#octopus! hobie

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Sun and Moon

Sea Witch! Hobie x mermaid! reader

Inspired by 🪦 anon after a discussion on @the-kr8tor 's blog. Thank you!

Part(s): Prologue/Chapter one, ???

Word count: 2,232

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Bottles and vials clink together. It’s a sound you’ve come to love as you scribble in your notebook. Pearls coated in luminescent algae overhead so you can see your work. Held together by strings of silk or seaweed.

You sneak a glance at him. Watching as he mixes together a new concoction before quickly looking down and pretending to write when in all reality there’s an out of place squiggle on the page. You wait a few minutes before bringing your attention back to the man you love. A fishing net around his waist (a new addition) that holds together his black robe. Neck littered with random trinkets, shells, and pearls.

Sighing softly you rest your chin in your palm. The sketch of him long forgotten as you admire the real thing. This time you don’t shy away when he looks over his shoulder.

Hobie laughs softly, “caught you…” His eyes sparkling as he sets down his tools. Swimming over to your side he towers over you (quite easily I might add) as he reaches down. Gently, he rubs his thumb over your jaw. “What are you thinking about guppy? Me?”

Bubbles leave your lips as you laugh. Playfully pushing his hand away but it’s soon replaced by his own lips as he leans down. Peppering kisses to every inch of skin he can reach.

“Yes and-” You laugh louder as he changes to blowing raspberries against your neck. “-no! And if you don’t stop I won’t tell you anything!”

Hobie, of course, ignores this and wraps his tentacles around your waist. Bringing you closer until you’re effectively trapped. The only portion of you left uncovered are your fins. Flailing weakly against the water.

“I could just force it out of you my love,” he grins. The pearls in his hair shining under the dim light that managed to squeeze through a crack in the cave. You’ll never get tired of the way his eyes glow, even under the sunlight. Like gold rings of fire that you’ve seen on the mainland.

“You could,” you muse,“but are you going to?”

He stares.

You stare right back.

Then he clicks his tongue and loosens his grip but only enough to allow you to shift around to lay against him. The telltale sign being his hand placed over your naval.

You follow his motions without protest and eventually you both settle into the comfort of your bed full of kelp and sea sponge. His chin resting atop your head as he wraps his arms around your waist. Immediately tracing the outline of gold in your scales ever so gently.

“Alright, on with it. What did I do this time?”

Hobie relishes in your laugh. If he could, he would bottle up the sound and keep it tucked away for the days you’re away. He wishes he could finally convince you to stay but he wouldn’t think of ever getting in the way of your dream. For now, the daily visits would suffice.

“I was just thinking…about the day we met.”

“The day we met?” He repeats. Chuckling as he moves to bury his nose into the crook of your neck. “What about it lovie? Are you missing the days where my hair was longer?”

Your eyes glaze over the scar on your tail. The scales surrounding it are a bit discolored but iridescent nonetheless.

You reach for his hands wanting to seek the same feeling you felt all those months ago. Tending to you. Even the rings on his fingers are the same except for one on his left hand. The peridot matching the one around your neck. He glady intertwines your fingers.

“You did look quite rugged,” you tease.

His chest rumbles beneath your back. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

You inhale sharply.“Anyway-”

“No, no, we’re coming back to that.”

You shush him while petting one of his tentacles and he practically melts into jelly. Accepting defeat he moves another tentacle to caress your fin. You chuckle at the gesture. He might as well be a sea urchin.

“I was just wondering, what would have happened if you hadn’t found me.”

He pauses, taking his hand and lifting your chin so he can look into your eyes. “Why are you thinking about that?” You can practically feel him frowning. “Are you-”

“No,” you answer quickly. Smiling softly to reassure him. “I’m not. I feel safe with you.”

Hobie scans your face for any sign of a lie. Knowing how stubborn you can be when admitting to having nightmares again.

“I mean it love,” you laugh. Shaking your head as you poked his nose. “Don’t look so distressed. I’m referring to how much you’ve changed my life.”

He quirks a brow and you can’t help but laugh harder. Seems you have some convincing to do.

It’s not easy recalling some memories from the past but you can’t have light, without the darkness. Much like Hobie can’t be without his sun and you, can’t be without your moon.

Chapter one - Lost

Scavengers were the absolute bane of your existence. For weeks, weeks, you’ve been sourcing red seaweed. Rare red seaweed. Because greed and pollution seem to infect every corner of the sea now. It’s specifically ordered to be used as parchment for royal records and as the kingdom’s archivist it’s your duty to provide. You would lose your job in an instant if someone, anyone, found you unfit to continue guarding documents that are as old as the man who calls himself your superior.

You can’t lose the one chance you have to advance into a position you actually enjoy. So if it takes you another decade of stocking scrolls and collecting algae, so be it! But you can’t do that if you don’t figure out some way to get the remaining seaweed.

There isn’t much you can do except probe the regular patrons of the library for any leads. They seem to pity you with how their eyes follow you as you sift through maps that you already know like the back of your hand. You’re hoping a new path will magically appear on the page when you blink.

It’s hours before you finally stop and rest. You don’t think you’ve swam this much in months.

“A witch?” A voice whispers.

You sit up straighter on the bed of sponge you’re sitting on. Leaning over to see past the spiral staircase of stone. There’s a woman— scratch that—two women along with a small girl. The young mermaid sucking on her thumb as her eyes traced over the coral chandelier.

Witches weren’t…unheard of but it’s not like you believed in such stories. They were just tactics used to scare children into eating their clams and keeping them away from deeper water.

The stories claim witches have golden irises that can turn you into seafoam with just one glance. A voice so enchanting that they use it to lure sailors just as much as they would merfolk. The only positive thing you’ve heard over the years is their ability to heal but even that came at a price.

You sit back into your original position. Making bubble rings and watching them make their way to the surface.

The women are talking in hushed tones that you deem unnecessary with how vacant the library is. You close your eyes as you continue to listen in. Gossip is normally beneath you but you need a laugh after how long a day you had. Honestly, you’re only taking bits and pieces of information until you hear one word, apothecary. And it’s like it all clicks into place.

“An apothecary!” You laugh before promptly slapping your hand over your mouth.

How could you be so stupid? An apothecary! There were several of them strewn about. Most abandoned as the men and women who practiced lived inside the kingdom now. In the past however, they always grew their own stock to avoid having to pay merchants or hire a forager. If you can find just one, that should be enough to satisfy the king’s order. What’s even better is it’s entirely possible you’ll be able to regrow what was stolen. It’s the best solution you could have asked for.

By some miracle your ‘aha’ moment isn’t heard. Neither is the flick of your fins as you sneak past the trio. You really don’t want to try to justify your eavesdropping and you’re sure they don’t want to discuss the existence of something only known to be in folklore with a very skeptical scholar.

The water rushing by your ears blocks out the rest of their conversation. Only the statues bear witness about the abandoned apothecary the witch inhabits.

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That night you gather a sickle, a ration pack, and a bag with plenty of room to stuff bundles of seaweed into. A map tucked into the outside pocket.

There were six apothecaries in total, all surrounding the castle at varying distances. There’s a chance the ones closest have already been raided so you decide to venture further out towards the ones in the south. You’re both excited and terrified to be venturing out on your own but maybe this will prove you are capable.

When the sun rises, you’re already out the door. Compass in hand as you swim around the castle gates.

You are in complete awe at everything you see. Tall stalks of coral the size of ships and fish so bright you have to stop and admire them. You try not to get too distracted but with the number of things you see you lose your way. Heading East, toward the dark sea.

After what feels like hours you arrive at the mouth of a cavern. So large it almost seems to come to life as the shadow cast from the sun moves low. Fish swimming in and out like it was sucking and spitting them out.

Flipping open the map you stare at pathways. Tilting your head to try to make sense of the markings. There is an obvious seal at the edge of the cave but the image is practically scratched off so you can’t identify it. Your compass, as it turns out, is left unusable as it spins in every direction. Obviously, this isn’t good news but did you really risk all of this just to return home empty handed?

You swallow thickly as you stare down into the cave. It can’t be…too far. Can it?

Circling the entrance you gnaw on your thumb. Turning away to face the already rising moon. You weren’t expecting to stay out all day but you have enough supplies to tide you over for the night. You’re not completely inexperienced.

A deep rumble echoes through the water and you pause. Eyes darting to the cave again and darkness stares right back but it dawns on you as you feel the current shift that it wasn’t coming from inside.

This was wrong. You shouldn’t be here.

The fish dart away to any available crevice along with the vibrant anemone that sink back into themselves. Another hum reaches your ears but you can’t bring yourself to look behind you.

Shaking you count to ten then twenty before a shadow is cast overhead. The sea is silent. Nothing moves, nothing breathes except…

A leviathan.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

You choke back a sob. It reeks of death. Jaws stained with blood, fresh blood as it dissipates into the sea.

Stories filter through your mind at a mile a minute. You were told about great adventurers. Of their bravery and cunning against giants like the leviathan but you feel neither brave or prepared.

For the first time you hear your heartbeat. You weren’t even aware that, that was possible. Maybe it was a form of mercy, feeling your lifeforce before it was stripped from you.

It’s waiting. You can see it. Its eyes have never left yours. Its pupils so dark it reminds you of the sky. Above the surface of what you call home.

You make the mistake of looking away and everything happens in an instant.

You scream and it bellows as it strikes. Hot rushes of pain erupt with every flick of its head as it tries to swallow you whole. Jagged rocks digging into your skin as your hands bleed from smashing against its teeth. Your fear only doubles as it takes you deeper into the cave you were so hesitant to even look at. You can’t see, just feel and hear the monster that’s in front of you.

You wish you hadn’t tried to fight back. You wish you were home. You wish it had killed you quicker.

You’re so disoriented that the flashes of light that spark into your vision you mistake for the sun. The heat of each bang doing nothing to aid the tears in your body.

The leviathan roars and with each smash of glass it shrinks back until eventually it flees. Thick tail hitting the walls of stone and breaking just the surface.

You hear sounds above the calamity, words that you can’t make out because you think it’s finally over. You can rest now.

Gentle hands run over your body as you lose consciousness. Holding onto you like you were as precious as a pearl. Rings of gold are the last thing you see.

[why-i-love-comics]

Spider-Punk: Arms Race #2 (2024)

written by Cody Ziglar art by Justin Mason & Morry Hollowell

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Preview for Spider-Punk: Arms Race #3 by Cody Ziglar, Justin Mason, Morry Hollowell, Rico Renzi, and Travis Lanham, in stores today!

[heckcareoxytwit]

A preview of Spider-Punk: Arms Race #4

SPIDER-PUNK: ARMS RACE #4

ARMED AND DANGEROUS! The climactic battle between the SPIDER-BAND and DOC OCK takes off! Witness the most CINEMATIC battle this year! Here’s hoping Earth-138 has a DAMAGE CONTROL!

LEGACY #9

Written by: Cody Ziglar Art by: Justin Mason Cover by: Takashi Okazaki Page Count: 32 Pages Release Date: May 29, 2024

[fiepige]

Seabeast Hobie Moodboard

GIF Credits: @sushi-stims, @pridesquishy, @helium-stims,@gloomystims, @zoeinflowers, @fluffygif, @glasseyeartspy and @gaasublarb

[enlightenedrobot]

Genuinely curious..

[elmo-has-a-trex-anda-gofish-card]

ok, spoilers of spiderman across de spider-verse ahead.

btw, english is not my first language, beware of the spelling or smth :v

my friend ( @casualghostgooppsychic ) and i have been theorising and we have been identifying and connecting things in this film.

we know that the spider that bite miles 1610 was suposed to bite miles from earth 42 (as we see in this image)

brought by the spot/the werid corporation thingy from kingpin. and we know that, by doing this, miles 1610 exchanged destiny with miles 42 whom was suposed to be spiderman and instead turned out to be the prowler. I've read a post (from @ghost-in-the-corner) where shesaid we can see in this image where miles 1610 destiny was set when he met peter 1610 or he exchanged (kind of) the role with that peter

Also, we can see that in the explanation given by the spot, that they got the spider to travel dimensions via that portal thingy and that they probaby got more bc we can see in this image

that he's got in this kind of office (still don't know if its his or not) a lot of spiders that hes got on boxes, some with some without spiders. We could reckon that they got more than one radioactive spider [we counted 14 boxes and 5 spiders visible and a shadow more or less :)] out of their "canon" universe, preventing possible people from becoming spider-people and we can also suspect that he could have released more than one spider into other dimensions making more that one spider-people each or in dimensions where spider-people arn't supposed to exist (like we've seen with the avengers in no way home, where Maguire and Garfield spidermans don't have any avengers in their dimensions/universes)

Furthermore, in an interview with Hailee Steinfeld (voice of Gwen) she said that we could find a trans flag with "protect trans kids" in Gwen's room and a BLM pin in Miles bag.

We also suspect that with the trans flag they may have implied something about Gwen gender or Peters (from Gwens universe bc of their friendship),. But then, in the scene at the end where she talks with her father and her hair changes colours, they made the bigender flag (idk if it's the official or the old one, but that's what google showed me when i searched for the color scheme)

And, i mean, i can perfectly say that i can see miles 1610 say "don't watch the mouth, watch the hands" before scaping miles and aaron 42.

[bearfoottruck]

Oh, I forgot to mention that on Sunday night, I FINALLY watched Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, and it was probably the WILDEST Spider-Man movie I've ever watched! The plot was very interesting, the animation style was eye-catching, and I liked the characters, especially Peni Parker and Fem!Doc Ock. Actually, Peni Parker really stole the show.

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Full list below

Doctor Octopus (Otto Octavius)

Sandman (Flint Marco)

Lizard (Curt Conners)

Green Goblin (Norman Osborn)

Kraven (Sergei Kravinoff I)

Boomerang (Fred Meyers)

Beetle (Abner Jenkins)

Molten Man (Mark Raxton)

Prowler (Hobie Brown)

Gibbon (Martin Blank)

Punisher (Frank Castle)

Rocket Racer (Robert Farell)

Black Cat (Felicia Hardy)

Puma (Thomas Fireheart)

Silver Sable (Silver Sablinova)

Venom (Eddie Brock)

Solo (James Bourne)

Cardiac (Elias Wirtham)

Kaine (Kaine Parker)

Screwball (???)

Morbius (Michael Morbius)

Add more if you know them

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Spider-Punk (2024) #1 cover art by Takashi Okazaki, with writer, Cody Ziglar, and series artist, Justin Mason

This new volume will be a four-issue miniseries that explores what happens when Hobie goes up against the combined might of Justin Hammer and Doctor Octopus. Here's Marvel's official description for the series: In a world without NORMAN OSBORN, SPIDER-PUNK REIGNS! This ain't no victory lap though – as HOBIE BROWN and team try to rebuild society, JUSTIN HAMMER & DOCTOR OTTO OCTAVIUS have other plans... like introducing the world to the SPIDER-SLAYING SENTINELS! Cody Ziglar (MILES MORALES: SPIDER-MAN) & Justin Mason (SPIDER-MAN 2099: DARK GENESIS) reunite to bring the Brooklyn boy back with the whole crew you know and love! Grab your boots, your instruments, your amps and LET'S GO!

[hobiebrownismygod]

A short cuddling with Hobie headcanon?? <3

This was so fun to write!! Thx for requesting <3

Cuddling with Hobie was always your favorite part of the day

Morning cuddles, although welcomed, always end up with you being late for work or chores

It’ll start normally, with you waking up in his arms, your face pressed into his chest

But the moment you try to move away, his arms will wrap around you like an octopus

He’ll hold you so tight that you can barely breathe while he pulls you back in

When you try a second time, silently hoping he’ll let you go, you end up with him on top of you, suffocating you with his weight

he’ll snore quietly, only half awake while he nuzzles your face in your neck

You’re forced to wait until he wakes up (after 12 pm) before you can get out

Or…you could fight your way out

which you were forced to do on days you had work or someplace to be

but that almost never worked

because he’d simply give you a pitiful, puppy-eyed look and you’d feel so guilty that you’d give him another ten minutes to hold you before you left (it ends up being longer than ten minutes)

Nighttime cuddles were definitely a step-up

at the end of the day, when it’d gotten dark and the two of you were tired

he’d pull you back into his arms and sigh quietly, stroking your hair while he asked you to tell him about your day

And you’d talk and talk while he smiled and laughed, listening so intently when you looked up at him you couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world

The two of you would smile at each other for a silent moment, an exchange of unspoken words flowing between, before he’d nuzzle your face with his nose and ask you to “keep talkin’”

eventually, he’d end up falling asleep first like he always did, and you’d kiss him a few times on his face before snuggling up next to him

it always took you a little longer to fall asleep, but it’d end up being worth it

because it allowed for you to watch his expression for a while, kissing his face gently and smiling whenever his eyebrows raised up or his nose scrunched in response

sometimes you’d accidentally wake him, but he didn’t mind

he simply smile at you and pull you a little closer, burying his face in your hair and humming under his breath

eventually you would fall asleep, happy, and content with the fact that the cycle would continue the next day

and you’d get to wake up next to him again <3

this ended up not being that short, sorry, but I hope you enjoyed it!!

Taglist: @therealloopylupin2099 @spiderrinn @l0starl @daydreaming-en-pointe @itsparis-07 @vileviale @puff-hugs @d0ubl-tr0ubl3 @lauryn2558 @sunasslut69 @ask-1610-miles @axels-garden @s6onder

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Chapter 27

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: slight implications of unhealthy eating habits

Words: 3352

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Holding you close to his chest, Namjoon let his lips brush up against your neck, only a small bit away from your scent gland. You let him take care of you, the alpha gentle with you in his arms.

It didn't take much longer before a knock sounded, making most of you look up. With the packalpha's arms holding you even closer, gently moving your face into the crook of his neck.

Inside came a soft call from a woman's voice about having some of the ordered meals already delivered. Yoongi, who sat closest to the doors, went over, murmuring thanks, before he took the two paper bags of delivery.

It wasn't everything by no means, but a part of their meal had arrived, so he placed it on the coffee table. Taehyung and Jungkook were the quickest to look over what was inside.

Taking one bag each, they both started pulling out the things inside, with a box of four corndogs first to be opened. They looked quite appetizing, with a bit of ketchup and sugar sprinkled on each one.

„Oh wah...” Jin mumbled, taking one right away before the youngest even got around to it. „Hyung! Bunbun gets the first one! Sweetie, choose which one looks the best, baby."

Jungkook whined softly, frowning at the eldest. Chuckling nervously, the alpha placed the corn dog back in the packaging, letting the young alpha show you the small paper box.

„It's ok-okay, thank you, Oppa." You said softly, your hands tightening onto Namjoon's, the packalpha returned the gesture right away.

Letting your head rest up against his collarbone again, Jungkook sighed softly, placing the package down, his hands wrapping gently around your cheeks.

Turning your face towards him, the alpha's face was filled with concern. He didn't feel right having you not eat while they did. The youngest understood that it most likely wasn't just you not being truly hungry either.

You had been eating so well the whole time, and he was worried about what triggered this. Have you been just feeling too anxious in the building? There were many people you didn't know around, was that it?

Kissing your forehead gently, he smiled softly at you. „It's okay, my little bunny. Don't worry, baby, okay? He whispered softly, letting his fingers gently caress your cheeks.

„How about onigiri kitty? Look what alpha ordered for you, sweet kitten." Handing you a plastic package already opened for you, the second eldest smiled softly at you, his eyes gentle on your form.

Reaching out for the small box, he placed it in your palms—the nicely stacked up rice triangles with neat rows of sushi - there was cooked shrimp, squid and octopus, salmon rue, a shrimp roll, and avocado, eel, and crab hosomaki too.

When they noticed the way your home cuisine sparked a bit of interest in you, Hobi was quick to reach for a pair of chopsticks laying around, breaking them apart for you before he handed them to you.

„Here, sunshine, have a taste, bub.” He smiled softly at you, ruffling up your hair before he quickly tamed it back down, chuckling gently.

Hovering over the takeout for a second, you chose to eat a few of the sushi rolls first, chewing on the crab one first; the colour was intriguing.

Breathing out softly, Namjoon let his lips linger on top of your head for a few good seconds, gently running his hands up and down your arms.

„Thank you, pup.” He whispered softly, watching you fondly while you ate a little bit from the takeout. The packmembers felt their hearts calm down a little bit, and they themselves dug in—another two bags arriving in the mean time.

„Here, princess, take a bite for alpha... It's really tasty, isn't it? You like it, baby? Have some more, my precious little thing."

Jimin gently urged you on, placing the box full of chicken marinated in some sauce and udon noodles hidden underneath, sprinkled with sesame seeds on top of your lap.

He didn't give you the chopstics, picking up a small bite-sized piece himself before he gently moved it to you with a hand underneath, making sure you wouldn't get dirty.

Smiling widely at you and chewing with a satisfied face, the alpha was quick to feed you a bunch of the udon noodles, but when you gently placed the box back in his hands, he only smiled gently.

„Peaches, sweetie, taste this; it's really nice, hm? It's soft and chewy; you'll like it, alpha promises.” Letting you bite into the large, filed-up dumpling, you nodded a little, satisfied with the taste.

You couldn't really tell what the filling was, but there was definitely a bit of beef. It was tasty, but after you chewed everything up, you didn't feel like eating much more.

Sipping on the pink drink you received not long ago, you all enjoyed the lunch together, everyone munching on something.

Declining the offered bites of pizza, noodles, and cucumber salad, you rested back up against Namjoon, the packalpha pulling you to himself gently.

With your stomach feeling full, you felt cosy enough to let your eyes flutter shut. Noticing your tired and sleepy eyes, he left his scent cloud over with calming pheromones, one of the attributes brought in by being an alpha.

His pack members noticed the difference in his scent immediately, looking over as if they thought something was wrong. Seeing you just cuddling up to the man as he helped you rest fully, had them calm down, the alphas soon following suit.

And so, the room changed it's whole aroma into a soft, calm, sleepy-like den. Namjoon finished up the bite of his pizza before he rested back himself, gently caressing your temples and hair.

It didn't take too long for you to fall asleep, having them notice the way your breathing slowed down and turned more soft, your scent going down in intensity.

Placing the plastic cup you still held back on the coffee table, Jungkook smiled gently at you, his eyes lingering on your form for a moment.

„Hyung,... I want Y/N as our 'mega." The youngest whispered, looking up at the packalpha. Namjoon smiled widely, chuckling at the sudden confession.

To be truthful, it was quite unnatural for the young alpha to get attached so quickly; since he was the youngest, he got cared for for a long time, even though he discovered his second gender pretty much just as they debuted and formed a pack.

Jungkook struggled sometimes with it, agitated that his packmates would feel the need to take care of him—he didn't need it after all; he was an alpha and therefore could take care of himself well enough.

But still, with the packmembers often pampering him a little bit, have it be teasing or not, he grew used to it for a few years, his naturally dominant side hiding for a while.

The youngest struggled getting to know different girls and getting attached to them; no matter how many omegas their company offered them, none of them felt right, whether they were older or younger than him, girls or not—it just didn't work.

He would sometimes think that it didn't matter if it felt right or not; since he technically couldn't know how it would feel when the puzzle pieces fell together, how could he know this wasn't how it would go?

Still, over the years, Jungkook always felt weird, taking care of omegas or even betas, even though it should have fulfilled any of his urges.

Now that he was maturing, he felt his second gender side growing more calm and collected, not as overpowering as once before, even though he was still quite far from being fully ready for bigger steps in his life.

And when he saw you, when he noticed your scent, the alpha realised that none of what was before mattered anymore—you were there now, and he knew this was right.

Mating and marking you would be a step in the future, that was certain, but every good pack would keep the courting process long and slow; it was important to not overwhelm the omegas.

Oftentimes not the most caring alphas would mate the first heat that would strike, and after that, their ruts would alight with their omegas if it hadn't happened earlier due to the long scent exposure.

The courting was important for many reasons, as once mated and marked, the omegas would truly be a part of the pack, and getting rid off the attachment wasn't too easy.

Getting to know each other was, of course, one of the more social aspects of courting, but the process consisted of getting used to the sudden adjustments more importantly.

They might have a completely different diet, they might struggle with health issues, mental or physical, or the alpha might have a too demanding job and would then struggle to take care of the omega in much need.

While supporting a family financially, for a good, understanding alpha, the support would come through actions more.

They have to show the omega they can take care of them, whether it be by cooking, buying them new things, cuddling and hugs, or scenting—everything was at play.

And after many tiring and stressful years, Jungkook finally had the sweet opportunity to express that he was, in fact, a good alpha. He could care for you and support any of your needs and wishes; he was able to provide.

Now that it didn't feel forced to do and came to him so naturally, he knew you would be the one for him, the most important and sweetest.

„I know Kook-ah; I want her as our 'mega too.” Namjoon answered truthfully, smiling softly at the younger alpha before he turned his eyes back to you.

„We should get the den started... It could be a sweet surprise; get it done without kitty knowing." Yoongi whispered gently, resting his back himself while he closed his eyes, his head thrown back in thought.

„I looked at more bed frames that are online; we can choose one together later. We could start decorating the room in the meantime." Hobi answered, opening one of the windows on his phone.

There was a luxury furniture website opened, with a tab called 'DEN ESSENTIALS' showing. The alpha has already filtered the search.

Apart from the regular colour and material options to choose from, there was also a way to narrow down the search for the right bed set by the number of packmembers.

After all, they would want to go back to the den just for you, but if the bed wouldn't fit everyone quite right, it wouldn't be comfortable enough to yearn for it.

The room was large enough, and the alphas have been planning on stretching out the bed from pretty much wall to wall. They might add bedside tables, though.

They didn't truly discuss the design of the room yet, but even if they didn't, they all knew your wants and needs were the most important.

While Yoongi probably wouldn't be the happiest in a room full of Hello Kitties and Cinnamonrolls, as he would sleep on a My Melody pillow, if you wanted to have a den bright and pastel themed, he would never complain.

After all, as long as you would build a nest for them, which, considering how much more and more sleepy and cuddly you were getting with them over the days, shouldn't take too long, they would gladly rest at any place of the planet.

It was an old saying that any alpha will sleep anywhere under the sun, as long as they have their omega with them, and there was for sure a bit of truth in it.

„I asked pup about what type of bedframe she liked the best the last time we went to the store; she prefers the wooden forms.”

„Yeah, those are much more classy; they are more traditional too.”The eldest alpha answered, nodding gently.

He remembered one of his classmates from when he went to school. The student was considered fairly cool and popular, for he had already established himself a pack back then, even though he was still very young and, quite frankly, immature.

The frat boy had two omegas with him, and Jin always felt slightly bad for them, noticing the way his classmate would oftentimes treat them. The disrespect was unimaginable.

But still, since their scents aligned so well, the four mates pack, consisting of one more beta, had formed while they were all still fairly young, the beta being the oldest, 20.

And after the information went around the school, considering the students were still around 18 years old at the oldest, it was a thing that made the boy quite literally famous.

Jin never spoke to him too much; his scent fell sour on his nose, and since they were both alphas and Seokjin was very pretty, putting him in an equally popular spot, the classmate never really approached him, the two alphas choosing to never interact.

He did hear him talk to a few of the 'friends' he gathered around himself, laughing loudly about how they broke the bedframe last night since it was only metal and didn't hold up during his oh so strong rut.

Jin felt slightly sick to his stomach, worried about the two, probably frightened omegas, but even when he tried to erase the image of that alpha in rut from his mind, he never truly managed, a nasty memory.

„Should we paint the room too? It's just white now.” Taehyung asked, thinking about the interior. He was a great fashionista, but room decor wasn't really where he felt his strongest.

„Maybe dark grey? I think it would be best if we kept the place dark and cosy; it should help princess sleep better, especially if she will be napping." The alpha said softly, thinking himself.

„Yea, I agree. I think our best bet is to make it easy to sleep in. It's a den after all; we can worry about details later. As long as little pup likes it, it's all good.” The packalpha murmured, patting your head gently.

The packmates rested back for a few more minutes, until Jin got a call. Since his phone was on silent mode, the ringtone didn't sound, and so, you were kept in your sweet dreamland, while the eldest got told about Sejin already waiting in the meeting room.

He ended the call soon, sighing out, while he started to pack up the empty food boxes—they seriously ate like hyenas sometimes.

While helping around, the rest of the alphas sorted through everything quickly, going from the room to the hall to sort everything in the right bin, making sure to recycle.

„Baby? Sweetheart, my little pup, wake up now. Alphas have to go see Sejin-Hyung. Come on now, sweet baby." Gently coaxing you from sleep, you fluttered your eyes open, Namjoon's dimples showing.

Going to rub your eye, Jimin interweaved your fingers with his instead, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles in a sweet gesture.

Yawning softly, you were still tired, but let yourself be pulled up again. The packalpha slowly placed you on the ground, making sure you weren't so tired you wouldn't stay steady.

Smiling widely at your sleepy state, Jimin ran his fingers through your hair, letting Yoongi come by and take your other palm in his. The older alpha tutted at how messy your hair was, combing it down so it sat neat and pretty.

„There, kitty, hold alpha's hand now, okay? Let's go, little kitten." Gently pecking your temple, Yoongi pulled you behind himself, Jimin walking next to you.

With the other pack members all coming with you, the pack soon piled back to the meeting room they went to this morning. This time, there were much fewer people involved—only the same man and other one.

Smiling gently at you all, Yoongi softly pulled you along, letting you sit down before he and Jimin both took a seat on each side of you.

The room had a strong light on, and with how sleepy and tired you still felt, you just wanted to go back to the soft, warm place Namjoon had tucked you away to, and go rest some more.

„I prepared the documents for you guys. Read them through and sign them.” Sejin said smoothly, handing Hoseok, the one sitting at the corner, a stack of stapled papers.

Each taking one and passing the tower of files along, all of the alphas started reading through it, though Namjoon looked up at his manager first.

„Hyung, would it be possible to take Y/N with us to The Soop?” Sejin looked over, his expression unreadable, for a few seconds.

Resting fully in his chair, the manager sighed out in thought, thinking about everything.

„I mean... As long as everyone is okay with Y/N being on camera, I suppose it would be okay. There should be enough room for everyone still.” No one spoke right away, the packmembers turning to you.

You looked up to Yoongi, the alpha's hand taking in yours, not worried about the situation they were in. You nodded a little bit; it couldn't be that bad, right?

„It's ok-okay, if you stay with me, oppas." You whispered softly, Jimin smiling widely, happy to hear your gentle confession. His heart did a little flip, the alpha realising that you found comfort in him.

„Well, in such a case, you would have to reveal that you have started the courting process before we air the series.” The other manager, whom the packmates obviously knew well but had never introduced, said softly, eyes lingering on your timid form for a little bit.

The man realised that bringing you to the industry quite suddenly could be a bit of an issue, but considering how well the packmembers were to you, he also realised that you were doing exceptionally well.

„It will be aired at the end of June, and we are leaving to record by the start of May, so before then. Sejin said, sighing gently. He could imagine you being mated to them by then, but nothing could be certain.

And if you were revealed as only courted at the moment, some bad stuff could go down, and he didn't want that to happen to any of you.

„That's o-okay...” You said it softly, squeezing both of the alphas hands gently. The pack members smiled at your answer, proud that you would take a step forward like that.

„Alright. I will get the file ready for you too, then, okay? You can sign it later, don't worry.” You nodded happily, realising that you wouldn't be there to truly shoot a show yourself, instead tagging along as a companion.

Namjoon knew that Sejin wouldn't let much of the cameras linger on you, and your face might be censored the whole time too, but that didn't matter.

The fans they had would understand and want what makes them happy to happen, and since it was you, the true ARMYs would be more than happy for them.

Deciding to go into it with such a mindset calmed the packalpha down. Sure, he felt a slight worry at the thought of your reaction to receiving a negative response to being courted by them.

It wouldn't be because of who you truly were if that happened, though; it would be something that would happen because you were courted by them, not anyone else.

The alpha felt a pang of guild strike him straight through his heart, but considering how excited you were about the whole In The Soop series, he couldn't linger on it for too long.

You were a sweet little thing, and they would keep you protected, making sure you wouldn't feel bad for any of the unreasonable hate you could possibly receive.

The alphas were ready to tuck you away from the world into their arms and wouldn't let any harm come your way.

Smiling softly, the packalpha opened the file, starting to read through it.

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Next:

[voidpants]

so @dpshemma made this post and i, uh, had some emotions about it

Peter gingerly crawls through his office window half an hour or so before dawn, trying not to jostle the ribs he hopes are just bruised, or pull at the (thankfully) shallow knife wound across his flank.

Of course, he fails at both, because apparently it's just that kind of morning, and he ends up sitting on the floor just below the window sill, trying to remember all the reasons sleeping on the floor in clothes that currently are more rainwater than fabric would be a bad idea.

He wants to sigh, but he's not even allowed to pity himself properly, ribs twinging in warning at even the shallowest of breaths, and he's forced to admit that the broken ribs theory seems increasingly plausible.

After an eternity (or five minutes, he's not sure), he carefully rises to his feet and staggers into the apartment, trying to shimmy out of his clothes with the least amount of movement.

The coat has just landed on the floor with an unpleasant wet slapping noise when Peter notices that there's something on his desk that definitely wasn't there when he left a day and a half ago.

Perched in an apothecary bottle sits a single flower, so bright with crackling, unnatural color that it almost seems to glow in the heavy gloom of the office.

He limps over, reaching out with the arm not cradling his ribs, and delicately lifts the flower out of the bottle.

The rose is not from some botanist's greenhouse; too small and crooked, with so many wicked little thorns that if he wasn't wearing gloves, his blood would be coating the stem. No, this is a wild and hardy thing, the kind you pick, not buy.

He lifts the flower to his face, close enough that he has to close his eyes against the shifting riot of reds and pinks, and breathes in deep.

It smells very little like a rose; the floral fragrance overshadowed by other scents. It smells of London smog, tobacco stained fingers, sweet oil, and wool blanket.

Peter smiles, returning the flower to the bottle and bringing it with him to the bedroom.

There is a lamp glowing softly on the bedside table, and a lanky, beloved body sprawled on the bed.

Hobie is breathing softly, arms wrapped around Peter's pillow, a book of poetry fallen open on the blankets under one hand.

Carefully, Peter sets the flower next to the lamp, puts away Hobie's book, and sits down at the side of the bed.

At the dip of the mattress, Hobie shifts in his sleep, moving closer, and when Peter strokes his knuckles along his cheek, he turns his face into the touch, chasing it.

Peter's mask and hat hit the floor, and mindful of the ribs, he leans down to press a kiss against Hobie's temple.

"Luv?" Hobie murmurs, voice raspy with sleep, eyes blinking open to look at him. "You look like shite."

"Thanks," Peter says with a fond chuckle. "Mind moving over a bit?"

Peter strips out of his sweater and shirt, while Hobie shuffles over and holds the blankets up for when Peter finally swings his legs, pants and boots and all, onto the bed.

"You're bloody cold," Hobie complains, even as he wraps his sleep warm limbs around Peter like an octopus and buries his face in the crook of his neck. "This what happens when you're unrealistically tall. Absolutely shite circulation."

Peter chuckles, wrapping one arm around Hobie's shoulders.

"Good thing I have you around, then."

"Luckiest bloke on earth," he agrees.

Peter reaches out to turn the lamp off, and in the sudden dark, the rose smoulders with strange, vivid color.

"Yeah," Peter murmurs, Hobie's sleeping breath hot against his skin. "Yeah, I think I might be."

[milimeters-morales]

Peter B: there’s a new aquarium exhibit in the HQ and you can pet the octopus they have there it’s very friendly

Hobie: nobody’s gonna fall for that shit mate

Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr all covered in ink, water, and suction scars: yeah only a dumbass would fall for that

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hii! Could you write Hobie with reader (preferably f!reader but any gender is fine) who’s a spiderperson but they have little to no spider sense and when any danger is coming Hobie would protect them🤌

Hope you have a great day!

𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠

People liked to joke about how Hobie was your personal guard dog. No villain or criminal could get anywhere near you before Hobie was launching himself at them.

Of course you could stick up for yourself, but it’s when you didn’t notice them is when he started to attack them.

You didn’t have a spider sense, like Miguel, and unlike the rest of the spiders. No one knew why, but you just didn’t.

So when something did happen, he blamed himself. He was fighting off another anomaly, since there was two. And he didn’t notice the one behind you, he was focused on the vulture in front of him.

The doctor octopus you were fighting suddenly came behind you. He had realized that you weren’t as aware as the other spiders he had fought before, and that you sometimes could be lost, but you were still good.

So he used that to his advantage, and like the smart doctor he was, came up behind you, and used one of arms. He put the arm around you, squeezing you and holding you high up off the floor.

Hobie looked over, and his eyes widened. He ignored the vulture, and just ran up the building he was climbing.

Hobie hit him with a web in the back.

“Put ‘er down!” He shouted, angry.

“Aww.. looks like your little boyfriend came to your rescue.” He said in a condescending voice. He stopped and instead of continuing up the building, he put his arm that was around you on your throat now, and grabbed Hobie. You thrashed around the metal, and Hobie tried to reach out for you.

“I don’t know who you both are, but unless you tell me where the others are, I’m gonna make you watch as she struggles to breathe.”

The vulture watched from above, waiting for his prey.

Your eyes started to close. Hobie broke free of the grip the doctor had on him and put a web in his face, he yelled and tried to get it off, and while distracted you fell down. Hobie quickly raced to get you, you fell and he narrowed his eyes as he dived down.

He quickly grabbed you, right before you hit the ground. Doctor octopus laughed as you slowly opened your eyes.

“Hobes?” You muttered.

It was the smallest voice, but it brought him so much relief.

“Yeah…its me.” He said, and softly put you down on the ground. You got on your legs and held onto him tightly as you did so, knees shaking slightly.

The vulture swooped down, and grabbed Hobie this time. You quickly sprung back into action, and put a string of web on him, so you were flying in the air after him.

Then, you hit the ground and planted your feet into the concrete. You groaned and pulled the web, your strength regaining at the thought of Hobie in danger.

The vulture started to fall back, and he was finally pulled down, Hobie falling onto the street and getting up again. Hobie webbed him to the ground quickly.

Doc ock saw this, and quickly raced down to you both again.

Now it was just you and Hobie against him.

“He was useless, anyways.” He spat.

“Is that so?” You said, you and Hobie looked at each other and knew what to do.

Hobie took out his guitar, and waited for you. You ran up to him, jumping on it, then going upside down, and behind Doctor Octopus.

You used both hands to shoot your webs, his arms shot to you and while he was distracted, Hobie also webbed him up. You both focused on his arms, you landed and ran up to him, jumping up and kicking the man in the face, knocking him down to the ground while webbed up.

“How’s it coming?” Jessica checked in on you both, hologram appearing behind you.

“We just got them. Coming back now.”

“Good job.” She said, and disappeared.

Doc ock trashed against the webs, groaning and shouting. “You’ll never w-“

“Oh shut up.” Hobie said, putting a web on his mouth and went up to you.

He lifted up his mask, and you lifted up yours, you both kissed.

“You alright?” He asked.

“I’m alright, thanks to you.” You said, with a smile and pulled down your mask.

He pulled his down and nodded.

“That’s what I’m here for, innit?”

You laughed and started to get them together, Hobie put them in the red cells and you opened the portal.

You walked through them one at a time, you dragged Doc Ock and Hobie dragged the vulture.

You both put them in the anomaly room, and high fived.

“Telling you, we’re the best team they have.” Hobie shrugged.

“Only because you’re the best guard dog I could ask for.” You laughed, kissing his cheek as you both walked to debrief.

“Ya know I hate being called that-“

“I know, I’m just playing.” You laughed at him.

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[lesbiansloveseokjin]

day 532/548 of seokjin’s military service

this selca was posted on 220902 with the caption & comment:

J: Stir-fried octopus, made by (bought by) J-Hope

JH: 🔥Wet with sweat, but he still ate it🔥

(T/N: This is known to be a spicy dish - trans cr: Aditi & Faith @ bts_trans)

bonus picture from that ig post:

hobi also posted the following:

Shine. Muscat 🍇🌼 Hyung grew it (brought it from the village) himself #TakingPicturesOfEachOther

(trans cr: Aditi & Annie @bts_trans)