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Authors note: You all will see a part in here that says [blank] body. Reason for that is I realized I have a lot of readers who have different body types, and as an author who is on the heavier side I didn't feel comfortable saying "toned" "curvy" "thick" because I know a lot of my readers may not have resonate with that and that is okay. So I left that blank word in for you all to put whatever body type you want/have/desire.  In the future, I will start doing that if I end up having to write about it in that way, but I love all body types and just didn't know what exactly to put because i didn't want anyone to feel left out. ):

The one thing that was really stopping me from getting out of this tight situation was I had no evidence. Evidence– I needed evidence.

I couldn't physically stop Hobie from hurting people, I was obviously no match for him in that category. I don't even know completely what he does and I'm sure I was no competitor to get between it. Besides, as much as I hate it, I had to keep my mouth shut so he wouldn't suspect my real intentions.

All I had was my scissors and my courage.

I had to gather enough evidence against him that will land him straight in prison with no chance of parole. I need to make the evidence seal proof so there was no way he could escape court, not even the best lawyers could get him out if I found the right evidence. Because if I really go through with turning him in but he wins, I might as well change my name and run away to another country because I'll be a dead woman.

But if I get him in jail, I'm a free woman.

Although the minute I start doing this, there is no going back. I want to think it would just be easier to listen to him and go on with my life, but I wasn't some bitch would bow down to a man just because he told me to do something. It's never that easy with him, if I keep going down this path then I'll end up in a much worse situation and never escape this endless cycle.

So now here I was sitting backstage in my dressing room, a measuring tape around my neck and my scissors in my hand as I opened and closed them in deep thought, I had five minutes before the concert was to begin.

We ended up just making it to the sound check, a long silent drive for the two of us. Whenever Hobie spoke I tuned him out or just gave a simple 'Okay.' "Yeah.' or "Really?"

We managed to make it to soundcheck. I stayed in my designated place and did altercations on their outfits when needed, Rico was the only one who kept her outfit neat whilst the others couldn't keep a stain off of it if their life depended on it. I did what I was supposed to, stayed out of his way and didn't touch his outfit unless he came to me specifically.

Now here I was, hearing the roaring crowd cheer while they waited for the band to perform for the next tour hours. I was in my dressing room, sitting on the leather couch with my hands in my lap and my leg jittering from nerves.

On the table in front of me was my phone charging. I started at it with a nervous pit in my stomach, knowing what I was going to do and how risky it could be.

"(Y/N) I need you over here!" Ares knocked on the door so it shook.

I shot my head up and felt the pit in my stomach, sweaty hands clenching my shaky knees.

"Comin'!" I shout.

I grab my little bag on the black table, hoisting the strap over my shoulder. My fingers gripped my phone, tucking it into my back pocket. I stand on my feet and adjust my appearance really quick before swallowing my nerves and heading to the door.

I can do this.

I open my dressing room door, just to see Hobie opening his across from me at the exact same time. I couldn't have timed that worse.

He was in a black corset with a black 'love will' t shirt over top of it, eyes landing right to mine while he adjusted his black skinny jeans that showed the blue waistband of his boxers. A black belt around his waist with chains attached to his hip. Bloodshot eyes while he wiped under his nose.

I froze in my doorway, my feet forfeiting the ability to move. A sultry smirk and a sharp inhale through his nose gave me the deviant facade of a rockstar and his love of narcotics.

"Run along now." He murmurs, white of his eyes a glazed red. "Go help with our outfits."

I shut my door and hurry off towards backstage, leaving him in my trail. I clear my throat and ignore the small interactions, my high heels hurrying off down the shiny black floor.

I weave through the backstage crew and get to my little area that has the perfect opening of the band and the left side of the auditorium with the hollering fans waving to get noticed. It wasn't long until the lights went completely dim and you heard the sound of an electric guitar solo in hiding.

The audience got louder at the noise, knowing the show was starting. I've seen a lot of the same things at this point, but tonight was a lot different. Despite Hobie being the lead singer, it was Crass with the opening song 'Dough.'

There were no opening guitar solo's this time around, just the drums and a few background instruments that needed little attention.

The concert began and I started doing my job, scanning the arena for them specifically in case anything happened with a fashion malfunction. The crowd was crazy tonight, very ecstatic and full of energy due to Crass's solo that was a surprise to everyone in the audience.

As the show went on, the nervous pit in my stomach grew because I knew what I was soon gonna do. I wish I could take my anger out by stabbing him with pins and needles whenever he came back briefly for a fix up with a zipper or a small tear that was close to becoming bigger than it needed to be.

After about an hour and a half, they didn't come back for an outfit change or need any help with their outfits so I left during the middle of the show. My feet guided me backstage without anyone seeing, making sure to avoid Ares at all costs so she didn't ask me questions of where I was going. I had about a half hour to do what I needed to do, my heart a beating mess as I sped towards the dressing rooms.

While walking I pulled out my phone from my back pocket, holding it close to my chest as I held onto the camera button to bring me to the screen.

With sweaty palms I walked down the empty hallway where all the dressing rooms were, looking around over each shoulder to make sure no one saw me.

Instead of heading into my room, I head into Hobie's.

I turned the cold handle, silently ducking in and shutting the door behind me so there was zero noise. I didn't want anyone to see me back here, I couldn't let anything tie me to this situation. If I get caught then I'm wholeheartedly dead meat.

I had about a half hour until the show ended, that wasn't a lot of time where you are in a stressful plan. I decided not to leave backstage till now because this is around the time I usually get their last outfits together if they wanted to change for the final ending, I was nowhere near the opening so they couldn't see me anyway; but that was rare and I didn't see a point in staying for that. For my plan or not, so if Hobie doesn't see me to the left of him backstage then it wouldn't be that suspicious.

I stood in front of the door in his room, turning on my phone again. The dressing room was bigger than mine; it had a small bathroom, two couches, a kitchenette, and a master closet. The floors were carpet so luckily my footsteps wouldn't be heard by anyone walking by.

I had to act fast and find anything that was illegal here. My plan was to take pictures of evidence I can eventually hold against him in court.

I quietly paced deeper into the room, firstly going to the kitchen counter and table. The table was a disaster, covered in a mad amount of miscellaneous things. A dirty plate with a half eaten pizza, a vodka bottle, a half used joint. Nothing over here.

I turned on my heel to walk towards the couch and coffee table, turning over a large watch on the table. A light grey watch with an orange screen in the middle, a little spider symbol in the middle, one red dot just a hair to the right of it. There were three straight lines in the middle of the screen, different years written on them, originally four but the one that counted as four was hovered over.

I stood in front of the table, lifting my phone to get an overhead view of the watch just in case it meant something to him. It seemed expensive, something Hobie would definitely have taken if he wanted to. I snap a couple pictures of the watch in different angles, then a couple more with it in my hands.

I turned away after placing the watch on the table, accidentally hitting the red dot without realizing it. Earlier today he had a bag of guns, drugs and money in the trunk. Maybe he brought it here? Sounds stupid to bring it here, but I had to make sure because I don't know when the next opportunity is I'll get to go through his shit.

I scavenge around the empty dressing room, searching for duffle bags similar to the ones I saw today. He didn't have too much in here, but I had to search in order to make sure I wasn't missing anything. There had to be something else in here, I bet there were drugs that got used somewhere considering there was just a faint spot of residue with coke on the table. It was too little for me to get a good photo and use it in court, so I left it alone and went about my investigation.

I peer over at the bathroom, getting a view of the sink and seeing some nothing worth taking photos of. I kept the light off when I stepped inside the bathroom, the illuminating light from the portal wasn't catching my eye with my head dropped down to open the cupboards.

There has to be something..

I lifted my head back up and sighed, finally looking into the mirror before my eyes widened and my mouth agape at the sight. I turned around hastily, hands gripping the countertop with my phone resting on the bathroom sink.

The orange and white colors were bouncing around the room in a perfect circle, a bright light in the middle that stayed in one place and didn't get bigger in diameter but just the thought of a random portal being in the middle of his room caught me off guard. I parted my lips and stayed in the bathroom, the lump in my throat being swallowed. I didn't have any plausible reasonings as to why this was here, only someone with a naive mind would think it was always here for a show.

I finally reach behind me and lift my phone up, taking a picture to capture the scene without touching anything. After I take the pictures I tuck my phone back into my pocket before walking out of the bathroom and into the room to examine it some more. I started to inspect the grounds from where it could be coming from. Maybe a projector? I didn't see anything on the ceiling or on the table which was behind the portal, it was pretty empty around it, nothing really being here.

I followed the small line that was diagonal from the portal to the coffee table, the watch being connected between the two of them. I picked it up and turned it around, touching the touch screen to look between the years and noticed one that stood out to me. It was the year Ellie died, but it must've been a coincidence, right? It's just a random year that had no correlation between us.

With the thoughts running through my head, I didn't hear someone emerge from the portal calling for Hobie.

"Hobie? Why are y– You are not Hobie." The woman said.

I turned around and stumbled backwards, tripping backwards on the table before falling onto my ass. I scotted away, my back up against the door as I stared at her.

She had a huge black afro, a red mask around her eyes with a black and red jump suit on. She had a large baby bump, maybe pushing six months? Her hands were covered by black gloves, she stood at the entrance of the portal with wide eyes like she was caught in the act. "Who are you?" She asked in a panic.

"ME?! Who are you?!" I squeaked out, in a state of shock that whatever the portal really is just had someone actually walk through it, and I know she wasn't in the room previously because I looked in that area before I went into the bathroom. I was completely alone in here. So who is this?

"Don't worry about that. How did you know to activate the watch?"

I turned my head to look at the watch and then back at her in a quick second, a confused expression on my face before I pinched my skin to make sure I was really alive. "What–I don't know. I picked it up and put it down, what the fuck does the watch have to do with this?" I was shaking in anticipation at what she might do next. Did I finally uncover something about Hobie that he kept away? Why did she look similar to the Spider person in the alleway? Why is she holding another spiked mask like the one in the alleyway? How does she know Hobie?

"It seems this is a misunderstanding. Click the red button when I leave and it'll close this. The last thing you want is Miguel finding out you know something that you shouldn't." The woman said, taking a few steps back into the portal.

I scrambled to get to my feet, running in front of the portal just in time to see her not that far away from me but going to turn. "W-wait! You mean Miguel as in my body guard?" I called out to her, but she didn't pay attention and was too far gone to give me an answer.

As much as I wanted to follow her into... this. I didn't know where it would take me and if I would ever be able to get back home, so I did as told and hit the red button on the watch again to see the portal disappear. I stood frozen, back in the dark dressing room with my eyes staring where the portal was just at. You expect all these things to be in movies or comic books, not in real life.

I just witnessed a real life magic trick.

I put the watch down carefully this time and hurried towards the door, ready to get out of here and run back to my room so he never knew I was here and I could go over my own evidence myself in a safer atmosphere.

Right as my hand touched the door handle, I heard the sound of Opium's voice on the other side of it. He was in the hallway, meaning they were all probably in the hallway.

I jumped back in panic.

"Fuck!" I shouted in a whisper, spinning around the room wondering what to do next.

The first thing I saw was the closer that was cracked open, and before I knew it I was jumping over the coffee table to squeeze my way into it. My hands couldn't work fast enough as I jam myself into the closet of clutter, sliding the door the minute I heard the dressing room door open.

I froze while shutting the door simultaneously, not getting it all the way shut as he opened the door but it was closed just enough to the point he couldn't see me but I could see him. My throat went bone dry, the backs of my knees were shaking fear. Due to the fact I just saw a random woman emerge from the portal and now this, I felt like I was being tested by some god. I put my hand over my mouth so he couldn't possibly hear me breath, I felt like I was starting to breathe too loud.

I couldn't see him now, but I could hear when he entered. I kept my eyes shut, the only light being from the crack of the two closest doors. I was shaking, hoping to god he didn't need anything in this closer. A lot of it felt like tour stuff, so I prayed he would be just as lazy as before and throw on yesterday's lounge clothes that were tossed on the chairs.

When I thought it was just him, I was dead wrong. After the door had shut, I heard a light giggle from a voice the total opposite of Hobie. Even in my state of mind it didn't take me long to understand why the girl was here.

I peeked through the crack which gave me the only form of light, my eyes landed on a beautiful dark skin girl with long locs and a short red dress on. Her arms were laced around his neck, kissing his jaw while he walked her backwards into the room. His large hands gripped her ass as she arched back in temptation.

There's no way I was about to be stuck in here for this.

"What's your name?" Hobie asked the girl, his lips coming down to her neck to place a soft kiss on her skin.

"Rem." She replied back in a giggle.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty."

He hummed in response, pulling back before lifting her arm above her head to spin her around before flushing her backside against his front. "I'm tired of this venue. Let's go back to my hotel."

With the angels answering my prayer, I waited a few more moments after the door shut before I sprinted towards the door and whipped it open to the empty hallway, I was finally free. I got what I wanted today, now I just needed to get back to my hotel room and forget about this entire thirty minutes of my life I'll never get back.

Hobie Brown

The way her braids were blowing in the wind as I drove us down the highway was a visual I couldn't get out of my mind. Her [blank] body standing tall in the vehicle going over a hundred down the quiet road was the first time I think she felt free and safe from her past.

The reason I helped her be free was because I wanted to cheer her up and use that to my advantage right? There is no other reason.

It's not because I felt something with her, I don't feel things with people. People are not to be trusted, I can't trust her. I could barely trust my crew with me being Spider-Punk, I was the reason we are on the run. I was the reason we have to keep jumping from town to town and be on alert. I don't want to add to this mix of feelings. Fuck that.

When I think of her though, I can see her plump lips and long eyelashes batting when she speaks. When she puts a piece of gum in her mouth and pops one of her hips out when she is discussing designs for Deja and June, or for us; it reminds me that she has a hard personality and why we butt heads so much. I can see her tongue lapsing over her bottom lip, her sunglasses slipping off the bridge of her nose.

"(Y/N).." I moaned out under my breath, lost in my thoughts.

The second the sound left my voice I opened my eyes, realizing what I just said.

"What did you just say?" The female voice that did not belong to (Y/N) spoke up in a disregarding tone.

I looked down from my seat on the corner of the bed, Rem on her knees in front of me with my cock disengaging from her lips. Her perfect eyebrows furrowed, a true look of offense on her face.

"Nothing." I shake my head.

"Nah, Nigga. Did you just moan another girl's name?" She sits back on her knees.

I stare down at her for a second and chuckle under my breath, shaking my head. There was no point in trying to lie not, she straight out fucking heard me.

"Damn ma, I guess I did huh?" I tuck myself back into my boxer and sweats, standing up from the bed and walking over to the table full of weed and liquor.

I lift the bottle up and take a long swig, the already pre-rolled blunt from Ozzy sitting on the table was placed in my hands and lit to take a drag.

"Is that a problem?" I said after blowing out some smoke.

"What the fuck do you think?" She states boldly back. I couldn't even get mad she was talking crazy to me, I was the one who just moaned my stylists name that I hate.

"It slipped out." I shrugged.

"That's not my name." She got up from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed in her matching lacey black bra and panties.

"You wanna be my (Y/N) for the night?" I look at her plump lips, getting an idea in my head from staring at them.

"You want to moan the name of some girl you got a crush on?" She questioned, her legs crossed one over the other as she sat on the bed.

This girl was gorgeous, I think all my black queens are; but she wasn't (Y/N) and that made me mad that I thought about her over this lady in my room.

"Nah, I got a crush on you sweetheart. Think of it as some.. Fake ass kink or something, I don't know." I murmur, inhaling the smoke of the blunt before blowing it out towards her face as I walk up to her and look down.

"Whatever, as long as I get to brag that I gave Hobie Brown head." She smirks and looks down at my sweat pants, reaching into my blue boxers and taking me out again, a small hiss leaving my lips from the feeling. She strokes me for a moment with my head tossed back, shortly after I feel the wetness of her mouth wrap around my tip and take me deep into her mouth.

I continued to smoke my blunt, looking down at her with the blunt resting in my mouth and my hand gently grabbing the back of her head as she gagged on my cock at the back of her throat. "Fuck (Y/N)--" I shut my eyes, my head lolled back in pleasure as I imagined her lips around me instead.