#supernatural hoop earrings

[arcanespillo]

if you believe dean would have piercings and or tattoos you're wrong because it would totally be sam. sam would go get them just to piss off john on purpose and that is a thing dean.would.not.do

[spookyserenades]

Trouvaille - Chapter Thirteen

Pairing(s); BTS OT7 x Reader

Genre/Themes; Hybrid!AU, themes of the supernatural and the occult, religious themes, violence, hurt/comfort, horror, romance

Rated; 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Word Count; 16.9k

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Hi loves! A little late on this New Year update, but I' m happy to be able to share Chapter Thirteen with you all! This is a fluffy, sweet update, with a side of angst and a little spiciness I hope you all had lovely holidays, and have the best 2024. As always, I love to hear what you all think of these updates, and again, thank you for your patience with this update. Lots of love from Dana! 💕

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Steadying her breaths, Y/N slid the skirt fabric of her cranberry-colored velvet dress between her fingertips, shuddering involuntarily as another family came through the front door of the rec center, bringing an icy blast of outside air into the lobby. In her other hand, she had some sort of wintery champagne cocktail, a sprig of rosemary tickling the tip of her nose every time she took a sip from the fluted glass. Compared to Taehyung’s previous photography expo, there were twice as many people. It was during the inky evening, and everyone was dressed up in their holiday finery– jazzy Christmas music filling the festive space. Currently, she was standing by herself towards the back of the room, breaking away from Taehyung to get a fresh drink, and to collect her thoughts. 

As if on cue, a shiver rolled down her spine delicately, her eyes catching sync with a pair of narrowed, sharp, golden-green eyes from across the joyfully decorated room, all of the breath being forcibly withdrawn from her lungs. Everything around her turned to a blur; her cheeks had flames licking at the flesh, and her heart swelled three times its size behind her ribcage. Ever-so-subtly, Yoongi lifted his champagne flute a few centimeters into the air in acknowledgement, sending a smirk and a wink her way. 

Y/N felt the flush in her cheeks heat up the back of her neck, too, cutting the chill that was periodically blowing into the room. She nervously cast a wide-sweeping glance around the room, paranoid that someone had caught the brief, but charged interaction– but amongst the sea of dozens of hybrids and their families, she couldn’t spot any of her other six boys. Which was odd, no doubt, considering their clinginess or the fact that at least one of them was always hanging out around the minibar.

She visually located the leopard hybrid once again, his focus still on her with great amusement all over his delicate face, and Y/N allowed herself to fully take in her love’s appearance leisurely, now that she was sure she wasn’t being carefully watched by one of the others. 

Apart from his sparkling, sharp feline eyes, his hair was tucked behind his ears meticulously in feathered pitch-dark, shoulder length waves, showing off several shiny silver hoops threaded through his earlobes. His spotted ears, of course, perked up and alert as if trying to listen for her shallow breaths from where he leaned against the wall by the bathrooms, his elegant figure on display in the black satin button down he was in. Dragging her eyes down his body slowly, meaningfully, she subconsciously bit down on her lip as she soaked in the way his dress pants hugged his slim legs, the way one of his strong, talented hands was tucked into a pocket, before her once-over returned back to Yoongi’s stunning face, fixated on the fullness of his mouth. 

At once, she remembered the way his lips felt against her own. First sweet, ripe with fulfillment– then turning feverish, desperate, wanting. Instinctively, perhaps, Yoongi’s tongue flicked out to moisten the flesh of his lower lip, Y/N recalling how it felt to have it gliding against her own, and before she could get too lost in that memory, she promptly snapped out of it and shot Yoongi a stubborn scowl. He was teasing her on purpose, she knew it.

Turning on the heel of her black pumps, Y/N tried her best to rein in her lewd thoughts by stuffing a Christmas cookie into her mouth, nearly choking on the dryness of it. It was probably high time for her to go and find Taehyung again, anyways, and with her and Yoongi’s relationship status both still murky and very much a secret, she didn’t want to risk getting too close to the leopard hybrid that night. Not when she felt like pushing him into the nearest supply closet to kiss the wind out of him. 

“Darling, pass me one of those gingerbread dudes, will you?” Y/N flinched in total shock when she felt a clever palm slide across her upper back and settle on one of her shoulder blades, the clean, outdoorsy scent of Hoseok filling her senses and making her stiffen awkwardly. 

Wordlessly, Y/N plucked a cookie off of the platter, peering upwards and sideways as she offered it to her fox hybrid as normally as she could. As if she wasn’t just thinking about Yoongi’s tongue down her throat. 

Hoseok’s brilliant cocoa eyes were glittering mischievously, all of the multicolored lights decked around the room making his wavy mahogany hair seem more auburn than ever. He, like Yoongi, was dressed smartly, a stark difference to his typical athleisure. A simple white button down, an even simpler sporty charcoal blazer, and matching dress pants. Hoseok did have some funky, embellished loafers on, however, true to his tendencies to pick out flashy or colorful statement pieces for his wardrobe. He looked amazing– sexy, dangerously so. 

“You see Tae-tae’s pictures yet?” Hoseok asked over a bite of cookie, leaning his hip against the minibar and glancing around the room. ‘Tae-tae’ was a sort of condescending nickname Hoseok had begun to use in reference to the Kodiak hybrid, but Y/N secretly found it kind of cute. 

“No, I haven’t. He said he wanted to make sure they put up the right frames and set it up the way he wanted it before he showed me,” Y/N reached up to adjust the slightly-askew collar of Hoseok’s dress shirt, her icy fingertips brushing over the golden skin of the base of his throat, the fox hybrid shivering almost imperceptibly at the contact. 

Still, with her focus on Hoseok, she could feel Yoongi’s eyes lingering on her burning holes into the back of her head. And as if Hoseok could read her mind, he cleared his throat, Y/N focusing back on the pools of caramel swirling around in the fox hybrid’s irises; inquisitive, intelligent, and kind. 

“So, how are things? You know, with… Yoongi?” Hoseok purposefully whispered the leopard hybrid’s name, though Y/N had no doubt that even then, Yoongi was likely completely dialed into what her and Hoseok were talking about it. Y/N winced, remembering the brief text conversation she had with Hoseok nearly a week ago. 

On her nightstand, where she had left it, her phone chimed, making her flinch and swear. Blindly reaching for it, still a little hazy from the scenting and makeout session, she unlocked her phone, only to feel dread wash over her as she read the text that she received.

Hoseok 🦊: What the hell is going on with you and Yoongi? 

Y/N: um, what do you mean?

Heart racing, Y/N felt nausea welling up in her gut as she watched three little dots appear on her screen, Hoseok speedily crafting a response. Everything that happened between her and Yoongi was in the music room, which was professionally soundproofed, but there was an off-chance that Hoseok might have caught them in the hall in front of her bedroom moments ago– and if that was the case, they would be screwed. 

Hoseok 🦊: Idk, things seem weird between you guys. Tense

Hoseok 🦊: Did you have a fight or something???

Y/N let out a breath that could blow down a house. So, Hoseok hadn’t caught her and Yoongi red-handed before they could figure out how to explain their… changed relationship dynamic. Once again, she had raced to conclusions. Y/N had been an idiot not to realize that the other hybrids definitely picked up on the odd distance her and Yoongi were suspended in. 

Y/N: Yeah, I guess we had a few disagreements recently. I talked to him tonight though, we’ve patched everything up

Hoseok 🦊: Oh, good! I don’t like seeing you so sad 🥺

Hoseok 🦊: and Yoongi’s cooking has been bland or bitter lately. Even the coffee sucks

Y/N: you could always do the cooking you know, honey

Y/N: thank you for worrying about me Hoseok 🦊💕

Y/N bit her still kiss-swollen lower lip thinking about her fox hybrid, probably cozy in his bed in the basement, the space heater no doubt blasting, sleepily texting her to make sure she was okay after her piano lesson with Yoongi. Contrary to Hoseok’s teasing nature, he was always looking out for Y/N in his own way. It made her feel warm all over, as she reached for her nightstand to switch off her lamp, when her phone chimed again– this time, a message from a different sender. 

Yoongi 👼🏻: sleep well.

Y/N: love you, angel 

Yoongi 👼🏻: I love you too, my silly girl

“Earth to Y/N,” Hoseok chuckled, squeezing the meat of one of her cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, Y/N realizing that she had been staring at the fox hybrid’s neck absently while she got lost in her thoughts. “Where did you just go?”

Using a gentle tap on his wrist to bat Hoseok’s hand away from her heated cheeks, she snapped back to the present, cocking her head and resuming her task of fixing the collar of his shirt. 

“I’m right here, honey,” Y/N murmured, trying to figure out how to either dodge his earlier question or figure out how to dance around the truth. “Everything’s fine now. Haven’t you noticed he hasn’t burnt the coffee lately?”

Hoseok snorted, hands shooting out to wiggle his fingers against her ribcage, tickling her sides and making her giggle in response. Concern dissolved from Hoseok’s eyes at the sound, one of his russet ears flickering playfully, relenting on his tickling attack by hooking one of his elbows around Y/N’s. 

“Let’s look around. I think Jinnie misses you,” Hoseok changed the subject, dropping his serious demeanor and going right back to his default cheeriness with that whistle tone of his. 

“Oh really? You didn’t miss me at all, just Seokjinnie?” Y/N teased, feeling Hoseok’s full tail brush the back of her thighs through her tights. “Here I was, missing you, and you just came to ferry me over to someone else!”

Again, Hoseok snorted, though Y/N could swear a peachy blush bloomed across his cheekbones. 

“You know, darling, you’re getting better and better at flirting these days. Maybe you’ll be on my level in a few months,” Hoseok quipped, making Y/N use their hooked elbows to nudge his side in embarrassment. 

“Who said I was flirting?” Y/N mumbled, under her breath and to no one in particular. 

Hoseok whistled again, towing her along as they weaved through the crowd of hybrids and their families. Amongst the sea of bodies in the room, the only other hybrid of hers that Y/N could spot was Jeongguk, who’s antlers were visible towards the front door of the rec center. Y/N suspected he was attempting to sneak out for a smoke. 

Hoseok dragged her to a corner of the room, near another table full of Christmas cookies and cocktails, where Seokjin and Jimin were lingering with little cups of alcoholic eggnog. Both of them, of course, looked impossibly handsome, their ears immediately perking up as they no doubt caught Y/N’s scent. 

Seokjin turned first, dressed in a navy suit Y/N helped him pick out to compliment his fiery eyes, a few buttons of his cream-colored oxford shirt undone at the top to accommodate the wideness of his chest. Y/N discovered that finding shirts that fit the jaguar hybrid’s frame was rather challenging– one size would be too baggy for his trim waist, and another not quite large enough for his broad shoulders. Despite that, however, he always managed to look absolutely perfect. 

Seokjin was grinning, his cheeks rosy from the eggnog, his eyes dragging up and down Y/N’s form in a way that had her squirming under his scrutiny. It was all she could do earlier to talk him off a ledge when she came out of her room in a dress, and not swaddled up in ski wear. Now, with alcohol flooding through him… his gaze was a bit more heated as opposed to disapproving. 

Jimin, on the other hand, was mid-sip of his drink, nodding in acknowledgement as her and Hoseok appeared in front of him, looking sharp in a classic black suit and brand-new shiny loafers. The coyote hybrid even broke out some of the jewelry he had brought with him from Montana; silver bracelets and hoop earrings, the holiday lights glinting off of them. Seeing Jimin so dressed up had her feeling dizzy, as his usual uniform was rugged blue jeans and well-worn tee shirts so he could comfortably take care of the animals in the stable. As if he could read her mind, Jimin winked at her, setting his empty glass down on the table with a wry smirk. 

“Uh, has anyone seen Tae in the last fifteen minutes? I still haven’t seen his photos, he disappeared on me,” Y/N cleared her throat, overwhelmed by the three incredibly handsome, incredibly well-dressed hybrids surrounding her like a pack of wolves. 

Seokjin shook his head with a pout, probably thinking that he had somehow disappointed her by not having information, and Hoseok had busied himself by stacking more cookies onto his cocktail napkin. Really, the only one who actually warmed up to Taehyung was Yoongi, and Y/N wasn’t about to seek out the leopard hybrid when fantasies of him were still running rampant in her mind. 

“I just saw him a moment ago, talking to the club leader. He had a big frame under his arm, I think he was likely swapping it out for another,” Jimin lifted his nose in the air and took a delicate inhale, Y/N wondering if he was trying to locate Taehyung by scent. 

“Tae-tae will come out of the woodwork when he’s ready. I wouldn’t dare try and find him before he’s ready, remember the time you walked by him editing photos on your laptop? I thought he was going to have a stroke, ‘they’re not done yet!’,” Hoseok mimicked Taehyung’s deep voice, a playful look on his face as Y/N rolled her eyes. 

“Even if you’re being an ass about it, you’re right,” Y/N admitted, glancing around the room once more to try and see if she could spot Namjoon or Jeongguk. “Looks like Joonie’s hiding from me too.”

“No he’s not. He’s just in the bathroom,” Hoseok took Y/N’s empty champagne from her, replacing it with a new one. Ever since Halloween, Hoseok had made quite impressive progress in being able to hang around Namjoon without flinching or blanching. “The elk is the one you have to worry about. He might hotwire your car to get out of here, he’s been adjusting his suit all night like it’s giving him a rash.”

“He doesn’t even know how to drive, Hoseok,” Y/N grumbled, though the thought had crossed her mind. “You’re gonna get a stomach ache if you eat all those cookies, by the way.”

“I’m just making sure I eat enough calories for my meet!” Hoseok exclaimed, green-and-red sprinkles stuck to the corners of his mouth as his eyes went wide. 

“Your next meet is in four days,” Seokjin pointed out helpfully, Hoseok nearly choking on his bite of frosted sugar cookie. “You don’t need to be carb-loading now.”

“Jinnie, at least you know my schedule,” Hoseok clapped a hand over Seokjin’s back, making the jaguar hybrid nearly spill his eggnog all over the front of Y/N’s dress, causing him to hiss sharply. 

“Quit doing that! I almost ruined her pretty dress,” Seokjin yanked on one of Hoseok’s triangular ears, a yelp coming from Hoseok pitifully. Y/N, however, was too busy bashfully staring down at her dress that Seokjin apparently thought was pretty. 

“You two better cut it out, or we’re going to get thrown out,” Jimin rolled his eyes, pushing honey hair off of his face with disdain. If there was one thing the coyote hybrid couldn’t stand, it was the others drawing unnecessary attention to themselves. 

 Snapping out of her daze, she herded the three hybrids away from the refreshments table and the cocked eyebrows of several onlookers, one hand on Jimin’s back and the other around Seokjin’s bicep, mindful of the drinks in their hands. 

“So, when do you think we can get out of here? I miss my sweats,” Hoseok leaned against a cinderblock wall, eyes narrowed on photographs on display across from him; a collection of landscape photos by a young calico hybrid girl, who was proudly showing her work to her family. 

“That’s up to Tae. We’re staying as long as he wants,” Y/N again tried to find Taehyung in the busy room, and finally spotted him over in the corner where his work was in his last expo.

He appeared pensive, hands tucked into the pockets of his emerald green velvet suit jacket, eyebrows pulled together as he bent low to stare at one of his pictures. Instead of catching him off guard and peeking at his pictures before they were ready, Y/N fished her phone she had tucked away in Seokjin’s suit pocket for safekeeping, smiling softly at the startled purr he responded with. 

Y/N: I’m sure they look beautiful, can we see them now?

Taehyung paused, probably feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, lowering his eyes from the framed pictures on the wall to check his phone. A whisper of a secret grin formed on his lips, his wild dark curls covering the upper part of his face as he began to type out a response.

Tae 🐻: Okay, they’re ready. They put everything in the wrong order and frames, that’s why it took so long for me to fix

Y/N: Heading over to you now, can’t wait!

“Thanks for holding onto this for me, honey,” Y/N handed her phone back to Seokjin, who promptly tucked it back into his suit pocket, shaking his head as if to say ‘don’t mention it’. “Tae said he’s ready, should we check out his pictures?”

Hoseok began muttering, still not entirely warm and fuzzy towards the Kodiak hybrid, but followed her, Seokjin, and Jimin to Taehyung awaiting them. Along the way, she was able to snag Jeongguk by his shirt cuff– he had managed to ditch his sport jacket and was just in his black button down. 

“What, did you go to the car and leave your jacket in there when you went out to smoke? Won’t you be cold later?” Y/N scolded, tugging on his cuff with a reproachful look. Jeongguk simply scoffed, but allowed her to drag him across the room. 

“You keep forgetting we run hotter than you do,” Jeongguk responded, using his free hand to flick her forehead softly, something he seemed to really enjoy doing lately. 

She knew she didn’t have to call out for Namjoon or Yoongi. The former would appear when he wanted, considering he and Taehyung were still not the friendliest to each other, and Yoongi would always show up when she thought of him– as if they had some sort of telepathy that connected them. For all Y/N knew, perhaps they did, stranger things had happened in her life. 

Thinking of the devil, her leopard hybrid slunk from the shadows, meeting her and the others by the window where Taehyung was waiting. Yoongi offered her a private side-eye, taking his time giving her a once-over. While the others weren’t looking, she mouthed ‘stop that’ to him, before promptly tearing her attention from him in order to put it all on Taehyung. Breaking free from Seokjin and Hoseok, Y/N approached Taehyung with an excited expression, already reaching out to hook one of her arms around his waist. 

“Mm, you look nice in this color, Tae,” Y/N murmured lowly, using her fingertips to brush along the soft velvet of his suit jacket. Indeed, the dark green brought out the deep red in his eyes, and complimented the honeyed shade of his skin. 

Taehyung leaned into her embrace, chuckling softly at her compliment. Y/N was too preoccupied soaking in every microexpression and how beautiful he looked to immediately take a look at his pictures on the wall, enjoying the scent of sandalwood mingling with fruity champagne that was coming off of Taehyung so temptingly. 

“We don’t have to stay for much longer, I know Foxy wants to leave…” Taehyung said, in his signature whispery voice; a private moment between the two of them. 

“We leave whenever you’re ready, Tae! Don’t listen to Hoseok, he just likes to whine,” Y/N frowned, pinching Tae’s side for emphasis. Behind her and to the left a little ways away, she heard Hoseok squawking in disbelief. “Okay, I’m dying to know what your photos look like!”

Clearing his throat, Taehyung took a step forward, Y/N slightly stumbling along as her arm was still linked around his waist. It was then when she could get a long-awaited look at Taehyung’s work, which was lit up with twinkling Christmas lights draped around the partition wall the frames were fastened to. 

Y/N didn’t know what to focus on first. Compared to his previous expos, where there were only about four to six images on display, there were eight rather large prints on the wall this time, all arranged in a circle around a ninth photograph, the largest of all. Taking a breath, Y/N released her hold on Taehyung to edge a step nearer. 

The photo in the center was one of their house, taken recently at night, by the looks of it. Leaves of the willow trees were stripped bare, and the grass in front of the porch frosty and crystallized. Though the picture of the house was in black and white, it was still apparent that most of the lights in the house were on– Y/N could see Yoongi’s and Jimin’s bedroom lamps on, and the chandelier in the foyer was visible. Even the Christmas lights and garland wrapped around the porch and pillars could be detected, and the home looked merry and festive, full of life. It reminded her, compared to how it looked through Taehyung’s lens, of how she had longed the house to be so lived-in only days before she actually adopted any of the hybrids. 

It seemed that Taehyung really loved their home. He always managed to sneak a picture of it into his presentation at the expo, and each time it made her chest squeeze with an emotion she could not match to the sensation. Blindly, she extended her hand backwards, searching for Taehyung, and his broad palm immediately slipped into her grasp. 

The other pictures were all portraits of himself, the other six hybrids, and Y/N, and each portrait was in a horizontal frame– a black and white outtake of each of them when Taehyung took their ID photos, and a colored candid directly next to it. At the top of the circle around the house was Y/N’s set of pictures; the ID outtake of her looking sheepish, hand over her chest as Hoseok’s hand in the frame was pulling a flyaway hair out of her berry lip gloss. The colored one, in juxtaposition, was Y/N slightly slumped over her morning cup of coffee, dressed in her Stevie Nicks-type clothing before she headed off to work, completely unaware that Taehyung was snapping pictures of her. 

Y/N had grown used to Taehyung taking pictures of her by now, so she wasn’t totally surprised that she was part of his expo. That said, she still couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed that she was on display, and that all of her hybrids were completely ignoring their own portraits to point and exclaim at Y/N’s. Taehyung squeezed her hand gently, and Y/N pretended she didn’t care what the others were saying about her portrait, and instead studied the others. 

Y/N had already seen the ID outtakes of the other hybrids, as she had helped Taehyung pick the best ones out to send in for the physical copies of the IDs, but she delighted in seeing them again, and was even more fascinated by the candids she hadn’t seen before. Jimin’s candid was him in the backyard, riding Vista around the exercise pen at sunset with a carefree expression, the colors of gold and orange warming her up from the inside out. Below him was Hoseok, grinning wryly at someone off-camera after an afternoon run, a sweat towel around his neck and a water bottle clutched in his hand– Y/N could practically hear the picture. Next was Jeongguk, though the picture taken of him was from behind, and apparently by Taehyung positioned at the threshold of Jeongguk’s bedroom door. Only a hint of Jeongguk’s side profile was visible, a cigarette poised between his lips as he leaned over his balcony, eyelashes almost brushing his cheek as he read from his journal. 

“Little voyeuristic of you to stand in my room taking pictures of me, don’t you think, bear?” Jeongguk lifted a pierced brow, scrunching up his nose in an accusatory manner. 

“It’s not like you didn’t hear or smell me standing there. You could have told me to fuck off,” Taehyung responded blandly, Y/N extremely surprised that he used such language in a public setting. Jeongguk, too, seemed somewhat impressed that Taehyung challenged him back. 

At the bottom of the circle were Taehyung’s self-portraits. Instead of taking a picture of himself in the mirror like he had for his very first expo, his “candid” was one of Taehyung laying on his side in the music room on the floor, headphones on, listening to his record collection. From the angle that the photo was taken, Y/N figured he had placed his camera on top of the turntable. It was a lovely picture of him, the soft mid-morning light filtering in from the windows and striking one of his eyes just so that the viewer of the image could pick up on the carmine hue of his irises. 

“These are really gorgeous, Tae,” Y/N felt her throat grow thick, emotions beginning to overwhelm her as she examined picture after picture of her boys. “How did you come up with this idea?”

Y/N waited for Taehyung’s response while she moved onto Yoongi’s pictures, her heart skipping a beat or two. Pressing a hand to her mouth to contain her grin, she realized that in Yoongi’s candid– which was of him putting away groceries in the pantry– half of her body was in the frame, handing Yoongi boxes of sugary cereal Namjoon favored. Yoongi looked soft, in loungewear that he typically donned to the grocery store. 

“We were given a theme to work with…” Taehyung said ambiguously, waiting for Y/N to soak in every photograph and figure it out on her own, perhaps. 

The final two, Seokjin and Namjoon, might have been her favorites. The eldest hybrid’s photo was him curled up in the breakfast nook with a copy of Pride and Prejudice, his tail wrapped around his waist, and a steaming cup of coffee in one of his hands. Y/N was fond of the particular expression Seokjin was wearing in that photograph, deep concentration and immersion with his thick eyebrows pulled together, hair mussed off of his forehead because he’d play with it while he read.

Finally, to the left of Y/N’s portraits on the top of the circle was Namjoon’s, and in stark difference to his stern-looking ID outtake, he was all soft edges and dimples in the colored photograph. It was the only picture that Y/N remembered Taehyung actually taking, as it was right over her shoulder while her and Namjoon were in the middle of a chess match, the fireplace roaring behind Namjoon while he kicked her ass yet again. Considering Taehyung and Namjoon still barely tolerated one another past a begrudging “good morning” every now and again, the picture perfectly encapsulated how much Namjoon could soften around others when his guard was down. 

By then, Y/N was on the verge of tears, so overcome with love for each of her hybrids that she couldn’t help but turn on her heel to face-plant directly into Taehyung’s chest, squeezing him until an animalistic wheeze came from the depths of his lungs. 

“Y/N, did you see the picture he took of me? I should make that my Instagram profile picture, what do you think?” Hoseok crowed from behind her, no doubt clocking how attractive he looked in it. “I’m glad you didn’t pick that other one for my ID, though. My left ear was drooping.”

Y/N was too busy pressing her face further into Taehyung’s silky black button-down, squashing down tears as best she could. She always bought Taehyung’s prints after an expo, but all she wanted then and there was to pull each frame off of the wall and squirrel them off to her car like a bandit. In her head, she could see all of the pictures lining the walls up the stairwell…

“She okay?” Namjoon joined the clump of them standing around Taehyung’s exhibit, his voice beside her and Taehyung as she held onto the Kodiak hybrid for dear life. 

Taehyung grunted in response, one of his hands smoothing down the back of her head soothingly, though she could feel his chest rumbling in what she assumed was minor amusement. 

“She’s just sappy,” Yoongi helpfully volunteered, his gravelly voice sounding bored and a bit distant. Last time she caught him out of the corner of her eye, he was leaning against the window a few feet from everyone else. 

“Oh! All of your subjects are here, Taehyung?” A new voice joined the conversation, Y/N recognizing it as the woman who ran the hybrid photography club. Vaguely mortified, Y/N pulled herself together enough to release Taehyung and face the woman, who was admiring the photos of Y/N, her hybrids, and their home. “You’ve improved so much these past couple of months. Your exhibit turned out wonderfully– sorry about the frame mixup, by the way. Lost in translation!”

Taehyung simply shook his head, his neck flushing with all of the attention on him, one of his fists bunched up in the fabric of Y/N’s dress, right where her waist met her hip. 

“So, did you tell them the theme of tonight’s expo?” The woman prompted, smiling warmly at Taehyung like she was more than used to his quiet, reserved nature. 

“I think he likes for us to guess,” Hoseok piped up, biting his tongue mischievously as Jimin lightly stepped on his foot with an agitated twitch to his sandy ear. 

“No guesses?” The woman placidly asked, folding her plum-polished fingers delicately around her champagne flute. Taehyung stiffened beside Y/N as if to brace himself, and both her and most of the hybrids either shrugged or shook their heads. 

“Well, the theme was family, of course! Of home!”

Y/N thought she might have squeaked out a surprised ‘oh’, but she couldn’t be sure with the ringing in her ears as she processed that very significant scrap of information. She wasn’t the only flabbergasted one, every other hybrid had varying levels of disbelief and pure shock on their faces. Taehyung wasn’t one to be brotherly with the rest of them, in fact he usually avoided interacting with them if he could, so for the Kodiak hybrid to include them in a family-themed exhibit was dumbfounding, though incredibly sweet. 

“Here I was, thinking it was expectations versus reality,” Hoseok broke the stunned silence, always the one to bounce back immediately when something unexpected unfolded. 

The group leader snorted over the rim of her champagne glass, Taehyung’s posture loosening up once the tension was broken, Y/N composing herself once more by allowing a giggle to escape at Hoseok’s remark, once again grateful for the fox hybrid’s ability to bring ease into any sort of situation. 

“Oh dear! I forgot to check up on how much champagne we have in the back room. I think we may have underestimated how many people would enjoy the signature cocktail,” the woman interrupted the somewhat-awkward giggling amongst her, Hoseok, and Seokjin, though Y/N had a suspicion she was making something up so she could let them all have a private moment. “Enjoy the rest of the expo!”

With that, she disappeared into the festive crowd, and Y/N began staring lovingly at Taehyung’s pictures once more. Some of her boys took that as their cue to be dismissed, Namjoon and Jeongguk fading into the masses of people in search of a fresh cocktail, Hoseok, Jimin, and Seokjin moving on to check out other exhibits. Yoongi had long since evaporated as soon as the awkward giggling began minutes prior, Y/N managing to catch him heading towards the bathroom with a hand over his mouth to hide his amusement. 

So, she was left with just Taehyung in front of his photos, suddenly at a loss at what to say to him, if anything at all. 

“Um… sorry. She can be a little corny,” Taehyung murmured, Y/N craning her neck to meet Taehyung’s eyes once he spoke. Snorting, she nudged Taehyung’s hip with her own. 

“Actually, she reminds me a bit of my mom. I guess she can be corny, too, though,” Y/N admitted, watching Taehyung step in front of her and block her view of the pictures on the wall. 

“You really like them? You don’t think anyone minded that I displayed pictures of them, do you?” Taehyung asked vulnerably, a subtle pout jutting out his lower lip as he made eye contact with her intensely. 

“I don’t think anyone was upset, no! I mean, you know Jeongguk. He was just being a smartass, as per usual,” Y/N put both of her hands on Taehyung’s shoulders, brushing off imaginary dust in an attempt to relax his tensed muscles. “They turned out beautifully. I love them, Tae.”

“Do you want to bring these copies home? The club leader said I could take them,” Taehyung asked shyly, apparently convinced by her words of encouragement. 

“Absolutely. I’m going to hang them up as soon as we get them back home,” Y/N replied cheerily, squeezing his shoulders for emphasis. Home. Their home. 

Taehyung then grinned, wide and splitting his breathtaking face in two, Y/N sliding one of her hands from his shoulder to his forehead, brushing his curls out of his eyes, going as far as tucking it back so his entire forehead was exposed. Taehyung eagerly leaned into the touch, and Y/N imagined if his tail was long like some of the other hybrid’s, it would be wagging back and forth happily. 

“Ah, I’m excited to go home now. It’s too crowded in here,” Taehyung spoke with his eyes shut, cheek smushed into Y/N’s palm. 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Mm-hmm. Can we go now?”

Y/N rocked upwards as much as her high-heels could allow, placing a gentle kiss on Taehyung’s cheek that she wasn’t cradling in her palm, pulling away swiftly with a goofy grin. In the wake of the kiss, left behind was Taehyung gawking, and a stamp of berry-colored lip gloss in the shape of her lips on his cheek. 

“Help me get these down from the wall, and we’ll head home, okay Tae?”

“Wait. The painfully shy one, the bear, is okay with a bunch of us coming over on his birthday? We can always postpone, make it a New Year’s party instead,” Alice, over Facetime with a sheet mask over her face disguising her utter disbelief, squawked. 

“I mean, that was my suggestion to him, too. Obviously everyone is busy on Christmas Eve– Ben and Roy with Daisy, and obviously you with little Kai, Laura,” Y/N had her phone propped up on a sack of flour in the kitchen, the morning of December 23rd, on her weekly 3-way call with the Santos twins. “But he was the one who insisted everyone come over on the 30th. I almost keeled over.”

“He must be getting more comfortable around everyone, Y/N! That’s really great, I’m happy for him,” Laura exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she wrote something down in her day planner– probably organizing talking points for her next family vlog. 

“It’s either that, or he’s too considerate. I mean, ever since his photography expo a week ago, it’s been non-stop last minute gift shopping, wrapping, decorating, and baking. I think if I were hosting a party tomorrow, I’d go insane.”

“Aw, so he probably noticed you’ve got a lot going on. He’s a sweetheart, huh?” Alice cooed, Y/N clapping excess flour off of her hands as she nodded in agreement. She was elbow-deep in gingerbread at the moment, and she was pretty sure she had flour in places that were unspeakable. 

“You guys have your tree up already, right? Namjoon and Jeongguk helped me drag the box with ours in it last week. Let me tell you, it’s so much easier to have two 170-pound men help you lug that thing up from the basement rather than my two possibly anemic cousins,” Y/N snorted, recalling how easily the wolf and elk hybrids carried the comically ginormous box containing the fake Christmas tree up the basement stairs. 

“Are you trying to brag right now?” Alice accused, her eyebrow visibly cocked even under the facemask that covered her expression. “We get it. They’re hunky.”

“Shhh! Alice!” Laura hissed with embarrassment while looking up from her planner, Y/N simply waving her hand in the air at the comment. 

“Don’t sweat it, Laura. Everyone’s out. My mom took them Christmas shopping in her minivan about an hour ago,” Y/N airly chuckled, the mental image of her mother shepherding each of her boys into a crumpled little van that morning to take them to the local mall. For what, she could hardly guess. 

“You’re lucky your mom is obsessed with hybrids,” Alice said, going back to applying red varnish on her nails. 

“I’m lucky that she got them out of my hair long enough to wrap the stockpile of gifts I have hidden in the fucking attic,” Y/N countered, blowing hair out of her face as she slid the last sheet of gingerbread into the oven. “I love them, but my god. Up my ass like a window shade lately.”

“It’s because you’ve been sneaking around with gifts like the goddamn Grinch! What, did you need a crowbar to pry open the attic door? Did you find the ghost of Paul Revere up there?” Alice exclaimed, as if the reason for the hybrid’s increased clinginess was due to her making excuses to go up to the attic through Seokjin’s room routinely. 

“That would be sick, actually. It is fucking creepy up there, though. I might get Jeongguk to help me sort through all of the junk up there in the spring, just in case there’s a demon hiding in my grandmother’s old hat collection,” Y/N relished in the sound of Laura’s lilting laugh, something she found she missed more than anything those days. “So, what is Santa bringing for Kai, Laur?”

“Oh, Santa is bringing him one of those plastic play-kitchens. You know, with the fake food and little bowls and whatnot. A tricycle, too, which I fear might mark up my floors until Tyler can bring him outside in the spring to ride it around the block,” Laura played along, toying with one of the braids skimming her collar bones. “He’s going to be three next year, so no more rattles…”

“My little nephew!” Alice pouted pitifully, pretending to blink away tears at the camera. “He’s growing so fast, soon Auntie Alice will be taking him for his first driving lesson.”

“Dear god, anyone but you,” Laura scoffed, looking horrified. “Love you, Al, but you’re not the first person I’d pick to show him how to parallel park.”

The girls continued to chat for 10 more minutes, until Y/N pulled the last batch of gingerbread men out of the oven and set them on a cooling rack. It was about time for her to tackle wrapping the rest of the boy’s presents and stick them under the tree before they returned from the mall with her mother. After shooting off a few texts to people she wanted to have over for the Christmas party/Taehyung’s birthday, Y/N began shuffling back and forth between the attic and the wrapping station she had set up in the parlor, quickly beginning to sweat between the flannel of her festive pajamas and the blazing fire in the room she was wrapping gifts in. 

There was no way to tell how much time had passed, as Y/N had papercut-raw fingertips and at least 35 gifts under the tree, and her Christmas playlist had looped three times. As it was approaching evening, and it was the holidays, after all, Y/N poured herself a glass of wine before she started tackling the stockings that were hanging over the mantle, all crowded together. Her mother had graciously dropped stockings off for her and the hybrids that morning, each with crocheted names on the fabric. 

Y/N wasn’t used to being away from all of the boys at once, for that long, since she adopted them. Usually, there was always one or two of them hanging around at home with her, even if the rest were at a club. At first, she was a tad relieved to have some time to talk to her friends freely over the phone, be as klutzy as she wanted without one of them flipping their lids, or even getting control of the wireless speaker; but as evening had the the house growing darker and quieter, she felt it was time to give her mother a call for her ETA with the boys. 

While she was dropping little knick-knacks into Jimin’s stocking, the cellphone balanced between her cheek and shoulder beeped morosely– her mother sent her directly to voicemail. Cursing, she continued to fill up the stockings, trying a different number. 

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Yoongi’s voice came through the receiver, though the lovely melody of it was muffled by commotion all around him. Even through the phone, she could hear Hoseok’s loud voice, and the rushing noises of a car speeding down the highway. 

“Nothing’s wrong, angel, just wondering when you’ll be back. My mom wasn’t picking up,” Y/N smirked, heart feeling full that she could detect concern in his tone. 

“W-we, uh, okay, oh! Um, hold on, Y/N,” Yoongi fumbled with his phone, Y/N cringing as she listened to the commotion on the other end of the line. 

“Honey? Sorry, my phone died fifteen minutes ago,” her mother’s voice suddenly replaced Yoongi’s, and Y/N had no doubt that she had stolen his phone from him. “We’re on our way back now. You better lock yourself in your room though, the boys have some wrapping to do.” 

“What do you mean? I thought you were getting gifts for them,” Y/N stilled, elbow-deep in Namjoon’s stocking, dropping the Barnes and Noble gift card into the garment with shock. 

“I finished shopping for them weeks ago, honey. I’ll drop their gifts off tomorrow. Jesus, honey, I gotta focus, okay? I hate driving at night,” Y/N could hear someone honking at her mother, who typically drove like a geriatric hospital patient. “Go hide in your room. Namjoon says he has a house key, so don’t leave the door unlocked or anything!”

“Wait, mom–” Y/N cursed when her mother hung up on her promptly, hurriedly placing the last few items into Namjoon’s stocking. “Oh, my poor boys… been with that loon all day…”

Swallowing a large mouthful of wine, Y/N blinked at the stockings hanging over the fireplace, the thirty second phone call finally sinking in. If her mother didn’t take the hybrids to the mall to pick things out for themselves, did that mean they were shopping for her? Squeaking, Y/N snatched up her bottle of wine and scrambled to her bedroom, giving the parlor a cursory glance to make sure she had stacked all of the gifts under the tree properly. 

It only took fifteen minutes after the phone call for Y/N to hear car doors slamming from her spot on her bed, drinking her wine straight from the bottle like a cavewoman. All she wanted was to greet them at the door, feel Seokjin squeeze her tight, hear Namjoon diligently hanging the house keys back up on the wall hook, and listen to Hoseok chatter about his day without her. 

She strained her ears, hearing someone shove the key into the door and slide the deadbolt back, before absolute chaos echoed throughout the house. Seven different voices, all at once, filing into the foyer, the sound of shoes being kicked off and plastic bags crinkling against one another. Already, Y/N could hear Namjoon calling out orders on where to put everything, and she thought she heard him ask the room if anyone knew how to wrap. Snickering into her hand, Y/N took another swig of her wine, footsteps growing softer as they all headed into the parlor. 

“Christ almighty,” Y/N sighed, praying that no one would cheat and peek into their stockings. Her eyes snapped open when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. 

“Coming,” Y/N jumped up from bed, bumping her hip sharply into one of her bedposts, swearing quietly. “Fuck me.”

Cracking the door open, she almost immediately, and embarrassingly, melted on the spot, Yoongi’s cold-flushed face appearing in front of her. 

“Hi,” she greeted shyly, opening the door a bit wider so he could lean on the doorframe. He was still wearing his dark blue puffer jacket, a fond smile on his lips. “Missed you.”

In the couple of weeks her and Yoongi’s relationship had… changed, the two of them hadn’t had too much alone time. In fact, the previous Friday, she couldn’t even have her weekly piano lesson with him, as she had got called into work when her boss fell ill– so Y/N had to deal with secret longing glances and the ‘normal’ amount of cuddling and affection around everyone else in order to avoid suspicion. Y/N had no idea when she would even be able to have a conversation with Yoongi about how to break the news to the other hybrids. All she knew was it was near-torture to not be able to kiss him whenever she wanted, to scream from the roof that she loved him. 

“Did you?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow, teasing light dancing in his beautiful hazel eyes, Y/N offering him a sardonic grin. 

“Don’t be a dick. You know I did,” Y/N whispered, desperate to retain some privacy. Hopefully, with her Christmas playlist still booming and looping in the parlor, along with what sounded like Seokjin and Hoseok loudly bickering, that their moment would go unnoticed. “How was it today? You guys didn’t buy me stuff, did you?”

Yoongi scoffed, totally affronted, all while tucking a loose strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear tenderly. The contact had her shivering like she was standing out in the cold in her underwear. 

“Who else would we get gifts for, silly girl? Each other? Please,” Yoongi cocked his head, likely noticing how Y/N was inching closer and closer to his warmth. “I noticed all of those boxes under the tree. What, you’re allowed to get us stuff, but not the other way around?”

“Stop pissing me off. I’ve barely gotten to talk to you alone in two weeks,” Y/N huffed, ready to close the door in his face at that point, no matter how much she wanted to squeeze him until he couldn’t breathe. 

Yoongi chuckled, tucking his hands into his jacket pocket lazily. Though he appeared nonchalant, his expression was soft in ways that had her heart aching. 

“I’ll come and get you when everyone’s done wrapping. Seokjin wouldn’t shut up about watching Christmas movies with you all day,” Yoongi said, Y/N feeling her cheeks heat up at the mental image of her seven boys tying bows around things that they picked out for her. “Oh. We brought home some food from that Indian restaurant by the mall for dinner, too.”

“Ooh, I love that place. We’ll eat while we watch the movies, after you’re all done,” Y/N couldn’t help but pout a little knowing that their alone time was nearly up, already light on the balls of her feet to collapse back onto her bed until he came back to fetch her. “Okay. I won’t keep you, then, angel.”

Before she could turn, Yoongi grabbed her by the waist, a sexy, deadly purr rumbling from his chest as he glanced down at her through his eyelashes. Heart hammering, she found herself frozen in time, completely under his spell. 

“Hold on, baby,” Yoongi warned softly, his fingertips scorching even over the fabric of her flimsy cotton pajamas. “Gimme a kiss first.”

Though his voice was gentle, his statement was a demand, not a request, and Y/N had no qualms giving him what he desired. Besides– it’s what she wanted more than anything, as well. Wanting to wipe the expectant look off of his face, she stepped even closer to Yoongi, looping her arms around his neck.

Easily, she leaned her body weight onto the leopard hybrid, melding their chests together without prompting, watching his eyes flutter shut and lips part slightly in anticipation. Not even caring if anyone else could walk by at any moment, Y/N decided to tease Yoongi a little, giving the tip of his nose a kiss and pretending to pull away. Quietly growling, Yoongi tightened his hold on Y/N’s waist, taking matters into his own hands by slotting his lips against hers, Y/N releasing a sigh she hadn’t realized she was holding onto. 

The kiss was chaste, for the most part, void of the desperate passion from two weeks ago, after their confession. Yoongi hummed into her mouth, thumbs rubbing circles into waist, Y/N feeling like she was free-falling as he held her. Y/N wanted more, pressing herself closer to him until they were completely flush, Yoongi grunting as her hips collided with his. 

“Mmph– easy, baby,” Yoongi groaned quietly, rearing his head backwards so Y/N couldn’t plant another kiss on his mouth. “Don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

“I don’t care,” Y/N whined, tugging the ends of Yoongi’s hair at the nape of his neck, making him shiver and shake his head. 

“Yes you do, sweetheart,” Yoongi countered, removing both of her hands from around his neck, though pressing a kiss to each of her palms before releasing her wrists. “As much as I’d like to indulge you in your earlier request, now’s not the time.”

“What are you talking about, earlier request–” Y/N began, before Hoseok was loudly calling for Yoongi from the kitchen, making her spring apart from Yoongi like he shocked her with a wire. 

“I’ll come get you in a bit, sit tight, okay?” Yoongi gave her waist a quick squeeze, winking, before setting off down the hall before she could catch him by his coat, his tail curling behind him languidly. 

In a daze, Y/N shut her bedroom door, stiffly perching on the end of her bed and taking a deep swing from the bottle of wine she left on the floor prior to Yoongi’s interruption. It was several moments later when it dawned on her– the “earlier request”– when she bumped her hip against her bedpost, she exclaimed “Fuck me”. 

Christmas morning, Y/N miraculously woke up without a hangover, despite the amount of cocktails she had during the Christmas Eve movie marathon she had with the hybrids. In fact, she jumped out of bed like there were ants in her pajama pants, eager to get a head start on everything she had planned for that morning. After freshening up, she headed straight for the hallway, only stopping to peer into Namjoon’s room– the wolf hybrid wasn’t in there, though. She found him, along with Seokjin, in the kitchen already, both still in their pajamas and fixing up their morning cup of coffee. 

“Morning, you two! Merry Christmas,” Y/N made her way to the refrigerator, taking out the sheet of French toast she had soaking in custard overnight. “Oh, you preheated the oven for me, Seokjinnie? Thank you!”

Seokjin hovered behind her while she slid the sheet into the oven, Y/N feeling his body heat as she straightened up, no doubt waiting for a hug, as he always did every single morning. Before she could turn to do so, she squeaked, feeling Seokjin wrap his arms around her middle and rest his chin on her shoulder, tail curling around her thigh. Apparently, he wasn’t keen on waiting that morning. 

“Oof– gentle, Seokjin, I’m not going anywhere,” Y/N giggled, ticklish where he was nudging the tip of his nose against the side of her neck affectionately. 

“When do you think Foxy is going to drag his carcass up from the basement?” Yoongi strolled into the kitchen, going right to the coffee bar and taking two mugs out of the cabinet, dutifully making a cup for himself and Y/N. “I think between him and Jeongguk, they drank an entire handle of Tito’s.”

“If he’s not up before breakfast is ready, I’ll go down there and get him. He’ll be pissed if he doesn’t get any bacon,” Y/N shuffled around the kitchen island awkwardly with Seokjin still clinging to her back, his purring growing louder and louder as she smoothed her hands up and down his forearms clasped around her middle. “Speaking of, did you wanna make the bacon, Seokjin?”

With that, the jaguar hybrid finally broke away from her, and Y/N accepted her mug of coffee from Yoongi so she could sit beside Namjoon at the breakfast nook. The wolf hybrid said nothing as she scooched close to him, practically reading over his shoulder, furrowing her eyebrows at the book he was reading. 

“Is that Latin, Joonie? What are you reading? I didn’t know you could speak Latin,” Y/N rapid-fired, Namjoon patiently putting his book down so he could answer her questions. 

“I don’t speak Latin, actually. This is Jeongguk’s, he asked me to take it out of the library from him. He can speak Latin, apparently… I was just leafing through,” Namjoon pushed the book towards Y/N so she could check it out, the cover ancient looking. It appeared to be some kind of book of prayers. 

“How the hell did he learn Latin? It’s not like they teach hybrids how to speak a dead language in the labs when they’re kids,” Yoongi commented, giving Jimin a nod as the coyote hybrid came into the room. 

“I just picked up a book and figured it out, asshole,” Jeongguk was right behind Jimin, apparently, shooting Yoongi a dirty look. 

“Let’s not bicker on Christmas, okay? Chill out,” Y/N frowned, Jimin mirroring her disapproval from across the room. “We’re just waiting on Tae and Hoseok, right?”

“I’ll get Hoseok,” Seokjin volunteered, placing the tongs he was using to flip over pieces of bacon in the skillet off to the side, disappearing from the room before Y/N could protest. 

“Taehyung’s up. I heard his shower going,” Yoongi remarked, taking out plates for the food. 

“I can’t wait for you guys to open your gifts!” Y/N squirmed in her seat, inadvertently wiggling further into Namjoon’s space. The wolf hybrid simply remained still, allowing her to snuggle up to his side as much as she wanted. “I’m excited to see what my mom got you all too. Hopefully nothing crazy… like goats or any other kind of barnyard animal.”

“Ooh, but then we could try goat yoga, Y/N darling!” Hoseok made his grand entrance into the kitchen, looking a little disheveled with his wavy hair sticking up in multiple directions, but grinning nonetheless. “Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“Yeah, it would be fun to shovel goat shit or get gored to death by Black Phillip, too,” Jeongguk drawled, already stacking bacon onto his plate with a grimace. 

“Party pooper,” Hoseok muttered, grabbing a plate for himself and sticking his tongue out at Jeongguk while the elk hybrid has his back to him. 

Tae silently entered the room, taking up her free side on the booth, waiting for Yoongi to come around with the sheet of French toast, Y/N giving him a hair ruffle when he told her “Merry Christmas”. 

Y/N ate as fast as she could, eager to get on with the gift-giving portion of the morning, and for once she was finished eating before any of the boys. She ditched them in the kitchen, heading straight to the parlor to light up the Christmas tree, start the fire, and switch on the TV station that was running holiday specials all day. She was in the middle of fluffing pillows on the couch when she stopped to stare at all of the boxes under the tree– it would probably take them at least two hours to open everything. She could tell which ones were for her; they were all clumsily wrapped with an aggressive amount of tape, and it made her smile goofily. 

“What’s that?” Jeongguk was the first to come into the parlor, collapsing on the leather recliner and pointing at the TV with disgust. “Ugly bastard.”

“Um, the fucking Grinch? Have you never seen this movie?” Y/N gasped in disbelief, Jeongguk looking at her like really. “He’s not ugly. He’s misunderstood!”

“Y/N, please,” Jeongguk groaned, rubbing his temples like she was aggravating him. Actually, agitating Jeongguk was becoming her new favorite hobby. 

Everyone filed in shortly after Jeongguk, taking spots on the floor and couch, and after a few moments of having to describe what The Grinch was to everyone but Yoongi, all of the hybrids were staring at her expectantly. 

“Okay, to make this go faster, why don’t we all open things at once? Here, I’ll grab something for each of you…” Y/N sprung up from her spot on the couch, startling Jimin beside her enough for him to yelp. 

Y/N started off with the gifts her mother had dropped off for the hybrids, plucking up the little envelope that was for her, as well. Once she returned to her seat, she found that they were all still staring at her. 

“Well? Go ahead! Just stick the wrapping paper in one of the trash bags over there,” Y/N pointed to the black bag by the tree, praying to the sky that her mother got normal gifts for them. To hasten the process of all of them slowly peeling back paper like her mom had wrapped grenades for them, Y/N tore her envelope open with vigor. 

“Oh my god! Guys, my mom must have gotten my grandfather’s old station wagon fixed at the shop, this is the title for it!” Y/N squealed. 

“But, you already have a car,” Hoseok pointed out helpfully, the point clearly going straight over his head. 

“Yeah, I do. But if she brings over the station wagon, whoever decides to sign up for driving school will have a car to use when I’m at work or whatever!” Y/N explained, waving the title in Hoseok’s face. 

“Actually, that would be pretty helpful. You won’t have to drive us everywhere all the time,” Yoongi said, brushing a finger over his lips, his gift half-opened on his lap. 

Taehyung, beside her, was the first to resume opening his gift, which was a flat square-shaped package. Y/N had a suspicion that it was a record, which was confirmed when he tore off the last of the paper. It was a vintage jazz record, an artist she didn’t know of, but Taehyung certainly did. It appeared that the record was signed, additionally, which had Taehyung’s cheeks turning a bright shade of pink in excitement. 

Y/N was content to simply watch them all tear into the gifts, soaking in every little expression, ear flicker, and surprised sounds. Namjoon received a first-edition version of one of his favorite books, Yoongi opened a little velvet box containing a silver chain that mimicked the one he wore for his Scarface costume on Halloween, and Hoseok got a new pair of running shoes, flamboyantly colored. For Jimin, it looked like her father had picked out a special edition of the coyote hybrid’s favorite whiskey, Seokjin got a woven silver ring that went with the watch he had gotten for his birthday, and perhaps her favorite gift one of them had received so far– Jeongguk opened up a brass cigarette case, the whole room dissolving into laughter at the bewilderment on his face. 

“To be fair, sweets, you’re about as subtle as a gun with your smoke breaks,” Y/N managed through laughter, watching him turn the case around in his hands. 

“Actually, this is pretty nice. I think it’s an antique,” Jeongguk ignored the fact that he was being laughed at, pulling his pack of cigarettes out of his pajama pockets and beginning to fill up the case with Marlboros. 

“Knowing my mom, it probably is an antique,” Y/N agreed, getting up again to pass out the next round of gifts. Clothes, mostly, all in each of their unique styles, now that she was familiar with them. She could recall that time, many months ago, when she ordered clothes for all of them without even really knowing what most of them looked like, let alone their style preferences. 

There were a few more personal items she got for each hybrid; such as an Ikea bookshelf (that she’d likely have to put together herself) for Namjoon and his growing book collection and a brand-new bookbag, a nice yoga mat and a Hypervolt for Hoseok, and a big plushie of an alpaca was given to Seokjin, one that he had gushed over at the mall once when Y/N took him for his last haircut. 

Y/N was so enthused, clipping the thin gold chain she had gotten for Taehyung around his throat happily, that she totally forgot about their gifts to her, which remained untouched under a sea of ripped paper beneath the tree. 

“How do those shoes fit, Hoseok? Right size?” Y/N called over Taehyung’s shoulder, securing his necklace and making sure the clasp was in the back. Hoseok was flexing and pointing his feet, tail wagging in a pleased manner as he admired his new sneakers. 

“They’re perfect!” Hoseok gave her an animated thumbs-up, before realization dawned across his face. “Hey, you haven’t opened anything! Jinnie, grab our gift from under the tree!”

Suddenly feeling embarrassed, Y/N accepted a lumpy package from Seokjin, who looked eager and excited, the stuffed alpaca still tucked under his arm. Y/N didn’t think he’d be letting it go anytime soon. 

“This is from the two of you?” Y/N asked meekly, aware of all the eyes on her, even if half of the room was occupied checking out some of their new possessions. 

“Mm-hmm! Picked it out together!” Hoseok relaxed in the chair he was sitting sideways on, his legs dangling over the armrest. 

Y/N tore into the paper, and she knew immediately why the package was so lumpy– they had wrapped an article of clothing without it being in a box, making her chuckle softly. Her fingertips brushed over material that felt like a cloud, and when she stripped the last of the paper away, she held up the jacket the two hybrids picked out for her. 

Made of sherpa, and baby pink in color, the jacket was so soft to the touch that she had to resist pressing her face into it. There was a pink heart embroidered on it, right over where her actual heart would be, and it had enormous pockets that could definitely handle her shoving her mitten-covered hands in. It was adorable, not something that she would have picked herself, but she absolutely loved it. 

“This is so cute, guys! I love it, it’ll be perfect for all the cold weather we have coming our way,” Y/N unzipped the jacket, shrugging it on and relishing the way the sherpa felt on her skin. She reached for Seokjin’s hand beside her, giving it a squeeze and a tiny kiss on his knuckles, blowing one dramatically to Hoseok, as well. 

“I liked the color, and Jinnie wanted to get you something to keep you warm, since you’re pretty bad at that,” Hoseok explained, a low, embarrassed growl coming from Seokjin. 

“I love it,” Y/N repeated. I love you. “Thank you, you two!”

“Okay, me next!” Jimin announced, retrieving his– immaculately wrapped– gift for her. 

Jimin got her a perfume that she had been eyeing on the Fragrantica website for weeks, as well as a book she had mentioned wanting to read by a local author, signed. Next was Taehyung and Yoongi’s gift, Y/N stunned that they actually got a joint gift that they agreed on, and it was her very own set of sheet music notebook, bound in leather, as well as a new pair of noise-canceling headphones in her favorite color. Jeongguk, sheepishly, handed her a little gift bag, the contents being a handful of crystals, a pack of hand-dipped incense, and a set of spell chime candles. 

“You guys are too good to me, seriously. Look at all this stuff! Thank you,” Y/N felt herself get a little choked up, even though the parlor was a mess with cardboard, torn paper, and tissue paper, all she could think about was the amount of thought and care that went into each of them picking out gifts for her. She made her rounds in the room, giving each of them a death-squeeze, even Jeongguk, who grumbled the entire time her arms were wrapped around his neck. 

“Y/N, we still need to watch Elf, remember?” Hoseok reminded her over by the bar cart, still wearing his new sneakers and in the middle of making Christmas cocktails for everyone. 

“I remember! I’ll put it on in a minute, okay? I’m just going to give my parents a call and I’ll be right back,” Y/N poked Hoseok on the cheek as she walked by him, on her way to the foyer so she could make her phone call. 

Escaping the blazing heat of the parlor, Y/N felt her cheeks begin to ache from how long she was grinning like a fool. She was halfway through her phone passcode in the hallway before she felt a tap on her shoulder, Y/N spinning around in confusion. 

“Joonie! What’s up?” Y/N cocked her head, noting that his ears were pressed flat against his skull, like he was embarrassed. 

“I… uh. I didn’t give you your gift yet,” Namjoon said awkwardly, pulling a long rectangular box out of his hoodie pocket and offering it to her. Y/N was so caught up with all of the excitement that morning that she didn’t even register that Namjoon hadn’t given her anything. “Here.”

“Oh, Joonie, you shouldn’t–”

“Yes, I should have. Open it, if you don’t like it, I’ll get something else… I’ve never really picked out anything like this for somebody before. So…” Y/N placed her hand on Namjoon’s upper arm to prevent him from babbling further, his lips slamming shut and ears perking up somewhat. 

Beneath the wrapping paper was a velvet box, Y/N biting down on her lip as she pried the lid open, a sharp gasp tearing from her chest as she saw what was nestled within the box. It was a necklace– a choker, judging by the length of it– entirely made up of tiny gems, perhaps cubic zirconia, and in the center of the necklace was a blood-red gem cut in the shape of a heart, delicate and small like the rest of the gems making up the piece. While gawking at the choker, she heard Namjoon nervously shuffling from foot to foot in front of her, Y/N swallowing thickly in order to lubricate her now bone-dry esophagus. 

“Joon… this is beautiful,” was all Y/N could manage, her voice breaking a little. Namjoon, even with his rough edges, had a profound sentimental side to him that Y/N only saw once in a while, and when he’d reveal it to her, she cherished every second. 

“You like it?” Namjoon’s voice came out in a rush, like he was holding his breath, the orange-amber color of his eyes practically sparkling. “You’re not just saying that, right?”

“You’d know if I was lying,” Y/N retorted, running her pointer finger over the necklace in admiration, heart beating wildly. 

“Do you…” Namjoon cleared his throat, gently taking the box from her grasp, taking a step closer to her. “Want to try it on? I’ll clasp it for you.”

Some questions didn’t require responses. Y/N wordlessly turned, gathering her hair in one hand to move it out of the way, waiting for the wolf hybrid to make the first move. Thankfully, he caught on keenly, Y/N shutting her eyes as she listened to Namjoon move behind her. Miraculously, she didn’t make a sound when he draped the necklace around her throat even though the gems chilled her feverish flesh, instead, Y/N focused on Namjoon’s scent. Without fail, the honeyed musk scent of his body wash had her completely relaxing into the moment, humming contentedly as Namjoon’s fingertips brushed against the sensitive skin of the nape of her neck. Distantly, she knew that she was perhaps being obvious, but Namjoon didn’t seem to notice as he deftly fastened the choker into place. 

“Let me see,” Namjoon requested, using two fingers to tap the side of her neck. 

Doing a goofy twirl, Y/N faced the wolf hybrid again, grabbing onto his hands for balance without a second thought. He didn’t drop his hold on her once she was still, his eyes dropping from her face to the choker around her throat. 

“Pretty,” was all Namjoon said, freeing one of Y/N’s hands so he could adjust the necklace, making sure the little red heart rested in the dip of her collar bones. “Suits you.”

“I love it, Joonie. Thank you,” Y/N shivered due to how close Namjoon had gotten to her. Unable to help herself, Y/N opened her arms, yanking the wolf hybrid into an embrace, Namjoon going stiff before tentatively hugging her back, Y/N wondering if he could hear her thundering heartbeat. “My Joon bug, you’re so sweet.”

Namjoon made a noise of embarrassment, but with her cheek pressed to his chest, she could feel his heartbeat galloping just like hers. 

“Here, come with me while I make my call. I bet my mom would like to say hello to you,” Y/N, sadly, let Namjoon go, tangling her hand in the hem of his forest green henley, dragging him in the direction of her bedroom. Namjoon didn’t protest, letting her tow him along with a hidden smile on his face. 

“Where’s the birthday boy?” Alice sang, bustling through the front door with a large Christmas gift bag hanging off of one elbow, a platter of sugar cookies tucked balanced on her other arm. “And my little fox hybrid!”

“Hi, Al,” Y/N kissed her friend’s cheek, already a little flustered from chasing Daisy around the house with Jimin. “Let me take the cookies. Tae’s in the kitchen, so is Hoseok.”

“Laura’s already here, right?” 

“Showed up at the same time as Ben and Roy!” Y/N helped Alice out of her coat, hanging it up in the closet that was nearly bursting with the amount of garments stuffed in there. “Jesus. There must be 26 coats in here. And 8 of them belong to Seokjin.”

“Oh, he’s such a cutie. Not a fan of the cold, right?” Alice followed Y/N to the kitchen, straightening out her sweater as she walked. Before they could get there, however, Alice stopped her with a poke on the shoulder, expression becoming serious. “How are things? You know, with… Yoongi?’

Alice whispered so softly, Y/N had to practically press her ear to her friend’s mouth, and once she registered what she was asking, Y/N was grateful the house was full of loud voices and music at that moment. 

“Um, I’ll give you a call next time I go to work and tell you everything,” Y/N hoped that Alice would get the hint, giving her a beseeching look. “But we’re good, don’t worry about me. We’re still figuring things out, but we’re not on the outs anymore.”

Alice seemed to digest this information slowly, as if she didn’t quite believe Y/N, but let it go and continued to follow Y/N, leaning into her side as she walked. 

“Fine, but I want details. Excruciating details. You promised,” Alice whisper-shouted, her face brightening once she spotted her twin sister in the kitchen, who was mingling with Roy and Jimin.

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” Y/N brushed her off, feeling embarrassed. In the kitchen, all of her Christmas decorations were still up and an obscene amount of food on the island, mostly charcuterie boards she and Yoongi spent a large part of the day preparing. “Get some food before you try one of those cocktails Hoseok made. They’re pretty stiff.”

“Alice is here!” As if he was summoned, Hoseok strolled over, two fresh cocktails in his hands, offering the two girls the glasses with his stunning smile. “How’ve you been, darling? Been writing your new book?”

Alice turned on her coy smirk, using her free arm to give Hoseok a side-hug, pecking his cheek like Y/N had done to her when she arrived. Lifting an eyebrow but holding her tongue, she watched Hoseok’s smile grow even wider, smugly. 

“Yeah, I’ve just finished the rough draft. It’s been a blast to write, totally different from what I usually do,” Alice took an over-confident sip of her cocktail, and Y/N tried her best to hold back her laughter when Alice immediately coughed at the taste of it. “Christ, Foxy, what is this, jungle juice?”

“Something adjacent to jungle juice, yes,” Hoseok chuckled, reaching out to take the gift bag Alice was still carrying, placing it on the coffee bar where several bags from other guests were– birthday gifts for Taehyung. 

“Tastes like you made it in the goddamn sink,” Alice muttered, all while taking another sip. 

Snorting, Y/N was about to mention that Hoseok originally wanted to make it in the sink, but she heard her name being called, so she hastily excused herself, searching for the source of the voice amongst the crowded kitchen. 

“Honey! In here,” Y/N discovered that it was her mother calling her from the dining room, frantically motioning for her to join her, Y/N hoping she wasn’t about to tell her she had some kind of disturbing vision again. 

“What’s going on? There aren’t even any lights on in here, why are you lurking in the dark like this?” Y/N asked, growing more suspicious by the second. 

“I wanted to ask you if you finished working on Taehyung’s gift,” her mother, though originally a little wary of Taehyung after her vision about him many months ago, had warmed up to him by then. She had the feeling it was due to how sweet and affectionate Taehyung was around Y/N, and the fact that Y/N was so completely comfortable with him. 

“Of course I did. I worked on it whenever he was at the rec center! It’s all set up for later,” Y/N replied, a little ticked that she was pulled away from the party just to get interrogated about her work ethic. 

“Good, good. He looks happy! Not as shy as he once was,” her mother commented blithely, making Y/N hum. 

“I think the club had something to do with that,” Y/N started to drag her mother back into the kitchen, eager to get back to her friends and make sure there weren’t any shenanigans going on. “Did you see the portraits he took of us hung up on the stairwell?”

Y/N was able to deliver her mother to Ben, who was more than willing to keep her occupied by telling her about Daisy’s newfound interest in painting, and Y/N breathed a sigh of relief when she was able to find her hideous-tasting cocktail waiting for her on the island. She was mid-bite of a particularly juicy chocolate covered strawberry when she spotted Taehyung, who was by the fridge, chatting with Yoongi. Both of them were dressed in clothes she had gotten the two of them for Christmas, and it made her very happy that Taehyung had allowed himself to get closer to Yoongi, especially in recent weeks. 

Downing the rest of her drink, she rounded the island as best she could, giving Jeongguk a playful flick on the back of his head as she passed by him, an unlit cigarette between his lips as he was heading towards the slider to the backyard. He rolled his eyes, patting the top of her head condescendingly before he vanished, Y/N approaching Taehyung and Yoongi. 

“Hi, having fun?” Y/N greeted them, Taehyung nodded, leaning against the fridge with a content look. “Good idea for having a bunch of charcuterie boards, Tae.” 

“You got a little,” Tae motioned around his mouth area like she had something on her face, but before she could use her cocktail napkin to wipe her face sheepishly, Yoongi set down his glass of wine.

 Tongue peeking out to dampen his thumb, he got rid of smudge of chocolate on the corner of her mouth, popping the digit into his mouth without so much as a second thought, Y/N staring at him like he lost his fucking mind. 

“Got it,” Yoongi picked his wine glass back up, licking his lips with a devilish grin, Taehyung simply watching the scene unfold in front of him with boredom. 

“Whoa, my grandma used to do that to me during Sunday dinners,” Ben interrupted, Taehyung stepping aside so her friend could access the freezer for more ice. “Hey, Yoongi. I was wondering if I could ask you something.”

Y/N froze, jumping to the conclusion that Ben would confront the leopard hybrid after the brunch she had with him a couple of weeks ago, though that was hardly within his nature. Though protective of her, Ben wasn’t one to throw her under the bus, and Y/N had to quickly compose herself so none of her hybrids would catch the scent of alarm on her. Yoongi, unperturbed, regarded Ben with a lazy flicker of one of his spotted ears. 

“Go ahead,” Yoongi enunciated slowly, the only indication that he was as wary as Y/N. 

“You can say no, of course, but Y/N mentioned that you were teaching her how to play piano. I was wondering, if you had time during the week, if you could stop by and give Daisy some lessons? We’ll pay you for your time, naturally,” Ben proposed, Y/N nearly fainting with relief. 

“Oh, uh… yeah, I’d have time for that. I’m only at the rec center three times a week in the evenings. Do Monday afternoons work?” Yoongi’s eyebrows shot into his hairline, apparently taken aback. 

“Works for us! Here, come with me, we gotta tell Roy. He’s been wanting to sign her up for lessons for weeks, he has a bunch of questions…” Ben held his hand out, beckoning for Yoongi to follow him into the parlor where his fiance was entertaining Daisy with Jimin. 

Y/N saw that as an opportunity to steal Taehyung away from the party, grabbing his hand lightly. He didn’t protest, or even ask why she was leading him towards the staircase, but he clung to her side as if he could sense her growing anticipation. 

“Where are we going?” Taehyung finally asked curiously, taking steps two at a time to keep up with Y/N’s jog upstairs. 

“I wanna show you your gift!” Y/N breathed with effort after scaling the staircase, leading the Kodiak hybrid down the hall to what was once a large, unused walk-in closet of sorts, perhaps for linens back in the home’s heyday. Y/N used an old key she had stashed in her pocket to unlock the old door, feeling Taehyung looming behind her and breathing down her neck. 

Y/N fumbled for the lightswitch, stepping to the side and making a “ta-da!” gesture, Taehyung peering into the closet with rapt interest. 

Y/N had totally renovated the closet into a darkroom for Taehyung to develop photos in the home when he couldn’t access the rec center. She had begun doing a little research a months ago about how to DIY the room, and she thought it came out pretty successfully; two counters on either side of the closet– a “wet” and “dry” section of the room, fresh coat of dark paint on the walls, second-hand equipment she found on the internet, and the entire space lit with special low-light red bulbs. 

“What do you think! Pretty cool, right?” Y/N gushed, waltzing into the small room and pointing at the clothesline she had fastened to the walls so the Kodiak hybrid could hang his prints up to dry. “It’s like a home office for you, only a couple of doors down from your bedroom!”

“Y/N, you did this yourself?” Taehyung’s face had totally dissolved into shock, taking a shaky step into the dark room with large, rounded eyes. “It looks like the one in the rec center…”

“I had to do some research, but it was a blast to set up. Even if it was a challenge to work on it and keep it a secret from you, locking it up at night, hiding cans of paint… but I hope you like it!”

Taehyung looked around with glee, fingertips brushing over the newly installed countertops, Y/N perching herself on the chair she placed in the corner, admiring how diligently he checked everything out. The sleeves of his vintage sweater had slipped over his wrists again, Taehyung hastily pushing them up over his elbows so he could pick up one of the old cameras Y/N had dug out of the basement to give him. 

“You… Really like to go above and beyond, huh?” Taehyung surprised Y/N by making a teasing remark, spinning on his heel and taking a picture of her with the old camera. “Of course I like it, why wouldn’t I?” 

“So you’re teasing me now, too? Taking tips from Yoongi?” Y/N scoffed in disbelief, though something told her Taehyung didn’t quite know how to react to the situation. 

Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head, before he stalked up to Y/N on the chair and used his hands to haul her to her feet by hooking them under her armpits, crushing her in, well, a bear hug. Y/N went limp in his arms, unable to breathe but in bliss with the way he was holding her tightly, sandalwood fragrance intoxicating her. 

“Happy birthday, Tae,” Y/N murmured into his sweater, his arms tightening around her waist even more with her words. 

“We should probably go back downstairs…” Taehyung pulled away from her, the red lighting of the room bringing out his eye color more than ever before. “I think people are looking for you.”

“Curse of being the hostess,” Y/N sighed, linking her arm with his. “It’s time for cake, anyways!”

Taehyung hummed, snuggling close into her side as they began to return to their guests and the other hybrids, though as they got to the bottom step into the foyer, Taehyung bent down to whisper in Y/N’s ear. 

“Thank you, for everything.”

“Anything for you.”

“You’re so busy these days! I miss you…” Y/N hung onto the hem of Yoongi’s thermal like a child, waiting for him to shut the soundproof doors of the music room and unable to keep the whine out of her voice. 

“You’re busy, too, sweetheart. Didn’t you say there’s something coming up for you at work in the next few weeks?” Yoongi shook off her grip on his clothing, pointing at the loveseat so they could catch up. 

It had been a week since Taehyung’s birthday, the first Friday of January, and Y/N couldn’t remember the last time she had a piano lesson with Yoongi due to their conflicting schedules. 

“Yeah, I still have to think about it. Judy has this opportunity coming up, but it wouldn’t involve just me,” Y/N collapsed onto the loveseat, making grabby hands for Yoongi to sit beside her. 

“So tell me. You don’t want to do it?” Yoongi put his arm around her, his eyes a little sleepy from his hectic week of basketball practices and traveling back and forth to Ben’s to teach Daisy. Y/N sighed, launching into a recount of her meeting with Judy the day before. 

“Y/N, I’ve been thinking about asking you about something for a while, do you have a moment before you head home?” Judy announced vaguely, as Y/N was closing the blinds to the storefront at the end of her shift. 

“Of course,” Y/N adjusted the strap of her tote bag over her shoulder, Judy looking incredibly pleased with that answer. 

“I’m sure you’ve noticed since you started working here, people will come in every once and a while asking for help in the area of paranormal activity in their homes or places of business,” Judy began, brushing sandy curls out of her face. “I used to be able to travel to these locations and do consultations and cleansings, but not so much anymore with the growing popularity of my readings here at the shop.”

“Right,” Y/N nodded, already knowing where the conversation was heading. 

“I’ll cut to the chase. Would you be interested in taking up that responsibility? The pay would be higher, and you successfully cleansed your own home,” Judy clasped her hands in front of her, looking ever-so-hopeful. 

“I… The opportunity sounds interesting, and I’d like to say that I could commit to it, but with my hybrids at home…” Y/N already felt bad enough she had to be away from them three times a week, so the additional hours and traveling filled her with hesitance. 

“I thought of something to remedy that. You mentioned to me that you performed banishments and cleansings at your home with the help of two of your hybrids. I was thinking between the three of you, you could have somewhat of a ‘team’ that would do the consultations.”

“You mean Namjoon and Jeongguk?” Y/N blinked, taken aback. 

“Yes, the two gentlemen I met a little after Lammas,” Judy confirmed, referring to the time she had brought the hybrids to the strip mall for ice cream in August. “They’d make perfect additions. The wolf hybrid, you told me, has a wealth of knowledge for the paranormal, and your elk hybrid is experienced with exorcism.”

“I– I’d have to ask them about it,” Y/N replied weakly, knowing that Namjoon would likely pounce on the opportunity, but talking to Jeongguk could go either way. Considering Jeongguk wasn’t a part of any clubs, and Namjoon only left the house on Mondays for the book club, it would give both of them the chance to get out more. “Can I get back to you?”

“Absolutely. I should tell you, as well, you’d have total control over how the team would operate, so you’d have quite a bit of freedom. I think you’d end up preferring it over sitting in a nearly empty shop most days.”

Y/N was shoving Yoongi by his shoulder as he belly laughed at her, his eyes scrunched up into slits. 

“Fuck you, Yoongi, stop laughing! What’s funny?” Y/N crossed her arms across her chest, waiting for him to stop gasping for breath with a frown. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Yoongi wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, collecting her shoulders and settling her back into his side with a kiss to her temple. “So, let me get this right. Your boss wants you to formulate a ghostbusting team with those two edgelords hotboxing that ancient van in our driveway right now?”

“It sounds fucking stupid when you say it like that, but yeah, that’s the gist of it,” Y/N snapped, though melting into Yoongi’s hold anyways. “I’ve got to talk to them over the weekend. I know Namjoon would be on board, but Jeongguk…”

Absently, Y/N’s fingertips began toying with the choker around her neck she hadn’t taken off since Namjoon fastened it there, chewing her lip. 

“I think you should do it. You got rid of whatever was on this property, remember? And you won’t have to sit behind a counter and send us memes all day out of boredom,” Yoongi squeezed her side, sobering up enough to take her seriously. 

“Okay, I’ll talk to them,” Y/N agreed, feeling better that she had Yoongi’s approval. “Um, when do you think we should…”

Yoongi knew where she was going without her having to finish her sentence. When do you think we should tell the others that we’re together?

“It needs to be up to you, sweetheart. I can handle it if they’re pissed at me, but how they’ll react to you after they find out is what concerns me,” Yoongi ran a hand through his hair, Y/N considering that. “We need to be delicate about it, I think.”

Yoongi was tip-toeing around the fact that Y/N still had to confess her feelings to the six others, which had her gritting her teeth. 

“I’ll work something out. Jesus, I feel like I’m planning a press conference,” Y/N tipped her head against the back of the couch, heaving a sigh through her nose. “I just want to be able to kiss you whenever I want.”

“Is that right?” Yoongi’s tone turned playful, dropping an octave or two. “In front of everyone?”

Feeling the mood shift, Y/N forgot all about the piano lesson she was supposed to be in the middle of, something heating up in her stomach as Yoongi smirked, looking down his nose at her. 

“You know what I mean,” Y/N whispered, electrified. 

“I do?” Yoongi’s expression turned thoughtful, his ears fluttering as Y/N curled her legs sideways on the couch so she could face him. “You think I want that, too?”

“Whatever, guess not,” Y/N attempted to look away, a tad embarrassed. She was stopped, however, by a gentle grip on her chin. 

“You want me to kiss you in front of everyone, show them what you mean to me?” 

Y/N was silent, throat parched as she read the primal possession in his feline eyes. Swallowing as best she could to lubricate her esophagus, all she could hear was a gentle ticking coming from a clock sitting beside the new record player she had gotten Taehyung for Christmas. 

“Hmm… I don’t know if you really want that,” Yoongi continued, sounding almost bored, unaffected. 

“Yoongi.”

“Sweetheart?”

“Shut up and kiss me,” Y/N growled, bracing her hands on his shoulders and leveling him with an annoyed glare. 

Yoongi stared her down, still appearing unmoved, before he took her by surprise and surged forward urgently, the grip on her chin moving to the back of her neck, yanking her into his lips, the leopard hybrid’s mouth muffling the cry she let out. 

Unlike the kiss she stole from him the day before Christmas Eve, this one was full of fire and ice, Yoongi working his mouth so intensely against her own, Y/N imagined cartoon stars floating around her head like a halo. Still a little put off by his teasing earlier, she kissed him back just as eagerly, boldly nibbling his bottom lip eliciting a feral hiss from his chest. The expulsion of air opened his mouth enough for Y/N to swipe her tongue across the flesh she had just bitten, one of her hands cupping Yoongi’s jaw to keep him in place. 

Yoongi, in retaliation, tilted his head sideways, Y/N’s mouth parting because of it, his tongue sweeping into her mouth promptly in an attempt to regain control. Y/N, at that moment, didn’t want to relinquish it quite yet. Eyes still shut, she increased the strength at which she was clutching the side of his face, using her core to swing one knee over Yoongi’s lap, settling down on his thighs and resting her free hand over his purring chest. 

All too soon, however, she needed air, breaking free from the lip lock with a thin string of saliva still connecting them, Y/N’s chest heaving as she dove in for more– this time going straight for Yoongi’s neck. The leopard hybrid grunted, his hands sliding down her body to settle heavily on her hips, the sensation of her hot mouth on the sensitive skin of his neck overwhelming. Y/N kissed below his earlobe, unable to get enough, loving the quiet sounds coming from Yoongi’s swollen lips, trailing her kisses to his clavicle, skimming the chain that was around his neck.

“Baby,” Yoongi’s strained voice came out as a feathery breath, like he was trying to control himself, and Y/N returned to his mouth, moaning softly at the way his scorching fingertips wormed their way under her tee-shirt, skimming the skin of her lower back. 

“Mm?” Y/N hummed against his mouth, getting dizzy from the way his tongue slid against hers sensually. She never wanted the moment to end, no matter how much she was sweating– and how strong the spark of arousal was between her legs. 

Adjusting her position on his lap, Yoongi went quite still when she settled more weight on top of him, one of her own hands sneaking up the front of his shirt to settle over his pounding heart indulgently. Pulling away with a warning nip to the corner of her jaw, the sharpness of his canines against her flaming skin having her gasping, Yoongi sat back with a regretful look on his face, holding onto her hips to keep her somewhat hovering over his lap. 

“Love, we can’t… not until we tell everyone else. There’s no excuse that could cover up… the scent,” Yoongi managed, eyes softening at Y/N’s desperate pout. 

“Scent?” Y/N leaned forward despite the warning, pecking his lower lip indulgently

Yoongi glanced down at their laps expectantly, Y/N getting what he was implying like a freight train hit her. 

“Oh god. That’s embarrassing,” Y/N panicked, starting to move off of his lap, when he caught her with a grunt, keeping her seated on top of her. 

“Embarrassing? It’s natural. Come on, silly girl,” Yoongi growled, tucking hair behind her ears tenderly all the while. “Still. Wait just a little longer for me, okay?”

Y/N relented, the fire slowly leaching from her veins as she nestled her head into Yoongi’s chest, hiding her moping. 

“You waited for me all this time. I’ll wait for you.”

“Cheesy,” Yoongi snickered, soothingly passing her hands up and down her back. “Why don’t we get started with the lesson? Have you been practicing?”

“Let me hold you for a bit more,” Y/N whined, nuzzling her cheek into the crook of his neck. 

Yoongi snorted, planting a kiss on the top of her head, but indulging her anyway. He always was a pushover, when it came to her. 

Y/N was sitting in her car, half-frozen while she waited for it to heat up, staring at the phone in her hand. 

Sarah Good: Hi, Y/N! Thank you for reaching out over email about getting Hannah and Seokjin together before we move. How’s lunch at Salem’s on January 11th?

Resisting the urge to honk for Seokjin to get a move on within the house, she swallowed down nerves and adjusted her sweater dress twitchily. She had told Seokjin about the planned lunch weeks ago, and watched how excited he became as the days rolled on, and it was finally time to meet up with Sarah and Hannah. Y/N was about to send a text to Seokjin to get him to come outside when she spotted him hurrying down the icy driveway, wrapped up in a giant lavender puffer jacket. 

“Cold,” Seokjin whimpered as he climbed into the passenger seat, but retaining his merry expression. “Oh! You’re wearing the jacket!”

Indeed, Y/N had the baby pink sherpa jacket he and Hoseok had given to her for Christmas. It had become her favorite coat simply because they had gifted her, but also because seeing the delight on both of their faces when she wore it was absolutely priceless. 

“Matches my dress, see?” Y/N lifted the skirt of her pink sweater dress playfully, Seokjin definitely making sure she was wearing the skin-toned thick tights underneath it. “Don’t worry, I’m warm enough!”

Y/N threw her car into gear as soon as Seokjin was buckled in, his hand immediately seeking out hers, squeezing it eagerly. 

“So, are you excited to see her?” Y/N asked nonchalantly, after several minutes of listening to Seokjin hum along to the radio. 

“I am. I hope she’s recovered from her injuries…” Seokjin admitted, his mouth screwing up in concern. 

“I’ve been in touch with Sarah, she said that Hannah is doing wonderfully, all healed up! Sarah said there’s a great gymnastics team for hybrids in the area of New York she’s moving to that Hannah is interested in joining,” Y/N brushed her thumb over the back of Seokjin’s hand, something that he typically did whenever he thought she was stressed or nervous. 

“She’ll love that,” Seokjin replied tenderly, his legs bouncing up and down in anticipation. Y/N, despite herself, smiled empathetically, Seokjin’s concern for others rubbing off on her infectiously. 

Minutes later, they arrived at the brewery, Y/N trying to park as close to the building as she could out of Seokjin’s disdain for the frigid January temperature. 

“I don’t think they’re here yet, we’re a little early,” Y/N cleared her throat, finally able to get a good look at the jaguar hybrid beside her. He looked breathtaking, as he normally did, the pastel purple of his coat complimenting his sunset eyes, wavy hair parted off of his forehead, and smelling fresh and clean. “We can wait in here or go get a table? What do you think, honey?”

Seokjin opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by Y/N’s ringtone, which she answered quickly without checking the caller ID. 

“Y/N? It’s Sarah! We just got here, parked towards the back,” a raspy, friendly female voice came in from the receiver, Y/N blinking rapidly as she observed Seokjin flinging his door open, promptly jumping out of the Land Cruiser. 

“O-oh, we’re here too! We’ll meet you at the door!” Y/N rushed out, hanging up before she could lose track of Seokjin, who was a blur of pastel and puffer jacket dashing across the parking lot. 

Y/N hardly had the time to lock the car before chasing after the jaguar hybrid, avoiding the black ice as best she could in the midst of her scrambling. 

“Jinnie!” A melodic, high and sweet voice exclaimed, chock-full of thick feeling, called across the parking lot, Y/N nearly tripping over her own boots at the sound of it. 

Pausing, Y/N watched the scene in front of her unfold like it was a movie she was watching in a theater, Seokjin screeching to a halt, arms wide as a slight figure darted into view. It was a young woman, around Seokjin’s age, with glimmering strawberry-blonde hair and peachy cat ears with a matching tail, who without any prompting, launched herself into Seokjin’s arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as she shook with emotion. 

Seokjin caught her with graceful ease, though his knees buckled nervously as well, his hand coming up to cradle the back of her head softly. Even from a considerable distance away from him, Y/N could spot the tear running down Seokjin’s cheek, a stabbing pain striking though her chest. Ears ringing, Y/N stared at the two embracing, biting the inside of her cheek painfully when she heard Seokjin’s throaty response. 

“Hannah, I missed you.”

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[graciebrams]

𓇢𓆸 get to know me

hi I'm ema you can call me em or ems <3 my pronouns are she/her, desi 𐙚˙⋆.˚ 🎐🌟💌

✧ i ١٥٧٤ : rose gold, silver jewellery, coffee, books, ribbons, hoop earrings, lipgloss, handwritten letters, choclate, colours pink, brown and sage green, bracelets, cats, ballet flats, sundresses, rings, sunsets, dried out flower petals, collecting old movie tickets, etc ᱖　⠀˙⠀　｡

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[hazardworld]

MONSTER TOWN PART 3 IS OUT YAYYYY

Worldbuilding/Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

One should never underestimate the amount of (prey?)drive Dustin Henderson has for research, because as soon as Robin mentioned finding out about Steve’s powers, he’d scampered off muttering to himself that there just had to be books about sirens somewhere in the mansion.

15 minutes later, he’d come back with one book about the size of his torso. It looked extremely heavy, and if Dustin didn’t have the supernatural strength to assist him, Eddie was sure he’d have been crushed by it.

Dustin plopped it on the floor with a loud bang, and a cloud of dust flew up from the sudden movement.

"Whoa," Eddie gasped amid coughs, "Is that what runes usually look like? I can’t see past it," 

The book’s top and bottom edges were bound in ancient-looking, swirly silver runes. Normally, instead of seeing the runes themselves, they’d show themselves to Eddie in shimmering (magical) purple text, but these were just still silver symbols he couldn’t decipher. 

He noticed the magic aura surrounding the book was drawn particularly to the edges, which Eddie recognized as a lock mechanism after Dustin and Robin tried many times to get the damn thing open.

Steve perked up as the book was tossed aside to what seemed to be the last time, and safely bound it in his arms. Something connecting Steve to the book vibrated low in Eddie’s ear.

"Steve, you know what this book is, don’t you?"

Steve and Eddie made nervous eye contact as Dustin and Robin slowly turned to them.

Steve sighed.

"When the sirens were first developing, there was a king and a queen," Steve set the book to his side, and by his tone, Eddie realized the topic wasn’t necessarily a light one. 

"They had 4 children, and at each child’s birth they were given a large book, a book to imprint their magic into to benefit future generations. It’s said all sirens are descended from the 4 "Originals," as they’re called, and most families keep books to honor them. This—"

"Is your family’s," Dustin finished, but Steve shook his head.

"Not just that. Here," Steve stuck the book out in front of him, grazing his hand above the front cover. Eddie could see the book’s magical reaction to his hand: it was as if the runes seemed to glow under his skin. "I’m a little rusty, but…lje paɾ lə sɑ̃, yni paɾ lɛspɾi," Eddie watched as—similar to when Steve used sirenspeak—a puff of magic escaped his mouth. Almost like a vacuum, it got sucked into the lock of the book.

The runes glowed, and Steve opened the book. Inside was a magic handprint on the first page of pale green parchment (yes, parchment). It was signed with a name Eddie couldn’t quite see with some of the runic script below it.

"It’s the book of Melusine, the second child married off to a land-dwelling family,” Steve pointed to the name as he spoke, “Most land-residing sirens descend from her, but…" Steve shrugged towards the book.

"You’re a direct line, holy shit," Robin finished, and Steve shrugged again.

"I mean I guess, yeah,"

“You guess?” Dustin exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. “Steve, you’re like a prince or something! This is proof of your actual royalty status!”

“Atlantie is a democracy,” Steve quickly corrected, and Dustin shrugged.

“So? You could go to them with this book and show proof of heritage!”

Suddenly, the four turned as the door clicked open. In the doorway stood Lucas and Max, Lucas with a basketball in his hands.

“Sorry, sorry! Max was over and I wanted to shoot hoops but we’re obviously interrupting something and—“

“What’s that?” Max pointed to the book, raising an eyebrow. A shit-eating grin spread over Dustin’s face.

“Oh, it’s Steve’s secret siren heritage magic book.”

“What?” Lucas commented, turning his head slightly as he closed the door behind him. Max had already sat herself frown within the circle, and Lucas was making his way over.

“Steve didn’t tell us he was a siren prince, and this is the book proving it,” Robin clarified. Instantly, Max shot Steve a glare, and Lucas gaped.

“Wait, shit, seriously?”

Steve sighed. “I’m probably more of a Lord or something but yeah, they aren’t entirely wrong,”

"So all this time, you’ve never been human?" Lucas exclaimed, and Dustin immediately pointed at him.

"That’s exactly what I said!"

"Steve’s a Prince?" Max asked. Eddie knew she’d ask clarifying questions later in private, if at all.

"Lord!"

"Yes!" Robin exclaimed. "This book goes back to his direct original royal ancestor!"

"Can we see your natural form?" Lucas asked excitedly, bouncing up and down slightly from his position. Steve sighed and nodded, getting up and heading to the patio to shift for the third time that day. Lucas and Dustin followed excitedly.

Then it was just Eddie, Robin, and Max.

"So…" Eddie broke the silence a few minutes in, after it was clear from the cheers and splashes outside that the three would not be going back in.

"Eddie, you like Steve, right?" Max asked bluntly, and Eddie panicked.

He was not out to Max yet.

It wasn’t that he didn’t think she was trustworthy or that she wouldn’t support him, it was just…it felt weird coming out to the kids so soon, especially when Eddie had no clue how half of them would react.

"Yeah, yeah I’d say we’re friends," An incriminating crimson tinted his cheeks, and both Max and Robin smirked.

"You fell for a siren," Robin mocked playfully. "A siren,"

"A very pretty siren…" Eddie sighed, crossing his arms dramatically as if he was a little kid.

"Oh, definitely," Max agreed, and Eddie and Robin both immediately looked at her.

Had Max seen siren Steve before?

No.

(Maybe?)

"Isn’t today the first day you know about him being a siren?" Robin clarified, and Max nodded once.

"Yeah, but I saw that chest hair at Lover’s Lake," Eddie choked on his spit, "absolutely gorgeous,"

“It wasn’t half bad...” Eddie agreed, giving Max a small smile.

Robin fake gagged. "Ugh! Disgusting, men," Max turned to Robin and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you…?"

"Lesbian? Yep." Max’s eyes widened, and she smiled, nodding her head.

"Sweet, good t—"

"WE’RE CALLING THE REST OF THE PARTYYYYYYY," The conversation was immediately stopped by Dustin and Lucas bolting through the main room over to the kitchen phone, screaming with glee.

Part 4!

[edwinspaynes]

CAN I HEAR MORE ABOUT YOUR DBD OCS PLEASE

Hmmm... okay I'm going to write these like little character descriptions as to not spoil my fic!

Gossamer is a tricksy fae who can take both butterfly and human form. He also takes an interest in Edwin, because Edwin attracts all the Animal Men. He primarily exists on the Astral Plane. He is in two chapters of the fic - chapter 2, The Case of Niko Sasaki, and chapter 3, The Case of the Choked Cheerleaders. I am also considering bringing him back in chapter 5, The Case of Hell's Own Track, but I'm not sure yet.

The Cat Royal of London is, well, London's cat monarch. They're nonbinary. They appear only in chapter 6 The Case of the Shredded Tapestry and very briefly in chapter 9 The Case of the Great Fire, Part II. They have coloured bodysuits and wear really huge hoop earrings in other weird ass colours. Also, they sing.

Ruby first appears in chapter 2 and appears heavily in every chapter through chapter 5. She is the main antagonist of my season 2 fanfic and is the Lost and Found Department's Ambassador of Hell. She's also named after Ruby from Supernatural and looks similar. She wants Edwin's notebook, and wants it badly.

[pentagonieslut]

peaches and cream

inspired by peaches and cream by 112 (look it up if you don't know lol) and many other songs about sex and jealousy lol

inspired by tomorrow (kdrama with rowoon from SF9) and my imagination if lee soo hyuk were to get extremely jealous.

warnings: smut and whatever warnings people add-in like choking. just prepare yourself. i tried bahaha. :)

female anatomy, supernatural

having the ability to see the supernatural was something you were born with. it wasn't like you had a choice, when you were created you were given the ability by the heavens. and naturally, came your daily routines with being able to see the souls, ghosts, demons, and whatnot. including grim reapers. so did the chance to date one. a serious by the book one at that.

putting on your outfit to go shopping (the two piece normani wore in motivation mv with the birth year but instead of the birth year it says hottie), you were excited to go have fun with your friends after several months of stress and being busy. fixing your hair and putting your hoops on, you walked out and screamed in surprise at the tall male in black in front of you. knowing he wouldn't approve of your outfit, you grabbed your bag and shoes and let out a quick 'goodbye' as you scrambled out of the house to escape to your best friend's place. "where do you think you're going?" he called out just as you made it to the elevator and sighed. walking back with a sad sigh, plopping on the couch across from the man who had his arms crossed.

"you do realize that i'm going along since everyone else is bringing their boyfriends too who happen to be my friends, right?" he asked as you smacked your head in disappointment. "i forgot. are you done mentally preparing for our excursion?" you questioned as soo hyuk nodded and glared at your outfit unnoticeably.

meeting up with your friends, you guys immediately entered the large arcade, happily chatting amongst yourselves. "should we go do the dance game first?" one of your friends hanari asked as the rest of you nodded and formed a circle around the machine. as you and hanari went up last after laughing at the failures of your other friends, the two of you stretched quickly before starting to dance.

gaining the attention of other people besides your friends, the two of you continued with their cheers. soo hyuk was sitting with his friends, quickly glancing over at where your group of friends was, going back to playing games on their phones as per their usual warm-up for the games. two guys passed by his table as they talked to each other, mentioning you and your friends. "i would so smash the one in the white two-piece on the right side. she's smoking hot bro. just one glance at her ass and you want her to wet your dick." one of them said as they walked over to the motorcycle racing game.

soo hyuk perked up and took a good look at you, ears turning a slight red from how hot you really looked. sweat on your forehead, messy hair, and the way you moved with your skirt slowly riding up to tease anyone that bent down to pick something up to get a glimpse of your ass.

once you finished, you and your friends went to another game to play, cheering and screaming at one another, having to split into teams in disagreement over which car was sexier. you guys went from game to game, having fun and racking up tickets to cash in later.

taking a break and at the concession counter with your friends, order a variety of snacks for you guys to munch on and talk about your next gameplan, a group of guys came up to y'all, charming all of you and asking if all six of you would be their dance partners for the next dance competition they were holding. agreeing, the six of you agreed to meet up with them at the other side where the rest of the dance games were at.

meeting up with your newly acquainted friends, the twelve of you broke up into partners, determined to win and beat one another. properly introducing yourself to the one whose name you learned as johnny, chatted happily as you prepared to compete. going up on the stage and starting to dance to the song that was playing (have mercy), soo hyuk didn't realize the dance to the song could be any sexier than it already was.

it took him a quarter way through the song to realize you were purposely outdoing yourself with the song, adding extra waves or twerking harder than usual. to say he was turned on was an understatement, he was amused and watched your movements, raising a brow in amusement as he poked his cheek with his tongue, prompting you to keep your antics up.

once you were the final winner and were leaving with your friends, making a promise to hang out with johnny and his friends again next time. "we're going to go ahead and leave early. we've got another event to attend. we had fun, thanks, guys." soo hyuk said as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the car, shoving you in roughly as he got in the driver's side.

"was it fun? pushing my buttons, i mean," he questioned through gritted teeth as he drove off, knuckled gripping the steering wheel harshly. deciding to play innocent and tilt your head to the side, you hummed out. "what do you mean? it was fun at the arcade with them though, i think i danced the shit out of my legs though." you said as innocently as you could, attempting to hide the shit-eating grin on your face. "keep it up and i will break that pussy of yours right now."

[abyssurvived]

THINGS YOUR MUSE WILL NOTICE ABOUT MINE repost, do not reblog

WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE. ivy stands at 5'5" with a slim, and even build; her chest, waist and hips are proportional, but her limbs are slightly shorter in comparison. her back is in a perpetual slump / hunch, but she typically walks with a speedy gait, chest forward and head on a constant swivel, and hands either tucked in her pockets or swinging. she looks like someone's that had to fought to be taken seriously, because she has; people see her and see just another average person, but there's a lot more to her than you'd expect. ivy weighs roughly 135 lbs, with her frame/demeaner and baggy clothes keeping her tone and slender muscles hidden from the naked eye. her most noticeable facial features easily is her eyes; she has large, wide, deep set and round earthy-green eyes, and her second most prominent feature would be her wide bow-shaped lips with a key-gap between upper & lower lip when smiling, and slightly crooked upper front teeth. her hair is naturally dark auburn red ( closest to her shade ), and is 3B-type curly which is almost always worn down messily and unbrushed, but she will occasionally wear it in either a ponytail or a bun. she has cool undertoned ecru skin, and is covered nearly from her head to her toes is various scars; her most prominent is the deep claw marks that span from across her right collarbone, and end across the back of her right shoulder, followed by the various bite marks ( made by both inhuman and human teeth ) across her shoulders, wrists and both sides of her neck. additionally, she has a large part of her left helix missing due to a game of throwing knives with her sister, various claw & nail marks across her chest/stomach/abdomen ( some deeper than others ), has slightly tipped ears ( see: here ), and to the supernatural eye, she has the faintest outlines of small wings spanning from her shoulder blades to the middle of her back ( see: here ). she refuses to get tattoos for fear of being too easily recognisable, stating that her scars would be more than enough to identify her if needed. clothing wise, when working ivy will wear a casual suit as her uniform; a blazer, a light collared shirt and suit pants, but never a tie, and the top buttons of her shirt is always open; when out of uniform/not working, ivy likes to drown herself in soft flannels, baggy jeans, plain tshirts and long sleeved henleys. she never wears a bra, and is fond of men's underwear; typically stealing hers from one-night stands on buying in bulk from walmart or other supermarkets. for shoes, she only ever wears boots, even when in uniform, she'll be wearing some form of boot. jewellery wise, the only necklace she'll ever wear is marilyn-ann's locket, and either stud or small hooped earrings; she doesn't wear rings nor watches for fear of losing her hand/fingers if they were to get caught. ivy refuses to shave her bodyhair, instead keeping it neatly trimmed; besides the hair on her head, her darkest hair is her underarm and pubic hair, and a slight trail leading from her belly button to her pubic hair, as well as slightly dark hair across her arms, legs

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE. rain, the faint smell of copper, diner coffee, non-descript deodorant, lynx's " ice chill all day fresh, " bodywash, and dr brenner's soap. typically smells most like diner grease, sweat, dirt and blood by the end of the day.

WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE. sensodyne toothpaste, very sweet coffee, various greasy diner foods ( usually burgers, fries or pancakes ), strawberry milkshakes, strawberry gum, blackberries or blueberries depending the season, and various sodas ( off-brand cola, lemonades, energy drinks etc ).

WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE. ( here's a small clip of ivy's voice claim talking. ) ivy has a southern appalachian-influenced west virginian accent, due to her grandfather being from virginia and living in the mountains most of his life, until he left home and moved to the town where he eventually settled and started his family, ivy speaks with an appalachian dialect; she typically drops the letter "g," off of her words, and will combine "y'all," with the starts of words as her father, and grandfather did this too. throughout college, and in the bureau, ivy does tend to soften her accent, partially to prevent being the butt of stereotypical jokes, but also to ensure that people can understand her easily as she has been told throughout her life that it's hard to understand her. around other southern muses she won't hide her accent, and will often speak openly with the dialect that she was raised in as she feels comfortable enough to be that open with them. she has a fast paced way of speaking, often cutting herself off mid-sentence; her voice is smokey, and her tone wavers between erratic and nearly completely monotonous. she often raises her voice to get points across, to catch people's attention and to try and drown out those arguing with her, but rarely outright shouts; only ever doing so if absolutely necessary ( she hears her father when she yells, so does her best to avoid remembering him ). when ivy yells it's with the same tone and affect as someone yelling to scold, or yelling to belittle.

WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE. ivy's hands are rough; years of picking at the callouses have left her with perpetually rough, and tough skin on her fingertips and her palms ( most noticeable around her thumbs ). her scars are smooth, and shiny; years of slathering moisturiser and oils over then to fade tem leaving then surprisingly soft, as is the rest of her skin; ivy makes sure to moisturise after washing, and so her skin is soft to the touch with execptions to the areas that she has callouses ( her hands, and feet ). her hair will often feel standard, not particularly soft, but not incredibly dry, but her roots will often feel powdery and greasy due to dry-shampoo on the days she forgot to shower. the slightly dark hair on her arms and legs is noticeable upon touch, and her scars, despite being soft, to feel raised and bumpy ( especially the larger ones which haven't healed properly ).

taken from @susponte tagging: @YOU

[thetombedspirit]

Velma Redo

It was bound to happen. It was bad enough that they came after my preteens with Dragons: The Nine Realms, now they have the audacity to brutalise my childhood? They basically snatched up my childhood, eviscerated and pulled out it’s entrails, framed them and called it art. Granted, I only saw the first episode, but trust me, once was enough and I’ve heard enough from other reviewers.

So, like Nine Realms before, I decided to try my own hand at redoing this abysmal show because redoing bad shows is both fun and stress relieving.

Now, starting off with Velma Dinkley of course (I will be using Picrew for this: https://picrew.me/secret_image_maker/GWQo0ayzr7bd5eKF )

Alias(es): V, Velm, Dinkley, Dinkle-Toes, Von Dinkenstein

Occupation: Amateur Detective-for-Hire, Research Assistant, Volunteer Liberian, Aspiring Book Writer.

Species: Human

Age: 15

Relative(s): Detective Dave Dinkley (Uncle), Angie Dinkley (Mother), Dale Dinkley (Father)

Ethnicity: Indian-American

Gender: Cisgender Female

Sexuality: Asexual Lesbian

Hair: Brown Bob cut

Skin: Almond Brown with freckles

Eyes: Amber

Attire: Orange sweater, maroon jogger pants, red slip-on shoes, a black hoodie, a maroon beanie, square glasses, red headphones, twin ear studs in each ear.

Friends/Allies: Daphne Blake (friend-enemy-friend) Norville “Shaggy” Rogers (ex-boyfriend-best friend) Fred Jones (former crush-friend)

Hobbies: Mystery Solving, Writing Stories

Likes: Mystery novels, crime shows, crime movies, true crime documentaries, being smart, facts and science

Dislikes: Competing intellectuals, being proven wrong, things not making sense, being alone, her body image, being abandoned

Velma was once a sweet and awkward girl that was obsessed with ghosts and monsters, her absolute favourite always being Frankenstein. She would go out everyday with her best friend Daphne and pretend to look for monsters and protect the town. Her parents were private investigators and loved her very much. Life was good. 

Until one dark and stormy night, she saw a ‘strange monster’ take her parents away. She tries to tell the police about what she saw, but they just think she made it up and eventually concluded that her parents left and abandoned her. Shortly after, Daphne tells her that they can’t be friends anymore and abandons her. Upset that she lost her best friend and she couldn’t remember her parents’ kidnapper, she began to hate anything related to the supernatural and instead turned to logic and facts.

In her teens, she become an A++ student, but is alone, cynical and cold at the world, her only friend being her ex-boyfriend, Norville “Shaggy” Rogers. One day after school, she and her detective uncle, Dave, end up in a car accident, which leads Velma to find a strange tree stump, from which she starts experiences hallucinations of a woman being tried for witchcraft and being burned alive. Scared she’s loosing her mind, she goes to find reason and logic. But there was no time to as the next day, a student was murdered out in the woods, right on the tree stump that Velma found.

Daphne Blake

Alias(es): Daph; Danger-prone Daphne; Miss Blake, Crush (Band Name)

Occupation: Amateur Detective-for-Hire, Secret Hex Girls Band Member, Heiress of Bubbly Blake Products, High School Reporter for Crystal Clear Facts

Species: Human, Wiccan-In-Training

Age: 16

Relative(s): Nedley Blake (Father), Elizabeth Blake (Mother) Helen Black (Grandmother)

Ethnicity: Asian-American

Gender: Cisgender Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hair: Long straight red hair – As Crush – Red hair tied into a high ponytail, curls and a black streak on her fringe.

Skin: Pale Ivory (beauty mark under left eye)

Eyes: Emerald Green

Attire: Green sleeveless high-neck, purple jacket, pink leggings with purple skirt, purple heels, pink heart necklace, heart hoop earrings, purple headband – As Crush – Red tube top, black studded jacket, black ripped jeans, red knee-high boots, gold pentagon star necklace, gold crescent moon earring, red devil-horn headband, black lipstick.

Pet(s): Precious (fluffy white cat)

Friends/Allies: Velma Dinkley (friend-enemy-friend) Fred Jones (crush/on-and-off lover/friend) Norville “Shaggy” Rogers (friend)

Hobbies: Acting, Writing Music, Reporting

Likes: Solving Mysteries, Writing songs and playing music with The Hex Girls, Reporting genuine stories, proving that she’s capable, acting

Dislikes: Her parents treating her like glass, being forced to hold up the façade, fake news and hearsay, being forced to break ties with Velma, her friends being hurt

Daphne and Velma were once best friends and stuck together like glue. But Daphne was quite clumsy and had the habit of getting in all sorts of trouble, earning her the nickname “Danger-Prone Daphne”. Her parents blamed Velma for their ‘precious flower’ always getting hurt and forced Daphne to cut ties with her or they could make life very difficult. The next day, Velma’s parents disappeared and Daphne genuinely thought that her parents hired someone to hurt them. So she cut ties with Velma, leaving the girl to go through her troubles alone.

Years later, Daphne appears to be the perfect daughter; Heir to the Blake fortune, President of the Drama Club and Head Reporter for Crystal Cove High’s newspaper, Crystal Clear Facts. She hangs out with the popular girls, whose idea of roughing it was a mall without high-speed Wi-Fi. But every fortnight, she joins the Hex Girl’s at Ma and Pa Skillett’s Diner as her Hex Girl persona, Crush, and sings her songs with the band.

She was on her way home through the woods when she suddenly hears commotion: something crashing in the distance, vicious howls and roars and screams of a man in pain. Daphne hides away in terror until the noise stops. As she carefully makes her way home, she sees something. The Hex Girls gathering around a tree stump that was covered in someone’s blood. She watches as Thorn collects the blood in a small vial and talks about how ‘she is coming. Coming to bring suffering to Crystal Cove. We have to get ready’. Thorn then performs a spell, disappearing in a veil of smoke with the others. Daphne is stunned and scared and rushes back home. She is so stunned by what happened, she says nothing all day until assembly; where the principal reveals that a student was found murdered on a tree stump out in the woods. Daphne immediately suspects the Hex Girls were the culprits and begins her own investigation to solve the murder.

Fred Jones

Alias(es): Frederick Herman Jones (Full Name) Freddy, King of Crystal Cove High

Occupation: Amateur Detective-for-Hire, Amateur trap-maker, Baseball Player for the Crystal Cove Freaks, Assistant Mechanic at Mean Machine Mechanics

Species: Human

Age: 17

Relative(s): Skip Jones (Father) Peggy Jones (Mother) Eddie Jones (Uncle)

Ethnicity: African-American

Gender: Cisgender Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Hair: Black curly hair in a fade style

Skin: Chocolate brown, seems to always be wearing a band-aid somewhere

Eyes: Dark brown

Attire: White T-shirt bearing the face of the Crystal Cove Freak, the mascot of Crystal Cove High, a blue Letterman jack with the first letter of his name printed on the breast, blue jeans, white sneakers, black ear studs in each ear. He carries an orange neckerchief in his jean pocket.

Friends/Allies: Velma Dinkley (friend), Daphne Blake (crush/on-and-off lover), Norville “Shaggy” Rogers (drug dealer-bully victim-friend)

Hobbies: Reading true crime books, playing baseball, working with cars

Likes: Daphne, Daphne being herself, Working on cars, inventing his own traps, being the star athlete, keeping fit, staying ahead of class, having real friends, protecting his friends

Dislikes: Eddie encouraging him to cheat, People finding out that he used steroids in a game, bullying Shaggy, his inventions not working, his friends in danger, Daphne putting on a façade for her parents.

Fred Jones was always a hyper and inquisitive child. But if there was anything he liked to do, it was make things, anything really, but specifically traps. His parents had a severe rat problem, so he laid a series of ingenious, humane traps to catch all the rats and release them far from their home. Their parents were proud of his ingenious way of thinking, though his uncle Eddie, a professional wrestler, felt it was a waste for a ‘strapping young man’ to not bulk up and be one. “What if a man breaks into the house and robs ya? You not gonna scare him away with a mousetrap”. This would give Fred certain anxieties about not being strong enough to protect his family and put aside his inventions.

In his teens, Fred is having a hard time. Before his first baseball game, Eddie pressured Fred to ‘get a little boost’ to win. Fred initially refused, wanting to win by his own strengths, but Eddie insisted. So Fred went to the best known drug dealer in the school: Norville Rogers a.k.a Shaggy. Shaggy gave him the ‘boost’ as requested and Fred was able to win the game. Guilt ridden for cheating, his anxieties bubbled into misplaced anger, often taking it out on Shaggy via threatening him to never say anything. He and Daphne often hook up during this period, with Daphne feeling like he’s holding something back.

One day, Fred and Eddie are called into the principal’s office, with evidence that Fred was taking boosters during the game and is thus suspended from the next game. Fred immediately assumes Shaggy ratted him out and goes to confront him. He follows Shaggy into the woods and is about to confront him when a strange animal suddenly attacks Shaggy. Fred is in shock before a Great Dane appears and lures the animal away, leaving the wounded boy on the forest floor, bleeding out. Fred steps up and takes Shaggy out of the woods and too the hospital. Fred is quiet the next day. His teammates aren’t talking to him and he’s not sure to describe what he saw last night. Then he hears about the murdered student at assembly and couldn’t help but wonder: was the thing that attacked Shaggy the killer? And was Shaggy its’ intended victim?

Norville “Shaggy” Rogers

Alias(es): Norville (Real Name), Shaggy, Shag, the Invincible Shaginator

Occupation: Amateur Detective-for-Hire, Small-time drug dealer, Dog walker

Species: Human (formerly) Werewolf

Age: 17

Relative(s): Sheriff Colton Rogers (Father), Paula Rogers (Mother), Margaret Rogers (Little Sister)

Ethnicity: Canadian-American

Gender: Cisgender Male

Sexuality: Straight

Hair: Dusty blonde in a really unruly style, shadow beard

Skin: Ivory

Eyes: Light Brown

Attire: A lime green t-shirt and hoodie with baggy brown pants, black Velcro shoes, a red beanie over his head, three black ear studs in each ear, a pair of red headphones

Pet(s): Scooby-Doo (Great Dane)

Friends/Allies: Velma Dinkley (ex-girlfriend-best friend) Fred Jones (client-bully-friend) Daphne Blake (client-friend)

Hobbies: Eating, sleeping, Dog Walking, watching scary movies, listening to music

Likes: Anything to do with Scooby-Doo, Fake monster effects, Halloween, Dog walking, eating, sleeping, KISS band, Wülfsmöøn band, Hex Girls band, having actual friends, the pros of being a werewolf (I.E super strength, super speed, super senses)

Dislikes: Real monsters and ghouls, Scooby-Doo in danger, being alone, his friends in danger, the cons of being a werewolf (I.E the extra appetite, the bloodlust, the full moon illness) being used as bait, dealing drugs.

Shaggy was always a quiet child, a loner. Never really interacting with others. He got alone better with the dogs from his father’s K9 unit then he did with kids his own age. This isolation only grew with the disappearance of the Dinkley couple, though he did reach out to Velma in her time of need, earning her friendship and ending his loneliness. All he ever wanted was a dog of his own, but his parents always refused.

In his teen years, he has gotten himself into a bind. He has gotten to using creative substances, mostly weed, behind his father’s back as a method of decompressing from anxiety attacks. But he soon fell in deep and suddenly became the biggest name in the school for drug dealing. He hates that it got this far, but he knows that he can’t pull out or tell his dad, as word would get out and ruin his father’s career. One such deal was giving Fred a booster for his baseball game, which lead to Fred constantly threatening him to keep it secret or he’ll tell his father. So Shaggy was officially stuck. Aside from that, his life was… fine. He and Velma dated for a while before deciding it was better to remain friends and they stuck together through thick and thin.

He ends the day with decided to head to his secret cabin in the woods, not wanting to deal with his dad at the moment (unaware that a disillusioned Fred was following close behind) when something big suddenly tackled him to the ground, biting into his shoulder. Shaggy screams in agony, but vaguely makes out a dog, a Great Dane to be exact, lead the animal away as Fred picks him up and takes him to the hospital. Despite the viciousness of the attack, Shaggy comes out of it alright, though he is very dizzy and tired. All he knew was that he was feeling… hungry. Like, hungrier then usual. And his senses appear to be in overdrive, able to hear and smell things he wouldn’t usually hear or smell. And on top of it all, that Great Dane seemed to be following him around everywhere. 

When the principal announced the murder of a fellow student, Shaggy wondered if the thing that attacked him killed the girl. He tries to forget the whole ordeal, but stumbles upon the Great Dane again, who upon further inspection, is heavily malnourished and scared. Shaggy brings the dog home and gives him a bath and a nutritious meal; during the bath, he discovers that the dog had a collar with a name: Champion. Shaggy speaks honestly and tells him that he doesn’t look like a Champion and thinks of something else. Spying the box of dog food labelled Scooby Snacks, he asks: “What do you think of Scoobert, or Scooby for short?” Scooby barks, seemingly in agreement. And so Shaggy finally found his own Man’s Best Friend.

Scooby-Doo (this art was made by u/ArtMakerProductions)

Alias(es): Champion (former name) Scoobert-Doo, Scooby-Doo

Occupation: Guard Dog (Formerly) Rogers family pet, Amateur detective dog, Therapy dog

Species: Dog (Great Dane)

Age: 7 years

Relative(s): *** *********** (Former owner) Shaggy Rogers (Owner) Colton Rogers (Family) Paula Rogers (Family) Margaret “Maggie” Rogers (Family)

Gender: Male

Fur: Brown with black spots on his shoulders and back

Eyes: Brown

Attire: Leather red collar with spiked studs and the name “Champion” engraved (formerly) A felt blue collar with a Scooby-Doo themed name tag, with his name and Shaggy’s phone number on the back.

Friends/Allies: Norville “Shaggy” Rogers (Owner/Best Friend), Velma Dinkley (Friend) Fred Jones (Friend) Daphne Blake (Friend)

Likes: Shaggy, His friends, Scooby Snacks, Being petted, his Scooby-Doo collar, Trying to make everyone happy, keeping everyone safe

Dislikes: His friends being hurt/in danger, Doing something immoral, Scary monsters

Scooby-Doo didn’t have a good rearing as a pup. A nameless pup, he was sold from owner to owner and given many names, but none would ever stick. Eventually he came into the care of a certain character that was in need of a guard dog, and was given the name “Champion”. The man hoped for Champion to be a guard dog to help hide his more illicit secrets. It would be witnessing this secret that causes Champion to run in terror. Angered, the man sends ‘a friend’ to ‘take care of the worthless mutt’. This friend would chase Champion all through the woods, causing a car to crash and an innocent young man getting caught in his chaser’s jaws. Champion couldn’t let the boy die and attacked the monster, bringing his attention back to him and fleeing once more. It was only with the break of dawn did Champion truly escape.

The next morning, Champion crossed paths with the young man the monster attacked, who saw the Great Dane’s abused state and brought him home for some well deserved rest, cleaning and nourishment. Upon finding the red collar and reading the name “Champion” the dog whined and scuttled away, prompting Shaggy to get rid of the collar. Figuring the poor animal needed a new name, his eyes fell on the television, where the commercial for the pet food brand “Scooby Snacks! A treat so good, your furry friend will sing the words: Scooby Dooby Doo!” and so, Scooby was given his brand new name, a name that he was sure would stick this time.

While the most cowardly dog ever met, Scooby’s more then makes up for it with his undying loyalty to Mystery Inc. always pulling through for them no matter how scared. He comforts them in their darkest hours, protects them in their moment of need and is always there to put a smile on their faces with his goofy antics.

[whimsyswastry]

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<3 <3 Thank you  @greypetrel​ for the tag. Sorry it’s taken me a bit...that ADHD urge to rearrange in the middle of the night on a work day hit on earlier this week and my loft has been a disaster area since.

I think I filled out something similar not too long ago, but as I’m pretty sure most of my answers have changed since then, I shall fill it out again. Plus, I love being tagged :D

Share your wallpaper: I’m rocking the Dragon Age love. A beautiful and complicated piece you can find here, by @lethendralis-paints

Last song you listened to: Feeling nostalgic for being 18 so I’m listening to Here (In Your Arms) by Hellogoodbye

Currently reading: Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo for the second time. The entrire grishaverse gripped me in a way I hadn’t felt since H*P* when I was like 9 years old. Plus, who doesn’t love Wesper?

Last movie: Quasi on Hulu by the people who made Super Troopers. Surprisingly funny, but definitely one of those dumb improv movies you need to be in the mood for.

Last show: lol also Supernatural. I missed Cas, so I’m re-watching some of my favorite episodes while I design a digital planner.

Craving: Sleep. I gave in to my recent craving of homemade brownies and now just need to sugar crash.

What are you wearing right now: A loose 2-piece pj set, blank spaghetti straps and black shorts.

How tall are you: I converted my height from imperial and apparently I am also around 166 cm.

Piercings: Two in each ears that usually has tiny hoops in it. I also had a triple forward helix which was SO AWESOME, but itched like mad so I took them out and let it close.

Tattoos: One on each wrist and a handful of others that I plan on getting if I ever commit the time and money.

Glasses? Contacts? Glasses. I used to wear contacts on special occasions, but I’ve embraced the glasses 24/7 lifestyle.

Last drink: Water

Last thing you ate: The aforementioned brownies

Favorite color: It changes pretty regularly. As far as clothing goes, I really like dark reddish purple, that orange-y yellow, olive green, and eggplant. Any jewel tone really. But I’m also a fan of those sickly sweet pastels when I’m doodling.

Current obsession: I’m between obsessions honestly. I guess the closest thing would be the digital planner I’m designing. Can’t wait until the DA or ME bug bites me again, though. Particularly because I’m *so* close to having completed my second draft of Operation Leviathan, but my brain just won’t do the thing.

Any pets: One adorable, stubborn, sassy basset mix.

Favorite fictional character: Only one? Umm....Castiel comes to mind immediately. But he’s just the current one, not my all time favorite…all-time favorite is probably…. Kaidan Alenko.

Tagging || I tagged a bunch of people last time and am feeling shy...so please consider yourself tagged and don’t forget to tag me if you do it! <3

[gehenna-calling]

Desmoda's top 5 fashion things. like for example anklets. does tha tmake sense. whatever just talk about her Fashion in top 5 format. also sorry if i spelled htis name wrong too. too lazy 2 look it up.

DISCOVERS THESE ASKS IN MY INBOX MORE THAN A WEEK LATER. OOPS

anyway yes this is a fun prompt. let's see if i can put my Thoughts into order

rings! the more the merrier. i make a lot of my characters ring hoarders bc i wish i wore them more, but i think des specifically likes Big Fancy Rocks... Statement Pieces... and then wears them all at once. the decadence

big earrings. close second to rings for her, for much the same reasons. big hoops, sparkly ones that look more like light fittings, anything that draws attention.

dramatically oversized over-garments. big coats, jackets with shoulder pads, big loose shirts. it is the 80s style but also because she likes to make a statement.

heels. even for "casual wear". claims it's for fashion, and it is, but it's also because she is quite short and doesn't like being looked down on. celerity grants you supernatural speed, uncanny grace, and the ability to walk smoothly in heels. she has fallen down a flight of stairs at least once

chokers. bonus points if they're fancy and vintage or match her outfit.

[herstory5]

 “Miss Supadupa Fly”

The music of the '90s is something that I deeply miss. My formative years were soundtracked by songs from this era. You couldn't help but get down to the rhythms and adhere to the messages because they were so innovative. My senses brightened as our professor discussed Missy Elliot's Afrofuturist imprint in music during lecture. Missy was a visionary who brought Afrofuturism into the mainstream. It was while watching BET’s 106 & Park with my sister and cousin that I first saw Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott dangling in the focal point of a lens, as if floating in the air encased in a large, inflated garbage bag, gold hoop earrings, round helmet, and bug-eye sunglasses. This video alone had us enthralled.  We were quickly enrolled into the "Hee-hee-hee-ha" fan club. LOL!

In 1997, after nearly a decade of hardcore gangsta and political rap, Missy provided us instantaneous authorization to be strange, different, and purely humorous without resorting to gimmickry or originality. Feminine but not stereotypically so, she proved that people could appreciate a woman for more than just her physical appearance "cute face and chubby waist" (in 2005's "Lose Control"), decades prior to the topic of positive body image became a hot topic in the entertainment industry. She didn't utilize her sexuality to write a story of fantasy but rather to evoke wonder. We were witnessing someone who was opposed to our ideas of what a woman should be like, and it was ground-breaking during this era. I was a teenager at Missy Elliot's peak popularity. On Saturday nights, my friends and I would frequent, "World on Wheels (W.O.W)." Every Angeleno knows that W.O.W. was the place to be on a Saturday night. The music was a motivating force that got you moving, and things got lit on the skating floor when the DJ began mixing Missy and Timbaland.

When groups that are underrepresented are presented with futures in which they do not appear, it sends the wrong message. And especially for young Black girls who are exposed to discrimination and gender bias from an early age, positive portrayals of the future are crucial. Missy often goes into futuristic concepts in her art, creating imaginative scenes that include spaceships, superheroes, and other aspects of science fiction. Unmatched depictions of black people in pop-culture. Black folk have historically experienced the pull of the cosmic vibration that unites us all. Despite the challenges, we draw from our life stories and blend them with our supernatural powers to produce a narrative that is unmatched in its vividness, originality, and unmistakable uniqueness.  Missy Elliott has been called one of the great Afrofuturists, and rightfully so; she is responsible for a number of the most groundbreaking works in musical history. Realism and the actual soul of Black folk are reflected in her music, dancing, videography, and sense of style.

In order to ensure that young Black females visualize a promising future, Afrofuturism is vital.  Black women of today are creators, leaders, and heroines who can do anything. Missy has paved a path for other black women to carry the torch, like Janelle Monaè.

[in-my-feels-probably]

hi! could i have option two please? a romantic matchup with any of the teen characters from stranger things (male or female) since i’m 18? x

firstly, i use she/her pronouns. i am 5’2, have brown hair that reaches to my chest, hazel eyes, pale skin and a pear shaped, average physique. i also have a stoma bag on the right side of my stomach and a scar going from the middle of my stomach to the bottom. i usually wear a pair of hoop earrings, two/three rings across both hands and black painted nails. i either wear no make-up when i’m at home or light make-up (eyebrows, mascara, concealer) when i go out. i usually wear my hair down or in a ponytail and my style ranges from sweatpants and a sweater to anything chic, but recently i’ve been loving skirts in particular :)

some of my favourite things include fantasy/romance books, action and mystery movies (knives out and back to the future are my favourites of all time), new york city and any songs by fleetwood mac or queen.

i’m quite nerdy, so i love marvel movies and tv shows such as supernatural and the boys. i’m the type of person to create character arcs and future plot points as theories and nerd out about them to my friends. i’m autistic as well, so i infodump stuff like this to my friends quite a lot. linking to my autism again, i’m very shy, but i open up once i get closer to you (i kinda don’t stop talking once i’m comfortable around you). i have quite a positive outlook on life, i don’t like other people bullying others for their interests or things out of their control (sexuality, race, gender etc). i’m told i’m quite organised and determined, as well as a good friend who people can trust.

other hobbies i have are editing, playing guitar, singing (especially theatre) and chatting with friends. i also like to defend and fight for equal rights and justice across all subjects, primarily doing this through social media.

okay, that should be everything, thank you for doing this !

hi! thank you for participating :)

i ship you with jonathan!

in high school, he would think you’re so pretty. it would take him a while to build up the courage to talk to you, but once he finally did, you’d immediately click. you’d have so much in common. id consider him to be pretty nerdy, and he would absolutely love talking about movie franchises or comic books or anything else that you’re into. he would think you’re adorable, ranting about all your favorite things and theories to him, listening to you with a little smile on his face. i’m not sure if he would listen to fleetwood mac or queen on his own, but you’d definitely hook him on them, and he’d end up buying their records and tapes. and in return, he’d make you mixtapes, or have you listen to some of his favorite music when you hung out. once you got really close, he’d know he could tell you anything. you’d mutually trust each other with anything. jonathan got harassed a decent amount in high school, even a little still after. he’d know that you absolutely hate that, and would be there to comfort him whenever he needed it. you’d have to remind him how good of a guy you think he is, and that it doesn’t matter what any asshole says about him because it’s not true. he would have lucked out with you, knowing that you didn’t give a shit about what anyone else said. you’d always be there to support him, and will too. will would really like you, joining in on hanging out with you sometimes.

after jonathan showed will the clash, he’d be sucked in immediately. maybe one day, you’d surprise them both by learning on of their favorite songs. you’d bring over your guitar, playing it for them. it would become a routine. jonathan would call, asking you to come over, sounding a little upset. you’d know that either him or will had a rough day, and needed some cheering up. so you’d bring your guitar, letting yourself in and plopping down on the couch. they’d come out of their rooms when they hear you, coming into the living room.

jonathan would smile at the sight of you, with your guitar in your lap. “you brought your guitar.”

“i did,” you’d say, motioning for them to sit down. “any requests?”

“you’re the best. you make it so easy to love you.” jonathan would say.

“ew. get a room,” will would joke, fake gagging. “but he’s right, you really are.”

you’d fight off a blush, shaking your head. “hush, stop it. seriously though, sit down and give me a song. i learned some new ones.”

[ofauroradreams]

for your consideration, a list of Liana's body mods and scars (some NSFT in nature):

PIERCINGS:

She has a number of ear piercings: one lobe piercing and an auricle/rim piercing on her left ear; and two lobe piercings and an industrial piercing on her right ear.

A nose piecing on her left nostril, usually a stud, sometimes a hoop. She thought about getting a septum piercing but has so far decided against it. She doesn't wear her nose piercing when she wants to appear professional or formal.

She got these piercings between the ages of 15 and 17, during her so-called rebellious "phase". The same time she learned to love leather jackets, skinny jeans and biker boots.

Sometime around or after she turns 21, she gets her right nipple pierced. It's partly for sexual purposes but also just because she wants it, and it's a symbol of how comfortable she's grown to feel in her identity.

Sometime later, she gets her tongue pierced: a midline piercing. For a while, she debated piercing her belly button too; but it wasn't her style.

TATTOOS:

At the age of sixteen (after becoming formally emancipated and changing her name), her first tattoo is a pair of feathered wings that span the width of her shoulders on her back. Some people mistake these for being angel wings; they are not. They are simply wings. Sometimes she likes to flex her shoulders like they're real and she can actually fly.

From here, she has a number of falling feathers tattooed below the wings: each feather represents someone she has loved and lost: her mother, her brother, her first boyfriend, her second boyfriend, etc. These feathers are detailed with the date she lost them. There is generally around 13 of these, but the numbers vary by verse and timeline.

The Japanese proverb "stumbling seven times but recovering eight" written in kanji is tattooed around her right ankle.

The Japanese proverb "after the rain, earth hardens" written in kanji along her right forearm.

The Japanese proverb "continuance is strength" in kanji is tattooed on her left hip.

On the back of her neck, just under her hairline, the signature of Adelaide Lily (her famous but anonymous artist alias) is tattooed in white. It's a small, looping flower symbol: 'Adelaide' paints it (also in white) in the bottom left of every painting she paints.

She's currently working on a tattoo sleeve for her left arm: currently she has a ruby red dragon wrapping around her bicep. She's not sure what else to add to it at the moment.

She also has a small white rose tattoo on her inner left wrist: white roses are her favourite flowers.

SCARS:

Some small, faded surgery scars along her left forearm: from a time when her father broke her arm and she needed surgery to help it set and heal. Also a major source of trauma.

Self-harm scars -- faded as well -- lining her inner thighs.

Scratch mark scars along her right forearm: during periods of dissociation, Liana is prone to scratching at her right arm as if experiencing an itch that never goes away. A particularly severe case of this left her with faint scars after causing herself to bleed from persistence.

Possible gunshot scar in her right shoulder in some verses. Causes the occasional pain but is mostly insignificant.

Both forearms in any verse with magic are littered with runes, branded into her skin. These are self-inflicted, as Liana attempted to bind her powers out of trauma and grief. Depending on if she has her magic back, the rune brands may look like they've been cut through.

Certain verses (primarily: Fallout and Supernatural) will have claw scars down her back, from a deathclaw and a werewolf respectively. These scars are deep and ragged, and both occurred from a near-death situation.

Certain verses (primarily CODverse) will have scars that are the remnants of torture, from captivity. Mostly featured around her torso, and are from a variety of wounds (cuts, burns, etc). Most noticeable on her back, where there is a distinct wound pattern (altho she does not speak about it).

MASS EFFECT:

Mass Effect has its own scars: before Cerberus, she has a scar across her face from the Akuze mission, where she and her team fell victim to a thresher maw. After Cerberus, her body is littered with scars from being woken before her body had fully regenerated. In time, and with enough healing, they might have eventually healed and faded; but she never had the chance.

Her body is littered with scars from various battle wounds: both as a member of the Alliance; and also from when she was younger, as she participated in fight clubs and the occasional crime to get money for her younger foster siblings. These scars are gone when Cerberus revives her.

Her tattoos are also removed during the Cerberus revival. In Mass Effect 3, she takes steps to get her wings re-tattooed onto her: a painful procedure, as it involves tattooing over her Cerberus scars, which are very raw and still quite open. But she perseveres because her wings are important to her.

[19orionis]

🖊🖊🖊🖊 yes thats an excuse to do four different things. GO.

THANKS SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN! These will be pretty random. Here we go:

Lazare

When he's had time, Lazare has volunteered at a soup kitchen. I think he laments not being able to do so as much once his café business gets up and running and he still tries to give financially.

He's attempted yoga (and still does other workouts that help with bone density).

His current style of dress came about some time into his stint as an administrative assistant before (going back to) college when he started getting bored of regular business casual. He's had some great luck with finding sweaters at vintage stores.

It wasn't until he was actually in college that he started getting tattoos and piercings, I think. For awhile there I think he was considering them but thought he was "too old" or that he couldn't pull them off. Some fellow 40something hipsters set him straight, thankfully.

2. Jaime

Jaime is one of the few people who bought someone else's project car and actually made it WORK well enough to be a daily. It's an old red (is there really any other acceptable color?) '90s Corvette that still has some cosmetic damage. He does not care and loves that thing to death.

He's going into robotics, but he can't quite decide what he wants to do with it yet. He's leaning towards bionics and prosthetics research: he watched a ton of sci-fi shit as a kid (especially the original Transformers) and has always been fascinated by the intersection of man and machine. He might add some medical/anatomy shit to his degree to get his foot in the door there.

Jaime does not believe in ghosts. His roommate, Remus, does.

Sour gummy worms are his favorite candy :)

3. Remus

Remus and Lazare met through the Aesthetics class that Ben teaches. They're pretty different people at different points in their life, but they like to chat and eat lunch together in between classes sometimes.

Remus has super long hair that they keep pulled up and hidden under their beanie. Everybody asks them why they won't cut it, and they can never figure out how to explain it: they really do like their hair, but leaving it out increases how often they're misgendered. They hope to one day be at a point where they can keep it out without getting "ma'am"ed from behind.

Remus is pretty straight-edge. They got in with some weird people in high school and that kind of killed any appeal that drugs and alcohol had for them.

They faint sometimes. Doctors still haven't figured out why.

4. Lance

One of Lance's biggest regrets is not catching Jimi Hendrix in concert when he was still alive.

He's Remus's boss (they're his familiar). Lance, whenever he can, is pretty discerning with his victims, and Remus will occasionally offer to find him some frat boys. Lance declines this pretty much every time-- he feels bad about eating young people, and frat bros tend to not taste very good in his experience.

Lance used to be a wildlife photographer! He still has a big interest in photography, specifically the technology and also finding techniques best suited for capturing evidence of supernatural phenomena. Given that Remus is a film major who one day wants to run a ghost hunting show, the two of them have a lot to talk about during their downtime.

Lance turns 100 in 2030. I think this prompts a lot of existential contemplation about a lot of things he's never thought to change about himself. That leads to him getting his ears pierced and trying out a few ways of going fem (nothing huge and still things that harmonize with his current aesthetic. Different ways of wearing flannel, trying other cuts/fits of denim, he'd be bothered by dangly earring specifically but would like small hoops and studs, all still practical) the latter of which isn't a permanent change, but something he's glad he tried and might pull out again even farther into the future. The earrings stay, though.

[versti-fantur]

supernatural to-hell-and-back tshirt and hoop earrings that say BABYGIRL in gothic font. absolutely representative

what are you wearing rn and is it representative of your style

[livealittleoc-cb]

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: The Avatar of Pride

⋆｡°✩ Biblical Name: The Devil

⋆｡°✩ Human Name: Mochizuki Ryōsuke

⋆｡°✩ All sins are contained into the Underworld unless with their guardian, given special permission from a deity of the underworld or have someone outside of hell to take care of them

⋆｡°✩ Pride is not one to take interest in others all that easily! He is much more obsessed with himself then anyone else so his interest being peaked would take longer then the other sins. She should not be trusted without her guardian around! Very manipulative and narcassistic. [please take this into consideration when interacting!]

⋆｡°✩ Just like other supernaturals/gods/etc. the sins have a human form if allowed to walk on Earth/Human Realm

⋆｡°✩ In "human" form Harajuku, Japan, in Astria he's from Otril

⋆｡°✩ He / She | Homosexual, Poly | 22 [Human Years], is actually about 1,000+ years | 06/01 [Gemini] | 5'8"

⋆｡°✩ He is:

arrogant

narcissist

a show off

the hottest shit [in his mind]

is better then everyone else [again in his own mind]

spontaneous

flirty

over the top

flamboyant

Demon, Hybrid, Animal && Human Forms/Sin Info

⋆｡°✩ was prince of the 3rd Circle [Gluttony]

⋆｡°✩ contained into the form of a Indian Peafowl, Black Fancy Mouse or a Maine Coon [Depends on how nice Ari is feeling that day or if he's in hell] 

⋆｡°✩ in his demon form he is 6'8", has a purpleleathery wings [20 ft/ 610 cm wingspan], a set of up curled black && purple horns on the sides of their head, his ears are pointed && wears silver hoop earrings, has a tattooes of a triangles && lines in multiple areas, purple long claws, he has a long leathery tail with dark purple fluff at the end [16 ft/ 488 cm], their legs are similar in shape to goats legs, his tongue is long && pointed [2 ft/ 61 cm long], has 1 set of fangs, his whites are all black && his pupils glow purple, his crown would sit on his head when he was prince [amethyst gems && silver], they typically wears shorts, knee high boots with garter belts && a crop top everything in black && purple tones

⋆｡°✩ his horns have a period of being sensetive, DO NOT TOUCH UNLESS CLOSE && TRUSTED!

⋆｡°✩ in hybrid form [mouse] he has cute round mouse ears, whispers or no whiskers && a mouse tail [cat] he has two cat ears, whiskers or no whiskers && fluffy brown tail, will never see him in his peacock form

⋆｡°✩ in human form his skin is pale, has a tattoo on his right arm, has many piercings especially on his ears, always has makeup on && is well groomed all the time, wears a lot of rings && necklaces, he wasn't allowed to keep anything from his past life, has twinkly && cool dark purple eyes, nails always nicely manicured, always has acrylics or his nails are always painted, always wears the best clothes

⋆｡°✩ his wings sometimes come out [his leg shape might also change]

⋆｡°✩ when angered or annoyed his eyes will glow purple with little bursts of purple "explosions" pop around them

⋆｡°✩ Resides: District 6 [former], District 1 [current]

⋆｡°✩ Languages: As a demon speaks all languages, focuses on Japanese && English, can speak in tongues

⋆｡°✩ Representative Colors: Grey, Dark Purple, Black

⋆｡°✩ Guardian: The Black Rose [5th in Command for the Reaper Council]

⋆｡°✩ Guardian Mark: Mirror on his Left Pec

⋆｡°✩ Curse: N/A

⋆｡°✩ likes: himself, mirrors, HIMSELF, very revealing clothing, being well groomed, makeup, H I M S E L F!

⋆｡°✩ dislikes: everyone else, messes, dirt

Powers

can become smaller when they feel threatened

can create idle view of himself [causes people to be entranced && obsessed with him]

gender switching

impressive lie [can tell any lie && you'll believe it]

NSFW

⋆｡°✩ a switch, has no real preference but does like being taken cared off during && after sex; some of his kinks are marking [receiving && giving], collaring [receiving && giving], pet play [will be your kitten only if partner is okay with it], breeding [receiving && giving], size kink, public, impact play [receiving && giving], praise [receiving && giving], hair pulling [giving && receiving], orgasam control [receiving && giving, oral [receiving && giving], free use [giving && receiving], humilation [giving && receiving], choking [giving && receiving], bdsm [most elements], double penetration [receiving], overstim [giving && receiving], mirror sex, hate sex, whipping [giving && receiving]

⋆｡°✩ hard nos: feet, watersports, wasteplay

⋆｡°✩he prefers harder kinks but will not force this on his partner[s], does also like softer kinks

⋆｡°✩ his eyes turn a deep deep purple if he is arroused

⋆｡°✩ safe word: reflection

⋆｡°✩ uses 🪞 or 💜 on dash

Relationship Statuses

⋆｡°✩ in the underworld && looking for attention

⋆｡°✩ single [0/2-3]; uninterested

⋆｡°✩ friends: Greed [Sugar Daddy Crow 🐦‍⬛], Envy [Little Chaos 🐍], Gluttony [Little Sweetie 🥧]

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