The Urge To Just Write A Story With The Most Crazy Mind-bending Twists Like Bad Boys: Ride Or Die, Red

the urge to just write a story with the most crazy mind-bending twists like bad boys: ride or die, red notice, get out, and us kinda shitttttt.

but im just sooooooooooooo lazyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

and have the hottest ocs on that shittttttttttttt.

more interested in the FBI, undercover bitch trying to clear their name or someone elses.

and the other bad bitch with the most crazyyyy shit up their sleeveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee likeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

y'alllllllllllllllllllllllllllll its summerrrrrrrrrrrrr, obligate me to do this shittttttttttttttttttttttttt.

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It's The Thought That Counts

The memories sit warm in his heart locked away from any prying eyes as his guitar softly strum a melody to a song which the name he can’t remember right now; hoping it’s tune would create a small compartment where he can keep these remembrances of you secure in his core where nobody could ever try and take from him. Fat tears roll in cascades down his ebony-colored skin, he laughed at his pathetic state, to think if you saw him like this: The Hobie Brown, The Earth-138 Spiderman, The anarchist little shit, bawling like a baby over you. 

“Just go see her.” 

“She hates me, Gwen.” 

“No, she doesn’t-” Gwen was cut off by a scoffing Hobie “Yes, yes she does.” 

Gwen presses her lips in a thin line as she stares at Hobie slumped on his couch, he looked so vulnerable, so sad, so broken. She smiles sadly for her friend, but the truth is that Gwen doesn’t know much about you. She knows a few things, like that you and Hobie were together for a year before he called it quits because he didn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire of his job. She knows that he loved you dearly. She knows that you guys were opposites, completely different, but opposites attract, right? But she still fails to understand why Hobie thinks you hate him. 

"Why do you say she hates you?" She mumbles, continuing to clean her drum set. He sighs as he sets his guitar down, 

"She doesn't know I'm Spiderman. But I still felt the urge to protect her, to keep her safe, away from danger. Away from me. So I made up a shitty excuse to break up with her and I just know she hates me for it." He groans looking away. Gwen stares at him with eyes as wide as saucers, she sighed softly after a few beats in silence, “What- What did you tell her?” Gwen asked, avoiding eye contact.  

“I told her that-” he tried but choked on a sob. He tried again, “I told her that..” and he choked again, he faced away from Gwen, he exhaled, now he truly did look pathetic. “I jus-” he licks his lips and the doorbell rings. “fuck, seriously?” he whispers exasperated as he wiped away the tears brimming his brown eyes. As he stands his eyes wander almost too quickly to your potted plant by the corner of the room, it’s dying, that’s for sure. Its pointy tips darkening, turning a brown color as the stem starts softening, no longer able to hold the plant's various leaves and sagging. He doesn't look at it too long because he’s afraid the small Peperomia may bring back the tears he is trying so hard to keep at bay. 

Two knocks at the door this time. “Fuck- yeah, ‘m comin, ‘m comin.” rolling his eyes he makes a beeline towards the door, grabbing the door handle and pulling softly and he’s met with a pair of E/C eyes, the eyes he’s loved and adored for months and months staring back his own, they’re glossy and red, ‘she must have been crying’ he thinks to himself and without thinking his hands land on her face, stroking her red cheeks and wiping the tears away. He takes a shy step forward, craning his head so he could kiss her eyes. First he kisses her left eye then her right eye, taking a step back from her face just so he could see her properly. She opens her eyes and sniffles, tears brimming her eyes again. “Don’ cry, luv… I hate seein’ you cry…” he whispers as he brings the pads of his thumbs to softly brush her newfound tears away. “Hobie…” she murmurs. “Hm?” he responds, afraid that if he talks his voice may waver and his lip’ll start trembling. “I miss you so much..” you whisper in such a small voice that he almost didn't catch it. “I miss you too, ‘ittle bug.” he smiles nervously awaiting your response, “I need you.. can’t live without you, Bee…” 

“Can’t live without you either, luv…” he murmured, 

 “I wanna be yours again, Bee..”

Part two? You guys tell meeee

Ik this is not much, but at least it's something !!

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