#ayoo experiment time

[dutysmith]

@bashfullygreen

"Please, try it."

The tea is very green, like acidic green. Its bubbling, its sizzling. Is it suppose to turn black at random intervals? what is in this tea?

[youuuimeanmee]

Noragami Final Chapter Thoughts

You know what? I'm used to it.

I'm used to have exceptionally well-written manga get cut off or deadline-d to finish at certain point of time (usually by the publisher's order) when the authors still have so, so, SO much more left to give, so in the end they have no choice but to rush the final chapter.

Shingeki no Kyojin, Promised Neverland, Nisekoi, other mangas I forgot to name. And this manga. For such a long-running series with deep lore, they all could use a special volume (200+ pages) as an epilogue, not a 45-pages speedrun of everyone's everafter. I wish more series could follow Mob Psycho's example. Some say Mob Pycho Season 3 is too long, it needs to be more compact etc, but I don't think so at all. I think it's perfect the way it is -- it's a fulfilling send-off for all the characters we love so much. I wish more series would get their ending like that, but what can I say about Japanese manga industry.

And there's also Adachitoka's health to consider too. In which case, I'd say they did their best, and I'm really thankful for them for being able to deliver this series safely.

In short, I already expected this chapter to be a speedrun. Because of that, my experience when I read this chapter is better than I expected.

Maybe because I've learned my lessons for not making theory too much, so I don't have certain expectations that'd cloud my judgement.

With no deep thoughts when reading, let's go dive in.

The PUNS it still gets me. Yukine's sister calling Haruki's name while watching a tree that blossoms in spring is 😭😭😭

Ayoo he can change to a dog still? My poor baby 😭

I guess this is his punishment for wrecking havoc in the human world and disturbing the Heaven? But like, he was clearly under the influence of trashdad?? He's not really at fault?? Is this author's message that we shouldn't justify his action just because we understood his reasons?? But still. That's too cruel for doing it for your own main character.

I know shinkis that were left behind by their master would retain their name after the master's death, but still. To think Izanami's power is still working on Yukine after the Kotonoha is destroyed. This is tragedy.

THE FLOWERSS IN YUKINE'S RESTING PLACEE AKSJJDBDKDJDJD

Daww that's nicee. Hiyori as an intern!

Damn, she really forgot everything. This is for the best though, she already died once when she got too close with the far shore; I'm already prepared for this much. Maybe Yato had finally severed her ties with him and that (along with the cpr) is what allowed Hiyori to return.

Wdym "intense cpr," it's more than intense. It's hella long too. Nobody could perform intense cpr for hours nonstop, unless that person is non-human.

Good to know Yato broke her ribs though, nice work!

Hiyori's missing notebook? Prob taken by Yato or something.

Dafuq. Move along with your "it's me!" wishy-boy. No. This time it's not you who kissed her. You were delirious in some random abandoned building in some random city when Hiyori was dying.

See, this is my nightmare. To have the real Fujisaki Koto as Hiyori's future love interest. Because I know for sure, for so long, that they could bonded with their out-of-body experience when they both lost their memory.

Sorry Koto, 'nothing against the real you, but your alter ego has kinda ruined your image.

Damn, Father's longing for Kaya runs deep in Koto's veins.

BAHAHA, Nice one Coophone. Or Yato. Or Yukine. Or whatever tf Hiyori's guardian is.

AWWW THE GODS ARE CARRYING HIYORI'S LEGACY TO HAVE A PICNIC TOGETHER 😭😭😭😭

Aww man I didn't see Nana. She'd love to have a picnic with both Bishamon and Arahabaki! Is it because she was infected with GGS, or is it simply her turn to watch over the house? I hope it's the latter.

I wish the Gods would talk more about Yato's miracles, including about Hiyori. She is literally the glue that help stick these guys together. Without her, they wouldn't even know about Father's Liberation ability.

Heck, forget about Yatori. I wanna hear the Gods reminscing about their situations & conditions after the incident. But alas.

Oh well. This is something I've learned to let go.

Woow Kunimi looks young! Does he finally have a vacation?? Lol

Ebisu's voice got deeper? He still looks like a baby to me. Is he a baby 12-yo?

It's real nice to see the 3 reincarnated gods! Though I coulnd't care less abt them,even tho i know they have main character energy

Oh. my God. TakeKiun is really sailingg Look at dem. Matching clothes and soft smiles and all dat shit 🥺🥺🥺

Um, okay. It's good and all that each mortal has their own version about what happened at that time, but like,

Weren't people DIED???

I thought many people died!! Getting slashed by Gods!! Why is it not covered on the national news-

(myb when Father's "nation" returned to the underworld, the souls who were lost were also returned to its vessel somehow?)

Nope, nevermind. Just don't think too deeply about it. Moving on.

BISHAAA it's good to see her in great health!

Though I really wanna know, how is her relationship with the Heaven and the other Gods after that fiasco, how she feels abt Father's defeat, etc--

NOPE. Don't thinkabout it. Just moveon.

Here I thought Yato was gonna get a reward from Amaterasu for slaying "something that doesn't belong on this Earth." Oh well. Guess Amaterasu is hella stingy like that.

Why Yukine seems like he got even smaller though. Is it the changing art style? He looks more baby than ever.

Wait, they got a whole proper room to sleep? Is this their old room in Kofuku's house?? I thought since Yukine is infected by GGS, Kofuku stayed the hell away from Yukine, but that doesn't seem like the case?

Maybe Kofuku-Daikoku are the one who abandoned the shop; leaving it for Yato and Yukine to stay in? We'll never know.

(Now where is Kofuku's new address, I need to know)

Since Yukine is infected by GGS and always in constant nightmare, I'd like to believe Kazuma is experiencing the same thing; in order to separate him from the rest of the clan, now Kazuma sleeps with Bishamon every night. Lucky bastard.

That is so touching of Yato for comforting his sobbing child every night, but I wish we got a glimpse of his reminisce with his now-gone Father.

Oh wooww the dude finally stopped playing around. I thought he didn't have the guts to cut Hiyori's ties, turns out he really cut itt. No wonder Hiyori forgot about him for 10 years.

(Though I don't think she forgot completely either. Yato might not be in her head anymore, but he's still in her heart)

Adachitoka-san. Are you trying to tell ME this teke-teke thing is way more viral than the mass of unnatural, unknown deaths???

Is it because there's no death at all???

*sighs.* Anyways.

Aww Nora is now staying at Iki's household, happier than ever 🥺

Oh so that's where Hiyori's notebook goes.

Wait, Iki household creeps Hiyori out? Why? Is it because she was traumatized by her grandma's death? (Does she even remember that?) Is it because she faintly remembered the way Nora broke her house's windows? Or is it because she could sense Nora's presence and it icks her? I hope it's not the latter ☹️

I'm happy Nora is finally a happy child, but, Yukine? What about my son Yukine, who is no longer a pure soul, who could no longer sleep peacefully every night. Where is Nora's apology for leading Yukine to Father huh? Where is her apology for (indirectly) turning Yukine into who he is today? I guess it happens off-screen, we'll never know.

OH WOWW THE PUNS' AT IT AGAIN

Wdym "the night has a scent."

"Night" is using the same kanji as Yato's name, 夜. She is remembering his smell from the nightt, peoplee

(The night when he kissed her prob)

The power of the match-matching ema hunged by Ookuninushi is really strong, huh. Hiyori managed to remember Yato again, despite her already-severed-ties with Yato.

(or maybe not. I guess their fate really IS intertwined, knowing their first meeting)

I kinda wish Hiyori would remember Yato much later, like, in her 40s when she already has kids on her own, but hey, the sooner she remembers him, the longer he'd stay on this Earth so I'd still consider it a win!

Tbh, a part of me don't want her to get involved with far shore like she did in the past, but a part of me also wants her to snuggle between Yato and Yukine's arms after her work hours end. Dilemma.

Now I need Hiyori's journey to become one hell of a rich doctor so she could build a proper shrine for Yato so she and her family could pray together every morning, because she claimed it's Yatogami who saved her life that day. She'd make dinner for Yato and Yukine and eat with them every evening while her family acknowledge it as her night-praying-time. She'd tell her family, her future husband, and her future children about the legend of Yato (she'd exaggerate it a lot) and the next thing she knows, Yato have already has a devoted followers. Oh, and she'd often visited Bisha's shrine, Kofuku's, Ebisu's, all gods associated with Yato.

That's it folks. I rarely do my thoughts about Noragami, but I do read it religiously regularly each month. This manga has already become my comfort manga no matter how angsty it is, so it's gonna be hard to part with it, after all this time. Maybe for next month I'm gonna restart from chapter 1, one chapter per month.

I do have to say though, usually when I read a series with unsatisfactory ending, it leaves a bad taste in mouth. Somehow this chapter don't feel like that at all. I don't know why. I still look at this chapter and all the previous ones with fondness.

I wanna dream that 1-2 years from now, Adachitoka would release a 200-pages of Noragami epilogue -- which I know it's impossible, but hey, let the girl dream. I'm also looking forward for the extra komas, if there's any.

It's been a good time with you all 🤗👋

[wantednuzlocke]

Ayoo it's time for the next retrospective this time we talkin about Chapter 4

Meta Stuff

First of all, holy moly. This is the chapter where we hit in the 200 pages with the comic eh? Another milestone reached.

Chapter 4 features Mt. Battle. In the game another really short stretch of gameplay. Just another row of trainers to fight before you reach the next boss.

With Agate Village cleared we've unlocked the ability to be able to choose to purify Shadow Pokémon. Which means we're now capable of training and evolving the pokémon that have been stolen. AKA, the game can definitely crank up the difficulty now.

Now, you can opt to keep the pokémon in shadow form. The main benefit of it is that Shadow Rush will almost entirely be guaranteed to land a critical hit, and there are no resistances involved.

However, the curve of Pokémon levels is going to be even less merciful now. And if guaranteed critical hits are the only benefit you get, then you're better of purifying the Pokémon you at least want to use.

I've started to use the Exp. Share here. Not to train a pokémon in the inactive slot. But to speed up the grinding process for the pokémon that is actively out on the field, as it funnels more experience towards the pokémon that is carrying it, so instead of the usual 50/50 experience division it will instead become roughly 33/66.

Since this is still *technically* a blind run, I didn't bother to check the levels of the boss. But I had a pretty good idea of Dakim's team and his... Special... Antics... ... Either way, I kept to my habit of grinding for as long as I had Shadow Pokémon on hand, and then equalizing the rest of the team to the level mark my highest Pokémon was at. In this case I grinded until Hitmontop could be purified. And then rounded up my pokémon neatly to the top level of my team. Do not ask me how I managed it. But I effectively hit level 40. That's the exact level Dakim's ace was at.

Though I have to admit, on my first blind nuzlocke run, I was in shock to find a legendary Pokémon that soon. Like... WHAT? I was under the impression the game only just started once you unlocked purification but nooooo. I guess we're already in the endgame...

Either way, Dakim loves to spam Earthquake, so the Entei isn't so much a threat. It just becomes a race of capturing the damn thing before the idiot gorilla ends up knocking it out. I actually selected most of my team exactly to evade the earthquakes entirely or to at least cripple the earthquake dealers with stat drops.

Not that it was super-needed. My strategy was to snipe all his regular pokémon as fast as possible until only Entei was left. And let me tell you... That thing refused to stay in the Pokéball, even when put to sleep. And every time it woke up it almost obliterated a pokémon, forcing me to swap out regularly. I eventually started running out of Pokémon to send out without any deaths occurring. I had a misdreavus, who would DEFINITELY die if she would get hit, and a Hitmontop which I wasn't sure of if it could take a Fire Blast at all.

Eventually I took the gamble, if I had to lose any pokémon I guess Sudowoodo wouldn't be the worst. But that happened to be the moment it decided to stay in the ball. Damn Entei giving me anxiety, but crisis averted, I guess...

The biggest shocker to me however, and this was something only started sinking in when I played Pokémon Grand Colosseum for funsies another time, is the fact that... Finishing with drawing this chapter, meant the half-way point for the story has been crossed. I can hardly believe we're actually halfway done with the Pokémon Colosseum arc.

Plot Planning

This chapter had the one and only battle in it which I immediately had an idea for on how it would play out in comic. Mainly because... Who the hell would earthquake on a floating platform!?!?

But all that said, with how solid some of the main ideas were, I have been altering this chapter's script SO MUCH. I kept rewriting dialogue over and over. The battle with Dakim has also been rewritten several times, even if the core element of falling of the platform had stayed.

There was also one other massive change. Wes. Initially he wasn't even planned to make an appearance at all. He was replaced by Yume fulfilling the role of protagonist. But with Rui being placed back in the comic during chapter 3, I thought it was only fair if Wes was in the story as well. And the more I started pingponging the idea of having him around, what kind of character he was and how he fit in with what little facts we have about him, the more fun interactions popped up. And it got even better when someone suggested to me to make him bisexual.

I normally do not write characters with any sort of sexual orientation in mind. If they have any it will naturally come out through interactions I brainstorm eventually. It's not something I personally can immerse myself properly into... Being asexual myself and all that... And it would also seem in poor taste to write about it in big quantities when no research has been done on it on my end. Besides that, orientation shouldn't be the sole part of a character's identity imo. There is more to a person than just that. All that said, Wes has ended up becoming one of the most fun characters to write, despite him being outside of my usual comfort zone. And his dynamic to Yume is just straight-up fun to write in general.

But yeah, his sudden appearance in the story has done a lot to flip the intial full idea I had for Wanted!'s direction. But eh... That's just how it goes when developing a story. It's becoming a better one for it. The initial work and effort put into the first draft isn't lost. It simply became a foundation for something better.

Veering away from the tangent of last-minute adding in characters. This part of the plot is a turning point. Cipher would tolerate maybe a few slip-ups. But now it's becoming serious business. They don't fully turn all their attention on the protagonist just yet, but at this point they would acknowledge she is a serious threat. Measures were already taken in Agate Village. Not using Shadow Pokémon too excessively as it might just result in more assets for the enemy. And they started to notice there is a pattern. This threat, is actively sabotaging their operations. It's time to whip out the big guns.

And with Cipher bringing out the big guns, it should also become more obvious that Yume is out of her league by choosing to confront them by herself. So far she's been lucky, catching them by surprise, constantly blind-siding them. But as she gains notoriety Cipher become better prepared to actually deal with her, as they continue to gather information on her. In fact, her actions and decisions should start becoming noticeably more and more downright self-destructive. Prioritizing other lives over her own.

Artistic Journey

I already talked in the previous retrospective how much I felt like the quality of my work was being stagnant. So I was effectively on the fence for a while on making changes or refraining from it.

I feel like it's a dilemma that a lot of webcomic artists deal with, when they contemplate on changing anything drastically. "How would the readers cope with the sudden shift in visual style?"

It's hard to know for sure. I myself as a reader don't mind style changes, and often even forget what the old style used to look like real quick. But I am also very aware that I am an extremely tolerant reader. I'm on board with honestly anything as long as the intention of the artist matches with what is in the comic. But it also means I have no frame of reference for how adaptive other readers would be towards drastic changes.

In the end I considered a potential viable compromise. The style I wanted to go for was mainly intended to add visual intensity to battle choreography. And a big battle that was meant to be intense was on the horizon. So that seemed like the perfect point to shift the visual style of the comic.

The style I ended up going for is inspired by 2d art from Mario Strikers Charged football. It looks intense, and is perfect for depicting battles. It is rough, it is messy, and it looks very impactful. So this meant, thicker more defined lines for the characters, and a matching rough shading style. Yep. Shading is back on the menu, albeit in a less complicated form.

And look, it's not a 1 to 1 perfect emulation of the style, but that's on me for not grabbing actual reference images to get it like that. But the messier lineart sure took a lot of mental pressure off of me, actually. And my drawing habits make me still draw in very steady singular lines, rather than the messy sketchiness that MSCF has. But I can still go for it when more battle scenes come up. But even then, the thicker lines still feel a lot nicer to draw with. Gotta relearn going at my linework like I'm drawing with a knife, I guess.

The reception of the new style has overall been positive. Though I suspect that is in part due to the reintroduction of shading. But hey... I like drawing like this. The readers like it. Everyone wins. That's what matters the most. ~

That's all for this chatper's retrospective. It will definitely still be a while before the 5th one will be written. We're still going through the 5th chapter after all. So it's not much of a retrospective if I'm still in the process of developing that chapter. So... Until then... ~

Writing this makes me want to play that mario football game again so I guess I know what I'll be doing today.

[just-liaa-01]

Are media representations of fans as ‘weird’ and ‘overly emotional’ fair? What is your own experience of fandom?

Yow people! Im back with a new topic again! Are you guys excited, please be excited. Don’t make me the only person excited to talk about this. So my chingu we are back with topic on FANDOM. Yeayy!!

Its regarding FANDOM gosh I’m so excited! I love this topic so much as I am a part of the kpop fandom community. Yohooo! This time, I'm exposing myself since, well, why not? Most of you are aware of what fandom is, I assume. But I guess some might still not know what that is, so I’ll explain it briefly later to you guys. Talking about fandom. Which fandom are you in? Mine is a Kpop Boy group named Seventeen.

So, lets begin with what is fandom?

Ayoo how to explain it briefly ahh? This might be a bit long but trust me you’ll understand what fandom is by the end of this blog post. If you are still confused please do some research or come to me ill help you or I might also bring you to the world of kpop hehe.

Strictly, for those who live under a rock or are just uninterested in things like this. If you guys feels like I’m judging you guys now. Well yes, I am. Hahahaha don’t be too serious. Fandom is a group of people who support groups or individuals regardless of the genre. Unbeknownst to you, everyone is a fan of something whether it’s a sport, music or movie. The word FANDOM is a community which is complex and diverse. Everyone has different preferences, dislikes, and perspectives. In addition to many other wonderful qualities, we are diverse in terms of gender identity, sexual orientation, and color. We come from a wide range of nations and civilizations as well.

Even though my interests might not be of interest to you, I'll still tell you. Like I care hehe.

As I was growing up, I was exposed to a wide range of experiences. From being addicted to video games, to music, and also martial arts sports. However, music is the one that has stuck with me the most after martial arts sport. I start discovering the Korean music industry Kpop when I was in primary school at the age of 11 years old. I started with watching a Korean Drama To The Beautiful You released in 2012. That was the beginning of Amalia’s journey in the K-Drama, K-pop world. Language is not a barrier to ones interest. I’m proud to say that I have watch probably hundreds of K-Dramas and hundreds of K-pop songs too till todays age. But this one particular boy group that catch my attention by their song is Seventeen. I've been hooked by their upbeat songs and beats, entertaining choreography, and overall vibe up till now. I adore them so much as how they keep training from zero to winning a Daesang Award yesterday at the Mnet Asian Music Awards. They also teach me that giving up is not an option. You have to keep trying as a failure is a beginning of a success. I could spend all day talking about them. I've poured countless hours and dollars into my favorite bands and products. I don't regret it, though.

But often why does the media often portray fans as ‘protective’ and ‘obsessive’?

No matter what you're a fan of, society and the media will always interpret you in the way that they want. It truly depends on you, though, therefore it doesn't rule out the chance that some fans will be regarded as such.

The question is, do I consider myself as one of those? Probably no, I do love my boys so much but not to an extend where I would be so obsessed and be overprotective. Since fans come from a variety of nations and backgrounds, it is to be expected that some would behave differently than you would prefer. chasing them, intimidating them at airports, and ultimately turning into "sasaengs." "Sasaengs" are devoted followers who stalk or act in ways that violate someone's privacy.

Fan sign events are supposed to be happy occasions where fans can interact with their idols. Unfortunately this isn’t always the case During the Seventeen Fan signing event. Reported that a sasaeng fan got angry at Joshua, a member of the group. She started trowing objects at him making everyone present there in shock. Her actions brought the entire event to a halt, and a manager had to walk the fan out of the stadium and immediately escort her away from the the Seventeen group members. (Koreaboo, 2018).

Of course, the industry has seen a lot of other incidents, but this is one of the most well-known from the recent past in this group history. This has demonstrated the terrible potential of obsessed fans.

According to a news report by Soompi, Woozi said: “We prepared this song because we wanted to express our gratitude to the fans.” (Omar, 2018).

A true fan is someone who respects their idols space and privacy while still supporting them. That concludes my analysis of this week's topic. Remember, you could be a fan of anything but be a respectful and responsible one. See you next time chingu!

References:

Koreaboo. (2018). Koreaboo. https://www.koreaboo.com/lists/13-disturbing-stories-sasaeng-fans-went-far-1/ ‌

Omar, A. (2018). (Showbiz) SEVENTEEN boys give Thanks and share quirky stories. [online] NST Online. https://www.nst.com.my/lifestyle/groove/2018/02/333737/showbiz-seventeen-boys-give-thanks-and-share-quirky-stories

[prnanayarquah]

"The GhG Story”: A Decade of Sacrifices

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"The GhG Story”: A Decade of Sacrifices

Nana Yaw Wiredu, the visionary behind OnePlay Africa, beautifully describes GhG as a musical circle, the very structure that holds the music industry together. In a recent interview with Plugz Africa, Fiifi Adinkra expressed his admiration for the team, stating that he could sense the passion behind their dream every time he visited.

For the general public, GhG is synonymous with the latest trends in music. From Renner’s electrifying reggae cover of Shatta Wale’s Ayoo, to TeePhlow’s powerful response to Strongman’s Charcoal in his track Preach, and even Ajeezay’s soul-stirring rendition of Master KJ’s Jerusalma Abenkwan, GhG has consistently delivered exceptional music experiences.

Known as “We Are GhG” in the digital realm, has evolved over the years, it is not just a platform for artists to showcase their talent. It has evolved over the years into a powerhouse of comprehensive music production, promotion and marketing. Anyone who has had the privilege of working with GhG can attest to the unwavering passion they have for music and the industry as a whole, the that drives this organization is none compared.

As Gymoff Hitfactory Group celebrates a decade of contributions to the music industry, it marks a rebirth of this incredible powerhouse. We invite you to join us on this exciting journey of educational content, developments in music, and industry insights.

Connect with us at @WeAreGhG on all social media platforms and become a part of the GhG community. Together, let us continue to shape the future of the music industry.

@weareghg

[hanbxnn]

Could u do another sugar daddy au but for lucifer 👉👈

coffee?

paring: lucifer x gn!reader tags: uni student reader, older lucifer, fluff(?), generally pg minus the very last part which is definitely suggestive-, tbh if not even sure if this can be considered a sugar baby au but wtv, he does gift u stuff tho (flowers, jewellery, clothes) notes: ayoo holyshi im sooooo sorry for the late response but im slowly getting back into my requests again <3 tysm for waiting ;;

lucifer wasn't particularly looking to sponsor anyone in mind. the mere thought never even crossed his mind until he had met you by pure chance.

he was invited by the university as a guest speaker for his billion dollar company, lucifer thought this would be a great way to give insight to his work ethics as well as expand the opportunities to build connections with young ambitious minds.

as he made a quick stop to the campus coffee shop, he pretended to glance over the menu as if he didn't get an espresso every single time. though this was a sly attempt to faint ignorance to the piercing gaze he could feel from your eyes. nothing that lucifer wasn't already used to, he was quite well known in the business world so being recognised outside was something he was accustomed to.

just as he was finished taking his order, he couldn't even find the time to pull out his credit card before you had reached out your offer to pay.

lucifer had all the thoughts to decline until he was met with your soft smile and determined eyes that told him 'no' was not an option.

deciding to entertain your antics, he gave you a nod of his head before you tapped your contactless against the machine as if it wasn't already centimetres away from the sensors. the smile you had rewarded him as you handed him his espresso was something so pure that lucifer knew that nothing in the world would be able to traded for.

the two of you conversed as you accompanied him to his guest lecture, exchanging ideas along with innovating questions along the way as well as in the midst of the lecture long after the session had started.

lucifer had found your passionate mindset something to be so rare and treasured, he had no issue with reaching out to you the moment the talk ended so that the two of you could exchange contacts.

at first the relationship started out as a mentor-mentee, where he was give you first hand experience in the working world while he could get your opinion on ways to improve the old-fashioned rules that were implemented before he took over.

somewhere along the way, lucifer found out that you were suffering with massive financial setbacks from trying to afford tuitions as well as just living on a day to day basis. he immediately stopped taking your offers to treat him to coffees the moment he knew that you were going heavy into your overdraft just to pay for a cup of beverage that was no bigger than the size of his palm.

though you thought nothing of it, money was something you could always earn back and this was something minor with your dreams set far far above you.

a little cup of coffee was nothing to you, not when you could spend time with the man you had admired for so long, picking at his brain with his personal stories and experiences.

this was when lucifer had proposed an idea where in exchange for your help, he would pay you a set 'wage' every month that you two met you.

it had took a lot of convincing before lucifer could finally crack down your walls into accepting a faction of his offer.

of course, even though you didn't take his money in full, he had no issue in spending the money on you in other ways.

the more you met up with each other, the more the two of your bonded over intellectual debates, challenging lucifer with your unconventional mindset that opened his eyes to a world of possibilities.

coffee meet ups turns into lunch, lunch to dinner and not long after, you guys started meeting up whenever the both of you had the free time; lucifer would never tell you that he would clear his schedule the moment he knew that you didn't have any plans.

though the relationship you had with lucifer wasn't normal in any sense, you couldn't be more grateful for everything that he had provided you with.

as natural as the leave change color in autumn, conversations drift from serious to lighthearted, echos of your laugh fill the emptiness that lucifer never knew he held in his heart, bringing warmth and color to his dull everyday life.

little rendezvous with each other were the times that you looked forward the most, from the most mundane settings where lucifer would sit down with you on the kitchen floor, sharing a tub of ice cream while he quizzed you on the topics on your upcoming exam.

it was only a matter of time before the two of you became infatuated with one another.

lucifer would gift you the most beautiful bouquet of flowers over and over again. you wondered at his impeccable timing of how he was able to always replace each bundle just before the withered. though you would dry out every single flower since you couldn't handle the thought of throwing any of them out.

little did you know, lucifer would keep a flower that reminded him of you from the bouquet and keep it at home so he would know whenever it was time to gift you a new one.

he clears every debt in your name, replacing every card in your wallet that lets you spend in excessive amounts, giving you the ability to purchase whatever you wanted or needed. though you would always feel guilty using his money, choosing to only use his card to buy little things like books and toothpaste for when lucifer would spend his nights in your cosy dorm room.

one thing about lucifer was that he was a prideful man.

he loved to see you in the accessories and clothing that he picked out specifically for you.

there was no way for you to deny his request for you knew full by the end of the night, he'd drape you in his finest jewels that complimented your complexion the best.

though lucifer thought that no jewellery looks as good on your body compared to his very own love bites that decorate your skin and like how no item of clothing would ever fit on your body compared to the way his hands fit around your waist.

and as he whispers pure confessions of love and endearment in your ears, he would convince you time and time again that you were worth more than he could ever give.

in a heartbeat, he would trade his entire fortune and possessions just for a mere moment that he could spend in your arms.

[icy-bluez]

Drunk In Love

Characters: Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Zhongli

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, suggestive

Synopsis: You getting drunk after winning a drinking game and get courageous with them.

A/N: Ayoo, sorry for being M.I.A for so long. I will post more often when all the annoyances in my life are gone...(I swear it's homework, not genocide.)

Kaeya:

"Kaeyaaaa!" You slurred as you saw your lover enter Angel's share.

A few heads turned towards you but lazily returned their heads onto their arms, already intoxicated.

"My, my..." He muttered worriedly. There was a drunk Rosaria and Lisa chattering away about something related to fish scales between lots of other Mondstadt citizens seated at the bar. Trying to drink away their thoughts and worries. Charles on seeing Kaeya enter the bar gave him a brief nod before resuming his duty of busily wiping glasses and mixing drinks.

"Baby, I missed youuu!..." You started excitedly, but stumbled upon the last syllables.

Kaeya made his way through the dimly lit bar that glowed a warm orange.

"Y/N, sweetheart, are you okay?" he softly brushed his hand through your hair pulling your seated form closer to him. You relaxed against the hard panes of his stomach in between his arms.

"We should get you home." he gently told you.

"Get...in my pants instead." you muttered. Kaeya almost choked on air.

"I would say, your wish is my command, if you were not dead drunk sweetheart." He teased.

"Mmm..."

You clung to him and smiled contently to yourself. You were adorable, simply adorable in his eyes.

"I love you Kaeyaa...." Your eyelids felt heavy. Drunk minds speak sober thoughts, Kaeya knew that from experience. From probing drunk people for information, from having too much of it himself. His heart filled with love.

Somewhere in the distance people giggled and called some couple adorable. But you didn't spare much thought, more like, you could'nt.

"Yeah I know sweetheart. Maybe we should go now?" 

"I'd go anywhere with you..."

"A flirting contest? Challenge accepted." He smiled.

The last thing you felt before falling asleep in Kaeya's arms was a kiss on your forehead. You never could see the deep blush colouring his cheeks as he exited the bar with cheers from behind and one wild Y/N in his arms.

You woke up to a splitting headache. Groaning, you turned to your side, shading your eyes with your hand. The curtain was open and the sunlight pouring in did nothing to soothe your annoyed mood. Why had you gotten so drunk yesterday? Wait, what happened?

"Feeling alright, love?" Kaeya's smooth voice drifted through the room along with clinking cutlery. 

"Feeling like my brain's fried." You muttered sleepily.

"Well, after that many drinks, it's a given, no?" The matress dipped and you shifted over to Kaeya's lap. Hugging his middle tightly as he placed something onto the table.

Chuckling, he brushed his hand through your hair. "I have to say, you were absolutely adorable yesterday but, I would ask you not to do something so dangerous again. Rosaria and Lisa were drunk too. Im guessing it was a drinking game?" He asked, concern giving way into his teasing tone. You nodded. Silence took over for a few seconds before Kaeya announced he had breakfast for you.

-----

"OH MY GOD, WHAT!?" you exclaimed after the blue eyed man finished retelling your antics from the past night, laughing at your reaction.

"Hahaha! I have to say, i enjoyed it quite a lot." 

"THAT IS EMBARASSING!"

"Surely not?"

"Kaeya!"

"Hahaha!"

The both of you tumbled down into the bed, kissing and laughing at each other, until exhaustion drove the both of you to sleep yet again.

Childe:

"Y/N..." Childe said, concern creeping into his faked, annoyed tone as you chugged yet another glass of alcohol. 

"I'm fine! Im completely fine!" You replied with a distinct laziness to your voice. Your movements were slow, all your former agility gone along with any good sense of logic. It was a speed drinking contest and you were determined to win. Each time a different contestant stepped up, the winners went onto the next round and now there were just two people left, you and a Fatui agent. Most people were badly drunk and either sprawled onto their tables or cheering the both of you on. 

The contest started, and even in your badly drunken state, adrenaline surged through you. Draining the last glass to the dregs, you banged it down onto the table and wiped your face, your hair flying and adding to the emphasis of your win. The Fatui.....was still drinking. Cheering burst out through the crowd. People gave out money regretting their bets. Some patting themselves on the back for good bets.

"I WON!" You exclaimed. You legs gave away and you fell into familiar arms. 

"You really should not have done that, but I'm surprised you can keep that all in." Childe remarked. The blaring lights and drunk people in the Pearl Galley ripping it of its usual calm atmosphere. There were supposed to be some events today and the drinking contents were one of those. You being you, decided to put a Fatui in his place who was accusing Childe or being the weakest and most irresponsible Harbinger.

"Come onn, that was funnn..." You laughed lazily as Childe pulled you closer to his chest. "That guy deserved his ego getting busted...and you're wayy better than the other Harbingers. I swearr. How could he ever say those things about you--"

A smile creeped up Childe's face as he heard you rant. No matter in what state you were, he seemed to want to keep you as close to him as possible. You always seemed beautiful to him.

"Aaarghhhh! He pisses me off!"

"He might not even remember it tomorrow, same goes for you." 

"Who caress, it's inner peace. I'd do anything for youu!"

"Now now, that's a dangerous thing to say."

"Why? I love you...how is that dangerous?" You slurred.

"Uh...y/n.."

"You're hot and sweet and salty all in one. Yeaahh."

"What!?"

"Ehehe..."

"What do you mean by salty? Huh? Im never salty." Childe laughed.

"You're salty and adorable every morning when i try to get out of bed early..." You declared.

"How did you get so flirty all of a sudden?" Childe covered his face. 

In a private corner of the luxurious ship, a couple clad in blood laughed and blushed at proclamations of love from each other.

-----

"My head hurts." You said, voice muffled from being buried in the crook of Childe's neck.

"I told you." He said before going back to fixing something he was tinkering with. 

"That's annoying."

"I gotta work babe."

"Work later."

"And? Do what instead?"

"Gimme attention."

What followed was a moment of silence, and your surprise. You were pushed down onto the bed, Childe climbing on top of you, smiling teasingly. 

"Please specify." He said, voice an octave lower, before pressing his lips onto yours.

Diluc:

"This is the exact reason why I despise alcoholic drinks. They aren't good for your body and the mouthful feeling of it is just disturbing, you ought to have grape juice instead--"

You nodded along, half listening to Diluc and half falling asleep. The elbow you used to prop up your cheek in going slack occassionally, making you jolt awake each time, just to nod off again.

Diluc stopped his scolding when he noticed.

"Y/N...are you okay?"

"Absolutely!..." 

"Archons..." Diluc walked over to you, a glass of water in his hand. The glass reflecting watery patterns on his hand because of the warm light of the bar. From somewhere beside you, Donna stared at Diluc longingly. Getting annoyed you decided you would do the one thing you always wanted to do. 

"Diluc, I love youuu!" You exclaimed as loud as and clearly as you could in your drunken state. You saw him stop, get as red as his hair and swallow, but your foggy mind had little sense of perception at that point. Venti, who was sitting at the table beside you chuckled.  

"Cute couple...ehe, *hick*." Donna's jaw dropped and she quickly scurried away from the table.

Diluc shoved the glass of water into your hand, not noticing what had just happened. "Drink. You need it." 

"Wha? No, I need youuu..." You extended your hands towards Diluc. He hesitated for a second before indulging you, albeit awkwardly, being the private man that he was. But the drunk you did not care about what anybody else was thinking. If you wanted a hug, you got a hug. Public, private, you did not care.

"Isn't she bold when she's drunk? Why not carry her to the roo--" Venti started before being interrupted by Diluc.

"I'll kick you out." 

"Hey noo...my wine...I don't want to leave you heree." 

You chuckled.

"You're going to have a bad headache tomorrow..." Diluc told you. Your face buried in his abdomen slowly looked up. He was beautiful...how was he so beautiful?  

"Then take care of mee...I love you so much..." 

Diluc was not sure how much more of this he could take, before his heart burst out of his chest. He pulled you closer to him, determined to keep you safe. Determined to protect the invaluable treasure that he had, and only him.

-----

"I hate myself..." You said, voice muffled from being buried in the pillow. You were lying face down on the bed, remembering the small bits of last night that you did not really want to remember.

"I hope I didn't annoy you...ugh that must have been embarrassing for you.....gah i hate myself..."

"Y/N."

"I know, if you want to scold me you can, I'm horrible."

"Y/N..."

"Wha?"

"Look at me."

You did, you looked at him, halfway raising your face from the pillow towards your side.

"What makes you think I didn't like that?" Diluc said. "And you also saved me from her." So he did notice Donna drooling over him.

"So you like it? Me flirting?"

"You're really going to make me say it?" He argued.

"Mm, that's good information." You said, before placing yourself on Diluc's lap and throwing your arms around his neck. His expression morphed from embarrassment to confusion.

"Y/N...? Mmnph--!"

Zhongli:

"This is the most reckless thing i have seen people do." Zhongli said to himself before stepping onto the small steps that lead to the stage where you and a whole lot of other people were drinking to their heart's content. Each trying to outdrink the other, trying to win whatever that was young people want these days. You had gotten swept away with the lot of other people who urged you to participate in the game. Even after Zhongli's logical protests of how it might be harmful, people managed to get you into the drinking game anyway.

And now whatever the prize was, you were dead set on winning it.

Zhongli had decided to stay close to you in order to protect you. He was not going to let such an extremely vulnerable you be in company of equally vulnerable people. It was too dangerous.

"GO Y/N! YOU'RE OUR TEAM'S LAST HOPE!" somebody exclaimed.

"Ahhh! They're so good at this!"

And people seemed to be really impressed by you.

The last contestant was down. You were the last man standing. You squealed out a "YES!" before steadying yourself against a table. You saw Zhongli quicken his pace and pop out through the crowd toward you.

"Why was this necessary, dear?" Zhongli asked, concern etched in his voice.

"For youuu!" You said. 

"For me?"

Somebody walked towards the both of you with an intricately designed box. You had a grin spread ear to ear on your face. Zhongli recieved the box from the person, letting out a polite thanks before turning to you and taking you both away from the crowd for some privacy.

"Can I ask what made you compete so seriously?"

"Come onnn, open and you'll...um...know the answerr..."

Zhongli pulled you to his chest and opened the box, immediately going silent at the sight of it. It was a gem, a rare stone that must have disappeared from the face of the earth long, long ago. A stone that held many memories, a beautiful assortment of colours that sparkled splendidly, the one he had talked about longingly for only a short amount of time but you had noticed the sadness in his voice.

"These guys are stupid, they don't know what this is...hehe." you chuckled.

"Must you go so far for me? I would say it was not worth endangering yourself over, my dear."

"Do you trust me?" You looked up at him, voice deeper and laziness etched in it.

"Of course I do."

"Then do you trust me when I say, I would go to the ends of the world and back for you? In sickness and in health..." You said. It didn't take more than a moment for Zhongli to understand what you were actually implying.

"I'd like those to be our engagement rings..." 

Zhongli stayed silent for a minute, adoration filling his heart before he kissed you softly.

"But of course, my love."

-----

"I should drink more often." You said.

"I would advise against it, dear." Zhongli replied. "Why exactly do you say so?"

"Provides courage."

[bonesandthebees]

AYOO!! wish i could have gone to the Lvjy concert, what was your favorite thing?

-👑 (king anon, not queen)

oh my god so much about it was amazing. you wouldn't expect it, but I had such a fun time waiting in the line! I was there for 8 hours and honestly it flew by because of all the other people waiting with me! (especially @firesnap she was amazing to hang with) (I'm always gonna remember the tequila)

but my favorite thing about the concert itself had to be how close we were. I mean I was literally pressed against the stage and had to step back multiple times so wilbur could walk over. he was RIGHT in front of us/right over our heads and just being so insanely close to the performance was an experience i'll never forget

(also ngl I think I forgot how to breathe for a bit when he was playing the ending guitar bit of the fall literally right above me)

[k0na-core]

Neil Anthony- Master of the Stars (Chance)

Ayoo a Ninjago OC/ Self Insert! Boy, aren't I cringe? I wanted to make one so badly and wanted to tie it to astrology which would be cool. So, this is my son, Neil. He joined the team post Crystallized (assuming nothing bad will happen to them while the season is airing) and he was under the control of the crystals (assuming that the crystals control people like zombies). He went to Master Wu for help to rid of the control and in addition to that, he started to train as a ninja. Unfortunately, the only thing Wu could remove was the control, sadly the crystals' power had bounded to his energy. It awakened a new ability in him, though. After a bit more research, he found out that Neil harnessed the power of stars: the ability to control or enhance chance and fate and also the ability to predict certain things. His abilities work like how you would use a skill to increase attack or defence of your team or enemies in RPG games. His abilities also effect the environment (chance of weather changes, tides, star alignments and such) but doing this takes a lot of energy, moving astral bodies by a few inches drains energy fast. Even a few inches can drastically change outcome which is why Wu trained him how to keep control.

The ninja were introduced to him at the monastery after all the events of crystallized went down and he became the new youngest of the team, being only 19 and was in charge of keeping villains at bay when the ninja are doing important missions. He was still new and so he spends most of his time training with Cole or Lloyd when they're free. Neil spends his spare time pranking and bullying Kai with Lloyd because he wanted to challenge his ego.

In combat, he would stay in front as defender with Cole because he has more defense overall (body build, embedded armor, his defence increase etc) and also because has a huge swinging axe. Though, one major problem is that he needs glasses or else he's basically blinded. When Neil gets knocked in the back of his head and his glasses fall off, the team are kinda at a loss of a defence system. He refuses to wear contacts because his eyes get irritated easily. He also has headphones on at all times while fighting, it not only makes it more fun but also because he attacks at a rhythm. The faster the song, the faster his attacks. Like DDR but he's kicking people. Neil can still hear the Ninja while fighting, obviously.

I made some sketches on what he and the team would do when they're not on missions. He and Nya would absolutely raid the pantry and drink all the alcohol available, his favourite is definitely Rhum. On his way back to the monastery from campus, he'd sleep alot on the train and miss stops all the time because he is so exhausted from fighting. Neil's favourite prank on Kai would be increasing chances of rain by 50% when Kai's outside with good clothes on or when he is on some date. It's even funnier when he doesn't bring an umbrella because they're in the middle of drought. He and Cole would talk about crystals, spiritual stuff and astrology on hours on end. He would often go shopping with Zane because the nindroid understands fashion like a critic. Neil being trans, get so much advice from Jay and Lloyd who have experience a lot about it. Jay was also nice enough to donate his binders to him too. Even though Kai is being relentlessly bullied all the time, he was still willing to forge his axe because of his big brother attitude. Every Sunday, he and Cole either bake a cake while headbanging to Metal or the girls (Pixal, Skylor and Nya) bring him and Lloyd to spa.

I think that's all I have for now. And yes, he did tell his parents he joined the ninja force, they were kinda shocked that Master Wu was willing to let him join. I might just make a comic on how this happened in some time but I think I wrote all the ideas I wanted. He did out himself to Cole when they told him that he was gay aswell so that's nice.

[shushiyuii]

Reunited (Subject T0m part 5)

AYOO PART 5! Woohoo! Angst time!~ :3

(Also I’m out of requests so feel free to send some! Also quick question, would you guys like a new au or more atlantic runaways?)

Warnings: Angst, almost injury and sadness 

Words: 1.9K+

Tommy sat next to Wilbur’s desk playing with shroud fiddling with his little arms whilst Wilbur worked on things like usual, things were definitely different between the two of them but not really in a good way.

The two were closer than before if that were somewhat possible, he still wasn’t able to tell Wil about his memories, but he’ll find to do so eventually, but he did notice something, despite being so close to Wilbur there close to nothing he knew of his home life, he knew it wasn’t bad since well, Phil was like a dad to him, he was a good man.

He had yet to ask Phil about his past despite their recent encounters, no moment felt like the right moment.

Tommy had actually been practising some handwriting, although bad was improving with each passing day and each day he showed Wilbur, Wilbur was able to better understand it so his plan was working, just not as quickly as he’d like.

Wilbur was also trying to periodically teach him sign language so that was an added bonus, just none of it came into use when wanting to discuss what he wanted since his vocabulary is still very limited.

He looked over to Wilbur who said he was going to arrange another meeting between him and Ranboo and he was beyond excited! Why? Because Ranboo was one of his very best friends in this facility besides his best pal Wilbur of course.

He whined for the attention of Wilbur, who looked over with a smirk, “What is it bud?”. He brought his hands out to sign but couldn’t think of anything to say. “Is it about Ranboo?”.

He nodded, “Dad said yes to it tomorrow, but there’ll be a new person. He’s a new intern, good friends with Ranboo apparently and needs more experience”.

He tilted his head for a moment then nodded, he wondered who this researcher was. But then Wilbur stretched out of his chair and yawned, seeming tired from the hard day of work.

Tommy responded by picking up Wilbur who looked confused for a moment but just went with it. He hadn’t notice Tommy change size. “I guess it’s sleepover day?”. He got a happy whine in response to that.

Tommy held Wilbur close to his chest as he sat down against the wall, both falling asleep.

The next day, the transportation officers arrived and Wilbur said it wasn’t necessary due to Tommy being friendly, they reluctantly agreed to it. So, for the first time Tommy was allowed into the facilities hallways to follow Wilbur to the destination.

He was mesmerised by how the hallways were architecturally designed, all the patterns looked fascinating, Wilbur had to make sure Tommy kept close and focused but always held a smile on his face.

Soon enough when passing through the facility there was a window that held coral and fishes, he’d never seen such fish before, all the colours were beautiful and soon somebody noticed him looking at the fish.

It wasn’t Wilbur, he had stopped to look back and see Tommy staring and allowed him to since there was now a person inside the tank, they had pink hair and a gorgeous pink tail along with it, with fish like qualities such as fins for ears, scaled claws, and fangs. They also had coral in their hair, which looked like a crown. To say the least she was beautiful.

“Hey Nikki!” the subject inside the tank looked over and waved at Wilbur, smiling. They also made a strange chirping sound, Tommy tilted his head to signify that he was confused, which Wilbur laughed. “Tommy, this is Subject N1KK1, also known as Nikki the mermaid, she’s Puffy’s subject if you remember me mentioning her”.

He remembered Puffy, from that dream and smiled, happy to have made a new friend along the way. “I’ll have to arrange a meeting between the two of you, if possible, Nikki is a sweetheart”. The mermaid on the other side heard and seemed to blush at the statement.

“We better get going now though, don’t wanna be late. We’ll see you around Nikki! Tell Puffy we said hi!”. Then made their way to the meeting cells.

When he arrived, he saw Ranboo sitting down nervously, sitting next to an individual he didn’t really recognise, he could only see the right side of his face which appeared to be scarred and somewhat long grown, fluffy, brown hair but their voice was very much familiar.

He saw Wilbur approach Phil who was sitting at a desk. “Hey, Dad!”, “Hey mate- wait- where’s your transportation officers?”. “Told them Tommy was well behaved enough to be taken by myself”. Phil sighed, “Wilbur, we still need to follow guidelines.”.

Wilbur huffed, “It’s not going to be all the time dad, Tommy can’t be held in there all day”. They both looked back to see Tommy staring at the two of them. “Hey mate! You doing alright?”. Tommy smiled and ran over to hug the man, who happily patted his head.

The three of them then made their way to meet up with Tubbo and Ranboo, which both looked up, Phil looked somewhat concerned at Ranboo, “You okay mate? Do you need time or something?”.

“I-I’m fine Phil, something just feels off…”. When Ranboo had a bad feeling like this it usually meant an enderwalk was coming, maybe they could stop it before anything happened.

Tommy whined worriedly at Ranboo and approached him carefully, embracing him into a hug. “Thanks Toms…”. “Toms?...”. Tubbo looked confused at the name choice, and both of them looked over to Tubbo.

“Oh right! Tommy you haven’t met Tubbo yet have you?”. Phil said excitingly, but he blacked out at that moment, he looked into Tubbo’s eyes who seemed just as shook, yep, they definitely recognised him…

“T-Tommy?...”. There were tears in Tubbo’s eyes, the other three looked beyond confused. Tommy didn’t move, instead thought of something and for reason spoke out the name, “B-big m-man…”. It was barely audible and distorted but Tubbo seemed to understand the tone of it.

“Tommy!” he rushed over and hugged the boy, he had forgotten how strong Tubbo was since he almost fell over but kept the two standing. “You idiot! I thought you were dead!”. A strange sound erupted from his chest, which seemed to be laughter and Tommy had his own tears in his eyes.

Phil had a look of shock on his face as he realised what this meant, “W-wait Tommy, do you remember?”. Tommy looked over to Phil and nodded, Phil’s face turned from one of shock to guilt. “Oh my..”. he couldn’t continue as he looked towards his concerned and worried son.

He sighed as he grabbed him by the shoulder and brought him close to his chest, rubbing his back soothingly despite not needing it, comforting Wilbur was a form of comfort to him, so it was only natural.

Tubbo cried for a while in Tommy’s arms, Ranboo came over to comfort the boy, despite not being able to do much because of Tubbo’s tears. “I-I thought…”. Tubbo tried to speak but Tommy continued to rub his back soothingly, comforting the boy as much as possible. The two were reunited.

After what seemed like a couple of hours, which in reality one hour. Tubbo had finally calmed to a point where he seemed pretty happy. He stood up and playfully punched Tommy in the arm, “How are you even alive?!” He smirked but the answer was already clear and Tubbo couldn’t care, he had his friend back.

Tommy playfully responded by growing in size slightly and pouncing on Tubbo, “Woah! You can do this now?!” Tommy smirked in response. Tubbo didn’t seem to mind the lack of speech from him as he smiled back.  The two heard Ranboo giggle behind them.

The three of them then looked to Phil and Wilbur, who was trying to comfort his father. Tommy carefully poked his back to get his attention, Phil looked to Tommy with guilt and went to speak, “Tommy I’m-“.

But Tommy put a finger to his mouth and smiled, signifying forgiveness. “Seems he forgives you Dad”. Phil looked back to his son and smiled, who smiled back. Then they were all grabbed by Tommy and held into a group hug.

But, the emotions of the day didn’t end there, as they were discussing, Ranboo began to walk jaggedly, not being to balance without the help of somebody and complaining of a headache.

Phil tried to reassure him to stay calm and level but that all changed when Ranboo let out a monster roar and his eyes glowed a bright purple. Ranboo was gone.

The ender walk Ranboo then teleported away, Tommy immediately panicked and tried calling out for Ranboo with his whines but got no response, which increased his worry. Then Phil took command.

“Okay, Wilbur go alert security to keep an eye out for Ranboo. Tommy, Tubbo could you help me find Ranboo please?”. As soon as that was said, both of them booked it out of the room, Phil tailing behind them trying to keep up. Whilst Wilbur went a different direction.

The two looked through many different hallways, none of them stopping, they ran into the security multiple times asking for any signs but were told they found none. They kept looking and re-entered the meeting room, they saw Ranboo there, but not in the same way he was different.

His arms were below his hips, his jaw seemed somewhat unhinged, his eyes glowed a bright purple, he was taller, his claws sharper, all the more terrifying. Phil motioned for the two to stay behind him as he went to approach Ranboo much to their reluctance.

Phil managed to get close enough to touch Ranboo, and carefully tapped his arm. Ranboo immediately turned around in alert and roared at Phil, raising his arm in defence.  

Before Ranboo could hit him though, Tommy ran over and blocked the attack by forming claws on his own arms and covering Phil.

Phil thanked Tommy as Phil tried to talk to Ranboo, despite being covered by Tommy. Ranboo eyes wandered around the room and looked over to Tubbo, who then disappeared from Phil and Tommy’s sight.

Both turned immediately to Tubbo, who Ranboo teleported over to. Tubbo flinched back but rather than attack Tubbo, Ranboo crouched onto his knees to appear at the same height as Tubbo, who made strange sounds that appeared friendly.

Tubbo approached carefully and raised his arm to touch Ranboo, Ranboo leaned into the touch happily whilst making another strange noise and began to purr. Soon after, he groaned and his eyes snapped open again, to see Tubbo’s hand to his face.

“What happened?”, which made Phil laugh. “Enderwalk mate.”. Ranboo ‘oh’ed at this fact and looked down.

Then Ranboo’s form reverted to what it once was and despite all that, the four settled down and talked, which Wilbur joined soon after with panic as he saw the security feed, worried if Tommy got hurt, which he didn’t much to Tommy’s relief.

Then Phil talked seriously to the four of them about the facilities secrets and all of them were sworn to secrecy.

Wilbur and Tubbo were shocked at this fact but surprisingly okay with it nonetheless since, without it, Tommy and Tubbo wouldn’t be together again and they would all never have met.

[siningxbeauty]

{Ayoo..The Akechi in my asks, you’re doing a lovely job. I haven’t had this much of an interactive experience with an Akechi in a long while! Thank you for coming around and giving my sheep the time of day. <3 

[angelicyoongie]

desolate (5)

— summary: you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so, you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

— pairing: cat hybrid yoongi x human reader

— genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut

— word count: 2.8k

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You feel like your brain has short-circuited as you stare at the hybrid in front of you. The first thought that hits you is how badly you’ll have to grovel at Jihyo and Sana’s feet for not believing the dog hybrid.

“How?” Your legs are shaking as you lean heavily against the front door, every muscle in your body still on high alert.

“What do you mean, how?” Yoongi tilts his head. The narrowed gaze that peaks out from between his long bangs makes it seem like he wonders if you’re a little dumb for not comprehending what’s in front of you immediately.

“But you’re a cat! Not a human,” You squeak.

“Yes, I’m a cat. But, I’m also human. I believe the correct term you’re looking for is a hybrid,” Yoongi quirks his eyebrows. It’s hard to make out his face properly in the low-lit hallway, but there’s no denying the pure smugness that seems to be radiating off him.

Your mind clings to the familiarity of the sassy attitude you’re used to getting from your cat, and you try to force down the building panic as you narrow your eyes right back at him.

“Well I can see that,” You reach up to gently flick against his fluffy cat ear, your annoyance temporarily winning over your anxiety. Yoongi drops his hands from your shoulders with a disgruntled sound. A threatening hiss slips past his lips at the audacity you have to touch his ear as he reaches up to cover it from any further assault.

“What I don’t understand is why my cat is a hybrid, when that’s not what I adopted,” Yoongi’s cool demeanour cracks for a second as you see a flash of unease pass through his expression. You aren’t sure if he’s embarrassed on being called out for lying to you, or if it’s something .. else.

“Does it matter?” Yoongi takes a step back as he crosses his arms, his posture tense and defensive.

“Does it matter?!” You echo, a bubble of hysteria forcing its way up your throat.

“Of course it matters, Yoongi! I adopted a cat for a reason. I can’t take care of a hybrid,” The reality of the situation sets in as the words leave your lips. You can’t take care of a hybrid. You can’t take care of Yoongi.

Yoongi tsk’s at your words. “You’ve been taking care of me just fine,” He shrugs, but even you can see that he looks too thin and pale. His way too prominent collarbones are peeking out of the dark sweater he’s wearing, and your sweatpants look too loose on him.

Wait–

“Are you wearing my clothes?” You surge forward on shaking legs to grip at the material of Yoongi’s sweater, your sweater, and the hybrid only rolls his eyes.

“Why? Would you prefer it if I was naked? Because I can make that happen,” Yoongi smirks; eyes looking down at you with such cockiness you can only gape at him in return.

You’ve never encountered someone so brazen before, and you don’t have the quick comebacks Yoongi seems to have an endless supply of. You feel a little out of your depth, in more ways than one.

Yoongi unfurls his arms to grip the hem of the sweater when you stay quiet, and it’s only when you start to see a sliver of pale skin that you jump into action.

“Don’t take off your clothes!” You forcefully tug the material back down, embarrassment staining your cheeks red as you avoid meeting his gaze.

“You’re giving me mixed messages here,” You see Yoongi roll his eyes out in your peripheral vision. You wonder if that’s his default reaction.

“I just asked if they were mine, I didn’t tell you to take them off!” You rub your temple tiredly, the exhaustion of the long day at work finally starting to catch up with you.

“Of course I’m wearing your clothes, it’s not like I have my own,” Yoongi sneers, lips pulled back in distaste as he watches you.

You ignore the bad feeling you get in your stomach at his words. You didn’t know he was human – how were you supposed to provide it for him? You can’t believe you’re essentially fighting your cat about clothes. This for sure wasn’t how you expected the day to end.

“Let’s just move to the living room,” You gesture weakly down the hallway. Yoongi studies you for another second before he spins around and leaves, giving you a few seconds alone to wrap your head around what has happened.

You shrug off your coat, taking a deep breath before you follow after him. There are a million thoughts and questions racing around in your head, but there’s really only one person that can give you the answers to them.

Yoongi is sat on the couch, back leaning against one of the sides, and one leg crossed under the other. His eyes are glued to your form until you take a seat on the other side of the couch, your posture painfully straight and tense.

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you,” Yoongi huffs, reaching up with a pale hand to run it through his bangs. He needs a haircut, you think.

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” You mumble, but you can see his cat ears twitch, and you don’t doubt he heard you perfectly.

“Then why are you so tense?” Yoongi grumbles as he grabs one of the pillows on the couch, squeezing it to his chest. He really isn’t that much taller than you, but his attitude was so confident that you felt tiny out in the hallway. When you see him like this however – he seems smaller than he did before. He seems .. vulnerable.

“I told you Yoongi,” The fluffy tail laying down the side of the couch gives a lazy twitch as you say his name.

“I can’t take care of you. You’ve been staying in your cat form for way too long and it isn’t healthy. Look at how thin you are,” You give him a pained expression, guilt brewing in your stomach as he winces.

“The food you eat when you’re a cat obviously isn’t enough to actually feed you, and I don’t think I earn enough money to feed two mouths,” Actually, you know you don’t earn enough to provide for the both of you, but it feels terrible to say it. It feels like you’re letting him down.

Yoongi’s shoulders slump, ears flattening against his head as he looks out into the room.

“So you’re kicking me out?” His voice is emotionless, but you notice how his hands are curled into tight fists around the hem of your sweater.

Yes, yes, yes. You can’t take care of somebody else when you barely have the means to care for yourself.  It’s unrealistic. It’s plain stupid. But ..

“I don’t know,” You sigh. “You don’t need to leave right away, okay? You can continue to live here until I can figure something out.”

Yoongi nods, eyes still not meeting yours. The force behind his grip has lessened however, and his hands don’t look so deadly white anymore.

“Let me get some dinner ready, and then we’ll talk. You have some explaining to do,” You feel Yoongi’s eyes track you until your slip around the corner. You didn’t expect him to answer, but you’re pretty sure you hear a soft okayjust as you disappear from his sight.

.

You both eat in silence. You thought it would be awkward, but it feels strangely familiar. Of course, you’re technically still eating dinner with the same creature, but cat Yoongi and human Yoongi are two very different forms.

“So ..” You being as Yoongi sets down his plate on the coffee table. “Explain. How did you end up at the shelter as a cat?”

Yoongi narrows his eyes at you, and for the first time you’re stricken with how pretty they look, how nicely his eyelashes frame his dark gaze.

“It’s not that hard,” He scoffs.

“I just made sure I acted like I couldn’t understand what they were saying, and didn’t react to any of the normal tests they do. It’s pretty easy to fly under the radar when you know what reactions they’re looking for,” Yoongi shrugs. You want to ask how he knows how to avoid it, but you bite your tongue.

“I just didn’t shift, and after a week they didn’t even think twice about me being a hybrid. Humans really aren’t that smart,” He gaze is pointedly locked at you as he wrinkles his nose in distain.

You let out a harsh breath through your nose, trying your best not to give in and start a fight. It’s pretty obvious that it’s what he’s after as he stares you down, chin slightly upturned.

“So Yeonjun doesn’t know?” You ask.

“Yeonjun doesn’t know. Nobody knows. And nobody can,” Yoongi bites, the raw panic flashing in his eyes making you feel uneasy. Why is he so adamant about hiding who he is?

“.. O-okay,” You stammer, as you realize he’s waiting for you to give him a verbal confirmation you won’t tell anyone else about him.

“But why all the secrecy Yoongi? Wouldn’t it have been better to go to the shelter as a hybrid and get properly adopted by someone who can actually care for you?” He shakes his head.

“I can’t.” You’re about to ask why when he shoots you a glare, your mouth snapping shut so fast it makes your jaw ache.

Yoongi’s tail is swishing back and forth, and the little snap the end of his tail does at every turn makes you realize how annoyed he really is. You’ve seen him do the same motion a few times when you pet him past what he wanted you to. From experience you know he’s not far away from hissing at you to make you stop doing whatever you’re doing, whether that’s petting or asking too many questions.

“Alright,” You finally relax against the couch, too tired to keep interrogating him. He’s not off the hook, but you can tell he isn’t willing to talk about it right now – whatever it is that he’s keeping from you.

“How long were you planning on keeping me in the dark?” You ask.

Yoongi’s jaw clenches.

“You weren’t supposed to find out either,” His voice is monotone as he stares down at his hands, fingers picking at the skin around his thumb.

“I wasn’t ..” You still against the couch, the breath you’ve sucked in refusing to expel out again. If he didn’t mean to reveal it, then it means he was planning on staying in his cat form .. forever?

Even you know how harmful it would be for him to stay shifted for at least two thirds of the day, and not to mention the fact that he would never actually get enough food. Your stomach lurches.

“Yoongi, you would’ve ended up killing yourself,” You whisper, voice breaking as you realize the slow torture he must’ve been putting himself through these last weeks, or maybe even months, considering all the time he spent at the shelter before you picked him up.

Yoongi rests his eyes on you again, the cold indifference boring straight through your soul.

“Maybe.”

You turn your head away, desperate to look away from the indifference he seems to have in regards to his own life. You stare at the wall in front of you until the burning in your eyes goes away. At this rate, it feels like Yoongi could’ve scoffed at you if you cried.

“Then why did you reveal yourself? If you weren’t planning on letting me find out,” You try to steer the topic back on something you hope is less heavy, something you hope you’ll be able to stomach better on low sleep and with a building headache.

“Lapse in judgment. I thought you weren’t coming back,” You wonder if Yoongi woke up with the need to kick your heart with every word today, because that’s surely what it feels like.

“Why would you think that?” You itch to reach out and comfort him, but you know him well enough to know that it will do more harm than good.

“It’s Sunday. You never leave home at the weekends, and suddenly you were gone when I woke up, and you didn’t come home until almost midnight. I figure you had just left,” Yoongi lips are in a thin line as he shrugs, the two actions such a contrast you aren’t really sure if he’s really that indifferent or not.

“I’m so sorry Yoongi, if I had known I would’ve told you,” You mutter. A lot of things would have been different if you had known. But you didn’t. And sadly, you can’t change anything about it.  

Yoongi doesn’t say anything else, and you’re not sure what else to do. Your chest hurts, and you feel like you haven’t slept in a week. You can’t remember the last time you had a day that was so emotionally draining as this. You throw a glance at the phone you’ve placed on the coffee table, your eyes feeling heavier by the second as you realize how late it has become.

“Let’s talk more about this later, okay? I have work again tomorrow,” You give him what you hope is a soft smile, but everything just feels so forced and terribly off that you’re not sure if it’s a smile or a twisted grimace.

“Sure,” Yoongi agrees.

Your sleep depraved brain picks up on the almost soundless footsteps trailing behind you to your room, but you don’t realize Yoongi has been following you until you turn around to close the door, and find yourself face to face with pink lips.

“Uh Yoongi? Why are you following me?” “To go to sleep?” He accentuates the words, an eyebrow raised as he cocks his head at you. His pupils look slightly bigger with the darkness spilling from your room, and you feel a shiver travel down your spine as he locks eyes with you. The ears and tail aside, it never stops catching you off guard just how much he actually acts like a cat. The mannerisms are almost a little eerily when he looks so human.

“Yeah, I’m going to sleep in my bed. You’re not. I was just getting some blankets for the couch,” You pray the low light hides the awkward flush on your face. Did he really think he was still sleeping with you tonight?

“Oh,” Yoongi’s face falls blank. You swear you see hurt flash through his eyes, but you hope it’s just a trick of the light.

“Right, that’s why I’m here. To get the blankets,” He scowls. Yoongi’s expression is sour as he looks down at you with challenging eyes, as if he’s waiting for you to call him out and expose him.

“Right,” You echo, quickly stumbling over to your closet to find some bedding for the cat hybrid. You feel a little bad that you’re making him sleep outside in the living room where it’s much colder, but it’s not like he can sleep with you. It was different when he was just a cat, but this Yoongi? You don’t know him. Frankly, you’re not sure if you should really trust him.

Yoongi snatches the blankets from your hands as soon as you reach him, turning on his heels to stalk back to the living room. You close the bedroom door with a sigh, leaning your forehead against the cool wood. You have a feeling you won’t get much sleep tonight.

.

You don’t waste any time getting into bed. Despite the exhaustion in your bones, you end up tossing and turning for way too long. You don’t know what to do about Yoongi. Should you give him back, should you let someone else care for him, can you care for him? Do you even want to?

You think you must’ve fallen asleep at one point, because when you groggily wake up to turn to the other side, you find a mass of black fur next to you. Your mind slowly registers that Yoongi is back in your bed, the cat curled up into a little ball on top of your comforter. You should probably throw him out, but he just looks so small and soft, tiny snores escaping his mouth at each exhale.

You tell yourself you’ll just deal with it in the morning instead, and that you’re too tired to get up now. That it has absolutely nothing to do with the rush of affection you feel in your body as he hugs his tail underneath his paw, or the twinge of sadness in your chest as you realize Yoongi has been alone for so long.

You burrow down deeper into your sheets, eyes lulling closed as you watch Yoongi sleep peacefully. You’re totally unaffected, you promise yourself.

Too bad you’ve never been a good liar.

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Scarlet & Hazel | Ch. 4

pairings: hoseok x reader x yoongi

genre: fluff, very light angst, smut (future)

warnings: mentions of physical abuse

word count: 5.3k

chapters: ch.1, ch.2, ch.3, ch.4

summary:

Just cause you’re living paycheck to paycheck in a tiny apartment even after graduating college doesn’t mean you’re not happy. So what if your best friend is working her dream job making close to six figures every year?  So what if she’s in a loving, committed relationship with her perfect boyfriend that you’re 99% sure is going to propose to her sometime next year? It doesn’t matter that your idea of a perfect relationship is a $9.99 bottle of wine on Friday nights while you binge watch Netflix specials.

Ok so maybe you’re a teensy bit miserable. Maybe you have no idea what you’re doing with your life. Maybe all you need to do is accidentally cross paths with two hybrids who will drastically change that.

Meet “Scarlet” and “Hazel”, two of the most gorgeous hybrid men you have ever laid eyes on. With their help, you learn that life is an adventure, a roller-coaster with ups and downs, and you were too preoccupied with yourself to climb out of your own predicament. And hey, you’re not much of a romantic, but with these two, you just might change your mind.

a/n: Y/N gets the surprise of her lifetime today! Also to clarify, The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly is an old cowboy movie with a very famous theme song (just in case some people don’t get the reference). Thank you for being patient! Please let me know if you have any questions or concerns!

tag list: @wilhelminalucinda @ghostkat23 @ayoo-bangtan @sadgurllayha 

How come whenever you’re excited for something, time purposely slows down?? It’s like the weekend can’t come fast enough. Each day feels like a whole week and each hour stretches like two. You swear the clock hanging on the wall of your clinic has some sort of personal grudge against you, the second hand moving at the pace of a snail.

You’re currently on the last two hours of your shift. The hustle and bustle of morning appointments have died down but that doesn’t stop the constant train of incoming calls. You wonder if there’s an award out there for maintaining a professional voice after getting asked stupid questions, because you deserve that award, exhibit A being the person you’re dealing with right now. You pick at your nails while you balance the work phone on your shoulder.

“Sorry ma'am we’re actually a hybrid clinic so no, I can’t put your son down for a checkup. Mhm. Mhm. Uh huh.” You peel off a hangnail and flick it into the trash can under your counter. “I understand you're frustrated but none of our doctors specialize in human treatment. May I suggest the hospital? Ok have a good day now. Bye.”

You hang up as a string of expletives are leaving the receiving end of your phone. What part of ‘hybrid clinic’ did she not understand?

You lean back into your office chair, vowing for the 100th time to invest in one of those lumbar support pillows for your poor, aching body. Checking today’s schedule, you see that a first-time client should be coming in any minute now. Her voice had sounded eerily familiar when she called all those days ago, but you didn’t bother to think twice.

Right on cue, you hear the clinic door open. A very familiar arctic fox hybrid is ushered in by her impatient owner.

“Hurry up won’t you! We don’t have all day!” 

Yep. That’s blondie alright.

Sylvia has already recognized you, giving you a small smile when her owner isn’t looking. You’re shocked by her appearance, small cuts and bruises adorning her face and a noticeable bandage around her left wrist. You smile back, trying to make her feel as comfortable as possible.

Blondie hasn’t noticed your presence yet, currently rummaging through her gigantic purse for a pen. She freezes when she finally looks up, making eye contact with you.

You both narrow your eyes like it’s some sort of cowboy showdown in the old west, theme song from The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly playing in the background. If it weren’t for the counter in front of you you’d probably be slowly circling each other, hands ready to draw your pistols from your holsters.

Except it’s the 21st century and all you can do is clench your jaw and offer her a steely glare.

“What are you doing here?” Blondie is the first to break the silence.

“I work here,” you say matter of factly.

“Don’t you own hybrids?” Her voice is menacing, but it doesn’t mask her confusion. “How can a receptionist afford two hybrids?”

“I’m here on my off time cause I have nothing else to do.” You find it so much easier to lie to her now that you’ve successfully done it before. No harm in stretching your little fable.

Blondie huffs, having no rebuttal ready.

“Anyways, I need you to fill this out here.” You decide not to push her temper further since you’re at work and need to act civilly. You hand her the basic information form and contact the doctor about their arrival. 

While blondie is busy filling out the paperwork, you make quick eye contact with Sylvia, mouthing a silent ‘are you ok?’ to her. She gives you a tense nod but nibbles on her bottom lip and shifts her pupils in blondie’s direction. You can’t forget that look on Sylvia’s face, one of desperation and misery, and you want so badly to pull her out of this situation.

Blondie finishes and hands the papers back to you. You glance down and find her name on the forms. “And Karen,” of course her name is ‘Karen’, “how did Sylvia get these injuries?”

A flicker of panic flashes across her features but it instantly disappears into a frown. 

“She fell down the stairs.” Karen snaps, then proceeds to tap her foot impatiently. “Well? I’ve got an appointment??”

You sigh and swallow down the urge to talk back. “Dr. Lao is ready for you. Just head down the hall and into the office on your left.” 

Karen puts her pen back in her purse, then grabs her fox by the elbow and pulls her down the hallway, out of sight. When they disappear, you sit back and take the time to process what just happened.

You don’t believe for one minute that Sylvia fell down the stairs. Her injuries seem obviously inflicted by another person, most likely Karen, but you don’t want to jump to conclusions. Since you have no proof, you can’t really report the issue. Also you’re well aware of how corrupted Hybrid Services are and you don’t want to leave Sylvia in their hands. 

The phone rings, bringing you back to your senses. Oh yeah, I’m still at work. You remind yourself to google some safe hybrid help centers when you get home. There’s nothing you can do now but you’ll be damned if you won’t try.

The two emerge from the checkup after an hour or so. Karen turns to your counter, face still in her signature scowl as she approaches you.

“I need to schedule a second appointment.” Her tone sounds a little stiff, as if she didn’t want this outcome. “Sylvia will need another checkup for her wrist.” Her entire demeanor is suspicious to you at this point. When you met her for the first time, you were only focused on getting her to stop bothering your two hybrid friends. You regret not noticing her obvious physical aggressiveness.

As the two head out, Sylvia turns back and gives you a small ‘bye’. You melt at how cute she is despite all her injuries. You give her one last wave, determination welling up inside.

You head home and immediately dive to your laptop. Sylvia’s next checkup isn’t till two weeks later so you want to use that time to become as productive as you can in finding the numbers of various hybrid centers. Even though your work revolves around hybrids, you have no personal experience helping any of them out of trouble so you need the advice of professionals. You have no idea what any of these centers can do and you’re aware that your lack of information means you’re starting from scratch but you refuse to sit by and do nothing. Not when something fishy is obviously going on.

You’re surprised to find no decent hybrid centers, even though you live in a pretty big city. Most seem like shady adoption centers that put in the bare minimum amount of effort in taking care of and re-homing their hybrids. One center was so repulsive you’re surprised they’re legally allowed to operate. You click on their ‘About’ page for shits and giggles and the description makes you want to gag. ‘Having problems with your hybrid? Don’t worry! Call this number and we’ll take them off your hands!’ What the actual fuck!? It’s like one of those junk collecting commercials where they take away your old furniture except they’re talking about living, breathing hybrids, not an old refrigerator. This goes to show how little the government actually cares about hybrids and you find yourself involuntarily clenching your fists.

After a few websites that lead nowhere, you stumble across one for a Hope Hybrid Center that seems promising. The description indicates how they’re dedicated to the ‘safety and comfort of all hybrids without discrimination’. The only catch is that the particular center in your city has just been built and will not open till later this week. Nevertheless, you decide to trust this location since there are several other branches under the same name littered across the country that all have raving reviews. You bookmark the page and remind yourself to contact their main call center tomorrow.

You don’t know what’s come over you. It’s true you’ve always had a soft spot for hybrids, and you’ve always been in full support of every new law that passes, bringing them closer to citizenship. But you’ve never been this passionate about personally helping them. It’s a good feeling, being actively involved in something you care about. Saving your two hybrid friends two months ago has really opened your eyes to what human bystanders can do. Every action, big or small, can have an impact and you mentally scold yourself for not being aware of your surroundings previously. Oh how ignorant you were.

The rest of your research is futile, and you end up closing your laptop with a sigh of defeat. This is all you can do right now. Who do you think you are? Some sort of vigilante? What power do you have to make any change?? You’re just one silly receptionist against the big bad world.

Before you start mentally beating yourself up even more, you close your eyes and remember the image of Sylvia’s face. She looked so hopeless, so resigned to her fate, that all your self pity dissipates. Whatever miserable situation you’re in, you know she’s probably experiencing something ten times worse.

You think about bringing this run-in up with Scarlet and Hazel but you chicken out last minute. They’ve been pretty busy on the days leading up to your dinner doing god knows what. They’ve been polite enough to reply to you but you can tell from the short, quipped answers they supply that they have other things going on right now. You know that they’re not doing this on purpose so it doesn’t bother you too much, but you do miss the comic relief they provide in your hectic life. Guess you’ll tell them all about it when you see them on Saturday.

The last thought in your head before you shut your eyes is to call the Hope Hybrid Center as soon as you go on break tomorrow.

“Hi! Thank you for calling the Hope Hybrid Center! This is Jodie speaking, how can I help you?”

“Uh, hi yes!” Jeez why are your palms so clammy? It’s just a phone call, you do these everyday! “My name is Y/N and I was wondering if you can help me with a couple questions about hybrids, if that’s ok?”

“Of course!” Jodie sounds all peppy and excited. You wish you still had her energy when you do your customer service calls. You were like her for only a brief period all those years ago when you began at the clinic. Boy did that die down fast.

“Um,” You’re not really sure where to start. Do you just straight out say someone is hurting their hybrid? That might sound a little too accusatory. “What do I do if I think someone is abusing their hybrid? Like I have no proof but I still feel like it’s happening?” You’re not used to doing things behind other peoples’ backs, even for someone as awful as Karen, and it’s got your entire body erupting in cold sweat. You mentally reprimand yourself. I’m trying to help. This is for a good cause.

“That’s a good question.” Jodie’s voice is reassuring, like she can hear the nervousness of your tone through the call. “There are several things you can do actually! The first thing we recommend you do is observe their behavior as much as you can and try to record or take note of any signs of aggression displayed by the supposed abuser. This can be used in case any legal action is taken.”

“Uh huh.” You reach into your purse and grab your handy dandy little notebook, pull out the pen stuck in the spiral, and quickly flip to a random blank page to jot down everything she says.

“Now if you want to take direct action, that can be a little riskier but it is possible. The best option is to take one of our unique business cards and pass that along to the hybrid in need.”

“Unique business cards…?” She lost you there.

“Yes. You can find them at each of our shelters or we can mail them to you.” She answers fast, and you have a feeling she’s used to this question. “Each of our business cards contain an emergency phone number, a security code, and are coated with a unique scent that is virtually undetectable by humans. When the number is called, our first question is to ask for the security code, then confirm the matching scent of their business card. These cards work best with the majority of hybrids that contain a heightened sense of smell, such as the mammalian hybrids. We may need to adjust for certain bird or aquatic species that rely on other senses.”

Your writing arm is sore from taking all this down but you pause to answer Jodie. “She’s a fox hybrid, so that should be ok I think?”

You hear a large sigh of relief over the receiver. “Ok that makes things a lot easier.” Her tone switches to serious once again. “But remember this can only be done if the hybrid is willing to contact us in the first place. Beyond that, someone will have to catch them in the act of abuse and that can be very hard to do.”

You nod your head in agreement, forgetting that she can’t see you. “I understand. There’s a small chance this may just be nothing but I want to try and help at least.”

“That’s awesome! It takes a lot of guts to report these issues and you’d be surprised how many people let them slide under their noses.” She’s so encouraging that for a short, sweet moment, you envision the whole plan falling into place. You can see it now, a happy Sylvia free from her oppressive captors. Wow they really do a good job. Jodie deserves a raise.

“Thanks Jodie that means a lot!” You shake your sore arm, trying to relieve the pain. “I might need you to mail me a business card since the Hope Hybrid Center in my city isn’t open yet.”

“No problem! I’ll just need your full name, an email and phone number, and your address.”

You relay all your information over. By the time the call is finished, you have a whole 2 minutes left on your lunch break. You look down at your untouched PB&J sandwich and cry internally. It’s for a worthy cause you repeat again and again in your head like a mantra.

Friday. Finally. This week has been the longest you’ve experienced since midterm week of college. You received a package from Hope Hybrid Services this morning and it’s currently sitting on your bedside table. You won’t need to open that up till Sylvia’s next appointment.

You power through another hectic day at work, motivated by the prospect of seeing your two friends in person tomorrow. Both boys are now well aware of your work schedule and take extra care not to text you until you’re off.

5pm rolls around and your phone vibrates just as you enter your car and buckle your seat belt. You check and see that it’s from ‘Hazel’s Nuts’, your favorite groupchat. You gun it towards your apartment, wanting to reply to them in the comfort of your own home. You must have made it in record time and you’re surprised you didn’t get a speeding ticket. Listen, you aren’t the best driver out there but no one’s died on your watch so you count that as a win. When you arrive home you immediately jump onto the couch and unlock your phone.

Hazel: Hi Y/N. Sorry we’ve been so busy this week but we’re excited to see you tomorrow

You: that’s ok! I figured you were occupied

Hazel: Yep. Had to take care of some stuff but we’re all set now

Scarlet: Y/N!!!!!!! I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOOUUUU

Scarlet: (excited emojis)

You: Same!!!

Hazel: Oh yeah

Hazel: We’re meeting at La Cucina Classica tomorrow btw

You let out a small gasp of surprise. No fucking way?! La Cucina Classica is one of THE most expensive restaurants in your city. You’ve never stepped foot inside their doors because they’re usually booked months in advance. Karli’s lucky ass managed to eat there once before and she described the food as, and you quote, ‘orgasmic’. How on earth did they manage to nab a spot there?

You: No way! Really?

Scarlet: Yes way!!

You: how the hell did you manage to get a table???

Hazel: We pulled some strings

You: omg u mysterious boys

Scarlet: We promise to tell you everything tomorrow!! <3

You: ok! but don’t feel obligated or anything

You: i trust u guys

Hazel: Good

Hazel: So tomorrow. 7pm

Scarlet: Oh yeah! Also dress nice

You: you bet! It’s a fancy place so i can’t let them know i’m secretly poor

Hazel: Lol

Hazel: I have to make a call for work so bye for now Y/N

You: bye kitty

Scarlet: See you tomorrow! I can’t wait!!!

You: me too!! 

You: bye!

You set your phone down and whisper to yourself. “What does he mean by ‘work’? They have jobs??”

And they got a table at La Cucina Classica by ‘pulling some strings’, like it was no big deal to them?! Oh my god do you need answers!

You wake up promptly at 9am.

Why? Because it’s #SelfcareSaturday. And this has nothing to do with seeing the boys in person tonight at 7pm. Nothing at all.

You usually have a lot of shit to say about how crappy your little apartment is but today you’re feeling thankful because your dingy bathroom comes equipped with a little tub. You have a bath bomb that was a birthday gift from one of your college friends and you pray these things don’t expire (they do lol) because you’re about to crack this baby open for the first time.

You’ve still got 9 hours, 23 minutes, and 16 seconds till dinner tonight but who’s counting? Not me, you think as you slowly sink into the rainbow-colored tub water. The atmosphere is perfect. You’ve lit up two of your scented candles and have a lofi hip hop playlist on shuffle. You should really do this more often except, you know, water bills.

Right after bath time you decide to do one of your more elaborate skincare routines, hoping to remove the stress and fatigue from your face after a week of work. You facetime Karli so you’re not alone during the whole process.

“Hi Y/N!!” Karli’s face pops up onto the screen. It’s a little more blurry than usual and the sunlight is harsh behind her so she must be outdoors. “Why is your face all glittery?”

“Oh this?” You point to your cheeks. “Remember that fancy Japanese face mask I bought when I got my holiday bonus?”

“Oh yeah! But you said you’d only open it for a special occasion. Unless,” then she comes to a conclusion. “is it for the boys??”

“No!” You correct her too fast. “I mean yes, but also no.” There’s a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “Sometimes a girl just wants to treat herself…”

“Sweetie, your idea of treating yourself is ordering takeout and drinking wine on the weekends, but I’m not gonna pressure you.” Karli sure loves to tease.

“Shut up you don’t know me,” you pout. You’re furiously red at this point.

“Au contraire, I know you too well. You’re like that mole I have on my left ass cheek, I’ll never get rid of you.”

Classy.

“True.” She’s not wrong. You two have been through thick and thin and everything in between. It’ll take divine power to separate you now.

“Oh yeah good thing you called! I’ve got some news!” She’s raising her voice since the background noise of traffic behind her is a little deafening. 

You tilt your head, a question forming on your lips. Is it about the wedding?

“Remember that Bryce guy?”

You do now, since she brought him up. But it does bring back a few embarrassing memories. “Yeah?”

“Well he told me he has a football game coming up so he’s probably gonna text you soon to ask if you can go.” 

“I forgot I said yes to that,” you wince as you suddenly remember that night.

“I mean, you can always let him down gently,” Karli suggests.

“No, I shouldn’t. That would be mean. I did agree to go.” Just admit it. You don’t like disappointing people. 

“Ok girl, if you say so.” She doesn’t push you, probably cause it looks like she’s hurrying somewhere. “Ugh I promised to meet my coworkers for lunch but why did I wear heels downtown!”

“I don’t know girl, sounds like a ‘you’ problem.” You snicker at her.

“Hey don’t be fucking rude!” She quotes that famous Kim Kardashian meme perfectly.

“Stop! Don’t make me laugh too hard!! It’s gonna mess up my face mask!” You’re trying to keep your face still but it’s damn near impossible at this point.

The rest of the day you spend pampering yourself, the whole nine yards. You even booked an appointment with the nearby nail salon after one glance at your unkempt cuticles. God you’re a mess. All you had today was a salad you picked up after your nail appointment because you want your stomach to prepare itself for the gorging you’re about to do tonight.

As the evening approaches, you hunt in your closet once again for appropriate dining attire. The words ‘dress nice’ echo in your head. This time you do open your ho drawer, because you remember having some sort of shimmery dress that isn’t too bad and can probably pass for being presentable in such a fine dining environment. You reach into the furthest corner and finally feel the soft, silky fabric, pulling it out and hoping against all odds that it isn’t full of wrinkles. Lucky for you, the dress is still in good condition. It’s a spaghetti strap and flows all the way down past your ankles. You’ve never found the occasion to wear it, only buying it cause it was on sale and you thought it was so pretty at the time.

You put it on and glance in the mirror. Usually you have a lot to critique about your physical appearance but today you admit you don’t look so bad. The dress shows a little bit of tasteful cleavage and there’s a slit that rides up your right leg but it isn’t too revealing. Attach some chunky, strappy black heels and you’re good to go. Except makeup, you’ve gotta do that first.

As the clock ticks closer to 6:30, you finish up on your smokey eye and swipe on a little lip tint. You’re definitely taking an uber tonight because you don’t want to miss out on the restaurant's excellent drink selection. Also parking on a Saturday night? Absolute nightmare.

The place is downtown and a good 20 minutes away so once you get in the car you tell the driver to step on it, promising to tip him extra when you get off.

You can’t stop the constant drumming of your heart as the car nears the location. You feel like a kid who’s been told they’re going to Disneyland and you’re giddy with excitement. Maybe it’s better not to see them in person because you might faint on the spot.

As the car pulls up you take a deep breath. Calm down Y/N, you think to yourself, I’m just meeting two good friends for dinner.

The restaurant is located at the rooftop of one of the taller buildings downtown. You enter the elevator, smoothing your dress and your nerves at the same time.

When the doors slide open, you’re greeted by an immaculately dressed hostess. You glimpse at the restaurant behind her. Expensive is definitely the right word to describe this place. There’s dimly lit, warm lighting above each of the tables, and a live band is playing soft tunes in the corner. Waiters and waitresses are carrying loads of food on only one hand, serving each table with grace and poise.

“Name?” The hostess asks you, breaking you out of your observation.

“Um,” You’re unsure what to say. Did they put the table down under Scarlet or Hazel? That can’t be right since those are fake names. 

“Y/N?” You try with your name first to see if that’ll lead anywhere.

“Right this way Miss Y/L/N.” Holy shit, ok. Guess that worked.

You’re led past the many tables, ladened with various couples, and back into a private room. They even managed to book a private room?!?! You really feel out of place with your drugstore makeup and cheap dress.

The hostess graciously opens a door for you and-

“Y/N!!”

“Ooof!” You’re enveloped by the familiar scent of honey and cinnamon. “Hi Scar.” You try to compose yourself since he smells too good to be true. Hazel is right behind him, signature sleepy smile on his face. You back away from them, taking in their appearance

Oh. My. God.

Your jaw drops. Beautiful isn’t enough to describe what’s standing in front of you. Scarlet is in a perfectly fitted, baby blue suit that shows off his lean physique. One of his top buttons is undone, revealing his caramel colored skin and collarbones. You pry your eyes away from such sin and opt to look in Hazel’s direction but that does nothing to help you since he’s also dressed to the nines, wearing all black, silver jewelry sparkling on his neck and fingers, a stark contrast to his milky white skin. You look in between them instead, fearing you’ll drool if you stare at them any longer.

Hazel steps forward and also gives you a small hug. His scent is floral, with a spicy undertone, and you want nothing more than to drown in it.

“Hi Hazel,” God you must be blushing like crazy right now. You can’t help it since they look so delicious. Stop that! They’re your friends and they’re not interested!! You want to slap yourself for thinking such impure thoughts.

Well you say that but the way they’re taking in your outfit sends a shiver down your spine. Is it just you or did their eyes darken? The atmosphere quickly returns to normal and you start to wonder if that moment was all in your imagination.

“Look! We already have the champagne ready!” Scarlet’s tail is wagging a mile a minute as he returns to his seat. Hazel slides next to him right after, trying to swat away the offending appendage that’s taking up his spot.

“How ‘bout you control that tail of yours, hm puppy?” Hazel huffs, finally managing to sit down once he successfully shoves the tail back into Scarlet’s lap.

“Hey!” Scarlet looks downright offended. “I’m a fox, not a dog! We’re a much more sophisticated creature.” He crosses his arms and states pointedly, “just like you can’t control your purrs, we can’t control our wagging.”

Hazel only sighs. “Sometimes I wonder why I’m mated to you.”

“Because you love me. Now shut up or poor Y/N’s gonna feel like she’s being third-wheeled.”

Now this is the Scarlet and Hazel you’re used to. You sit across from them, nursing the sparkling flute of champagne that’s calling your name and trying not to snort out loud at their antics. It’s still extremely hard to maintain eye contact with either of the boys but you put in effort all the same.

“I hope you don’t mind, but we already ordered.” Hazel shifts in his seat, one hand ruffling the back of his hair.

“Actually that’s perfect!” You chuckle. “I have no idea what to get in places like these.”

“Ok, good.” His voice is now sounding a little bit shaky, which is very puzzling. Is he nervous?

You take a better look at them, temporarily ignoring their attractiveness (which is a very hard thing to do), and you notice their body language is off. Both their tails are now twitching anxiously and their ears are a little droopy. What’s going on?

“Hey guys.” You keep your voice gentle. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah! There’s just, um…” Scarlet is twisting the napkin in his lap. “We have some very important things to ask you and-”

“Wait!” You interrupt him, putting one hand up. You need to get this across before the boys tell you anything. “Before you continue, I just want you both to know that under NO circumstances do you ever have to tell me anything you’re uncomfortable with. I understand that you have a lot of secrets to keep, being two hybrids who probably don’t have owners. I want to respect our friendship and your privacy, and if that means not knowing a lot of your secrets, then fine by me.” You’re almost out of breath from letting all this out but it’s worth it because you truly value your friendship with them. You always joke to yourself about wanting to know what they’re hiding but deep down you cherish being their friend more than anything.

Both boys glance at each other for a second, nerves having vanished, then they suddenly throw their heads back and erupt into giggles. Scarlet is full on shaking, slapping his knee while he roars with laughter. Even Hazel is cackling, gummy teeth on full display.

This throws you off and your eyebrows furrow together. What’s so funny? You were being sincere and trying to protect them from revealing secrets they don’t want to tell you.

By this time the waiter has come by with a tray of small appetizers so you grab an olive and chew on it in confusion, waiting for their laughter to die down.

“See? What did I tell you about her?” Hazel is wiping a stray tear off his face.

“You’re right, you’re right!” Scarlet nods back in agreement.

Their laughter has finally fizzled away and they both turn to face you once again.

“Um,” You’re completely lost for words so you take another sip of champagne for courage. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No not at all!” Scarlet is quick to reassure you. “In fact, we were nervous at first but you’re making this so much easier for us.”

“Easier?” If you had a penny for all the times these boys have confused you, you’d probably be a millionaire by now.

“Right.” Hazel leans into the table a little bit, a small smirk on his face. “You see, there’s something very important we want to ask you tonight.”

“But first,” Scarlet juts in, also leaning in next to Hazel, “just to clarify. You trust us right, Y/N?”

“Of course.” You say without hesitation. These boys literally have no reason to harm you. Except they’re a little too close to you now and you resist the urge to fan yourself because oooh boy do they have the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen. And their ears! Why are their ears so fluffy looking?! You bet their super soft to touch but you dare not reach out.

“Even though you don’t know our real names?” Hazel urges you on.

“Well, I always figured you’ll tell me when you’re comfortable...” Your voice is getting smaller now, and you feel yourself getting red from head to toe. They’re too close to you and you try not to let your obvious attraction show so you look down and twiddle with your silverware.

“Excellent.” Both boys snap back into their seats, startling you.

“Y/N.” Scarlet clears his throat and tries to make his voice sound serious but he can’t hold back his smile. “We would like to officially ask you to adopt us.”

The fork you’re playing with clatters onto the table.

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💋 ayoo

more & more! headcanons (accepting.) // @narvvhal

💋 Where did they have their first kiss? Do they remember who it was with?

{ His first kiss was during a time where he had yet to be given a name. When he was simply recognized as a thing before he was a person. Within the shogun's castle, he was quietly kept away from the outside world, forbidden from developing any sense of self. He was Baal's vessel and nothing more.

If asked about it, he would say it was just a pathetic excuse for love. He was a thing that desired connections, that craved attention. All he'd recognized then was a pretty servant and mistook it for love at first sight.

That kiss was nothing eventful, looking back on it. It was a quick, chaste one that left him wanting more, right as he'd been served dinner. They had been looking at one another bashfully, never quite getting more than a glimpse throughout those days. But it was enough for them. Just as he had settled the tray in his arms, gentle lips were pressed against his.

The vessel had never felt more alive before then. Maybe it was just the novelty of the experience.

But he never forgot the way that boy smiled after that. How soft his lips were. How kind his soul was.

Was this what it was like to learn love?

The shogun found out, of course. Why wouldn't she? She knew everything. Sometimes the balladeer would swear that she could see through his eyes. See everything he ever wanted, everything he wished he could have. He thought that their similarities would bring him closer to the one who gave him purpose. That she would understand his desires.

She only ever used them to crush his dreams beneath her boot.

He never saw that servant boy again. Even after he escaped the raiden, he looked. He would've searched the ends of the earth for him if he'd had to.

Thankfully, he didn't have to go far.

The boy's grave was easy to find.

He learned heartbreak that day. }

[robin-the-enby]

ayoo! do you mind if i could get a marvel ship with a male?

im really quiet and shy at first, and because of that i get really flustered and nervous easily, especially if i don't really know you and because of my own trust issues. but im really quite friendly and I'll open up to you more once it'll just take some time for me to open my shell. Once it does, i become a huge dork who's also a klutz.

i love to read and write because it allows me to express my thoughts and ideas. my interests are mostly in the social sciences with history, politics, and philosophy being my favorites to discuss, so i prefer to talk and think deeply when im with someone rather than small talk.

my friends say im a soft cinnamon roll since im really warm, sweet, empathetic, and encouraging to them as well as being gentle and enthusiastic about anything. but they also say that im an old soul because of my said interests, knowledge, and advice as well as being charmingly silly at the same time. I love my loved ones and im really loyal and loving towards them and I'll do anything in my power to help and protect them and I'm constantly looking out for them.

although i can definitely be independent, in a group setting, i work wel with others and be calm and composed most of the time as well taking my role seriously and being a responsible person especially if im a leader position. im inquisitive and curious so i love to listen to all sorts of stories and ideas and taking note of them in my head, even with the smallest of details.

i do a little bit of art and photography, but my skills are far from great. i mostly do it because i love doing it and i want to keep it as a memory. i usually have my subjects being my friends or the scenery around me whenever im out and about, but I do love writing about my experiences and thoughts.

For my mbti, I'm an INFJ and my harry potter house is Ravenclaw.

Geez, this was a bit too long than i expected but i hope you don't mind! hope you're doing good and thanks in advance!

Hi! Hey, with more information it's easier for me to write something good since I've got more things to work with. I love how so many of the people that requested are INFJs, since it's believed to be the rarest personality type XD Well anyway, I match you with:

Bruce Banner

Homeboy's pretty shy as well, so I imagine it was one of the other avengers that set you two up (my bets are on Nat, because she wants to see Bruce happy).

Once you two really get used to each other though...cuteness ensues.

He's also a big dork when with the right people, expect him to tell you at least one science based joke a day (that he's probably gonna end up explaining to you...But he doesn't mind, he's actually really good at explaining stuff so that you get it and if it gets a laugh out of you at the end, it's worth it for him.)

He's not really a clutz, but never gets mad/frustrated when you have an accident. If you trip and take some things down with you? It's okay, that happens, just don't touch the acid that's now on the floor love, he'll find something to clean it up <3

If you're a nght owl, you could spend late nights with each other. He would tinker with some stuff he and Tony were working on for the past week and since Tony has been living on coffee and pure willpower, Bruce sent him to bed, saying he would do the work for him.

You would come some time later because you don't like waiting on him so late. He doesn't show it much, but he really appreciates you keeping him company. You can read your book while he still works out some kinks on their project while having a pleasant conversation about really anything.

Bruce likes to have long talks about politics and philosophy, it really stimulates the brain, y'know? He likes it when he can think hard about something. Though he doesn't like arguing about it.

It certainly makes him feel a certain kind of way seeing you care for others so intensely. He's always wanted a normal life, have a nice family, live a calm life. It makes him kind of sad that things turned out different, but hey, if they didn't, he wouldn't have met you. And it's not like you two can't have a family together...

That's really Bruce's biggest dream, to settle down and live a happy life with you.

If you want to embarass him, take a picture of him. He is definitely the kind of person to hide their face when you tell them you're taking a picture of them. Especially if you tell him he looks handsome, homeboy's face turns hot like a damn furnace.

Others I can see you with: Loki Laufeyson - Loki would definitely be amused by your shyness, but since he discovered that you're someone he can hold a serious conversation with, he makes an effort to at least be on good terms with you, he is really bored amongst the other avengers. He would tease you for your clumsiness, but would check if you're hurt every time. Also, cuddling and reading is a must. When you've had a bad day, he would read to you, but would love it if you read to him as well. Loki would admire your loaylty and care for others, if you haven't earned his respect before with your knowledge, you definitely have his respect now. He would love to take you to Asgard, so that you could take some picture, because let's be honest, it's a beautiful place (not to mention he'd love to look at them when he gets homesick/nostalgic). Loki would also love to teach you about Asgardian culture and customs and would love how your eyes sparkle with wonder and excitement. Plus if you remember the thing he tells you? You would be a goddess in his eyes.

[fresh-outta-jams]

Plastic Heart - Part 1

Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: We’re finally getting to the actual story. I’m excited for this one omg. I haven’t written anything ahead of time in so long, not even SSD. I hope you like it! And please let me know what you think! I’m kind of going in blind lmao. Warnings: None? It’s not going to be creepy, I promise. Word Count: 1.2k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4

“(Y/N), do you have any popcorn?”

“Yeah, it’s in the cupboard next to the--”

“Found it!” It was a nice night. Since all of your friends were back at school after break, you’d decided to have a BTS sleepover, as you often did. This meant popcorn, episodes of Run, and as many BTS music videos as you could watch in one sitting. Of course, when you’d told your friends about the gift your aunt got you for Christmas, they’d wanted to see them too.

“Wow, like, I know Mattel must have tried, but...Tae’s hair…” Luna trailed off, gently combing through said doll’s hair with her fingers.

“I know, I was thinking about trying to fix it, but I was afraid I’d just make it worse.”

“Nothing is worse than whatever that Nickelback abomination is.” Ella chuckled sympathetically. “I feel so bad for Tae. They did him so dirty.”

“Who are we kidding, the only one they did RIGHT is Namjoon.” You held up the little plastic version of your bias.

“Wow, how lucky for you, your BIAS is the only one that looks anything like the real deal.” Melody rolled her eyes, Jin in her hands as she looked him over. “You’ll never know the Jin Stan pain…”

“Or the Yoongi Stan pain!” Luna called on her way back from the kitchen, a bowl of popcorn tucked under her arm.

“Right, that either.” Melody agreed.

“Listen, is it my fault my man is always looking like a snack even in doll form? No. Moving on.” You scrolled through YouTube on your TV. “What are we watching first, ladies?”

“I don’t know, just put on a playlist.”

“Okay.” You found one that had all of their music videos in it, right from the beginning, which meant that the first one was No More Dream. Oh, memories…

“LOOK AT THEIR LITTLE FACES HOLY SHIT!” Ella squealed, kicking her legs. “Little baby Jimin!!!”

“Oh my god, the mask...Hobi, I’m so sorry.”

“YOU’RE so sorry?? Look at Joon’s hair oh my God.” You cringed, laughing so hard you nearly dropped Namjoon. You set the doll on the table before you could do any further damage. There, he was safe from your clumsy hands. “Oh sweetheart, what did they do to you?”

“Yoongi literally has not aged a day.” Luna chuckled. “But holy shit, look at those chains. What a badass.”

“God, they’ve come so far…” You shook your head. How was it that these bad-boy underdogs from the company who was beyond broke risen to where they stood today with sold-out world tours and dolls and best-selling albums, not to mention millions of dollars? It seemed impossible. And yet, Bangtan always seemed to be defying expectations, learning and growing and changing. That was part of why you loved them so much.

The other reason was just how much they’d helped you love yourself.

“OH MY GOD SHIELD YOUR EYES FROM THEIR BABY ABS.” You’d moved on from No More Dream to We Are Bulletproof Pt2, and you had to admit you’d forgotten about that one part of the video. And then before you knew it, Joon was front and center, mohawk, sunglasses, chains and all.

Even back then, when you’d been stanning freshman year of high school, you’d been a Joon stan, loyal to the very end. That wasn’t to say you didn’t love the other boys; you did. You loved them all a ton. But Joonie held a special piece of your heart. He’d helped you through a lot over the years, even if he’d never know you existed, he meant a lot to you and he always would.

The four of you watched as the budget of the videos increased, the songs shifted in style and meaning, a metamorphosis of kinds unfolding before your very eyes as seven scrappy boys from Seoul turned into seven world-renowned artists. It was enough to make you emotional to say the very least.

“Wow, they really did That, huh?” You asked quietly. The other girls were in awe too, watching and smiling and remembering when you’d all been in high school and had banded together over your love for the obscure group. You’d gotten lucky to find each other then, and were even luckier when you’d all chosen the same university, which had a club dedicated to not only BTS, but all of K-Pop.

“Yeah. They really did.” Luna nodded. “They changed the world.”

***

Namjoon figured the last girl had fallen asleep around the time they’d watched the third or fourth interview in a new playlist you’d started. You were passed out on the couch, slow breaths entering and leaving you. He watched you for a few seconds, smiling softly to himself. He tried not to let it go to his head, he really did...but you’d said he was your favorite and he couldn’t stop replaying the moment over and over.

Technically, he reminded himself, the human Kim Namjoon that was actually a real person was your favorite. He was a doll. He was made of plastic. He was not RM no matter how much he looked like him. And yet, he was still warm and bubbly inside.

Namjoon wasn’t sure what to call this emotion. He’d never felt it before. He’d never felt a lot of things, he supposed, but since moving in with you, he’d felt all kinds of new feelings. It was odd, but he was pretty sure he liked it.

“Joon.” Yoongi whispered from his spot a little further down the table. Though they were both pretty sure all of the fangirls were fast asleep, moving and exposing themselves was not a risk they were willing to take. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” He whispered back, smiling softly to himself. “I’m...I’m actually great.”

“You look like you’re thinking about something.”

“Yeah. I don’t know. Being here, it’s just...different than I thought it would be, you know? But like not in a bad way or anything. I just...I feel weird all the time but in a really good way, if that makes any sense.”

“It doesn’t, but I understand.” Yoongi nodded to himself. He was sure he hadn’t been feeling what Namjoon had as strongly as the dimpled doll, but he had indeed been feeling...things that he didn’t know how to explain. This had been a learning experience for all of them, he was sure, and he knew that they would only learn more about themselves and each other the longer they stayed in (Y/N)’s care. “She’s different, isn’t she? She’s...she’s our girl, after all.”

“She’s our girl.” Namjoon agreed, a sentiment he was sure all seven of them shared. The bond between a toy and their child was unlike anything else. He’d always known it would be that way, and yet, he could have never predicted just how deep that connection would run. As he laid on that coffee table, there was one thing Namjoon was absolutely sure of: he wouldn’t trade you for anyone in the world.

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