#im just a very anxious cat I think lmao. if I ever follow you and you don’t like that you can soft block me or w/e it’s fine 👍

[enteragoodnamehere]

one thing abt me is that I love to follow people on here. another thing about me is that it makes me so so scareds

[callme-holly]

heyyyy I was wondering if you could do the outsiders gang headcannons (separate) with a reader who has really bad ocd? like checking things multiple times and getting scared of intruders? Thank you ❤️

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐜𝐝

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - i actually really enjoyed writing this. it isn't edited so it might not make much sense bc im so tired LMAO

Rain pelts against your bedroom window, the wind outside whistling restlessly, causing branches to brush and bang against the siding of the house. You wouldn’t mind normally, however each little noise sounds strangely like someone trying to work their way inside, and while you’ve triple checked the latch on every single window and door before getting into bed, you can’t help but wonder if you’d maybe missed one. 

Darry Curtis - 

Darry would get up the second you wake him with your concerns. He knows full well how restless you can get when it comes to certain things, such as checking the doors and windows are locked, but he never judges you, or complains. He’ll do a quick sweep of the whole house, before getting back into bed and reassuring you that it’s just the wind and that nobody is going to get in.  If he finds you checking something more than once, just for your own peace of mind, he will gently pull you away and try his best to distract you.

Sodapop Curtis - 

Soda will go around the house with you, watching as you double check everything before bed. That way, he can reassure you without you having to get up to check once more. Much like Darry, he’s very supportive and he doesn’t ever complain when you ask him repeatedly that he’s sure he saw you close the back door.  If you’re ever worried about intruders, he’ll pull you close to him and whisper about how nobody can get to you if he’s there. 

Ponyboy Curtis - 

Pony always does his best to reassure you once your ocd sets in and your mind starts to spiral. He’s very patient and understanding with you, and will very groggily follow you around when you get up to check things once more. After about the second or third check, he’ll pull you away and try to distract you by putting on a movie or reading to you. He might keep a notebook nearby so that, if it helps to ease your mind, you can jot down when you did certain things, just so that you know for certain that you did it. 

Johnny Cade - 

Johnny will never brush off your concerns and will always check what you want him to check. No matter what time it is, he will get up and go and look around the house, just to ease your mind. He trusts you, and he always tells you that you need to trust yourself too. If he catches you checking on all the locks, he’ll join you and will mumble little reassurances like, “we can double-check together, just to be sure.”  And if its intruders you’re particular anxious about, Johnny will sit up with you until you are certain that everything is okay, mumbling little things to try and ease your mind.

Dallas Winston - 

At first, Dally will probably tease you when he catches you checking little things over and over. He knows you’ve locked the windows, and he locked the door himself, so why are you getting up for the third time to check? It takes a while for him to understand, but when you open up about it, he becomes a little more lenient. Some nights, if you tell him you think you heard someone in the house, he’ll get up and go and check for you, before trudging back in and grumbling something about a stray cat in the yard.  He’ll act all cocky once you settle back down: “Nobody is dumb enough to mess with us, you know that.”  He isn’t the most patient, but he tries his best.

Steve Randle - 

Steve might not fully get it at first, but he’ll catch on pretty quickly. If he finds you checking on things over and over, he’ll carefully pull you away, reassuring you that, yes, you have already checked that the stove is turned off, and that it will stay that way; no need to look again.  If you’re worried about intruders, he’ll get up with you to check, and say something like: “Alright, let’s go over it together, so you can relax, okay?” He’ll follow you from room to room, pointing out each thing just to show to you that he’s listening. “Front door? Locked. Windows? Shut tight. Garage? Double-checked.” If he sees you spiralling, he’ll do his best to distract you by asking for your opinion on something he’s working on, shifting your focus and grounding you at least a little bit.

Two-bit Mathews - 

Two-bit will use humour as a way to reassure you, keeping things light-hearted in an attempt to ease your spiralling. However, he knows when to dial it back, and when he catches you checking everything, he’ll turn it into a little routine to help you feel less self conscious, “Alright, Sherlock, let’s crack this case – Windows? Secure! Door? Double secure!” He’d say, giving you an exaggerated thumbs up to lighten the mood.  If you’re worried about intruders, Two will sit up with you, whispering about how nobody is stupid enough to mess with him. He’ll also keep his blade close by, just to be sure, though it’s mainly for your own sake.  If you’re particularly anxious, he’ll sigh and bring you to raid the kitchen, telling you that “a little midnight snack can fix everything”.

[apyrisol]

🍒🦁🐛🌙🍅 + theu :3

YOPPEEE AN ASK THANK YOU SOSOSO MUCH

this is pretty long, so have a theu doodle before the cut :3

🍒 Out of all of the Dream Friends [Kirby included], which ones would they get along with the most? The least? 🍒

hmmm i have to think about this. theu is kinda quiet, she's not used to the modern era and all it's changes and new folk make them nervous. she might like bandee but his enthusiasm is a lot for her sometimes. i think they would understand eachothers mentalities; both serve someone else but not in a servant way, they're close with the one who gives them orders and appreciate all they've done for them therefore will do what they can in turn to repay them (with bandee being a guard for dedede and theu having been a personal assistant to an ancient mage). meta knight is another they might be somewhat comfortable around but they wouldn't quite be friends, they'd just take solace in eachothers quiet company when everyone else is off being loud and doing stuff. meta would probably be interested in the small bits of magic she knows if anything. (sorry for making a fave befriend my oc im not immune to it lmao)

🦁 If they were an animal — that is, of the Earth / Shiver Star / New World variety — which animal would they be? If they already are an animal, what real-life species or subspecies are they most similar to? 🦁

physically she resembles a monkey since they're a key dee n all, but she acts more like a nervous stray cat than anything ^^ somewhat skittish and tough to gain trust but will warm up to you in time and silently follow you around

🐛 What are your OC’s greatest fears, and why? How do they act or react when they’re afraid? 🐛

she's very afraid a lot of the time of a lot of things i think. nothing is as they remember, nobody they knew is still around, magic is rarer than ever, she's living on literal borrowed time, the one who woke them up is messing with forces he Really Should Not be (not his fault not his fault morpho shoulda been more careful or got there sooner before beau got in a brawl with a corrupted soul). there's a lot to fear in her current situation. she's always been quiet but since waking up in this new era it's more of an anxious quiet, she tends to cling to beau despite not quite agreeing with his quest (they do their best to steer him off the path he's decided on and eventually he does see reason! but he still wants to do Something about what happened to him). they're used to clinging to the mage they served but with them long gone there's nobody left she can truly find comfort in, so beau is the stand-in for that missing piece of her world. they're more flight than fight or freeze. i think what she's most afraid of is the thought that they'll never feel comfortable in the modern era and always feeling alienated and alone (that is if they manage to find a way to keep the magic keeping her alive going. she's also afraid of perishing for good i suppose but they've practically died before so it's something she's sortof come to terms with. still scary though)

🌙 Is your OC a particularly light or heavy sleeper? Somewhere in-between? Do they take naps? 🌙

she needs to rest a lot because her energy wavers quite a bit, but the sleep they get is usually pretty light. anxiety will do that to you. beau carries her when they need it, she wraps her tail around his intact horn and pulls their hat over their eyes. he's given her his cape as a blanket many times over their journey.

🍅 If Kirby absorbed them or their attacks, what Copy Ability [or Abilities] would he get? Alternatively, if they themselves are capable of using the Copy Ability, do they have a favourite? 🍅

ogh this is a hard one since key dees typically don't give you anything. mmmaybe ghost, sleep, or esp? ghost because they aren't really alive in a sense, she runs on the magic charm her dear mage gifted them (the thing on their tail) which saved their life back in ancient times and preserved them all that time between then and now. sleep because of what i stated in the last question, and esp because that's teleporting if i remember right and most of the magic they Do know is physical space and transition related (i call it "door" magic, still figuring out the finer details of it tho. alas she can't use it much because it's super super draining)

THANK U A TON FOR ASKING ME ABOUT MY ANIAMLLLL I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY BEASTS YAHOO YOPPEE

[ambrosykim]

since im suddenly so intrigued by them: adele and f. 2, 6, 7, 15, 29, 30 for the couples ask!

heehee thank uuu!! i'll give u a lil bonus adele fact: i've only recently discovered she's a lesbian, and also might be, like, wayyy more butch than previously thought (that's why he's trying out he/him pronouns rn) this got really long omg

2. Do they like each other's friends? Do their friends like them?

first of all! adele is besties with morgan (as much as those two can be friendly, they are that with each other) but that's pretty much where the friendliness ends lmao both nat and ava exasperate adele so much; nat is overly nice (and adele sees her as a bit fake lol) and ava is just too controlling, like dude it's no big deal i can smoke inside it's fine 🙄

and i think both nat and ava find her a lot for similar reasons, he's too closed off for nat's liking (even tho farah can def bring her out of her shell) plus! she disregards the rules? that's illegal you can't do that! as for ava, i think she might see adele as competition for leader? (don't tell adele that, it will go to his head lol) bc adele made morgan like her so fast and hes just so chill about most things, ava might be afraid they like him more than her (obv not, but one can never be too anxious!)

6. Do they have pet names for each other? Do they like them?

farah: babe, baby, cupcake, pumpkin and the like lol (look, you *know* that farah has a bunch of pet names for adele, especially using the more outrageous ones in public to try to make her blush (he's very pale so if farah succeeds, adele is literally like a tomato) but unfortunately for farah, adele can control herself 😤)

adele: she uses my love the most often (or just love), but the rare times she says farah's name he pronounces it so carefully that it feels like a love confession in itself (especially if she says it while holding farah's hand and looking into her eyes??? hooo boy)

7. What's their most and least favorite thing about each other?

farah: most favourite is how serious adele can get if the occasion calls for it, despite being a very chill person usually. least favourite is how long it takes adele to get ready for bed (10+ steps skincare routine. hour long baths... look she has her routine okay?? his hair does not look like that just on its own!)

adele: most favourite is farah's energy! he could literally listen to her talk all day, and would entertain any of farah's ideas and if she wanted to go somewhere, adele would already be in her car like where do u want me to go

and least favourite... also farah's energy, but socially lmao but for real, adele is like a cat personified, if she didn't have to have social interaction, he would just be vibing by herself all the time. so now that farah is suddenly around her a lot, she is both fascinated and horrified by her energy (and in social situations he just ends up following her around lmaooo so farah just has a 5'11 shadow following her around like 😶

15. What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?

adele is always fidgeting with her rings, and ever since they got together, he just fidgets with farah's hands instead? and in turn he lets farah take her rings off and subtly massage her hands and then slowly put the rings back and 🥰🥰🥰 i dont remember what the question was lol sorry this is not it anyways <3

29. Where is their relationship lacking? What could they do to improve it?

maybe communication? i know i've said that adele is pretty straightforward in her feelings but um... not all the time lol he tends to sulk around a bit instead of telling farah if something's up with her :'))

30. Where is their relationship the strongest?

how much they have each others' backs. adele is always down to clown with farah but would 100% murder someone for her, no questions asked (even tho farah could do that herself, idc it's romantic🥰)

the relationship questions for reference

[peaches-writes]

group huddle!

member: jeongin wc: 1.7k genre: fluff, college au, it’s actually ot8-centric lmao warning: explicit language, flop humor note: might make it a longer fic in the future anyway i think it’s cUTE + @skzwriternet

There’s a violent dust of pink and an awfully hidden grin on Jeongin’s usually nonchalant face as he stares dreamily at his phone, anyone with eyes within the vicinity of the dormitory’s common area can see clearly. It’s been some ten minutes, Jisung notes as he looks up from his own phone to check on the youngest, and it seems as if it’s going to stay this way for an hour more, Felix concludes this time when he passes by to help Minho in the kitchen.

“What do you think?” Chan asks Changbin as the two peek their heads out from the former’s bedroom door on the other end of the hall. Even with the distance, the two could still tell that something is up and it’s not just the ceiling this time. “Do you think uncle and auntie sent him something? Cute pictures of cats? A motivational video, maybe?”

Changbin snickers with a shake of his head, rolling his work chair back inside the room first before Jeongin could snap out of his daze and notice everyone’s eyes on him. “Hyung, it amazes me sometimes how your mind works.”

“What?” Chan pouts, mirroring Changbin and heading back to the song they’ve been working on. “What does that mean this time?”

“It means that maybe the kid’s smiling at his phone because he’s actually looking at someone.”

“Like a celebrity?”

“A crush, Bang Chan. I’m talking about a crush.”

Jeongin is actually looking at his conversation with you which is quite close to Changbin’s idea. What was his reason for being anxious just fifteen minutes ago is now the source of his giddiness as your message history clumsily yet endearingly shifts from a very impulsive love confession from Jeongin to a shy and awkward reaction from you.

“They like me too...” Jeongin mumbles under his breath as he waits for you to finish typing more messages, the simple gesture of saying it out loud making him smile even wider. He’s unconsciously tapping too loud on the sofa with his socket feet, something Seungmin and Hyunjin from the nearby study table would’ve called him out for had he not been looking adorably excited over something, and swaying gently from side to side in his seated position just at the thought. “Cute, cute, cute, cute!” 

“Innie, are you talking about me, hm?” Minho suddenly chimes in the younger’s train of thought as he enters the common area with plates of side dishes. Felix follows behind with his own set of dishes to serve on the dining table, rolling his eyes all the way. “Get off your phone, it’s dinner time, buddy.”

Jisung, watching the exchange from the other end of the sofa and using it as an opportunity to speak. closes his phone and scrambles over to Jeongin with a back hug and a curious gaze to the youngest’s phone. “So watcha got there, anyway, huh? What’s our baby smiling at?” He asks cheekily, eyes widening and voice gasping dramatically as his eyes caught a clear glimpse of the screen before Jeongin closed it frantically. As if on a comical cue, the phone also lights up right after it’s closed with a message from you. “Ooh, Y/N! Aren’t they your classmate from your lab—“

“Hyung!” Jeongin belatedly clamps a hand over Jisung’s mouth, catching the entire dormitory frozen in their places when he then looks up; literally, Felix has a big bowl of rice hovering right above the dinner table and a piece of stolen kimchi is right in front of Hyunjin’s open mouth. 

Jisung shrugs innocently at Jeongin as he topples over the sofa, even raising his hands up in surrender for emphasis. “What?” He mumbles through the hand on his mouth. 

By this time, Chan and Changbin have left Chan’s room to join everyone at dinner, getting caught frozen right at the common area’s end of the main hallway. “Y/N?!” Changbin exclaims into the brief silence, briefly taking away everyone else’s attention from Jeongin. “Yeah, aren’t they that kid you hung out wi—” 

Given the distance this time, Jeongin instinctively resorts to yelling to silence the other older boy. “Yeah, yeah, I get it! Can you guys—ugh, now you two have done it!” He groans, running his free hand through his dyed blue hair once before puffing out his cheeks. 

“I’m a little lost here...” Chan frowns, head turning in all directions his seven other roommates are positioned for help. Next to him, Changbin slaps a hand to his forehead. 

Another brief pause then follows, albeit now for allowing Felix to finally set the heavy rice bowl down and Hyunjin to quickly eat the kimchi before Minho could reprimand him for it, before Seungmin clears his throat and calmly suggests, “How about a group huddle?” 

Jeongin would’ve said otherwise had his phone not lit up again with another influx of messages from you.��

y/n [8:06 PM]: im sorry its just  

y/n [8:06 PM]: and ah this is so embarrassing to say but

y/n [8:06 PM]: it’s my first time doing this and i really like you too 

y/n [8:07 PM]: but what now? what do you want to do?   

“Fine,” The youngest ends up sighing in defeat, unclamping Jisung’s mouth and begrudgingly standing up from the sofa to head over the dinner table. Jisung follows closely in tow, eyes still wide but this time nonverbally relaying the contents of the messages to Changbin who simply snickers. 

At this, the rest of the dormitory gathered to the dining table in a speed never before seen in the otherwise slow boys, Seungmin glaring at everyone to ‘shut up’ the entire time they get settled.

“So what’s going o—?” Chan tries asking in genuine confusion before getting dragged off the seat at the end of the table by Minho while Felix shushes the two sharply. 

Jeongin slaps a hand to his forehead this time as he sits at Chan’s usual chair, clasping his hands together in front of him after until everyone’s seated. “Hyungs,” He calls for everyone slowly and firmly, taking in a deep breath before continuing. The rest of the table holds in their breath with equal seriousness. “I have a situation but can we please eat first?”  

- 

Half an hour later when the dishes have been cleared out and Changbin has accepted his destiny of washing the dishes for another night, everyone migrates to the living room side of the common area to finally discuss the ‘situation.’ Changbin, Minho, and Chan have a hostile Jeongin held down on the sofa by the wrists, Hyunjin has somehow stolen the youngest’s phone over dinner to display right in front of the TV, Seungmin is 'emergency messaging’ other important people (aka Yedam from the floor below as well as Daehwi and Chenle who both just need to know all of the campus gossip), while Felix and Jisung prepare a very unnecessary PowerPoint Presentation on the spot while the entirety of Seungmin’s laptop screen is projected on the TV. 

“I just—” Jeongin sighs as he struggles to adjust in his seated position because of his elders’ playful grips on his arms. “I-Is this really necessary? I’m calm, I swear, I just need to reply to Y/N‘s text!”

“It’s going to be a very long presentation and we have to make sure that you don’t run away, Innie!” Minho, who sits on Jeongin’s immediate right while he’s seated on Chan’s lap, exclaims before linking their arms. ”This is for your own good! The future of your first relationship is at stake!” 

“Also, I’m on it—texting Y/N, I mean.” Hyunjin dismisses as he types away on Jeongin’s phone, prompting more protests from the younger. “Oh hey look, they’re free on Saturday! Innie, where do you want to go on Saturday?”

“That’s good, Hyunjin! Ask them what kind of flowers they like too!” Jisung snaps his fingers in satisfaction before going back to cramming with Felix. “Ah, this is so exciting!”

Finally giving up in his physical struggle, Jeongin groans. “You don’t have to ask, they told me that they like tulips last time.” He sighs in defeat before turning to Changbin with a glare. “And what do you have to say for yourself, exposing me like this?” 

Changbin shrugs innocently, linking his arms with Jeongin as well. “What do you mean? You’re the one who ended up agreeing to this.” 

Meanwhile in front, Felix begins manning the most bare minimum PPT the entire dormitory’s ever seen while Jisung stands in front with his best impression of a salesman pitch. “Okay, everyone shut up we’re about to present!” Jisung grins with his hands clasped together in front of him. Everyone topples over in laughter at this. “Alright, alright, we’re all settled? We’re all cool? No one needs to go to the bathroom? Can we start?” 

“I’m just saying, why is Jisung presenting when he’s not even in a relationshi—?”

“Anyway,” Jisung immediately cuts Jeongin off with a more passive smile, comically making an ‘I’ll see you later’ gesture to him after. Felix almost bangs his head on the laptop’s screen in laughter while moving the slides. “Questions will be entertained after the presentation, including questions about mine and Felix’s credibility and about going to bathroom so don’t even try, Minho. Felix and I made this really quick but we promise it’s going to be worthwhile and definitely fool-proof! Our baby Jeongin will be dating soon, can you believe it?”

The slides that follow are labelled according to the parts of a standard academic research, everyone’s quick to notice and react positively to. 

“Does it go with a thesis stateme—oh, it does!” Chan laughs the hardest as the senior who’s currently working on his thesis, almost loosening his grip on Jeongin in front of him. Fortunately, Jeongin doesn’t even try to escape as he places his hands in front of his face in embarrassment. 

“Yes, the visuals are admittedly half-assed because of the time constraint but it’s the content that matters!” Felix wiggles his eyebrows and laughs as well. “ Take notes for your thesis defense, hyung.” 

The crowd ‘ooh’s at the sudden attack. 

“So back to the topic,” Jisung points out once he’s managed his giggles, snapping his fingers to the change in slides. “Good evening everyone, I am Han Jisung, with me is Lee Yongbok, and we are presenting our guide to dating!”

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[daddy-daichis]

Yesterday the very beautiful and talented @fuwari-s tagged me in this game and since that post is already really long i figured id make a new one lol  (Also thank you for tagging me, it made me so happy)

The Game: Tag your 2D lovers + the other trend I saw yesterday and wanted to do which is Would you actually date them IRL. So ill put that under the cut because it is a lot.

HQ: Atsumu, Daichi, Issei, Bokuto, Hinata, and Kyoutani

BNHA: Bakugou, Denki, and Hawks

JJK: Sukuna and Mei Mei

Others: Kagami from KNB, Levi and Jean from AOT, and Mikoto Suoh from K

So if you want to know if i would date them irl that is below the cut lol

As for tagging... if you want to do it :) @eijirosriot @bokutosnumberonefan @hinosreis @tetsus-kitten @sugawarakoushihoe @mynameisjackattack and anyone else who wants to do one or both of these challenges.

Alright so would i date these men (+ mei mei) in real life. Short answer is yes lmao. Long answer, with some headcanons that may or may not  venture into 18+ category but only slightly. all aged up to be my age which is 26.

Atsumu - PLEASE, YES

we would be so chaotic together but he would also be really loving. As long as he can still prioritize me in a relationship, not over volleyball, just as much, then we will be golden. We would have such a good time and i feel like we would have a lot of fun bickering, which i really enjoy. Play fighting as a form of foreplay, if you will lmao. We’d probs be friends in HS and then get together after he starts playing for MSBY and he is secured in his position (and himself tbh). I just love this cocky bastard. he also gives me switch vibes and as a switch, i love that for me.

Daichi - YES

All i need is to be wrapped in his arms on the daily and i would be happy. Man would know how to take care of me and that is all. Love of my life, too good for this world. Wholesome husband. He would be able to manage my crazy side and chill me out when i get to anxious. I would want to be bratty just to get him to drop his good guy routine sometimes and I feel like he would like that.

Issei - YES

Funeral home employee can get it. Matsukawa Horse cock Issei can whisk me off my feet and straight into bed. we would have a lot of fun picking on oikawa together (out of love of course) but we would balance each other out a lot. His darker humor would go well against my lighter humor. Also I feel like our level of hotness is pretty comparable... like we aren't the prettiest in the friend group but still good (if that makes sense)

Bokuto - YES

Big ball of sunshine to light up my day, he would literally fuck the sad out of me every day I just know it. Like atsumu, as long as I am a priority to him itll work out. We also kind of have the same sad moods so I feel like we could either both just curl up on the couch together and watch a movie or bring the other out of a funk easily. I love this giant himbo so much.

Hinata - most likely yes

Pretty much the same reasons as bokuto but I feel like I would get drained of his energy faster, so he would def have to cuddle me more. For everyone else so far I can imagine being high school sweethearts, but with hinata i think he wouldnt settle down until later, or even start dating so it would probably be a lot of pining and watching him from the side lines for a while, which would be really hard tbh. but the way he would smile at me after a match would make it worth it so...

 Kyoutani - Hard YES

I love a boy with anger issues, what can i say... (cough couch my irl husband with anger issues couch couch) I would love to be his weak spot and the one person he would go to to help him not feel angry anymore. I think that my fun personality would help him to unbox himself a bit. I just want to give him cuddles and a place to feel accepted. id also i KNOW hes a monster in bed... 

Bakugou - FUCKING HARD YES, PLEASE

if he was real the things i would do to and for him... A lot like kyoutani i would want to give him a place where hes accepted, and a place where he is unconditionally loved. I would be able to handle his misguided anger and calm him down and give him space. I headcanon that hes very cuddly in private to just his S/O which is something that i love. I love his lil smirk and would do anything to get him to smirk at me. As long as he is able to set me as a priority it would work out, but that would be what he struggles with so it would be a thing we would have to talk about. But I also feel that once you say something about it he would check in with you because of course he has to be the best bf/husband. I feel like I could talk for hours about him so Ill just wrap it up by saying that I love me a passionate man who would probs be a lil possessive, and I would use that to my advantage. 

Denki - GOD YES

I really do think that denki and I are soulmates. we are both the perfect blend of funny, pervy, while still being soft. I feel like there would be a lot of mutual pining at first but he would end up the golden retriever gamer boy to my alt bisexual and thats just the perfect pairing. We would pull so much shit and then get away with it because thats just us being us. I see us being scolded by bakugou a lot for the stupid shit we would pull. Also late night drives in his shitty tuned car to taco bell while we sing alt rock songs from the 2010s. also the switch vibes are immaculate.

 Hawks - Probably

So it would honestly depend a lot on what version of hawks.. him in the hero commission is a no, because he wouldnt be able to be honest with me about a lot of stuff. Like his name, or when i can see him again, and that would give me too much anxiety. When hes free of them and is actually allowed to be himself I think it could work then. I know that he of course wants to still be the best hero, so he would have the same problems as bakugou with finding a balance, but if he wants to i think he could. He would also have a lot of trauma from his relationship with his parents and the commission so I dont know if he would be able to give his love away as freely as he wants so we could get therapy together. I love that for us. But i would happily wake up next to this beautiful birb man if he would have me.  

Sukuna - A hesitant yes

so.. the anger issues that ive mentioned before.. yes. I would like sukuna. I would be his lil bride and sit on his lap on his throne as long as he didnt kill my loved ones or my cats lmao. I would also be ok with being his and itadoris gf while hes living in itadoris head. being with him is just asking for an unhappy ending tho, whether its a life always on the run, or someones trying to kill me, or someones trying to kill him, or hes trying to kill someone. But yes i would like to be with him but that would mean sacrificing a lot. 

Mei Mei - god yessssss..

Please Mei Mei step on me and make me ur lil house wife. I see us living in a pent house apartment with the most breathtaking view of the Tokyo skyline. I would want for nothing and she could take me where ever she wanted and i would just follow her around with heart eyes.

 Kagami - YES

my basketball husband! i love him and would love to be loved by him. Id follow him wherever. He would take care of me and is just so dreamy.. also i guess the mild anger issues.. but hes really not that bad. He would just be such a good s/o. He would cook us nice dinners, wed have a few cats, and he would carry me around a lot because hes so strong. While were on the topic of strong... his stamina... everyone on this list probably has good if not great stamina... but kagami just hits different..... have you seen him in the zone? have you seen his thighs? his sex zone has got to be incredible. 

 Levi - Yes

I was going to say it depends, but really it doesn't... if were in the aot universe and hes my captain and I fall in love with him u can bet ur ass im gonna try and get with him because i could die at anytime. if its some au where he is here in our universe and somehow we meet... like of course im gonna be in love with him. our height difference isnt too bad, im only like an inch or 2 taller than him. I think we would both have a great time together. I would make him laugh, and he would help me clean, because lord knows I hate cleaning. BUT i hate cleaning because its something that I always have to do alone, and I feel like levi would have us be cleaning together like he makes the scouts do. and hes just so sexy... 

Jean - big yes

This beautiful handsome man... idk what to even say about him. Hes strong, funny, handsome, cocky, but very much full of love. would love to run away from the world with him. I feel like if he was in love with me before *tries not to give away spoilers* the marco incident (?) that after he would become very clingy and attached and im ok with that. There would have to be lots of cuddles and reassurances and i just want to see him happy and not at war, with both real life people and himself... id give him the best kisses and he would become addicted to them. 

Mikoto - No? But maybe...

I feel like we could be.. but if you watched the show then you know.. But i would love to be Homra’s princess TBH. No one would mess with me or they would have to face the wrath of my big fire boyfriend and his whole ass gang. But on the other hand I feel like Mikoto wouldnt allow himself to fall in love, so it would probably be a hush hush topic. everyone knows the boss and I are in an entanglement, but they cant talk about it. Then Anna starts asking questions to Mikoto and he has to come clean to her, which would be so cute. He tells her is a secret but she doesn't care lmao. in conclusion, I would want to, but I dont think he would let me.... Maybe friends with benefits tho....

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ok if you read all this im officially in love with you. Please take my heart. 

This took me like 2 hours to do because I love thinking about it so much. if you have any thoughts about any of this hop into my dms or comment on this because id love to hear them (especially if you think i belong with one more than the others lmao). 

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Game night - Im Jaebum

OH MY GOD HELLO EVERYONE! okay i’ll tone down the caps, *ahem*, I just have to say, this was so much fun to write! I want to thank @iwanttobejaebeomsslut for giving me this idea, lmao. It is Jaebum centered, but it also turned into Got7 game night 

ajsndjkefnjrfnjdcfndf, it’s better to leave you to read it yourselves! Enjoy

~5.3k words, excessive fun, fluff, romance

“Hyung, hyung, hyung! Is Y/n coming too?”

Jaebum turned his body abruptly to an overexcited Jackson. He quirked a brow as his friend waddled over to Mark, a goofy smile on his face.

“Well,” Mark nodded his head, pushing Jackson’s face away jokingly “She is the one who throws us the party after all. I guess her friends are coming too.”

“Wah, Jackson hyung, we are going to have fun then!” Bambam meddled in, bumping his fist to Jackson’s. 

Jinyoung playfully threw his arms around each of them, nudging Jackson with his hip. “Maybe it’s time for you to ask her out, huh?”

Jaebum approached Mark with a curious glint in his eyes. Youngjae and Yugyeom jumped in the commotion, building up their offense to tease Jackson about his transparent excitement. “Who are they talking about?”

“Ah, you don’t know.” Mark smiled at Jaebum. “Remember last time I went home, in LA? I invited Jackson and Bambam and my childhood friend offered to be their babysitter for the day while I spent time with my family. I’ve known her since we were like… infants. You might as well say she’s my younger sister.”

“Oh? She must have left a very good impression on Jackson if he’s this excited.” Jaebum laughed and stuffed his things in his bag. 

Mark tapped his chin with his index. “Well, she is his type somewhat. She told me the other day she got an internship at a company in Seoul but keep it a secret from Jackon. I am not in the mood for that.” 

The two older brothers chuckled and shook hands to seal their silent agreement. Jaebum approached the herd and clapped his hands in an attempt to grab their attention.

“All right, everyone! Practice is done for the day. Don’t forget we have a flight to catch in the morning.”

“That’s a reminder for you, hyung!” Yugyeom teased and took two steps back under Jinyoung’s deadly glare. All the others laughed in unison.

Youngjae checked a list that he made on his phone, making sure no small detail escaped his mind. “Mark hyung, is there anything we can help with? I feel a bit bad that the girls are organizing everything for us.”

“Those were the instructions, though,” Mark replied, raking a hand through his hair. “I think it was something along the lines ‘sit still and be pretty’.”

“It would do you no good to question that, Youngjae.” Jackson chimed in, gesturing dramatically with his hand. “Y/n is really stubborn.”

“Still, not all of us know her, or her friends.” Jinyoung reminded his friend. “It’s very nice of them.”

Jaebum fixed the cap on his head and smiled at his members, trying to mask and otherwise excited stance. Taking a break was always a nice thing; taking a break in LA with everyone was on another level. “Then all we have to do is make sure we have fun.”

The flight to LA felt relatively shorter than all of their other flights, partly thanks to the contagious excitement the foreign members had. The others were a tad worried about the language barrier but quickly dismissed the thoughts as soon as Mark assured them all of them spoke their language well. The boys started making all sorts of plans, from playing games to telling stories, to the undying game of rock-paper-scissors. It was a pleasant sight to see, being so excited. Jaebum wished nothing but the best for the boys.

However, he couldn’t deny that he was a little nervous. Leaving Jackson and Bambam aside who had already been introduced to the hosts, he was admittedly awkward around strangers. Easygoing as he considered himself to be, he needed some time to open up to people he had never met before, unlike the two who were living social butterflies. He was thankful, of course, that someone tossed their personal schedules aside to organize them something, but there was a certain anxiety in the back of his head.

Papa Tuan was the one to pick them up from the airport, the atmosphere drastically quieter as they did not make their arrival public. Mark went ahead to greet and hug his father and the others gathered around to welcome Mark’s father one at a time.

“Thank you for having us.” Jaebum stated as he shook Papa Tuan’s hand and dipped his head in a bow.

“What are you talking about, Jaebum?” he reciprocated with a laugh, patting the leader on the back. “We missed you guys! Staying at our house was the only option!”

The seven of them followed Mark’s father to his van and threw their luggage in the back, fighting for the comfortable front seats afterward. As soon as everyone was gathered inside the car, Bambam couldn’t push back his curiosity and he extended his neck from the back so Mark’s father could hear him over the blasting music.

“Say, Dad! I heard the girls organized a party for us! Are all of them single?”

Youngjae burst out in his resonating laughter and swat Bambam’s shoulder.  Soon, the van was filled with laughter.

“I’d say they are? All four of them are, I think. Y/n broke up with her boyfriend a while ago.”

“Hear, hear, Jackson.” Jinyoung winked at Jackson and won an embarrassed smile. The latter leaned over, placing his hand on Papa Tuan’s shoulder. 

“On a scale from one to ten, what are my chances?”

“As you are now, barely a 6.”

Mark and his father laughed together before Mark explained the joke to the others. The members followed their example. Jackson folded his arms over his chest and collapsed in his seat.

“Even so, I promise all of them are very nice girls. Aside from Y/n, whom we all have known ever since she was in diapers, Mark grew up with everyone. They are very nice girls. The boys apologized they wouldn’t stay long, all of them have night shifts.”

Jaebum looked out the window. However assuring Mark’s father was, he couldn’t tame the unknown feeling in his chest. He clicked his tongue as if preparing himself for a completely unforeseeable outcome.

 Papa Tuan finally parked the van outside of Mark’s house and he couldn’t contain his excitement as he noticed his mother and his younger brother, Joey, waiting for them outside. Mark got out rapidly and rushed over to glomp them in a tight hug, as well as indulging himself in their presence.

“I missed you guys!”

“Oof, such a big baby you are!” Mama Tuan laughed and wrapped her arms around her son. Joey walked over to the other members to greet them, executing the signature salute with Yugyeom which Bamabam immediately requested to learn. 

“I’m telling you, guys,” Joey began, giving Jackson his high-five “the house is going to be such a mess with you here!”

Jaebum shook his hands, panic imprinted on his features. “We won’t destroy anything.”

“You’d better not make a promise you cannot keep, hyung.” Youngjae chuckled and patted the leader on his shoulder. Jaebum swore it was going to be a long and anxious stay at the Tuan residence.

“Hey, Got7!” Mama Tuan called for the boys and all of them turned their attention to her. “Welcome home! Everyone is waiting for you inside!”

The boys didn’t need to be told a second time. Jaebum and Jinyoung stayed back to help with all the luggage as all the others crowded over to the house in turmoil. A loud cheer made Jaebum perk up and he followed everyone inside, a rather large gathering filling up the living with applause. The members exchanged glances among themselves and, under their leader’s guidance, they did their introduction with wide grins spreading on their features. A loud pop signaled a tube of confetti was brought forth.

As he looked up, Jaebum noticed a vast palette of balloons adorning the room with various messages written on them, mostly of a warm welcome. Everyone wore content smiles on their faces as they received the members and warmth engulfed his chest. He chuckled to himself when he saw three men distinctively dressed in formal attire and pitied them for having to go to work amidst such a party.

“Hey, Jackson, cat got your tongue?”

A mellow voice carried the English sentence vividly into the air and hypnotized Jaebum all at once. He tilted his head toward its master and his lips parted unintentionally at the sight of you. Your summer orange dress embraced your figure and emphasized the softness of your skin. The sunflower in your hair embellished your alluring characteristics but it truly was the elegance in your teasing smile that subdued Jaebum’s existence.

When Jackson rushed over to you and threw his arms around you so he could spin you around, Jaebum felt something click inside of him. The wide smile tugging at your lips as he sustained your body in his arms irked Jaebum down to his core. Although he would never admit that.

“Leader-nim,” Jinyoung nudged Jaebum in the ribs with his elbow as everyone scattered to introduce themselves to the hosts, “why do you look like you want to kill our Seunie?”

It took a moment to register Jinyoung’s words. “Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Eh, stop it!” Jinyoung laughed at his leader. “Your jealousy is showing, hyung.”

“Jealous?” Jaebum’s eyes widened and he scoffed. “Jealous of what? It’s okay, they know each other, it’s only natural.”

“Mhm. We’ll see about that.”

The sound of metal clinking against glass made everyone turn to Mark who found himself by your side. He spoke loudly, enthusiasm in the tone of his voice. “Now that all of us here, our dear host tonight and my oldest friend, Y/n, has an announcement to make!”

A bashful smile was sketched on your face as another fervid round of applause, accompanied by Bambam’s cheers, echoed in the house. “First of all, I welcome Mark and all of Got7 in LA! I hope you will have a pleasant stay here, with us.”

Jaebum nodded his head, his eyes curling into crescents. You continued.

“I know you might be tired from your flight as it is evening already and hungry and all that jazz, but we have to get this party started, right?”

Everyone responded in anticipation. “So I have a proposal to make for our dear boys!”

Jaebum blinked yet again, the clarity of his native tongue coming from your lips taking him by surprise, he had to unexpectedly adjust himself to the change. You turned to him and his eyes found yours effortlessly; the intensity of your orbs humbled him all of a sudden.

“I know some of you might protest because of ‘airport fashion’, Bambam,” you feigned a cough, “but what about we play a round of rock-paper-scissors to see who takes a short dive in the pool to open the fun?”

“Fuck airport fashion!” Bambam protested and walked forward, warming up his wrist. “You are taking a bath, Y/n.”

“Drown him.” Jinyoung chimed in, also getting ready for the game. Yugyeom draped his arm around Jinyoung’s shoulders, cackling at the previous remark. The members gathered around you and your friends in no time, a childish aura of competition flooding the living. Jaebum was the last one to attach himself to the group, his body opposing yours. 

“Should we make four people? We are twelve in total.” Your friend’s proposition passed unanimously.

You looked up at Jaebum and offered him a tender smile. “Then shall we play, leader-nim?”

Jaebum lifted his eyes to look at you and clumsily dipped his head, visibly not accustomed to you and your enthralling voice. “Of course.”

You thought you heard Youngjae mocking his leader’s words in a deeper tone and Jaebum caught his gesture too, alas having no time to react. The game ended as fast as it started, miraculously deciding the losers in one round. The boys lost no time to film the unlucky ones, pushing a protesting Bambam along with Mark and two of your girlfriends to execute their penalty. You giggled as Bambam cried out in displeasure for his favorite jeans.

Jaebum approached you, his eyes focused on you rather than on the pandemonium around the pool. He cleared his throat. “As crazy as ever.”

You beamed up at him immediately, your hands clasped together. It was the most beautiful smile Jaebum had ever seen in his life. “They are so cute! They are so fun to have around.”

He couldn’t peel his eyes off you. There was no plausible reason for his actions, why he felt so awkward around your bright and easygoing nature and why he considered everything he wished to say to you twice before actually speaking it. Jaebum knew his silhouette was tense. “They are. I am so blessed to have them.”

“I envy you.” You chuckled and leaned your body over to him. “Can you help me carry the food outside? There’s no chance we move that here.”

Jaebum chuckled and agreed in a heartbeat. He followed you to the kitchen like a child would follow his mother faithfully everywhere. He was grateful he could at least express himself to you freely. “Thank you for this. It means a lot.”

You shook your head. “It’s nothing! Mark took me by surprise when he said all of you would come over for a few days and I wanted to make it special somehow. I hope it is fit to your liking.”

“How can it not be?” Jaebum questioned too fast for his liking. He hated to think you’d doubt yourself. “I don’t need to go out there to tell people are having fun.”

A sheepish smile painted your features and Jaebum couldn’t be more pleased with himself. Merely thinking he was the cause of your smile satisfied him. He helped you with the first set of fried chicken and fries to calm the hunger of the children outside. Much to your surprise, everyone evacuated the area, most likely to change their clothes and put on the swimsuits. There was only Mark and Youngjae outside, setting the table.

“Where’s everyone?” Jaebum inquired, placing the food down.

“Went upstairs to change for battle.” Mark laughed and approached you, giving you a proper welcoming hug. You swayed with him from side to side playfully but eyed him suspiciously. “Battle? What battle?”

“You know the chicken game? Jinyoung bet 20 dollars that Bambam and Yugyeom would not be able to defeat him and Jackson on a, quote, ‘confrontation’. And because we know our maknaes are young and restless, they agreed the losing team would do a sexy dance for all the girls.”

Jaebum covered his mouth with his hand in sheer shock. “And you just stood there and agreed?”

“What is the worst that can happen?” Youngjae stuffed his mouth with fries. “It’s a show however you see it. Literally.”

“Oh my God.” Jaebum sighed heavily. He could feel a headache kicking in prematurely. “There’s no way in hell we’re stopping that, are we?”

“Nope.” Mark and Youngjae bumped their fists together and you witnessed a rare sight of Jaebum at a loss for words. You tugged on his shirt and gestured to him to follow you inside, doing your best to contain your laughter.

“You know,” you began through the giggles, “it’s not a disaster.”

“Never underestimate those guys, Y/n.” he stated, defeated, and lifted a case of beer from the refrigerator. “You should run for your life while you have the chance.”

You carried two bottles of juice and pursed your lips for a second. “Why should I? I don’t mind receiving a sexy dance from one of you handsome males.”

“Should I do it myself, then?”

The clumsy wink Jaebum gave you, along with the mortified sliver of laughter that followed right after made a hue of pink color your cheeks. You watched Jaebum’s broad back as he walked with the drinks outside and bit into the plush of your lower lip. It was an entertaining offer.

You followed outside and the earthly fighters were getting ready for their so-called battle. The cocky attitude the two youngsters had amused you. The older brothers, on the other hand, were either booing or mocking them. The spectacle was just about to start. 

You nested yourself by Mark’s side who pulled you close to him. “Who do you wager is gonna win?”

“I have a horrid feeling Jackson and Jinyoung will have to move those hips for you soon.”

The two of you laughed and you looked up at him. “Missed you, bestie.”

“Missed you too, kiddo. Although, kiddo is not quite right.”

“Why? Do I finally become a woman in your eyes?”

Mark poked your nose before pointing to Jaebum who seated himself by the side of the pool, somehow enjoying the uproar despite his protests. “Not me.”

Your best friend took charge of the speakers and opened the big gala with David Guetta’s song, ‘Club can’t handle me’. You dug your nails into the palm of your hand, trying to dismiss Mark’s words. He had always loved teasing you and you tried not to take it to heart. It was reasonably fair to say Jaebum couldn’t have taken an interest in you.

You followed your girls and plopped down next to Youngjae and Jaebum who were aggressively munching on the chicken. The splashing of water indicated the clash had started and you extended your hand to the bowl of fries, watching intently. It was both a comical and serious match, nothing but absurd. It was a close match, with the guys fooling around with one another until Yugyeom took a mischievous step to Jackson who was sustaining Jinyoung on his shoulders and cracked an opening. Bambam seized the momentum of Jinyoung losing balance and pushed him into the pool, erupting in celebration. The maknaes bumped their chests and mocked the disturbed Jackson and Jinyoung.

“Show me the money, losers!” Yugyeom wiggled his hand and earned a huge reaction from the spectators. 

“While you’re at it, shake that ass for me too!” Bambam completed and it was the last straw to make Youngjae explode in laughter. Jinyoung would have drowned Yugyeom if it hadn’t been for the oppressing embarrassment of their loss.

“Oh, they are so dead.” Your friend commented and tied her hair in a messy bun. “Guess it’s time to dance.”

“Hey Jackson,” Mark yelled, “what should Bree play for you? Do you have any preference?”

Yugyeom clapped his hands frantically and helped set the chairs for the girls. You allowed yourself to be dragged by your friend to one of the designated seats, laughing under your breath.

“You’d better entertain us, Jinyoung hyung!” Youngjae took a deep breath. Jinyoung ruffled his hair with a towel and then threw it at the vocalist. He grabbed a bottle of beer for himself and downed it in one shot under the devoted cheers of both of the maknaes. 

“Jackson, you got me into this mess, better give them something worth staring at.”

“How is it you’re the one excited for this?!” Jackson squealed and placed a hand over his bare chest. All the eyes were on him and Yugyeom let out a whistle. “Look at the muscles, Jackson hyung!”

When Rihanna’s ‘Wild thoughts’ started playing, it was safe to assume everyone collectively lost their cool. You couldn’t bear to look at the abashed protagonists but you also knew they wouldn’t get away without doing anything, especially because they lost to their youngest members. Something had to happen to satisfy their curiosity. Everyone else gathered around you and the girls, sly glints in their eyes. 

The humiliation on Jackson’s face disappeared as soon as he walked over to you, opening the show with a slow and controlled body roll, his defined abdomen contracting with every movement. He thrust his hips forward and inched closer to you, effectively seating himself above you as he kept on rolling his hips back and forth. You added fuel to the fire as you attached your fingertips to his chest, sheepishly pushing him away only for him to draw closer to you. Jinyoung was doing fine on his own too. Following Jackson’s example, he ran his hand down his torso and bit his lip as he rolled his body majestically, then curled his fingers into your best friend’s wild locks. 

And although Jaebum was smiling on the outside, he was reeking of dissatisfaction. He had no reason to; by all means, he wasn’t entitled to judge you for anything but if he could change something about those events unraveling, he would have seated himself above you, right where Jackson was.

“Jesus Christ, give me something to cool down. I could have died.” You joked as soon as the song ended, causing the spectators to erupt in laughter. You ruffled your hair and caught Jaebum staring at you; he looked away.

“Now we talk!” Bambam went over to a vexed Jinyoung and scarcely avoided a punch. “Cheer up hyung, not even strippers move as you do. You should be proud.”

“Boys, warn us the next time you buckle your hips like this, alright?” Bree chuckled and offered you a bottle of beer. “What would your majesties say about a game of beer pong? The winner decides what we play next.”

Jinyoung waved his hand dismissively and leaned down on the grass. “I’ll sit this one out. I need time to glue my integrity back.”

“Ay, hyung, you do that on stage all the time.” Yugyeom teased and hid behind you in fear. “Boys against girls?”

“Sounds good to me.” You smiled. “Who’s gonna play, guys?”

The members gathered around and started discussing their strategy. It was unanimous that Youngjae and Mark should play, based on their high tolerance of beer. Jackson proposed Bambam play in his stead and Jaebum turned to him at his odd remark. Their leader was chosen to be the fourth participant. They put their hands together to do their lucky chant and scattered. Jackson placed his hand on Jaebum’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry I overstepped the line earlier. I wouldn’t, had I noticed the way you look at her.”

Jaebum chuckled dryly. “Nonsense, Jackson. That’s nothing to apologize for. Whatever did you do wrong, anyway?”

“Hyung.” Jackson cocked his eyebrow. “I think everyone noticed by now. And I won’t be the one to ignore it. You’re too blatant, you know? Take the chance.”

Jaebum watched Jackson walk away and let out an annoyed sigh. 

You returned from the house with a brand new deck of cards and placed yourself in the middle of the human circle everyone formed. The night enveloped the nature imperceptibly, the tenderness of the late spring leaving an unusually warm air in its wake. Sparkling dots in the sky made for a splendid tableau and the timid sound of crickets harmoniously completing the acoustic tunes of the playlist. 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” you began in a stern voice, “I present you a little game me and my girls came up with. It’s called the next card.”

“Suggestive.” Mark chuckled and lunged for one of the cookies on the tray.

You rolled your eyes at him. “You pick a type of card you want to play with, either the king, or number four, any of the existing types of cards in the deck, and you put all four of them in a separate deck with what everyone else chooses. Not by clubs or diamonds, but by number. We shuffle them and announce a dare.”

“Oh, so the card that is pulled out has to do said dare?” Jinyoung questioned, sharing the remaining fries with your best friend.

“Correct. The fun thing is we don’t know who’s next. It could be me four times in a row for all we know.”

“Question!” Jackson raised his hand. “Can we make something like ‘the next two cards’ do this or that?”

You nodded your head. “Makes it even more interesting.”

“But we can also ask things, like in truth or dare?” Jaebum looked up at you and you nodded once again.

“However, we are a bit tipsy.” You stated and everyone else agreed through a laugh. “Will anyone have a guilty conscience if we do…certain things?”

Bambam folded his legs. “Does this get dirty real quick?”

Yugyeom smacked him. “It’s you who’s the perverted one here.”

“When we used to play with our friends in college, we used to put something like ‘the next two cards kiss’ or ‘the next card fakes an orgasm’. That’s why we ask beforehand.” Bree completed and nudged Youngjae for another bottle. “We could play it without this kind of things if you feel uncomfortable.”

Jinyoung extended his arm to take the deck from your hands, looking for his desired card. Jackson gave him a subtle look before leaning over to whisper something indistinctive in his ear. 

“I think we’re all okay with that, are we not, guys?” said Mark and was met by no protest. Jinyoung divided half of the deck with Jackson to help choose everyone’s cards and then boasted his ability to shuffle the cards. He proved to be proficient. You seated yourself in between Mark and Bree just as Jinyoung put the cards in your previous spot.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Bambam interrupted hurriedly, a disgusted look on his face. “So if it’s the next two cards kiss and it’s me and Jaebum hyung, does this mean I kiss him?”

“Hey.” Jaebum scoffed at him. “What’s wrong with kissing me?”

Jackson challenged the first card. “You in, or you out, Bam-ah.”

Bambam muttered a silent prayer in his native language and got cackles out of both Jinyoung and Yugyeom. “He shudders at the thought of kissing Beom.”

You looked at Jaebum who was seated opposite to you and he seemed personally attacked by Bambam’s little antic. You chuckled under your breath. His unhappy expression was adorable.

“Let’s take it slow then. Next card dives into the pool.”

“Let’s take it slow, says Jackson hyung.” Youngjae started laughing when the flipped card belonged to the owner of the dare. 

“Well, fuck.” Jackson snickered and threw himself in the water with no second thoughts. All of his members applauded his efforts diligently. Jinyoung was waiting for him with a towel. “Express your wish, Seun-ah.”

Jackson ran his fingers through his wet hair and Bree let out a gasp. All eyes were fast to turn to her before the public cracked up. “It’s not my fault he’s so disrespectful!”

The game continued cheerfully, with dares stretching in a vast domain, growing from eating grass to Bambam licking Yugyeom’s neck and the main vocal watching his soul leave his body as he faked out the sultriest moan he could muster. Anxiety grew as the game took a sharp turn, hands hovering indecisively over the cards. There was a general air of expectancy in the crowd.

“Now to the main attraction of the night,” Bree cleared her throat, trying to compose herself after giving a twerking class, “The next two cards share a beautiful French kiss.”

You clenched your fists. Your card failed to show up during the last few turns and it was a high possibility it could appear at that moment. There were also more boys so it was almost inevitable you would be paired with one of them. Jinyoung extended his body to tend to the cards, wiggling his fingers above them.

“Now, now, now, who should we call out?”

“Stop the bewitching, Jinyoung!” Mark threw a cookie at him and turned his body to Jaebum’s direction. “You might summon Bambam and Jaebum from the abyss of romance.”

Bambam refrained from making any comment. Notwithstanding some member’s objections, the first card flipped was, indeed, Jaebum’s. The leader covered his face with his hands, all the other boys going in a frenzy. They couldn’t miss a chance to explore their leader’s suffering.

“It can’t be. I swear to God, if Jaebum hyung and Bambam kiss, I will sign up for mental counseling.”

“Sign me up for that too, Youngjae hyung. I can picture Bambam drinking bleach.”

“These brats.” Jaebum growled from behind his hands before straightening his body to accept his fate. “Come on, flip the next.”

Jackson hissed and reached out for a dignified pat on the shoulder. “That’s a true man for you.”

Jinyoung poked out the tip of his tongue and slid his finger over the back of the card in anticipation. The look in his eyes was that of a man who knew what was coming next. Jackson folded his arms over his chest, the same twinkle in his chocolate orbs. Jinyoung put the card next to Jaebum’s and you widened your eyes in a stupor. It was yours.

Looks were quickly darted back and forth between the two of you, a bizarre silence absorbing the curiosity of all the people present. Jaebum looked at his card, then at you. Mark shoved your side lightly.

“I mean, we don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to, Jaebum.”

No other team in the world could synchronize as well as Got7 did when they turned to their leader.

“Huh? But I want to.”

You unconsciously pointed to yourself, forsaking any attempt to form coherent words. Jaebum smirked at you as he stood up to walk over to you, offering his hand to help you stand up.

“Look at him, being all sleek.” Bambam clicked his tongue, shaking his head in the process. Jinyoung retreated victoriously to his previous spot, Jackson taking a hold of his shoulders to cling to him. Mark sent Jaebum a wink when you took his hand.

“Go ahead, we won’t watch.” Youngjae stated but failing to disguise the keen interest in his voice. 

A laugh escaped your lungs and you leaned your forehead into the crook of Jaebum’s neck. He circled an arm around your waist, a grin of his own expanding on his lips. When push comes to shove, his members were but supportive so they started chanting the magic word, deepening the bashfulness in your chest. 

“We have to give the public what the public wants, Y/n.” Jaebum whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You pulled back and locked your arms around his neck, a velvety smile directed to him only. 

“Let us obey, then.”

Jaebum leaned in and bound his lips to yours. You closed your eyes at once, melting into the softness of his touch and the addicting sweetness of his lips. Jaebum lost no time to part your lips with his tongue, deepening the kiss with masterful movements. You dissolved into him, detaching yourself from the hoots and cheers echoing in your ears, and indulge yourself in the sinful ecstasy. You were not sure of it but it felt as if Jaebum longed for you.

You pulled away from the kiss and Jaebum leaned in to steal another peck from you. You lowered one hand to his chest and glared gleefully at him. He chuckled and sent you a cunning wink.

“Get a room!” Jackson yelled. “The tension is so thick I need a halberd to cut through.”

“Fuck off.” You laughed at him and reluctantly released yourself from Jaebum’s arms. He didn’t even bother to conceal the satisfaction. All the more to let you know.

“It’s my turn now, huh?” you plopped down next to Mark who poked your lower back to gain a secret handshake. You adopted a smug look as your eyes fell on the cards. 

“Next card lists his three favorite kinks.”

[chat-noir-always-here]

I rewatch Miraculous—Mr. Pigeon

Behold!!! The episode that almost made me stop watching Miraculous.

No for real i think i got up and left the room first time around, this episode was so ridiculous.

• “You only have one day to work on your fashion piece.” Only a day? That seems kinda unrealistic when you take into account designing, gathering materials, whether or not you need to go out and buy any materials, the amount of time it takes to actually put all that together...

•WHOA Gabriel’s actually smiling in that pic Mrs. Bustier shows. Er, smiling-ish

•Pure cinnamon roll child seems proud this peppermint frappucino dickhead is his father (Gabriel ur hair looks like whipped topping and that tie doesnt help). BE GRATEFUL FOR SUCH A CARIBG CHILD YOU PRICK!!!

•Maaaaaariii chill the fuck out your overactive imagination and severe anxiety are getting the better of you.

•AHEM Gabriel has a purple bowtie in Mari’s imagination instead of that ridiculous peppermint scarf he uses to hide Nooroo’s broach???

•Adrien: appears out of nowhere

Marintette: jerks and flops away like a fish on dry land

Me: lol bye Marinette

• Adriens beuatiful face when Mari is talking to him (before she blunders and stumbles with her words) is beautiful

•Mari’s beautiful face when Adrien is telling her “you’re so talented Marinette!” and the subtle tremor in her eyes as they widen with her smile...☺️😊😘i love my beautiful, anxious mess of a daughter

•Mari: Follows Adrien with her eyes like an owl. LMAO.

•Chloe does not deserve Sabrina 😒

•Whereas Gabriel resembles a peppermint frap, Hawk Moth/Papillion appears to be the result of what might happen if Batman and the riddler had a baby

•Ramier, bruh, there is like. Zero. Fucking. Reason to be that upset over not being allowed to feed pigeons. For real. Go feed them on some rooftop somewhere if you must. No reason to let Hawk Daddy akumatize you over it...

...

...

...You know what? We’re not calling Gabriel “daddy.”

EVER. Again.

•Also Hawk-shitface, pigeon dude is your worst idea and you keep coming back to him. Seriously at least put some effort into your champions’ outfits. Youre a fashion designer for petes sake!

• wow this show really loves its skin-tight body suits, huh? Even when they look ridiculous.

•Sabrina how the hell much did you have to pay for a cellphone that lets you zoom in on a fucking sketch from dozens of feet away and score yourself a crystal-clear image???

•Sabrina: “We’re soooo awesome!”

Chloe: “We?”

Chloe does NOT deserve Sabrina.

•Arent real bird feathers full of germs and bacteria that cause diseases? And Marinette “im immune to bird flu” Dupain-Cheng just plucked that shit up off the ground and put it on her hat of all things. I dont know whether to be fisgusted or impressed.

•Chat “paint me like one of your French girls” Noir for the win everybody

• “Im allergic to feathers.” I came across a theory on tumblr once (cant find the OP) that this coulda been caused by Emilie wearing the damaged Peacock broach when she was pregnant with him. If thats true i would be pleased😏

•Allow me to channel Chloe for this comment: LB, CN, that disguise is about as convincing as Mr. Pigeon and Bubbler’s get ups are appealing. In other words, NO.

•Chat Noir moonwalking with a hat on—booiii got some moves. 👌👌👌👌

• “You’re the cat dont you eat [pigeons] for breakfast?!” No LB, Kitty Boi is a domestic kitty otherwise he’d present to you little dead things like my cat used to do before we stopped letting him go out. This is an awful joke but SPARE THE BIRDS, theyre just like Ramier—being controlled by a monster.

• “On the count of three my beloved pigeons will commence fire.” As disgusting as pigeon poop is i think they’ll live. Cant you come up with a better evil plan? Threatening to break the glass floor at their feet by having the pigeons stomp on the cage would be more effective. I’m not trying to help the villain, kaay? I just prefer my villains to use their head. Honestly Team Rocket is more intimidating than Pigeon Dude.

•is it just me or is kitty boi especially adorable in this episode??? 😻😻😻

• flock of pigeons put a dent ten times the size of kitty boi’s head in the door

Okay thats actually kinda terrifying. What woulda happened if that attack hit a normal person wearing no magical armor??? They’d be pecked to bits...

• CN: “I gotta get outta here before my secret identity is revealed!”

LB: “Yeah you wouldnt wanna let the cat out of the bag!”

CN: “...Haha very funny.” 😾

Dont dish out what you cant take, handsome boy.

•LB’s look of amusement as CN starts running in place for fear of detransforming in front of others is hillarious

•kitty boi if this hotel takes tips you should really give Jean-whatshisname one. That was the speediest, life-saving room service ever.

•isnt this just Chloe’s room??? Theres a ladybug pillow on the bed and everything. Why did the mayor send CN to Chloe’s room???

• “i cant wait my dear pigeon.” Hmm reminds of later on when Hawk Moth calls Nats “My dear Mayura.” Bruh if you INTO Ramier just ask for his phone number like a normal person, quit akumatizing him and eat a damn snickers

•LB: Time for a sneak attack! Oh no, my sneak attack failed cuz my partner couldnt help but sneeze with all these FEATHERS around.

HELLO, he just told you he was allergic to feathers???

•ugh them censoring out the punches with flashy screenshots is so LAAAME show me the VIOLENCE.

• “Cat Noir! Grab [the bird call!]” AGAIN he’s ALLERGIC TO FEATHERS. Just tie that yoyo to something to keep Pigeon dude in the air and smash it yourself.

• Gabriel is that teacher from Ned’s Declassified School Survival Guide who was never physically present in class and was only ever seen through a tablet or some nonsense

•Chloe getting busted my Marinette in front of the principal, Gabriel and Adrien is a great example of how PLAGIARISM DOESNT PAY are you listening art thieves lurking on tumblr, instagram and elsewhere???

•ahem Gabriel that sympathetic look you give a weeping Chloe is very out of character

• “youre the winner Marinette.” Not gonna check out Kim and Max’s hat? You could at least look at it, doesnt seem very impartial to pick Mari without looking at ALL the hats

•siiiiiiiiiighhhhhhhh

Girl they are BOTH allergic to feathers. How many blonde teenage boys walk around with a feather allergy? Quantum Masking or no Quantum Masking, c’mon you should be at least considering the idea theyre the same person from that knowledge alone.

Annnd thats all for now. This episode is more of a vent-inducing hate sink than enjoyable, save for the gushing waterfall of cute kitty boi moments it provides. I may do Stormy Weather later today to make up for it.

[lovemesomesurveys]

How do you feel about full length beards? I’m not into a lot of facial hair. I like some scruff, but that’s it. Have you ever been to a circus? Yeah, once. I was naive and didn’t know about the abuse that went on at the time. Do you know anyone who’s gone to a Fat Camp? No. Do you use Facebook IM everyday? No. I don’t even remember the last time I used it. How many surveys have you done already today? This is my first.

What’s the WORST show on Adult Swim? I don’t care for the Adult Swim shows. Family Guy and American Dad is okay, but after that it gets too stupid and weird for me. Sorry. Like once I saw this show, Mr. Pickles, and uh... wtf. The episode I saw was very disturbing. I don’t get the appeal of Rick and Morty at all. And why the hell is Mike Tyson Mysteries a thing? That’s just to name a few. I see previews of other shows and I just... wow. Do you have any relatives that have shunned you, or vice versa? No. Has anyone ever posted a HORRIBLE picture of you for everyone to see? Not maliciously or because they thought it was horrible and wanted to embarrass me, but yeah. My mom has posted photos where she didn’t see anything wrong and she thinks I looked fine, but I was like EW NO take that down it’s hideous. I reallyyyy don’t like photos of me taken by someone else. I have to take my own photos if I’m going to take one at all because I know the angles and lighting and can add a filter. Plus, I can take a ton before finally settling on one. If someone else takes the photo and they want to post it, I have to approve. Which grade in school was the most fun for you? I enjoyed elementary and middle school. High school had its ups and downs, but there were parts I liked. I liked the last 2 years the best. Which would you rather have, a new puppy or kitten? I wouldn’t want another pet right now to be honest. We have our doggo and one suits our family best right now. Does drama seem to follow you everywhere you go? No, thankfully. I have other issues I struggle with, but not drama. Do you ever just want to go away to a new place where no one knows you? I don’t live in a small town where everyone knows everyone and I was never Miss Popularity, so apart from family and a few other people, not a lot of people know me. However, I do want move away to a new place. My family and I have wanted to for a long time, we just haven’t been able to. A change of environment and scenery would be really nice. You’re ordering a pizza, you can have any kind of toppings, what are they? I’m a simple gal, I just like white sauce, feta and ricotta cheese, garlic, spinach, and crumbled meatballs with pesto drizzled on top. Do you hit ‘quiet’ or ‘ignore’ on your cell? Which one usually? Nah. If my phone rings and I don’t want to answer it, I just let it ring. Do you ever regret giving your number to people? I have before with some people. Have you ever been told that you’re afraid of your own shadow? Haha yeah. Have you ever tried Gouda cheese? Nope. Does/did your high school have pop machines? No. They decided to remove them the year I entered high school, which I was mad about. Do you use a public computer, or do you have your own? I have my own laptop. Do you ever find it odd how you type LOL when you’re not really laughing? >> No, because I understand that its function has moved far beyond representing actual laughing-out-loud. <<< Yeah. I remember discussing that in a class once. Have you ever gambled? A couple times. Not my thing. Although, what really made my experience unenjoyable wasn’t so much the gambling, it was that the casinos I’ve been to allow smoking and I don’t do well with cigarette smoke. At all. It gives me a killer headache, makes my heart rate go up, and makes me feel dizzy and sick. It’s awful. The smell in the casinos was too overbearing for me, so I spent very little time inside. Do you know anyone who’s won the lottery? No. If you could work at any retail store, which one would it be? I really don’t want to work retail. And that’s not shade toward retail workers AT ALL. I salute you, honestly. You deal with a lot of shit. What’s the shortest you would ever cut your hair? I had a “bob” for a few years. Do you listen to any deathcore? No. Do you subscribe to any teen magazines? Which ones? No. I’m also 30 years old. Do you know someone who never smiles? Never? No. Has anyone ever made you feel uncomfortable at work? I’ve never had a job. Do you still watch South Park? I never did. I mean, I’ve seen bits here and there before because my brother used to watch it, but I was never into it myself. Tell me one movie you’ve seen recently that sucked: My mom, brother, and I recently watched this movie on Netflix called, The Platform. It had potential and was interesting at first, but the ending was just... no. It seemed abrupt and I was just really confused. Have you ever carved something into a dinner booth somewhere? No. When’s the last time you were carded at a bar? When I last went to the bar, which was almost 10 years ago. Do you smoke little cigars? Have you ever tried them? Nooo. You’re babysitting, what do you expect per hour for pay? Pfft, no I’m not babysitting. What’s the last thing you returned at a store? I very rarely return things so I have no idea. It’s been a long time. What’s the name of the last cat you pet? I don’t even recall the last time I petted a cat. Do you still look at clouds and make shapes of them? I haven’t in a long time. If you had to dye your hair for one year, what color would you pick? I already do, I dye it red. Who’s got your heart? Me. What’s your television addiction? I have several shows that I’m into. Have you ever stringed green beans before? No. What do you do to make yourself more relaxed when you’re nervous? It’s hard to calm myself when I’m anxious, but I try to distract by talking to someone, listening to ASMR, watching TV or something on YouTube, or reading.  Do you cook? If so, what’s the last thing you made? The only thing I cook is ramen. Oh wait actually I made a grilled cheese sandwich the other day. ha.  Have you ever had any painful dental work done? If so, what? Yeah, a few things. How do you usually spend your Saturdays? I spend all my days and nights the same, really. Do you make your own jewelry or clothing? Last year I briefly got into making beaded bracelets. I made a few. What’s your favorite thing to do when you’re bored? I do the same things everyday whether I’m bored or not: spend time on my social medias, watch YouTube, read, watch TV, scroll through Tumblr, do surveys, just lie there.... ha. Somedays just feel like they’re dragging and going by extra slow and the things I listed above that I like doing just don’t cut it so I just lie there mindlessly watching TV or go to sleep. Do you use drawing to describe what you’re feeling? No. Do you like the smell of new school supplies? As a kid I did. Like getting a new box of crayons. Do you give everything you do 100%? No. I certainly haven’t with life... Do you shop at any independent music stores? No. I don’t shop at any music stores. How do you feel about mainstream music? I like a lot of it.

What song lyrics describe your mood at the moment? *shrug* Do you have healthy eating habits? No. My eating habits are messed up. I have issues with appetite and other issues.

If you could transform into any kind of animal, what animal would you be? A dog. Are you superstitious? If so, what are you superstitious about? I do the knock on wood thing, but it’s just out of habit, really. If you could travel anywhere in the world where would it be? There’s so many places I’d like to visit. What food disgusts you the most? I don’t do seafood at all. What is your favorite thing to cook? Ramen. One place you would never want to get lost in in the dark? I wouldn’t want to get lost anywhere in the dark. :O Are you claustrophobic? Yes. What is your worst flaw? Oh where to start. One thing that always creeps you out? ALL bugs. What is your biggest fear? Losing loved ones, death, never getting better/getting worse, never doing anything with my life and just wasting away... If you could be reincarnated, would you come back as another human or an animal? If an animal, what kind? I don’t believe in reincarnation. Ideal way you’d like to die? Obviously painlessly, but jeez. If you could be roommates with anyone of your choice, who would you pick? I like living with my family. What is the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard? Uh, a lot of things. Your favorite kind of dog? I love doggos, but I definitely have a special thing for Labs and German Shepherds. Do you have any scars? If so, how many? I have a lot of scars. I’m not going to count them. What is your favorite scary movie to watch in the dark? I don’t watch them in the dark. Unless I’m at the theater, obviously. I love scary movies, though. Would you rather be buried or cremated when you die? Cremated. What is your favorite thing to drink? Alcoholic and non alcoholic? Coffee and Starbucks Doubleshot energy drinks. That’s also coffee, but you know what I mean. I don’t have a favorite alcoholic drink, I don’t drink. What is your favorite food around the holidays? I love either ham or turkey depending on the holiday and mashed potatoes with gravy, stuffing, and rolls. Easiest way to scare you? I’m such a jumpy, easily scarable (it’s a word, shh) person so you could really just say hi and I’ll jump. haha. Like my back faces my bedroom door and if I don’t hear anyone coming in or they just poke their head in to say something I’ll jump. lmao. Tell me one of your biggest secrets? Nah. What was your last nightmare about? It’s been awhile since I’ve had one, thankfully.

[helpmeholdontoyou]

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i cannot believe you did this to me, chris! this took forever hahahahahah but here it goes!

1: How tall or short do you wish you were?

I suppose I wish I was an inch or two taller!

2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not)

I have ALWAYS wanted a ferret

3: Do you have a favorite clothing style?

Bohemian

5: What three things/people do you think of most each day

Hmmmm... my boyfriend, my mom, and food 🤣

6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say?

warning: says it like it is, no sugar coating 😊

10: Are you allergic to anything?

tree nuts!

13: Are you a cat or dog person?

cats 🐈

16: How tall are you?

5’4

17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?

coraline ;)

21: Are you religious?

spiritual. i don’t believe in a singular god.

22: Pet peeves?

uh i have a lot but off the top of my head i hate when people bite their nails it grosses me out (think of all the things you touch in a day! ick!)

31: Do you get scared easily?

nah not at all..... eh actually I rethought this and came back bc i do get scared when it’s a snow storm and my boyfriend is gone plowing and our power goes out

32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime?

weirdly, 13

33: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.]

10/10 Chris, of course!

34: What is a color that calms you?

orange

38: Introvert or extrovert?

it really depends on the situation im definitely good at socializing but i like to be alone

39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?

i do but not the shit you read in cosmo magazine

40: Hugs or kisses?

hugs

41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?

i would like to visit my cousin who lives in hawaii!

42: Who is someone you love deeply?

my boyfriend vinnie, honestly. i didn’t know what love really was before him.

47: What is a sound you really hate?

the sound of a fan can really bug me or like that sound when you have plastic or styrofoam in your car

48: A sound you really love?

bugs, like summer nights

49: Can you do a backflip?

before my surgeries, yes

50: Can you do the splits?

before my surgeries, yes

54: What color would you like your hair to be right now?

i need my redone highlights baldly!!!

55: When did you feel happiest?

id like to think ive never seen my happiest day yet

56: Something that calms you down?

im just gonna say it... smoking weed

61: What makes you unfollow a blog?

any kind of hateful sentiment or ignorant statement will usually garner an unfollow from me and also if they like ridiculously go overboard with selfreblogging, like flooding my dash daily to the point where it’s unavoidable, unfortunately.

62: What makes you follow a blog?

usually if i see they have the same interests as i do!

63: Favorite kind of person:

this is a very vague question i don’t understand?

64: Favorite animal(s):

cats, hermit crabs, ferrets, guinea pigs, sheep, omg i could go on i have a farm lolll

65: Name three of your favorite blogs.

YOURS & @swiftlysunshine & @nurseaddison

66: Favorite emoticon:

🤗

72: Post a selfie or two?

I’m too lazy to tag it in this post after all these questions lmao

77: Do you like to swim?

YES!

79: Something you wish didn’t exist:

pickles

83: Favorite person to talk to:

my boyfriend

84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?

honestly i don’t really remember it was so long ago lol

85: How many followers do you have?

im gonna choose not to say because things can get really ridiculous around here with big blogs vs small blogs

86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?

hell no.

87: Do your socks always match?

nope

88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?

no lol i have a spine fusion im healing from

91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?

lavender.. i know that’s an herb but it technically flowers ;)

96: Winter or summer?

summer, 100% of the time

99: Someone you look up to:

my sister

100: A store you love?

Anthropologie

101: Favorite type of shoes

slippers im a homebody

110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?

‘why do you have a handicapped pass?’

111: A question you hate being asked?

‘how are you so skinny?!’ (I realize there are worse things you could be asked but it’s just fucking annoying to get questioned about anything body-related)

116: Favorite cloud type:

WHAT Chris you are random um cumulonimbus clouds ☁️

121: Something you want to do right now

refill my drink

124: Bright or dim lights?

dim

126: Something you hate about Tumblr:

drama

139: What nicknames do you have/have had?

my family calls me boo, boo bear, boobah

my friends call me care, carrie, carebear

142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?

good

143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?

giving

144: What makes you angry

slow drivers

145: How many languages do you speak fluently?

fluently, one

148: Favorite physical thing about yourself:

ummmmmm my hair? does that count?

149: Favorite thing about your personality

i believe im pretty insightful

150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person.

my mom, my best friend, @taylorswift

153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.]

high school originally!

157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:

literally life

158: Biggest lie you have ever told:

um once in high school i told my parents i was just hanging out with my one friend in my basement and then instead i for some reason thought i could get away with throwing a house party in my basement and like sneak people in... with my parents right upstairs? anyway i got ridiculously drunk, the plan did not work, my dad screamed at me and i fainted as he was screaming at me HAHAHaHAHAHaH

163: Last time you cried and why:

today, over something taylor did for a fan i thought was just so sweet

170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?

yep!

[birdy-babe]

Burned Out Chapter 2

Summary: Patton starts to realize that maybe Roman is an essantal part of the group, Virgil’s starting to realize it too but Logan stands stubborn.

Word Count: 4087

Parings: Platonic LAMP

Warnings: None, just angsty Roman

Note: Lmao this chapter is long and boring I apologize.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

Chapter 2

"Good morning Kiddo!" Patton told Virgil as the anxious side came into the kitchen. The sides had their separate rooms but they also had a mind palace they shared that they all hung out together in.

Virgil grunted in response, mumbling a soft "mornin'" and continued his path to the kitchen. Virgil stopped at the coffee pot.

He grabbed his mug- Roman made all the sides their own specialized mug for Christmas one year. They all used them every morning. Virgil noticed Logan's and Patton's cups were sitting next to them as they both sat at the kitchen table.

Roman's white and gold mug sat lonely in the cabinet.

Virgil shut the cabinet doors, poured his coffee, and joined the other sides at the table. Patton was still in his cat onsie while Logan professionally wore his usual black button up and tie.

The logical side looked deep into the book he was reading. He sipped his own tea with one hand and held the book with the other- placing his mug down every minute or two to flip the page.

Patton was eating pancakes shaped like smiley faces with an overly obsessive amount of maple syrup. His coffee was a light color- filled with creamer and sugar. Virgil's nose crunched up at the sight of it- too much sugar. He looked back down to his mug filled with plain black coffee.

Virgil tiredly laid his head down, enjoying the quiet atmosphere. It was peacefully silent expect for the soft clanking of dishes as Patton ate and the flutter of Logan flipping a page. He closed his eyes.

He was only able to enjoy it for a moment before he began to feel uncomfortable. It was never this quiet in the mornings- something was off. Virgil started to feel anxious- worrying if there's something missing or something they didn't do. What was happening?

The anxious side looked up from where he had his head down and looked to the other sides.

He knew Roman wasn't there but Roman didn't make THAT big of a difference. Roman was just obnoxious and loud- maybe this peace was a good thing?

Sleep- or Remy- was no where to be found but Remy didn't come by often anyway. Deceit sometimes showed up in the morning but he usually stayed in his room, he liked to be mysterious like that.

Every once in a while a different side would show up but Thomas' four main sides always showed up without fail.

Virgil looked to Patton beside him and panned over to the spot across from him- where Roman usually sat next to Logan.

Virgil set his head back down on the table.

"Logic! Creativity! Morality! Anxiety!"

Suddenly 3 of the sides were all warped to Thomas Sander's living room. Logan adjusted his glasses and necktie as Patton fixed his hoodie around his neck.

"What could possibly be the dilemma today, Thomas?" Logan inquired as they looked to Thomas.

Thomas looked very clean as always but instead of a fun flashy outfit he usually wore. He wore a grey polo and plain blue jeans.

Thomas had a small stack of different pamphlets in his hand as well as his laptop open on his lap.

"Hm? Oh I don't have a dilemma really, I just need help picking a college to study at" Thomas told them casually as he clicked through his laptop.

The three sides looked at each other, growing silent.

"Did you say college?" Logan asked hopefully, excitement growing in his expression.

Thomas nodded, "Yup! I’m thinking about studying for astrology but I don't where where I should go that's best for that" Thomas told the three sides, "I was hoping you guys could help me choose?" He asked.

Logan let out an excited breath, holding his fists up, "Satisfactory! I am...extremely filled with happy emotions because of you deciding to extend your studies!" Logan tried not to sound too full of excitement, but it wasn't fooling anyone.

Virgil shrugs, "Seems cool to me but..Is college what you really want to do? Will it full fill you in life?" The anxious side asked, "What about everything else you want to do?"

Thomas shook his head, "I don't..really want to do anything else, except Youtube but I can do both" he tells the group.

Logan cleared his throat, "Well we could try to certain fit both things but-"

Patton interrupted, "What about becoming an actor? You want to be an actor right?"

Thomas looked up and hummed, thinking for a moment about it. Thomas shook his head, "Not really, theater's kind of dumb" he responded and went back to looking at his computer.

The sides all looked at each other- Theater was everything to Thomas, what changed?

Patton chuckled nervously, "I think we need Roman here, kiddos" he announced to the group.

Logan shook his head, "I don't see why he is needed. He will just confuse Thomas and try to convince him to pursue other career paths that will not be ideal to Thomas' future." Logan didn't want the unrealistic dreams of the the creative side getting in the way of Thomas' future.

Patton looked to Virgil for help.

Virgil shrugged, "Being an actor is too... unreliable. Going to college is too much commitment..." Virgil mumbled, not sure how he felt about this.

Logan nodded, "Yes it is a lot of commitment but in the end you will be filled with more knowledge, and you can easily find a stable job to suit your life style."

Patton glanced around. He was not feeling very happy at the moment. The happy pappy father figure was starting to panic and freak out. He didn't know what was right and what was wrong.

Becoming an actor has been a dream of Thomas' for a long time. He was excellent at the art, he had the ability to go on and become huge in the acting community. He was already extremely successful in past productions.

Yet, Thomas would thrive in college. He would be able to set up a stable career to do his entire life. Would that make Thomas happy?

Morality looked to the spot that the creative side usually stood and knew there was something wrong with him. Roman took care of Thomas dreams, what makes him happy and what Thomas wanted. If Thomas didn't want to act anymore, then there was definitely something wrong with Roman.

"Guys I think we really need Roman, he's-" Patton tried to vouched for the princely boy but was shushed.

"There is no need! Now Thomas...which Colleges are you looking at?" Logan told Patton and leaned over Thomas' shoulder to be able to see the computer screen. Virgil shrugged and begrudgingly joined Thomas on the couch, slowly followed by Patton who was awfully quiet.

Roman fixed his hair right before he rose to the shared mind palace. "Greetings wonderful-" Roman paused as he spotted no one there, "citizens...?" He added slowly and uncertainly.

He knew he got up late, he didn't know he had missed breakfast. Usually another one of the sides woke him up, as they all religiously had breakfast together.

Roman felt hurt by it, it was obvious they had already been through here. Logan's book sat open on the table, Patton's dirty plate sat there along with Virgil's half empty mug. Roman sucked in a breath as he tried not to lose confidence.

He smiled to himself as he waltzed over to the table, looking at the assortments.

He his smiled turned sad as he saw the mugs, remembering when he spent multiple nights staying  up just to design them. Logan's was the hardest, trying to find a calm design that would suit the boy the best. He decided on something simple and sophisticated would do for him.

flashback

Roman came running into the room from the kitchen. He could hear Patton’s loud lovely laughter as he was attacked by a puppy. He was wearing a cat-themed Christmas sweater that was a bit of a mess as Virgil tried his best to sow it together. He wasn't the best with fabric but the entire group loved the work anyway. It was a gift from Virgil's heart that made Patton happier then ever.

Logan was wearing a white button up with a mistletoe printed on the breast pocket. He also had a very colorful tie. The tie was all Christmas green but had colorful Christmas lights printed on it with little ornaments to make the entire tie look like a tree. Roman gifted him the garment last year.

Virgil was also very festive. He was wearing a red and white Santa hat on the top of his head. He wore a Nightmare Before Christmas themed sweater and black fuffly pajama pants with candy canes all over them.

Roman a customized sweater that read 'King Of Christmas' and had a golden Santa hat on it. He wore a pair of fluffy white pajama pants with little crowns all over them to create a pattern. He also wore a golden Santa hat on his head to top it all off.

Roman sat down on the couch of their shared mindpalace that all four of them had decorated to fit the season. He placed a bag on the ground beside him, full of his gifts.

Roman hugged a stuffed animal sowed to make Stitch from Lilo and Stitch. It was Virgil's gift to Roman this year, another thing that he sowed together. It had jagged stitching and none of the threads matched the fabric but Roman loved it anyway.

Roman had never felt more at peace as he listened to Logan and Virgil happily discussing a plot to a book they both had read and Patton's happy giggling and laughing as he played with puppies. Roman watched his three favorite people adoringly as they were all so happy and at peace.

Roman stood up, "Its my fabulous self's turn! All bring your attention to me!" He said dramatically and grinned charmingly. Patton looked over, trying to stifle his giggles and trying to get the puppy to stop licking his face. Virgil and Logan looked up, placing books they got for each other on their laps, and smiled at the creative side.

Roman picked up the bag, "This year I went a little small, so I do apologize" he tells the group.

"Im sure your gifts will be satisfactory" Logan told him encouragingly.

"We'll love it anyway!" Patton said loudly and happily. Virgil just nodded in agreement, a soft smile on his lips.

Roman laughed, "Thank you, thank you. The first is for my favorite paper clip and best friend here!" He pulled out the first gift which was wrapped in dark blue paper, "Logan!"

Logan looked up, slightly confused at the title that was given to him. Logan turned slightly red in embarrassment as the sides all were looking at him. Patton was smiling like crazy.

Roman handed him the small box, "I hope it is everything you have wished for!" He tells Logan.

The logical side took ahold of it. He pushed his glasses up his face before he started to unwrap the gift. Logan pulled the stings of the ribbon and neatly and carefully unpacked it.

He set the wrapping aside and slowly opened the black blue box. He reached in, pulling out an obnoxious amount of sparkling blue tissue paper. He finally pulled out the gift himself.

The mug was black with a thick stripe of dark blue in the middle. In the stripe showed Logan's favorite constellations to represent his love for astronomy. On the front of the mug showed a small version of Logan's logo of the brain and glasses, under it was cursive letters that said "Logan"

Patton let out a soft 'Woah' as he looked at the mug. Virgil even looked impressed. Best of all Logan looked at it with wonder and a sparkle of love in his eyes. As he processed the cup and the hidden meanings behind it, he slowly let a smile fill his face.

"This is certainly ideal...and has excellent craftsmanship" he tells Roman, extremely impressed with it as he turned it, looking at each of the constellations. He set it down on the coffee table before standing.

Roman's grin turned into confusion and slowly into shock when Logan gave him a firm and quick hug. He pulled away quickly- as Logan hated physical contact.

"Thank you, Roman" Logan told the creative side.

Roman couldn't have grinned wider.

Roman grinned at the cup. He reached down and picked up Logan's bookmark and set it between the pages of his book. He closed it gently and pushed in the chair. He picked up the empty tea cup and the book to put them away. Roman set the book on the table beside the couch, knowing that's where Logan usually resided in the evenings.

Roman headed back to the kitchen and cleaned out the mug. He set the mug back in the cupboard next to his own.Roman returned to the table and went to Patton's things. The plate was covered in syrup yet no pancakes were left. Roman picked up Patton's mug.

Patton's mug was the easiest to figure out what to put on it. Patton was more open with his emotions and about things he loved.

Flashback

Roman looked at Logan, "No problem, friendo!" He told the logical side and patted his shoulder.

Patton snagged the cup to look at it, sitting cross-legged on the floor by Roman's feet. Logan sat on the couch like a normal person. Virgil perched on the coffee table- as the kid liked to find places you're not supposed to sit and sit there. Roman sat back down on the couch, the opposite side of where Logan sat. Roman pulled out a pale blue box with yellow ribbon around it. Patton gasped and set Logan's cup down after looking at it. Embarrassingly hasty, Logan snatched the mug back.

Roman handed Patton the box while Patton bounced excitedly. Patton was less neat with the box and ripped it open like a child. He tore the gold sparkled tissue paper out and ripped out his own mug.

"Its SO beautiful!" Patton screamed, "I love it!" He hugged the mug to his chest.

This mug wad a pale blue with yellow boarders on the rim of it. The handle was also yellow. It had white clouds everywhere white kitten faces. On the front was a rainbow and under the rainbow's arch was Pattons logo- a heart with glasses. In a gold print it said 'Patton' in cursive.

Roman laughed as Patton squealed over his gift. Patton stared down at it and started rambling about everything on it.

"Oh my gosh there are kitties! And clouds!! And look at the rainbow! There's my name!" He gasped at the porcelain piece of work. Roman grinned widely. He had never been happier to see his work be appreciated and loved by his fellow sides. Patton set the mug down before springing off the floor and tackling Roman in a hug. Roman let out a soft 'oof' yet laughed with Patton.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" The childish father figure repeated as he squeezed Roman. Roman hugged him back loosely.

"I am overly joyed you like it Patton!" He tells him. Patton eventually pulled away and nodded viciously.

"Its perfect!" He giggled quieter as he grabbed the mug and skipped to the kitchen to put something in it.

Roman watched him go then looked down at the two other sides. Virgil and Logan were watching Patton with adoring expressions as he hummed and poured tea

Roman grinned and picked up the plate, fork and bottle of syrup. He gripped the lightly colored mug and headed back to the kitchen. He ran the dishes under the water before finding a sponge and making sure all the sugary substances were off all of it.

After so, Roman returned the plate and the fork back to their own cupboards and drawers, and the syrup back to the pantry. Lastly Roman opened the cup cupboard and placed Patton's mug neatly next to Logan's.

Roman shut the doors to it gently. He looked over and saw just Virgil's lonely mug sitting at the table.

Roman walked over to it, picked up the mug, and turned it in his hand. Virgils was decently easy to come up with yet took the longest to actually make.

Flashback

Roman, Logan and Virgil waited for Patton to return. The happy heart bounced back quickly but with his mug full of tea and lots of sugar. Virgil began to slowly move backwards and shrink into himself. The anxious side knew he was next for gift receiving and started to feel anxious about it.

Roman grinned at the side, "Come over here, you emo nightmare" he waved him over.

Virgil hissed at him.

"Calm down there, black panther, ill come over to you" Roman laughed as he pulled out a dark purple box with black ribbon. He stood and extended his arm to Virgil who carefully took ahold of the box.

Virgil gently placed the box in his lap and carefully removed the ribbon, before gently tearing into the paper. He opened the plain box underneath to reveal black tissue paper with purple and blue sparkles in it.

Virgil lifted a mug out of the box, similar to the others. Virgil's mug was hand painted all different purples to make an ocean. Roman spent the longest on this one, getting every small detail perfect of the scene. The front of the cup had Virgil's logo and in cursive silver letters it read 'Virgil' under it.

Everyone was silent for a moment as they looked at the mug. Roman curled back a little with insecurity.

"I-I know its not your style or anything but I know your favorite color is purple! And plus you're like an ocean- deep and mysterious and uh....beautiful" Roman's face was rising in heat as the other sides stared at him. Virgil's eyes widened before he looked away from Roman. The creative side panicked and quickly moved on.

"Plus!" He said overly loud and let our a nervous chuckle, "Photos of nature, like the ocean, is supposed to calm anxiety... So...yeah.." Roman explained himself. He was so proud of Virgil's but he was feeling so incredibly insecure about it now that he was getting so little response.

Virgil suddenly sniffed. Everyone’s eyes shot to him.

"I hate you" Virgil told Roman. Roman's heart dropped, dread filling his body. He was so convinced Virgil would like it- now he just made Virgil hate him more then he did before.

Virgil wiped his eyes, "Its beautiful and I love it" he tells the other sides. You could visibly see relief in all their expressions.

Roman was so confused, "Then why do you still hate me so?" He asked Virgil. The kid wiped his face and looked up at Roman. He had a genuine grin on his face.

"You're ruining my tough dark persona by giving me such a thoughtful gift" he confessed and let out a gentle chuckle. He looked down at the mug with a grin and held it close.

Roman smirked, "Tough and dark? You're wearing a Santa hat and a Christmas sweater"

The sides erupt in laughter. They were all so sincerely happy.

Roman chuckled out loud to himself as he looked at the mug. He pushed in the anxious side's chair in and walked to the kitchen sink. He gently set the cup down, letting a soft 'clink' echo through the empty kitchen.

Roman picked up a rag and dampened it. He made his way back to the table and wiped it down. Once it was adequately cleaned he returned to the sink. He poured out the now cold coffee and cleaned out the cup. He was careful to clean it properly.

He dried off the mug and walked to the cup cabinet. He swung open the door and placed Virgil's mug next to the other 3 to complete the set. Roman grinned at them, seeing all 4 of the mugs lined up.

Roman looked at his own mug, reaching in and pulling it out. He had made it himself aswell. He cradled it in his hand.

Roman frowned at it.

Flashback

Roman's laughter died down eventually and Virgil placed his mug too the side. Roman stood up, happy to have finally gifted the sides his creations.

"Do you want to know what else is quite awesome?" He asked the other sides.

"Nothing can be more cool them these incredible cups! We can have a big T party!" Patton giggles as Logan groaned.

Roman chuckled at the father figure, "This may not be as cool as you're mug but I believe its absolutely perfect in every way" he told them dramatically. He heard a giggle from Patton and a grunt from Virgil.

Roman reached into the bag and pulled out a fourth mug.

This mug was all white with gold glitter spread thinly around it. The rim was spiked up to make a crown-like shape at the top. The crown was gold and had shiney gems on the front and around it- all of them red. The front of the mug had Roman's logo on it- the red crest with a castle on it. Under it, it read 'Roman' in cursive letters.

Roman beamed.

Logan snorted, "Typical"

Roman's smile faltered. He looked at Virgil who smirked, "Made yourself a Christmas gift? That's a new low" he mumbled and looked down at his own mug.

Roman's smile faded, "I didn't make it for myself! I mean well-" he was cut off.

"Who did you make it for then?" Logan asked with a teasing grin on his face. Roman knew they probably didn't mean it but he still felt hurt by their accusations. He never tried to be self centered, he always pushed to care for others. He was the romantic side- he felt empathy any sympathy and always did his best to woo his fellow friends. He hated being accused of being full of himself.

"Well, me. But not because I-" Roman tried to respond but was cut off again.

Virgil chuckled, "Of course he made one for himself" he commented.

Patton grinned, "I think its cute!!" He added into the conversation.

Logan shrugged, "Its a bit...uh...narcissistic- I mean self absorbed- I mean odd" he admitted and fixed his glasses.

Virgil shrugged and leaned back, "Only making us mugs so you can have one too? Tsk tsk, Prince" Virgil teased as he 'shook shame' at him with his fingers.

Suddenly there was a loud ding.

Patton gasped, "Cookies are done!" He yelled and jumped up. Virgil and Logan started chatting about the upcoming cookies and weather or not Patton has burned them.

Roman looked down at his own mug silently, suddenly hating the work in his hands. He admired it for a moment, "I made it so we could all match...like A family" he muttered but it was too quiet to be audible. The other sides continued to chat as Roman set the object aside.

Roman felt his eyes sting, remembering how he felt at that time. He burrowed his eyebrows together and scrunched up his nose to avoid letting the tears fall. Roman closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He gripped the mug tightly and ran his other hand over top of it.

When the creative side opened his eyes and looked at his mug, it was now blank. The sparkly, golden and colorful mug was now just a simple white mug- all of its designs gone.

He let out a sigh and placed the white mug on a shelf above where it sat before. The now white cup sat next to the rest of their plain mugs and apart from the three special ones on the shelf below. It blended in too well for Roman's liking.

Roman looked at the 3 mugs without the 4th one. It looked better now.

Roman gently shut the cupboard and let out a deep breath, feeling an anvil in his heart weighing him down. He took one last look around the empty room before heading back to his room.

He was too busy thinking he didn't notice how transparent his hands had become.

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[jincherie]

Inheritance | Afterstory [M]

Pairing: Yoongi x reader Genre: hybrid!au, fluff, smut, hybrid!yoongi Words: 8.8k+ Rating: nsfw Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral (receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, slight cumplay, multipe orgasms, hybrid sex lol Notes: SURPRISE @yminie EVEN THO IM PRETTY SURE U PROLLY GUESSED WHAT I WAS WRITING LMAO ENJOY!!

Ever since Yoongi kissed you that day, there’s been tension between you and all it takes to prompt a resolution is a little bit of catnip.

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It had been three weeks.

Three weeks since your aunts had dropped by to try and take Yoongi one last time, three weeks since Taehyung had stopped them with the help of his boss, and three weeks…

Three weeks since Yoongi, caught up in the moment, had kissed you.

Much to your regret, it wasn’t something either of you had touched on yet. In fact, the two of you had been dancing quite spectacularly around the subject. You’d say it was almost as though it had never happened, except that wouldn’t exactly be true— now there was a certain tension in the air, an atmosphere between the two of you that seemed to sizzle the closer you got to each other and crackle like electricity down your spine when your eyes met across the room. There was something new in his gaze; a want, a yearning, and you were willing to bet it was reflected in your own.

Rising sexual tensions aside, everything else had been pretty much smooth sailing. When you weren’t avoiding the other’s eyes across the room, you were still spending amicable time together, watching movies, cooking, the like. To be honest, it was getting pretty domestic, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, and could hardly ignore the tiny storm of butterflies the thought elicited within you. Yoongi’s kiss had stirred up all the emotions you’d been putting aside while living with him and over the three weeks that had passed you’d come to realise that they weren’t just fleeting, but you truly did like him. You cared for him so much, and in such little time he’d managed to firmly embed himself into your heart.

It was the loud ringing of the doorbell throughout the house that tore you from your current train of thought. There was a split second of confusion ebbing at your mind before you remembered Taehyung was coming over today with one of his hybrid friends from the shelter. You’d met Jimin before with Yoongi, and while he had been shy at first he’d warmed up to you quickly, and in no time at all the Pomeranian hybrid was cuddling up to you, shamelessly asking for pets, and playing with Yoongi. Something about the hyperactivity of the puppy hybrid awoke a set of instincts that usually lay dormant within Yoongi, and he’d really let go and play. Video games, board games, even play wrestling— the panther side of Yoongi, the predator side, was happy to have a playmate and an outlet for the restless energy you didn’t even realise he had.

But even though Yoongi liked Jimin, and was glad to have a playmate, you could tell there were times when he wasn’t quite so fond of him. The feline hadn’t spoken a word to you about it, but you could just… tell. Whenever Jimin touched you, whenever you pet him or scratched behind his ears, whenever you paid him the slightest bit more attention, there would be a peculiar glint in Yoongi’s eyes, a shift in his gaze and a slight tick in his jaw that told you he wasn’t pleased. You were inclined to think that what was ailing him so was jealousy, as each time after Jimin left Yoongi would pull you to the couch and wriggle close, demanding pets and attention and not letting you get up until he was either asleep or satisfied. After cuddling you and rubbing his face against your thighs when you scratched behind his ears, his loud, rumbling purrs filling the air, he would sniff you as discreetly as he could and if satisfied, he’d allow you to get up. However, how discreet Yoongi thought he was being didn’t always match up with how discreet he was actually being, and you noticed the action each time he did it. You’d asked Taehyung about it, and with a sly, knowing smile the blonde had informed you that you probably smelt like Jimin after spending time with him, and Yoongi didn’t like that, so he was covering you in his own scent once more. The words had caused a hot blush to rise to your cheeks, and your tummy to do several small flips. The action was oddly possessive, and were it anyone else it might have sat wrong with you, but it was Yoongi and instead it caused a thrill to race down your spine.

When you pulled the door open you were met with two grinning faces, one looking a whole lot more sheepish than the other. You grinned, stepping back to allow them in, “Ah, finally. I was wondering when you’d get here.”

A bluff, considering you’d forgotten they were even coming until they’d rung the doorbell. Jimin grinned, rushing in with a wagging tail and pausing only to deliver a tiny lick of greeting onto your cheek. Like you usually did when he did this, you blushed, and Taehyung laughed at your expression as he stepped in after his friend.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he apologised, sheepish. “There was a bit of a… mishap, at the shelter.”

At the mention of the event Jimin burst into light, pleasant peals of laughter, moving into the kitchen, his tail still wagging happily behind him. You followed after him, shooting Taehyung a curious look— you hadn’t realised they were actually late, of course, so you were curious as to what story the blonde had for you today.

“What happened?” you queried as the three of you arrived at the kitchen, and you resumed stirring the cookie dough as you had been before they arrived.

Jimin giggled once more and Taehyung let out a dramatic sigh as they both took a seat on the stools opposite you. You weren’t sure where Yoongi was currently, but if you had to hazard a guess you’d probably say he was napping in his room. He’d join you whenever he woke up.

“Well, we got a shipment in today,” he began, gesticulating grandly for your viewing pleasure. It brought a smile to your face as you continued mixing the dough. “Of catnip. We keep it for soothing purposes mostly, since when used in moderation and mixed into teas it’s been shown to mollify feline hybrids that are particularly anxious or wound up. Anyway, we got a really big shipment— like three boxes.”

Jimin was grinning, and you had to wonder where this particular tale was going that he found so hilarious. Taehyung continued, “Keep in mind these boxes are literally full of catnip. Anyway, we managed to get 2 of these big boxes into the storeroom out back, but the third one… the third one didn’t quite make it.”

Taehyung let out a great sigh for dramatic effect and you found yourself chuckling alongside Jimin. “Joon was carrying in the third box, and I don’t know if you remember but Namjoon hasn’t always been the most graceful being to walk this earth. He got like two steps through the door before he tripped,” Taehyung made a face, bringing his hand to his forehead. “He tripped, and the box went flying, and when it hit the floor… catnip went everywhere.”

You burst into laughter, Taehyung continuing with wide eyes, “And when I say everywhere, y/n, I mean everywhere. All over the floor, the walls, the counters— and most importantly, all over me,” he allowed himself a brief second of grief. “I didn’t even have time to change before coming here, there was so much.”

You couldn’t stop laughing, imagining your tall, lanky friend Namjoon tripping on air and the box in his arms flailing through the air so vividly in your mind you were concerned tears were going to start coming from your eyes. Taehyung resumed his tale, rising from his seat and coming around the counter to retrieve a drink.

“Anyway, catnip was everywhere— pretty much still is, despite how much we cleaned up,” he said as he retrieved a glass from the cupboard behind you. “And now the feline hybrids are all over the place. It affects each of them differently, you see. Some, if not most, get high— this is usually the domestic cat hybrids and similar types. But for some, usually predator type feline hybrids, it sort of… awakens their instincts more, that primal side of them that usually lays dormant. They’re more emotionally volatile, their instincts are stronger, and their senses are heightened. So some got high as hell and some got moody, and some… got horny.”

Jimin was giggling, “Poor Jungkookie hasn’t left his room ever since this morning,” he said, meeting your questioning gaze as you tried to get your laughter down. “He’s a clouded leopard hybrid and being surrounded by that much catnip really set him off.”

You had the decency to blush despite your chuckling, and Taehyung laughed, pouring some juice into his cup after peering into the fridge for a good ten seconds. He gulped it down, letting out a happy noise when he was finished. “Ah, Jungkook’s probably gotten very well acquainted with his right hand tod—AH WOAH!”

In his dramatic turn to illustrate his point, Taehyung swung and moved to leave the kitchen, walking right smack into Yoongi. The hybrid let out a noise of alarm, and, to your shock and surprise, upon collision a massive cloud of dust entered the air from Taehyung’s sweater. Both of them sputtered, Yoongi lurching away and coughing a bit, sniffling to try and get it out of his nose but instead just inhaling more. You retrieved a glass of water for him as he glared at Taehyung.

“What the hell? Did you walk through a dust cloud on the way here or something?” he coughed, pausing his glare to send you a fond look when you passed him the glass.

Taehyung was waving the dust out of his face, hacking slightly. “Somewhat,” he answered, making a face.

Jimin was snickering by the bench but went ignored as the two of them regained control of their lungs. Yoongi sniffled, offering Taehyung another glare before speaking, “I came down to ask y/n if she wanted to watch a movie with me, but since you guys are here I guess you can come too.”

Taehyung clapped his hands together, and Jimin let out a happy noise as he jumped from the stool and ran over, gripping Yoongi’s arm and dragging him to the living room. “Yes! A movie sounds so fun, let’s go!”

You and Taehyung followed the two hybrids to the living room where Yoongi had already set up a movie. You went to sit next to your hybrid— you blushed at how embarrassing it was that you’d just thought that— but before you could get close Jimin’s hand shot out to grasp your own and he yanked you down next to him instead. He leant forward to brush his nose against your cheek briefly before pulling back and beaming at you with a smile both of you knew you couldn’t resist, “Can you pet me while we watch, y/n? I never get petted anymore, Taehyung is always too busy being a traitor and brushing Jungkook’s hair or tail, or giving other hybrids pets.”

You glanced at Taehyung to see him rolling his eyes with an amused grin. “Jiminie I pet you all the time, you greedy Pomeranian.”

Jimin continued smiling at you, as though Taehyung had never spoken, and as expected you caved. A smile of your own slipped onto your face as you obliged the puppy hybrid and reached up to run your fingers through his hair, scratching behind his ear. Immediately a thumping noise could be heard as Jimin’s tail wagged furiously and hit the couch behind him, his face contorting in satisfaction.

You could feel a gaze burning into you from the second your fingers brushed against Jimin’s honey blonde hair, and decided to just continue and ignore it. You could tell Yoongi was jealous, but you were surprised he had managed to get to that point so quickly. It usually took a lot longer and a lot more than just petting Jimin. However, the thought of Yoongi growing jealous so quickly over you touching someone else sent a peculiar thrill down your spine, and a part of you secretly hoped that it might prompt him into action and you could both finally talk about the kiss that had left things so tense between you.

The movie started, and you divided half of your attention to petting Jimin. You knew he got more than enough attention and pets at the shelter, but for whatever reason he especially enjoyed yours, and you didn’t see a reason why you shouldn’t indulge him. There wasn’t any harm in it, and he didn’t come around too often anyway. The hybrid practically melted under your touch, tail wagging a mile a minute, and he leaned heavily on you in satisfaction. You could still feel pointed eyes on you, but you kept your gaze either on Jimin or the tv. You shouldn’t be pushing it, shouldn’t be playing with him like this, but you were sick of waiting for one of you to finally take action and with this you were hoping it might finally prompt him.

Not even ten minutes into the movie, and Yoongi began to shift from next to Jimin. He wriggled and readjusted himself, shifting constantly in the corner of your eye, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say something was itching him. Another 5 minutes went by, and Jimin went to move and lay on your lap, nudging Yoongi, when a growl split the air.

Your gaze, along with Taehyung’s and Jimin’s, whipped to Yoongi, your eyes wide. The panther hybrid was glaring at where Jimin had nudged him, and where he was half-sprawled across your lap.

“Yoongi, are you alr—” you began, but he jerked, snapping suddenly as he tore his gaze away.

“I’m fine,” he hissed, the sound sharp against your ears and slightly cutting against the tender flesh of your heart. Your eyebrows shot up, alarm niggling at the back of your mind. Well, this was spectacularly out of character— even if Yoongi was jealous, he would never take it out on anyone around him. Concern was next to make itself known to you; Yoongi continued shifting, sniffing every so often and wrinkling his nose in discomfort. You could visibly see it as he grew more agitated with each minute that passed.

The whole time, you hadn’t stopped petting Jimin, and his tail was still wagging happily, if less wildly. Yoongi broke his eyes from the TV for the first time since speaking and immediately his gaze fell upon you— or rather, what you were doing.  A deep, rumbling noise that caused the hairs at the back of your neck to raise emanated from the panther’s chest and he shot up, tearing from the couch.

“I’m getting a drink,” he muttered, gaze narrowed as it fell over you and Jimin before he spun on his heel and made for the kitchen, ears flattened against his skull and tail lashing angrily behind him.

Alright, something wasn’t right. You gently nudged Jimin off you with an apologetic look as you rose from the couch to follow after the hybrid, your gaze falling upon Taehyung as you moved. He seemed to be thinking something along the same lines as you, brows furrowed as he tried to decipher a cause for Yoongi’s behaviour. It was only as you passed the couch that his eyes widened in realisation.

“y/n, wait a second!” he stage-whispered loudly, beckoning for you to come back. You waved him off, and he looked mildly alarmed. “y/n—”

Without a word you followed Yoongi’s path back to the kitchen, and Taehyung stayed in the living room with Jimin, the movie still playing.

Yoongi stood by the sink, posture stiff and tail still lashing behind him, as he stared into the empty glass in his grasp, lost in thought. You approached quietly, not wanting to alarm him, your hand brushing against the fur of his tail as it flicked wildly in agitation. “Yoongi—”

He nearly dropped the glass, a sharp noise of alarm escaping him at your touch as he spun and lurched away from you, tail whipping behind him. “Don’t touch me right now,” he warned, tone low and carrying the barest traces of a threat, although strangely enough you weren’t getting a dangerous feeling from him. His words hurt slightly, not that you could really understand why. You took a tentative step forward, holding your hands up to show you weren’t going to touch him.

“Yoongi, are you okay?” you asked softly, gaze seeking his own. His eyes met yours and you watched as emotions pooled in his gaze and his body shifted. Agitation seemed to roll over his form and he took a step to the side, away from you and towards the entry to the kitchen.

“…Leave me alone,” he said, and it bordered on a growl as it left his throat. You were beyond shocked at his behaviour— he hadn’t acted so hostile towards you since you’d first entered the house and met him. He turned on his heel once more, walking quickly from the kitchen and towards the stairs.

You stood in place, blinking for a second before your mind caught up with the current events and you quickly started after him. He stormed around the corner, moving quickly up the stairs and towards his room. You hurried after him, not wanting him to enter his room and lock you out before you could make sure he was okay.

“Yoongi,” you started as you slipped into his room after him before he could slam the door. “Are you alright? Please, if something is wrong you can tell me.”

The hybrid seemed slightly conflicted, his entire form tense. It was as though a myriad of emotions were filtering over him one after the other, and he couldn’t choose which to settle on. The thought struck something akin to recognition in you and you were filled with realisation as he finally settled upon anger. Yoongi stormed over to the door, shutting it loudly and locking it out of habit. You hardly noticed, too busy processing your realisation.

Taehyung’s words from earlier about how catnip affected feline predator hybrids came back to haunt you, and you were certain this was what Taehyung himself had realised when you were downstairs. The dust that had burst into the air when Yoongi ran into Taehyung had been from the catnip spilt all over him at the centre, and it had gotten all over the panther hybrid, and now he was feeling the effects, if his current moodiness was anything to go by. It would also explain the itching if all of his senses were heightened and fabrics felt much more different than they usually did.

Currently unable to control how wildly he was swinging from one emotion to another, Yoongi glared at you. You realised that with his current state, your display earlier to make him jealous must have without a doubt riled him up a lot more than you ever intended.

He seemed to realise how overwhelmed he was growing, as he took a deep breath. “No,” he finally responded, tone low and bordering on a growl once more. Contrary to what you felt before, this time, while trapped in a room and in such close quarters with him, a spark of excitement shot down your spine, a thrill causing your heart to skip a beat. Yoongi’s ears twitched towards you and you knew he’d heard it. “I’m not okay, I’m furious. His god damn scent is all over you, and you were— you were just—”

In the flurry of strong emotions currently swarming him, he had no filter and for once was speaking up about what was bothering him. A feeling of anticipation began to swirl in your abdomen, and you took a step forward. Perhaps he would finally breach the topic of your kiss and the tension between you would finally be resolved. You decided to prompt him a bit more, your eyebrows raising in what you hoped looked like innocence. “Why are you furious?” you queried, taking another step. He growled lowly, but it wasn’t threatening. “Did it bother you that I was touching him, and petting him? Did it bother you that he was touching me?”

At you words he began to visibly simmer, hot, uncontrollable anger bubbling up in the culmination of all the jealousy he’d felt over the past three weeks. He stepped forward, gaze dark and pupils blown as they met yours, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. “He shouldn’t be touching you,” it was a whisper, yet it resonated perfectly in your ears. A shudder threatened to roll down your spine at his proximity and the heady undertone to his voice. “His scent shouldn’t be all over you; you don’t belong to him.”

One of your brows rose, a fake show of bravado that did nothing to hide the excited hammering of your heart. You completely forgot about the guests downstairs, the tension so thick between you it felt like if you brought your hand up you’d be able to physically feel it slide between your fingers. “I don’t belong to him?” you echoed, and Yoongi’s gaze darkened further. He took another step closer, brows furrowing.

“Don’t play with me right now, y/n,” he warned, and it was like electricity was racing beneath your skin, sizzling with how close yet so far away he was.

“Why were you jealous?” Against your better judgement you pushed further, holding his gaze. “Why don’t I belong to him?”

Yoongi snarled, stepping closer so that your chests just barely brushed, and it felt like he’d stolen the air right out of your lungs, his hands shooting to grip your hips possessively. Your heart skipped a beat as he leant forward, breath just barely brushing your lips, “You’re not his,” he began, his low tone sending tremors of anticipation down your spine. “Your heart doesn’t skip beats for him, your body doesn’t tremble for him.”

You couldn’t breathe, thoughts caught on how aware he was of how he made you feel. He leant closer, breath fanning over your cheek before his lips brushed your earlobe. “You’re mine.”

A growl resonated through his chest with the words and you felt your knees weaken, a shudder finally rolling down your spine. Heat burned your skin where his hands gripped your hips and electricity sizzled between you. There was a beat of silence, then his teeth caught your earlobe and your heart stopped in your chest as he snarled again, definitive and absolute. “Mine.”

With that the tension between you snapped and you shifted, his lips slamming onto yours. Immediately a moan caught in your throat, hands coming to clutch his shirt and cup his jaw as he kissed you with such passion and fervour, so differently to how he had before, that you were almost seeing stars. His lips moved against your own, soft and pliable but commanding and you couldn’t help the gasp he elicited as he brought your bottom lip between his teeth, sharp canines poking the soft flesh. A pleased snarl rumbled in his chest at your vocal responses, one of his hands leaving your hips to grip the back of your neck, nails dragging over the sensitive skin of your nape and causing you to shiver and moan once more.

When he kissed you before it was light and full of so much love you felt like you could have floated off in perfect contentment. But now, he was pushing you back, your knees hitting the bed, and in the absolute lust and need burning between you he was swallowing you whole.

He pulled back, allowing you to breathe only for the second it took to grip your hips and throw you onto the bed. You yelped, bouncing on your ass thanks to the springy mattress, but he was climbing over you and pinning your hips to the bed with his own before you even had a chance to move further. He kissed you again, tongue brushing your bottom lip before he sucked it back into his mouth and through the haze beginning to cloud your mind you had to wonder where on earth he’d learnt these things.

Yoongi removed his lips from yours once more, and you thought you might have gotten a chance to recover and breathe before his mouth was on your neck and you were gasping once more. He sucked harshly, lips pressing and teeth scraping the tender, sensitive flesh beneath your jaw and down the column of your neck, pink and red blossoming in his wake. The panther hybrid paid special attention to your pulse point, laving his tongue over the skin and sinking his teeth in slightly before suckling another bruise— you were moaning, mewling, each action of his tongue against you sending pleasure and heat to your core, and he was drinking each and every sound in.

Soon he reached the collar of your button-down shirt and without a second thought ripped it open, buttons popping and cluttering to the floor. You gasped sharply in shock and surprise, your upper half almost completely exposed, “Yoongi!”

At the sound of his name he paused, eyes seeking yours and even without speaking you knew he was asking if it was okay to continue. It warmed your heart that even influenced so heavily by the catnip and as a result his own emotions and instincts, he still managed to think of you. You nodded, the tiniest action, but confirmation nonetheless and with it the panther dove down to resume pressing kisses and nipping along the skin of your neck.

“When I’m done with you, you won’t have a single bit of his scent left on you,” he rumbled against your skin, teeth scraping against the flesh covering your collarbones and eliciting a sharp gasp that dripped into a moan as he suckled the skin into his mouth. “Only mine— mine, mine, mine.”

He nipped the flesh at the swell of your breast and you squirmed, hips shifting against his where they held yours down, wetness beginning to seep into your panties. A deep, guttural groan escaped him and you stilled, a hot spark of arousal shooting straight to your core as you mewled instinctively in response, hands fisting the bed cover beneath you.

Yoongi paused his ministrations only to remove the rest of your shirt, ripping your bra too and throwing it to join the other discarded garment before you could reprimand him in outrage. Your mind whirled, cheeks flushing at the fact your upper half was now bare before the beautiful hybrid above you, the hybrid you loved and were attracted to, and it began to sink in that this was happening. The anticipation in your gut swirled into desire at the way his gaze darkened as he looked down upon you. His fingers came to trace over the trail he’d left with his mouth over your skin, your form quivering in excitement, and trailed down to brush along the curve of your breast, swirling it over your skin until he came to your rosy bud and pinched it between his fingers. You let out a sharp moan, head moving back but your eyes meeting his and you shivered at the sheer lust and desire in his gaze, a deeper need for you swirling in the depths of his eyes.

“Mine,” he asserted with a growl once more, tugging your nipple harshly, excitement thrumming beneath your skin at his tone and pleasure shooting to your core at his action. You gasped out a moan. “You wouldn’t react to him like this, wouldn’t let him touch you like this, would you? No, only me. Mine.”

You never thought you could get so turned on by the possessive streak alone that Yoongi was showing but here you were, enjoying it more than you thought you would, trembling beneath him and crying out in sudden pleasure as he lowered his head and wrapped that sinful mouth around your hardened bud. He suckled harshly, teeth gripping the flesh gently and your back arched into his ministrations, a loud moan falling from your lips as he coupled the sensation with his other hand on your other breast.

As he continued his attention on your chest, eliciting moan after delicious moan from your lips, his free hand snuck down, tracing over your stomach until he reached your clothed core and he pressed, rubbing firmly over your clit. A sharp whine left you, hips bucking up into his hand and your hands flew to grip his arms. “Yoongi!”

He hummed against you, nipple still enveloped in the delicious heat of his mouth, his tongue pressing and rolling it against his teeth and tearing a harsh mewl from your throat. You trembled, body writhing beneath him and it was only the beginning. Yoongi quickly shifted his attention from your chest back to his original goal, trailing his mouth down your form once more. He suckled bruises beneath your ribs, over the swell of your tummy, teeth scraping against your hipbone so perfectly you almost didn’t notice as his fingers slipped into the waistband of your shorts and he tugged them down in one fell swoop, underwear along with them.

You yelped, thighs immediately closing on instinct and Yoongi shot you a warning look. He threw the clothes behind him, shifting himself closer and gripping your knees to pull your thighs apart with ease, his tail thrashing behind him. Cool air hit the heat of your core and you mewled, more heat rushing to your cheeks as Yoongi stared, lust-blown gaze drinking each and every inch of you in. You were dripping, so turned on it was almost embarrassing but Yoongi didn’t mind— quite the opposite.

A long, drawn out moan escaped him at the sight of you bare before him, and it blended into a possessive growl as you covered your face in embarrassment. You couldn’t see it as he leant down, but felt it as he nipped the yielding flesh of your inner thigh and continued marking your skin.

His name escaped on the next breath that floated past your lips and he froze, shivering in pleasure at the way your voice had caressed his name so sensually, so needily. He dipped his head down and licked a long strip up your slit before wrapping his soft lips around your clit and sucking harshly.

It was so much so suddenly, you nearly shrieked at the sudden flood of pleasure pooling in your abdomen, the sudden pick up in the thrumming beneath your skin. Your hips bucked up and he was quick to hold hem down, your thighs trembling either side of his head as you tried not to close them around him. “Yoongi, fuck! Oh fuck, Yoongi—”

He slipped his lips down, tongue lapping up the juices spilling from your core, his nose pressed against your clit as he reached further into your entrance and ate you out in earnest. You couldn’t stop the constant stream of curses and moans spilling forth from your lips, your hands threading into his hair and tugging, fingers rubbing and kneading his ears. The feline almost keened into your core, shivers rolling down his spine. His fingers bit harsher into the flesh of your hips in warning, and he returned his lips to your clit as one hand moved down to run a finger along the length of your slit.

He nipped your clit lightly and you whimpered, before his finger pressed against your entrance and slid into you with ease, slick juices dripping onto his knuckles as you moaned loudly and your velvety walls clenched around the digit. A low groan escaped him as he sucked and licked at your sensitive nub, finger beginning to thrust into you. Noises spilled from your lips, your hips straining against his hold in an attempt to buck into his mouth, but his grip was firm and you couldn’t shift an inch. Your fingers press into the flesh at the base of his ears where they met his skull and you were rewarded with a sudden and particularly harsh suck and delicious vibrations, long finger curling within you as the feline between your legs moaned loudly against you.

He slipped another finger in, and then gradually another, stretching you out and curling his fingers with each thrust into you. You were so wet you didn’t doubt your thighs would be covered in slick had Yoongi not been diligently lapping up each and every drop that spilt from your core. Pleasure was shooting hot through your veins, pressure building within you as the panther hybrid brought you rapidly closer and closer to your release. Your thighs trembled on either side of his head with the strain of trying not to bring them together, the muscles in your abdomen clenching and unclenching as the pleasurable sensations flooded your body.

With each suck of your sensitive nub and each press of his long fingers into your g-spot you climbed higher and higher, tilting on the precipice of the edge when you looked down on impulse. His eyes met yours and at the sheer look of desire in his lust-blown pupils as his tongue laved sinfully at you and his fingers fucked into your core, it was too much. A glint entered his eyes and all at once on the next thrust of his fingers he curled them and sucked harshly on your clit, teeth nipping the sensitive bud gently, and it was all it took to push you off the edge. A loud cry tore from your throat as you came harder than you had in a long time and your head flew back onto the bed, your back arching and the muscles in your legs trembling and spasming with the surprising intensity of the sensations flooding your being. “Yoongi!”

Yoongi remained busy at work, lapping up each and every drop of you throughout your orgasm until you had to push him away with trembling hands when the stimulation became too much. The possessive edge in Yoongi’s eyes had faded somewhat as he sat back on his heels, satisfied, but the unabashed desire burning behind his gaze had not and you could feel the shivers it elicited in you rolling over your skin. You sat up on trembling limbs, and if anything you could have sworn the hybrid looked proud as he observed you before he resumed his place hovering over you and planted his lips against yours once more.

There was less anger fuelling the passion in his kiss, but you could still feel the dangerous tension in his form that told you he was still affected somewhat by the catnip. It was so easy to lose yourself in the movement of his lips against your own, in the skipped beats of your heart and the rekindling flames in your abdomen. A thought niggled at the back of your mind, threatening to drown in the haze of need that was quickly returning as a thick mist over your mind with each second that passed. Yoongi shifted forwards, hips pressing into yours once more as he moved himself as close to you as he possibly could, and you lifted a hand to his ears once more, deft fingers finding the base and rubbing it gently.

Yoongi choked on a moan, his hips jerking against yours and eliciting a whine of your own as his clothed bulge pressed against your still-sensitive, aching core. Your other hand dragged down his back on a whim; you needed to get him in a position where you could do what you had in mind. Your fingers trailed, dragging down his form and his back bowed following your touch, a rumbling beginning in his chest.

When your fingers found the base of his tail he jerked, and a loud moan tore from his throat, his teeth nipping your lip as he pulled back to drop his head in the junction of your neck and shoulder. He whined, stumbling over words that couldn’t pass his lips as you rubbed and kneaded the flesh, shudders rolling down his spine.

“y/n,” he warned weakly. “D-Don’t—”

You ignored him, knowing that having the appendage touched felt good normally and that with the effects of the catnip heightening his senses it would have to feel ten times that now. At the shaky moan that escaped him when you dragged your nails over the skin of his tail, you knew you were right. He sank his teeth lightly into the flesh of your neck as an anchor as you continued, his hips shifting and rutting against yours with each movement of your hand and causing a moan of your own to tear from your throat. He was incredibly hard, straining against the material of his pants, and you were quickly growing wet once more. At the strengthening scent of your arousal in the air Yoongi let out another low growl, although somewhat shakier than those that had come before it. You moved your hand to tug at the material of his shirt that hindered you from feeling all of him.

“Shirt,” you whispered against his ear and he shuddered, pulling back immediately and tearing the t-shirt from his form. Power still resided in his limbs but a thrill travelled down your spine as you met his heated gaze and realised that like this, beneath your ministrations, he was like putty in your hands. He’d had a certain measure of control, of dominance, over you until his point but now, at the mercy of his sensitivity and your knowledge of his weakness, you were the one with the power over him. The thought had a surprising amount of arousal shooting hot straight to your core and your stomach flipped.

You brought a hand up to caress the smooth expanses of skin that had been revealed to you. Yoongi was pale, but the tone of his skin was warm and while he wasn’t bulky his form was defined and the muscles of his abdomen rippled visibly beneath your touch. His breath grew heavier in anticipation the further down his body you went and low, needy whines left his throat as you reached the waistband of his sweats and continued moving your fingers against his tail. He looked like he was torn between allowing you to continue and revelling in the sensations, and reclaiming control of the situation. You didn’t give him an opportunity to choose, instead slipping your free hand into his sweats and wrapping it around his length.

Yoongi shuddered, a hiss escaping through his teeth as his upper half folded and his head fell against you, a moan caught in his throat. He was hot and heavy against the skin of your hand, so thick it almost had your mouth watering. You tugged his tail at the same time as you gave him an experimental stroke and he keened into the skin of your neck, fingers coming to grip at your waist, biting into the soft flesh. His hips shifted into your hand, and you were sure that for the moment he didn’t care that he didn’t have control— he was too deeply taken by the pleasure your actions were causing him to mind.

He was so sensitive, even the slightest of touches against him had him moaning against your throat, hands clutching you almost desperately, and you were relishing in it, each sound he made sending a spike of pleasure and arousal straight to your core— you could feel yourself getting wetter with each second that passed by. You could feel his ears flick against the skin of your neck, lips pressing against your shoulder in an attempt to muffle the moans and whines tumbling from his mouth, and all the while you continued your motions. You quickly grew annoyed with the final barrier between your bodies, however, and tugged his sweatpants down without warning. He growled, but it came out sounding more like a whine as you pulled the material to his thighs and his length sprung free, hitting against his stomach and causing a shudder to roll down the length of his spine. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him, swollen and already leaking precum from the tip and so big your core positively throbbed in anticipation.

Licking your lips, you resumed the motions of your hands and Yoongi moaned loudly, the edges of his voice rough and bordering on a growl. With each stroke of your hands and flick of your wrists he became more and more undone, and you were relishing in it. You knew as soon as you finished this he was going to resume control and the thought had you rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. You rubbed your thumb and fingers beneath the head of his member, using the precum flowing steadily from the slit as lubrication of sorts as you dipped your thumb in the slit and gripped his tail tightly. The hybrid choked on a loud, sudden moan as you continued, and suddenly he was jerking back, hands finding your own and gripping tightly to stop them from moving as he panted. You stopped, not wanting to push him but also worried you’d done something wrong.

You didn’t get an explanation at first, waiting as he gathered his wits and evened his breathing. His eyes opened and met yours, a shock running down your spine and anticipation curling in your abdomen at his gaze. Power rolled off his form once more and you were reminded yet again that he was a predator hybrid, a very large part of you instantly wanting to submit at that look and more slick seeping from your folds in response.

“Any more and I don’t think I could have lasted,” his voice was low once more, gaze holding yours unwaveringly. A certain type of pride filled you at his words but you didn’t have time to relish it. He moved forward, tail curling behind him with a slight tremble as the remnants of pleasure still coursed through him. He’d stopped you before he’d finished, and now he was painfully hard in your slack grip, hot and throbbing against your palm.

Yoongi used his hold on your wrists to pull your hands from him with ease and in a split-second pin you back on the bed, arms either side of your head. You couldn’t do anything but gaze up at him, caught in your own all-consuming desire as anticipation thrummed beneath your skin and burned pleasurably where his skin met yours. Something sparked in his eyes and your heart skipped a beat. “And I’m not coming until I’m inside you.”

Your breath hitched, but he didn’t give you time for his words to sink in before he was moving between your thighs once more, head dipping to take your abused nipple into his mouth once more. You cried out instantly, hands straining against his hold to find purchase in something, anything, but unable to clutch anything but the bedsheet. Yoongi snarled possessively against your chest, no doubt able to hear the racing of your heart, and released your nipple with a pop as the tip of his cock brushed your entrance. You were so wet, your core so ready and aching for him, you almost sobbed as he teased you, brushing his length over your folds and along your slit.

“Yoongi,” you whined, gasping as he moved over your clit, “Yoongi, Yoongi please—AH FUCK!”

At your pleas he let out a soft groan, gaze hardening and hips snapping forward to begin easing into you. Your eyes screwed shut, a high keen sounding from your throat as he filled you up deliciously, the stretch around his girth burning slightly but the sensation of him filling you so perfectly more than enough to balance it out. Yoongi watched you come undone beneath him in only one stroke, a deep groan falling from his lips, your limbs trembling as he reached places within you that had you seeing stars. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as he allowed you to adjust for a moment, before you wriggled your hips and he was pulling back to snap his hips back into you with such force it robbed your breath from your lungs. It was a sharp cry that tore from your throat as pleasure, hot and intense, flooded your senses and tingled up your spine, your core throbbing in need as he began pounding into you.

“F-fuck, y/n,” he groaned, that peculiar groan that sounded like a growl rumbling in his chest, his tail thrashing behind him before wrapping around your thigh possessively. “You’re so tight, so good around my cock.”

His ears twitched at the wanton moans that tore from your throat at his words and with each hard thrust of his cock into your velvet heat, his hips meeting the soft flesh of your inner thighs with a sharp slap. Heat and desire mixed and swirled in your abdomen, pleasure sparking deep within you and running currents along your spine. You could hardly think with all the sensations flooding your being, your thighs coming to squeeze his sides desperately.

He snarled at the action, hands moving from your wrists to your hips to hold you in place, fingers biting into the soft flesh and eliciting a loud whine from your throat. Now freed, your hands moved immediately to his form, one finding the base of his ear and the other weaving into the hair at his nape and tugging. Yoongi choked on a moan that shifted into a growl, ears flicking back and the heat in his gaze scorching your being. He was entranced by you, taken by the way you looked beneath him, the way your beasts bounced with each thrust and your body glistened with sweat.

Your hips strained to buck and meet his as he pounded you into the mattress, your walls clenching with each stroke of his thick, swollen length. There wasn’t an end to the moans tumbling from your mouth, your throat almost raw at the constant use of your voice as the heady pleasure robbed you of control. You could feel it building within you, pleasure and pressure increasing with each deep stroke of Yoongi’s thick member into your heat and you clutched at him almost desperately as you hurtled towards your high.

He wasn’t far behind, each clench of your velvet walls around him and each sharp cry that met his ears urging him closer and closer to the edge of his own release. He was still so tightly wound from the previous stimulation that each tug and knead of your fingers on his ear had him trembling as he slammed into you.

One of his hands left your hips, trailing up your body to pinch and tug your sensitive nipple and elicit a cry, hot pleasure shooting to the coil in your abdomen, before it lowered. His thumb gathered your slick before pressing to your clit and it was all you could take before you came with a loud, needy whine, Yoongi’s voice falling like a mantra from your lips as absolute pleasure flooded you and the intensity of your orgasm had stars blooming behind your eyes.

Your walls clenched around him so tightly, so perfectly, and he couldn’t last. With a deep, guttural groan rumbling in his chest and one final slam into your tight heat he came, heat painting your insides and filling you even more to the brim than you already were with his swollen length. He bent, teeth sinking into your neck as his orgasm washed over him powerfully and you let out a sharp moan at the sting. He continued rubbing circles around your clit as you both gradually came down from your highs, your breath short, and you only just realised the death grip you had on his hair and ear.

Yoongi shuddered as you released his ear, thumb still working and you whined in oversensitivity, pushing his hand away with trembling fingers. He removed his teeth from your neck, tongue laving over the mark soothingly, and he pulled out of you. All at once you felt both of your mixed releases gush forth and seep from your abused hole and onto the bed. A shock of excitement had your heart skipping a beat as he leaned back and brought his fingers to your slit, gathering the cum on his fingertips before pushing it back into your hole, fingers sliding in with ease. Your body tremored, a shaky moan escaping you as the remnants of your pleasure buzzed beneath your skin.

Yoongi shifted his body slightly to the right and flopped down, arms winding around your waist and tugging you as close as you could be against him, your heart skipping several beats despite what you’d just done. At your questioning look he nuzzled his face affectionately into your neck. “’want kittens,” he mumbled in explanation as his eyes drooped slightly but held your gaze nonetheless, his words causing your tummy to do flips and heat to rise to your cheeks.

Honestly, you weren’t surprised at all that he was tired right now— you’d be more alarmed if he wasn’t, considering this was Yoongi you were talking about. You yourself were pretty drowsy, limbs weary and an ache already beginning to make itself known in your core. You were surprised by how outright affectionate he was being, however. Your own arms wrapped around him in return and almost instantly the deep, chittering purrs erupted in his chest, his face burying closer to your neck as he tugged the blanket over you both. His lips pressed soft kisses to the skin of your neck, along the trail of pink and purple he made earlier, before they curved up your jaw and over your lips.

This kiss, in contrast to the previous and the events that had just occurred, was sweet, and light. It caressed your heart softly, and, like sugar, left you craving more just like it. All at once you were reminded how fitting his name was, recalling the other events that had prompted that realisation. Times in the living room, the park, the kitchen… oh no, the kitchen.

The cookies.

Horror mixed with the next realisation that filled you. The guests.

“The guests…” you hadn’t even realised you said it out loud until Yoongi hummed against your throat, nuzzling against you. His fingers traced patterns against your hip and waist.

“Don’t worry, they left a while ago,” he mumbled, nibbling the skin beneath your ear. You almost succumbed to the sensation, but managed to pull through.

“When?” you dreaded the answer.

The hybrid chuckled, nose pressing against your jugular as he inhaled your soft, enticing scent— a scent that now had no traces of Jimin and was mixed suggestively with his own. He hid a satisfied smile in the curve of your shoulder. “After you let out that really loud moan.”

You groaned— that could have been at any point! You were loud the entire time because honestly? You’d forgotten Taehyung and Jimin were downstairs at all. It was silent for a moment, before Yoongi’s sleepy voice greeted your ears once more.

“y/n?” You hummed in response, and he continued after another couple of beats of silence. His fingers played on your hip. “That day, when I kissed you…”

It was silent for several long seconds as he mulled over how to word what he wanted to say, how he wanted to explain his reasoning for kissing you. You waited patiently, and finally he spoke once more, “I love you.”

You froze in surprise, but were unable to pass up the opportunity to tease him. “I know.”

Yoongi nearly choked, and you burst into laughter, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Your own eyes were growing tired and you allowed them to close as you smiled. “I’m kidding! I love you too.”

Appeased, the hybrid snuggled closer, bringing the blanket tighter around you both and clutching you tightly.

As sleep began to fog your mind and drag you further into the abyss, you couldn’t help but think. You wouldn’t ever be happier than you were right here, in the arms of the hybrid you adored, the hybrid that adored you back.

You’d do anything for Yoongi, and you knew as you finally fell asleep in his arms, that he would without a doubt do the same.

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i redid an ask meme that i had originally done ~3 years ago to see the comparison so for archiving purposes im putting it in a lil journal entry here ! i wanna start doing small journal entries again it was fun when i did that

new answers bolded

1) what images do you have set for your desktop/cell phone wallpapers?

my desktop bg is literally just…. a collage of kageyama manga screencaps a h a,,,, and my cellphone bg are drawings some gay drew me like 74724 years ago :v // my desktop rn is actually a background from one of the dmmd routes LMFAO..... idk which one it is but i’ve always liked those bg pics!! my cell lock screen is p5 art and my bg is leopika

2) have you ever had a crush on a teacher?

nooooope // nah

3) what was your last text message?

my phone is dead so i wouldnt be able to tell you lmfao i dont even remember // it was a gif from kelly lol

4) what do you see yourself doing in 10 years?

hopefully working a job i enjoy and making costumes and being happy!! // god i have no idea and it freaks me out... hopefully working,,

5) if you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be?

hoommee ((or at katsucon tbh)) // at the beach with friends maybe

6) what was your coolest halloween costume?

a white cat probably lmao // i dont think ive ever had a particularly exciting halloween costume but one year i was sharpay from high school musical and i think i peaked then tbh

7) what was your favorite 90s show?

uhhhh….. i didnt really… start watching tv until like… the 2000′s so i really cant tell you man lol // spongebob started in 1999 does that coUNT,

8) who was your last kiss?

(answer redacted) // :/ someone should kiss me so i can change this answer lmao

9) have you ever been stood up?

nope //  nah

10) favorite ice cream flavor?

vanilla w/ vanilla oreos ok u need to underst a n d // this hasn’t changed i haven’t had this particular ice cream in a long time but i still stand by it

11) have you been to las vegas?

nahh // nope

12) your favorite pair of shoes?

idk i have these black ones i wear everywhere lol // i have a pair of white sneakers that i refuse to stop wearing now

13) honestly, have you ever cheated on your significant other?

i wouldnt even consider it. // no bc i’m not a piece of shit lmao?

14) what is your favorite fruit?

hmmm…. pineapple orrr…. strawberries but only if they’re the really good kind like they have to be perfect // pineapple!!

15) have you talked to anyone on tumblr that you could see yourself  dating/having sex with? if possible?

….. ye s… yes. // in the past apparently so but thinking about it now nah lol

16) are you into hookups? short or long term relationships?

hookups arent my thing eh i prefer long term relationships altho i cant really say ive been in a “long” term relationship pffff // i don’t think hookups will ever be my thing, emotionally long term relationships are what i’m here for but i’m also a Very Impulsive Person so i cant tell you if this will stay a fact :’)

17) do you smoke? if so, what?

nope dont wanna // no thanks

18) what do you do to get over your anger?

usually talk to people or shout into word // i have to vent about it to someone probably a thousand times even months or years after it happens tbh

19) do you believe in god?

nahh // nah

20) does the person you’re in love with know it?

i aint in love with anyone rn so no? // i’m not in love with anyone.

21) favorite position?

………….. for w hat………. // oh honey lmfao... N/A

22) what���s your horoscope sign?

virgo/ox ovob // Virgo/sun, Aries/moon, Libra/rising and Cancer/midheaven

23) your fears?

literally everything i already named a few so ill name some others… ghh anything in… the ocean or lakes and stuff frightens me and i really dont know why bu tlike…. fish and crabs and jellyfish and seaweed cuz it’s evil and stu f f basically anything that’s not a mammal or turtles or penguins…. lo l im a baby // uncertainty is a big fear of mine and also people being mad at me lmao... as far as physical fears though i have debilitating fears of almost all insects/arachnids and lobsters/shrimp/crawfish :^)))))

24) how many pets do you have? what kind?

two cats and a dog!! // one cat one dog

25) what never fails to turn you on?

i dunno,,/////// // lol neck biting/kissing oof

26) your idea of a perfect first date?

im okay with mostly anything i just really like spending time with the person ; v ; // i’ve never really had an answer for this? thinking about dates has always made me so anxious for whatever reason but i’ll be happy to just spend time with them doing whatever honestly, i’m a super indecisive person aha

27) what is something most people don’t know about you?

i dont really know tbh lmfao // i’ve considered in the past looking into mental conditions (anxiety/bpd/etc) to see if i might have one or two but i never want to say anything about it because i don’t want to self-diagnose anything.

28) what makes you feel the happiest?

nice weather and nice conversations w/ best people u//v//u // nice weather and hanging out with people who are fun and easy to talk to

29) what store do you shop at most often?

does….. arda wigs count or… // does arda wigs still count bc mood lmao but truthfully now it’s probably target

30) how do you feel about oral? giving and/or receiving?

kkdkjsfkjkjfj??fsfj/// go for i t??? i have no problems with i t??? i dont think ill ever be willing to put a dick in my mouth though // these random sexual questions thrown in here are something aren’t they lmao. not going to disclose much but i will stand by the fact that i will not put a dick in my mouth lo l

31) do you believe in karma?

sometimes ye // i believe that people will eventually get what’s coming to them but i don’t believe in karma as a solid concept if that makes sense? like i don’t think it’s guaranteed

32) are you single?

yup yup // yeah it’s been wild lmao

33) do you think flowers or candy are a better way to apologize?

i think being sincere is the best way to apologize– if you truly mean it the person will know. you dont need to buy your forgiveness. // the best way to apologize is just to apologize sincerely and change your behavior if it’s applicable.

34) are you a good swimmer?

ehh??? im ok i guess– i took swimming lessons as a kid but i havent done legit swimming ever since then lmao,, ive always been best at the backstroke tho yea // i mean i have the ability to swim but i’m not olympic-worthy or anything lmao

35) coffee or tea?

ehhh im not big on either tbh // chocolate milk and you can fight me

36) online shopping or shopping in person?

depends what your shopping for i guess?? online is more relaxed i guess // online probably because shopping in person Gives Me Anxiety

37) would you rather be older or younger than your current age?

ehhh im happy where i am tbh // older

38) cats or dogs?

do not make me choose // cats and dogs* there i fixed it for you

39) are you a competitive person?

ahaa,,,,, oh god yeah,, // OOF yeah

40) do you believe in aliens?

i believe there’s life on other planets somewhere?? so i guess?? // i believe in aliens in the sense that there’s no way we are the only living life forms in the universe but not in the science-fiction way you feel me

41) do you like dancing?

i do but i suck at it lmao // i do but i: A- suck, and B- have no stamina

42) what kind of music to you listen to?

nearly everything tbh // i’m not picky when it comes to music but imma be real w u. almost all of the music on my phone is kpop. seventeen is my favorite group along with astro, and i also enjoy super junior, shinee, red velvet, etc among so many others,,, im pretty wide spread !

43) what is your favorite cartoon character?

i will never be able to pick just one // i’ll literally never be able to answer this

44) where are you from?

philadelphia uvu // philly!

45) eat at home or eat out?

hmmm at home. // at home

46) how much more social are you when you’re drunk?

i never plan on being drunk tyvm // i’ve never consumed alcohol in my life and to be Quite Fucking Honest i want nothing to do with it

47) what was the last thing you bought for yourself?

bracelets ! ; u ; // uh... excluding food and music... earrings i think

48) why do you think your followers follow you?

uhhhhhhh lmfao i have no idea i think… a good amount are for my cosplays at least?? or id like to think so lmfao but i really dont know pfft // my followers have just accumulated and hung around over the years... i know i gained a good amount from my snk days as arlert-the-troops and then through my haikyuu phase, whether it was for my cosplay or other posts that i made... whenever someone follows me now im not entirely sure what its for but i appreciate everyone who’s stuck around!

49) how many hours do you sleep at night?

it’s never regular man // 6-9 (lol) hours is pretty normal for me

50) what worries you most about the future?

everything tbh // the future as a concept worries me lol

[dustyvixen]

woah hello new followers, time to force this shitty meme on y’all to introduce myself. ily <3

I didnt read any of these questions before hand, i just stole the first one i saw, so we’re all in for a wild ride.   General Information: - Full Name: Olivia. please never call me this - Public Nicknames: Dusty or Olive - Friends-Only Nicknames: Olive oil - Age: 18/19 in November - Gender : Female - Acceptable Pronouns: she/her - Sexual/Romantic Orientation:  Pansexual  - Relationship Status: Single - Spouse/Partner: ^^^ - Date of Birth: November 22 - Zodiac: Scorpio-Sagittarius cusp  - Birthplace: Queensland  - Current Residence: The dull void known as Brisbane - Occupation(s): Freelancer -- Appearance: - Blood Type: idk lmao - Nationality: Australian - Ethnicity/Ancestry: Half kiwi, half european (Scotland n shit aye) - Height: 5'5" - Weight: idk but I am very l o r g e - Bodily Build: Big, heavy, somewhat male weight distribution (thanks hormone disorder) - Eye Colour: brown - Hair Colour: dark brown, with dark amber ends (old hair dye)  - Skin Tone: Olive-ish - Scars/Markings: a few from when i was a kid, 90% stretch marks, lots of freckles on my arms -- Personality: - General Attitude: Chill, but easily aggravated. also super depressed and anxious woop - Life’s Aspirations: To exist tbh, art, taxidermy and botany are cool too i guess - Favorite Foods: M E A T. also mangos - Religion: none. I do work with The Morrigan though. - Likes: Plants, tea, bones, crows, natural history books, floral scents, foggy winter morning smells, Honey. - Dislikes: loud noise, prosciutto, maggots, city smells (aka fuel/diesel smell), possums in my roof, heat, - Fears: Vomiting, Closed in spaces (like one way tubes or caves), Strong winds (not fear, but they make me anxious) -- Relationships: - Father: Big pushover, I like to debate with him a lot, can sometimes be a bit narrow minded. Complains about dumb things like a kid. - Mother: avoid when shes in a mood ™ , she dealt with a LOT of bad shit in her life, kiwi af, good for some banter. - Sister(s): none - Brother(s): I got 3 older bros, we all give each other shit like good siblings - Best Friend: YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE MANG - Pets: 3 Budgies (Levi, Kea, and Apollo), 1 carpet python (Aphrodite), 1 dog (Wolf), 2 rats (Hemlock and Ash), 1 cat (Zelda), and 8 Chickens  --- Anyone you admire a lot? - Confident, yet kind people  If you could go two years back in time, what would you tell yourself? - id just punch myself in the head for focusing so much on trying to get into relationships instead of SELF LOVE BITCH

When did you realize your current sexuality? - uuH i think in like grade 7 or 8?? idk it kinda just happened lmao Do you have any lesser-known talents? - Good at judging a situation/emotions, tying knots  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

What was the last verse of the song you're listening to- where the trees grow taller and the suns are smaller somehow. Ever gotten in a flame war? - nope What's the last thing you did before this meme? - scrolled through pinterest lookin up plants What is your favorite fruit? - Mangos, pomegranates, cherries and lychees What time do you usually end up going to sleep? - 12am-1am  What's your catchphrase/A word you use a lot?-  my dude, lmao, woop, uhh

What is your alignment (Lawful, neutral or chaotic matched with good, neutral or evil)? - Chaotic neutral What was your first fandom? - the warriorcats, but i never made OC’s n stuff, i just read the books How are you feeling right now? - questionable Are you good at Mario Kart? - ill woop yo ass at mario kart What do you do on an average Saturday night? - divination, sometimes drink,  HOW MANY CAPRI SUNS HAVE U DRINK IN THE LAST 48 HOUR???? - we dont drink that devil liquid here Who's your favorite OC that you own? - please dont make me choose, I have 80 of them. Are you a proactive or reactive person? - reactive How many days until your next birthday? - im too lazy to check How many blankets do you sleep with? - 2-3 in winter (a duvet, and 2 mink blankets), none in summer What are three OTPs of yours? - none What's a song you hate? - Blurred lines Art or music? - ???what???

What's a song that reminds you of your lover/crush? - obedear, by purity ring Do you have a celebrity crush? - no?? i never understood them How do you want to die? - i dunno? in my sleep i guess What's your opinion of the last person you talked to? - the best nublet of them all What are your favorite fandoms? - Avas demon, uhh im not in a lot of fandoms What do you usually draw? - Monsters and questionable things How'd you come up with your username? - The first roadkill i picked up was an old mummified vixen.  What's the weirdest thing you've done in public? - talked about murdering possums with a potato Coke or Pepsi? - n o n e How many friends do you have? - a few Using three words, how would your friends describe you - weird, uh, angery How would you describe your morality? - Im trying to improve it, but its average i suppose How emotional are you? - very Who's your favorite fictional character? - CALCIFER

What's your favorite music album? - Fleet Foxes - Helplessness Blues

How's your social standing? - i rarely leave home so its non existent What's the worst media you have ever consumed? - consumed??what??? Any movements you make unintentionally (drumming fingers, twirling hair)? - bouncing my leg Have you ever been romantically attracted to a fictional character? - nay What social media site do you use the most? - Twitter or DeviantArt idk What's your favorite video game? - Oblivion, Spyro, MediEvil. honestly there’s a lot so i cant pick one What are some personality traits you despise? - extreme narcissism, elitism, entitlement. Ever been to a convention? - one, an alternative expo years ago, im too poor to afford conventions Cats or dogs? - dogs, but i still like cats What does your favorite shirt look like? - its my pajama shirt with a boston terrier on it Do you think Ted Cruz is the Zodiac Killer? - fuck this meme thing was longer than thought. all that to end on this question? shit man. of course he is the zodiac killer jeez.

[justanotherboyinblue]

65 Questions You Aren’t Used To

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?        nope!

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?       maybe like a 0.3

3. The person you would never want to meet?       any person in any form of the government ever they’re Scary

4. What is your favorite word?      love, for more than just sappy reasons i promise akgjb

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?       cherry

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?      the only time i look in the mirror is when i wash my hands so i don’t really Look In The Mirror. i thought i looked nice, by that my hair was greasy lmao

7. What shirt are you wearing?      dark gray cub cadet

8. What do you label yourself as?     C on f u s ed

9. Bright room or dark room?       dim room

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?       uhhhhhh i had just finished watching. something with mother 

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?     ��   i haven’t really had one? each year has been better than the last

12. Who told you they loved you last?        Alexis, because No❤️️ my mother doesnt count

13. Your worst enemy?        boredom

14. What is your current desktop picture?        a screenshot of my friend Ryver standing on top of a minecraft build with a sign that says massive shmeat because Obviously

15. Do you like someone?       i do! two someones actually but the second most likely won’t go anywhere

16. The last song you listened to?        currently listening to golden by parade of lights

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?         oh i think you know where this is gonna go :D

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?        pick literally anyone in my family

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?          .....there are. probably minors following me so im not gonna answer that

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)        i feel like it’s a cliche to say my eyes, but i really love my hair too

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?          Oh My God I Would Kill Someone To Be Cis. look in the mirror and Cry

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?        not that im aware of

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?          i feel like spiders and the existential dread of global doom isnt unique so,,

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.         alright lemme put you on smn right now, rally’s mother cruncher sandwich, but with a Fresh and not soggy brioche bun, actual campfire sauce, a slice of melted havarti, and you’re in heaven

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?         I Will Put It In Savings And Not Touch It Ever because spending money makes me very anxious and also cry :)

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?       askjbdga like it’s hard, nevada obvi

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?       something mixed and fruity, maybe svedka? the strawberry lemonade because that sounds like it slaps 

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?         if you’re a republican you’re getting fed to the sharks

29. What is your favorite expletive?         i feel like fuck is just so Versatile, but bitch is a close second

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?         a usb with every file i’ve ever saved, including all of my pictures going back four years

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?         oh boy there’s a lot of options here. either a thought i had once that i will Not disclose, or a piece of information i have about father

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!           sounds like me tbh. either norway or switzerland 

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?         Cat Cat Cat Cat Cat- :DDDDDD my cat Trinity that passed two years ago

34. What was your last dream about?       couldn’t tell ya. i meant to write it down but i did Not

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?        the first thing that popped in my head was listener, and yes!

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?        luckily no

37. Have you ever built a snowman?       many!

38. What is the color of your socks?        white and gray

39. What type of music do you like?         oh anything and everything! upbeat with guitar and im sold

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?        sunsets

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?         m i n t

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)        ew

43. Do you have any scars?        yep!

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?        either bookstore owner or interior designer, im not sure yet. maybe work in a kitchen?

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?         i want to be Cis goddammit

46. Are you reliable?        absolutely! if i care for you

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?         do we ever find a family that stays?

48. Do you hold grudges?        oh Absolutely. if you fuck up big enough im never letting that shit go

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?       is it too much to ask for a pegasus

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?          the intricacies of public school boys and their obsession with cold war russia and any world war

51. Are you a good liar?         100%

52. How long could you go without talking?        does out loud to myself count? because i do that a lot. if im depressed or just. tired then a good few days

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?        chin length bob. why did i think that was a good idea. 12 year old me is Quaking 

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?       not cake, but ive done cupcakes

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?       not Well 

56. What do you like on your toast?          butter and cinnamon sugar, or a good cherry jam

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?          gears for inktober day 3 babeyyy

58. What would be you dream car?        any ford f150 or a solid 67 chevy impala

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.        not in a While. i don’t think so???

60. Do you believe in aliens?       i Do

61. Do you often read your horoscope?         never in my life

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?        very fond of m

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?       is this even a Question. dragons obviously

64. What do you think about babies?       disgusting vomit spewing lizards, and thats an insult to lizards

[the-mf-bread-babies]

1/8/20

VOLUME FOUR, PART TWO~!

WHO ELSE IS WRITING IT?! ROCCO NORTH, BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHAPTER ONE

I CHANGED MY MIND HE DOESN'T GET KIDNAPPED lmao

After their work in protecting the house, the family went to bed. Well, except for Aaron, who watched Damon sleep just in case he died or anything.

The next morning, they woke up peacefully, to the sound of–

EXPLOOOSIIOOONNSSS!!!

Well, SHIT !!! Aaron, passed out from tiredness was still sleeping on the floor, though. “Aaron!! Wake the hell up, there's bombs!!” Damon shouted, repeatedly slapping Aaron's face. “Huh…?” Damon gave up and dragged his dad across the bedroom floor. “Hey, hey, I can walk, dude,” Aaron assured, slowly standing up.

A loud boom echoed throughout the house, alerting them even more. Although, it didn't seem like it came from an explosive, but rather, an impact. Their first thoughts were that NULL was using a battering ram on their front door.

The family assembled in the basement, equipped with weapons and protection. “So, what the hell's goin’ on now?” Gabriel asked. “Man, I thought you were gonna explain it or something.” Damon sighed as he looked at the others. “Dennis?” “I literally was friggin’ shaving when I heard the sounds?” he uselessly explained. “I was performing satanic rituals for the plants.” Lan confessed. “Okay, dad, but seriously, where are these guys?” Aaron grumbled, rubbing his forehead.

CRASH!

A hole formed in the stone basement ceiling as it came crashing down, sunlight shining into the area. A small woman whose grey hair covered her whole body to her knees swiftly emerged from the rubble, dusting herself off and hopping back outside.

“Who. Who was that.” Gabriel asked. “Do we have banshees here?” Lan added. “To my knowledge, the only ghosts related to Irish folklore in this house are the deer leg ladies and the lady who keeps using the washing machine to wash medieval armor.” Aaron explained. “Other than that, nada,”

The family halted their conversation as they heard the sound of multiple people screaming for their lives. “Okay, well, what's that?” Gabriel asked. “I– Dad, I don't even know where the rubble lady came from!” Aaron whined, the screaming still in the background.

ace: “die, bitches!”

“Yeah, pretty sure that's not NULL,” Lan pointed out. “Their agents get shot on sight after using foul language.” He revealed. “Really?” Damon asked, thinking about how bad of an agent he would be if he was recruited. “No, I just made that up.” Lan confessed, smirking. “Why…” Gabriel questioned, looking at him with a disappointed face. “Why not?”

nova: “OOH, A STUN GUN, OH NO!”

“HOWEVER WILL WE MAKE IT OUT ALIVE?!”

“HELP~!”

The four paused, noticing a third person in the fight. “Rude.” Damon commented at the girl's behavior.

sarah: “guys i accidentally fricked up the floor”

“do we have to pay insurance or whatever”

“also whats insurance”

ace: “it's a scam designed for you to die.”

Andre: “What Ace said. Also, pretty sure we don't have to do anything, since this place is a ghost town, anyways.”

jake: “mhm also theres probably horses or w/ever so watch out for that lol”

orc: “I SAW A PILE OF FROGS EARLIER”

j: “or that sometimes yknow”

The family peeked their heads out from inside, eavesdropping on the conversation.

o: “YEA BUT THE THING IS”

“I DONT KNOW HOW TO HOLD FROGS”

sar: “you have to like. gently carry those gentlemen around. palm at the side, fingers supporting their body and your thumb keeps them in place, orc, my friend,”

a: “ALSO SPRAY THE BITCHES!”

s: “yea spray them they like it it's fun n stuff”

andre: “Where. Where's the little froggies.”

j: “idk im scared”

a: “coward”

o: “ALSO SCARED OF FROGS”

“THEY ARE METAPHORICALLY CHILDREN”

s: “explain”

o: “SMALL AND CAN DIE EASILY ALSO WEIRDLY SLIMY AND SOFT”

andre: “Babies aren't slimy tho…”

o: “FLORIDA”

an: “oh ok”

“NULL doesn't usually talk about frogs.” Dennis pointed out. “They don't.” Damon agreed. “Also, they don't have members that tall. Or short.” Aaron commented. “Rebel gang?” Lan suggested. Gabriel squinted his eyes, staring at the group. “Last time I checked, undercover NULL agents, even if they exist, don't hide that kind of hair under their helmets. That kid next to the banshee there definitely does not have helmet hair, I mean, the volume and all…”

“hmm? i think those are peeeoopleeee” “guyss” The stylish hair kid pointed out. “cuz i dont think horses look like that!!!!!!!” they exclaimed, strutting towards the basement. “im scared” “help” “yall” “yall means all” they continued, facing their group. “Well, damn, Ace, if it's a horse, give it a carrot or something.” another voice said nonchalantly.

“meanie” “ill kill u” Ace threatened threateningly. “I CAN GO WITH YOU IF YOU WANT!!” A voice offered politely. “thanks nova!!!!!!! andre u can choke” Ace thanked, proceeding with Nova to the basement, the family anxiously awaiting them.

Ace had a normal, skinny, 5'7"-ish body, and they had a sharp jaw and small eyes. Their hair was brightly colored, with brown roots turning into an orange and then into a red, with yellow tips. They were wearing a gray vest above a loose black sleeveless shirt. Also jeans and shoes. Ace is not naked or something.

Nova, on the other hand, towered over Ace. She wore a trucker hat that pushed down her thick hair enough to cover her eyes, and it was tied into two big puffs. Her hair was dyed different shades of green in small spots, making it look like a small, bright shrub sitting on her head. She wore a denim jacket with lots of enamel pins stuck to it. Beneath that was a grey t-shirt, and below that were ripped jeans and UGG boots… somehow, in the amalgamated world.

“Hi! We're the Russell family!” Aaron welcomed, nearly giving them heart attacks by LOON∆ i should listem to that again. “What the fuck?!” Andre remarked, leading the rest into the basement. He was wearing a silky-looking black button-up shirt with a red tie with dress shoes, and his dreadlocks were neatly tied back. He certainly wore a fancy look for raiding NULL bases.

“Yeah, I'm Aaron, this is my dad Gabriel, my dad Lan, my husband Dennis, and my son, (no matter what,) Damon. We have 36 cats and countless ghosts here. Please proceed with caution, most of these babies are strictly indoors-only!”

The group stared at them in shock, unable to believe anything Aaron just said. “How… do you get… 36 cats…” Andre asked. “We used to have a pet shop. It fell down, though, so that's that.” Dennis answered casually. “like. how. like fell down into space” A blue-haired man asked, earning him Damon's full attention.

“Yeah, into space.” Gabriel said. “Just straight down.” Lan elaborated, “No stops or anything, just ZOOP!” “Yeah, that's why we moved into a haunted mansion.” Aaron added. “So, what group are you guys in?” he asked, making a head shoot up in surprise from one of them.

He had gelled blue hair parted in the middle, and his right eye seemed like it had something inserted in it. He wore a dark blue denim jacket with ripped off sleeves and very short, tight jorts. He also had black wristbands, indicating a past emo phase. Or one that's still ongoing, as made obvious by his combat boots.

“oh its kinda indie u guys. u guys probably dont know it :,(” The blue-haired man said sadly, pouting. “We're called the…” Andre began. “C'mon, Jakey, say it.” “no its dumb” he grumbled. “skullsmashers. it's because we smash people's skulls. metaphorically.” Ace explained, asking Jake for confirmation. “right, 8-ball?”

“we really dont......” Jakey/8-Ball said sadly. “Oh, you named us this, Jakey, honey,” Andre contested. “So why can't we smash people's skulls? Like, clearly, I can take the emotional trauma or whatever, as long as it's NULL, or hell, maybe even some dipshit, I can do that.” he added softly.

“Ah, pretty sure they're not NULL,” Lan said, smiling. “So, did you kill them all of them or what?” he asked as he raised his weapon, a mace he was somehow managing to hold with ease. Like. A mace with spikes. Ace nervously played with their hair, sporting a terrified face. “what!?” they exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. “We can definitely take care of them. How do you think this place is officially a ghost town?” Gabriel asked. “Setting up traps and making friends with the local ghosts go a long way, y'know,”

“There's fucking ghosts?!” Andre exclaimed, pulling out daggers from under his arms. “Yeah, but they're nice, so it's okay.” Damon explained with not a trace of fear in his eyes, making Andre slowly put the daggers back in. “Oh, by the way, if you guys see an arm there, could you get it for me?” he requested politely, “And honestly, I'd like to make a pun with lending hands, but I can't seem to put my finger on which one I'd make.” He added, raising his bandaged stump.

“Oh, Jake, don't–” Andre warned before Jake fainted instantly from seeing the bloody bandages on Damon's wound. “I'm sorry,” he apologized. The fainting had sent Aaron quickly went to the operating room, just now realising that he hasn't changed the bandages yet. “uh lemme go check if theres any” the small woman said, scuttling away. “Thanks,” Damon said before following Aaron.

Dennis, Lan, and Gabriel stood awkwardly in front of The Skullsmashers, not knowing what to do. “So, uh, whaddya do?” Dennis asked, folding his hands together. “gamign” Ace quickly responded. “Well, we each tend to go our own ways, but occasionally we team up to raid NULL bases and stuff.” Andre explained, ignoring Ace's statement. “What about you guys?”

“Ah, so I like gardening, and also do some baking from time to time, and Gabriel here used to be a traveling psychic, but now he tends to help me with errands and chores and sometimes we communicate with the ghosts here. Dennis and Aaron used to run a pet shop near here, but now Dennis does some farming, and Aaron spends his spare time caring for our pets.” Lan explained.

“And I do the groceries! And all the other stuff that involves going outside,” Damon intervened, coming back with an anxious, squeaky-clean Aaron. “Which is why my arm got cut off.” he revealed, sitting down on the wooden floor. “ok im back did i miss anything :'//” Jake asked, waking up from his faint earlier. “… we'll catch up later.” Andre replied.

“arm!!!” The banshee yelled out excitedly, waving a cooler back and forth. “Great! Just toss it down,” Aaron said happily, reaching his arms out. Seeing this, Damon ran to the operating room. “Last one's a rotten egg!” he shouted, snickering. “Well, while they work on that, do you guys maybe wanna come in and grab a snack?” Gabriel suggested politely, eager to learn more about the group. “yea sure!! thanks!!” said Jake, who was joyfully running to the front door.

A large figure stood patiently outside the door, belonging with the Skullsmashers. It seemed like a gentle giant, tapping its index fingers together. It was definitely from another world. It had greenish grey skin, and its head was blocky and looked like it was separate from his large jaw that had two moles on it. Its eyes were big and white, and above them were thick eyebrows. And it was wearing what seemed to be a large, furry, ruff reaching his knees that were covered by jorts. Its shoulders were completely covered with a large spiky red boulder on each one. The creature was ten feet tall, and was very strong.

At last, the large doors opened with a creak, the sunlight from outside shining brightly into the house. It was the first time in years that the front doors were opened, and it was for good; they had stayed in there for too long.

CHAPTER TWO

A PROPER INTRODUCTION

The family and the group were sitting in the dining hall, awaiting the arrival of Aaron and Damon. A shit ton of homemade potato chips were strewn across a long plate in the middle as the main course. Lan had prepared a variety of dipping sauces and some napkins. They sat in silence.

“I don't mean to be rude or anything, but how… are you guys still alive?” Andre asked cautiously, starting a conversation. Gabriel dipped a chip in cheese sauce, then thought of a simple answer: “We really just hide and plant stuff. Also, we were really lucky.”

Nova played around with a fork, debating whether these people were real or not. Yes, NULL couldn't possibly use their precious budget to make intricately designed haunted houses with personal touches and residents whose personalities were very unique, as well as their relationship with each other, but, hell, maybe they can.

NULL always had a way to worm themselves everywhere, down to the place she stayed in, the people she knows, and, well, really, everywhere. Even if this family was what they presented themselves as, NULL could do lots of things to not only dishevel Nova and the group she was in, as well as this family, they can manipulate both of them to destroy each other. After all, that's the kind of thing they do– get someone else to do their dirty work.

Nova made up her mind, opting to ask them directly. “I also really don't mean to be rude, but given the large amount of undercover NULL agents and all the different ways they come as, I just have to ask… and this is a very dumb, and useless question, but are you guys in any way… involved with NULL?”

Dennis smiled lightly, understanding that this group was in the same deliberation as they were. “To be honest, we were gonna ask you that too at some point, but I personally don't think NULL agents would look this…” “well, they wouldn't, like… have wrists this limp.”

The room was silent for a while, before erupting with laughter. “You– you fuckin’ thought we weren't NULL because–” Andre struggled, wheezing. “No NULL agent would dress like that, Andre,” Gabriel pointed out, snickering. “Yeah, you think those idiots can achieve this level of interior design?!” Lan added, gesturing wildly towards every piece of furniture in the hall.

“… But really, to answer your question there, yeah, we are technically involved with NULL,” Dennis said, completely changing the atmosphere of the room. “We're classified as Class-4 criminals for, um, giving some of their agents here some mild inconveniences.” he added in a serious tone. “And by mild inconveniences, I mean a few cases of attempted murders, robberies, hauntings, and other stuff like that.” The group sighed a breath of relief, knowing they were both on the same page.

“I have to say, 45 cases of attempted murder and two cases of successful murder does sort of count as a bit more than a mild inconvenience, though, Dennis,” Lan said jokingly. “Oh, and remember when someone planted poison ivy that somehow mysteriously completely wrapped around the whole base they had here, down to the basement?” he added, grinning. “Okay, well let's not compare our crimes here, dad,” Dennis teased. “Everybody knows mine was the best attack yet when I trapped them inside the base by encasing it with raw eggs! somehow” he added, cackling.

The two families had a great time together, laughing and talking about their experiences in the new lives they lived caused by the amalgamation. Meanwhile, Aaron was carefully reattaching an arm to an unconscious Damon. After some hard work, he succeeded, and did his best to celebrate in the operating room.

However, at this point, he became too tired to do so, considering the fact that he alone performed an entire surgery. Still, it was a miracle for both of them. He waited for Damon to wake up and see the finished product, but he ended up passing out while making a celebratory coffee.

The two slept well and endlessly. The rest of the family, however, were faced with a tough decision to make. Dennis, Gabriel, and Lan had the same question echo in their minds:

“Would you like to consider joining us, The Skullsmashers?”

It was a question Andre always asked to those who he saw potential in, no matter who– or whom, no idea. They could be two friends living in a dilapidated house with rats and mice, or three odd creatures in a grocery store, or even some nervous teenager who suddenly asked him to kill someone in the middle of his New Year's Eve party.

It's not that he simply sees something out of the ordinary happen and immediately hands out flyers, but it's that Andre has been gifted with an eye for this type of thing– take, for example, the situation at hand.

Andre raids a NULL base with his friends. The fight continues into the abandoned city the base was in. His friend lands into a basement of a house. Sarah, the friend, points out that there are people living in said house. Said people are clearly weird.

Resident asks for his arm back. Very weird. Still little to no potential, except maybe for interior design. Residents invite them for dinner. Residents have knives and shit.

Potential spotted. nah jk lemme do this again lol

[TAKE TWO]

Okay, okay. Andre doesn't just see people doing weird shit and immediately hires them, contract and all, but instead he observes them further.

If he sees someone hurling flaming batons into the sky, that person does have potential, yes, definitely, but what kind? This style of combat could definitely be a possibility in their attacks, given the practicality and the ostentatiousness of it.

However, it's an art one could hardly practice. The perils one could face are far too much for such a display. But, even though it's inconvenient, it's still very useful. If there was a good amount of accelerant on the baton, an enemy could not only receive a strong blow, but the added accelerant will most likely set them on fire too, rendering them not only useless in further combat (unless they're a very determined individual) but also a potential threat to anyone near them.

And the fact that a person is employed as the weapon is more convenient than, say, a large flaming baton-throwing machine, which would be difficult to program and to bring to an attack.

However, Andre also has to consider the person (itself? themselves? idk man) in an approach. Maybe they're NULL, or maybe even just someone who wants to throw flaming stuff into the air with no deeper meaning or intent. Maybe this person is unsuitable for combat; maybe this person is an enemy or a rival.

The approach is like a job interview– ask them about their experience in the field, if they have any other [good points?? is good points the word], if they're okay with joining the group– but sadly, he lives in a world where anything wildly good or wildly bad can happen, and it makes the whole process a whole lot more harder.

So, maybe these people inviting them over for a meal might give them a new addition or two. Or, sadly, remove some members.

Will the Russell family join The Skullsmashers? The decision has to be made any second now.

• end •