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dailyunstableeve · 7 months

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Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

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TW: Angst, mention of mental illnesses, self-harms, self sabotaging, feeling hopeless, Eating disorder, some ptsd mention, blood, sharp object, some swearings, a few use of Y/N because I love how Hobie addressed name to mean he cares about you, huge amount of self destruct

A/n: I tried to write this based on my experience of my mental health, I always fight it through the episodes myself so I thought why not stay delulu and write one that would make me feel I'm strong when I needed comfort, with fictional characters. This is for comfort purposes ❤️

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It's another messy night for you, you trapped yourself in your dark messy room. Clothes are all over the floor, your books shatter around your bookshelves, your make-up table is filled with many different sizes of bottles, you can't tell which one is make-up and which one is your meds. You're all curled up in your bed, tears rolling down your face with a blade that you've hid very well that no one found it, in your hand. No one has ever found the blade, you hid it in a place that no one would look at, the small space in your bed frame, not even Hobie.

Today is a fucked up day, you were bullied in school, you have many friends but none really stood up for you because they are also friends with the bullies. The bullies were your friends too, they used to be so kind and caring until a bitch joined and made everyone turn against you because you're an easy target.

You've returned home, finding out your parents are out for holidays, they can't bring you along because you have school.

You tried to dial Hobie first but he isn't picking up, and here you are, on your bed, crying with the blade in your hand. The more you cry, the more disappointed you are to yourself so you slided the blade on your arm, the more you're mad at yourself the more you cut. Your bed sheet is also a mess now, a whole puddle of blood stained on the bed. If anyone walked in and you weren't holding the blade, they might just think your period stained it.

Your arm starts to have the chills of burning, it hurts but it feels good at the same time, as if the pain in your heart is transferred to your arms, it eases the pain.

An hour passes, you stop crying but you start to feel light-headed, your vision is turning more blurry as it should be. You forgot that you haven't eaten a meal at all for the past 15 hours ever since you woke up, all you did was drink water, hoping that just by drinking it will stop the growling but it only makes you more hungry but you don't care. Together with your blood continuing to drip out from your wound arm, you might just die of blood loss.

"Oi, what the fuck you're doing?" Hearing the tone of speaking, you know it's Hobie but you already lost the strength to do anything at the moment.

"Answer me!" The first thing Hobie did was to take the blade away from you, he cupped his hand on your face, trying to take a better look at you, you look so drained.

Hobie tried to carry you but then his hand ran through your wet bed sheet that's stained with blood.

"You can't be serious," he grabbed your arm, you tried to pull back but what strength do you still have? "Why did you do this?" He called your name, demanding an answer from you while he tried to press on the wound to stop the bleeding.

"Goddammit Y/N," Hobie's voice cracked a little. He's close to just bursting into tears because it breaks his heart to see you like this.

A lifeless purpose body.

It's also the first time you've seen Hobie like this. You didn't mean to hurt him, didn't mean for him to see you like this. You thought Hobie won't appear because he didn't answer your calls so you sabotage yourself.

"I'm sorry," you were finally able to have the words fall out your mouth, the moment you did, you started to cry, tears rolling down your cheeks again.

Let's say it's the love you have for Hobie, that you don't want to see him getting worried and sad about you so you decided to speak again, and try to make him not to worry about it even though you know he will end up worrying.

"Shh, it's alright luv, I'm here now," Hobie quickly hugged you, caressingly your hair to calm you down.

Now that there's someone you truly love is here with you, you feel safe, that you just let out all of your tears. You gripped on his jacket so hard as your tears wetted his shirt and Hobie didn't even complain about it.

"I got you luv, you're safe now," Hobie whispered.

After you've stopped crying, Hobie carried you to the bathroom and washed up your cuts and gave you his freshly washed clothes. At first he was just planning to have a normal sleepover because he knows your parents won't be home for a few days, maybe two weeks, so he wanted to make sure you're alright and he also promised your parents to look after you. Forgot to mention Hobie is the favorite child in this household after you.

"Feeling better?" Hobie passed you a glass of cold water, since you love any drink that's cold.

You took the drink from Hobie and slowly nodded while you looked at your bandaged arms, how long would it take for it to color red again?

"Y/N" Hobie squaded down in front of you, turning your attention to him fully instead of your arm, "I love you, you got it?"

You nodded, you never questioned Hobie's love for you.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" Hobie held your hand, kissing on it.

"It's them, they turned everyone on me, no one talks to me at all, everywhere I got was nothing but judgy eyes," you cried.

You would scream at yourself to stop being a crybaby but the person you love and feel safe around is in front of you, you wouldn't want to hold in your true feelings.

"Want me to pick you tomorrow?" Hobie looked at you, with the eyes that just demanded you to say yes because you can't deny him and you know it would be great for you.

"Sure, but what if the teachers saw you?" You softly chuckled because whenever Hobie shows up at your school to pick you up, there will be some teachers chasing Hobie away from the school and he would have to wait for you at other places.

"Don't worry about it, because you're going to show them off that you have a cool boyfriend and I would show them my grumpy face so they will back off from you," Hobie starts to make funny faces and you laugh along with it, "a smile suit you more, luv."

"Thank you, Hobie."

With Hobie around, he surely made you feel that you belong.

Hobie definitely cleans up your room and changes your bed sheet while he pushes you to take a shower, he makes sure that you feel refreshed and happy the moment you step out from your shower.

Just like he promised, he did show up at your school's gate, this time he didn't get chased away by the teachers, instead the teachers just stood a few feets from him, eyeing on him but Hobie just doesn't care. Hobie waved his hand up high the moment he saw you, he would respect you if you weren't used to show affection in public so the first thing Hobie does is take your heavy bag from you and held your hand because he craves your touch (cuz his love language is physical touch)

When he saw your bullies, he would just give them a smug smile with a threading look, which scares your bullies.

"Thank you, Hobie."

"Anything for my cute luv," with a kiss on your face.

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A/n: stay delulu everyone ❤️ I'm just gonna say again, this is written based on my experience and of course I went through all of it myself with my maladaptive daydreaming except for me the bullying only stop when the truth of the bullies are out then I was out from the schools bullies list. To everyone who's also struggling with bullies, stay safe, find someone who you know will help you no matter what happened, even some adult doesn't care about it, but some still do, it's alright to ask for help ❤️ I may be not the best help you can get but I hope you find some comfort from this and take a good care of yourself, you deserve the world, not the world deserve you ❤️

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quartzalynlove · 11 months

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Spidey Sense

Pairing: hobie brown x Fem! Reader

Summary: hobie shows up at your place

A/n: I don't think this is my best but I need this man biblically.

Was this finals week or your final week? You couldn't remember the last time you didn't have fun on a weekend. All you did once school let out on Friday was work through review packets given by your teachers. Currently, you were halfway through the chemistry papers.

It was Sunday afternoon and there was still plenty of work to do. Time for a break was yet to be seen on the horizon. Your brain was on autopilot as your hand absently scribbled across the paper and words slightly blurred as they reached your eyes. A band of tension was tight around your head; you knew a break was probably in order, but you couldn't take one. Not yet.

The chemistry packet was finally finished, and the history one began. By this point your eyelids were heavy while your brain struggled to stay on task. With a sigh, you hunched over your desk and inspected the first question harder, as if that would make it easier to work.

After a while, you finally got the first question. But before you could start the next one, you saw the bright sunlight shining in your room become partially blocked from your peripheral vision. You brushed it off, assuming it was only a plane or something until knuckles rapped against your window. With your attention caught, you whipped your head around to see Spider-Man holding a brown paper bag while crouched on the fire escape.

Confused, you finally left your chair to open your window, but not giving Hobie access inside.

Hobie looked at both of your hands pressed against the sides of your window then back at you.

"You gon' let me in, babe?"

With your lips pressed together, you shook your head. "Come back in like an hour thirty, Hobie."

The eyes of Hobie's mask squinted as he look around in feigned thought.

"But like what if I come in now?"

"I'm almost done with my work," you sighed. "We can do whatever after that."

"You still workin' on that?" He asked, tilting his head.

Another sigh left you as you brought a hand to your forehead, attempting to ease your growing headache.

"Yeah." You answered quietly.

Hobie didn't just swing by because he felt like it, even if he was missing hanging out with you all weekend. Ever since Friday, he had an odd feeling crawling over his skin that he couldn't shake. At first, he suspected it had something to do with President Osborne and his regime, but after some investigation Hobie found the dictator was still hiding after their last battle. It wasn't until he made his rounds through the city, and stopped a mugging close to your apartment, that Hobie realized. The crawling vibrated right through him, and it was all coming from you.

"Got a headache?" Hobie asked.

You kept your eyes squeezed shut. "Yeah."

"That the same shirt you took from my place Friday?" He looked at you in the distressed, blue sleeveless t-shirt that he knew was his.

"Maybe." You fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

"You eat anything since lunch yesterday?"

You fell silent for a moment as you looked at Hobie; you could see his dumb smile under his mask.

"Thought so."

Coming through the opening you made when your hand left the window, Hobie held the bag he had in front of you. You took it as he entered further into your room and removed his mask. Inside was your regular order from the local deli and a bottle of water. Hobie smirked as he heard the bag crinkle when you plunged your hand inside. He was at your desk looking over the absurd amount of work that you had been doing.

"History and trig? Baby, I could do this." Hobie offered, turning to you.

Shaking your head, you tried to get down the giant bite of sandwich you took. "No, I need to do those to pass my finals."

Hobie didn't listen, taking your pencil and scrawling through a few questions on the packets.

"The education system is just twelve years of teaching children how to conform to society and not question authority." He shrugged.

You laughed slightly at Hobie as you made your way next to him. As you leaned against Hobie, you took your pencil out of his hand and looked up at him.

"Yeah, but, I still wanna go to college."

Hobie hummed, nodding his head, "Hm...and I want that too because you want it," he brought his index finger to his chin as he took a brief thought. "Take a break, then."

With the smile on his face, you knew Hobie's idea of a break for you was cuddling and ignoring both of your responsibilities. While it didn't sound like a terrible idea, your first final was tomorrow. You could take a break when the work was finished.

You linked your arm around Hobie's. "Baby, thank you for the sandwich, but I swear, I'm almost done then we can do whatever you want."

With furrowed brows, Hobie brought his free hand over his chest. "This ain't 'bout me, babe, I said you need a break."

Before you could attempt to shoo him off again, Hobie made his argument for why he should stay.

"Ever since Friday, I've had the most bonkers feeling that I just couldn't figure out. But I was swingin' round here earlier when it hit me. You aren't taking proper care of yourself."

You looked up at Hobie with a puzzled look as a small laugh left your throat. "So you got spidey sense about me?"

Hobie shrugged. "Guess so."

"I didn't think it worked like that." You smirked.

"I ain't got Scooby-Doo."

You let go of Hobie and looked up into his eyes. "Well, if the spidey sense says I need a break, I guess these last two packets can wait."

As you took another bit of your sandwich, Hobie kissed your forehead.

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forggywrites · 10 months

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Hobie x gn reader having a depressive episode

(I may or may not be having a depressive episode so I just wanna do something to get my mind off of it)

Also it’s hard to write when I’m like this so it’s short.

Requests are open!

When he got home from the usual spider stuff and walked into the living room he knew something was up when your normal greeting wasn’t as energetic as usual.

When he saw you sprawled out on the couch with a tired look on your face he knew something was definitely wrong.

“Hey luv, what’s goin on? You upset or is it just one a those days?”

All you did was shrug.

“Is it anotha episode?”

You nodded with a small noise of confirmation.

First off he’ll make sure to feed you, he’ll make or get whatever you ask for. If you have a hard time deciding on what to eat he’ll grab a small snack and some water and then help you decide.

After you’re fed, he’ll help you clean up. If you don’t have the motivation to shower he’ll help you. Either he’ll motivate you to bathe or bathe you himself.

After you’re fed and cleaned he’ll take you on a walk or drive, just to make sure you can get some fresh air and sunlight.

If you wanna do something he’ll take you to a store, buy steal you a stuffie or other comfort item along with snacks.

After a nice outing he’ll take you home, get you comfortable in bed, and hang out with you until you fall asleep or feel better.

He sits your head in his lap, if you’ve got hair to style he’ll style it, if not he’ll just rub your scalp and hold your hand.

As you lie there he turns on one of your favorite shows, mumbling sweet words to you.

“You’re so sweet luv, I’m glad I can be here for you”

He will always be there for you, no matter what.

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phantom-playdough · 11 months

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Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) x GN!Reader: “I choose you, Hobie.”

I made this because I love me some hurt/comfort fics and there are basically none for Hobie. So, if no one else will do it, I will damn it lmao Hope y'all enjoy some sweet and adorable hurt/comfort.

TW's: Angst with a happy ending, Reader has hardcore insecurities, depression (No suicidal ideations, just sadness) and self-deprecating thoughts.

Tissues littered the floor of Y/n's bedroom, thrown anywhere but the actual trashcan. Not that Y/n could really bring themself to care; they'd clean it up later. They stopped crying what feels like hours ago. Now, Y/n was just sitting down on the floor in front of their bed and sat there, lost in thought.

However, they were brought out of that state when they heard their window open. Y/n didn't even need to look up to know who it was. Afterall, most humans could not climb 15 stories to reach their apartment.

"'Ey, Y/n. You havin' a tissue party?" Hobie said, taking off his mask and looking around the bedroom.

Y/n didn't have it in them to croak out a response. So, they didn't try. But that was all it took to clue Hobie in to know that something was wrong.

Without a word, Hobie sat down beside Y/n on the floor and wrapped an arm around their shoulders. Even though Y/n felt so empty, they couldn't help but take in Hobie's cologne. Somehow it suited him.

"You alright there, (Nickname)?" Hobie asked, despite knowing the answer. Of course, he knew. The two of them had known each other for so long now that this type of thing was as obvious as a person's nose.

He and Y/n knew each other after he saved them from a mugger. Hobie still remembers how after he knocked the mugger out, Y/n just said, "I like the spikes on your costume." It was definitely a strange response to have after getting save from a mugging, but it was good to know that this person had taste. At least, that was what Hobie thought in the moment.

"Thank you, cutie." Hobie said with a wink. He then swung off and may or may not have followed Y/n home to make sure they made it safely. At least, that was his defense whenever that was brought up.

The two of them became super close after that night. Which meant that Hobie was around whenever Y/n got a boyfriend. Hobie really tried to be supportive. Like, really tried. But as time went on, Hobie felt his concerns grow for Y/n as time had passed.

At first, the guy sounded pretty cool to Hobie when Y/n talked about him. He and Y/n were very close friends, similar to Hobie (Albeit for longer). Y/n gushed about the nice things they did with him. Clubbing, going to concerts occasionally, shopping dates, even just staying at home and chilling. Hobie didn’t seem to have many concerns at the beginning. (Even if he was jealous…)

But as time went forwards, Y/n’s boyfriend really seemed stubborn in hanging around other people instead of Y/n. He seemed really stubborn about going out clubbing when Y/n just wanted to stay at home. He seemed very stubborn about getting handsy. That one probably wouldn't have been that big of a deal. But what made it hard to handle was when Hobie met Y/n's boyfriend. The guy seemed very inclined on sucking Y/n's teeth in front of Hobie.

However, Y/n tried to cut their boyfriend slack whenever Hobie voiced his concerns to them. They knew him for a long time. Hobie knew that. But he gently pointed these problems out to his best friend. Y/n was well aware that they did not feel comfortable with what was going on in their relationship. So, they knew they had to voice their concerns.

That didn't go so well.

"Y/n. You're doing it again." Hobie said, a finger grazing his best friend's cheek.

"Huh?"

"You're spacing out on me. C'mon, what is it?" Hobie tried to keep his tone both firm but sweet.

Y/n sighed. "I went over to his apartment. To try and talk about how he has been acting lately. Try and tell him I think we needed to set up some ground rules, or something like that."

"But...?"

"But he... had someone else over. She answered the door. Said that her boyfriend was in the shower."

Hobie's eyes went as wide as moons. The level of fury he felt at hearing this could NOT be understated. To think that someone who was lucky enough to have Y/n as their partner and go and ruin both that perfect and amazing chance as well as break Y/n's heart in the process.

Who could even come close to competing with Y/n? No one, in Hobie's mind.

"Maybe it's for the best." Y/n grumbled out, tearing Hobie out of his fury. "I mean, I was just stupid for thinking he thought more highly of me. But why would he?"

Hobie felt his self-control slipping, but at this point, it gone. "Y/n," He began, grabbing Y/n's chin to make them look at him and make sure they wouldn't turn away. "Listen to me, will ya? That moron was stupid for not seeing you as a gem. ‘Cause that's what you are. You don't have a Scooby-doo about how amazing you are. How captivating you are. He is fucking stupid for trying to replace you when he can’t. You deserve so much better than that crock of shit."

“I really don’t, Hobie.” Hobie was just about to object, but Y/n yanked their head away. Effectively cutting his comeback off and speaking lies to Hobie’s sensitive ears. “Let me asking you something, Hobie. Did I turn him into a jerk or am I just plain dumb? Or better yet, both?”

“Knock it off, Y/n. These fuckin’ planks (idiots) lie. And they’re good at it, too. They are good at pretending like they care and that they love you. Guys like that twit also manipulate others. He knew you both were friends for a long time. He took you places, gave you things. Please don’t hate me for saying this babe, but I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he said something fucking stupid like how he did all of this for you and you couldn’t do those creepy things for him.”

“I feel dumb I didn’t see it.”

“Love, almost no one sees the signs when you fall for someone you’ve known for years. Plus, he gave you so much. Good laughs, good moments, good memories…I didn’t have a Scooby-doo, for fucks sake! So, if you wanna be gutted (upset) at yourself you should be with me too.”

Y/n tried to ignore the way the nicknames like babe or love caused a flush to flood their face. The way their heart jumped just a little too much when they heard that. Y/n made the mistake of looking back at Hobie’s gorgeous face. The way his eyes held a serious look. Y/n gathered that he wasn’t angry at them. It was more their ex.

They looked away to avoid looking at Hobie’s pierced and sexy lips, as well as avoid letting him see the tears in their eyes. “Maybe it’s karma.” Hobie was barely a beat away from interrupting. But Y/n put a finger up. “No, shut up. Let me explain.” Hobie literally bit his tongue to do so.

Y/n took a breath. “I knew at the time that I liked him. I did. But I…liked someone else more. I just knew it wouldn’t work with him because he probably wouldn’t want to be held down and backwards. He would probably want to swing free. So, I thought that my ex would be enough. Again, I did like him. He literally confessed to me when I brought up that I that I thought wasn’t good enough for…someone else. He said I was more than enough for him. So, I just decided that I could make it work. Especially because he was great in the beginning. But maybe it’s karma for replacing my true feelings with something I wasn’t a hundred percent invested in.”

Hobie felt his heart break for what felt like the millionth time. “Do I know this other mate of yours?” He asked after a beat of silence.

“Like the back of your web-throwing hand.” Y/n said. They inhaled for a moment or two. “He’s you.”

“Wait, what?”

“He’s you, Hobart Brown. I literally hinted it just a second ago.”

“How? When?”

“When I said that you would rather swing free.”

“Well, how was I supposed to pick up on that?! That’s super subtle, (Nickname).” Hobie defended, making Y/n laugh. “You seriously thought I wouldn’t want to be with you? I hinted at it too, just now by the way!!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I just said you’re captivating and amazing. That the fucking dumbass who kissed you with more teeth than lips when I was around was stupid for thinking someone else could compete with you. Unlike you, I wasn’t subtle.”

“Literally everyone who cares about someone else would say that.” Y/n deadpanned. “But…thanks.” They said softly. They leaned on Hobie’s shoulder, curling their legs up close to their chest and snuggling into Hobie’s side. Hobie responded by putting a hand on their shoulder, squeezing it just a tad. Y/n then took it a step further, wrapping their arms around Hobie’s built waist.

“What now, punk?” Y/n asked quietly.

“What?”

“What now? Do you want to progress or not? I mean, you don’t believe in consistency. So, I kinda just assumed you didn’t have interest in anything related to romance.”

“Modern romance is a marketing scheme full of corruption from the people making chocolates and growing roses, plus the cunning bastards who look to find it.” Hobie took in a deep breath. “But…that doesn’t mean I don’t have interest in you.” Y/n heart was racing so fast it felt like they were about to travel through time. There was no way Hobie didn’t notice this. But luckily he didn’t comment on it. “If you want to try this, Y/n…I will. But if you don’t feel ready or comfortable, I won’t mind. You can be with any bloke you want. If you chose me, I’d be happy. But I’d say the same if you didn’t. So long as we don’t drift apart.”

Y/n took a while to respond, making Hobie worry. But once Y/n was ready to answer, they decided to answer without a word. They pulled their head off Hobie’s shoulder and kiss him on the smooth skinned cheek.

“I choose you, Hobie.”

#hobie x you #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #spider punk #sony spiderverse #i wrote this at 4am #hurt/comfort #emotional hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort fic

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brightbertalt · 11 months

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hey y’all, I just needed to write this because I need to write a comfort drabble right now so 😎 enjoy

warnings - implied childhood trauma

it was 11pm at night. dark. loud. it was loud to you. everything is coming back. too many things, everything. you curled up onto the bathroom floor, trying to settle yourself out. why now? why was everything coming back now? the world seemed black and white, everything felt so empty and emotionless but you absorbed everything bad in the universe. why why why. tears and scratching and tears. everything needed to stop stop stop stop stop stop stop

“hey hey, what happened? what’s goin’ on?”

a familiar voice introduced itself to you. you weren’t swept out of your mind, but you just froze instead. you perked up, backing against the cold cold wall.

“is it okay if I touch you? I don’t wanna hurt ya.”

you shook your head, rocking back and forth, trying to get yourself out of the train of thoughts.

“can you tell me what happened?”

you opened your mouth with the intention of speaking, but all that came out was broken sobs. he sat next to you, not touching you at all. he offered you one of his spiky cuffs. you choked up, your shaky hands grabbing the cuff and trying to gain your senses back. your face hurt from crying and it felt like like static from how much movement was happening.

“i’ll be here. just in case you need anything.”

and he was, for two hours you both sat there and talked, half the time not even about the situation, but about random things like what food you ate last week, or your favorite movies.

#fanfic #fanfiction #comfort #comfort fic #hobart brown #hobie x reader #spiderman headcanon #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #spiderman #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk #spider man: across the spider verse

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milesmoralesweetgirl · 10 months

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hobie x f reader !! shes like really hurt after a fight and hobie takes care of her<33

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓! 𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮！𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺: blood, mention of injures, pet names (sweetheart, love), reader being kind of shy, ooc hobie? if i missed anything please tell me.

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: what happens when you knock on Hobie’s door with tear stained cheeks and blood?

you were embarrassed to say the least, walking up the steps as you hug yourself tight. little gasps and tears escape your eyes as you grip your sides, it wasn’t anything serious. but it hurt badly, and you just needed someone.

you never thought that someone would be Hobie, you never hated him, you just found him annoying with his perfect eyes and cool personality, his teasing demeanor never failing to make you flustered.

you knock on his door, and when he doesn’t open right away you whimper, thinking that he’s not there. you knocked again and suddenly you heard his familiar cockney accent.

“jeez, fucking wait for a second!” he yells, he doesn’t know what will approach him when he opens the door, but he didn’t except to see you. so worn out, tear stained cheeks and bloody sides, hugging yourself

“woah, woah, hey what happened here? love, can you talk to me?” he asks, rough hand holding your face delicately as he lets you in.

“i just- it- i didn’t-“ you try to talk, you want to talk so badly, to explain yourself. but your sobs stop you and only thing you could do is just hug yourself tighter

“s’okay, sweetheart, s’okay. Just wait for a moment, yeah?” he says before going to the bathroom getting his first aid kit

he sits you his sofa, crouching down in front of you as he places both of his bigger hands on your cheeks, caressing them.

“M’here, no need to worry, it’s all gonna be okay.” he says before taking gauze, his hands now on your waist as he slowly and softly wraps it around.

“look at me, love.” he says, voice so delicate as he puts his one hand on my cheek, you look at him with your doe like teary eyes, a slight pout on your lips.

“there you go, sweetheart. A little better, yeah?” you just nod, tears still escaping your eyes as he looks at you.

“Need you to answer me, love. Can you do that?” and before you know it you’re in his arms, your head on his chest, babbling

“i’m fine-i’m fine. I’m so sorry H-Hobie, i’m sorry i-i didn’t wanna scare you.” you say it between little sobs and whimpers, he holds you tighter.

“Shh, shh. It’s alright, sweetheart, it’s alright. You gave me a good scare there, love. But all that matters is that you’re fine.”

“i’m sorry. i’m so-“ you whimper out before he shushes you again, holding you still. His hand playing with your hair, you don’t even know how this happened, but if it meant being in his arms like this, without a shame you would put yourself at risk again.

#spiderman #spider punk #astv hobie #hobie headcanons #hobie brown #hobie x y/n #hobie x you #hobie brown x reader #hobie spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #fuffy fic #angst to comfort

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hollyhomburg · 1 year

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The Vampire King

(Polyamory au) (Supernatural au) (Drabble!)

Summary: Vampire hobi never imagined himself a king, but after circumstances allow himself to take a human queen for a wife wife, he finds there’s a lot of love left in his cold dead heart.

Tags: Bullet fic, supernatural au, halloween surprise gift, Smut, Double penetration, Knotting, Vampire! hobi, Human! m/c, Knight! seokjin, Dragon! namjoon, Werewolf! jungkook, Succubus! jimin, Mage! Taehyung, Vampire! yoongi, Tentacles, oviposition, sex-magic, blood-lust, fear kink, edgeing, overstimulation, Ace! hobi, Dom! hobi

W/c: 2.8k (it’s a drabble okay 🥰)

A/N: happy halloween! here is a little surprise! i wrote this in like an hour lol so it’s heavily unedited but i hope you enjoy it! please remember to leave me a like and a comment if theres something in here you enjoyed!

- Vampire hobi has never fancied himself much of a ruler, but still- he ends up as the king of some nation after his long running best friend dies- having been king) and hobi- having been his 'long lost bastard son' or something, unwilingly inherits the throne.

- Hobi is old- older than many many magical beasts and things that go bump in the night. he’s old enough to think- hey i've never been a king before, might be fun, i could like it. (The truth is he’s dreadfully bored, dreadfully tired of the vampire council and his own kind).

- for a while he even likes to plan the balls! humans did always burn bright and burn quick, but they’ve always created the most fantastic creations too. their music puts even the sound of fairy song to shame.

- only...why are his advisors trying to get him to marry a human? isn't that a little antiquated? To fuck only one person and only one gender at that? He's convinced, because really, how long will he even be king anyway? He can only probably last another 20 or so years before they'll start to get suspicious of his inhumanly good looks and he’ll need to fake his own death to evade suspicions (humans might be interesting but they’re not the smartest bunch).

- only then, he meets the m/c, the princess of a rival nation who has the sweetest blood he's ever smelled. he’s winded in the throne room when he sees her, smells her, nostrils flaring, sure that his eyes must be flashing red. only- why is her heart beating faster when she sees him? how can such a beautiful creature love an old cold bag of bones like him?

- Her blood sings to him at all hours of the day, through every touch of their courtship, when he gifts her blood red roses, when he whispers sweet nothings that don’t mean nothing to her, calling to him almost as much as the delicate human it's attached too. he can’t say he’s ever met someone so, new before. so fresh and happy, it makes him smile in a way he’s forgotten he could.

- He can at least restrain himself until their wedding night. Only then does he allow himself to have a taste of her blood, explaining to her who- and more importantly what he is. what she’s bound herself too.

- The m/c is surprisingly cool with the whole being married to a vampire thing. she quickly develops a taste for not only being in love with hobi but also helping him feed more discreetly. Why would he ever need another feeding partner when he has her? She might even get mad at one point when he tries to hunt someone else because it’s her husbands needs she’s tending too after all.

- She loves to cuddle up in Hobi's lap while he’s sat on the thrown, kissing and pecking up her neck until they're alone and hobi can sink his teeth into her delicate throat. Being bitten by a vampire is kinda nice, the whole venom rush and all kinda feels like a drug, a feeling like liquid gold rushing through her veins.

- Sometimes she lets hobi sleepily teeth there when she sleeps and he dozes, vampires only need to truly sleep once a month, but he’s more than happy to just lie down beside her and close his eyes, often with his fangs softly buried in her neck. A vampire bite doesn’t hurt unless the vampire wishes it, and hobi would never hurt her.

- There’s only one problem with their whole relationship. most vampires sexual desires wane over time, not all- but most. Hobi has fucked and been fucked in just about every single position way and hour of the day that a person can even be fucked. it’s not that he doesn’t love the m/c it’s just that...he can’t feel any lust other than bloodlust anymore.

- And it doesn’t help that Hobi’s venom also makes the m/c extremely extremely horny too.

- That doesn't mean he's not well invested in seeing the queen fucked. in-fact, he loves to watch her loose her careful veil of coquettish composure, loves to watch her overstimulated and squirting, all over the floor of their lavish bedchambers. would never get tired of licking the slick from her lovers fingers. Just because he prefers to watch and not participate doesn't make his love for her any less real, doesn’t make the aftercare he gives her after her scenes any less lingering and caring.

- King hobi has quite the vetting process for the queens concubines only the best lovers and cocks make it into the queens inner circle. maybe rumors start, that the king has promised a lavish life to anyone who would be the bedmate of the queen.

- There’s prince Namjoon, second in line to the dragon throne (not that anyone would ever know, he keeps his dragon form quietly leashed most of the time). both of his cocks fuck the queen well enough to have her begging for hobi to make namjoon a permanent fixture in their lives, even if his double knots are a little bit harder to hide and fit in her little cunt, hobi orders namjoon to try, making her take it until she’s crying.

- The queen just about screams the first time her little pussy and ass are filled at the same time. cumming to the sound of hobi’s merciless laugh because “you’re cute when you cum hard my sweet” it’s all a game to him, a game that she and namjoon are more than willing to play every evening, during the day too sometimes. although they press their luck- having her attend meetings and afternoon tea time with lords and ladies with her cunt all stretched and fucked- dripping namjoon’s copius amounts of cum because dragons are known for ridiculous stamina.

- The dragon princess endless firey stamina is almost enough to sate her permanently. Almost- but even namjoon cant contend with bloodlust in a human body, even he whimpers out “wanna knot, please my king” after the 3 hour he’s spent mounting her.

- please imagine hobi quietly sipping wine from a velvet chair, sighing and saying “if you must” flippantly as her holes are stretched to capacity. It’s Nothing that a few hours of coddling can’t change, soothing the dragons tears. “my little fire” he’d croon, whipping back namjoon’s bangs, “it’s not your fault our little queens a bit of a slut” both of them contending with a pouty “hey!” from the m/c pressed between them.

- the m/c loves to sleep like that fire at her back, and the cold body of her undead husband at her front. only...her bed is terribly large, surely theres room for one more?

- then there’s knight Seokjin, who might be the only human in hobi’s bunch but isn’t anyone to dismiss, his prowess in the sack and on the battlefield is something legendary and well known among the kingdom. he’s quickly appointed as the queens royal guard.

- His levels of oral prowess certainly never leave anything to be desired either. At dinnertime, Hobi often asks him nicely to get on his knees for the queen often because his baby deserves to be spoiled (and it’s not like Seokjin never cums while eating her out, apparently her pussy is just as delectable as her blood).

- they play this game where during dinnertime jin kneels on a pretty little velvet cushion, and as long as the m/c keeps her face schooled into a mask of propriety he’s allowed to continue, but jin makes it offally difficult when he puts his plush lips around her clit and sucks. and all of a sudden hobi’s calling jin’s name and he’s pulling himself out from under her skirts, looking dazed, his lips slick soaked.

- sex is always a game to hoseok, he always loves to give her little tasks to tease her, don’t cum even after both namjoon and jin have cum in you, keep their cum warm and snug inside of you my queen, we can’t have the whole castle knowing who you like filling you up, would they all ask me for a chance to fuck you? if they knew how sweet you sounded when you’re being ruined?

- and it’s even better if jin gets on his knees for her while hobi’s having his meal as well, the way she whimpers and falls apart, her pleasure so so sweet in her veins has hobi often reaching down to pull seokjin up for messy messy kisses. (kisses aren’t the same as sex, hobi will always love getting kisses even if sex has lost it’s interest).

- sometimes, when the m/c is extra extra tired and if hobi’s taken a bit too much blood from her the night before. hobi will pull jin into their bed (the knight might prefer to take the evenings in the dragon princes quarters frequently, it’s nothing against hobi or her it’s just that sleeping next to a chilled block of vampire isn’t the most comfortable)

- hobi loves jin’s blood too, almost as much as the m/c’s, the bloodlust affects him too- enough that it causes the knight to rut against hobi’s legs, which is fine 🥰 hobi doesn’t mind it even if he never feels wanting stiring in his own belly.

- then they’res succubus jimin, who appears in the queens quarters by complete accident, as only ‘a true act of lust could summon a succubus’ (this true act of lust might just happen to be an orgy planned by the king for the queens birthday).

- Jimin is not only the m/cs cutest companion (succubi where designed by the devil himself to be cute, but jimin still blushes when hobi calls him that). jimin’s a lovely little bedwarmer for her on the nights that hobi simply can’t be tempted for sleep,

- But he also makes her laugh and so so happy, hobi loves to watch them from the shadows as they lounge in sunlight. jimin might also have the prettiest prettiest cock in the land, but thats a secret that you keep. the prettiest thickest little cock that the m/c loves to bounce on- that maybe even the king likes to drink from (succubi find all acts of lust pleasurable, even acts of bloodlust), he murmurs in her ears, dark magic that makes her pleasure thicker, makes her soul belong to jimin in ways it can’t belong to the others.

- and then theres mage taehyung, who charms himself not only to have a cock, but maybe a few tentacles as well, One- two- three- four as many as she wants to fill her up. he might also make her some aphrodisiac potions, might make the king some too when he asks to just have one night, one night where he understands the wanting that the other have again. it’s not enough to set him truly back into human wanting, and yet, it’s more than enough to have their bonds all reaffirmed.

- Mage taehyung has a lovely habit with the spells, has a mind thats almost as creative as hobi’s when it comes to figuring out new sexual deviances to torture the m/c, the edging potion in taehyung favorite, the one that makes it impossible for the drinker to cum no matter how many times their clit is spanked or how many cocks they take in their cunt or hole (mages do often take succubi for familiars, and once jimin and his bond is made, there’s no breaking it. succubi blood is a very very potent potion additive too!)

- maybe one time, during a demon summoning gone wrong, tae doesn’t just summon the tentacles, but gets possessed by the leviathan too. he ends up breeding the m/c in their form, fucking her full of demon eggs that thankfully another spell helps vanish. the coven finds her like that, fucked dumb on the floor a tenticals holding her up and fucking her down on three, tae’s eyes rolled back speaking some demon tongue.

- “the demon king wants her hyung” jimin sniffles, once he’s managed to kick the demon out of tae’s body. “don’t want him to have her, she’s /ours/” “i won’t let anything happen to her, or any of you” hobi promises, but it does nothing to comfort the little succubus “then why haven’t you turned her yet? anything could happen to her or jinnie and they’d just be gone”

- Hobi’s coven does enjoy teaseing her by how eager she’d been to take the monsters eggs, they have their fun and forget the fear “maybe i should open our doors for every little beasty and beauty that comes our way my sweet” hobi threatens, hand warming over the m/c’s swollen stomach. Feeling her shiver in fear and delight.

- the vampire werewolf wars are long over, there isn’t enough bad blood between their races for him not to allow the sweetest pup from the stables, alpha jungkook- to show his prowess in the bedroom. There isn’t a sight king hobi likes more than watching the m/c dig the heal into jungkook’s knot while the alpha whimpers from her feet, his hands carefully folded behind his back the picture of absolute obedience. All for the chance to knot and breed her.

- maybe hobi’s eyes warm at that- because he’s long since given up having children with the m/c after none- not even Seokjin’s seed managed to take. they are very very in love and desire to have a family even if their relationship isn’t the most conventions.

- Hobi might have a particular fondness for when jungkook’s ruts sync up with the full moon and he has to fuck her in his monstrous form too 🥰 after that she might be able to take both of Joonies knots at the same time.

- Now, king hobi has never ever been convinced by one magical species to enter the queens coven of pretty little concubines. Hobi would never ever dream of allowing another vampire to fuck the m/c- in the fear that maybe they’d be convinced to suck her blood, and her blood belongs only to the king.

- But then one of his old friends comes to visit, vampire Yoongi, who is the first fledgeling that Hoseok ever sired. Although time and more than one broken heart separated them they great each other as more than family and more than lovers.

- hobi gets to watch her walk with the vampire, feeling his own long cold heart warming as he gets to see her laugh and throw herself into the others arms, fangs flashing in the light. And hobi really can’t contain his heart can he? he’s too fond of the both of them, cant resist giving his fledgling and his sweet sweet little human wife what they both want.

- maybe hobi discovers that he likes feeling yoongi gulping, likes to hear the stutter of her heart as he feeds on the other side of her throat.

- hobi ends up taking a new fledgeling half a decade later, only because he couldn’t bear to be parted from either of them in death. Maybe yoongi helps him too- having never sired another vampire to be his own fledgeling, maybe they both bite on either side of her neck to turn her at the same time.

- hobi laments the loss of her sweet sweet human blood (because vampire blood just doesn’t taste the same although they’ll still feed from each other often, especially as her sire, they’ll both need to stay close through nearly 10 years of blood cravings.

- hobi can’t wait to nurse his needy little fledgling, and yoongi’s going to do so well- hobi already knows they’ll both have the cutest cutest nest- and if the other vampire wants to lean into his nesting instincts for the first time in nearly a thousand years then hobi won’t complain.

- (if you’re wondering what happens to jin, he and jungkook happen to mate, although it’s a little non-traditional for the omega to be older than their alpha- jungkook very very good at guiding jin through his werewolf puberty)

- He fakes his own passing as the king, and the throne passes to one of his long lost relatives. and hobi and his little coven of demons and witches and vampires flees to a castle in the countryside. where they’re all left to fuck and fight and feed from each other for eternity.

- Hobi’s coven might not be the most conventional of covens, but it’s one he made himself with the kind of love that last centuries <3

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gaybananabread · 6 months

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Congrats on the follower milestone! If you're still taking orders, may I please have switches Gwen and Hobie (Gwen as the original lee) with pears and/or oranges?? They've become somewhat of a comfort duo for me, hehe :)<

Fruit(s): Pears, Oranges

Love these two! Writing for them is always fun, though all the spider scrimblos have a vice grip on my brain. Hobie gives off such asshole switch vibes, I can’t even- Went a little overboard with this one, but I have no regrets. (UvU) Back on topic, thank you for ordering your fruits, and I hope you Enjoy!

Switches: Gwen, Hobie

Summary: Gwen is struggling with her self-image, the negative thoughts creeping in as she stresses out. Hobie has the perfect way to help, and while it cheers her up, things don’t exactly go how he expects them to.

Warnings: poor self-image/esteem topic! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!

Gwen stared up at the ceiling of Hobie’s inner houseboat, letting her thoughts drift. They weren’t going anywhere good.

She had failed so much as-of-late. Her dad discovering her secret identity, the anomalies getting out of control, the Spot’s wave of leftover destruction, everything with Miles… Even though none of those were truly her fault, it really felt that way; her mind took those feelings as grim, guilty facts. Growing tired of his bedroom ceiling, Gwen grabbed a pillow, burying her teary face in it. Maybe smothering herself in her sorrows would help…

Hobie slunk into the room, his cheeky smile falling the moment he saw Gwen’s sulking form. The punk sat on the edge of his bed, the old mattress sinking in with his weight. He poked the pillow, making Gwen huff. “Hey…what’s goin’ on, Gwendy?”

The girl groaned into the soft object, shrugging. “‘M fine…” The muffled lie was barely audible, but Hobie’s keen hearing caught it clear as day. So, so much was running through her mind, but she couldn’t burden her friend with those thoughts. Best to figure it out herself…probably.

Damn it, Gwen… A large, calloused hand rested on her stomach, one finger drawing small circles around the thin fabric of her t-shirt. “Not buyin’ that, sweetheart. You need some cheerin’ up?”

Small giggles slipped past her guarded lips, muffled by the pillow. As much as she wanted to deal with everything herself, some comfort would be nice. Especially the kind Hobie was suggesting… Gwen mumbled an “mm-hm” into the fabric, not pushing him away. That was all the lanky teen needed to get started.

Hobie lightly tickled her stomach, his fingers doing figure-eights against her shirt. The other teen’s feet started to drum on the bed, muffled giggles making their way to his ears. It was adorable, the way she let him cheer her up with the silly touch. It was clear the tickles were helping. “Aww, Gwenny, all ya had to do was ask.”

To anyone outside their inner circle, this might’ve seemed strange. She just let him tickle her like that? Yeah, she did; that girl was practically melting. In the midst of her bleak thoughts, a little fluff and silliness was like heaven. Tickling in general made her happy, but the gentle stuff from someone she cared about to cheer her up? Immediate serotonin release.

As much as he loved her muffled giggles, he was after a bigger reaction. The punk climbed further onto her bed, sitting on her thighs so she couldn’t kick him. Hobie grabbed the pillow, tugging it away from her face. The bright red cheeks and wobbly smile he was greeted with made him snicker. “Hey, girlie. No hidin’ those giggles; they’re too cute for jus’ the pillow ta hear.”

She whined through the adorable sound, half-heartedly batting at his hands. “H-Hohohobie! Quhihit teheasing!” To be honest, she loved the teases, but her cheeks were red enough without the cheeky words. “Sorry, but ya too cute to not tease. ‘M sure you’ll survive.” He slipped a finger under her shirt, scratching at her navel with a smug grin.

Gwen squealed, shooting upwards and shoving at his hand. “H-HOHOhohobiehe! You prihihick! Dohon’t do thahat!”

So, of course, he kept doing that.

Pushing her shoulder back down to the mattress, Hobie slid her shirt up, scribbling all around her poor belly button. Gwen practically screeched, her feet kicking out behind the anarchist as she frantically shoved at him. “G-KYAAAH! YOUHUHU DIHIHICK! NAHAHAHA!”

That got a snort out of the older spider, his cool rings sending goosebumps across her skin as he “tormented” her. “Heard of a giggle button, but I never knew ya could have a “lose your damn mind” button. I’ll be sure to remember that one.”

The rougher tickles, while unexpected, were still helping, They helped to drown out the rest of her sour thoughts, replacing the sticky guilt with bright, raucous laughter and giddy glee. Gwen was about at her limit though, his evil fingers pulling squeak after squeal from her wobbly lips. “H-HOBS! IHI CAHAHAN’T- QUIT!”

He huffed, not wanting to go too far. The punk switched from pokes to rubs, patting and massaging her buzzing tum to try and dull the ticklish aftershocks. The girl huffed and giggled, recovering from the brief, yet effective goofiness. “Th-thahanks Hobs. I needed thahat.”

The punk laid down beside her, grabbing the pillow from earlier and smacking her with it. “Any time, Gwendy. Just gotta ask.”

Gwen yelped when the fluffy thing smacked her face, her spider sense warning her just a second too late; her subconscious apparently didn’t deem pillows a threat. She was about to hit him back when she realized she had a great opportunity to be a shit. Even though she loved it, payback could be given…heheh.

Pouncing out of nowhere, she wrestled with her friend, eventually managing to pin him to the bed. While he was a bit stronger, she had caught him by surprise, throwing him off his game. Gwen playfully wiggled her fingers in front of him, smirking. “TIme for a taste of your own medicine, Hobie~”

Before he could protest, five nimble fingers dug into his belly while the other pinned his arms above his head. Hobie didn’t care to hold anything in, just letting the giggles flow as he squirmed. It was apparently the wrong day for him to wear a crop top. “B-buhut yohou liked ihihit!”

She snickered, letting her acrylic nails drag across his midsection. “Maybe. Doesn’t mean I can’t get you back.” Gwen gave his hips a squeeze, giggling as the punk snorted. “Besides, you like it just as much.”

Hobie took the extra effort to flip her off, making the other teen squawk. She was right, of course; he was barely fighting back, enjoying the turnabout. Scorned and feeling brave, Gwen leaned her head down, blowing a sudden raspberry on his navel. That did it.

“G-GWEHEHEN! WHAHA’ THE FAHAHACK?!” She snorted at his words, sitting back up with a smirk. “You flipped me off, you jerk! Totally deserved.” She went back to his hips, appreciating his low-waisted jeans as she traced little shapes onto his upper hips. “Loving your outfit, by the way. Very ler-friendly.”

He groaned, bucking his hips as more little snorts decorated his laugh. His hips always had him sounding like a piglet. “Sh- snrk shuhuhut uhup! Thaha’ wahahasn’t on puhuhurpose!”

She was about to tease him again, but a low whirr sounded in the room, a few knick-knacks slowly floating up in the room; one of their friends was visiting Hobie’s dimension.

“Damn it. You’re lucky, Hobs.” She pinched his side one last time before climbing off him, going to greet whoever just arrived. It was probably Pav, coming over for one of their unprompted game nights.

Hobie giggled off the rest of the adrenaline, rubbing his exposed belly and staring up at the ceiling. He had trained those shits too well…

Taking a deep breath, the punk hauled himself out of the bed, grabbing his guitar from the corner before leaving the bedroom. Hobie hadn’t planned on getting tickled, though he was glad he helped Gwen cheer up. Even if it was a bit unconventional. Then again, what was normal about any of them? He greeted Pav, a smile still on his face as he grabbed out Clue for their game night.

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felinecryptid · 10 months

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this world is nothing without you (life is here only if you are)

hobie feels at home at pav's

Hobie knocked on the frosted green glass window for the third time. If Pav didn't open it, he was going to sneak in. Normally, he'd sneak in without knocking, but the last (which was also the first and only) time he snuck in, he got smacked in the face with a black umbrella by Maya Auntie.

Hobie decided to never sneak in again because Maya Auntie did not set off his spider senses and he wasn't very particularly keen to have a face full of umbrella again.

The knocks echoed in the narrow alley right below Pav's window. A random passerby looked up to find the source and Hobie flattened himself on the ledge above Pav's window. He'd rather not get seen today if he could help it, because people seemed to think he was a robber. Again, it wouldn't be a huge problem if people thought he was a robber, but today he was on a mission. A personal mission.

There had been a small fight with a 'villain of the week' in Gwen's world, and Hobie had noticed Pav looking a lil bit peaky after the fight. Hobie tried to get a hold of him, but he disappeared quickly from the scene, leaving Hobie to deal with the stick up Miguel's ass alone. The moment Hobie was free from the clutches of the man baby, he set off to Pav's house.

The night had fallen and rain was still falling, when he had stepped onto Pav's roof in Mumbattan. A quick climb down to the fourth floor and there he had been, knocking for Pav to open the fucking window.

The suspicious passerby ceased looking for him, quickly hurrying down the alley, probably thinking they are avoiding a mugger, Hobie assumed, swinging down to the window as soon as they were out of sight. If only they knew there were two spidermen nearby, Hobie thought, slightly shaking his head.

Pav still hadn't opened the window.

Hobie seriously debated going in through the air vent. He could probably fit in there if he tried hard enough, he studied the narrow opening next to the window.

Something clattered inside. "Pav," He called, "Is'at you?"

No reply. More clattering.

"Pav?" He called out, voice louder.

The window swung in abruptly, revealing the worried face of Maya Auntie. Fucking shit.

"What are you doing here? Do you know what time it is?" Maya Auntie hissed with the ferocity of a thousand cats. So much for not getting caught. "Do your parents know you are here, hmm?"

Hobie stumbled on his words. He did not want to piss Maya Auntie off. She was one of the few adults Hobie respected. For obvious reasons. "Umm, yeah they told me I could visit Pav when I told them he looked kinda pale today," He lied, you know, like a liar. Maya Auntie didn't know he had no parents, didn't know they were spidermen and swung through the multiverse on a regular basis to beat the ass of selfish people who didn't get their way and threw a genetically modified fit, didn't know how much Pav meant to him, didn't know he wasn't from this universe.

But she did know it was him who she smacked for trying to sneak in months ago because the next question out of her mouth was, "Why can't you use the main door like a normal human being?"

He couldn't sass her- He couldn't sass her-

"-Because I don't want you to fall down, okay? Consider this your own home and use the front door, beta, it's very unsafe."

"Okay, Auntie."

"Good, come in," She said, moving away from the window. Hobie swung in. "Next time you are going to use the front door, no climbing walls like hooligans," Maya Auntie said in a stern voice and Hobie nodded, like he had the full intention to obey her. "He's sleeping because he has high fever, don't wake him up before 10, he needs to sleep for the tablets to work." She said, gesturing at Pav, sleeping curled around his pillow on the bed.

"Got it."

"Okay then," his Aunt looked around the room, "Kamre ka kabada kar rakha hai ladke ne, jidhar dekho kapde aur kitab, tch, mehman baithane ko jagaa nahi hai," She muttered unintelligibly before looking straight at him, "Hobie beta, what do you want to eat? Vada Pav, Besan ke ladoo or Jalebi?"

***

Hobie sat in Pav's room, at his table, reading a colour coded handwritten periodic table stuck to the wall, with a plate full of food he couldn't pronounce. What a priss, Hobie's heart swelled with affection looking at the numerous charts of scientific notes on the wall.

"Hobie." Pav snifffed lightly, his voice slightly hoarse.

Hobie turned around to look at Pav. He was almost completely under the thick blanket, his beautiful hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, eyes shiny with sleep.

"What are you doing here?"

"You guys don' got no other questions to ask?" Hobie said, no real fire in his words.

Pav laughed. "I heard. Sorry you had to get interrogated like that," He shrugged weakly.

"Nah," Hobie started, "It was fine."

Pav hummed. "What are you eating?" He asked after a while of simply staring up at the ceiling.

"I dunno their names, bruv. One of these is an orange curly lookin' thing tha' is syrupy and the other is, also curly, but its spicier than the orange ones,"

"Oh, Jalebi and Bhakarwadi."

"I didn' understand a lick of what you said."

"That's just what they're called."

"You'll 'ave to teach me tha' some other time," Hobie leant back in Pav's chair, popping one of the spicy things into his mouth.

"Sure'm," Pav mumbled, visibly falling asleep. "Come here?"

Hobie wordlessly slid into his bed, sitting near the head, softly caressing his hair, even after he had drifted off to sleep. Not even an hour later, Hobie had fallen asleep too.

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Chaipunk sickfic bc im down w fever too and i needed to get comfort somewhere

im delirious on painkillers as im writing it, so feel free to point out errors i have definitely missed, bc i didnt even read this a second time

title (translated) from soch na sake

translation

Kamre ka kabada kar rakha hai ladke ne, jidhar dekho kapde aur kitab, tch, mehman baithane ko jagaa nahi hai - boy makes the room looks like a trashcan, clothes and books lying wherever you look, tch, there's no place for guests to sit (she's referring to personal guests here bc family or neighbours get seated in the living room/dining table while friends usually go to their personal room)

#chaipunk fic #chaipunk #chaipunk sickfic #hobie x pavitr #pavitr x hobie #pavitr prabhakar atsv #hobie brown atsv #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #atsv fanfiction #hurt/comfort #mild hurt a lotta comfort

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womanofwords · 10 months

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Snuggle Buddies

Miles was not used to Spider-Society, so he was still being jump-scared at every possible opportunity. Spideys climbing up the walls and floor, different variants of villains, literally everyone being Spiderman, how the floor was an ocean of (mostly) blue and red. However, after a while, he got fairly used to it.

Until he saw Pavitr Prabhakar snuggled on a sofa, sniffling and holding a huge stuffed octopus. “Pav?” he said cautiously. Pavitr sat up hurriedly.

“Hi, Miles,” Pavitr said. “You do not need to check on me. I am completely fine.” His eyes were rimmed red and he had cheeks stained with tears. He was clearly lying.

Miles sighed. “Pavitr, you’re Spiderman. And part of being Spiderman means-”

“With great power comes great responsibility,” Pavitr said. “I know.”

“That you’re terrible at lying,” Miles finished. Pavitr giggled and blushed with embarrassment. “Now, what is wrong?”

“I just feel a little touch-starved. Gayatri’s on a month-long family trip to America to meet relatives and go to Disneyworld, and I sort of hang out alone at school. I just started holding things whenever it gets really bad.” Pavitr gestured to the stuffed octopus in his arms. “This belongs to Mayday. She left it behind one day and I can’t stop snuggling it.”

“Why didn’t you just tell someone?” Miles asked, rubbing Pavitr’s back in small circles the way that his mother used to do. “You could have told me, or Gwen, or Hobie.”

“You guys are all busy. I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You are not a bother. You never were. You’re like a little ray of sunshine.” Miles picked him up and put him over his shoulder. “Now, let’s go find Gwen and Hobie.”

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Gwen and Hobie were walking together and talking happily when Miles appeared with a sniffling Pav over his shoulder. “Hi, Miles,” Gwen said.

“What’s up with Pav? Is he hurt?” Hobie asked.

“He’s touch-starved and needs emergency snuggles,” Miles said. “Where can we get a room?” Hobie sniggered.

“You don’t need to ask them, I’ll be fine,” Pavitr sniffled.

“Oh, that’s it, man!” Hobie plucked Pavitr off Miles’ shoulders like he weighed nothing. “Come on.” Hobie walked away, forcing Gwen and Miles to jog to keep up. Eventually, they arrived to a room full of pillows and blankets. Hobie sat down with Pavitr, wrapping themselves up in a large blanket. “Now, you know you can talk to us, right? Literally whenever you need.”

“OK, Hobie,” Pavitr sleepily replied, snuggling closer. Hobie rubbed at Pavitr's head.

“You’re a sweet’eart, you know that?” Hobie whispered. “Trying to be considerate of us. I will drop anything for you.” Pavitr squirmed. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“It tickles!” he giggled. “Hobie, your-” He bit his tongue as the punk grinned and tickled his armpits witless, occasionally letting out the occasional snort.

“There we go,” Hobie cooed. “Let it all out. We love you, but we need to teach you a proper lesson.”

“Whahahat?” Pavitr giggled.

“Well, you need to learn to advocate for yourself,” Hobie explained, as Pavitr giggled. “Before it gets to this state. Now, are you an adorable little thing who’s going to tell us when he’s down?”

“I didn’t want to be any trouble!” Pavitr giggled, squealing as his ribs played with.

“Sorry, can’t hear ya. Playing with my wonderful new guitar,” Hobie taunted. Pavitr tried to escape, but the blanket had encased him with Hobie, who was grinning down at him.

“Do you think we should help?” Miles asked.

“Hobie or Pav?” Gwen asked. “Oh, I’m just kidding. They’re both fine.”

“Wise choice,” Hobie said, before disappearing underneath the blanket. The room echoed with Pavitr’s screams of laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Pavitr screamed.

“What spot did he get to now?” Miles asked.

“Judging by the hopeless thrashing, all of them,” Gwen grinned.

#creative writing #my writing #writing inspiration #writers #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writerscommunity #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #lee! pavitr #hurt/comfort #fluff #tickles #tickle fic

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bangtaninborderland · 10 months

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JHS- Twisted Feelings (11)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Genre: idol!hope × fem!reader, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, ongoing series

warning: medical emergency (heart attack), mini panic attack?

A/n: I have no idea where this came from I started writing it on Father’s Day, so anyway enjoy. It’s a mess but it’s cute.

Ch.10| Masterlist | Ch.12

The week had passed fairly quickly, but tiring still. You were thankful when you weren't called into work, your first full day off.

A part of you knew that staying home, writing and planning whatever you needed for upcoming lessons would have been the responsible thing to do on the other hand, the other part of you craved time for you so in the end you decided to do the next best thing- visit home.

The journey to your parents house was often quite and quick, today was no different.

That was until you walked into your childhood home to find your your father laying across the hall, seemingly still.

You rushed to his side checking for a pulse as you quickly dialed for an ambulance.

You were relieved when you felt a rhythmic, albeit faint, pulsing strapping you of the worry he had died.

The ambulance arrived within a matter of minutes, hauling him onto a stretcher and into the back of the ambulance before offering you a ride to the hospital.

You sat in the seat by the back doors watching silently as they hooked him up to a machine, more wires than you could count coming from his unconscious body. You had so many questions and on the Inside you were sure that you were screaming however on the outside you couldn't move, paralysed by fear for the man you called dad.

The flashing lights and rush to the hospital told you it was something serious, you knew it was something serious even more so when the nurse asked you to sit in the waiting room before rushing off to assist with the situation.

You felt cold as you dialed your mothers number, hearing the worry flood the line as you explain the very minimal information you had. She had said she was at work but would be at the hospital within the hour or however fast traffic would allow.

Your next call was to Na-Rae, not wanting to be alone you called her twice before she picked up, giving you some reassurance before being requested to join a meeting by her boss, of course she was at work. It was lunch time on a Friday, everyone was at work.

The sterile smell and white walls provided you no comfort as you sat watching the clock, jumping at every sound only to check and see if anyone was coming to deliver you news only to sot back in defeat after realising they were not.

You had watched the clock for twenty five minutes before you felt your phone buzzing, without looking you answered.

“Eomma?”

“Sorry wrong person.” Usually Hoseoks voice was once you had come to like, the happiness he embodied bringing light to your day but not today.

“S-sorry I can’t talk right now.”

He must have heard something in your voice that let him know you weren’t doing good. “Oh hey, Are you okay?”

Maybe it was the lack of support you had in that moment, maybe it was the adrenaline wearing off and fear setting in but either way you broke down the second he asked the question, light sobs flooding the line. “It’s my dad, I don’t know what happened.”

“Do you need help? Where are you?” He asked you could hear him moving as he spoke the familiar sound of the studio doors opening.

“I’m at Hanyang, he was just o-on.. he… I got there and he was on..on the floor.” You choked, finding it hard to catch your breath.

“Do you need me to come? I can get away for a while.”

“It’s busy, too - it’s just busy for you it’s okay it will be fine he is strong it will be fine my eomma is coming she will be here soon it will be fine he will be fine..” you rambled on, becoming breathless as tears stained your cheeks.

“It’s okay I know how to get around in a disguise. I can be there in 15. Keep talking to me okay? What happened exactly?” You heard a car door open and close, the ignition starting up indicating he was on his way.

“He was on the floor, i.. he…I was going to visit my parents but he was on the floor his pulse it was so.. so weak it was so weak I was scared he had died.” You felt like you couldn’t breathe, a weight on your chest preventing it.

“Take a deep breath for me okay? Let’s do it together? In for 3 hold for 5 out for 3 can you do that for me?”

“Oh okay.” You knew you were blubbering, your sons still interrupting your speech but you didn’t care.

“Perfect, such a good job, breathe in with me now”

1, 2, 3

“Now hold for five.”

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

“Now out for three.”

1,2,3

“Let’s do it again okay?”

You repeated the action, breathing in an out a few more times before you felt yourself calm. Once you did you finally took him in, noticing the blonde hair in replacement of his usual brown. Definitely a wig.

“You came?” The words came out as more of a question than a statement. “I- thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, this is where I was needed most. What about your eomma?” He asked, looking around to try and find the woman who was yet to arrive.

“She’s on her way there was work or something I couldn’t listen much.” You mumbled, unsure of he could hear you but also unable to bring yourself to care much.

“Ms. YN?” You both stood as you heard your name being called.

The nurse rushed over, a frown across her face only preparing you for the worst as you reached for Hoseoks hand, you hadn’t considered the action before pulling away only to have him reach for your hand again, squeezing with a necessary reassurance.

“Are you YN?” The nurse asked, more of a formality than anything else. Continuing after you have her a nod. “Your father has had a heart attack, it isn’t extreme in this moment but the doctors suspect he will need a coronary bypass. The doctor asked I come and give you an update but that’s all I have at the moment. We are going to do all we can. Is there anything I can get for you?”

“How-“ you stuttered utterly confused. “He is healthy, he doesn’t work too hard or sit around too much, he eats healthily. How could he have a heart attack?”

“As I said it’s still early stages we are going to be running more tests I just wanted to let you know as of now he is what we would deem in an area of safety. Is there anything else you need?”

“No I just- how long until I can see him? How long until the tests are finished?” You asked, voice raising in fear. If it wasn’t for Hoseoks touch you were sure you’d have had another panic attack by now.

“It could be a few hours yet, the second it’s safe to do so I will come and get you.” You knew she had told you everything she could do you simply bowed, giving her a small thank you before she rushed off just as urgent as she had come to you.

You stood in silence, staring at the mottled pattern on the white flooring. Hobi not making a move to remove his hand so neither did you. You felt numb, the tears rolling down your face didn’t stop but they were no longer some thing your were actively aware of. Everything just numb.

“Yn?” Hoseok called tentatively. “Are you okay?”

“My dad is never sick.” Was all you could say, memories of him chasing after you as a child flooding your mind painfully. “He cant die.”

“Hey.” He pulled you to face him, wiping off a tear from your chin. “He isn’t going to die, I’m sure he is strong and he has you and your eomma, the doctors here are good hyung came here a few years ago for a treatment and they were fast and efficient. The doctors will do everything they can. People survive these things every day. You can’t give up hope or let yourself become overwhelmed. It’s okay to shed your tears but don’t tear yourself because you’ll need all the strength you can muster.” His smile didn’t falter once and for some reason it only brought you more comfort. The realism of his words helping you to analyse the situation in depth, people do survive these things daily and having hope wouldn’t hurt. Your mother would arrive soon and she would need much more support than you did.

You were thankful for Hoseok.

You both sat back down, hands standing entwined. You wanted to ask if he was comfortable but you didn’t have the energy to, words seemed too far and few.

“YN?” You stood instantly at the sound of your mother voice, you ran straight to her, hand falling from hoseok as you embraced her in a hug. You both cried, leaning on each other for support as you guided her to the seat beside you. “What did that say?” She asked as you handed her some water.

“They think it’s a heart attack they are doing tests I don’t know much I was so scared he was- I - I never want to see that again.” You sobbed, Hoseok leaning around to hand you a tissue.

“Who are you?” Your mom leant forward to face Hobi whom had assumed a firm standing spot a few feet away.

He bowed to her before sitting down. “I’m a friend of YNs. I called and heard she was upset so I came to comfort her. If you’d like me to leave I will I just wanted to make sure Yn wasn’t alone.”

“Thank you for being here, I was worried she wouldn’t be okay here alone. You can stay.” Your mother replied, forcing a smile as best she could. Hoseok did just that and sat down.

“What’s his name?” Your mom whispered, leaning closer to you preventing hobi hearing.

It must not have been close enough because he cleared his throat. “I’m Hoseok.”

“Oh.” Your mom sighed, hand holding yours. Your mother introduced herself, insisting he called her eommani.

The conversation fell flat after that, only occasional asks from Hoseok if you needed anything to eat or drink. “I could do with a water, eomma do you need anything?. “

Your mother was a stark contrast to her usual self, the fear fixed to her features, the permanent eyebrow crease and red raw eyes only made you feel worse because there was nothing you could do to help her and there was nothing she could do to help you. “I’m okay. Please go with her.” Your mother looked over to hobi, whom only nodded back with a smile.

“There’s a vending machine down here.” He explained, his usuals politeness still showing as he held the door open for you. “How are you feeling?”

“I’ll feel better once I see him. I feel so bad Hoseok, I should have gone to see him sooner.” You were brought into a hug as you began crying again, uncontrollably so. “I feel so bad.”

“This isn’t your fault. You can’t tell if seeing him would have changed anything, you did as much as you could.” If you hadn’t been so upset you’d feel ridiculous about the way you were crying in from of him, you’d remember to tell him how grateful you were another day. “Let’s go and get that water okay?”

You nodded, bringing a hand up to whisk the tears away. “My mom knows who you are, she just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“That’s okay. I’ll tell her when we get back she doesn’t have to worry.” He pulled out some coins as you got to the vending machine, slipping them in before you could say anything. The waters dropping down the scute within seconds. “Here.”

“You really won’t get in trouble by the company for being here right?” You worried, for himself and partly for your job. “I wouldn’t want to get you into trouble.

He laughed, quietly as though not to disturb the natural silence of the hospital. “No, they don’t really care what we do in our private lives. As long as I don’t get seen doing something illegal then it’s fine.”

“So just no arson or murder, total normal activities for an idol.” You managed to choke up, his laugh a little louder this time.

“Unfortunately no.” He walked behind you as you headed for your seat, rounding to crouch next to your mom. “Eomma-nim?”

“Oh thank you Hoseok-ssi.” She took the water from his hands, thanking him once again before taking a sip.

“It’s okay, I wanted to say that you don’t have to worry about making me uncomfortable. I’m here as YNs friend, please don’t feel as though you have to monitor yourself to accommodate me.” You’d known from the day you met him that Hoseok was a great person, this only solidified that thought. The soft look on his face as he spoke to your mother only made you all the more grateful he was here in this moment.

“Thank you for being here and for being a friend to my daughter. I’ll try to be mindful to that, I’m still not up to all the news so forgive me if I speak inaccurate.” You felt a little better seeing the smile your mother wore. Hoseok went to open his mouth, stopping as the doctor approached you.

“Your father is awake, you’re welcome to see him if you’re ready?” He asked softly, looking from you to your mother.

“Eomma?” You asked, looking towards her as she nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes please take me to my husband.” She all but begged, pushing in front of you to follow the doctor.

You wanted so badly to jump on your father, hugging him until all felt right in the world but the abundance of wires connecting him to various machines prevented you so you settled for kissing him on the head. Whispering an I love you as he wrapped his hand around yours. Your mother copied you, resting as close as possible to the man as possible.

Your father had always been a strong man, he had carried you from the car or couch to your bed most nights, not just physically but emotionally. He rarely cried although he continuously encouraged your own emotions.

“Why is my daughter sad?” You choked a sob at his rough voice, you could hear the exhaustion in it.

“Just worried about you appa.” You smiled as best you could. “How do you feel?”

“I feel better now my lovely wife and daughter are here. Who’s that lurking by the door.” Even in this state your father was overly attentive.

“That’s hoseok-ssi you explained. A friend of mine appa, what have the doctors said?”

“Ah, I see.” He smiled. Looking towards your mother before smiling at you. “I’m okay for now. The doctor said I would need blood thinners but it was a relatively unserious heart attack. I was just being dramatic I wanted my daughter to come and see me”

“Appa!” You half cried and laughed. Squeezing his hand. “I’m here I’m not going anywhere.”

“That sounds everything but okay dear.” Your mother spoke, her eyes still red.

“The doctor said he would be back to explain it all better soon.” Your dad mumbled, brushing your hair from your face. “Your appa isn’t going anywhere for a very long time.”

“You scared us.” Your mother whispered, you felt her pain. It was the most terrifying moment of your life. “Im going to start making healthier meals, we will start taking walks. Those things are usually good right?”

Your dad sighed heavily. “Honey we can think about that later. For now I’m okay. Let’s wait for the doctor.”

“yn?” You turned to Hoseok who had come further into the doorway, you looked to your dad who only nodded back at you. You quickly let go of his hand, walking over to the rapper.

“Is everything okay?” You mustered hale a smile.

He nodded. “I’m okay, I just had a call there’s an issue at work.”

“It’s okay if you have to go, is there anything I can do?” You asked, wanting to pay him back for the kindness he had showed you.

“No it’s okay, I’m sure Hyung can fix it. It’s just a song not sounding right. I’ll tell Sejin-ssi what happened today, take the next few days with your family.” You wrapped your arms around him, the hug the only way you could thank him for not only being there but taking the time to put you first.

“Thank you so much for everything Hoseok. I promise to repay you in any way I can. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come today.”

He shook his head, hugging you back. “Don’t thank me, seriously.”

After a few minutes you released him from the embrace. “Let me know when you got to work okay?”

“I will. Take your time. You’re strong.” He gave you another smile before saying goodbye, you turned back wanting to be besides your dad for as long as possible.

Your mother mouthed a thank you to him, not speaking about the way he stood to watch you for a few more moments or the way his smile lingered on the corner of his lips as he eventually turned away.

That was none of her business.

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quartzalynlove · 11 months

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Dating Hobie Brown Would Include

Summary: various hobie x black fem reader hcs

A/n: this man yall...THIS MAN. Also listen I know very little abt British slang but I did my best-

He will pop up at your house at any hour

Early in the morning bc he wants to say hi

Going to take a little superhero break in your room

Or chilling with you at night

I think he would dabble in video games but if you're more into them than him he could sit and watch you play for hours

He likes stealing the job of your game chair and having you sit in his lap while you game

And omg don't be wearing his clothes he thinks you're so hot in his stuff

He'll just give you his clothes sometimes just to see you wear them

If you're also punk he'll give you so much gear

And probably get you two matching jackets and pins

You aren't entirely sure what his love language is

It's pretty much an even mix of everything

Insecurity is not an option around him

He'll either tell you how he loves you the way you are or how perfection is a construct of society to pressure people into conforming

He really can't believe that YOU are HIS

You're just so bad like a dream girl come to life

Calls you babe and sometimes "peng ting"

He almost never calls you by your name tho

He likes pda

His hand will always be on your thigh no matter where you're chilling

And he'll give a few cheek kisses in public

I feel like he'd be obsessed with just doing stuff to your hair

Give him a box of rubber bands and some beads or other accessories and he'll go ham

It's always really cute and unique so he's lowkey like a personal stylist

He also just knows how to do your hair in general

So if you don't feel like dealing with wash day you know who to call

He cannot cook or bake but he does have your regular orders from your favorite restaurants memorized and will surprise you with fast food

He'd do whatever for you in a heartbeat

Sometimes you don't have to ask he just knows

He acts as cool as he is all the time but you be having him mentally swinging his feet

You can tell by a lazy smirk he does or he'll just tell you

"You're actin' mad cute rn, peng ting"

Most of the time when he's gone he's just thinking about seeing you again

He will definitely bring you up in conversation at least once a day

Taught you how to play his guitar

He wrote a song about you that's his favorite to practice alone in his room

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crystalsnow95z · 6 months

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Halloween is my favorite holiday, so I decided to write a second story based on the season.

It's a whump this time. It's haunted a house because i simply adore them.

Tw: panic attack, fainting and the usual warnings for gore.

"Please, please tell me that's not where we are going!" Hoseok's eyes dilated when he saw the three story building in front of them, his voice coming out in a squeak. He had a feeling the Run BTS episode was going to be spooky because it was only days away from Halloween, and he was right..

"Oh wow! It's huge! Namjoonie hyung what does is it say? Asl..?" Jungkook points to the letters on the front.

"[Asylum..?]" Namjoon reads the word in English looks it up on his phone, then translates it to korean. "The place is called Alysa asylum."

The car pulls up to the building next to the other staff car with the other members. Yoongi was holding onto Jin's hand, looking up at the massive building. "It's huge.."

Taehyung was on his phone, seeing what he could discover about the massive building in front of them. "It says it used to be a real one, but when it got shut down it got turned into a haunted house a few years ago.."

"A real one?" Hoseok swallows nervously, trying to not look up at the giant brick building in front of him.

"Hello everyone! Welcome to Alysa asylum!" A teenager greets them, but the boys didn't recognize him as one of their staff members. "My name is David and I'm one of the staff here. It's an honor to have you here."

"1,2,3.." Namjoon counts, and the members do their greeting, bowing to David.

"I was really surprised when my boss said we were going to be opening an hour early because we had special guests coming.. I've been listening to you guys since I was 13 years old.."

"Thank you for supporting us." Jungkook smiles.

"It really means a lot." Jimin bows.

"I'm honored to meet you too." Taehyung adds in, bowing with Jimin.

"Ah..Let's get right to business.." David blushes, feeling embarrassed. "We're a little short on time. This haunted house usually takes 30 minutes on average to get all the way through. You get 4 flags to put on your body, but the location must be within reason. The actors will try to remove them from you while you make your way through the house. If you have at least one of your flags left by the end of the house, you'll get a refund usually.. but for this game each flag you have when you return will be a free ticket for a fan."

"What happens if you lose all your flags?" Hoseok asks in a small voice. "Do they steal you away?" His eyes dilated in fear at the thought of being dragged out of the building away from his members.

"Oh, nothing like that. Don't worry. You'll still be able to continue through it with the others, and they'll most likely lose interest in trying to scare you. They are just interested in removing the flags. Usually, once you lose all your flags, you protect people who still have some." David explained to the group.

Hoseok let go of the breath he wasn't even aware he was holding, jumping with a small sound when he felt something touch him.

"Hyung it was just me. I'm sorry." Jungkook quickly pulls away from Hoseok with a frown. He wanted to comfort him by putting his arm around him, but it had the opposite effect.

"Jaykay, I'm sorry. It's okay." Hoseok hugs him from behind. "It's not your fault I'm jumpy. I just don't like scary things."

"I'm scared too. It's okay to be scared." Yoongi admits, reaching for his hand. "We'll all stay together. It'll be fine."

Hoseok takes it,feeling the cold sweat forming in the palm of Yoongi's hand. "Yeah, it'll be fine." He echos, taking a deep breath. "Let's go before I change my mind.."

Taehyung helps Jungkook put a flag close to the nape of his neck, his longer hair making only a couple inches poke through. "There. That's the last flag. Everyone else has theirs, right?"

"Yeah, I'm all set." Jimin says, looking at the other members. "Namjoon-ah you're missing a flag.."

"Huh?" He looks around, finding it on the floor, bending to pick it up."Ah, here it is. It must've been the one I tried getting on my back."

"I'll get it for you." Jimin says taking it from him and putting it on the center of his back, making sure it stays on by adding another piece of tape. "Is that good?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Thanks Jiminah." Namjoon says checking on everyone. "Alright, they said we can go in whenever we are ready.."

Yoongi reaches for Hoseok's hand. "You sure you can do this?"

"Yeah, yeah, I can do this. It's for army.." Hoseok says with determination, taking a deep breath to push down his fears that tightened in his belly. "Just don't let go. Okay?"

"I won't." Yoongi swears, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Then I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Hoseok swallowed hard, watching Namjoon open the door. "Let's do this.."

The first room had a flashing strobe light, making it hard to make out what was in the room. Jin grabs onto Namjoons arm, looking around the room nervously.

"I don't see anything except fake spiders and fake blood.." Jin states, but he spoke to soon.

A woman with blonde hair wrapped in fake cobwebs that blended in with all the fake webs covering the room starts screaming as soon as they get close to her. "[HELP! HELP THEYRE GOING TO EAT ME!]" She says in a shrill voice speaking in English, a large robotic spider moving towards her.

Hoseok,Jin and Jimin all scream at the sudden new voice. Yoongi's eyes widen, clutching Hoseok's hand to his chest, the scream caught in his throat.

Jin puts his hand over his heart, frozen in place as she continues to scream for help. Jungkook pulls on his hand to get him moving again.

"Come on Jinnie-hyung, it's okay.." Jungkook jumped at the sudden sound, but it didn't scare him like the other members

Jimin clings to Taehyung's arm. "That scared me.. I thought my heart was gonna jump out of my chest." He takes a breath to try to calm his breathing.

"It's okay..I got you." Taehyung gave his hand a squeeze. "It's not real.."

Hoseok leaves first,pulling on Yoongi to try to escape, Jin following with Jungkook in tow, quickly avoiding the woman trying to grab at the flags.

"[So sorry. Gotta go.]" Taehyung leaves pulling Jimin with him, holding tightly so his clammy hand doesn't slip away. Jimin quickly grabs Namjoon’s hand to be sure he doesn't get left behind.

J-hope was disoriented in the next room, his heart throbbing in his chest already. The room was filled with fog, making him unable to know what he was into. "I don't want to be in front.." His voice comes out three octaves higher than usual, pushing Jungkook in front.

Namjoon rushes to Hoseok, standing close to him. "Hey.. hey its okay.. it's just actors. Take a deep breath.."

Hoseok takes a deep breath, but the moment he starts to feel a little better, he hears the sound of a chain saw, a masked man running towards them. He buries his face in Jungkook's shoulder, a high-pitched whine coming from him. He wanted to run, but his legs were frozen in place, knees locking in place, making his head spin.

Something is coming.. move...please move...

A small hoard of zombies enter from the rooms o on either side of the corridor, targeting the members going after the flags that glowed under the black light.

"[Run! Run don't let them get you!]" The man with the chainsaw calls out, cutting down one of the zombies, the fake saw touching it made the fake blood packets on the zombie burst, the fake blood dripping down as the zombie falls.

Jin takes off running, screaming as fright takes over, trying to escape the situation, his heart racing painfully in his chest. He keeps a firm grip on Namjoon’s hand, forcing him to flee with him.

"Hyung please, you're gonna make me fall!" Namjoon stumbles over his own feet. "Wait for the others!" He looked back to see if the others were following, only Taehyung running to catch up, quickly grabbing Namjoon's hand. "The zombies are blocking the others from following.."

"No, don't touch him!" Jungkook protects Hoseok from a female zombie who tries touching him, after the flag on his side,pushing the timid rapper away from her, in-between Yoongi and Jimin.

With the target moving, she targets Jungkook instead, pretending to bite his shoulder as she reaches for the flag on his chest. Jungkook quickly steps back to avoid her, tripping over Jimin’s foot, tumbling into him.

"Woah, I got you."Jimin puts his hands firmly on his shoulders, jumping when he hears Jungkook let out a small whimper. "What's wrong?"

"My foot bent weirdly, but I'm okay.. we have to get to the stairs.. we lost half the team.." Jungkook pulls Jimin and Hoseok ,ignoring the pain in his ankle.

Hoseok keeps his hand firmly clamped around Yoongi's wrist,pulling the older rapper with him. His breath came out in quick gasps, feeling light-headed as the mankae pulled him through to the next floor, leading them into a maze.

The sound of Jin's screaming somewhere in the maze only made Hoseok's blood run cold, terrified of what could be hidden within the walls, his stomach churning with anxiety. The rooms inside had different gruesome scenes but none of the actors left past the doorway, but he didn’t trust them, trying to look in every direction at once.The moment i turn away from them they'll chase me..

"Are you okay, Hoba? You're trembling.." Yoongi slowly wraps his arm around Hoseok, hugging him from behind. "It's okay.. Hyungie is with you. Let's just get out of this together."

Hoseok could feel Yoongi's heart pounding against his back. Yoongi is scared, too.. I'm slowing us down.. I need to pull myself together.. because I froze up, we got separated from the others..

"I'm..I'm sorry..it's my fault.." Hoseok's voice quivered, unshed tears shining on his lashes. His stomach twisted with both fear and remorse.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. We'll catch up with the others. It's not your fault you're scared. I'm scared, too. I couldn't get my legs to move to follow Seokjinie-hyung, Taehyungie, or Namjoon-ah, either. It's no big deal." Yoongi admits, trying to stay strong for the younger members.

Even though Jimin made no complaints about being scared, he could see the quick rise and fall of his chest as he took deep breaths to try to calm his nerves and Jungkook's eyes were darting around the rooms, trying to follow the built in maze walls to find the way out without finding a dead end.

"Ah Sh*t!" Jimin suddenly screams when a hand with Freddy Kruger's claw pops out from the painting of him grabbing a flag from his chest. Jimin covered where the hand touched, feeling his heart hammering against his palm, eyes dilated.

The sound of Jimin's screaming frightened Hoseok back to moving, eyes widening when he saw that they were surrounded by paintings and any of them could have a person hidden behind them.

The sound of several people laughing like they were insane made Hoseok start sprinting, trying to escape the sensory overload,swearing the whole way. The sweat made his hand slip away from Yoongi's, but when he saw a pale hand reaching for him from a painting, making him scream, going in a full-on run.

"Hyung, please, I can't keep up.." Jungkook winces, a soft moan escaping his lips when he steps hard on his injured ankle, unable to quickly turn corners, using thr wall to help support his weight, pushing on it while they ran. "It hurts.. I can't run hyung.." he tries to pull away from him, but Hoseok quickly grabs his wrist when he feels Jungkook pull away.

Hoseok didn't hear Jungkook's pleads over the sound of laughing, his nerves completely shot. All he was focused on was escaping the sound, squealing every single time a hand popped out of a painting.

"Don't pull Jungkook like that!"Yoongi calls to him,screaming when he feels something grab onto his elbow, removing the flag connected to it. "Hoba! Jungkook-ah! Don't leave us behind!" His voice comes out as a whine, grabbing Jimin's hand and pulling him to catch up.

Hoseok doesn't stop until he finds his way out, letting out wheezing coughs as he tries to catch his breath. He tries to lean against Jungkook but he loses his balance, Yoongi running to put his hand on the center of Jungkook's back to keep him from falling.

"Agh!" Jungkook lets a yelp of surprise, relaxing when he sees it was just Yoongi. "Aiish, you scared me.."

"Sorry.. Are you okay? You were limping.. did you get hurt?" Yoongi took the opportunity between rooms to look over the maknae, bending down to look at his ankle.

"Oh,it's fine, really. I think I bruised the bone when Hobi-hyung tripped over me." Jungkook forced himself to put pressure on it, giving him a forced smile as the pain shot up his ankle. "I can continue. Let's go find the others." Jungkook opens the door, going up the stairs.

"Here, lean on me.. don't put any more pressure on it.." Jimin wrapped Jungkook's arm around him, supporting his injured side as they made their way up the steps.

Hoseok's stomach wormed with guilt, nausea washing over him, grabbing onto Yoongi's hand. "I'm sorry Jaykay.. I didn't mean to hurt you.."

"It's not your fault. I was the one who tripped over you. Are you okay, Hyung? You're still shaking.." Jungkook tried switching the attention away from him to Hobi.

"You do look pale.. is this too much for you? You could take-" Yoongi's voice is cut off by the sound of the other group screaming.

"We have to get to them!" Jungkook says, ignoring his pain to rush to the others. It was hard to scare Namjoon and he's never heard him sound so scared. He had to be sure the others were okay, even if it was just a haunted house. What if they really got hurt in this old place? What if the floor gave in?

"Jungkook-Ah be careful! Your ankle!" Jimin yells, following after him. "I know you're worried, I am too, but you have to be careful!"

"W-what made them..them..all scream lik..like that?" Hoseok whispered the words, his voice trembling. The only thing that kept him moving forward was that Yoongi followed the younger members, and he couldn't imagine being alone in this place.

Hoseok clung to Yoongi's arm, his breath coming out in short whimpers. His vision was blurred, feeling his head swirling, struggling to keep on his feet. I feel so dizzy..but I don't want to be left behind..

"Yoongi..Yoon.i..I.." Hoseok tried to tell Yoongi how he felt,but he couldn't get the words out, gasping for breath. "I d.d..nt..w..ll.."

"Hoba,Hoba, you gotta breathe.. I can't understand what you're saying. Take deep breaths, okay?" Yoongi stops trying to keep up with the younger members, focusing on Hoseok. With the staircase only lit with black lights he couldn't tell if it was the lights or the fear that made Hobi's skin look ghostly white.

Hoseok tries to take a deep breath, but the echo of someone screaming somewhere in the building makes him tense up. "Was..was th..th.."

"Sh..Hoseok-ah! Look at me. Focus on me." Yoongi tilted Hoseok's chin to force him to look into his eyes, thankful for the dim lighting that hid bashful blushing. "Don't worry about whatever is going on there. You're going to pass out if you don't breathe.."

Hoseok takes a few deep,shaky breaths, clutching Yoongi's hands as if his life depended on it. He leans on Yoongi, keeping his eyes closed as he waits for the dizziness to pass.

Yoongi rubs his thumbs across Hoseok's knuckles, feeling his hands trembling underneath his fingertips. I have to get him out of here. This place is too much for him to handle..

"Hyung is everything okay?" Jungkook's voice from the top of the steps startles them both. The two younger members have just been waiting for them to follow before opening the door to the next floor.

"I don't think Hoba can continue.." Yoongi says looking at the rapper with concern, then back to Jungkook who was putting all his weight on one side.

"And Jungkook I don't think you should continue on that ankle.." Jimin adds in, seeing Jungkook balanced on one foot.

"No I'm fine, I can finish through. There's only one more floor. Please hyung? I want to see what scared the others.." Jungkooks eyes sparkled with curiosity. If they were hurt they would've shut down the attraction.

"There's..There's just one more floor..one more.. I can..I'm fine.. I'm fine.." Hoseok stifles a cough, his voice feeling hoarse from screaming. "It's fine we can keep going."

"Are you sure?" Jimin asks, looking between the two with worry. "Do you want me to carry you Jungkook-ah?"

"I don't think you can carry me for that long." Jungkook teases. "No I'm fine. Just no running."

Hoseok took another deep breath, opening the door to the next floor, being welcomed to a nearly pitch black room,the only source of light being the glow in the dark costumes of the actors coming out of the rooms and a glowing at the end of the hall he couldn’t make out at a distance

Glowing skeletons, ghosts, witch doctors, and clowns run towards them. Hoseok saw the flags on their bodies glow in the dark as well, knowing as long as they saw those they'd chase them until they made it to the exit or until no one had any flags left.

Hoseok took off running as soon as he saw them coming towards him, screaming until he couldn't anymore. He ran blindly through the dark, Yoongi following behind him.

Yoongi felt someone grab him, screaming in surprise at the sudden grab of a glowing skeleton, them ripping off the blue flag from his stomach.

"Hobi-hyung look out!" Jimin calls out when he sees someone get close to Hoseok

Hoseok felt his heart skip a beat looking behind him in a silent scream trying to call for his brothers. A woman in a glowing white dress grabbed him, by the shoulder, ripping off one of the flags from his body.

"[Woah are you okay?]" The woman felt Hoseok falling under her grip. "[Did you slip?]"

Hoseok doesn't reply, his heart working overtime, the terror making his breath come out in quick gasps,hyperventilating. His legs turned to jello as vertigo took over, falling forward into the woman.

"[Everyone stop!]" The woman yells,trying to gently lower Hoseok to the floor safely but unable to handle his weight."[Someone's fainted! Get the lights!]"

Hoseok felt someone stroking his hair, his eyes fluttering open to see who was touching him. He finds Yoongi's worried eyes staring back down at him. "Hoba.." he sighs in relief when he sees Hoseok staring back at him.

"Wh.. what happened?" Hoseok whispers hoarsely.

"You really scared me, Hoba.. all I could understand is that they said for everyone to stop and when I looked to see why you were on the ground." Yoongi hugged Hoseok to his chest. "Are you hurt anywhere? That woman said she lowered you down as gently as she could, but you still hit the floor.."

"I got a bit of a headache, and my throat hurts,but i'm okay." Hoseok reassures them with a hoarse whisper.

"Oh, thank goodness.. when I heard them scrambling around the room to turn on the lights and saw you laying in Yoongi-hyung's lap, I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest." Jimin sighs in relief.

"You should still get looked over just in case.. I feel awful that I wasn't there to help.." Jin admits, looking down at his hands.

"Ah.. what about Jungkook-ah?" Hoseok asks, looking for the mankae, noticing the wrap around his ankle. "Is it fractured?"

"I'm okay. I just twisted my ankle a bit.. I'll be out of practice for a few weeks, but it'll heal up fully." Jungkook wiggles his foot a bit. "It doesn't hurt unless I walk on it or bend it too far."

"That's good.. I'm so sorry, Jungkook-ah.." Hoseok gets to his feet, going over to Jungkook to hug him. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you.."

"It's not your fault. I'm the one who tripped over you." Jungkook squeezes him tightly. "I know you only wanted to continue through because of me. I'm sorry for being so stubborn.."

"That poor woman feels so bad about what happened.." Namjoon joins in the conversation. "She really scared me too earlier."

"Aiigo.. I probably scared her just as much as she scared me. I should apologize.. is she what made you scream?"

"No. There's two doors at the end of the hallway! One leads to a trap door. We fell down to the bottom floor where there's this landing mat. I thought the floor actually broke." Namjoon explains in a pout,making Hoseok giggle.

"It was terrifying! I thought I was gonna die.." Taehyung whines, squeezing Jimin's hand.

"That sounds amazing." Jungkook says eyes rounded with excitement. "I want to try again."

"You're insane." Jimin states, his stomach dropping at the thought of the floor giving in out of no where."That place was terrifying.."

"Remind me never to go there ever again.." Hoseok shudders at the thought.

"Don't worry, Taehyungie, joon-ah and Jungkookie can go, we can go find something else to do." Yoongi reassures him. "You don't have to ever go there again."

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