. Don’t get him wrong, the other gangs were well aware that you guys could serve as weaknesses for one another, the problem with that is you all weren’t fucking weak. There was never an opening for the other gangs. Now though, there was. She was. She is. Daechwita struck fucking gold that night.

So here he was, annoyed and beyond pissed that his Saturday was now ruined. The one time in a fucking week where he could do whatever he wanted. No business, no drugs, no guns, nothing. He was planning on spending the weekend with his dog, Holly, who was recovering from a broken leg at his nanny. Yes, his dog had a nanny. He hasn’t seen Holly since Sunday, and fuck did he miss his furball. To add the cherry on top, you were starting to piss him off even more. He didn’t need this right now, it was the last fucking thing he needed— especially from you.

“Listen, she hasn’t done shit, she’s innocent, and we—“

“Hasn’t done shit? He pulled a fucking gun on you? Are you—”

“Alright alright, nows not the time to fight over this dumb shit. If we don’t go and something actually happens to her Jeongguk’s gonna kill us all.” Taehyung sighed, taking one last hit off the joint and then smushing it against the ashtray. “Is it ideal? Nah, it’s not. But we don’t have a choice, so grow the fuck up. Both of you,” he tucked the glock into the waistband of his trousers, his favorite pair of white Gucci underwear tugging down as the metal of the gun rubbed against his tanned skin, securing it into place.

You stood up too, adjusting your two favorite guns— a GSR Granite and a PK380— that were secured on either side the holster that hung from your shoulders. “Yeah, yeah, let’s help the princess,” you darted toward the coat rack, careful not to “accidentally” punch Yoongi on the way, and picked up the leather jacket Jeongguk gave you a few years back to hide your holster with. Not to mention it was mid-February and Long Island was cold as fuck, the last thing you wanted was frostbite.

When you swung the door open you could hear Yoongi sigh in relief, followed by him telling Taehyung to shove the suitcase under the loveseat again. You walked down the stairs, careful not to bust your shit on some black ice while simultaneously eyeing Seokjin who sat in the Cadillac SUV, the one you guys specifically used when shit went wrong. He immediately saw you, a tight smile formed on his face. He shook his head slowly. Looks like someone isn’t happy either.

You walked up to the car, grabbing the cold door handle of the backseat but changed your mind last minute to move to the passenger door instead. Fuck Yoongi, I’m getting shotgun.

“Hey!” You heard Yoongi yell from the top of the stairs, you raised your arm into the air and flicked him off, peeking over the hood of the car to make sure he saw. And see he did, you watched him roll his eyes and yell something to Taehyung again.

You slammed the door shut and slumped into the very heated chair, “Damn Jin, you got this thing at a hundred degrees? How is your ass that cold?”

“How badly did he piss you off?” Jimin asked from the backseat, a mischievous smile forming on his face. You shrugged, not bothering to answer but knowing damn well why you did it. Because you were being a petty little shit, because fuck Yoongi right now, and above all, because fuck Jeongguk. Next time you saw him you might actually take him by the balls and rip them right off his fucking body.

You didn’t want to help her. You didn’t feel like it. It was twelve degrees out for fucksake. You and Taehyung were supposed to get high and binge-watch season two of Kingdom on Netflix. Was she innocent and didn’t deserve to be taken against her will? Sure, that you can admit. But, you didn’t know her. Never talked to her. Didn’t care about her. Jeongguk suddenly wants you guys to help her? Possibly talk and actually touch her? Now that it’s convenient to have his “friends” there? The list goes on. You weren’t a complete bitch, though, you were here, weren’t you? That ought to account for something.

Yoongi didn’t comment on you taking his usual spot. He entered the car, followed by Taehyung and with a quickened pace he immediately dove into a sloppy word vomit. He went over the plan a total of six times before you guys even pulled out of the driveway. Was it a good, well-thought-out plan? Fuck no. Fuck no, it was not. Yoongi had put in about forty minutes of thought into it, thirty of which were immediately after Jeongguk hung up on him— the other ten he thought of while explaining the first thirty to the three of you.

Daechwita was hosting an annual birthday party for their leader, Cha Eunwoo. Not that any of you ever went, with the exception of three years ago. The one and only time you went turned out to be a truly scarring night. Sweaty, gross gang and mafia members all around you. Preying on you. You shuddered at the thought.

Why they would kidnap Jihyo tonight of all nights was beyond you. Your most reasonable conclusion was that there will be civilians, friends— non-gang affiliated individuals present. And who’s evil enough to shoot up a party full of innocent civilians? As of right now, you were eerily close to crossing that line.

Yoongi went over everyone's individual roles too. Jeongguk had notified Eunwoo that Joon, Hobi, and Rhea were coming with him, for safety measures, obviously. He however didn’t mention that the four of you will eventually show up too— no, that had to remain a secret. You and Yoongi would go in through the basement window in the backyard. The house was like twelve-thousand-square feet, so, there was no fucking way anyone would notice one single window shattering.

Taehyung and Jimin would go in through the South-side balcony, climbing their way in. Directly into Cha Eunwoo’s room. You guys didn’t suspect that they hid Jihyo there, but, you weren’t going to take chances in checking the heavily guarded room. Once everyone was in, you’d all signal to Jeongguk, who by that time will already be meeting with Eunwoo and discussing a deal to release her.

Jeongguk was going to kill Eunwoo. You knew it. Yoongi knew it. Everyone knew it. It didn’t need to be said. Jeongguk pulled a gun out on his childhood best friend for her, there was no way he wasn’t plotting to kill Eunwoo. That's right, let your true colors shine, Jeongguk. You wanted the little lawyer to see him, to really see him. Not the fake “I only deal with the business side” fasad he had been showing her.

She hadn’t seen him kill someone, grip their fucking throat until all the air in their lungs depleted and they were left a lifeless corpse, all while he stared into their eyes, never faltering from their dying gaze. One thing about Jeongguk was, he respect anyone deserving of it in their final moments— never looking away from them. To him, it was the least he could do. The business you were all in was tough; people died, whether it was at your hand or not, it was another normal day.

You wondered if she’d cry, if she’d leave him. How she could watch Jeongguk sign off a deal worth one million in narcotics and then go to her fancy Ivy university the next day and pretend to be something she wasn’t. She was a liar— that’s for sure, but, hey, you were too.

The Daechwita mansion was mesmerizing, to put it lightly. It was a traditional Italian mansion, engraved and extravagant old stone. It had two fountains— yes, two separate fountains upon entering the circular driveway. In a way, it resembled the White House- minus the ugly and the legal politics. The front of the house, had about thirty symmetrical windows, fifteen on each side and another thirty in the back. A grand staircase that led to the golden double-entry doors. Daechwita was fucking flashy. A little too much, for your taste.

The problem was, you couldn’t drive in. They knew your faces, and by now, Eunwoo had probably issued a notice to look out for the missing four Bangtan members. So, simply driving in was out of the question. You would have to park outside the metal gates, climb the South-side of the fence and pray that the electricity wasn’t on, and then proceed with the rest of the plan. If the electricity was on, you’d go with Plan B. Kill the two guards in front and sneak in that way. Personally, that was the plan you preferred, the last thing you wanted to do was climb an eight-foot fence and pray you don’t get electrocuted on the way up.

Then again, Plan B had its own flaws. Seokjin would have to stay in the SUV and hack his was into their security camera database. If he managed to get through, that is without notifying any of the Daechwita members, it’d give you guys about thirty to an hour of time before someone would eventually notice the breach. Once they did, it would endanger everyone and possibly get Jihyo killed. Not that the last part mattered to you.

Climbing it is.

Seokjin had parked the car so frantically that you were surprised Jimin and Yoongi hadn’t flown out the back and directly into the front window. “My bad,” he muttered as everyone tried to catch their breath.

“No worries, next time, don’t break too hard,” Taehyung said patting Seokjin’s shoulder then opening the backdoor and being the first to hop out.

Seokjin nodded, embarrassed for letting his nerves get the best of him. Shortly after, you followed Taehyung out of the car, hopping out of it with a huff, until everyone was out. “Fuck that bitch is huge,” Taehyung commented on the top of the mansion peering through the tall bushes. Within the cracks of the bushes, you could see the lights glistening from the home, dancing against the fountain's waters.

“Hell yeah, it is,” Jimin agreed, being the first to start walking toward the towering fence.

It was a short walk, four minutes max if you had to guess. The dread of having to climb the fence was beginning to settle in. Not that you couldn’t do it, you could. But it was fucking huge. Seven feet? Ten? You can’t fucking tell in the darkness. There was a pause, no one uttering a word as you all gazed at the obstacle ahead of you. Fuck it. You weren’t going to sit here and be a crybaby, the longer you stood the farther away episode one of the Kingdom became.

“I’ll do it,” you heard the sighs of relief around you. Fuckers. Jimin even began to laugh, muttering something along the lines of being happy that he was happy he wasn’t the first one to go up. At that moment, you promised yourself that you’d punch him in the gut when this was all over and done with.

The fence had black borders, in it were white engravings that you couldn’t quite make out in the darkness. The fence was separated with a line in the middle, making your job of climbing it, much easier. The white engravings twirled to the top, leaving no pointed edges for one of you to cut yourselves with. Easy. This is going to be easy. You got this. You coached yourself through the waves of anxiety that began to riddle your body.

You wiped your sweaty palms against your pants and ran at the fence. Grabbing the black borders with both of your hands and hoisting yourself upwards. Once you lifted yourself from the ground, your foot lodged itself between one of the twirled engravings. You gave it a push, making sure it wasn’t going to break under the pressure of your weight. It didn’t. You were good.

You repeated the actions until you made it three-fourths to the top. Stopping yourself to examine the curved black border at the top for any electrical wires. It was dark, but you would be able to see the reflection of the wire against the visible moonlight. It didn’t look like there were any wires so, with a final deep breath you grabbed the top of the fence. Fuck. Fuck.

“Zzzzzzzzzz…” You could hear repeated noises coming from the bottom. You were going to kill them, all three of them. Yes. You’d kill them right after you manage to jump this fence. One by one.

“Fucking dicks,” you muttered as you took the final leap across the fence. Once you managed to rotate your body, you flipped them off, smiling proudly at yourself. Ha. Ha. You guys are pussies.

The route down the fence was easier than the one to the top. Not to mention, knowing you weren’t going to die from electricity certainly helped. By the time your feet hit the ground with a thud, the three rabid-infested animals you called your friends had already begun climbing the fence.

“Alright, we needa’ split up,” Yoongi said, landing lightly against the soiled ground.

"Sounds good, send the signal once ya’ll made it,” Taehyung swung his arm around Jimin, ushering him forward. He stopped in his tracks a few seconds later and looked back to you and Yoongi, “and please be safe. I don’t wanna have to finish Kingdom by myself.”

Taehyung’s smile didn’t meet his eyes. The severity of this mission hadn’t settled onto any of you, yet. You guys were like lambs in a house full of wolves. Nine against what— fifty, hundred? You know Taehyung didn’t mean to get sentimental, but, the fear was always there. Especially now. You nodded and smiled at him, sending him and Jimin off with a wave and thumbs up.

You turned to Yoongi, who had his lips caught in between his teeth, “Listen, I-“

“Not now, Yoongs. We’ll talk about it at home,” you grabbed his shoulder, squeezing it gently and telling him you two should get going.

The walk to the back-end of the mansion was long. Long as fuck. Who needs this much fucking space for a house? Not you, that's for sure. They probably haven’t explored every room the mansion had, no way. Who knows how many rooms there were, fifteen? Twenty? Thirty? One for every window? Not to mention, it was almost below freezing and if you and Yoongi didn’t hurry the fuck up and get there in five minutes you both might die from hypothermia.

“My ass cheeks are freezing,” Yoongi muttered from behind you.

If you weren’t on the brink of death, you would’ve laughed. The both of you were crouching slightly, enough to be able to run through the tall bushes without being spotted by the guards while simultaneously hiding. The first few minutes were fine, you both ran effortlessly, at ease, you were one with the wind— or whatever track athletes say to convince themselves they enjoy running. But then, the cold began to pinch at your throat, then your lungs. About halfway there, Yoongi said he couldn’t feel his fingers anymore and you couldn’t either. And right now, your toes were beginning to give out. You couldn’t feel them anymore, the tightness of your combat boots might actually be killing you. Fuck Jeongguk for recommending these to you, and fuck Prada.

You approached the end of the bushes, out of breath and shaking from the cold. You peered over the corner of the bush to check if you could spot anyone— anything. Clear. Fuck yes, the coast was clear. You sighed in relief and gave Yoongi the go.

Whatever energy he had left, Yoongi mustered it from the pits of his soul and ran toward the backside of the house, grabbing a stone on his way over and shattering the glass of the window with so much force he temporarily paralyzed himself from the sheer shock. You peered the corner once more, making sure no one was approaching the side of the house from the sound of the glass shattering.

No one, again. Fuck was this your lucky day. Thank you universe, you mighty, beautiful, ball of matter. You followed Yoongi’s path, when you turned the corner, you saw him kicking the remainder of the glass to ensure you both didn’t cut yourselves on the way in. Diiiing. A vibration in your jacket. You take your phone out, wincing at the brightness you forgot to turn down, and read the notification.

tae: we’re in, this guy has a sick obsession with hentai

hobi: be safe. also wtf? eunwoo wanted jk alone so we’re outside some weird fuckin door in the basement,  should be a backdoor so try to go through there.

hobi: ps dont text too much theyre gonna start tweaking

hobi: also they took all of our shit, we have nothing

Hentai? Eunwoo likes hentai? What the fuck? They don’t have weapons? Fuck. Fuuuuuuck. This was going to be a bitch. “Hobi gave us the go. They’re somewhere down here, let’s hope they didn’t hear that,” your eyes avert to the broken window.

Yoongi nodded, bending down and swinging his legs through the window. “This is small as fuck,” he ushers his body through the tight space, wincing as his body accidentally grinds against fragments of broken glass. Although you knew his jacket was taking most of the heat, rather than his body you still cringe at the sight.

Yoongi hopped onto the floor with a groan, checking the surroundings for any loose Daechwita members. He then popped his head through the frame and gave you the stupid smile you adored so much. You shoved your phone back into your jacket and bent down, one hand planted against the wet grass while the other grabbed the rough brick wall. You placed both of your feet through the frame and slowly slithered in. About halfway in Yoongi grabbed your waist, whispering, “I got you,” and aiding you onto the floor. Once your feet safely touched the floor you thanked him, telling him he just wanted an excuse to touch you. Yoongi rolled his eyes at the comment, his cheeks, however, shined a bright pink. Cute.

“Did Hoseok say where they were exactly?” You shook your head, taking out your phone and checking Hoseok’s message once more, “we’re outside some weird fuckin door in the basement.” Well, that wasn’t helpful. Pretty useless actually, besides the basement part.

“Nope. Weird door and basement, that's it,” You flipped your phone so that the lit screen faced Yoongi. He scrunched his nose and squinted at it, eyes following the text of Hoseok’s message. He hummed and turned away from you, dismissing you. He lifted his jacket and shirt in a swift motion and grabbed the pistol, bouncing it in his hand a few times to adjust to the weight of it.

You did the same, lifting the side with the zipper of your jacket and grabbing one of the Italian Stiletto Knives you kept hidden in a pocket on the holster. If shit hit the fan you’d take out your gun, until then, you can’t go guns blazing and make a ruckus. Knives will do.

Yoongi peeked over the corner, then he quickly retreated back in. His eyes jumped around eventually settling on your confused gaze, “Two of em’. Once I go, you follow. Get the one on the left, just knock him out,” you nodded at the command, watching Yoongi twist around the wall to check again.

His hand lifted upwards, motioning for you to follow. You crouched down and followed him out of the room. The two guards were walking towards the end of the hall, backs faced to you both. It was a few seconds of you both crouching until you lunged forward and pressed your knife against the guy's throat, not enough to slit it, but enough so he got the memo, your other hand covered his mouth. He stuttered, trying his best to bend his back forward and flip you over. You kept your feet planted against the concrete restricting him from doing exactly that. You moved your hand that held the knife so that your arm could swing around his throat, snuggling it like a snake would to its prey. You kept the knife close to his ear, just in case. You looped your hand through the opening of the one that held his mouth and tightened your grasp, not enough to kill him. He struggled in your grasp, arms flailing, trying their best to grab you in any way possible. Two minutes later, he passed out.

You placed his limp body against the wall, upright, then turned to Yoongi who had copied you, the other man laid in the same position as the one you knocked out. Neither of you spoke. You couldn’t. There could be another two, or however many guards around the corner. Body language it is. Yoongi was breathing heavily, gun held tightly with his slender fingers. He tilted his head to the right, motioning toward the end of the hallway.

You nodded, creeping your way toward the end of the hall. You paused, allowing your ears to do what they evolved to do. Nothing. You relaxed, pressing your back against the wall and peeking over the wall. Nothing. Just moldy grey, almost black walls, but no bodies in sight. You used your left hand to shoot Yoongi a thumbs up and proceeded down the dark hallway.

This hallway split into two. One, from what you could see lead to a dead end with a simple vent in the middle of it, the other, a bit further was still unknown. You moved up the hallway, telling Yoongi to start unscrewing the vent in case, and pressed your body again the wet wall, repeating the same actions. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

How many is that? Six? Seven? Ten? Probably more that you couldn't see. Your eyes dart over the Daechwita members. You could see the black and gold jackets from here, the way the gold symbol of their gang, a dragon, shined against the white bulbs that hung from the ceiling. You kept looking around, until a figure cut the corner, looking into your direction. You held your breath, not quick enough to retreat, your eyes met the strangers. Hoseok. Hoseok. Oh fuck. Hoseok’s right there.

You retreated knowing you couldn’t stare at him too long. The Daechwita’s could get suspicious and look your way. Jackpot. If Hoseok was here, it meant Jeongguk was too. You ran back to Yoongi, who had unscrewed the vent and placed it next to him. “Let me guess.”

“I just saw Hobi, we’re close. But we’re also gonna,” you crouched down, looking into the dark vent, “have to go in there.”

Yoongi bit his bottom lip, fiddling with the flesh. Contemplating if it was worth going into the vent. Logically, they couldn’t just barge into the hallway and gun everyone down. You guys didn’t know how many of them there were, or if Jeongguk and Jihyo were safe with Eunwoo. You didn’t know anything. So yes— vent it is.

“I’m going to puke,” you sat on your knees. It reeked of weed and from what you could tell— shit. Real shit. Yoongi gave you a pat on the ass and whispered good luck.

“You have to go in too, y’know.”

You looked back to Yoongi, who was smirking directly at— your ass. No shit he was enjoying this, if you got to stare at your ass, you’d be enjoying it too. He nodded, “I know, I’m just going to be enjoying my view on the way.”

Idiot. You rolled your eyes, ignoring the heat forming on your face. You placed both palms against the cold, slimy surface and trudged forward, doing your best to keep the bile down while limiting your breathing as much as possible. The vents were hot, despite the cold metal. You figured it would be hot, mid-winter and all.

As you crawled forward, you heard Yoongi enter the vent behind you. Heavy steps reassured you of his presence. Left. Straight. Right. Another left. There you are. “You know what I fucking want.” You immediately recognized the voice— you could never forget Eunwoo’s sweet, sweet voice.

A pause.

You ushered forward, doing your best to see something, anything through the cracks of the vent. From what you could make out, you and Yoongi were on the right corner of the room. Jeongguk was sitting on a couch in front of you while Eunwoo sat on the other one, Jihyo by his side. Hoseok had told you guys in his text that they didn’t have weapons. That, however, didn't mean Eunwoo didn't have a gun hidden on him.

“What is that, Eunwoo?” Jeongguk spoke, leaning forward, pressing his arms against his thighs and tilting his head at Eunwoo. He was testing him.

“Don’t play with me, Jeongguk. I’ll kill her,” Eunwoo smiled, index finger grazing over Jihyo’s cheek. You could see the tears, the fear on her face when Eunwoo touched her. For a moment, you felt bad for the girl. Sad that she had to go through this. But, she knew the price of being with someone like Jeongguk. Now’s she’s just paying for it.

Jeongguk’s hand twitched, you caught it. He was trying his best to not leap over the couch and strangle that fucker with his bare fucking hands. “__.”

You blinked. Unsure if you heard the name correctly. You? What the fuck would Eunwoo want with you? Jeongguk would never. He would never give you up this easily for a mere girl. Someone he hasn’t even known for a year. You’ve known him for a decade. There was no fucking way. No. No. No. He wouldn’t do that to you.

“What else?”

Huh?

Else?

Jeongguk’s gaze didn’t move from Jihyo’s. At that moment, you realized he would give you up. He’d give you up if it meant he could have her back. Anger. Nothing else besides anger surged through your body. You shoved the knife back into the holster and grabbed your gun. Something touched your calve, causing you to flinch.

Fuck, Yoongi was here. He was gripping your calve, stopping you from breaking the vent and shooting Jeongguk in the face. “Breathe, baby, breathe,” his hand rubbed your back. He heard it, too. He almost wish he hadn’t. The way Jeongguk so effortlessly grazed past giving you up and onto whatever else Eunwoo wanted. Typically, Yoongi knew Jeongguk would use rather, sporadic means of plans if it meant it’d get the job done. He knew they were all hear-say, that Jeongguk would never actually betray any of you. This, however, Yoongi wasn’t so sure about.

“And 60 million. I know you’ll pay it.”

“Deal.”

You were going to strangle Yoongi if he didn’t let go of your calve. Deal? What fucking deal? He was going to give you up for some lawyer bitch? Some bitch that will rat him out once she’s done with college? Once her high of drug-lord mafia romance fantasy was over? You were seeing red. This was unforgivable, you’ll never forgive him.

“Hand her over, Cha,” Jeongguk rose from the couch and pointed to Jihyo.

“Not so fast, buddy. You give me, __. I give you your little plaything back.” Jeongguk’s hand balled into a fist. You secretly hoped Eunwoo sliced her throat, let the blood spill in front of Jeongguk. Watch his face squeeze into pain as he watched his lover die. You’d love that.

“They’re already here, I sent them a notice right after Mark called me.”

A setup? Was this a fucking set-up? Did he know that Eunwoo would want you? Had he planned to give you up when he called Yoongi? This wasn’t the Jeongguk you knew. No.

Jeongguk ran his hand through his hair, “I’ll call her now. Let her know you gave me Jihyo and,” his hand fell to his side, he pondered for a moment, like he couldn’t believe what he was about to say, “then you can have her.”

Jeongguk took his phone out of his hoodie, shuffling through his contacts until he eventually found your name. You saw the hesitation. It was there, for a split second. Until he pressed your contact info and your phone buzzed in your jacket pocket. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.

The world stilled, you slowly grabbed your phone, tugging it out of your jacket and in front of you. The photo of you and Jeongguk as teenagers smiling at the camera, cheeks smushed against one another. You declined the call. All eyes fell onto the vent. Your cover was blown. This was it. You didn’t look back to see Yoongi’s expression, instead, you rotated your body until your legs were facing the vent, then, you kicked. Kicked fucking hard. The metal cover of the vent flew forward, exposing you and Yoongi.

It felt like a blur like you weren’t the one in control of your body. You kicked the vent, got up, avoided Jeongguk immediately, and turned to Eunwoo, not giving him the chance to take out his hidden gun before putting a bullet in each of his thighs. You spit in his face, avoiding his screams, and grabbed his hair, roughly turning his head upwards, “Be glad I didn’t shoot your cock off.”

You let go of Eunwoo’s hair and lifted his suit blazer, revealing a holster similar to yours with two pistols, you grabbed them both. “Yoongi, kill everyone outside,” you turned to him, throwing both pistols at him. He shoved his gun into his waistband and caught both of the guns, immediately nodding and shoving the door open.

“Eunwoo! No fuckin’ way, you killed that fuck—“

One. Two. The guy fell to the ground.

Yoongi gave Hoseok the first gun, throwing the other at Namjoon who sat in the corner, and briefly apologized to Rhea for not having a third. He then took out his own and for the first time tonight— he felt relaxed, in control.

You faced Jeongguk and for the first time in ten years, you saw fear. Fear that was directed at you. He knew you heard what he said, heard him fuck up. And he was fucking scared, scared because in so many ways you were a direct reflection of himself. Chaotic, lost to anger, all of it. And right now, you looked at him with so much anger and hatred in your eyes he feared for his life. He feared for Jihyo’s life.

You didn’t shoot him. “If I see her again, I’ll kill her. I’m not fucking kidding.”

You didn’t acknowledge her. She was a mere memory in your world, one that you would make sure you’ll never see again. Jeongguk looked at you with hurt eyes, you knew he loved her. He cared for her. For the first proper time in his life, he loved someone romantically. Cherished them.  

What Jeongguk did tonight was unforgivable. He betrayed you. That, you’ll never forget.

You walked out of the room, ignoring Eunwoo’s screams of pain and the way Jeongguk’s expression tugged at your heart. Fuck you, Jihyo. You grabbed the PK380 and shot the first Daechwita member you saw.

You didn’t consider yourself a killer, it happened to come with the job. The guilt was another aspect that wasn’t included in the job description but came anyway. It didn’t disappear as time moved forward, it slowly descended into nothingness you learned to ignore. On occasion, you could feel it prick your heart, hoping you don’t pull the trigger, taking another life. How could you not, though? It was your main job in Bangtan, other than Jeongguk, you were the fastest, the most apathetic— you were evil. You killed without mercy, without a second glance, because it was your job— it was expected of you.

Sometimes— often, when you were borderline blackout drunk— you’d look back at your first kill. The way the gun shook in your hand as you pointed it at the man, watching the fear in his eyes grow rapidly by the second. The sweat bubbled on his forehead, the tears forming in his eyes, how he fought against the ropes that binded him to the chair. The way Jeongguk gripped your shoulders, trying to steady you. The way he whispered in your ear, his warm breath making contact with your neck. You could still hear it, the softness in his voice, the adornment, “You got this baby, I believe in you.” You shot him in the head, nice and easy. At the time you were still young and foolish, you hoped the man didn’t suffer as the bullet you shot lodged itself through his skull.

It was also during that time your viewpoint on Jeongguk began to change. He was always there for you, always there when you needed someone to talk to, someone to cry to. You never meant for it to happen, you wanted to see him as only a brother, as family. But then he’d sneak into your room late at night and hold you, placing soft kisses on your shoulder and neck as you lulled to sleep. You couldn’t fucking help but get attached to him— fall in love with him.

He was different, unlike the other guys. He didn’t want you to see him as a brother, he wanted you to think about him, he wanted you to love him. He wanted you to stay up at night and fantasize about him. Yet, Jeongguk never loved you, he couldn’t, it was something he fought with for years. He tried desperately because he wanted to love you. You were like a missing puzzle piece to him, perfectly fitting into the hollow space in his heart. You two were so similar it often scared him, and maybe, just maybe, that’s why Jeongguk couldn’t love you the way you loved him— because he didn’t love himself. It ate him alive for years, sometimes still does.

He knew you loved him, you fucking admitted it to his face and all he could do was reject you, watch your face drop, and pretend like you were okay with it. He had to do it for your sake and for Bangtan’s, he couldn’t lie and pretend to love you. He knew it was his doing, he was the one that made the conscious decision to come into your room every night. You were beautiful, he was still young at the time, careless, and wanted to get his dick wet by his pretty friend— nothing more, nothing less. He was terrified that you’d leave after that, pack your bags and never talk to any of them again and it would all be his fucking fault. The other guys would kill him for losing someone like you. You were important, not just because you excelled at your job but because you were family to them. They’d take a bullet for you, even if it meant killing him to get you back.

“__, can you chill? Please!” Someone screamed from behind you, footsteps banging against the pavement of the Daechwita house like a bull. You didn’t bother to turn around, didn’t care enough to. If they tried to stop you right now, you’d shoot them too.

You were seething, completely ignoring the little voice in your head telling you to calm down, collect yourself, and get the fuck out of this damned house. You knew you were fucking up— that you fucked up the second you kicked the vent open and shot Eunwoo in his thighs. Should’ve been his cock, he deserved it. You’ve shot, twenty, thirty, you have no idea how many Daechwita members. If you saw a hint of gold on their jacket, a dragon anywhere on their skin, they were dead scum to you. Eunwoo crossed the line tonight, and as they all work for that sick fuck it meant they are just as liable.

The guys were going to give you a bitching, not tonight, or tomorrow, maybe in a week, when you’ve calmed down. The only person who knew what Jeongguk said as of right now was Yoongi, and you were going to make sure they all fucking knew it too. That if you saw Jihyo again after tonight, you’d kill her, and then you’d kill Jeongguk and whoever else let that bitch into the house. Logically, you knew it wasn’t her fault. After all, Jeongguk was the one that fucking said it, not her. But, it was because of her and that was good enough of a reason for you to never want to see her again.

What if you weren’t in the vent? What if you went in blindly, protecting him and her just to get fucked? What then? What fucking th—

“Please, just listen to me—“ You were pulled back by the collar of your leather jacket. You stumbled for a second, quickly gathering yourself and rotating your right arm backward, firmly pressing the gun against the person’s ribs. This is uncomfortable. The stranger’s hands gripped your shoulders, spinning you around, you raised your other gun, swiftly pressing it against their temple, index finger teasing the trigger. “I need you to calm down.”

Hoseok? Fuck. Fuck. You almost shot Hoseok. What the fuck? He let go of your shoulders in a panic and grabbed your face, bringing it closer to his. His hands shook against your skin, is he crying? “We need to get out of here, please, you need to listen to me.” His forehead touched yours and he didn’t blink, eyes begging you to listen to him.

“Yeah, okay. Yeah.”

“You fucking bitch!”

Fuck. You pushed Hoseok off of you, letting him fall back and away from whoever was coming at you. Boom. You stepped back, looking down if there was blood spilling anywhere from you. Good, you were good. Calm the fuck down. You were in a hallway, close to the main entrance. You had been mindlessly shooting, not considering where you were or how many of them were there. A big bald guy stared at you from the end of the hallway, gun pointed directly at you. Clearly the fucker can’t shoot because you were a straight shot away and he still fucking missed. And unlike the baldy, you don’t miss.

You lifted your gun and shot him, it came naturally to you— the aiming. You never missed the exact location of where you wanted the bullet to shoot. It was second nature to you now, ten points for the bullseye. His brain scattered across the walls, painting it red. His large body slumped to the ground, head cracked into two. He deserved to die with his blood spilling out, but you didn’t have time for that right now.

“Hobi?”

You turned to your friend, who stared at you with an unreadable expression. It made you uncomfortable, like he was trying to make you understand the severity of what you did. Like you should be ashamed for what you’ve done, what you did right now. “Do you know, what he said?”

He sighed, lips pursing and eyes pointing to the ground below him, ashamed in his friend. He knew what Jeongguk said. Yoongi screamed it to him after you hauled out the room, killing five of the Daechwita members in thirty seconds, scaring the literal shit out of everyone. He’d never seen you like this, this was another level for him. Hoseok was in charge of the sniping on missions, he was never on the battlefield, far away from watching everyone turn into animals. He would only shoot if it was the last resort. Tonight was all types of fucked up, he shouldn’t be here. No one should, you shouldn’t be doing this.

He couldn’t blame you, though. After hearing what Jeongguk said to Eunwoo, he paused, unsure if he’d heard it correctly. Jeongguk had to have had an alternative motive, giving you up would be the stupidest thing he’d ever done— and that was a long list. He wouldn’t give you up, even if it meant giving his girlfriend up. You were an asset, you were important, without you, they wouldn’t be who they are now. As disappointed he was in Jeongguk, he knew there was more to his plan, there had to be.

“I do.”

“And?”

“We need to get out of here, __.”

You were angry, trying to press him into an argument where he defended Jeongguk. He didn’t want to fight with you right now, you were hurt and upset. He wasn’t going to add fuel to the fire, even if you wanted it. Much to his surprise, you turned around and headed for the entrance without another word. He winced when you shot the bald guy again, completely unnecessarily if he said so himself.

You swung the front door open. Everyone was there, all three cars. Seokjin’s, Namjoon’s, and Jeongguk’s. Silence. No one spoke as you walked over to Seokjin’s SUV and swung the door open so harshly you were surprised it didn’t fall off the fucking car. You didn’t check if Jeongguk was there, if she was there. You didn’t want to get more upset. You couldn’t cause any more damage.

You settled into the cold leather chair, looking down at your leather jacket, oh my god. Oh my fucking god. You hadn’t noticed. Everything was red, completely fucking red. You were covered in blood, none of your own. Your hands, shirt, jacket, pants, shoes, fucking everything, there wasn’t a spot on your fucking body where you weren’t red. You opened the car’s mirror panel, moving the plastic so that the rectangular mirror allowed you to see your reflection. You nearly gasped, red, red red. In your hair, on your cheeks. Your eyes were red too, were you fucking crying?

You felt filthy, disgusting. This was fucking disgusting. What did you fucking do? Holy shit, what the fuck did you do? You closed the panel, turning the safety back on and shoving your guns into the holster. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This was too much. From the moment Yoongi busted the window in, up until this very moment with Seokjin. It was overwhelming, you felt suffocated. The walls in the car felt smaller, like they wanted to crush you. You could feel their eyes, watching you have a complete fucking breakdown. You bent down, letting your elbows jab against your thighs, the smell of iron hit your nose with so much ferocity you had to hold down a gag. Fuck you, fuck you. You were a fucking murderer, no better than Jeongguk. You killed them. You did. You, you.

Seokjin’s hand rested on your back, wincing from how slippery the leather had become. “Take me home,” you sounded so broken. He bit his lip, wondering if it was appropriate to comfort you or if he should just fucking drive.

“Please,” you whispered.

He took one last good look at everyone, they were all staring into the car. He’d be too, they were worried. They saw it— saw you break down. Saw you notice the blood, the reality of the situation. He didn’t know what happened back there, no one spoke as they left the house. It was uncomfortable, the tension that was surrounding everyone, oozing off of them. No one spoke, they just waited for Hoseok to come back with you, hoping you won’t shoot him. Then, Yoongi punched Jeongguk in the fucking face, startling everyone. Jeongguk let him, didn’t fight back. Something bad happened in there and to be fair, Seokjin was afraid of what would happen once they were home.

You didn’t speak again, drive it is. He wasn’t going to push it. You were strong, didn’t need his pity right now. He didn’t hesitate to send Namjoon the signal to get the fuck out and shifted the car into reverse, leaving everyone behind.

Yoongi had driven with Namjoon and Hoseok. Jimin, Taehyung and Rhea went with Jeongguk. They didn’t know, meaning they won’t kill Jeongguk on the way home, that can wait until they were home. He’d kill that fucker with his bare hands.

They were close to the house, Yoongi’s hand shook against the metal of his gun. He wouldn’t put it down, no matter how much Namjoon begged him to. He was upset, didn’t care about Jeongguk’s explanation right now. The rest of them weren’t there to see him dismiss you so lightly, like you were nothing to him compared to Jihyo. They weren’t there to see how the second you kicked that vent open, Jeongguk looked at you for a second and then immediately to Jihyo. He never looked away from her. Never. It was as if she was the only one in the room. It angered him, how Jeongguk ignored the both of you after you two saved his fucking ass.

“C’mon, Yoongi, you can’t shoot him.”

“And if I do?”

Yoongi looked up to the rearview mirror, Namjoon was already staring at him. Eye’s angry but pitiful, he felt bad. They all did. He wasn’t going to shoot Jeongguk, he couldn’t, it would complicate the situation more. He’d leave that decision to you, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try and scare the fucker. Yoongi looked away, slumping into the car seat. He let his head fall back against the leather, trying to ignore all the illogical thoughts penetrating his mind.

“Yo guys, JK is going to stay with Jihyo. Jimin just texted me saying he’ll drop them off and leave.”

Yoongi’s hands gripped the gun, knuckles turning white.

Namjoon sighed, “That’s probably for the best.”

What a pussy. What a fucking pussy. Yoongi sighed, looking down at his gun, and turned the safety back on with a click. He swore he heard Hoseok sigh in relief from the passenger seat. He felt like a child throwing a tantrum, he was angry, sure, but there was nothing he could do about it. He could beat the living shit out of Jeongguk, and he already punched him earlier and it did absolutely nothing for him. There was nothing he could do, not even if he wanted to. He’d kill Jeongguk and then what? Fucking nothing. They’d crumble.

He’d have to wait until you calmed down, and then talk to you. Listen to what you’d want to do, if you wanted to leave. Fuck. That hadn’t been an option for years, not since the last time you and Jeongguk had a falling out. This wasn’t like that though, this was another level, this was betrayal. If you wanted to leave, there was nothing they could do to stop you. Jeongguk was still their leader, they needed him as much as they needed you.

Then there was Jihyo. He wasn’t even sure how Jeongguk would go about that. Daechwita knew of her now, knew her name, probably where she lived, where she went to school. Normally, in a situation like this, Jeongguk would have her live with the rest of them. It was the safest, smartest option. Daechwita wouldn’t dare to penetrate their house, no fucking way. But there was no way you’d let her step into the house, even if they snuck her in and you found out, god knows what would happen then. As bad as he felt for Jeongguk, he set himself up for this. His explanation would have to be fucking amazing. Something so miraculous the rest of them would bow on their knees and thank him for being such a genius.

“We’re here,” Namjoon’s finger tapped his knee.

Yoongi looked out the tinted window, they were home. The SUV Seokjin had been driving was parked near the stairs, empty. Seokjin sat on the stairs, head hanging between his knees with a cigarette in between his fingers. He heard the engine and looked up, relieved to see them here, quickly getting up from the stairs and tossing the cigarette into one of the bushes.

He jogged up to them, “Are you guys good?”

Namjoon nodded, “Jeongguk here yet?”

Seokjin shook his head, looking to the front gates, “Nah. Jimin texted me saying he’s going to stay with Jihyo tonight.”

“Yeah, he texted us too,” Hoseok shut the car door, joining the circle.

“What happened with them?”

Yoongi got out too, they were looking to him to provide the explanation. He was the only one there, besides you, Hoseok only knew a few details so he wasn’t of much help. With a deep breath, he explained it to them, not letting the anger wash over his body again. “Eunwoo wanted her and money in exchange for Jihyo. Nothing more, he breezed past her like she wasn’t shit to him.”

“You don’t think he was just trynna’ stall?” Hoseok asked, not intentionally trying to piss him off.

“No.” Yoongi sighed, “I mean I don’t fucking know, man. He wouldn’t stop staring at her, even after __ shot Eunwoo. I get it, he’s in love, scared of losin’ her. He looked terrified, I’ve never seen him like that, I think he was being deadass bout’ it.”

“As fucked up as it is, we need to hear him out. Not today, but someday, we’re in deep shit with Daechwita now.”

Namjoon’s words caused a shudder to spread throughout them. He’d almost forgotten about Daechwita. About the fact that you might’ve paralyzed Eunwoo, that they killed so many of their men. Eunwoo wasn’t going to let it slide, he’d kill Jihyo the first chance he got, then he’d kill you and the rest of them. It might not be a problem tomorrow, or next week, but eventually, it will be, and an internal conflict between all of you is the last thing that was needed.

The sound of another engine roared through the front yard. The gate opened quickly and Jeongguk’s red Mercedes pulled into the driveway. Namjoon looked at Yoongi, warning him. He wanted to be calm, he did. But he looked at Jeongguk’s front window and he was staring at him. He was looking him dead in the fucking eye. Everyone quickly spilled out of the car, and Yoongi charged forward. Taehyung and Jimin caught him, bodies colliding against his, holding him back.

Jeongguk's brows furrowed, he looked upset. Yoongi knew Jeongguk was aware that he fucked up, but it didn’t matter right now. “Easy there, tiger,” Taehyung spoke into his ear, “let's not do something we’ll regret tomorrow.”

They grabbed his arms, hauling him backward. Jeongguk broke eye contact, reversing his car and speeding away from him, from his family. For some bitch. Yoongi scoffed, releasing himself from his friends and screaming, “Man the fuck up, Jeongguk!”

It’s been three days. Three long fucking days of you sitting in your room. Someone would knock three times a day, leaving food out for you and then leaving you the fuck alone. You silently thanked them for the privacy, for not pushing you to come out. You weren’t sure if Jeongguk came home the night you did or if he went with Jihyo. You heard everyone screaming in the living room, not directly at him so you came to the conclusion that he wasn’t here. Still isn’t.

You weren’t even sure as to why you were holing yourself up in your room. They didn’t do anything to you, there was no logical reason for you to not want to face them. Yet, you couldn’t. You didn’t want to face the responsibility of what will happen with Daechwita. You caused it, you had to fix it. For all you could know, Eunwoo might be paralyzed. You killed so many of them, the blood was on your hands.

You thought of the situation with Jeongguk too, what you wanted to do. You didn’t want to leave and even if you did, where the fuck would you go? Eunwoo had probably already placed a hit on you, you were a target, so that was out of the question. Jeongguk couldn’t leave either, he was the leader, you guys needed him to survive, as much as it pained you to admit that. You were going to have to live with it, with the hurt, the betrayal, with the fact that he didn’t love you. That he never did.

It didn’t dwell on you until last night, just how much you blindly loved him for years. Eight to be exact. You’ve loved him for eight years, like a deranged dog, blindly loving your owner who could give you up at any moment. And give you up he did. It angered you so badly. You’d never give them up, plan or not. It was out of the fucking question. You watched him fall in love with her, even though it pained you. You tried to fall out of love with him, tried to find other guys. Tried to sleep with them, let them take you out on dates, it was all to no avail.

You never wanted to see her again. Never wanted to see the reminder of why Jeongguk will never love you. The reminder of Jeongguk giving you up, betraying you. You were jealous, knowing fully well you had no right to be. He wasn’t yours, never was, never will be. Fuck you, Jeongguk. Fuck you. Fuck him for making you fall in love with him, fuck him for kissing you so many times, and most of all, you wanted to slap yourself for losing your virginity to him.

You hadn’t been with anyone else. Your one and only time, how fucking depressing. You were pathetic. This situation was pathetic. You were twenty-four years old for fuck sake, crying over a guy that hadn’t kissed you in seven years. A guy that rejected you seven years ago. You almost laughed.

You needed to get the fuck out of this room, it was eating you alive. Making you think of things you’ve ignored for years. It was becoming unbearable, having to live with yourself.

There was a knock. Then another.

You sighed, it was probably Taehyung or Jimin leaving you food again. You waited for a minute, then rushed to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open. You fully expected a plate of food waiting for you, not Jeongguk.

Before you could knee him in the dick and throw him out the balcony, his hand covered your mouth, the other pushed you back into your room. He kicked the door close with his foot, moving you forward to quickly lock it. You were tossing and turning against his grip, doing anything to get his hand off your mouth, you licked it, tried to bite, but Jeongguk was fucking strong. Stronger than you, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

“You need to hear me out,” he said, body pressing further into yours to get a better grip of control. He kept pushing you back. Then, your back hit the wall and Jeongguk pushed himself into you. His right knee enveloped your leg, preventing you from even attempting to knee him in the dick. You groaned against his hand, trying to speak, scream at him. It pained you seeing him, he was staring into your fucking soul with his pathetic eyes. You wanted to kill him, you would the second you were free.

His body was entirely pressed against yours, you couldn’t move an inch even if you tried, he bent his neck down, trying to get a better look at you. “I need you to hear me out, __. It’s killing me.”

You squinted your eyes, fuck. You didn’t expect this to be this difficult. You missed your friend, no matter how much you hated him at the moment. He was still someone you had spent the majority of your life with, he was your family. Jeongguk sounded out of breath, he had to have snuck in without anyone noticing him. There was no chance any of the guys would willingly let him talk to you, not without your permission.

“I panicked, okay? I fucking panicked. You need to understand that. Even if you came in before or after I agreed with Eunwoo, I wouldn’t. I fucking wouldn’t. You think I’d really give you up?” You tried to break free, he was hurting you. Watching his eyes twinkle against the moonlight wanted to make you cry. He looked sincere and you hated him for that, for looking like he was actually fucking sorry.

Jeongguk was beautiful. You wanted to punch yourself for thinking of it right now. He had always been beautiful to you. Even right now, after what he’d done, he was beautiful. He was so much older, so much more mature, he wasn’t the same Jeongguk from seven years ago. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth— a nervous habit he had— and stared at you. His ears were red. He was nervous. You didn’t know what to do, you felt suffocated with his body against yours like this. You couldn’t think straight no matter how hard you tried.

Jeongguk’s head sunk lower, forehead touching yours. “I would never give you up, I’d die before I’d do that to you.”

Jeongguk was becoming blurry, you were crying, letting the tears fall from your eyes and onto the top of his palm. “You’re my family, please, I would— I can’t live without you, I don’t even know how I could fucking make it up to you, I’ll do anything. Anything, please,” he choked, out, letting his hand fall, releasing your mouth.

Should you scream? Let everyone know he’s in here so they could beat the shit out of him? Should you just beat the shit out of him? No. You couldn’t. Not with the way he’s staring at you, looking like you’re the only person in the world to him. Jeongguk raised his hands, thumbs wiping the tears from your face.

You couldn’t stop them, they were spilling out, waiting for Jeongguk to clean them up. He was crying too, “I love you,” he said it so quietly you could barely hear it. You think you’re imagining it, are you fucking hallucinating? Had you gone crazy from being alone for three days, that you were hallucinating him? You know how he meant it, that he loved you as a friend. Right now, you didn’t care. He said it, that was enough for you. He hadn’t let go of your face, holding it upright so that you wouldn’t look away from him.

“Say it,” he leaned closer, “please, say it.”

He hadn’t been this close to you in years. The last time was six, seven, years ago? It had become an unspoken rule after he rejected you to not get too close to each other, for your sake. This, however, was testing all of it. He was so close you could smell his cologne, the muskiness you were so familiar with. You could see the scar he got with you when you both were fifteen, you even caught his new lip piercing, this was cruel. Was he playing with you?

Jeongguk pushed himself into you, “Fucking say it, __.”

“I-“ Just how many times had you imagined this? Fifteen? A hundred? Fifteen-hundred?

Jeongguk looked desperate, is he fucking okay? Why did he want to hear you say it? He didn’t love you, he had a fucking— he had a—

“Stop, stop getting in your head,” he was way too fucking close. You could feel his breath on your lips, he was inches away, maybe less. Maybe more, you couldn’t fucking tell, you might pass out. “For fuck sake, tell me—“

“I love you, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk looked like a deer caught in headlights. Your heart pounded against your chest, like it was trying anything to get the fuck out of there. You wanted to get out too, embarrassed for what you just fucking said. What the fuck are you two doing?

“Thought so,” Jeongguk closed the distance between you two, lips molding into yours. You were frozen from the shock, is he fucking kissing you? Why the fuck is he kissing you right now? This had to be a hallucination, there was no fucking way this was real.

“Kiss me back, dammit,” he growled against your lips, diving back in. You didn’t need to be told twice, you kissed back. It had been years since you last kissed someone. Jeongguk kissed as passionately as he did seven years ago. The metal of his lip ring grazed against your lip. He rolled his hip into yours, you could feel it. He was hard. How was this turning him on? Is he a fucking masochist?

Jeongguk’s mouth left yours, he moved to kiss your neck, hands bracing on either side of your head. He was licking and nipping at your neck, moving lower. You didn’t know what was happening, why he suddenly wanted to do this with you.

“Jeongguk,” you moaned, what the fuck? Fifteen minutes ago you were determined you’d kill him if he ever showed himself to you. Now, here you were, about to have sex with him. Is this what it was leading to?

Jeongguk only hummed against your skin, hands cupping your breast, giving it a harsh squeeze. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It felt good, too good. You wanted this so badly, you’ve wanted it for years. He has a fucking girlfriend. Snap the fuck out of it.

“Jihyo—“ Her name slipped out of your mouth.

He stopped. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jeongguk released you, turning around without another word. You watched as he gripped his hair, bending over and muttering something you couldn’t catch.

“I’m so sorry, holy fuck,” Jeongguk began to pace, unsure what to do. You didn’t know what the fuck was happening, why he did what he did. Was he manipulating you? He’d fuck you good so you forgot about him betraying you? Is that what it is?

“What the fuck are you doing Jeongguk?”

He shook his head, hand bouncing in the air, “I’m sorry. I just came to apologize, seriously. I am fucking sorry, I don’t know what happened to me. When you said it, I just couldn’t—“

It. When you said it. When he said it.

“Are you still together?”

His brows furrowed, unsure of why you were asking him that, “It’s complicated.”

It’s complicated was code for yes, dumbass, we are still together. You wanted to puke at how easily you folded for him. He said a few sweet words and suddenly you were ready to forgive and forget.

“Why’d you say it, Jeongguk?”

“Huh?”

“Why’d you tell me you love me, Jeongguk?”

He blinked, body tense, “I do love you.”

“You don’t tell someone you love them and them dry hump them because you see them as a sister.”

He knew you were right. If you did have sex, what then? Would he suddenly love you? Would he break up with Jihyo to be with you? You didn’t even have to ask to know the answer to your own question. His heart was with her, regardless if his dick was not.

“It felt right, __. I—“

“You what? Thought you could love me because of how badly you wanted to fuck me? Is that it? You don’t love me, Jeongguk, you don’t.”

Jeongguk sat on your bed, frustrated. His palms rubbed at his face as he tried to come up with a good enough explanation. “Do you love me?” The question came out muffled, his palms obstructing his mouth.

“You know the answer to that.”

A sound erupted through the house. Jeongguk got up in a flash, body blocking yours from the door. “What the fuck was that?”

You didn’t know. How the fuck could you know? You were too busy trying to solve your love crisis.

“Jeongguk, get the fuck out of her room or I’ll kill you, I swear it.”

Yoongi. It was Yoongi.

[spidey-bie]

I really like the idea of hobie being my supportive best friend as a person who has OCD and anxiety issues. I know that if I were a spider person like he was and knew about the HQ and alternate universes I’d start obsessing over everything and give myself an existential crisis lol. the idea of one of my fav characters being worried about me and trying to support me comforts me tbh

OCD gang rise up.

That'd be so interesting of a concept. A spider person with OCD. Is this bad feeling my spider sense or is it just the ocd again? Am I being paranoid or is this something that I should actually be concerned about? Is this a compulsion or is this a new behavior caused by the bite? There are so many layers to this. We always talk about how the different spider variants are all autistic but what about other mental disorders?

I love this idea too (I might expand on this later who knows)

Even after you learn ways to cope with your obsessive thoughts and/or compulsions it still feels stifling and alienating having to deal with everything yourself. So having someone who's just by your side even if they don't understand what you're going through makes the challenge a lot less daunting.

Hobie seems like the type of person who'll just ask you what you want him to do. He'd never make assumptions especially since every person has different needs based on their neurotypes. If you want him to redirect you when you're obsessing over something all of a sudden he has a new song that he wants your opinion on. He wouldn't be straight forward with it but he'll remind you in roundabout ways that your unwanted thoughts are not a reflection of who you are inside. Like when he was trying to show Miles that HQ wasn't all that it seemed.

(This ask has been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute lol.)

[canary-song]

The dynamics between my spidersona and the rest of the spiderband are so real and I have NO ART MOTIVATION to show it. Eternal Suffering.

Juno is about a city's worth of sunshine contained in the volume of a 5'1" boygirl, with about just as much cheerleadery good sportsmanship to back it. They're used to trying to play the role of Support in every social circle, but everyone here is just as capable, so they're able to lean back a little. They have a startlingly loud laugh, put effort into finding a keyboard (as you can't lug around a piano) so they can play while on group hangouts, have loved to go grocery shopping in Mumbattan with the gang to do mini potlucks, and I think they've initiated several web-based races.

But that's just everything they try to be. They max out that energy because its fun, and because these people are not just their friends, but also an.. escape, from 20777813. They don't want people worrying, dwelling on what they're running from. There's jagged edges they don't have the foresight to sand down, of course, so maybe Hobie picks out and has issue with their worrying Rule Follower For Survival attitudes, or Pav's argued with them over their snappy and sometimes antagonistic personality around villains. I wish I had the energy y'all do for spidersona art.

[spookyserenades]

Soooo I'm back and i wrote an essay:

Chapter 10

I love the Scooby Doo gang a lot. How Namjoon is eager to learn and help. Also the fact that it brings them together without too many fights 😂

The brewery scene was hot and unexpected. I'm saying unexpected because i kinda hoped she'd go over to the waiter and everyone will be Uhm Ma'am sit yo ass down. But i liked it nonetheless with killer teddy bear being all mrrr. Also, Hobi and miss gorl Alice i see you and you need to either get to it and make us super jealous or nothing at all😭

The surprises for Namjoon and Jimin were so sweet they warmed my heart. The lengths she'll go for them is unimaginable. Like she could've just been like yep there you go a house and food do your thing, but no, she has a big heart.

Now the 3 events. Liked Hobi's, but I'm a lot more inclined towards Yoongi's and Tae's. The fact that be only has eyes for her my love🥹 I want one pls! And then Tae's i get on another level. As an artist myself, i tend to paint people i love a lot, to get the appreciation back is absolutely ecstatic. Also very touchy touchy sir i see you too👀

And then the cliffhanger, bad Dana. Very bad.

Chapter 11

I need to know how the fight went down between them 3. Like air, Dana, I'm telling you! Poor Hobi, he probably thought he's getting kicked out 🥺

Kookie kookie kookie, you are more smitten than we thought you were. Hiding it under the I needed to scent, oh Jin will be a pain. Shut up you lil bastard 😏

And the scenting? I was so giddy...give us more pretty please ☺️

WE HAVE MORE HORSES! Are we also getting a y/n ride scene? It doesn't have to be a horse tho 👀

OMG good job Hannah! Oh i'm happy she is getting a better life. Can't wait to meet her. 🤭🫢😧😐😒Scrap that! Hannah is competition.

Oop jumpscare! Yoongi baby you are wearing JK's personality and that doesn't suit you.

Oh babies🥺🥺🥺

Oh what? Question mark? The bar is...what? Very cryptic. Ok.. Yoongi you locked the door you didn't make the room soundproof. Did they talk about sharing her between themselves? Cuz I'd like to read that as well 😏

Ooop like a sack of potatoes. Uuuuu, are we ever honna see y/n extra super drunk like at that bar?

NOOOO FUCK! YOU ARE SO EVIL WOMAN WHYYYYY?😭😭😭😭

Hiii love nice to hear from you again!! Hope you're well, I can't wait to discuss your thoughts about the last two chapters with you! 💞💞

Chapter Ten -

fdsjfdsjf the Scooby Doo gang I love that!!! MC, Joonie, and Jeongguk make quite the little paranormal investigation squad, I'm definitely looking forward to writing some more adventures the trio will go on with their ghostbusting interests. AHH and the brewery scene was so fun, they hybrids getting to go out and have a good time with MC and Alice was really exciting for me to write. I did play with the idea of MC flirting with the waiter as well, but in the end I wanted to display some of Taehyung's growing possessiveness. Besides-- MC definitely has her hands full with the seven of them! As for Hoseok and Alice *evil laughter* 💀 there are some plot lines that I have planned surrounding those two... we're just going to have to wait and see how it pans out (and how MC will react to it!!!)

MC is just ahhh I want her to adopt me fhdksf like her gift giving skills are unmatched. She really wants all of the hybrids to feel at home and like they have their own belongings, spaces, etc. that make their lives more happy and comfortable. She really really cares for them all 🥺

Hehehe the three events~ for Hoseok's track meet, it was a sort of supportive bestie vibe, whereas Yoongi's and Tae's had a bit more of a romantic feel to them. Tae.. my goodness he probably sees MC as his muse or something, because she's the one who encouraged her to participating in the photography club in the first place. I hope he continues to take pics of her and make friends in the club, as well. He's such a sweet boy, he definitely could use some buddies.

rjGFJDGHD BAD DANA!! I can't help myself with the cliffhangers hehe I'm sorry love!!! 🤭

Chapter Eleven -

So the little spat between Hoseok and Jeongguk... We've seen Hoseok's sort of jokester personality, and I really think he wasn't trying to start anything, but with Jeongguk already on edge needing to scent her again, things got a little heated between those two. Joon, not wanting to upset MC like he had during The Incident (with Tae), played the part of peacemaker, which I think shows how willing he is to change and grow for MC. I think you're right, Hoseok was probably entertaining the idea that MC would be angry enough at him to "kick him out", but MC would never. 😭

AHH and Jeongguk. What a tease!!! I definitely think that he is starting to grow more fond of MC, even though he is a bit reluctant to show it. For some reason, too, he seems to sense how fond Seokjin is of MC, so often brings up his own concern for MC and covers it up by blaming Seokjin hehe....

I do plan on having some horseback riding scenes!! Of course, with our cowboy Jimin, maybe we'll get to see him teach MC how to ride also I see what you did there wink wonk ;)

Hannah!! Good news for her, good news for Seokjin, but MC is already feeling a little jealous. I wonder how things will go down when MC takes Seokjin to meet up with Hannah...

Yoongi being a little impatient and brisk with MC made me upset, too, especially since he's always been one of the softer ones with her. That's probably why MC could sense something was wrong. As for them talking about sharing her, that's certainly a drabble idea, but also, I'm toying with the idea of having it sort of an unspoken agreement between all of the hybrids... we'll see how I decide in the future!!!

SO! When I finally get around to all of the prequels, I plan on having that scene with MC at the bar with Yoongi. Something to look forward to in the future-- his prequel, Fire, Walk with Me. ❤️‍🔥

fjkdszkjfzsjd SORRY FOR BEING EVIL!!! But also thank you for sending me all of your lovely thoughts. Sending you hugs, bestie!! 😘

[chim-chim1310]

Apologies in advance for the monster ask. This got typed out because after watching that clip of old Bangtan ganging up on Jimin, I'm struggling right now to think of any time - just any time in these past 10 years where Tae has done anything positive for Jimin.

Jimin says Yoongi helped him out in those initial days and helps him even today in his music and I guess I'll take his word for it even if I don't think Yoongi probably did much. Plus he's 'made' songs for Jimin even if he probably had his own motives for wanting the most popular member to sing his songs.

Hobi can be insensitive at times but at present we're all well aware that he's probably Jimin's best support from the group. RM had his ego hit in chap 2 because of Jimin but putting that aside he has always had a high opinion of Jimin which he shares to army (which atleast counters the other negative bs narratives people like tkkrs make about Jimin) plus I do appreciate his work helping Jimin with Promise (and Serendipity to a lesser extent)

I know we're all sour on JK (rightfully), he's not the greatest friend (to anyone) and he's acted like an ass to Jimin in the past but they still have good bits of history too. The Tokyo trip and it's importance based on the way they talked about it their book. The way he used to massage Jimin's shoulders when his chronic pain would flare up. And JK has tried to make up for being an ass to Jimin. Years after those rankings he tried to do a redo and rank Jimin #1, after the UN speech when they all ganged up on Jimin /again/, at least this time he spoke up defending Jimin and in festa he mentioned that the thing he regretted most was his behaviour that led to the rainy day fight (so presumably he regrets the way he used to treat Jimin). I'm not making excuses but at least that's something.

As for Jin and Jimin, they have fun and hang out but they don't have emotional intimacy on camera but they seem fine with each other. Not really coming up with anything but Jin doesn't actively target Jimin for anything so there's nothing to make up for either I guess.

And we know Jimin acts as an amazing friend to all of these guys in return. For ex. with Tae, Jimin is always there to comfort him in his times of need and yet is there any instance of reciprocity in all these years?

Friendship isn't transactional but it isn't good if it's unbalanced. Jimin has talked about how every member has helped him out but anything related to Tae has come from Tae's mouth. He talks about how much he loves Jimin or about how the management asked him what he thought about Jimin and he held it up as if he singlehandedly got Jimin into BTS with his comments (yeah right 🙄). But where is the action? Where is the acknowledgement from Jimin? I'm sincerely blanking on anything apart from introducing Jimin to his friends at school (is that big enough to even warrant a mention?) On the other hand, we constantly see him trying to undermine Jimin even now. Jimin tried to put out something by saying yeah people don't know how much Tae helps me back but could give no further info. Jimin is the same guy who always pinpoints when people help him out, and yet he was totally blanking (like me) to think of anyway Tae has returned that.

I can't believe these are the presumed soulmates of BTS. Their relationship has always been give and take or more specifically Jimin gives and Tae takes and takes.

I completely agree. Taehyung just talks about how much he loves jimin but when it's time to actually be there for him, he's nowhere to be found.

Hoseok have been weird too sometimes in the past but they were teenagers. Now that they have grown up hoseok has always been supportive of jimin. If anything he seems like jimin's real friend in the group.

Though I hope jimin has good friends outside of bts.

And with vmin all that soulmate thing is bullshit. Tae is only real friends with wooga. I feel like he prefers wooga because he's the youngest so he's kind of the centre of attention most of the time and they baby him unlike bts so he probably likes wooga more. Tae seems that kind of person to me ngl.

You have no idea how happy I was when in chapter 2 it looked like jimin wasn't hanging out much with tae.

[shadowcrafter-28]

About my own concept for an extended story for the unreleased short, "The Spider Within," It'll still be about Miles having to face his demons (manifestations of his anxiety) in the form of a dark figure and spiders, but they will take a sinister turn with how I'm about to tell y'all.

There are multiple ways the story can go. I'll let everyone decide which fits best. I might need someone to help me write this, if I do it, so I don't mischaracterize anyone.

Btw, this'll be inspired by some horror films such as "Insidious," "A Nightmare on Elm Street," "The Boogeyman," "Smile," and "The Conjuring." Most involve paranormal activity, nightmarish visions or dreams, demonic entities, astral projection, and of course, possession.

As for the astral projection part, I thought of Miles walking around, outside of his body, looking for his relatives in the spiritual world. We'd know if Miles did this, he'd look for Uncle Aaron. So, I'll make separate concepts where Miles can astral project and one where he doesn't but still encounters the shadow figure.

So! Miles Morales struggles with certain things in his life that impact his mental health. These things include school, being Spider-Man, being a friend, and being a son. Of course, if all of this bothers him, he'd talk to his parents about it, especially his dad. However, he doesn't discuss it with them, yet, especially since one of those struggles involves being New York's hero. The only person he shares about being Spider Man with is his friends and Uncle Aaron. (All of this happens before summer break; two weeks before school ends.)

Miles's friends, Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr, Margo, and Ganke, all encourage him to talk with them but still exclude the hero part. However, Miles believes his parents would think he's still hiding something. And even if, in Miles' head, he told his parents he were Spider Man, they wouldn't love him the same. He keeps all this in until he finds the right time and words.

His friends have struggles of their own and tell one another about them, including Miles. Their relationships between each other, like Gwen and Margo, are the typical teenage girls that tell each other girl stuff and sometimes gossip about their lovers (and yes, Margo is super supportive of Gwen and Miles' relationship). Miles and Gwen went on dates too. The gang visited Miles from time to time, especially Gwen. Her spider sense always goes off when Miles felt a deep emotion or needs help. The gang would take turns or help out as a group in their universes if something big came up.

Miles dreams about his uncle and speaks to him about his problems. He can do anything in his dream, which means he teleports himself to wherever his uncle is, which is usually his old apartment. However, the visit takes a dark turn when he discovers the shadow monster messing up his dream.

The shadow is an evil being that originated from the spirit world and reaches into his victims through the darkness of their dreams. As they progress, the more physical the entity can become in the real world. This strategy feeds off the victim's struggles and trauma that has affected them, making it worse, to the point where the victim is unable to fight and is vulnerable to possession.

(Headcanon: Anytime Miles encounters something or someone new, he'd draw them into his sketchbook so he wouldn't forget. His encounter with the shadow gave him the opportunity to include it in.)

At one point, Miles' parents take him to the doctors for a CT scan and a polysomnography. Everything seems fine, except Miles being attacked in his nightmare. His parents, including the doctors, witness him fighting something they cannot see. His parents agree to let him spend the rest of his last week at home.

Through another and last week of school, Miles faces this entity every night. This causes his sleep schedule to fall apart as he remains awake to prevent haunting. However, since the nightmares have persisted on long enough, the shadow has become more tangible, causing hallucinations, physical appearances, random whispering, and physical injuries. For example, Miles would hear a knock on a door, open it, but find no one present. Or he would see something coming into his room and try to hide under the sheets or something to avoid it. However, the shadow would still attack him but nothing would be there afterwards.

(Headcanon: Miles used to sleep walk at a young age; sometimes, he'd be invisible as he walked around.)

After a bit, the final week of school ends and Miles' condition hasn't improved. His friends take notice but Miles brushes it off (the shadows whispering would change his mind sometimes to get his friends off his back.) One night the spirit finally possesses Miles' body, which makes him fall ill (cough; nausea; vomiting; headaches; chills; stuffed nose.)

(Wanna hear the scary part? The way this happens is Miles tries to sleep but undergoes sleep paralysis, with the entity confronting him and tormenting him. Miles fights back but the entity is strong enough to make him not fight back as he strangles Miles and possesses him. Gwen's senses go off, leading her to travel to 1610 and check on him. She catches him in the air with his eyes rolled to the back of his head (white). She'd attempt to enter the room once he drops down on the ground aggressively before his dad hurries into the bedroom to see his son on the floor, unconscious. Gwen would observe from the window, waiting for both his parents to leave (Mrs. Morales would inevitably enter the room to investigate).

Miles becomes ill the next day, and his friends visit. Gwen didn't tell everyone what she saw but she told herself that she must've been seeing things. However, she still senses something wrong with him but can't figure it out. Miles' behavior changes as the days pass and his friends worry.

He has told his friends and helped him conduct some research but haven't found anything. They don't believe him until the last minute when they discover he's possessed. They find more details about something like this having happened to another family years earlier.

The shadow would find a member of a functioning family and begin to feed off their most impactful pieces of trauma and the stress they've endured. After they get to their weakest point, they become possessed and are driven to murder their family with everyone believing it never involved possession. The entities' attempts at possessing the living have failed numerous times due to their victims dying. That means the same will happen to Miles and his parents.

Miles' appearance is pretty disturbing as he has bright yellow irises, black eyes, black goo leaking from his mouth, pale skin, darkened eye bags, a distorted voice, and dark veins that cover his neck, arms, legs, and face.

Before Miles kills his father first, he is stopped by his friends who try to stop him the Spider Man way, which involves a small goose chase running on the walls and combat between each other, with Miles getting the upper hand and defeating them. Of course, the Spider Gang aren't yet defeated and embrace Miles to get him to fight the entity. As they continue this method, it gets through to him. The strength of love and comfort banish the entity.

(I'm thinking of the shadow leaving Miles' body like a dark cloud exiting out of his mouth. Hobie lit it on fire so it stayed away. (He found out evil entities aren't immune to light so he decided lighting it on fire would help. Of course, this nearly burned the building down, but it turned out that not much was affected except Miles' parents, leaving them with concern; they're more worried about their son's safety.) After all this, Miles is alright, but left weak for a bit before getting back on his feet.

Still pondering whether Miles would tell his parents he's spider man and they accept him or he discusses his issues but not reveal him to be spider man (but his parents still support him with anything.)

I'm also still wondering how the story would differ if Miles could astral project and the spirit discovering him in the spiritual world. Then his friends have to reach out to Miles, possessed by the spirit, and free his soul from its confinement in the spirit world.

At the moment, I'm sticking with this concept. I’ll probably make changes once the short is released (very soon hopefully). Anyways, hope ya'll enjoyed and leave any suggestions and opinions!

[ladyphoenixfyre]

I consider myself to be OT7.

I’ve been quietly supporting each member as they release their solo endeavors, whether that be an album, a single, a collab, or (what some may consider) an EP.

I watched the MVs, listened to the entire JITB album, and nearly screamed myself hoarse watching Hobipallooza from my room.

I did the same for The Astronaut, even if I could only watch the CP concert the next day from a stream because I was so exhausted from work I fell asleep waiting for it. I loved watching Jin on Youngji’s No Prepare show, cackling and shrieking with laughter through it.

Same thing for Indigo, with Joon’s little concerts. Watched his interview with Pharrell, and other shows he made appearances in (I need to find an upload with English subs for the Dictionary of Useless Knowledge) and listened to the podcast from Art Basel. His appearance on the Pisick Show was fun and funny.

Loved Tae’s version of It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas, it’s on a playlist with all the other holiday songs that was playing during the season. I have to find subbed free versions of Jinny’s Kitchen because the little clips and gifs I saw Twitter just intrigued me more.

Same again for Left and Right, Bad Decisions (seriously, ARMY? Meeting up with Benny after a wild scavenger hunt-type thing? Lol), Sexxy Nukim, Crush, Vibe (thank you for the introduction to Taeyang!), On the Street, Smoke Sprite.

And again for FACE, staying up to watch Mimi’s music show appearances, and other show appearances (Radio SBS, PIXID, that fun one that I can’t remember the name of where he kept tossing that one guy into the pool after he figured out what action triggered the seat catapult thing).

And I will do so again for D-3.

And whatever else is released by all 7 members as soloists.

All that being said, my ultimate bias is Jimin, with the other 6 members taking turns being bias wreckers.

I identify more with his dance background than I do Hobi’s.

Hobi is a phenomenal dancer, his fluidity is something else and has made me wonder if the man has bones. Yes, I know he does, but you get where I’m going.

But it’s Jimin’s classical training that got my interest because of my own training.

I’m not a dancer, by the way. I took ballet and those few years I danced were my favorite because of all I experienced in that time frame.

Back to Jimin.

His dance background is what started me really looking into him. His duality (cutie pie one moment, Kitty Gang the next) and professionalism got me next. Then his personality just sealed the deal. His empathy to/for everyone around him, his sincere appreciation of and for ARMY, his politeness and humility around those not just his senior but to his juniors, too.

A lot of the time I want to squish him, wrap him up in a nice soft blanket, and put him in my pocket, away from the haters, antis, toxic solos, and everything bad in the world.

But he is grown ass adult, regardless of the fact that many want to treat him like a child. Yes, I’ll include myself in that group.

He makes adult decisions every day, personally, privately, and also professionally. Especially professionally.

We, as fans and people who don’t personally know him, have no say in ANY of his decisions. Voice your opinion all you want, it will not have any bearing or weight on his decision-making process. The only time someone else would have that impact is if he directly asks someone for their opinion and he decides it has weight.

That applies to ALL the members.

Know your place as a fan. We support the members individually and as a group by streaming the music and MVs they release, purchase albums and singles if our wallets allow, vote when we are able, and trend appropriate, official hashtags.

We have no say on their personal and professional lives. We have no right to their personal time and should leave them alone if they are out and about trying to be incognito.

We are so blessed and lucky that they share as much as they do.

I saw that someone had recently created a Twitter account for posting information about their flights. THAT is crossing a line. THAT is putting the members’ safety at jeopardy. THAT is not how ARMY should be.