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youarejesting · 3 years

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BTS365 Prompts.Week 45

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Kim Seokjin - Task

Since Kim Seokjin’s name was called from the goblet of fire, he had been a bundle of nerves. He somehow made it through the first and second tasks, how? was beyond you, but he was actually not coming last. He was sitting comfortably in second place. With that being said this task was scary than all the rest, he didn’t know if he would make it out alive.

Why was asking someone out to the yule ball worse than any other task he had faced so far. Maybe it was because it was you.

Min Yoongi - Devil

“You look like an angel, walk like an angel” you sang walking around the almost empty diner, spinning around to the music playing from the quiet jukebox. “Talk like an angel”

Spotting the customer on his laptop a lot of equipment on the table working with earphones on, his cap low, and mask pulled under his chin to slowly eat some breakfast. He had friends previously sitting at his table but they were asleep in the truck stop overnight and stayed on a big bus. His cup was empty so you grabbed the coffee jug and fluttered over raising the jug in question. He nodded smiling politely to thank you.

“But I got wise, You’re the devil in disguise,” you sang pouring the coffee looking up connecting eyes before you blushed looking down again, “Sorry.”

“No, it was really nice” he hummed.

Jung Hoseok - Eggs

BTS in the soop was a hit, as were all the bon voyages. But this time it was farm bang, where the boys would have to go to the countryside and learn how to take care of the animals and crops. They woke up early each getting dressed in cute overalls and jeans some with cute straw hats or light flannels. They were each given tasks, Hoseok was to collect the eggs from the chickens.

He excitedly ran to the coop and began talking cutely to the chickens “Owaaaaah Chicken Chicken, ahahaha annyeong chicken eeee ah Namjoon-ah look at the chickens!”

“Hoseok-ah they have little piglets over here, ahhhh so cute wow!” The leader of the group called back across the farm.

Hoseok was quick to step into the pen and immediately he froze up, he was afraid of the little chickens that would peck him. “Excuse me miss chicken I have to collect the eggs,” the whole process was scary but soon he had the eggs in his hands and he stepped out.

Running across the yard he shouted, “Yoongi, look, look I got the—” The hyperactive rapper tripped, falling and crushing the eggs in his hands. The whole group started laughing and he whined upset. “No, I broke the eggs!”

“Gwaenchanh-ah?” Jimin said lifting up the older male, “Hobi-Hyung comes first,”

Kim Namjoon - Common

“Namjoon! Are you okay?” A phrase he had heard multiple times this week when he fainted, vomited, when his nose started bleeding, and when he had refused to eat his favorite foods. This time it was because he couldn’t stop coughing something must have been going on. Something major and scary.

He was referred to your clinic as someone whose job is to investigate and pinpoint illnesses you looked over his blood tests and sighed. “Ah, mister Kim, it seems you have a common cold, my recommendation would be rest and perhaps some chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side” Your grin was cheeky letting the idol know you were a bit of a fan.

Park Jimin - Men

Jimin was searching youtube for the latest trends, music, and funny videos. Just anything to pass the time, he saw something that caught his eye. It was a thumbnail of himself and something he wasn’t too sure what it meant. “The Jimin effect” He read the English title slowly.

Clicking on it he watched a 13-minute compilation of men and women falling in love with him making the idol, giggle his cheeks a brilliant pink. It was funny watching things from a different perspective. He never saw these looks people were giving him because he would be turning away or facing a camera.

Kim Taehyung - saxophone

Taehyung was meeting your parents, it was a really serious thing. Your parents were kind of strict and they didn’t know anything about, Taehyung, South Korea, or Asians in general besides stereotypes. Your parents were kind-hearted people they were just ignorant.

So when you introduced Taehyung to your father the two shook hands, Taehyung making a polite bow and your father stood there pretty awkward. His only idea was to strike up a conversation. “What do you do for work?”

“I’m a sexy porn star” He grinned

“You’re what?”

“No dad, he pronounces it a little odd he said Saxophonist, see, I have pictures of him playing the saxophone”

Jeon Jungkook - diary

Jungkook was staying with your brother Namjoon, he did that every now and again during the holidays. You had only been crushing on the boy since you saw him your first year at Hogwarts, he was in Namjoon’s year but you were the grade lower.

He had helped you with your flying lessons even though you were a natural, unlike your brother, but you let him anyway. There was a whole collection of entries in your enchanted diary about him, it was enchanted to never run out of pages.

The diary would only open for those with innocent intentions. You didn’t know where you had put the diary, last you remember writing something whilst in the kitchen that night but when you got there it was no longer around. Thinking your brother perhaps took it and was trying to break it open you raced upstairs. He almost managed to break the spell, the evil genius and you wouldn’t tempt fate this time.

When you stepped into the room you shouted “Namjoon put down my diary!”

“Namjoon isn’t here and sorry, I didn’t know it was a diary and I see you all the time with it I thought it was a good book and when I opened it I saw my name and I read a bit and I am sorry, I was just curious”

You snatched the diary and he frowned, “I think you are really cool y/n, it’s just that”

“I get it I am not your type,” You laughed not turning towards him.

“No, you are definitely my type, it’s just, Namjoon is my best friend and I can’t with you because he will actually destroy me with some elaborate spell that will remove my knee caps and I like my knee caps” the boy was rambling “Albeit, I like you more and would gladly give up my knee caps, ahhh, this was a bad example. Namjoon would kill me if I tried anything”

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selene467 · 4 years

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Fictober20 - Prompt 28: “do I have to do everything around here?”

fanfiction: Prompt number: 28. "do I have to do everything around here" Fandom: SPN/DBH Crossover or Supernatural/Detroit: Become Human Crossover Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: This is based on DBH so the violence and abuse as shown by Todd against a child, but nothing more explicit than that. If you played the game, you know what levels to expect. If you haven't then yes be warned, there is verbal and physical abuse in the game against a child, some of it depending on how you play it as it's choice based.

THERE ARE A LOT OF NOTES FROM ME FOR THIS STORY, PLEASE READ IT FULLY ON AO3 TO SEE THOSE.

When Dean woke up he found that he couldn't move. Alarmed he opened his eyes, trying and failing to blink at the sudden light. But it didn't hurt and soon enough he could make out his surroundings, slightly dimmed though, like turning the brightness down on his phone.

He wasn't in his bedroom in the bunker. There were loads of people milling about, some dressed casually and some in strange, uniforms it seemed. Most of those stood still on small podiums, only moving their heads and sometimes their hands. Dean tried to look around but he couldn't move his head.

Was he dreaming? He must be.

A large company logo appeared in his vision as if he were staring at a screen but without the actual screen. Some strange hexagon-like shape - Sam would know what it was called - with the words 'Cyberlife Inc' framed inside. It was there only for a few seconds before it faded from his view. Instead his eyes were drawn to the bottom left where a date slowly appeared.

Date NOV 5TH, 2038 03:24:05 PM

What the hell?! Dean got no time to process that ridiculous year when more words and numbers sprang into view scrolling slowly down as it ticked off some check list.

MODEL IM400 SERIAL#: 785 052 124 BIOS 7.4 REVISION 0483 REBOOT…

MEMORY RESET

LOADING OS… SYSTEM INITIALIZATION… CHECKING BIOCOMPONENTS… OK INITIALIZING BIOSENSORS… OK INITIALIZING AI ENGINE… OK

MEMORY STATUS… ALL SYSTEMS… OK

READY

What the actual hell?!

Unexpectedly he found himself slowly blinking several times until the world around him brightened to a crisp and colourful world again. His attention was drawn by a nearby voice - and only now did he realise he couldn't hear before. It sounded like some kind of sales pitch and Dean found he could actually turn his head to look more closely at whom was speaking. So far he could only move his head, frustrating but at least it was progress.

His attention was drawn by movement on his left and he would have jumped had he been able to move anything besides his head. This restriction was really get old, what kind of freaky dream was he trapped in? And why was he aware of dreaming?

On his left stood an exact replica of the perfectly trimmed uniform that was still giving his sales pitch on his right. Twins, perhaps. But something felt wrong about it all, Dean just couldn't place it.

He didn't have to wait long for something to happen thankfully. A casually dressed guy with an employment badge came over, followed by a plump and rough looking man who in all honesty came over rather impatient if his nervous movement were any indicator.

"There it is." The guy said before his voice shifted to a more gravelly, confused tone. "It was a bit difficult getting it back in working order. It was really messed up. What did you say had happened to it?" He questioned, turning to the rough looking man who clearly didn't seem in the mood for chit-chat.

"The car hit it. Stupid accident." Was the clipped answer. Dean got a bad feeling about it all.

"Ah, I see. Anyway, it's as good as new now except that we had to reset it. Meaning we had to wipe its memory. Hope you don't mind."

"It'll be fine."

"Okay, did you give it a name?"

"My son did."

The shop guy stepped more directly in front of Dean, looking him straight in the eyes. "IM400, register your name."

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dtbecomehuman · 4 years

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HUMANITY - Connor

Hello everyone! I haven’t wrote on tumblr in quite some time. I’m currently writing a Connor x OC story on my Wattpad and I figured that I could share the first chapter with you :) You can find more chapters on my wattpad, here’s the line to HUMANITY : https://my.w.tt/8onjtgIgU7

Chapter One: New Partner

A story in which a kind hearted detective works with a android sent by CyberLife, throwing them down a path full of bumps in the road, them both finding some part of their humanity along the way.

DATE

NOV 5TH, 2038

TIME

PM 10:56:15

The city of Detroit is busy as usual during the evening. Even though the day was slowly coming to an end that doesn't make the city stop. The tall buildings reaching high for the darkening sky, the lights making the advanced city glow. The big animated billboards display the latest Android, casting a hue of light onto the people that passed under it, on their way to their unknown destinations. Some people just getting off of work, some just making their way to it.

Devon Cassidy was like these people. She had gone to work during the early hours of the morning and an hour ago she was on her way home but getting a call about a new case has her dressing out of her comfy clothes and heading out into the cold November air to make her way back to the station.

"Hey, old man. Just got a call about a case and I'm not sure if you know this or not but you're my partner and this is your job too. Put the alcohol down and call me back." The blonde sighs, placing her phone in her lap. Hank Anderson wasn't an easy person to be partners with especially if your work ethic was completely different from his.

Devon is a hungry and young detective that still enjoys her job whilst Hank has burned out and lets his life problems dull his fire. She has been partners with Hank for almost four years so she has once seen that drive and fire in him and she also knows why it disappeared. The woman turns into the parking lot of the precinct, pulling into an empty parking space. She needed to run in a grab her gun then she'd try and give her partner another call before she went on the hunt looking for him.

She climbs out of her car, sticking her phone and keys into the pocket of her long black coat that sits snug over her white long sleeve blouse that's tucked into her grey dress pants before making her way to the front doors of the station. The waiting area was quiet, no one sitting around.

"Back so soon, detective?" The ST300 android behind the front desk, Emily, asks with a small smile. "Yeah, got a new case." Devon gives the android a friendly smile. The waist-high doors open, giving the detective access to the bull pin.

The woman pauses in her tracks when she notices a tall figure standing in front of hers and Hanks desks. There wasn't anyone there and she could tell that there were maybe only three people here based on their terminals being lit up but they were probably else were out of sight. His back was to her and she could see straight away that he is an android. He wore a two-toned grey suit jacket. 'ANDROID' and 'RK800' glowed white on the back along with a blue triangle and blue trim that matched. She could also see that on his right arm was a band that glows a bright blue.

The detective walks closer, her heels clicking against the tiled floors of the precinct. The noise of her shoes catches The androids' attention, causing him to turn in her direction, giving her a better view of him. The android wore a nice white button-down shirt that is tucked neatly into the dark jeans that hug his legs, his feet adoring some black boots. His hands adjust a slick black tie. A business casual kind of look. On the front of his suit on the right side of his chest, 'RK800' shines bright whilst there was a small print of his serial number underneath. Blue trimmed the collar of the suit which made her green eyes travel up to his face. Boy, did CyberLife have fun making this android.

This RK800 had a boyish charm to him with his round, slightly slanted doe eyes that were framed with his soft expressioned eyebrows and his full pink lips. Freckles dot his creamy skin along with a few constructively placed moles. There was also a sharpness to him with his high cheekbones and slanted jawline that led to his round chin with a small dimple in the middle. His brown hair was styled neatly except for a rebellious strand that sways in front of his forehead, kissing the faded expression lines that rest there.

He was so detailed and extremely human-looking that if it weren't for his suit and the blue LED on his right temple, Devon would have just thought he was a regular handsome human male but instead he is a unique handsome android male.

"Detective Cassidy?" His voice has a soft rasp to it and it's a quite calming and charming tone. "Yeah, that's me. Can I help you?" The blonde raises a curious eyebrow at him. "My name is Connor, I'm the android sent by CyberLife. I was assigned on a case with you and Lieutenant Anderson." The blonde's lips quarks up slightly in a small smirk. His voice is very smooth for an android, not as robotic as some of the others she's spoken to. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Connor." Devon sticks a hand out to the android who looks to her hand for a moment, LED switching to yellow before he reaches out and shakes her hand. She makes a note at how soft his hand feels against her own more calloused hand.

"I actually just came back for my gun." She lets go of his hand so she could move around behind her desk. The woman fishes out her keys and unlocks a drawer to pull out her holster and firearm. This is why she usually kept the thing at home with her because she'd always just have to come right back here to retrieve it.

"You're the android that saved that little girl that was held hostage, right?" It was all over the news three months ago. A little girl held at gunpoint on the edge of a terrace by her own family's android. If Devon wasn't only strictly on homicide cases she would have been there. Technically, she could have been since the father was shot and killed along with a fellow officer but they didn't need someone to figure out who killed them. Devon can remember seeing an image of Connor on the news, them calling him the "Deviant Hunter", the newest android model made by CyberLife, specifically created to chase down these androids that deviate. Another title he was given was "The Negotiator" since he was able to talk the android down and let the little girl go. Devon wondered if this case she was assigned to had something to do with a deviant since he was here.

"Yes, that was me." Connor gives a small nod, causing the tuft of hair to sway with his movements. Devon nods, clipping her holster to her belt, sticking her gun inside of it. Connor stands straight with his hands tucked neatly behind his back. The LED on the side of his head spins yellow as his brown eyes ghost over the female detective, scanning her.

DEVON CASSIDY

DAUGHTER OF GABRIELLA AND LOGAN CASSIDY

DATE OF BIRTH: MAY 15th, 2011

AGE:27

BECAME A OFFICER IN 2032 - 3 YEARS

PROMOTED TO DETECTIVE IN 2035 - 4 YEARS (ONGOING)

CRIMINAL RECORDS: NONE

His LED turns back to blue once he was finished. "Do you know where Lieutenant Anderson might be? I searched for him when I first arrived but it seems that he's not here." Devon glances at the desk that is to her left then back to the tall android. "Well, being his partner I have an idea." She sighs, adjusting her coat. "Our dear Lieutenant likes to frequent the bar more then he does work sometimes." She tries not to judge the older man, understanding that he uses alcohol to cope with his pain that life has dealt him but that doesn't mean she had to agree with it or like it. "I can show you which one, we're working on the same case anyway." The blonde woman shrugs her shoulders slightly.

"That would be quite helpful." Connor nods and the detective makes sure she has all her things and begins to walk towards the exit, motioning the android to follow her. "Good luck, detective." Emily calls out to her and Devon flashes her a smile over her shoulder. "Thanks, Em!" She waves, walking with Connor to the front doors. The android steps before her, opening the door first and stepping to the side to let her go out first. "Thanks." She gives him a soft smile.

The sky is dark and there were clouds rolling in, signaling that it was going to rain soon. "Come on, it's only a block from here, we can walk there." She already begins walking in the direction, Connor falling to a steady pace by her side. "Do you not have your own transportation?" The android asks curiously. "I do, but this isn't much of a walk and I'll probably have to drive Hank's car anyway." She shrugs nonchalantly. "Why does Lieutenant Anderson frequent a bar offend as you put it?" Devon glances at the curious android beside her, noticing that his eyes are a beautiful brown that reminds her of creamy coffee or a sweet chocolate cake. "It's not my story to tell, Connor. Maybe he'll tell you one day." She highly doubts that considering the older man absolutely hates androids.

The pair make it to a fairly lit bar with a blue neon sign in the window that says, 'Jimmy's Bar' in bold letters. After working with the Lieutenant for a while she has learned that when he disappears she could usually always find him here. The rain was beginning the pour but Connor nor Devon seemed to mind. They both walk to the wooden door that had a sign saying Androids and Dogs aren't allowed inside. Connor notices the sign but he doesn't seem to care as he follows the detective inside. A few patrons of the bar glance in their direction when the bell rings above the door and some of them glare when they see an android.

"Come on." Devon moves deeper into the bar, sending a glare at a man who was giving her the stink eye because she walked in with Connor. "Shit, I thought androids weren't allowed in here." Someone mutters but the blonde pays them no mind and makes her way over to a man that was hunched over the bar. She could recognize his long white hair from anywhere.

"Have enough, Hank?" She settles down onto the stool beside the older man who shifts his eyes onto her when she makes herself comfortable. "The hell you doing here kid?" He grumbles slightly, taking another sip of his poison of choice. "Looking for an old man with a bad haircut, know where I can find him?" She leans her head on her hand and smiles at the man playfully and he smirks slightly, just a little amused by her comment.

"Lieutenant Anderson," Connor moves so he is on Hanks right, making his presence known. "My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife." He introduces himself the same way he did with Devon. "I looked for you at the station, lucky enough Detective Cassidy knew where to find you." Cyberlife did a real good job at making this guy seem human because he had more facial expressions then the average android but the way he spoke could be considered more robotic then how people normally talk. Hank glares at his partner and she smiles sweetly at him, causing him to roll his eyes. "What do you want?" Hank mumbles, keeping his eyes cast down at the bar, clearly not wanting anything to do with Connor.

"You and Detective Cassidy were assigned a case early this evening. A homicide involving a CyberLife android." That makes sense as to why he's here now. "In accordance with procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators." Connor informs the Lieutenant and Devon looks between the two. "Well I don't need any more assistance since I have this kid," Hank jerks his thumb over to Devon. "Specially not from a plastic asshole like you. So just be a good lil' robot and get the fuck out of here." Devon sighs, rubbing her forehead. She knew it was going to be difficult to convince Hank to come along since an android is involved. She knows no matter how much Hank likes her he wouldn't listen to her on this one.

Connor pauses for a moment, seemingly processing his choices of how to approach the situation. "I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but I must insist." Devon sighs, knowing that this won't turn out great seeing how Hank pauses when Connor begins to speak. "My instructions stipulate that I have to accompany you and Detective Cassidy."

"You know where you can stick your instructions?" It was a hypothetical question and Hank chuckles into his drink, slightly nudging Devon with his elbow but she merely just rolls her eyes at his childish joke. "No," Connor says honestly, tilting his head to the side. "Where?" He looks like a lost puppy with the way he had his head turned to the side and his brows slightly pushed together. Devon couldn't help but think the android looked somewhat adorable while doing this. Hank turns his head to fully look at the android. The woman couldn't see his face but she could tell he was glaring. "Never mind." He grumbles, turning back to his drink, shaking his head slightly.

HANK \/

"You know what? I'll buy you one for the road." Connor offers next, surprising both the Lieutenant and the Detective. Devon knew Connor was just trying to figure out a way to get Hank out of the bar and this was definitely the right approach. "What do you say?" When Hank doesn't answer Connor turns his eyes onto Jimmy, the bartender and owner of the small bar. "Bartender, the same again please." Jimmy looks unsure but Connor places some money on the bar and he goes ahead and prepares Hanks drink. "See that Jim? Wonders of technology...make it a double."

HANK /\

NEUTRAL

Jimmy sets the glass in front of Hank who eagerly brings it to his lips and throws his head back. Hank sucks in a breath as it burns all the way down and Devon raises a brow at him, wondering if he'll actually give in. Hank wraps an arm around Devon's shoulders and turns his head to look back at the android to his right. "Did you say homicide?" Connor looks at the man in front of him and Devon sighs, shrugging the man's arm off of her shoulders.

"Come on, Hank. We got a job to do." She slides off her stool and Hank pushes himself out of his seat as well, slightly stumbling. "Keys." Devon holds her hand out and Hank goes to protest but she keeps a firm stare on the older man and eventually he sighs heavily, fishing out a pair of keys from his pocket. He slaps them into her awaiting palm and ruffles her hair up slightly as he passes her, causing the woman to smile. Connor watches their interactions closely, his LED blinking yellow as he processes the new information he was coming up with. The relationship the two have is very much one that a father and daughter would have.

"Let's go, Connor." Devon beckons the android forward as she fixes her hair. He quickly matches her pace, ignoring the glares he got as they left Jimmy's bar. "Hurry up, kid!" Hank shouts from his car and she unlocks it quickly so he could get out of the rain. Connor climbs into the backseat and Devon positions herself into the front, starting the car. She jumps when loud medal music filters through the car and she was quick to turn it down to a more reasonable level. "Jesus, old man! Ever heard of turning the radio down before you turn the car off?" She asks, backing out of his parking space and he rolls his eyes. "Oh, shut up." He turns the music up more but he kept it at a decent level so he wouldn't have to fight with the woman as she drove them to their case.

The car ride was only filled with Hanks loud music and his occasional remarks about not wanting to work right now which she always ignores. Devon would occasionally glance at Connor though the rearview to make sure he was okay. Of course, he's okay, he's an android. The woman held so much compassion and empathy for people and androids alike. When she first met Hank and he saw these traits, he would always wondered how she could handle a rough job like theirs but he soon found out that the loving woman also has a fire that burns inside of her and she was tougher then she looks.

Devon stops the car, the headlights shining through the rain that's pouring overhead, the holographic yellow caution tape shining slightly. There were police cars lining the street with their red and blue lights on and there was a small crowd forming in the street. "You wait here," Hank says pointing back at Connor. "We won't belong." He begins to open his door. "Whatever you say, Lieutenant," Connor says with a calm voice making Hank pause before he gets out.

HANK /\

DEVON /\

"Fucking-A, whatever I say," Hank mutters under his breath as he gets out of the car. Devon turns to give Connor a sympathetic smile as she quickly gets out to follow her partner, the cold rain dampening her hair slightly.

CONFLICTING ORDERS

SELECTING PRIORITY

FOLLOW LT. ANDERSON AND

DETECTIVE CASSIDY

Behind the two partners, Connor begins to climb out of the car. A man with a camera and a microphone rush towards the two partners. "Joss Douglas, for Channel 16. Can you confirm that this is a homicide?" The reporter points the microphone toward Devon who was closest to him. "We are not confirming anything at this time." She says politely, walking faster and soon she and Hank were safe behind the oh-so-familiar holographic yellow tape.

Connor moves through the crowd of people and is stoped by a police android. "Androids are not permitted beyond this point." Both Hank and Devon hear this and they both quickly turn around to see their android standing just beyond the holographic tape. "He's with us!" Devon calls out. The police android lowers his arm, allowing Connor to pass. "It." Hank mutters as if trying to correct Devon. Before she could argue he was already speaking to Connor. "What part of 'stay in the car' didn't you understand?"

"Your order contradicted my instructions, Lieutenant." Connor stops directly in front of them and Hank has a firm scowl set on his aging features. "You don't talk, you don't touch anything and you stay outta my way, got it?"

"Got it." Devon really wanted to scold Hank for how he was treating Connor but she knew he didn't see things the way she does and it would be like arguing with a brick wall, she's been there before. "Evening, Hank, Devon. We were starting to think you weren't gonna show." The man that was standing up on the porch of the house lowered the tablet he was looking at and stepped down to greet the pair. Devon smiled softly. "Had to find something first." She comments and Hank rolls his eyes. "Yeah, that was the plan until this asshole," Hank points at Devon. "Helped this asshole find me." He points at Connor next and Devon rolls her eyes at the older man.

"So.. you got yourself an Android, huh? Out of all people I wouldn't expect it from you, Hank." Ben teases the Lieutenant, beginning to walk to the house with the two Detectives in tow."Oh, very funny. Just tell us what happened," Hank demanded."We had a call around eight from the landlord. The tenant hadn't paid his rent for a few months, so he thought he'd drop by, see what was going on. That's when he found the body." Devon's nose wrinkled in disgust at the horrific smell that wafts through the air. No matter how many homicides and dead bodies she has dealt with, the smell would always get to her at times. "Jesus, that smell." Hank covers his nose. "It was even worst before we opened the windows." Ben sighs.

"The victim's name's Carlos Ortiz." The body of the victim, Carlos Ortiz, was slumped against the wall. His body was pale, void of blood. Any blood that he had seeped out into his shirt and onto the floor around him. He had multiple stab wounds littering his torso area. His house was ransacked, a mess. Hank kneels down beside the body to take a closer look but Devon stays back, standing next to Connor.

"Uh, state he's in...wasn't worth calling everybody out in the middle of the night. Could've waited till morning." Hank comments. From where Devon stood she could tell that the body has been there for a few days, maybe even weeks. "I'd say he's been there for a good three weeks. We'll know more when the coroner gets here." The round man with white hair informs them. "There's a kitchen knife over here, probably the murder weapon." Hank holds his hand out and Ben hands him a UV light scanner.

"Any signs of a break-in?" Devon speaks up, her arms crossed over her chest. Connor glances over at the woman as she speaks. "Nope...The landlord said the front door was locked from the inside, all windows were boarded up. The killer must've gone out the back way." Devon made a mental note to thoroughly check the back exit. "What do we know about his android?" Hank asks as he still evaluates the body. Devons' eyes shift up to some writing on the wall.

I AM ALIVE

Written in what looks to be the victims' blood. She couldn't help but notice how perfect the letters are written. No human could possibly write that well. "The neighbors confirmed he had one, but it wasn't here when we arrived..." He pauses and Deven could tell the smell was getting to him by the change in his expression. "I gotta get some air. I'll be outside if you need me. Make yourself at home." Ben quickly rushes past them to get outside. Devon moves forward, eyeing the font closer. "Each letter is perfect...it's way too neat, no human writes like this," Hank mutters and Devon nods, showing that she agrees. "This really narrows it down to the android but the real question is, where the hell did they go?" Hank shrugs, looking over at the young woman. "Guess that's what we need to find out, huh." She purses her lips in thought.

"Chris," Devon calls out, looking over at a male human officer that was standing by. He was a close friend to both her and her partner. "Is this written in the victim's blood?" She questions, stepping away from the wall. "I would say so...we're taking samples for analysis." She nods softly, her eyes moving back to the writing as Hank moves away from her. Devon turns slightly to see Connor knelt down in front of the knife that is most likely the murder weapon. She watches as the android places two of his fingers on the blade, coating his fingertips in the blood. He then reaches his hand up and places the fingers on his tongue.

"Err, Jesus! What the hell are you doing?" Hank shouts, pure disgust written all over his face. Devon wasn't disgusted at all by the action, maybe more so curious than anything. She was always fascinated with androids and how they operate. For machines, they seemed so human. "I'm analyzing the blood." Connor tells Hank, standing to his feet to face the Lieutenant. "I can check samples in real-time. I'm sorry, I should have warned you." The corner of Devon's lips turns upward as she watches Hank struggle to process this. "Okay, just...don't put any more evidence in your mouth, you got it?"

"Got it." Connor nods, pointing his two fingers towards Hank before looking at them intently. "Fucking hell, I can't believe this shit." Hank mutters shaking his head as he walks away from the android. Devon walks past the android to a brown table that was cluttered with random things but she notices amongst the clutter was a pile of red ice. "Looks like our Vic liked to have a good time." Devon comments getting Hanks's attention. "Chris, I want full analysis on the narcotics, please."

"You got it." He nods and Devon moves back to the body and kneels down beside him, allowing her green eyes to wander over him. This was definitely a hate crime. Whoever did this was extremely upset. Usually when someone can be close to the victim like this, stabbing them multiple times, means they were close to the victim. A crime of passion. She believes it to be the victims android and that made this a little confusing. Androids weren't supposed to feel emotions but here there are androids that are beginning to develop human emotions causing them to lash out and become violent to their human owners. A painful look fills Devon's face and she quickly stands.

"Detective," The woman quickly turns around to come face to chest with Connor. Standing in front of him like this made her realize how tall he is compared to her. "Your stress levels have risen suddenly. I suggest you get some fresh air to help you calm down." The woman was stunned but she knew she shouldn't be. He could probably tell even if her heat fluctuates an inch. "Thank you, Connor, but I'll be alright."

DEVON /\

She gives him a small, soft smile. Devon glances at the body for a moment before moving around the android and makes her way into the kitchen that was a complete mess. Her eyes trail to the back door that was open where a few officers were outside. "I have checked the yard already." She turns to see Connor standing in the entrance of the kitchen. "Any signs of someone leaving?" Devon knew that he had a better chance then anyone finding out if some has left that way. For the humans here, the rain would have washed any evidence away that they could see but for him it was much easier. Her eyes look down at the turned over table and chair. There was definitely a struggle here, she wouldn't be surprised if the fight started here. "No signs of anyone exiting the premises." The android moves to stand next to her, his arms hanging at his sides.

She nods, shifting on her feet. Devon's hand grazes Connor's, causing them both to look at each other. Her green eyes lock onto his brown eyes and she found herself getting slightly lost as she looked at him. His skin was absolutely perfect with freckles dotting the smooth synthetic skin. Shadows case under his cheekbone, giving him a chiseled look. Even by the brief action, she could feel that softness that his hands hold. Why would they make a Deviant Hunter android's hands soft? There was no use for them being so soft but they are.

Connor analyzed the woman beside him, allowing himself to look her over. She is what someone would call beautiful. She has bright green eyes and a smile that could light up any dark room. Her presence is calming and she seemed to be well respected by her peers. "Devon!" Hank's shouting causes the two to snap out of their thoughts and the android notices how her heart rate picks up slightly and blood rushes to her cheeks. "Come check this out!" She gives him a nervous and apologetic smile before rushing off quickly to see what Hank wanted.

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Connor narrows his eyes at the warning flashing in front of him. He's never seen this before so he begins to run a quick diagnostics but everything comes back normal. He shrugs it off, continuing on analyzing the crime scene. If it was something damaging or important he would have found some kind of flaw in his programming but there wasn't one.

Devon makes it to the dirty, cramped, and dimly lit bathroom where Hank stood in front of the shower. She moves to stand by her partner, the detective android still on her mind. Her green eyes shift across the walls of the shower where rA9 is written over and over again. "This is obsessive..." She mumbles as her eyes take in the writing on the shower wall. "Think this was the victim?" Hank shook his head. "I don't think so." She narrowed her eyes at the writing then her eyes trail down to see a statue of some kind made of a material she wasn't sure of. There were objects like flowers and candles around it. "Who or what is rA9? Some kind of android god or something?" Hank shrugs, placing a hand on her shoulder. "No idea, but it's fucking weird." She nods in agreement.

The two partners walk side by side back into the kitchen and Connor quickly looks up at them. "I think I know what happened." He informs the two detectives and they glance at each other before looking back at the android. "Oh yeah?" Hank asked, shrugging his shoulders after. "Shoot. I'm all ears." Connor then looked to Devon for approval and she gives him an encouraging nod. "It all started in the kitchen." The android led the two detectives through the most plausible course of events that he has seen, playing the scene out in his head."I think the victim attacked the android with the bat," Connor called back to the evidence he has gathered and Devon glances down at the bat that laid on the ground. "That lines up with the evidence," Hank nods slightly. "Go on." Devon watched with crossed arms as Connor moves through the kitchen.

"The android stabbed the victim," Devon tried to picture what he was saying in her head. She is a very visual person so when it comes to working cases she liked to imagine how things played out, almost like a movie in her head. "So the android was trying to defend themselves." She more so states rather than question. It was odd for an android to do something like that because it wasn't in their code.

"Okay, then what happened?" Hank asked, urging the android to continue."The victim fled to the living room." The three of them walk towards the living room and stop in front of the victim's body. "And he tried to get away from the android," Hank finished. "Alright, that makes sense. The android murdered the victim with the knife." Twenty-eight stab wounds to the chest. "Where is the android?" The woman has been asking this question all night and her and Connor make eye contact again.

Connor looked away from her, still processing the crime scene in his head, his LED flickering yellow. "It was damaged by the bat and lost some Thirium."

"Lost somewhat?"

"Thirium," Devon repeated for Hank. "Humans tend to call it 'Blue Blood' but the technical term is Thirium. It's the fluid that powers Androids' biocomponents." Devon explains and Hank nodded in partial understanding, a little surprised by how much she knows about androids. Connor was also surprised by how much the detective knew about androids. "It evaporates after a few hours and becomes invisible to the naked eye." Connor informed them. "Oh, but I bet you can still see it, can't you?"

"Correct," Connor confirmed.

Connor went still as he scanned for the Thirium traces inside the room. He then starts walking away, into the kitchen and down the hall. Devon glances at her partner before following after the Deviant Hunter. The female detective rounds the corner just as a few brooms clattered on the ground, obviously having been knocked over by the android.

"You alright, Connor?" Devon couldn't stop herself from asking, it was just in her nature. Connor paused, his LED whirring yellow on his temple. He seemed to be contemplating something and he just settles for a curt nod in her direction. The woman was usually good at reading people but she couldn't read Connor. It did make it difficult that he is an android, a complex machine. He looked a little confused but she forced the thoughts away, trying to focus on the case.

Connor walks past her and Devon looks around the small hallway, looking for anything Connor could have missed which she highly doubted he missed anything. Her green eyes drift upwards, seeing an entrance to the attic. Connor was at her side again. He stood close to her side, their arms almost brushing against each other. He looked up at the attic door, his LED flickering on the side of his head. There was a blue handprint emblazoned on the door's surface, traces of Thirium that the human beside him couldn't see.

Connor looked over at the detective and he could almost see the cogs turning in her head. She looks back at him, their eyes locking. The two seemed to have the same idea. This was a possible place where the deviant could have gone. Connor quickly moves to the kitchen, once again leaving Devon's side.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! What are you doing with that chair?" Devon could hear Hank shout. Connor replied to him something she couldn't quite hear but soon the android was back at her side, setting a chair down underneath the attic. He steps onto the chair and pushes the attic door open. Connor climbs inside and Devon steps onto the chair and begins to hoist herself up and a hand comes into her view. Connor has his hand outstretched to her and she takes it, allowing the android to pull her up with ease.

DEVON /\

Devon took her gun out of its holster that is on her side, keeping it at the ready in case there was anything dangerous inside. She followed behind Connor who moves around some furniture. Devon raises her gun slightly when they see a human-like figure behind a white sheet. Her adrenaline is pumping as Connor rips the sheet off of the object, revealing a mannequin. She lets out a relieved breath but kept her guard up. She and Connor continue to move deeper into the attic. Sudden movement puts them both into alert and they move forward.

Connor pushes a sofa out of their way and they come face to face with darkness. The only light shining through is a small window. The rain was hitting against the roof heavily. From behind some boxes, an android rushes out. Connor steps to the side, putting himself between the deviant and Devon, causing him to stop in his tracks knowing that he could lash out at the female detective.

DEVON /\

Devon lowers her weapon, seeing the fear in his eyes. True fear. "I was just defending myself..." his tone was full of fear. His clothes were covered in blood. There was blood splattered across his face and she notices how his LED stayed at a constant red. "He was going to kill me...I'm begging you..." He looks from between Connor and Devon, her heartbreaking slightly at how broken and scare he looks. She could see what looks like burn marks on the androids synthetic skin. Has his owner really been abusing him? "Don't tell them." Devon glances at Connor, trying to read his expression but it stays the same. Never wavering as the deviant speaks. "Connor, Devon. What the fuck is going on up there?" Devon glances in the direction of where Hank just called from.

"It's here, Lieutenant!" Connor shouts suddenly. Devon could see all the hope drain from the deviant and she felt sad for him. She places her gun in her holster as she stands beside Connor. "I'm sorry." The deviant mutters as he meets her gaze. "I didn't mean for this to happen." If he didn't have an LED on the side of his head he would have passed as a human. He was acting more human than some actual humans. A few offices came inside and Connor stepped out of their way so they could grab the deviant. Devon looks over at her new partner, meeting his gaze since he was already looking at her.

Connor could see her discomfort at the situation. He also felt something rise inside of his as he looked at her. Something that wasn't programmed inside of him, something that he doesn't understand.

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That’s is the first chapter of HUMANITY! What did you think? Would you like to see more? Please let me know, feed back is highly appreciated!

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"Hahaha. A friend pointed this out. W online shops too!" What does this even mean?! I don't know anyone in 2020 who doesn't online shop besides my 80 year old grandparents because they refuse to learn how to use a computer 😂 I don't get how Will, a 30 something year old man, online shopping is worthy enough for Abby to comment on it. I'm sure Chris does it too. And Darren.

On Nov 5, Darren wrote this post and the cc fandom lost their shit.

They decided that organizing 10 costumes for multiple events in two different states for two different people was not worthy of acknowledgment- especially since they wore several purchased costumes. They spent the next 30-ish days mocking her “online shopping skills” like the petty idiots they are and now they bring it up two months later.

Anonymous asked: this is funny, C posted a photo of beard, D posted photos with the beard. Almost like they were sitting next to each other and saying “ok ok I will say this”

ajw720 answered: The only difference, C controls his SM and the bearding, D does not, but they knew the Halloween post was coming when C posted his belated b-day wishes (not that he acknowledged they were late).

It really is, if you can remove the very human, tragic element, like a script for a really bad D Movie. C posts “Happy Birthday, Babe!” a day after the man’s actual b-day and “D” praises his fake bride for MAKING TEN costumes. Sure praise her if she actually designed them and sat with her sewing machine. No, she went online and ordered things (I doubt she even went to a store). And 3 couple costumes were cheap frankly. The only thought was how narcissistic she could be in their execution (as @flowersintheattic254pointed out even the Mario costume had a reason, it was a reminder of Japan and the fake encagement by referring to the ad that paid for their trip there).

And seriously how are people not questioning that she spent the entirety of her month picking TEN costumes? Who has time for this? I know, i know, a person whose only role in life is to play fake plus one.

I am just so tired by D in particular being utterly dragged down by the useless dead weight by his side and his team’s sole ambition to promote her and make her sound like a decent person.

If they wanted to praise her, maybe they should have forced her to participate in the zero waste initiative instead of sitting drinking by the pool or have her volunteer to help young girls who have been kicked out of their homes, or have been raped. Or pick any cause and truly volunteer her time to promote it. If she is not going to actually get a job and pursue a career, please force her to do something that is actually of value and contribute something good to the world. But to praise her for picking TEN costumes?

Praise that comes from a man who this year alone won three awards, is starring in a show he created and wrote the music for, has his first big movie premiere this week, is exec producer and star of a huge show on N/etflix, just announced his starring role with 2 A++ lists actors next spring on Broadway, celebrated the 5th anniversary of the festival he created, volunteered his time for the zero waste initiative, performed at several charity events, and was just yesterday name limited series actor of the decade. Where is the praise for him from his “bride”? He at least deserves it.

How do they not see how ridiculous it is for someone with D’s accomplishments in 2019 alone praise a person for purchasing TEN costumes for Halloween? And stans, how do you accept that this is right or normal. You really know nothing about him and have such little respect for him as a person if you continue to accept the character his idiotic team has created on his behalf. It is so far from the person he is and that he generally holds himself out to be when given the opportunity.

This isn’t about being a “gay fetishist” or “hating woman” this is about wanting for D to be fairly and accurately represented and no longer forced to participate in this stupid, life sucking game to promote a person that contributes absolutely nothing to the world. If you want to have a strong female role model, there are so many, i’ve talked about a few in the past few days (thus far Nancy, Lea, and Phoebe) and will continue to do so, but please stop worshiping a person whose sole reason you are speaking about her is her connection to D, even if you refuse to accept it is fake.

klainecentric Finished reading the funniest ig story of the day, the qween being praised for sitting in front of either a sewing machine or computer...bravo your majesty qween....your my hero well done.👏👏. And all I can think of is how irrelevant the statement D made about being an emotional horder, being a very private person and finally D saying he's lazy when it comes to social media, I'm internally screaming in frustration because yeah we know D wouldn't have written a post praising that lazy good for nothing waste of space but he's coming across as a lier and it's extremely damaging to his character as a person. I absolutely hate lying and every time another "private" moment is posted to the world is another small piece that's chipped away from what D has originally stated about privacy. PBB, nobody cares about your cheap arse highly flammable costumes you buy online, did you forget about your piano baby adult strip club. I'm sure there are still plenty of people out there you can hire to rub and flaunt their flanges all over the beer taps, why don't you keep busy on that instead. If you want to make costumes, I'm sure you can sew some mighty fine titty tassels together. It'll be cheap nasty, sound familiar.

souly So, let me get this straight. We should all praise a person for going online, looking up different costumes in online stores, putting those in their shopping basket and hitting “buy”? Because I do that at least once a week with other stuff. Do I get praised for that now? Pretty please? I’m doing good work there and buy a lot of stuff, therefore I must be the best person ever!

notes-from-nowhere You’re my Queen. Please, love me.

souly

(I think I got it right. I’m getting the hang of what said person is doing. Wheee! ;))

notes-from-nowhere You nailed it 🤣

ajw720 Yesterday I got a delivery of car food. And instead of his usual seafood mix up greats, I got him shrimp flavor. I’m awesome!!!!!

souly Oh, hey! I think we should all take pictures of whatever we bought online during the week or month and make individual posts on all of our social media accounts about it. Because, you know…

cassie1022 I picked up stuff I ordered online at Target and PetSmart. Does that count? Should I receive accolades because my cat will have fresh litter to do her business on?

souly Only if you post the pictures to prove it! ;)

ajw720 As soon as I get home. Pictures forthcoming. Shrimp cat treats and I also got a burgundy blanket for my new comforter!!! Life goals!!!!!!!!!!!

souly Okay, so, let’s see… What did I buy online during the past month that can be shared as pictures? Some things are gifts, so I obviously can’t post anything about those yet. But I think these here are safe.

Let’s start with one of my fav new shirts. (Excuse the grainy quality. I had to quickly edit it for privacy reasons. :p And yes, that’s a butterfly mirror.)

The rest are behind the cut to save your dash from drowning in too many pictures. ;)

cheekyface72 You’re my queen from now on…

ajw720 I think emmy/sag/gg/CC winner DC should write a post @soulypraising your awesome, amazing, unparalleled online shopping skills! You earned that praise. That cat toy is particularly spectacular.

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Just A Taste of M’s Amazing Online Shopping Skills that are worthy of such Praise

ajw720

Super Mario with inflatable Dragon $54.66 (x)

Princess Peach $78.99 (x)

chrisdarebashfulsmiles. i can’t

flowersintheattic254. When you add the fact that the wedding was sponsored so heavily, and her history of outfits I think it shows Mi@rren is something that’s always been done very much ‘on the cheap’.

From work vacays (honeymoon included), RC ‘glue gun’ looks, thrift shoes and subsidized weddings.

It’s BUDGET BEARDING!!!

leka-1998. It’s not worth more than this, that’s for sure.

notes-from-nowhere We are so ungrateful. She worked hard to find the gloves.

I bet she had to click on another link to find them. She deserves another accolade.

ajw720 @flowersintheattic254 Budget Bearding! I LOVE It! (and something tells me D’s SW costume in particular was far cheaper than either of these).

souly That Snow White dress can be found for about $25 in a ton of online shops. I stumbled upon it even before Halloween way too many times. 😂

@notes-from-nowhere The plush question mark block can be found in a couple online stores like this one. She simply glued it onto some gloves - or asked L to do it with that glue gun of hers.

flowersintheattic254 Well funnily enough I think we may have confirmation that 🚽🚽 glued on the puppies so I guess YES to the question mark block too!!!

cassie1022 They can’t even glue things properly. Why am I not surprised?

leka-1998

So, so amazing. Bow to the kween and her not so helpful helper.

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There are lots more...I figured enough of your brain cells died reading the ones I posted. On Nov 30 she is STiLL bringing it up”

Anonymous asked:

Whenever I see miarren gifset they always use the same quote underneath (the rolling the windows down quote) and at first I rolled my eyes and thought uh not that quote again, and I can't believe it took me this long to realise it's because there is literally no other quote that can be construed as loving. You can hardly put down "she's a big girl" whenever you make a set of gifs with M beaming and D looking like someone murdered the dog he's allergic to.

ajw720: And I love the Emmy quote as it was an absolute reference to his character who was a psychopath. Pretty telling if you ask me. But that reference is over their heads.

And pretty much the only one. Guess saying he’s a ball and chain kind of guy isn’t romantic. They can’t even take pooping exes as he clearly steered the conversation away from her. Lovely lady of many moons? Nah she sounds like a stranger. Saying nothing changes after marriage? Sounds boring. It’s a struggle. But hey she’s an excellent online shopper that he done got hitched to!!!

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writersrealmbts · 5 years

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Protect Them-Hybrid AU: Part 10/Finale

Description: Safe with Me Sequel! You work two days a week teaching kids the joys of learning and reading, your favorites being the triplets. When the triplet’s adopted older brother is the one that starts picking them up, you’re not sure what life just handed you but you’re pretty sure it’s just another little slice of heaven. Hoseok x Reader.

Warnings: I don’t even know, if you do, let me know and I’ll change the warnings.

Posted: 02/27/2019

Tags: Hybrid!au, hybrid!Hoseok, Safe With Me Sequel

Angst with fluffs: 2,016 words

A/N: We’re here. The end of this particular arc of the series. I still have a holiday request to fulfill (I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I didn’t know how the story was going to go and it would have messed up my ability to finish the story) for Hobi and reader, but that might be a while. I’m also working on finishing up a story I’ve had in my drafts for a while that didn’t go quite like I planned, but it should be fun. I’ve been pretty focused on editing and posting Army Medics on Ao3, so I haven’t done much in the way of some of my WIPs. Also, we got three feet of snow this past weekend, so there’s even more snow than before. My car was buried. Anywho: Thank you everyone who has read it and given me feedback, thanks for the likes, the comments, everything. I’m sorry it took so long for me to finish this series (I posted the prologue on Oct. 5th and the first part on Nov. 14th), but thanks for sticking with me for the journey! I love you all.

“Are you sure?” “Yeah. I’m sure. I mean, it’s a nice place and it’s actually not far from here. There’s a bus I can take to get to work, which will give me time to read.” You smiled down at the baby in your arms. “They’re adorable, Emma.” “I know.” She grinned down at her son, Jaehyun. “Is Aimi asleep?” “Yeah, she is,” You replied, setting her into the cradle before looking at Emma. “I should get going.” She set Jaehyun next to Ami, smiling as they curled into each other with soft, puppy-like sounds. You made a soft sound. “That’s adorable.” “Isn’t it? I missed when the triplets used to do this,” She lightly brushed their heads, then sat back and looked at you. “Have you talked to Hobi?” You shook your head. “No.” She nodded a little, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Are you going to?” You looked at your hands in your lap. “I…I don’t know.” She didn’t say anything more, simply rubbing your arm in a comforting manner. You looked up as Jungkook knocked lightly on the doorframe. “Hey, your bag is in Hobi’s car because he’s insisting on driving you.” You took in a deep breath, then nodded. “Okay, thank you.” He nodded, hesitating in the doorway before disappearing into the hallway. You got up and stretched. “Oh, time for another few hours of torture.” She laughed softly. “Don’t be so melodramatic. This give you the chance to talk to him. If it doesn’t go well, call me. Okay?” You nodded and hugged her. “Thank you for everything, Emma.” She hugged you tightly, then released. “I’m so glad you’re better.” “Well, as much as I can get better, yeah.” You sighed, smiling. The doctors said it was likely that now that they had started, you would continue to have seizures, probably for the rest of your life, and your vision in your left eye still fluctuated between blurry and blind, but your leg was fully functioning now. You were still not allowed to run and it still got tired long before your other did and would get sore, especially at night, but you could put weight on it and move. The triplets all nuzzled into your neck at once when you went to hug Nari goodbye first, causing you to laugh softly. “Why are you leaving?” Minsu asked, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder since Kaemon was blocking your neck. “Because I have to go back to living in my own place now that I’m all better,” You told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, which prompted the other two to whine for kisses as well. Adorable. “But I like you being here,” Nari said. “Everything is good! I have a baby sister, and I have you and Hobi, and Eomma and Appa!” “And a baby brother,” You added. “I already had brothers, now I have a sister!” She said dramatically. “Be excited about both. Just think about it, one more kid to play with. You love your brothers.” She grinned at them. “I do.” Minsu giggled and playfully tackled her to the ground, rubbing his nose against hers. “You better.” Kaemon flopped on top of both, earning groans and giggly protests. Jin chuckled, watching them carefully from a distance. “Lunch is ready, pups.” “Food!” Minsu cheered. “Get off me! There’s food!” “He’s asleep. Again!” Nari let out a dramatic groan of disbelief. You laughed at their antics, standing and receiving the hugs from Jungkook, Jimin, and Jin. “I’ll see you on Monday,” Jin said, patting your shoulder. “It really was a pleasure having you with us. Don’t be a stranger.” “I’ll try not to be,” You answered, smiling and walking toward the door. Hoseok waved to his family, then followed you out. You two were almost to the summer house, your sister having left everything to you, when you finally broke the heavy silence. “I could’ve taken a taxi,” You started. He shook his head. “I won’t feel comfortable unless I know you’re okay.” “Right, because you feel responsible for me after seeing me get hurt,” You murmured, looking out the window. Anywhere but him. It was quiet again. “Wha…whe…” He made a couple more sounds like he wanted to ask a question before falling silent after a quiet and meaningful, “Oh.” You wouldn’t even look at him after he had parked in front of the house. He just sat in the drivers seat as you got out and went to the trunk to get your bag. You knocked on the trunk and he seemed to flinch before moving and popping the trunk, quickly getting out of the car. You carried the bag inside, even though you could sort of tell that he wanted to carry it for you. But you weren’t hurt anymore. He followed you inside. You set the bag on the couch and gestured around. “There. Happy? I’m safe.” He looked at you with surprise. “Y/n…can I talk to you? Sit with me?” “We sat in silence the whole ride, and you want to talk now?” He nodded, coming over and taking your hand, guiding you to sit beside him. “In the car, you said something about me feeling responsible for you after seeing you get hurt.” “I was just—” “Repeating what I said, that day in the bathroom back when you first got hurt. The day you were sick. I told you that.” He nodded. He seemed nervous. “I told you that my instincts went crazy after seeing you get hurt, and having your blood on me from carrying you to the hospital. But there was more to it. Sure, that’s enough to make a hybrid protective and attached…but when that happens and it’s someone that you like…really, really like…as in…romantically…well, it’s about ten times worse.” “Why are you—” “Not yet. Just, listen. Please. Hybrids can generally tell from a few interactions if someone they’re interested in could be a potential mate. We fall in love quickly. Easily. I’m not an exception. And seeing you that first day, with the kids? And then every time I saw you again…I got there early that day because I was hoping I could talk to you before your shift ended. Then the tornado, and the way you protect the kids. Risking yourself, getting hurt and then rubbing yourself on me so that hte kids wouldn’t notice my fear scent as much…” He was smiling warmly. “How could I not love someone as kind and caring as you?” Holy. Crap. You stared at him, unable to think of a proper response. “Then you got hurt. The guilt I felt…the anger…I couldn’t protect you, or keep you safe, because we were both trying to protect the kids and that led to you getting hurt and it killed me. Because I had to choose and I wanted to choose you, but it was too late and I knew that I would never be able to forgive myself if the kids…and you were so alone…” He was starting to get a little fragmented. “I know you think caring for you was burdensome and unflattering, but honestly, I’ve never really been happier because I got to be close to you and try and help you get better. And you did. And while there were times when you were discouraged you always put up a cheerful front for the pups and…taking care of them with you that week that all that crazy stuff happened was honestly the best week of my life because I got to pretend that we were really together, that they were our kids and we were in love and I had to tell you that I love you because if I don’t I think I might go crazy.” You blinked rapidly at him. “I love you. I love your stubbornness and compassion, and the way you sleep is adorable.” He was holding both of your hands. You weren’t even sure if you were blinking anymore. “Please tell me you aren’t having a seizure while I’m explaining all of this because I might cry if you are.” “I’m not,” You said softly, finally dragging your gaze from him to try and process everything. “That punk.” “What?” “Jungkook. He couldn’t have just said that I was being stupid and that you liked me too. I’ve been driving myself crazy, over something I could have had months ago because of you and your stupid explanations about hybrids and their sense of duty,” You hit him with a couch pillow. “Are you kidding me?! Do you realize, I’ve been tearing myself apart inside thinking that you, the most amazing man I have ever known, saw me as nothing more than your patient and that I would never stand a chance with you. I stopped almost every fantasy, I shunned every niggling idea of something more because…” You let out a shout of frustration. “I love you too, idiot.” He grinned and pulled you to him, lips pressed to yours in a kiss that you wouldn’t forget anytime soon. He had to be a god. “So much better than I thought it would be,” He murmured, kissing you several more times afterward. “Shh,” You scolded, locking onto his lips again. His lips parted from yours, kissing the scar on your face. “I’m moving in. You shouldn’t live alone when you could have a seizure at any time.” “Ok.” “I have to be at Emma and Jin’s before Jin goes to the Sanctuary, so you can ride with me to the house and then with Jin to the Sanctuary.” He tucked his head into your neck. “Mmmm,” You responded semi-coherently. “You’re stuck with me forever.” “However will I manage?” Your response was half-heartedly sarcastic and rhetorical, earning a chuckle from him. He kissed you again. “I’m mating you tonight.” You smiled up at him. The man that had driven you crazy for the past four months. “Fine, but you only have three years before I insist on having kids.” He grinned. “Sounds perfect.” He kissed you again, soft and sweet, then pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you.” “I love you too. More than you could ever imagine.” Maybe life wasn’t perfect and you had lost a lot, but you had Hoseok. “What did you say that night?” “What night?” “The night Emma and Jin went to the hospital to have the twins. I said they’ve got good genes, and you said something else, but I was half-asleep.” He pulled you into his arms completely, laying down with you after kicking your suitcase off of the couch. He was mostly on top of you, forehead pressed against your temple. “I said that ours would be cuter.” Nevermind. Everything bad was worth this perfect moment with him. “So…did you actually want to wait three years, or was that just in case I wanted to wait a few years? Cause, I’ve sort of had to deal with watching and imagining you as the mom to my pups so…” “Oh, that was totally for you, I’ve had baby fever ever since you said ‘our kids’ when I told you to tell people that the triplets were your kids.” “I don’t need the years.” “Then we’ll discard the years.” “Do you need time to adjust to the idea of us being in a relationship?” “Now that I look back on it, aside from the whole sex, sleeping together, and romance we were basically a married couple so not much really changes except I can stop torturing myself.” You nodded. “Huh. I guess you’re right.” “Yeah.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “This is really comfortable.” “It is,” You agreed, yawning. “Nap time?” “Totally nap time.” He wiggled a little, getting more comfortable, fluffy tail covering your legs as well as his. “Goodnight, y/n. Love you.” “Goodnight, Hobi.” His hold on you tightened and he grinned. You pressed a chaste little kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

Masterlist. ~ Part 9. ~ Masterpost. ~ Specials: Next

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My 8bitdo SN30 Pro+ Review (w/ my Paper Dolls) - Part 1 [Nov 19, 2020]

Hi, it is time to do another awesome item review; and for that here’s my next 8bitdo game item brand that I made myself a promise!😊

This is the review topic of my 🎮8bitdo SN30 Pro+🎮 Bluetooth gamepad!😁 (And not to mentioned w/ my always guests, my two paper dolls.☺️)

So without further ado, let’s get started:

1st & 2nd Image(s): • Here’s the actual box itself, with the advertising picture of a gamepad as well as on the top right side beside the name model gamepad; the devices compatible and content accessories from the inside. •My paper doll saying that they’re appreciating the look of the box (both front and rear), I know right.☺️

3rd Image: • On the rear you see some information about the gamepad as well as the full description of compatible devices.

○ As of today, the ff. devices that supports 8bitdo SN30 Pro + gamepad are:

- 🎮 Nintendo Switch console ver. 1.0.0 & above, as well as the 🎮 lite counterpart ver. 9.0.0 & above.

- Windows 7 to 10 & above, and same goes to Mac OS ver. 10.10 (X Yosemite) & above (Both in 🖥️PC desktops and 💻Laptop formats); also Steam Games as well, for both Windows and Mac OS. NOTE #1: Be sure that you have a built-in bluetooth or a USB bluetooth dongle in v4.0 on your either Windows and MacOS (both either in PC desktop or laptop formats) in order to function your SN30 Pro+ gamepad. Or as an alternative you must have a 8bitdo wireless adapter/retro receiver (like I have) for your SN30 Pro+ gamepad. Just be sure that your wireless adapter is update the latest firmware at the official 8bitdo support website [CLICK ME!].

- 📱 Android devices ver. 4.0 (Ice Cream Sandwich) & above (both in smartphone, phablet hybrid and actual tablet formats). Downside: Unfortunately, it doesn’t compare📵with Apple iOS devices (both in iPhone and iPad formats). Sorry iOS users, better find a better wireless gamepad elsewhere. (Although I’m not sure if you could, but at least you try buy any 8bitdo gamepad(s) and willing it to try connect to your any iOS devices. Bottom-line, try it for yourself... Just saying you know.)

- (And finally) 🍓Raspberry Pi, bluetooth v2.0 & above (Model 2B, 2B+, 3B, Zero). NOTE #2: Be sure to check your latest Raspberry Pi that has a built-in bluetooth. Most old Raspberry Pi’s don’t have a built-in bluetooth as far as I know.

•The 🎮 SN30 Pro+ gamepad had a three different variants; the ⚫ Black Edition, and two inspired previous Nintendo game console/portable, the ⚪SN Edition (inspires the SNES US variant) and the 🔴G Classic Edition (inspires the original Nintendo Game Boy).

•I ended up with the '🔴G Classic Edition', because it looks cool, I love the color maroon like front facing buttons, and printing the arrows on the D-pad too😊. The ⚪SN Edition however seems okay, to say nothing of the concave formats on the X & Y buttons, which is very neat 🙂. The ⚫Black Edition on the other hand, trying to a sorta replicate to the N-Switch Pro Controller’s color. And in my opinion, it’s hard to see in the dark when I picked the black edition 😅.

4th to 6th Image(s): •[4th Image]: I slide off the carton sleeve and let’s open the actual controller...😊 •[5th Image]: I lift the solid box and look at that!😯 It looks stunning in real life!😮♥️ •[6th Image]: My paper dolls seen my new gamepad and they’re very agree!☺️ Also the solid box and the plastic front cover looks cool and I’ll used it as a gamepad case of sorts until I’ll get the actual gamepad case with a protective hard material of course.😊

BTW: I mentioned that there’s a 💳 note card for the “ 8bitdo Ultimate Software” in front of it, which I’ll save that topic in part 3.😉

7th & 8th Image(s): • Now I removed the plastic cover and the note card to see the main item gamepad!😊 • My paper dolls saying that “you can’t wait to touch your new wireless gamepad”, I know I’m so very excitement to touch and hold my new wireless gamepad from 8bitdo!🎮😁

And speaking of which, I have a recorded video of that.🎦📲 So please proceed to my part 1.5 by [CLICK ME!].

Well that’s all for now. If you want to see my previous 8bitdo wireless adapter/retro receiver, then I’ll provide some links down below.↓😉

My 8bitdo USB Wireless Adapter ‘PS Classic Edition’: • Opening parcel [Aug 27, 2020] • Part 1 [Aug 28, 2020] • Part 2 [Aug 28, 2020] • Part 3 (Recorded video) [Aug 28, 2020] • Part 4 (Recorded Video) [Aug 28, 2020] • Part 5 (Recorded Video) [Aug 28, 2020] • Part 6 (Recorded Video) [Oct 20, 2020] • Part 7 (Recorded Video) [Oct 28, 2020] • Part 8 (Recorded Video) [Nov 14, 2020] • Part 9 (Recorded Video) [Nov 14, 2020] • Part 10 [Final] (Recorded Video) [Nov 16, 2020]

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New Year’s Day

Word Count: 3.4k yikes

Summary: A relationship over the span of three new year’s days. They get lost, and then they find their way back together.

Warnings: okay well Tom gets sad for a bit and there’s swearing but basically that’s it! Also there’s like two seconds of Christmas in this I hope u enjoy

Note: okay admittedly I’m a bit on the fence about this one?? idk, we’ll see how it goes. Also!! This is my prompt for @irndad ‘s writing challenge!! I had the prompt New Year’s Kiss so. u can imagine. Hope you enjoy! (also this gif has nothing to do with the fic but he’s so CUTE)

Dec 8th, 2017

“You’re absolutely ridiculous,” She says, her voice riddled with laughter. Mistletoe hangs above them, her hands are laced behind Tom’s neck, and Tom’s trying to stop smiling so damn brightly.

“Maybe,” He replies. She laughs again, gorgeous and bright, her head falling forward and her forehead resting on his chest. She kisses him that day, laughter following her as she leaves him standing under the mistletoe. He watches her go, his face painted with a smile.

He’s beyond lucky to have her in his life, he realizes. She’s one of the best people he’s ever met, and he loves being able to hear her laugh from somewhere in their apartment.

“Tom? You coming? We’re gonna be late!” She calls from the other room. Tom takes a moment to stumble his way out of his thoughts, and then he’s rushing after her, pulling on a coat as he locks their door behind them.

“We won’t be late,” He replies, but then he’s pulling her by her hand to rush out into the cold air. They arrive at dinner five minutes late.

Dec 10th, 2017

It’s a Sunday evening. She’s curled into his side, a book propped up against one of her legs. Tessa’s managed to stretch her way across both of them, and Tom scratches behind her ears while he scrolls through his phone. There’s soft Christmas music playing, and there’s a dusting of snow coating London. She leans her head back against his shoulder, looking up from her book for a moment so she can see him.

“Tom?” She says, her voice light, and so gorgeous. Tom hums in reply, looking down at her with a look that he can only assume is filled with the brightest of love. “I love you.” Tom lets a breathy laugh fall past his lips, bringing one of his hands to hers as he rubs soft patterns into her skin.

“I love you too.” She smiles at that, bringing their intertwined hands up to her lips and pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. She then settles back into Tom’s side, her attention once again turned to her book. He watches her for a moment more, letting himself save every second of what’s in front of him. Then he turns back to his phone, reading through an email that he finds much less intriguing than the girl next to him.

Dec 16th, 2017

She’s sitting on the stool in front of him, her head in her hands. She’s messing with her hair, and Tom’s standing on the other side of the island, tempted to reach out and grab one of her hands. He doesn’t like that she feels helpless.

“But you just got back,” She whispers. Her voice breaks, and Tom can practically feel it. She takes her hands away from her face, looking up at him and waiting for anything, any kind of reaction from him.

“I- I know, love, and I’ll be here for the rest of the holidays, but I have to leave on January 4th to finish up press.” Tom looks at her, eyes begging her to understand. He hates that he leaves her like this, that she has to stay in their apartment alone, watching from worlds away.

“How long are you gonna be gone?” She asks. Her eyebrows are furrowed, creating little wrinkles on her forehead that he so badly wants to smooth out.

“Just two weeks,” Tom replies. She laughs, humorless and a bit cold.

“Just two weeks,” She repeats.

It isn’t the first, or the last time they’ll have this fight.

Dec 25th, 2017

When he wakes up, her side of the bed is empty, but he can hear her humming in the kitchen. He walks in to see her with a tray of food and a pot of tea. She looks up to see him, smiling in the doorway, and she does an adorable little gasp.

“You aren’t supposed to be awake yet! Go back to bed!” She runs over to him, pushing Tom out of the kitchen and towards their room. Tom’s laughing the entire time, and he turns around just as they reach their bedroom door.

“You didn’t have to do this all for me,” He says. She shakes her head at him.

“Oh shut up, it’s Christmas!” That morning, they sit in bed, eating breakfast and laughing together.

Dec 28th, 2017

They’re in their living room, there’s tears in her eyes as she walks back and forth. Tom stands in front of her, watching as she paces. He doesn’t have that same feeling of heartbreak as he did a few days ago.

“I don’t know, it’s just that, sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to have someone who didn’t leave every few weeks,” She says, finally stilling to stand in front of him. It’s then when the heartbreak sets in.

“What?” Tom asks, breathless. He’s got his arms crossed, and now she’s looking up at the ceiling, taking a breath before everything spills out.

“It’s hard, Tom.” Her voice cracks. “It’s so fucking hard, because I just want to be able to support you and be there for you but God, it’s hard when you’re so far away.” Tom stares at her, he can feel his heart stop, there’s a pit in his stomach.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to say, y/n,” Tom replies. At some point, any anger had faded away, and now Tom’s got his fingers nervously creating patterns into his own skin, when they so badly want to trace patterns into hers.

“It’s just-“ She stops for a moment, gathering her thoughts, “sometimes, it feels like you’re so far away, and sometimes, it feels like I’m alone and like I don’t have anyone here to help me.” Tom stays silent, watching as she runs her hands through her hair. He feels like everything is spiraling around him and he doesn’t know how to stop anything.

“I don’t know what you want me to do,” He says.

“I don’t know either, Tom,” Her voice has gone soft, almost a whisper. She takes a breath, “Maybe I need a break from all of this.”

Tom feels himself shatter.

Dec 29th, 2017

She leaves him that evening, snow fresh on the ground, and Tessa whining behind him. She places her keys into the palm of his hand, and when he looks up to meet her eyes, there’s tears behind them.

“I’m sorry,” She says. Tom can’t bring himself to say anything. He can feel the lump at the back of his throat. He wants to scream. Before he can really process what’s happening, she’s gone.

Dec 31st, 2017

He can’t bring himself to go to Harrison’s party, despite having promised to be there. Instead, Tom finds himself sitting on his couch, Tessa’s head resting in his lap. The apartment feels a lot emptier without her. He takes down the mistletoe.

Jan 1st, 2018

He starts the new year alone, something that he hasn’t felt in a while. He keeps finding pieces of her around the apartment, he doesn’t get rid of the picture of her beside his bed, or the blanket that she gave him for Christmas. He just curls up, trying to feel any bit of warmth that he’s lost.

Jan 3rd, 2018

Tom leaves for press that day. He tries not to think of how different the airport would have been with her there. Tries not to think about how she would’ve kissed him goodbye, how she would’ve hugged him as tightly as she could, burying her face into his neck just before security. He would’ve turned back to look at her, giving her a final smile before walking out of her line of sight. He doesn’t have anyone to turn back to that day.

Jan 17th, 2018

Tom’s beyond tired from the press tour, but nothing seems to make it go away. He comes home to a silent apartment, left untouched during his two weeks away. He lays down on the couch. He notices how cold it is.

Feb 12th, 2018

Their “break” still hasn’t ended. Tom starts to wonder if she’ll ever come back to him.

Mar 22nd, 2018

Harrison comes over, and the apartment is lively, filled with laughter, and the air seems much warmer. The sun seems a bit brighter that day, as dumb as it sounds. They watch reruns of shows that they both love, and Tom feels a bit less lonely.

May 13th, 2018

Tom’s busy with work, he doesn’t really have time to think much. It’s been months, and he’d though that he’d be doing much better by now. He is, if he really thinks about it, but the apartment still feels empty in a way that he can’t quite explain. He’s not even sure if he’s lonely as much as he just misses having things to do all the time. He decides that being this busy with work is good for him.

Nov 12th, 2018

The holidays are getting dangerously close. Tom can feel a pit in his stomach at every mention of mistletoe, and he hates the way he gets when he thinks of her. He hadn’t thought of her in a while, actually, but now she’s with him at every turn. He thinks of her humming while she makes herself tea, or the feeling of her head resting on his shoulder. He misses that feeling of warmth more than anything. Misses the way his cheeks would hurt from smiling whenever he was around her.

Dec 5th, 2018

He stumbles onto her Instagram page. The posts are few and far between, all of her with friends, and he hates that he’s like this. After almost a year, he’s still drawn to her, still wishing that he could wake up to her by his side again. Sometimes he thinks that he hears her laugh somewhere in the apartment, or that he can hear her singing some Christmas song. He didn’t think he missed her like this anymore.

Dec 31st, 2018 - 6:00 PM

Tom walks into the party with Harrison’s arm around his shoulders. He’s cheerfully leading him to the kitchen, already talking about what kind of drink he’s planning on making him. Tom has to hold back laughter, already feeling everything lighten up around him. This was the party that he had missed last year, the one that he had exchanged for sitting alone on his couch, wondering where he went wrong, and why it all happened so quickly.

Before he knows it, Harrison’s handing him a drink and continuing to lead him around the party. Really, Tom has a great time. Harrison’s by his side for most of it, both of them laughing along to whatever story their friends tell. He’s beyond glad to be here, to be able to start the new year with people that he loves surrounding him.

Tom’s talking to a few old friends from school when hears it. A laugh, one that he could pick out anywhere. He looks over to Harrison, eyebrows furrowed, but Harrison just gives him a confused look in return. Tom looks over to where the noise came from and he can feel his heartbeat in his chest. His eyes scan the groups of people in front of him, and then he sees her. Her hair’s hanging around her face, a red cup in her hand, she’s got this gorgeous smile on her face, and he sees her laugh this time. It’s the prettiest thing he’s seen in a while.

She turns, and then her eyes lock with his. There’s a moment where everything within him feels broken, like he’s back in their apartment with her keys in the palm of his hand, where she’s walking out with a low-hanging head and down turned eyes. But he’s here, in this goddamn New Year’s party, with her looking at him for the first time in a whole year. He smiles at her, and then turns back to the conversation in front of him.

Dec 31st, 2018 - 11:00 PM

Tom’s sitting out on the balcony at this point. Harrison’s somewhere out in the party, most likely flirting with a girl or laughing with old friends. The balcony is cold, but Tom doesn’t really mind. It’s quiet, and the soft snow falling to the ground offers some kind of odd comfort. There’s a light dusting of snow on the top of the railing, and Tom’s finding himself making little patterns in it.

Tom hears the door behind him open, but doesn’t bother to look behind him, figuring that it’s just someone who wants to get out of the noise for a moment as well.

“You’re going to freeze out here without a coat.” Tom pauses, not even daring to look back at her in fear that she’ll disappear if he does. But then he feels her laying a coat around his shoulders, and everything feels a bit more like home. At the feeling of her fingers brushing his shoulders, he looks back.

“Thanks,” He says, pulling the coat closer around him. He looks down at it, realizing that it’s his before he decides to pull it on completely.

“Harrison told me which one was yours,” She explains. She’s taken a step back from him, her hands stuffed into her coat pockets and her eyes turned to the ground. Tom lets out a breathy laugh, turning back to the city in front of him.

“Glad you’re both looking out for me.” He hears her shoes hit against the balcony floor, and then she’s leaning next to him, looking down at the city with him. She keeps a distance between them that he wishes would disappear, but he can still feel his heart breaking with every step she takes towards him. He’s terrified to let her in again.

“How’s your year been?” She asks. Her voice is light, almost tip-toeing around him. Tom’s laugh is humorless, almost more of a sigh than anything.

“It’s been shit.” She looks over at him, concern clear in her eyes. He glances over at her, watching as she shifts uncomfortably. He feels his heart sink, deciding that he hates how all of this is. He hates that he can’t even talk to her without feeling like everything is going to break. “What about you?” His voice is a bit lighter, trying to make up for the uncomfortable air that he caused.

“Pretty shit too, if I’m honest,” She replies. Tom laughs a bit, and she smiles up at him when she hears him.

“I’ve missed this,” Tom whispers. He’s not even entirely sure he’s said it, but when she looks up at him, eyes bright and the beginnings of a smile on her face, he’s sure of it.

“I missed this too,” She replies, matching his tone of voice. Tom smiles, shaking his head a bit at her.

“You could’ve called, y’know.”

“Didn’t know if you’d want me back.” Her voice is quiet, and then she’s playing with her hair, and he wants to grab her hand again, trace those patterns into her skin, make her feel comfortable again.

“I always wanted you back,” He whispers. When she looks up at him, her smile is weak, her eyes begging for something that he can’t decipher.

“Don’t know why you would.”

“There’s more reasons than I can count.” Her laugh is barely there, just a shake of her head and the softest sound he’s heard in a while.

“I should’ve been there for you.” He can hear her voice break, and he wants to wrap her in his arms, never let her go because yes, maybe she messed up, but he did too.

“You needed a break,” He replies. “Hell, I need a break from my life sometimes.” She laughs again, and this time her head just barely touches his shoulder. He thinks it’s the best thing he’s felt in a while.

“You still needed that support, and I didn’t always give that to you,” She says. Tom shakes his head.

“Maybe you didn’t, but it wasn’t your job. I should’ve supported you more, too. We both made mistakes,” Tom says. It’s then when she leans her head on his shoulder fully, and he wants nothing more than to let her stay there forever.

“I don’t know-” She starts, but Tom cuts her off.

“Tell you what, maybe we can talk all of this out over coffee tomorrow? Like that place down the road that you always loved or something?” Tom asks. He can feel the smile cross her face, and just about everything in him feels a bit warmer.

“That sounds great,” She replies. Distantly, they can hear a countdown beginning. Tom laughs.

“Have we really been out here for an hour?”

“I guess we have,” She says. Her voice is back to the one that he loves, and he’s beyond glad to have her back next to him. Yelling comes from inside the apartment, and she’s laughing into his shoulder.

Jan 1st, 2019

He starts the New Year with her laughter filling his ears, and her head on his shoulder.

Jan 13th, 2019

He kisses her again for the first time in a year.

Feb 24th, 2019

He FaceTimes her every night of his press tour. She falls asleep while on the phone with him, he doesn’t mind.

Apr 17th, 2019

He wakes up to the sound of her humming in the kitchen again.

Aug 29th, 2019

She comes with him to New York City. He takes pictures of her around the city. They turn into his lockscreen. There’s a picture of him that hangs around her neck.

Dec 2nd, 2019

“Again?” She asks, looking up at the mistletoe.

“Hey, it’s not my fault that you keep standing with me under mistletoe.” Tom looks up at the decoration above them, shrugging his shoulders at her as she rolls her eyes.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?” Tom laughs, watching as she goes to walk away. Tom chases after her, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a kiss on her cheek before burying his face in the crook of her neck. She laughs, turning around in his arms to look at him.

“You’re the worst, Tom,” She says between bits of laughter. Tom smiles down at her, shrugging his shoulders again. She shakes her head, but then she leans up and presses a kiss to his lips, and it makes up for all of it.

Dec 25th, 2019

Tom sneaks out of bed in the morning to make her breakfast, she glares at him when she finds out that he stole her plan.

Dec 31st, 2019 - 11:50 PM

“So, what’d you think of this year?” She asks him. Her hands are laced behind his neck, and she’s looking up at him with the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen. His cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling all night, but he’s beyond glad to be here, with her in his arms.

“I don’t know, it was pretty shit,” Tom replies with a smirk on his face. She rolls her eyes at him, unlacing her hands from behind his neck.

“Oh really? Well, maybe I should just take my things and-“

“No no no no,” Tom says, cutting her off. He grabs her hands, and she places them behind his neck again. She laughs at him, letting her forehead rest against his chest. It’s only a few moments later when the countdown begins around them, and Tom takes a second, because this is so much better than last year, so much better than any year he’s had yet. She has her arms wrapped around him, looking up at him with gorgeous eyes and a bright smile. He’s certain that nothing could make life better than this, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Jan 1st, 2020

She leans up, pressing her lips to his for the moment when the countdown ends. There’s yelling around them, a chorus for the new year, but Tom’s oblivious to all of it.

“Happy New Year,” He whispers. Tom practically melts at the sight of her in front of him, and he can’t wait to have moments like these be part of every new year that awaits him. She laughs, tilting her head to the side and letting her eyes scan over his face.

“Happy New Year.”

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l0chn3ss · 6 years

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@se-rarepair-day -- check it out my homie and consider partaking! I wrote this one for mahself and for my tsukid needs ;D fashionable aus are my jam

Nov 2017 Prompt: Tasteful

He was due for another fitting, entering the boutique just on time for his appointment. While Kid’s secretary was always one who urged him to be earlier for any pre-scheduled, that phrase about how being fifteen minutes early meant on-time, he’d much rather be at leisure. He didn’t even see his regular person when he walked in. All the more reason to not be unnecessarily timely.

Sitting by the window, he picked up a magazine that they had spread on the coffee table, reading for another five minutes before he was finally called in by the person at the front desk. But he took the copy of Cosmopolitan in with him, all too knowing that his stylist would take another moment to set up and finish her last client. Setting his suit on the rack on the side, then making himself comfortable on his usual chair, he flipped page after page. It was only when the curtain slid open that he got up from his seat to greet Bella.

It wasn’t her who he saw. Rather, it was another tall woman, dark hair tucked in a bun and pins stuck in her sleeves. She came in first, then Kid’s usual person. They were both in uniform, though one looked newer than the other, so he was unsure of why there was a need for an assistant that day.

His question was immediately answered after Bella greeted him, introducing the new trainee as a promising girl close to his age. Tsubaki extended her hand out for a polite shake, entertaining a “how do you do” before setting down her supplies next to her new manager’s. Moving carefully, orienting herself around her bag, she drew out a couple of more pins and measuring tools as Bella took a moment to talk to Kid privately.

“Tsu is freshly out of school. You’ll be nice to her, won’t you?”

He frowned, “I’ll do no such thing unless it’s warranted.”

“Oh, it will be. She’s skilled. Worked in other shops as an intern before. Using this place as a springboard to make it as a designer.” Bella clucked her tongue. “She’s an ambitious one.”

Eyes trailing after her, Kid said, “You know I don’t like most of your employees.”

“But she’s different,” Bella assured. “Girl’s got a good head on her shoulders, and besides, you only disliked Mels and Betty because they chattered and couldn’t keep a seam straight.”

“And what does that say about their competence?”

“Touche. Still, I’m hoping that Tsu will become your more permanent associate.”

He sighed, resigning to the logic that it was only a matter of time until Bella became too busy to attend to him. As his father’s friend, she made a special exception to Kid and worked on his suits herself. Lately however, she’d been working on new contract deals and campaigns along with another new line of casual slacks, leaving close to no time to meet up with Kid for his appointments.

There’d better be some hope with Tsubaki, especially since both Kid and Bella couldn’t afford to look for another tailor.

At the beginning of the session with Kid dressed up from head to toe, Tsubaki had already caught the looseness of the upper arms, attention trained on the area as she told Kid as such. She waited for his consent before reaching to measure around his bicep, poking at his arm with her fingers and testing out the material of his suit. Expert hands slid new pins into the place of old ones, managing to keep away from ever grazing the dress shirt under his coat. And following some of the most obvious alterations that she could see immediately, she ran through every major point, as if following a comprehensive list from memory, just to see if there were any spots that she’d missed. Kid lifted his arms when directed, holding his hands behind his back, lifting his knees to be on par with his waist, never needing to stay in an uncomfortable position for too long thanks to Tsubaki’s quick judgement.

It was half way through when Kid noticed that Bella had already slipped out of the room, shocked that a trainee was left alone with a customer. But by this time, Kid knew that he already had trust in her skills, and in Bella’s judgment. Tsubaki didn’t seem to need any extra instructions, gliding across the room as she examined a spot in every angle. So Bella was right; Tsubaki was perhaps a little different than the others.

Kid especially thought so when she asked him how his inner knee felt.

If all went well, this would have been the last day that the suit needed before becoming complete. He walked around the room for a moment longer until Bella came back in, drawing a smile from Tsubaki whose expression hadn’t changed much at all through the process. She took only a glance at Kid before praising Tsubaki heavily, beaming and ushering her around Kid, noting particular places that she was most proud of.

“The only thing is the waist. Wouldn’t it look better a tad tighter?”

Tsubaki tapped her chin, “I thought so at first until I considered the nature of the clothes themselves,” briefly going into an explanation.

And in mid sentence, Bella reached to squeeze both of her cheeks, cooing. “Oh, how right you think you are! Tighten it, dear. A couple of more years in this industry and you’ll see that you can’t always rely on textile chemistry to make clothes look good. A good attempt, sugar!”

Kid looked away from Tsubaki’s small pout, getting back onto the platform and lifting his arms until there was enough space for her to fit.

Through the following months, he visited the boutique scarcely. There were very few moments where he found a need for it; a split crotch and favors from his father were his main drive. During each time, he was referred to Tsubaki who had quickly become a mix of both an errand girl and someone who undergo all the sudden and strange tasks that customers walked in for. It was almost like a hazing event, to see if the girl was up to the task and could handle what the store threw in her face.

She was more than eager to complete each task, as a good employee should. Though she stumbled through some rather ineloquently, Kid could see a visible difference between his visits. Day 1 to day 100 showed a stark difference in not only her work but also how open she became to her customers and her team. Tsubaki learned to smile from her heart, to lend a genuine hand and hold meaningful conversation with others. The boutique wasn’t meant to be a mere stop for clothes, but to also be a familiar place that people could come to; that was the sort of world that Bella wanted to share.

Eventually, though some miracle of networking and short notice emergencies, Kid and Tsubaki began to meet up outside of the shop, starting with a rush job in a women’s bathroom stall. After the initial favor, Kid didn’t believe that her good nature and generous attitude should’ve gone unrewarded. All things would come to have an equal exchange, just how the world of business and chemistry worked out, so he wanted to take fate into his own hands and decided that their next interaction wouldn’t be that of a frantic text, but with something else.

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t have time for that until a couple of weeks later, after a series of back luck, or good, pulled Tsubaki back into action and saving his little accidents time and time again. A clumsy lady and spilt wine that required an immediate dress shirt change. A careless assistant during an intermission. An actual intentional cut with angry scissors that ran down his arm during the break of one of the most important meetings of the seasons. Each time Tsubaki was messaged, no matter how cryptic and deadpan the text read, she came through for Kid.

It was customary for him to make thank you calls and to show gratitude through small cards or emails, but it was strange for him to reach out to another person outside of work. Sending Tsubaki a text with a friendly intent was hard enough to draft-- a call would have been too intimate he thought-- and to send it took more courage than he thought was needed. Luckily for him, a mistaken flick of his thumb caused the screen to scroll up, and his brush with the last three instances of shame could be seen on screen.

The most recent was the most strange of the bunch.

“Nor on 5th. 1905. Bk jacket & f aid.”

“Omw,” was her answer.

And how happy was he to see her arrive with bandages, a new suit jacket, and even a fresh tie in 9 and a half minutes flat. She strode over to where Kid was huddled in the empty conference room, clearing the distance in no time at all. Handing off the clothes to a chair, she tended to his bloody arm and listened to his indignant muttering about how he would ruin FrekTel Inc, mark his words. Any company that would hire an associate who got physical after a failed business deal wasn’t going to last.

“She flew right off the handle. Grabbed fucking scissors from god knows where. Ripped a line right through my only Hilburn. Good ol’ Hilburn!”

Tsubaki’s eyes flicked to his. “It might be for the better. Perhaps give Kent Wang a try?”

“You’re not suppose to be promoting other businesses.”

“Bella’s son ordered from them last month, and even she said they were reputable for a reason.”

“Was that before or after she cussed Jeffery out?”

She smiled, “After.”

All of those jokes aside, her presence was a blessing, and her taste for clothes just the same. She deserved more than a hasty thanks and promises to be more careful the next time around. Kid sent along the message after one more bit of hesitation, rereading it for errors and to make sure that his point was conveyed correctly. The worst that could happen was that his invitation could be ignored or declined, he thought.

But luckily for him, her response came as quick as ever.

They set their calendars for the next available time that coincided, formalities dropping once the second invitation was extended. Eventually, they worked their way up to restful coffee breaks during lunch. When an afternoon at one of Tsubaki’s favorite brunch places further revealed her love for breakfast foods, Sundays became their new default meetup times with scattered lunch spots in between the week.

“I’ll get the bill next time” became “who’s turn is it?” And “how was your day” became “you won’t believe what happened yesterday.”

Soon enough, secrets of his trade and hers were revealed. Then came their own, careful and shy. Once that window was open, their trust in one another grew in ways that they hadn’t expected, knowing in their hearts that they’d found a kindred soul to share their stories with.

TBC; Part 2 coming

thank the heckles for liz and rose for brainstorming ideas and titles with me ♥

#soul eater #serarepairdays #tsukid #tsubakixkid #tsubakixdeaththekid #nessie spills #tsubaki #death the kid #give me these two im shook

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B.A.P Primer [Link Saved Version]

-- Updated last 6/17/17 -- (Updated with Party Baby Links!)

Who is B.A.P?

B.A.P (Best Absolute Perfect) is a six member Korean k-pop group under TS Entertainment that debuted on stage on Jan. 27 2012 with their first mini album Warrior. They are best known for their strong messages and signature powerful style of music. | More info here |

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The official fanclub name of B.A.P is BABY (plural Babys or Babyz) and the unofficial fan color is spring green.

Hiatus?

To catch new fans up with the previous development of events, in November of 2014, B.A.P announced they were filing a lawsuit against TS Entertainment to nullify their contracts due to unfair conditions and profit distribution [x]. Since then,they went months into inactivity, attempting to hold a trial throughout. On August 1st, 2015, B.A.P and TS reached a settlement [x]. B.A.P returned to TS, prepared for their next activities and promoted with “Young Wild & Free” from their Matrix album and now recently released “Wake Me Up” from their Rose.

Yongguk’s hiatus and return

Due to Yongguk’s recent health (diagnosed with panic disorder in October of 2016 x), the five remaining members promoted for the Skydive/Noir comeback. Himchan took the leadership role and filled in for Yongguk during their Skydive performances. Following that, Yongguk was revealed to return to activity for their Wake Me Up comeback and so far is active in promotion again.

Members:

Yongguk is the stoic, and shy, yet caring leader of B.A.P. He is responsible for many of B.A.P’s album lyrics and more recently their song productions. His deep cave-like voice is well-known and impersonated by many. He’s also known for his vast amount of charity work and fondness of children. His favorite things, besides working on his music include ramen and his favorite character, tigger. He’s easy to embarrass, but he has a childlike side to him as well. Overall, he’s a strong leader and a strong believer of justice.

Himchan is B.A.P’s resident “mother” figure. He brings the group to life especially during variety shows, as his outrageous humor and outgoing charms are a crowdpleaser. He is known for his talent with the janggu, a korean drum and knowledge of traditional Korean music. On top of that, he originally was an emcee for MTV’s “The Show”, so his abilities are diverse. His favorite things include fashion, food and iced americanos. While he can be quite strict and teasing towards the other members, he’s very caring and sensitive. He especially shares his positivity with Babys.

Daehyun is infamous for his high notes heard throughout many of B.A.P’s songs. True to his vocal position, Daehyun is one of the more talkative members, even assuming the role as reporter for the group. Besides his voice, Daehyun is also known for his intense appetite for food (his favorite is cheesecake). He enjoys teasing and rough-housing the other members, especially the younger ones. Like Himchan, he shows a lot of love for the fans but can be sensitive himself.

Youngjae is the group’s energetic spirit and he is the huskier vocal that melodically holds together B.A.P songs. As the group’s “brain” he’s a wisecracker that enjoys trolling the other members and especially the fans. His laughter is extremely contagious and he’s best known among fans for his silly faces and reactions. Some of his favorites include R&B music and photography. Just like Himchan and Daehyun, he’s another talker and fan of the fans. Despite his often sassy to moody nature, he is quite caring over the other members.

B.A.P’s ball of sunshine, Jongup excels in heightening the group’s stage performances with his effortless dancing ability. And since B.A.P’s return from their hiatus, he’s been able to showcase his impressive vocal skills as well. His many loves include pokemon, hamburgers, chocolate milk, Frozen (particularly Olaf) and Chris Brown. One of the quieter members, his clever sense of humor is his best charm, and he never ceases to remind fans or the group of that. When he’s not smiling he’s in a perpetual state of judgement and even babys aren’t safe from his troll-like jokes.

The youngest of the group, Zelo impressed with his famous LTE rap. He is also an immensely talented dancer, and his fluid style compliments their stronger dance styles very well. Despite his age, he’s also the tallest member, at 187 cm, and he’s quite conscious about it. Including rapping and dancing, he skateboards a lot and is often seen carrying one around. He also has a liking for interesting fashions (socks) and strange animals. Another of the shy members, he’s coy when put on the spotlight outside of the stage, but a very playful and curious person at heart.

Matoki

The mascot of B.A.P are a species of alien masked rabbits, from the planet Mato, called “matoki”. The B.A.P members have corresponding matoki and each has a color that helps designate their respective member. Their personalities loosely reflect B.A.P’s alien personas introduced in “Ta-dah It’s B.A.P!” Matoki are heavily used for promotional purposes (like album covers or graphic logos) and are frequently seen in their merchandise and products.

Original release photos | Group Photo

Shishimato (Yongguk) | Red | Intro Vid

Shishi can be described as the most soldier-like of the matoki (he’s fascinated by war tanks, fighting, destruction, and of the such). He looks after Tototmato often. Sometimes he’s seen looking at 19+ material.

Tatsmato (Himchan) | Pink | Intro VId

Tats is a laid-back, high maintenance, tatted matoki. He’s often seen drinking wine or lazing about. Tatsmato is also the only matoki wearing the default matoki mask (in logo form, the matoki symbol looks like Tatsmato).

Kekemato (Daehyun) | White | Intro Vid

Kekemato is the only matoki that is actually in a suit. Keke’s real skin color is pink, and he wears a mask with a heart on it. When in suit, his mask is white/gray (This brought a lot of confusion to fans when first released, but Keke’s/Daehyun’s representing color is white. Since white isn’t visible over light colors, fans will sometimes use gray, pink, purple or other lighter colors as a substitute in their posts/subtitling). Because of the suit, Kekemato has a secretive type of personalty. He has a fascination with Batman and superheroes.

Jokomato (Youngjae) | Yellow | Intro Vid

Joko is the brains and jokster of the group with a clown-like face. He often tries to come up with ideas and schemes but fails at executing them. In their “Goodbye” short, Joko and Keke work together to leave planet Mato. However, they crash in on the remaining matoki in their own spaceship, causing them to veer off course to Earth.

Dadamato (Jongup) | Green | Intro Vid

Dada is a playful, tough, and active matoki with tire markings over his body. He fantasizes of riding a motorbike and is often seen making the noises as he pretends to.

Totomato (Zelo) | Blue | Intro Vid

Toto is a robot matoki (named after Zelo’s love of cherry tomatoes in Ta-Dah It’s B.A.P!). Because he’s a robot, he’s needs to recharge himself every so often. He often follows Shishimato’s lead in their adventures. Since he’s still a baby, he is very curious about everything around him.

Earthventures Comic (original comic strip series featuring the main matoki)

Discography

Warrior [1st Single Album] | 2012 Jan. 26

Power [2nd Single Album] | 2012 April 26

No Mercy [1st Mini Album] | 2012 July 19

Crash [1st Mini Album Repackage] | 2012 Aug. 29

Stop It [3rd Single Album] | 2012 Oct. 23

One Shot [2nd Mini Album] | 2013 Feb. 12

Badman [3rd Mini Album] | 2013 Aug. 12

Warrior [Japan 1st Single Album] | 2013. Oct. 9 | Limited Edition Tracks: [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] | Type A Tracks [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] | Type B Tracks [x[ [x] [x] [x]

One Shot [Japan 2nd Single Album] | 2013 Nov. 13

First Sensibility [1st Album] | 2014 Feb. 3

No Mercy [Japan 3rd Single Album] | 2014 April 2

Unplugged 2014 [4th Single Album] | 2014 June 3

Excuse Me [Japan 4th Single Album ] | 2014 Sept. 3

Matrix [4th Mini Album] | 2015 Nov. 16

Carnival [5th Mini Album ] | 2016 Feb. 22

Best.Absolute.Perfect [Japan 1st Album] | 2016 March 30

Feel So Good [Japan 5th Single Album] | 2016 July 13

Put ‘Em Up [5th Single Album] | 2016 Aug. 8

Noir [2nd Full Album] | 2016 Nov. 7

Fly High [Japan 6th Single Album] | 2016 Dec. 7

Rose [6th Single Album] | 2017 March 7

Wake Me Up [Japan 7th Single Album] | 2017 April 26

Daehyun x Jongup Project Album [Party Baby] | 2017 June 8

Music Videos

Going Crazy (Predebut - Yongguk & Jieun)

Shy Boy (Predebut - Appearance by Yongguk, Himchan & Jongup)

Starlight Moonlight (Predebut - Appearance by YG, HC, JU & YJ)

I Remember (Predebut - Yongguk & Yoseob)

Never Give Up (Predebut - Yongguk & Zelo)

Warrior

Secret Love [TS Ver,] | Ta-Dah Version

Power

Goodbye (Animated Short with Matoki)

No Mercy

Crash

Stop It

For a Year (Appearance by Yongguk)

Everything is Pretty (Youngjae & Sunwha)

Rain Sound

One Shot

Coffee Shop

Hurricane

Badman

Warrior [Japanese]

One Shot [Japanese]

1004 (Angel)

No Mercy [Japanese]

Where Are You? What Are You Doing? | NG Version

Excuse Me [Japanese]

AM 4:44 (Yongguk personal work created during the lawsuit)

Young Wild & Free

Feel So Good

Body Lotion (SLEEPY feat. Yongguk)

Breakaway (Braclet feat. Zelo) Band Version | Drama Version

Kingdom [Japanese]

Feel So Good [Japanese]

That’s My Jam

Now (Jongup MV)

Skydive | Director’s Cut | Dance Highlight

Wake Me Up [Stream to increase views!]

Wake Me Up [Japanese]

Shadow [Daehyun Special Video]

Try My Luck [Jongup Special Video]

Past Live Stages

Warrior Era | Secret Love Era

Power Era

No Mercy Era

Crash Era

Stop It Era

One Shot Era [Himchan was absent due to a hand injury]

Badman Era

1004 (Angel) Era

Young Wild & Free Era

Feel So Good Era

Skydive Era [Yongguk was absent due to hiatus]

Wake Me Up Era [Himchan was partly absent due to a rib fracture]

Performances (starting from recent)

Miscellaneous performances to check out

Other Song Works/Features

Mine - Bang Yongguk for The Star

Sexy Clap - Bang Yongguk & Himchan

Q - Bang Yongguk

T - Bang Yongguk

Sacramental Confession - Bang Yongguk

Hallucination - Bang Yongguk

Curxe - Bang Yongguk

Vintage - Song Jieun feat. Zelo

No Title - Zelo

R(x)play - V-hawk feat. Zelo

Young Wild & Free (Mozaix Remix) - Bang Yongguk

X - Bang Yongguk

Feel So Good (Remix) - Bang Yongguk

Drunkeness - Bang Yongguk

Photo - Jongup feat. Bang Yongguk

How About You - Daehyun

Dark Light - Daehyun

Song recommendations list (songs mentioned by members)

B.A.P Must Watch Shows

Ta-dah It’s B.A.P! (Their first show in 2012 and the introduction of their “alien concept”) Ep. 1, 3 - 9 Eng Sub | Ep. 2 Eng Sub

B.A.P Diary Ep. 1 Eng Sub | Ep. 2 Eng Sub

Killing Camp Ep. 1 Eng Sub | Ep. 2 Eng Sub | Ep. 3 Eng Sub (Starts at 7:11)

Go! B.A.P Full Eng Sub

B.A.P Attack! Ep. 1 - 12 Eng Sub

B.A.P’s One Fine Day Ep. 1 (P1 P2 P3) | Ep. 2 (P1 P2 P3) | Ep. 3 | Ep. 4 | Ep. 5 | Ep. 6 | Ep. 7 | Ep. 8

Other Shows to Watch

Weekly Idol 120822 No Sub (beginning is cut out | 130904 Eng Sub | 140305 Eng Sub

After School Club 130817 Ep. | 140219 Ep. | 151124 Ep.

Gurupop Full Eng Sub

B.A.P HeyoTV Private Life

Hello Counselor160321 Eng Sub [Himchan and Daehyun] | 161114 Eng Sub [Himchan and Youngjae]

Some misc vids to check out (these are out of order)

B.A.P The Star Interview and iconic aegyo Eng

B.A.P Workplace Song

B.A.P Day Cut Eng

B.A.P Egg Song

B.A.P Egg Song 2

B.A.P and Miss A visit Nursery

Youngjae & Sunhwa at MTV Waiting Room Eng

DFLA X B.A.P Interview

B.A.P & A Pink for Skoolooks Eng 1 2 3 MV

Miss & Mr. Idol B.A.P Cut

B.A.P Safety Song

B.A.P Elevator Safety

Himchan wrestling

131003 B.A.P Interview Eng

Daehyun plays reporter in this Show Champ Interview

Yinyuetai V-charts Awards Interview Eng

B.A.P struggle with aiming in this game

LOE Special Memory In Japan Eng

B.A.P interviews B.A.P

B.A.P make Valentine’s chocolates

140530 B.A.P Interview

DFLA Live on Earth Interview

Ice Bucket Challenge Himchan Eng

Ice Bucket Challenge Youngjae & Zelo Eng

B.A.P’s first video as 6 after lawsuit is dropped

B.A.P Vring U trailer and debut of giant matoki heads Eng

The Qmentary Eng

Chemitest with B.A.P Eng

5 Second Interview at The Show Eng

B.A.P plays pepero game

B.A.P play dance practice

B.A.P Young Wild & Free dance practice

B.A.P are warm and pretty in this Star1 photoshoot

B.A.P Be Happy dance practice Christmas special

B.A.P reacts to Kiss Scenes Eng

B.A.P Fan Heart Attack Idol Eng

B.A.P Heyo TV

Youngjae and GOT7′s JB in Celebrity Bromance [look in playlist]

Mato TV On-Air Zelo CF Parody

Mato TV On-Air Daehyun and Jongup Drama Parody Eng

Mato TV On-Air Yongguk Lotion Parody

161223 Idol Battle Likes Eng Daehyun MC

B.A.P vs Teen Top in Overwatch 1 2 3

B.A.P are helpless in this VR roller coaster game Eng

B.A.P do the limbo Eng

B.A.P Bingo Talk Eng