#good morning hobie nation

[heyhelloitsmilo]

local man gets sad, draws comfort character i might've improved a little... just a smidgen...

+ a new watermark brush!

[starrriot]

PUNKFLOWER NATION WE NEVER LOSE

for the ppl saying Hobie has been Spider-Man for 3 years so he must be way older…Miles is supposed to have been Spider-Man for 2 years in atsv too? So Hobie only has like only 1 year over him 💀

Also the English version of the book line up perfectly with the Japanese, with the Japanese only has the added context of 男の子 (boy, male child to be more literal) to describe Hobie because Asian languages are high context and we need to classify things based on age hierarchy.

So punkflower nation just shove the artbook in haters’ faces next time.

[sopebubbles]

Master List

Thirteen

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: hobi and tae take you on a shopping trip, many long awaited events follow

Warnings: insecurities, trying on clothes, mentions of death

WC: ~5k

Your t-shirt grated against your skin as you got dressed for the day. Just like being around saps and their sour scents, you had gotten used to the roughness of cheap cotton against your sensitive skin. You rarely thought about it anymore except on rare occasions when your senses were heightened or you felt overwhelmed. But Hobi had stocked your bathroom with all the best hygiene products an omega could buy, and after two full weeks of living there and properly nourishing your body inside and out, it was like you could feel every fiber of the fabrics you came into contact with. 

Last night you had been so bothered by the shirt you normally slept in that you shucked it off in frustration, only to find how delicious the soft blanket Yoongi had gifted you on your first night felt across the expanse of your body. It was hard enough to get out of bed because of it, but putting on your regular scratchy clothes seemed like a punishment. You didn't have to work today, maybe you could just strip down and get back in the nest. With a sigh, you accepted the discomfort. Hobi was already downstairs and you wanted to join him more than you wanted to be comfy.

After thudding down the stairs, you realized Hoseok wasn't the only one in the kitchen. You forgot that since you had a day off due to a boring national holiday, so did Jin and Namjoon. Yoongi, Jimin and Jungkook were all still at work, but Tae and Hobi were seated at the kitchen table with the two large alphas. 

"Good morning, sleepy head," Taehyung smiled. He found some kind of satisfaction in being awake before you for once.

You grumbled something unintelligible as you looked at the men in the room you wanted to enter. You were suddenly very annoyed about the bank holiday that had ruined your morning plans with Hoseok. Why did you sleep so long? 

"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the nest," the omega teased over the rim of his coffee mug. 

You looked at him for a moment, feeling unsure of yourself and what to do in their presence. It was incredibly rare in the weeks you'd been officially living with them that you were around either one of them without Yoongi or Jimin there. Spending time around Tae had gotten comfortable quickly after you saw how close he was with Jimin. And if you weren't with Jimin and Tae, it was Hobi and Tae. You'd realized after only a few days that he was harmless, more a puppy than an alpha, sweet and playful, loving attention, but also disinterested and unobtrusive. When he was around, he was funny, welcoming and gentle. But seeing the four of them sitting together felt like walking in on a pack meal. You were an outsider. Your feet wanted to carry you back up the stairs.

Should've just stayed in the nest.

"Do you want me to make you something to eat?" Hobi asked, eyes carefully taking in your frozen form.

"No, that's okay," you said very softly.

"You know you should eat something, pup," he pushed and watched you begin to fidget in a way he now recognized as anxiety in you. 

"Yeah, but I'll get it." You walked carefully, stepping as close to the counter and as far from the alphas as you could to get inside the kitchen.

Jin and Namjoon hadn't done anything in particular to threaten or intimidate you, and you knew nothing of the conversation that Yoongi had with them on the day you joined his pack, but they hadn't begun to look any less deadly in your eyes. Although Yoongi didn't talk about it, you could sense the tension that lingered between him and the alphas, and so you stayed wary and did your best to stay out of their way, and whenever possible, out of their line of sight. 

Now you skirted around them to get to the refrigerator, but honestly you were feeling too nervous about it to eat. You stared into the fridge, zoning out until Hoseok called you back to the moment. 

"Is something wrong, pup?" He asked, frowning when he saw the way you jumped when you heard his voice.

You closed the refrigerator without taking anything out and scratched your arm under your shirt as you moved to a farther corner of the kitchen. "I'm fine. Just a little…uncomfortable."

Hobi looked around at the three alphas sitting with him before he stood up and put his body between them and you, subtly so they didn't know what he was doing, but you had an idea. He turned to you with soft, slightly apologetic eyes. "Don't worry, pup. Yoongi will be home in a few hours. Until then I'll make sure nothing–"

"Oh, no," you interrupted. "It's not…well yeah it is, but…it's just that my damn shirt is so irritating. All of my shirts are. It's like I can feel every fiber rub against every cell of my skin. It's so– ugh!"

Hobi's entire face shifted to one of delight. "Finally!"

You gave him a puzzled look as you scratched under your collar. "What?"

"I've been waiting to be able to take you on a shopping trip! All your clothes are much too rough for you. It's time for an upgrade!"

"Oh. No, you don't have to do that!" 

Hobi clicked his tongue at you. "Don't you listen? I want to."

"I'm in!" Tae agreed, getting up from the table.

"As if you have a choice. You're driving," Hobi replied. 

"Of course. You need my car, and my credit card," Tae grinned playfully. 

Your stomach turned. "Oh no. Don't do that. I have money. I've been saving up." You had been saving up to get a place to live, and now that you'd solved that problem, you had a bit of cash. Not much, but enough to buy a few new things. 

"Nonsense. Neither of you are paying," Hoseok told you. 

"What do you mean?"

The omega rolled his eyes. "We will swing by and get your alpha's card so he can pay."

You picked at your fingernails. "No, we can't. He's busy and I can–"

"Hobi's right," Jin said suddenly, standing to put a hand on Hobi's shoulder. "Yoongi would want to pay and," he turned his eyes on Taehyung, "I can only imagine what he would want to do to you if he found out you tried to provide clothes for his omega."

Taehyung ducked his head as if he could imagine Yoongi giving him a smack. "Okay, we'll stop by and see Yoongi."

"Mm, but what if he's busy. Won't he be mad? I don't want to bother him." 

Hobi shook his head at you and grabbed your hand to stop you from picking at your nails. "He could never be bothered to see you, let alone mad. You really have no idea how you have him wrapped around your finger. Come on. Let's go. No time to waste," he said, already pulling you toward the door while Taehyung fetched his keys. "We'll be back in a few hours," he told Jin as you put on your shoes. 

"Have fun," the man grinned as he watched the two of you leave, enjoying the light in Hoseok's eyes as he took you out to play. 

"I guess I'll text him to let him know we're coming," you said as you got into the back seat. 

"No! It will be more fun if it's a surprise!" Hobi insisted. 

"But I'm supposed to let him know when I go out."

Hobi sighed. "Gosh, you are such a goody two shoes sometimes. It will be fine. You're with us." 

It was a slow day for Yoongi. The morning had been quiet. They hadn't been called out in hours, and although it was nice not having to deal with any emergencies, it was the worst kind of boredom. Yoongi had just been playing games on his phone. He wanted to text you and see what you were up to, but he didn't know what to say and he didn't want to annoy you. But he felt restless. So he was thrilled when he saw the minivan pull up to the ambulance station. When he saw you hop down from the backseat, his heart skipped a beat. 

"What brings you here?" He wondered, coming out to meet you as the three of you approached the open bay door.

"We're on a mission," Hoseok informed him. "Pup needs some new clothes." You blushed. 

"Oh, that sounds good. Anything special?" Yoongi smiled. He secretly loved it when you got shy. 

"Wouldn't you like to know. Just hand over your credit card," Hobi grinned. 

You whined. "You don't need to do that. I have money," you insisted. 

Yoongi smirked as he pulled his wallet from his back pocket and plucked a silver card from inside. "You don't need to spend your money on this. I've got it." He held the card out to Hobi without taking his eyes off you, and the omega put it directly in his own wallet. 

"Told you, pup."

"Yoongi," you began another whine. 

He stepped forward to cut you off. "Who?" He asked with mischievous eyes and a deep but quiet growl. 

"Alpha," you breathed and looked at the concrete. "You really don't–"

Your words ceased when his fingertips met your cheek. He pushed the hair behind your ear, his warm fingers reaching around the shell of it and back under your jaw to lift your chin. He looked into your eyes while he spoke in his soft deep voice, sending a shiver down your spine. "I want to. It's my duty and my honor to provide for you. You're my omega, aren't you?" 

You nodded. "Yes, alpha."

"Good, princess. I want you to get anything and everything you want. Don't worry about a thing. Just get what feels good and show me later, alright?"

His fingertips still held your jaw lightly, but you nodded again. "Okay."

Before he let you go, he pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that managed to be both passionate and chaste. He's kissed you many times since the first time, but never any further than this. He often gave you soft kisses on your forehead or cheeks, sometimes a quick peck on the lips. Usually these kisses were reserved for when he had to say goodbye. He longed for more, but he was happy with what he had. More would follow, he was sure, and he was afraid if he was too impatient about it that meant he didn't feel secure that you wanted to stay, so he held himself back and tried to have faith. But he didn't know if he would last much longer. He felt that maybe you were ready for more too. A time would come very soon when he'd push that boundary again.

He pulled away and basked in leaving you breathless. "Have fun," he commanded before letting you stumble back toward the van, a stupid grin plastered across his face. 

The pit returned to your stomach when Taehyung pulled to a stop in front of a fancy looking boutique. You never would've even looked in the window of a place like this while passing by. The thought of the price tags had a whine building in your throat.

"Relax, pup," Hoseok soothed, looking back at you. "It's not as fancy as it seems, I promise. But they cater to omegas. Everything they sell is designed for comfort. This should solve your problems."

"Fine," you groaned. 

"Oh, one more thing," Taehyung said as you finally unbuckled your seatbelt. "When we're in there people will probably assume I'm your alpha. Just let them. It will keep you safe."

You started to protest. Only Yoongi had the right to call himself your alpha. But you could also see the wisdom of his advice. And no one needed to know anyway. If their wrong assumptions could make you safer, then so be it. You nodded and climbed out of the van. 

When you walked inside Tae held the door open as Hobi went in before you, and then he followed behind. 

"Good morning. Welcome to Euphoria," a woman behind the cash register greeted as she came out to meet you. "Is there anything I can help you with today?"

Tae stepped closer behind you, feeling an instinctive need to cover you. He might call it stranger danger. Normally he felt it when he encountered alphas, but occasionally with larger betas, like Jungkook, only he met Jungkook before he developed a real fear of strangers. But most of all he felt it with saps. This woman was none of the above. She was just an ordinary, non-threatening omega. But then, this time he wasn't feeling anxious for himself, only for you. How strange.

There hadn't been any reason until now for him to be out in public with you, but he wasn't expecting to feel this protective. You weren't even his omega, as had been made so abundantly clear this morning. But you were so in need of his protection, and you were practically a part of his pack, no matter what anyone said. From Taehyung's point of view it was only a matter of time. If the others got to feel half of what he felt right now—the way he needed to be there for you in the least threatening of places—then the only thing standing between you and the seven of them was, well you.

Hoseok, as usual, took the lead, stepping closer to the store clerk, which noticeably did not set off alarm bells in Tea's. "My girl here needs some new clothes. I'm thinking some comfortable pajamas and some things she can wear under her clothes for work. Just some basics."

The woman peered around Hobi to get a better look at you and Tae had the urge to pull you back by your shirt to stand behind him. "You're a petite little thing, aren't you?" She said with her professional smile. 

You stepped back into Taehyung and let your hair fall in your face, and his heart began to race. Were you actually seeking shelter from him? Or did you just stumble into him because you were shy? He didn't have time to think it through before he put a steadying hand on your shoulder. But when he did, you didn't pull away or act surprised.

"That's okay, sweetheart. I think we have some things in our juniors section that will fit you."

Taehyung chuckled and you looked up at him with huge eyes and dark cheeks. "It's cute. Everyone thinks it's cute that you're so small," he said to placate you.

"I'm not cute," you grumbled as you followed Hoseok, who followed the woman down the wide aisle that led to the back of the store. "I'm a grown woman."

"Sure, if you don't get too hung up on the grown part," he teased.

"You're a gigantic freak, but you don't see me making fun of you for it," you fired back.

"I'm not making fun! And I'm not gigantic. I'm not Namjoon. I'm perfectly normal sized for an alpha." He straightened his back, not afraid of appearing a few inches larger and looming over you.

"Thank god," you said under your breath.

"You know he's harmless, right?" Tae asked softly. "As harmless as me."

"None of you are harmless," you muttered, but Tae heard and only smiled. 

"We'll just look around for a bit," Hoseok told the store clerk. 

"Sure. Let me know if you need any help," she said and walked briskly away.

Looking around at the many racks of clothes, you started to feel a little bewildered. You hadn't been in a store like this since you were a kid, when your mom would take you on a one yearly trip to the nearest city to buy clothes before school would start and only if you hadn't outgrown the ones she'd bought the year before. Since then, it had been strictly second hand stores for you, and you wore black as much as possible because it wouldn't look as dirty as lighter clothes.

"What are you thinking?" Hobi asked as he watched you take in the selection without seeing anything at all. 

"I don't know where to start," you admitted.

He hummed. "They do have a good selection. You can take a minute to just look around. What's your style? Maybe I can help."

You sighed. "I don't really have a style."

"Well, if you did, what would it be?"

You continued to look overwhelmed, unable to answer even that seemingly simple question. 

"Listen, Y/N," Hobi drew your attention to him with a soft hand on your shoulder. "Whatever you wore before to express yourself, to hide yourself, to try to be whoever you were trying to be…that's in your past life. This is your new life. You should just feel like yourself in your clothes."

You pursed your lips. What he said made sense, but it didn't change the fact that you didn't know who you were supposed to be in this new life. What did you feel like? And how did that translate into clothes?

Finally, Hoseok had an idea. "Let's do this. You can go try on some pajamas, and Taehyung and I will pick out some things for you to try to help you get some direction. Sound good?"

You nodded your head, grateful for the instruction. 

Hopefully he isn't getting tired of helping us.

You picked out a couple of cute and exquisitely soft pjs and took them to the fitting room. The first one was so instantly soothing to you skin you didn't want to take it off. By the time you'd tried on the second one Hobi was knocking on the door. You opened it partially to look at him.

"These are just some basics, some undershirts and stuff so you can pick what fabrics and colors you like," he told you ask he pushed a stack of folded shirts into your arms. "Those are cute by the way. Lets get them," he decided after getting a look at the blue silk shorts and tank top set you were wearing. "Try those on. We'll be back."

Hobi had set Taehyung on a mission to find different styles and colors so that you could narrow down what you did and didn't like, and Tae had taken on the assignment with enthusiasm. Inasmuch as fashion was just another form of art, Taehyung was going to making you a piece of art and use the whole color pallette to do it. He and Hobi filled their arms with shirts, skirts, jeans, t-shirts, sweaters and more in every color of the rainbow before they came back to knock on your door.

"I really love this fab–" your jaw dropped when you opened the door to see both men with their arms full. "Am i going to try on the whole store?"

"Don't be silly. Once we get an idea of what style works for you then we can move on to picking out colors."

"Let me in. I'll organize these really quick," Tae said, pushing into the small dressing room with you. You pressed yourself against the wall, eyes going wide.

"Taehyung, you're overstepping and scaring the pup," Hobi said calmly. 

Tae froze and looked down at you sheepishly. "S-sorry. I wasn't thinking. I'll just–" he forced the hangers on the closest hooks and stepped outside of the cubicle.

From beyond the door he began instructing you which items went together as you tried on each ensemble, coming out to model each time for them. Many of them were too flashy or too formal or too revealing for your taste—although taehyung managed to convince about a couple of crop tops when Hobi agreed they didn't show too much of your stomach. You ended up with several pairs of what looked like jeans but weren't as scratchy as the denim you were used to, a couple of soft cashmere sweaters and the tops.

"What kind of weird fantasies were you playing at, Tae?" Hobi asked while you changed into your own clothes. 

"Shut up. I wasn't." The alpha crossed his arms and pouted.

"You used to have a thing for goth girls, didnt you, tae tae?" He teased.

"Maybe. That's not weird. You're the one who said to try different styles."

"So you went with schoolgirl?"

"Don't talk to me."

"And that red dress really didn't suit her figure."

"Well, Hobi, I don't know as much about her figure as you do," Tae countered.

"No, you don't," Hobi smirked, because he enjoyed having something over the rest of them.

"You guys know I can hear you, right?"

Taehyung sulked. "You know who she looked like though?"

Hoseok rolled his eyes because yes, he noticed your style was similar to the casual style that Yoongi enjoyed. Not the sweats and lounge wear that the others tend to favor, but comfortable denims and sweaters. It had concerned him at first, thinking that maybe you were trying to blend with your alpha, but he could see you truly felt more comfortable and happy that way. 

You finished changing and left the cubicle with the clothes you had liked best. It felt heavy in your arms beyond the weight of the fabric. Hoseok could read your thoughts on your pouted lips without you saying a word.

"Where's the green dress?"

You shrugged. "I don't need it."

"You don't have any dresses and you might want it when Yoongi takes you on another date," he told you.

"Really, Hobi, this is already too much. The dress is too nice."

He stepped forward and took the clothes from your arms, pushing them into Taehyung's hands before he cupped your cheek. 

"It's not too much, pup. You barely have enough clothes to get you through the week and none of them fit you properly. These things aren't luxuries, Y/N. You need them, and that makes it his duty to provide. Do you understand?"

You closed your eyes. "No."

"Then remember that Yoongi told you it was his pleasure to buy it for you. He wouldn't like you feeling guilty or not buying something that looked so lovely on you." You hated that he could always pull that card with you, knowing you wouldn't want to disappoint your alpha. You sighed as Hoseok walked around you into the stall you just left to fetch the silky green dress that had his and Tae's jaws on the floor. Then he walked out with Taehyung leaving you to trail behind. 

"You probably need some new underwear, too," Hoseok said as he passed the section. 

"Absolutely not!" You protested loudly and then dropped your voice into a whisper. "I'm not letting Yoongi buy me lingerie."

Hoseok rolled his eyes. "It's not lingerie. It's just panties." 

"Whatever! No!" You hissed and walked past him. "Let's just go."

When your back was to him, Hobi quickly grabbed several pairs of silky, lacey briefs and hid them under the dress in his hands as he followed you to the register.

"Don't sulk," Taehyung chided as he stood close to you, a few feet from the register while Hoseok paid. You didn't want to see the total. "I promise you, Yoongi is probably smiling like an idiot right now, happy beyond reason."

"What makes you think that?" You mumbled. 

"Because I would be. Any good alpha would be happy knowing they could give you something you needed. And you do need them, if for no other reason than to feel comfortable. And for Yoongi, with you, I know it means even more."

You looked at him sidelong. "That's silly."

He shrugged. "Maybe so, but that's alphas."

"All set," Hobi smiled with a large store bag on each hand.

You hadn't realized how long your little shopping trip had taken, but it was after noon by the time you got back to the pack's house, and that meant Yoongi was home. Your heart couldn't decide whether to skip at the excitement of seeing him or to race with the worry that he would be more upset about your extravagance than his other pack realized. You weren't as in tune with Jungkook's schedule, but when you saw his cruiser parked in front of the house, that made you happy, too.

The cheerfulness of Hobi and Tae clashed immediately with the dark cloud that hung in the living room where the rest of the alphas sat with Jungkook. Yoongi had already showered, looking serious with his dark, wet hair brushed back from his face. 

"What's happened?" The elder omega asked as he set the bags of clothes aside and entered the living room. "Jin?"

"It's okay, baby," Jin assured him before Hobi's mind could start to wander. "Jungkook just brought us some…" he choked on the word bad, "news."

"What is it?" You asked. 

Yoongi met your eyes and held out a hand to you. "Y/N, come here."

You didn't hesitate to go to him and he pulled you between his legs to sit on his knee. His hand felt warm where it cupped your hip, his fingers pressing into you in a gesture that was oddly soothing. Then he looked at Jungkook.

The beta took a deep breath and looked at his fingertips where they met before he looked up at you. "We got news this morning that your alpha–" A low growl emanated from Yoongi's chest. "That Sebastian was determined to be in a vegetative state from which there was practically no possibility that he would ever wake. In accordance with his wishes, his wife terminated life support this morning."

You heard Hoseok's gasp, but your breathing stopped altogether. You stood up, but Yoongi's hand was reluctant to let you go. Still, you stepped away from the safety of his presence and walked a few places toward the staircase. Although you had wanted—prayed—for years that you'd never see him again, you never thought it would be your actions that would make that happen. And now that it's true and he can never see you or touch you again it doesn't do anything to diminish your fear.

Got what he deserved. And so will you. 

"Did I…does that…did I kill him?" You asked after an agonizing minute of silence for the others.

Yoongi was on his feet already, hands outstretched to comfort you, following your movements as you paced. "Sweetheart, no."

"Are you here to arrest me?" You asked, looking to Jungkook.

Jungkook stood as he shook his head. "No, Y/N. Nothing is happening right now, legally speaking. It's up to the DA, and to his wife, as to what  happens next. Right now we just have to wait and see. But speaking for myself, not as a cop, you didn't kill him, Y/N. You didn't do anything wrong," he tried his best to assure you.

But it didn't do any good. You were already beginning to hyperventilate. When your knees gave way, Yoongi was there to catch you. He swept you up in his arms and held you close, whispering soothing words in your ear, but they didn't stop you from sobbing into his neck.

"Yoongi, I think you should take her up to her nest," Hoseok said quietly. 

He didn't wait a second before he whisked you up the stairs and down the hall to your room. He set you down in the center of your nest that you had made the night before, lingering just outside the perimeter, desperate to follow you in. But he wouldn't without permission. He couldn't. 

You stared up at his with large watery eyes, looking utterly lost. He brushed back the hairs sticking to your damp cheeks. 

"What do you want me to do, princess?"

You swallowed back the saliva gathered in your throat and sobbed. "I want you to hold me," you cried. "But you can't because I'm bad. And they're going to want me gone."

Yoongi shook his head. "No one is taking you anywhere without me, princess. If you want me to hold you…"

"You still want me?"

"More than ever," he breathed. 

"Then will you come in my nest, alpha?"

He was beside you before you finished your question. He laid you down so that your face was in his chest, his arms and legs wrapped protectively around you like a shield.

"No getting rid of me now," he smiled into your hair as your sobs lessened and you nuzzled into him. Your tears were still flowing, but they weren't violent things anymore. 

"Even if I'm a murderer?" You wondered so quietly he couldn't have had you if he wasn't right there, his breathe got against your forehead. 

"Not even if you were a serial axe murderer," he grinned. You chuckled wetly in spite of yourself. "But you aren't a murder, Y/N. You didn't do anything wrong that night. You have to know that. This is just…karma." He ran his fingers through your hair, pleased when you relaxed against him. 

"What if I wanted him dead?" 

"Then I'd guess you'd be on a long list of people. He was a dirtbag. I've wanted him dead since the moment I learned of his existence. Does that make me a murderer?"

"No. You saved him."

Yoongi nodded. "Yeah, but if I had known who he was, I don't know what I would have done. As soon as I found out who he was, I wished I had a time machine, so I could go back and let him bleed out on the street. But then I realized how stupid that was. If I had a time machine then I would go back to before he hurt you and save you instead."

"It's a good thing you didn't let him die. Then you'd be the one in trouble," you frowned. 

Yoongi tucked your head under his chin. "You're not in trouble. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You're mine to protect now. Do you believe I can do that?"

You nodded, dragging your nose against his sternum. "Good. Then just close your eyes and rest a bit. Everything is going to be okay."

"You're not going to throw me out, right?"

He held you tighter, almost crushing you. "Never. You don't have to be good here, Y/N. You just have to be here."

His scent thickened around you, soothing your nerves, and you closed your eyes as the last of the tension left your body and you soon fell asleep.

The pack kept quiet while you slept, a silent offering of peace. But none of them left. None of these alphas would step one foot outside of the house of a distressed omega, even if you weren't technically theirs. Hoseok washed your new clothes and put them away, careful not to wake you or Yoongi, who had fallen asleep tangled around you. 

When Jimin came home and heard the news, he went straight to your bedroom and climbed in on the other side of you. Yoongi looked at him in horror.

"Relax. She let me cuddle with her for a while a couple nights ago," Jimin told him. "I didn't say anything because I didn't want to make you jealous."

But Yoongi wasn't jealous. He was glad, both that you'd gotten that close with Jimin and that he could be here for you now. "Good," Yoongi whispered as Jimin settled along your back and looked into his worried eyes like a mirror.

"Everything is gonna be okay," Jimin whispered back. "Right?"

Yoongi nodded. "We'll get her through it. Whatever happens." He pressed a soft kiss to your hairline and closed his eyes again. 

When you woke up a little while later you were laying half on Jimin's chest, his gentle lavender filled your nose. You moaned softly, wondering where Yoongi went. He didn't let you wonder long. You heard his phone lock before he rolled over and you felt his nose at the back of your neck.

"Hey sleepy head," he murmured.

"Mmmm," you mumbled against Jimin's chest. "Sorry."

"Don't be," he said as he stroked down your side. "How do you feel?"

"I feel weird. And hot," you groaned, assuming it was because of your packmates laying with you.

"I know. You're a furnace," Jimin mumbled.

"It's me?"

Yoongi hummed in agreement and sniffed your neck. "You're in pre-heat."

Your body went stiff and you squeezed your eyes closed with a groan. 

No.

A/n: aaaahh sorry for leaving you on a cliffhanger! We will get into mc's heat next time and it will be...something! Please let me know your thoughts about this chapter and whats to come! I really love hearing from all of you!

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[theejaguar]

Jaguar's List of Hobie Brown Headcanons

I watched Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse last Saturday, and Hobie in particular got my brain going brr. So have this (kinda long) list of headcanons - some silly, some 'serious'.

One of Hobie's love languages is touch. You can tell with how he gets Pavitr in a half-hug half-headlock while greeting him, as well as with how he pats Miles' shoulders after he saves Inspector Singh (while barely knowing him). That boy communicates encouragement, affection and care through gentle touches and caresses and hugs.

"Make your own watch" - Hobie told Miles when they were talking about why Miles wanted in so much. And with his distaste for brands, I say: Hobie likes giving homemade gifts. That, or he buys things from independent producers when he wants to give something he isn't skilled at. Hobie Brown doesn't use objects tainted by manifestations of capitalism to express his affections.

Hobie likes Brazilian music. He found it through Admirável Chip Novo by Pitty, and then became obsessed with music from late 60s to the 80s after deep-dive researching it. And that is due to how songs from that time play with words that criticised the authoritarian government. On the nose, but a lot weren't caught.

When meeting Miles' parents, Hobie actually calls them by Mr. and Mrs. Morales. No one comments on it.

Hobie goes by any pronouns. "You've got to confuse the fascists, mate. Can't misgender me if my pronouns are all of 'em" - BROWN, Hobie.

Hobie doesn't restrain anyone, but he's pretty protective of his own. Anyone that hurts the people he cares about is in for big trouble.

On that line, Hobie advocated a lot in Gwen's favour. The reason why they've gone on so many missions together is that he saw this girl that was most likely going to be homeless if they sent her back home and went "hell no". So knowing that Miguel doesn't bother with his antics, Hobie took her as his partner in missions, to be sure that anything she messed up could be glossed over by his "whatever" attitude.

Hobie and Pavtir bond a lot through criticism of the British government and History. I just know they have planned thefts at the British Museum to recover Pav's national treasury. "I... don't think that'd be a good look for Spider-Man, though" - Pav "Whatever" - Hobie, actually dropping the plan because he cares about Pav.

Hobie watches Oscar winners to bash the industry. Ends up liking what he sees at times (most recent occurrence being EEAAO - "It is a metaphor for how capitalism tears down familial relationships and fuels preexisting generational trauma.")

Hobie likes to play with kids. They play football together and he trips them if they call it 'soccer'.

Hobie goes to sleep at 4AM and wakes up at 12PM. He is NOT a morning person ("Hate the AM").

Hobie is friends with tattoo artists, and gets the Spiderband to get matching full-sleeve tattoos. Jeff and Rio go insane when they see Miles. George just sighs tiredly when Gwen gets home like he was waiting for that day to arrive. Inspector Singh's disapproval of Pavtir grows - but Gayatri likes it, so he takes it as a win.

Hobie likes to cook and looks up recipes from different countries in his free time.

Hobie can spot a terminally online person from a distance.

Hobie rejects the Imperial System. Meters, litres and grams are the way to go.

[mariabtsos]

One That I Want ||m.yg||

Chapter 2: Tell me more

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Description: It is summer of 1956, and leader of the T-Birds Yoongi is working at a food joint at the beach to make extra money over the summer, when he meets a pretty girl. They start a summer fling that unfortunately had to come to end, but an unexpected turn of events will bring them back together.

Genre: 1950s au, angst, fluff, some smut, Greaser!Yoongi x Square/Goody-Two-Shoes!OC.

TW: underage drinking and smoking, sexual content, violence, misogyny (it’s the 1950s so peak macho man era).

Word Count: 1.5k

The bell resonated through the hallways as all students entered their classrooms, the only ones seemingly out of place being the T-Birds, who were still frolicking around the place.

"This isn't fair, every teacher I got this year has flunked me at least once," Hoseok complained.

"If you ain't careful you'll end up spending all your time in Lee's office," Jin chuckled, flicking the younger's forehead. Which caused him to aggressively slap it away.

"No way, I ain't taking none of her crap this time," Hoseok explained.

"Oh yeah?" Jimin retorted, quickly motioning Jin over as he saw the woman they were talking about approaching.

"Yeah, this year, I'm gonna make that old broad wish she'd never seen me," he confidently said, suddenly stopping when heard the heels clacking on the floor.

"Mr. Jung, what're you doing out in the hallway, aren't you supposed to be in homeroom?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am," he shuffled nervously.

"Are you just lollygagging in the hallways?"

"No ma'am, I mean yes ma'am, I-"

"This is no way to start a new semester Mr. Jung, now I do hope to see you graduate this year, so I better not see you out and about when I come back, is that clear?" She asked pushing her glasses back up her nose.

"Yes ma'am," Hobi answered with the most fakest smile, as soon as she was back in her office, Yoongi approached, hands in his jacket pockets.

"I'm sure glad you didn't take any of her crap!" He laughed, making the younger smack him on the shoulder as they walked to their classes. Spotting Jeon Jungkook on the way with a poster in hand.

"Hey Jungkookie! What cha got there?" Namjoon asked, taking the poster from the younger's hands. Jungkook immediately reached for it but Namjoon passed it to Jimin.

"It's a poster for the rocket club I'm starting, I'm not sure if you pea brains knew but space is the next frontier," he rolled his eyes.

"For you pUuuberty is the next frontier!" Jimin said as moved the poster back and forth between his legs, Yoongi snatched it, handing it back to Jungkook.

"There, now beat it," he placed his hand on the back of the younger's head and smacked him, Jungkook nodded and power walked into Lee's office.

"Sometimes I wish you guys weren't so annoying to him, he is my cousin after all," Yoongi complained, the rest of them shrugging as Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi made their way to science, and Jimin and Hoseok made their way to English.

The morning went by quickly, Principal Lee announced that a program on their local station had chosen their school as a perfect model of Korean school and youth, and they would be holding their national dance off there.

"We are truly excited to have this opportunity to show the nation our wholesome, kind" Lee started slowly drifting off, realizing what she was saying, "cleancut...students we have here at Seoul Central..." she finished, "god help us all," and then the announcements were over.

Lunch time arrived, the girls were in the cafeteria whilst the guys were at the bleachers near the field, watching as their school's athletes practiced.

"Girls!" Miyeon called as she sat down with her gang, "what do you think of my new glasses?" She asked JiYoon and Kim. "Don't you think they make me look smarter?"

Kim chuckled loudly "nope, you can still se your face" Miyeon responded by hitting her with the magazine she was holding.

"Did you all take good look at Min this year?" Jiyoon asked, "he was looking pretty good, right Kim?" She moved her glasses up and down in a suggestive tone.

"That's ancient history" Miyeon clarified, getting ready to start eating.

"Well, you never know, sometimes history repeats itself, it's human nature after all," Kim stated with a devilish smile.

As the whole interaction was going on, Lottie and Nayeon were making their way to the table with their lunch trays, the bunny smiled girl had been kind enough to walk her to all her classes, she waited for her at the door of the classroom every single time. She was the sweetest, and Lottie considered her a friend, even if they hadn't known each other long.

After doing their best to not bump into people, they made it to their lunch table, they found the girls all looking into Miyeon's macaroni and cheese.

"Hey girls!" Nayeon greeted the group cheerfully as she made her way to one of the empty seats, Lottie following close behind "this is Lottie Hutchins, she just moved here from the US!"

"Nice to meet you all," she replied with a slight bow, sitting down.

"What part?" Miyeon asked her, supporting her chin on her fist.

"Florida, more so the gulf coast," Lottie replied.

"I bet you're one of those..." Kim expressed sarcastically, she wanted to call Lottie a square so badly.

"Beach lovers?" Lottie tried completing Kim's sentence.

"Well ring-a-ding-ding," Kim rolled her eyes. This new girl looked so innocent, so bland, there were a ton of different judgments running through Kim's mind, the thing was, she was more of a silent and passive-aggressive person, her tongue was double-edged, she could be complimenting you, turn around and roll her eyes at your presence.

"Hey, guys!" A voice resonated through the room, all the girls except Lottie knew who it was.

"Well if it isn't Wendy Shon," she said sarcastically, "the bad seed of Seoul Central- HI!" Kim greeted her over-enthusiastically. "Oh I just LOVE the first day of school, isn't it the most to say the least!" Wendy exclaimed, she seemed so cheerful it almost seemed fake.

Wendy turned Lottie's way and immediately her face was one of shock. "Oh, you must think I'm the rudest for not introducing myself to your friend! Hi, I'm Wendy Sho- AHH!" As she sat down she felt something weird touch her ass, that being Jiyoon's hands resting on an apple, everyone got a kick out of the situation minus Wendy.

"Anyway, have you thought about trying out for cheerleading? We could have so much fun and be long-time friends!"

Nayeon moved over to sit close to the girls, "So, what do you guys think about Lottie? You think she can be a Pink Lady?" she asked, as they all briefly looked at the brunette who was mid-schedule sharing with Wendy. "She looks too pure to be pink," Kim scoffed.

Meanwhile, at the bleachers, the guys were having their lunch, and making fun of the jocks.

"You guys thinking of going out for soccer this year?" Jin asked his pals as he watched on.

"With Kim Taehyung as captain?!" Jimin chuckled loudly "no way!"

Just then Taehyung ran by, he waved briefly, more of a courtesy really, he hadn't gotten along with the T-Birds for a while, and he planned on keeping it that way.

Yoongi was just kind of sitting there, he watched his friends on whilst his mind briefly went back to a few weeks ago, when he was with Lottie.

"Did you all see that hot chick at registration?" Namjoon remarked as he sat next to Yoongi, "she sure beats them foam broads around here."

"You mean her jugs are bigger than Annette's?" Jimin walked to him in wonder, genuinely shocked someone was more well endowed.

Namjoon rolled his eyes and grabbed him by his shirt, "Jimin, come on! Nobody's jugs are bigger than Annette's!" He replied to which the younger nodded raising his arms as a truce.

Jin looked at Yoongi and he couldn't help but see him staring at the distance. "I wanna know what Yoongs did down at the beach!" He exclaimed sitting next to the aforementioned, who looked at him and scoffed.

"Yeah! Tell us Min how was it?" Namjoon asked.

At the same time the girls were asking Lottie about her summer vacation.

"I spent most of it at the beach, I met a boy there," Lottie sighed dreaming back to her days with Yoongi.

"You hauled your cookies all the way to the beach for some boy?" Kim asked.

"Well, yes, he was sort of special," Lottie replied, her heart beating faster at the thought of their summer adventures. "There ain't no such thing," Kim rolled her eyes, chuckling at the newcomer's naivety.

"Oh, you haven't met this boy," Nayeon sat next to her, "he was so romantic!"

Yoongi was telling the boys how it truly wasn't a big deal, that it wasn't something so important that it needed to be discussed at the moment.

"Sure hyung," Hobi rolled his eyes, obviously curious about his friend's summer time. "Come on Yoongi, tell us about the girl!" Jin asked.

"You got in her drawers right?" Jimin asked, moving his eyebrows up and down suggestively, Yoongi rolled his eyes, smirking at how nosey his friends were being.

"Come one guys, do you really wanna hear all the horny details" as soon Yoongi said that, all of them started talking at once, they were now demanding to know.

"Okay okay fine!" He chuckled, "I'll tell you more."

[jikooksgirl19]

My Soulmates 1

Genre:Soulmate AU, fluff,angst, eventual smut

Pairing: Idol Jimin x Lawyer Reader x Idol Jungkook

Warnings: some swearing (Y/N has a trash mouth sometimes)

A/N: I’m so excited to bring you my story. I hope you all enjoy this first chapter.

Please read the teaser and prologue first if you haven’t already.

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October 7, 2018 4:36pm

The boys had been practicing since 8am that morning with limited breaks, and were tired and hungry. They were all going to dinner and begin making their way to the elevator, laughing and joking with each other. Namjoon was deep in thought when the doors of the elevator opened and a woman came out barreling right into the midst of the group. Her head was down, and she seemed absorbed in something on the iPad she held in her hands when she must have realized what she had done. Namjoon heard her gasp and reach out towards Jimin and Jungkook and thought she might be trying to steady herself as they were reaching out to her as well. He couldn’t believe it when they all began collapsing on the floor, the other boys trying to catch them. He noticed that the three were still grasping onto each other, and a red ring began to encircle their ring fingers and travel up their arms. The other boys were staring at this as well and they looked at each other shaking their heads. All of them mumbled the same thing

...”Oh Shit!”

You felt warm and cocooned for some reason. It was so cozy and you didn’t want to wake up. Wait, when did I go home? Your thoughts were hazy and you were trying to figure out where you were. You tried to stretch and found yourself bumping into something hard. As you started groping around you realized that this was not your pillow at all but felt like a chest. A mans chest. You have never moved so fast as you just did sitting yourself up. “What the hell...!” You look and see you are on a bed with not one but two boys cuddled up around you. Fear immediately sets in as you look around the room and see sleeping figures on another bed and couch.

“What the fuck...!” You said out loud quickly slapping both your hand over your mouth so as not to awaken the men in the room. You are in bed with, and surrounded by BTS. They are the worlds most famous boy band. They are the Nations Treasures. THEY ARE YOUR CLIENTS!!! Your mind explodes right then and there. You think to yourself ’What Tumblr, A03, Wattpad fanfic did I just wake up in.’

‘OH MY GOD IM IN A COMA!!!! That has to be it. There cannot be any other explanation. I’m in a coma and I transported into some sucky ass wannabe Hallmark Movie’.

All you can think of is that you have some sort of brain tumor and have fallen into a life altering, dream fugue-like state and all your teenage and young adult fantasies are blending together therefore you have conjured up some poly bias delusional weirdness in yor muddled brain. This isn’t real...this isn’t real... this isn’t real....... You pinch yourself and...oh shit that hurt. You struggle to get off the bed which isn’t easy by any means when two pairs of arms AND legs keep trying to pull you back down. You debate screaming bloody murder when you hear someone speak.

“You’re awake”. You turned your head and saw someone sitting up rubbing his eyes looking at you. You recognized the leader of said boy band Namjoon from the many many posters around BigHit.

“I am” your voice sounding more calm than you felt. “Can you tell me where I am and why I’m here with all of you like some weird slumber party?” You we’re holding on the the last shreds of professionalism that you could before screaming to the high heavens.

“You don’t remember finding your soulmates” he asked?

“Excuse me, my what now?” You cocked your head like you didn’t hear him right. “What on earth are you going on about? Soulmate, I don’t have a soulmate.”

“Soulmates” he corrected. By now some of the other members were starting to wake up.

“I AM in a COMA”. You were starting to babble incoherently in a mix of Korean and English with some well placed Spanish swear words your mother used to use when you were little and she was mad. You we’re starting to panic and began trying to climb off the bed all the while the two boys on your bed were snoozing away like nothing was happening. You managed to fall off of the bed and skittered backwards like a crab til your back hit the wall. You slapped your cheeks willing yourself to wake up.

Namjoon looked next to him and asked “Jin can you call Yuna? I think she may be able to help out with...” he looked at you realizing he didn’t know your name. Jin got up and walked towards the window to call someone.

“Y/N. Sona Y/N.” I...I..I’m a temporary lawyer working at BigHit on some of your international contracts. I’d like to say nice to meet you but maybe when there’s a less murdery vibe and location.” You were quickly getting your bearings together and began to gather your composure. “Now can you please tell me why I’m here being cuddled to death by those thing one and thing two over there” you point towards the bed. Several giggles and laughs were heard at this. You on the other hand were not sure what was so funny.

A deep voice in the corner answered this time. “Well thing one and two as you called them, or as we like to call them Jimin and Jungkook are your soulmates “ he said matter-of-factly like it was everyday normal. “I’m Taehyung, you can call me Tae or Tae-Tae to piss them off if you want.” His big boxy grin made him look like a mischievous child You couldn’t help but give him a wary smile. Someone else, you think it was J-Hope came towards you and thrust forward a hand. You cautiously took it and he helped you up from the floor. You began dusting off your skirt and straightening your blouse internally thanking the almighty upstairs that you were still clothed while eying all of them suspiciously. “I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi if you want.”

Jin turned around after hanging up and offered you the only chair in the room. You quickly shuffled over sitting down and tried to ask again why you were here. In a bedroom, on a bed with your soulmates and their band mates all in the same room. “ Can someone please just tell me what happened?” Your voice staring to crack as you were close to tears. “This just feels too extrodinary to believe. You keep saying I have soulmates, as in plural. I didn’t even know that was possible.” It was then that you looked at your left hand and saw the red string tatoo. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME....Did I have a stroke? How...what...why...” your words became so jumbled you weren’t making any sense and you were pretty sure a panic attack was just a moment away from tackling your neurotic ass into submission. Jin kneeled in front of you telling you to breathe. “ In through the nose....out through the mouth Y/N. You can do it just breathe in and out, in and out...that’s it, you got it, in...out.” You sat there holding his hands while Tae began rubbing your back in circles as they were trying their best to calm you down. Jin explained to you that he also has a soulmate named Yuna and she is ready to come talk to you about what being attached to an idol can be like.

Across the room you heard a groggy voice “Uugghhhh....get off me Jungkookah. Why are we in bed? What happened” could be heard from the bed you just left. Jimin was sitting up while shoving Jungkook off of him and staring around the room. Jungkook fell off the bed. He jumped up and was getting ready to tackle his hyung who knocked him down when his eyes landed on you. He was confused as to why a woman, a very pretty woman, but a woman nonetheless was sitting in their studio bedroom at BigHit, surrounded by four of his hyungs. “Um, hello” he said quietly making Jimin look in the same direction. Eyes got wide when he also said a quiet hello and then proceeded to ask Namjoon “ What’s going on. Who is she and why are we all in here. I thought we were going to dinner?”

“See, I’m not the only one confused” you exclaimed louder and much squeakier than you meant. “Apparently we are soulmates” you say while gesturing to the both of them and yourself. “Surprise “ you say throwing up jazz hands and beginning to laugh at the outrageous looks on both of their faces.

“Who, who is your soulmate?” They both say at the same time.

Namjoon looks at you knowing you are barely holding on at the moment and answers for you. “All three of you are soulmates”.

They stare at each other then at you then at the group and both start laughing. “Ok ok, good joke hyung, stop playing around. Did you knock us out and this is a mystery mission? “ “Are we on a run BTS episode we didn’t know was being filmed?” They took turns asking like this was a prank or something.

When they see no one other than you are deadly serious they stop and start to freak out as well. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?” They look at each other only to both shout out that they couldn’t be soulmates. Why is it just happening now after knowing each other all these years. Brothers yes, soulmates no. NOPE. NO WAY, WHAT THE FUCK.

You get up and walk over to them. You grab both of their left hands and show them the tattoos. You peek inside your shirt and confirm you have the soulmates date above your heart, and tell them to check their chests as well. You strangely feel calm being around the two of them and less like a victim of some K-Pop Serial Killer drama that you stepped into, and you realize they also both settle down while you’re holding onto them.

Namjoon gets up and begins to explain that though it’s rare, there are known cases of multiple soulmates. They are harder to find because all of the mates must be together for their souls to connect. Once they do connect though the bond is stronger than a normal soulmates bond and can come with difficulties due to the relationship aspect of it. Prejudice often follows a poly soulmate connection due to the narrow mindedness of society and can often be looked down on. He tells the three of you that you should tell management right away so they can have a plan in place. Fans aren’t always supportive of their bias’s soulmates, and Y/N having two of the most popular idols in Korea as hers are going to come with challenges. Especially with you being a foreigner.

You three look at each other and back at Namjoon, silently agreeing to these terms. He also suggests you three need time together alone to get to know about each other because you all three had different lives leading up to today, and it would be best to figure out where you all should go from here. Other people’s feelings and relationships are going to be affected by what has happened and you all needed to be prepared for any backlash.

“Ok, now that this is all settled can we please get some dinner?” You hear from the other bed where apparently Yoongi has been napping throughout all the mental breakdowns.

To be continued...

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[bangtanloverboys]

wip folder tag

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. then let people send asks with the title that most intrigues/interests them and you’ll post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

tagged by @crazy4myself ; thank you! i do love this game and you know me and my. . . .dozens of wips. . . .

im not including the ghostie drabble series or my requests bc those will remain a surprise lol

groovy baby // austin powers!jungkook x reader

gay demon jungkook outline

dom bottom namjoon

divorce lawyer tae

no masters or kings // prince!yoongi x male!reader

ella enchanted jimin

reincarnated hoseok x immortal reader

black widow reader

does your mother know jk

damaged love // knj

roman holiday jin

why do you only call me when you’re high // kth x reader x jhs

broken glass // jjk x reader x pjm

greened out // jjk x reader

you’re good to me // myg x reader

first cringe of morning // myg x trans!reader

flesh and stone // gargoyles au

myth student taehyung

storm student hoseok

balance student jin

life student namjoon

ice student yoongi

fire student jungkook

death student jimin

airbender taehyung

ember island player jungkook

fire nation general yoongi

southern water tribe jin

earth kingdom official namjoon

little mermaid // myg

frog prince PLOT

robin hood PLOT

swan lake PLOT

rapunzel PLOT

ophelia // kth x m!reader

sweet caroline // jjk x reader

jolene // myg + reader (ft ksj)

jessie’s girl // knj x m!reader (jhs)

hey there deliah // jhs x reader

michelle // ksj x reader

heather // pjm + reader (knj)

red roses jin

almost (sweet music) namjoon

producer man namjoon or yoongi

strawberries and cigerettes tae

toymaker jin

bathtub mermaid tae x reader

deep waters // yoongi x reader x jungkook siren au

siren jimin x reader

photographer jjk x merman reader

mermaid namjoon x anthropologist reader

half mermaid x merman hobi

gay pirate yoongi x merman reader

arranged marriage // ksj x reader

dragon hybrid jk x dragonlord!reader

taegi x reader

REWRITE lil meow meow // myg

new dad namjoon gay // firefighter namjoon

kind hearted // kth x reader x knj

YOUTH drabble series

guilty as sin // demon priests au 

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(theres about three more that i havent plotted out yet so they don’t have a file yet oops)

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[tipsydipsydo]

Happy Easter! 🐇 [M]

Topic: You're wearing a sexy bunny costume for them on Easter Sunday!

Gender of the Reader: female

(This Scenario also has a male version!)

Word Count: ca. 500-600 words for each member

Genre: a bit Fluff; most Smut!

Warnings: Dirty Language and Dirty Talk; Petnames; Costume-Play; Pet-Play; Sex Toys; Mastubation; Kitchen-Sex; Teasing, Edging and Overstimulation; Praising; Daddy-Kink; soft Dom-/Sub-Themes; soft BDSM-Themes; Handcuffs; little bit exhibitionism; "public sex" (Sex in Garden); Breeding-/Impregnation Kink; Breeding-Dirty Talk; Mentions of unprotected Sex (please stay safe in reality, always!)

A/N: Happy Easter my Sweeties!!🐰💕

I hope you'll had/still have a great Sunday and got a lot of good food and Sweets!

I wanted to be a little Easter Bunny for you too and wrote a little smutty special! I hope y'all like it!

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Jin

You hum dreamingly to the music, that comes out of the radio behind you and swaying rhythmically your hips to the melody. While Jin is in the shower, you decided to set the dining table and cooking the eggs for the Easter breakfast.

Jin is usually the one who wakes up earlier on Sunday mornings and makes breakfast for you. You already tried your best to be a "better" girlfriend and to return the favor of a ready breakfast more often.

But you have to admit that you just love it to sleep in and you have the habit of pressing the snooze button way too often. Up to the point that the alarm clock didn't ring anymore. Maybe that's also the reason why the other days of the weeks are always a drama for you. To 95% you oversleep and only have around 10 minutes left to get ready for work and still catch your metro.

Today is Easter Sunday and as by a miracle you managed to get up earlier than Jin, to shower without him noticing and dress up in your new bought lingerie and recently ordered headband with bunny ears.

The last weeks were super stressful for Jin and there wasn't much time or motivation left for intimacy. That's why you thought Jin deserves a nice view right in the morning as a little Easter gift. Especially when you know that one of his soft spots are you in white, innocent looking lingerie...

An exited smile spreads on your lips as you hear nearing footsteps and a small gasps behind you. Seems like your plan worked out pretty well! You're about to turn around and to smile cheekily at him but there is someone, who is more than eager to get his seductive Easter gift himself.

"Is this here your way to wish me 'Happy Easter', Babygirl? You're the cutest and sexiest Easter Bunny I've ever seen...", say Jin with a breathy voice into your ear and sucks on exactly that spot under your ear that makes your legs weak in no time.

"Y-Yeah, I think so... I-I just wanted to surprise you and treat my Darling with a little gift after such stressful weeks...", you whimper and bite on your lower lip when you feel his hardening cock against your buttcheeks.

"Oh yes, Baby~ I like your little surprise really, really much! Right now, I would prefer to bend you over the kitchen counter and make you feel really good instead of eating breakfast... what do you think?"

"I hoped you would say that... because the eggs aren't ready now and need ten more minutes anyway~"

You hear an amused chuckle from behind and squirm in anticipation when Jin bend you over the counter.

"Hm, has someone here forgot to let the eggs boil right on time? How good that we know, how to use this time properly...", teases Jin and push the fabric of your lace panties out of the way.

Yoongi

You hoped, no you actually thought that Yoongi would finally take some time off for you when it's a freaking official and national holiday for everyone! But you should've known your boyfriend better.

When he "can't" get into the studio to work on his tracks without being super rude with this action, then he would take his work simply at home. Of course you understand when he has to finish a new track because he's in the flow.

But when one track is mostly finished, it leads to ideas for a new song that he has to write down in his notes. Things like this are going on and on with it.

It's damn Easter Sunday and he had left you in your shared bed at seven a.m. in the early morning to "quickly finish this one track before breakfast".

Well, it's 11:30 a.m. now and you two ate breakfast two hours ago. It's an understatement that you're frustrated. You're pretty pissed off.

Officially you wanted to be the one who got up earlier this morning because of the little Easter surprise you planned for Yoongi. You ordered cute Bunny ears a week ago and a matching set of black lace lingerie. Okay, with panties that didn't really exist, just a bit lace covers your vulva. When you tried your outfit on, it actually reminded you of a playbunny outfit.

Yoongi don't want to admit it but thanks to Namjoon you know, that your boyfriend has a little big things for sexy bunny costumes...

Planned was to seduce Yoongi with being a sexy, naughty bunny in the morning so he has to take care of his bunny girl, maybe with a hot round of sex before breakfast.

Well, it seems like you had to take care of your needs by yourself when it seems like that you're so uninteresting for your boyfriend!

Provocatively clickling with you black stilettos, you stalk into the living room to the dining table where he sits. You place yourself next to him, directly onto the table and watch him a few seconds. He still didn't give you one single look. 

You growl frustrated and turn your eyes away from you pretty annoying boyfriend, spreading your thighs and grab that pink rabbit vibrator you brought into the living room as well. Only the sound of the vibrations seems to be so irritating that Yoongi is willing to give your sight a glance. 

A satisfied smile spread on your lips when you hear Yoongi choke and then coughing, pulling your pussy lips apart to give him an even better view on your drenched and so needy pussy. He clears his throat before he talked to you in a raspy voice.

"Can you explain this here to me? What's that for a bratty behaviour, hm? Desturbing me purposely in my work. Looks like, my little bunny a bit attention-seeking and desperate to get her pussy hole stuffed at Easter time? Well, I think I could satisfy these primal bunny needs definitely better than this shitty vibrator, don't you think?", he growls and smirk cockily at you when he get up from his chair and comes between your legs.

He just need a second to pull his sweatpants down, throwing the vibrator through the whole room and stuffing your needy hole with his own cock.

Namjoon

It couldn't have been better timed when Namjoon realizes that he had forgotten some important papers, that are supposed to be read at signed over the Easter Holidays, in his studio. So when he head out of the apartement to his studio, you use the twenty minutes of being alone in the apartement to set and dress yourself up. 

Two weeks ago you went to the sex-store of your trust which has a big, separated floor just with BDSM accessoires to buy yourself a sexy bunny outfit. It's the store where you two get most of your toys and utensils for your play sessions.

Because it's Easter, you planned a sexy surprise for your darling by yourself. Maybe it'll be not the way how Joonie usually like it... but you think, he should try new things too~

You're leaning against the bedroom doorframe, when the apartement door opens again. A playful, dirty smirk forms on your boyfriend's lips in the moment he realize your presence in the hallway. He put his papers without a second thought on the shoe cabinet and drops his jacket carelessly on the floor next to the wardrobe before he makes his way to you.

"I apprechiate your outfit, my sweet little bunny~ But to be honest, I'd like it a little bit more when it would be black lace instead of black leather. For being my cute whiny Sub, you look a little too much like a Bunny Dominatrix in this outfit...", chuckles Namjoon with his deep voice. 

His lips are searching for yours when he guides you with your back to your shared kingsize bed. The kiss is dominant, in a kinda leading behaviour. It's the type of a kiss you usually like, a kiss that makes you whiny and needy for him, but not today. Today you'll turn the whole thing around!

You're already on the bed, Namjoon above is you and you're literally waiting for the command that usually follow in such a session. But you make sure it wouldn't come tonight. Tonight you'll be the one who gives commands to Namjoon and makes him beg.

In a moment where Namjoon is distracted, you take your chance and turn your two bodies in a quick move around. Now you're the one who's sitting on his hips and tie your boyfriend's wrist with leather cuffs, that you hidden under the pillows, to the headboard. Just alone Namjoon's confused and disbelieving facial expression was the whole thing absolutely worth it!

"What the fu-"

"Shh, Namjoon. Watch your mouth and behave! When you're a good boy for me today, I'll not tease you soo much and maybe, when you're a really good boy for me, maybe I'd let your pretty cock cum in my pussy. When you're a bratty boy, you won't cum in any way today and I'm would ruin you the way you always ruin me. I want to see you all whiny, sobbing and begging, my dear Darling~", you wisper devilishly in his ear.

Hoseok

You promised Hobi to bake his favourite cake for coffee-time on Easter Sunday. But what you didn't expect, that you would be almost naked while baking! You wear nothing beside this white frilly vintage apron, these bunny ears on your head, the pink lacey string-ouvert (that literally covers nothing!) and this damn remote controlled rabbit-bullet between your legs.

While you're seriously struggling to concentrate properly on the instructions of the recipe, Hobi seems like to has the best time in his life. He's sitting on the opposite side of the kitchen at the dining table and obviously enjoy the sight you give him with your barely covered body.

To see your legs trembling and to hear you whine even more whenever he turns the vibration of the bullet on a higher setting, satisfy this little sadistic devil in him the most. Especially when you're so worked up that your sweet pussy is literally dripping wet, smearing your juices all over the insides of your tighs and little pearls of arousal falling down on the kitchen tiles.

Yeah, you're so turned on it's driving you insane, but it's still not enough to cum. This damn bastard, that you call your boyfriend, knows way to well when you're at the edge to cum and turns the vibration immediately down. Always with the explaination 'to give you the chance again to focus better onto the baking process'. 

God, sometimes you think you really start to hate him but deep, deep down you know, that you love his teasing as much he does.

The worst thing about this damn vibrator is that he has these bunny ears. The bullet doesn't just stimulates your g-spot, no. That would be too simple for Hobi. It also torture your clit too, when the tips of the ears rubbing sideways along your clit!

"Baby, I think you have to work a little bit faster when we plan to eat the cake at 15:30 p.m., we need to still bake it and then it has to cool down...", said Hobi in a fake concerned voice. You know very well that he just want to rush you, with the goal that you'll mess the cake up. When this happens he has a good reason to punish you even more~

You shoot him death glares in the moment you're about sprinkle a pinch of salt for taste into the dough. Well... it's unfortunately more than a pinch of salt. A lot more than that.

While you curse about your mistake and the fact that the whole dough is messed up now, Hobi sighs dramatically and stands up.

"Hm, my dear Lady? Do you know that you ruined the whole cake with your unconcentrated behaviour? That's means I'll not get only one piece of cake today and with it not my Easter gift. But you promised me that! How you'll make up for that, hm? I think that just means that I have to punish you."

"Hobi, it's not my fucking fault that I-"

"Honey, watch your mouth. Do you want to blame Daddy for your inadequate discipline? Well then, Daddy has to work with his little Girl on her discipline, right?"

With these words he takes you to the bedroom and make sure you'll be a lot more disciplined after his teaching lesson.

Jimin

When Jimin told you back in the middle of March that he'll went in a diet, you got immediatley suspicious and all alarm bells rings in your head. He promised you that's he just want to make a sugar diet over the next few weeks and with it, over the Easter Holidays, so he couldn't stuff himself full with too many sweets again during easter.

You talked a lot with your boyfriend about it, promised you that he just don't want to eat too much chocolate but beside this, that he'll keep up with his normal eating habits. But now only without a dessert after Dinner and controlling his snacking a bit more. Even the rest of the members had to promise to you that they'll make sure that Jiminie will continue to eat his meals properly.

After the first two weeks you relaxed more and more, realized that he's only on this diet to advoid products with a lot of sugar in it. To make it easier for him and to enjoy the advantages of a sugar diet too, you joined him in his plans.

But that also means to ignore all these delicious sweets for easter in the supermarket. When you two went grocery shopping last week, Jimin shooted death glares to all these chocolate bunnies that tried to seduce him with their cute wrapping foil.

That's why you planned a little Easter surprise for him on Sunday so at least he'll not start to hate Easter completely.

After you two got back from your Brunch (where the restaurant service just wanted to make a nice gesture and placed a tiny chocolate candy in the shape of an easter egg on your seat, frustrated Jiminie only even more), you said to your Darling that you want to freshen yourself up quickly and then join him on the couch.

You stepped out of the bathroom in gorgeous pastel pink high heels, a matching set of lingerie and a metal hairband in the shape of bunny ears on the top of your head. The simple accessoire was decorated with cute flowers, which makes your sexy-cute appearance perfect.

When Jimin hear the clicking sound of your heels, he turns around to you confused until an expression of complete disbelief manifests in his face.

"...because you're on diet and the fact that you can't even eat one tiny chocolate easter bunny, I thought you should be able to-"

"...I should be able to eat at least a bunny out, right?", interrupt you Jimin when he comes to you with dark lustful eyes and a really hungry smirk on his lips.

"...Y-Yes...", you answer him breathlessly as he push you roughly against the wall and makes you drown in his passionate kiss.

"You're always my favourite treat of sweet and you know that, Baby.", growls Jimin into your ear when he directs you backwards to the bedroom.

Taehyung

You bite your lower lips hesitantly as you stare through the vitreous living room door into the big garden of Taehyung's and your shared apartement. Your actual plan was to hide some of the Easter Sweets for Taehyung in the house and in the garden as well. 

The idea itself is not bad or problematic at all. Just the fact that you're already dressed in the lingerie, that you bought extra for the sexy surprise you've prepared for Tae, is the actual problem. Maybe also the fact that your neighbours are an elderly couple with way too much time and their intense passion to watch the neighbourhood like hunting dogs. 

Especially when the dear old Madame notices something "very interesting", "very unusual" or "very suspicious" she just has to gossip with her dear Ladies on their weekly tea-parties about it.

And as we all know, old people don't know the term "sleep in", they're always already awake at six or seven a.m.

But then Taehyung's word cames back into your mind.

"Let them talk when they don't have a better Hobby than this."

With exactly these words in your head you open the terrace door and step in nothing more than your grey lingerie, your bunny ears and flip flops on your feet into the cool morning air.

Fuck it, let them gossip about whatever god knows!

It's still early in the morning, around 08:30 a.m., that's why every breeze is still a little chilly and you try your best to hide everything in the shortest time possible. You didn't want anything more than finally run inside into the warm living room!

You're so immersed into your hiding project that you don't recognize that someone is coming up behind you.

"Hm? Who do we have here? Did I disturb the Easter Bunny at his work? ...and I didn't know until now that Easter Bunnies are dressed so sexy~", you hear Taehyung's deep voice chuckling.

You gasp startled for breath, instinctively you want to cover your body with your arms and hands. Your Boyfriend starts laughing softly and pulling you into his arms to his warm chest. Automatically you're relaxing again when you're sure that only Tae saw you in this outfit here in the garden. Beside that you also appreciate the warmth of his body really much.

"I didn't know that my usually so reserved girl will become so bold on Easter Sunday and start to run around as a damn sexy bunny in the garden, dressed with nothing more than bunny ears and lacey transparent lingerie~", tease Taehyung with his typical boxy grin.

You're about to open your mouth to explain this unordinary situation but in that moment Tae already press a hungry kiss onto your own lips.

He guides you back the the terrace and pulls, without breaking the kiss, the cover of the garden couch down. Then he sit on the soft but still cool cushions down and placing you onto his lap, pulling you into a new heated kiss. The hard outline of his cock in his pyjama pants against your own damp center promise you, what thing he's planning to so with you. In your garden, on Easter Sunday and at fucking 08:45 a.m?!

"Tae, I don't know if-"

"Hey Baby... you're the one who started this here, sprinting around in our garden just wearing lingerie and bunny ears! I think, we should give our dear neighbours something really naughty but also really good to gossip about, right?", answers Tae your concerns with a smug smirk on his lips and is about to pull his pants down.

God, this Boy just knows how to push your limits in the right way!

Jungkook

Jungkook can't imagine someone who could better fit to him than you. Your personality is amazing, you two share a lot of interests and hobbies and you're just so dirty minded and kinky behind closed bedroom doors like Kookie himself.

But he has to admit that there is something he would like to do but doesn't dare to mention it to you. You've made "not so good" experiences with it in your former relationship.

Jungkooks likes it to have Sex without a condom, likes the feeling of shooting his load right into you, marking your body with his cum. But well, the bastard of your ex-boyfriend really forced you to have raw sex with him when you wasn't ready for it.

You only have been on your pill since a short amount of time back then and you didn't felt really comfortable to have already sex without a condom as a second guaranty.

When you tried to explain your worries to him, he just got mad and accused you to not trusting him. Then he even blackmailed you that he would break up with you when you're still not consent with it.

When you told Jungkook what happened he promised to himself to not mention his kink too early in your relationship. Even when he knows that both of you are completely clean and that you're on birth control. Plus the fact, that you always make sure to take them very regulary, he doesn't want you to feel pressured to do something like that when you're not ready for it. Then he wouldn't be any better than your damn ex!

And now?

Now you're standing infront of Jungkook's bed, almost completely naked, just wearing plushy bunny ears and a tail butt plug. These ears reminds Kookie of the floppy ones of a dwarf ram rabbit. Gosh you look adorable and so, so sexy.

Jungkook can't believe what he's hearing when you open slightly stuttering your lips.

"T-Today is Easter and around this time of a year, bunnies are in m-mating season and I thought... you, as my buck, would like to breed me, your bunny, too...", you mumble and chew nervously on your lower lip.

Kookie is speechless, don't know what to say or where the heck you got the info that he likes raw sex. The corners of your mouth turns into a small cheeky smile.

"You should be more careful when you're on the phone with one of your hyungs and didn't want to get accidentally overheard... And w-when I'm honest, I actually like raw sex. Well, when I trust my partner enough and I trust you, Jungkook. I just wanted to be a good Easter bunny for my buck so bad... p-please mate me, Kook."

Oh, you didn't know until now, how good Kookie will breed his cutest bunnygirl. How wet he could make you with Dirty Talk about Breeding, about filling you up to the brim with his semen, shooting his cum again and again into your hole until it's szoozing out of you.

You'll love the way Jungkook makes you feel~

[lethal-k]

Mi Corazón (JHS)

Hey all! Amanda here! I think I’m in love with this couple. I usually try not to define my character’s race, ethnicity, or nationality, but I really wanted to base this imagine loosely on my family’s old block parties. Plus, the lack of Hispanic representation within American literature is crazy, but it’s getting better as each day goes by! I just wanted to contribute to that! If you’re interested in me making imagines based on other cultures or anything, feel free to request it, just know that it may not be as rooted as this one, simply because this is my own heritage and I will have to do a lot of research on other cultures before diving in. Anyway, I also wanted an excuse to write an imagine where one of the members has to dance to Latin music because Latin music is so romantic. Hobi just seemed to fit the theme I was going for. Anyway, if you like this imagine please heart it, reblog it, and follow me! I love y’all, stay safe, and borahae <3

Genre: established relationship! au, fluff

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Word Count: 4.3K

Warnings: swearing, google-translated Spanish, pining and simping, mentions of cartels and gangs, small mentions of immigration, literally one of the most endearing couples I have ever written.

Summary: Y/n takes Hobi to meet her family at one of their famous Miami block parties. 

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  “What if they don’t accept me..” Hobi mutters while you guys search for a parking spot on the street.

  You glance at him, “What do you mean? What is there to not like about you?” You flash him a smile before returning your attention to the street, “This is ridiculous, I’m literally their child, I should get VIP parking for God’s sake.” you mutter while shaking your head. 

  Hoseok chuckles at you, “There’s one,” He points out a spot and you quickly start parking in between the two cars. He sort of deflates in his passenger seat while looking at the street lined with cars and the house that bustled with life. “What if they don’t accept me because I’m Korean? What if they think I’m not good enough for you because I can’t speak Spanish or dance well like you? What if they think my career is too much and that I won’t be able to take care of you?” He expresses his worries out loud. 

  You put the car in park before turning to face him in the seat. Leaning towards him, you grab his chin in your hand and squish his cheeks together. “Don’t worry, mi amor. My family moved into the U.S. from Mexico so they know what it feels like to not fully know a language while surrounded by English-speakers. They won’t judge you.”

  “Bu-” he tried to cut in.

  “Shh,” you shush him and put your finger on his lips, “I taught you different latin dance styles last week and you caught on super quickly. You’re making an effort to learn my language and they already know I can damn well take care of my own self but if they mention anything negative about your career then I will step in and tell them off. Okay? Stop worrying, they will love you.” He sighed and nodded, looking a little nervous. “Good, now let us go.” You give him a quick peck before getting out of the car. 

  Your parents had moved into the U.S. from the dangerous city of Culiacán, Sinaloa in Mexico in 1992. Six years before you were born. They had moved due to the dangers of the infamous Sinaloa cartel. They decided, instead, to settle down in Miami, Florida. Where they had you, your little brother, and your baby brother and sister. The youngest two are twins. You are their oldest child, now at age 22. Your little brother, Pedro, is now 19 and the twins, Miguel and Rosalína, are both 15. All of you grew up in the house that you and your boyfriend of 11 months are walking up to now. 

  Two years ago, you had moved to Seoul, Korea in hopes of reaching your dream to become a fashion designer. You chose South Korea because, well c’mon, Korean fashion is to die for. It also was not as cliche as New York, California, or Paris. A year and some months into living in Seoul, you met Hobi. Of course you knew who he was, but you treated him as any individual, which he took a liking to. Fast forward another month or two and you two started dating and now you are here, walking on your childhood street, up to your childhood home, about to meet your family and childhood friends. Yeah, you could say today was pretty special. 

  You two were walking up when all of a sudden a young woman who seemed to be the same age popped up in front of you both. “Y/n!!” She squealed.

Your smile grew wide and you pulled the girl into a bone-crushing hug, “Ay, Carlita! Cómo has estado?” 

  “Bien, bien.” She smiled back before glancing at your boyfriend, “Who is this?”

  You looked next to you and saw Hobi standing there, hands behind his back, and a shy smile on his face. You held out your hand towards him and he quickly took it, “Carlita, this is my boyfriend, Hoseok. Hobi, this is my childhood best friend, Carlita.”

  She smiled warmly before holding out her hand which he shook, “Hello there! It’s nice to finally meet the mysterious boyfriend.”

  Hobi chuckled and nodded at her, “It’s nice to meet you too.” His accent came out a bit and you smiled at his shy behavior.

  “Would you happen to know where everyone else is?” You asked, sort of wanting to get introductions done and over with so you can party with your boyfriend and family. 

  She shrugged, “I know that Pedro is playing video games with the boys in his room, I have no idea where everyone else is at.” 

  You sighed and shook your head while smirking, “That boy and his video games.”

  Carlita giggled at you before walking off, “Well welcome back home and it was nice to meet you, Hoseok! Maybe we can catch up more later but right now I have to stop Tío Edgardo from skateboarding. Old man claims that he is trying to regain his youth.” she rolls her eyes.

  You laughed at her and nodded. 

  “She seems nice.” Hobi commented in Korean.

  You smiled at him before grabbing his hand, “C’mon, let's go meet my little brother.”

  The two of you walked throughout your home before coming to a door in the hallway. You open it without knocking and low and behold, there is Pedro and a couple of friends playing Mario Kart. From the looks of it, your brother is losing terribly.

  “Pedroo.” You sing out his name in hopes of getting his attention.

  “What is it?” He asks, not looking up from the screen. You scoff at his reaction.

  “What? No, ‘hello sister’, ‘how are you sister’, ‘who is that man with you sister’” You tease.

  He shrugs, “Dude. Mario Kart. Priorities.”

  Your jaw drops and Hobi starts laughing hysterically. “This is what I get after saving your ass from mom and dad for years. The complete and utter disrespect.” You say, mocking offense with your hand on your heart.

  He smirks at your comment but his eyes remain glued to the screen, “Yeah yeah whatever. I’ll talk to you later outside, close the door on your way out.” 

  You shake your head, “I’ll hold you to that!” You yell as you close the door. 

  Hobi looks at you with a raised eyebrow and the same smirk that Pedro wore, “Have you two always been like that?”

  You nodded and giggled, “Yeah, pretty much.” He shook his head at you and wrapped his arms around your waist, walking behind you back into the main area of the house. 

  The two of you passed a couple of neighbors, all of them who greeted both of you with open arms and hands full of alcohol. You lead him through the kitchen, not glancing at your surroundings. You are about to walk to the backyard before you hear a familiar voice.

  “Ah, mi hija, si sales por esa puerta sin saludar, no dudaré en conseguir mi chancleta.” (Ah, my daughter, if you walk out that door without saying hello, I won’t hesitate to get my flip flop.) You freeze at the sound of your mother’s voice and turn around to find her staring at you with a pointed look. You smile sheepishly and shrug your shoulders before waving at her.

  “Hi, mama.” The look she was giving you faded off her face and transformed into a smile. You walked over to her and gave her a hug. She pulled you in, wrapping her arms around you tighter. You sighed in content, realizing how much you missed her and your home. The picture of her in the kitchen, glaring at you, and threatening you with her flip flop put you on a nostalgia trip. Although you wouldn’t trade your life right now for the world - a beautiful penthouse apartment with your boyfriend in the middle of South Korea’s capital - you did find yourself missing the smell of huevos con carne and chorizo that drifted throughout your home. You found yourself missing the melodic voice of Romeo Santos on Sunday mornings that indicated it was time to wake up and start cleaning. You found yourself missing the company of your siblings and the embrace of your parents. But as said before, you are currently living a wonderful life in Seoul, with your career progressing fast and the man of your dreams right beside you. 

  “I’ve missed you, you barely call anymore.” She scolds you while simultaneously pulling you into her even more.

  You nuzzle your face into her shoulder, “I’ve missed you too, mama. I promise to try calling more often.”

  You pulled away to smile at her, only to find her checking out your boyfriend from head to toe. “Ay, hija. ¿Quién es ese buen pedazo de culo que trajiste?” (Who is that fine piece of ass you brought with you?)

  Your eyes widened and you lightly smacked her arm, “Mama!” 

  She giggled and looked at you, “What?” she complained.

  You sighed and shook your head. You glanced over to Hobi to find him smiling warmly at you and your mom, despite not knowing what you two are saying.

  “Mama, this is Hoseok. My boyfriend.” You said, putting emphasis on the word boyfriend.

  He awkwardly smiled at her and waved, “Hello ma’am.” 

She smiled warmly at him while walking over, pulling him into a hug. You laughed at Hobi’s shocked face and little ‘oof’ at the strength of her pull.

  “Call me mama, ma’am makes me feel old.” Hobi smiled at her acceptance and hugged her back, looking to you for reassurance. You give him a quick thumbs up before she let him go and turned to you. “While the two of you are here, mind helping me carry out these dishes to the table outside?”

  You scoffed, “I’ve been here for a matter of 10 minutes and you are already putting me to work like I’m 12 again.”

  She smiled and shook her head, “It’s cause you always act like you’re 12, hija, now get let's make use of your boyfriend and his muscles and carry these enchiladas to the table.”

  You laughed at her antics before translating to Hobi what his task was and putting the tray of food in his hands. You grabbed a plate of tortas and she grabbed the empanadas before you started heading out. 

  “Thank you, hija, Hobi. I will see you both later, I have to go yell at Pedro for hiding away in his room.” She walks off, shaking your head and you smile at her retreating figure.

  “Your whole family seems nice so far.” He said, taking you into his arms and holding you. You giggled and pulled back slightly.

  “They’ll be your family soon too, hopefully.” You whispered, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

  He smiled and nodded, “And I cannot wait for the day that they do.” 

  You blushed at his confession before your eye catches two heads of hair that were identical by the pool. You smiled at Hobi and took his hand in yours, leading him towards the edge of the pool.

  “Rosa! Miguel!” You exclaim and stand behind them. Rosalína looks up at you from behind her glasses and smiles.

  “Hey sis!” You hug her from behind and she holds your arm. You pull away and look at Miguel expectantly, only to find that his eyes are somewhere else. You follow his gaze to a very familiar girl and smirk. 

  Rosa smacks him on the back of the head and he flinches, glaring at her. She nods her head towards you and Hobi and he looks at you two before smiling sheepishly. “Oh hey, Y/n..” You kept smirking at him and his face flushed red under your gaze. 

  “Still being a simp, I see.” You tease. He looks away, face turning 10 shades redder.

  “Shut up.” He trailed off.

  Hobi tapped your waist, pulling your attention to him. He tilted his head in confusion. “What joke am I missing?” He asked.

  Rosa snorted. She turned her head towards Hobi, catching his attention. “You see that girl over there, with the blonde hair?” She said and pointed. He nodded slowly, following the direction and looking at the girl. “Her name is Lucy. Miguel here has been pining after her for like- 5 years. Since we were 10! Can you believe that? I say he should just grow some balls and tell her that he likes her.” 

  You laughed at her choice of words while Hobi smirked. Miguel shoved her side in embarrassment. 

  “I’m not pining,” he glared at her before glancing at you, “Nor am I simping.” He trailed off while looking at Lucy before glancing at Hobi, “She is just super pretty and totally out of my league.”

  You smirked and looked at him, “Nah man, you’re totally simping.”

  “Literally, shut up, Y/n.” He said, crossing his arms and pouting.

  Hoseok smirked and laughed, “No, you should totally do it, kid. You only live once and the worst is that she’ll say no. But if she says yes…” He trailed off, leaving the rest to Miguel’s imagination. 

  Rosa high-fived Hobi, “Thank you! I’ve only been saying that for years! I’m Rosalína by the way, but you can call me Rosa. This idiot over here is Miguel.” She introduced herself.

  Hoseok smiled at her, “I’m Hobi, Y/n’s boyfriend.”

  “You’re in that one band, right? BTS?” she asked, tilting her head.

  He nodded, “Yep, that’s me.”

  “Nice,” She nodded, “I like your song Dope.”

  He smiled, “Thank you.”

  You watched the interaction with a big smile on your face. It seemed that your boyfriend was becoming more comfortable. And that couldn’t make you any happier. 

  You shook your head at your thoughts before looking towards your sister, “Hey Rosa, where is dad, anyway? I want to introduce him to Hobi.”

  She rolled her eyes, “Where do you think?” She snorted and nodded her head towards the make-shift dance floor. A few people moved out of the way to reveal your father, Modelo in hand, dancing merengue to Suavemente. 

  Your eyes widened and you let out a laugh of embarrassment, “Oh. My. God.”

  She shook her head before looking towards Hobi who wore amusement on his face. “That would be our father. He’s been like that for the past hour, I think that’s his 6th beer.”

  You giggled at the ridiculous man that you called your father before grabbing Hobi’s wrist. “C’mon, let me introduce you to the ol’ man.” 

  Hobi’s face lost all color and looked uneasy. Rosa laughed as you two walked off, waving bye. You could tell your boyfriend was nervous, after all this was your dad. Your father. Keeper of your heart. The man who raised you. If he didn’t approve of Hobi then it would be devastating to the both of you. 

  “Wait-” he stopped you from going on, “What if he doesn’t like me? What if I’m not good enough for his daughter? Hold on, does my shirt look okay? What about my hair?” He panicked.

  You decided to shut him up with a kiss straight on the lips. He froze for a second before relaxing into it and wrapping his arms around your waist. You giggled at him, “He will love you, Hobi. You look perfect.”

  He nodded, still a little dazed from the kiss. You left him on the side of the dance floor and dodged dancing neighbors until you met your father in the middle.

  “Suavemente! BESAME!” He shouted as you tapped his shoulder. You giggled as he turned around and looked at you in pure glee. “Mi princesa! How are you, mi corázon? Dance with me!” He exclaimed and grabbed your hands, pulling you into the dance with him.

  You laughed and threw your head back. “I’m good, papa! I want to introduce you to someone!” 

  He nodded at you and grinned wolfishly, “Then lead the way, Princess.” He followed you off the dance floor and to Hobi.

  “Papa, this is my boyfriend, Hoseok.” Hobi visibly gulped.

  “Hello, sir.” He said, putting on a charming smile and holding out his hand. 

  Your father’s eyes narrowed, looking Hobi up and down, a poker face on. “Boyfriend, huh?”

  Hoseok faltered for a second, “Yes, sir…” He said, using his other hand to scratch the back of his neck out of nerves.

  Your dad suddenly smiled and took his hand, pulling him into a hug, “Well welcome to the family then! It’s nice to meet you!” 

  Hobi visibly relaxed into the hug, smiling at you with a big grin. All you could do is smile back, happy that he made a good impression on your dad. 

  Your father pulled back and squinted at Hobi, “You hurt my daughter and I’ll kill you.” He said, gruffly. 

  Hobi’s eyes widened, “N-never, sir.” He stuttered.

  Your dad broke out into another smile again, “Good!” He clapped him on the back, “Here, let’s go have some drinks!” He led you two to the bar before leaving to go dance some more. 

  It was later that night, after more less-stressful introductions, multiple plates of food, and a few drinks that you and Hobi were sitting together at a table, watching the party and enjoying each other’s company. You were staring at your parents, who were in the middle of the dance floor. Corazón sin cara was playing as your parents swayed to the music, your father’s arms wrapped around your mother’s waist and her head leaning against his chest. You smiled softly at them with a look of fondness in your eyes. 

  “They seem to really love each other.” Hobi said, looking from you to your parents.

  “They always have,” You said softly, laying your head on your arms and looking at them, “They’ve been through a lot together, a lot of trials and tribulations. When I was a little girl, I thought they were the purest definition and example of true love. They’ve always had each other, and I used to yearn for that as a teenager.” You explain.

  Hobi smiles and puts his arm around you, “Well, my love, now you can think of us when you think of love. I want to give you everything, the world, and I want to have your back just like your dad has your mom’s.” He says, pushing your hair behind your ear.

  You turn to him and smile, pulling him into a slow and passionate kiss.

  “I love you so much.” You mumble against his lips.

  He smiles against you, “I love you too, jagi.” 

  It’s when Obsesíon by Aventura comes on the speaker that you pull away with a gasp and wide eyes.

  “What is it?” Hobi frowns, confused by your sudden behavior.

  You giggle, “This is my song!” You get up and find Carlita before pulling her to the dance floor. Hobi smiles at you, and how your eyes shined with excitement. He watches you from afar, noting how natural you look among the people you grew up around. Although he may not know anyone and sticks out like a sore thumb, you are the complete opposite, blending in as if you had never moved away to begin with. He thinks that you have never looked so beautiful, than you do right now, at ease and having fun with your friends and family. He remembers how excited you were for him to meet all of them, going as far as to teach him some Spanish and give him some Latin dance lessons. You were so excited for this trip, and now that you both are here, Hobi doesn’t ever want to leave. Because you look so happy here, and all he wants is your happiness. 

  “You love her.” Hobi looked to his right to find your father, sitting down next to him with two beers in his hand. He said it more as a statement than a question.

  Hobi glanced back at you, “Yes, sir. I do, very much.” He sighed out, watching the way your eyes lit up and your smile grew as you sang along with the song. He watched how you moved with ease to the melody with your best friend and he could only admire you and think of how lucky he is, to call you his.

  “I could tell, you’re looking at her as if she’s your world right now.” Your dad smiled gently at Hoseok.

  Hobi blushed a little and looked down before looking back up at him. “She is my world, sir. She’s helped me through a lot, and she supports my career and always is there if I need her. I only hope that I’m the same for her.” 

  Your dad gently laid his hand on Hobi’s shoulder, smiling at him. “You are. The look that’s on her face right now,” He nodded at you on the dance floor, laughing with Carlita, “I haven’t seen that look in a very long time. She was going through a lot when she left, and now I can see that she’s happy again. You make her happy, Hoseok. That’s all I could ever ask of you.” 

  Hoseok smiled at him, “Thank you, sir. That means a lot.” He looked back at you, smiling at you when you looked at him and winked. He blew a kiss to you before leaning back in the chair. “I’m not going to lie, I was nervous when she said that I would be meeting you all.”

  Your dad chuckles at that, “Yeah, I could understand that,” he sighs, “I have always been the first man in her heart. I’m used to protecting her, to providing for her, to loving her. But now I’m not the sole man in her heart anymore, you are there too.” He says. Hobi looks at your father to find him staring back at him intensely. He looked him dead in the eye, “I believe you are a good man, Hoseok, and I fully give you my approval and welcome you into our family.”

  Hobi’s face breaks into a wide grin, “I’ll cherish her for the rest of my lifetime, sir.”

  The song changed to something more upbeat, and you were suddenly calling out to him, beckoning him over to dance. 

  “I have no doubt that you will, now go get your girl.” Your father clapped his back as Hobi stood up and made his way over to you. 

  You took his hand in yours and started moving along to Como la Flor.

  “Baby, remember how I taught you cumbia? Well this is an iconic cumbia song!” You smiled. Hoseok squeezed your hand and started moving along with you, getting the movement and rhythm pretty quickly. He laughed at your tipsy state. But that didn’t matter, what mattered is that you were having fun, and that you were happy. And despite the alcohol effects, you still managed to dance like a professional. You giggled when Hobi spun you, and it was the most beautiful sound on this earth to him. The two of you were in your own world, dancing together and laughing with each other. You were so caught up in each other that you almost didn’t notice how the song changed into a slow one. But when you did, Hobi pulled you closer and you nuzzled into his chest as you danced bachata with him. He took extra lessons in this dance style, without you knowing, just because he knew it’s your favorite.

  “I love this song so much.” you mumbled, slurring your words a bit.

  “What is it?” He asks, whispering in your ear.

  “Imitadora by Romeo Santos aka king of bachata.” You mumbled back.

  He smiled at your cuteness, leaning down to peck your forehead. You two kept moving to the music, and he spun you around. “What is it about?” he asked when he pulled you back in.

  “It’s about how his lover changed and turned cold, no longer giving him the same love that she once did.” You stated, smiling up at him.

  He frowned, “Well that’s..romantically depressing.” He said.

  You snorted, “Romantically depressing?” 

  “Yeah,” He smirked down at you, “it’s a romantic song, but it’s also super depressing.”

  You shook your head at his ridiculousness and pulled him into a kiss.

  “At least the melody is pretty.” You said after pulling back.

  He pulled you closer to him, “Indeed it is, jagi. Indeed it is.”

  As cliche as it sounds, the world faded around you two, as you both got lost in the dance and each other. You two held each other as if the world was ending. Your souls intertwined and the two of you vibed together. The moment itself was as intimate as it could be, and it would forever remain one of your favorite memories of you two.

  Later that night, after the party had ended and everyone had either gone home or gone to sleep, the two of you laid in your bed. Surrounded by darkness, you stared at each other, whispering about how well today went and how much fun you had.

  “I think they like me.” He whispers to you, intertwining your fingers with his. 

  “Oh they definitely do,” you giggled.

  “What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrow.

  “My mom thinks you’re a ‘fine piece of ass’ as she calls it.” You snort.

  Hobi let out a surprise laugh, his cheeks turning the slightest bit of pink. You moved closer to him, cuddling up against his chest.

  “I would have to agree with her though.” You whisper.

  “Oh yeah?” He smiles down at you.

  “Mhmm,” you mumble, falling deeper into your sleep, “You looked so sexy tonight, dancing to Latin music.”

  He smirked down at you, kissing the top of your head and closing his eyes.

  “Yeah?,” he mumbled back, falling deeper into his own sleep, “I might have to do it more often, then.”

[farfromsugafanfic]

Drunk In Love

Genre: Best Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Hoseok/Reader

Warnings: drinking, bad karaoke, attempted sexual assault, unwanted sexual advances, this is super old and not as good as my other work lmao

Synopsis: You and Hoseok go out for the first time in a while. While singing your hearts out during bad karaoke and dancing til you dropped, the alcohol makes both of you realize that maybe you care a little more for each other than you thought.

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Okay, so this wasn't the first time you'd done drunk karaoke with Hobi. After the first time, you'd promised to never let it happen again, but he really should've learned to never make you keep promise when you were drunk. 

The two of you chose to sing "Drunk in Love". Although, if you were singing it sober Hobi would rap Jay-Z's part and you would sing, but neither of you was sober, so you ended up rapping. Hobi, while tasked with singing barely did because he was too busy laughing at your rap.

The bar cheered and whooped as the two of you performed. You figured it was mostly because they knew Hobi was an idol. You didn't have the best singing voice to begin with and drunk it was even worse. Hobi's singing, even when he was inebriated, was decent and you found yourself watching him fondly as he sang. You knew he would kill you when the footage ended up on YouTube. But you would worry about that later.

"He's got a hyphen in his name too," you said, slurring your words and a smirk breaking out across your face.

Hobi couldn't help but crack a smile at your observation, not seeing the point, but finding it cute nonetheless. 

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You first met Hoseok in dance class back in Gwangju. You were both awkward sixteen year olds, except for the fact that Hobi had already won a National dance competition and was closing a deal with an entertainment company. He was the talk of the entire class. 

You were intimidated the first time he led the class and politely corrected you. Your face flushed red and you tried not to make any more mistakes the entire class. 

"Hey, I didn't upset you, did I?" the boy asked you after class. 

"Oh, uh, no, sorry, I'm just new here," you said. 

He nodded. "Well, if you ever want to practice. I'm usually free after class."

After getting over your initial shyness, the two of you were fast friends. But the days you had together were numbered.

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The night before Hoseok left for Seoul the two of you got drunk. If either of your parents had found out both of you would be in trouble, but both of you had told them you would be out late at the studio. 

It wasn't exactly a lie. You were at the studio, as well as a six pack. The two of you laid on the hard wood floor of the studio and looked up at the ceiling as if the night sky was painted on it. The drunker you got, the more you believed it.

Feeling slightly bad for lying to your parents, you decided to actually have dance practice, despite the fact neither of you could dance without stumbling. But it turned into both of your belting the lyrics at the top of your lungs and trying not to fall over as you danced the best you could. 

It was the best night of your life.

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The club was packed, but you and Hobi didn't care. You were both already drunk and just went there to dance. Since both of your careers focused on dancing, no night out was complete without a trip to a club to show off your moves. 

You'd moved to Seoul just a year ago after finishing university and pursued dancing. You'd been a backup dancer for a few idols and in a few videos. Hobi had helped out a lot, but you didn't want to rely on him for gigs. 

You made your way to the middle of the crowd. It wasn't long until the crowd was around both of you, the attention only causing you and Hobi to show off more. Him, somehow completing a flip while drunk. That's when you decided to stop him before he hurt himself. 

"All right, all right," you said. "I think that's enough. Let's go get you a glass of water." 

Hobi sat at the bar, beginning to sober a bit when you made your way back out onto the floor. You began dancing with other people, not entirely conscious to who was dancing around you. 

"That guy you were dancing with earlier, he your boyfriend?" a guy you were dancing with asked. 

"No, just an old friend," you answered. 

"So, he wouldn't mind if..." 

The guy moved closer to you and placed his hands on your hips. You felt panic take over, pushing the guy's hands off of you. 

"No, but I do," you said, walking back towards the bar. 

"Hey, what's your problem? I was trying to be nice!" 

He tightly grabbed your arm. You tried to struggle free, but before you could get out of his grasp, the man was knocked away from you. 

"She said, she didn't want you to touch her," Hobi said, his face red. 

"I thought you said he wasn't your boyfriend," the guy said, slightly stunned by Hobi's intervention. 

"I'm not, but you shouldn't treat any girl like that. Boyfriend or not," he said. 

You felt your heart swell, at least before the alcohol started to wear off and you began to feel exhausted.

"Let's go home," Hobi said, wrapping his arm around you. 

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"Thank you," you said, after you'd walked a few blocks away from the club. You still had your arms around one another, mostly to keep each other from collapsing. 

"It was nothing," he said, but you could tell by the way his face grew red and he clenched his fists that it wasn't nothing. 

"Hobi, what's wrong?"

"I just hated seeing him touch you that way," he said. "Cause the only guy I could picture touching you is me." 

You laughed it off. Hobi normally said weird things when he was drunk. 

"Ooh, were you jealous?" you asked, playfully tracing your finger over your chest.

"I don't know," he said. "Probably..."

"What do you mean probably?" you asked, laughter still in your voice. 

"Cause, I love you," he said. "So, I was probably jealous." 

You stopped laughing. 

"You're drunker than I thought, Hobi," you said, tightening your arm around him and getting up the stairs to your apartment.

"Ah, honorific," he said, smirking. 

You couldn't help bit laugh slightly as you both collapsed onto your bed and fell asleep almost immediately. 

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You had a terrible headache when you woke up. You groaned and sat up, finding the bed empty. The shower was running and so you decided to start breakfast, hopefully something that would cure your massive hangover and the one Hobi surely had as well. 

"Good morning," Hobi said, dressed in a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, his hair still wet from the shower. 

"Good morning," you replied. "Hungover?" 

"Yeah," he said. "You?" 

You nodded. Your mind wandered back to the drunken confession from the night before. 

"How much do you remember of last night?" you asked. 

"Enough," he said, smiling. 

"You remember what you said?" 

"Every word."

[pudgecuddles]

Fic Recs!

Sorry this took a while to compile, but here you go, just in time for your birthday @chocochub!

I went ahead and tried to describe any triggers or reasons for the rating (sex vs. violence). I’m sorry if I missed anything that makes you uncomfy that‘s the last thing I want!

Also I got really sleepy around the time I was formatting this so sorry if there’s any errors with links, grammar, or trigger warnings. I’ve tried to be as thorough as I can, but many of these I’ve finished over a year ago and can’t recall every theme or possibly upsetting event :(

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Red Sky in Morning by GinForInk

Rating: E for Sex, Violence and Loss of Limb

Relationships: TaeJoon, YoonKook

Themes: Pirate AU, Curse AU, Adventure, Supernatural, Mystery, Horror

Summary: Captain Namjoon's cursed crew searches the Caribbean for a ship that can save them, and Namjoon's own men have more magic than they let on.

My notes: Even though there’s sex, it’s less smut and more romantic/stress relief than purposefully pornographic. Very heavy on Supernatural and Adventure. Characters are written very well! Definitely a favorite of mine.

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Hijacker’s Island by Gobi17

Rating: T for semi-graphic violence and attempted sexual assault from a villain.

Relationships: None

Themes: Hijack Gone Wrong, Plane Crash, Island Survival, Befriending the Baddies, Psychological Thriller, Mystery, Action

Summary: Jungkook's flight home ends in disaster as a group of hijackers take over the plane, and events quickly spiral out of control.

My Notes: I really loved this one. It was an interactive story where the audience was able to choose what choices Jungkook (the main character) would make. His survival depended on the answers, and I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. There is a lot of platonic character bonding, so no sex, however there is a bad guy that fixates on Kookie that later attempts to sexually assault him. If this is triggering to you please do not read.

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Butterfingers by jincherie

Rating: G

Relationships: RM/Reader

Themes: Co-workers, Teachers, Hybrids, Penguin-Hybrid Joon, Heavy Fluff, Penguin Courting uwu

Summary: He had you at the very first pebble he gave you.

My notes: Extremely cute. I’m not usually on for Reader fics as they’re usually rife with unneeded smut and OOC-ness, but I love Namjoon being an awkward, unusual Hybrid and I LOVE cute, animalistic behavior.

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Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Dragons, For You Are Crunchy And Taste Good With Ketchup by Runchrandom

Rating: T

Relationships: OT7, but Namjoon-centric

Themes: Supernatural, Humor, Crack treated seriously, part of a series, Dragon-Joon

Summary: In which Namjoon is a man who doesn't know what he wants, then accidentally figures it out while turning into a very large lizard.

My notes: Part of a very cute and funny series of Supernatural boyband BTS, navigating their inherent differences and similarities. Also lots of protective Dragon Namjoon taking good care of his Treasures UwU

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you have 1 new message by bazooka

Rating: T

Relationship: NamJin (my OTP)

Themes: Humor, Text Fic, Imbedded Pictures, Suspense/Mystery

Summary:

r u n c h r a n d a.

fuck

this is going to sound like the weirdest shit

okay look i used ur selcas to catfish and this older dude is gonna buy me stuff but i have to send him a selca with a peace sign

~ * ~ pingkeu jin ~ * ~

hahahahahahaha wtf

My notes: As someone who steers clear of text fics, this one I actually loved! Very funny and clever, the developing relationship between NamJin is hilarious. It also turns into a mystery/thriller???

(You can only read it if you have an Ao3 account as it’s locked to users only)

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Vending Machines and Bad Ideas by smiles

Rating: G

Themes: Blind Dates, Meet Cute, Humor, Rom-Com

Relationships: 2Seok

Summary: Hoseok needed to focus, regroup. He needed to evaluate the situation, weigh his options, and find a solution. He needed to work through this like the capable adult he was. He needed to get his hand out of this stupid vending machine.

My notes: 2Seok is a guilty pleasure of mine lol. This was cute, funny and sweet.

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Human by SunShineSwag

Rating: E for Graphic Violence, Many Murders, Sex, Mentions of Past Abuse and Temporary Character Death

Themes: Serial Killer/Dexter AU, Suspense/Mystery, Romance, Crime, Fluff, Hobi Teaches Yoongi How To Emotion™

Relationships: SOPE, NamJin, side VMinKook

Summary: During the day, Yoongi works for the police as a forensic expert.

But when night falls, he becomes a nightmare.

A serial killer.

My notes: Just finished this one and wow I’m so in love! It seems really intimidating from the tags and summary, but I swear it is also super ooey gooey soft and mushy. There is lots of angst, suspense and hurt/comfort, but with a very happy ending! I actually avoided this fic for a few months cause I didn’t think I was in the right headspace for something super dark, but it was actually quite fluffy.

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Jungkook’s House for the Wayward Werewolf by Rivertoforever

Rating: T for Non-Sexual Intimacy

Themes: Supernatural, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, slight Dom/sub dynamics, Werewolfs, Very Non-Traditional ABO, Asexual/Poly Relationship, Roomate AUish

Relationships: OT7 but very Jungkook-centric

Summary: Being the only human in a household of werewolves can lead to strange experiences, mixed signals, weird behaviour and a lap full of fur.

My notes: This is one of my favorite stories of all time! It’s unfortunately unfinished and has been for a while, so if you’re not a fan of WIPs this won’t be for you :( Otherwise, I reread it all the time! I remember loving the relationship and dynamic between the characters and how they were all very respectful of JK not wanting to be physical with them. A year later I discover I’m Ace! Haha! I consider this fic one of the many things that pushed me in the right direction. It’s very cute, fluffy and soft!

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[And uh... I considered putting this on the list before but thought it was a little too heavy on sex/smut so I took it off, but I’ll leave it here for you to decide. I think that the smut scenes in this fic aren’t necessarily there for “smexy cock fun times” and are more outright statements on gender equality, sociology, informed consent and healthy relationships. Hence why I’ve left it in!]

Mentoring on Marsa by FlyYouFools1

Rating: E for Sex, Firm Dub-Con, Discussion of Non-Con, Violence, Unhealthy Relationships

Themes: ABO, Technically Aliens?, Societal Differences, Culture Shock, Kind of Sugar Baby AU, Viva La Omegan Revolution, Teaching Alphas to Not Be Dicks™, One Big Fat Metaphor for Real Life Gender Discrimination and Systematic Abuse

Relationships: VMinKook, YoonJinNamSeok

Summary: Jungkook comes to the planet Marsa after being promised a full scholarship to Marsa National University. When the scholarship falls through, his academic advisor gives him the number for a mentoring service for newly stranded omegas on Marsa. With rent due, no way home, and no success in finding a job, Jungkook calls the number. The organization sends him Min Yoongi, a fellow omega who's been living on Marsa for 8 years. Yoongi teaches him how to survive. Jungkook's first attempt at survival is alpha couple Jimin and Taehyung.

My notes: This is the really long part one that just finished. It’s 50 chapters of emotional healing, statements on consent, character growth and sneaky omegas. I’m a huge fan of non-traditional ABO fics, and I love when sex is treated not as a “just cause I can”, but as an actual example of gender politics and relationship growth. If anyone is aspec, this might not be the story for you! But if you can mentally push past the idea of sex, I assure you it’s not “porn for the sake of porn”.

[honeymoonjin]

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Smut is in bold.

THIS IS MY OLD MASTERLIST. I will not be updating it. My new masterlist is here.

Play Hard Every one of your friends in the industry told you when you were starting out that the secret to fame was Kim Seokjin. Every person that had subbed under him in his exclusive Play Hard webseries had quickly become a sought-after name in porn. The only catch? You had to survive him first. 

darlin’ You’re an actress that needs to learn to ride a horse for your next role. Jin’s the cowboy tasked with teaching you.

pine You’ve been hiding your crush on your best friend Jin for far too long now, but it turns out he feels the same.

transition Seokjin’s job as a Grim Reaper is to guide souls after they die, but you’re not interested in moving on just yet.

pasta la vista  In which you, a food critic, wonders how Kim Seokjin manages to stay in business, considering how terrible his food seems to be. Alternatively, Kim Seokjin does not know how to flirt.

Boseong Breakfast it may be misfortune that brings you to min yoongi’s door looking for a place to stay, but luckily holly lodge has a vacancy.

Empress (yoonji) The most powerful woman in the nation, Empress Min gets whatever she wants. And she wants you.

daegu hold ‘em Sugar daddy au. Not really any plot lmao.

baby fever Doctor Min Yoongi is your fertility specialist, but during the artificial insemination procedure he has some...unorthodox methods.

mi casa When Yoongi brings you home to spend the holiday season with his family, he finally realizes he’s in love with you.

curious ft kth Taehyung is unsure of his sexuality, and you and your boyfriend Yoongi are only too happy to let him experiment with you. Threesome.

땡 / Ddaeng When blackmailed by a sasaeng, you and Yoongi decide to instead release a diss-track featuring audio from an illegally obtained video of the two of you having sex.

dul, set - ft jhs After a tiring week, you relish the chance to cuddle with your boyfriends.

dul, set part two - ft jhs You enjoy a lazy Saturday with Hobi and Yoongi, and they help you unwind.

unravel You just want Yoongi to see himself the way you see him.

warm ft jhs  Officially a sequel to my two-part series, Running Man Bangtan (listed under the OT7 series banner above) but can be read as a standalone. 

hot fuzz ft knj your two boyfriends play good cop-bad cop.

heavy Mafia leader Hoseok is having problems with loyalty in his ranks. Luckily, you’ll always be there for him to relieve a little stress when he needs it.

close enough Hoseok thinks you’re getting a little too close to the other members, and he’s sick of it. part two now available here!

us Amongst the publicity of being an idol, Hoseok wants his proposal to be a private affair.

dul, set - ft myg After a tiring week, you relish the chance to cuddle with your boyfriends.

dul, set part two - ft myg You enjoy a lazy Saturday with Hobi and Yoongi, and they help you unwind.

warm ft myg Officially a sequel to my two-part series, Running Man Bangtan (listed on the series masterlist) but can be read as a standalone. 

“I forgot I was a single parent.” Short drabble.

hot fuzz ft jhs your two boyfriends play good cop-bad cop.

sexual healing When your own hand won’t work in relieving your sexual frustrations, you turn to a professional.

keyed up When your mutual roommate Namjoon gets a little too strung out, you and Taehyung offer to help relieve some tension.

hey mama One-shot for Mother’s Day. You spend an evening in with Namjoon and your two boys.

going up? You didn’t expect to be trapped in a faulty elevator with the President of South Korea, but it’s still preferable to having to take the stairs.

sick day Namjoon gets a week off work, but you don’t, and he's starting to get a little frustrated.

extracurricular  In an effort to make a good impression on his parents, you get Namjoon to teach you some Korean.

chingu?  You reunite with your childhood friend Kim Namjoon on a Korean variety show.

tumble dry

When Jimin overhears you confessing to Jungkook that you want to ride his thighs, Jimin allows you...on one condition.

radio silence Jimin wants to indulge in his exhibitionism kink on the grandest scale: while at the Grammys.

appa Jimin comes home from tour to visit his newborn son for the first time.

breaking point  You don’t think you can continue being in a relationship with Jimin anymore.

arrivals  Things go wrong at the airport when Jimin’s wife and daughter accompany BTS on a flight.

the a.m  Jimin’s not too happy when your alarm wakes him up in the morning.

“Quit it or I’ll bite.” Short drabble.

Upstream Colour You go to Venice to decompress from your stressful job. Instead, you find a soulful gondolier that makes you never want to leave.

keyed up When your mutual roommate Namjoon gets a little too strung out, you and Taehyung offer to help relieve some tension.

roomie Falling in love with your cell mate isn’t generally advisable.

You’re an artsy person This is actually a scenario/headcanon, but since it’s just for Taehyung I’m putting it here. You meet your boyfriend at an art exhibit where he seems completely entranced in a painting.

Confessions of Love are Best Done Sober  Kim Taehyung used to be your best friend in primary school, but he’s changed into a completely different person. While you drink yourself into oblivion at a party, he has something to tell you.

itty-bitty  After finally moving in with your just-married husband, you have some more exciting news to tell him.

curious ft myg Taehyung is unsure of his sexuality, and you and your boyfriend Yoongi are only too happy to let him experiment with you. Threesome. 

anpanman your best friend jungkook finally convinces you to seek therapy for your failing mental health. the only catch? the one therapist that’s within your price range is an alternative marriage counsellor, jung hoseok, and the only way jungkook managed to get you an appointment was by saying the two of you were married. will couples counselling actually be useful for your wellbeing, or will something that runs much deeper rise to the surface instead?

green room Jungkook isn’t happy with how you acted while he was on stage. 

high-rise Getting locked out on a rooftop when you’re meant to be going on stage in five minutes is less than ideal, but luckily Jungkook has his girlfriend to keep him company.

shark week When you get your period while at a restaurant with your boyfriend and the rest of BTS, you just want to grin and bear it, but Jungkook seems determined to show off to his hyungs how supportive he is.

the name game Jungkook likes to think he’s a genius at coming up with baby names. You, his heavily pregnant girlfriend, would have to disagree.

Roll Credits  After a string of misfortunes and troubles, you find yourself crying your eyes out in a movie theater. Luckily, the cute usher wants to make sure you didn’t miss the film.

The Daily Grind 

Jeon Jungkook has a crush on the girl that comes to the coffee shop he works at, but she’s too invested in her studying to even give him a second glance.

makin’ monet + part two Jungkook’s attention is caught by his roommate Taehyung’s odd collection of fake paintings, and he’s determined to find the painter.

“You look pretty hot in plaid.” Short drabble.

miscellaneous ot7 content

“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.” Short idol!verse drabble.

bangtan baby - ot7 x reader fluff Just a little headcanon I wrote where the reader is dating Hoseok’s sister and he becomes their sperm donor surrogate and then all of bts become like dads to this baby.

seven - ot7 x reader angst You fly out to surprise your touring boyfriends and give them some exciting news, but you find out you’re not welcome.

eight - ot7 x reader angst and fluff A much-requested sequel to seven. The boys find out what happened, and why you came in the first place.

ten - ot7 x reader fluff A look at how your life changes now that you’re parents. The final part to the Seven and Eight one-shots.

[readyplayerhobi]

Honey Tea

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 2.2k

; Synopsis: A bad day is always made better by something soothing and warm, which is exactly what you get in the form of Jung Hoseok.

; A/N: Just something I wrote as I was feeling a bit down and wanted to be cheered up with Peppermint Hobi <3 just like honey tea, he’s soothing and calming. Obviously this is part of the Peppermint world. It’s unedited but whatever.

-

Today had been a crap day. A really, terrible day that had made you just wish that you could go home, go to sleep and get to tomorrow already. You didn’t even really have an exact reason to blame to justify why it had been a bad day. It was just one of those where everything went wrong.

You’d struggled to write an article that Taehyung had suggested to you this morning when you’d found yourself at a complete writer’s block. It had only been after you’d managed to slog through half of the article that your computer had promptly died and it hadn’t bothered to autosave for some god forsaken reason.

And then the deli down the street messed up your order and gave you cucumber for some god forsaken reason. In the whole time you’ve worked at Poppin’ Culture, you have never asked for cucumber. For good reason! The very smell of it makes you gag, so you’d been just delighted to have to almost throw away $5 worth of food because cucumber is an insidious food which infects anything it touches with its taste.

Jimin had been highly amused by your disgust and had traded you his lunch instead, happily eating your tuna salad with cucumber while you got stuck eating a sad cup ramen that didn’t even taste good.

Then you’d discovered that there was no peppermint tea left in the kitchen to make the drink that calmed you down the most, leaving you furious for the rest of the afternoon. To top it all off, Hoseok hadn’t been at work all day due to being at a gaming convention with the games team to help record videos there.

All you really wanted right now, was to curl up with your boyfriend on his couch and watch him play one of those RPG games he adores so much while you munch down on the delicious pizza he can get delivered from that place near him.

Instead, you’re stuck on your own couch wrapped up in a blanket in some ratty old pyjamas that look terrible but are comfy. And your food option is going to be mediocre Chinese from the restaurant down the block that you can never quite tell if you like or not. But you can’t be bothered to cook, because all you want to do is slob on the couch and watch a box set of something.

Not Breaking Bad, because you really just can’t get into it despite all the critical acclaim and Hoseok begging you to just watch it.

Instead, you’ve clicked onto Sabrina on Netflix and begin rewatching the series from the start. Neither you nor Hoseok had quite known what to expect once you’d started watching it, yet you’d both been pleasantly surprised with what you’d seen and had devoured the second season when it had arrived.

You only get five minutes into the first episode when your doorbell rings, causing you to pause Netflix and scowl at the door. Who the hell is coming by your apartment at this time and why are they interrupting your brooding time?

Groaning quietly, you stand and shuffle over to the door while wondering if maybe you’d ordered something. You normally get your stuff delivered to Hoseok’s lately as you’re there more often than not and his neighbour is nicer than yours.

Yours just likes to bitch at you and moan because they’d taken a parcel, as if you’d asked them to defend the nation or some bullshit. So it was just easier as Hoseok’s neighbour liked you and constantly tried to feed you cookies every time you went over. It was honestly to the point that Hoseok pouted a little at the attention you got, leading to you giving him half of the cookie every time.

Unlocking the door, you pull it open just enough to peer through with a moody face before you practically light up with happiness. Swinging the door open, you let out an excited noise before rushing forward to wrap your arms around your boyfriend, who laughs and holds the pizza box he’s holding in the air to prevent you from knocking it to the floor.

The boyfriend who should not be here but instead hundreds of miles away.

“Hobi! What are you doing here?! You’re supposed to still be at the convention!” You rush out, looking up at him with a grin as your chin rests on his chest. Already you feel better, just feeling his solid warmth in your arms and the comforting scent of him.

“Well...they decided that they weren’t going to film tomorrow as it was the last day. So there was no need for me to be there and I got the earliest flight I could.” He’s shuffling you into your apartment slowly, a strange little dance that involves him trying to keep you upright as you seem to be refusing to let go of him.

It’s only when he gives you an exasperated look, his eyes wide behind his glasses while he presses his lips together to try and hold in a laugh that you finally let go, hands moving off him hesitantly before you stand back with a pout.

“But you love those conventions, and that means you could have just spent tomorrow looking at all the cool games and playing them. Didn’t you say that erm...what’s it called is going to be there and you really wanted to play it? Err...Last of Us?” You could barely remember what he got excited over as he got excited over a lot of stuff, but this was a game you didn’t understand why he liked it. It was horror, and he didn’t do well with horror.

Yet he still loved it and went on about it constantly to you.

Hoseok moves past you after kicking off his shoes and heads into your tiny living room, shrugging off his backpack onto the floor before sitting on your couch. His apartment is bigger than yours, and you miss it intensely as he sits there. There’s something oddly comforting about all the nerd memorabilia of his place, making it look far more lived in than your place.

“It’s there, yeah. But I wanted to come home to you. Jimin messaged me this morning and said you’re not in a good mood so...yeah.” Your earlier bad mood seems like a distant memory now and you want to just sit on his lap and kiss him silly, the shy happiness at him voluntarily giving up something he was excited for to come home to you almost threatening to overwhelm you.

How anyone could dislike this sweet man was beyond you.

Sitting next to him, you accept the slice of pizza with a tiny thanks before you find yourself leaning against his shoulder and sighing heavily. He doesn’t say anything, just takes a bite of his own pizza and lets you stew for a few minutes before you take a bite of your own.

It’s from the place near him, the one that you’d been craving about and suddenly you’re feeling a little bit overwhelmed. The days emotions and stresses finally crack and you sniff pathetically, tears rising as you look down at your pizza slice as if it might have all the answers.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Hoseok asks softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you tightly into him as he puts his slice back down before putting yours down too. Soft lips press to your forehead and he’s shifting you till you’re as close to him as you can get, legs laid over his lap. “Did something bad happen? You didn’t say anything in your texts?”

Shaking your head, you burrow your head into his neck and inhale him deeply. His innate sense of calm that he always carries with him is soothing right now, his hand making long and relaxing strokes along your back and you feel safe.

“It’s dumb, it’s just...I’m just being stupid. I just...everything felt like it went wrong today and I got super upset and stressed over it all. I’m just...overreacting.” You say pathetically, trying to reassure him that it was just you being silly over it all. Thinking back on it, you certainly felt like you’d over-reacted and felt a little embarrassed that Jimin had even messaged him about it.

Hoseok doesn’t say anything for a moment, just holding you close before he lets out a quiet and rests his cheek against your head. You let your fingers trail over his Pokémon shirt, long since used to his pop culture related fashion.

“Don’t say that, and don’t think that. If you were feeling stressed and upset, then you were feeling stressed and upset. You don’t have to justify it to me or even yourself, okay? Sometimes you just have bad mental health days, and that’s okay. I’m not going to laugh at you, you know I’m the last person who would do that. Obviously things have just piled up for you and today is the day you’d had enough. Are you still upset?” Lips pouting almost childishly slightly, you shake your head as best you can with it jammed between his shoulder and jaw.

“Good, do you want to talk about it?” He lets the question hang in the air and you ponder for a moment, wondering if you actually want to talk about anything or not. Eventually, you shake your head once more before leaning back till you can look at him.

Up this close, you can see almost every pore on his face from the tiny red dot that’s evidently a spot forming to the slightest bit of stubble on his upper lip. He has a ridiculously slow hair growth on everywhere except his damn head, where it grows like lightning and he has to get it cut at least once a month. But facial hair? The man can go days with only the slightest growth.

And he’s quite evidently been lax at the convention, leading to you running your finger over it with a teasing smile. “No, I’m okay. Honestly. Nothing to talk about, just...me getting a bit stressed and I think I missed you more than I realised. I feel okay now, I swear.”

He shifts his head away from you with the slightest scowl, his black rimmed glasses sliding down the elegant slope of his nose a bit more at the movement while his dark hair falls into his eyes, causing him to shake his head once more. Just as you’d said, he needed to get it cut already.

“Okay...but if you want to talk-” You cut him off by reaching up to cup his cheeks, running your fingers along the still smooth skin of his cheeks and squeezing until his lips purse out in a pout. He’s giving you a rather unimpressed look with his eyes, but you know he’s amusing you to make sure that you’re okay.

“No, I’m fine. I just want to eat pizza and cuddle with you. This, us, it’s what I needed. Thank you for coming back early.” Whispering by the end, you let one hand drop while the other plays with the collar of his shirt, running along the edge until you reach his black hoodie.

He sighs before kissing your head again and taking your hand, interlinking your fingers and playing with it carefully. “You’re welcome. I’d rather be here with you than in a room full of people I don’t know. I don’t like going to them without you, it’s just too much noise and people and...yeah.”

Smirking at him, you lean up to kiss at his jaw teasingly. “That’s sweet. I hope you were okay while there too. And I’m guessing the fact that you can get sex here has nothing to do with coming back either right?”

Hoseok is sputtering, his cheeks turning a bright red that rivals when he’s drunk as he looks all around the room and his free hand running through his hair nervously. “W-wha-what, no?! That’s not w-why I c-came back! I love you, that’s why! The s-s-sex is...a bonus.”

“I’m kidding, I doubt you even thought of that. But I will say that I love you, and thank you for thinking of me. It means a lot.” You lean forward and grab both pizza slices before feeding one of them to him, not even sure which slice was who’s anymore.

He watches you warily for a moment before accepting and nodding slowly. “I’m always thinking of you so, no need to thank me. And I love you more.”

“Are you wanting sex or are you trying to butter me up to let you play that game I don’t like again?” You eye him, narrowing your gaze on him as he steadfastly refuses to look in your direction even as you can see him trying to press his lips together.

“Sex?”

“Oh, you so want to play it don’t you? I hate it! Why can’t you play it when I’m not there?”

“Because I like playing games with you! And I like it!”

“Fine, but only because you brought me this pizza.”

“I love you.”

[seokjinvampire]

BTS reaction to their s/o randomly summoning them (Hyung Line)

Warnings: fluff!! supernatural au, lil mentions of blood

Namjoon:

You were currently in your lounge munching on the green salad leaves as you were watching a random wildlife documentary that was playing on National Geographic. It came as a shock to nobody when the Angel of Nature fell in love with a human who also had an immense love and attachment with nature.

Your favourite past time with your boyfriend was watching documentaries or reading books regarding nature. Whenever one of you learned something new, you both shared it with each other imeediately so right now were immensely proud of your self control as you had been watching the documentary for almost 40 minutes now but you didn't once summon Namjoon. Despite the fact your whole body was itching to do that every minute or so. 

“Ruggie land hermit crab also known as Coenobita Rugosus is found both inland and on coastal sandy shores, sand dunes and sand dune vegetation. They feed on detr-”

Hearing those words by the narrator were the last straw of your self control as you quickly summoned your boyfriend not wanting him to miss out the opportunity to see this.

“Baby is everything oka-”

“Joonie!” You jump up from the sofa and ran towards where Namjoon was standing and embraced him in a bear hug.

“I’m fine! I’m watching this documentary and they suddenly started talking about ruggie hermit crabs and you told me yesterday that you are really into hermit crabs these days so i couldn’t stop myself from summoning you.”

“If that’s the case, you should’ve summoned me sooner!” He said as he let out an excited laugh and made you cuddle with him as you both watched the remaining of the documentary together. 

Seokjin:

Recently you had developed a sudden passion for cooking and had been trying new dishes every now and then. Today was Tuesday which meant that you would be making a savoury dish. Considering you had made kimchi two weeks ago you decided to make kimchi stew for dinner today. 

You opened up YouTube on the TV that was placed in the kitchen in front of the counter. Most of the dishes you recently were able to learn was because of Youtube and the immense number of cooking videos they had. Clicking on the video of ‘How to make Kimchi Stew’ by your favourite Korean Youtuber, you got straight to work. 

“First we need to cut the meat and kimchi into bite sizes. Slice the tofu about 1/2-inch thick, and then roughly chop the scallions.”

“Okay it’s chop chop time.” You grab your favourite red coloured knife from the magnetic knife holder and started cutting up the tofu. When you move into the meat, you glance up the clock to see what time it is and in amidst of all of that,  you accidentally end up cutting your finger. 

“Ouch!”

A tear rolled down your cheek at that sudden pain that bloomed in your finger. Blood was profusely seeping out of your index finger and you immediately grabbed a ton of napkins that were placed beside you and applied pressure on the wound. After a few minutes when the flow of the blood had stopped, you put up a bandage on the wound and again started on with the cooking.

“Now you have to wait for this to boil until the tofu is cooked through which is about 5 minutes. Then serve while bubbling over from the heat and you can pair with a bowl of hot sticky rice.” 

The moment you tasted the stew, you knew you had to summon Jin and make him taste the dish also.

“What dish do I have the honour of tasting today?” The sweet voice of your handsome angel boyfriend called out as he walked over to you with an excited gleam in his eyes to taste the food you made.

“Kimchi stew! I used the kimchi that I made a few weeks to make this and Jinnie you have no idea on how good this tastes. I mean even I was shocked. I hope you like it because really my blood, sweat and tears went into making this.”

A smile graced Jin’s features as he softly ruffled with the curls that had escaped from the confinement of your bun and glanced down on your index number that was wrapped up in a bandage. He grabbed your hands and brought up your fingers to his lips so he could kiss the injured index finger.

“Baby of course it would taste delicious, after all you are an amazing cook and my favorite one at that.”

“Oh my god I feel so hounerd to be praise by the Kim Seokjin.”

“Oh hush it”

An easy laughter fell in between the both you as you guys ate the kimchi stew you made. 

Yoongi: 

You groaned as you were lying face first in your bed while snuggling in the plushies that were all around you. Your period had just started a few hours and you were experiencing the worst cramps ever. The cramps were always the worst on the first day. A tear rolled down your cheek as another cramp hit you and made you curl up in your bed even more. Not being able to handle the pain anymore as you craved the warmth and comfort of your angel boyfriend, you immediately summoned Yoongi.

“Y/N are you okay?” A whimper made its way through your lips as you looked up with your tear stricken and swollen face to find your boyfriend leaning in the doorway of your shared bedroom. You slowly shook your head sideways as more tears rolled their way down your cheeks.

Panic evident on Yoongi’s features he immediately walked over to you as he encased your small hand in his large ones. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

“Its just my tummy. It really hurts.”

“Did you eat something weird after I left? You were fine in the morning.”

“No m-my period started a few hours ago and its hurts really bad.”

His face suddenly softened and lips turned up in a half smile. “Ah well if that is the case, do you want me to make you some hot chocolate?”

Nod.

“And wanna watch some sappy romance movie?”

Nod. 

“And do you want to... perhaps cuddle?”

“Of course!” 

Hoseok:

“Rose, listen to me. Listen. Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“It brought me to you. And I'm thankful, Rose. I'm thankful.” 

“You must do me this honor... promise me you will survive... that you will never give up... no matter what happens... no matter how hopeless... promise me now, and never let go of that promise.”

“I promise.”

“Never let go.”

“I promise. I will never let go, Jack. I'll never let go.” 

Tears were rolling down your cheeks as you were contemplating your decision to watch the movie alone on a Friday night. You always watched this movie with Hoseok by your side so whenever you ended up crying he was the one who was kissing your tears away. 

Another sob wrecked through your body and you wanted nothing more than your boyfriend hold you and kiss your tears away. 

“Baby you okay?”

“H-hobi, can you please hug me?”

Hoseok’s gaze drifted towards to the tv, when he saw the movie that was being played and the steady stream of tears that were flowing their way down your cheeks, it didn't take long for him to connect the two dots together.  

“Aww love, come here.” Hoseok walked over and sat next to you on the sofa you were sitting on. He grabbed your legs and placed them in such a way that you were almost sitting on his lap.

His hand came up and rested on your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears that were resting there. 

“I thought that I’ve watched this movie so many times so I wont cry now but I still cried like a baby. Gosh this is embrassing.”

“Oh no no, its ok. I like this side you. I love on how expressive you are with your emotions. It always makes me realize on how it is be a human.”

“Hobi you flatter me so much.” You say with a smile on you face.

Hoseok offered you a warm smile as leaned forward and kissed your forehead, “Only for you.”

[girlmeetsliv3]

Paradiso: Thirteen

Author’s note: this is it, folks, the beginning of the end. It’s a little short because the hell rides that the ending is going to be tbh. Hope you enjoy it! Remember this is all fiction and does not represent the character of Bangtan, thank you. Enjoy ~~~

Sunday mornings were always peaceful. A perfect time for staying in bed and relaxing, having breakfast with the family, or spending time with the ones you loved before the horror of Monday and the work week began. The calm before the storm – that’s the perfect definition for this Sunday morning. Be assured that a storm was headed your way, both a literal and metaphorical one, but let’s not dwell on that now. You lay in a cocoon of blankets, pillows, and Hoseok’s body. Truthfully it was moments like this that allowed for a much-needed break from the anxiety, dread, paranoia, and terror that seemed to consume you whenever Hobi was conscious. Moments like these reminded you that the man sleeping so peacefully next to you was human and that had a lot of implications you didn’t want to dwell on. It was easier when he was awake when his cold eyes would pierce through your own and the word monster echoed in your head. But there’s no point in questioning these things in the few seconds you’re permitted to be alone. Sadly, even your thoughts weren’t your own anymore.

           The sun crept higher in the sky and began to illuminate most of the room, however, due to the position Hoseok was sleeping in and where the pillow was placed, a large shadow was cast over his face; only a sliver of light hitting it. You stared at him in a mixture of awe and contempt, one more than the other – though which one you did not know for certain. His beauty was unparalleled, and you finally understood how it is people could be tempted into sin. Hell, he should have been a capital sin himself. A sound distracted you, one you recognized as the notification sound from a phone. Your eyes darted past the sleeping figure to the nightstand on the right of the bed. There seemed to be two typical cabinets, but the longer you stared it, the edge of the lining of the nightstand was slightly protruding. Ah, there it is. Detangling yourself from your capture did not prove an easy task, but Hoseok was exhausted after last night. A memory that brought vile up your throat, but if it meant he would be in a deeper sleep than usual it was a price you were willing to pay.

           Sound was the enemy. You strived to be as quiet as inhumanly possible. Even the rustling from the carpet made to much noise, so you settled on walking nearly on your toes until you reached the stand. Thankfully, the hidden cabinet slid open without resistance and you began to think for once fate was on your side. There were two objects that stared at you in the face: one a black bloated leather wallet, which was too feminine to be his, and a black phone with a small light in the corner blinking. This was the fork in the road and you knew the decision was yours to make. Your hand hovered slightly over both and your heart began to pound loudly in your ears. The brain and the heart are often at odds, but now they were determined to go to war over this, but in the end,  one won out. It doesn’t matter who you were, all that matters are what you are. The phone turned on the moment you grabbed it and several notifications appeared on the lock screen: emails, a missed call, a voicemail, and a notification from the news app. The phone was surprisingly unlocked and the first thing you focused on finding was the map.

           The little blue dot alerted your precise location and required you to zoom out until the form of an island surrounded by the sea took up the screen, its name in bold black letters: Jeju island. Hoseok hadn’t lied about it being an island and that disappointed you greatly. There was simply no way out and if something in the back of your head hadn’t pushed you to open the search app and type in the name, you would have surely resigned yourself to your fate. The loading bar inched little by little and you felt the clock was starting to dwindle down. Finally, the information popped up resulting in the name, image, and basic information of the island. Your eyes skimmed through it until you landed on something that caused your eyes to tear up and your heart to jolt: “Population: 621,550.” Adrenaline rushed through your veins and a new sense of determination and hope soared through your entire being.

           You quickly deleted the recent history off the phone and placed just how you had found it, before making your way back to bed. Tangling yourself with Hoseok’s limbs caused him to finally awaken and he gazed at you drowsily. A smile so wide, it crinkled the corners of your eyes, appeared as you kissed his lips softly. “Good Morning, Hobi. Sleep well?” His mind was not fully awake yet, so he didn’t catch the edge behind your voice, didn’t notice the light that returned to your eyes, didn’t see that though you had lost all the pawns you still retained your queen; and that the game was far from over. In fact, it had now truly begun.

-

“Hello, you’re are speaking with the Korean National Police Agency. What is your name and what may I assist you with today?”

“I’m calling to report a crime and would like to remain anonymous.”

“Sir, unfortunately, we do not handle lower level crimes. However, I may be able to transfer you to the provincial police if you inform me where it is that the crime is taking place.”

“It has to do with drug smuggling through Jeju.”

“… Do you know where the drug is being smuggled through, sir?”

“There’s a man that lives off near the Coast towards the East of Jeju. Private property. He’s responsible for the smuggling of Ddaeng into the country. Works for you know who.”

“Sir. Please, you’re talking to fast if you could please reiterate the information slowly.”

“I’ve done my part. The rest is up to you.”

“Sir –“

“Goodbye.”

[marshmallow-phd]

A Simple Life

A/N: Shout out to @hobi-stole-my-heart who put this idea in my head through our weird conversations! I hope you guys enjoy this little surprise!!

Genre: Modern Royalty AU

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Part One I Part Two

**

He certainly had the look of a king. A stoic, neutral face that never revealed what thoughts lied behind it, perfect for international relations. He was well-mannered, respectful, and even handsome. The kind of prince that was often found in fairy tales.

But Prince Kyungsoo wasn’t happy. He understood that he was born into this life and therefore didn’t have the ability to choose, instead it was seen as his duty to attend every meeting, keep a clean reputation for the public, and be knowledgeable of politics of all nations. It didn’t mean he had to like it.

Very few people had even seen Kyungsoo smile. His parents saw it often when he was child, but it faded as the years went by. Even his best friend, Jongin, son of the Prime Minister, had only seen the ghost of a smile.

This was exactly what Jongin was complaining about as their plane came into view of of the airstrip ahead. Kyungsoo was barely listening, scrolling through the tablet in his hands and reading through his itinerary for tomorrow.

“Are you even listening to me?” Jongin huffed from the seat across from him. Still ignored, Jongin snatched the tablet away.

“Give it back,” Kyungsoo ordered, unamused at his friend’s antics.

“I don't really feel like it,” Jongin smirked. “After tomorrow, we’re on vacation. Why don’t you actually try to enjoy it?”

Kyungsoo scoffed. Vacation? He was never on vacation. You can’t take a vacation from life. Although, he wished he could. Neither of them were in the position where they could really let loose, always having to be mindful of possible cameras that could snap one picture and then suddenly he’s on the front page of every tabloid and embarrassing the royal family as well as his country.

“You’re really going to like the place,” Jongin continued. “It’s nice, quiet, away from everything. Although, to be honest, this entire country is away from everything. I don’t think I’ve spotted a single large city on our way here.”

“It’s a farming country,” Kyungsoo reminded him. “Their major exports are crops. The land is rich with nutrients. Wasting it on skyscrapers is a ridiculous notion.”

Jongin threw his hands up in surrender. “Alright, you win.”

And there is was the smirk, the ghost of smile that was all Jongin had ever seen. Kyungsoo stared out the tiny window of the jet, watching the fields pass by, wishing that could be the life he led.

**

The summit was over. Kyungsoo let out a deep breath, loosening the tie around his neck as the luxury car drove away from the hotel and the hoard of reporters who were disappointed at his lack of comment.

“That went well,” Jongin smiled.

Kyungsoo nodded. “Yes, it did.”

Another allying country was experiencing a severe drought and in desperate need of supplies. Tensions were high with the host country and so Kyungsoo was sent in to ease relations between the two and act as a mediator for the negotiations. After six hours, the two countries had come to an agreement. It gave him a sense of pride, knowing that he was responsible for the peace. It was the rare time he didn’t completely hate his life.

The place that Jongin had booked for the small excursion was a bed and breakfast located on a relatively small farm away from the capital city.

It was a quiet drive the whole way, Kyungsoo still lost in documents on his tablet and Jongin watching the landscape change as they sped past. When the car came to a stop, Kyungsoo shut off the tablet and exited the car before the driver could even turn off the engine. He rounded to the back, tapping on the trunk and lifting it open once he heard the telltale click.

A man - presumably the owner - came running up to the prince.

“Your Highness, there’s no need for that,” he huffed, taking the suitcases out of Kyungsoo’s hands. “We can take these up to your rooms.”

Kyungsoo gave him a ghost smile, hoping it was friendly enough. “It’s alright. I can take it up.”

“We do this for all guests, Your Highness,” the man laughed. “We take pride in being as helpful as possible. If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to your rooms.”

Up on the steps waiting was the owner’s wife and you, their daughter. While the woman had a bright smile on her face, you were certainly not happy about the newest arrivals.

Arms crossed over your chest, you reluctantly stepped out of the way to allow everyone to pass. Jongin sent you a wink while Kyungsoo just gave you a curious glance. You were pretty in his eyes, but he’d met plenty of pretty girls. It was the fact that you weren’t batting your eyes at him that had him intrigued. The only time he’d ever been met with disdain was when he had to go attend a treaty signing with a country his own had been at war with.

Tired after a long day, Kyungsoo thank the owners and bowed a good night to them before shutting the door. As he changed into sleep clothes and lied down in bed, he pushed your odd behavior out of his head, ready to shut off his brain for a few hours.

**

You were not happy. That might even been an understatement. The entire routine of the bed and breakfast had been completely upended. Security detail had been around for the past week, constantly asking questions, following you around to observe your daily tasks. You’d hated every second of it and now that the Prince and his friend had arrived, you couldn't wait for them to leave. The security detail was now staying in a neighboring house, far enough for them to be out of the way but still close if something were to happen.

Just one week. You only had to put up them for one week.

Admittedly, though, when the first day came, it wasn’t too bad. You hardly saw either of them.

They came down for breakfast, deliciously prepared by your mother, and ate quietly with your family. After the wink he’d given you, you thought the Prime Minister’s son - Jongin? - would have been flirting with you the entire time. However, you were proven wrong as he was nothing but polite, inquiring about your name and how you enjoyed living on a farm.

You answered happily at the last one, not wanting to trade your life of peace and quiet for anything. The Prince was silent during the exchange, just observing the two of you.

Over the last two days, your mornings were similar and you wouldn’t see the pair until dinner. You weren’t sure where they went or if they even left their rooms. They weren’t wild or crazy, so you found you couldn’t complain too much.

Day three and you were out in the barn, busy brushing the coats of the horses housed there. You were currently working on Sunfire, a beautiful white Andalusian. Spirit, you favorite stallion, was tied up outside of his stall just a few feet away as you would get to him next before taking him out for a ride.

With your attention elsewhere, you weren’t aware of the snake that had slithered into the barn. Spirit gave out a series of huffs through his nose, but you took it simply has his usual impatience.

Letting out a high pitched neigh, Spirit kicked into the air. Finally realizing the situation, you grabbed a pitch fork and scooped the snake up and threw it away. Spirit was still worked up, kicking the air and unable to calm down. You grabbed hold of the reigns and tried to sooth the horse.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Foreign hands came up, taking hold of the other side of the reigns and petting Spirit’s neck.

Kyungsoo had appeared out of nowhere and his soothing “shs” seemed to work wonders on the horse. Even after Spirit calmed down, Kyungsoo continued to gently pet him. The silence was a bit awkward, kicking in your instinct to make a light hearted joke to liven up the atmosphere.

“I guess you can see why we called him Spirit, huh?”

Kyungsoo let out a short laugh, pulling the corners of his lips up into something that was almost a smile. But still, he said nothing.

“Do you ride?” you asked cautiously. You weren’t used to royalty, the bed and breakfast usually housing family reunions and honeymoons on a budget.

“Yes,” he answered straight. “Not so much anymore. I don’t have as much time these days.”

You nodded, sure that the poor rich boy could really go whenever he wanted but just chose not to. If he rode at all. Curious, you decided to see for yourself.

“I was just about to take Spirit out for a ride,” you informed him. “Would you like to join me?”

Something lit up in his eyes as he nodded. “If you don’t mind, I would like that.”

Once Spirit and Sunfire were saddled and the two of you were mounted, you took off towards the hills, not caring if His Highness could keep up. Just a few moments later, the Prince was right by your side, staying with you without struggle.

When you felt Spirit losing steam, you slowed down to a trot and he did the same.

Looking over at him, you shook your head. “I didn’t know that princes still learned how to ride horses these days.”

You could tell that he was fighting a smile at your poke.

“Some traditions never die,” he replied

“Like finding your princess?” you teased.

The struggling smile disappeared. “There’s not many of those these days. It’s not a priority anymore.”

And with that, he turned Sunfire so they were going off in a different direction. You hurried to catch up. He didn’t look at you and you wondered if you should apologize, even if you weren’t sure what for.

“You’re very lucky,” he said softly, taking you by surprise.

You frowned. “Why?”

“This is the kind of life I would choose,” he admitted. “I always admired farmers, those who chose to live life away from the cities and have quiet lives working the land. I envy them.”

“Most people would say they envied you,” you pointed out.

He shook his head. “They only see what the camera captures. They don’t see the endless nights, trying to solve economic crisies or how to prevent war. The movies make it seem that being royalty is the height of luxury, but really it’s just a cage. Or maybe more like a zoo. You constantly have to be aware of how others perceive you so you don’t appear weak or out of control. It’s suffocating.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, ashamed that you had made so many wrong assumptions. “I never stopped to think about that. You must be under a lot of pressure.” You paused. “Why are you telling me this?”

He shrugged. “You seemed like you would understand. Every time I’ve tried to tell Jongin, he shakes his head. He likes this life, going from country to country, saving the world and keeping the peace. He doesn’t understand the want for the simple life. He only came here for me. Perhaps to try and change my mind about it.”

“It takes a special kind of person to appreciate this kind of life.” you looked up at the open blue sky, confused as to how anyone could prefer for this view to be obstructed by ugly skyscrapers and highways.

After that first ride, the two of you made it a daily event. Right after breakfast, you would head to the barn, ready the horses, and wait for Kyungsoo to arrive. He’d given you permission to call him by his first name. Sometimes the two of you wouldn’t return until well into the afternoon. You became close, something you never would have conceived when they first arrived.

Without any effort, he pulled from you your dreams and aspirations and favorite childhood memories and in turn he told you about his life in the palace and the pressure he was under as the future king.

Your favorite moment, however, was when you knocked on his door the night before he was meant to leave and took him to your favorite hill, a blanket folded under your arm. Placing the blanket down on the grass you sat down on top of it and patted the space beside you. Once you were both on the blanket, you laid down on your back and after he did the same, you pointed up to the clear sky, showing him your favorite constellations.

He turned to you, letting a smile spread out on his face. It mesmerized you, how his lips shaped a beautiful heart and his eyes just sparkled as they stayed trained on you. So focused on his smile, you hadn’t noticed when he leaned in closer until his lips were already on yours.

The kiss was so short you barely had time to close your eyes before he pulled away.

“Sorry,” he murmured, blush barely visible in the dark.

Shaking your head, you pulled him back for another quick kiss. “Don’t be.”

The memory still played in your head as you played with your breakfast. The boys weren’t down yet and you were thankful as you might start turning red the moment you saw Kyungsoo.

Your plate was empty by the time they entered the kitchen. Jongin bowed to your father.

“I’m sorry, but we won’t be able to eat with you this morning. I just got a call and our ride will be here in less than ten minutes.”

Your mother pouted. They loved her food and she was proud of that. You wouldn’t be surprised if she put up a plaque stating such. “Well, let me at least pack you something for the journey. The airport is quite a ways away.”

Jongin nodded in appreciation. “Thank you.”

Your stomach dropped. You thought you might have just a little more time before they left. Disappointed, you excused yourself from the room, not looking at Kyungsoo as you passed.

Barely a minute later, he found you in the barn, murmuring to Spirit.

“If it helps, I don’t want to go,” he whispered, leaning against the railing beside you on his elbows.  

“This wasn’t just a thing you did for fun, right?” you asked, worried about the answer. “You didn’t try to seduce the farmer’s daughter for a story, right?”

His eyes widened and he grasped your hand desperately. “No! Never!” He sighed, his entire body deflating. “I would never do that. Meeting you is one of the greatest things to ever happen to me.”

You let the corner of your mouth go up, pushing away the doubt at his sincerity. ��Really?”

He gave you another heart-shaped smile, brushing hair out of your eyes and behind your ear. “Yes, really. And if you’ll let me, I would like to come back. To see you again.”

You nodded enthusiastically and threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in close.

“Ah-hem.”

At the interruption, you pulled apart, embarrassed to be caught.

Jongin stood in the entrance, a smirk on his lips. “The car is here. I’ll wait for you out there.”

He walked away, his shoulders shaking. Kyungsoo turned back to you and kissed your cheek.

“Until I see you again.”

Watching him leave was painful. You never asked for a fairytale and yet, it seemed one landed in your lap. Once he disappeared, you ran to the entrance of the barn, partially hiding behind the wall as you watched Kyungsoo put his luggage in the trunk. Before he slid into the backseat, he made eye contact with you and smiled.

Come back, you thought. Please, come back.