#sereies

[kindaasrikal]

Oh my God he does have cheekbones AND he has a devious smile im giggling

HES STILL GOT HIS STUPID HALF SMILE OMGGG

(Picture from @/user-without-a-cool-acronym)

[gffa]

I find Baylan Skoll incredibly intriguing, that he has the aesthetics of the Jedi, but that he's also right in that he left them a long time ago, that he talks about how when he got older he realized the scope of the rise and fall of everything, the Jedi, the Empire, and he seeks something beyond that, a power greater than all of it, and like that's the exact opposite of what the Jedi teach! He's seeking not just power, but one of the very things they were taught from childhood is part of life! One of the Jedi's most core philosophies is that life is transitory, things wax and wane, things come and go, and you can't control that. The way Baylan spoke of Order 66, watching everything he knew burn, felt like watching a trauma victim having turned down a very terrible path because they were so hurt by something that they gave up everything they knew to be true--and that's what this feels like to me, someone who was so consumed by the darkness that washed over him because of what he witnessed, the loss of his entire culture, his people, his support structure, the very Force that lives and breathes in his soul was poisoned by the Sith, of course that poison kept lapping at his soul, too, it struck at his mind every moment he felt the Force in those days, and so he turned away from the Jedi's teachings about how life is transitory and you do your best to protect people with your lightsaber, but if they die, you can't try to force your will onto it, where instead that's exactly what Baylan seems to want to do. He wants to force a new beginning because he's fallen into the dark and the dark hisses for control over things that aren't yours to control.

[heretherebedork]

Shao Peng turning his back so Zi Xiang couldn't keep talking to him and then hip checking him away? Absolute perfection.

[theewritingroomm]

The First Meeting - Pre War

Summary: meeting Cooper for the first time. Pairing: Cooper Howard x Reader (eventual) Word Count: 597 Warnings: none for this chapter, future chapter may have more warnings. A/N: This drabble series is going to feel like a slow burn, and it will likely not be posted in any specific order. However there will be a masterlist for this series. I do NOT consent to my work being translated or published onto third party sites - including AO3 and Wattpad. 

The Cowboy & The Movie Star

When you had gotten the role, you did not expect much to come out of it. The one thing you knew for certain was that your mom was proud. She was every time you got a role. And eventually, everybody in your hometown would know about it. On release day, her book club would become a watch party and they would drive to the nearest theater and watch it. Later in the evening you could expect a call where your mom would rave about the movie and your performance, Even if it was only thirty seconds. 

That is exactly what happened with your latest movie. Though the praise did not stop with just your mother this time. Multiple times a day your agent was calling to tell you about the latest interview opportunity or magazine article that wanted to feature you and discuss the movie. . 

Accepting those interviews had rocketed you to the status of America’s Sweetheart. Your place there was cemented by the nomination you received for best supporting actress. 

“Mom, I don’t know if I can do this.” You admitted into the space of the backseat, running your hands down the front of your dress. An attempt to calm the nerves taking over. 

Your mom placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, forcing you to turn towards her. Pride was visible on every feature of her face. 

“My sweet girl, you can do this. You are so strong and magnificent. And now the world is finally catching onto what I’ve known this whole time.” She fixes a strand of your hair as she continues. “So, when you do win and you become a world traveling movie star, don’t forget you momma.” 

A laugh breaks through the nerves as the car comes to a stop. 

The door is opened from the outside of the car and the flashes from dozens of cameras momentarily blinds you. The shouts of your name are nearly deafening as you step out of the car. 

An older gentleman ushers you and your mother down the red carpet. Instructing you on when to stop and where to begin looking. The ordeal was slightly disorientating; the lights, the voices, the people. It was too much and the nerves began to return as you shuffled down the carpet.. Slamming into your chest like a bus. 

Or perhaps that feeling was the man you had stumbled into. 

“I’m so, so sorry,” You rushed out, grabbing onto the man’s forearm for stability. 

Chancing a glance upwards, dread filling you as the remnants of your career in Hollywood flashed in your mind. 

Though instead of anger from the man above you, there was a flash of worry as he helped you right yourself. His brown eyes were soft as a hand landed on your hip. 

“Accidents happen,” he waved off, “Are you okay, darling?” 

The term of endearment, laced with his slow drawl slid down your spine like warm honey. Settling where his hand sat on your hip and spread warmth through you. 

Before you got the chance to respond, the voices of the paparazzi cut into your brain. 

“Cooper! Y/N! Look this way! Over here!” 

It seemed that, broke the man, Cooper, out of his own trance. His hand slipped from your waist, yours fell from his arm. Backing up a step you met his eyes again. 

“Thank you for catching me.” You spoke quickly, shuffling past him, you mother in tow. Sporting a new, cheshire cat grin. 

As the award show began, a newly familiar figure slid into the empty seat next to yours.

[geniousbh]

oi minha deusa, eu sua divina escrava e servente, agradeço por todas as suas divinas palavras que respondeu aos meus delírios ☺️☺️☺️ responde mais um aqui pra mim pleasepleaseplease. o lindo do pipe 😫 pedindo a lobinha em namoro (ou casamento🥴) num jogo do river que ele conseguiu arrastar ela

Imagina ele passa dias tentando convencer a orgulhosa da brasileira e quase morreu de apaixonadite aguda quando ela aceitou, ele faz tudo bonitinho, arrumadinho, mimo atrás de mimo, até conseguiu fzr ela colocar uma blusa do river, daí chegam lá bem bonitos e PAM eles aparecem no telão e ela só fica vendo eles cheia de vergonha toda sorridente 😀 sem perceber que tá escrito “quer namorar comigo?” Ele vai virar pra ela e apontar e o resto eu deixo contigo minha consagrada 😚😚😚😚😚😚😚💕💕💕💕💕💕

oooii bebêzitaa!! desculpa a demora, acabei deixando muito acumular nas asks, umas se perderam, outras já foram respondidas pelas demais dyvahs da plataforma, mas enfim estou aqui! 🥰🥰🥰

e seria bem assim mesmo, como membro honorário do fã clube do river, o felipe tem acesso a várias coisas legais, papo de participação na concentração, festas, jantares, enfim, um dondoco mesmo. e ai, depois de 4 anos de namoro, mais certo do que nunca de que você SERÁ a última mulher dele, mãe dos filhos e percursores do sobrenome otaño, ele desembolsa uma graninha e organiza junto da direção do time de te fazer o pedido. e é super brega, os jogares entram com as plaquinhas antes do jogo, e ai seguram discretamente e ao contrário do que você pensa - que é um jogo de classificação e tal - é só um amistoso, então nem se importa com a movimentação unusual ali no campo, fica sentadinha comendo a pipoquinha que ele te comprou.

de repente, é anunciado nos alto falantes "agora o hino da argen- opa, peraí, parece que alguém especial tem uma mensagem importante pra entregar...". e você leva alguns segundos pro seu cérebro computar, enfim levantando e olhando pro telão enorme que começa a rodar um video do seu namoradinho contando várias coisas, desde como tinha sido inesperado te conhecer, até todos os momentos importantes que passaram juntos - e várias fotinhos -, até que ele no vídeo aponta assim 👇🏻👇🏻 pra baixo, e na hora que seus olhos caem no gramado, os jogares enfileirados estão segurando as placas com os dizeres "quer casar comigo?".

sua carinha se transforma em espanto e surpresa no mesmo segundo, tampando a boca e sentindo um cutuquinho no ombro, se virando e vendo pipe se ajoelhar com a caixinha aveludada em mãos. "qué dices, mi amor?". e é como se no mundo todinho vocês fossem as duas únicas pessoas naquele momento, nem ligava pras pessoas gravando com flash e a comemoração da torcida inteira praticamente quando você o abraçava e assentia emocionadinha. deixando que ele colocasse o anel no seu dedo e enfim o beijando; transmitidos na telona de antes. vão sim ficar pra ver o resto do jogo, mas sabe aquela sensação aérea de que "isso é verdade ou tô sonhando?", ia ser o sentimento que prevalece (enquanto o sr gonzalez otaño mesmo não para de sorrir de ponta a ponta, ainda mais com o river ganhando😃).

mais tarde, vocês voltariam pro apartamento dele, e ele jura que nunca te viu tão sem jeito e acanhada. é como se literalmente fosse a primeira vez que ficam sozinhos, e em parte fazia sentido pensar assim... era a primeira noite de vocês como noivos juntos😖 então você fica mega coisadinha quando ele pede pra tomar banho contigo, porque sabe que agora vão comemorar o mais novo status de forma bem prática e carnal🤭

ouve felipe sussurrar teu nome seguido do sobrenome dele bem sôfrego, arrastando a boca pela lateral do seu rosto, "o quê vc acha, bebita? eu acho que fica ainda mais bonito em você...", suas costinhas arqueando contra o azulejo frio enquanto os braços fortes te seguram pelas coxas, levantadinha, deixando que ele metesse fundo, e a voz deste embalando seus pensamentos que oscilavam entre ele vai me partir no meio e "n-ão vejo a hora de ser uma otañ- nnhhm" revirando os olhos e gemendo manhosa quando ele acertava teu pontinho g seguidas vezes, com tuas unhas arranhando a nuquinha e as costas largas dele. "dale nena, pero ahora voy a follarte hasta que olvides tu propio nombre, sí?".

[bts-0t-7]

So What? | MYG | Chapter 2

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.1K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar

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Three days passed with the same and the schedule between the both of you remains the same. The black cat - you should really start to come out with a name for it - will only come out from the sofa when you feed it, never allowing you to pet it and only starting to eat when you turn away. But you started to get worried. Its fur was matted in blood and you were afraid that it had sustained severe injuries. You wanted to give it a bath to see how bad the injuries were but it was extremely on edge. 

You sighed. Your work shift starts in over an hour and you still need to travel down. You left your room and prepared a big bowl of food and water, placing it at the edge of the sofa. 

“I’m going to go work now, kitty. Don’t eat everything for lunch. Keep some for dinner. I’ll be back before midnight.” You waited to see or hear any response from it but, nothing. You didn’t know what to expect - honestly. 

Your keys clanged against each other as you opened the gate and wore your shoes. “Bye, kitty!” You called out one last time as you hastily locked the gates. 

08 33.

You were going to be so, so late. “Damn it.” You looked at your watch. “Never mind.”

You were going to be late, might as well be late. Right? You ran down the block and unlocked your car. Normally your car sits in the parking lot as you prefer the public transport. However, you can’t afford to be late today. There were important events held today and you need to supply them with the necessities before and during the events. 

You drove as fast as the speed limit allows and managed to reach the shop just in time - spare a minute. 

“Y/N! Good, you’re here.” Your boss exclaimed. “You put everything down first and help pack the cart.”

“With the boxes?” You pointed to the cardboard boxes that were strewn across the floor. He nodded. “Which ones?” You started opening every box to peek inside. “And this cart is for which event?”

Your boss helped you carry the correct boxes to wrap, saying, “This one is for the company event. I think it’s called Furman or something.”

You nodded. “I have no idea what that is.” The both of you burst out laughing. “Normal, eh?” 

The both of you worked together in sync and the things were wrapped, packed, and ready to go. 

“What time does the driver come?” You asked as you sat down on the nearest chair. It was only 10 00 and you were already tired. 

Your boss looked up from his phone and said, “In five minutes. Peng just texted and said he will be reaching soon.” You nodded, getting up from the seats. 

The whole day went by as usual - aching arms, spilling coffee and milk, carrying boxes, serving nasty customers, the list goes on. But today, you were more than happy to go home for a whole new reason. You packed up faster than usual and cleaned up like a speeding train, all to go home earlier to see your cat. 

Well, he wasn’t exactly your cat to say.

What the hell do I call him?

Bringing your bag out of the storage room, you turned to ask your boss, “What is a nice name for a male cat but not generic?” 

“That’s a rather random question?” He looked up from behind the cashier. 

“Come on, please? I wanna go home already.” You whined. “I just need some ideas.”

He scratched his chin. “Did you get a cat?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm… Maybe Cookies? Or you can try… What is its fur colour?”

“Erm, black?” Your reply was as if it was a question.

“Blackie? Stormy? Burnt?” He shrugged.

“Hmm, alright thanks.” You scurried out of the shop. “Gotta go, bye!”

You ran for the car park at the back of the building where the store was located and quickly got in. Turning on the engine, you thanked the gods that the roads were fairly empty today, allowing you to reach home earlier than usual. You parked in the multi-story car park where it is sheltered and decided to head over to the nearest supermarket to get some food. 

You headed over to the cat food section, picking out a bag of new kibbles and can food. Then, you gravitated over to the vegetables and meat, chicken, and beef. Maybe some seasoning and a tad bit too many crackers. 

You paid for the groceries and headed up to your block, struggling to grab your keys as you reached your level. You opened your door and ran to the kitchen, putting everything down before rushing back to close the gates. You turned on the lights and started to pack everything into their respective places on the shelves. 

Heading over to the bowls that you have left out for kitty, you spotted that there were only a few kibbles he didn’t finish. You tossed those out and gave them a good wash, placing them on the rack to dry overnight. 

You turned off the lights and cautiously headed to your room, hoping that all the noise you made had not yet woken the sleeping cat under your sofa. But when you stepped into your room, oh, you were so wrong. 

Kitty was indeed asleep but not under the sofa. It hissed at the sudden attack of light that you switched on, scurrying to your pillow’s snout first. 

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t know you were there. I thought you were sleeping under the sofa.” You dimmed the lights and headed to the closet, walking over to your bathroom from the connection point there. 

Yoongi could hear the water running down the shower room from where he was laying on your bed. He was just about to fall back asleep when you picked him up, making him hiss at the sudden contact. Trying to pry your hands away by lightly scratching you didn’t seem to phase you at all. 

Where are you taking me? PUT ME DOWN! I SAID, PUT ME D - 

“If you want to sleep in my bed, you are going to take a bath first.” You announced, bringing him to the bathtub which you have already filled up with water. 

NO, NO, NO. I DON’T WANT TO BATHE! I WANT TO SLEEP!

You slowly placed him down into the water and he hissed, not wanting to be washed. He sloshed around in the water, attempting to get out but your grip on him was too tight. 

“Come on, kitty. I’ll leave you alone later if you are willing to let me bathe you now.”

Fine. 

So Yoongi floated there, let you wash him up, blow dry his fur, coo over how soft his fur now is, and check his injuries. When he had gotten enough attention, he jumped off the countertop of the basin and trotted back to the pillows with a meow. Letting you close enough was already pushing his instincts, he wanted to rest now and that was exactly what he was going to do. 

Yoongi heard you sigh from the washroom and started to clean things up. He didn’t last too long with the warm pillows and your scent, lulling him into the darkness. 

A few more weeks went by and the schedule essentially stayed the same. Nothing really changed. 

Nothing really changed. 

Food schedules may not have changed but your cat sure did. Kitty, you decided to call it, started to be more comfortable with you after that day you bathed him. His injuries didn’t seem too bad, just a few scratches here and there but have mostly healed over the past few days. You realised that it was indeed a he and that his fur - oh, it was the softest thing you have ever touched. It was even nicer than the fluffy rugs you have lying on the floor of your house. 

Sometimes, you even wake up with him snuggled in between your arms. 

What a character this cat has.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly until a few days ago when you realised that your cat wasn’t eating as much as he used to. He ran fevers, occasionally spasming, and always whined for your attention every time you were near. Hell, you think that he probably vomited while you weren’t around too! You decided to take a leave today to see exactly what was wrong with your cat. 

So the moment that you woke up, you prepared to leave for the veterinarian. Your cat, however, did not seem at all fond of the idea. It mewled and clung onto your sofa when you tried to bring it out of the house. 

“Come on!” You struggled. “Come on, kitty, seriously! You have been sick for god knows how long and I’m not going to let you keep going like that!” You huffed. “Come…On! Let’s go already. The faster you finish, the faster we can come home.”

When you finally managed to get him out of the door, he meowed the whole way to the vet, almost ripping apart the towel that you had wrapped him in. You heaved a sigh of relief when you reached and got him into the clinic, heading right to the registration counter. 

“Hello, what are you here for?” 

“Erm, my cat has been having fevers and spasming recently. I would like to have him checked out.” You said, eyes darting around the place, seeing many different animals and feeling real… Out of place. You only fed the stray cats downstairs your blocks but never really had a pet by yourself. 

“Have you seen any doctors or come before?”

You shook your head. “No, we haven’t.”

The receptionist nodded. “How long has this been going on?”

You tried to think back to the earlier times when you started to suspect that your cat was sick. “Erm, about a few - maybe around four - days ago?”

“Alright.” The receptionist typed something into her computer and took out a ticket. “You can head over to the seat and wait for your queue number. It will show up on the screen when it is being called.”

You thanked her and went to take a seat. 

A3009, You read on the ticket. 

“That’s still a long way from ours, kitty. It’s only A286 right now. Hang in there.” You told him as he started to gag after a while. You ran your hands down his back in an attempt to calm him down. 

He started to shift around in your hold and you started to panic. “Erm,” You looked up, trying to ask for help just as he puked, vomit splattering off the floor and onto your shoes. People jumped back and pets got startled. The receptionists and nurses came out, trying to diffuse the commotion and clean the mess. 

You stood there trying to calm your cat down to no avail. “Gods, I’m so sorry -”

“It’s fine.” A nurse said. “I think this is more serious than you may have thought. Go to room five and knock. The doctor there will let you in. The receptionist has already informed her that you would be going first.”

You nodded and rushed to the room on as steady feet as possible, hoping that your quick movements would not trigger him again. 

ROOM 5: DR. PARK JI-HYUN

You knocked and went in, hastily greeting the doctor before explaining what was going on. “I really have no idea and I didn’t know how bad it was. I thought it would have gone away after a while.”

Dr Park conducted some tests and checked his lungs. As the results came back, the frown on his doctor’s brows was not making him feel any better. All the sources online stated that stray cats have a much stronger immune system to counter diseases than domestic cats do, so you decided to try for a few days. 

“I think it isn’t quite the problem of what your cat has eaten or what disease it has contracted.” Dr Park said. She scribbled something on the papers and moved to the screens, calling somebody to arrange for some sort of transportation. 

When she came back, she looked you dead in the eyes and frowned. Sighing, she said, “Goodness, how do I phrase this?” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Your cat isn’t a cat. It is a hybrid.” 

[stupidlovepurplepeace]

GRIAN BECAME A WATCHER???? WHHAHAATTTTTT

[yazandradebrito]

How do you do fellow kids mas Black Hat está atrasado por pelo menos umas 60 gerações pra brincadeira

[joculatrixster]

its so weird watching older joel videos bc he brings up the chicken thing so much and it leaves me so confused why horses r what hes Known For Hating now bc i dont remember when the switch up happened 😭

[screampied]

NO BC HEAR ME OUTT

pornstar!gojo and pornstar!geto who have an onlyfans together (they prob have collabs with reader)

i mean imagine they post a pic, each one of them cupping one of her breasts in their hand, pinching her nipples and licking stripes on each side of her neck

omfg like they'd even post themselves kissing while reader tries to take them both MKMPHFNSLQMS

WAIT A MINUTE 🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥 omg u guys w this only fans trope its converting meeeeorofkgk

they def would collab w the reader to get more views—especially if the reader is like one of the top rankings ?! THEYD BE SO SLUTTY. ur so right, omg i’m having thoughts 🙍‍♀️

[conderkyl]

WIP

[wellcomeoneileen]

this was a draft that i thought was like too obvious to post but @jacnaylor and @livethrushit have both posted this week on playfulness so it's top of mind -

my fave little personal head canon that i like to nurture is the idea of post-series Justin """Regressing""" in a positive way to some of his S1 antics.

In S1, Justin is playful, silly, tongue in check, in on the joke, fun loving and fun himself. That gets destroyed by the bashing and S2 is now shrouded in self-doubt for him - as a son, artist, friend, lover, and individual. One of the reasons that some of those early S2 Britin scenes shine SO well is partially due to Justin's return to a more carefree and fun-loving form, where both he and Brian can simply enjoy each other. He appears to be the most himself in those scenes.

Then in front-half S3 he's miserable and is employing self-defense via being Serious and a Grown-Up. The back-half of the season he once more seems more himself, and is playful once more. A more mature version of it than in S1, but we yet again are shown this is his truest and happiest self. S4 does the same things - PP arc he was miserable and he coped by being all Serious, and then the Rage movie was fun and he reacted like he was having fun with it. Finally, S5 Justin read to me like he was really going through it internally (i literally cope by pretending he is just having some off-screen demons), and he was crazy Serious the whole time.

So, I think having battled those demons in S5, and having the series long doubt of does Brian REALLY and TRULY love me totally resolved, and having a restored sense of purpose and direction, Justin would be able to have the mental and emotional space to be pretty fucking playful again. Like I think NYC Justin would clearly be more mature than S1 Justin (patient, self-assured, not as needy) but like silly once more, and playing on the "bit" for as long as Brian will let him. I don't envision him as ever going back to turtlenecks or long morose periods again (aside from the dramatic ones). The bashing served to force Justin to grow up, so he could never be that same innocently playful person again, but I do like to think of him joking around and being relatively footloose and fancy free in his fictional ever after!! It's who he is at his CORE it wasn't just his age!!!!

So yeah i know everyone already thinks Justin is playful and Britin worked well partially for that but I really ALSO believe that Justin would have been even MORE of a silly goose in NYC :) and I just wanted to share my dream Justin in his mid 20's :)

[heretherebedork]

Beloved baby boy Ever 9 continues to be the best baby ever and to be so, so loved that it literally changed his programming. Chu Yi Ping loves him so damn much that he changes him and himself.

[guaxinimraccoon]

Boa sorte na sua prova Guax!!

OBRIGADAA é próxima semana só mas agradecendo de antemão ❤️❤️

Tô super nervosa mas vai dar certo, manterei vcs atualizados!! 🥹

[veeva-i0i]

Shadowhunters has such weird differences from the books. For one, the story behind Valentine and the Circle was so much more interesting in the books. How he helped put people like Hodge and Luke, and how he betrayed the bond he and Luke had.

But the biggest shock to me was how they portrayed the institute. It wasn't supposed to be that modern with all the tech and shit, but more importantly, it wasn't supposed to be that densely populated. In the first book, it was literally just Hodge, Alec, Izzy, and Jace living there, because Robert, Maryse, and Max were in Idris. The teens were the only shadowhunters there who could actually leave, so they had to step up and go on the missions. Which left Hodge in the perfect position to canoodle against the Clave and help Valentine out. It was such a perfect setup for Hodge being on Valentine's side all along, and the show took that away.

[bts-0t-7]

So What? | MYG | Chapter 10

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

Chapter Warnings: Explicit language 

WC: 2.1K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @bontensbabygirl @codeinebelle @ldysmfrst

A/N: Bold is for flashback. Namjoon being Namjoon. Our smart lawyer. I would like to apologise for the next chapter. I promise that the book has a nice ending. PLEASE DON’T COME FOR ME -

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You knew what had to be done. 

You knew that there was no way possible that you could stop or alter this flow of events. Even if you pray to every single god in this universe and more, it will never change. Some things were meant to go forward. 

Hoseok and his team came back safely and the news of Robbinson’s capture is now plastered all over the news. Every reporter, news station, and radio station, was having a blast making money out of his capture. Hybrids that were associated with him and the facility are now slowly coming out. One by one, they gained the strength and courage to come forth and talk about their past trauma. 

Once, you thought you would have all the time in the world for the one you love. Now… Now you were no longer sure. Being a free hybrid allowed Yoongi to do many things. Many, many things. He no longer needed to be tied down to you just because he was saved by you. Now, he can save himself and many hybrids out there. As much as you hoped the day wouldn’t come, it did. 

There was no beating time. 

You brushed his hair and groomed his ears, making sure that his shirt and tie weren’t crumpled before you left the house. Yoongi had asked you to be at the hearing with him and as nervous as you were, you weren’t about to tell him no. You could never tell him no. 

Hoseok waited outside the door for the both of you. He drove the both of you to the courthouse, now waiting in front of many cameras and the tinted windows of his car, for the both of you to exit. You breathed in and took Yoongi’s hands. He was shaking as much as you were, perhaps even more. He was the one going up onto the stands today. He was nervous and had every right to be. 

You, on the other hand, didn’t. So you breathed out and put on a mask. “We’ll be okay Yoongi. You’ll be okay. You’ll get through this.” You rubbed his ears. “Be strong, you’re brave. I believe in you.” You gave him a soft smile, hoping that it was enough to calm his overdriven nervous system. 

And it did. Part of it. But it was enough for him to put on a brave face and step out. 

Cameras flashed and microphones were shoved in front of him, every reporter for themselves. Yoongi cowered back, hyper senses going into overdrive. The both of you knew this would happen - you had warned him this morning as the both of you were getting ready - that something like this would happen. But none of you were prepared for such a big onslaught. 

Gathering yourself, you grabbed Yoongi’s hand and pushed through the sea of reporters, quickly climbing up the steps as bodyguards started to surround.

“Please! Give us a statement! How do you feel going against him?”

“How well do you know Mr Robbinson?”

“How long were you in the facility? What happened to the rest of your batch?”

You pulled Yoongi into the designated waiting room, shutting the door immediately. Now, it was just the both of you in the room. You led Yoongi over to the couch, letting him scent you. Through the door, you could hear Hoseok’s muffled “We are not accepting any more questions! Please leave the premises or I will have you escorted out! This is a closed hearing!”.

For the safety and confidentiality of the hybrids, the court has called this a closed hearing, accepting no bullshit from the reporters and no leakages in the hearing to the public.

Yoongi’s breathing had calmed down, leaving him currently nuzzling your neck and purring. A knock sounded from the door before it pushed open, revealing Jimin, Jin, Namjoon, and Hoseok. The three of them entered the waiting room, closing the door behind them. 

“You okay?” Seokjin asked. 

You nodded. 

Hoseok took out his phone and silenced them. “Phones please.” Everybody gave him their phones. Yoongi’s collar hooked onto your hair you turned, taking your phone from your bag. As you turned back, it yanked your hair against its roots, causing you to wince. 

“Yoongi…” You sighed, giving his ears another rub. “Come on, we gotta go in.” Yoongi shook his head. 

“As standard procedure, I am here to tell you that this is a closed hearing and no recording is allowed. Intermissions will be on every three hours. The total hearing is three days and the verdict will be given on the third, four hours after the final hearing. The hearing for today will be approximately thirteen hours. We will be attending today and the verdict hearing. ” Namjoon started. “Some rules of the courtroom - no foul language, no physical assault, do not act on your impulse and speak when you are not spoken to, and stand when the judge arrives. You are allowed to take notes using authorised devices and materials.” He looked up. “Except for Yoongi-ssi, myself, and with certain aspects of situations Jimin-ssi and Y/N-ssi, the rest of you are not allowed to address the court.” 

Namjoon placed a folder in front of each of you. “This is a court hearing NDA*1. Read through it and if you do not have any problem with it, please sign on the lines.”  

You picked up the pen and signed it. You have already read through this one as Namjoon was talking. To him, this is a Pro Bono*2 case, taken up from his assault on you. Namjoon crashed into your house when he heard what was happening. At that point in time, you were still in distress and had yet to process the information given to you. The hearing date was looming closer and you were having trouble finding a suitable lawyer for Yoongi. 

That’s where Hoseok decided to stick his nose in your business. He knew you would be crumbling if you paid the amount that he overhead on a phone call. By no means were you poor, but you were not rich to that extent. Lawyers are paid by hours and for such a large case, you couldn’t handle lawyers specifically for hybrids. 

So Hoseok went to Namjoon, telling him about your current - well, then - problem. Namjoon came over, giving you an earful with a promise that he would help out. Pitching the case to his firm, he managed to get a hold of a lease and perform the case. That is where it landed all of you today. Sitting in the courtroom, at the very left side, two rows away from both of them. 

Hoseok was standing guard at the stands beside Yoongi and Namjoon while the rest of your friends and family sat beside you. Seokjin held your hand, softly caressing it. “It’s gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay.” By now, that was your mantra. 

It’s gonna be okay.

But sometimes, mantras aren’t enough to keep you grounded. The judge had asked you to go over to the witness stands and testify about the evidence that had been given by Namjoon. 

You were trembling like a damn leaf that you swore you could’ve collapsed any moment then. But by some sort of miracle, you hadn’t. Yet. “When I first found Yoongi, I hadn’t known he was a hybrid. It was only when his withdrawal symptoms got worse and I brought him to see a doctor did I realise what he was.”

“And after that?”

“After that, the doctors and Hosoek-ssi informed me of the dangers of adopting Yoongii. However, I decided to go ahead with it.”

“Any forms of aggression from Yoongi-ssi, Y/N-ssi?”

You shook your head. “No. I fell ill in the first few weeks after I officially adopted him as a hybrid and even then he was patient with me. The next month or so, he did not show any signs of aggression either.”

The judge nodded. “Earlier you stated that you went on with the act of adopting Yoongi-ssi even after knowing of the dangers he holds and the possibility of getting you into much trouble like the one as of today. Might I question, why?”

“Sir, that is a personal question that -”

“Sit down, Lawyer Kim. You are not spoken to.”

The judge turned his attention back to you, brows raising in question. 

You gulped. The answer you have known for a few days now but have yet to approach Yoongi. You knew that there was always - that there has always been something more than just an owner and hybrid relationship between the both of you. You had asked Jimin about it when he came over to grab some leftover pastries for him and Ji-Hyun. 

“Hmm… Hybrids have such a thing called mates. It is similar to what humans like to call soulmates. But for hybrids, due to our genetic hypersensitivity, we feel more. As such, when mates are marked, we are able to feel our mates.”

“Feel what?” You had questioned.

Jimin shrugged. “Everything. Everything is heightened. We are hyper-aware of what our mates feel. Human counterparts don't get anything, of course.” He smirked. “But hybrids feel a lot more.”

You tapped the counter. “What if you aren’t marked?”

The question had thrown him off guard as he placed the box of pastries and tongs on the table and turned to you. “For what reason… Are you asking for?” He eyed you suspiciously. 

You shrugged. “Just curious.”

“I can sense that this is beyond curiosity but I shall leave it as that for now. Whatever you’re scheming, faster finish it. I don’t want to be helping you aim for something that would hurt.” Jimin stated. 

“I swear, please just answer that. It’s the last question.”

Jimin sighed, giving in. “Once the mate bond clicks into place, everything is already heightened. The hybrid-”

“How do you know it clicks into place?”

Jimin gave you the stink eye. “I thought you said that was the last question!”

“I’m sorry!” You raised your hands in surrender. 

“The hybrid,” he emphasis on the word. “Knows. It is genetically impossible for the human counterpart to know. You do not possess what we possess.” He gave a look that shuts you up from asking any more questions. “As I was saying earlier, it is possible even when the human counterpart is not marked nor mated. As long as there is a connection and the hybrid acknowledges that you are its mate, it will start to show off acts of mateship.”

“Which is…?” 

“I shouldn’t have come!” Jimin groaned. “Which is extreme scenting, nesting, increased clinginess, and more. It depends from hybrid to hybrid. The list is non-exhaustable.” Jimin took up the tongs from the table and stuck them inside the cake fridge, taking out more doughnuts. “Now leave me be! I want to go home with a full box of doughnuts!”

Now, you stand at the witness stand, looking over to Yoongi, catching him already looking at you. He gave you a small smile. At least one of you is composed. You were struggling to tell the judge the actual reason. You knew and you were certain that Yoongi had accepted it quite some time ago. The reason why he did not tell you is beyond your comprehension. 

“Ah… I felt a connection to him.” You blurted out. 

Before the judge can say anything, the opposing lawyer suddenly shoots, “So if I got this right, you decided to keep a potentially harmful hybrid in your house, under your name, because you somehow felt a connection to him and wanted to see how it goes?”

You were in shock. You did not expect such an explicit question. 

“Y/N, you do not need to answer that.” Thank god you had Namjoon.

“It is a relevant question! She poses a threat due to the acquaintance of Min Yoongi and if not properly-” The lawyer turned to the judge as he got out of his seat, walking in your direction, “Sir, permission to question Y/N-ssi for her acquaintance with Min Yoongi and his work.”

“Overruled.” The judge stated. “Return to your seat, SeongHo-ssi.”

“Sir-”

“Return to your seat.” The judge turned to you. “Thank you, Y/N-ssi. That is all the questions I have for you now. You may return to your seat.”

You got down from the stand and bowed to the judge, walking back to your seat on shaky legs. This is going to be tougher than you thought and you hoped Yoongi would be alright. You landed on Seokjin, breathing heavily, dizzy from all the adrenaline running through you. You weren’t quite sure how you were going to last three days. 

Notes: *1 NDA refers to a non-disclosure agreement.  *2 Pro Bono refers to a case taken voluntarily by a lawyer.