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nonexistent-introvert · 10 months

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Bad mood

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Content: fluff, jealous Miguel, the getting injured trope AGAIN, swearing. hobie and the gang messing around, lyla playing matchmaker

A/N: i got carried away oops. He may be off character im sorry but i really think this man needs some fluff.

“What’s up with her?” Gwen asked, watching as you stomped through headquarters with a frown. “Everyone got their bad days,” Pavitr stated, chomping on his Spiderman 2099-themed burger. “Remind me not to get on her bad side.” Gwen watched as the other Spidermen scurried out of your way. “She could match up to Miguel's bad temper..”Peter stood with an amused smile with Mayday napping in the baby carrier he had on his front.

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You were not having it at all the entire week. You were busy enough with the missions you had and now, you still had to babysit a man-child. Now, you stood in said man-child’s office, watching his platform slowly descend while he kept his back facing towards you like he was in some cliche spy movie and was trying to hide his identity from you. You could almost picture him saying the iconic “I’ve been expecting you” and turned around. You rolled your eyes at the sight of him, your patience thinning with every passing second.

“Hey! Perfect timing!” Lyla waved frantically from her side beside Miguel. Miguel grunted and groaned, waving Lyla away. Lyla popped up in front of your face and you instinctively took two steps back at how close she was to you. “Miguel’s not getting help- again.” Lyla rolled her eyes at the last word. Lyla popped up next to Miguel again, pointing at his side and the blood that was slowly dripping down from the gash. You could hear Miguel curse in Spanish and grunt before turning away from you further in an attempt to hide his injury. You simply closed your eyes, taking a few calming breaths.

“O’Hara. Go to the med-bay.” You stated in a low voice. “I’m fine, Lyla’s exaggerating-” Miguel stopped talking when his eyes met your figure. There was a menacing aura around you, one that Miguel will not admit scared him. “O’Hara” You warned and he shuddered slightly at the mention of his last name. You only used his last name when you were mad at him or trying to annoy him and he doubted it was the latter. You slammed the files you were holding onto the floor. “Lyla, make sure he doesn’t injure himself further. I’ll be back.” You simply said before waltzing right out of his office again. “Will do!” Lyla shouted after you. “Great! You pissed her off. Way to go Lyla!” Miguel said sarcastically as he sat down on the chair while his platform was still in the midst of descending. “Don’t push the blame, Miguel. It’s you she is mad at. I can’t believe you even managed to piss her off! She used to be all smiley and stuff and now she’s acting like you with the permanent scowl on her face.” Lyla nagged.

Miguel’s jaw dropped at your request when you returned. He stared at the wheelchair that you had just pushed into his office. “I can walk perfectly fine.” He insisted, trying his best to stand as straight as possible while holding the cloth to his side. “It was already a fucking miracle you didn’t bleed out while you waited for the stupid platform to descend. You still wanna tempt fate?” You asked, staring at the white cloth that you had brought him slowly turn into a crimson-red cloth. “I don’t- can’t you bring the supplies needed to treat me here? Or?” Miguel trailed off, noticing the glare on your face.

He sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat before he sat down begrudgingly onto the wheelchair.

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Miguel’s face burned in embarrassment while he sat in the wheelchair. His face was almost as red as the bloodied cloth that he was still holding to his side. Judgemental glances were passed around any of the rooms that he passed while you pushed him in the wheelchair. He did try to gauge your reaction but all he noticed was your very tight grip on his wheelchair and scowl on your face. Maybe Lyla was right, you were turning out to be a grump like him.

“Everyone saw that right?” Pavitr’s choked on the fries he was eating, as he watched you push an injured Miguel on a wheelchair. “I- I don’t think I can take him seriously again.” Gwen found it hilarious to see Miguel in a wheelchair acting like a pouty child that had just been scolded but it was also combined with the shock and disbelief of seeing the usual stoic leader sitting in a wheelchair. “Heh, I knew he was scared of her,” Peter remarked. Pavitr and Gwen turned to look at Peter, “Hey, when she’s angry, she’s a force to be reckoned with.” He spoke in experience although Peter will never tell anyone what he did to piss you off. For now, he could only pray that Miguel doesn’t get burned in the flames of your anger. “I’ll help!” A medic immediately came forward when you entered the med bay. Miguel stared intently at you, you sighed, he had only came on one condition. That you were the one to patch him up, you couldn’t even wash your hands off Miguel O’Hara if you wanted to. “No.” You simply said before pushing him off to a private ward.

“Lie down.” You instructed. Miguel did as you told, turning his head so he can watch you put on the gloves and your usual white lab coat you wore when you helped out in the med-bay.

“Dizziness, anything yet?” You asked, the anger in your tone has simmered but is not fully gone. He recognized the tone, it was a professional tone of a doctor. “Um no-?” He frowned, “I already told you- I’m fine-” Miguel stopped again when you took the bloodied cloth from him and his suit immediately covered his skin back up. “Remove the fucking projection O’hara.” You cursed, taking the resources you needed. “You know I’m-” “Just the top.” You answered, pinching the bridge of your nose. Miguel’s suit slowly revealed his skin to you and you had to take a breath. You always forgot that he literally had muscles that seemed to be sculpted by a skilled clay artist.

You heartlessly sprayed the alcohol into his wound to sanitize it. Miguel’s muscles tightened as he groaned, arching his back ever so slightly at the burn. “You weren’t gonna give me a heads up?” He gritted out through clenched teeth. “I thought you would prefer to get it over with.” You stated plainly, hiding the intention that you wanted to get back at him for acting like a child.”Can’t you be more gentle?” He complained when you did your work. You gave him an annoyed look, “I could knock you out.” You suggested. “That may help.” He looked over to you, trying his best to hold back his pained grunts. “I will actually knock you out with my hands to get a few moments of silence.” Miguel remained silent as his fists clenched by his side.

Your fingers traced against one of his old injuries, staring at the abomination of messily done stitches you were sure Miguel stubbornly did on himself. “Fucking hell.” You cursed out loud. “I ran out of drugs” He replied sheepishly, the drug he relied on to help him close the wound instead of stitching a would hold traditionally. “You didn’t think to- I don’t know, visit the Med-bay? In the very headquarters, you set up?” You asked sarcastically.

“It turned out fine,” Miguel argued. “Yeah? And you’re already on the verge of ripping the stitches out yourself.” You snarked. “I don’t even want to know how you managed to angle yourself to stitch this up” Your head pounded with a headache while you redid his stitches.

Miguel O’Hara was a constant headache you couldn’t get rid of.

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When Miguel finally got back to the comfort of his office. He sighed in relief having argued with you about resting in his office instead of the Medbay. “Lyla!” You called out, Miguel still in the wheelchair in front of you. “Yes!” She appeared before you, chuckling at the sight of Miguel. “No missions for two weeks. And make sure he’s in bed by 10pm” you instructed. Miguel clicked his tongue in annoyance as he climbed back into his office chair while Lyla reassured you that she will keep a close eye on Miguel and will inform you if he misbehaved.

When you turned to leave, he held onto your wrist. His grip was firm but not tight enough to hurt you. He suddenly soothed the crease in between your eyebrows when you frowned. You looked at him in disbelief. What the hell is he up to now? “You look prettier without the frown.” He simply said with a soft look. “Are the drugs kicking in?” You asked, still taken aback at his sudden actions. Miguel cursed internally at himself, did he just attempt to flirt? He was way too rusty when it came to this.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked with a soft tone. You closed your eyes, “Just-rest, and leave me alone.” You sighed. “Are you mad at me?” He repeated again, this time with the usual authority in his voice. The tone he used with the other Spidermen. You looked up at him, he didn’t scare you anymore.

“Are you blushing?” You pointed out the pink tint on his cheeks. His eyes widened, “Vasodilation is common when you’re injured no?” He made up an excuse. Miguel smirked lightly when he saw the ends of your lips quirk up slightly. “Sure…” you said, not pushing him further. Even if he wished you did.

“Big boss!” Miguel groaned at Hobie’s voice.

You naturally smiled at Hobie as you returned the two-finger sauté he gave to you in greeting. Miguel noticed it of course, how easily your frown went away when you saw Hobie. “Oh, you left your jumper at my place dear.” Hobie reminded while you walked out. “Shit man, I’ll swing around soon for it. It’s my favorite.” You laughed. Hobie grinned, “I know it is. Even took the liberty to wash it for ya.”

When you left, let’s just say Hobie got the brunt of Miguel’s temper.

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“Miguel!” You called out to him upon entering his office. “Yes, I am not moving around Lyla,” Miguel replied mindlessly. You laughed, in a much better mood than last week. “I’m glad to hear that Miguel!” Miguel’s head turned at record speed, his eyes widening at the sight of you, and how the usual smile you always had seemed to have made its way back onto your face, replacing the frown that you wore last week.

Miguel, he missed hearing his name fall from your lips. Miguel turned in his seat, “Are you feeling better?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” He chuckled lightly, pressing on the screens before him. “I’m fine. Like I have always told you.” He replied, his eyes scanning your frame.

Miguel noticed the jumper you wore over your spider suit. He also knew that it was the jumper you always wore, and it may just be the jumper that Hobie mentioned last week. “Why the long face?Mad that you’re stuck indoors?” You asked with a teasing grin. Miguel let out a huff, “You need to focus on the missions.” He stated sternly. “Am I not?” You frowned, you were pretty sure you were on track on your missions. Miguel simply shot you a glance over his broad shoulders, “I don’t think any of the missions require you to go to Hobie’s dimension does it?” He questioned with his eyebrows raised in suspicion. “What I do in between missions is none of your business Miguel.” You folded your arms over your chest in defense. Miguel tried his best to pretend that those words didn’t bruise him by busying himself with the orange screens in front of him.

“Is that jealousy I sense?” Lyla popped out of thin air, teasing Miguel.

“There’s no rule stating that a Spiderman aren’t allowed to go over to other spidermen dimensions right?”

“I thought it was an unspoken rule,” Miguel replied, he knew about how many of the spidermen tend to travel to other dimensions for the fun of it. He understood that his headquarters served as a place of social hangout for the Spidermen and that many of them have formed friendships with each other, meaning that they spent time together in different dimensions outside of missions. He couldn’t bring himself to make it a strict rule that traveling to different dimensions was prohibited. However, it was known to be heavily discouraged and that spidermen would take responsibility for any consequences.

“I’m sorry.” you apologized, pushing yourself off the wall you were leaning on. Miguel closed his eyes, trying to erase the guilt he felt upon seeing the look on your face. You approached him upon seeing that his platform has finally descended. A smirk tugged on your lips as you pulled the wheelchair that was on the platform in front of his chair.

“I made sure he will only move around in that wheelchair and that was enough to keep him in here.” Lyla proudly announced. You bit back a smile at the pink tint across Miguel's cheeks. “I don’t think they will ever get over it.” You laughed, the cafeteria still buzzed with the news upon seeing their boss in a wheelchair.

Miguel was wearing a black t-shirt instead of his usual suit. Miguel naturally lifted up his black shirt for you. “It looks good.” You simply commented, trying your best to not blush at the sight of his body. “It better be.” Miguel snarled. “Then I guess I’m off work early today!” You celebrated, grinning as you pulled his shirt down, your fingertips gracing his muscles ever so slightly.

A look of disappointment flashed across Miguel’s face. You didn’t notice but Lyla did. “Just ask her already.” Lyla rolled her eyes. “Ask me what?” You immediately asked, A curious glint in your eye. Miguel waved his hands frantically trying to shoo Lyla away. “Nothing.” He says.

Lyla groans as she appears on the other side of Miguel. “He’s been dying to find out “ Miguel swatted her hologram away, “Are you and Hobie a thing?” Lyla finally forced out. Miguel’s shoulders slumped in defeat while silence filled the office.

The silence only filled the office for a few moments that lasted way too long in Miguel’s opinion before you burst into laughter. “Me and Hobie?-” Miguel has never felt more embarrassed than now as you kept on laughing at the fact that Miguel thought that Hobie and you were dating. “It’s none of my business.” Miguel cleared his throat. “Why did you even think that?” You questioned, trying your best to hold back your laughter. “Well, he makes you smile and laugh.”

“Miguel, I laugh and smile at anything.” You deadpanned. “He just seems to be able to make you happy even when you’re down,” Miguel stated plainly. “You know? Because you smiled at Hobie despite being grumpy the whole of last week?” Lyla reminded, getting impatient with the pace of the conversation. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as you realised what Miguel meant. “Oh, that’s because I was mad at you and not him.” You said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “So I was right, you were mad at me.” You nodded. “Can I finally know why?” Miguel’s eyes were boring into yours. You leaned back against the wheelchair, turning your head as you sighed.

“Because I was fucking worried Miguel.” You rubbed your nose with your knuckles. It was a nervous habit of yours. “You were getting injured left and right and then you work non-stop to finish up on the reports. To make matters worse, you even head out for more missions afterward and refuse to let anyone help you. You’re not a fucking machine Miguel, you need the rest.” Miguel’s eyes widened, he never knew that his unhealthy work habits were noticed by you. He kept quiet until you finally met his eyes. “I’m sorry cariño.” Miguel muttered, “I didn’t mean to make you worried.” He says while his hand gently caresses your knee.

A mischievous glint lit up in his eyes. “No, no. I don’t know what you’re thinking but no.” You immediately recognized that look in his eyes. He chuckled lightly, glancing over to Lyla for moral support. Lyla jumped with poms-poms in her hands, egging him on like a cheerleader. “I’ll rest even better and for a longer period of time. Under one condition.” He proposed. You raised your eyebrows at him in question.

“You go out on a date with me.” There, he finally asked you out.

Your eyes widened and your hand immediately went to cover your face in an attempt to hide the blush that was creeping onto your cheeks. The wheelchair you were sitting on slowly rolled backward in your shock. Miguel chuckled, stopping the wheelchair right before it rolls away from him. “You can’t leave me hanging like this cariño.”

“Stop with the cariño, I can’t think properly when you call me that.” You answered flusteredly. Miguel smirked, “And why is that?” You wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face so badly.

“Fine, Ok! I’ll go out with you!” You shouted, standing up abruptly from the wheelchair. Your ears were turning red from how flustered you were. The sound of fireworks filled the office thanks to Lyla while you walked out. Miguel trying his best to not laugh at how flustered you were. “See you at 8pm this evening!” He shouted after you just as you walked out in utter embarrassment.

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Bonus: "Miguel will kill you." Gwen stated. The group was gathered around a picture that Hobie was holding, a picture of Miguel O'hara himself pouting while sitting in a wheelchair. "He won't" Hobie shrugged confidently. "Not when the photo is taken by" Hobie gestures to you, bouncing on your feet nervously while you waited for your coffee to be served. "They went on a date?" Peter exclaimed in surprise, Hobie gave him a confirming nod.

"Who on earth started this," Miguel sighed, getting more and more irritated by the second while staring at the noticeboard that was in the cafeteria. You simply laughed at the title. "What is big boss up to this week?" Below it was pictures of Miguel in a wheelchair, him sitting in his office in comfortable clothes and the last picture was a picture of him in a formal western suit with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. The same bouquet that was in a flower pot in your house now.

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the-kr8tor · 7 months

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hiii, i've been thinking for Fluffy Friday - Hobie walking gn!reader to their bus stop after a concert and giving them his jacket

like it's late, and they're both tired from all the jumping in the pit and he's making sure they won't freeze on their way home. just Hobie being both punk and a gentleman <3

hope you're having a good day!!

Thank you for requesting! Hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, love struck Hobie, FLUFF

It's fluffy Friday!

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You're freezing your ass off waiting for the bus, you try to hide it from Hobie though; slyly rubbing your arms, trying to get rid of the goosebumps. You absolutely regret not bringing a thicker jacket with you. Your tired body doesn't help, legs tired from jumping up and down, cursing the government for taking out benches on bus stops.

Hobie stops mid sentence, too engrossed in the conversation, he just noticed how your lips slightly quiver in the cold, arms crossed on your chest, trying to act nonchalant.

"—You want my jacket?" Hobie's already taking off his leather jacket.

"No, you'll get cold" you try to stop him, hands on the leather, pushing it back towards him.

"I run warm, love. You need it more" He says softly as he drapes it over your shoulder, helping you put your arms inside the jacket. You don't protest more, savoring the warmth provided. Already giddy when you realize you smell like him now. "Better?" Hobie rubs your arms, adding extra warmth.

"Yeah, better. Thank you" you sigh into his touch, smile soft, eyes staring at him with so much fondness, you take his breath away. A lopsided smile appears on his lips, he's sure you're doing it on purpose just to see him all flustered.

He lets you win, chuckling as he hides his face on the crook of your neck, using the excuse that he's hugging you goodbye. You embrace him back, warming him up instantly.

"You're cold already" You whisper it to him like a secret, kneading the tired muscles on his back.

The bus arrives, saving Hobie from your horrid (affectionate) acts. The doors hisses open, you reluctantly let him go, Hobie holds you at arms length, cupping your face in his hand, admiring how the fluorescent lights from the bus highlights your face. He etches the memory deep inside his mind, memorizing how clouds puff out of your slightly parted lips, eyebrows relaxed, doe eyes gazing at him with longing.

You're not the only one who has that expression. Hobie mirrors yours, except for the content smile on his lips. The bus honks, ruining the moment.

"I've gotta go" you don't want to leave though, but your eyes are already protesting, lids growing heavy every minute.

Hobie scans the bus for any creeps that might cause you trouble. He finds none, only you and the bus driver will be inside.

"You sure you don't want me to come with you?" He asks with concern, it is really late for you to travel alone.

You slowly walk towards the bus, fingers laced with Hobie's. "You live on the other side of town" laughing, finally letting him go. You feel cold already. "I'll call you when I get home, okay?" Trying to reassure him.

"Yeah," he nods, watching you get on the bus. "Drive safely, mate" Hobie addresses the driver. The driver wordlessly gives him a nod.

Sitting down on the plastic seats, you watch as Hobie gets smaller and smaller as the bus drives away. Laying your head on the window, you smile at how much you had fun today, especially spending it with Hobie. Giddily wrapping his leather jacket closer to your torso. You've been dating him for a couple of months now, and you're loving every second of it. You probably look like a maniac to the bus driver, all smiley and giggling at nothing.

Distracted, your face almost hits the seat in front of you when the bus suddenly lurches to a stop. You look out of the window in confusion.

"Sorry 'bout that" Hobie's familiar voice talks to the driver. Are you that tired that you're suddenly hearing his voice? Or do you just fancy him that much?

Peeking down the aisle, sure enough you see Hobie sauntering over to you, a goofy smile on his face.

Your mouth agape, you fumble with your words. "What–how? You're–"

"I ran" He doesn't look like he ran to catch up with the bus, a running bus mind you. How in the world?–

Hobie gestures for the seat next to you, without warning, the bus suddenly moves again, you reach for his arms so he doesn't get thrown about. Guiding him down the seat, he gives you an appreciative smile.

"What are you doing here?" You ask, voice lowering so you don't anger the driver with the noise.

"I don't know, actually" he looked serious when he said those words.

You laugh from the belly, head thumping on his chest. He laughs a few seconds after you, finding your giggling contagious. His hands on the back of your neck, you feel how cold his palms are. "Oh I think I know" you say with a smirk, a hint of shyness peeking in.

"I'm not trying to sleep over at your place–"

"And here I thought you wanted me to make you a cup of tea" you warm his cold arms. "So this isn't a ruse to stay the night?"

"I think i just wanted to make sure you got home" he clears his throat, trying to sound nonchalant.

"All these spikes and you're actually a softie, huh?" You fix his windblown eyebrow. "How are you gonna get home now?"

"That's for me to figure out later" Hobie tilts his head, leaning to your touch.

"Okay," you lay your head on his shoulder. "Thank you for staying with me" holding his cold hand, you place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"It's nothin'" He loops his arm over your shoulder. Cheek right next to your temple, Hobie practically melts. Comfortable in your arms, you feel the same, resting your eyes, squeezing his hand lightly.

You mentally scoff at the idea of letting Hobie walk in the dark especially in this temperature. You're already planning what tea to brew for him when you get home.

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moralesluvr · 10 months

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May I request Hobie x black fem reader and Hobie just thinks that she'd look good with certain piercings (vertical labret, anti-eyebrow, nipples) (just to name a few) and just decides to pierce her himself. It's just look "I think you'd look great with a Medusa" and she's like "ya got a needle?" --🐝

triple threat ft. hobie brown

♡ pairings & aus: hobie brown x fem!black!reader (reader also has locs in this one!) ♡ summary: hobie shows you some piercings he'd think you'd rock, so why not have him pierce them on you himself? ♡ warnings: one (1) swear, blood, i think that's it? ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

"YOU WOULD LOOK BLOODY PERFECT IN THESE." Your lover says excitingly, showing you a picture of a smiley piercing on his phone. This was nearly the hundredth piercing or tattoo idea that he's shown you in the past five minutes, but you let him have his moment because he was proud of finding one's that you could match in, but that also suit you.

"Bee, you don't even have a smiley," you hummed from your position atop the kitchen counter, where you were clad in one of Hobie's big band tees and a pair of frilly white panties. You swung your feet back and forth while Hobie walked around the kitchen, looking at more pictures.

"Alright, love-- I think I have it settled," he turns to you proudly, "You would rock a smiley, a nose ring, and an eyebrow piercin', hm? What d'ya think?"

Shrugging, you reply, "I think it's good shit. Got a needle?"

Hobie gives you a sly smirk, his lack of a verbal response letting you know that he has everything he needs. He tells you that he'll be right back before disappearing into his bedroom to grab whatever items he needed.

A few minutes later, he comes back into the kitchen with all his supplies, plus a few towels and things that you could squeeze in your hand if your pain tolerance wasn't so hot. He comes up to you, his hands rubbing both of your thighs soothingly, "If you don't wanna have me pierce 'ya, we don't have to, love, I was only giving suggestions."

You shake your head. "Go ahead. I'm okay."

He grins, pulling your pretty locs back with his bejeweled hands. He grabs a piece of jewelry that looks like an upside down horseshoe and sets it on a paper towel beside you. You spread your legs so that he can get better access to you, "Alright, 'imma admit, I'm a little nervous."

"Don't be." Hobie reassures you, his left hand craning up to tuck his index finger underneath your jaw. He tilts your head open, "Open wide f'me."

You obey, opening your mouth as you were asked. Hobie lifts your top lip up carefully and rests on a spot below your nose, "Mkay, hold it right there."

While you hold your lip and squeeze your eyes shut for the anticipating pain, your boyfriend carefully places the needle where he's going to pierce you. You expect him to give you a countdown, or something, but instead he just shoots the needle through the thin flesh of your smiley. You flinch and the only reason you don't curse is because your mouth is wide open.

"I know, I know, sweetheart- but you did so good." Hobie praises, "And no blood."

You try to say something to his statement, but it just comes out airy the way your lip is nearly touching the tip of your nose. That makes Hobie chuckle as he slides the silver piece of jewelry through the needle, slipping it into your newly punctured smiley. He opens his phone and shows you it through the camera, "Smile!"

You do, and you instantly smile wider at how cute it looks. "Thank you, baby! 'S so cute...can you do my nose next?"

Hobie nods and sanitizes all the materials he used, throwing out packing from your jewelry and other random things that you didn't care to know what they were. He walked back over to you again with a sharpie, drawing a little heart on your left nostril to mark where you'd be pierced.

"This a ring or a stud?"

"Ring, it'll look nice on you." He winks, taking the needle and pressing it through your nose quickly. Besides your eyes watering, you didn't really react much. Plus, you were practically used to Hobie's lack of a countdown for you.

"Hold on, darlin', you're bleedin' a little." He remarks, pressing a cool towel to your nose to wipe off some of the blood. He then quickly slips a silver ring inside your nose and lets you look at it.

"You ate," you giggle at him, "But I'm honestly surprised that you haven't given me nerve damage with your random pierce points."

"Uh huh, I know what I'm doing."

You ignore him to try and mentally prepare for your next and final piercing. You just knew your eyebrow would hurt, and you weren't quite sure if you could handle all of the aching and pain all at once. By the time you're done getting lost in your own mind, Hobie's ready for your last piercing. He can also tell you're overthinking.

"It's gonna be okay, love," he reassures, looking at the two dots he marked on top of your right brow. He taps your skin with the needle before pushing it through the doughy flesh before you could back out. The pain shoots straight up your head, and you nearly cry out at the sensation. You bite your lip and look up while Hobie rubs your hand with his own free one, "Shh...you're okay...did 's good. All done, yeah?"

You nod, squeezing his hand as he slid one of his own pieces of jewelry in your eyebrow that he had cleaned off. He admired you for a second, cupping your cheek with his hand, "Bloody beautiful. 'Imma take a picture."

Blinking away the tears in your eyes, you post for the picture sadly, a heartbreaking smile on your face as you threw up a peace sign. Hobie gives you a neutral, thin-lipped look, "You're an idiot. Pose right."

You shrug, giving the camera a genuine smile. As he takes the picture, you murmur through your teeth,

"I'm neva' lettin' you anywhere near a needle again."

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spiderlyla · 9 months

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Malfunction — Miguel O'Hara

final part of the tensions series. you can read part 1 & part 2 here!

summery: "You're like the plauge, consuming me from the inside out and I can't.."

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"What?"

Silence filled the room as Miguel's voice echoed throughout the house, the varients surrounded him.

"What do you mean there is a malfunction?" He's glaring at his left wrist, fingers tapping his gizmo repeatedly in a –failed– attempt to get through to the system. LYLA floats infront of him, glitching out every few seconds.

"A—bzzt!—bug appeared in one of the new portal codes—bzzt!—it's solvable, I'm working on it—" LYLA keeps flashing, reappearing then dissappearing. "No one will be able to go home till then–bzzt!–might take a few hours boss. LYLA out!"

The last words of the hologram were accompanied by a message that rang out in the rest of your gizmos. A little cartoonish doodle of LYLA appeared, with a loading screen and a timer. 10 hours. "Please be patient!" was written under the loading bar, with a childish amount of smiley faces beside it. Panic swept everyone by a storm, as whispers turned into murmurs and then turned into shouting.

"What the hell? I had a date with my MJ back home—This is the third time I'm standing her up now!"

"Oi, this is why I told you lads to make your own gizmos."

"Hobie, you're not helping—"

You make your way through the crowd to the front of the room beside Miguel, who was still angrily trying to put in the passcode to the system, only to be rejected over and over again. Margo and Peter were trying to access anything but it was to no avail. The system had a complete shut down.

"Miguel, the result won't change when you keep punching numbers in. The system is shutting us out." Your voice snaps him out of his frustration, and his head turns towards you, eyebrows furrowed. His eyes turned a deep shade of blood red, his sclera black. The sight was incredibly off-putting for anyone else, but you stood your ground, putting a hand on his shoulder. "We're lucky none of us aren't glitching out. LYLA must be handling it." As soon as your warm skin came in contact with his, you flinched, that damn spark again. You took a few steps back, looking at the ground. "You need to calm everyone down. As their leader and all."

Miguel closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened, his sclera was back to white again. He took a deep breath in, and looked at the crowd, who all hushed as soon as he turned around.

"The system is down." He spoke plainly, "It's being resolved, and it seems for the time being, the portal function is not available. Meaning we can't go home."

"But it's 9 PM. Are you suggesting we sleep here? Pretty sure there are only two guest bedrooms." Gwen's voice came from the back, and the discourse started again. "Yeah! How are we all going to fit there—"

"We could all sleep here...you know. On the ground." Your suggestion wasn't ideal, but it certainly was better than mindless arguments. "The inventory function is still avaliable. You could all grab a sleeping bag and we could all squeeze next to each other. Try to get some sleep so the time passes quicker." A few grumbles erupted from the crowd, but it was soon silenced by everyone checking their gizmos.

"Are we—"

"I'm calling dibs on the couch!"

"That spot near the window is mine!"

"Hey!"

You stood back with a smile, as you watched everyone scramble to reserved a spot. Jessica and her husband were helping everyone rearrange the placement of their stuff, making sure no more frustration insued. Someone cleared his throat beside you, and you looked up.

"Good job. Smart problem solving." Miguel grumbled, pressing on his gizmo, a black sleeping bag materialising out of it. He did not adress you for the rest of the day, not after that incident at the lake. Your chest heaved at the memory.

His soft lips, his tan skin glimmering with water droplets, his maroon eyes fixed on you, his strong grip on your waist. His little teasing comments and that last request he asked of you.

Why was he making you feel this way?

You shook your head, brushing away your efforts, "There is nothing we could do now, so it was the only solution really." When you looked back at him, you caught his stare. "You should make co-leader, you know? Alot of things will go smoother if you—"

"Don't push it." His once wistful and gentle gaze turned hard, he turned away from you, putting his sleeping bag by the window. "You're still as reckless as ever, cutting in when I was speaking. You're just lucky they're easily distracted."

Miguel was unsure why he said that. It was completely contradicting to what he thought, to what he said earlier, to what he really felt. He wasn't even able to think of a solution that fast, and if it weren't for you, he'd probably have gotten so frustrated that he broke his gizmo.

He heard you huff, "You know what, nevermind." Your chirpy tone died down, he'd pissed you off. "Everytime I think we are bonding, you just..." He felt a pang in his chest, the disappointment in your voice felt like a knife twisting at his back. "Whatever, Miguel."

He almost turned around, turned to apologise. He was a prideful man, but for the first time in a long time, he felt geniune sorry over his actions. He didn't like this anymore, he didn't want to argue with you.

"Hiya, sweetness," The voice of a very familiar varient rung in his ears, and he froze in place. "Did you find a spot to put your sleepin' bag? I saved you one by me."

He didn't like this. Didn't like the thought of it. He didn't like it when he saw you with him. He didn't like it when you'd laugh with him. He didn't like it when he saw you on that boat with him, and he certainly didn't like whatever this was implying.

"Hey." He heard your feet shuffle, taking a few steps away. "Yeah, I'll come." The words made him close his eyes, letting out an angry grunt. This should be none of his business. Your personal affairs shouldn't matter to him, he shouldn't be getting bothered by the thought of you all cuddled up near another man.

But it did. And he's been denying it for longer than he wanted to admit.

"You—bzzt!—gotta—bzzt!—do something about this." LYLA dissappeared as soon as she appeared, but he shook his head.

This would never go the way he wanted.

—

Turns out, sleeping on the ground with a bunch of your varients didn't guarantee you any rest. You were squeezed between Patrick and Hobie, both snoring very loudly and laying very comfortably. It seemed like you were the only one awake, and when you checked your gizmo, the loading screen had moved a little, displaying the timer at 6 hours. You'd honestly kill to be at your shitty apartment right now, sleeping soundly on your bed, the only noises audiable being the wind howling and the pattering of rain on your window.

You got up, moving Hobie's arm from ontop of your abdomen, Patrick's leg from on top of yours, and carefully made a path to the backyard door. You slid it open carefully, stepping out into the cold summer night breeze. The chill was refreshing, the smell of water and leaves instantly erasing the sounds of Hobie's snoring pattern.

You walked a little towards the oak tree infront of the lake, only to see a figure standing by it. He stood slouched over something, mumbling and grumbling, robe swaying in the wind. You knew that back profile pretty well, and you didn't know if you wanted to speak with him. Not after whatever this is he was doing with you.

Once you turn around and step away, you step on a twig, and he speaks, loud enough only for you to hear.

"I know you're behind me." He moved his head just in the slightest, his eyes meeting yours. You turned around and walked towards him, looking away. He wasn't the only one who could play this game.

You stand queitly beside him, pulling the fabric of the oversized shirt Jessica gave you closer to your body. A few hairs stood up at the back of your neck. He was staring at you.

"What?" Your voice is queit, but sharp.

"You're cold." He moved, slipping the robe he wore off of himself. "You shouldn't—"

"I'm fine. Keep it."

"Deja de ser terca." His hands wrapped the fabric around you, setting it on your shoulders and tying it up by your waist. He was leaning down, his hair brushing against your forehead, his hot breath on your neck.

He paused.

You stood in silence, cheeks heating up at your proximity. A feeling you've suppressed deep down resurfaced, that flame you felt in your core whenever he was around. His stupid musky cologne filled your senses. For a moment, you could swear he moved, leaned in for a little more. You could swear you felt his lips on your skin and you could swear that you almost groaned.

Then he straighted up, putting his hands in his grey sweatpant's pockets. "It's breezy. You could catch a cold." He mumbled, "Oh, and you care so much if I catch a cold, huh?"

"I do." He stated simply. It catchs you off gaurd and you look up at him, only to find him staring away at the lake, moonlight reflected in his ruby eyes. He looked dazed, like something was on his mind. "What are you doing up anyway?" You asked, fiddling with the hem of the robe.

"I don't exactly sleep."

"Sheesh, okay, explains alot about you."

"What's that suppose to mean?

"You're an asshole more often than not."

He lets out a dry chuckle and shakes his head, "Why are you not sleeping?" You went to answer, but you heard a grumble, it was no louder than a whisper, but you heard it. "Patrick not cozy enough for you?"

With raised brows you look at him, and he glances back, ears reddening as he realised you must've heard him. "Tsk, why do you care?"

"Stop asking me that damn question."

"No, really? Why do you care? You don't like me, you don't really want to know why—"

"I've never said I don't like you, don't put words in my mouth."

"See this is what I'm talking about!" Your voice got a little louder, "I don't know how you feel about me. You invite me to meetings just to argue with me, then get upset when I don't come and argue with you for the next," His face contorted, "You joke with me, tell me how competent and smart I am compared to anyone else, then put me down—all at the same day—"

"I never mean to—"

"Then on top of all of that, you—you do all these mean, demanding things yet you look at me like.." You look at him, and his brows are furrowed, his nose scrunched up, yet that damn look in his eyes, that never truly left since you fell into the lake together, was still there. You couldn't pinpoint what it was at first, gentleness, admiration, confusion, but now it seemed as clear as day what it was.

You find your throat tightening, and no matter how hard you tried you couldn't speak.

Shaking your head, you turn around. You couldn't do this, not right now, not right here.

"You don't understand anything, do you?"

You stopped.

"Sorry?"

"You act like I'm the only one who's confusing," He takes a step towards you, his large frame obscuring your vision of the lake. "You act like you dislike even speaking with me, ask to be left alone, and when I do just that, you get upset." He took another step forward, "You hate working with me, yet you want to assist me with every single thing you can. You—" He paused. "You spend all of your time with him," Miguel leaned down, his face mere inches from yours. Your cheeks reddened, your eyes glued to his, his glued to your lips. "but you would kiss me if given the chance, isn't that right?"

You stand paralysed, and he stands hovering over your lips. Everything in your body was telling you to launch yourself forward and do it, but you couldn't. You let out a shaky breath, and Miguel closes his eyes, looking down, exasperated.

"Just what on earth are you doing to me?"

"I'm not—"

"You're like a plauge." His face contorted, "You're painful, and bothersome. When I try to get rid of you, you come right back, and I can't help but let it happen—"

"Miguel—"

"—You're consuming me." He wasn't looking at you anymore, he looked like he was struggling to put his words together. "You're consuming my thoughts, eating away at my chest, making me ache when I see you with someone else." Moonlight reflected in his ruby eyes. "I can't drive you away, I don't think I want to anymore."

Miguel took a deep breath. He was not the best with words, but LYLA was right. This will kill him if he kept it to himself. "Do you really want to know why I've been like this? Because I can't trust myself around you. Me vuelven loca—"

[You drive me crazy]

"You don't know when to shut up, do you?"

"What is that suppose to—Mmph!"

A shockwave ripples through his entire body, as if someone had electrocuted him. Your soft lips are pressed on his, that sweet perfume of yours filling his nostrils, your hands cupping both his cheeks. An arm wrap around your waist, a fistful of the robe fabric bundled up in his fist as he deepened the kiss further, his other hand tilting your face upwards a little. He was desperate, catching your bottom lip between his, only pausing for short breaths before kissing you again.

You pulled back, hands now resting on his chest, as your arched yourself back, pressing your body against his. The hand that was on your cheek slid up your thigh, pushing the fabric out of its way. He was leaving kisses on your jaw, peppering your neck with bites, your scent clouding his thoughts.

"Miguel.."

"Te deseo. Siempre te he querido, desde que tengo memoria." He sounds gruff, hoarse, and his body feels warm. You couldn't keep restraining yourself anymore, not when he had you like this.

[I want you. I've always wanted you, for as long as I can remember.]

"Was that—Ah, right there—so hard to admit?" His fangs grazed the spot right below your ear, his voice no louder than a murmur.

"It was."

—

The next morning, right after breakfast—which cost Jess so much money that Miguel had to promise to pay her back, everyone took their leave. The bug in the system was a tricky one to track, and even harder to resolve, but LYLA did well.

You decided to stay back a little after saying goodbye to Patrick—whom you thanked profusely for executing your little plan and going along with it for so long— and the rest of your friends to help clean up. Jessica was feeding the baby, her husband was washing the extremly cartoonish amount of dishes left behind, and you were left rearranging furniture and giving the place a sweep. You were currently struggling to move the dinner table back to its original place, your body still ached from the night before.

"You're going to break your back doing it like that." The unhelpful comment would usually be bothersome to you, but this time, you smiled, your cheeks flushed. "Then you come move it, smartass." A fluorescent red web stuck to your back, another one to the table. He pulled back, you into his arms and the table back into its place. "Fácil."

[Easy]

You rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest. "Show-off."

"I dont know, maybe you should work on your core strength a little. Nothing wrong with working out." You could hear him smile without even looking at him.

"Oh, thank you for the advice. I'm fine though, just a little sore so I couldn't move around that much."

"Sore, eh?" He looked around you, making sure no one saw him as he placed a kiss to your temple. "Yeah, sleeping on the ground does that to you, doesn't it?"

" 'suppose it does."

You were unsure how everyone did not notice how much of a good mood Miguel was in even with that malfunction, and how nobody noticed the love bites on your thigh when your dress rode up your leg or the obvious hickeys on his neck, but you guessed it was because of the awful sleep everyone got.

The two of you smiled at each other, Miguel's thumb ran up and down your side. "Lo siento, I was a little pent up."

"A little?" You laughed, "A little is an understatement."

"Oh, please, it technically is your fault."

"Are you two..getting along?"

Jess's voice alerted you. You moved away and Miguel let his hand fall to his side. The two of you huffed, "Of course not." Miguel grumbled, although if she'd looked closely

"I heard you laughing."

"At him, not with him." You moved away to continue helping, and Miguel looked back at Jessica. She winked at him, and he scoffed, his ears reddening as he struggled to keep his stoic expression on his face.

"I'm not thanking you for that."

"What are you talking about?"

"You messed with the system and got us all stuck here. Just so this could happen. You're the only other person besides me who has the passcode to the portal function's files."

"I gave you a push to confess and you also got laid, Miguel, I think it's only fair to get a little bit of appreciation."

"..."

"Go on."

"Fine. Thank you."

a.n: finally got this done! thank you sm @general-dweebous for the idea again <3 Time to go back to writing dad!miguel and more requests.

didn't write the smut, might write it and post it separately unsure yet🤭

#miguel o hara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #astv #miguel o’hara x reader #spider man atsv #spiderman into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #miguel o hara #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel x you #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman

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The Line Between Love and War 10

C H A P T E R 10: Bad Memories and Family Time

“It is said that the night sky is made up of tiny wishes that humans were never able to fulfill. That the stars only became bright by the fulfillment of those wishes. In your eyes, the stars that shine never seemed real, your childhood wishes dark and dim as you grow. But now, now you understand the twinkle in their eyes as they look down at you.”

Summary: Your experiences told you that soulmates were something you would never have the pleasure of having; something not given to you because of who you are, despite the soulmark that resides on your inner left wrist. During your solo trip to Los Angeles, you find out that you are more than capable, that your soulmates had been waiting for you for a long time, and would not be letting you go anytime soon.

Genre: soulmate au, bts au, idol bts, polyamory relationship, eventual smut

Paring: Idol!BTS x autistic!mc

Status: Ongoing (randomly updated)

Warnings: mental illness, talk of disability, lots of angst, miscommunication, feelings of depression, feelings of isolation, polyamory bts, stalking, dangerous behavior, eventual smut,

Chapter Warnings: a bad memory, major insecurities, family issues, sensory problems, mc is tense and uncomfortable, Hobi’s family is to sweet for the world, mc ptsd,

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Masterlist // Chapter 9 // Chapter 11

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Previously on The Line Between Love and War:

“Let’s take some pictures with our shirts on! You can post that!” You jumped from the couch at his words, the three of you quickly moving to change into the new shirts.

You had Jimin take the photos, your soulmate quick to have you doing different poses. You went with two of them, one with each of you showing your ‘muscles’, and the other was one that Jimin took when you all were laughing. You captioned it with a smiley face emoji and a laughing one before posting.

Jimin looked over at Jin, a happy yet sly smirk on his face as they realized his plan to change the subject worked, getting your mind off what happened and helping you make more memories with the boys.

When Namjoon returned, he was alone, and happy to find you laughing as you hung off Jungkook’s back, your arms around his neck as he spun in circles, Taehyung and Hobi recording the moment.

The following morning you woke up in the arms of Hobi, his low voice speaking into the phone he held to his ear. You couldn’t make out any words in your tired state, so you just continued to admire his morning voice from where you rested against his chest. You snuggled into the warmth your mate provided.

“She is not awake yet Mom. Yes, I promise. I booked the same restaurant as last time. Give her an hour or so.” You listened in as he spoke to his mom. You loved Hobi’s mom. She was the sweetest person you had met, even over the phone. And it made sense. Both of her children were also sweet.

“I know you’re awake pretty girl.” You felt his fingers trace alongside your jaw, moving until the bopped the tip of your nose.

“No, I’m not.” You mumbled back, oblivious to the loving grin on his lips. Pressing a kiss to your pouty lips, he moved his hand to brush back some hair from your face.

“My mother and sister are eagerly awaiting their day with you, baby. They’ve called me a couple of times now, wondering if you were awake.” Hobi mused as he watched you try to fight off your sleep.

It took a couple of seconds for his words to register, but when they did you almost knocked your forehead into his chin.

“Wait a minute! What time is it?” You ask him in a rush, your words almost slurring as they wake you up.

“It’s only nine o’clock, darling.” His words have you pushing yourself away from him, causing a sad groan to have his lips as you leave his embrace. He watches you rush around the room, gathering the clothes Jin had laid out for you the night before, the eldest picking matching clothes out for everyone, the creams and beiges creating a color-coded cohesive look.

“I promised them I would be ready by nine! Hobi, your mom is probably so mad with me! I’m never late for anything.” Your words are rushed, disappointment and sadness bursting from your body as you try to get changed as quickly as you can.

You were so upset with yourself for sleeping in, you didn’t want anyone to be mad at your or disappointed. You had enough of that at home and you didn’t thing you could handle the way you felt when you thought someone was upset with you, especially your soulmates or their families. You wanted them to see you as someone who had everything together, who never made mistakes or did anything wrong.

You could practically hear your mother sighing in your ear, could see the way she rolled her eyes and looked down at you.

“Would it kill you to do something right for once? I wanted you hear by six and its twenty past.” Your mother stood in front of you, her arms crossed against her chest as she stood next to her friends. Her eyebrows were perfectly sculpted and her makeup immaculate as she stared you down.

“You told me to be here at six thirty? I thought I was early…” You trailed off at the sound of one of her friends trying to muffler her laughter.

“No, darling.” You cringed at the nickname, hating the tone she said it with. “I told you to be here at six. And now you’ve embarrassed me by arriving so late. And dressed like this!” She gestured to you, causing you to look down.

You were dressed in what you thought was appropriate for a kid’s birthday party. You were wearing a pair of light wash jeans and a nice t-shirt, something you normally wouldn’t wear. You were itchy beyond belief and dug your nails into your palm to stop you from scratching at your skin.

“I don’t understand.” You say as you look back up at your mother. You watched as laughter fell from her lips and she turned to her friends.

“I swear, I have to pick out everything for her, she doesn’t know anything about clothes!” Her entire group of friends laugh as you now clutch the bottom of your shirt, feeling the tears build up in your eyes again.

“Go sit down, before you embarrass me even more.” You hear your mother tell you, nodding in response before moving to sit down at one of the tables at the edge of the large yard.

“Pretty girl, that’s it. Look at me.” You feel Hobi’s hands on your cheeks, turning your head to look at him. You could feel him wipe away tears you didn’t know had appeared.

“There you are. Hi baby.” He smiles at you, seeing the fog in your eyes disappear the longer he held your cheeks in his palms.

“Hi Hobi.” You whisper back, eyes focusing on his.

“Are you okay? You kind of just froze.” He moved some hair out of your face, placing it behind your ear as he watched you.

“It’s nothing. I just, uh, I need to get ready.” You moved out of his grip and returned to rushing to the bathroom, quickly changing your clothes and making sure not to wrinkle it, not wanting Jin’s wrath.

You do your skin care routine, trying to follow the steps that Jimin had Namjoon write out in English for you, but you skip a couple of steps, not wanting anyone to be annoyed that they had to wait on you.

It takes you all of five minutes to get ready, grabbing your small purse holding what you need for the day as you move into the living area, bumping into Yoongi who is munching on a small tangerine.

“Baby, what’s got you in such a rush?” Yoongi’s hands grasp onto your side, steadying you before you fall forward.

Yoongi notices the flush of your face and the way your eyes were red. He knew something was wrong, but he could tell by the way your jaw was clenched that you didn’t want to talk. He wondered if he knew what was wrong, having seen a lot of your past.

“I’m late to meet Hobi’s mom and Jiwoo and I don’t want them to have to wait for me.” Was your simple response, yet it had him confused.

“Why would they be upset with you? Didn’t Hobi tell them that you would be there in an hour?” Yoongi’s eyebrow raised as he walked with you to the couch where Jimin was relaxing, a movie on the large television.

“When we talked yesterday, we promised nine o’clock. That’s when we agreed to meet at the spa.” You muttered, not liking that his questions were making you even more late than you already were. You were becoming anxious, and the two in the room could tell.

Jimin adjusted his position on the couch so he could move to sit behind you, pulling you back into his chest and wrapping his arms around you. You tried to push him away, but he was strong as he held you to him.

Jimin started humming Serendipity, his voice coming out soft as you did what he hoped you would. You started to relax into him, letting your head rest on his chin as he peppered kisses along your jaw.

Jimin sang the song softly a couple of times, making sure that you were truly calm and your heart rate had lowered, no longer feeling it beat against his chest, before pulling away.

“Now baby, you have plenty of time because Hobi’s family isn’t going to be here until after ten, okay? So, sit with me, hmm?” He pulled you with him to lay down on the sofa, your body rested on top of his as he held you close to his chest.

You tried your hardest to be upset with the way Jimin just…rerouted your brain with his voice, but you couldn’t. You had never been able to work yourself out of an anxious spiral before, and you were amazed that he was able to help you stay afloat.

You felt like you were floating, muscles relaxed as you laid on top of your soulmate, his hand on your back, rubbing different patterns and words onto your sweater. Your hand was clinging to his shirt, fist clenched in the fabric as you breathed in his scent. Eyes closed as you listened to him laugh at something done on the tv.

You were so relaxed you didn’t even hear Namjoon open the door to Hobi’s family. His mom, dad, and sister walking through the door and placing their bags down.

You were supposed to be going out with his mom, Eunha, and his sister, Jiwoo, to the spa and lunch before doing some exploring with them. His dad, Hosung, was gonna spend the day with Hobi and Taehyung, who had wanted to join the two in their plans. The others were going to be relaxing as they had their first concert the next day.

“Now, where is our darling daughter at? I can’t wait for our spa day!” Eunha exclaimed, reaching forward to move past her son.

You were slowly moved into a seated position, Jimin doing the hard work and helping you both sit up. He had a smile on his face as he noticed your glazed over expression. Pressing a soft kiss to your lips, he helped you make sure your hair and clothes were nice before helping you stand.

“She’s right here mom!” Jimin hollered, a grin on his lips as Eunha rushed over and brought you into a tight hug. A grunt left your lips at the tightness now around your middle. You slowly brought your arms around Hobi’s mom before Hobi came over.

“Mom…” Hobi let out a warning tone, only for his mom to wave him off.

“I know, I’m sorry. I forgot.” His mom pulls away from you, taking a couple of steps back before noticing how tense your body had become.

“I am sorry for hugging you without asking. My son has told me about your sensory issues and I forgot about them in my excitement. I promise it won’t happen again.” You were absolutely stunned that she had apologized for hugging you. You’ve never had that happen before, and you completely ignored the wording of her sentences, trying to push away the already tense emotional feeling you were experiencing after the flashback of your own mom.

You nodded your head in response, which thankfully didn’t bother the older woman. She just looked at you with a soft expression, her smile permanently etched to her lips as she gestures you forward.

“Well, my daughter, I believe we have a spa appointment to get to.” Eunha talks slowly, remembering that you were still learning the Korean language. You appreciated her actions, reciprocating her smile as you moved forward and put your shoes on, standing in front of the door.

It took about ten minutes for you, Eunha, and Jiwoo to finally leave through the door. The boys were adamant about giving you their own goodbyes, Taehyung and Yoongi especially greedy as they kept pulling kisses from your lips. Namjoon practically had to pull Taehyung from around you, a large pout on his lips as he playfully whined, arms reaching for you as your elder mate pulled him away.

-*-*-

The spa was something you couldn’t have imagined.

It had baths of mud and beds where you could be wrapped in seaweed.

You hadn’t seen anything like it before, and didn’t feel comfortable with new textures, even with your desire to have Hoseok’s family like you. You were still a little anxious that you had kept them waiting, and still was unsure if they were going to be upset with you over it or not.

Yet, Eunha and Jiwoo reminded you of Hobi, their love palpable and their happiness and kindness visible as they smiled at you. You could feel yourself becoming relaxed in their presence, like you belonged with them.

You picked a soft lavender color for your nails, Eunha and Jiwoo choosing the same color with grins on their faces, mischief glowing on their cheeks.

“I want to match with my daughters.” Eunha had spoken in the same soft and slow tone, the nail tech smiling up at her. The spa was a Korean spa, one that Hobi and Yoongi had discovered on one of their exploration trips of the city.

You had felt loved and appreciated, like you belong, and it was a new and different feeling than what you had with your soulmates. This was…like you had family.

“Have you been here before?” Jiwoo asked you as you settled down in a private room at the back of the restaurant. You had been rubbing your hands, the lotion on your skin feeling like oil. You tried to tell the woman you didn’t want the lotion, but it seemed like you fumbled your Korean a bit.

You were originally going to be seated on the balcony of the restaurant, but you were unknowingly followed from the hotel. It seemed that your face was known, and people wanted to know more. This led to Hoseok calling the restaurant and changing the plans a little, sending two more security to accompany the already four you had, Seungho included.

Your pictures were all over army twitter, Namjoon had seen. Some calling for your privacy and others wanting to know more. It was all weird to you and had you feeling like bugs were crawling over your skin, making you remove your sweater to reveal the cream t-shirt and black leggings.

“I haven’t. This is my first time in the city.” You revealed as the waiter came by with the menus. You recognized some items on the menu, but your eyes caught on the option for chicken tenders and French fries, what you called the classic safe food.

You tempered over your options, going with something what was safe or choosing to fit in with Hobi’s family and pick something else. It all came down to how you already felt. Would a new pick trigger your sensory issues and make you melt down? Or would it not affect anything and you go on showing his family that you could fit in with them.

By the time you made your decision, the waiter had already come back with your choice of drinks and his notebook.

“Alright. What can I get for you?”

“I will have the chicken tenders and fries please.” Jiwoo spoke in her bets English, making your eyes widen in shock. You figured she would pick something else. When the waiter looked at you, you just told him you would have the same thing, adding ranch on the side. You didn’t hear what Eunha had picked because Jiwoo moved closer to you.

“I love their chicken tenders. They are so crispy and taste so good!” Jiwoo told you, bouncing a little in her seat, seemingly excited for her order. Hearing her words, your shoulders relaxed and you became way more at ease with everything.

Maybe you were overthinking everything…like normal.

“I am so happy that the boys have found you.” Eunha spoke as soon as the waiter had left, her gaze soft as she watched you sit forward in your seat. Eunha and Jiwoo had spent the entire day hoping that you would feel comfortable around them.

Hoseok had spoken with them, frequently over the years about his soul sight, everything he found out about you, he would confide in them. So, they knew more about you than you did them, unfortunately. Eunha and Jiwoo were aware of your disability and were aware of your wariness around strangers. They had just hoped that the number of times they had video-called with you had eased the tension and made them more familiar to you.

But it was okay, they were patient and had plenty of time to help you become more comfortable with them. They wanted to become your family, wanted to become the people in your corner.

“They all spent years looking for you. Had their eyes practically glued to social media for a long time. Hobi especially went through tiktok, hoping you used your actual picture as your profile picture, or that you posted videos of yourself.” Jiwoo followed her mom’s lead, trying to ease your discomfort.

“He always told us how sweet you were, any little thing you accomplished he would brag to us about it, proud of you.” You had little tears in your eyes now, blinking them away as you listened to them.

“I uh, never thought I would have a soulmate. I didn’t get a bond like that, with any of them. Thought something was wrong with me.” You laughed at yourself, self-deprecatingly as you remembered your years of research.

“I never expected this, any of it. I just wanted to come to the city, a vacation by myself so I didn’t have to stress. But now, I have seven soulmates who love me more than anything in the world. It’s…. like I’m dreaming.” You confess, trying to tell them that you didn’t know, that you didn’t mean to not look for them, thinking that was why they were telling you these things.

“I figure, things will happen when fate deems it to. We are just happy you were able to find your way to them. You don’t ever have to worry about anything with us…we just want you to feel comfortable with us.” Eunha’s hand moved to hold yours, pausing a couple inches from yours as she asked permission before continuing.

“I’m sorry I—” You paused, realizing that they knew you were uncomfortable.

“It’s okay, honey. We just wanted you to know that we already love you and see you as family.” Eunha’s words have you crying, tears streaming down your cheeks. You try to wipe them away with your palm, but Jiwoo moves, handing you her napkin and helping you so your eyes wouldn’t become puffy. That’s the sight the waiter walked up to, plates of food in hand.

This small moment, Jiwoo helping you and Eunha holding your hand, changed your entire mindset; you felt okay, like you were with people who genuinely cared for you. You were ready to do whatever you could to get the boys’ families to like you, but it seemed like you didn’t have to.

You hadn’t even imagined that their families could have known about you, that the boys had told them all about you, what they knew from the soul bonds. Hadn’t envisioned that their families would have already accepted you and your bond to their boys.

And it had you happy, knowing you didn’t have to mask around them. Didn’t have to create a persona that wasn’t you.

And you relaxed, even began to joke around and laugh with Jiwoo and Eunha as you finished your lunch and walked around outside, exploring your surroundings and taking pictures as you went.

You even took pictures upon Jiwoo’s insistence, her smile having you agree to her whims before you can even blink. A couple pictures of you and Jiwoo, of the three of you together, and then a couple of Eunha, with her arms wrapped around you in a hug.

“I need pictures with my daughter to show my friends.” Was her excuse for extra pictures, making you grin back at her. You didn’t mind, even posting some pictures on your Instagram afterwards, putting a small heart over her face to keep her anonymity like Hobi wanted.

You ended up spending the entire day with them, getting frozen yogurt and buying a couple of things that Jiwoo picked out for you, saying you would look beautiful in them. They were even cotton like you wanted.

It was an amazing day with family.

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JK-Tae and JK-JM - The two lives and the differences between them

I will start by saying this is not a competition.

Nah-ah.

Also, let’s keep this clear from the get go:

JK and Tae are close friends. 10 years’ worth of growing up together, living together, working together, playing together friends.

But here are the magic words: growing up.

And when you grow up you change, your likes and dislikes they change, your interests they change. You can suddenly find yourself not sharing those same common grounds you did as kids, teenagers or even young adults. And that, at times changes friendships or even ends them, the latter not being the case with JK and Tae.

But in life there are different kinds of friendships, different levels of friendships.

JK, JM and Tae.

All three of these young men are close friends for years now.

I repeat - all three of them.

And add Hobi into the mix, all four definitely spend time together, by choice, not work related (Hobi told us that in the Las Vegas live). Probably less now (all four) because of JM being super busy, while the younger two (JK and Tae) are obviously taking much needed time to wind down at the moment.

These guys are all in touch, all the members, that is, including Jin (who sends them messages once in a while too). They talk constantly on their group chat. We knew that before from comments members made in the past and we know it now too from Tae, RM and JK's interactions in the lives.

What I’ll be trying to convey in my post is the different reactions JK has to either of the two joining, the way he interacts with each of them, and his behaviour while doing so. Watching the three lives (including the IG live) the differences are quite obvious, as obvious as the difference between how you would interact with a good friend as opposed to interacting with your partner, someone you are intimate with, someone you are in a long term relationship with.

It's all about the:

RIB

Reaction - Interaction - Behaviour.

Reaction

First reaction with JM -

First reaction when JK sees JM has commented on his live is excitement. He's all smiley, giddy.

JK's first reaction with Tae:

Hold on for a minute I’m talking about something important here.

And then, when he's done answering the fan, he follows with:

Tae's here? Why are you here?

Ahm... ok then...

Interaction - Behaviour

Next let's look at the interaction and behaviour, cause I do think the two kind of intertwine, don't they?

With JM:

“Jiminie hyung is here, right? No? Right? He's here?”

JK was super excited when JM showed up in his comments and he wanted him to stay. Well, that is, what he really wanted was for JM to come join him at his place, lol.

And again

And when it was clear that JM couldn’t come over and had to go back to work JK turned on his assertive caretaker button telling him to stay healthy.

With Tae:

The low key bickering...JK did or did not tell Tae he was going to sleep before doing the live...

And then, the back and forth about doing the joint live:

JK asks Tae laughingly if he can handle the consequences of doing the live (as they were not supposed to be doing lives on IG), to which Tae answers he’ll take the responsibility.

I'm gonna go on a limb here and say that Tae was the one wanting to do the live on IG, JK not so much wanting it, but agreeing to it kind of reluctantly... JK wasn’t forced into it, and I really don’t think he was bugged by Tae. It’s not something he really wanted to do either though, and it felt like he really wanted Tae to give up on the idea, lol.

Then we have the live, more JK and Tae interaction, both on screen.

youtube

It wasn't jelling. Yes, the connection wasn't great, but even when it got better...ahm...

In the live: We have talk about the option to do the joint live – quite a bit of talk about that and the possibility of adding the option to Weverse; We have talk about Bam – Tae saying how big he's become, JK saying he's just as big; We have talk about the comments, a lot about them being flags; We have talk about the conversation JK had in his live with a fan about getting tattoos and the 7 tattoo – what Tae told his parents about it; We have them keep going back to a common joke (the rice joke?);

Side note: the way Tae talked about Bam it’s obvious he hasn’t seen him in quite a while. Fact. Why that is, we don’t know. Could be them not meeting up at JK’s, could be Bam being away at family/training school. But it’s clear it’s been a long time since he’s seen him.

At some point JK brings Bam over (this is a second time Bam is in the live), uses him as a buffer, or maybe a conversation starter/ice breaker. JK was going to town with Bam.

Tae was trying to get Bam to go to his place/house/crate, it didn't work, Bam ignoring him (, and JK just continuing to mess around with Bam.

With no convo Tae turns to playing with filters, and then I guess just gave up cause JK wasn't in the game. At the end Tae saying he’s sleepy, for JK to go back to his Weverse live and off we go, end of IG live, JK saying goodbye waiting for Tae to disconnect. He does say goodbye but that’s it. No other niceties.

In the 13 minutes we had a lot of searching for comments, drinking, getting up doing stuff, playing with Bam – doing the distractions, cause again, the conversation wasn’t flowing.

Now, I will give a little credit to the bad connection, but nah, even if you take that into consideration, I think you need to be deaf and blind to continue to think there is anything more than mateship between those two men.

JM wasn't even physically there in JK’s live (not in person and not on screen) and the sparks were flying crazy, can you even imagine if we had them both on live like that?

A few things extra I noticed in the IG live:

First is Tae’s reaction after asking if JK doesn’t have anything to do the next day and JK saying “well, Bam has a medical checkup”. It was so sus. It was his usual “aha, yep, I’m obviously not buying that or know something otherwise you’re not saying out loud” kind of face…

Now the translation could be a little inaccurate, but Tae’s non verbal reaction is hard to miss.

JK changes the subject, but this reaction, the snicker and giggle that follow, I attribute to JK's previous answer...

And damn, I'd say those facial expressions, the eyebrow wiggles, multiple times, that's Tae knowing something we don't and probably shouldn't either...

He was clearly amused, and I myself am dying of curiosity to know why…

Being the live was on a Friday night, maybe a certain band member name starting with Ji and ending with min was supposed to have the Saturday off…

If you look real hard you can also detect somewhat of a smirk on JK’s face too.

Ehmm... we also have what seemed perhaps to be JK's brother taking Bam to the Vet? Or at least spending time with him, maybe without JK?

It could have absolutely nothing to do with Jimin, but one thing I can tell you is that there was absolutely nothing innocent behind that eyebrow wiggle of Tae’s, nor the smirk, nor the giggle.

Second was when JK during the IG live mentioned there is option to have up to 4 people doing the live at once:

Yep. Talking out of experience I guess Tae. You know it.

Third, JK keeps asking Tae “aren’t you going to sleep?” or “when are you going to sleep?”

Hinting much?

🤕

Me clarifying myself once again:

I am certainly not saying JK and Tae are not good friends, close friends.

But like I said, in life there are different kinds of friendships, levels of friendships, levels of intimacy that grow beyond friendship.

These two they have history, they have several common interests, but perhaps they limited now days. There is nothing wrong with that, people grow up they move in different directions. The two still love to game together, we know that, and probably/maybe spend time doing other activities. They are mates. But there are no sparks, no intimacy there. These are not two men in a long term love relationship. Spin it any way you want, they just aren't.

To sum it up:

There are clear differences between the two interactions.

Also, I can't find a way to convey in words the difference in JK's voice, the intonation of his speech. You have to watch them both to understand how different he was in each of those instances.

with JM:

JM’s here? Where is he? Stop everything, I need to see if JM left a comment. Then, JM, please come and eat some chicken with me - come over - I'm waiting for you very impatiently...are you still there? please still be there... come join me...

Also with JM:

Ear to ear smile, and going into full caretaker mode, dropping the honorific to tell JM to look after himself (knowing just how much JM pushes himself when working).

JM's name being mentioned by JK 12 times within 7 minutes.

With Tae:

Wait a minute I can't pay attention to you yet, I have something more important to do; Then – nonchalantly asking: why are you here? (ouch); Ok, I’ll do the live you wanted, just as long as nothing big happens;

Also with Tae:

I’m going to get alcohol; Here’s Bam; Let’s talk about the live options on IG and how we should make them for Weverse too; When are you going to bed? Aren't you going to bed already?

I wonder, do you spot the difference?

Also, go watch them!!!

#Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jungkook #Jimin #JK #JM #JK Wlive #JK live #spot the difference game #Youtube

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cheolhub · 2 years

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NSFW Hoseok headcanons! I’ll beg if I have to.

NSFW HEADCANONS! ⌇JUNG HOSEOK ࿐

— A.NOTE: NO NEED TO BEG LOVE, IM MORE THAN HAPPY TO COMPLY. hobi my bias wrecker… (as if i have a bias line) i made him a lil freak so i hope u like these hcs LOL! thank u for sending this req mwahhhh <3333 not proofread at all lol

on the outside, jung hoseok seems like a smiley, innocent man that probably couldn’t even hurt a fly

but behind closed doors, he exudes extreme dominant energy

that cute smile is replaced with a condescending smirk and it’s like a flip in him switches

listen, i will never let the mean dom!hoseok agenda die. Ever.

sex with him for the first time would be soft. slow, calculative thrusts and soft praises

but hoseok loves brats and it’s only a matter of time before you’re acting up and he’s putting you in your place

when you’re comfortable, hobi is mean

absolutely filthy

he’ll say things like, “pussy’s cryin’ like a slut, you want my cock that bad?” or “yeah? you wanna cum? aww, that’s too bad. bad girls don’t get to cream my cock.” (my chest hurts </3)

favorite position is doggy style (once again, who is surprised)

specifically face down into a pillow and ass all the way up (ass man hobi <3 don’t argue with me)

has a safe word for you, makes you tell him what it is before he even thinks about touching you

gets your consent by making you beg for it because consent is sexy and you are even sexier when you’re begging for him to split you in half

he calls you a lot of things from doll, baby, and beautiful to his cumslut, his needy girl, his favorite brat <3

DUMBIFICATION.

a firm believer that if he hasn’t fucked you stupid to the point where you’re babbling and drunk on his cock, then he hasn’t done it right

he loves tears and he loves cumming on your face when he’s done

watches his cum paint your tear-streaked face and your drooling lips and thinks you’re the prettiest thing in the world

but!!! hobi can be a nice dom too!

he knows some days are hard for you and on those days he wants you to know how loved you are by him and he’d do anything to make you feel good

on these days, he’ll have you in missionary position and say things like, “you’re my good girl, always so fuckin’ good for me, beautiful, love you s’much,” or “you feel me in your tummy, baby? yeah? it feels good? go on and cum as many times as you want.”

he fills you up with his cum on these days too cuz he knows you love the warmth you get from it :(

you truly get the best of both worlds

he’s on the quieter side for sure, i think the quietest of the seven

he lets out the occasional grunt or deep groan, but he usually fills the room with his dirty talk

when he’s close tho :(((

so breathy and he’s letting out pants– it’s so so attractive

all breathless saying, “fuck, m’ close, doll.”

if you squeeze him hard enough when he says that, you’ll get a cute moan out of him <3

aftercare with hobi is also sweet

he’s back to his smiley cute self, telling you jokes to make you giggle so you stay awake for him to clean up your face and messy core

praises you thoroughly, “you did so well for me, doll, wasn’t too rough was i?”

you’re always honest with him and if he was too rough, you tell him (but you usually like it)

puts you in clean clothes and then holds you close to his body, petting your head, placing innocent kisses on your neck, whispering in your ear, etc.

makes sure you fall asleep before him and whispers “i love you.” before drifting to sleep himself :(<333

#[💌: nonnie]#bts smut #bts x reader #bts headcanons #jung hoseok smut #hoseok smut #hobi smut #hobi x reader #hoseok x reader #hoseok headcanons #hobi headcanons

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sluttyhollow · 10 months

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Hobie x alt black reader (gn)

Canon divergent (let’s just act like universes are all on the same timeline and the spiders can time travel without consequence,) reader is Miles older cousin, hobie doesn’t exist on earth 1610, black reader with locs (can be read as faux locs or even braids/twist tho) colored hair (color not specified) and piercings (nose, smiley, bridge), reader works with kids (unspecified jobs), your writer is from USA and wrote British English the best they could without it sounding ridiculous 😭

smut warnings: dub-con for sex under the influence of weed, mutual maturation turned into sex, gender and anatomy neutral reader

This got a big out of hand I fear, enjoy

18+ No Minors

Summers spent in the streets of Brooklyn as kid were always fun. The nature of being in a big city, there was always something for you and your little cousin Miles to do. As you grew up, the summers became summers and winters spent in the city with them. Then it became attending college nearby, then grad school, and now freshly graduated with a new job, you were staying with your Uncle Jeff and Aunt Rio while Miles lived in the dorms for school. Still your favorite little cousin, and you basically being his older sibling, he was home every weekend so you two could hang out. Miles told you everything, including his not so part time job as the neighborhood vigilante. Much to your displeasure and through his consistent insistence that he was safe, even reassured you that there were OTHER spider people in case he needed them. Which didn’t really make you feel better considering they were probably also young teenagers, later confirmed when he introduced you too his “friend” Gwen (the two teens obvious infatuation with each other causing your eyebrows to raise into your hairline). But they both seemed well enough that your worries disappeared for the time being.

With both your aunt and uncle working overnight shifts now that miles was older, you typically spent most nights and weekends in the home alone or with Miles and Gwen. That being said it was Friday night and miles should’ve been here a few hours ago. At your thoughts, you heard a thump echo from the living room. Assuming miles had finally made his way home you got up from your bed to greet him. Mouth fixed to call his name out in greeting as you walked into the front room all the words got stuck in your throat. Three different versions of spider man stood in the living room of your house. The one you recognized to be miles stood slumped up against a tall spider man covered in spikes, patches and buttons, holding his midsection as another spider man, this one whom you assumed to be Gwen, fussed about a wound on Miles stomach that you were finally taking notice of.

“What the fuck!? Miles!!” Jumping down the rest of the stairs you approached the three spiders, taking care to help them lie him down on the coffee table, you really couldn’t explain blood stains on the couch tomorrow.

“What the fuck happened” the one spider you didn’t know spoke, British accent filling the space around you as he finally pulled off his mask “hit a bit of a snag on a mission, but they got a good hit on Peter Pan before Gwendy and I grabbed him and legged it” if your cousin wasn’t bleeding on the living room table you’d take more time to appreciate the beauty of the man in front of you. Silver piercings across his perfect dark skin, teeth perfectly aligned in his mouth and a healthy set of wicks atop his head. All of which matched his spider persona perfectly.

Drawing your attention back to miles you hummed out a reply before reaching up to snatch the black mask off miles face so you could glare at him properly. Turning your head to see the other young teen in the room had also removed her mask you spoke to her “Gwen, I’m going to take his suit off to look at his wounds” at the mention of clothing being removed she turned bright red, excusing herself to find towels and first aid supplies you kept for miles specifically. With the help of the other man you helped sit miles back up and pulled the zipper on his suit down and rolled it so it sat on his hips before laying him back down to examine the damage.

The wounds were superficial enough, with the exception of one big gash in the center of his stomach, nothing a few stitches wouldn’t fix. After assessing the damage you re aligned your glare at Miles, who was staring at the other spider to avoid your wrath.

“Miles” a short hmm and the quickest side eye glance were sent your way. pinching his side with a decent amount of force you started your speech on scolding the teen, well teens now that Gwen was back with the supplies, on how they can’t just show up battered and bruised without warning, and their lack of safety, how dangerous being spider man was and how you’d just pass away if anything happened to them. Somewhere in the middle of your ranting, and finishing sewing Miles up, you were just ranting to be ranting. Turning your ire on the only person in the room who had felt it

“AND WHO ARE YOU ANYWAYS, YOU JUST LET THE KIDS AROUND YOU GET HURT LIKE THIS” you we’re cute. Colored locs framing your face while the rest sat tied up top of your head, metal pierced through your nose, directly between the prettiest pair of brown eyes and one more that showed itself whenever you talked. Plus you were protective of the two teenagers, which was also cute. A smirk, and air of nonchalance sat across his features as you yelled at him. Folding your arms across your chest you waited for him to answer you.

“Names Hobie luv, and those two blokes ran off to another demension on their own without me, I saved their arses from dying” at that both of you turned to look pointedly at the two teens who BOTH were now ignoring the two adults in the room. Turning back around to finally look at the man in front of you, letting out a deep breath that you weren’t really sure when you took in, as your hands slid down your face.

“Sorry bout that” it was mumbled and forced but Hobie understood your frustration. he too cared for the teens, but their recklessness knew no bounds when they were revved up.

“Ehh you gave em a proper scolding, yeah, can’t take it too personally” he chuckled and you followed suit, plopping on the floor next to him and introducing yourself. The two of you sat watching the young teens in front of you talk on the couch, both awkwardly fumbling over there words, Miles state of half undress still causing Gwen to be a red faced mess.

“Guess I should get Gwendy back to where she belongs luv, maybe we’ll meet under better circumstances next time yeah” standing up to his full height, before stopping a long arm down to your level to pull you up. the smile playing at his lips signified next time would likely be sooner than you thought, not that you minded too much. Bottom lip grazing your top row of teeth before your tongue followed its path, you hid the smile you felt creeping on your face nodding your head in ascent to his statement.

Nodding one last time as he and Gwen stepped foot through the portal that had appeared within your living room. Watching the place it was for a few more seconds before turning to face Miles, who was wearing a shit eating grin.

“You feelin ma boy huh cuz” you couldn’t stand teenagers really. They talked too damn much… he wasn’t wrong but damn.

“Still ain’t got enough fizz to bag Gwen I see” the smile on his face dropping to be replaced by a mean mug “still doing that tired move my dad tried to teach ya, ain’t got no better game” where his smile fell, yours was steady rising.

“But yeah I might be feelin ya boy just a little bit” with that, you turned on your heels and headed back up the stairs. You threw a goodnight over your shoulder towards miles before closing the door.

Though you knew you’d see him again, what you didn’t expect was to unlock the front door exactly a week later to find him pounding across the couch while, wait a minute is that another teenager on the floor. You were collecting new spider teens like Pokémon. The sound of the door opening and bags hitting the floor caused everyone to pause to look at you.

“Yoooo cuz! You know Gwen, and I’m sure you remember Hob” you caught the look he sent you after that “and this is my friend Pav, he works with us too” the kid in question was in front of you, arms encasing you in a hug before you could register that he even moved. And he was back on the floor waving and smiling at you before you could wrap yours back around him to reciprocate the action. Flashing a full smile at the kid, you went to pick up the groceries but saw a pair of black boot stalking off with your bags being toted by a pair and spike cuffed hands. Following them up the body they were attached to before setting your eyes on the pretty face you met the other day. He winked at you before walking into the kitchen, leaving you to follow behind him with the last remaining bag.

“Nice fit” Simple enough, without his spider man suit under his clothes he still looked every bit of attractive. Black jeans, held low on his waist by a couple belts, tattered band tee and his signature battle vest. Random jewelry littered across his hands and neck to match the ones across his face. Continuing your trek into the kitchen you started placing the groceries in their respective locations. Hobie’s brain fried for a second, not understanding what you meant, until the differences in British versus US slang registered. You meant his outfit, though your lingering gaze let him know you’d probably agree with British meaning of the word too.

“You look proper s’well” brown eyes taking in the Demonia boots, black cargo joggers, and black baggy cropped T-shirt you had worn to the store. Jewelry adorned in similar places as his, the lack of extra color in your black outfit making them stand out even more. The word cute flittered through his head again. Just As it had the first time he saw you. Leaning back against the counter, crossing one heavy boot clad foot over the other, he folded his arms across his chest and watched as you began putting the groceries up.

While you weren’t necessarily a shy person, his intense stare fixated on you moving about paired with the lack of conversation had you feeling nervous. Pulling yourself up to full height, which was still shorter than his overly tall frame, you fixed him with a smirk before saying

“I know I’m fine sweetheart, how bout you put those long arms to use and put these up for me” a chuckle slipped through his lips before he pushed himself up, moving far more silent than his boots should’ve allowed him to as he approached you. Hunching his lanky body over yours to grab the items you were holding in your hands, he turned his mouth toward your ear before whispering

“How’s about ya let me take a photo then luv” warm breath fanning across the side of your face as he pulled away standing back to his full height to put the items in the place you had previously mentioned.

The push and pull and subtle flirtling, barely there touching turned into makeout sessions and heavy petting when the teenagers weren’t around. For months you both let this little game continue until it came to a head one night in hobies flat.

“I’m just saying that people benefit from these systems Hob, the kids I work with, these systems prevented them from dying, they still suck and they need to be eridicated and reformed but the people can’t govern themselves cooperatively, we keep proving that we can’t handle it, not yet”

“Do more harm then good innit?”

“Somebody has to be willing to change it then yeah?”

Staring at you, Hobie’s chest filled with desire and then some. You weren’t a punk, not like him at least. But hearing you talk, knowing that while you may not be willing to set the establishment ablaze, you were willing to be the one to rip it apart and start something new and he loved that about you.

The two of you were having a smoke session, you providing the weed cause apparently Earth 1610’s was better. Somewhere between your second and third pre-roll the tension in the air became charged and somewhere after the third began its rotation you and hobie were stripped down to your underwear, both of you too high to deal with the feeling of clothes on your bodies, or so you said. Once the third was done you both were beyond faded and the tension was palpable, hidden barely by the sound of his tv playing something until Hobies voice cut through sending jolts through your already on edge body.

“I wan you to do somethin for me luv” two pairs of low brown eyes meet, both filled with something too good to be spoken

“Yeah, what’s that” it was barely above a whisper, eyes still connected as his next words sent arousal through your body “wan you to touch yourself for me” pulling your bottom lip between your teeth nodding your head as you rolled your legs from under your body to sit with your legs spread. Reaching between them to start toying with yourself slowly. Putting on a show for him to enjoy, and by the looks of it, he was enjoying. Picking up your hands motions, throwing your head back just slightly so you could let a moan of his name slip through. Hobie was a calm man, patience came to him naturally, but you were breaking his resolve and quickly. He’d been palming himself through his underwear since you started but he needed to feel skin on skin. Lifting his hips up just enough to pull his underwear just beneath his balls. Wrapping his large hand around the base and giving himself a squeeze to try and ease the ache he was feeling, he readjusted his attention back on you and began slowly stroking the length of his shaft.

Your head had dropped back down allowing your lidded gaze to meet his for a moment before it dropped down to watch his movements. Perfect, he was so god damned perfect, another moan falling out of your mouth at his actions. The movements of your hand speeding up pushing you closer to falling over the edge before a hand wrapped around yours effectively halting your movements and causing your eyes, that you hadn’t realized had fallen closed, to pop back open and stare at Hobie’s smirking face. Deep breaths racking through your body as a whine slipped out with your fading attempt at an orgasm. Without any words Hobie grabbed your body, placing you in his lap. Legs hooked over his longer spread ones exposing you so he can finish what you started.

Longs arms wrapped around your body, hands reaching down to graze across you. Every simple movement of his feeling like ice on your hot body, everything was just a little extra sensitive. Hands dexterous from years of playing guitar, rough and strong from his years spent defending the world. Easily toying with you until he was using his other arm to keep you firmly placed in his lap. Writhing around to combat the pleasure he was filling you with, your peak creeping back up up the length of his spine and finally pushing its way out as he worked you through your previously denied orgasm.

“S’good for me” voice deep, close to your ear, lips leaving kisses across the expanse of your neck as you came back down. Hobie WAS patient but you made every semblance of patient fr leave his body. Made he want to consume every bit of you to make you a part of him. Give you everything he’s got and then make more to give you and that exactly what he was going to do. Rolling you over to lay flat on your back, his body caged you to the bed as he guided your ankles to rest atop his shoulders. Using your previous mess, he rubbed himself across you, smearing it around your hole to aid in his intrusion, a rather sturdy looking one at that. Dark pink tip rested atop a brown shaft, glistening with your cum around it. Sitting even prettier nestled against you. Holding your legs down, he slid himself in to the hilt in one motion, making you both cry out loud. Hobie WAS patient and calm but you have seemingly erased any semblance of that. The feeling of you around him reduced it further below zero. It was all rough strokes, wandering calloused hands, teeth and tongues gnashing in perfectly fulfilling kisses.

Nothing could’ve made this feel any better. Bodies sliding against each other in the best of ways until both of you worked yourselves over the edge. Warmth filling you from his release as he held himself there to come down. Unlatching your ankles from where they’d come to circle around his neck, he placed your legs back on his mattress before pulling himself out of you to watch how his release leaked from you, perfectly contrasting against the brown of your skin. Not bothering to clean either one of you up, he fixed you both to lay correctly in the bed pulling the sheet up to cover your bodies.

“May not be one for labels but if ya let anybody touch ya like that I might kill them luv” labels may not be bad, he thinks. In this instance at least but unnecessary none the less. Hobie could hop through dimensions, and has had partners in the multitude of places he’s managed to visit when it was convient and staying in those universes for longer than what was necessary never crossed his mind. His universe needed a spider man sure, but he could also simply travel back and forth too. He’s sure he’s not the only spider person on his universe either. The thoughts were spiraling through his mind, he could make this work, he would make this work somehow.

“Hmmm” your voice cut through bringing him back to reality. You’d wrapped yourself around his midsection, sleep filling the tone of your voice. “I think we’re on the same page then yeah?”

He could think about it later he supposes.

#atsv smut #x black reader #hobie brown x black reader #smut #long fic #other #shwrites #shwriteshobiebrown #hobie x black!reader

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stormblessed95 · 1 year

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Jikook in Yet To Come in Busan Behinds Bangtan Bomb

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I'll just solely be focusing on the jikook moments we got through this video, not every thought or thing every member did, but it's so much fun (its hard to not be a yoongi simp 24/7 on this blog lol). I love them all so much and one thing jikook is going to do is be consistent!

Starting off with maknae line Warm ups and giggles together! Wow at Jimins strength though! The EASE he does those workouts with. WOW

Being silly and goofy practicing their part in the choreo lmao

Hobi telling Jimin he needs to get to the front faster during the choreo and then Jikook laughing about how fast Jimin moved after that. Lmfao and JK just dropping all honorifics all the time. "Jiminie"

Whose butt did Jimin smack?? Lol

Next day of practice has the accidental run in and the cute little "Oh!" from JK in reply to JM.

And the final practice before they leave for Busan (day before Jimins birthday) has jikook singing Spring Day all cuddly. Jimin just resting along JKs back and as they walk around and then getting silly and finishing up Spring Day into JKs mic even though the music accidentally cut out on them. It just gives a really cute visual of them having spent the whole melodic song all cuddly and walking around swaying like that 😭🥺

Jikook doing the Rush Hour choreo to Hobi lol

3J staying later than everyone else to first help Yoongi do extra practice and also review and practice more themselves too. Always. Jikook smiling so big and loving life as they practice a little sillier too

And the cut at the end lmfao

Hobi filming a vlog to end the day and jikook just hanging out in the mirror in front him and being silly and then just.... being all close together and whispering and smiley and happy together. It's so cute

And then we are in Busan and it's Jimins birthday! Jimin asking JK to be careful when jumping over Yoongi 🥺

Jikook being all touchy while watching the robot. What were they doing back there? Lmao you can barely see JK

And boy were vmin in a mood. Lmfao so much silliness. And during the encore rehearsals, Tae going around and putting everyone's hoods up and then Jimin following him and pulling their hoodie strings tight 🤣 Jimin pulling JKs hood here

I loved seeing them all together like this again. I was missing them! Wrapping up this post with the observation that when sitting around in rehearsals (again, because it happens with so many behind bombs) Jikook sit/stand right next to each other like 80+% of the time. Lol it's super cute. The magnetism that draws them together! Plus the cute observation of how they love just being close together and touching when they sit on a couch together, even though everyone else is good with leaving breathing room between the seats and there was definitely enough room for them to seperate a smidgen. But why would they want to?!

It's the constant consistency. This is why I always say they are fine. They still share little intimacy moments. They still seek each other out constantly when not doing something else. They still seek out and are very receptive of each other's touches. They are sweet. And I loved seeing them again, even if it was from last year. Looking forward to more!

#jikook #kookmin #jikook yet to come in busan #221011 jikook #221012 jikook #221013 jikook #221014 jikook #221015 jikook #jikook in 2022 #jikook in rehearsals #jikook best friends and boyfriends

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jinkookspencil · 1 year

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370 days | jhs

it's been 370 days since you started working at your company.... and since you've been crushing on your colleague jung hoseok.

description/tw/tags: ~3.8k words / hoseok x (f) reader / one-shot / fluff / colleagues au / colleague and friends to lovers / sort of before anything actually happens between them, it's the crushing on each other phase! / includes cameos and mentions of the other members / no warnings except swearing / ahhhh this is my first time writing for hoseok so i'm so nervous! i just did this in a few days and i hope i did him justice! thank you to this anon who requested it! i have another idea for f2l hoseok too now!! / feedback is always welcome and appreciated!! 💗 / happy bday hobi!

370 days.

That’s how long you’ve been working at your company.

370 days.

That’s also how long you’ve been crushing on Jung Hoseok.

It all started on one of the most stressful days of your life, which you could also weirdly say you were grateful for on so many levels - including the embarrassing moment that made it that much worse and that much better, all at the same time. Crouching in the stairwell beside the women’s restrooms with your head in your hands and your headphones in your ears, your new job turned out to be a bigger change than you’d expected. The new responsibilities and duties you were tasked with were overwhelming to say the least. You knew your old job didn’t give you enough to do, nor did it challenge or excite you in any way. And following the challenge turned out to be… well, a challenge. You hoped your first proper lunch break would be enough for a quiet, solitary cry… Not five minutes into your little sob session, a taller, smiley boy walked in on you with his lunchbox, humming a tune and shaking his shoulders in a bit of a dance. Quick to pretend to this stranger that you were just lost, he suddenly jolts back too, admitting that he actually was lost, making a wrong turn while intending to go to the men’s restrooms. Blaming it on the music he was listening to and it's supposed irresistible vibe, he hadn't seen the sign by the door.... but he saw right through you.

“Hey… are you okay?” he asks after explaining himself. The careful step he takes makes you wish the ground would just swallow you whole. As if it could get any more overwhelming, why did a cute boy have to find you crying on your first day of work?!

“I am, thank you, sir… It’s nothing, really,” you force a smile, trying to mirror the genuine one that never left his face.

“It’s not nothing - I’m sure. And don’t call me ‘sir,’ Jesus Christ. I’m not old… and you must be new here.” To your surprise, the boy sits down on the steps, unzipping his colorful lunchbox. “Sit. Tell me, what’s up?”

“Don’t you need the restroom?” you ask, gesturing towards the door, hoping he’d leave you alone in your misery…. so you don’t know why it shocks you when he actually gets up.

“Oh, fuck, yes, I do. I do need to use the restroom and wash my hands. I can't believe I was gonna eat without doing that. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back.”

The man was a happy one, but even so, you would’ve dashed…. if there wasn’t something authoritative in his voice. Why on Earth did you feel scared to leave? He must’ve been one of your bosses or a senior at the company with a presence like that. And you embarrassed yourself by not recognizing him and by having him catch you crying in the corner of the building on your very first lunch break…. great. Looking at your hands, fingers intertwined and playing with one another in front of you - too “goody-two-shoes” and innocent-like, you looked as though you were awaiting a scolding. With a command like that, you might’ve been - you still didn’t know the man or how this company worked.

But the happy man comes back with his lunchbox and a packet of potato chips, tossing it to you while he sat back down on the concrete steps.

“Talk.”

To this day, you have no idea what you told Hoseok. All you knew was that he told you to talk, and you did - immediately, before you even knew his name or who he was. You were too scared of him, of your job, and your responsibilities that everything just came flowing out of you. But you’d never forget how he reacted. You were honest, and so was he…. brutal, in fact. He listened, then laid out everything you’d need to have and do to make it in the company, his time since getting employed there, and everything you were about to face and be rewarded with. Every fear you had was justified, and every worry was backed up. It was daunting… until he broke it down. Step by step. Word by word. Though Hoseok’s voice was stern…. the honesty, passion, and faith in his words elicited something different in you…

“So… still overwhelmed?”

“Yes,” you reply quietly.

“But a bit more ready?” he senses, squinting as he looks at you, his lips twisting upwards.

“…Yes," you nod - a genuine smile now on your face too.

Hoseok’s smile grows wider before he lets out a cheer and gives you a thumbs-up and a high five.

“I knew it. You’ll kill it.”

So it’d been 370 days.

Hoseok was still the same, but you surely weren’t.

Sure, you’d find yourself getting overwhelmed on a bad day, and on a really bad day, you found yourself in that stairwell again. But the old you would’ve ran. The confidence you’d been building up since then got you to where you were today. Work excited you now, just as much as it used to frighten you. It was a long and tough journey to get to this point, but it was worth it... and a piece of cake when you broke it down - little by little and step by step, as Hoseok had told the old you. Whereas you used to cower away from any big projects, you now look at every challenge with a “come and get me” attitude. A promotion or a raise was definitely on the horizon.... with time. It’s only been over a year since you started, but everyone was more than happy with your work - especially you.

The only area of your life that that level of confidence hadn’t crept into was your love life.

All this time and you still didn't have it in you to actually ask Hoseok out. You were sure the guy was taken - he had to be, especially considering how much everyone loves him. So you'd had a few flings over the past year - all set up by the office party boy, Jimin - but they were hookups and nothing more. You’d call them meaningless, but they did help boost your confidence too - you didn't settle and were more sure of what you wanted in a man… which is to say you were more than sure you still had the same compulsive workplace crush for over a year.

It was your third day at work when you suspected you’d already had a crush on Hoseok, attributing it to his smile and the bubbly personality he never tried to hide for fear of it being unprofessional…. but over time, you realized it was much more than that and that there was so much more to Hoseok - you knew it since that day in the stairwell. He was funny, cheery, hardworking, and cute, of course. But it was his unrelenting honesty and faith that did it. He believed in others, as he did you that day, and truly wanted others to do better - not even for the sake of their company, but for their own sake. As a team leader, you saw how he thrived and loved mentoring and dealing with his coworkers. You desperately wanted to be under him - in more ways than one - but you were just as content with the leader of your task force, Min Yoongi. Together, they were two of the three leaders, with the third, Kim Namjoon, acting as the head of the entire division. It had been clear since day one that you’d either be directly working with Namjoon or Yoongi rather than Hoseok, but he was the one to calm you down when you were officially assigned.

He should've been up at the front of the office with Yoongi and Namjoon during orientation - in his place among the team leaders. Still, he lingered beside you the entire time, even introducing himself and his work while standing amongst the new cohort of employees. Some part of you wished he'd remembered you from the stairwell and stayed so you'd see a familiar face in the crowd, but you quickly shove the thought away. Surely, he had no time for that.

“Namjoon and Yoongi…. they both look intimidating, but they’re harmless,” he reassured you when the presentations were over.

A squeaky giggle erupted behind you. Turning around, you see the goofy laugh come from a slender and incredibly handsome employee who now had his arms around Hoseok. “Hey, newbie. Just by hearing that, I knew you were new. Isn't that cute? Knew you were new. Ha. Anyways, if you should be scared of anyone…. it’s Hoseok,” he says, letting out the man's name in a whisper, contrasting the loudness of the rest of his sentence and the one that followed it. “Be grateful you aren’t in his team… I know I am.”

Hoseok dismissed the comment, saying that the handsome man - named Jin - was just one of his best friends messing around… But Jin’s words never left you. They never made sense for a while though - why should one be scared over the smileyest person in the office when Yoongi’s silence and Namjoon’s gaze shook you to your core for three months. Eventually, you suspected you understood what Jin actually meant, seeing Hoseok in action from a distance…. but even so, you don’t think you were ever scared of the man. He was just as you expected him to be - direct, honest, a pro, a perfectionist, and maybe a bit strict. When you’d begun to realize it, you’d also started seeing the softer sides to Namjoon and Yoongi - it was a stark contrast to your first impressions of the three leaders, but if you were scared of anything, it’d be disappointing yourself or any of them…. but mainly Hoseok. You had to prove yourself to the boy who blindly believed in you.... but he never failed to remind you that you needed to do it for yourself above all.

Seeing him walk around the office and do his routine motivational morning check-ins and cheers with the entire floor, even with those that would never work with him, only affirmed your feelings for him. Everyone knew Hoseok, and Hoseok knew everyone.

Had it been 150 days ago, your heart rate would’ve been concerning for the few minutes he talked to you every morning. But that was the old you. Sure, you got excited when you saw him pass by - but your excitement changed, just like you did. Now saw it as a game. Hoseok had challenged you to set goals in regard to your assignments and tasks to complement the challenges you faced - little did he know that that had crept into your interactions with him as well. The first challenge was to talk to Hoseok more and more - and the second was to ignore the flips your stomach did every time he passed by. The third was to get him to compliment you, and he surprisingly accomplished that the very same day you'd set it. It wasn't a huge challenge, you later realized, since he also compliments your deskmate...

The fourth challenge was one you shared with Hoseok himself, daring him to come up with an outfit ‘concept’ every single day - in any small way. It might’ve been somewhere around the 2-month mark when you realized Hoseok loved fashion just as much as he loved challenges. You mindlessly dared him to be creative every single day when he walked in one day with a weirdly professional Halloween-themed outfit in October - later realizing you had no idea where you got the guts to do so. Thinking he'd just forget the whole thing, which you cringed at the night before, you were surprised to see him come back with a very subtle Snoopy-inspired look the next day. He hasn’t missed a day since.

“Hey hey, guess who I am?” Hoseok immediately starts when he got to your desk, standing above you in a crisp white shirt and blue trousers - if it weren’t for the box of pink donuts he was holding, you would’ve thought this was a tame, weird outfit for Hoseok.

“Hmmm…. a sexy Donald Duck?”

“Come on."

“I’m kidding - I’d know a sexy Homer Simpson anywhere,” you say, smiling wide when he hands the box of donuts to you. “Thank you, Hoseok - you didn’t have to.”

“It completes the outfit! Plus, you can share - your deskmate will likely eat half of them anyways.”

You don’t look beside you to see if the round-faced boy gave Hoseok a glare - how could you look away from the man standing before you?

“Tell me, Y/N, how’s the new project going? Is Yoongi giving you a hard time?”

Your attempt at keeping the conversation brief was futile - your new project excited you more than anything you’d worked on in this job and the others before it, and Hoseok was the only one who'd listen... except for Yoongi, who was paid to do so. Hoseok’s shared excitement and active engagement only kept you talking, as they did practically every morning. He never interrupted once.

“Sorry, Hoseok - I went on about it but… it’s a challenge. A good one. I feel like I’m… actually using my brain as much as I can, you know?”

“I know,” he nods. “I’m so proud. This is exactly what you should be doing and you're on the right path. Keep it up. I have a meeting to get to, but I want to hear more about it. Don’t forget me, okay?”

“I could never,” you reply before Hoseok walks straight past your deskmate and the entire row of people he missed greeting while talking to you. Oops. He must've really been late. You almost feel guilty for stealing him away for a minute too long.... but who could blame you? You'd soak up every second you'd get with him. And knowing Hoseok, he’d make up for it by passing by the others during lunch or on his way out.

“You’re brave,” whispered Jungkook, your deskmate and co-worker who joined the company alongside you 370 days ago. With time, he also grew to become one of your closest friends - and the only other person in the office who knew about your crush.

“Just because I greeted Hoseok?” you reply to the boy sitting beside you, resisting the urge to turn around and watch the man walk around the open floor plan with his fresh cup of coffee.

“Yeah…. you wouldn't stop talking, you know?” he scratches his head. “Does love make you brave? I would expect it’d make one nervous. Well, that’s how normal people would react, anyway. With all your bravery and confidence - this weird thing with Hoseok and that proposal you nailed last week - you might as well just grab the guy and push him up against the wall and tell him you love him.”

You roll your eyes at your favorite colleague, but he goes on.

“He’s clueless, you know. And I don’t know why you’re so sure the guy is taken… I’d find out for you, but Hoseok’s so… intimidating. I just can’t talk to him, even when he passes by and tries to motivate me - our conversations barely last half a minute. Jimin-hyung, he tells me how strict he is, and I’m just glad I’m under Namjoon. Namjoon motivates me. Namjoon’s so…”

“You don’t need to get into it, Jungkook, we know,” you stop him. “And just because you get nervous around your crush doesn’t mean I do.” How’d you get paired up with the teacher’s pet? When you first met Jungkook during orientation, you never suspected the big, muscled jock to be a fanboy of your leader, but apparently, he was. You have to admit, it made him cuter seeing his eyes grow wider whenever he got to work with Namjoon directly on specific projects. It was crazy how much he loved his job.

“But see, with Namjoon, it’s like a platonic work crush, and I’m still so… in awe and nervous when I talk to him,” Jungkook continues, staring at his team leader on the other side of the open floor offices. “Taehyung is the only one that gets me. Namjoon's sexy, smart…. I wanna be like him.”

“Jungkook-ah,” you laugh. “If you talk about Namjoon one more time, I’ll make you go stand in the corner for five minutes as punishment.”

“And how will you do that?”

“I’ll take away your banana milk.”

“That’s punishment enough,” the boy laughs, not even trying to be sneaky as he steals two donuts from Hoseok's box before turning back to his computer screen with his bunny-toothed smile and wide eyes.

Staring back at your screen too, you see an instant message appear from none other than Hoseok. A picture of Yoongi photoshopped onto the body of a cat with the words “have a great meowrning, everyone!”

You can’t help but smile at the photo, but can't help being confused when you turn to Jungkook to see a blank stare on his face…. Odd, considering how much he loved to tease Yoongi for being catlike - despite Yoongi being his superior and not even his team leader… you were in awe of how much Yoongi let him get away with.

Looking over at Taehyung and Jin, two desks away, they didn't react either. Very odd. You had overheard Jin having a discussion with Hoseok comparing Yoongi's hands to a cat's paws, not less than 48 hours ago.

Brushing it off, you get back to work.

“Jungkook-ah… do you know any cute girls?”

“Jin-hyung…. don’t tell me,” Jungkook responds softly, standing behind you in your shared corner of the office floor - punishment for distracting you by gushing about Namjoon for five minutes straight. When Jin had seen Jungkook just standing around - seemingly doing nothing but pouting - the older goofball ran up to check on him. You weren’t too surprised that the conversation shifted to the topic of girls, having overheard countless exchanges between the boys that worked in your office and hearing them discuss girls and romantic flings way more than you’d like, but considering Jin's character and the fact that you had met Jin’s long-term girlfriend, you were definitely taken aback by his question.

“Oh, no. Not for me,” Jin chuckles heartily. “Bro, I’m thinking of proposing.”

The noise you hear afterward is undoubtedly a shove.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” he whines. “Sorry to scare you. Anyways, do you know any cute girls?”

“Well, besides my girlfriend, no, I don’t. And sorry, but she’s unavailable. Ask Jimin he’s… connected. He set me up with her. But why are you asking me, hyung?”

“For Hoseok.”

Those two words were enough to make your entire world freeze. You couldn’t even scroll the page on your computer if you tried your hardest to. If the screen started malfunctioning, you wouldn’t notice. The words you had written on your screen - some of your proudest work - looked like they were written in another language. Nothing made sense… you almost didn’t realize that Jin had already continued talking.

“…. so it’s been a while. About… wow, maybe it’s been over a year since he had someone? And this is the first time he mentioned wanting to get into a relationship, he said he feels like he has to start dating again. And you know him, he’s picky as fuck. I talked to him about several of my girlfriend's friends, and he passed on them all. Maybe he likes someone. Or, knowing Hoseok, maybe he’s waiting for someone to make a move. He’s sitting in the break room now, moping about whether he should download dating apps and… Hey, Jungkook-ah, why do you look so happy?"

"I think I know someone..."

You find some feeling in your body, just enough to turn around and face the boys standing behind you. Only able to glance at Jungkook quickly, you see the look of shock and excitement on his face and wonder if yours conveyed the same emotions or the nerves bubbling up in your stomach.

“He’s single?” you ask Jin. All you needed was one final confirmation.

The older man simply nods, he didn’t even care that you’d been listening in on their conversation - he was used to it. If you didn’t overhear something, Jungkook and Jimin would let you know of anything you missed anyways.

“Hoseok? Yeah. He has been for over a year now. Hey, do you know any -”

You were up and out of your chair in a matter of seconds without a single thought in this world. The usual 2-minute walk to the break room felt like it took three seconds as you crossed the vast office floor and down a flight of stairs to the break room.

Sure enough, sitting slouched over a table and his same colorful lunchbox, distressed and confused in contrast, was Jung Hoseok.

You weren’t about to waste another second - not even to take a deep breath, before swinging the glass door open.

“Jung Hoseok. You. Me. Dinner. Tonight. 9 pm. That Chinese restaurant you keep talking about.”

Knowing Hoseok, you had to make your intentions clear.

“A date. You and me.”

The look on Hoseok’s face was one you’d never seen before. He was…stunned, taking way too long to answer. Realizing you’d never seen that look on his face before, you think maybe he really was as strict as the boys made him out to be… Maybe he was rethinking your entire friendship - which you just realized you could lose. Maybe you could lose something else. Because maybe you just committed a workplace violation. Maybe you just instigated a romantic affiliation with your colleague - not only that, your superior - in a work environment that definitely wouldn’t have allowed it. Maybe you were about to be reprimanded or worse, fired.

The chuckle you hear interrupts your brief moment of panic. Looking around, you see a third person in the room, Namjoon, at the very back, making himself a cup of tea with a wide smile on his face. Maybe it wouldn’t be a violation… if the boss was this happy. The immediate nod he gave you was enough to shove your worries away and finally look back at Hoseok… who was, unbelievable to you, blushing and trying to hold back a smile. Maybe he did need someone to ask him out, as Jungkook and Jin kept saying.

“I… yes. yes, Y/N. See you there.”

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the-kr8tor · 7 months

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okay so hear me out for fluffy friday: guitar lessons with hobie?

(also love reading your work! 💖)

Thank you for requesting ❤️ ly 😘 sorry this was so short, I don't know how to play the guitar 😔

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF.

EDIT: I THOUGHT IT WAS FRIDAY 😔 Let's pretend it is 🫣

It's Fluffy Friday!

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You sit on his ruffled bed, sheets messy on top of the mattress, pillows thrown haphazardly near the headboard to give you two some room.

Hobie's arm wrapped over your shoulder, legs around your form, his other hand right on the chords, teaching you the basics. You lean on his chest fully, distracted by how his slim fingers caress the neck of his guitar.

"There, you got 'em?" He finishes showing you the various chords. "Love?" Hobie shakes you using his shoulder, you giggle, bobbing up and down.

"Mm-hmm, I'm listening" Moving your head up to reach his jaw, you leave a chaste kiss over the soft skin. "But just in case, can you repeat that?"

"Which part?" He knows you're distracted, noticing how your eyes ogle his hands.

"The um– start?" You look at him apologetically, you clearly just want to listen to him explain, and just watch as he expertly moves his hands to strum the strings.

You expect Hobie to get annoyed or click his tongue in frustration, instead he hugs you tighter with one arm around your abdomen, chin resting on your shoulder.

"Maybe we should try again next time, yeah?" He places his guitar on the bed. "When you're not too…" he tries to find the word without offending you, "tired"

"I'm not tired" you roll your eyes, making air quotations around the last word. "I just really like listening to you when you talk about something you like"

Hobie raises a quirked brow.

"Yeah, okay your hands are very distracting" you snuggle closer to his chest.

"Knew it" he rubs his chin on your shoulder blade teasingly. You laugh, ticklish.

"Okay, let's try again. I'll listen this time, I won't get distracted" grabbing the guitar by its neck, you place it back on your lap. "Please?" You bat your lashes for added effect.

Hobie sighs but the giddy smile on his lips betrays his true emotions. "Only because you asked so nicely" he places a lengthy (not long enough for you though) kiss on your temple, making a loud smacking sound from his lips when he pulls away. The entire thing leaves you all smiley and giggling.

"Watch closely, yeah?" Hobie starts his explanation again.

"Mm-hmm" you hum, eyes fixated on his hand.

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Thawing the ice

Platonic yandere miles x reader

Miles was scared of you.

He felt silly admitting that, but he was scared of you.

But in all fairness, you were scary. You constantly held a fierce glare towards anyone who approached you, and for a someone with no powers you were surprisingly strong when it came to shoving people or fighting people to stay away from you. He learnt that the hard day the first day you met when he was ordered to catch you.

So imagine his shock when he finds you, the person who intimidates him the most only coming second to Miguel, sitting on the kitchen counter in an oversized pink shirt, that he recognised as Gwens, eating a smiley face pancake in the spiderverse kitchen in the communal home.

He just stared at you from the entrance as he watched this scary figure commit such a wholesome act. He even saw a small smile playing on your lips as you finished your pancake, that was until Miles shoes squeaked on the floor and you head shot upwards.

Your lips retook their usual frown as your eyes narrowed into the usual glare that felt more terrifying as it was now aimed directly at him. You hopped down from the kitchen counter and hid your plate behind you but miles had already seen enough.

“Heyy you…. I… um…” miles muttered out as he felt sweat dripping from his forehead “didn’t know you….. came around here?…”

Your glare intensified as miles scratched the back of his head nervously while urging himself to try and walk away

“I promise I tell anyone I saw this” miles rushed out as his hands put themselves up in mock surrender “I’ll leave and pretend this never happened”

Miles backed away slowly like you were a wild animal that could attack at any moment. He wanted to back out of the room but was interrupted as his stomach rumbled embarrassingly loud.

He was quick to cover his stomach with his arms and jump at the sound as if it didn’t come from him. You eyed him curiously before letting out a sigh

“Sit down” you said while motioning to the chair next to the kitchen table.

“Oh I’m fine.. you really don’t have to-” he tried to speak but you cut him off

“I said sit down” you commanded with a glare

“Yes ma’am” miles said nervously as he rushed to pull the chair out and sat down

There’s an awkward silence afterwards as you take the remaining pancake batter and you put it into the pan. It sizzles loudly but the awkward tension seems to be the only thing miles could hear.

“Sooo…” miles started as he watched you make the pancake “how are you enjoying your stay in the spiderverse?”

“How would you like a stay where your trapped and the only way you can see your loved ones is by watching them through a camera?” You scoff out and miles winces, he knows your anger isn’t directed at him but it still felt strangely like a scolding

“Not great?” He replies nervously but it comes out as more of a question

“Yep” you say with a sigh as you flip the pancake “not great”

The silence returns as you work on the pancake. You glance between your moving hands and miles who just stares at the wall to the side of him, inwardly scolding himself for his stupid question.

“I heard you went a mission with Hobie” you say, breaking the awkward silence “how did it go?”

“Oh it went good” miles replied as some relief enters his tone that you were talking to him “hobies super helpful, he even taught me a new swinging technique”

“Glad to know he’s helpful to other people” you say sarcastically as you pull out a plate and delicately transport the pancake onto it.

“Haha yeah” miles laughs nervously as he stretches the back of his head “how did you know about the mission?”

“Hobie told me” you scoff out slightly at the memory “he comes to me after every mission to annoy me with the details”

Miles just nods as he digests the information. Hobie hangs out with you? It would make sense since Hobie is super cool and your terrifying so that makes you slightly cool. You didn’t seem to enjoy his company though…

You placed the plate in front of miles as you sit in the chair opposite him. Miles looks down to find a smiley face made with chocolate chips on his pancakes. He goes to question you but he sees you look away and he can see the tiniest bit of blush on your cheeks, best to leave it for now

Miles tucks in as his stomach growls in hunger. He barely comes up for air as he cuts the pancake up and shoves it into his mouth. You look at his chocolate chip and pancake covered face with slight disgust.

“Damn boy, doesn’t your mama feed you?” You question in bewilderment, miles goes to answer but you snap at him before he can “swallow before you answer, Jesus”

Miles nods in embarrassment as he chokes down his food and wipes his face with a napkin before turning to you again

“She does” he says defensively before going nervous again “it’s just Miguel’s got me on so many missions that I don’t really have time to eat”

“Well that’s fucking stupid” you remark with a scoff

“I know, I try to eat but sometimes-“ miles tries to explain but you cut him off again

“No not you” you dismiss with a wave of your hand “Miguel, he shouldn’t be pushing you to go on so many missions. Your a kid and you need time to eat and have a break”

“Yeah I guess” miles mumbles out before forcing a chuckles “he’s the boss though, right?”

“I’ll talk to him” you state as you take the empty plate from miles and you place it in the sink before handing him a glass of water

“He really doesn’t like people telling him what to do” miles says hurriedly in an attempt to dissuade you

“He already hates me” you state with an eye roll as you begin to clean the plates you used “me yelling some sense into him won’t change anything”

Miles felt warmth blossom in his chest that he recognised as admiration and gratitude. Not even his closest friends would stand up to Miguel for him, well excluding Hobie but that was more to piss Miguel off than to defend miles, but you would.

He looks at you as he realises how much he misjudged you. You weren’t terrifying or mean, you were secretly nice. You were just someone who was angry at their situation.

“Thanks” miles says as he shoots you a grin as he feels that your icy walls have began to thaw, only slightly but it was happening “that would be really nice of you”

“No problem” you sigh out as you dry your hand with a tea towel, you walk to him slightly and you awkwardly pat his shoulder in what was meant to be a reassuring gesture but the grimace on your face was the opposite of reassuring “your a good kid”

Miles was only a few years younger than you and usually he would feel offence at the title, but when you said it a small bit of joy sparked in his chest.

“Thank you for the pancakes” miles says gratefully as he shoots you a grin

“No problem” you say with your back turned to him

Miles said goodbye and went to leave but was stopped by your voice calling to him

“Oh and miles?” You called out and miles stopped an turned to you

“Yes” he says back as he gives you his full attention again

“Tell anyone about this and Miguel will be the least of your problems” you threaten as you turn your head to glare at him from over your shoulder

“Yes ma’am” miles gulped as he practically ran out the room “never happened”

Okay, maybe you were still terrifying. But now miles knows that your cool enough to be terrifying for it to not matter anymore.

Miles walked out of that kitchen with the growing feeling of adoration blooming in his chest. He couldn’t wait to hang out with you again!

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feelings | 26

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It was finally the day. The day before winter break starts. Or the day it starts?

It’s your calculus exam day and basically, when you finish, break will officially start then.

You have been prepping all week for this with Jimin. He has been doing all that he can to make sure you do well with this exam. At first he gave you some practice problems to work with, but he thought it was too easy. He ended up being with you every. single. day. reviewing and working on new things.

“It’s better to know more than not enough, you know?” He would tell you.

Needless to say, you’re very thankful for him. You were more than ready to take your final.

And you weren’t surprised when you turned over the exam paper like everyone else was in class.

As you were finishing up the last question, you felt relieved. It wasn’t as bad as you thought, and it may just be because Jimin prepared you so well for it. But of course, you do have a little, teeny, bit of doubt sitting at the bottom of your chest.

Usually, whenever you’re overly confident about something, it ends up being the exact opposite of what you hoped for. So you were just not going to expect too much.

You know.

Just in case.

You were the first one to stand up to turn in your exam. Your professor looked up at you and smiled as you got closer.

She thanked you for turning in your paper and wished you a great winter break. You bow to her before leaving the room.

Right when you open the door out into the hallway, you’re greeted with not one, but five smiley boys.

You quickly bring up your pointer finger to your lips, shushing them before they can let a single peep out.

“You’re done! I’m so proud of you!” Jungkook whispers, raising his arms to give you a hug. You giggle, about to run into his arms when Jimin pushed him towards the wall to hug you instead.

“How did you think you did? Was it okay? It wasn’t too bad, right?” He says, bringing his head back to look at you. Jungkook clicks his tongue, pushing the shorter one to the opposite side of where he was pushed from.

“Stop hogging my girlfriend,” Jungkook says, pulling you by the arm, making you land into his chest. “I’m sure she got the highest grade in class,” Jungkook says to the boys. “It’s my Yn after all.” He places a kiss on your forehead, then a couple on your cheek, making you giggle.

“Uh, guys,” Taehyung and Hobi said. Jin brings his hand to his lips.

“What,” you say, turning your head to the boys.

“Let’s go,” Hobi says, pushing you two aside. “Your professor is glaring at us through the little window.” The six of you then scattered down the hallway, feeling like you were in high school again.

You sat in between your boyfriend and Gaeun at Pied Piper. Everyone of your friends were here, and a few new ones as well. You looked around you, Jin sat across from Gaeun, right in between Yoongi and his best friend Namjoon. Taehyung sat between Gaeun and Hobi with Jimin right across from the two, sitting next to Yoongi. Oh and Hyejin was there too, unfortunately, she was working. She frowns everytime one of the boys calls her over for a refill.

It’s been a really long time since you sat down and ate in a big friend group like this. Of course, the last time being in high school.

You had more faith in this group though.

You look around at everyone, laughing and talking to one another. Gaeun is finally talking to Taehyung. Jimin glares at the both of them from across. Meanwhile, Yoongi was following Hyejin around with his eyes.

His face turns red when he catches you staring at him.

“Hey,” you whisper to Jungkook, nudging his arm. Yoongi was now avoiding your eyes.

“Hm?” Jungkook says, he lifts up a spoon full of fried rice and shoves it into your mouth.

“Mm! Oh my gosh,” you say, putting your hand in front of your mouth.

“It’s good, no?” He says, taking in a spoonful as well. You shake your head.

“That was not the reason I was nudging you.”

“What then?” He asks, turning to you.

You nod your head over to Yoongi. “I think he likes Hyejin,” you whisper to him. “But don’t tell him I said that.” Jungkook looks over at Yoongi, and then Hyejin, and then back to Yoongi. He nods.

“Yeah, I see it.” He says.

You look over at Gaeun and Taehyung now.

“And I think these two are going to hit it off also,” you whisper. Jungkook laughs at you.

“Why are you suddenly observing everyone’s potential love life,” he says.

“Hey they all involved themselves in our relationship,” you rebutted. “It’s fine.”

“Do you have anything you’d like to share with the class,” Hobi says, leaning back to look at you. You laugh, shaking your head.

“Okay, so let's talk about our trip,” Jimin says. “We’re all done with finals, let’s all just go home and pack now.” Jimin turns around and calls Hyejin over. She rolls her eyes as she walks to the table.

“Don’t invite her, I don’t need her attitude with us on vacation,” Jin says, taking a sip of his drink.

“What do you guys want now,” Hyejin says, standing before the group. Jin motions to her.

“See.”

“Stop being mean to her,” you say. The boys have been calling her over for, not only refills, but teasing her and saying nevermind every time she gets to the table.

“We just want to know if you really won’t be able to come with us on our road trip,” Jimin says.

“You guys are going to be camping the whole week though right?” Hyejin says, you all nod. “Okay, yeah I won’t be able to. My friends and I are going to Jeju in a few days.” You pout.

“What about you?” Taehyung says, turning to Gaeun. Her eyes grow big.

“Me?” She says. Taehyung nods and she laughs sheepishly. “I don’t know guys, it’s a bit last minute.”

“I told you about it a while ago,” you tell her.

“Okay, yeah, but I didn’t know I was invited.”

“Well you are. Just come with us,” Taehyung says. “Please.”

“It’s going to be fun,” Hobi says. “And Yn will be there to keep you company.”

“Well we’ll all keep you company,” Jin butts in. “But if you’re really not comfortable joining us, that’s okay.”

“Yeah, no pressure,” you tell her. “We wouldn’t want to push you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”

“Thank you,” Gaeun says. “But yeah, maybe next time? I can maybe plan something for all of us to do too when you guys are back. So all of us can be there.” She says turning to Hyejin.

“I’d like that,” Hyejin says, nodding and smiling at her.

Taehyung pouts, turning to his food.

“Ignore Taehyung,” Jimin says. “He’ll get over it.”

“But you guys will be able to go, right?” Jungkook speaks up, looking at Namjoon and Yoongi. Namjoon nods.

“We’ll be there,” he says. “Thanks again for inviting me.”

“Of course, we’re all friends here,” Jin says. “Expect to be invited to everything.”

“So are we leaving today?” Yoongi asks, looking around. “Because I haven’t packed anything.”

“Yeah I haven’t either,” Hobi laughs. “But yeah, after this, we can all go our separate ways and pack for the trip. Then we can meet at Jin hyungs?”

Jin nods, taking his phone out. “I’ll send my address in the group chat.”

“Oh yeah,” Taehyung says, turning to Hyejin. “Can we have the check?” He asks her. She fakes a smile at him, rolling her eyes again as she walks to get their check.

“This was all so good,” Jimin says, leaning back and looking at all of the empty plates. “Thanks hyung,” he says, turning to Jin. Everyone thanks Jin as well and Jin nods, taking his wallet out.

“Don’t expect this to happen all the time.”

After Pied Piper, you all separated ways so you can pack your things and get ready for your little trip.

You sigh, looking at your closet, not knowing what to pack. It’ll be really cold right? What if it rains? Should you bring your laptop so you can watch movies when you’re bored? Wait, there won’t be any wifi… Maybe a few books would be good. You groan, throwing yourself onto your bed. You’ve actually never been camping before.

“Wait, should I have bought a tent?” you say out loud to yourself, sitting up on your elbows. Suddenly, your phone starts to ring. You reach for it, stretching your arm as far as you can to get it.

It’s Jungkook calling to facetime you.

“Hey,” you say, setting your phone up against your pillow.

“Why do you look so sad,” Jungkook says. He’s walking around his dorm, picking things up off of the floor and throwing it onto his bed.

“I’m not, I just don’t know what to bring. I’ve been so busy preparing for my final, I forgot to buy things,” you say.

“Just pack some comfy clothes. Hoodies, coats, sweatshirts, pajamas, socks. Double the amount of underwear, because you never know,” he says.

You nod, getting up and grabbing the stuff he mentioned. You throw an empty backpack on your bed, filling it up with clothes.

“What stuff did you forget to buy?” He asks you, propping up his phone on his desk.

“A whole tent,” you pout, he laughs at you. “What? I did. I don’t even have a sleeping bag. I’m just going to sleep outside in the cold…”

“I bought us sleeping bags,” he says.

“You did? When?”

“When you were locked up in your dorm studying with Jimin. I knew you didn’t have time to go shopping so I just bought everything we needed,” he says. He walks off and grabs the two sleeping bags, showing them to you.

“Thank you,” you said. “But the tent–”

“I got one too. You can stay with me, it’s big enough,” he says. You felt your face heating up and you put your hands on your cheeks to hide it. He notices and laughs. “What? You act like we haven’t had a sleepover before. We actually have even slept in the same tent together, it’s not going to be the first time.”

“I know but we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now,” you say, then you tilt your head. “Wait, when did we have a sleepover in a tent?”

“High school, first day of summer. We slept in a tent in your backyard.”

“Oh yeah,” you said. “I remember waking up and you were staring straight at me. And so I screamed and slapped your face.” He gave you a tight lipped smile.

“Yep.”

“I won’t wake up like that anymore I promise,” you say, holding your pinky up.

“Yeah, I’m expecting a kiss first thing,” he says, bringing his pinky up as well.

“Deal.”

After meeting up at Jin’s, you and the boys squished into Jin’s van. Jimin, Taehyung, and Hobi sat in the back. In that order. Then it was Jungkook, you, and Namjoon. And lastly, Yoongi was in the passenger’s seat while Jin drove. The trunk was full to the brim of everyone’s belongings.

“I guess it’s a good thing there’s only eight of us in here,” Jungkook says, looking around at everyone. The car seated eight perfectly. “We might’ve had to tie up Gaeun and Hyejin onto the roof if they were able to come.” Jin laughs at this.

“Maybe not Gaeun, she’s too nice. I wouldn’t do that to her,” Jin says.

“Where did you get this car anyways hyung,” Jimin says. It was his first time seeing it.

“It’s my dad’s, he lent me it.” Jin answers. “Anyways, we’re only five minutes in, no one has forgotten anything right?” All the boys shake their heads. You sat and thought to yourself, turning to your boyfriend who was sitting next to you.

“You brought your tent right?” you asked him. Jin looks up at you and Jungkook from the rearview mirror.

“Are you two sharing the same tent?” Taehyung says from behind you. He has a big smile on his face. Hobi was looking at you two with the same smile as well. You can feel your face turn red.

“Not going to happen,” Jin says, catching everyone’s attention. “I brought an extra tent just in case. You can take that one.”

“Oh, but—” Jungkook starts.

“No buts,” Jin says. “As the oldest here, I feel that it’s my responsibility to make sure no funny business happens on this trip,” he says, making Jimin and Taehyung giggle.

“As the second oldest, I agree,” Yoongi says.

“Everyone knows what happens when a young couple shares one–” Namjoon butts in before you start shaking your head.

“Okay okay I get it,” you blurt out. “I’ll stay in a different tent, please don’t say anything weird about it anymore.” The boys in the backseat start to giggle.

“I didn’t even finish–” Namjoon says before you interrupt again.

“But I know what you were going to say and I would rather not let you finish.”

“Just be tent neighbors, you’ll survive,” Hobi says.

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๑ part twenty-six: tent neighbors ๑

pairings: jungkook x reader

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