#miles and hobie siblings.. so real to ME

[pavitrsgf]

small word nonsensical vomit about miles and hobie (PLATONIC.) wc: 1,165

it was a few months after uncle aarons death. his funeral had been held and his grave had been dug. miles could barely hold himself together, he didn’t have time to properly grieve him. he got caught up in having to literally save everybody that he didn’t realize he couldn’t process his uncle’s death properly.

when it’s a quiet afternoon, gwen, pavitr and hobie drop by, it’s been happening quite a bit. offering miles company when they could, when they were free of spiderman duties. he appreciated them a lot, an awful lot, which is why when he’s alone, he feels a deep ache bloom in his chest.

it sits in his sternum and flows through his ribcage, an immaterial feeling inside. he doesn’t know how to deal with it, how to ignore it. so he does what he always does to let out his feelings: spray paint.

for miles, it hurt too much to go back to that place, but he figured there was nowhere else where he could not so legally paint a wall, (who was he kidding? it hurt so much, but the good memories there helped him comfort himself. he can’t admit that to anyone outside of his brain, it sounds sad and his teenage brain can’t handle it.)

he grabs his spray cans and runs off, yelling out a quick “bye!” to his mom and rushing (for what? he silently asks) to the underground wall.

as he walks through, he feels like wanting to cry. how did it hurt worse after he died? shouldn’t it have hurt him more in the moment? why is the ache getting worse? he asks, but there are no answers for him. he just wants to see his face again.

as he reaches the wall, he begins immediately. it’s sloppy, it’s rushed. he doesn’t care, he’s just putting on colors, it can be fixed later. though, he gets caught up on the mistakes. his feelings of incompetency from when he first started as spiderman creeping up and blending with the unknown and hurtful ache. he knows, deep down, this doesn’t have to do with his skills as spiderman, but his irrationality rears its ugly head and connects the two.

he berates himself for it, for everything. for everyone who di—

“oi, mate, you up to any barney rubble today?” hobie’s smile is heard through his thick accent that cuts through the air, effectively shocking miles enough to almost drop the can he was holding.

miles then turns around to say something, but his heart is stuck in his throat and he merely chuckles and sends a quick wave his way. his focus has been deterred now, no matter how much he tries, his hand cannot stop shaking and he cannot spray more paint for some reason.

hobie’s brow raises at his silence, miles is usually never ending with his teasing at hobie’s “language” and accent, with his nonsensical quips and jokes. a non stop rabbiter, if you asked hobie.

“d’you need any company, china plate?” he asks softly and miles shakes his head yes and continues splattering on random colors and making obscure shapes. he doesn’t know what he’s making.

the taller man decides to drop the talking, while he absolutely loves a good rabbit and pork with his mates, it’s clear miles is not currently in the headspace for one. (or here emotionally at all, his mind seems blank and far from here.)

hobie steals some cans off the floor and starts on making a portrait of himself (as he’s working on his nose, he hears a chuckle and a snort from beside him, it paints a smile on his face)

hobie’s exceptionally more experienced than miles is at spray painting, he’s done his best (not really, just lightly put some work into it) to make himself with some doodles around and checks up on how miles is doing. he seems to have a struggle reaching the top of his drawing. while miles has been growing, he hasn’t quite reached at the height he’s currently attempting to paint.

hobie silently walks over and grabs miles, putting him on his shoulders with ease to help him reach the top of his drawing and guiding miles on how to make his drawing look dynamic. he’s in the middle of explaining a technique that helped him in the past when he feels a tear on his hand.

drip splash. drip splash. drip splash.

for a second, he questions if either of them are sweating hard and should take a break before they catch heat exhaustion, when he realizes that these drops are not sweat. he looks up and miles’ head is bowed down, looking to the side and tears streaming down his face. he refuses to make eye contact with hobie.

he worries he’s done something wrong, maybe he was too harsh? he knew sometimes he can be a bit blunt and annoying, but maybe he should’ve toned it down a bit.

“hey, mate, i’m sorr—“ he begins, but is cut off by miles’ voice, filled with tears.

“no, no, man. you’re fi—ne” his voice cracks at the word fine, a hiccup coming through right after. his hands frantically wipe against his face and he feels fucking mortified. sure, miles was a soft kid and had no problems showing his feelings, he was kind, but that didn’t mean it felt any less embarrassing to be caught crying in front of one of your biggest fucking role models.

hobie sets miles down and quickly, miles wonders if he’s scared hobie off. he knows that hobie would never do that, but right now he is sensitive and logic is not driving his brain.

hobie does not know what to fucking do. he hasn’t made a kid cry before (he has, he definitely has),

he doesn’t know what to do so he does the most familiar thing he knows, hugs.

he hugs miles tightly and rubs his hand up and down gently to calm him. and miles just lets go. hobie had reminded him so, so much of his uncle. he could not handle it, he can’t. he misses his uncle. he misses peter parker. he misses the life he had before. it’s not alright, not yet. that’s why when hibie connects the dots as to why miles is sobbing, he doesn’t say anything. he knows when words are helpful and when they aren’t. right now, he can bask in his hurt. he can heal later, he has all the time in the world. he cannot skip this crucial moment.

bonus:

when hobie brings the rest of the teen spider gang to miles’ painting site, they are shocked at the murals that cover the walls. it’s them. all of them. separate portraits, some have all four of them, some have different combinations of the four. but it’s them nonetheless. and when miles sees their faces, he knows he is not alone in this. he knows he can move past this.

[bruciemilf]

Obligatory things I need in beyond the spider verse or ELSE:

Miles and 42 Miles sibling banter

42 Miles roasting the fuck out of Miguel “How you gonna let Dark Garfield fold you? Couldn’t be me.”

MORE HOBIE

MILES AND THE SINISTER SIX TEAM UP

“If you can’t have a loyal friend, find a good enemy.”

FELICIA MOTHERFUCKING HARDY

Felicia recognizing Peter B under the Spidey mask immediately. “I know that’s you, Pete.”

“Play dumb.” “… Who’s Peter?” “Not THAT dumb.”

Extremely important to me that Felicia calls Peter B and every Peter variant “peanut”

Her revealing that actually, he broke up with HER, and no one believes it. Patrick (Web-Slinger) is particularly doubtful until Peter B confirms it.

“I did break up with her! Why’s that so surprising?”

Noir: I want to be honest, but I also want to be nice

Patrick: Usually when I make a mistake, it’s not intentional

Cliche as fuck, but, Peter variants chasing Felicia (she’s creating a diversion) and they end up in an elevator. Felicia being stuck between Peter variants like, “me-ow.”

PEOPLE BEING DOWN BAD FOR FELICIA THATS ALL

42 Miles calling Felicia (yes this is rapidly becoming a Felicia post I’m aware) “auntie Fel”

Pav and Miles friendship <3 Miles saying he wishes he could be as effortlessly great as Pav, and Pav refuting that by saying “are you kidding me? I’d give everything to be… Real. Like you. Miles, you’re great because you work to be. Even when you think you’re not.”

GWEN APOLOGIZING AND BEING A LITTLE JEALOUS OF MILES’ NEW SQUAD

Miguel finally apologizing to Miles and owning up to his mistakes. Also finally meeting Rio and getting the shit beat out of him with a shoe

GREEN GOBLIN BEING THE FINAL VILLAIN

Peter seeing others being down bad for Felicia and being confronted with the fact that he still has feelings for her

He’s also super jealous but insists that’s not the case. “Me? Jealous? Who’s jealous haha not me” (eye twitching)

The spider gang hanging out at the underground spot Miles goes to for graffiti and posing for a picture, which Miles submits to an art contest/scholarship and wins

The prompt was “Expectations Met”

[kookies2000]

To anyone mad at Gwen from the film, you gotta understand. She was homeless after her dad chose the law over her and tried to take her to jail for being Spider Woman. So she had to stay with Hobie. Even if the relationship was a sibling dynamic or a sexual one, Hobie was a real man for giving her shelter. I've done that, too. Had to leave to another state to see an old guy freimed from theater. He let me stay at his apartment for a few days and nights until it was safe for me to go back. And yes, he has a girlfriend who didn't mind because we literally called each other little sister and older brother.

And Gwen wasn't allowed to see Miles by force, not choice. Jessica and Miguel forbid her from seeing Miles because he's an abnormally. So she didn't have a choice. And yet she still went to see him.

Like, I get why some may be mad at her, but can you see why she lied? She knew if Miles met Miguel, it wouldn't end well for him, so she had to keep Miles in the dark. If you want to be mad at her, be mad she opened a collectible from its box!!!

[hailucy]

REQUESTS for fanfics

Hi everyone! I’m Hai! i use she/her pronouns

I’ve always been using tumblr to read fanfics but never to write or post anything, however lately i’ve been having an urge to write fics. So here i am *jazz hands*

Disclaimer: I’m not the best at grammar specifically comma placements so if there’s a problem with any of that please ignore it or message me!! Also i’m probably a slow writer :) i’ll most likely start with drabbles and work my way up

MEDIA I WRITE FOR:

(names written are the characters i would favour writing however you can suggest any)

Harry Potter (golden trio era):

Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Blaine Zabini, any of the other slytherins

PJO:

Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez, Annabeth Chase,

Shameless USA:

Lip Gallagher, Carl Gallagher

(i’m only on season 3 but i know a lot of spoilers so that’s why i decided to write for shameless however if requesting please don’t center it around big plot points that occur after season 3, i’ll update after each season i’ve watched)

Acotar:

Azriel, Cassian, Nesta Archeron, Eris Vanserra, Lucien, Vanserra

Doctor Who:

9th Doctor, 10th Doctor, 11th Doctor, 12th Doctor, 13th Doctor, Rose Tyler, Donna Noble(platonic)

Across the Spiderverse:

Miles 42, Hobie Brown, Miguel O’Hara

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid, Elle Greenaway

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester

(i’m only on season 5 so if requesting please don’t center it around big plot points that occur after/during season 5, i’ll update after each season i’ve watched)

Dominic Fike:

(hes the only [real] person i will write for as of now)

WHAT I WRITE:

- GN reader and Fem Reader (only because i’m more comfortable and experienced)

- Fluff

-Angst (my favourite)

-suggestive

WHAT I DONT WRITE:

-Smut (i’m not comfortable with it… yet;)

-incest, pedophilia or anything that correlates with these things

-yandere (i’m simply not able to write it. no shaming over here i promise!)

-second chance but the reason they broke up was because one cheated or abused the other. (i’m sorry but i cant, they deserve better) however i am able to write cheating or abuse if asked but only if it ends with a happy ending and reader does not end up with abuser/cheater. Or if there was a mistake(miscommunication when it comes to the cheating)

-If a character is part of the Lgbtq+ community i will not pair them with a gender they don’t like romantically (like Ian Gallagher x fem reader but i can do GN reader). This doesn’t mean i won’t write sibling or platonic reader for that person

CHARACTERS I DONT WRITE FOR:

(because i’m a hater, i’m sorry. however they can be mentioned or be the ‘antagonist’ but they can’t be the main character )

Luke Castellan, Rhysand, Feyre Archeron, Elain Archeron, Debbie Gallagher(don’t hate her but i don’t really understand/like her character enough to write for her), Calypso(i’m an avid hater)

Reminder i will write for anyone not mentioned but i will prioritise the names listed above

[chimerathewriter]

Goody two shoes

Chapter 2 Tears and fruit tea

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Summary: Gloria wakes up with shocking news on her part and then she have to go with her parents and older brother great

TW: finally real tw body shaming, nigerian parents, low self esteem, misoginy towards heroines, dick of a borther,

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Gloria woke up with knocking on her door, she already knew who it was, she opened the door

" Eniola is 8 am, what do you want?" she asked obviously still sleepy, the other girls was blasting the tablet screen on her face

" What?"

" Read it"

" The worst hero ever, does Spider Thorn know she have to catch the thief not letting them go, I can't believe on what I'm about to say but it seems that we have to rely on spiderman not a spiderwoman" she quoted and there was tape of her and Hobie

" That asshole of J. Jonah Jameson" Eniola was fuming

" Eny calm down is not that bad" she yawned and sat down on the bed, her bestfriend followed her

" Yeah but the comment....."

" Let them be at the end of the day I'm still doing my job"

" Alright, anyway Miles and the group are going to look around are you coming" the girls sighed

" Nah Ikenna is back I'm going to lunch with the family, so after" she explained

" Are you going to be okay?" her friend gave her a worried look

" Yes don't worry" she smiled soon after Eniola left

After some times Gloria was finally ready to see her family, she didn't know why she was that nervous, well she knew her older brother was consider the perfect son, from education to job. He was the CEO of a big tech company in London. Even if they were sibling it never felt like they were, he was way older than her. Many people mistaken them for son and daughter.

The closer she got to her destination, the more her spidey senses tingled, since she got bit everytime her brother was near him her sense pricked

" There she is" she could hear her mother voice, she put on a smile and walked over, she hugged her brother

" Oh my god Gloria you've grown so much" he smiled

" Hi bro, is been a while" she sat down

" Now that everybody is here we can start ordering" her father said

" So how is NYU going?"

" Is going well, I'm almost done with coding project, how is London?" she explained

" A little bit gloomy, it reminds me of here"

" I have a friend from there his name is Hobie and....

" He? I hope you are not doing anything stupid" her mother warned, she rolled her eyes

" Gloria don't roll your eyes at your mother" her father pointed a finger at her

" Sorry mom, but you are exaggerating I said that he's a friend and I'm almost 20...and...." she stop and sighed

" Sorry mom but you don't need to worry, he's just a friend and he's not even my type" the waiter finally came with food, she hoped that with food the tension would have loosen up, but she was wrong.

" Is it not too much?" her father pointed at her food, she closed her eyes she knew exactly what was about to come

" I skipped breakfast to come here and....

" Your father is right, and too much food will make you sleepy and if you are sleepy you will study less" she exhaled deeply, she started to eat

" Mom I appreaciate that you are worried about my health but the food portion is fine" she

" I'm worried because if you gain weight....

" Mom please stop this a celebration for my coming back, I wiil be so sad if Gloria starves" Ikenna added, stopping their mother ranting, the lunch went completly in silence, with only some questions and answers.

" Oh I forgot what about that girl you were seeing what's her name... Amara...no Amaka yes Amaka"

" We are still together and going strong" he said all bashful, making all the family smile

" So when are you going to her father's house?" their father asked, the man smiled

" Very soon" they all clapped their hands

" Congratulation bro" she patted on his back

" Oh we are going to have grandchildren soon" their mother sang excitedly

" Mom I haven't proposed yet, I don't know if she will say yes"

" She will you are a good man" they continued to eat the atmosphere was , she looked at her phone and giggled

" Who is it?" her mother asked

" Uhm Eniola, her and Miles are near with some our old classmates from V.I.S.I.O.N" her smile deminshed

" So you are leaving soon?" she nodded in response

" Alright but first get changed" she looked at her mother confused

" Uhm what's wrong with what I'm wearing"

" Wait you are going to meet your firends like that mba agaghị ekwe omume, you stomach is showing is not looking good, like if you were some pounds lighter...." she stood up and all eyes were on her, her heart was beating fast, like somebody was about to rip it out

" Mom I'm going to go like this, and I thought you said I was beautiful"

" Yes you are, but I'm worried about you"

" Then please be less worried, you are always up my ass"

" Gloria..."

" Dad please as much I respect you I'm not in the mood for your shouting" she massaged her temples

I probably look like Miguel now

" Mom I know you love me but please let me be , I'm not a kid, I have my own job, and all my successes should make you think wow I have a responsible daughter"

" Alright sorry I didn't mean to make you feel a certain way"

" Thank you, I need to go, see you"

" Are you not coming home?" Ikenna asked

" No I will explain you later" she tip the waiter and left, not know that her friend saw what happened, she started to leave

Why do mom and dad do this everyday, first they compliment me and then demoralize me the worst way possible. Or are they saying the thruth do I really look that hideous?

Suddenly she felt a hand gripping her arm, she turned around and it was Hobie, he had a terrified look that turned into an angry one.

" Have you lost your mind? You could have been hit by a car" he shouted at her, she finally understood the situation.

" I'm sorry I... I don't know what got into me" her lips where shaking the the boy noticed her eyes becoming glossy

" Is fine are you alright?"

" Uhm yes I just need a cold drink" she dried the thin layer of sweat on her forhead, they walked towards a cafe the punk artist eyes never stop following

" Oh is that is not our girl Gloria" the cafe honour shouted making the girl smile

" Hi Aileen can I have alarge mango fruit tea with apple poppoing ball" they seated down

" So what about your new fine boyfriend" Aileen asked them

" No... no he's a good friend Hobie" the girls answered nervously

" What does your friend Hobie wants then?"

" What she order" he answered bluntly, he was not even answering he was still staring the girl who was seated in front of him

" What?"

" You literally got almost hit by car

" I got distracted okay" she tried to avoid his piercing black eyes, he gave up on having an answer they remained in silent, with the sound of people and children chatting

" Here you go your two mango fruit tea"

" Thank you how much..."

" Is on the house especially after you helped my kids passing their exams"

" Alright" the lady left them to the enjoy the drink

" So you helped her kids to pass their exams'" she nodded at the question

" Yes, many of their classmates were paying alot of money for tutors they even have one for every subject but they couldn't afford it so I offered myself, I had to convinve my parents though"

" Why? You are helping people who are in need"

" Right? But it seem that they don't get it, they thought it would have distracted me from my studies, they said if they couldn't afford it they should have never gone to VISIONS"

" Oh they are some capitalistic cunts" he commented leaving the girl speachless for later on bursting in laughter

" Yes they are"

" But trust me they were not like that before"

"Really?" he looked at her skeptical

" Yes, when they came here they lived in a bedroom apartment in Queens, after some years they had me we were still living in poverty they were kind, lovable and they were my parent"

" Then the money came and they literally froze the same people who told me that they would have supporting they.........." she felt tears going down her

" Sorry I don't know why I'm saying all of this" she laughed trying to dry her tears

" I'm so stupid"

" No you're not, some parents fucking suck and you should be feeling soffocated by those twats" he dried her tears, she didn't expect his hands to be this soft and warm, she felt her face heating

" Thank you" she whispered, he smiled making her more bashful

" We should go and meet the other" he cleared his throat

" Yes we should" they stood up

" Did you liked it?" she pointed at the drink

" Yes it was sweet" he smiled looking at her

" Good"

AN: Sorry this is another long chaoter epsecially for the mobile reader, I'm writing this on my lapton and I noticed that is too long on the mobile app.

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[gamerbearmira]

Spiderwoman au - snippet (Minor ATSP spoilers)

"Hey! who's the new guy" Mirabel yelled as she swung across the Mumbatten buildings.

"Hey Mira!" Gwen and Pavitr greeted.

"Hey, guess what he showed up and he wasn't even invited" Hobie said with his innocent ignorance.

"I'm no-" Miles tried to speak but obviously that wasn't happening.

"Oh wow, oh! you must be Miles, well let me introduce myself"!

"My name is Mirabel Madrigal and for the past 6 years I have been the Encanto's one and only Spider woman."

"I was bit by a radioactive spider."

"Being spider woman is so cool, I get to fight bad guys, help lots of people, and spend time with my familia AND lots of other cools stuff too!"

Images of Mirabel's life from when she was bitten, to fighting bad guys, to helping civilians with tasks, to her family. One little image showed Camilo, Mirabel, and Antonio hanging out. Looking truly happy, others showed Mirabel being sidelined but Mira has gotten over it a long time ago...sort of.

She knows her worth and knows that she doesn't need gift to feel appreciated. But it still hurt to know that her abuela wants her out of the way, it still hurt to know that her own sister wants her out of the way. But at least she had Dolores, Camilo, and Antonio to make things a little better.

And now that she's a part of the spider council community she no longer feels like she's alone. Pavitr is so nice and sweet, Hobie and Gwen are cool, and Miguel is...something but nice. It doesn't take spidey sense for Mira to know not to get on his bad sad.

She loves telling Dolores, Camilo, and Antonio about all the cool adventures she has and the people she's meeting. Hobie, Gwen, and Pavitr have visited her in Encanto. Antonio loves all of them and never stops asking them questions whenever they visit.

Mira has this little odd-looking spider pet, that bit her, named Pedro. She named it that because it gave her a miracle the same way Abuelo Pedro gave her family a miracle. Mirabel's world is a mixture of 1950's and futurism, kind of like this.

Mirabel saw Gwen saw Gwen wearing a jumper and was completely fascinated by it. They have sweaters in her world yes, but not hoodie sweaters and jackets.

"What is it?"

"A...hoodie?"

"....Where do I get one?"

And that's how a hoodie became part of her spider wardrobe. She's seen people, mostly news reporters/anchors comment on how odd looking it is. But she doesn't care, there comfortable and most of them are gifts from Hobie.

She finds Peter B. funny, and she absolutely loves mayday.

Life was...going good to say the least

"And-WOAH" Mirabel began to speak but what looked to be a black disk was thrown at her.

Mira and the other four looked to see a black hole that seemed coming out of nowhere. Game time.

(I tried my best, I forgot most of the movie, so yeah)

Not her being obsessed with hoodies 😭

Not but. 6 years is longer than ANYBODY on the current Miles team, even SpiderPunk 💀 but anyway. I think her and Miles would be pretty good friends. Also, her being happy with pretty much the warm siblings. F sobbing bro. LET HER BE HAPPY WITH THE FAMILYYYYY.

But her immediately help, not out of obligation of being a spider person, but also just cause is so cool.

Forgetting the whole movie is real bro 🥸 AND I LIKE THE DESIGN‼️‼️‼️ little spider friend, IM CRYING 🐓

[the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers]

Origins

Title: Orgins Word Count: 2,033 Warnings: Some cursing and mentions of violence! Nothing graphic but be safe! (Also maybe some OOCness, I tried tho!) Ship: Mainly this is a Spider-Siblings fic (my new tag for when I'm with the group) but some allusions to 'A Different Web to Weave' (Miguel x myself) Summary: Rebecca finally sits down to explain her origin story over lunch.

"Wait, so you never did tell us," Miles spoke as he and his friends bobbed and weaved through the crowded hallways of the Hub towards the cafeteria.

The one leading the group was the smallest out of all of them. Her vibrant amethyst hair bounced with each step she took. Out of the group and all of the passersby, the girl stood out like a sore thumb, her only attire being a black satin sundress. But the smile on her face, as she turned her heel and stumbled to face Miles, spoke volumes in her view.

"I never told you, guys, what exactly? How I got Mr. Scary to crack a smile?"

Her tone was coy but the way her smile spread across her face revealed that she had an idea to what they may have meant. The teens rolled their eyes but Rebecca could hear their low chortles and silent breath of laughter.

"Yeah! I mean, no, tell me that another time." Miles pleaded as she stepped forward to fall in line with her own forward-facing steps again. "You never told us how you began to don your mask!"

"You mean the mask I basically never wear?" Rebecca laughed as her hand glided across the table that they so often sat at.

"I still don't understand how that works..." Pavitr murmured thoughtfully as he slid into his seat.

Rebecca only shrugged as she plopped down into her usual spot to claim it. "My dimension's logic? Either that or magical girl logic! But gimme a sec."

Rebecca then got up and took a mental note of everyone's orders before she skipped off to get it. After a lunch line wait and a wobbly trip back, Rebecca slid everything to everyone before dropping her body back onto her stool. Her friends were quite familiar with the sickening sweet shakes she loved but were curious to see her with actual food in her tray.

"Empanadas? Tryna piss off the 'big boss'?" Hobie asked with a quirked brow.

Rebecca smiled as she went to wrap the napkins she brought over the scalding breaded pastries. "As disappointed as you may be, I got these for him. The guy hasn't eaten and that's not good for anyone, trust me!"

"You're too sweet to him. Why bother?"

"Eh, someone needs to keep peace in the Spider-Verse. I'm just doing my part! Besides, I think he may actually tolerate me now!" Rebecca said with her smile causing her eyes to crinkle.

The others in the friend group and a few nosy eavesdroppers stared at her in disbelief. On one hand, they all knew how turbulent the pair was when Rebecca had first gotten involved with Spider Society. But on the other, in more recent times, they had seen her perform what they could only describe as miracles in regard to their ruthless leader. Some of them even thought that the recluse would have her head if he heard her speak as though they were mere acquaintances.

But before anyone could dwell on the subject, Rebecca threw down some light novels. No one could call them comics but they weren't traditional manga either. All of them had Rebecca in a new cute outfit and a different pose per issue. "Okay this is not the last time, but as odd as it'll sound, it's all for real! Here we go!"

My name is Rebecca Grace Rozenaria! I'm a twenty-one-year-old part-time student, part-time retail worker, and the sister of Earth-9612's Spider-Man.

"Take that as you will," Rebecca wistfully mused as her fingers lingered on the panel where a man in typical red and blue colors swung through the city.

"Wait... you're the sister of Spider-Man?" Gwen asked as she brought her drink to her lips.

Rebecca nodded as she drew her hand away. "Yup, Zachary Parker's his name."

"But then what's with the different last name?" Miles questioned, leaning across the table to examine the art.

"Half-siblings, same mom but different dads. Something he'd remind me of so much when we were younger... Anyways! You've all heard of being bitten by a radioactive spider, right? That's what happened to you all and my brother."

I have a different take though! When I was nineteen, my two friends and I were messing around in an abandoned building a few towns from my own. My one friend, Ren, had been hearing about some odd events after an old sword went missing and felt drawn to check it out. My other friend and I went with because one) I'm always down for an adventure. Two) A lot of Security Bots from Alchemax have been going rogue and it's best not to be alone when that happens.

"Wait, what year are you in?!" Gwen questioned now, the way her piercing glimmered in the light brought Rebecca out of her thoughts.

"2023, my dear. But the difference I think is that Alchemax isn't just a chemical lab in my universe. It's a household name that seems to mask a privately owned military-based company, at least that's what I've been able to dig up." Rebecca spoke of this as she sipped her cotton candy shake, acting as if this was just some weekly high school drama she heard in the showers.

"How'd you manage that?"

"I've got contacts! It pays to be sweet and harmless. ...Maybe that's why each branch wanted to recruit me after high school. That or they're more desperate than an ex-partner." Rebecca smiled with another sip.

Once again, the others could only eat the food as they hung to her every word.

Anyway, my friend Ren had discovered an old rite or something that may calm down the area's weirdness so as college kids do, we tried it. Nothing happened at first, and honestly, we were going to write it off as a night of fun. But then the wall fell away revealing a blinding gold light. I honestly thought that we had reached the heavens!

Rebecca then flipped a few pages until she found the centerpiece. The picture displayed the glowing hole in the 4 story building and the silhouette of a towering male drider. Her pale fingers tapped the silhouette's head repeatedly as she leaned in.

That's what I thought anyway, but I'm pretty sure angels of ANY type aren't LITERAL spider people. Angels also don't go hunting as far as I know. Regardless, this towering being growled that killing us at that moment would be boring. So he demanded that one of us become worthy prey. Both of my friends have such promising futures, so I stepped forward. This being and I made a pact. He'd give me some power to harness as I saw fit, but at the end of the day, I am his hunt.

Rebecca laid her left wrist across the pile and turned it to reveal faint puncture marks in her veins. The others all leaned in trying to wrap their heads around the story. Their thoughts rushed to explain this as a normal bite from some uncommon animal, but then they remembered where they sat.

Unbelievable, I know. To this day, even after more run-ins with him and everything I've seen and done, I wouldn't buy it if I wasn't there. My own brother didn't and... that got him killed.

Rebecca's eyes fell to her lap as her voice faded and her lips tightened. After a few shakey breaths, she flipped her hand over to turn through the pages.

Remember how I said some security bots often went rogue? Well, at a party, another 'virus' broke lose in them and they were desperate to gain vengence on their captors. The only problem is that they tend to view any bio-organism as such. So they were on a rampage and I went in to save who I could, so did my brother. We were doing fine on our own, until he saw me. He demanded I run, that I shouldn't be here, that I was of no use here, but there were still so many. I tried to listen but I saw one coming at him and I out-maneuvered it. I told him this wasn't the time to argue but he seemed pissed! He started going off that I couldn't 'outdo' him and I 'always had to be better than him.' I tried to reason with him saying he could lash out later once we were safe but he didn't get that chance.

Once again, Rebecca flipped the page and revealed the gruesome scene from her memories.

While he was raving and fighting, he got even more pissed whenever I tried to help him. So as I turned to go help evacuate people, a machine plunged it's arm... Right. Through. His. Chest...

Once again Rebecca tightened her lips. But now, her chest shuddered as she took a deep breath. She took a moment to blink back tears while the others reached out to comfort her. Despite this, she only offered a sad smile of reply as she rubbed the back of her hands against her wet eyes.

I-I'll spare you the details as I still have nightmares and don't need you lovelies getting them... But the machines had gotten what they wanted. I wasn't strong enough o-or fast enough to save him... Maybe me being there or me listening IS what got him killed...

The others wanted to speak up, to retort with the soothing words that she often shared with them. But all that cut through the air was a sorrowful silence.

Maybe this was all just meant to happen... I don't know... But as much of an ass as he was, he still was my brother... So after that and weaving the story that he died protecting his helpless, handicapped sister to my family... I donned the figuritve mask, wanting to leave his legacy intact. But you know when people see spider powers, they think we're all cut from the same cloth. So I became commonly known as Spider-Girl. And now I fight for the truly helpless as a hero and civilain so that I can help those from living the same fate I have...

Another silence hung in the air, creeping down like an arachnid would on their silken string.

"That's quite the story there..." Miles finally breathed.

"It's so similar, but still..." Gwen continued, her blue eyes flickering from the splayed pages to the lilac lady before her.

Hobie bit the inside of his lip while Pavitr slowly rubbed Rebecca's back unsure of what to say.

Rebecca sighed before granting them another smile. "Sorry to end that on a somber note! I'm still working on making it less depressing! Any tips?"

The group only shook their heads.

"I'll work on it then, and leave my friend Ace to tell you about the time-loop arc." Rebecca said with a breath of laughter.

"Time-loop arc?!" The group wondered in near unison

"That's how Miguel found out my existence and let me tell you he was not happy, speaking of which--" Rebecca glanced down at the doughy treat before her and patting it gently, "These are now perfect eating temperature so Mr. O'Hangry won't burn himself! So let me deliever 'em!"

Miles stood up, making his way to block the smaller woman from leaving. "Vaguely mentioning Spider-Demons I get... kinda, but time-loops! You can't just mention that and wander off like it's nothing!"

Rebecca used the slight flail of his arms to stumble past him. "Yes, I can~! If you want to know so badly, ask Miguel! But before I go, I wanna remind you all that you never have be alone, alright? If you need me, I'm here!"

"But for now," Rebecca called as she stumbled back from them, "see ya~!"

With that, the lilac lady went skipping off to the parts of Spider Society that few dared to willingly go. As the rest of the group scanned over Rebecca's light novels and ate, Gwen mused to herself.

"Just your friendly, neighborhood, antithesis. Am I right?"

It was only as the group continued to eat and look at the books did they realize Rebecca hadn't taken their lunch money and sneakily treated them. They'd get their answers and their payback next time...

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

My sibling in Christ, Imma have to put a melaniated Amen on that.

Racist!HobieStans - He would not even like you.

Like oh, the complexity of a traumatized, angry, masculine black man is daunting and unattractive to you? Then leave him alone tf!!!!!!

If you find the black people ON HERE too abrasive and mean, my friend what make you think you could swallow a pill like Hobie?

Cause he's nice to Gwen??

If you're a white person who can't hold a conversation on apartheid or colorism or hair texturism what makes you think you'd be able to keep up with Hobie??

Genuine question.

Real Hobie?

You wouldn't even be able to get past 'Fake-Punk Hobie'.

If you are uneducated in racism - especially now when you have all the outlets to educate yourself literally on the device you are reading this on - Hobie wouldn't fuck with you heavy.

You'd be looking at him with that 'whatdatmean' face because he mentioned Marcus Garvey and you've never heard of Pan-Africanism before (because you don't care)

He may joke with you - but you ain't getting past Fake Punk Hobie.

Hobie is a guarded person. A tolerant one, but a guarded one.

Hobie chooses to reveal himself to those he seems safe, educated, or oppressed.

If you don't educate yourself on oppression, especially black oppression ..

You think he wouldn't treat you how he treated Miles the whole first scene?

If you refuse to look past the surface - he ain't letting you past the surface.

So... How you gonna hate from outside the club.. when you can't even get in????? (Who here get that reference)

Y'all always wanna write fics where y'all downtalk the superficial groupies who only wanna fuck Hobie -

THAT'S SOME OF Y'ALL.

Y'all are the groupies y'all hate so much. The fans who only wanna fuck him and see him play at shows and then don't give a fuck if he actually has emotions or personhood or dimensions.

Those chicks in your fics that wanna push other fans aside at shows just so they can sexualize Hobie and flash him - that's y'all.

And y'all project.

I always wondered why y'all hated groupies so much in y'all fics. Me personally, I love Groupies.

Diane is Hobies biggest groupie and you can check the record!!!!!!

But now I understand why.

Anyway, in this one instance - don't be a groupie. Educate yourself on antiblackness and racism and colorism and let the black people speak and exist and

Actually engage with them in conversion?? Instead of this passive aggressive vagueposting y'all be pulling.

Anyway.. you thought he was feeling you??? You a munch!!!!!!!!

Okay so I'm angry, feel free to ignore or whatever.

warnings: swearing, terrible grammar, possible spelling mistakes.

white fanfic creators will worship the white / white passing characters and get so fuckin mad when people " mis-characterize " those characters. when in reality others are usually exploring the character as a whole. maybe they're kind in a fic or the 'precious cinnamon roll' gets genuinely mad for a good reason. but that doesn't fit their view of said character and they feel so comfortable yelling at whoever wrote the fic and shitting all over them???

then they want to strip a black character of their blackness and pretend like racism doesn't exist in their little worlds and they make black readers feel so... false? like we don't even actually exist. like they won't even go through the bare minimum of finding new ways to express embarrassment it's ALWAYS blushing. or feeling your face turn red. and someones always playing with y/ns hair??

but god forbid a black writer create a black reader that other people can fuckin enjoy? or express that a BLACK character might feel uncomfortable dating a white person?? or the (black) character and their white significant other will experience the world differently?

and it hurts cause fanfic writers will spend hours up to weeks researching a time period or a fantasy race (elf, dragon, witch, etc) for accuracy but they won't consider it for a black character or reader? thats so sad.

especially when they take offence at black writers only wanting other people of color to interact with their posts. Like you kick us out of the chatacters xreader tag. but the xblack!reader tag is for everyone?

and then the smut. it's always borderline racist. like the character frowned or got angry once and now they're characterized as a toxic, rude, violent person? like if you want rough smut there are so many not-black characters who are word for word what you want. but you instead force those ideas onto the black characters with no evidence!

like they aren't porn-bots for your little kinks. they mean something to those black readers and writers who finally got some representation and now we've gotta scroll through pages of uncomfortable smut to find one fic where the character is sweet... but y/n is white as hell.

like i hardly write because im afraid of white fanfic writers taking my stories as a personal offence. especially with Hobie. since there's always someone in his tag with their "hot take" or actively yelling at a black writer bc we express these feelings.

like just shut up. please. or do some fucking research.

[justcourttee]

Hey. Can you write one where the batfam visits Marinette at school and the class is just plain surprised and chaos ensues. You can include any salt (if yes, preferably Alya and a jealous Adien). Ship is daminette with sibling Jasonette or something like that. Thanks

Sorry It’s a little late! I hope this is something like what you had in mind :)) @long-lost-peace

Career Day

“-And it was just terrible Damian! Lila literally stood in front of the class and told them how she tried to get you all to come for career week, but that you all were just so busy in Thailand on a business trip that you just didn’t see how you could make it.”

Damian chuckled at his exasperated girlfriend. He knew how agitated this sausage haired woman made her, but his laughter couldn’t be helped. After all, every time she enters a rant, her little nose scrunches up in the cutest way that he couldn’t help but compare to the hamster she’s always wanted.

“Damiannnn, this isn’t funny! I was literally going to ask Dick if he could come for Friday’s session, Madame Bustier knew that too! So for her to step up and claim that it was all her idea? Gods, now he can’t even come because everyone will praise her for ‘convincing’ him to show up.”

“I know my love, what if father and I show up instead? Dick is on a business trip in Thailand right now, attempting to expand the company into further international business, but I’m sure even he would drop the meeting if you asked.”

Marinette let out a sigh as she slunk down into her seat, only the top of her head visible in the laptop camera.

“I know he would, but I’m retracting my ask. I really don’t want to deal with the backlash. Besides, it’s getting late. Chat will be expecting me for patrol in an hour and I haven’t even started my homework yet.”

Damian nodded as they said their goodbyes before signing off his computer. His hand absentmindedly reached for the small token the Marinette had given him just last summer. It was a river stone that she had engraved with the name he had first called her; Hobi.

He spun the stone several times before gently setting it back in its rightful spot. If he wanted to help his love, then he was going to need more chaotic energy than his own. Picking up his phone, Damian dialed a number he had learned by heart over the years. The phone had barely rung twice before the man answered.

“What up demon spawn? Ready to cause some trouble for dear old dad?”

Damian rolled his eyes trying not to imagine what Jason could’ve possibly meant. Instead, he turned his focus to the task at hand.

“This is more important Todd. Marinette needs our help.”

There was a momentary pause on the other side of the phone and for a brief second, Damian was tempted to check to see if Jason had accidentally hung up on him. (it wouldn’t have been the first time.) He was both relieved and perplexed when a sound rang through the background that was suspiciously similar to a gun being loaded.

“Well, why didn’t you start with that Damian? Who exactly do I have to kill?”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  . . .

Career week couldn’t come to an end fast enough for Marinette. Hearing Lila’s false tears over her Damiboo and favorite brother-in-law not being able to make it despite her constant begging was both infuriating and a bit nauseating. She was almost certain that if Damian heard the word Damiboo uttered in a half-mile radius of himself, he would bring down his sword on that person’s neck.

“Alright class, settle down.” Madame Bustier walked into the room, an ear-splitting grin accompanying her. “We have a few very special guests to finish off this Career Week. In fact, one of your own classmates made this meeting happen!”

The class muttered excitedly as all eyes landed on Lila in the front row. Marinette placed her head on her desk, ignoring Adrien’s hand attempting to rub calming circles in her back. She was 100% done with this week.

“Please welcome Bruce Wayne and his associates here to talk about the world of Entrepreneurship.”

Several jaws hit the desks as Bruce walked in, Jason and Damian in tow, all wearing bright smiles. Marinette sat up so fast that her back crushed Adrien’s hand into the bench behind them.

“Ouch, excited much my lady?”

Marinette ignored his teasing as her eyes narrowed in on her boyfriend standing in the front of the room, an absolute shit-eating grin gracing his face.

“Oh no.” Adrien followed her stare down to the boy in the front of the room, instantly feeling a dislike for him. If his lady was uncomfortable, then so was he.

“Thank you for having me Madame Bustier and on such short notice. I realize that Marinette said it would only be my son Dick Grayson, but seeing as he was away for a business trip, I just knew I couldn’t leave our favorite Parisian high and dry.”

There was an instant silence across the room as all eyes turned from where Lila sat in the front row to where Marinette sat in the back. She wanted to shrink in her seat and disappear from the number of people looking at her, but it felt impossible.

“Anyways, I would like to start my presentation by stating-”

“Excuse me, sir!” Alya’s hand shot into the air, her stare intense as some of Gotham’s finest.

“Uhm I haven’t covered any information yet Miss, did you have a question about my flight?”

A few chuckles sounded throughout the classroom, but that didn’t seem to stop Alya as she stood, her arms crossed in front of her body.

“I believe you owe my best friend an apology. Marinette didn’t get you here, Lila did.”

Bruce’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked back to where Jason and Damian stood.

“I didn’t get your girlfriend’s name wrong, did I, Damian?”

Damian shook his head, his grin pulling into a smirk as his eyes met Marinette’s.

“I would hope you didn’t father. After all, you have known her for years now.”

Bruce nodded thoughtfully as if considering Damian’s information as a possibility.

“So as I was saying, thanks to Marinette-”

“You mean Lila? Damian, how could you mix up your own fiancee with a shell of a human being like Marinette.”

Damian took a step forward, one hand on his shoulder holding him back as Jason sent a wink in his direction.

“Madame Bustier, if I understood right, Brucie here offered a free trip for your class to the Thailand location this winter if they could sit through just one measly presentation. Are you really going to let this rude child ruin that for the rest of the class?”

Bustier’s smile wavered as she turned her attention to where Alya sat, motioning for her to sit and zip her lips. With a great huff of annoyance, Alya compiled.

“Excellent, now that we can begin-”

“I’m just saying, Mr. Wayne. Lila did all this hard work, attended all your charity functions, helped your city’s heroes, and is betrothed to your son. How could you not recognize her?”

Madame Bustier tried to wave Alya down once more but it was useless.

“Alya, is it?” the girl nodded confidently as she slung her arm around Lila’s shoulders. “I suggest that whoever this Lila person is, you should reconsider your friendship with her. If you or she were caught spreading rumors about another billionaire besides myself, you might not make it off so easily. We take defamation very seriously as it could hurt our empires. Take that as lesson one for Entrepreneurship; always know who you’re working with.”

Alya’s mouth gaped like a fish out of water as she slipped back down into her seat, her eyes burning holes into the side of Lila’s head. With the new peace, Bruce continued his presentation with the full attention of the rest of the class. When the time came for questions, every hand but two were raised high.

“How about you sir? The blonde in the back beside Marinette.”

Adrien stood, his eyes narrowed in on Damian.

“You said the first lesson was to always know who you’re working with, well, did you know that your son is a liar?”

Another round of hushed whispers echoed through the room as Adrien took the first step down toward the front of the classroom. Bruce cocked his head to the side as he instinctively put out a hand to catch Damian before he could move forward.

“How would you justify that kid?”

Adrien stepped closer, his posture rigid as his stare never left Damian’s face.

“Well, he’s been telling you that he’s been dating Marinette, but that is a lie. Marinette is my girlfriend.”

Damian’s fist curled as Jason took a step to intercept the two boys.

“I think you forgot to put a space between the girl and friend sir. You see, demon spawn here and pixie pop up there are together, no space. You and pixie pop are just friends.”

Everyone’s eyes shifted uneasily between the men, unsure of who was going to strike first. No one was given the chance as Marinette raced down the stairs, pulling Bustier to the side. Her whispers were harsh and rushed and when she pulled back, all the color from the teacher’s face had drained.

“That’s enough Adrien, I wouldn’t want to bother your father over an inconvenience like this.”

The boy's mouth closed tightly as he turned his attention to where Marinette stood, a sudden feeling of nausea coursing through him. Did she really just pull that card here? In front of everyone?

He couldn’t say a word as he marched back to his seat, ignoring the many questions that were thrown his way.

“Well, I’m sorry to everyone that had real questions, but this stunt seemed to have taken up all of my time. Madam Bustier, do you mind if I check Marinette out of school early?”

The teacher could only nod as the men swept Marinette out of the room before she could protest. She waited until they had reached the car before turning on the men, hitting each of them as hard as she could. Three simultaneous ow’s sounded through the courtyard.

“Pixie pop, what was that for?” Jason’s whining was shut down instantly with one cold look.

“I told you all not to come! You totally just made everything worse.”

Bruce risked a step forward as he pulled her into a hug.

“Marinette, you mean the world to this family. Defamation to the Wayne family needs to be shut down instantly. That Alya girl is bad for your emotional state, the Lila one as well.”

Marinette tried to deny his accusations, but Bruce refused to hear any of it. He pulled back, opening the door to push Jason inside, slamming it shut before he could fight back. With the other two gone, Marinette was forced to face her boyfriend.

“Hobi-”

“Don’t start with your cute nicknames. What was that scene with Adrien?”

“He was the jealous one! I can’t help if he tried to attack me.” Damian crossed his arms in defiance, ignoring the daggers Marinette’s eyes were shooting.

“You know he’s just a friend mon amour, you are the only one I want.”

Damian grumbled under his breath as he allowed himself to be pulled into Marinette’s embrace. After a few minutes, he pulled back, a curiosity overtaking his face.

“What did you say to the teacher to cause her to stifle Agreste?”

Marinette’s smile was devilish. It would almost be cute if it wasn’t so terrifying.

“I just reminded her that defamation was taken very seriously and that if she didn’t stop Adrien, he could have started a full-blown legal battle between two very powerful men, leaving the school and her job in the crossfires.”

Damian placed a kiss on her forehead before moving towards the car.

“Hobi, you amaze me at every turn.”

Marinette rolled her eyes as she allowed him to help her into the car. She would deny till her last breath that she was grateful for that particular Career Day, but the one thing she couldn’t deny was how much she loved the Wayne boys.

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[neighborhoodmoonchild]

I Feel For You (Werewolf!Jungkook x Empath!Reader)

Genre: Supernatural Au, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Explicit language, violence, mentions of blood, injuries

Word Count: 6K

Your friend's party was the first time you’d seen him since you were kids. His hair had grown significantly since then, falling across his face in soft wisps he has to continuously blow out of his eyes. His eyes. They were the same as they were before, dark as night but would glisten in any lighting, like the moon across the lake. 

You hadn’t spoken to him in a decade, convinced he must’ve been a figment of your imagination, but the reality of it was that you were just from two different worlds that would never mesh.

You’d only said two words to him that night, when you were both just barely out of booster seats, and you’d wandered too far back in the woods behind your house without your mother noticing. 

Back then he was just a little brown haired boy with brown eyes that seemed to shift as he bared his teeth. You’d been the little girl with pigtails wiping her wet eyes with her dirty hands as she tried to push herself up off the ground. 

“Please don’t.” 

And he’d thought you were afraid of him hurting you. He was shaking in the trap, blood seeping down his leg, teeth bared in defense, and he thought this little girl was scared this monster would eat her. He’d never know you were trying to help him and yourself. 

You thought maybe you’d go over, see if he recognized you, see if he remembered you. But as the DJ cranked the music louder, a group of guys started a fistfight, and a searing pain shot through your jaw, blood pooling in your mouth despite you standing perfectly still by yourself in the corner, you ducked out before it could escalate and made your way home, spitting blood and hoping nobody saw.

—

“Can’t I just skip? I think I might be coming down with something, you know?” Jungkook pleads, grabbing his mother’s hand to rest against his forehead. It was warm, but nothing out of the ordinary, especially for a wolf, and he knew she knows that.

She humored him anyways, flipping her hand over a few times with a puzzled look on her face. After a second, she stood up and began walking towards the bathroom.

“You know what, let me get the thermometer.” Her face broke into a sly grin, knowing fully well that her son knew the only thermometer they had was not for the mouth.

Suddenly, he’s flying past her, tugging on his backpack and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, “You know what, I’m suddenly feeling a lot better! I’ll see you when I get home.” He takes the stairs three at a time and bolts into the kitchen, ignoring his brothers stuffing their faces and taking their sweet time, nothing to worry about being late to, besides ‘work’ with their father. 

Jungkook is the last of 7 boys born to his mother and father. His eldest brothers, Jin, Yoongi, and Namjoon, were all home-schooled by their mother before Jungkook was even thought of. Once they were done, they took their places on the Pack Council with their father.

Hobi, Jimin, and Tae had gone to the “pack school” which was basically homeschooling with all the kids in the pack by a few select pack members. By the time Jungkook came into the picture, not only did the pack accept the idea of sending their children to human school to avoid suspicion, his mother was so worn out she just didn’t have the energy to educate Kook on her own. 

In her defense, Jungkook was a lot more hyper and wild then his siblings, and being the last meant her sanity was at the edge after the first 6. 

Jungkook didn’t mind, though, he was fascinated by human nature, everything that made their society so different from his, and he made it his mission to learn and experience as much as he could about both. At least, it started out that way. 

As Jungkook grew, so did his wolf. It was harder for him to control his animalistic tendencies, and it was worse when he had to keep it all hidden to avoid exposing his pack’s secret and causing an all-out witch hunt. 

Instead, he chose to push all of his wolf qualities, along with some of his human ones, deep down and lay low. It was easier to protect himself and his family that way. Don’t bring attention, don’t make friends, just go to class and come home. 

And after a while, it got a hell of a lot easier. People stopped coming up to him, trying to talk to him, hell, even teachers didn’t call on him anymore. Instead, all he’d get was the occasional wary stare and a few whispers, but that was about it. 

It hurt him to have people think terrible things about him, but it’s not like he could tell them the truth. So, for now, he’d let people believe whatever they wanted about him, from mute kid who cut out his own tongue to a deranged psychopath who writes stories about how he’d murder his classmates (yes, those are real rumors he’s heard float through the hallways. Humans and their imaginations). 

As long as he was here and his secret was safe, it didn’t matter what others thought of him. 

Jungkook made it through the first for periods just he always had. Aside from getting a surprised look from his Algebra teacher for acing his last test, it was like every other day.

Then it lunch rolled around.

He made his way to his usual table out in the quad, far from everyone else and sat alone. He liked being able to enjoy his meal in peace, watching everyone around him.

Today, his peace gets interrupted not even ten minutes in.

You watched Jungkook sit down at the same table he always has. Seeing him in the daylight instead of the strobes at the party made him easier to study. He wore the same black sweatshirt and pants he does every day and he looks the same as he did Saturday night. 

“Why are you staring at him, got a crush or something?” Your friend nudges you, sending the whole table into a fit of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs.’ 

You just roll your eyes, keeping your attention focused on the boy across the quad. You’d never told your friends about what happened years ago, considering it wasn’t any of their business anyways. They hadn’t even acknowledged his existence until they saw him at the party that night, wondering why he’d bothered to show up. 

You didn’t know he went to school with you, let alone that your friends knew him, well, knew of him. It was that night, when you’d asked them who he was, that they’d relayed horrid gossip about him.

Knowing just how insane high school ppl gossip can be, you took every new piece of information about him with a grain of salt. It was that night you learned his name, Jungkook. 

Unfortunately, that was the only useful information they had on him, so you figured if you wanted answers, you’d have to go to the source. 

You’d have to talk to him.

Without even thinking, you rise from your spot at the table, stepping over the seat and heading towards him. You could hear the whispered screams of your friends, obviously confused and concerned with your rash actions, but you just blocked them out. 

Your path to his table felt like a million miles, as if you were on trial, with all eyes on you. You’d somewhat made a name for yourself here, part of the ‘popular’ clique on campus, but you didn’t see yourself that way. It was just your nature to be friendly with others. You could sympathize easily, share and understand, most importantly, you listened, and people liked that.  

You rose the social ladder without even realizing it, and soon you were the talk of the school. Everyone wanted to be friends with you, but the socially elite students had already claimed you as theirs and you were too polite to turn them down. 

So, as you made your way to Jungkook, you could feel the judgment each student passed on you with each step. It was like slowly being suffocated, each state and new set of hands around your neck. 

Sometimes high school is just too much.

You didn’t care though; you’d happily dig your own social grave if it meant finally getting answers from the boy in the woods. 

Jungkook can sense you staring at him from across the way, but ignores it. He used to the stares so he figures it’s harmless. It’s when the hairs on the back of his neck stand as his wolf sense you approaching him that catches his attention and drags him from his protest. 

Jungkook doesn’t look up to see who’s there up until you’re standing across the table from him.

When he does, something deep down open side of him recognizes those eyes, your eyes. 

“Mind if I sit?” You ask sweetly, giving him a smile. He just stares at you dumbfounded, not sure what to say, so he just slowly nods his head once.

You set your bag down next to you and rest your arms on the surface of the table. Jungkook ignores his lunch, frozen staring at you. This had never happened before, not even his first year. People didn’t just approach others and sit at tables they didn’t belong. There was a system, a hierarchy, and everyone had their place.

This was not yours. 

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you stick your hand out across the table, expecting him to take it, but he just stares at it.

“This is usually the part where you shake my hand,” you try not to smirk but it’s hard when he looks like he’s never seen a hand before. 

He hesitantly takes it in his, “Jungkook.” 

He’s hoping this will suffice whatever curiosity you’re harboring towards him and you’ll leave him in peace. Jungkook thinks this is his punishment for going to that stupid party on Saturday when his father told him he couldn’t go. He wasn’t there for long, but he just wanted to say he went to at least one high school party in his life. 

Now he thinks people might have gotten the wrong idea and that it was okay to hang out with him. He’d just have to let you down as easily as possible.

“No offense, but don’t you have friends to sit with?,” he gestures behind you to the table you’d left, your friends awkwardly watching, laughing and whispering. You didn’t bother to look back, just kept your focus ahead, ignoring what you knew was gossip behind you. You loved your friends, of course, but they have awful habits.

“I do, I just figured you’d like some company.” 

He doesn’t mean to, but he scoffs, his wolf annoyed that someone was pitying him. 

You see it but don’t take it too seriously, sensing he was just uncomfortable with your unwarranted presence. 

“I’m fine, you can go now.” You don’t want to leave yet, though, hoping to break through this icy exterior and find out what’s underneath. You can feel it in the deepest depths of your soul that he’s hiding something, holding himself back, and you know it has to do with that night 10 years ago. 

“If it’s alright with you, I’d actually like to stay,” you gesture back behind you subtly, “besides, they can be a bit much sometimes.” You hoped to ease the tension and find some common ground with him, but his wall is strong.

“I’d actually prefer to eat alone,” one part of him is screaming at himself for how cold he’s being. This was a chance to make a connection, maybe make a friend, but the other half is rationalizing that if he lets you in, you’ll ruin everything he’s spent so long protecting.

His mood affects you, the agitation cutting through your usually bubbly aura. You couldn’t help how easily influenced you were by the feelings and emotions of others. You were born to feel what others felt; their happiness, love, frustration, and pain. 

“Why do you insist on cutting yourself off from everyone?” It’s an intrusive question, one a stranger should not ask and did not have the right to know. You couldn’t take it back once it flew from your mouth, though. Speaking before thinking was also an affliction you’d been graced with, one you had spent years trying to correct to no avail. 

His wolf wants to snap, confronting his features into a deep set scowl, his eyes dark. 

“Why do you pretend to be friends with people you don’t like?” It wasn’t fair of him to attack you, but your insistence on prying into his life was wearing his patience thin.

The human part of him regrets the blow when he sees your features, clearly taken aback.

“I’m not pretending, I do like them, just not all the time, no one can like everyone all the time.” You wanted to snap back at him but you kept your calm. It was fair in a way to ask such a question after yours.

Jungkook wolf isn’t satisfied yet, though so he sinks a lower blow, “And why do you always run away when they start shit?”

The guys in your friend group were notorious for picking fights, hyped up on testosterone and privilege. You didn’t think anyone had noticed your disappearing act during such events, but clearly you weren’t as sneaky as you’d thought. You didn’t have a choice though, considering how would you explain when similar wounds appeared on your body as they happened?

You became defensive on instinct, feeling like prey stalked by a predator. You were just trying to be civil and his whole demeanor became a shield to protect himself and retaliate against you. 

“I guess we both have secrets then, huh.” You get up, walking past your table, your friends following you with their eyes, shooting back to Jungkook once you were out of sight. 

At first he didn’t understand why you reacted so harshly to his questions, figuring they weren’t serious. Turns out you may be just as cut off as Jungkook, you’re just better at faking it. 

—

You’d ignored your friends incessant questioning over the lunch fiasco, opting to pour yourself into your studies and after school activities. Once you finished up the meeting for student government, you headed out to the field to grab some supplies for the drama club from the field house.

The coach of the boys lacrosse team had given you the okay to borrow equipment for the club’s upcoming performance, so as the director, you figured it was your job to get everything together.

Walking out, the sun dipping lower in the sky as the boys team practiced on the pitch, you notice a familiar figure looming near the end of the bleachers. You take a second to investigate and see Jungkook watching the team, hands stuffed in his pockets. 

His eyes follow every shot and pass, following the footwork of the athletes, studying each movement. He looked like he wanted to join in. 

Despite getting off on the wrong foot, you could feel the longing dripping from him, the intense desire to be out on that field. He was holding himself back again, and your inner self was dying to know why.

Going against every petty bone in your body, you silently approach him, arms folded across your chest, “You stare any longer without blinking and your eyes will shrivel up.” He jumps a bit, swiftly collecting himself, a minuscule wave of guilt flushing through him when he realizes it’s you.

Jungkook looks back out on the field, fighting his urge to run out and join the team on the field. 

“What are you doing here?,” he asks, slightly interested in the answer but more so interested in what was happening before him.

You follow his line of sight, wondering why he didn’t just ask the coach to try out if he wanted to play so bad. 

“Grabbing some things for the drama club, what about you? Stalking the boys lacrosse team?” His head shoots towards you, eyes glowering.

“No, I just like lacrosse, that’s all.”

Jungkook’s defensive expression turns sullen, once again watching as the ball is thrown back and forth.

“So why don’t you play? I’m sure you’d probably be good at it with your,” you realize where you’re headed with this and can’t help the embarrassment flushing your cheeks, “physical build.” 

Jungkook’s first instinct is to be flush as well, but he covers it up with a sly smirk, “My physical build, huh?” 

Rolling your eyes you reach out to push his shoulder, returning your hand back to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, “Whatever, you know what I mean.”

Watching you get so flustered feeds the grin on his face. It was kind of cute, though he wouldn’t tell you he thought so. 

“I can’t.”

Your face distorts into confusion, wondering what could possibly keep him from doing something as normal as participating in a sport.

You want to ask him why, but after the last ‘why’ question you’d asked him had gone so sourly, you figured there must be a reason, albeit probably not a good one, and that it wasn’t your business to judge.

instead, you take a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, well, as best you could considering he is much taller than you, and just watch the team practice. 

You can feel him stare at you when you move closer, but he turns back watching just as you are.

“Well, I think you should at least try,” you look up at him, finding him already looking back at you, “you might regret it if you don’t.” 

And with that bit of wisdom imparted, you get what you came here for, knowing that Jungkook follows your every move with his surprised gaze until you’re out of sight. 

Once you’re gone, Jungkook’s attention goes back to the field, seeing the team packing up for the night. He goes against the part of him telling him to go home, and jobs out to the field instead.

Approaching the coach, Jungkook prepares himself for the step he’s about to take, your words in the back of his mind; ‘If you don’t, you might regret it.’

—

The first time you see Jungkook on the field is during a late evening run to the field house after one of the members threw up all over the jerseys you’d borrowed. The coach was hesitant, but allowed you a few more after your promise to wash and return them yourself. 

The team had already packed up and headed to the locker room, but Jungkook stayed behind to get in at least another hour of practice. 

The coach had agreed to let him try-out that first evening, and after proving himself a valuable addition to the team, he was finding all the time he could to catch up, considering the team had already been in practice for a few weeks now. 

You didn’t mean to stare, fully prepared to march out, grab what you need, and head back in, but you watched as his arms lifted his jersey over his head, wiping the sweat dripping from his face. 

Officially bordering on crappy stalker tendencies, you shook yourself out of your trance and grabbed the jerseys from the shed. When you turn around to head back to the auditorium, Jungkook is jogging towards you. 

“Enjoy the show?,” he pries, smirk taking over his face. If you were paying more attention to his cocky attitude and less to his bare torso, you’d have quickly offered a witty comeback. 

“What-I was just getting some, stuff, for the drama club,” you stop yourself before you ramble on and humiliate yourself further. Jungkook likes to tease you, though, so he finds any way to push your buttons and take advantage of your innocent nature. 

“So that wasn’t you I just saw drooling when I took my shirt off?” You snap yourself out of it, scoffing, eyes rolling so hard you thought they’d get stuck for a second.

“Don’t flatter yourself Kook.”

He’s about to press you further when you feel a sharp pain shoot through your jaw, the faint taste of blood leaking onto your tongue. You wince, hand shooting up to hold your face, eyes darting frantically around your surroundings.

Jungkook could sense your change in demeanor immediately, noticing you wince, stepping forward, “Hey, are you okay?” 

His hand reaches out to you, and you are about to brush it off when you both are alerted to yelling towards the quad.

Jungkook is the first to rush towards the noise, you following in quick pursuit. The closer you get, the more painful your jaw gets, stiff and throbbing, a ringing pulsing in your ears. You almost have to stop and hold your head between your knees, but you need to see what’s going on. 

There in the quad, you see one of your friends beating the shit out of another guy. They are both wearing practice jerseys similar to Jungkook’s. You notice the blood dripping down the guys chin, a large welt on his cheek.

You’re about to say something when your friend swings swiftly, landing a particularly hard punch to the guys face, sending him to the ground. 

At the same time, your head whips to the side, the force sending you sideways, but you catch yourself. Your hand shoots up to hold your face, tears pricking at your eyes, fighting back a yelp as the pain fills every one of your senses. 

Before anyone can see you, you collect yourself as best you can and stagger towards the parking lot. You needed to get away from here, you needed to get in your car, and get home before someone sees.

You’re spitting mouthfuls of blood as you go, the tears streaming down your face, the red and purple colors slowly painting the affected area.

Once you make it to your car, you steady yourself and head home, the farther you get from the school, the clearer your head gets. 

Jungkook turns around after the last blow, coach coming out to break it up. He expects to find you standing there, asking, “Isn’t that one of your friends?,” but finds you gone. 

Without meaning too, his wolf senses kick in, searching for a sign of where you might have gone. He follows your scent to the parking lot and then notices the trail of bloody spit that ends at an empty space. 

He can tell from the scent that it’s yours, he just understand what could’ve happened between the field and the quad that could cause you to bleed like that and run off. 

Jungkook was not only curious, he was worried. 

—

You try to cover the bruises as best you could, but it just wasn’t working. You’d tried to convince your mom to let you stay home, but she wasn’t having it. Your secret was yours and yours alone, not even your parents knew, so you couldn’t argue with her.

Instead, you dragged yourself to school, trying your best to hide your wounds with makeup and a turtleneck. You’d just have to avoid everyone today and lay low. 

You’d gone through the first half of the day without any real problems. You’d met up with your friends in the library where they talked about the fight, and one made fun of your outfit choice, of course, ‘only teasing’ though. 

Avoiding people ended up being pretty easy, until you locked eyes with Jungkook down the hall, causing him to make a beeline straight for you. 

You tried to turn around and keep walking, pretending like you hadn’t seen him, but he was quicker than you, blocking your path.

“Why’d you disappear yesterday?” He wants to ask about the blood, but figures he should start off simple and then get to the bizarre. 

He looks over your face, trying not to seem suspicious, but you instantly reach your hand up to cover the side of your face that’s bruised.

Jungkook notices, zeroing in on the faint purple tint of your skin. He didn’t see anyone with you guys when you were in the quad during the fight, and he was sure he would’ve sensed if you’d been attacked right behind him. How the hell did you get a bruise like that?

As if to help him connect the dots, you both turn your attention to another figure at his locker down the hall. It’s the guy that was attacked, the guy whose bruises are an exact match to yours. 

Jungkook isn’t sure how exactly to piece this all together in his mind, but he does now realize that you had started acting funny once the fight had started, and disappeared right after the final blow. 

Was it possible for one person to feel another’s pain like that? Considering he’s a werewolf, it shouldn’t have been a total shock to him, he’s around unnatural things all the time. 

Still, he’d never encountered something quite like this. It was normal for a pack to share emotions and feelings, in their nature to sense each other on an emotional level.

You are definitely not a wolf though, and this is way more than that connection. 

Before he can question you about it, the bell rings and you rush to class, leaving him behind with more questions. 

Jungkook finally caught you at the end of the day, right before you could run off again. It was his first lacrosse game, and considering you were the reason he even tried out, he thought he’d invite you to come watch.

He also wanted to talk to you about what happened, and figured after the game would be as good a time as any. 

A small part also just wanted you to be there so he could show off and maybe, just maybe, impress you. You were the first girl, first person even, to befriend him despite his objections, and the more you helped him take his wall down, the more he started to like you. Jungkook might of even developed a bit of a crush on you. 

“You want me to come to your game?” You repeat back to him, and that signature smirk rears it’s annoying head again. 

“Yes, that’s what I said didn’t I?” Flustering you was his favorite part about your friendship. He never got tired of seeing your cheeks turn red and listening to you nervously ramble. They were some of the points on the ever-growing list of things he liked about you.

“I won’t have anyone to sit with,” you admit, realizing how distant your other friends had become since you’d started hanging out with Jungkook. Don’t get you wrong, you wouldn’t trade it for the world, but it would be awkward to be alone.

“That’s okay, you can sit with my brothers.” This was the first time Jungkook had really mentioned his brothers, other than the time he had admitted to you that he wasn’t an only child like you and that his family was big.

“Your brothers?”

Jungkook smiles, appreciating how enthusiastic you looked when he shared personal information. 

“Yeah, I have 6, and they all wanted to come watch my first game. You can sit with them if you want, I’ll let them know you’ll be there.”

Now, even though you were nervous, the chance to meet Jungkook’s mystery siblings was more enticing than sitting at home watching movies by yourself, so you promised him you’d come.

—

“What is she, your girlfriend or something?” Jin insinuates, mocking face making kissy noises to further antagonize his youngest brother. Jungkook’s face flushes beet red, flying at the eldest, tackling him.

“Jin, leave our little Romeo alone,” Taehyung joins in on the teasing, causing Jungkook to throw a pillow at his head after tackling Jin to the couch. 

Namjoon and Yoongi are watching their brothers play fight from the kitchen table, not wanting to incur Jungkook’s embarrassed rage onto themselves.

“Is she cute?” Jimin asks from the other couch, Jin and Taehyung nodding their heads in question, waiting for Jungkook to spill. 

“Yeah, I mean, I guess...” he rubs the back of his neck, feeling the heat radiate off his skin. His brothers always found ways to pick on him, since he was the youngest, he was the best target.

“Ooo, well if she’s not your girlfriend maybe I’ll make her mine,” Hoseok yells as he enters the room, shoving Jungkook playfully. 

A low growl rumbles through the room, shutting everyone up. They all stare at Jungkook, his teeth slightly bared, and they fight their natural instinct to react. 

“He was just kidding Kookie,” Jimin says softly, patting Jungkook’s shoulder, calming him down.

“Sorry, didn’t realize how serious you were about her,” Hobi admits sheepishly, pulling out a chair next to Yoongi and plopping down.

“I’m not-,” he scoffs, “I mean, we’re friends, that’s all.”

They all stare at Kook, knowing their little brother all too well, seeing right through his aloof act. 

Jungkook pass over to Hoseok, head down in submission, “I’m sorry for snapping at you.” 

Hoseok just beams a wide smile, “It’s okay, it’s natural to feel protective over your mate.”

Jungkook’s eyes shoot wide open, “What-she’s not my- she’s not even a wolf, and how would you even know-“

Joon is up and patting the youngest’s back, “It doesn’t matter that she’s not a wolf. You’re exhibiting all the signs of having found your mate.”

Jungkook’s embarrassment grows more than he thought it could.

He wants to tuck himself away and hide forever. It had been obvious to everyone but him that you were his mate. The first girl he’d made friends with and it’s his mate. What are the odds?

“We’ll be on our best behavior, promise.” Taehyung holds his hand up, scouts honor. They all share a laugh and Jungkook gets ready for the game. 

—

When you show up at the field, Jungkook meets you at the sideline, pointing you in the direction of his brothers, who all watch you with anticipation.

“Good luck,” you whisper it in his ear to make sure he hears it over the loud roar of the crowd. You miss how his cheeks turn pink, but he just smiles and runs back over to the bench.

You make your way over to the group of boys all smiling at you and cheering for their brother. One of them, tall with brown hair and glasses, stands to help you over the bleachers to sit and shakes your hand.

“You must be the famous Y/N we’ve heard so much about,” Namjoon says and the. Introduces himself along with the others.

You can’t help but feel nervous, not only at the revelation that Jungkook talks about you to his family, but the fact that you’re surrounded by 6 guys you’ve never met before, each one beautiful in their own way. 

You could’ve guessed, considering how attractive Jungkook is, that his brothers would be as well.

The game starts, and you’re sandwiched in between Jimin and Yoongi, cheering alongside them for Jungkook. 

At halftime, your team is up down by one, and Jungkook has yet to be put on the field. 

While you’re growing impatient for him, his brothers seem to be perfectly fine with Jungkook riding bench. In fact, every time the coach looked like he was about to out Kook in, they all watched on almost nervously. 

You wondered why.

Jungkook meets you at the bleachers while the halftime clock runs, the team getting water and the coach going over plays.

“Why are your brothers not upset coach isn’t putting you in?” You ask, holding his water bottle for him as he tightens his shoe lace.

Jungkook knows that it’s because they’re afraid he’ll lose control and wolf out on the field, but he can’t tell you that.

“They’re just overprotective, afraid I’ll get hurt or something.”

You nod in understanding, even though you can sense that’s not it.

The game starts back up and before you know it, Jungkook is heading onto the field.

The boys are all watching in nervous anticipation, so you take the initiative to cheer Kook on for all of them. 

Jungkook sees the ball as it plops to the ground and suddenly he’s after it, scooping it up and running for his life. 

The crowd is cheering and as he approaches the goal, he can hear your voice above them all. He turns his head to look at you for just a fraction of a second, but it's enough for a member from the opposing team to tackle him violently to the ground.

Suddenly, everything is black.

—

You wake up in the emergency room, ice pack to your head and half of Jungkook’s brothers standing around you.

You try to sit up, catching Jimin’s attention, and he rushes over to help you slowly rise from the cot.

“Where are we?,” you slur, head pounding and vision blurry, 

“We’re in the emergency room, do you remember what happened?”

You stare at your legs, trying to think back to last thing you remember, “We were at the game, and Jungkook was about to score, but-“

And it’s all blank after that.

Hoseok approaches your other side, “He got tackled pretty hard. He passed out on the field,” the all look at you, “you passed out in the stands at the same moment.”

While your head is pounding and fuzzy, you understand what had happened and you know that they’re going to want answers.

Before they can get any out, though, they are ushered out and Jungkook comes in. He’s holding an ice pack to his head as well, smiling when he sees you.

“You trying to steal my thunder or something?” He asks sarcastically, cracking a smile out of you.

“I can explain,” you start, but you’re at a loss for words. 

Jungkook just walks over and plops down next to you on the cot.

“Is that why you ran off the night of the fight? Why your blood was in the parking lot and you had the same bruises as that kid?” 

He’d already pieced it together in his mind, and you’re tempted to make an excuse, but decide the truth needed to come out sooner or later.

You stare at the floor going over what you were going to say in your mind. You’d never told anyone this, and here you were, about to tell Jungkook, the weird kid from school and the kid from your past, your deepest secret.

“I remember you,” he adds, and you lift your gaze to look at him.

“That night in the woods, 10 years ago. You were the little girl that was scared of me.”

He looks sad and you can’t help the racing of your heart at the fact that he had remembered you after all these years. You were sure he’d forgotten or not realized it was you, considering he hadn’t brought it up, until now. 

“I wasn’t scared of you,” you whisper, and Jungkook looks surprised.

“I was crying for you, for myself. Your leg was caught in a trap. I could feel your pain, Kook.”

This whole time he’d thought he was this horrible monster that made a poor little girl cry; for 10 years he believed he was the big bad wolf. 

But he wasn’t.

“And that explains the blood, the bruise, and our matching concussions,” his lame attempt at a joke makes you laugh and he’s glad the two of you are alone.

“Yeah, sorry about ‘stealing your thunder,’” you giggle and he can hear his heart beating in his ears.

“Are you okay?,” he asks, looking over your head in search of any other injuries. You grab his hand and squeeze it tight.

“I’m okay.” 

—

You both are released from the E.R. and Jungkook invites you to family dinner at his house. 

As you stand on the front steps, you find yourself more nervous knowing you were meeting his entire family this time, but he folds your hand in his and gives it a reassuring squeeze. 

Dinner is filled with loud laughs and plenty of teasing. You and Jungkook not only have matching concussions but matching blushes as well.

His parents absolutely adore you, knowing the second you walked in that you were their son’s mate. 

After dinner, Jungkook walks you out to the back porch to get some fresh air as the others clear the table.

you both lean on the railing staring up at the stars, when Jungkook lowers his gaze back to you. He’s mesmerized by the way the stars glimmer in your eyes, and when you lock eyes with him, he holds his breath. 

Before you can say anything, he’s leaning down, lips pressing gently to yours. 

It’s sweet and soft, holding a passion neither of you had ever felt before.

When he pulls away, you both stare at each other in silence for a minute, before his mother calls you both in.

You're standing at the sink in their kitchen drying dishes as his mother hands them to you, when she turns to you.

“I used to tell the boys stories of the old world when they were little,” she smiles at you and you return it.

“There was one story, about these incredible healers with the kindest hearts,” and as she looks at you, she can sense the great power within you. 

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Had to repost this because Tumblr deleted it somehow, but hopefully it’s back and everyone can see it, sorry💜

-Moonie🌙

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ABC tag

I got tagged by the lovely ❤ @i-am-a-death-dealer so here is a bunch of TMI ramblings no one wants to read, some serious, some silly. 😁

a/age -  Hitting me with the big one at the start, huh? 😂 I am 31. ��😱😱 I know, the horror! But my body is 65 and my mind is 12 so that makes it… worse?

b/biggest fear - People I love dying. Failure. Pain. Bugs. Heights. Ladders. Everything! :Hobi:

c/current time - 01:08 PM

d/drink you had last - water

e/every day starts with - me snoozing my alarm for as long as I can. I loooove sleeping.

g/ghosts are real? - Nah.

h/hometown - A small town in a small country no one knows, lol.

i/in love with - K-pop currently. But in general, music, chocolate, dogs and laughter.

j/jealous of - People with no regrets. People with dogs! People who are eating chocolate cake right now!

k/killed someone - LOL. Do bugs count? No, because they suck! But in general, I avoid killing them, not because I don’t want to but because it’s gross and as soon as I see one, I am a mile away screaming for dear life.

l/last time you cried - Hmmm. I cry a lot. Like, A LOT. When I’m sad, when I’m happy, when I’m watching puppy videos, when someone else is crying, when I’m out of chocolate. So today? Probably.

m/middle name - Awesome. 😎 Wow, that was corny. Corny is my middle name.

n/number of siblings - 1 sister

o/one wish - To be happy.

p/person you last called/texted - My weird ass groupchat with my weird ass friends. ❤

r/reason to smile - There’s so many. Great music, great people, great food. Puppies! Chocolate cake! K-pop memes!

s/song last sang - Out loud? Dear god no. I care about people around me. But last song I jammed to was Usher’s Lemme See. One of fave non k-pop songs right there.

u/underwear colour - Grey. Gotta protect my inner goddess. I’m not even sorry for the 50 shades of grey joke.

v/vacation destination - Tokyo ❤

w/worst habit - Nothing, I’m perfect. 😎 Just kidding. Lousy humor? And procrastination. I am the worst, I always wait the absolute last minute to do something. And I’m lazy. And I am very indecisive, to the point I drive myself and everybody around me crazy because I can’t really pick anything ever.

x/xrays you’ve had - LOL. Teeth.

y/your favorite food - I’m pretty sure I haven’t mentioned this before but I like chocolate. 😂😂😂

z/zodiac sign - Leo. And I don’t believe in horoscope.

I’m tagging a BUNCH of you because I love you, guys and I want to read random crap about you! ❤ Sorry! 😂

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Tae is me and Suga is you guys!  😂

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