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Dating Hobie Brown

Pairing: Hobie Brown x GN!Reader

Summary: My personal headcannon of what it would be like dating Hobie Brown. Includes how you met, got together and etc. 

Warnings: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, death and violence

A/N: Idk how old Hobie actually is, but I always pictured he was like nineteen so don’t @ me when the NSFW comes out. Also I didn’t mean for it to come out as sad as it did?? So sorry I guess 

Meeting

Your mother is the captain of the police force. Growing up, it was just the two of you and because of this your mother made sure to raise you right. Making sure you said your ‘please’s and ‘thank you’s, got good grades in school, didn’t get involved with the wrong crowd, etc. etc. As you got older, you learned just how hard your mom worked to make sure you had a good childhood, a good life, and so you made sure to do as you were told. To be her perfect, little baby. 

However, it was hard to make sure you grew up in a ‘good’ environment the older you got. Especially when you began to understand that not everyone saw your mom as the hero you saw her as. The political environment of London was unstable, protests and riots becoming more and more frequent. Sure, you agreed that the government was corrupted and people abused the power they were given, but when you started seeing signs that trash talked the captain of the police force, you couldn’t help but take it personally. Yeah, there were some bad people out there, but your mother was not one of them. 

Being the kid of the police captain makes you a walking target and you find that out the hard way. One night, as you’re walking home from one of your uni’s night classes, some extremists decide to back you into the nearest alley. They weren’t like the usual protestors who would shout at you while you walked down the street, these were the kind that were in it for the rioting. More about making a scene than supporting a cause, practically looking for an excuse to do some damage. 

You have no intention of making it easy for them, mama didn’t raise no bitch. They shove you and you shove back even harder. They get in your face to spit insults, you scream some right back. It’s a back and forth that goes downhill quickly, four against one being painfully unfair odds. 

Before you get your ass kicked, your savior arrives. You recognize him immediately; the ripped jeans, leather jacket, the red mask with a spiked mohawk, you’re taken aback as you watch Spider-Man pummel your antagonizers and yell at them to ‘fuck off!’ Now it’s just the two of you in the dark alley and you don’t know how to feel. On one hand, he did just save you from getting your teeth knocked in. On the other, the guy was the bane of your mother’s existence, practically the ringmaster of every protest and riot in London that makes her lose sleep at night. 

”You’re the captain’s kid, ain’tcha?”

“Can’t let a lovely face like yours get broken, eh?”

He’s...charming, his fingers gently grasping your chin as he assesses the damage. Even offers to take you home, which he doesn’t even give you the chance to say yes or no to as he’s already walking you down the street. While there’s a certain allure to him, he’s also a thorn in your side. Teasing you, making up antagonizing nicknames, by the time you make it to your apartment building you’re sure he’s just doing it to spite you. For once, you go against what your mother taught you and don’t thank him as you slam the window shut.

“What? No kiss goodnight?”

Meeting...Again

When you two cross paths again, it’s not when he’s Spider-Man. One of your friends from your creative writing class drags you out to the pub. Saying it was a crime you had been eighteen years old for six months and had yet to have your first drink. The bar is loud, filled with the type of people your mother would kill you for hanging out with. It seems your friend had neglected to tell you this particular venue was a dive bar. A dive bar that was frequented by bikers and freedom fighters. 

You don’t notice him, but Hobie recognizes you instantly; a smirk making its way onto his face as he strolls over. You’re tucked into the corner of the bar quietly sipping on some drinks, your friend having long since ditched you to talk to someone who caught her eye.

“Hiding away are you, love?”

The voice is familiar, making you turn to face him instantly. Where you’ve heard it is a little trickier to place. One quick up and down of the man now leaning against the bar has you stiffening. He’s practically the definition of what your mother has tried to protect you from for years, telling you that people that looked like him were bad news. Yet it seems your attempts to dissuade him are futile, in fact Hobie almost seems to enjoy the banter. He says one thing, you turn your nose up at it. He responds to your insults with vaguely flirty comments and chuckles when you go hot under the collar. 

He finally gets you to crack when he brings up music. It’s your passion, your life, hell it’s what got you a scholarship to even get into uni in the first place; tuition being well out of your budget. While it’s no surprise your tastes in music differ, it’s more about how he talks about music. You learn he’s a musician too, that he believes it’s not just about ‘finding a good beat’; how music can touch the soul if done just right. That it’s something that can unite the unlikeliest people.

It surprises you, in a good way. Has you thinking there’s maybe more to him than meets the eye. You say as much, Hobie teasing you about how ‘you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover’, which has you rolling your eyes. He’s not wrong though, the more he talks the more you want to listen. Not just about music, but the little details of his past, his beliefs, ideals and even his little quirks that he brings up organically in the conversation. What’s even better is how he matches your interest with his own, pulling out every little detail about yourself he can. 

You don’t realize it’s gotten late, a quick glance at your phone showing you had missed a concerning amount of calls and texts from your mum. Drunkenly, you stand and stagger, the drinks you had been sipping on, that Hobie so generously kept buying you, starting to pack a punch. Large hands hold you steady, Hobie offering to walk you home. You tell him no, the slur of the word causing him to guide you out of the pub regardless. 

You never thought walking home from a bar could be this fun. The fuzzy feeling in your head making you giggle and stumble down the path, Hobie following along and indulging you and your drunken bantering. When you do finally get home, you dread the idea of encountering your mother in your intoxicated state. Not to mention the fact you were accompanied with a ‘ ‘delinquent’ ’, your mother’s words not yours, like Hobie. The final decision is to crawl through your bedroom window, demanding Hobie give you a lift. The suggestion has him grinning ear to ear, tall stature lowering into a crouch and longer finger intertwining to give you a step.

“So there’s a little rebel in you after all, eh?”

Getting Together + “Dating”

The two of you becoming an item happens before you even realize it. You had been going about things under the guise of friendship, that is until one of his friends brings it up. A harmless little comment really, telling you that your ‘little boy toy’ was causing a ruckus yet again and might need someone to reel him in. It perplexes you, said friend beginning to tease you for playing coy. When you finally do fetch Hobie and apologize on his behalf, they give you a knowing look as you and your ‘boy toy’ head out for the evening. 

Suddenly you’re very aware of the way he grabs your hand when guiding you through a crowded room. Fingers laced with yours for a better grip and using his body to shove people aside to give you a clear path. The gentle kisses on your forehead when he tells you goodnight or on your knuckles when he’s trying to apologize for something. How his forehead touches yours when you listen to one of his favorite cassette tapes, your eyes closed to focus on the music while he watches you softly mouth the words to the song. The proud look he gets on his face whenever you do something out of your comfort zone, followed by him saying ‘I told you so’ when you end up liking it. 

“Nah mate, I don’t do labels.”

Is his response when someone flat out calls him your boyfriend. He says it simply, bluntly and you try to deny the sting in your chest when he does. And yet you hold your tongue, suppressing your comments with the bitter taste of beer. The routine you’ve begun now feels full of falsehoods. Spending the day between home and uni classes to keep up appearances as the ‘perfect child’; evenings at small pubs and Hobie’s flat where you finally get to unwind and take a break. What were his intentions? Was he like this with other people? Is what the two of you have not as special as you had thought?

The thoughts swirl through your head as you begin your walk home from the pub, yet another part of your new routine. Although this time, rather than Hobie and you walking side by side, air filled with chatter and quieted laughter, tonight he’s a few paces behind you. Not by choice, rather you seem to be refusing to speak to him, picking up the pace whenever he tries to match your stride. Could he easily close the distance with his long stride? Sure, but he knows when to not push your boundaries. 

He’s had enough by the time you arrive at your apartment building, a familiar, large hand wrapping around your forearm and pulling you to him. He’s not mad, barely even upset, just confused why you’re acting so differently. Usually you liked his calm demeanor, it seemed to balance out your high strung one, but right now it infuriates you. How does he not get it? Swerving the goodnight kiss, you head up to your flat to put this night behind you.

 After about a week of you declining invites and giving him the cold shoulder, Hobie decides to come to you. He tries to be respectful, giving you space for reasons he has yet to understand, but that doesn’t mean he can’t watch you. It’s not creepy...he’s just making sure you get home safe, watching from the building across the street from your usual route home...it’s not weird, right? Right? 

He can’t stand it, shooting a web and swinging to land gracefully in front of you. Or he tries to, his boot got caught on the concrete and he had to stumble to a stop. Since when has he been this clumsy? You stand dumbfounded, not recognizing him when he’s in his Spider-Man suit. He doesn’t even remember he’s in the stupid thing until he’s halfway through his rantings; talking about how ‘uncool’ it is to be avoiding him and how he thought of you as more mature than this. That he can’t fix the problem unless you tell him the problem.

After a moment of awkward silence, the look of recognition flashes across your face and he’s ushering you into the nearest alley before you can blurt out his secret identity. Stuck between Hobie and the brick wall, you’re forced to fess up to why you’ve been so distant, Hobie refusing to budge until you do. You can’t even look him in the eye as you spill every thought you’ve had over the last week. Talking about how you have feelings for him, but hate him for making you like him. How you don’t care if he feels the same, but you do care that he acts like he feels the same. That it’s not fair he gets to decide what can and can’t be a label and if he’s not your boyfriend then what is he? That it-

Hobie cuts you off as he leans in, lips pressing tenderly against yours. You hesitate before leaning into it, his warmth surrounds you as his arms move to wrap around your back. You realize you missed his touch, the contrast between the coolness of his piercing and the comfort of his lips on your skin. When he pulls away, he continues to hold you close, hand coming up to hold your face, a calloused thumb stroking your cheekbone. 

“I’m not into putting a label on things, but I’m into....this. I like what this is. I don’t need a stupid label to tell everyone I like you and you like me cuz the only people who need to know are you and me. Innit that right, love?”

You point out that while it’s touching he feels that way, there might be a hole or two in his idea. The two of you decide to compromise so the next time someone asks, you tell people you’re ‘exclusive’. It’s not a label, it’s an adjective, totally different.

Future

You two met before the spiderverse, before Hobie even knew what a canon event was. If he had, he might’ve prevented his next one. Your mother’s death came during a flurry of incidents. For you, it was her finding out about Hobie. As expected, she was furious when she found the two of you saying your goodbyes through your bedroom window. The fight that ensued between you and her was monstrous . You’d always been a good kid, her perfect, little angel. You’d grown to hate that word. Perfect. What’s the point in being perfect if you can’t live your life? Have a little fun?

She blames Hobie for your change in tune, forbidding you from ever seeing him again. The bubble of anger swelling in your chest bursts and you tell her ‘no’ for the first time. Scream it at her actually. That you’d done everything she asked for your whole life and that you weren’t going to give up the one thing you did for yourself. That it wasn’t a crime to like someone like Hobie, that there was more to him if she would just give him a chance. Your mother refuses to listen, dismissing you to go to your room. Reluctantly you comply, but not without shouting a final ‘I hate you!’ as you slam the door. 

Hobie, while frazzled by the little bit of the argument he’d witnessed, has his own problems brewing. He’s caught wind of Kingpin, the rumor being that he’s working with Osborn once again. This time, he’s gotten his slimy hands on some illegal weapons that’ll give the police force the upper hand against the freedom fighters. He’s on the scene, but so is your mother, who had left after your fight when she got tipped off. Hobie can see she’s alone, most likely being too impatient for backup like she usually is. 

Everything happens too quickly, hissing whispers between him and her as he tries to tell her to ‘bugger off’, her saying she’s not going to let some kid get hurt while playing hero. Huh, she’s never called him a hero before. Hobie doesn’t get to dwell on the thought before they’re spotted, bullets and gun powder filling the night air. Some webbing takes care of Kingpin’s goons, but the bastard is able to get away as usual, but not without delivering the final shot. 

The eyes of Hobie’s spidersuit widen when he sees the blood leaking down the front of your mother’s uniform, instincts drawing him to her side to help her lie down. Emotions stir uncomfortably inside his chest, this is a cop; not just any cop, but the leader of the swine that call themselves the defenders of the people. And yet he’s applying pressure to the wound, holding off the inevitable because right now she isn’t the captain of the police force, she’s a mother. Your mother. 

Her last words are ingrained in his mind, ‘My baby...I can’t leave my baby.’

You’re confused when you see him in your living room, quietly but urgently saying that he has to go before your mother catches him, unaware she’s not even home. That she wouldn’t be coming back home. Routine and structure is embedded in your being, the idea of your mother’s death coming ‘too soon’ or that ‘you wouldn’t get to say goodbye’ have never crossed your mind. And yet it’s your reality. Your mother doesn’t get to retire and die of old age and the last words you said to her were ‘I hate you.’

“She knows you don’t.”

Hobie tries to comfort you, holding you close despite your resistance. In all honesty, you don’t know if you want to be left alone or never want him to let you go, so you settle for what he has to offer. Hobie doesn’t say much else, partly because he doesn’t know what to say and partly because he thinks all he can do right now is hold you and let your tears soak the front of his suit. 

As morbid as it may sound, your mother’s death came at a convenient time. Your first year of uni had wrapped up the week before, so it hurts less to withdraw. At least you were able to wrap up one year. Whether or not you’ll go back isn’t on your mind, but deep down you know you will. It’s what your mother would’ve wanted. 

You’re grateful for the support system you have, a few uni friends who still keep in touch after you leave and the friends you made through Hobie. While their ‘I’m sorry for your loss’s and ‘I’m here for you’s are comforting, Hobie is the one who’s truly there for you. 

Hobie’s the one who lets you move in with him when you can’t stand being at home, everything there reminding you of her. Hobie’s the one who brings you your meals when you forget to eat, the water you have yet to drink. Hobie’s the one who asks you to play a song he likes, his excuse being that he likes it better when you play it, but you both know it’s his way of making sure you don’t abandon your passions. Hobie’s the one who carries you to bed when you fall asleep to home videos, tucking you in and placing the baby blanket your mother made you on top. Hobie’s the one that heals you, even if it’s only a little. Even if there’s still more of you to make better. 

In terms of marriage and kids, they aren’t things either of you talk about. You’re young, you have a lot more ahead of you. Hobie reminded you of that. That sometimes life doesn’t follow a ‘routine’, that sometimes it’s better to live day by day with the ones you love. 

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Ringmaster Of Your Heart

; Ringmaster!Hobi x Reader

; Word Count: 2.7k

; Cirque de Mystere Drabble

; Drabble request: “You leave whenever you feel like it.” + “Don’t shut me out.”

; A/N: Part of the drabble challenge request. It’s not as magical as the first but I still love Ringmaster Hobi <3 I haven’t proof read either! Sorry :x

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“You need to show a little more commitment to your job, as right now we’re not very convinced that you care enough.” Your boss has been reaming your ass out for the last five minutes, all because you’d dared to ask for another few days off.

It wasn’t even a long amount of time, just a Friday and a Monday so that you could have a long weekend. Hoseok’s circus was currently a few states over and only an hour or so plane ride away. You hadn’t seen him in two months, which had been the last time you’d taken a vacation day.

The flu you’d come down with for two weeks was unfortunate but there was little you could do about that. You were a person, not a machine. All that happened when you weren’t at work was that a few Excel spreadsheets weren’t updated, but seriously. It wasn’t that hard to refresh them, just a simple click of two buttons and boom, updated.

Okay so maybe your job involved a few more things but there were plenty of people to cover for you. You didn’t have a client right now, which meant that when you were at work it was just clock watching till the end of the day.

But still, you need this job to pay the bills so you decide to play nice. Bowing your head slightly, you keep your gaze on your hands, pressed firmly on your thighs. “I’m sorry sir, I’ll try to show that I care more. I apologise that you feel I don’t.” You murmur, fully aware you should probably be more contrite.

“I need more than that, your behaviour is very lax. You leave whenever you feel like it and seem to think that we owe you time off. We’re willing to overlook this issue, however your remaining vacation days have been taken to cover the time you were sick.” Your mouth opens to protest, fully aware that what they had done was probably just illegal.

Gritting your teeth and mashing your lips together, you simply nod your head while pure anger rolls through your body like rapidly. He nods smugly, gesturing to the door to signal that you can leave and you rise stiffly.

By the time you reach your desk, you’re not entirely sure what your face is doing but given the cautious look Jisoo has you guess it isn’t good. Staring at the lock screen on your computer, you simply bow your head and scrunch your eyes closed. Just two more hours and then you can be done with this damn place for the day.

-

Swirling the red wine around in your glass slowly, you simply watch the liquid as it sloshes along the side. You’re sure there’s probably some proper etiquette to drinking wine but right now, you just want to get that nice little buzz going.

The rest of your day at work had been spent in one of those angry fugue states, irritation pulsing through your veins and the most delightful tension headache that you were still suffering from. You’d never really enjoyed your job, but it had slowly devolved into severe hate over the last two years.

And as much as you hated to acknowledge it, Hoseok was the reason you’d come to hate it. It wasn’t his fault obviously, but you’d never felt committed to your workplace. There had been one two many times when you’d been overlooked for a promotion because someone who knew the boss kissed his ass or something.

But it was also because Hoseok and his lifestyle made you see that a 9-5 office job wasn’t the be all and end all of life. Or rather, the 8-9 job you normally ended up doing given that overtime was pretty much expected from all employees.

Every time you talked to your boyfriend, you got to hear about the new locations that he and his colleagues got to experience and the happiness they gave to communities. It was a nomadic lifestyle for sure, but it was filled with people who hadn’t found their calling in life in normal society and had instead chosen to join one that survived only because they banded together.

He obviously had days where he was unhappy, days where he would complain to you about not feeling up to putting on his ringmaster persona or days when a conflict between people would escalate and cause strife. But it was rare as Hoseok seemed to have a generally happy personality, or at least very mellow. It had hard to make him angry or upset, in fact the only time he truly got upset was when he got sad about not seeing you often.

The magic you’d experienced when you first see him, the enchanted atmosphere you’d seen when you’d had your first date, still existed for you at Cirque de Mystère. Every time you visited him, you’d feel the same excitement tumbling over in your stomach that you felt the very first time.

But you couldn’t visit often, and in fact you’d only seen each other physically eight times in two years. Six times had been when you flew to wherever he was with twice being Hoseok taking time off to visit you. Your relationship involved a lot of screens or phone calls, yet neither of you would even consider ending it.

As much as it pained you to admit it, Hoseok was one of the few moments of happiness in your life and you couldn’t bare to not have him in it anymore. As if he was aware you were thinking of him, your phone soon lights up with his name as your generic ring tone calls out.

“Hi Hobi.” You answer, taking a sip of wine while a soft smile appears as you hear his familiar breathing.

“Hi. It’s not too late right? I just finished the show but I think it’s past 11 there isn’t it?” He asks, voice low and ever so slightly croaky. You’d long since learned that he’d undertaken vocal lessons in order to strengthen his voice so that he could project it as far as he did. But it still got strained sometimes.

“No no sweetheart, it’s fine. I was up anyway, it’s the weekend tomorrow so it doesn’t matter if I stay up late. Your throat doesn’t sound healthy, have you made yourself some chamomile tea or something? I left you some in your tea box last time.” Placing the glass on the coffee table, you curl your legs up before resting your free arm on them.

He laughs lightly, the sound just this sound of rusty yet it still makes your lips curl upwards involuntarily. You love the sound of his laugh, it’s like happiness and magic all wrapped up in an auditory present. “I’ll make some, I swear. Wait, let me boot my laptop up and I’ll Skype you?”

You hear shuffling noises on the other end before you agree with him, laughing as he refuses to get off the line. Moving into your bedroom, you place your laptop on the black and white striped covers before sitting down cross legged and waiting for him to start the call.

Soon enough he does, the picture of his smiling face popping up on screen. You end the phone call while simultaneously accepting the video call request. A black screen appears before clearing up, revealing your beloved boyfriend’s smiling face taking up the whole space.

He has a huge grin, revealing straight white teeth, and his eyes are wide for a moment before he giggles, going back to a normal face. “You look pretty.” Hoseok states, eyes tracking slightly as he observes your outfit. You snort and tug at the ratty hoodie you’ve tugged on, green colour pale from too many washes and plain black yoga pants.

“You look handsome.” A shy smile takes over as he looks down slightly but you’re being honest. His hair, once dark but now blonde, is parted just off centre with part of it swept up. It’s his performing hair and you always think he looks good with it, but combined with the smoky eye look he’s wearing today and crystal clear skin he looks unbelievable.

Hoseok pulls away slightly, letting you see that he’s still wearing the white silk button up shirt and he even still has his red ringmaster coat on, causing you to bite your lip. “Wow, you really just came straight to call me huh?” You tease him lightly, causing him to whine softly as he slips the coat off his shoulders and hangs it up.

“I was excited, I didn’t know if you’d gone to sleep. You hadn’t messaged me.” There’s no need to even see him to know that pretty mouth is currently pouting. He’s right, you hadn’t messaged him but you hadn’t been in the right mindset.

“Sorry, I forgot. I had a bad day at work.” Rubbing your forehead with your fingers, you watch as he pauses momentarily in unbuttoning his shirt, revealing just a hint of the toned stomach you know he has. Normally you’d be sat with your face almost pressed to the screen at him undressing, and normally he’d play along and turn it into a little bit of a striptease.

But he can tell you’re not particularly in the mood today as he throws a long sleeved grey shirt on before tugging off his black trousers and slipping into some black sweats. It feels strange to watch him go from magic ringmaster to normal 31 year old boyfriend.

Pouring some hot water into a mug and adding in one of the chamomile teabags you’d bought him, he brings his laptop over to his bed before laying down on his stomach. His head rests on his hands as he frowns at the screen.

“What happened?” He asks, tone soft and gentle and you appreciate that he’s willing to let you vent to him. You have no doubt that he’ll take on whatever role you need from him tonight, whether it’s supportive boyfriend, angry boyfriend on your behalf or anything else.

“My boss gave me a disciplinary because I’ve taken too much time off work apparently. As punishment they’ve made me take my remaining vacation days to cover the illness I had the other week.” Your fists clench immediately as anger rushes back through. “I can’t come see you next month baby, I’m sorry.”

You didn’t even realise that your eyes had filled with tears until Hoseok is making a soft, frustrated noise, his hand half reaching out and clenching in frustration. “What? They can’t do that! I know that, I literally know that. It’s the law.” He frowns in sympathetic anger.

“I know, but what am I going to do? Complain about it? They’d just hit me with something even harder and I don’t have the money to take them on in court. I just accepted it you know? It’s okay, 7 months and then I’ll get more vacation days,” You sigh deeply and look down at your hands. “When are you going to be back near here?”

He’s silent for a moment before you hear his frustrated exhale. “Not until next year. I’m sorry bright eyes, it’s my fault.” Hoseok mumbles and immediately you’re shaking your head.

“No, no you’re not. It’s mine. I made the decisions and I pissed them off. It’s something I have to live with.” You grumble, lowering your head slightly. He’s quiet and you don’t even need to look at the screen to know he’s just watching you.

“Hey, don’t shut me out okay? You don’t have to deal with it alone. I know I’m not physically close to you but I’m here. We’re in a relationship and that’s a two way street. You cope with my problems, I cope with yours. Talk to me.” Hoseok’s voice is soothing and low, the sheer love and care in it causing you to let out a frustrated sob.

“I hate that place Hobi, I hate it. I wake up and just wish I could go back to sleep. And now I’m not even allowed to take time off to go see the person who makes me happiest. I’m so angry and frustrated over it. I’m so sorry I can’t see you, you deserve someone better than me.” You don’t intend the words and he’s shaking his head immediately.

“No I don’t. I deserve you, because you’re a great person. Don’t let this get you down, I can’t do anything about your job but I can make you smile. I can come to you, it’ll work out so don’t worry about it okay?” He speaks softly, pleading with you to stop crying.

You’re shaking your head immediately at his words. “I can’t make you come here Hobi. The circus needs you and they can’t cope with you leaving all the time. It’s not fair to expect you to come here.”

He sighs deeply and there’s silence between the two of you for a moment, neither of you sure what to say or do. At least until a thought suddenly occurs and you’re wiping your tears away slowly, calculating everything.

It’s a sign of how well he knows you that he can detect the difference in your demeanor immediately. Perking up, he runs a hand through his soft blonde hair and focuses on his soft, brown eyes on you. “What is it?”

“You remember that thing you’ve been teasing me about for two years now?” Soft lines furrow his brow as his eyebrows dip down, trying to remember what on earth he’d said. In fairness, he’s teased you about a lot of things. “Well, is it still on the table?”

His mouth twists as he thinks back before his eyes suddenly go wide, looking back at the screen in shock. “Seriously? Are you being serious right now?” He whispers, restrained excitement twining through it as the corners of his lips fight to stay neutral.

“Yeah, why not? I hate my job and they’ve made it clear I’m never advancing anywhere. I’m forking out money for this place when I could be there with you, like you’ve always wanted. I mean, it might be a bit cramped in your trailer but I don’t mind that. I mean, if you’re okay with it? And I can finally do the marketing I’ve always wanted for something I truly love.” Your own voice, which has spent most of the conversation sad is picking up in tone and pitch, happiness overflowing as you imagine the future with him.

He’s silent and you look back down, suddenly worried that maybe he’s shied away from the idea of you moving in with him and working for the circus now that you’ve agreed. But instead you see his beautiful, bright smile and eyes that practically sparkle with exhilaration.

“Bright eyes, I am more than okay with this. You can finally do a job you love! I swear you’ll have free reign and you know everyone loves you here. And I can always buy a bigger trailer, I have a small one as I didn’t need much space but I can upgrade for definite. Oh my god...oh my god.” You can’t help but giggle at the enthusiasm he shows, happy that he seems to be as excited as you are about the idea.

“Okay then, let’s do this. I’ll write my letter of resignation right now and hand it in on Monday.” He nods his head with a grin, trying to chew his lip so that you can’t see how happy he is. But he’s practically radiating it.

“I’ll be waiting for you then, a month on Monday.” You let out a squeal before falling backwards, the anger of the earlier day truly gone as you wriggle around on your bed. Slowly you roll around until you’re facing the screen once more, a soft smile on your face as you see Hoseok watching you with soft eyes filled with love.

“I love you.” He whispers quietly, eyes flickering over your image as he tries to memorise each pixel. Your stomach flips at the thought of you being able to do this in person, permanently and you giggle.

“I love you too. And I can’t wait to live with you.” Whispering softly, you reach out and gently trace his face on the screen. He chuffs out a laugh before doing the same to his own screen, your special ringmaster who has magicked your heart away long ago.

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[namuswife]

the feel of cypher pt 2 makes me think of hobi as a shady old-fashioned circus ringmaster introducing different curiosities and the two scariest ones he has are namjoon and yoongi who are both kept chained up bc namjoon’s an escaped convict & leers a little too much making direct eye contact with you specifically while he smirks cockily like he’s planning something and yoongi's still in the straightjacket from the asylum for the criminally insane he escaped from & laughs way too much at nothing

Okay but.... I’m never gonna listen to pt2 the same way again. Namjoon making direct eye contact with a cocky smile? I’m on my knees.

What beautiful imagery you’ve given me here.

#well damn #some of yalls imaginations are wild #i’m jealous #asks #anon

[rmnamjoons]

I was listening to cyhper pt 2 and boy namjoon's voice through his entire verse especially when it gets low and growly, does things to me (that entire song does things to me but thats another topic) - Lazy

i said this once to my buddy @namuswife as an anon, and i’m gonna say it again right now:

the feel of cypher pt 2 makes me think of hobi as a shady old-fashioned carnival ringmaster introducing different curiosities, and the two scariest ones he has are namjoon and yoongi who are both kept chained up because namjoon’s an escaped convict and leers a little too much, making direct eye contact with you specifically while he smirks cockily like he’s planning something, and yoongi's still in the straightjacket from the asylum for the criminally insane he escaped from and laughs way too much at nothing

anyways the rest of that whole era where the boys had their “haha we’re Bad Boys ;)” thing going on has nothing on yoongi and namjoon in cypher pt 2. namjoon specifically in that song makes me want to be a villain fucker and he hasn’t even done anything

cypher pt 2 namjoon is a Bad Man and i want him to destroy me

#lazy anon #anon #answered

[ficswithluv]

I self-rec When The Sun Meets the Sea...I can't say too much about it as it would spoil the surprises in it, but it was just fun fluff that I wrote when I felt like we needed a warm hug from Hobi. The Evolution of You and I was from a hybrid prompt and I wanted a different style of writing which resulted in this childhood penpals to lovers fluffiness. Cirque du Mystere aimed to encapsulate the magic and excitement of a carnival with a mysterious and charming ringmaster Hoseok!

Thank you so much for your selfrecs!! We'll add them to this week's masterlist!

-Admin Bette

#week 11 #bts marshmallow week 2019 #fic: when the sun meets the sea #fic: the evolution of you #fic: cirque du mystere #author: readyplayerhobi

[readyplayerhobi]

Peppermint! As it showcases a new side of Hoseok, and is just really refreshing to read! In fact, I’ve already recommended it to my friends hehe. But if not Peppermint, it’d be the Constellation of Fire or the Ringmaster series. Just like Peppermint, these two series are reallllly interestingly new. I love the versatility of Hoseok that you portray anyways... i hope you’ll feel better soon amidst your storm. n i think it’s nice that ure asking ur readers a question, it’s really fun actually!

Thank you! I think I've probably brow beaten you all to love Peppermint by now lol I still love ACOF though and I don't think many people know about ringmaster Hobi!

[readyplayerhobi]

Key:

❀ - Fluff

♛ - Angst

★ - Adventure

☾ -  Crack

☠ - Violence

♥ - Smut

✔ - Completed

Series

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★ ❀ ♛ - Starfire - Sci-Fi, Adventure AU

Masterpost

♥♛❀ Jung Hoseok and the Magic to Happiness - Hogwarts Teacher AU ✔

Masterpost

♥♛❀ Flower - Online Dating!Hoseok  ✔

Masterpost

❀ Peppermint - Co-worker!Hoseok - ✔

Masterpost

♛❀ - A Constellation Of Fires - Greek Gods AU - ✔

Masterpost

♥♛❀ Behind The Mask Trilogy - Drummer!Hoseok - ✔

Masterpost

♥♛❀ Run Little Rabbit Trilogy - Wolf Shifter!Hoseok AU - ✔

Masterpost

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One Shots

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❀ - Cirque de Mystère - Ringmaster AU

 Ringmaster Of Your Heart - Ringmaster AU Drabble

♥❀ - Apricate - Holiday Romance AU

♥♛❀ - The Court of Curses - Vampire!Hoseok

♥♛❀☠ Night Stalker - Vampire Hunter!Hoseok

♥ Blow Your Mind

♛❀ Ten Years - Best Friend!Hoseok

♥♛❀ Forever Or Never - Ten Years Sequel

♥❀ Let’s Put On A Show - Camboy!Hoseok

♥❀ Be A Good Boy - Drabble

❀ When The Sun Meets The Sea - Husband!Hoseok

♥♛❀ Silver Bells and Cockle Shells - Widower Single Dad!Hoseok

❀ Sleigh Bells Ring - Sequel

♥♛❀ My Soul To Reap - Reaper!Hoseok

♥♛❀ A Universe to You - Soulmate!Hoseok

Drabbles

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❀ This Is Love

♥ Fair Play

❀  Crossed Wires

Series

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♛❀ Part Of Your World - Little Mermaid AU - ✔

Masterpost

♛❀♥ Knife’s Edge - Jimin x Reader, Mafia!Jungkook x Reader ✔

Masterpost

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One Shots

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☾♛ 20 Things (And Counting) I Hades About You - Greek Gods AU

☾♥❀ Insert Quippy Title Here!!! - Deadpool!AU

♛❀♥ Star Light, Star Bright - Single Dad!Jimin x Tattoo Artist!Reader

♛❀ The Evolution of You and I - Hybrid!Jimin

♥♛❀ Heraklion Station - Sci Fi Horror!AU

♛❀♥ Neon Seoul - Cyberpunk Detective!Jimin

♥  On My Mind

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Drabbles

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♛ Destroyer Of Worlds

Series

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❀♥ Storm Bringer - Drakken Rider!Taehyung

Masterpost

One Shots

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♛❀ Papillon - Childhood Best Friend to Lovers/Pregnancy AU

I Can Be Your Real Hero - Halloween Drabble

♛❀♥ Seven Seas - Atlantis!Taehyung

♛❀♥  La Douleur Exquise - Horse hybrid!Taehyung

One Shots

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☾❀ Life Is A Whisk - Slice of Life AU

♛❀ Always Trust In Pixie Dust - Pixie!Seokjin

Series

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♛❀♥ Knife’s Edge - Mafia!Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader ✔

Masterpost

♛❀♥ Queen of Ice - Bodyguard!Jungkook x Princess!Reader

Masterpost

♛❀♥ Because, I Love You - Younger!Jungkook x Older!Reader

Masterpost

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One Shots

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♛❀ Perfect Childhood Sweethearts!AU

♛ Deus Ex Machine - Android!Jungkook

♥❀ Hopping Mad For You - Rabbit Hybrid!Jungkook

♥♛❀ Rigor Mortis - Police Officer Zombie Outbreak!Jungkook

☾❀ So You Wanna Be The Best - Pokemon Trainer!Jungkook

♥♛❀  Little Wolf, Pretty Wolf, Your Wolf - Omega!Jungkook

♥♛❀  Captain’s Log - Starfleet Captain!Jungkook

♥♛❀  Because, I Love You

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Drabbles

♛ Forever Has a Limit

❀  Different But The Same

♛❀ I Miss You

One Shots

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♥♛❀ A Court of Moonlight - Werewolf!Yoongi

Masterpost

One Shots

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♛❀♥ Dark Horse - Equestrian!Namjoon

One Shots

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♥ Teacher Knows Best - Jimin x Reader x Hoseok

♥❀ Fortuna - Yoongi x Hoseok x Reader x Jimin

♥ Gingerbread House Jungkook x Reader x Jimin

♥ Three’s A Crowd - Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook

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[readyplayerhobi]

Ringmaster Hobi and OC, ik you guys are working out traveling together now but does OC have any talents she may be able to showcase and if so might couple performances be in order?

MC laughs loudly and shakes her head. “Oh god no. I have zero talents that will be shown on stage. That’s just not happening.”

Hoseok smirks slightly. “But what about that strip-,” His words become muffled as she presses a hand to his mouth before he pulls away laughing. “You’re great at that!”

[readyplayerhobi]

Ringmaster!Hobi and Y/N: what is your first impression of each other? And what is your favourite thing about the other person?

“I’m pretty sure you read my first impression of him.” You laugh loudly, cheeks getting hot with embarrassment. “But my favourite thing about him is...how happy he makes me and how he makes my normal life magical. Like I can be having the worst day at work and all I have to do is call him and hear his voice and I just feel...content and happy. It’s his magical power.”

Hoseok lets out a giggle, shyness evident in every note of it. “Oh wow, okay. Well, this is embarrassing but I didn’t think anything in particularl when I first saw her. I was in the middle of my act and my mind doesn’t really go ‘ooh pretty girl!’, that was the next day when I recognised her. And she is gorgeous right?”

He grins broadly, running a loving hand along your cheek as his eyes practically light up with love. “And my favourite thing...is how normal she makes me feel. I don’t live a normal life anymore, and my job and living conditions make it hard to just...do normal things you know? Date, watch movies and all that. I get to be like any other guy with her.”