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aamalaaa · 1 year

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cold days/warm embraces

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: established relationship au, comfort, fluff, romance, oc has a cold and hobi takes care of them

warnings: well, oc is sick and dramatic

word count: 1.5k

a/n: ok so I’ve been very very sick these past few days and imagined the million ways Hobi would take care of his partner if they we’re sick, enjoy this fever induced drabble kekeke

This fucking sucks.

You’re lying in bed in a fetal position, hair in a tousled bun that’s barely hanging on while you clutch the soft satin covers in your tiny feeble hands.

You’ve been here for two days, barely managing to get out of bed to shower and brush your teeth. They said the cold season was harsh this year, they were right. If you were a little skeptical before, well you’re not anymore.

You feel like the pressure in your sinuses is so intense your head might explode at any moment.

But that’s not the worst. No, oh no.

The worst is the fact that you cannot. Stop. Sniffling.

So you lay in bed, whining and moaning about life and the harsh reality you find yourself in, sniffling harshly as you let a few drops of salty water slip past your tear ducts.

You may be a tad bit dramatic. You’re allowed to, this fucking sucks.

You throw another tissue in the garbage bin and lament weakly as you do so, bringing the covers up to your ears in a barely logical attempt to hide from the world.

That’s when you hear the front door open, the familiar creaking sound bringing you instant comfort.

“Kitten?”

You can make out the sound of a bag hitting the hardwood floor and the shuffling of winter clothes.

You reply with a quite frankly pitiful moan, that’s really the best you can do considering your current state.

There’s footsteps coming closer to the bedroom and you curl onto yourself even more, peeking out of the warm covers to glance at your boyfriend.

“Oh baby,” He coos, dropping onto the bed and sliding under the covers. He brings you flush against his chest and drops a soft peck onto your head of messy hair.

“Hobi,” You whine feebly.

He squeezes your delicate frame. “You’re not feeling any better than this morning are you?”

You pleadingly look into his dark brown orbs.

“No-“ You break out into a tiny cough.

He shushes you. “My poor kitten,” Another kiss is laid upon your head. “Don’t try to talk ok?”

You nod, curling into his loving embrace. It’s warm and comforting, just like him.

“Did you eat today? Have you showered?”

You shake your head no, intent on following his advice. You don’t need another fit of cough, you’re not sure your poor head could handle it.

“Can you get up and shower for me baby? You’ll feel better. I’ll make soup for you, your favorite.”

You clutch the front of his shirt, you don’t want to get out of his strong embrace. It’s bearable like this, as long as you’re in the hold of the strongest arms in the whole world.

But reality kicks in and your nose starts dripping against Hoseok’s shirt, much to your horror.

You push against his chest to the best of your abilities which earns you a cock of his eyebrows.

“Tissues,”

Hoseok breaks out into a fit of laughter and gives you a tissue while you glare menacingly at him.

Well you try to, because damn if that laugh isn’t the most beautiful sound in the entire world. Even your favorite songs cannot begin to compare to the melodious yet unhinged sound.

You dump the used material in the bin and turn towards your lover again, making grabby hands as you look into his laugh-crinkled eyes.

Hoseok coos softly before enveloping you once again in his tender embrace and you settle there.

It feels like a warm summer day, when you’ve stayed in the sun for hours and your skin feels hot and pliant. You can almost smell the warm air and coconut sunscreen if you close your eyes and inhale deeply.

But you can’t inhale deeply because your nose is stuffed and you let out a plaintive whine.

“Kitten..” Hoseok presses his tender lips on your rosy cheek. “Can you get up?”

“Maybe,” You croak out.

He caresses your tousled hair with his long slender fingers. “I’ll help you.”

And that’s how you find yourself in the shower for at least half an hour if not more, sitting on a little built-in bench as warm water soothingly trickles down your body. Your nose even manages to clear for a few minutes, and god, you really took inhaling through both nostrils for granted.

Never again.

You leisurely get out and Hoseok enters the bathroom with a fond smile on his face as he hears the sound of water stop.

You make to grab a towel but a dainty hand stops you halfway there.

“Let me,”

Your boyfriend thoroughly but gently dries you off, and you can’t help but blush. Yes, he’s seen you naked more times than you can count, and yes he’s seen you worse off, even held your hair a few times as you threw up after nights out.

This feels different though.

You don’t mind one bit.

He dries the excess water from your hair with a towel and wraps a soft cotton robe around you, helping you with both sleeves and tying it around your waist.

Then, he delicately brushes your hair, making sure not to hurt you in the process, and proceeds to blow dry it carefully, tickling you here and there as he does so to distract you.

And it works, you try to wriggle out of his embrace but he continues his merciless attack, dropping kisses on each side of your neck as he tickles your weakest spots.

You know the perfect remedy to a cold now, it's Jung Hoseok.

“Thank you..” Your voice comes out as a hoarse squeak.

The smile you get is absolutely blinding, so much so that you fear losing balance and tumbling down on the floor considering your weakened state. But the strong arm around your waist steadies you and you take a few tentative steps all the way up to your bedroom, Hoseok not leaving your side, not even for a second.

You notice that the bed is clean and made when you throw the covers aside to slip in. And when you do, the fresh smell of clean sheets embraces you in a comforting wave of jasmine and lavender haze.

You cocoon yourself and inhale as much as you can, almost purring at the sensations enveloping your senses.

You try to protest when Hoseok leaves the room but are soon filled with love and tenderness when he comes back just as quickly with a hot bowl of soup that he drops on the nightstand closest to your still form.

He pats your now clean locks tenderly before sitting on the bed and bringing you up in a sitting position, your back against his firm chest. “Try to eat a little bit please,” He murmurs soothingly.

And how could you say no to that.

Also, since you’re out of your lethargic daze, you do feel quite a bit hungry.

So you slurp loudly on the homemade soup, basking in the feeling of warmth engulfing you as you do so. And Hoseok keeps caressing your hair in a soft manner, watching you eat without saying a word.

Even though you’re sick and very dramatic about it, you feel so fucking grateful. So grateful to have such a kind and caring soul with whom you share a life with. The most honest and beautiful man, who takes care of you when you’re sick or tired without complaining, not even once. Who changes the sheets and prepares you soup while you whine and moan about having to take a shower

Hoseok gently takes the bowl from your hand and places it nearby while you slump down against him, satiated and very sleepy.

Your next words are slurred and barely audible. “I don’t deserve you, thank you..”

Hoseoke chuckles fondly and shuffles the both of you so you lay down on the bed, his front still pressed against you in a perfect spoon-like embrace.

“I don’t deserve you, you little baby.”

You nuzzle his wrist and quietly purr. You haven’t felt this content since you woke up this morning.

“Nu-uh, I don’t.” You weakly protest.

You can almost feel your boyfriend rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

“Do you really wanna argue about this now?” He giggles quietly.

You ponder on it a bit, a pout slowly forming on your red slightly chapped lips. “No, I’m tired..”

You feel the soft press of lips against the back of your head and wiggle further into Hoseok’s warm embrace.

“Do you want to sleep?” He murmurs against you.

Your pout deepens.

“Do I really have to?”

Another fit of carillon-like chortles.

“You do baby.”

“Ok then.” You sigh dramatically. “But stay here, please?”

Hoseok nuzzles closer before whispering tenderly,

“Of course, big baby. I took tomorrow off too. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You slap his arm. “Who ‘you calling a big baby?”

“You, big baby,” He teases before swinging his leg above you and hooking it around your own pair of legs.

You huff out in feigned annoyance but still lay a delicate kiss on his inner wrist. “Big baby wants to sleep now.”

“Good, then sleep Kitten.”

a/n: here’s the link for my general taglist<3

gen taglist: @bwormie @fragmentof-indifference

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likeastarstar · 2 years

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the text drabbles with ama hobi…aur…

sorry if you're anti-daddy 🥴 I am too for the most part but sometimes....idk sometimes it hits...

(for context: let's say Hobi's in Chicago for lolla and OC stayed back bc of work. also let's pretend he has an iphone.)

can be read as a stand-alone!

"Show me this one with the pink heels," Hoseok bossed, cute face taking up most of your phone screen.

"You're sure it's not too short?" You asked quietly, pulling at the hem.

Hoseok wasn't kidding when he said he went shopping. You still weren't used to his rich and expensive ways, absolutely astounded when you walked into the apartment you shared with him to a million boxes with fancy packages and flouncy bows littering your hallway.

"Babe, you look so good- I'm debating canceling my set just to fuck you levels of good." He assured.

"I'm surprised you got all my measurements right," You mumbled, ignoring his flair for the dramatic.

He smirked, propping his phone up on something so you had a good view of him leaning back into the couch, manspreading wide with his hands thrown behind his head. You froze, halfway through the process of switching between two pairs of the highest heels you had ever seen to watch him settle in to enjoy the show- you.

"I know your body like the back of my hand, what can I say?" He flirted shamelessly, making warmth spread in your belly.

Man, it's been a long time since the two of you had gotten to have sex. You raised an eyebrow at him, taunting him with an unspoken dare.

"I love shopping for you- dressing you up in expensive shit like a doll." He sighed, hand creeping closer to his inner thighs.

You bit your lip, letting out an airy sigh, "Did you happen to buy any lingerie? You did say you wanted me to try on everything, right?"

His smirk deepened and he made a happy little noise, "Pink box- big white bow. Keep the heels on."

masterlist.

#bts drabble #bts timestamps #bts fic #bts smut #hoseok au #hoseok one shot #jung hoseok smut #hoseok drabble #hobi x oc #hobi x y/n #hobi fic #hobi x you #bts smau #hobi smau

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softbobamilktae · 2 years

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Trust the News

Pairing: Idol!Hobi x OC

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: none

Summary: Hybe is in shambles after Hobi and Yuna’s relationship gets leaked, but Yuna isn’t as worried as she should be.

Although it was not preferred, news of any of the boys so much as touching a girl he wasn’t directly related to was likely to make the top column in just about every news paper across the globe. Because of this, going on dates at all seemed to be a struggle, especially if they wanted to keep the girls safe. The only problem with this seemed to be that…well, going on dates without being seen was hard, even in a private area.

So far, most of the guys’ relationships had been outed. Now, the fact of whether or not people actually believed the news was definitely a question that always hung over everyone’s head, but generally it was clear after a few times of being caught in precarious situations that the rumors were true. A dating allegation between a pair once? Eh, probably just someone extremely over analyzing something. A dating allegation between a pair five times? Ok, yeah, they’re probably dating or at the very least close friends.

There were quite a few fans who didn’t care about the rumors. They just wanted the boys to be happy, and if that happiness came from dating, then so be it. On the other hand, there were also many fans who seemed to think they owned the guys, and any hint at them dating was a sure way to get anger stirring.

Yuna had been through dating scandals many times. Although she wasn’t an idol, she was known for getting caught with various male idols over the course of past ten years. She should’ve known better than to let these guys ask her out on dates, but she was living every girl’s dream of dating some of the most famous men in all of South Korea. Yuna had never been known by name, though. She had simply been known as Ms. Heartbreaker since she was seventeen.

The first time had been an honest mistake. She’d been caught on a date with an idol a few years older than her, and the media had blown it way out of proportion. That had been before she’d earned her nickname. It had been thoroughly terrifying to have the people of the world know who she was, but nothing had happened.

But then, a couple years later, her mother had started working for an entertainment company, and the boys had been all over her when she’d visited her mom at work. One after another had invited her out for dinner, and Yuna wouldn’t pass up free food.

She really should’ve, though.

Five weeks in a row, her face had been on the front page of some magazine or newspaper, and while the world saw her as a gold digger, the boys had seen her as an easy date. It had taken her years to realize how awful it made her feel to date a guy for a week just for some free food and kisses, but she’d done it anyways until her mom had gotten a new job.

And then, she’d been closed off for three years. Sure, she’d spoken to Tae, but the friendly man had never seemed to be a threat to her. He was more interested in avoiding every offer for coffee than trying to date her.

Eventually, Hobi had come along. Yuna had taken an immediate liking to him, but she wasn’t about to admit that to anyone. Idols were off limits. She wasn’t going to make another newspaper. Not like this.

The bad thing was that Hobi seemed to like her too, and every single one of his friends made it their personal mission to get the two of them together. Ok. Whatever. Big deal. She’d just avoid all of them.

Except that that had gotten increasingly harder to do after she’d realized how many of them there seemed to be.

She’d caved eventually, and the newest scandal had truly been her fault. Esme had completely lost her mind after seeing a headline pinned to one of the cork boards at the office. Who used cork boards and read paper newspapers these days anyways?

Yuna couldn’t bring herself to care about the headlines. It was a blurry photo of her and Hobi kissing on the Moonboat ride at Lotte World. Frankly, you couldn’t even fully tell if it even truly was the two of them. Of course, she knew it was, but she wasn’t going to admit that to whoever had written this headline. Her only guess was that someone had seen the two of them before they’d gotten on the ride and followed. She’d known what she was getting herself into when she’d kissed him on that ride, and this was the first time she was at peace with her name being written next to someone else’s.

This hasn’t been the first scandal to break around BTS this year. Honestly, the media was running out of creative headlines. Yoongi’s relationship with his fiancé had been announced only a few months earlier, only they’d misinformed the public of the couple’s relationship status. Jin’s relationship had been subtly hinted at by a few people, but no one had enough information to come out and say that he was dating someone. And then there was Namjoon and Esme. Somehow the explanation of her being a distant relative from Europe that they’d given long before BTS was a big enough name to make national news had been enough to shut the media down. They didn’t look related in the slightest, but that statement and her Asian ancestry had been enough to make the media question themselves. They didn’t need to know that she was actually part Japanese and not Korean.

Unsurprisingly, this was the most serious scandal Yuna had wound herself up in. She’d mostly just been known in Korea before, but this had made national news, and the internet being the internet, far more people announced their grief than Yuna could see. Her Twitter was deleted for the day. Or maybe forever. She’d decide in a few weeks.

Maybe part of the reason Yuna was so unbothered was because of how bothered everyone else seemed. She wasn’t used to other people being upset about these things on her behalf, but rather, upset at her for putting herself in that situation. She could see Tae in the corner of the room typing furiously on his phone, and Esme was pacing the room as she yelled at someone over the phone. Hobi was nowhere to be seen. By accounts of the other guys she concluded that he was probably very calmly but angrily having a conversation with someone. As happy as Yuna was to feel secure enough in a relationship to not care about this, another part of her was wondering just how the public as a whole would react. She’d seen opinions here and there on Twitter, but she hadn’t opened the app since that morning.

Hobi finally marched into the room a few minutes later.

“We got it dealt with. All of the major news outlets have taken the article off their websites. It doesn’t undo the damage, but it will likely stop a few people from seeing it. Honestly, you can’t see our faces well, so if we say it wasn’t us, there’s no evidence that it was us.”

Yuna was feeling the tiniest bit guilty for causing this whole situation now. Hobi sat next to her.

“How are you doing?“

“I’m fine,” she admitted smoothly.

Hobi sighed. “I’m glad. I wasn’t sure how you’d feel because of…past instances.”

She nodded and shrugged. “This was my fault. I knew what I was doing that night.”

He hummed and combed her hair away from her face. “Still, people need to learn how to give us privacy.”

“Still. I shouldn’t have done that in public.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s dealt with now.”

She glanced up at him. “I know. But…still.”

He kissed her forehead. “No buts. How about we go get some lunch?”

She smiled. “Not in public?”

He laughed “Who do you take me for?”

This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here

A/N: this was supposed to be posted like two or three weeks ago and I didn’t write the last line so 🙃

It would be greatly appreciated if you reblogged the story if you liked it!

Taglist: @jiminie-and-his-pinky-finger @jinnie-forthe-winnie @fly-you-dam-fools @aianloveseven @thornedswan @kookstempo @armys-dna

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vrisrezis · 10 months

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Atsv characters realizing they’re in love with you

Gwens on the verge of tears, it’s the first time you’ve ever seen her like this in all the time you’ve known her. You’ve known gwen for almost your entire life, and never once have you ever seen her in such a state of affairs.

You suppose it’s reasonable, she lost Peter and she thinks she lost her father forever, the only other people she ever had. And then there’s you. Somebody she felt such deep emotions for even if she was unaware how deep they ran.

There’s so many emotions and so many thoughts running through her head, when she sees you for the first time in what feels like years.

You don’t say anything.

You stare at her, the state she’s in.

Your movements are slow and meticulous, calculated. And she wonders if you’re doing that because you’re cautious, because you’re scared of her.

“I don’t know what dad told you.” fear drips from her vocal cords, “but I promise you,” she’s desperate, wanting your touch so badly but fearing you truly saw her as a monster too, “I would never, ever, kill Peter.”

the building you’re both on, feels so much darker than it really is. It feels like she’s revealing herself to her dad for the first time all over again. She wants to cave in on herself but she fights every need to push you away because she needs you in her life.

“And believe me, I wanted to tell you! I did! I really did!” she tries desperately to explain, finally letting a tear slip out.

As soon as she let one go, it became a waterfall of tears.

“I love you.” she says, voice barely above a whisper, taking you both by surprise.

She realizes what she said, but she doesn’t dwell on it for much longer. Because she realizes, finally, what she said was true.

And now that she finally knows what it is she’s truly been feeling for you all these years, it hurts even more to look at you and not know what you could possibly think about her. She wishes she knew what was going through your head, she wishes she could just tell what you were feeling by searching your face but she just can’t find anything. She doesn’t know what you make of this. She doesn’t know if she’s going to lose you today.

“Please.” she feels her lips wobble, she knows she’s going to completely break down if you don’t say something, anything, in the next minute.

All she’s met with is more silence.

Miles knew he had a crush on you, sure. That simply made sense, it was common knowledge to anyone that wasn’t an idiot. Well, except you. But miles didn’t think you were an idiot, just maybe oblivious. It’s not like he minded, he was grateful that he liked the one, singular person in this very world that was oblivious enough to not catch onto Miles’s adoration for you.

Miles talked about you a lot, admittedly. His parents were naturally happy he had found an actual friend that wasn’t away, that wasn’t ganke, and that clearly made him so happy. In fact, Rio mentions how she’s never seen her son so happy to talk about somebody. She had teased him a few times, and although miles tried to deny it, both her and Jeff knew he liked you a little bit more than a friend should. Though, a little bit is a stretch. He liked you a LOT more than a friend should.

And man, when you finally met them. Ohhh boy.

Miles had tried to prevent it for so long, in fear his parents would embarrass him, even worse if they didn’t like you. But he had been delaying the inevitable long enough, and the time had finally came.

In the past, Rio had teased him about being in love. Of course, miles denied the fact. He had a crush sure, but love? That’s a lot, isn’t it?

But seeing you interact with his parents, getting along with them so well. Even with his dad?

He just can’t stop staring, and while normally Rio would be concerned, she simply walks over to her son with a knowing smile.

“I think Im in love.”

“I know, mijo”

Hobie had a rough day, to say the least. Being spiderpunk, spiderman, was tough. And as much as he complained about it, he was perfectly content with the way he went on living. Especially since it had given him the power to protect you, and fight for his beliefs.

But regardless it was sometimes a painful experience, being spiderman. The gash on his side wasn’t too huge, but was deep enough to cause him pain anytime he walked. Swinging around wasn’t much better.

He decided to swing by your place, since it was closer to him and while he hated the idea of bothering you while he was in this state, hated the idea of worrying you, he knew it was the best option if he wanted to get back to fighting as quick and as painless as possible.

He lets himself in through the window, as always. He walks over to your hunched over form at your desk, peeking over. “Biochem?” he asked aloud, and you, unbothered, simply nod. “Yknow you should really start locking the window sweets.” he says with a grin, and while you’d normally be annoyed by his remarks, you notice a strain in his voice that makes you look up at him.

You’re quick to stand up, “hobie! Jesus what happened to you!?” you said, ushering him into your bathroom so that you can get your first aid kit.

He sits down on the toilet, before shrugging. “Stuff..”

you’ve fixed him up before, but this was a little different. There was a change in your demeanor. It wasn’t out of this world for you to worry for him, but this felt vastly different this time around.

You were so kind, so gentle with him.

In his mind, he’s undeserving.

The warmth of your hands on him, was the only thing he could think about. Not even the pain of literally being stabbed could compare to how electrifying your touch felt.

Perhaps it was the blue led lighting in your bathroom or the loss of blood but, you looked so beautiful right now.

“I think I love you.” he whispers quietly, staring into your eyes.

Staring back, you can’t help but think you love this idiot too.

Pavitr is an idiot when it comes to romance, whether he likes to act like he’s good at it or not. He is not as smooth as he pretends to be. He realizes this anytime he tries to shoot his shot at you. He fumbles with his words and has to come up with some excuse as to why he needs to leave in that exact moment, immediately. Even pretending to flirt with his best friend, gayatri, doesn’t work. He does it so well with her, but when it comes to you he just cannot articulate his words. He finds himself totally lost.

It doesn’t take an idiot to figure out his feelings for you are strong, and that his feelings go deeper beyond friendship. You seem to be the only moron in all of mumbattan that hasn’t noticed, and he’s not sure if he’s grateful or in great agony.

One of the biggest reasons he was so obvious about how he liked you, was shown through how clingy he was. Physical affection is his love language, after all. But it goes beyond that, he always finds himself wanting to spend time with you. He even insists on walking you home even when his house is in the opposite direction, his excuse being that he wants you to get home safely despite being in broad daylight. It’s still a dangerous world out there, is his reasoning.

But it’s been so long since he last walked you home. When you were kids, he did it all the time. As you grew older, the tradition seemed to stick but as he became spiderman this occurrence became less frequent. It’s been months since he’s been able to do this.

The sun is bright, but it hits your face perfectly. And he can’t help but think you look like some ethereal god. Given his line of work, he doesn’t think it would be that weird if you were one.

He feels like he can’t breathe, and he doesn’t even realize its cause he’s way too focused on you, every little feature. Your hair, eyes, your nose, cheeks, mouth. Anything he could possibly look at on your face, he’s looking. He’s not listening to a word you’re saying, he watches your lips move but he cannot catch a damn thing. The grip he has on his bookbag becomes tighter, his face feels hot and he wants to say it’s because of the sun but he knows that’s not true. God, has your laugh always been so pleasant to the human ears? Or was that just him?

His lips move, before he even has a chance to stop the words from coming out, like word vomit.

“God I love you”

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qirarey123 · 6 months

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Finally made a proper character sheet for my spidersona 🩰💖

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bangtaninborderland · 2 years

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JHS: Twisted Feelings

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: idolljhope x fem!reader, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, ongoing series

Warning: none for this chapter!

A/N: l i in no way own bts and this is purely a story of fiction! Please as always share your thoughts and leave a like if you enjoy! Thank you for reading my work and I hope you all have a beautiful day! I will take stabled and request/questions for this couple! If you’d like to be tagged as new chapters come out please let me know!

Ch.01 < Series Masterlist > Ch.03

It had been a week since your first encounter with Hoseok and Namjoon, Na-Rae had asked a thousand questions and by now everyone in the office had heard about it, people you had never interacted with had even began to ask you what it was like to be in the same room with you and as always you gave the standard answer of “It was fine just like with any other idols.”

You couldn’t have been more excited for today to have come, it was Thursday, the one day you got to have off work, or so you thought until your work phone rang. Usually you’d ignore it but seeing as it was your managers name flashing up on the screen it wasn’t something you wanted to make a fuss out of.

You let out a breathe of air before answering. “Hello?”

“Ah finally I was afraid you’d be sleeping all day.” Your manager scoffs, you can practically hear her rolling her eyes.

“It’s my day off today, is there something I can help with?” You try your best to sound friendly but this week had already been stressful enough.

“I had a call from a manager in the hybe building asking if you’d mind coming in for a meeting. I told them it was your day off but they insisted that it was a meeting you should attend.” She hummed the other end of the phone.

It was rare for a translator to be called in to a company, you’d be lying if you said you wasn’t curious. “What time?”

Ji-sung laughed. “I thought you’d respond with that, be here by 12. I’ll let them know you agreed.”

You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone, you had wanted to say no but as always your curiosity won. You threw the scrunched up sheets off your body before heading towards the shower.

You wasn’t sure what the meeting was about or who it was with but either way you didn’t want to seem unprofessional.

It didn’t take you long to finish getting ready and leave, thankfully the building you worked at wasn’t too far and you enjoyed the walk.

Na-Rae and Ji-sung were waiting in the reception for you.

“You took so long.”

You shot a glare at Na-Rae who silently laughed at her own comment. You would get her back for it later.

“This way.” You follow your manager into the same room you had gone into the day you had your first interview for the job here.

Although Ji-sung wasn’t the youngest she was definitely well for her age, her fast pace nearly put you to shame, you had never been one for physical activity.

You watched as she reached for the handle to the door and you knew this would be your last chance to ask. “Sajangnim, do you know exactly what this is about? I didn’t want to be rude and decline but it is my day off.”

“I believe it’s about the people you met last week, come to my office whenever you’re done.” You bow to her as she leaves, you push the door open only to be met with a familiar smiling face.

“Thank you for meeting with us today.” The unfamiliar man greeted you, his hand pointing towards an empty chair.

You greet him quickly before taking a seat. “It’s my pleasure.”

“You’re probably guessing why I asked to meet with you.” You turn your head towards him and he gives you a soft smile.

“Yes I am.” You agreed.

You watch as the man you guess to be another manager slides a document towards you. “The last time I was here we talked about how I wanted to learn English, I’d like you to teach me.”

“You’d what?” Your widened your eyes shocked at the sudden proposal, you was sure if you had a mouthful of water you would have done a spit take.

“I think you’d be great.” He says again, his voice quieter this time.

You look over the document, it was a full job offer, employee benefits, shift times, pay rates, everything. “Hoseok-ssi I already have a job.”

You watch as the smile on his face fades a little, his eyes flick towards the other man. “We spoke to your manager, she said your contract would be up within the year.”

You nod towards him. “Yes that’s true but I was planning to renew it or maybe take some time to write, I really don’t think I’d be any good at teaching.” You explain, surely this wasn’t really happening.

“Well don’t decide right now, take the contract home, read it, think about it and call the number on the contact sheet when you decide.” Hoseok looks at you as he speaks, his eyes fixed on yours. You didn’t get any easily but it was impossible to deny that he was good looking.

You thought for a moment, they was right about your contract ending soon and as much as you wanted to write you knew you wouldn’t have the money to do it. Teaching Hoseok would be double the pay you get now, you’d be stupid to completely decline without at least considering it and talking to your parents.

“I’ll think about it, is there a deadline I need to have an answer for?” Your question is directed towards the other man but for some reason your eyes find themselves stuck on Hoseok.

“I’ll give you a week to decide, that should be enough time for you to have all your necessary discussions. The number on the contact list is mine, I’m Kim Jaesang.” He points to the paperwork in your hand and you nod at him.

Before you could respond the older man’s phone begins to vibrate, he looks at you both before excusing himself leaving you and Hoseok in the room alone.

“Are you ready for the awards on Saturday?” He asks, his gaze settling onto your hands.

You nod at him. “My part is all finished, I could ask you the same thing.”

He laughs lightly as he begins to respond. “It always feels different retuning to the stage after a break but in a way it’s like a home away from home, I can’t wait to see Army.”

“That’s your fans name right?” You ask, wanting to at least seem interested, the truth being you wasn’t.

You watch as the small smile turns into a wide grin across his face “More like family.”

“That’s sweet. It’s great to see that you care for them, most idols aren’t as sincere.” You explain, although it seemed like a harsh comment it was true.

“Me and the others we always try to be as honest as we can be. We can’t share everything but we try to not hide things either. Army supports us so it’s only right we do the same.”

You could see the passion in his eyes and in all honesty it made you respect him more, to be at the top and still care for the people who got you there is a honourable thing. You would need twenty hands to count how many times you had heard idols bashing their fans.

“Hoseok-ssi I was wondering why you chose me for this, I mean I have no teaching qualifications?” You ask, your eyes fixed on the document.

He lets out a breath. “I think you’re kind and you didn’t make me feel like an idol, only like a person.”

“You are a person.” You laugh.

“I am but most of the time people don’t see me as Hoseok they see me as Jhope a member of BTS. You was more focused on getting your job right then impressing me and Namjoon and that doesn’t happen often either.” You watch as he spins the ring on his finger.

You didn’t know if it was nerves or a habit but It wouldn’t be the first time an idol got married and hid it.

“I can understand that somewhat, I can’t imagine how difficult it must be to be seen as an image rather than a human but me working is different, that doesn’t mean I’ll be good at teaching you English and I wouldn’t want to be responsible for teaching you badly.” You sigh.

“I don’t think you’ll teach me badly and if it doesn’t work out you won’t be forced to stay, the contract is flexible so you’ll have time to write if you wanted too. We already have a translator but there’s 7 of us and she can’t be with each of us at a time so maybe you could do that too, we could all have a meeting if you’d like?” You didn’t want to laugh but the way he rushed the words out was cute.

“I need a little time to think about it but I will definitely consider it.” You finish your sentence just as the door open and Jaesung walks back in.

“Everything okay in here?” He asks closing the door behind him.

“Yes it’s great, I have to go and talk to my manager but it’s been great meeting you and thank you for this opportunity, I’ll let you know by next week.” You quickly say your goodbyes before leaving Hoseok and Jaesung in the room.

The day had already seemed long and you could practically hear your bed calling your name. You headed towards your managers office successfully making it half way before Na-Rae managed to stop you.

“What happened in there?” She asked rocking back on her heels.

You rolled your eyes at her pulling her aside away from the other staff. “They offered me a job to teach one of the members English.”

“THEY WHAT?” You winced as Na-rae screamed.

“Shush!!” You whisper in a hushed voice pushing your hand over her mouth.

“I’m sorry, I just… wow.. that’s amazing” you heard her mumble, thankful she had quietened.

“It could be but I didn’t accept I told them I’d think about it.” You explained flashing the contract at her.

She hit your arm and you jumped back. “Hey! What was that for?”

“You have the greatest opportunity and you told them you’d think about it? Did you trip and loose brain cells today?” She asks, her eyes wide.

“No but I have more than just me to consider, I have to talk to eomma and appa about it. I can’t just accept a job that comes with both travel and a move.” You reason with her.

She stands still for a moment before sighing. “You’re right but this would give you time to write, I’m guessing you’d get more money there too.”

“Money isn’t everything.” You remind her and she rolls her eyes.

“Money isn’t everything oh I’m so special.” She dramatically copies you and giggle.

She leans forward, her eyes trying to read the contract. “So what member was it?”

You pull it closer to you and slap her hand away. “I’m going to find Ji-sung before she pulls her hair out waiting.”

“Yeah she’s scary enough as she is, I think I’d have nightmares if she was bald too.” You don’t know wether to laugh or take her words seriously but either way you don’t pay them too much attention.

You give her a quick hug before continuing your journey “I’ll call you later.”

“You better!” She shouts back as the elevator doors close.

You wasn’t a fan of elevators, you had gotten stuck in one as a kid but for once you was happy to be inside of one away from everyone and everything. Even just for a few seconds.

You took a deep breath just as the doors opened, the top floor only had offices for the most important people at the company, your manager included. You knocked on her door and waited to be called in.

“So what happened.” She asked, pressing her hands together on top of her desk.

You bored to her before taking a seat. “They offered me a job but I’m guessing you knew that because they knew my contract would end in a few months.”

She nods at you. “It’s because your contract is nearly over that I’m going to say this to you, you work hard, you’re smart and your degree and experience is far higher than this place requires, you settled for this job. You can and should do more, I made sure they would pay you more than we can here.”

“But why?” You ask, confused.

“Because I’m going to be leaving next year too, you do the jobs of everyone in your section, along with your own. You’re great at your job but you’re wasting your time here.” She looks at you, her face more serious now then ever.

“Thank you Sajangnim. I don’t know what to do.” You tell her.

“Im not telling you this as your manager but I think you should take it but do it for yourself. If you decide you want to take it there’s another translator who handed in their application a few days ago, they can take over your role. Take tomorrow off and have a think” She explains, settling one of your worries.

“I’m going to have a think about it but thank you for recommending me for the job.” You turn to leave before you hear her clear her through.

“Oh I didn’t recommend you y/n, Hoseok called in here asking for you.” You turned to see her smiling, nodding towards the door.

You didn’t say anything further before leaving, it wasn’t until you was outside that you felt like you could breathe again, had you really been that nervous?

The words of everyone swirled around your mind and for once you had no idea what to do, so you called the one person you knew would be there no matter what.

The phone rings twice before the call connect.

“Eomma I have a situation, I’m coming home.”

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xstarsmvxz · 9 months

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ➬ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

Hobie brown who has your face pushed so hard into the pillow you can hardly breathe. His lengthy cock pushing deep inside you before he drags it out once again, causing a lewd squelching sound to echo throughout his apartment room. You’re gasping for air, hoarse and whiny moans leaving your plump lips as he ruts into you, grabbing a handful of hair with one hand and with the other he grabs your wide hips for support. By the time the both of you have came too many times to count, he finally pulls out of your abused cunt, watching as a rope of thick white liquid mixed with yours slowly drips out of you and onto the sweat and cum stained sheets. Your ass stays stuck up in the air, your back arched and face still pushed hard into the soft pillow as you desperately try to catch your breath. “One more time.” He mutters before grabbing your hips and roughly taking you once again.

Miguel O’hara who has you bent over a desk in the spider hq, holding your hands behind your back as he strokes your hair with his free hand, telling you - no, demanding you to be quiet. You bite your bottom lip as you try to stifle your moans, only letting out small whimpers and breathy whines as the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin can be heard around the empty office. Your stretched pussy squelches with every thrust, juices dripping down Miguel’s cock as you push your ass further onto his pelvis, arching your back as if you’re trying to tease him even further. He mutters something along the lines of “you asked for this” before he firmly grabs your waist, roughly turning you over to face him before he plunges you back onto his cock, thrusting into you as if there’s no tomorrow as he toys with your sensitive nipple between his fingers.

aged up! Miles morales who honestly has no experience, letting you guide him as you wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face into his shoulder as you loudly moan, slowly riding his huge virgin cock. He’s letting out small whimpers and breathy moans into your ear, trying his very best to suppress the noises until you tell him not to stop and begin to bounce on his dick even faster, the sound of your ass clapping against his thighs can be heard as he leans against the gaming chair, throwing his head back as he lets out a pleasured moan, egging you on even further as you chase yours and his own release.

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pleaktale · 3 days

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(old) sketchbook pages d(^-^)

Melissa is my oc!

#hobie brown #spider punk #across the spiderverse #atsv #hobie spiderverse #drawing #astv miles #earth42 miles morales #miles morales #earth42 miles #bleak's drawings #oc x canon #into the spider verse #itsv #spiderverse fanart #sketchbook #sketches #gwen stacy #spider gwen

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havocskies · 3 months

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my roman empire is when i saw a hc on here that hobie has a FETISH for white girls. excuse me ?? pardon ?? keep him away from me then the fuck 🙁 what makes u think hobie wouldn’t be for ALL the girls n guys

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eternalfics · 3 months

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hobie brown as your boyfriend !!

a/n: so.. I’m back andd you guys are so obsessed with saiki (I blame writers for not writing him 😒) andd I just wanted to try something new yk?? ANYWAY I LOVE HOBIE BROWN FR FR 😍😍 oh yeah and it was my birthday yesterday so yk 😘

summary: basically the caption ❤️

he likes pda, but he won’t go crazy on it. after all, what if you don’t like pda that much? or maybe you don’t like physical touch that much. you have to know boundaries at times.

pavitr already saw it coming, you can’t tell me otherwise. he smelt the obvious love in the air 😘

speaking of pavitr, you and him are best buddies fr. he’s tells you all the gossip, rumours spread? he’s telling you. he saw a little kid throwing a tantrum in a shop? he’s telling you. of course hobies gotta know too.

he would let you paint his nails too, I hc that he paints them black. but he would let you paint them any colour! especially if your a pink type of person, colours don’t have genders.

you would join his sleepovers with gwen! of course if she’s comfortable about it.

if you are a spider person, you guys like to piss off miguel together. when I mean “you guys” it’s mostly hobie but sometimes you like to tease him too, hobie encourages you too since miguel mostly scares people by yelling at them 😨

he plays his guitar around you and asks you a lot about what’s your favourite song or do you like the tune that he’s playing right now. he’ll especially learn your favourite songs and play it to you just to see your happy expression!

speaking about his guitar, he wouldn’t really let you touch it like he dosen’t to anyone else in the first weeks. but however, in the first few months he’ll let you touch as much as you want he’ll be cautious if your clumsy though 🤨.

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softbobamilktae · 2 years

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Moonboat

Pairing: Idol!Hobi x OC

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: none

Summary: Hobi takes Yuna to Lotte World for a date.

Amusement parks were not Hobi’s thing. There were many things he enjoyed, but the feeling of plummeting to the ground was not one of them. And that was just about all amusement parks had to offer. So, how had he found himself at Lotte World?

Yuna had been asking him to go with her for months. She loved amusement parks, and apparently it had been a while since she’d visited one. Being the good boyfriend, Hobi had offered to take her despite his dislike for them.

Yuna was scarfing down a massive corn dog as Hobi studied the map of the park. Most of the rides were tame. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad…

“I want to go to the Gyro Swing first!”

“The what?”

Yuna pointed across the park at a massive spinning disk as it swung through the air. Hobi’s eyes widened. He was wrong. Today was going to be bad.

Yuna finished the rest of her corn dog way too quickly, and then she was dragging him across the park. Hobi was really regretting agreeing to this. He’d thought that maybe they could do the little rides. Really, those would be nearly just as bad, but at least he’d still be close to the ground. The Gyro Swing looked like the worst ride in the whole park.

Hobi had never seen Yuna so giddy as the two of them stood in line.

“I’ve always wanted to try this ride! The lines were too long last time I was here, so I haven’t gotten to try it yet.”

Hobi was wishing she’d gotten to ride it the last time she was here just so that he didn’t have to. He was happy to see her so excited, but he was already nauseous. The ride was going to make that so much worse. He wasn’t sure why she was about to brave this ride with a full stomach.

Their whole relationship thus far had been about sacrifice. Yuna was unlike any of the girls Hobi had ever dated, and he had to be very careful with her. It seemed to him that any wrong step would push her away, so he was very watchful.

Recently, Yuna had been more relaxed around Hobi. They’d hit the six month mark in their relationship, and he had managed to avoid overstepping any boundaries. Best of all, he hadn’t dumped her either. Usually by this time the men she’d dated had shown their true colors. They’d all been impatient and willing to push her around and announce her to the whole world. She’d wound herself up in too many dating scandals to count, and you’d think that she would’ve learned her lesson sooner.

Hobi was different. She could tell he’d been trying very hard to keep her comfortable, and even most of the people at the company didn’t know they were together. The rest of the boys had made a point of keeping their space, too. Esme, on the other hand, was a whole other story.

The terrified shriek Hobi let out as the roller coaster took off was enough to alert Yuna that he was not going to enjoy this. He was reaching for her hand and shutting his eyes. Yuna giggled and took his hand in hers.

Hobi’s head was spinning by the time they got off the ride.

“How have you not thrown up yet?” he asked as he leaned on Yuna.

She patted his back. “I don’t get motion sick.”

He grumbled in discontent. “You ate something right before we got on there!”

She laughed. “It was a half an hour before.”

“That’s the same thing,” he argued.

“Is it?” She smiled. “How about we go ride the carousel next?”

“That sounds better.”

The lines for the rides were long enough for Hobi to be mostly recovered by the time they rode around ride. Yuna was insistent on riding as many rides as possible before they had to leave. Hobi, despite being often nauseous, didn’t argue with her. He finally gave up when Yuna led him up to the Bungee Drop.

“I think I’ll stay down here.”

“What, you don’t want to feel like you’re falling from the sky?”

“No thank you.“

“All right. Once I ride this we can head to the Moonboat?”

“Sure!” That was a ride Hobi was sure to enjoy.

Watching Yuna ride the Bungee Drop assured Hobi of his choice. The ride looked absolutely horrifying. He wasn’t sure how she was still going after riding multiple rides and now this one. She looked like she was enjoying it, though.

Yuna skipped across the park as she swung her hand in Hobi’s. The sun was beginning to set now and their day at the amusement park was coming to an end.

“We should do this again sometime,” Yuna commented.

“I’m not so sure about that.”

She laughed. “No? We’ll find something else to do, then.”

“That sounds good to me.”

The line for the ride was short as the park began to close. It wasn’t long before Hobi and Yuna were sat together in their own boat. She leaned her head on his shoulder as they watched the lake around them.

“Today was fun. Thank you for coming with me even though you didn’t want to.”

He chuckled. “I don’t think I’ll be doing this again.”

She frowned. “Oh come on.”

“No,” he whined. “Bring Esme or someone else with you.”

She laughed. “Was it that bad?”

“Yes. My stomach is still spinning.”

“Aw, you poor thing.” She reached out and patted his stomach. “Was there any ride you liked?”

“This one,” he admitted with a laugh. “The rest of them were pretty rude to my stomach.”

She kissed his shoulder. “You’re a darling for coming with me. I only wish you’d told me ahead of time that you didn’t like roller coasters. We could’ve done something else.”

He shook his head. “It’s ok. I wanted to bring you here. You seemed really excited, so….”

She sat up straight then and gently grabbed his jaw so that he’d look at her.

“Jung Hoseok, you exceed my expectations of men every single day. You’re the best man on this earth. I love you.”

He smiled, and he couldn’t help the tears that pooled in his eyes. “I’m glad I make you feel that way.”

She surprised him then by kissing him. He reveled in it for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Yuna, what if someone sees us?”

She shook her head. “I don’t care. Let them see that I’ve found the most wonderful man on the planet. I’m going to marry you someday, I know that much.”

Hobi was shocked to his very core as she kissed him again. This was the first time they’d kissed in the six months they’d dated, and now she was gushing her love to him - in public of all places - while giving him the most passionate kisses he’d ever received. He reached out, wrapping his arm around her waist cautiously.

And when articles were plastered with photos of the two of them a few weeks later, Yuna showed less distress than Hobi had expected. In fact, she seemed almost excited. Hobi couldn’t be sure why she was, but he was glad this hadn’t upset her.

This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here

A/N: this one was kinda bad and fast-paced so 🤩 yeah

It would be greatly appreciated if you reblogged the story if you liked it!

Taglist: @jiminie-and-his-pinky-finger @jinnie-forthe-winnie @aianloveseven @fly-you-dam-fools @thornedswan @kookstempo @armys-dna

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