#hobie is close but i think i want to change his outfit

[hows-my-handwriting]

Is This a Bad Dream? (spiderverse!LN au)

so..... i have this.... au... right........

lets be real i have too many aus

its Little Nightmares but Spiderverse characters.

BEFORE YOU VOTE: read below the cut i just want to make this intro part short lol. whats below the cut is very long btw so. you have been warned XD

SO. with the recent (not so recent anymore but at the time it was recent lol) announcement of ln3 i lost my mind and went back to watch playthroughs of ln2 and got my googily little gears turning.

im thinking about this very much like an actual little nightmares game if not a little longer than the average game. (eg. 10 chapters instead of the usual 5). the main playable character is miles, and your party is the rest of the kids, mainly gwen, but with pav and hobie to help with puzzles or specific skills.

concept designs for the party + margo and peni. (might change miles and pavitr's designs cuz not sure i like them.

i have most of the bosses figured out and the general pace and timeline of the story but setting and the final two bosses are giving me problems.

anyway here's an excerpt:

It was always night time. 

Miles could sit in his window and watch the sky all day, but it would always stay dark. The lights outside were bright enough so he could see, but the sky was always gray. Or sometimes black. He leans against the glass sometimes just to try to see the sky clearer. 

Sometimes the sky would come down to him. The clouds would crawl out of the sky and walk on the streets with footsteps that sounded like the pitter patter of his own little feet. It would walk on the roof sometimes too. He could hear its feet stomping on the sharp shingles. He wondered if it hurt. 

The ceiling would cry if the sky stomped on it too much. Drops of water would run out of the holes in the white paint and into the buckets littered around his room. There were only two, one was empty right now, the other was full. They were lovely little things- well, they were actually quite big. Miles climbed inside them sometimes, perfectly sized to curl up on their rounded bottoms. 

He drank his house’s tears sometimes. He got thirsty a lot, even though he never really left the room. He would sometimes get a little tray from the lady in the wall. She came up every so often and gave him a tray with some food and a glass cup full of water. 

She was a nice lady. She didn’t talk though. So he didn’t either.

He never left his room. She had her own door, but every time he tried to follow, he couldn’t open the door. There was a bigger door. He remembered at one time, people had come out of it. They would use their large warm hands to lift him up onto the big bed in the corner. They would pat his head and tuck him in with the warm blanket and fluffy pillow. They would speak to him too, in words he didn’t understand. 

He remembered long brown hair and kind eyes. He remembered a stubbly beard and warm smile. He remembered feeling warm when they were looking at him, feeling like he could stay where he was forever. 

But that was a long time ago. He gave up on counting. He had started counted the times the sky went dark. The lines were scratched into the post at the foot of the bed. When those lines filled up all the space, he started counting the times the ceiling cried. But he lost track. 

He was lonely now.

He couldn’t reach the big door. No matter how hard he tried. He tried jumping for it. He tried to climb up the wardrobe leg. But he never got high enough. So he stayed. He stayed on the floor of this room, watching the water fill up the buckets again and again. 

The walls were covered in color. Miles drew all over them. He had crayons that the lady in the wall had brought him one time. It was a big box, filled with more colors than Miles could name. He drew on the dry wallpaper, filling all of the gray space with shapes and scribbles. He had filled up all of the space he could reach, wearing down so many of the crayons down to their paper wrappings. So he moved to the floor. He filled up the floor too, drawing himself adventures that took him far away from the crying house. He drew himself running up to the sky and giving it hugs whenever it cried. 

The floor was full of color too now. 

He sat on the window that was nailed shut, and listened to the footsteps of the sky. He was happy here. He was . . .

jazz hands.

[xmalereader]

Miguel O’Hara x Black Cat! Male Reader || 4 ||

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Authors note: Hello Everyone! I am back from another vacation…this boy be traveling a lot, but I was able to get part four done of this little mini series! I also want to thank everyone for 7.2k, because holy shit I gained 200 followers in less than a week. I don’t know how that happened but thank you! Also enjoy this new shot!

Summary: Miles and Miguel are a little stuck during a mission and Miles is hesitant to call for back up until a familiar anomaly changes things.

Warnings: No spoilers, fighting, language, parenting skills, hobie is the goat, fluff, black cat anomaly, protective reader and Miguel, some hints of Rio knowing about Miles and Miguel’s identity, short.

Word count: 2.0k

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“Ah!”

Miles is throw against Miguel who catches him easily as the two tumble to the ground. The teen lying on top of the older Spider as they groan in pain. “How are these guys not giving up?” Miles grumbled out as he slowly gets up with the help of Miguel. The two have taken notice of an unusual Anomaly in the wrong universe. The two expected it to only be one only to encounter four on the other side when entering the universe. Both Miles and Miguel have been at it for hours, growing tired and restless.

“I think we should—“

“No.” Said Miguel, shutting down Miles suggest.

“I just think—“

“No.”

“Do you always say no?”

“No.” The sudden bickering catches the old Spider off guard as Miles grins under his mask, quick to dodge a piece of rumble heading towards them as the teenager swings after the anomaly and lands onto another building. “All I’m saying is that we should bring some back up!” Shouted Miles, grunting as he’s grabbed by the leg and dragged down from where he stood, causing a scream to escape his lips.

The teen comes face to face with Doctor Octavias, someone that he’s very familiar with in his own universe.

“We don’t need it!” Miguel shouts back as he attacks one of the other anaomlies, clearing not listening to Miles who struggled with his own problem as he used his electric static to try and malfunction Doctor Octavias arms. He escapes from his grasp and climbs higher up the building. “Lyla!” He calls out to the artificial intelligence.

“Yes, baby spider?”

Miles groans at the name.

“Can you call for back up, please?” His eyes widen when he’s pinned down a flash of black and white in front of him as a pair of claws dig into his neck and jaw, squinting up in pain as he grunts and makes direct eye contact with a familiar outfit. “Noir?”

The figure leans closer.

“Sorry, hun you must have me confused with someone else.” The voice is feminine as Miles frowns, noticing that the cat holding him down wasn’t Noir. This was someone entirely different but yet, similar to the one he knows. “Didn’t think a kid like you would be a spider—a bit clumsy.” She taunts, holding him down as her claws dig deeper into his neck, causing the teen to wince and glare under his mask.

Miles tried to use his web against the black cat only to have his wrist pinned down, he struggles with moving as she chuckled at him and looks around. “Don’t make this your fight kid, go home before you get yourself hurt.” She warns. Miles huffs out a small laugh as he watched her closely.

Miles can’t help but think about Noir and how every black cat was the same but him and he’s able to tell the difference between her and noir. “Yeah, I don’t think so.” He looks over her shoulder, noticing the familiar portal opening up. “You don’t belong in this world and if I can’t take you back then my dad will.”

The women above him cocks her head with a confused look on her face. Before she can react a flash of black is quick to shove her off Miles, watching as she rolls with a grunt and is quick to stabilize herself. The sound of metal claws against the pavement gets Miles attention, sitting up slowly to see Noir in front of him.

He’s in a crouching position, cat like as he glared under his goggles at the women before him. “Touch my kid again and I won’t hesitate to kill you.” He growls out in warning.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the back up to arrive, both Gwen and Hobie landing next to Miles and helping him up while Noir focused on the black cat in front of him. “Help Mig with the others, this ones mine.” Noir instructs the teens, his eyes not leaving the women before him as she grins at him. “How cute, but I’m not going anywhere.” She states, launching herself at Noir as the two get into a brawl.

Miles steps back and grunts.

“Did he just punch a women?” Gwen asks when she noticed Noir punch the other black cat in the stomach.

“Equal rights, equal fights!” Hobie shouts as he jumps off the building, heading towards one of the anomalies and helping Miguel. As much we he hated it, he knew he had no choice but to help. The three teens worked together on taking down the villains, tying them up and getting rid of their weapons while Miguel worked on the one he was dealing with, using his fangs to inject the poison and numbing them from doing anything else.

“I told you I didn’t need back up.” Miguel grumbled as he drags the anomaly towards the pile of villains as Miles chuckles nervously. “Sure you didn’t, took us a few hours to try and take down one. We needed all the help we could get.” He explains, knowing how much Miguel hated admitting help when it comes towards missions like this. “Doesn’t matter—is it just you three?” He questions.

“Y/n is still dealing with a different version of himself.” Gwen points behind her back towards the roof top of one of the buildings as the four of them turned to watch the fight, noticing how Noir and Black cats movements are nearly in sync. “Five bucks that he takes her down in a minute.” Said Hobie, getting the other teens intrigued by the bet. “Bet ten that he takes her down, now!” Miles points at the scene before them as Noir grows angry, changing his way of fighting and using an old trick of his that Miguel taught him a long time ago.

“Stay down, for once!” Noir growls through gritted teeth as he gets her tied up with his grappling hook, keeping her claws far away from the wire and using the extra wire to tie her wrists together, finally getting her pinned.

Miguel hums, shrugging his shoulder. “I taught him that.” He mumbled as he swings towards the building, landing next to Noir and giving his husband a glance. “You know, I didn’t think you’d be able to take your own self down.”

“For the record, that is not me and second I learned a thing or two differently than everyone else.” Noir shot back as he leans against Miguels shoulder, feeling himself grow tired from the constant fighting while wincing in pain. Turns out that he got a few pretty good cuts from the anomaly. “We should have that checked out.” Said Miguel as his fingers touch the small wounds which only caused Noir to smile. “Nah, I’m okay I’ve been through worse.” He bends down to pick up the anomaly and carry them with towards the rest of the others as Miguel opens a portal back to base.

“Still, at least have it checked for me.” Miguel takes his own anomaly and drags them inside the portal while the others do the same. Y/n sighs softly and rolls his eyes when hearing how worried his husband is for him and knows that he shouldn’t argue with him. “Fine, I will get it checked out.” He walks through the portal that takes them back to base.

Getting assistance from the other spiders and taking the anomalies back to their own universe where they belonged while Y/n walks alongside Miguel and Miles. Y/n had noticed Miles limping with each step he took, causing him to raise a brow. “Hey.” His voice gets Miles’ attention and turns to face the older man who gently gripped his chin. “You alright? You’re limping—she didn’t hurt you did she?” Y/n’s voice suddenly growing protective as he glares, but Miles is quick to shake his head. “No, no, don’t worry this wasn’t her doing. I was dealing with one of the other anomalies and they pulled me by the leg, I should be fine soon.”

Miles give his leg a small shake and continued to walk alongside Y/n with a content smile on his face after he removes his mask when entering base. “Good, because I can’t have your mother hunting me down if she finds out what happened.” Miles groans, forgetting about his mother.

It’s been three months since Miles’ mother found out about Miles and Miguel being Spider-Man, catching the two in the act. Miles couldn’t forget the amount of laughing that Y/n did when he was told about the accident. Miles was panicking and Miguel was not happy with his husbands reaction with all of this. I took some time for Miles’ mother to grow adjusted with the idea of her son being the cities hero. She had actually threatened Miguel to keep a close eye on Miles whenever they are out on missions.

Technically, Miles is suppose to be under Miguels watch. But, he wasn’t doing a very good job at it.

“Just tell your mom that you pulled a muscle.” Y/n shrugs his shoulders when entering Miguels lab. “She’s a nurse, she will notice how I really got it.” Miles shakes his head already knowing how clever his mother was. His mother, Rio, knew about his identity along with Miguels, but she still had no idea that Miles’ mentor was the cities greatest thief. The same thief that his dad spent days trying to capture not knowing that so called thief was the same man who was invited to his families dinners.

“If Rio finds out about you, she will not be too happy to know that her son hangs around a thief.” Miguels words catch the cats attention as he gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “You wound me.” Y/n gives off a small show of being dramatic only to laugh in the end. “She can be upset about me being a thief, but she will for sure kill us back when she finds out that you married a thief and knew about it the whole time.”

Miguel froze, knowing damn well that Y/n was right.

“Then we are a very small, but dysfunctional family.” Miguel mutters out as he focused on his work, making sure that everything was left as a report regarding the anomalies and who was involved in the fight. It was very rare for Miguel to accept his feelings about having a family again, after losing his daughter and gaining another kid from Y/n was still something new to him. He’s slowly getting used to Miles and the teen was still adjusting to Miguel too.

They had their moments together and the rare times that Miguel grew protective over Miles. Y/n remembers the first time he witnessed such actions, noticing Miguels body language change. It happened when one of the spiders had the audacity to pick on Miles for being an anomaly, blaming him for the doom of universe 42 since they didn’t have a spider to protect their world. Miguel usually showed no signs of the matter of caring, doing his own job, but when the spider took things too far. Miguel stepped in and he was not happy.

Y/n still remembers the fear that he struck on the spider, telling them to focus on their job on protecting their own world and minding their own business and threatening to send them back to where they came from and cutting off access to allowing them back on base for picking on his kid.

His kid.

Even though Miles wasn’t theirs by blood, their time together made them feel like a family.

Y/n sighs softly, snapping back to reality as he approached Miles. “Alright, go on. Mama bird is waiting for you. I’d suggest heading back home before she gets worries and starts calling Miguel about your late return back home.” He gives the teen a nudge on the shoulder and tussling his hair on the way over to Miguel.

Miles chuckles. “Alright, I’m going. I’ll see you both tonight!” The teen gives them a small wave before opening a portal back to his universe and heading back home for the day, leaving both Miguel and Y/n on there own.

Y/n walks over to Miguel, standing next to his side and leaning his head against his shoulder. “I think we make great parents.”

“I don’t think sending a kid to fight off four villains is considered good parenting.”

Y/n laughs. “You were there weren’t you? That means that you were keeping an eye on him and making sure that nothing happens to him.” He points out, chin on Miguels shoulder as he watched his husband closely who rolls his eyes at him. Not saying anything and taking his silence as a small victory.

“See, we make great parents!” Y/n says with a huge smile.

Miguel can only sign deeply. “Rio is going to kill us.”

[artfulacrostic]

had my second high definition viewing of atsv in the theater today and here are my favorite details that i missed due to being overwhelmed on my first viewing:

LONG AF POST:

-gwen is literally wearing a rainbow shaped trans pride pin on her jacket with her prom outfit. she's soooo so canon trans <3

-captain stacy HAS A TRANS FLAG PATCH ON HIS POLICE UNIFORM JACKET?????? when i'm telling u my eyes popped out of my head 😳 SHES SO CANON TRANS!!!

-poster outside miles's guidance counselor's office reads: "visions sciences: telling you your story".

-parallel of miles's and gwen's dad kicking things out of general exasperation towards the beginning and end of the movie respectively

-when miles as spidey is talking to his dad and giving him advice (for himself) there's a reference to miles possibly reading vonnegut? (maybe in class??) "if this isn't nice what is" is a collection of kurt vonnegut's commencement speeches. (literally subtitled "advice to the young". the writers were extremely clever for this reference. if not reading it in class, miles has been searching up life advice on his own)

-i barely caught this but i'm PRETTY sure that in miles' room near his door there's a MICHELLE OBAMA presidential race sticker??? was president obama in the earth-1610 dimension michelle obama?? iconic if so

-fedex on earth-1610 is REDEX

-gayatri seems like they took elements of both gwen (police dad) and mj (young model) for her background as i believe i caught her visible on a "zomato" ad billboard (which appears to be the earth-50101 version of ubereats)

-i spent all of hobie's scenes trying to pick up the details of his many pins; but the only one that i could really make out with the quick shot changes besides the union jack pin was the one right above it, which is a three-leaf clover. i wondered if maybe it had some kind of significance to maybe irish independence or smth but i couldn't find anything online that backed that up so not sure what it means. if u know pls drop it in the replies.

-hobie's boots are definitely NOT ladder laced. i KNOW there is concept art and poster art of him with ladder laces but in the actual movie they are 100% crossed. also unlike the poster art, both boots have blue laces, not one blue, one yellow/orange. i wanted to be all on board the ladder lace code train but i'm pretty sure they just made his laces blue so that they could contrast against the red boots and be spidey colors. they probably abandoned the ladder lace part of the visual when someone realized what blue ladder laces meant in lace code. "HAS hobie killed a cop," you ask? given his comic backstory i'd say the odds are HIGH. but i would bet they didn't want people to think that since he's gone through canon event asm-90 ("a police captain close to spider-man is killed by falling rubble during a battle with a nemesis") that there's any possibility THAT was the cop he killed and he's proud of it (since it's supposed to be all abt character development from the ✨trauma✨ of the event)

-during the whole "intervention" scene, while all the other spider-people are facing directly in towards miles and miguel from wherever they are standing in the circle, hobie is the only one whose back is turned. he watches most of the scene over his shoulder. also, during a couple shots facing miles before the entire society of spiders show up, hobie is separated in the shot from all the other main spiders (Peter B, Gwen, Jess, etc) BY MILES. he is visible over one shoulder and everybody else is visible over the other. these two details are great signals of hobie having already MORALLY turned his back on miguel's authoritarianism, as well as giving a nice inverted "devil/angel on the shoulders" nod.

-peter b asks miguel to take a picture of him and mayday since it's her first chase; miguel brushes him off but mayday understands and uses her webshooter to click the camera button on peter b's phone and take a selfie without him noticing 😂😂😂 shes everything to me

-when miguel is pinning miles to the train, after gwen and peter b have caught up, there is a very fast moment when miles calls for help ("PETER!!") and peter doesn't reply to him, but calls out to miguel to calm down (smth like that) instead 🥲 peter for the love of god step up your mentor game and look out for this kid i can't handle it anymore

-when gwen takes the watch hobie made her out of the box, the screen is briefly visible and reads "project botleg". bootleg -> bot -> "botleg"; I SEE YOU HOBIE. people think he's so cool (and he is!!) but he's also just as much of a dork as all the other spiders. what a goofball

-in miles-42's room, a speed bag/speed ball/maize ball is attached to his wall near the door. there are other substantial differences to their rooms, but i think this is clearly a reference to uncle aaron-42's large presence in miles-42's life, given the association from both movies of aaron with the punching bag and miles getting guidance from him/looking to him for support.

-in addition to all the miles-1610 vs miles-42 prowler vs spidey reflection imagery in the end credits, guess who else has several moments of flashing from spider-man colors (red and black at least) to prowler colors (purple and green)?? miguel, that's who. miguel and miles-42/uncle aaron-42 team-up in beyond the spiderverse? or just an extra parallel for the antagonists sharing goals/possibly methods?

OKAY ANYWAY if ppl want i can try and dig up images of some of these but i figured that would make this post long af so that's all for now folks!! go see across the spider verse again and marvel at how much more fine detail you find like me 🕸🕸🕸

[purplifield]

imagine, a Christian girl/boy (reader) x hobie brown. How would he deal with them?

Love this idea a lot 🥰 first time writing in headcanons, honestly I probably went off the rails but hopefully I fulfilled your wishes!

I kept it as gender/race neutral as I could, if you see flaws, please let me know

🪻| Crosses and pentagrams

First of all, this boy is not waiting till marriage. He doesn’t believe that marriage is necessary and if that would be your only need in life, you would sadly have to part your ways.

BUT he is quite persistent. So he loves himself a challenge.

You met when you were volunteering for church, handing out flyers for a charity concert that would take place in church yard. As intimidating Hobie was, you decided to walk up to him and start your usual introduction

“Hello there! I’m y/n, a believer in goodness! Would you be interested in coming to a charity concert? Coming to mass afterwards is…optional” you said, last sentence was unsure, since while you talked you took a look at his outfit, full of spikes, heavy jewellery and a pentagram necklace. Yet weirdly, he stopped and listened intently instead of quickening his pace like most did.

“Tell you what, gimme your number and I’ll think of more questions to ask about the event” he smiled sheepishly and gave you a marker from his pocket, tapping the flyer.

That’s how your situationship started.

You never saw the pentagram on his neck again once you said you don’t like it. You noticed little things he did for you, compliments on your mostly white and usually modest appearance.

Like the devil he was, he tempted you to wear your more revealing tops, your excuse being the heat. (You thought he didn’t notice but oh boy he did)

Soon situationship turned into a relationship and you enjoyed kissing his pierced lips. You found out that making out did make you feel good. But you were scared so once it felt too good, you would back away and hear a frustrated groan.

It was cute seeing you two together; it was an ‘opposites attract’ typa couple. Him in black, silver jewellery with different crystals, piercings everywhere. And you- a modest person with minimalistic neutral color palette and simple gold jewellery. The only ring you wore ever was your purity ring.

Which eventually got taken off when you finally felt the urge to suck his dick, slowly learning that you were just a mere mortal with desires.

Hobie was ecstatic, knowing that the two months he waited were worth it and now he guided you to get on your knees and prepare.

This man is such a tease. He knew that you felt bad for giving in for your desires, and had a field day with this information

“Such a bad Christian you are, shouldn’t you wait for marriage?” He smirked, leaning into the chair and held you down on his dick. He groaned, feeling the little vibration of your moan.

After your first time he couldn’t take his hands off of you whenever you two met.

He would make you cum in an alleyway, suck him off in the streets at like 4am when rarely anyone was awake.

He would love when you had your cross necklace on, tugging on it whenever he wanted to kiss your fucked out face.

When nowadays you would get on your knees in the church, your cheeks would flush at the dirty thoughts you had.

He was possessive; if he saw you talking to another guy, he liked to mark you up, he knew that you would stress over it and try to cover it.

“Good child of god knows that they should be loyal, so what the fuck was that about?”

Would love to fuck you dumb, corrupt your mind.

It was truly the end of your journey with god once you decided to move in with him. Despite the fights with your dad, you finally gave in to Hobie

It was evening. You just changed in you pyjamas. You felt how Hobie was staring at you, but you didn’t mind.

“Finally you done with your skincare shimcare routine, I was wai-”

“Shush” you silenced him and kneeled leaning on your bed, starting to pray. You mumbled the prayer to yourself, eyes closed. Your felt how the mattress shifts and something touches your elbows. You slightly open your eyes before re-signing.

Hobie was sitting in front of you, legs spread, you were now in between them. He tilted his head with smirk, looking at his hardened cock, showing through his boxers and sweats, briefly.

“Did you say your goodbyes to god yet? Can you please show attention to me now?”

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His dick inside of you, as you tried to reach your orgasm. He smiled at your needy and fucked out expression. He has edged you for a while now, pulling out as soon as your moans get higher.

“Please please, let me cum Hobie”

“Who’s your god now?”

“You! You’re my god. Please just let me cum”

“Your wish is my command”

[wovenintosilk]

Ok ok hear me out- Hobie with a gn!reader that's trying to get into the punk scene but it's difficult because their parents are quite conservative?

I did end up making it so that the reader is just starting to be interested in the punk aesthetic which is leading into the lifestyle but it's not fully explored so I hope you still enjoy it regardless!

No Content Warnings

GN!Reader

Word Count: 1000

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The leather hung heavily over your shoulders; the jacket enveloping your form in a sweet warmth. You twisted in every direction and tried to ignore the distaste in your reflection’s expression as you considered how it looked.

With a sigh, you shrugged it off and cast it back over to the chair with a small curse. It never suited you, no matter which outfit you tried it with.

And worse, it’d started losing the comforting scent of your boyfriend.

You pulled off the few pieces of jewelry chosen for your late-night fashion attempt. They’d done nothing to help you feel more comfortable in the look you’d tried.

“What’s with the hate for my jacket? It’s hardly done anything to you.”

You jumped and hit your knee on the desk. The stinging pain didn’t fade as you twisted around to find him lounging across your bed, long limbs draped over his guitar as he watched you.

“Hobie? When did you get here?”

He put the guitar aside and stood, picked up the jacket from where it’d fallen on the chair and brushed it off. “Got ‘ere not to long ago,” he said. “Just didn’t want to interrupt.” He stepped behind you and draped the jacket over your shoulders, palms trailing down your arms to wrap around your waist and pull you into him.

“Interrupt what?” you laughed. “I was just messing around. I steal your clothes all the time.”

Having him so close relaxed any doubts you’d had. You closed your eyes and leaned into him, adored the way he cradled you.

He hummed in agreement. “It suits you.”

“Maybe.”

It was hard to force your brain to agree with him. You desperately wanted it to be true and for so long, you’d been stealing little pieces of his style. Maybe one day, you could unwrite the part of your brain that struggled to accept it.

He picked up the choker you’d been packing away, turned it around in his fingers. “I grabbed this one for you, didn’t I?”

“I wouldn’t have the guts to buy it for myself,” you admitted.

He huffed, breath tickling your ear as he did so. “What makes you think I bought it?”

You laughed a little. You should have known better indeed. In the very early days of your relationship, Hobie warned you that he wasn’t a fan of attachments. He didn’t do gifts or labels or anything like that.

The first time he showed up with small items, you’d been surprised with how quickly he went back on his claims. But he’d never liked consistency much either.

“You always put this stuff on late at night when nobody can see it. It’s a downright shame.”

“It doesn’t suit me.”

“Nonsense.”

“It doesn’t though,” you argued though you couldn’t help but relax into the warmth wrapped around your back. “It’s probably because I’m not used to seeing myself in that way. I wasn’t really raised to think it’s the best style ever.”

“Doesn’t matter if it looks good or not anyway,” he said. “That’s not the point of it. ‘sides, I know you like it on me.”

You laughed. “Hobie, you’ve been a model before. I think anything looks good on you.”

You twisted a little, hoping to get a look at his face though he seemed insistent on keeping his chin resting on the top of your head.

“So? Doesn’t change that if you like how I look with it, you’ll wear it even better.”

You looked down at the jacket wrapped around your body. The leather and chains, the spikes on your shoulders and the patches at random points. Everything about the aesthetic spoke to you but still…

“My parents would kill me if they saw me wearing this,” you teased.

“Who cares what they think?”

You sighed. “I know I shouldn’t but I can hear their voices in my head so often.”

He moved away from you by a small step and brought the choker up to attach it around your neck. You tilted your jaw up to help him. His fingers brushed across sensitive skin, sent small sparks of heat pooling into your stomach as he attached the tiny chain.

He met your eyes and smirked. Your heart fluttered a little and you reached up to touch the choker.

“Looks amazing,” he said and ran his thumb over the point of the spike. “Suits the jacket too. We’ll find you a pair of boots while we’re out.”

“Out?” you repeated.

He shrugged. “We have to make sure you fit in with the scene tonight.”

You frowned at him, finally turning around fully so you could face him. It really wasn’t fair for him to look so attractive when you were trying to focus. “Go out? It’s almost one in the morning.”

He shoved his hands in his vest. “Time is a construct. Who says we can’t go and find something fun to do now?”

“Where would we even go?”

“It’s a surprise,” he said. “But there’s a dress code.”

“Doesn’t sound like your kind of place.”

“Sometimes I can make a sacrifice or two.”

His eyes always burned with a fierce flame behind them, filled you with confidence even when you found yourself lacking in it. He’d always have your back even if you worried too much about what others might think.

“I don’t really have anything that suits this jacket.”

“You don’t need to. Wear whatever you want.”

You wished it was as easy as he made it out to be. Sometimes you thought you could entirely stop caring but it wasn’t as straightforward as you’d hoped.

He caught you off guard with a quick kiss to snap you from your concerns. “You’re going to look stunning in whatever you wear. Who cares what anybody else is thinking if that’s the truth.”

You couldn’t stop the smile on your face at that. “You’re far too sweet, you know that, right?”

He chuckled. “Don’t think many people would agree with you on that one. Just the opposite really but let’s get you ready. We’re going to find somewhere fun tonight.”

[memory-and-sky]

hey if youre still doing writing requests, could you do hobie helping ftm!reader with dysphoria? maybe helping him fix his hair in a more masc way or helping him voice train

thank you so much for this ask, anon! i love this so so so much :3 i tried my best, i hope you like it!!

word count: ~1.6k

containing: swearing, user is transmasc/ftm, user has dysphoria, hobie is literally the sweetest, i don’t really know how to voice train even though i am transmasc myself xp

the rest of the fic is under the cut!

dysphoria fucking sucks. hobie x ftm!reader

You were rotting away in bed again. Jesus, dysphoria was really kicking your fucking ass. You rolled over, checking the time on your phone. 11:06 AM.

The bedsheets were all hot, as it was a warm, humid day today. You'd been overheating like a dog for awhile now, but you had no real reason to get up.

Until, all of a sudden, you heard a window open, and boots walking in your living room. It was definitely—

"Oi-oi, love? Where are ya?" Hobie.

You quickly jumped up, pulling over a hoodie and pajama pants; your go-to dysphoria outfit, and greet him.

His gaze caught on you, and he looked confused. "Mate, are ya really wearin' tha' in this bloody heat? Yer gonna boil to death, hun." He walked over to you, and ruffled your too-long hair.

"Um.. yeah. I dunno, I kinda don't feel the best right now.. I feel pretty gross," You shoved your hands in the hoodie pocket, already sweating buckets under it.

"Well, yer hair is gettin' t' be quite long, mate. Wouldn't mind cuttin' it, y'know." He began to take his boots off. "'N I'd be plenty chuffed t'help ya with tha'. Jus'... take tha' shit off, love, 's too bloody hot to be doin' allat,"

You shake your head. "I-... I have.. pretty bad dysphoria today. I don't want to see my... my body."

Ah. Yeah, Hobie understands what's happening now. "I see, hun. Why don'tcha wear 'n oversized tee, and them shorts I gave ya?" He asks, crouching down to meet your eye level, offering a lopsided smile. "Go, mate. Be quick, yeah?" Hobie firmly pat your shoulder as you went to your room to change.

When you came back, Hobie put his closed fist out for a fist bump. You gave him one, and he grinned down at you, putting both his thumbs in the front belt loops of his pants.

"Ya look wonderfully masculine, love,"

"I don't feel like it." You sighed, looking down at your feet.

A shiver ran through your body as Hobie held your chin, and angled your face upwards. "Look at me, swee'heart." He examined your face. You were miserable in your own body, tired of feeling like a girl. "Tell ya what, love. We'll chop at ya hair, 'n I think I know a few tricks t'get ya voice soundin' deeper."

You glanced up at him through your eyelashes. "You do..?"

"Sure do, mate! Had plenty 'a trans bloke mates, even now," Hobie let go of your chin. "Ya still 'ave them scissors I gifted ya, don'tcha?"

You nodded. "In my bathroom."

"Let's go there then, yeah? Ya ready t' feel abso-fuckin'-lutely han'some?" He pat you on the back, still grinning.

You attempted to hold back a big smile, nodding. "Yeah,"

Hobie patted the cold countertop after he finished getting your hair adequately wet in your sink, his rings clinking and making a nice sound on the porcelain. "Siddown, mate. With yer back facin' the sink,"

As you sat on the counter, he rummaged through a few drawers, grabbing the trimming, layering, and normal scissors. "Oh, my good sir, what would you like? 'M at yer service," He bowed to you teasingly.

You rolled your eyes, smiling. "Whatever. Uh.. I dunno, somethin' that makes me look like a boy. Like myself. I definitely want it shorter," You looked over at Hobie, as he evaluated what would suit you best.

From your perspective, now, he was suddenly getting suuuuper fuckin' close to your face, and messing with your hair. You were surely beet red by now.

"Aight, doll, think I know wha' I needa do for ya," He finally backed up, softly chuckling at your flustered demeanour. Then, he grabbed a towel from over the shower rod, and wrapped it around your shoulders, so that hair wouldn't go down your shirt. "Hold righ' here, love,"

So you obeyed, and held the towel in place.

"Good boy. Let's see, now, hmm..."

You felt like you were going to explode. 'Good boy'? When had you ever seen Hobie call anyone a good boy?! Before you even had time to fully process that, he was getting close to your face again.

Hobie began to chop at your overgrown hair with the normal scissors, cutting big chunks of your hair and moving your head around a bunch as you fidgeted. But god, you couldn't help but stare at him. He looked so attractive when he was deeply concentrated, you couldn't deny it. Well, he always looked attractive, and confident... so effortlessly.

Hobie gave you serious debilitating gender envy, in addition to you maybe having a little tiny crush on him. You wanted to be like him so bad it hurt.

"D'you mind turnin' around fo' me? Needa cut the back of yer hair now," Hobie snapped you out of your daze after several minutes of him chopping off your hair.

"O-okay."

"Somethin' wrong, love? Ya seem kinda ou' of it.." A sweet, lopsided smile spread across his gorgeous face, and he tilted his head slightly.

You shake your head. "I'm just.. I dunno. I'm happy that I'm finally getting a haircut again. I really feel like a girl with all of this hair, 'n.. this was long needed. And I'm tired,"

Hobie chuckled softly as you turned to sit criss-cross on the counter, back facing him. "I feel ya, mate. Jus'... yer not a girl, 'kay? You've never looked like a girl t'me, 'n ya never will, yeah?" He began cutting your hair, combing and messing around with it. "I love how ya look 'n present yourself. Yer so confident in yer style, ya look real peng, y'know."

"Yeah...?" You blushed furiously, so thankful that your back was turned to him at the moment.

"Yeah, mate."

It didn't take Hobie too long before he finished cutting your hair, and thinning the ends out with the layering scissors.

"Turn around, love," He ruffles your hair as you turn around, now leaning in close to your face to fix your hair up all nice. He grinned down at you. "Ya look proper han'some. 'Ere, c'mon down. Look in tha' mirror fo' me."

So you hopped down, and evaluated yourself in the mirror. You felt euphoric, and just really happy with your new haircut.

Hobie placed both his hands on your shoulders, leaning over so that his head was next to yours. "You happy with it?"

"Mhm! Thank you so much, Hobie,"

"Say ya look han'some. I wanna hear ya say it." He smiled his lopsided smile.

"I... isn't it a bit vain? Selfish?"

Hobie shook his head, standing back up to his full height to stretch. "Confidence ain't vain. It's quite alrigh' to be sickeningly confident in yerself, y'know. I am. C'mon, swee'heart, say it,"

"I... I look handsome..." You clearly didn't believe those words, evident from you looking down at your feet, and mumbling.

"Like ya believe it. Look yerself in the mirror, 'n say it, nice 'n loud fo' me,"

You groan. "Hobes—"

"(Y/n). C'moooonnn~" He shook you lightly, holding onto your shoulders.

"U-um... I look handsome..." You sighed, smiling despite yourself at Hobie's adorable excitement.

"Tha's more like it. Gooood boy," Hobie giggled like a little girl as he patted your back reassuringly. "Still wanna learn how t'make yer voice a pinch deeper?"

"Yeah, of course I do,"

Hobie smirked. "Aight, let's sit somewhere more comfortable then, yeah?" He gestured for you to exit before him, turning off the light after you both left.

As you both sat down, Hobie was manspreading. You took notice of this, and mirrored him.

"Y'know how t'make yer voice deeper, yeah? Tha's pretty easy," He smiled, and demonstrated it for you.

"Jesus! That's unnatural," you giggle, but test it out a little.

"Yeah! Yeah, you got it. Okay, so keep tha' in mind. How you do that wit' yer throat. Don't force it too much, don't make yer voice too unnaturally deep, kay?"

"Okay..."

"Make yer pitch a bit more... monotone. Keep a plain, calm, controlled pitch, yeah?" He grins down at you, leaning in a little bit too close for a 'normal' distance for friends as he put his hands gently on your shoulders.

"How does this sound..?" You mumble, embarrassed.

Hobie grabbed your hand with both his hands, genuinely happy for you. "Yeah! Bloody perfect, mate! Awe, lookit you! Such a natural. A li'l louder f'me?"

"I sound stupid." You took your hand out of his grasp, groaning as you ran your hands down your face.

"Honey, no... you don' sound stupid at all." He gently touched your hand. "Sorry. Can I use 'honey'? Anyways, mate, you'll get the hang of it eventually. Ya don' have to use it righ' away, but... keep it in that noggin of yers, yeah?"

Hobie teasingly poked your forehead, and you couldn't help but smile, looking up into his big brown eyes, messily lined with black eyeliner.

"You, um... you can use honey. Whatever. Thanks, Hobie. I mean... yeah. I appreciate it a lot," You suddenly avoided his gaze, looking at the details and patches on his pants.

He smiled as he saw your eyes avoiding his.

“Awh. ‘n I’m happy t’do it for ya!” Hobie patted your shoulder firmly. “Yer perfectly masculine love, ‘n don’t you forget it,”

You smiled despite yourself at Hobie’s kindness towards you. How he was so caring towards you, no matter what. When you had came out to him, you’d been so fucking scared, and now… you really only felt completely safe with him. You could tell him anything, and even things you didn’t tell him, he’d gently coax what was wrong out of you with his stupid charm and tender personality.

Though he was sarcastic and cocky most of the time, Hobie could be really kind and gentle... which he definitely was with you, when you needed it.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

The Dutchess of Camden

Hobie wants to take Diane to her first punk show. And she has just the outfit. (a.k.a How Diane got her punk battlejacket - aka I saw this photo of Fran Fine and laughed so hard.)

DiscoPunk - DiscoSpider!Diane x Hobie Brown - PURE FLUFF. More fluff than a cappucino with extra foam. FLUFFY

Also this post was largely inspired by @spidey-bie and their post about Ansi & Hobie!!

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Diane isn't punk.

With chiffon skirts and silk shirts and glittery nails and light up roller-wheels - if anything, she was the farthest thing from it. But that never stopped her, did it?

Without a doubt, she was still Hobie's #1 fan.

Hobie had only known Diane a couple of weeks - and it was only four months ago that he'd met her that in that darkened club, a Daiquiri on her lips and a joint at her fingertips.

And since then, the party hadn't stopped.

Hobie didn't have an explanation for it - but for some reason, Diane seemed to like him. If anything, she seemed to adore him. And that in itself wasn't a rarity -

She just wasn't afraid to show it.

Out of a room full of people, she'd be the one to approach him first. In a cafeteria full of tables, she was the one to ask if she could sit at his, just because 'y'all seem like you're having fun'.

And regardless of what anyone had to say about it, to Hobie - that only added to the appeal. Because Diane said it all the time -

'Closed mouths don't get fed - Ain't that right?'

Over the weeks, he'd gotten used to her face, front row at SpiderBand's every show. He'd gotten use to her laugh, and the way she'd smile every time he told a joke - no matter how unoriginal. How he could make her laugh without fail.

He'd gotten use to the way he felt when he knew she was there, safe somewhere nearby.

Like praying for someone to turn up to school that day, and then hearing that they did.

And did having her on his arm, his voice in her ear, an inside joke between the two of them - mean them anything?

Hobie didn't know. And he didn't care.

It didn't matter what Diane being at his side made her - as long as she wasn't going anywhere.

And so he'd bring her along for the ride, as long as she'd let him.

Hobie and Diane had known weeks, and she was never shy to invite herself, asking for permission to tag along any place that sounded funky enough for her to find it far out.

And he was never one to tell her 'No'.

But there was one place she'd yet to go - and that was 138.

"Oi, I'm taking you to a rock show tonight. It's in 138, so try to blend in, alright?"

"Of course!" she says. "I've been waiting for this! I have just the outfit."

And then she turns up in this.

Diane looks at him and goes "What'd I tell ya!"

She's so proud of herself. She thinks she's killing it. She brought that outfit the month she met him and she's been waiting for this moment.

She's like -

Hobie has to cover his face. Because if he looks at her - he's gonna start laughing. Cause what iN THE HELL-

Hobie looks at her like -

"Di, where'd you get that?"

She's like "Malala (Spider-UK). It's SO CUTE right. I look all posh!"

Hobie is like "You look like a Spice Girl. You look like Scary Spice and Ginger Spice had a baby."

Diane takes a moment to assess the situation. She reads his body language. And of course she's like "I feel very complimented but your tone of voice is saying otherwise, Hobart."

Cause what do you mean??? she absolutely understood the assignment!!!

Hobie takes a moment. He loves the enthusiasm, but still, he considers a way to break it to her softly, before telling her "Yo, me and my mates be setting that flag on fire-"

"Good cause it looks fire on ME."

And.. She's not lying. So what's the problem?!?

Hobie doesn't have one. And it'll be a frigid day in hell before he tells Diane to change - for any reason, clothes or otherwise.

He asks her if she'd dead set on wearing it, and she's goes "What- do you think the skirt is too tight to dance in? I can. Don't worry, I checked."

If she's going to have a good time, that's all he cares about. And Hobie just smiles, telling her if that's the case then the outfit is bloody perfect.

Because somehow Diane finding the most perfectly coordinated outfit regardless of crowd, vibe, occasion, or time of day, seemed so entirely her.

Not faking it for him in ripped fishnets or studded clothes. Turning up in her perfect black stockings and the most painfully British outfit she could find.

And it wasn't until she pointed to him, that he understood why. "I wanted to match - you know, your pin." she says, pressing a manicured nail to his lapel. "It's my favorite one."

To him, the outfit is perfect. Funny as hell, but perfect.

"Brilliant taste you have." "Couldn't you tell from my taste in boys?"

The whole 'blending in' thing went out the window. But the outfit is a hit.

People couldn't help but notice the 6 foot girl who wore stilettos and a Union Jack to the function. A regular in the circuit, Hobie couldn't help but stay by her side - watching amused as she looked around the shitty backalley venue like it was a palace.

It was so different from the discos.

Diane couldn't help but marvel at how 'Hobie' the world seemed. "You're still the coolest thing here, though." She tells him over and over.

Hobie makes sure to keep an arm over her shoulder, not out of possessiveness, but the fact that Diane was liable to drifting off, eyes dazzled at how cool and punk and textured and rough everything seemed, how vibrant people were.

And Hobie loved it.

He wants her to love it, to enjoy herself. To smile and laugh and go on and on about how funky everything was. "But like - in a you way."

He wanted her to have a good time, but Hobie knew eventually, someone would say something.

And it came with a laugh.

"Christ, that's gotta be the funniest thing I've seen tonight." A guy wearing red liberty spikes said, and Hobie recognized him as Ned, a guitarist in some straight edge band.

And the girl at his side, Betty, grinned as she laughed along.

And Hobie wondered if he should scare them off, or give Diane a chance to bite their heads off first. Until Betty said-

"Fuck. I wish I'd thought of that."

"Huh?" Diane asked pointedly, seemingly more annoyed at the distribution of her Hobie-induced haze than anything else.

"Ain't that a giant 'fuck you' to the fascists - a black chick wearing their 'heritage' like it's the new spring collection - I'd pay to see the first skinhead that had a butchers at you," Betty said and she was a black girl herself, hair in neat boxbraids. "They'd be fucking fuming."

Diane side-eyed Hobie for a translation, and Hobie smirked, leaning in closer to her ear. "That's a good thing," he assured her, voice teeming with pride as he gave her shoulder a squeeze.

Because pissing off skinheads was very much a compliment.

Diane raised her eyebrows, because she surely couldn't tell. But, if Hobie said it, she was willing to take his word on it.

"Thank you..?" She chuckled, a hand on Hobie's arm. "Sorry, I ain't that good at speaking British. Hobie usually translates for me - Thank God he speaks American or I'd be so lost -"

"And she's American - that's fucking hilarious. No wonder she doesn't give a fuck." Ned said, grinning, pointing to her top.

And finally, Diane looked down - as if she'd just noticed what they meant.

"The flag?" She questioned, pouting her lips in confusion. "Am I supposed to give a fuck about the flag?"

"You aren't." Betty said. "That's what's so punk about it."

Her face lit up. Diane didn't speak British, but that she understood.

And she had to turn her face into Hobie's shoulder to not squeal. They said her perfect outfit was punk!

They said she was Punk!

Hobie stiffled his laughter, pulling Diane closer as he reached up to ruffle her perfectly curled hair.

Diane bit back her euphoria as she composed herself, flattered beyond belief. And to the pair in front of her, Diane said -

"Why, thank you!" mimicking a curtsey, head bowed and knees bent.

The pair burst out laughing.

And then, they did the same, playing along.

"Pleasure is ours, Your Majesty.~" Betty snickered, nudging Ned to get him to play along, and the dark-skinned boy did the same. "And to whom do we owe the honor?" he asked.

"Diane." Hobie said, squeezing her at the waist for a moment, and before she could tell them otherwise, Hobie said. "Call her Dutchess, yeah?"

Betty held back a snort. "Dutchess - She the Dutchess of Camden then?"

"Brilliant, you two." Ned said. "Leave it to Hobie to find a cheeky one."

Diane was glowing in his arms.

"The Duchess of Camden." Hobie said, a smirk coming to his lips. He adored the sound of it. "That she is. A national treasure, this one." And he believed it.

Hobie couldn't help but drink in the joy on Diane's face.

The name was so prestigious sounding - glamourous even - and Diane had no idea what the hell a Dutchess was, but she damn sure knew what royalty meant.

But nothing could compare to Hobie's words.

She pressed her hands to her cheeks, drinking in the flattery. And when she looked at Hobie her eyes were elated, dazzled to share the moment with him.

"Oh my, What a Prince Charming!" Diane laughed, wrapping her arms around Hobie. Who knew people in his universe would be just as cool, as interesting, as kind?

Who knew that not caring or thinking about British culture at all - not trying to make a statement, or say much of anything at all, could be punk? Hobie didn't.

Somehow, though, Diane managed to work miracles.

"Well, Dutchess," Ned said. "I take it you and Prince Charming here fancy a cordial invitation to the pub after this?"

Diane's jaw nearly dropped. "A Pub, like a Tavern?" And she couldn't imagine anything more British than a tavern. "Like the kind that serves pints? Just say the word and I'll call my horse-drawn carriage!"

Dutchess rode carriages, right? Who else would?

Betty shook her head, a grin on her lips. "Enjoy the show, Your Highness." she said, lacing her fingers with Ned's before weaving them back into the crowd.

For a second, Diane didn't say anything - cheeks glowing with the smile she was fighting back. Hobie wished he could make her feel that way forever.

"Well Punk royalty, how do you feel?" he asked, his voice low enough just for her to hear.

"You know," Diane said, turning to look at him, and slowly she laced her arms around his neck. "With this dimension time travel stuff - it's like you're the Punk Doctor Who, and I'm your companion, right? You know that British show, Doctor Who? The watch is like our Tardis-"

"Diane," Hobie said. "Never change."

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Hobie didn't know what this made him, but he didn't care.

He'd take Diane any place she'd follow. Any place she'd follow, he'd want her there.

Even here, on the curb of a street somewhere in London. Outside of a 24-hour Chip Shop at 3am.

Diane had followed him to 138 - and in return he'd followed her to a punk show. And then to an afterparty, and then to a pub, and then another.

And more and more people came over, to laugh and talk, to invite her into the community. And bit by her bit, her 'perfect' outfit had gained color.

A pin passed on from a friend, a patch someone would pull off their jacket, fishing for bobby pins to pin it to hers. A clover patch to match his pin, an A sprawled across the front like The Scarlet Letter.

Hobie couldn't describe the way Diane looked at him every time, the way she squeezed his hand and didn't let go. But that didn't matter. He just wanted her to do it more and more.

By stop two, she was complaining about her feet. But come 20 minutes, without fail - there she was, hanging on his sleeve. Asking him to leave so they could go someplace more her speed, 'hipper to the groove'.

And he'd always say 'Yes'. There wasn't a moment of it that he regretted.

He'd follow her anywhere, because he knew she'd do the same. And now, sitting on the curb on some random street in East London, Diane had the beginnings of her own battle jacket.

And a backpatch to match his, with her own addition:

'Punk's Not Dead.' 'He's back at my place.'

Hobie popped open the box of takeout, steam escaping as he lifted the flaps on the fish & chips. Beside him, Diane rolled her eyes in ecstasy at just the smell of it, throwing her head back in excitement.

Needless to say, Diane was plastered.

"You spoil me." she squealed leaning in closer to gaze at the sacred food that sat in Hobie's lap, her arm looped with his as the smell of fresh battered fish rose from the box.

Hobie lifted up a bit of fish, holding it out to Diane. "You ever tried this? Can't say you've been to London until you have. Like going to New York and leaving without the pizza." he smirked, eager to see her reaction - that look in her eyes.

Diane leaned forward, taking a bite of the fish without even taking it from his hand - too drunk to care.

"I don't know if it's because I'm drunk, or because I'm with you - but British food is so good." she snickered, stealing a chip from the box.

Carefully, she sniffed it.

"It has vinegar." he told her, watching as Diane nodded seriously, before pointing the chip at the box. "And that?" she asked.

"Mushy peas."

"Mushed peas?" Diane said, part bewildered, but mostly disgusted. "Mushed peas - is that what you said?"

Hobie snickered. "You ain't gotta eat them. I'll eat them if you don't want to-"

"You're gonna eat them?!" Diane demanded, jaw agape. "I was just complimenting you're national cuisine and now you're offering me pea sludge?" she laughed, almost in disbelief.

"You ain't gotta eat the pea sludge, Dutchess. Dump it in the harbor if you wanna kick off. That's what you all do, yeah?"

Now Diane's expression turned to shock. "Don't compare me to a Bostoner! As a New Yorker, I take offense to that." she said, stealing another chip. "You don't see me calling you a Birmingham-nite or whatever."

"Brummie -" Hobie corrected. "Surprised you know about them."

"I don't." Diane assured him. "I just know they exist."

Hobie grinned, taking a bite of fish, as for once - London seemed quiet around them.

No loud music. No crowd, or laughter, no anything. Just them. And Hobie realized that this was the first time they'd been alone - since that night they'd met, four months ago.

And he still felt the same as he did back then - in the alleyway behind the club, bathed in neon lights.

He had slipped into her world to find her - and now here she was, slipping in to his. And here, now, with her post-show hair, and smudged red lips, and blurred eye-liner. In her spray-painted jacket, and a hangover around the corner - he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Hobie -" Diane asked, eyes far away. "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did." he snickered, simply because he knew it would get her attention. Diane grinned, even despite herself, and she shoved his shoulder.

But he could tell, whatever it was - she meant it. "Anything." he said.

"Why do you.. let me follow you around?" she asked, and even to her, the words felt clumsy, clouded by nerves and 4 pints of beer.

"I mean - Why do you put up with it?" she asked, voice barely at whisper. And for the first time, it was like she couldn't look at him. And yet he couldn't look away.

"With what everyone says. I mean - I know that you hear it. And..I'm not subtle about it. But you never complain. Or tell me to go away. I guess at a certain point, a part of me thought that maybe you just...didn't want to hurt my feelings, I guess."

Diane said, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

"But then, you invited me here. And you've been so kind to me all night. Even though I'm just some chick who shows up to your shows. And, I don't know how to thank you, or why you do it." she said, voice barely a whisper.

"Because I know that you care. Cause I can tell you do." Hobie said. "And I can tell you don't want nothing of me. You aren't asking me for romance or anything. We can just be together. Wherever. And that's enough. More than enough." Hobie said, and to him, the answer came easy. Now that it was her who was asking.

And maybe that was it. "We're enough for each other."

And she was more than enough for him. More than enough for him to watch to keep her around, and then some.

Diane's expression softened, the lump in her throat growing. "Thank you," she said. "For never making me feel like I was annoying. Or like I wasn't worth your time."

For making her feel like she was enough, always.

"You are worth my time, Daiquiri." Hobie said, and he reached up to brush a stray curl from Diane's face. "Don't want you to ever think otherwise. I don't know why you do it - what I did to deserve it.

But it doesn't matter. I ain't letting you get rid of me now."

Beside him, Diane grinned, hanging her head in bashfulness.

"I'd kiss your cheek right now, if I didn't smell of fish and vinegar right now." she told him, and instead, so instead she pressed a kiss to her fingers, before smooshing it in his face.

Hobie snorted, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer. Pressing kisses to her forehead, even as she faked a grimace. Because he didn't care about fish or vinegar or anything else. Just her.

Diane laughed, shoving away from him just as Hobie asked "And what about you?"

"What about me?" "Why do you do it?" he asked. "I mean, could have any bloke on any Earth. But you choose me."

And he would never understand it, but he would always be grateful.

For a moment, Diane had to think about it - and Hobie wondered if she ever questioned it herself. Or if she just did what made her happy, and worried about any bridge when she came to it.

Diane shrugged a bit, stealing another chip as she thought, eyes lidded and voice quiet under the haze of alcohol.

"I dunno. You make me feel safe, I guess." She said, and maybe it was that simple. Because saying it felt right.

"I don't have to worry - about you laughing at me, or judging me, slutshaming me. You don't think I'm stupid, or annoying. I mean, you let me wear this outfit, you made me feel good about it. So I trust you."

Because she could tell he cared too.

Hobie grinned, leaning forward to brush his nose against hers, their own form of kiss. "And that's enough for you to treat me as good as you do?"

"I mean, we met when I was shitfaced drunk." Diane said, well aware she was probably shitfaced right now. "In a club, basically throwing myself at you - and you somehow got me home and into bed." And she snickered at the memory alone. "You even put my bonnet on me."

"You were there the first time I saw the Sun. Or a sunset. I guess I feel like if you're there, it'll be okay. Or like, super far out - groovy, psychedelic, absolutely dynamite!"

She laughed. "Like tonight. Thanks for tonight, Hobie."

"Anything for you, Dutchess." he told her.

"Look at you, treating me like Queen Eliza." "Elizabeth." "Does it matter?"

Did it matter what they were?

"Not at all."

Because they were enough.

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"Are you actually going to eat the pea sludge?" "What, is that a crime, your highness?" "No, but it should be."

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Hobie will keep Diane ignorant about British culture, if it's the last thing he does. He finds it really, really funny.

And that's the story of how Diane got her punk jacket, why Hobie calls her 'Dutchess', and why they stick with each other through everything. UUHHHH N-E-WAY I think this might be like my first DiscoPunk fic holymotherof!!!!! I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM. Let your OCs be loved. If you read this far thank you so much! It genuinely means a lot, so thank you for your time! In an act of gratitude here is Hobie

(thats them im gonna go cry)

[silent-raven13]

Where did you get that tattoo, luv?

Hobie relaxed on his bed playing his guitar enjoying making a song for his band. When his best friends, Karl and Riri aren't fighting nazis, and fascist assholes, they go to their underground concerts. It's the best way to fully enjoy the "punk" experience. Whatever that means? It's the best way to enjoy freedom and expression from this bullshit world.

Then his Spicer Society Smartphone ding, he took the specially made phone t to look at it. There's a message from Gwen.

Spder So-City Messages

Gwendy: Hey, you wanna hang out with me and Pav?

Hobs: Sure. What are we gonna do?

Gwendy: Hmm 🤔 Not sure! I'm thinking we can hang out in my world then maybe meet up with Miles... if he's not busy.

Hobie: Oh! I need to check up on him.

Gwendy: Alright. Ask him if he's down to hang out later!

Hobie quickly went on his contacts seeing the first person to pop up, his Sunflower.

Hobie: Hello, luv. Wyd?"

Sunflower💖: Heyy bae!

Sunflower💖: I'm spending the day with Ganke, we're going to Anime Con! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰

Hobie pouts, his jealousy is getting the best of hi again. It's not that he has an issue with Ganke, the problem is everyone thinks those two are a couple instead of HIM and Miles. It's always bother him when he sees those two together and random people make positive comments about them.

Oh, you two look so cute together.

OMG, ya'll make a perfect pair.

Awe, ya'll so fierce together!

Can I say ya'll look so gooood together!

There's no words to express how upset Hobie gets when he hears their fucking comments. It's annoying, bothersome, and- DAMN, his jealous couldn't handle it.

What's worst, when he bud in those conversation, the random person would look in shock for the moment. They seem a bit disappointed to find out Miles isn't dating Ganke! What. The. Fuck!

It seems that Miles' best friend is more liked, because he's a handsome fellow. Hobie never felt insecure about his looks before, nor did he care about how others see him, but seeing the love of his life being praised with another man just boils his blood.

For now, he wants his Miles to enjoy themselves.

Hobie: Alright, luv. Have fun 💖 Later, do you want to hang out with me, and the gang?🥹

Sunflower💖: Sure! ☺️ How does 7pm works?

Hobie: Perfect! 🥰

Sunflower💖: Love u! 😘

Hobie: 🥰 Luv u 2!

Hobie left it at that, he got up from the bed to change. When he went to Gwen's world to hang out with her and Pav, he saw them busy on their Smartphone. "Hey, Hobs! Glad you can make it! What's the word with Miles?" Gwen asked being happy to see her punker friend.

"He's free around 7pm. So, what's the plan?" Hobie asked, having one hand in his jeans.

The three were wearing their Spidey suit underneath their basic clothing. Luckily for Gwen, her spider-woman suit is mostly black around her legs, so she wears a casual shirt and jacket with her blue converse. It's an easy fit for her. Hobie always dressed in his punk outfits entwine with his spider-man suit. For Pav, he wore a colorful pink overalls having one strap unlatched for the asymmetrical look and underneath is bright yellow long sleeve shirt.

"I'm thinking we try the escape room! Then, maybe go look at this Hello Kitty store Pav been wanting to go and try this vegan burrito place. They use walnut meat and cashew sour cream!" Gwen explained the plan.

"Hello Kitty?" Hobie asked, looking at Pav.

"She's cute! And i was hoping to look at their designs of Cinnamoroll! In my world, that cute bunny has gold and white colors!" Pav explained.

"Have you ask Miles if he's down to hang out later?" Gwen asked Hobie.

"Yeah, he's busy with Ganke..." He grunts with a slight eyeroll.

The two glanced at each other knowing Hobie is jealous of Ganke for being closed with Miles. Not only that, when Miles was single, he and Ganke would always pretended to be boyfriends to avoid any strangers from asking them out.

They got so used to it they forget they're friends at times. One time, Miles kissed Ganke at a party so casually and his friend wasn't shock instead he wrapped his arm around Miles' waist like it they were a couple. Talk about being super platonic with your best friend. What was worst? Hobie was at that party watching the whole thing, granted he wasn't with Miles, but that didn't stop him from being upset about it. The poor punker got so drunk, he broke down in tear in front of Gwen and Pav. It was an emotional roller coaster!

"Oh they went to that Anime convention? I think I saw a photo of them dressing up together." Pav took out his Smartphone to look through his Spder So-City app to find the picture, "I think they were doing One Piece this time!"

"Right, I remember last year they did Boku no Hero Academia." Gwen said out loud, "Miles was this green guy called... Dino?"

"Deku." Pav corrected. "And Ganke dressed up Eraser Head."

"Who?" Gwen asked, "Sorry, I don't know much on this stuff... only Sailor Moon!"

"Really? I thought you watch anime!" Pav spoke out loud being confused. "You were saying yes to Miles when he brings up certain episodes!"

"I lied... I forget about the shows he mentions. He watches so much with Ganke, and he recommends anime shows with hundred plus episodes! I can only handle twelve episodes!"

"But Sailor Moon has a lot of episodes?"

"Okay, I watch Sailor Moon as a kid, and some episodes here and there. I didn't see the whole thing." Gwen gave a sheepish grin at Pav.

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME I'M THE ONLY ONE WATCHING WHAT MILES RECOMMENDED?" The wavy haired nineteen year old shouted out while having his smartphone in his hand.

"Yyyu-uh-up!" The blond twenty year old nodded with a weak smile.

"I don't even know any of this stuff you mates are talking about. I know, One Piece, Samurai Champloo, and Demon Slayer..."

"It's because you go to his place and sees him watching those?" Pav asked having to eye on his punker friend. Hobie never seems to like watching television during his free time, so he would watch with whoever is watching.

"Yea, Sunflower always watch the telly." He answered, "At first, I didn't care about One Piece, and got a bit confused about it- but after a few episodes I get it."

"Anime." Pav corrected, "You don't want the fans to curse you out! And it is the best! In my world, the anime is a bit different, but the color schemes!" He check his phone, "Oh, Miles is Zoro and Ganke is Luffy."

He shows them the photo of Miles in a the first Zoro outfit with the bandana tied on his upper left arm, and holding three fake swords. Then Ganke dressed up as Luffy's outfit with a painted red X on his fitted chest.

"Damn, Ganke got jacked up!" Gwen's eyes widen, she didn't remember Miles' friend to be so muscular.

Hobie's eyes were fixated on how Miles and Ganke were giving a big side hug, with their smiles on their faces. It bothers him. The description on Miles' photo said 'My Captain! 🫡' Did Miles really had to write that?

"Dude, I know. I never thought his friend would be sooo.... hot?" Pav admits, then cover his mouth slowly turning an annoyed Hobie, "Sorry, Hobie. I didn't mean it like that!" Then his brown eyes went back on screen looking at Ganke's abs.

"Pav, your drooling..." Gwen giggles having to nudge her friend's sides. "Careful before Gayatri finds out your window shopping."

"No, I was just admiring his straw hat!" Pav hides his blush.

"Let's go." The punker mutters having to kicking a random can from the roof. The other two stood quiet having to bite their tongue from their jealous punker. It's not good when he get one of those moods.

So when they spend their times hanging out in Gwen's world, Hobie was mostly being gloomy, or stare off to distance. During the escape room, Hobie was busy on his smartphone looking at photos of his Sunflower with Ganke.

One photo of them taking a pose with other people, which wasn't too bad. But the next slide was a video of Miles recording himself with Ganke behind him sticking his tongue out.

"At Anime NYC!" Miles said making a peace sign while walking with Ganke.

"Oh my gawd, can we get a photo you two looks so good together!" A young woman cosplay as Kiki from Kiki Delivery Service, then another groups dressed up as Naruto characters, and Attack on Titan cosplayers and so on.

"OMG are you two a couple!"

"Yeah, you two look so perfect as ZoLu!"

"Yeah! You guys look so cute together!"

Hobie's spider-man strength crack his Smart-phone screen being too damn jealous. "Grr..." He growls lowly as he watch his boyfriend nervously laughing it off while Ganke arms around his neck. The disrespect!

"Uhhh, Hobs... you can't use your phone in here." Gwen said slowly seeing the punker not caring about the rules.

Pav being busy solving a puzzle, "Gwen! Hobie! Help me! I'm so confused with this family tree! Jessica's is the step-mother of the granddaughter Sally and twin of Martha, but-but who is she to John, the owner of the house!" He got all panicked and confused by this difficult puzzle.

"Hobie, come on! We're supposed to have fun." Gwen said with a sigh, "Are you really getting jealous over Ganke, again?" She went to help Pav with the puzzle.

Hobie scowls shoving his phone back in his pocket, "Gwendy, you don't understand! They get too close." He quickly solve the puzzle, "And Johnie boy is Jessica's uncle! Why is it everyone sees them as a couple, but if it's me? They look surprised!" A random door open having Pav to go in to solve the next puzzle.

"Well, it's because you and Miles are different from styles and personalities!" Pav pointed out, "Look at you being tall, wearing all black and spikes. Then you got sunshine Miles wearing Jordans and gym wear looking like athlete. Ganke dresses like him or a bit preppy, but they fit together."

"And they are comfortable being with each other, they dorm together four like four years." Gwen pointed out. "Make sense they are so used to each other." Gwen was able to solve the puzzle in the other room along with Pav.

Hobie growls lowly, "And what about me? I know, him the same amount of time. Yet, people look at us as if we're just friends! It's fucking annoying!" Then his phone ding when Miles Spder So-City gets a new post. He was about to check when Gwen stops him.

"Dude, can we finish this first then you can be on your phone?

Hobie sighs, leaving his phone in his pocket. "Fine." Gwen and Pav tries to make his mood as they finished up the escape room. They ended up winning with five minutes left.

After the game, they went to the Hello Kitty store Pav wanted to go, and he ended up buying a big Cinnamoroll. Hobie was on his phone looking at pictures of Miles and Ganke eating ramen and sushi, then photos of them sharing each other food from their chopsticks.

The next slide it was a quick video.

"How does that taste?" Miles asked letting Ganke take a bite of his sushi from his chopsticks.

"It's good. Wanna try my ramen?" Ganke fed his best friend with his spoon filled with ramen .

"Sure!" Miles took the spoon in his mouth and smiles, "Mmm, so good." He happily eats, "I should've order that."

"Wanna switch?"

"Sure! You liked my sushi more, huh?"

"Yeah." Ganke chuckles as they switch their foods. The people in the background awed at them being cute.

Even the waiter said, "You guys are so cute being together. I'm rooting for your relationship!" The two only look at her with an awkward smile.

Hobie bites his bottom lip being very upset. "Count to ten, Hobie. It's just them enjoying themselves to eat." Pav peaks, "That's cute they share their food." He hugs his big stuffed Cinnamoroll being overjoy with his purchased.

"Sharing food from each other spoons and chopsticks is normal with best friends?" Hobie snapped at Pav already annoyed.

"Hobies, chill. Just talk to Miles about how you don't like how touchy feeling him and Ganke are." Gwen said having to pat her wavy haired friend, "Don't take it out on us, sheesh."

"Sorry, mate." Hobie said to Pav, he shoves his phone back into his pocket, "I'm just on edge."

"Hobie, it's okay. I know how much you care about Miles." Pav smiles at him not being bothered by Hobie's attitude. The three continue their hang out until it was time to meet up with Miles.

They were inside the Vegan burger joint since Gwen wanted to try it. Hobie's eyes on the main entrance, then Miles came in wearing a different outfit. His dark eyes soften when his Sunflower smiles at him, then he noticed a bandage on his left arm.

"Hey bae!" Miles went up to his boyfriend to kiss him.

"Luv, what happen to you?" Hobie asked being concerned by his arm then noticed something, "You got another tattoo?"

"Yeah, I did! You didn't see my So-City post?" His boyfriend saw Gwen and Pav, "Hey guys, sorry I'm late. I had to change out of my costume and take Ganke home."

"Luv, when did you get a tattoo?" Hobie asked being a bit surprised.

Miles smiles happily, "Me and Ganke got matching tattoos together. It's our friendship anniversary today, so we wanted to do something together!" Unaware of the dark jealous look from Hobie.

"What? No way, what kind did you two get?" Pav asked being in shock.

"Matching tattoos? Isn't that what couples do? Ain't that a curse?" Gwen glanced over seeing Hobie quiet.

Miles explained, "A lot of people get tattoos with their close friends. Me and Ganke been wanting to get one since he got his first tattoo! So we thought long and hard, and realized we're both One Piece nerds. So we got an X as a symbol of our friendship and loyalty for each other!" His honey-brown eyes soften being so happy, "He's my best friend."

"Awe, that's so cute." The wavy haired teenager puts his hands on his cheeks being so awestruck.

Hobie stood quiet before he decided to walk away. "Bae, where you going?" Hearing Miles' voice.

"I'm gonna take a smoke break." He mutters lowly.

"Let me come with you-" Hobie stops him, "No, Miles. I want to go alone." He walk outside of the restaurant.

Miles frowns hearing his boyfriend sounding upset. "What's wrong with him?" He asked his other two friends.

Hobie inhale his cigarette feeling the nasty bitter tar taste dragging on his tastebuds. Been awhile since he smoke, he rarely smoke cigarettes these days since he got with Miles. He sighs feeling like a fool for getting so worked over his boyfriend's tattoo. Why does he feel so challenged with Ganke?

He hear the front door opening, "I told you I want to be alone, Sunflower." He finally said, hearing his boyfriend's footsteps.

"Gwen and Pav told me you were upset about me spending the day with Ganke." Miles went up to him, his arms wrapping around Hobie's left arm trying to comfort him. "Baby, do you hate it when I'm with him?"

"I dunno." He mutters.

"But you got so upset when I mentioned I got a tattoo with him! Hobie, me and Ganke are just friends!"

"Friends who hug each other all the time? Friends, who share chopsticks and food? Friends who get matching tattoos?" Hobie snapped then stops himself when he saw his boyfriend's eyes widen at him. "Sorry, luv... I am. That's why I wanted to be alone."

"Hobie, me and Ganke are friends! A lot of people are close with their friends. We just vibe that way."

"Sunflower, I know you and him are friends, but I get jealous over it. I think it's because he's better for you." Hobie sighs being upset, "I'm just a bloke with-" Miles grab his face to kiss him, Hobie's dark eyes widen from shock as he felt his Sunflower's kiss him so passionately.

When Miles pull away his tongue slip out of Hobie's mouth, then he gave a hard bite on his partner's bottom lip. The punker winced from the sudden bite his partner made, he blinks when his boyfriend glared at him. "I hate when you talk so badly about yourself. I love you, Hobie. Me and Ganke are just friends nothing more, man. Tsk, you're acting stupid, but you're my jealous stupid man!" He kisses Hobie again to comfort those bottom bite lip.

His boyfriend pulls the nineteen year old into a deeper kiss. "Luv," Hobie pulls away, "I still wish you asked me about having a tattoo. I'm jealous you two have matching tattoos."

"Huh! But I got two tattoos about you, baby!" Miles puff his cheeks.

Hobie kisses his boyfriend this time with more hunger, more need that made Miles' face heated. The punker's larger hands cupping his little Sunflower as they tongue kissed. He mutter lowly, "I don't like sharing you, luv."

"Hmm," Miles pinches his boyfriend's cheek making him winced again, "You ruined the kiss by being too possessive, mi amor. You still have a lot to learn about controlling your jealousy! It's cute when you kiss me like this but you putting yourself down is pissing me off."

"Luv, you love it when I'm like this." Hobie chuckles.

"Hmph, you got mad over a tattoo. I'm not removing it and Ganke is my best friend. You're gonna have to learn!" Miles huffed, "Over a simple tatt-" Hobie kisses him again, "I like it when your like this."

"Dummy!" Miles frowns, playfully hitting his boyfriend's shoulder, "You always gotta be the jealous type." Hobie picks him up with a smile on his face making him blush, "See I like this, but not when you're trying to get delusional about me and Ganke. It's weird, man. It's like me getting jealous over you and Karl. You don't see me going on my phone checking where you're at all the time?" He puff his cheeks again being annoyed.

"You're cute when you're mad at me, Sunflower." He leans over to nose rub his boyfriend's nose, then picks him up letting Miles' legs wrap around his waist. "I would it if we get matching tattoos."

"No," Miles huffs, "Those are curses. I rather let you give me a tongue piercing."

"That can be arrange. I always wanted you to get one." Hobie purrs in his boyfriend's ear, "You'll look sexy with it."

"Bad! I'm already sexy, bae." Miles pinches his cheeks again, "Always ruining the moment!" He playfully smirk on his face. "You play too much."

"I want your attention. You left me all alone today, luv."

"So?"

"I need you, my darling!"

"You're so clingy! Now put me down."

"No!" Hobie carries his boyfriend back inside the restaurant, "This is payback for leaving me."

"Hobie!"

[ggukkiedae]

For miya I would like Jack in the box listing party and Miya giving jungkook a tour of Australia in more depth.

hi bub! this took quite a while, but i'm back to writing again and slowly filling out requests! for now, here's the jitb listening party, but you can look forward to the australia tour with jungkookie soon! hope you enjoy this for now~

dialogue written in italics are spoken in english!

The sounds of the music blasting reached her ears before the elevator doors could even open.

“God,” Yoonmi muttered to herself, “I can’t believe that uni made me late for a work event for the first time ever.”

She carefully smoothed out the front of her leather romper over her black button down, an outfit Jungkook had dramatically insisted on because he helped Hoseok pick the romper out for her, and stepped out of the elevator doors right before they closed once again.

Almost immediately, her eyes spotted her members all gathered together in the photo booth, seemingly scanning the room for her. Right, she had sent them her location so they could see when she arrived.

People laughed at her rushed greetings and made way for her as soon as they could hear the heels of her boots coming in their direction. Everyone knew where she was headed, and no one would be stopping her even if they wanted to.

A set of sunglasses-covered eyes met hers, but even the tinted lenses couldn’t hide the way they lit up.

“Makdungie!” Hoseok yelled out, opening his arms for a hug. “You’re here! How was traffic?”

A laugh slipped through her lips as she walked forward to give Hoseok a hug, trying to pour everything she wanted to say into the tight squeeze. You look nice. I missed you. The listening party is doing great. Sorry I missed the actual listening part of the listening party. You’re working so hard. I’m proud of you. All these thoughts, yet only some words came out. “Sorry, I’m late. Traffic was okay, but my professor held me back.”

He pushed her sunglasses up her head and did the same to his own. “What matters is you’re here. Come on, it’s your turn to take pictures with me.”

Hoseok swung an arm around her shoulders, squishing their cheeks together for their first photo. The audible ranting of Taehyung from the side about Hoseok’s audacity to steal her before she could say hi to any of the other members made the smile on her face grow even wider out of amusement. After a few changes of poses, all of them gathered together into the frame, taking a photo altogether and being sure to send a soft copy to Yoongi immediately.

It was after the photo when the entire situation sunk in. There were so many people in the room with her, and the sheer thought of having to start up conversations began to overwhelm her. It was a long day at university, fixing up certain documents she needed for the following semester.

“Stick with me,” Jungkook handed her a champagne flute and offered his arm for her to take, “and drink this. Something to warm you from the inside might help you loosen up.”

A grateful sigh came out of her, “Thanks. Can we go close to the stage? I think Hobi oppa’s dancer friends are about to pop off.”

“Say no more.”

The two maknaes excitedly walked over to the center, pleased to find dancers taking over the floor. Pretty soon, they found themselves grooving along with their motions, Taehyung and Namjoon even joining them for a bit.

A glass of beer made its way into her hand, followed by a knowing wink from Jimin. She laughed and quickly downed its contents, settling on the floor of the stage, looking directly at Hoseok as he interacted with his guests as well as danced for a while.

She noticed a glow emanating from him. No, it wasn’t a reflection of the spotlight or the other flashing lights surrounding them. Hoseok just seemed to be glowing, whether it be in satisfaction, happiness, growth, or all of the above, she wasn’t sure. It was just a nice glow that she was happy to see given how stressed out he was in the past month specifically.

Her stares didn’t go unnoticed as the object of her thoughts turned towards her, a confused look crossing his face before he smiled and sat next to her.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“You’re absolutely glowing,” there was no hesitation in her voice, “and it’s an amazing look on you, oppa.”

He bumped her shoulder, “Thanks, Yoonmi. And thanks for coming by even though today drained you.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” she smiled at him, pleased to see his smile change to the one she only saw him use around family.

Hoseok got up, dusting his hand on his pants and offering her the drink in his hand. “Come on. If you’re up for it, I’m pretty sure Jessi nuna and Eunwoo were looking for you. Jack-Coke, by the way.”

She laughed at his choice of drink matching his album, thankfully taking the drink and placing her free hand on his outstretched one. “I think I’ve got a bit of energy left as long as you guys stay with me.”

“Always.”

She definitely had more energy than she thought. Needless to say multiple videos of her vibing surfaced the internet, being a topic of conversation for a while.

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[noah-moth-cursed-chaos]

So a few people seemed to want this so here is the promised Drabble! It’s just sorta a first meeting/dynamic setup sort of thing but I like it. I bent canon some with them not having any idea of where Miles is in this for plot purposes but yeah

Patrick O’Hara was heading to the commissary, both to get some lunch for himself and some some treats for Widow, when someone knocked into him. He stopped and stared for a moment, the man was decently tall, wearing an interesting outfit, all black with what may have been a gas mask and a jacket of some sort. Probably just another spiderman he hadn’t met yet.

“Crud Sorry- my bad I should be looking where I’m going-“ Wow. What a voice. Did he sing? He should.

“Ah Uhm-no harm done pal. Say, how long have you been ‘round here? I haven’t seen ya before.” He stood up a bit straighter, hoping he looked good.

“Oh I’m new… what about you?”

“I’ve been here a good few months now. It’s a pretty nice setup, gettin to actually make a difference and all.”

“Yeah it seems pretty nice.”

“… I’m called Webslinger by the way.”

“Noir. Hey uh-I’ve gotta go, but it was nice meeting you.”

“Right-yeah, see ya ‘round newbie.”

“Yeah. Of course.”

It’s funny how all it takes is a few moments to change the course of the future.

Patrick O’Hara was highly familiar with this.

From the moment Ben died, to the moment he joined Morbius’ side show, to getting bit by that spider, to joining the spider society.

And while he did not know if meeting that black-clad stranger would change his *life*, it had most certainly changed his afternoon. He’d been thinking about him all day, sadly nobody he asked knew anything about a ‘Noir’ spiderman. Maybe he should ask Miguel…

Except that turned out to be an awful idea.

“Spiderman Noir? He was here-inside the base?”

“Yes sir I was just wondering if you knew about him, he seemed like a nice man.” He didn’t like the way Miguel was looking at him. Almost like an animal looking at meat.

“He’s part of Spiderpunk’s band of rogue spider people, he isn’t a nice man he’s a danger to the multiverse.” He paused, before seeming to get an idea, “But you aren’t.”

“No I’m not uhm-what does that mean boss?”

“They have information on the whereabouts of a particularly dangerous anomaly, if we had eyes on the inside we could find and contain it.” Ah. This was a mistake. Patrick was a lot of things, a spy wasn’t one of them. Why did all the moments that changed his life seem to change things for the worse eventually?

Noir hadn’t expected to walk into Hobie’s base to find him talking to cowboy. Let alone a familiar one. How did he get that horse in the building? How did he convince Hobie to let a horse in his base, let alone Riotheart?

“And-oh hey! Noir right?” Webslinger turned his attention to him upon seeing him walk in.

“Yep. And you’re Webslinger. I thought you were part of Miguel’s group?”

“Was.” He responded, “Apparently you never were.”

“… I had my reasons for being in there that day.” As soon as Noir had left that day, as a matter of fact, he remembered his reasons had been to beat Miguel’s ass for what he did to Miles. If a cowboy with a cute voice was all it took to distract him, he was glad he didn’t see many cowboys back home.

“I’m sure you did pardner. It is nice to formally be on the same side as you, however. I’m hopin we’ll be working close together from now on.” Webslinger held out his hand, and Noir shook it. He had a firm grip.

“I’m sure we will.”

When Webslinger had walked away, going to do something with his horse, Hobie turned to Noir.

“I don’t trust ‘im, there’s something fishy about ‘im.”

“Give him a chance, he seemed alright the first time we talked.” Noir didn’t know why that would actually matter-they’d spoken for maybe three minutes- but apparently it did.

Hobie squinted at him for a moment, “I am. But I’m keeping an eye on the bloke, and I’m askin you to do the same, mate. Miguel still thinks we know where Miles is, we don’t know what he’ll do to get to us.”

“… Have. We made any progress trying to find Miles?”

“We know the go home machine malfunctioned, but not where it sent him.” Hobie paused before adding, “We’re gonna find him. If he doesn’t find us first, you said he’s crafty like that didn’t you?”

“Well. I sure hope he is.” Noir sighed, “Poor kid must be feeling so alone right now.”

Patrick did learn a lot over the next few weeks. Places where the group met, what universes they were all from, that they hadn’t actually found Miles yet. He reported… bits and pieces back to Miguel. Somehow he couldn’t pull himself to fully betray this ragtag little team he wasn’t even actually a part of. Maybe it was the fact that he’d now heard how Miguel had gone essentially savage on the poor kid. Anomaly or not that had been a child, and a scared one at that. So Patrick made the group seem less organized than it was, understated how much they knew, made them seem smaller and weaker in hopes that Miguel would think they weren’t a big enough threat to take action against. So far it’d worked.

And he learned about Noir. He’d learned about the world he was from and the values he’d carried and that, although it was in a much more metaphorical sense, he was just as isolated as Patrick was. Honestly he could barely imagine it-having an aunt and friends and all these people who loved you and still inevitably being so horribly alone in the way Noir was. It almost made him feel lucky it was just him and his horse back home.

And Noir was. Nice. He may have been serious, but he was far from cold. He cared, a lot. And he was bright and determined and had this sense of justice about him he couldn’t help but find alluring.

And the closer he let himself be to Noir, the more of a bad idea it felt like. The more he knew it’d hurt if his precarious position as a double agent was revealed, or the fact that he wasn’t exactly doing that job the way he should be. The more it’d hurt for Noir to find out.

And the closer he got, every time he went back to the spider society, it made a bit more sense how someone could be so surrounded by people, but still so horribly, irrevocably, alone.

[nightswithkookmin]

I really like your blog and how you voice your opinions! just wanted to say that it's really funny how everyone are and still saying how JK birthday video for Jimin had nothing to do with Jimin and how it only meant to be sexy for Army but if you search the words Jungkook birthday Taehyung on twitter all you get is lots of tweets about people can't wait for a JK thirst trap for V birthday dated 3 days ago or Why didn't we got/Where is the thirst trap for V birthday dates 2 days ago and when they got called out they said it has nothing to do with Jimin or jokers calling everyone fools and clowns. Which means this fandom and that subgroup if filled with liarsss because if it's nothing sexy and it ain't for Jimin why they want the same thing for their bias and why they want that type of greeting so badly

IT WASN'T FOR JIMIN????😳😳😳😳

DOES THE WORD JIMIN MEAN SOMETHING ELSE IN TUKTUKKER TALK??????

Happy birthday bro posted on 13th October- gee I wonder who he was wishing that bdae msg to

It couldn't possibly be jimin cause JM was born on the 13th month of tzulekber which is not even on the Gregorian calendar gotcha

And if you pay close attention he said Jhamin not Jimin. There's no one in BTS called JWAMIN

He wanted to be sexy for Army on JMs birthday just as his mother thought she would make his son a birthday soup on someone else's son's birthday

He made a portrait of Hobi for hobi on his birthday, exclusive to Hobi. The members taunted him for one but NO ONE GOT THE SAME GIFT. AS NO ONE SHOULD.

IT'S A ONE OF A KIND GIFT MEANT TO SHOW HOW HE FEELS TOWARDS WHOEVER RECEIVES IT.

He posted a photo of Suga on stage shot by him.

HE POSTED A PERSONALIZED VIDEO MESSAGE FOR JIMIN, DID HIS HAIR, PUT ON COLOGNE AND HIS CHRISTMAS OUTFIT- HE HAD A LOT ON HIS CHEST BUT DECIDED I'LL KEEP IT SHORT.

Do people understand that BTS members are high profile celebrities too? If any other artist hand painted a portrait or photographed another celebrity and sent it to them signed they would hang it in their living room and display it on their trophy shelf.

Do they know how much a gift like that is worth??

Clue, BTS costumes are currently on display in museums and anything they made get sold to us at a price as merch.

I hate when they do this gosh. They are so dense.

I bet JK was gonna make a video essay enumerating all the things Jimin had done for him and just how much he loves Jimin but changed his mind last minute.

THEY ARE TOO SLOW TO CATCH HIS DRIFT.

Perhaps he made a video message for JM because Video messages and Polaroid back and forth between them is how they communicate their love- WHY YALL THINK HE WAS FILMING THOSE GCFS😩

Because JM hates video messages???

The same guy who prefers face timing as a form of communication and spends ours face timing his soulmate on his sick bed??? Mmkay.

And perhaps he made a portrait because Hobi have always wanted him to make a portrait of him and Suga has always wanted to be photographed by JK?

For whatever reason this man has decided, no he is not going to treat everyone the same or standardize his affections for people in the name of equality and preserving the status quo to make people happy.

I WONDER WHY?!

It's not like he was constantly told to treat all the members the same and do for all what he does for one lest his relationship with X or Y stands out in the group. It's not like he felt pressured to normalize his relationship with certain members and act like they weren't special at all

Jikook is platonic twins from the same womb but THEY ALWAYS SUPERIMPOSE THEIR FAVE ONTO JIKOOK SELCAS

THEY SHOULD FRANKLY LEAVE JUNGKOOK ALONE TO DO AS HE PLEASES WITH WHOMEVER.

Dude has been posting Tae Kook photos on his gram, liking his posts and supporting his content, doing dance challenges with him.

And he is out here posting birthday videos for JM which is about all the social media interactions they had save for JM @ing at him. Correct me if I'm wrong. Memory fog.

He is not on bad terms with anyone. He doesn't hate Jimin and he doesn't hate Tae. He certainly doesn't hate Suga or Hobi just because he hasn't posted them either. He either doesn't have a selca with them in his collection or he just doesn't feel a need to validate them publicly to show he likes them- which is where my money is at.

Yet, while he CHOSE to crop himself out of a Tae Kook selca to post on Tae's birthday, he certainly didn't feel he needed to remove and distance himself from his post for Jimin. HE WAS THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT. GIFT WRAPPED AND DELIVERED ON JMS FRONT DOOR.

If they want a message intended for fans, they should look no further than his cropped out meme of Tae on Tae's birthday. That post was for Army so yall could have a good laugh.

It's no different from Jimin posting memes of Jin on his birthday. It's meant as a joke at his expense. Which us a fan way of teasing him.

Just know the last time Jungkook posted a similar meme of Jimin it was of a higher resolution and it came with an apology letter 😌

This is my dick 🚪

They shouldn't let it hit them on their way out of Jimin's hair.

Also thank you. I love my blog too. It's my best feature.

[murpyperpy]

If you need to be mean be mean to me part 2.

CW: Mental Health issues drugs and alcohol.

Hobie stoped playing with your feelings and asked you out a week ago. Now you were sitting on you bed talking on the phone with your friend swinging your legs and talking about Hobie.

“Oooooo send a pic” your friend said. You looked through your pictures of him and you together.

“He so stunning right?” You ogle at the picture butterfly’s in you stomach.

“Huh… yeah If you like that type of thing he’s kinda ugly-cute” you friend says.

“ Bomb to your house imminent. Incoming!” You make the sound a bomb swooping down “Crash! Caplow! Sorry Macy bye bye house.” You laugh.

“Wait WAIT-“you scream excitedly

“I’m waiting” you friend says monotone

“HES CALLING OMG BYEEEEE” you giggle hanging up on your friend and composing yourself to talk to hobie

“Hey” you say a smoothly as you can

“Hullo love, you free tonight?”

“Yes!” You don’t mention it’s the third time this week he has called you to drink smoke or snort. He only usually called once a week but now he’s constantly wanted to spend time with you. Of course your overjoyed.

Hobie came to pick you up ten minutes later. You scrambled to do hair and makeup a pick an outfit for the mood- sexy red and black.

“Hobie!” You ran up to the car to reach in and wrap your arms around his shoulders. He noticed you holding on and realised your trying to steal his blunt. He gently pushes you off and you spin around and hop in the front seat.

The party was great like all the party Hobie takes you to you smoke dance then after you lay on his bed and fall asleep together and have deep talks. The moonlight was bright in the dark room you were sitting\laying on Hobbies back playing with his hair. While he lay face down and murmured to you.

“ You know I was sober until the night I meet you”. You say jokingly. He tenses up and shifts uncomfortably you quickly try to change the subject. You don’t want to make him uncomfortable with your history.

“ I have nothing to do tomorrow I’m so happy he he” you try to laugh but Hobie is tense. You don’t want him to be in a bad mood. You don’t want him to be mad.

“ Tell me what your thinking Hobie”

“What’s wrong”

“ I just feel gross” he reply’s “ I need a shower”

He stands up to leave and you want to pull him back but he leaves out the door into the bathroom

As if I believe that you think to yourself. You still feel energised from the party there no point sticking around with Hobie gone. You put on your jacket and shoes and head out the door.

-im going for a walk to clear my head plus I’m too awake to sleep :) <3

You text him then put in your head phones and feel the world melt away. It a familiar practice you did it often while trying to stay sober but it didn’t matter anymore. You where’re happy now with Hobie, it didn’t matter you where using whatever he was it not like he’s life was ever effected anyway. Hobie was always effortlessly perfect party as hard as he wants work as hard too. That’s why you like Hobie you much you think to yourself you want to be like him. You want to be confident.

“Hello! I’m talking to you here!”

You pull at your headphones and focus. Heart rate beats faster. Hold in a scream. Your hands are sweaty and you want to run but it’s just a man trying to get your attention.

“Sorry what do you want” you say back automatically. You took a closer look at the man he had marks on his face and angry facial expression from what you could see in the dark plus he smelled.

“I said you got a twenty?” He says to you holding out a reaching hand. His fingernails are cracked and caked with dirty.

“ I don’t have cash” you kept walking. He kept following.

“Baby you still in the shower?

Lol”

You send off a text to Hobie.

“Bitch I know you do” the man says again “don’t lie to me girly” you can smell his breath he’s so close so you pick up your pace and text Hobie.

There is a man following me plz come save me :(((

You try to keep it light like a joke but your heart can’t stop beating so fast. You call Hobie but he didn’t pick up so you call again.

“You know girly my own phone got stolen 2 weeks ago I think it’s fate we ran in to each other tonight” he moved to block you from running. In the street light you saw him clearly. Sharp teeth with holes peaking out of his cunning smile and browny yellow Color. He was wearing a suit like a sales man but it was old and tattered. His eyes are dazzling despite his dirty face. You still call Hobie over and over but you finger slows and you stare into his eyes.

“There you go girly hand it over” he says

He’s a mutant he has powers you think desperately that why I’m doing this. Your body steps closer. You hold out your arms. The man’s green eyes swirl like a spiral and you shift closer towards him. You try to pull away to speak to scream but you paralysed. The man is some kind of villain taking control of your body. Then you feel a hand on your shoulder. Hobie. He’s looking into your eyes. He look worried. He so cute. You want to make him feel better but you trapped.

“Love, what the fuck are you doing” he says

He looks over at the man. Hobies arm flashes faster than you can see and hammers into the man. Again again he slams his fist into the man’s face. All you can focus on is feel humming buzzing feeling taking over your body. You wave your hand around watching the streams flowing behind it. The fight become distant to the linger effect.

“ look at me” Hobie suddenly focusing on you filling one hundred percent of you view. He tilts you chin side to side check you over and then looks into your eyes.

“ I wanna be on what your on, it looks like a great time” he says staring at your dilated pupils and goofy grin.

“ I don’t like that joke” you say truthfully the words slip out of your mouth. Hobbie frowns which makes you frown.

The walk home feels bubbly easy simple. You trot along with Hobie.

“ Your calls scared me baby” Hobie says

“It that why your half dressed in… what is that?” You question. Hobie had a red superhero costume on under his jumper and pants. You stared at it and started to laugh.

“Hahahah! What are you wearing Spider-Man?” You laugh harder.

“God I hope you don’t remember this” Hobie covered his face which is flushed a deep red.

“Let’s go to bed my love”

Heyyyy Guys :)))

I hope you like this part of the story!!!

It’s not that depressing yet but if I make more it will probs take a turn 😈.

Please comment to share your opinion!!



[bangtanhoneys]

BTS MOMENTS: Hobi & Grace - Watermelon Nails

If there was one downside to comebacks, it was the nails. Everytime there was a comeback with music videos to shoot, photoshoots to do and then performances to do, Grace’s nails always had to be done. The nail technician took great delight in creating specific designs relating to the song or album but making sure they were workable as well. And Grace took great delight at having them cut off until the next time. 

But here was comeback season and they were in L.A to shoot their music video for Black Swan. Grace’s hotel suite had been set up as a wardrobe and a beauty parlour just for her since she had three (or even more, she had lost count at one point) outfit changes. Not only that, they were in the process of dying her hair to a honey blonde for the shoot. Beauty, as it turns out, took time. Which is why the stylists, hair team and nail team were getting an early start the day before the filming. 

“I’m hungry,” Grace pouted as the nail technician held onto her hand, painting the fake almond-shaped nails perfectly. The other hand was currently under some kind of UV light. 

“What do you want?” her manager asked from the couch, feet resting on the coffee table with the remote control on his stomach after he had found a channel that showed American baseball.

“I think Hobi had some watermelon so that would be nice. And another cup of tea would be great, maybe some squid jerky if we have any,” Grace asked. She would have turned her head to look at her manager but it was currently in the process of being dyed. 

“I’ll go and have a look at what we’ve got. Anyone want anything else?” he asked, slipping on his shoes. Once her manager got the staffs list of snacks, he closed the door to the suit behind him. 

It was nice to listen to the hair stylist and nail technician gossip, with Grace joining in when she could. Most of the time she was around the boys or even the male staff, who treated her as some kind of royalty and normally wouldn’t converse with her. Her manager didn’t give two hoots anymore and routinely shared the latest gossip and stories. Her bodyguard was just as bad.

“Snack delivery!” Hobi declared from the door, holding aloft a bowl of cut up watermelon and a tea cup with a straw. “Manager-nim is on snack store duty but he won’t be long.”

After bowing to the stylists, Hobi pulled a chair to his noona’s side and took a good look at her. Within a few moments, he grinned and hid his laugh behind his hand. “Ah noona, you always look funny during these times.”

“I hate you so much. Are you going to feed me or not?” she playfully glared, pulling out her hand from under the UV light to show Hobi her nails before she was instructed to put it back in. “I’m currently in nail mode.”

“Of course, that’s why I’m here,” Hobi said as he speared a piece of watermelon onto a fork and held it to Grace’s lips. The fruit was soon devoured. 

“Guess you were hungry. Must take a lot to have your nails and hair done?” he laughed, giving her another piece.

“You have no idea,” Grace muttered around the fruit. “This comeback is painful, in more ways than one.”

“But you look good. ARMY is going to have a field day when they see you blonde again with those nails and those outfits. I’ve just been having a look at them,” Hobi added as he angled the straw to Grace’s mouth. 

“I’ll end up dying but as long as the music video looks good who cares.”

“I’ll make sure to get plenty of photos of your nails and hair to show ARMY of your sacrifice. Those are pretty pointed though. You sure you’re not going to poke an eye out?” Hobi mused as he stood and leaned over the table to look at the technicians work.

In quick retaliation, Grace poked Hobi’s side with one of the nails in question causing him to jump and squeak. “Who do you think I am? Namjoon?”

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

rambly fashion rant incoming... I don't know if I'm your fashion anon, maybe A fashion anon? But I had some observations/thoughts. 1. Your comment that the Dior show was boring. Mostly, I agree. I think the sportswear inspired thing that Jones is trying works much much much better as a S/S collection than it does as a F/W collection. Without the interesting color palette and playfulness that is more expected from a S/S season, it just felt very Drab. Balmoral castle in the pouring rain. The callbacks to traditional Scottish attire/fabrics both on the top and bottom were well noted but all I thought flicking through the vogue slideshow was that I'm pretty sure I've seen this exact collection done by Ralph Lauren and that ilk several times over. I still want one of those grey tweed skirts for myself, the fabric looked like it would have great texture up close.

But menswear is always boring. Very very very rarely does a menswear collection make big splashes. I'm waiting on it all to wrap up before I pass my verdict, but if you're looking for drama, Comme des Garcons is always fun, I was really impressed by Lemaire this season, and Rick Owens always puts out a Rick Owens collection which if you're familiar with his work is pretty consistent, but at least it's different. Everyone else seems to have just done variations on loose-fit suiting. I'd love to hear if any of your other anons have opinions on the season as a whole.

2. Jihope's fits specifically. I love the sock-boots so we're going to have to agree to disagree there, but I do agree with the maybe vague consensus that Hobi's fit was a lot more interesting? What I will note though that maybe a lot of people may have missed is that I have a half-suspicion that Hobi's addition to the crew was relatively last-minute. Jimin's jacket fit him /perfectly/. Like- perfectly. Made for him perfectly. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd been to a half dozen styling appointments to get it right. I could talk at length at how bad soo many of the BTS suits are, and Jimin especially has a difficult frame to get right with off the shelf suiting. Hobi's fit was more fun, but someone very well could have grabbed it off a rack, steamed it, and thrown it at him this morning and the effect would have been the same.

3. On the security team/lack of photos/maybe presence at the after party. It did seem to me like the security team was necessary - even Hobi had a pretty significant one, but what I think people are maybe missing is that Jimin very obviously had a meeting right after the show. Do people think he went to the Dior store just to hang out? That was probably a scheduled meeting for him to meet with both his styling team (I saw at least one prominent Hybe stylist with him) and the Dior team to go over the pieces they expect him to wear/present options for the rest of the year based on the collection they just had. That shit is top secret until after the show is over and global ambassador means global team. They could have shot promo too, given his outfit change. The Lunar new year is on Sunday. I wouldn't be surprised if both he and Hoseok are on the next plane back to Incheon tomorrow morning (3 hours apart, can't have those airport photos crossed). He simply did not have time to hang out backstage and take photos like Hobi did. A shame? Definitely. But I don't think it's a conspiracy. As to whether he went to any afterparty? Hoseok obviously went to some LV events last night, his own ig story posts prove that. And yet nothing on the timeline. Just because we don't see something doesn't mean it doesn't happen.

Alright, let me unpack this one by one. Thanks for splitting the thoughts into sections, it helps.

1. I read a bit about the concept for Dior's collection and how it's some tribute to YSL and his work during the early 60s when he was the designer. Either way, I really get your Balmoral comment. I knew it reminded me of something: posh boys with a dash of Brideshead Revisited. It was definitely an interesting choice to have a collection based mostly on sportswear for fall/winter, but what do I know? It does look a bit bland, although some items can work, but it depends on how they're styled and who wears them. For example, I'm thinking of Jimin's outfit from yesterday and if he only had his jacket suit on without anything underneath, it would have looked a bit more eye catching, especially given the color palatte.

I agree that sometimes, compared to women's fashion, menswear can be a bit boring, but not all the time and definitely doesn't apply to all designers. I saw the Rick Owens show. I get it. It's a signature. Good for a show and to have everyone talking about it. I understand its purpose.

Have you seen Saint Laurent? It's my favorite collection of the entire week. It's not some extraordinary, one of a kind, never before seen, but its simplicity (not blandness) and elegance got to me. It's classy and I loved the fabrics they used. This is a case in which I also have to disagree with you about the bad tailloring. I'm not saying it's not happening with some brands (I see it more as aesthetic choice), but what I saw for SL was quite the opposite of that.

Also, have you seen Ten Lee and Jeonghan attending the show? I was mesmerized. Such good choices.

Not gonna lie, I would have loved to see Jimin wearing those clothes. He would definitely have me in a chokehold. But I'm not dismissing Dior. This is just the beginning anyway.

2. Yes, Hobi's fit was a bit more interesting than Jimin's, but I guess that skirt is what makes the entire outfit. And I have to agree, I also thought that Hobi was a last minute addition, but he also attended Hermes today, so maybe he's doing a tour and he did get the invitations way before? Either way, as much as people fawn over him and his presence yesterday, I do think we can agree that this was Jimin's time as guest and it showed. In all matters. No point in having childish fandom debates.

3. To me, it was obvious from the beginning that Jimin going to the Dior store immediately after was part of a schedule. I didn't think about the details, as to choosing the items he would wear in the future, but it was definitely part of business. I also heard he's leaving Paris tomorrow, so that explains it.

4. Lastly, I don't know how you perceived it, but I got the feeling the fandom was quick to conclude that Jimin is not attending any after party. As if they would know. Maybe it's because they have a certain perception about him and they didn't want to see anything similar to the Celine after party back in June. I don't know, it's just a hunch. But what I do know, is that if someone wants to be as private as possible and not have his whereabouts known, that is doable. And nothing would show up on the timeline. Privacy is always an option if one wants it.

[purplesurveys]

1746

What is your age? 25.

What is your gender? Female.

What country are you from? The Philippines.

How long have you been a fan of BTS? 2 years which have flown by like a blur.

How did you discover BTS? It was through Angela, who became a fan a little earlier than I did – around the time of BE if I remember correctly. She was fully invested by like early 2021 when she'd vent to me about how they'd be unfairly treated at stuff like the Grammys and such.

Have you ever attended a BTS concert? Not all 7, but I've seen a solo member in concert – that'd be Yoongi during his last tour. He didn't have a show in Manila, but he had one in Bangkok and my best friends and I flew in to see him. It was awesome. Our flights to and from Thailand had been full of fans.

Which BTS member is your bias (favorite)? Namjoon. My first was Jin, then Taehyung, then Namjoon.

What is your favorite BTS album? Map of the Soul: 7 is my ultimate favorite, then Wings is an extremely close second. I love love love how the tracklists flow in both.

Name your top three favorite BTS songs. Well, those two ^ then I'll add Love Yourself: Tear in the mix. I have nothing more to say about the album that churned out Outro: Tear.

Do you own physical copies of BTS albums? I do – up until You Never Walk Alone, then it kind of gets staggered from there. I only have three versions of the Love Yourself series, one version of MOTS: 7, one version of BE, both versions of Butter, and both versions of Proof.

I once committed to collecting all versions of all albums, but any fan can probably deduce why I stopped at the LY era – 12 versions is just too much of a financial commitment (I know my limits too! Hahaha). So I'm on an indefinite hiatus with album collecting for now, but the goal is definitely not dead. It's just not my current priority.

Which BTS music video is your favorite? I've always held I Need U on such a high pedestal the moment I saw it and I don't think that will ever change.

Have you ever covered a BTS song or dance? No, I neither sing nor dance.

Do you prefer BTS's older or newer music? I like the stuff they put out in 2016-2018 the most. The older hip-hop stuff are nice but they're a tad angsty for me to call them my favorite. I have nothing bad to say about the newer sounds, so it really all just boils down to a matter of preference.

Have you streamed a BTS song on a music platform in the past week? Yeah I was literally listening to Magic Shop right before taking this.

How many BTS songs can you sing along to? I mean I can sing along to most (if not all, tbh?) their choruses...but I'm generally better at memorizing their ballads cos obviously they're slower, making it easier to catch up with the Korean. I also memorize a handful of their Japanese songs – in general, picking up Japanese is way easier for me than Korean.

In any case, I can definitely make it through a concert confidently singing along to most of the lines haha.

Who is your BTS bias wrecker (second favorite)? It's been Yoongi and Jimin over the last few months.

Which BTS member do you relate to the most? As far as interests and outlook in life, definitely Namjoon. Behavior-wise I see so much of Hobi in me. It'd kill him to not go through life the textbook and methodical way, and I'm honestly the same. I need order, systems, spreadsheets, lists...lol. We'd either get along really well or be at each other's throats 24/7.

Which BTS member's style do you admire the most? Probably Namjoon's. He didn't exactly have a signature style in earlier years and was kind of just wearing whatever, then he must have figured it out at some point because all of his outfits have just been super neat-looking and coordinated.

If you could meet one BTS member, who would it be? I would not want to meet any of them and tbh would run for my life if I ever spotted them in a non-concert setting LOL.

Do you follow BTS members' individual activities and solo music? Of course. My love for them transcends chapters and I love them as solo artists just as much as I love them as a group. I've followed all comebacks and have every album of theirs starting from Jack in the Box.

Which BTS member do you think has the best stage presence? All of them have their own charms and the thing about them is that they mesh well enough on stage for them to never be overpowering one another.

Have you ever joined a BTS fan club? I mean, being part of ARMY is enough. I am a member of a couple of local fan communities though – I even flew with a bunch of them to Thailand.

Do you participate in BTS fan art or fan fiction? I participate merely in that I consume fanfics every now and then. I don't write and don't think I ever will.

Have you ever attended a BTS fan gathering or fan convention? I haven't, actually. My schedule never aligns with whatever's happening nearby, and there's usually a lot.

How often do you engage with BTS content on social media? Everyday. My Twitter is essentially my main channel for keeping up with current news, so I'm never too far away from updates.

Have you ever won a BTS-related contest or giveaway? No, also because I've never really joined any.

Do you collect BTS merchandise? Yes. These days I'm prioritizing Chapter 2 releases, so I'm just waiting for Jungkook's album to come out; after that I might take a break from collecting. It's not like a lot will be released til 2025 anyway, but I also don't feel like resuming my album collection just yet.

Have you ever traveled to South Korea to visit BTS-related places? I've been to South Korea, but not for BTS. That's the plan for the next time I visit though.

How has BTS positively influenced your life? They reintroduced hope to me and they've also led me to a lot of great people who've ended up as my close friends. I also want to keep doing well in life because of them – like days can get awful, but I've been a lot better with keeping an "it'll pass," or "just start over tomorrow" mindset thanks to them.

The journey is more than just being a fan. I actually want to be better and healthier for myself because of them.

Have you engaged in BTS-related charity work or donation campaigns? Yes, I've donated to a lot of local fundraisers done in the name of ARMY. Currently there's a Match A Billion initiative that I'm planning to partake in as well.

Have you ever used BTS lyrics as inspiration for your life? Oh yeah. My favorite these days is, "Future's gonna be okay."

Do you think BTS has made a positive impact on the world? In some aspects yes, but I don't think it's fair to them to think of them solely in those terms. They never set out to, like, transform the world or be the spokesperson for global diplomacy or whatever so it can be frustrating when people have that kind of expectation for them, but then jeer on them when they're slated to have a speech at the fucking UN.

That being said, what I want to say is they've made a positive impact in areas they've directly helped pave – like bringing K-pop into the mainstream market, local ARMY chapters all over the world doing regular fundraisers, increasing the interest in Korean culture, etc.

Which BTS album concept do you like the most? I love the LY series because it can be interpreted in so many ways. If the songs teach you self-love, great! If you think of the work as an ode to the members considering they nearly broke up at the time, go for it! If the lyrics are kinda romantic and you want to dedicate them to your partner, that's cute go you!

How do you feel about BTS's global success? I want nothing else but for them to be happy and to never lose themselves in the process of going up, and up, and up. I'll always be proud, of course, but I trust them to take breaks the moment they feel overwhelmed or devoid of inspiration, like what's happening now.

Do you follow BTS's achievements on music charts and awards? Well not all awards cos there's like, a billion of them, but I definitely keep track. Same with the charts.

How has BTS inspired you in your personal or professional life? They make me excited about life! I want to keep trying new things. New food. New sensations like sitting at a park for two hours straight, or attending a pottery class. I'm way more extroverted than I've ever been my whole life. I like talking to people and letting them share and share and share away. They've instilled a certain confidence in me that I also get to apply at work. Things like that.

Do you think BTS has paved the way for more Korean artists in the global music industry? They've objectively had the biggest and longest impact – this I can easily argue; but I generally veer away from using that rallying cry as I feel it undermines what their seniors did before them . BTS brought Korean (even Asian) artists into the mainstream, made it normal for Korean-language songs and albums to top charts, sparked global interest in Korean cuisine...but if it weren't for high school Namjoon and Yoongi getting fueled by Epik High or pre-debut Jimin idolizing BIGBANG, then the inspiration to be the BTS of today probably wouldn't be as intense.

Have you ever tried to replicate a BTS member's fashion look? Not a particular one but in general I've tried buying more oversized and baggy stuff because of them.

Do you own any clothing or accessories inspired by BTS? Yes, I have a few fanmade shirts.

What is your favorite BTS red carpet or performance outfit? END ME

How do you describe the bond between BTS and ARMY (their fans)? I think it's the biggest thing that sets the boys apart from the rest of the other groups. The relationship is just heartwarmingly strong, built entirely on trust. I don't know how else I can put it. It needs noting that the boys were facing an absurd amount of death threats, extremely offensive personal attacks, coordinated black oceans, etc...from people who didn't like them for reasons that didn't even exist. The hatred was/is on a different level it reached a point that they've acknowledged it a bunch of times (even to this day) lmao, and that whole time they only had the fans. Because of those fans who stayed and fought til the end, it only made the bond tighter; I'm one of the newer fans who gets to enjoy the calmness of today, which was only made possible because of the fans who did the dirty work up until a few years ago. Now, honestly, each of them feels like a friend I can rant to or that I can share what I had for dinner to.

What does being an ARMY mean to you? I'm very grateful to be a part of it. I've never seen a community that cares so much about just everything. Not all the fans are gonna be great but I do see the ones that make it a point to do good things, and I feel a sense of pride and protection about that.

Have you ever participated in a fan project for BTS? Not yet, although I've always wanted to. I've never been able to see any of the calls for the projects! They never make it to my timeline so I'll usually just see the end result already.

Do you have BTS-related tattoos or fan art? I don't have any tattoos, but the designs I've long had in mind are BTS-related.

How do you think BTS has changed the K-pop industry? They were the first to leverage on social media the way they did – as far as I know; definitely feel free to correct me if I got it wrong. But the fact that they did vlogs pre-debut, then started the Bangtan Bombs all the way from June 2013, to regularly checking in with their fans on Twitter and the fancafe for sure set the modern-day standard of groups conversing with fans. There's so many other ways they've changed the game but I feel like this has to be one of the biggest ones.

What do you think sets BTS apart from other K-pop groups? I love this question because I've been asking this myself. If it were up to me though I'd chalk it up to their sincerity, and that's in every sense of the word. They've always been very genuine with their relationships with the fans, genuine with one another in that I've never seen a closer bond with any other group, genuine in the music they make – they've made it a point from the very beginning to write lyrics that they want to write about. For me it's a combination of all these factors, different yet rooted in the same authenticity, that's pushed them to go as far as they have.

How do you feel about BTS's collaborations with international artists? It depends on the artist. Most I think have been very sweet and genuine with the collaboration, like Halsey, Steve Aoki, and Megan Thee Stallion. Others are kind of a question mark lol like Charlie Puth who seems to just be using the name of BTS for clout...then there are others that we just don't acknowledge like Sia for that unnecessary On remix and Jason Derulo who is just an ass.

Have you watched BTS's documentary series, such as "Burn the Stage" or "Break the Silence"? Of course. The fight between Taehyung and Jin was one of the very first clips I watched of the boys so it just made sense for me to watch the docuseries. I've seen the solo documentaries too, of Hobi and Yoongi.

Do you follow BTS-related fan theories and speculations? Not really. Never was a big fan of analyzing theories to begin with.

What is your favorite BTS fan theory? I don't have any.

Have you ever contributed to a fan theory or discussion? No.

How has BTS's music helped you during difficult times? There are songs that I heard at the right time, like just when I needed to be told certain words. My best example would be hearing Life Goes On when I had been going through a low point; I heard the chorus play for the first time and the tears uncontrollably came out all at once. What I'm saying is that I like that their lyrics are not necessarily cheery, but they provide a sense of comfort rooted in reality, and it's that kind of lyricism that I get inspiration from. They'll be the first to say that yes life is shit and that's supposed to happen and we're not gonna baby you about it, but you have it in you to make it better.

Have you ever participated in a BTS-related mental health initiative? I don't think I have.

Have you learned or improved a language because of BTS? I guess so! I already had working knowledge of Korean prior to me discovering BTS, but I have used their songs to train my reading skills. I'll sing along to songs reading the Hangul lyrics instead of the romanized ones to practice, and I can say it's helped me a ton.

How do you feel about BTS singing in different languages? I honestly don't have an opinion because I leave that shit up to them haha. They can work on whatever language they're happy working on.

What is your most prized BTS merchandise item? All of them are very valuable to me in their own ways.

Do you have a collection of BTS photocards? I have a collection, yeah, but I don't collect, per se. I used to but I grew out of it, and the only reason I have a collection at all is because all albums and DVDs come with them.

Have you ever met friends through your shared love of BTS? For sure, both in real life and at work. I don't like making friends online because social media is so toxic and people can drop you in a flash for no reason whatsoever.

How do you handle any negativity or criticism directed towards BTS? I largely ignore because most people who would direct negativity at them have no actual ammunition and only hate for the sake of hating, but I can definitely become protective if it gets too personal. I'm also not opposed to criticizing the boys myself if I sense that they're doing something questionable, although this has only happened once when I got pissed with Namjoon for posting a Chris Brown song lol.

How do you feel about BTS promoting diversity and self-acceptance? Is it supposed to make me feel any other way than good and proud? Hahaha of course I love seeing them use their platform for a greater good.

Have you been inspired by BTS's messages of self-love and self-acceptance? Very much so.

How do you feel during a BTS comeback teaser period? Excited in ways that words can never express. I can only imagine how insane the next comeback in 2025/26 would be.

What is your favorite BTS comeback era? I've only experienced a couple! But Butter was SO much fun because it just felt like a huge party hahaha. They had so many lives pre- and post-release and the fandom was just hitting one record after another...it was so so so so fun.

Which member's teaser images do you anticipate the most? That's not how it works here. I get excited for everyone's. :)

Have you ever tried producing music or covers inspired by BTS? Nope.

Do you have a favorite BTS producer or songwriter? Not really. I mean they already have their internal circle of producers that regularly work with them, and seeing any of those names on their credits is enough to make me giddy about releases.

How do you engage with BTS on social media platforms? On Twitter and Weverse, yeah. Occasionally I'd shoot a DM for funsies even though they have theirs closed.

Have you ever trended a BTS-related hashtag on Twitter? I don't really take part in the hashtag parties, so no.

Which BTS tweet or post has made you laugh the most? I think it was Namjoon who posted the tweet of a behind the scenes photo during the Butter music video shoot and Yoongi happened to be caught in the background yawning. Then Yoongi replied with something like "why didn't you blur me out" and it made me like for a couple of minutes straight lol

What is your favorite BTS member's solo work or side projects? I've loved all their works. Indigo is a personal favorite, but I've enjoyed everything each member has put out.

Have you watched BTS's individual vlogs or personal content? Of course. The support is in full force whether they're 1 or 7.

Have you ever participated in BTS-related charity drives? Not yet but I'm planning to join the ongoing Match A Billion initiative.

Have you attended any BTS fan events or fan meetings? I never joined them because I don't get my merch directly from Weverse Shop, so it's not like I'll ever be qualified for one.

Do you have a favorite BTS dance performance? Mic Drop and Dionysus are my favorites; and even though the choreo is quite soft for today's standards I do have a soft spot for Boy In Luv.

Have you ever learned a BTS dance routine? I mean I never learned the way a dancer would because I don't dance, but I have most of their choreo memorized simply by watching a hundred performances of each song hahaha.

How do you feel about BTS's affection and appreciation for their fans? The same way they do us – grateful with always a tinge of guilt.

Have you ever received a personal message or interaction from BTS on social media? LOL that's never going to happen and I prefer it stays that way.

How do you think BTS stays connected to their fans despite their global fame? They are consistent about many things, the connection to fans being the biggest. I feel like we'll be the first to call them out if anyone's head gets too big too, lmao.

How do you feel about BTS's collaborations with fashion brands? I mostly can't relate because they're mostly luxury brands that I can't afford, but I do get excited for the fans when a member starts to endorse something a little bit on the more affordable side, like CK and Fila. I'm not a big shopper myself so I haven't gotten anything from CK, though.

Do you own any BTS-endorsed fashion items or cosmetics? Not endorsements, but I have gotten clothing merch that is directly under their line.

What is your favorite BTS behind-the-scenes video or documentary moment? Well I will always hold a soft spot for the fight between Taehyung and Jin; I'm surprised it even made it at all to the final cut but at the same time I appreciate how they basically allowed everyone to see what it's really like behind the scenes and how they will inevitably butt heads sometimes.

Do you anticipate BTS's future film or drama projects? Of course. I know the newest OT7 one will be out on Disney+ by December and I think Jimin has his own docu coming out as well, so I'm excited for both.

What BTS achievement or milestone are you most proud of? The South Korean Order of Cultural Merit. I'm a big history/culture buff so that alone makes me prouder of whatever achievement they've achieved in the west.

Have you ever celebrated BTS's birthdays or anniversaries? Sure. I don't like, get a cake or whatever LOL, but I usually am in a celebratory mood every time there's a birthday.

Do you plan to support BTS's future endeavors? They will never be able to get rid of me. :)

[blu-joons]

When He Gets Jealous Because You Match With Another Member ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

“Where did you get that shirt from?” Jin frowned as he watched you walk down the stairs.

“I bought it the other day,” you responded, taking a seat beside him on the sofa, “from that shop that we went in, the one just by the airport at Jeju.”

His head shook, running a hand over his face, “you need to take that shirt off Y/N, there’s no way that you can wear that around the dorm,” he sighed, trying to get you back upstairs.”

“Why?” You asked though, bemused by why Jin was so keen for you to change, “is there something wrong with the shirt?”

He let go of a sigh, feeling that you were going to be stubborn about the matter. “It’s just that Namjoon is wearing his version of that shirt today too.”

“I didn’t realise that Joon brought one as well.”

“You’re matching Y/N.”

“What’s wrong with that?” You joked, picking up on the bitterness in Jin’s voice, “doesn’t that just prove that Namjoon and I share a keen eye for fashion and looking good.”

His head shook firmly in reply, “no, I’m the only one that you’re supposed to match with, now go and change before someone sees.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll change to keep you smiling.”

Yoongi:

“He knew what he was doing,” Yoongi groaned, allowing the door to slam behind the two of you.

“That’s ridiculous,” you replied, taking your jumper off, over your head, “how could Jimin have ever guessed what I would wear, it’s just coincidence.”

Yoongi’s eyes rolled as you tried to calm him down, “why can’t the two of us match, just once? Why did you have to match outfits with him? I’m never going to hear the end of this too.”

“Just relax,” you encouraged, pushing Yoongi down onto his bed, “I’m sure that Jimin wouldn’t do something like that.”

Yoongi’s hands ran over the front of his face, relieved to see that you had taken the hoodie off, “do you know how long he’s going to go on about this for?”

“You’ll just have to give him something else.”

“We could match?”

“We could,” you agreed, watching the corners of Yoongi’s smile turn up, “although I’m sure that we could come up with something better than that to stop him making you jealous.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened at your observation, “I’m not jealous, don’t start telling him that, then he really won’t leave me alone.”

“I won’t say, but you definitely are Yoongi.”

Hoseok:

“I know what you’re playing at,” Hobi muttered as he walked past Jungkook, staring him out.

“What have I done now?” Jungkook cluelessly asked, just as you walked out to the garden, watching them closely, “I’m not playing at anything Hobi.”

Hobi’s eyes widened, unaware that you were just behind him, “you’re wearing the same shoes as Y/N, you never wear these shoes, but now Y/N has hers on, you’re wearing yours too.”

“My other ones broke last night,” Jungkook defended, just as you came up alongside Hobi, taking his hand to distract him.

Jungkook quickly walked away as you pulled Hobi so that he was facing you. “I know that you’re jealous that we match, but don’t you think this is too much?”

“It’s not coincidence, I’ve got a feeling Y/N.”

“Of course, it is.”

“You really think so?” As your head nodded back at him, Hobi slowly started to calm himself down, “I just hate how you have to match with him instead of matching with me.”

A gentle chuckle came from you, “the two of us can always match if you want us too, and we could do it with something better than shoes.”

“Well, I’ve had my eye on some couple shirts.”

Namjoon:

“He’s wearing the same as you,” Namjoon whispered as he caught Taehyung in the corner of his eye.

“Who?” You questioned, spinning around to notice that Taehyung had the exact same shirt on as you, with even the colours managing to match perfectly.

You watched as Namjoon puffed his chest out, subtly shaking his head. “Maybe you should change,” he suggested back to you, “you’ll look stupid if you match with Tae of all people.”

“But I like this shirt,” you tried to defend, knowing by the look in Namjoon’s eyes exactly how he was feeling.

His eyes looked down at you, pleading with his smile. “Please, just don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing that you’re matching with him, it’ll be annoying.”

“Do you really want me to change this much?”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“Alright,” you smiled, reaching up to press a kiss to Namjoon’s cheek, “it’s hard to argue with you, especially when you always look so cute whenever you get jealous about something.”

His hand pulled you back just as you went to walk away, “I’m not jealous, I’m doing this for you, you don’t want to match with him.”

“Of course, you keep telling yourself that Joon.”

Jimin:

“What’s this?” You questioned as Jimin threw a packet into your lap, tearing it open to see.

“What do you think?” He asked as you opened up the packet, lifting up the shirt that he had bought you, only to see Jimin holding up the same one beside you.

Your eyebrows knitted together as you studied the wide smile that was on his face. “Why do I have a feeling that I know why you’ve done this?” You questioned, placing the shirt in your lap.

“We can match, it’s cute,” Jimin grinned, unaware of quite how obvious his jealousy had become through his actions.

Your head nodded, although you were still doubtful, “how long had you been planning this? Before or after I matched with Jin a few days ago?”

“That might have something to do with it.”

“You’re impossible Jimin.”

“I told you that you’re supposed to match with me, not him,” Jimin reminded you, “and these shirts are much cuter than the shirts that you and Jin were wearing the other day.”

Your hand nudged gently against his arm, “however much you want to protest, you have no reason to feel jealous Jimin.”

“There’s no way that I’m jealous, promise.”

Taehyung:

“Well, this is awkward,” you overheard Yoongi laugh as he joined the rest of the group at the table.

“Great minds think alike,” you laughed as you spun around to see Yoongi taking a seat wearing the exact same hoodie that you had picked out for dinner.”

Beside you, you felt Taehyung’s body stiffen. “Go upstairs and change,” Taehyung instructed, “there’s no way that I’m sitting here for dinner with you matching with you.”

“How do you know that I didn’t wear this first?” Yoongi frowned as he sat down anyway, “Y/N should change instead of me.”

Underneath the table, you rested your hand against Taehyung’s leg, “I’m being serious, have you done this on purpose just to wind me up or something?”

“I had no idea that we’d be matching together.”

“Then end it.”

“Taehyung,” you whispered, moving towards his ear, “just take a breath, it’s only a hoodie, and we’re only at home too, it’s hardly like anyone cares what we’re wearing.”

Reluctantly, he nodded, settling back against his chair, “this is a one-time thing, no one ever matches with Y/N ever again.”

“We’ll be more careful next time for you Tae.”

Jungkook:

“Why do you keep stealing my friends’ shirts Y/N?” Jungkook asked as he found you.

“This is mine,” you huffed as Jungkook threw himself down in the middle of the bed, “I know I’ve stolen some before, but I bought this myself.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed as he tried to remember what he had spotted earlier. “I swear I saw Hobi wearing that exact same shirt earlier, his was even pink too, because he looked funny.”

“And do I look funny too?” You joked as you laid down beside Jungkook, “does it really matter if we’re wearing the same shirt?”

Jungkook nodded as if the answer were obvious, “you’re not supposed to share with Hobi, you’re supposed to share with me, I’m your boyfriend.”

“I thought Hobi was going out today anyway.”

“It’s not the point.”

“If it really makes you jealous that I’m matching with Hobi, I’ll change my shirt,” you assured Jungkook, resting your hand to his stomach, “would that be better?”

His smile softened, agreeing with your offer, “for the record though, I’m definitely not jealous that you and Hobi are matching.”

“Jungkook, you’ve never been good at hiding.”

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