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yoonlattesworld · 3 years

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Little kitten

Part:9

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Summary: This story is about a cat hybrid who has been homeschooled for the most of her life because of her parents,so what happens when she goes to school for the first time and meets someone who changes her life and reveals many secrets of her life?

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*Here i present you mint yoongi to bless your soul*

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The next day y/n woke up before her alarm started ringing ao removing the blanket off her body and stretching like a star fish , she sighed contently and got up from her bed only to sit down immediately due to the sudden blood rush in her head(this happens to me all the time) shaking her head she got up again but a little slowly this time and went to her bathroom while scratching her white fluffy ear gently with her tail swinging lazily. She brushed her teeth,and did her daily routine and wearing her nicely ironed uniform before rolling her tail around her waist to hide it. Taking her bag she went downstairs and was greeted by a maid "good morning miss y/n,did you sleep well?" "Mmm good morning and i slept well"she replied smiling kindly.

While the maids were serving her breakfast, another maid came to her bowing she said"Miss y/n,Mr l/n called this morning saying that they might not be able to return today. He said that there was some delay in work so they will be back at Monday evening". Y/n's mouth made an 'O' shape a little sad that she has to live alone for more days. But she shaked her head trying not to be sad 'today is Thursday so they will be back in 3 or 4 days it's okay! Work is important' she thinked to herself nodding her head.

After finishing her breakfast,and wearing her favourite beanie she went outside to see Mr song standing there with a panicked face "ajusshi what's wrong?are you alright?"she asked with wide eyes "Miss y/n my daughter is in labour right now and her mom is alone there a..and she said that there are some complications so they have to do a surgery and i need to be there "he replied panicking more. "T..then you should hurry up and go! Don't worry about me ajusshi i can go on my own"she said gasping "n..no the school is on yhe way to the hospital so i will drop you off but I don't know if I will be able to pick you up" "it's alright i can manage on my own you don't have to come and you can go right now-" he cut her off by opening the car door"no c'mon sit down i will drop you off right now and then go to the hospital" she nodded while running to the car and mr song drived quickly to the school . You see,Mr song's daughter is a widow. Her husband died in an accident while she was just 2 months pregnant and since then she has been living with her parents.

They reached the school and before he could say anything she opened her door and got out of the car "you don't have to pick me up ajusshi i can go on my own I'm a big girl now" she told him smiling"and show me the photos of the baby!" Mr song looked reluctant but gave in knowing he won't win towards her"okay but promise me that you will call me once you reach home and please be carefull little miss" "okay! I promise bye!"she started walking away and mr song made sure she reached inside the school and then drived away because even though she told her that she can manage and that is a big girl now he knows that she doesn't know anything about this world.

While y/n walked inside the school gate , she noticed that some people were looking at her and talking about something too. Why were they looking at her?she doesn't know them . She just kept her head down and started walking towards her first class. Reaching there she saw everyone talking among themselves but when they saw her, they immediately stopped talking and looked at her . This caused her to again look down and silently walk to her seat. Because she has kept her head down,she didn't noticed yoongi sitting there and glaring at them which caused them to look away because damm that boy is scary.

Y/n sat down on her seat and then she noticed yoongi sitting besides her. He was looking at her but when she looked at him,he looked away . Y/n started fiddling her fingers not knowing what to do. Was he mad at her? But he was talking to her yesterday...did she do anything wrong?why did he looked away? Did she annoyed him yesterday?All these thoughts were roaming inside her head till the teacher came in and started the lecture. While yoongi was thinking that why was he avoiding her now?

The whole lecture went away with y/n thinking that yoongi is mad at her and yoongi looking at her secretly when she was taking notes. As the bell ranged , signalling the lecture was over,she mustered every ounce of courage and grabbed his sleeve when he was leaving. Yoongi immediately stopped and looked down to see a small hand grabbing his sleeve tightly and then looked up to see y/n looking down at her shoes while biting her lower lip nervously. His eyes momentarily fell on her lips but he quickly looked up "do you need anything?"he asked her mentally kicking himself as that came off a little rude. She quickly took her hand back from his sleeve while stuttering thinking that he is mad at her"a..are you m..mad at me?" She asked him in a small voice and his eyes immediately softened. She thought he was mad at her because of his behaviour. He didn't mean to make her feel that way. He was just scared about how much effect she has on him in just one day .He sighed and took her soft small hand in his bigger slightly roughed ones. "No I'm not mad you... I'm sorry for acting like that"he said while rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. Her eyes widened and She immediately blushed at the contact and started stuttering more "a..ah um o... okay" . Yoongi smiled a bit as she nervously said"umm t.. the next will start soon w..we should get going"while looking down at her shoes. He nodded and pulled her out of her desk and started walking towards the door all while holding her hand. He didn't let her hand go till he walked to her to her class claiming that he did so because his class is on that way too while y/n was confused because if she remembers correctly,then his class is on the opposite direction. But she didn't said anything and went inside when he let her hand go. She was still blushing a little while yoongi smirked at how cute she is and started walking towards his class slowly even though he knows that he is late.

The second lecture rolled by in a blur and the third lecture was a little bit fun because taehyung and jimin were making funny face at her which resulted in them getting scolded. After the bell ranged signalling the first lunch break started,she made her way out of her class and her eyes widened a bit seeing other five boys standing there smiling at her. "What a..are you all doing here?" She asked while jimin came and put an arm around her shoulder earning a glare from a certain panthers. "We were waiting for you!" Replied jungkook while everyone was stifling their laugh because they knew he is doing this on purpose. "O..oh um alright then let's go?"y/n replied nervously because everyone was staring at them like owls because this is the first time they have seen the boys talking to a girl so freely. "Okay! let's go!"chirped jimin and started walking towards there usual spot while dragging y/n with him. All the while yoongi was glaring at jimin and jimin? Well he knew that but he was enjoying this a little too much because it's not everyday you see Min yoongi getting jealous. But Jin decided to help him and went to slap jimin's head which caused him to yelp and let y/n go. Y/n giggled a little and they all reached at the back of there school and sat down to eat there food. Y/n sat besides yoongi which made him smile a bit.

All the boys talked and ate there food while y/n sat ate her sandwich in silence. Yoongi gently took her beanie off her head revealing her fluffy ears and she looked at him with wide eyes but quickly looked away feeling shy. All the boys watched the interaction with a tiny smile. Yoongi couldn't stop looking at her. He thought that she looked really cute with her mouth full and cheeks puffed with her fluffy ears that twitched at every new sound. After finishing there food they talked a bit and then started to walk back to there classes . Yoongi,y/n and hoseok went together as they have the same class. Nothing much happened at the rest of the lectures and now it was the time of the second lunch break when jin asked y/n"hey y/n if you don't mind me asking,what did you mean when you said you have been locked at your home this whole time?did you not go out at all?" Y/n's face fell a little but she still smiled and said "yeah i haven't gone out of my house since years. My parents don't let me they said that it's for my safety so it's my first time going school. Although they are at business trips all of the times.". "For your safety?"namjoon repeated with a confused face . "Yeah they always said that they have saved me from the streets when i was much younger although i don't remember anything,but i must be true since they are not hybrids" . Yoongi looked in deep thought and others were still confused but didn't asked anything as it might be a sensitive topic.

At the time of there last lecture which was the free lecture,they decided to sit in the library, jungkook, taehyung and jimin wanted to skip again but jin denied that and told them to study which is why they are pouting right now. They all sat at the very back where there were less students. Yoongi was sitting on the opposite side of y/n so they were now sitting face to face. Y/n was completing her homework while yoongi couldn't stop thinking about there conversation back at the lunch break. He was still thinking about it when "yoongi?" A soft voice broke his train of thoughts and he looked up to see y/n looking at him with a curious and concerned expression"are you okay?" "Yeah...why?" "Umm n..nothing i just thought something is bothering you that's why...."she trailed off while yoongi took a deep breath and looked at her again"y/n is this really the first time you went out of your house?"he aaked her seriously and she nodded "y..yeah i don't remember when was the last time i went out that's why i begged my parents to let me go to school and i used to study through online classes so yeah this is my first time going out of my house" yoongi nodded ,again looking in deep thought so she continued her homework not knowing that he is staring at her.

The bell ranged signalling it was time to go home and all of them packed there things and started walking towards the front gate with y/n walking in between of them. As they reached there, all the boys except yoongi started leaving while y/n was clutching the straps of her bag nervously thinking that she has to go home alone as even though she told mr song not to worry,she was still scared. "Why are you standing here?"she jumped when she heard a deep voice behind her , turning around,she saw yoongi standing there leaning down a Little. His face was so close to her's that she can feel his breath hitting on her nose. She bit her lips Nervously which made him look at her lips before looking back at her eyes when she started speaking"i..i thought you left ?" He tilted his head a little and asked her again"why are you standing here? Where is your driver?" "Umm w..well the driver can't come to pick me up today that's why i am going to walk home" "you are going to walk home?"he asked with a raised eyebrow and she nodded. "Your parents?" "They are on a business trip"she replied while playing with her coat's button. "And where is your house?" Oh umm it's *any random House address*" yoongi's eyes widened"you are going to walk that far?" She nodded. He signed and held her hand pulling her towards his car "c'mon i will drop you home" "huh n..no i don't want to bother you" "you won't now sit" he opened the car door for her and gently pushed her in ignoring his driver's curious gaze.

He sat besides her and the driver got in and started the car looking at them. Yoongi can literally see a question mark on his head "we are going to drop her home first"he told him and the driver nodded hiding his shocked expression as it's the first time he has seen yoongi talking to anyone other than his friends. "Were to mr min?" "*Random House address*" the driver nodded and y/n bowed a little mumbling a little'sorry to bother you' and looked down at her hands fiddling her fingers. Yoongi put his hand on hers and spoke looking down at her "stop doing this you are not bothering anyone"he noticed that she does this whenever she is nervous. She nodded and relaxed in her seat. He kept his hand on hers which caused her to blush. The whole ride was silent other than the driver occasionally looking at them curiously and smiling to himself.

As they reached her house, she looked at him and smiled "thank you for dropping me home"she said smiling sweetly. He cleared his throat and said"i wasn't dropping you off ,my house is on the way" not looking at her while y/n and the driver were both confused "but hobi told me that you live in the opposite direction of the school so my house is really far from yours"she said looking up at him with those innocent eyes. "Yeah umm i... wanted to buy something from around here"he replied looking out of the window. The driver looked even more confused while y/n blinked twice and "but there aren't any shops nearby,there are only big houses here"she told him while yoongi clenched his fist and suddenly turned around from the window and leaned his body towards her making her move back and put his one arm on the seat and another on the window of her side which trapped her there. She was almost lying on her back while yoongi leaned even closer which made her eyes widened even more. His warm breath was hitting on her lips while he looked at her with an intense gaze and whispered "don't try to tease me kitten the consequences won't be good"while smirking. He was hovering over her small body while she looked away blushing profusely and at that time,he wanted to kiss her so badly that he almost lost it when her sweet scent filled his nose. He wanted her so smell only like him and nobody else. He took her chin in between his thumb and index finger and turned her head so she was looking back at him. She was looking at him with her hand gripping the seat tightly and heart beating so fast that she feared it will come out of her chest and she was certain that yoongi can hear it too because she can also hear a heartbeat which wasn't hers and it was beating really fast too. But her heart wasn't beating loudly because of fear it was because of a different feeling and for some reason she liked it. That doesn't mean that she isn't nervous and yoongi couldn't stop looking at her eyes. They were so beautiful that he wanted to keep on looking at them for hours .

The poor driver didn't knew what to do suddenly seeing a scene like this so he just opted to look out of window but he accidentally knocked over a bottle which caused them to let go of each other. Y/n was cheeks were a shade of pretty pink while yoongi looked at the driver annoyed. Poor driver was scared for his life. He bowed a little mumbling a sorry .Y/n quickly opened the door and got out of the car and bowing to the driver "t.. thank you so much for dropping me off! " She peeked at yoongi to see him looking at her with a small smirk and she quickly looked away and ran inside her house closing the door and leaning against it and put a hand on her chest feeling her heart pounding and ran up towards her room and flopped on her bed squealing on the pillow and smiling shyly. While yoongi chuckled while looking at her house and feeling his heart beating loudly. He told the driver to drive.

Both of them had a smile on there face and yoongi was finally finding his happiness and he promised himself that he will never let her go. He was now confident that he liked her much more than he thought. And y/n also liked this feeling 'so this how they feel in all those dramas?'she thought to herself still smiling.

Yoongi's driver drove off from her house while yoongi kept looking at her house with a smile still on .

But he failed to notice the man who was standing at a distance looking at y/n with a creepy smile on his face "found you"

To be continued....

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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom 8-13 thoughts! again, under the cut bc I blew through 6 episodes in one go...

-LOVE THE WAY THE GHOST ZONE LOOKS. but theres fucking ghost cops??? ghost jail??? that SUCKS imagine dying and going to jail in your AFTERLIFE. danny going to JAIL WAS NOT something I expected. but seeing all the enemies together and work with danny to bust out. SO ICONIC I love that actually. and the thing about real world stuff acting as ghosts in the ghost zone is very cool.

-'there are some things more important that hunting ghosts!' mrs fenton says, about her husband forgetting their anaversary (FOR THE 18TH YEAR IN A ROW?? CHRIST) and not about, idk, their son clearly freaked out. she didnt even notice he was gone into the ghost zone!!! he might be a bad husband BUT shes not the best mom. they suck and I don't care about their relationship problems I care about these kids. danny doing his best to clean the house to keep his mom from getting mad at his dad?? hes such a good boy I want to cry, this is not his place, his dad should be cleaning his own shit up!!!

-maddie's butch lesbian sister is living my best life in her lil cabin. also being a snarky bitch to jack. queen. and her getting a 10th anniversary of her divorce. LOVE IT.

-mr. lancer being a cheerleader in his younger years makes perfect sense to me. king shit.

-dr. spectra's cat ears/mullet hairstyle?? sooo cute. I also just love the concept of a ghost just. sucking out people's positivity and feeding on emotions. a great villain. she put danny in a fucking diaper what the FUCK. and keeping it cold so no one would suspect shes a ghost??? INCREDIBLE. and her gay little blob sidekick. wlw mlm evil solidarity.

-JAZZ FOCUSED EP. YEAAAH!!! her first thought when she saw the ghosts was like 'omg i gotta tell danny :)' and her going to the teacher and also councilor trying to get help for him...shes just 16 but shes trying so hard to help him out :( watching this when youre younger I can imagine ppl are like omg annoying!! but watching this when im older im just like :( jazz baby im SO sorry </3 SHE BODIED THAT GHOST THOUGH. and the fact she didnt tell danny she knew surprised me. like, shes patient and waiting on him to tell her when hes ready!! thats so so sweet.

-christ the parents talking about 'PEELING IT LIKE AN ONION. AND EXAMINING REMAINS' of ghosts RIGHT INFRONT OF DANNY.

-'why am i so depressed and angry all the time!!' DANNY YOURE 14. i mean it IS a ghost this time, but...

-579$ top?? VALERIE NO ITS NOT EVEN CUTE IT DOESNT EVEN GO WITH THAT OUTFIT AAAA. tho this ep is called shades of gray..VALERIE FOCUSED EP FINALLY????! *THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE* I already knew about red huntress from my redesigns, but I didn't exactly know what that entails or how/why, so, it's fun to see the Origins.

-ghost pubby! ghost pubby!!!!! why is the dog a ghost?? the implication that the company had guard dogs and got rid of them...what did they DO. is it just the unfinished business?? of not having that toy it was looking for?? god I hope so.

I feel SOOO bad for valerie tho, my god. her friends are shunning her for what, because her dad lost her job and she had to move??? horrible. (and the fact the dog wrecked the moving van too...) I also love how 'from wisconsin' on the package was an IMMEDIATE RED FLAG FOR ME. WISCONSIN=EVIL NOW. vlads so petty.

-it took valerie like 5 mins to get the hang of hunting ghosts and shes already a much bigger threat than his parents tbh. who've been trying and studying this for years. and a more valid reason <3 love her shes so cute and cool. new daughter alert.

-'i should do SOMETHING to help valerie' no shit danny???

-'who is that, awesome outfit!' -top gay sam moments. i was going to say. before it immediately cuts to sam kissing danny LMFAOOO. don't think I like that, it puts tucker in a weird third wheel position... the next ep involves them holding hands and blushing when danny's cold...URGH No. not a fan ngl. the trope of 'if theres a girl in a trio she has to end up with one of the two guys!!'

-right as I say that they take it to extremes!! and ember shoots him with a love ray gun that makes him OBSESSIVE OVER SAM. AND SHE TAKES HIS HANDS AND SAYS 'YOU DONT FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT ME, I DONT FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT YOU' and her saying she doesnt want to be together like this. and tucker saying 'i always knew you two would get together!!' dont manifest it tucker please. the show pushing for it so hard makes me not want it KSHKJKJD I KNOW its probably canon. it sucks though. im a hater.

-vlad just LURKING AROUND THE SCHOOL GIVING VALERIE GIFTS ASJKDHKJ YOU WEIRD PETTY OLD MAN GO HOME!!!

-EMBERRRRR YOU WILL REMEMBERRRRRR . this is the one thing I kinda remember from when I was a kid EMBERRRRR ilu. top 10 cartoon bops. sams being a hater. popular things are popular for a reason. mr. lancer also being a hater. also everyone wearing her color scheme ..its a really good look, the purple, black, and minty color...

-penguins exist in the ghost zone. confirmed.

-EMBER JUST SHOWING UP AT A RANDOM HIGHSCHOOL TO PLAY?? UNANNOUNCED, MID DAY??? girl get a tour schedule. make some money or smth damn. I know shes probably doing it for the power boost but. lord. anyway if your show doesnt have a concert scene/ep, is it even valid.

-fellas is this gay. (she uses a GRAPPLING HOOK TO SHOOT OUT THE WINDOW AFTER SEEING AN EMBER VAN GO BY RIGHT AFTER THIS SHOT)

-hey, she had an undercut at some point!! my redesign!!! was accurate!! in..a way

-I feel like danny has a lot of pent up aggression ngl, him being heartbroken about sam and immediately going IM GONNA GO TAKE IT OUT ON EMBER. I mean she needs to be stopped I guess But. jazz has the right idea he needs therapy and a HEALTHY outlet.

-tucker singing > my singing

-girls cant be gamers -tucker and danny sexist moments. her being chaos in the game OWNED.

-TUCKERS HAT IS A BERET??? I THOUGHT IT WAS A BEANIE. SAM CALLED IT A BERET. WH.

-it was actually nice of lancer to let danny retake the test, and he go to play games again. smh. epic cringe gamer moments compilation. and driving him home!!! I actually like him as a character. anyway teachers like lancer are SO appreciated. I was failing middle school because of mental problems, and felt so dumb and got embarrassed by teachers who would just get onto me instead of bothering to ask what the real problem was, but when I was taking my ged classes I had a wonderful teacher who kept reassuring me that I was smart, and I got honors!! danny is SUCH a little shit to him (understandable, 14, but) but seeing them getting along better and danny putting in effort. SO CUTE. THATS MY SON, STUDYING HARD!!!! and being so PROUD OF HIMSELF!!! 91!!! BITCH!!! A- is STILL AN A!!!

-'why dont they ever realize thats me in a dress' mr lancer i am CRYING. i realized.

-technus being my ghost grandpa who cant game asking tucker for help. bless his heart. his out of date old ppl lingo circles back to being endearing <3 tucker not recognizing him despite the like, lack of any kind of serious disguise...I do love their lil in-game outfits....sam being the tank rules. I like technus' spider design also. more characters need to be giant freaky spiders, imo.

-finding your gf a new host because she cant maintain her ghost body outside the zone? amazing. using jazz as the host? ILL KILL YOU. jazz immediately accepting a ride home from a guy she just met and letting him know where she lives. letting him IN THE HOUSE??? nooo girl no lets use common sense </3

-sooo cringe the parents were like 'good job for spying on your sister' tho wtffff. doesnt matter if hes a bad guy, thats fucked. everytime these parents BREATHE im like. these are MY kids now <3

-BAD LUCK BEING A THEME OF THE 13TH EPISODE. thats super fun. johnny 13 being his name is so. iconic. your last name is a NUMBER? also goth tucker. I actually love the look. everyone looks good goth. 'the ladies love the eyeliner and onyx nail polish' sam you are sooo right every man needs to at least try those two things. im a lesbian and I agree. same, danny, your bff is gnc af

-LOVE kitty's design. and just, the concept of a ghost with a bike. couple goals, except yes stay away from jazz.

#danny phantom #sanchoyorambles #s1 is only 20 eps?#i can probably #finish within a week #i like binging shows asdf #ive been watching it all night #gonna work out now #dp thoughts

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queer-sky · 4 years

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i found this on YouTube from Ashton Daniel so im gonna link their original video since its his tag but i thought it would be fun to do it as well

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NONBINARY TAG

1. Let's do the basics - what's your gender and what're your pronouns? (tell me all your gender labels!!)

id say nonbinary and genderfluid fits best

and i mainly use they/them pronouns but at times im okay with he/him or she/her pronouns as well depending on how i feel on the gender spectrum i guess

2. Do you consider yourself to be under the trans umbrella, or is being nonbinary separate from that for you?

i personally feel that at least for myself nonbinary doesn't count as trans but im sure for others it does just i dont identify with the trans label

3. How do you feel about the label "enby"? Do you use it for yourself?

yes i do use it and i think it sounds lovely actually

4. What song is your gender?

am i a girl - poppy

5. Do you experience gender euphoria and if so, what causes it?

yea i do when i look/pass as androgynous or masc depending on how i feel that day/time

6. What's a question you're tired of being asked?

im actually not out to many people yet so there arent any yet but something thats annoying is telling someone i identity as nonbinary and they keep calling me girl

7. What outfits, accessories, presentations do you feel most yourself in? Is your style connected to your gender for you?

yes my style is connected to my gender so it fluids all the time really but baggy clothes and more masc jewelry does like chains and safety pin earrings and stuff like that or random objects as earrings like the other day i made small rubics cube earrings which i really like and also definitely wearing a beanie and having my hair in it (making it look short)

8. Have you identified with different genders, nonbinary or otherwise, in the past?

well ive identified with my birth gender before but im not sure if i actually did or if i just didnt really question my gender before cuz i knew im not a boy so i must be cis then idk

9. Are there gendered phrases or words you like/don't like? Dude, gal, man, sis, etc?

i don't really like gendered words in general id rather be refered to as genderneutral terms

10. What compliments best suit your gender? Handsome, beautiful, pretty, hot, stunning, etc?

i actually haven't thought about that yet but i think im fine with either ones? idkk

11. What's your favourite gender-neutral alternative to commonly gendered words? (e.g. sib instead of brother/sister, mx instead of miss/mr, enby instead of boy/girl, etc?)

just refer to me as a person like i dont feel the need to have a certain gender to be addressed as but yea genderneutral ones are good too like mx and enby and goddex or royalty instead of king/queen

12. Do you like the nonbinary pride flag for yourself? Do you prefer the trans flag, or a flag more specific to your gender?

yea i do like the nonbinary one

13. Are physical and/or medical transition important to you? If so or if not and you want to expand, do so!

no well not medical/surgical but i was thinking about getting a binder/sports bra and maybe something to make my hips not look so wide

14. Are there any nonbinary people you look up to? If so, who?

im not sure tbh but i have some nonbinary friends and i told one of them

15. How do you write "nonbinary"? one word, two words, with a dash?

i write it as nonbinary so one word

16. If you are/were to be someone's significant other, how would you want to be referred to? Boyfriend, girlfriend, theyfriend, partner, lover, etc?

probably partner or like their person but maybe if my gender leans more towards one side then id like to be referred as boyfriend or girlfriend but probably not really boyfriend cuz that term sounds toxic to me since most of my relationships with guys were toxic so i guess partner or girlfriend

17. Are you out in your day-to-day life, just online, just to close friends, etc?

just online i wanna figure it out first before i come out in rl and other then being called sky it wouldn't really change much since german doesn't have they/them pronouns

18. Are there any silly nonbinary stereotypes you embrace? e.g. pride flag stuff, coloured hair, liking plants, cats, whatever else?

yea i have piercings and dyed hair even tho its only split dye and a natural red but i wanna dye it purple or blue if im able to and i do have two pride flags hanging up in my home and some pride wallpapers and i kinda like cats plants and rocks

19. Does the word "queer" fit you, do you use it for yourself?

yea i think it really does and i do use it as a umbrella term meaning im part of the lgbtq+ community and bc i havent found a right label that completely fits me yet sexuality wise as well

20. This isn't nonbinary related, I just think it's a cool question. If you could go to any concert of any band, artist, performer, living or dead, what's the lineup?

probably gay/indie music so like

girl in red,hayley kiyoko,cavetown,dodie,jessiepaege

cant think of more artists rn oop

#lgbtq #nonbinary #queer #nb #enby #Youtube

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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How was your day?: it wasn’t good.

Would you ever try to count to 5,000 for $5,000?: I’d try

When is the last time you took a picture of yourself?: last days

When did you last take a shower?: I’m going to take a bath soon

What song are you listening to?: The Weeknd - Blinding Lights

Last sentence you said aloud?: not sure what was last

What is the point of scented pens/pencils/erasers? ppl like to smell stuff I guess Do you buy/wear band-aids with cartoon characters on them? they’re usually not sticking well enough What do you think your reaction would be upon entering the White House? meh, they could spend those money better by helping ppl, nobody needs such a big house - president or not, we’re not in medieval times and guards would have less to do

Do you buy and wear crazy looking socks? I would like to Would you run down the street wearing a tutu, fishnets, & flippers? topless? for how much tho Have you ever grown your own sea monkeys or dinosaurs? nope

Did you ever own an Etch-a-Sketch? yes, I loved it so much, I miss it Do/did you ever have glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling? on my wall and furniture, I still have some left Does your house have an attic? it does Have you ever gone white-water rafting? no and don’t want to Does your grandma wear an apron when she cooks? she did How often do you need “me” time? all the time? :x Does it bother you that almost everything is done on computers now? sometimes, a little bit Have you ever gotten stuck in a revolving door? I haven’t What animal do you most resemble while eating? dunno but it reminds me of that yt video - how animals eat their food lmfao Would you play Jumanji, if given the chance? someone already plays it this year

Do you text/call while going to the bathroom? I might but prefer not to Do you always make sure your cell phone is charged before going somewhere? and powerbank too Did you get Happy Meals just for the toys as a kid? only once, I got Eeyore that I still own Have you ever seen your parents cry? of course

Do you often shift blame towards others? usually it’s other way around? Do you ever feel like you’re smarter than your boss? I don’t have a job Your very first best friend: Is he/she STILL your best friend? not counting my family - no Have you ever witnessed a crime? minor What’s the coolest personalized license plate you’ve ever seen? I saw a bunch :D Do you write grey or gray? grey, it doesn’t have 50 shades

If you make surveys, how do you decide about its title? I don’t add titles as you can see, that’s stupid

When are you going back to school? never?

What do you do when you tell a really bad joke? my jokes are so bad that they’re good if you know what I mean ;)

Do you like having a huge group of friends or would you rather have few close friends? few close

Do you watch the TV Show Skins? If so, who’s your favorite character? fragments

Can you get a strike at bowling? I never tried bowling but would like to

Do you swallow chewing gum? wtf

Were you into the Beanie Baby craze? nah Would you ever wish to ride a dolphin? nope, I’m not fond of dolphins Do you ever watch the news just for the weather forecast? my parents did and that was dumb, I don’t like/believe in weather forecats If your remote was missing, where is the most likely place you’d find it? in dad’s stuff Ever considered the thought that kangaroos technically have fanny packs? hehe

When was the last time you blew bubbles? not that long time ago from what I remember Did the last doctor’s office you were in have a crappy magazine selection? it did indeed Have you been to a restaurant where they cook the food in front of you? bakery only The last ball you threw was a… (baseball, basketball, etc.) childish ball for my niece Have you seen how much candidates for president are willing to spend for their campaign? it’s insane Have you ever caught a friend snooping in your room? I have and that’s why I am afraid of leaving ppl alone in my room Quick! Name the longest word starting with the letter ‘J’ you can think of: jurisdiction was the first that came to my mind Do you still write letters to people, even though there’s e-mail now? no longer but not because of e-mail’s existence

Have you ever taken a survey with a friend, listing both answers?: I tagged my friends in the past

Do you know a guy who has hair longer than yours?: not currently

What color was the last cup you drank out of?: it’s a llama mug (minty color)

If you’re in school, what do you do to fill in time between classes?: there was never enough time for me

Where was the last place you got lost?: mall or park

When was the last time you had cheesecake?: this year

When you last shed tears, was it because of a person?: partially

Other than yours, whose house did you last fall asleep at?: John and P

Have you ever had a significant other whose parents didn’t like you?: looks like it

What’s so unique about your computer?: what’s on it - pictures/memes/documents

What’s one thing you have never done? I didn’t do lots of stuff and don’t want to many of them actually

What is one trend you wish you have been a part of? I’m not into trends in general

Do you enjoy reading fanfictions? About who? Or do you write fanfictions, too? nah

What is something you own that you wish was in your favorite color? it’s not that important

Is there someone from your past that you wish you had dated? used to think that way, no longer

Can you snap with both your hands? If not, which hand can you snap with? both but not every single time

Do you like cosplays? I tried cosplays but it’s not for me and I’m a bit traumatised by it due to experiences from the past, they remind me of someone and not only so I prefer not to follow/look at those related to anime mostly

If you were to participate in one, what/who would you dress up as? I’d dress up as characters I relate to

Do you sometimes answer surveys with “Idk”/“Idr” because you’re too lazy? I just realized that I don’t, wow, I used to do that all the damn time

Are you usually open to trying a new food that you aren’t familiar with? am not

Have you ever acted like a bitch and used PMS as an excuse? I don’t use PMS nor period as an excuse as it’s actually a stereotype and shouldn’t be an argument besides painful/uncomfy/annoying physical sensations and being unable to do some stuff due to that fact

Do you know someone who brushes their teeth in the shower all the time? *shrug*

Have you ever tried doing that? Did you like it? Why or why not? tried and it’s not that good

Are you patient when it comes to instructing others? I’m not, sorry...

Do you listen to Panic At The Disco? nah

Name a band/artist you like that isn’t that popular.: I like many bands/artists that seem not very popular

Can you lift your significant other (your best friend if you’re single)?: can’t :(

Have you ever lost a pet you were attached to?: we had to give away

You can read minds; Whose mind do you snoop around in first?: hmm...

Do you ever talk to inanimate objects?: stuffed animals, kettle and fridge

Have you ever tried to fold a piece of paper more than 7 times?: possibly

Your best friend needs a kidney to survive; Do you give them one of your’s?: oh my...

Your brother breaks into your house; Do you press charges?: ... ghost?

Would you rather have a huge cat or a tiny dog?: tiny dog <3

Do you use your hands when you talk to emphasize what you are saying?: do I?

Are you afraid to ask for help when you know that you need it?: depends

Should adopted kids be allowed to find their birth parents if they want to?: I guess

You’re writing a novel; Is it horror, mystery, romance, etc.?: sci-fi/fantasy

Will you usually admit it when you’ve made a mistake? would say so

Does your name begin with a B, L, R, or T?: Z

Could you go a day without texting?: but she couldn’t and we don’t want to

Do you have a step-parent?: I don’t

If so, do you get along with them?: -

Do you have any nieces or nephews?: one

Does your current/last job require that you wear a uniform?: one of jobs that I had

Who is your 23rd phone contact and how do you know them?: I don’t have this many

If the last person you kissed proposed to you what would you say?: try me

Where is your dad right now?: sleeping

Are there any writing utensils close to you? several

Look up, what do you see? ceiling

Do you have a bigger upper or lower lip? lower

Do you have any screen names with spelling errors? luckily not

Open the nearest drawer and tell me what’s inside it: I know it’s empty, don’t have to open it

How many other rooms can you currently see into? my door is closed

Do you need to take the trash out? already done

Do you need to clean out a litter box right now? we don’t have a cat anymore

Are these questions reminding you of things you put off to do this survey? nah

How many days have you been wearing those clothes? 1

Do you like listening to 60’s music? some songs

Can you move your nose? many ways

Can you wiggle your ears? my dad can

How many songs have you downloaded this week? I don’t download songs

Would you rather be a pirate or robot? robot, can’t robot be a pirate tho?

Would you rather be a ghost or a zombie? ghost

Have you ever considered living in a bomb shelter? I’d be scared to live underground

If I gave you a piano and told you hit middle c, could you? nooo

do you think it’s weird for someone to have never tried soda? not really

which floor of your house/building are you on now? there’s basement under me and attic above me

would you ride a motorcycle if given the chance? (or have you?) I would, haven’t yet

what are your thoughts on reincarnation? (have you ever read up about it?) it’s possible

does your home have a balcony/deck/porch? balcony

how would you feel about traveling abroad alone? anxious

do you have an interesting passport? I don’t have a passport

what happens to your old clothes? I donate them, give them to ppl I know, reuse them, sell them etc.

who supports you financially? my parents

if you wanted to go to the movie cinema, how would you get there? walking then by bus then walk again

have you ever had a crush on a sibling’s friend or a friend’s sibling? minor

do you know much about feng shui? (do you use it?) not much, I don’t use it

what’s your favorite spot to read? librocubicularist

did you know that buddha is not considered a god to buddhists? ok

do you save tickets from movies, etc.? saved some

without looking him up, who was jim morrison? vocalist

do you have a nervous habit? several

would you be/are you a good role model to a younger sibling? nah

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Inseparable Chapter 10: Disguises

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Adrien opened the package that had arrived for him, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw the clothes he had ordered. The online store had cut it about as close as possible; if this outfit hadn’t arrived today, he’d have to meet Ladybug in something from his usual wardrobe. While the Agreste line is (generally) good, it is not inconspicuous.

“Hey, kid. You still freaking out about this date or what?” Adrien looked up to where Plagg was sitting on the upper level of his bedroom, gnawing at his camembert in what was a leisurely pace for the kwami.

“It’s not a date, Plagg.” Although he wished it was. “We’re just spending some time together outside of our superhero duties. That’s all.”

“Yeah?” His voice got closer as he flew over to Adrien. “Looks like a lot of fussing and fidgeting for something that’s ‘just spending time together’, kid.” He shoved the remainder of his cheese wedge in his mouth. “If you want my advice-”

“I really don’t.”

“-then I’d say you should just relax. It’s not like Ladybug can think of you as any bigger a dork.”

“Thanks, Plagg,” Adrien drily commented. “But I need this to go well if she’ll ever agree to do it again. This might be my one chance to just have a relaxing day with her - no patrols, no superheroics, no villains. Just me and her, eating ice cream and talking.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. It’ll be fine, kid.” When Adrien continued to pace and wring his hands, Plagg flew in front of him. “Hey. Listen to me: You don’t need to worry. You and Ladybug are already friends - you’re closer than you think you are.” Plagg smirked, as if there was a joke only he knew about. “Now just calm down. It’s still a few hours before your date or whatever you want to call it.

Taking deep breaths, Adrien reigned himself in. “You’re right. I bet Ladybug isn’t freaking out like I am.”

“That’s the spirit, kid. Now onto more important matters - like my camembert.”

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“Tikki!” Marinette whined. “What am going to wear when I meet up with Chat?”

Traditionally, Marinette could send pictures to Alya and get feedback about her outfit, but how would she explain what it was for this time? She didn’t want to lie to her best friend any more than she had to, and this definitely didn’t fall into the necessary category. But that still left her without any moral support from her friends. Support which she was surprised she needed. And why did she?! It was Chat Noir! The person she trusted more than anyone, her best friend besides Alya! Why should she be so nervous for something so casual?

Tikki finally appeared in front of the mountain of clothing, tiny forehead creased in concentration. “You don’t intend to wear all of this… do you?”

The idea was almost appealing, if it at least meant she could decide on something. But no matter how chilly the autumn evenings were getting, arriving in seventeen layers, including four scarves and three hats, would be out of place.

“I’m just teasing, Marinette. Let’s make a few outfits out of this and see which one we like best, okay? We’ll take it one step at a time.” With Tikki patiently helping Marinette decide on what she wanted, they ended up with three complete outfits. “Okay, now - which of these speaks the most to you?”

Marinette ran her eyes over all of them, but it was the middle one that she kept turning back to. She placed a hand on the black fabric of the hoodie - she remembered fruitlessly searching for a good Chat Noir themed hoodie months ago, but none of them really did her partner justice. So she’d bought a black hoodie and made her own, with the cat ears sewn on the hood, and the word, ‘Meowvelous’ embroidered onto the chest. It made her smile to look at, since she knew how much he would love to see it.

The rest of the outfit was just as good, even if she didn’t have a hand in making it - a long skirt, a baseball cap, and the Chat Noir sunglasses. The lime green scarf she did make, a sister piece to the one she had given Adrien.

“Looks like we have a winner,” Tikki said from beside her.

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“You look radiate as usual, my lady.”

Marinette turned around to see Chat Noir standing at the other end of their meeting place, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Great minds think alike, chaton.”

Just like how Marinette was wearing a Chat Noir-themed outfit, Chat Noir was wearing a Ladybug-themed outfit. The red hoodie with spots was a given, but the little antennae on the hood were just adorable. Combined with baggy jeans - which she noted was held up by his leather tail - and a red beanie concealing his ears, he looked exactly like what Chat Noir would be like outside the mask. Just a relaxed, sweet boy.

Just as she had that thought, he pulled out a pair of sunglasses adored with cartoon ladybugs and waggled his eyebrows.

“Yes, very cute, Chat.” She tapped his chest where his bell would be, satisfied at the muffled ring. “Where are we going?”

“I know this amazing little ice cream shop - and no, it’s not Andre’s. No magic except good ice cream with this place.”

“Mmm, the best kind of magic. Lead on.”

They landed in an alley not far from the shop and blended into the crowd. Although Marinette was constantly worried that someone would see right through their disguises, the ruse was working so far. Sure, they could have gone without their suits, but then there was the chance they’d have preemptively revealed themselves. The only risk here was causing a scene or having to sign autographs.

The bell over the door rang as they entered the shop and the first thing Marinette noticed was how few people were here. Besides the shopkeeper, there were a handful of customers spread across the store, leaving plenty of tables and booths open. Despite the emptiness of the room, there was an umbrella rack with a single old umbrella by the door. While Chat Noir was busy scanning the menu, Marinette stepped forward, already certain of what she wanted.

“Strawberry, please.”

Bowl in hand, she paid and found a booth to sit down at. Not long after, Chat Noir had dived into the bench opposite her and practically thrust his bowl under her nose.

“Look! They put chocolate chips in the MINT ICE CREAM!" He grinned with excitement.

She raised an eyebrow at him, even as she fought down a smile. "I see. You're one of those people."

“What?” He said defensively. “I don’t get to enjoy ice cream a lot, so I like to experiment when I get the chance.”

“If you say so.” She took a bite of her delicious strawberry ice cream. “Meanwhile, I’ve got it figured out. I’ve already found the best there is.”

Chat Noir chuckled as he ate. “Whatever you say.”

A few minutes of quiet descended on them as they became absorbed with the ice cream. No wonder Chat had been so insistent upon coming here - it was some of the best she’d had. The silence didn’t last forever, and soon enough they were back into bantering, dancing around any serious topic of conversation. A pun of his landed just right, and she shook her head.

“You’re ridiculous, Chat.”

“And you’re stuck with me,” he said proudly. “Until we’re old and grey.”

She poked at her ice cream, frowning. “Do you think we’ll be at this for that long?”

“I… honestly don’t know. I guess I never really thought about it.”

“We’re no closer to beating him now than we were a year ago. And what happens when he’s gone? Will that be it, or will someone - heck, something - just pop up to replace him?”

Nodding sagely, Chat replied, “Superheroes invite a challenge, naturally creating more supervillains.”

“That would sound more profound if I didn’t know you took it from either the Avengers or the Incredibles.”

“Ooo, my lady! I didn’t know you were such a movie fan. How do you feel about…” he leaned forward and waggled his eyebrows, “...Romance?”

She pushed him away by his nose. “Not a big fan. I mostly like Disney and Pixar. I play them in the background while I… work.” Design work, specifically, but Chat already got his hint for the night. It wouldn’t be good to make it too easy for him.

They launch into a new conversation about movie preferences and quickly discover that they can add that to the list of things they have in common. Excluding Chat Noir’s love of romantic comedies.

“Then maybe the next time we hang out, we could make it a movie night?” Chat poked at his half melted ice cream while he said it, furtively glancing up at her. The implication was clear - if they had a next time.

While she thought about it, she noticed that two men had entered the store. They were hovering near the counter, the bulk of their bodies concealing what was happening from view. All she could see was the shopkeeper, looking very pale and eyes fixed on something that Marinette couldn’t see. Chat Noir followed where she was looking and his bashfulness faded away, replaced by a cold glare.

“After you, my lady.”

#Miraculous Ladybug #Ladybug #Chat Noir #Adrien Agreste #Plagg #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Tikki #Ladynoir #LadynoirJuly2019 #ml fanfiction #my writing #Inseparable

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pentakillmaven · 5 years

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The Nose Knows, Chapter 4 (NaNoWriMo 2018)

Short chapter this time, but I really had fun writing this one! It’s a group text chat chapter!

Chapter Rating: T

Chapter Warnings: Unresolved mutual pining

Chapter 4

Ladybug and Chat Noir met up a little after sunset at the top of the Arc de Triomphe. They didn't like to use the same meeting spot every time they patrolled, just in case a villain was tracking them, but the structure was a common starting point for their circuitous routes around the city. Ladybug bit her lip nervously as she thrust a wrapped box into Chat Noir's hand. "This is for you, Chaton."

"My Lady?" Chat cocked his head to the side as he furrowed his brow a little, but he accepted the box easily enough. "What's all this about?"

"Just open it!"

Nodding rather reluctantly, Chat tugged on the ribbon wrapped around the box, setting it aside for the moment while he tore through the paper. Lifting the lid, his eyes widened in surprise as he saw what was inside. "What in the…" He reached into the box, pulling out a black beanie hat with green paw prints stitched around the brim and faux leather cat ears poking out of the top. Alongside the hat was a fleece scarf with more of the paw print accents and a pair of faux-fur-edged gloves. "Bugaboo, these are amazing! Thank you!"

"Actually, Marinette asked me to bring this present to you. She said it was a thank you gift for saving her. Since it's nearly winter, she thought you might be able to use them if you get cold during patrol."

"Marinette made these? I knew she was a talented designer, but, wow. These are incredible."

Ladybug grinned. "I know, right? I'll tell her you like them!"

Chat shook his head quickly. "No, no, something like this, I need to tell her myself. Do you mind if I skip patrol tonight?" Chat wrapped the scarf around his neck and tugged the hat on over his head before he quickly started to pick up the wrapping paper, stuffing it inside the box alongside the gloves.

Ladybug's eyes widened in minor panic, though Chat was too busy to notice. "She's really busy right now! She's got some big tests coming up; it's probably better not to disturb her while she's studying. You can tell her another night."

Chat looked a bit disappointed, but nodded. "That makes sense. Tell you what--I'll put together something really nice to thank her for the gift, and give it to her when I get back."

"Get back from where?" It was Ladybug’s turn to look confused by Chat's sudden change of topic.

Chat winced a bit, scratching at the back of his head. "Y-yeah… My civilian identity has something going on that I have to leave town for a few days. I should be back by the beginning of next week, though. Do you think you can get Réna Rouge or Carapace to cover for me while I'm gone?"

"Wait, you're leaving town? As in leaving Paris?" At Chat's nod, Ladybug’s face tightened in concern. "Do you think it's smart to leave right after Hawk Moth just sent out the first Akuma we've seen in nearly a month? What if he's about to start on a rash of attacks? Réna and Carapace are great, but I need my partner."

"I'm sorry, Bugaboo, but I don't have any control over the situation. Like I said, it's a thing for my civilian identity."

Ladybug sighed in resignation, nodding slightly. "I know how that feels. All right. Just keep your Miraculous safe while you're gone, okay?"

"Of course. I won't let it out of my sight."

"Good. Now, shall we begin?"

"Of course, My Lady. Lead the way!"

Marinette dropped into her bedroom through the skylight, having already released her superhero transformation from Ladybug. She shivered, quickly pulling the skylight window shut to block the late autumn chill. Paris hadn't seen its first snow of the season just yet, but it definitely felt cold enough to do so, especially this late at night.

Marinette pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, noticing multiple notifications that she'd missed during her time as Ladybug. Some of them were the usual late-evening push notifications from her various games and apps; she also had a few new emails, mostly junk or advertising. The one notification that did catch her eye was from the group chat that she, Alya, Nino, and Adrien all had going on. It was mostly used for school-related discussions, but occasionally someone sent a funny meme or a video link to share to the rest of the group. Opening the messaging app, she scrolled back up to where the new messages began so she wouldn't miss anything.

[8:57 PM] AdrienAgreatest: Hey guys! Today was a lot of fun! Thanks for having us over, Marinette.

[8:58 PM] DJLahiffe: yeah same

[8:58 PM] AdrienAgreatest: I wanted to let you guys know that I won't be at school tomorrow. Actually, I won't be here the rest of the week. Father has some business to attend to in Milan, and he's taking me with him.

[8:59 PM] TheLadyblogger: what the hell Adrien??? doesnt your dad know that the bac practice tests are, like, next week??? how can he pull you out of school right now???

[9:02 PM] AdrienAgreatest: Trust me, Alya, I'm not happy about it either. I just found out earlier tonight, when I got home from Marinette's house. We aren't even leaving until tomorrow, but he made me come home early so that I could "get some good rest, because we have a busy schedule the next several days." Nathalie isn't saying much about it, but she did mention something about a potential merger with some Italian leather working company. I guess they make things like wallets, shoes, and belts? So the company would be able to offer more in the way of accessories that we don't really have right now.

[9:06 PM] DJLahiffe: wow. that sounds p cool but ur dad is still rude af tho

[9:08 PM] TheLadyblogger: i'm with nino on this one. @MariDC what do you think about this? are you as outraged as we are?

Glancing at the time, Marinette breathed a sigh of relief when she realized it was only 9:15. She quickly typed out a response.

[9:15 PM] MariDC: Sorry, just got back up to my room. Was helping Maman with dishes. I'm sorry to hear you're going to be missing class, Adrien! But if this is something your father wants you to do, I think it's important that you take it in stride. Look on the bright side! At least you don't have to sit through stuffy classes the rest of the week. Your teachers are always willing to work with you when you have to miss class. As long as you're back in time for the Bac practice tests next week, everything should be fine. You will be back by then, right?

[9:18 PM] AdrienAgreatest: According to Father, we will be flying back Sunday, so unless something unexpected happens, I should be back in time for the practice tests. Maybe we can do a video call study group one night, depending on how busy I am.

[9:19 PM] MariDC: That sounds great! Just let us know when you're free in the evenings.

[9:19 PM] AdrienAgreatest: Definitely. I'll keep you guys posted on what's going on. If previous experience is anything to go by, the next few days are going to pretty much be Father talking with a bunch of old people while I sit and do nothing. Either that or I'm going to be doing non-stop photo shoots while Father talks with the board of directors at the other company. This is the first time that I'm going to be out of the country, though, so that's exciting at least. I've never been to Italy before.

[9:22 PM] DJLahiffe: dude let me dm you some new remixes ive been working on, u can listen to them on the plane

[9:23 PM] AdrienAgreatest: Yes please! Anyway, I just wanted to let you guys know so you weren't worried about me tomorrow. Have a good night everyone!

[9:25 PM] TheLadyblogger: night adrien!

[9:25 PM] DJLahiffe: nite bro

[9:25 PM] MariDC: Good night, Adrien! Sleep well and safe travels!

[9:26 PM] AdrienAgreatest: Thanks :)

Setting her phone aside, Marinette sighed, the sound rather forlorn. She crawled out of bed to get into her pajamas, grabbing her History textbook for some more reading before she fell asleep.

However, despite her best efforts, her mind was buzzing with activity; she couldn't get settled enough to read the textbook and she wasn't tired enough to sleep yet. Her mind kept replaying the look on Chat Noir's face as he opened the gift she'd given him. It seemed so familiar, but she couldn't think of why. Not to mention the strange coincidence that both Chat and Adrien were going to be out of town at the same time. "Tikki?"

The Kwami poked her head out of her little dollhouse on the shelf beside Marinette's bed, where she'd settled once they'd gotten inside. "What is it, Marinette?"

"Chat Noir is going to be out of town for a few days starting tomorrow. And Adrien just messaged Alya and Nino and me saying he was going to Milan for the rest of the week."

"Oh… that's an interesting coincidence." Tikki looked up at Marinette intently, as if reading the girl's expression.

"Is it though? I know it sounds crazy, but… what if…" Marinette trailed off. No, that was too crazy for her to even imagine.

"What are you thinking, Marinette?"

"What if… Chat Noir's civilian identity… what if he works for Gabriel Agreste? What if he's going with Adrien and his dad to Milan, and that's why he's going to be out of town?"

Tikki's eyes widened at Marinette's suggestion. "That's… certainly a possibility, I suppose."

"I know we aren't supposed to reveal ourselves to each other without the masks, but if I was on the right track to figuring out his identity, you'd tell me, right Tikki?"

"Of course I would, Marinette. But I'm not sure if you're on the right track or not."

"Oh. Okay." Sighing, Marinette leaned back in bed, staring up at the ceiling as she continued to ponder the curious coincidence. This was getting her nowhere--she needed to get back to studying! With a huff, she picked up her textbook again, gluing her eyes to the page.

However, after trying and failing to read the same paragraph four times, Marinette set the textbook aside and picked her phone back up. Her fingers shook as she typed a private message to Adrien, and she had to reread the message twice to make sure she didn't have any typos before she sent it.

[9:45 PM] MariDC: Adrien? I have a question.

[9:46 PM] AdrienAgreatest: Hey again Marinette! What's up?

[9:47 PM] MariDC: Do you know Chat Noir?

Marinette held her breath as a message appeared in the corner of her screen: AdrienAgreatest is typing…

Ten seconds turned into thirty seconds, turned into a minute, and Marinette had to gasp for air before she passed out. Finally, after the longest two minutes of her entire life, Adrien's reply popped up on her phone.

[9:49 PM] AdrienAgreatest: I'm not sure why you're asking, but yes, I've at least met Chat Noir before. I don't know who he is behind the mask, though. Or, at least, I don't know if I know him. Does that make sense?

[9:50 PM] MariDC: Yes! That makes perfect sense. I have a confession to make: When I said I was at home the whole time the villain was attacking the school on Monday, I was lying. I actually got hurt in the bathroom when the villain first appeared, and Chat Noir saved me. I only lied to keep Alya and Nino from freaking out and worrying about me. Are you mad?

[9:53 PM] AdrienAgreatest: Why would I be mad at you? It's not like you intentionally put yourself in harm's way, right? I'm just glad you're alright. You're one of my closest friends and I would be devastated if something happened to you. I care about you a lot, Marinette.

Marinette's eyes widened almost comically as she read and reread Adrien's messages. She vaguely heard a loud, high-pitched squeal coming from somewhere in the room. It took her a minute to realize it was coming from herself.

[9:56 PM] MariDC: I care about you a lot too Adrien! I mean, you're one of my closest friends too! I love

Shaking her head wildly, Marinette deleted the text and started again.

[9:57 PM] MariDC: You're really important to me and I hope I didn't disappoint you or make you mad.

[9:58 PM] AdrienAgreatest: Don't worry about it, Marinette. You didn't do anything of the sort. Anyway, I should be getting to bed. It's late and I have to be up at 5 for us to make our plane.

[10:00 PM] MariDC: Oh lord! Yes, you do need to be getting to sleep! Can't have Mr. Model with saggy under eye bags, now can we? ;) Sleep well, Adrien. Let us know when your plane lands, all right?

[10:03 PM] AdrienAgreatest: Will do. Good night, Marinette. Sweet dreams :) (edited)

Marinette blinked, peering down at her phone in confusion. She'd glanced away for a moment, but she could have sworn that instead of her name, Adrien had initially written "Princess."

Did Adrien think of Marinette using pet names? Did he consider her his princess?

"Oh my god!" Marinette rolled over and stuffed her face into her pillow to muffle her squeal.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #ladybug #chat noir #marichat #adrinette #ladrien #ladynoir #nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2018

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hollyhomburg · 6 years

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Don’t Care if it Hurts: pt.3

Dog hybrid! + Gaurd dog!Jimin x Reader) (ft.olderBrother! + Mafia boss!Namjoon)

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Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, mentions of Unrequited!Hoseok x Reader

Warnings/tags: Past abuse, Blood, Mafia!reader, Mafia!Namjoon, Older brother!Namjoon, DogHybrid!Jimin, fighting, slow burn, general angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut, nightmares,

Wordcount: 5.5k

A/N: I ain’t gonna lie, this part is pretty fly and look at me back at it again with the sexual opening gifs ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Song to play during this chapter: Hold me tight ~

The next day your college lecture dragged on and on, as your outdated professor talked about western literature and you tried to take notes while your other classmates buzzed with hushed conversation.

Jimin sat next to you; you had gotten approval from the college secretary early this morning for Jimin to attend classes with you. Technically he was registered as your “mental health hybrid” though she had taken one look at Jimin and been disbelieving. A tidy letter from a very concerned Dr. Kim Seokjin (that jin had dropped off this morning) and a large bill clipped too it made her much more obliging.

Though the people in your class were used to your brother's men waiting outside of your lectures for you, they were not used to Jimin sitting next to you throughout your class. Most of them thought your guards where an endless string of extremely attractive boyfriends. Hoseok had scoffed at that when it had been his turn to watch you one-day last semester.

Jimin’s long muscular body bent over the table as he rested his head on the notebook in front of him. His presence excited more than a few stares from your classmates. And you had to admit he looked intimidating in his black pants and white t-shirt, a beanie thrown on to protect and cover his ears from prying eyes. Thought you could see them twitch under the hood, and more than a few people noticed his tail.

He had been a little tired this morning- and had asked you quietly for a notebook to doodle on while your class dragged on. The earlier class had been easier- it was only an hour long while your humanities class was almost 3 hours long. Jimin was slumped over that notebook now- and you saw where the ink had bled onto the side of his hand.

You suspected that the settee hadn’t been nearly as comfortable as he had said and that was why he hadn’t slept well. Guilt gnawed at you for making him sleep in the same room as you last night.

beside you, Jimin could hear every snippet of conversation and filter out the important ones. Tiredness pulled at his bones, he hadn’t slept last night worried that someone would try and sneak into your room and he hadn’t minded it. It had given him a lot of time to mull over things in his head.

Snippets of conversation subtly drifted to a pair of girls behind you. Most of the conversation had been innocent- though some referenced Jimin with an appreciation that made him more than a little flustered. But this conversation wasn’t like that.

“Damn, I didn’t know her parents were rich enough to buy her a hybrid like that.”

“Oh it's not her parents- it's her brother.”

“Oh? Who’s her brother?”

“He’s some gang hotshot but no one really knows his name- they just call him the monster.” The girls got quieter. “He probably doesn’t deserve the name- he’s probably just some rich boy with a superiority complex. I hear they call her the little devil- and that she’s fucked half the guy’s she brings around here.”

Jimin shot up turning around to stare at the woman dead in the eyes.

“I think he heard you.” Jimin let out a small growl- low and threatening, it rippled in the mostly quiet lecture room. You looked at him perplexed, of course, you hadn’t heard what they said, everyone turned to look at the interaction.

Luckily for both of you, the professor decided to dismiss class just then. The moment was swallowed by the zipping of bags, the increased chatter, and the sound of the two women booking it out of the room as quickly as possible.

“What was that about?” You asked as you stood shrugging on your coat before you started to pack up your things.

“They where trash talking you,” he said as he slipped his notebook into your bag, which you had declined to let him carry on your way to the college this morning. You flushed slightly; your eyes flickered to the doorway where the girls had disappeared.

“Ignore them, they’re harmless.”

“Does Namjoon know?” Jimin asked as you made to leave the room- you were some of the last to leave class and it was your last one.

“He has bigger problems than some bullies.”

“I’m not sure he would agree.” You sighed; the sound more tired than the last. It made him realize that this probably wasn’t the first time someone had teased you about your family’s livelihood. He knew that people could be cruel. He touched your arm as you climbed the stairs to street level. “Do you want to go home?” he asked softly. You shook your head.

“There’s someone I need to visit at a hospital across town.”

“Do you want to take a cab?” The two of you step out onto the busy city street. It’s a bit after lunch and since it’s a warmer spring day and it's not raining people have filled the streets. Tour groups are milling about intent on touring the college's gardens. Food trucks and vendors have piled on to the edges of the street, selling every type of street food.

“I owe him flowers and the food at the hospital is probably driving him mad. Let's walk there instead.” Jimin follows you, walking behind you when he can’t walk next to you because of the crowds, he makes sure not to let go of your hand. He does his best not to let the number of people overwhelm him though; there are so many new stimuli here.

He picks a few of his kin out of the crowd- a female cat hybrid wearing a bell collar and another dog hybrid that looks like a mutt with spotted ears. His owner, an old lady, coos as she rubs the youngsters tail. The hybrid looks happy and well cared for, the crowed whisks the two of you away before he can find it in himself to feel jealous at all.

You buy a portion of egg toast for Jimin, yourself, and the mystery man across from the hospital picking up a bouquet of pink hydrangeas mixed with pink stargazer lily’s next. Jimin hides the food in his large jacket while you ask the front desk which room belongs to Kim Taehyung. Somehow the man with the boxy smile isn’t what Jimin is expecting.

“Y/n!” he cries when he sees you walk in, the man fights to stand, a large cast covering his right leg makes it difficult.

“Hey Taetae!” you say with a smile. When he tries to stand again you shove him back onto the hospital bed. “Sit down you doff, your ribs are still healing too.” He slings an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into a hug that he’s been aiming for.

“You took so long to visit.” Tae pouts as he takes the flowers from you, touching the hydrangeas softly. “I missed you, none of the boys have visited since last week, they’re all too busy” He wines. His eyes flicker up to meet Jimin; whose been hovering by the doorway with the sneaked in food looking uncomfortable with the displays of affection.

“Tae, this is Jimin, he’s my new guard dog.”

“Guard dog?” Tae asks perplexed. Jimin slides off his black beany to reveal his black ears. Tae’s surprise only lasted so long before he compensated, wiping his face into a cool look of subtle interest.

“Ah well, I’d stand to shake your hand but as you can see.” He gestured to his legs, as you pulled out a chair for Jimin to sit, down while you sat on the end of Tae’s bed. You handed Tae the foil-wrapped street food.

“I couldn’t get your favorite because he’s on the other side of the city today, but I hope this is better than the shit they’re giving you here.”

“They won't even give me champagne.” He said sounding sullen.

“Oh, the horror.” You say sarcastically. Taehyung unwrapped the tinfoil and made a noise of appreciation of the smell.

“Oh you really do love me y/n!” he fake sobbed, being overdramatic giving you a grin that Jimin could tell was supposed to be seductive.

“Just eat you idiot before I change my mind and leave you to eat jello in the hospice ward.” Tea chuckled and ate, Jimin nibbled on the edge of his toast, as you turned away- trying to hide the blush that covered your cheeks. Something that felt an awful lot like envy curled in his stomach but he shoved it down and ate his street food.

“So how are you adjusting to life at the compound Jimin-shi?” Jimin swallowed the rather large bite he had just taken.

“Master Namjoon and mistress y/n have been so accommodating, I need to find a way to thank them properly,” Jimin said, eyes lifting to look at Taehyung who shared a mischievous glance.

“Don’t let it go to your head y/n,” he says grinning.

“What?” you and Jimin ask, though Jimin has a feeling that he’s talking about him calling you mistress. The blush on your faces still hasn’t left but luckily the tension in the room is broken by the entrance of a doctor.

“Ah, doctor!” Taehyung crows, “it's nice to see you!” he is surprisingly young, with delicate features and a soft jaw.

“I didn’t realize you had visitors, I can come back later if it's more convenient.”

“Jimin and I will wait outside” Jimin watches Tae grab your hand and has to tamp down on his instincts not to growl at him to back off. What is with him today? He shouldn’t be so quick to anger. His muscles feel like they’re on the end of a very short fuse. It's obvious that Taehyung knows you and is a member of Namjoon’s inner circle- with the way he talked about the boys and all, but the sight of him putting his hands on you made Jimin’s newly found protective instincts flare like fire.You let go of Tae’s hand and grab Jimin’s, leading him out of the hospital room.

“what’s wrong? You seem a little on edge.” You say, making to slide your hand out of Jimin’s, he makes a noise in the back of his throat and holds onto your hand tighter, he hangs his head. He shivers when he feels your other hand come up to scratch behind his ears, he leans his head into your hand. “I’m not mad Jimin, just worried.” You stop rubbing and he glances up at you.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what-“ he breaks off, looking down again. “Please don’t hit me.” He says, and he can tell by the widening of your eyes and by how you step back away from him that it’s the last thing you expect him to stay. Still, he flinches when you raise your hand but your fingers are only soft and gentle as you tilt his chin up too look at you.

“Jimin, no one is ever going to hit you again, least of all me, I’m going to make sure of it. I promise, no one is ever going to hurt you while I’m here.” He lets out a small wine, closing his eyes before you could see filling with emotions that he can’t shove down.

When he was a child he had spent days dreaming of someone saying words like that to him one day- and had dreamed until his master had beaten the hope out of him. And now here you were; kind and he felt everything but deserving of it. The door to the side opened and the doctor walked out.

Jimin’s skin starts to feel hot as he suppresses another growl, but the tensing of his body wasn’t missed by you or the doctor. You bowed slightly in the direction of the doctor.

“Thank you for looking after my friend doctor.” You said, he bowed back eyes flickering to Jimin.

“I’m sorry if I’m prying- but how long has it been since you’re hybrid’s taken his suppressants?”

“His what?” you asked, eyes flickering to Jimin. Suppressants? He had never heard of them before.

“I-I volunteer at the hybrid clinic in this hospital on my free days- and after the short interaction we had earlier I noticed him behaving like he’s being weaned off of them- which can be very dangerous if they’re close enough to their heat to have the medication still interfere with it.” you and the doctor turned to Jimin.

“They gave us pills at the ken- at my last home.” he noticed you tense when he almost said kennels. And though the doctor might know the kind of people he was treating it was clear that he didn’t know all of it. “They never told us what they were for- I thought they we‘rent important.”

“How long has it been since you’ve take them?” the doctor asks.

“Three days.”

“Then it should be fine if you start taking them today, with minimal side effects.” The doctor gestured at you too follow him towards the hybrid clinic.

“Side effects?” you asked quietly.

“He won’t go into heat, but you should notice him needing a little more of your attention in the next couple of days- I would also not be alarmed if he gets a little overprotective of you.” you laughed at that, it hardly seemed possible.

The hybrid clinic was mostly empty of patients except for one hybrid that was sitting with their owner looking green. The doctor rummaged behind the counter producing a bottle of pills. He handed Jimin one of them and a bottle of water. “Take one every morning or night- but you should try to get him to take them at the same time every day.” Jimin swallowed the pill without the water as you tucked the pills into your bag.

“Thank you, I don’t know what we would have done without you dr…” you look up realizing you don’t know the doctors' name.

The doctor smiles kindly down at you, but for some reason- it seems fake to Jimin. “My name is Dr. Kim Minseok, y/n” he smiles. And Jimin could chalk it up to coincidence and say that he could have learned your name from Taehyung, but for some reason- the fact that he’s using your name and he’s never asked for it gives him pause.

When you get home you find the multi-car garage attached to your house open and Namjoon home. Namjoon’s white button-down shirt is pushed up on his arms, his hands are black with car grease and he looks as disheveled as you’ve ever seen him.

The other cars in the garage are expensive, most of them black except for an old dark green American muscle car that has two black pinstripes down the top of it. It must be a good day if he’s out working on the car that he never has time to drive anymore.

When he was a teenager and you a child, your father had bought him the fixer-upper to teach him the value of working with his hands. It had been only a few months before both of your parents had died. It had taken Namjoon a few years since he rarely had time to work on it and had to teach himself but eventually, he had gotten it running. Now the car was decked out and pristine- He replaced the upholstery and modernized the inside.

You don’t know how many hours you’ve spent in here. Talking with Namjoon as he fixed the car- occasionally teaching you things that you can never remember later- like the function of a carburetor and the difference between a v-8 and a v-6 engine.

You lean up against a workbench as Jimin takes his leave, taking your bag from you and going to put it in the house. “Did you have a good day at school?” your brother asks as he cleans his grease-stained hands on a rag. Just like everything in your house Namjoon’s garage is meticulously organized. You nodded, your eyes flickering to where Jimin’s disappeared, thinking about the incident that occurred with the girls in your class that morning.

“Yeah, I visited Tae at the hospital afterward. He thinks you don’t love him anymore.” A soft smile tugs at the corners of his mouth when he hears about his friend.

“Hmmm I was thinking, a family dinner might be in order, Seokjin wants to cook, we can break him out of the hospital tomorrow night.”

“We should spend some time together tonight.” You say, glancing up at him. “If you’ve got time.”

Namjoon nods, “today I can spare, also something came in the mail that I think you’ll like to see.” He passes you the already opened envelope.

Your eyes flicker to Jimin. He’s come back to the front yard but he’s giving you both space. He’s standing in the front garden looking at the flowers. His fingers brushing over the roses that are just starting to bloom, feeling their silken buds.

“He’s a little strange isn’t he,” Namjoon comments idly.

You shrug, “he’s had a bad life, but he’s… adjusting quickly, he nearly growled at Tae today though.”

“I wouldn’t have expected it to be good with a man like J-park as his master.” You shivered and agreed with him; J-park was notorious for betraying even his friends- he had little loyalty. You knew that his business with your brother didn’t reflect on Namjoon’s character. But you also knew that your brother hated dealing with him for that reason. “and I’m sure Tae deserved it, that boy doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut or keep his hands too himself.”

“You’d think he’d have gotten better over the years.”

“Once a man whore always a man whore.” Namjoon shrugged. You laughed, your bothers annoyance at his second youngest member insistence to flirt with anything with a pair of legs (male or female) never ceased to irk him. But since you knew Taehyung was harmless- especially when it came to you, you found it hilarious. After all, Taehyung was one of your best friends and was almost as protective of you as Hoseok and Seokjin were.

You opened the envelope and your brother watched you with baited breath. The matt black invitation slipped on your hands. “We cordially invite mister and miss Kim Namjoon and Kim y/n to this years spring fundraiser… to be held at Gyeongbokguung palace!!!” you squealed, jumping into Namjoon’s arms. “We can go?!” you ask, you knew Namjoon got invites for these things all the time- but because of the danger he rarely went. He grinned and nodded.

“It’s just some stuffy politician’s party- but I know how much you liked going there when we where kids so I thought why not? It’s been a while since we’ve gone out and apparently, he’s gotten an idol group to perform there and I hear the palace looks lovely at night.”

“Joon thank you!” your smile is infectious and is equally reflected in your brother’s dimply smile. Your brother usually hates these things- but you know he’s been feeling guilty for not giving his family enough attention recently. “I’ve already invited the boys as well. You’re going to need a dress, and Jimin is going to need a suit.” your eyes flicker to the hybrid.

“He can come too?” you ask getting more excited. Namjoon nods.

“I’m going to need someone to make sure you don’t get into trouble. It’s a few weeks away. I’ll call the tailor to come and take his measurements tomorrow.”

You’re already dreaming about it- thinking about what you can wear and what style you can go for. Clothes have always been your weakness, and although the event is obviously going to be black tie; that gives you more than enough to work with when it comes to picking a dress. You squeal again, pulling your brother in for a hug.

“Thank you Namjoon, I know how much you hate those sort of functions.”

“It’s worth it if It makes you happy.” He smiles, going back over to his car. “We can get takeout tonight and have the family dinner tomorrow night; go do your homework.” he gestures to where Jimin is lying down in the sun enjoying the daisy’s his tail wagging happily. You giggle. “Take that one with you- he looks a little too happy.” You see Namjoon’s small smile.

Jimin is a little shy when you get him, but your smile doesn’t leave your face even when he looks abashed that he was enjoying the outdoors so much. He’s never been outside quite so much, and the flowers are just so soft. He saw the way that Taehyung touched the hydrangeas earlier and he couldn’t resist repeating the motion with the barely blooming spring flowers. His cheeks are still flushed with cold as you set up your computer in the living room, even after you’ve changed into a pair of shorts and a baggy but cozy sweater and he’s changed into a pair of warm track pants.

You’re intent on doing your writing assignment for your psychology class that’s due in a few days. Jimin sits on the floor next to you. You tell him he can sit on the couch but he just shakes his head and leans his head back onto the couch's edge. He hopes that by being next to you you’ll touch his head again like you did yesterday.

He knows what the doctor said, that over the next few days he’ll be needier but he didn’t expect this. He knew what heats where but always just assumed that he’d not had one yet because he wasn’t healthy enough or because he was constantly healing and being prepared for another fight. That sort of thing tended to stop happening when you got too stressed out, and Jimin’s life had been anything but peaceful until this point.

He never assumed the shots and pills they had them take where anything but supplements. But now what the doctor said had made sense. Jimin was also perplexed about the doctor. And didn’t know how he had learned your name, but you didn’t seem upset about it, or worried so maybe he should just let it go. You clicked on the TV, the drama turned on low so that you could concentrate on your work, but Jimin could hear it just fine. Last night wore on him and tugged him down, you were safe- and it was probably ok that he slept right now… right?

He fell into sleep his head leaning to the side against your bare thigh. You stiffened when he did this, but he was too sleepy to move back.

His body ached, his bruises and his knuckles were healing, but the anxiety of the last few days was catching up with him. Your fingers rubbed a slow path from one ear to another, and his back arched into your touch. His fingers hovered around your anckles, rubbing a smooth line down the inner side of your calf, making you shiver.

“I’m sorry.” He said, putting his hands back on the plush carpet. He could tell by the tight sound of your voice when you said you where fine that a blush was coloring your face. He leaned his face into your thigh again, giving you better excess to rub his ears and pet him more. He was so relaxed, his belly full, safe, and turned to mush by your tender touches. He fell asleep against you and you chuckled turning back to read your paper. A few hours pass and Jimin shows no sign of moving or wakening but you don’t mind. His cheek is warm against the edge of your bare thigh.

Namjoon hasn’t come in yet and though you know he would probably frown at the position you and your hybrid are in. Jimin is so cute that you can’t make him move. You smile down at him softly as his lips part against your thigh, his warm breath tickling the skin there.

“What are you doing?” a pissed voice says behind you and it's not Namjoon who greets you when you look over the side of the couch. It’s Hoseok, looking as good as ever in a pair of tight pants- his leather motorcycle jacket tossed over a tight black shirt.

“Nothing.” Your hand stills in Jimin’s hair.

“He’s your guard dog y/n.” His voice is scalding, and barely above a whisper.

“And petting him is a crime?” You’re surprised Jimin hasn’t woken, but he doesn’t move his breathing remains low and steady

“That’s not what he’s for and you know it.”

You scoff. “Please tell me you have a little more respect for me than that, please tell me you know me well enough to know that I would never take advantage of someone vulnerable like Jimin?” Hoseok steps in front of you- the carpet muffling his steps.

“It’s not him I’m worried about being taken advantage of y/n.” his voice is deadly low and you see his jaw tighten as he spits the words in a whisper. “He’s a killer y/n, never forget that.”

“A killer just like you and my brother.” you spit back, and it’s a low blow even for you. you don’t really have a problem with what your brother and his gang does, and maybe that makes you a psychopath but you’d be damned if Hoseok distrusted Jimin for something as stupid as that. By that logic, no one that you have ever loved is trustworthy.

Hoseok’s low laugh is almost broken as he rubs a finger along his jaw. “What was Namjoon thinking? I hope you know what you’re doing y/n.” Hoseok turns to leave, and you sit there, letting him go- because you don’t want to wake Jimin and have him present for an argument like this.

“Tell your brother to answer his goddamned phone.”

“Tell him yourself he’s in the garage.”

“He’s not,” Hoseok says, and leaves. Your brother disappearing isn’t at all unusual; he probably just took his car out for a drive. You’re fuming; your blood boiling. How can Hoseok say something like that about you? And about Jimin, you might not have known him for long but Jimin is hardly threatening. He’s so constantly terrified of disappointing you that you could never imagine him overstepping boundaries in the way that Hoseok was implying.

You sigh heavily closing your laptop and reaching for the remote to change the channel to the news.

“Don’t worry about him- he’s just jealous.” you look down startled.

“I didn’t realize you where awake, how much did you hear?” He sat up and leaned away from your leg, leaving the skin there cold.

“All of it- I woke up when he got in the house- but I didn’t tell you because I recognized his scent.” It was easy to forget how much keener Jimin’s senses were that yours when for all intents and purposes he was human. It was so unfair to them- to hybrids, that they could be owned when they were just a few strands of DNA away from being human.

“I don’t think he was jealous- he’s just… overprotective?” you proffer, Jimin snorts while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“The same way that Taehyung is overprotective of you?” you still at that staring at him wide-eyed.

“You shouldn’t say that so loud, Namjoon would kill them if he ever found out.”

“How long.” He asked, glancing up at you, not realizing that you knew their affection was greater than platonic love.

“A few years, Taehyung has always been more resigned about it than Hoseok. He-“ you broke off looking down feeling guilt.

“Has anything ever happened between you two?” You looked around looking back into the kitchen, checking to make sure that your brother hasn’t walked in. “we’re alone” Jimin clarifies leaning his arm against the couch's edge. “Master Namjoon left a little while ago.” You looked back at him, and you bite your lip and push all of your papers too the side. “How long has Hoseok been in love with you?”

“It happened once- years ago, but I knew Namjoon would never- and he wanted to try an convince him, and warm him up to the idea of us slowly, but I was barely out of high school. Everything was happening too fast and I didn’t want anything to change so I called it off before he could ask Namjoon to let him take me out on an official date.”

“And he’s liked you ever since?” you looked down, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Before and after- Hoseok has always been one of my closest friends- I mean Namjoon and I are close but there are things that he’d just rather not know. You know?” Jimin touched your hand.

“I’m beginning to…” he says softly, looking up at you through his thick lashes. Unfortunately for you- the intimate moment is ruined by the front door opening, and Jimin and you recoil from each other. What Hoseok has said has you both on edge as Namjoon walks in carrying more take out that the three of you could ever possibly eat- a trailing Jungkook behind him carrying even more bags.

“I brought your favorite and Jungkook- he wasn’t to challenge Jimin to video games.” You grin standing to help them get plates, which you bring to the kitchen. Usually, you would make an effort to only eat in the kitchen or dining room. But tonight’s a special night; it's so rare that either of you have a night in that no one bothers to judge.

“I have to beat you at something,” Jungkook says to Jimin, grinning the easy grin that you’ve become accustomed too. “After you destroyed me the other day.” Jimin hands him a plate blushing.

“I’m sorry about that,” Jimin says as you scoop out some food onto everyone’s plates.

“No hard feelings,” Jungkook says, grinning as he takes his plate from you after thanking you. “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to kill you in overwatch though.”

“I’ve never played video games before,” Jimin admits quietly. And Jungkook grin widens. “Oh no.” you groan, “I know what that smirk means.” your smile is parroted on Namjoon’s face.

“It means that Jungkook’s found an easy opponent.” Jimin finds himself quietly laughing with all of you, the heaviness from his body leaving just a little bit.

That night- it takes you a while to fall asleep and Jimin is still sleeping on the settee next to you by the time sleep finally finds you. He can hear Namjoon awake in the study directly below you. Talking on the phone with someone but he cant make out the words.

Its nearly 1 am by the time the smell of fear starts to fill the room, thick and heady coming from you where you toss and turn in the bed. Your hair is spread around you by the time that Jimin realizes that what you’re having is a nightmare.

“Y/n,” he says softly, sitting up to get a better look at you. You toss your head to the side, a small noise falling from your lips as your hands push at something that’s not there. He rises from the settee walking over to the side of your bed, he touches your shoulder gently calling your name a little louder.

You wake with a start- and you’re on the other side of the bed faster then he can blink, your chest heaving as you take in everything; Jimin standing on the side of the bed, the door closed your bedroom.

safe safe safe, you are safe, but why does your body want to run to flee to somewhere. The dream leaves a metallic taste in your mouth. You brush your hair back from your sweaty face.

“A dream- it was just a dream y/n,” Jimin says softly, calming you with his voice, deep from hours of disuse.

“But it felt so real- I-“ you break off; Jimin reaches out, brushing your arm delicately.

“You’re safe, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, tell me about it- so that I can put your fears to rest” you shudder against his touch- though not, you realize because you don’t like it. Maybe the reason why you’ve been so free with your affection with Jimin because, after all of this time, you’ve longed for it too.

He holds you calmly against his chest, feeling the aftereffects of your dream make your body shake. “About a year ago” you start off softly.

“I was walking home from college- I had managed to convince Namjoon that I didn’t need a constant escort, I was so happy to be out on my own for once that I took the long way home. By the time I realized I was being followed it was too late. They dragged me into this car and stuffed me in the trunk, and I listened to them tell me all of the things they were going to do to me to get back at the real monster for killing their leader.”

Jimin’s voice was low, he’s furious; that someone had tried to hurt you that way, that you had been through something like that- made him so angry that he felt his hackles raised. “How did you get away?” he asked, making sure to continue rubbing your back softly. You gestured to the panic watch that he still wore.

“I pushed the panic beacon, Namjoon found us before we could get to where ever they were planning on torturing me, he killed everyone before he got me out of the trunk and then covered my face so that I wouldn’t see the blood, but I still looked back. there was so much blood, he didn’t make it easy for any of them, but he was so angry and worried about me that he didn’t make it slow.”

“Is that what was your dream about.” He asked quietly, keeping you talking, knowing that you would calm down, already your shaking had stopped and your voice was a little stronger. You nodded.

“Namjoon never came in my dream, and kept trying to run, but it was like my legs wouldn’t move- like they were glued to the sidewalk” His breath caught and he held you a little tighter.

He kept muttering to you, that you were safe, that he and Namjoon would never let anyone ever hurt you again. They would have to kill him before they got to you. He told you that he would be around forever to protect you.

Eventually, you stilled, sniffled, and rested your head back on your pillow. He smiled softly down at you and made to get off the bed, but you grabbed the edge of his shirt.

“Please.” You asked softly. Jimin swallowed, positive that this was exactly the situation that Hoseok had been worried about earlier that day. Jimin didn’t get into bed next to you but he curled up at the foot of your bed, around your bent legs.

When your breathing slowed and you felt back to sleep, this time an easier and deeper sleep. Jimin rested his head on his hands and watched the door, and did not take his eyes off of it for the entire night.

No one was going to hurt you again, not on his watch.

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moustashleighdabbles · 6 years

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Just what the Doctor ordered

Part 4 (Part 3 / Part 2 / Part 1)

Fenris/Anders, SFW, Angst, 1800 words. To be continued. Doctor Anders and Mortician Fenris.

I am not good at writing angst so this was a test, noting gory but there is death or a minor character. Hope its okay, fluff will come soon!

Next part for the wonderful @ithinkitsdashing :3

Anders flopped on the creaky old office chair and stared at his pile of paperwork, sunlight just peering through the window. Pounces glazed eyes looked on without compassion for once, he didn’t like paper work either, far less enjoyable than helping the kids in his care recover from surgery or dealing with long term conditions. He loved the smiles on their faces when Pounce came to the rescue, taking nasty pain away and helping them learn the importance of caring for themselves.

Once this was done and dusted his afternoon would be free, that was the most important thing, he kept reminding himself that. He also wanted to go for an early round this morning as poor Tabatha would have come out of surgery and he wanted to make sure she was recovering well.

Today was going to be a good day, Anders could feel it, a happy little girl looking forward to going home soon, paper work cleared and done for the time being (before it piled up again), and a date with a handsome man who made his heart flutter. Yes, good day.

The mountain of paperwork was shrinking as the window of light spread across his desk, a few hours cracking through patient sheets and insurance forms had paid off and Pounces bored eyes lit up when Anders leant back and sighed, signalling a break and hopefully some cuddles from children exited to see the small bundle of fur.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Catching a hold of the desk before he fell off the leaning chair, Anders fumbled for his pager.

“No.” The word was soft but urgent off his lips.

With great speed and the grace of a baby gazelle with legs a little too long for the rest of him. He charged out of the room, paperwork flying as he frantically made his way to the paediatric recovery room. Ponce had instinctively been put in his pocket without a second thought.

“No, no, no…” was whispered desperately as he charged down the white halls, skipping through a maze of people, with his eyes set on the colourful flowers at the end of the hall.

There she was, by the window on the furthest wall, it looked out over the garden, her favourite place, full of flowers and a swing that he pushed her on for hours when she first arrived, talking about what was happening to her and making her feel safe. Tabatha was such a kind soul, keeping Pounce close to her so he wouldn’t fall off, petting him and sharing her juice.

Nurses surrounded her, hands fluttered as medical equipment was pulled and pushed to where it was needed. Tubes and lines ran from her small body pumping and beeping, mercilessly holding life in her veins. She looked too fragile, too small, too overwhelmed.

Pleading eyes from all those in the room willed the small child to make it back to the waking world.

Anders had been calling orders and questions from the second he stepped foot through the door, seconds ticked by and it all felt so like he was running through tar as he reached for her hand.

His fingers wrapped round her limp fingers.

Then there was nothing.

Everyone stopped, it was like the whole world paused for a moment of silence. But it wasn’t silent, no, that sound rang in his ears, it tugged at his soul as the buzzing of a flat line filled the air.

“No.” Not even a whisper, barely a breath on his lips.

Leads and tubes slowly were removed from her body, each leaving deathly red marks on her skin, like scars.

He couldn’t pull his eyes away from her face, no longer a toothy smile or rosy cheeks. No smudge of paint or sparkle in her eye, no polite hand reaching for Pounce tucked in his pocket.

Pounce, he lifted the fluffy cat and gently cradled it in his free hand, still not letting go of her lifeless fingers. Gently placing the cat over her still heart, a prayer for none to hear flowed from his lips.

“In my heart, you live on Always there never gone Precious child, you left too soon Tho' it may be true that we're apart You will live forever... in my -” A ball of pain in his throat stopped all but tears from falling down his cheeks.

Free from her shackles a nurse covered the body with a simple white sheet. He couldn’t look away. A firm but gentle hand on his back lead him to the hallway, but the pain still followed.

She was talking to him, muffled words barely making it though the thoughts rushing through his mind. Something about office, going home, pounce, rest. He nodded absentmindedly before taking one shuffling step after another absentmindedly down the corridor. Soon he was in his office, staring at the inspirational posters above his desk, a multitude of cats and colourful fonts telling him to keep his chin up and keep meowving on.

“No! How? Why?” Before he knew it, he was walking that dark corridor again, through the chilly depths of the hospital. Steps not quite a run. He had one word in his mind. Why.

A gloved hand catches him on the shoulder just as a small table with a white sheet is rolled to the examination room. He keens forward leaning to see if it was all a mistake and Tabatha would be upstairs to greet him with a flurry of questions about how pounce was.

But no, that white sheet was the very same that tugged at his heart and soul.

The grip on his shoulder held fast, but gently gave way, only to have Fenris fill his vision, and thoughts of Tabatha disappeared for a split second before crashing back.

His brow was knitted, hair covered and scrubs from head to toe, the mortician meant business.

“Anders, you shouldn’t be here. Go home, look after yourself, we will find out what happened and tell you as soon as we can.” Fenris was firm but he gave a solemn smile when all Anders could do was stare at him, tears falling soundlessly.

“I have to know, I have to know what I did wrong, why did she have to die Fenris? Why?” Anders voice was flat, there was nothing left in him, he just needed to know.

A simple nod was all he got, every emotion welled up in him ready to break free before a strong hand entwined his fingers and started leading him away from the little girl he had failed. Numbly following, he didn’t take in the journey through the maze of corridors.

Soon he was being sat in a leather wing back chair in the corner of a small office. Fenris knelt in front of him, hands on his knees looking up at him with sombre eyes.

“It was not your fault Anders,” Mouth opening and clicking shut as fast as it opened when he saw the glare on the man’s face, softening when he was sure Anders wouldn’t interrupt “I will find out what happened. For the time being make yourself comfortable here for as long as you need, but please, stay safe.”

With that he stood up and silently left the room, gently clicking the door closed behind him with one final glance back at the stunned man in the chair.

He sat there, just processing the events of the day for maker knows how long. Slowly he stood and looked at his surroundings, having not taken them in in all the time he sat berating himself for what he could have done, been faster, changed her procedure before, checked all her medication, anything. It was useless, he was going round in circles.

A dark mahogany bookshelf lined the back wall, filled with books both medical and obscure, they seemed to be written in Tevene, not a language he understood in any way. After peering at a few he turned his attention to the art on the walls, flashes of colour with abstract shapes and dancing lines. How odd, Fenris didn’t seem like the type to have modern art, well maybe he was? His desk was neat and tidy, everything tucked away or in orderly piles. The want to snoop was strong, but he didn’t have the energy to even think about it.

The chair was too inviting and perhaps a book would take his mind off the questions running through his mind, muddling his thoughts and making him want to curl up in a ball and disappear from the world. His hand instinctively found Pounce, still safely tucked into his pocket, he rubbed the bold patch just under his chin out of habit.

The door clicked open and Fenris stepped into the room, still head to toe in scrubs. Anders couldn’t look him in the eye, he just looking for words that could express him properly, none came out.

“There is nothing you could have done” Fenris said, simply and without preconception.

“There is always more that could be done Fenris, what happened?” That’s when he looked the man in the eye. He wanted, no, needed to know.

It was a long moment before he replied, almost like he was weighing up what to tell him. Anders couldn’t take it any more as seconds ticked by.

“TELL ME” The word came out filled with fury, what did he do, what more could he have done? But the anger died as quickly as it washed over him, “please” His voice was so small now, all fight gone, he just couldn’t let it go, he thought all tears had pitter pattered out of him, but clearly not when they started rolling down his cheeks yet again.

“I will be back momentarily.” He was gone again, this time the door was left ajar, no click.

Anders stared at the book shelfs, waiting for the mysterious man to appear again. He didn’t have the energy to think about what was happening, he just wanted to know.

Time couldn’t be measured down here, no sun to give an idea of minuets and hours passing. Not even a damn clock, who doesn’t have a clock in their office?

“Let’s go, I will explain on the way.” That deep voice broke Anders musing about clocks and time and other darker things.

Fenris was not in scrubs, but dark jeans, trainers, leather studded jacket and grey scarf, he had a beanie in hand and was leaning in the door way without stepping over the threshold.

“I’ve spoken to admin and told them what happed, someone will cover my evening shift and they know you won’t be available tomorrow so have called in a cover.” He was so sure and solid that he just didn’t know how to react. A question on his lips lost with a slight nod of his head, anywhere was better than here.

“Let’s take you home, I will tell you what I can.” And with that, he was whisked out the door and down a different, or maybe it was the same, maze of corridors.

#my writing #gift #ithinkitsdashing #fenders #fenris #anders #angst #to be continued #part 4 #Just what the doctor ordered

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renegade-is-in-my-blood · 5 years

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Summer is gone. Temperatures are low and as a pharmacist, I’ve noticed way too many people sick with the cold already. We’re in the middle of that awesome weather when no one knows how to dress properly. It’s cold, it’s hot it’s all at once. You don’t want to carry unnecessary layers in the afternoon so you’re willing to freeze your ass off in the morning. I get that. We’ve all been there. But keeping yourself warm and in style is so easy.

My favorite solution is a scarf. Small. Warm. Easy to carry when the weather changes. Could simply blend into the outfit or be the key accessory. So many options to choose from.

For example, you can find a cute collection of scarves at Forever21. My top pick has to be this Variegated Striped Oblong Scarf. Comfy and stylish. Last chance to get yours is right now.

Besides Forever21 is having a sale on sale.

Up to 70% off + additional 50% off with discount code: SALE50

+free delivery on all orders over 60$

Marksandspencer scarves and beanies collection is spectacular. Let me point out Alpaca & Wool Beanie or Animal Print Beanie. I remember times, when I hated wearing hats in general and freezing my ears off was a standard. If only I had discovered those beanies sooner by health would be so grateful.

M&S sells those stylish, small, luxury, satin scarves with many different patterns that look just perfect with simple outfits. Doesn’t offer much warmth thought just looks spectacular. Just like these ones:

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Really warmy ones got to be blanket scarves that could basically swallow you whole. Just like this Frayed Trim Plaid Scarf from Shein. Frayed and checked patterns are just so autumn. Always been. Always will and you can find many warm frayed scarves at shein.

Don’t forget you get 3$ off your first order from shein and free shipping on orders over 49.51$.

Similar ones could be found at Romwe, just like this Camel Tassel Scarf in nice earthy color greatly associated with autumn. The older I get the more important warmth gets for me.

You can get 5$ off your first order over 49$ at Romwe.

What is left to mention is fur scarves just like this Animal print fur scarf created for Macy’s for their I.N.C. Faux-Fur Collection.

Extra 30% off code: VIP

Speaking of keeping yourself warm, be prepared for the cold and get your proper coat now. I personally adore Macy’s Coat check collection and how it’s made just perfectly.

The whole page HERE is thoroughly made. Not only are the coats divided by the color, pattern or brands, but each individual style comes up with “how to wear it” section. Let’s face it, we all need some push from time to time.

To mention my favorite:

Faux Fur

This is not your grandmother’s stole. The new generation of fuzzy goodness comes in fresh colors, like emerald green and millennial pink.

HOW TO WEAR IT:

Paired with your favorite jeans or leggings, a luxe textured jacket reads laid-back glam.

The cat’s Meow

Leopard hits the spot for fall and looks as fierce on a puffer as it does a proper overcoat.

HOW TO WEAR IT:

Mix leopard with cheetah and otherwise untamed animal prints. This season,more is more.

Animal prints and fur are in style this season. Just as I predicted in my 2019 fashion predictions with Romwe. Thank God.

Runny noses are sad to part of autumn but could be easily prevented. Don’t forget to keep yourself warm and in style this fall.

Happy shopping. XO

Keep yourself warm in style Summer is gone. Temperatures are low and as a pharmacist, I've noticed way too many people sick with the cold already.

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howsit-going-toend · 7 years

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What Do YOU Want? Pt. 4

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 2,700+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 ... Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

You were frozen, listening to the grown men shout at each other. Their voices were muffled and your conscience could not make itself loud enough for you to know whether you should lean an ear directly to the door, walk in and interrupt their yelling, or just walk away altogether.

Reluctantly, you decided on the first option and steadied your breathing enough to gently rest your face against the large double doors leading to Yang’s office. Jiyong was just on the other side of those doors; his body was closer to you than it had been in nearly four months and your heart couldn’t begin to process it. It was difficult to control its rate as you listened to his voice clearly for the first time in so long. There was also no controlling your eyes as they widened upon realizing what they were talking about.

You.

“What did you expect me to do, GD, hmm? Let her perform while you drove yourself insane, obsessing over her the whole night? I knew I couldn’t have you perform under those conditions. It was too much of a risk!”

It wasn’t often that Yang yelled and it was even less often that he yelled at Jiyong. You could probably count on one hand the amount of times you’d ever heard the two of them yelling at one another throughout the entire 3 years that you’ve known him. They were two of the most stubborn and strongest minded people you’ve ever met and hearing them raise their voices towards each other could fill a room with the absolute thickest tension. You could feel it just by being on the other side of those doors, and your spine tingled knowing you were the reason for such a rare moment.

“I’m not a teenage boy; I’m a professional performer. We both are. We would have been completely fine but you refuse to acknowledge that. Did you know I was heartbroken that entire night and obsessed over the thought of her anyway? No, you couldn’t tell now could you? Because I know how to put on a goddamn show despite what I might be going through.”

“You don’t know that. I know you. It would have been so much worse had she been there. The show went fine and nothing else was effected by her absence. Everyone got through it just fine. Get over it.” Yang’s words were like venom and if you weren’t able to hear everything through the doors so clearly, you would have sworn he spit on the ground in front of Jiyong as he said his last sentence.

“YG’s performances that night wouldn’t have existed without her! She works just as hard as the rest of us here and she deserved that stage!”

“I refuse to be spoken to like this from you. I’m not discussing this any further. You may go back to work in the studio.” With the sound of papers shuffling against a desk, you didn’t have to be in that room to know that Jiyong no longer held Yang’s attention.

The sound of quick footsteps approaching still caught you off guard as you removed your face from the doors and drew a few paces back just in time for Jiyong’s exit. He pushed forcefully through both doors and immediately stopped as his eyes locked on you standing before him.

There he was: mouth agape and eyes widened in disbelief as if you were a ghost; an apparition of the former life he once cherished. He wore a dark green flannel, with blue jeans rolled at the ankles, above his favorite pair of black Vans. His jet black hair was disheveled from running his fingers through it over and over again, as he has always done whenever he’s frustrated. He held a black beanie tightly in both of his hands. The large double doors to the office slammed shut behind him and you flinched at the sharp sound while Jiyong’s gaze never left your face.

“Y/N…” He muttered, barely moving his lips as he still couldn’t believe you were truly there in front of him. He paused and looked down as he ran a hand across his face and shook his shoulders in order to pull himself back to reality. “How. Uh. How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough.” That’s all you could get out. You weren’t prepared to see him today and you definitely weren’t prepared to hear everything you just heard. Remembering what you originally came there for, you quickly excused yourself. “Give me a minute. This won’t take long.”

He watched in confusion as you marched past him to open the doors to Yang’s office.

“Y/N, wait! What are you doing?” It took every ounce of energy to ignore Jiyong’s voice that fell to a whisper as you got further from him and closer to Yang’s desk.

You saw the feared CEO; his gaze fixed on a stack of papers in front of him, completely unphased by the sound of footsteps coming closer on the tiled floor.

“I told you I’m through discussing this. I can’t go back in time. What do you want from me GD, I - oh Y/N, well, here you are. I’m assuming you heard most of our discussion just now and know that whatever you’re wanting to say has already been said.” He’d lifted his eyes from the papers long enough to realize you weren’t Jiyong coming back for a last word. Instead he placed a fist under his chin as he leaned on the desk towards you with fake interest.

“Not quite everything; I quit.”

You said the words with no hesitation and the utmost confidence, eyes locked on his. His eyebrows rose in surprise, as he lifted himself and sat back in his chair. With a long sigh, he rubbed his eyes and before he began to say something, you continued.

“This isn’t up for negotiation. I respect you and always have, Yang Hyun Suk. It is clear to me now that the respect has never been mutual and I have invested too much of my own blood, sweat, and tears into this company to let it carry on any further. Consider this my two week notice.” As you spoke the words, a loud crash was heard from the outside hallway.

He just stared at you with wide eyes and a hand propped up on the arm of the desk chair, holding his face. You didn’t give him any more of your time as you turned on your heels and exited the room. The both of you knew there was nothing more to be said.

As you opened the door, you found one of the decorative vases outside of Yang’s office shattered on the ground away from its original place. It was as if someone had swung their arm and flung the piece across the hall. You looked left and right and noticed that Jiyong was no longer in sight.

He must have been listening and heard you announce your decision.

You let an exasperated sigh leave your lips. You had been genuinely ready to speak to him and hoped that he wouldn’t allow his own frustrations to get the best of him. Again. Hearing him speak to Yang had made you begin to think differently of how he’d been feeling this whole time. He was heartbroken that entire night; just like you had been… There was no describing the feeling that came over you upon hearing that news. Maybe he’d put the thought and effort into everything you’d told him about near the end of your relationship like you’d been wanting him to.

You paced in front of the elevator doors as you awaited your trip to the ground floor. You reached for your phone, found Jiyong on your recent call list and tapped his name. You called him three times and got sent to voicemail after the second or third ring each time. He was ignoring you.

What is it about a break up that brings about such cat-and-mouse games? Why must you torment yourselves with wondering what the other person is thinking, but feeling as though you have no place to contact them? Why must there consistently be one of you giving space to the other person who is wanting the exact opposite. With a deep breath, you walked into the elevator and accepted that you probably wouldn’t be hearing from Jiyong for the rest of the day.

It was in the silence of the elevator that everything truly began to set in. Your heart ached from how much you’d missed his gaze, but it hurt more that the moment had passed right before your eyes. You knew you weren’t over him, but you didn’t think that seeing him again would do this to you. Just like that, he was gone again. You brought a hand to your chest and inhaled sharply once the familiar ding resonated within the confined space. It was a true battle to control the tears that wanted so desperately to fall from your eyes.

When the following day had come and gone without a shred of effort at contact from Jiyong, you swallowed back the lump in your throat, knowing he was probably really angry with you and just didn’t want to speak any time soon. But when the entire week passed without a word, you felt the glimpse of hope you’d gotten from looking into his eyes begin to dissipate.

More days passed and before you knew it, your last day of YG had come. This was it: he was going to let you walk away again.

The day had been filled with tears of all kinds, and enough hugs to get you through the next year and a half. But there wasn’t anything that made your heart swell more than the members of iKon who had arranged a surprise for you in the cafeteria at the end of the day.

Bobby had run into the dance studio abruptly, telling you in a serious tone “Y/N! You need to come with me! I think Donghyuk broke his ankle and you’re the only one I could think of to help us right now. Come on!” You matched your face with the concern that covered Bobby’s and followed him as you both rushed through the hallways and up the stairwell. As he led you closer to the cafeteria, Bobby slowed to a walk and turned to look at you with a big smile. Your face twisted in confusion as he reached out and grabbed your hand while the two of you turned the corner into the YG cafeteria.

“Wait, what are you doing? Where’s Donghyuk? We need to get to h…”

“SURPRISE!!!” the other members yelled in unison as they appeared in front of the tables with a cake and a sign that said “We love you Y/N! We’ll miss you!”

You brought your hands to cover your face as you immediately started crying. “Yah! You guys, what are you doing!” you mumbled in between your fingers. Without looking, you extended an arm and shoved Bobby’s shoulder for worrying you. “I should break your ankle for making me think Donghyuk broke his!” He laughed and pulled you in for a hug, while the other boys followed and wrapped you in a mass of arms.

You sat and ate cake with them for the next hour, while you all reminisced through the memories you’d made together just in the past year. You used to think of them as your children, but they’d actually become more like brothers. At a time in your life that had been filled with such heartbreak, knowing that you had them truly made you happy.

You stood up at the head of the table to address them all before you each returned to your days. “Even though I’ll be solely teaching classes at my dance studio from now on, I will always miss working with you guys the most. Keep making me proud and visit me whenever, all right? I love you all! iKon, fighting!” The seven of them erupted in cheers as you all bowed to one another. You thanked them one last time for the amazing surprise and turned to head back to the studio to grab your stuff.

“Y/N! Wait up!” Bobby had parted from the other members and walked towards you while the rest of them headed in the opposite direction.

“Ah, well if it isn’t the liar himself!” You teased, while he laughed and pretended to flinch at your words.

“Before you go, we’ve got to make a deal, ok?” His face was suddenly serious and didn’t break eye contact while he waited for your nod of agreement.

“Mino, B.I., Jinhwan, and I usually go out for food or drinks when we don’t have any schedule issues during the week. Since you’ve gone out with us plenty of times before, we wanted to see if you’d join us during our weekly tradition. That way we know we’ll still have a guaranteed time to see you, you know?”

You smiled ear to ear at his touching offer and agreed enthusiastically. “Of course! I’ll miss you guys too much if I can’t see you on a regular basis all of a sudden. I’m so down. Just hit me up whenever you arrange anything. Cool?”

Bobby clapped a hand to his fist with a big grin on his face as he bowed his head. “Sweet, sounds great.” He tapped the brim of his snapback to you as he turned around and jogged in the direction that the other 6 boys went. “I’ll text you!” he yelled over his shoulder, and just then as you held up a thumb you remembered something: you’d never returned to those texts from the night of the MAMA’s.

Well I’m awful.

You reached for your phone and felt your cheeks immediately flush once you’d opened your conversation with Bobby.

BB: You! We wanted to see you before the show for a group pic! Where you at?

BB: Assuming you’re too busy getting ready. We’re not trying to bug you oh great choreographer!

BB: Well that felt awesome. Did it look awesome? Cuz, we’re looking for you to tell us how awesome we are.

BB: My name’s Bobby and I miss Y/N wahhhhhh

BB: I wish I was as kool as Y/N but I’m justa dumb bunnie

BB: I talk about Y/N allllll theeeee tiiiiime and swear I’m her fav member

BB: My name’s Bobby and I also smell like dirty socks after I get off stage

BB: Y/N srsly where r u I miss u

BB: Shit, Jinhwan and Chanwoo snagged my phone after we found out what happened…that wasn’t me, pleaaase believe me haha…

These guys really were hilarious and you felt so lucky to know them. Maybe Bobby was your favorite member but he was also the one whom you’d grown the closest to so you could picture him actually saying some of these things. He really was a silly bunny, just like their fans liked to call him. You found yourself rereading the messages while you packed all your things from the studio and began to head out and end your final day as an employee of YG Entertainment.

You put your phone back in your pocket as you walked through the hall of the first floor, taking the time to actually admire all the art and awards on the walls. To say this moment was bittersweet would be a drastic understatement.

With the front doors in sight, you took a deep breath. “Well, this is it.” As you reached for one of the handles, a familiar voice by the front stairwell caught your attention.

“Y/N. Leaving so soon?” You turned unenthusiastically; knowing the voice did not belong to the person you’d hope it would and looked Yang in the eye.

“Well. It seems my time here is over.” You spoke shortly; cautious for what he was about to say.

“Mmm. Indeed. Y/N, I want you to know something. At the end of the day, no matter what you or anyone else believes: I respect what you do. I know you’ll do well with whatever opportunities come your way. I’m sure we’ll see each other again in the future.” He ended his address with a bow.

You were so caught off guard by the response that you couldn’t say anything. All you could do was bow in return. He nodded his head and ascended up the stairwell, while you turned back to the doors in disbelief.

You let out a sigh and stood there for a minute more, waiting for a moment you knew would never come. As you took one last look back at the empty hallway and saw no one coming, you pushed through the doors and left the only place that held any last ties between you and Kwon Jiyong.

#g dragon scenarios #g dragon #g dragon angst #bigbang scenarios #kpop scenarios

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guoidrafts-blog · 7 years

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Yoon’s phone began to vibrate just as he walked through his front door. He let out a loud, irritated groan and pelted his keys quite literally across the apartment, just narrowly missing where Kally had been napping, though he had in no way been aiming for her. Kally let out a weak meow as she lazily waddled over towards her owner, brushing against his black slacks and successfully getting her long white hairs embedded into the fine fabric. Yoon sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose as his phone continued to incessantly irritate his skin through the thin layer of fabric of his pants that lay between the phone in his pocket and his thigh. "For fucks sake." He growled out, snatching the thing from his deep pocket and sliding his finger along the cracked glass screen– a crack he hadn't noticed earlier, it must have been from the scuffle. He inwardly groaned and decided he'd deal with that hell in the morning. He didn't bother to look at the caller ID before raising the phone to his ear, because who the fuck else would be calling him at 3 A.M.? “What?” His voice was low and deep, and sounded like it was filled with sleep, though though it had been almost 48 hours since he last slept. There was a thick layer of venom slathered on top of his tone as well and it seeped through the receiver and into the ear of the man on the other end. No doubt his perceptive mind recognizing that venom he knew so well from the older man.

“Yoonbae-ssi.” A familiar voice chirped out, his normally higher register sounded musky and deeper. He was whispering like he was trying to be quiet but there was an annoyance to his tone. “Guk, what the actual fuck are you doing calling me right now? It's 3 A.M.” Yoon barked out, clearly not in the mood to deal with this, or with anything really. "I'm outside your apartment building and I need to get inside. But your dumbass guard won't let me in!" His annoyance had turned to distress now. “Maybe because it's fucking 3 A.M., Guk-ah.” “I know that, grandpa, I have a fucking watch and a phone. Jesus Christ.” The younger snapped at him and Yoon was thoroughly taken aback. He opened his mouth to speak before closing it and opening it again, having trouble forming words and sentences to communicate over the phone. “Ho-what are you doing here? How did you even find me, Byeongguk?” “That's not important, j-just let me in, hyung...” There it was again, the distress, the desperation. The tone in his voice changed so fast, it just about gave Yoon whiplash. He sighed, chewing on his bottom lip as he folded his arm over his chest, the other firmly holding his phone to his ear.

He could hear the boy shuffling on the other end of the phone, loud horns honking as the nightlife of New York City never truly quieted down– especially in the area Yoon lived in. Byeong’s breathing quickened into the receiver, he was making the younger nervous by not answering, by staying quiet and contemplating– thinking. But Byeong was always one to think quickly on his feet, and Yoon was well aware of that, and prepared for it.

“This fucker doesn't think I know you, but I do! I told him you're my friend. I said we– I said that we're close...” Byeong cleared his throat on the other end. Yoon could tell even without seeing the boy that he was being fidgety. It brought a small smile to his lips, thinking of his small hands playing at the hem of an oversized hoodie he'd no doubt stolen from some recent fling of his, or maybe it was Jiwon’s? Yoon briefly wondered if Byeong had spoken to the delinquent recently.

“He's making me wait outside the lobby, hyung...” Fuck, there it was again, making Yoon’s heart skip a beat.

“Oh is he?” He knew that already, he’s heard the sounds of the city behind him of course. But Yoon feigned surprise in his tone anyway, his eyebrows actually physically raising to sell the full effect because dammit, Byeong knew him too well. Besides, he had a feeling though the boy couldn't physically see him, he knew the kind of expression Yoon was sporting at this moment.

“Y-yeah.” Yoon heard shuffling and some static from the other end, signaling Byeong maybe switching hands or maneuvering in some way. “I'm cold, hyung...” A deep sigh left those plump lips Yoon missed so much, he heard it, he could see it in his mind's eye, "Please...I'm sorry. Please, hyung..." His last words were barely above a whisper, teeth chattering and gritted and Yoon really felt the weight in his heart now.

Yoon felt his shell cracking and his anger was fading faster than he wanted it to. His venom was sinking away, down through his body and out through his toes into the floorboards. It was gone, with a couple pet names and the soothing sound of his lover's voice, and it was all gone. “I'll be down in a sec.” He hung up.

The elevator ride back up to his apartment was awkward and the entire time Yoon was trying to remember why exactly he agreed to let the younger man into his apartment at 3 fucking A.M. again because he really was tired and fuck a good 8 hours of sleep sounded like heaven right about now. He hadn't bothered locking his door so when he just turned the handle and entered without a key, Byeong's brows raised in surprise, “You just leave your door unlocked?” He looked up and down the hallway, “kinda shad-” “I just went down to the lobby to get your sorry ass, Guk-ah. No ones gonna come steal my fuckin' cat.” Yoon grumbled and it was highly out of character but he was grumpy and tired. “Come on, I'm tired.” Byeong's eyes lit up when he saw Kally for the first time and Yoon wanted to groan as he knew instantly that the fat white fluffball would love the stupid hot, sexy, seductive, teasing dancer. As Byeong knelt down to pet and coo at his cat, Yoon stood with his back against the island counter in his kitchen, tongue in his cheek, his jaw clenched and his arms folded tightly across his chest. The outlines of the muscles in his arms were clearly visible even through the tight black long sleeve shirt he wore and they only strained against the cotton fabric when he clenched his arms tighter over his chest in irritation. He just wanted to get to bed, not entertain a teenager– one he was really angry with at that. “Guk-ah. What the fuck are you doing showing up at my apartment? Ya know, if the cops fin-” “They won't find me here, hyung. No need to worry.” Byeong looked up at him through his hair, the red had now faded into a pretty orangey color and Yoon fucking loved it. He wanted to run his fingers through it and brush it with a comb. He wanted to tug on it and feel how soft the strands felt under his fingertips. In one swift movement, Byeong stood to his feet again, pulling off the olive colored beanie he wore and making a mess of his already messy and fluffy hair and it made Yoon's knees weak. Resisting this kid was really going to be a nightmare. “How are you so sure?” “You really think I have parents out there lookin’ for me?” “Gotta have 'em somewhere, Guk.” “Korea, yeah. They don't even know I'm here.” Byeong looked down at the beanie he held in his hands, his fingers were pale from the cold, though blood had began to rush to them as the sudden heat from being inside shocked the nerves. Yoon felt himself move without thinking as he took the boy's hands in his, making the beanie fall to the floor. He brought the cold skin up to his lips, kissing the pad of each of his fingertips gently, pressing the soft skin to his own chapped lips ever so tender. “Guk-ah.” He whispered out, kissing the last finger before lowering the boy's hands slowly, pulling Byeong closer to him. The boy followed without resistance, because of course he did. Large, strong hands found their way to his cold and puffy cheeks, swollen from lack of sleep, the cold and sickness. Yoon's palm felt warm against Byeong's cheek which was growing hot with their close proximity– a presence he hadn't felt in months. “Guk-ah, baby, talk to me. Come back to me...” Yoon's voice had lowered to a whisper now as he leaned in closer to the younger, their lips so close but not touching. His eyes searched the younger's black orbs, looking for something to hold onto, to pull at and bring the boy back to him. Yoon leaned a little closer now, pressing his forehead against the younger boy’s, placing a chaste kiss against unresponsive lips, “Please,” his voice cracked, wavered a bit as he spoke, “hyung wants you to come back...Guk-ah.”

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50 questions, tagged by @itspandaonair <3

1. single or taken? taken 2. sexuality? lesbian 3. do you think aliens are real? yeah, I think so. 4. the book, or the movie? If it's a movie made from a book, always the book. 5. watching movies all day long, or going out into nature? Mhh I'd say both, it depends on my mood. 6. taking pictures, or getting your picture taking? I onestly like both. 7. do you want to get married someday? Yes, absolutely. 8. what does your dream house look like? A mix between vintage and modern, I'd love to have a garden and one of those windowsills with a nook to read. And a lot of nerdy stuff. Tnh I have a shit ton of ideas for my future home. 9. last song you listened? Ode to sleep by twenty one pilots 10. last person you had a conversation with on your phone? My friend Tamara 11. Christmas or New Year? I used to love Christmas...but now I'd say New Years Eve 12. do you want any piercings? I really want to get my tongue pierced someday. 13. fav movie? Oh god, I have a ton. Definetely Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind, the Harry Potter saga, all the Marvel movies, Suicide Squad, Chocolat etc 14. what’s your fav quote? "She needed a hero so that's what she became" 15. what is you worst OCD thing? I'm quite a messy person, but when I do organize stuff it needs to be exactly the way I want it. I hate wrinkled pages in a notebook and ears in books, crooked pictureframes and asymmetry. 16. what is the most badass thing you’ve ever done? Getting rid of toxic people in my life. 17. worst nickname that somebody gave you? I've been bullied for six years, this question answers itself. 18. fav hair color? Blue-greenish 19. best Halloween outfit? Every carachter zombified. Like a zombie- Harley Quinn or a Zombie-disney pricess. 20. party or staying home? again, it depends on my mood. 21. fav tv show? game of thrones, sherlock, Modern Family, How I met your mother, Desperate Housewives and others. 22. do you want tattoos or nah? I already have seven but yeah, the more the better. 23. hand written or digital notes? Hand written. 24. cd’s or mp3′s? Both 25. boobs or ass? Ass, definetely ass. Could stare at that the whole day. 26. skirt or pants? Both. 27. chilling’s or going wild? Mostly chilling, but sometimes it's good to let go and go wild. 28. staying up all night, or sleep till the afternoon? Staying up all night THEN, sleeping till the noon. 29. do you wear beanies? Nope, I thinks they make my face look weird. 30. chicks before dicks / bro’s before hoe’s? I really don't have an answer, it's important to have both in your life. 31. dream date? Take me to a show, an art museum or a stroll in a different city and I'm totally yours. 32. best movie ever? Can't decide just one, sorry. 33. woman’s crush? Jennifer Morrison, Lana Parrilla, Ruby Rose, Hannah Hart, Kate McKinnon, Margot Robbie 34. man’s crush? Tyler Joseph, Josh Dun, Benedict Cumberbatch, Robert Downy Jr., Tom Hiddleston. 35. what would you future’s kid’s names be? Melissa or Emma if it's a girl and Leonardo for a boy. 36. yes or no? yes?? 37. tv shows or movies? Both 38. you OTP (one true paring)? SwanQueen, Joshler, Drarry, Clexa, Johnlock / Sheriarty (all the gays!) 39. a tv show you could watch all day and night? Modern Family, 2 broke girls, the big bang theory and how I met your mother 40. cat or dog? Both 41. socks or nah? All the socks! 42. girls night out, or chilling with the guys? Girls night out. 43. what did you do last night? I read like a shit ton of Joshler fanfictions #NoRegrets. 44. best date you had so far? Everytime I take a small roadtrip with my girlfriend. 45. fav going out spot? The movies. 46. what bending would you have; earth, water, fire or air? Water 47. fav season of the year? Autumn 48. cold weather or hot weather? Those still warm early autumn days are my aesthetic 49. dream vacation? A foreign city, a mix between visiting, going out and relaxing. 50. dream destination? Los Angeles or New York

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Sage River Samuals

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❝ Wikiwanda ❞

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Table of Contents

i. Basics

ii. Appearance

iii. Attire

iv. Personality

v. Favorites

vi. Combat

vii. Stats

viii. Relationships

ix. History

x. Themes

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i. Basics

Full Name // Sage River Samuals

Name Meaning // Wise

Nickname(s) // None

Date of Birth // January 25th

Zodiac // Aquarius

Physical Age // 20

Mental Age // 18-22

Birthplace // Winchester

Dominant Hand // Right

Blood Type // O

Ethnicity // White

Nationality // English

Species // Human

Occupatuion // LostGirl

Biological Gender // Female

Gender Identity // Genderfluid

Preferred Pronouns // Them/They

Romantic Orientation // Panromantic

Sexual Orientation // Pansexual

Life Philosophy // Reach for the stars

Religion // Doesn't have one

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❝ have you ever wondered where the flowers get their colour ❞

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ii. Appearance

Face Claim

[insert face claim]

Height // 170cm

Weight // No clue

Skin Tone // Slightly tan

Hair Length // Shoulder

Natural Hair Color // Brown

Eye Color // Green/blue

Glasses or Contacts? // Fake glasses

Birthmarks // Nope

Scars // Small white ones on their arms

Distinguishing Features // Nope

Peircings and/or Tattoos // • Ears • Nose • Lip • Small compass of wrist

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iii. Attire

Everyday Wear // Tye-Dye shirt, black jeans. If it's cold a blue denim jacket with patches

Formal Wear // Suit and tie

Sleep Wear // Long shirt and pants

Lounge Wear // Baggy jumper and pants

Winter Wear // Normal but with beanie

Spring Wear // Normal with flower crown

Summer Wear // Normal

Autumn Wear // Normal with black denim jacket

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❝ stars shine brighter on the darkest nights ❞

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iv. Personality

Overall Personality

[insert detailed description of personality]

Good Traits // • caring • smart • un-objective • faithful • bright

Bad Traits // • lose track of time • can be a bit of an airhead

Likes // • stars • archery • cooking • new adventures • water

Hobbies // • archery • astronomy • swimming • climbing trees

Skills // • acrhery • cooking

Goals // • beat pan • make sure no one feels alone on neverland

Fears/Phobias // • losing her friends • Pan winning • going blind

Social Skills // Loves being social with both camps. Being the social butterfly that she is has really helped her being able to help the new lost kids when the arrive.

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❝ don't grow up it's a trap ❞

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v. Favorites

Food // Cupcakes

Drink // Anything

Animal // Owls

Color // Teal

Season // Summer

Flower // Lily

Sight // The night sky

Book or Movie? // Book

Sweet, Salty, or Spicy? // Sweet

Tea or Coffee? // Neither

Dog or Cat? // Dog

Black or White? // Black

Day or Night? // Night

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❝ I am more then a name in your book ❞

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vi. Combat

Fighting style // Distance due to her choice of weapon

Abilities // Great line of sight even in the dark

Restrictions // Can't fight fist to fist

Weapons // Bow and Arrow

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❝ I shine brighter when people try to cut me down ❞

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vii. Stats

Physical Strength 3/10

Mental Strength 7/10

Speed 5/10

Agility 6/10

Endurance 7/10

Intelligence 9/10

Wisdom 9/10

Memory 10/10

Confidence 6/10

Reflexes 10/10

Cooperation 10/10

Patience 9/10

Tolerance 9/10

Motivation 10/10

Creativity 8/10

Compassion 10/10

Empathy 10/10

Loyalty 9/10

Offense 7/10

Defense 7/10

Leadership 6/10

Initiative 6/10

Pride 7/10

Greed 3/10

Wrath 4/10

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❝ family isn't always blood ❞

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viii. Relationships

Mother // Olivia Jade Rose Samuals | 34 | Alive

Father // Unknown | Age | Dead/Alive

Sibling(s) // None yet But open to some // Full Name | Age | Dead/Alive

Friend(s) // All the lost girls // Full Name | Age | Dead/Alive

Pet(s) // Axel | 2 | Dead | border collie

Enemies // Pan | ??? | Alive

Signifigant Other // [Open] // Full Name | Age | Dead/Alive

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ix. History

Childhood // Grew up living with her grandparents. Her mother was only 14 when she was born. So to keep her hidden was the bed way. So growing up people treated her and her mother like sister rather then mother and daughter. Sage grew up as any typical young child. That was until the night where she went missing. One minute she was playing in her backyard with her dog next thing she knew she was looking at a nights sky breaking between tree branches. Sage has been living at Neverland since she was 12.

Teenhood // Growing up on the island Sage has learnt to so many things that would be pointless back home. Growing up she has taken on an important part in the Lost Camp. Sage helps all the new children get used to the island and shows them that it's not as scary as they think. Sage isn't really good in hand to hand combat but put a bow in the girls hands and she is a very deadly machine.

Adulthood // Just cause she is an 'adult doesn't mean she knows what it's like to be one. She still lives in Nederland and now helps look after the lost boys and girls. Along with training them to defeat Pan.

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adventuresaroundasia · 5 years

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Before we start, I’m going to preface by saying I love Vietnam. This is my second time living here and Hoi An, and I honestly feel so lucky to be here. Vietnam is a beautiful country with great weather, lovely people, tasty food, and awesome beaches. The cost of living is fantastic for digital nomads, and I have a great quality of life here.

However, the longer I live in Vietnam the more I learn about something very culturally interesting (and disturbing): Vietnam’s cat (and dog) meat trade, and Vietnam’s view of cats in general.

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I’m Not a Vegetarian So I Won’t Tell You What to Eat

Here’s the thing, I’m not a vegetarian, and I’m never going to tell people what they can and can’t eat (unless it’s endangered). To some cultures, eating pigs or cows is horrifying, but many of us eat them anyway. Other cultures survive off horse meat, which would upset most Americans. It’s the same with cats and dogs.

While I don’t have a big issue theoretically about the consumption of cats and dogs, what I do take issue with is animal cruelty, factory farms, and people STEALING PETS to eat them.

Also, the international affairs and anthropology major in me finds this all really culturally interesting, so I couldn’t help but share.

I can’t imagine eating this little baby!

People Steal Cats and Dogs to Sell for Meat

I knew that some (emphasis on some) people in Vietnam ate cat and dog, but I had no idea that people actually STEAL pet cats and dogs in Hoi An to sell to meat vendors. There are so many posts on expat forums here from people who’ve had their dogs stolen from backyards or the beach. Jack’s Cat Cafe even has a massive wall around the property to keep the cats in and the thieves out.

While this is definitely a thing in Vietnam, especially in Hoi An, it’s important to note that many of the locals are just as upset about these pet thieves, and would never dream of eating cat or dog.

Our foster babies Lady and Rory

Stray Cats Are Bad Luck…

This is a new one I discovered, and I have to say it really shocked me. As many of you may know from Instagram and Facebook, Chris and I are now fostering 3 little kittens through Vietnam Cat Welfare and Jack’s Cat Cafe. We cleared everything with our landlord beforehand, however, when we brought the kittens home, our landlord double checked to make sure our kittens weren’t from the street, otherwise, they’d bring bad luck. Ummm… what?

Okay, so I’m going to start by saying our landlord is a young, cosmopolitan, Vietnamese businesswoman who speaks perfect English. So it definitely came as a bit of a shock when she said that stray kittens would bring bad luck, sort of like when my Chinese friend told me that shaving your underarms gives you breast cancer.

Now, I can understand if she was worried about fleas, worms, and other bugs, but no- she was worried about bad omens. Thankfully our kittens aren’t actually from the street. Some shop owner’s cat had kittens and they were dumped at Jack’s Cat Cafe in a plastic bag. (So we didn’t have to lie!)

Moggie a few weeks after we rescued her

So Many Injured and Abandoned Kitties

While this was a big shock to us, it does sort of make sense. No one in Vietnam seems to really want to help stray cats or kittens, which is why you’ll often see them dumped or abandoned. My old foster cat Moggie was found as a kitten with a broken leg after being hit by a motorbike and was rescued by our friends’ Vietnamese landlord. However, his neighbor wasn’t a big fan and tried to convince the landlord to toss Moggie in a bag with some rocks and drop her in the ocean. Ouch.

I’m very glad this kind Vietnamese man decided against throwing her in the ocean because now she’s a very happy tripod kitty living with our friend in Danang. All it took was a solid month of diarrhea after some hefty worm medication and she was fine! (I’ve never cleaned up so much poop in my life. Now I know what having a baby is like.)

Rory says: Don’t eat me!

Eating Cats for Good Luck

This whole conversation made Chris and I really curious, so we did some research. Apparently stray cats in Vietnam are considered “unlucky” which is why some Vietnamese families will eat cat meat at the start of every month to ward off bad luck.

Stray cats are bad luck… so let’s eat them? I guess that makes sense.

Some Vietnamese people view cats as evil because of their power over bad luck. A Vietnamese cat butcher also told the interviewer that eating a cat’s spine will give you agility, while Vietnam Cat Welfare stated that cat urine drops into the ear has been prescribed for deafness and hearing problems.

I guess Vietnam is kind of like Ancient Egypt, except rather than worshiping cats, the Vietnamese culturally fear (and eat) them.

Say hello to foster baby #3: Beanie!

Vietnam’s Fight Against the Cat and Dog Meat Trade

Hanoi has been cracking down on the cat meat trade for a myriad of reasons. According to PAWS For Compassion, officials in Hanoi are “urging residents to stop eating dog meat as it could hurt the city’s reputation and lead to diseases like rabies. The Hanoi People’s Committee said the practice could tarnish the city’s image as a ‘civilised and modern capital.'”

While it’s great the government has begun cracking down on this, there are still over 1,000 cat and dog meat sellers in Hanoi alone. Many cultural practices have firm roots in society, and the cat and dog meat trade is no different.

Rory and Beanie are too small to eat anyway

Most People in Vietnam Don’t Eat Cats

I just want to reiterate that not everyone in Vietnam eats cats or dogs, and I’d probably venture to say that most people (especially in developed cities) do not torture or eat cats. However, this animosity towards cats is pretty prevalent here in Hoi An, which is why places like Vietnam Cat Welfare (also known as Jack’s Cat Cafe) have so much work to do.

Thankfully these places do exist (PAWS For Compassion in Danang is another great organization), and they are making a huge impact here in Central Vietnam. Vietnam Cat Welfare and Paws For Compassion have actually begun a process of educating locals on how to properly care for their cats and kittens with nutritious food and worm medication. PAWS for Compassion also works with children to teach them to be kind to animals and the environment.

However, there is still a TON of work to be done, and Jack’s still gets bags of kittens dumped on their doorstep every few days.

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Found tied up in a bag in the old town of Hoi An and brought to our gate. Look at Rory, Lady and Beanie today! Two days of hissing, two weeks of loving and now such beautiful girls These three are now looking for their forever home. Send us a message to meet them and see how cute they are.❤️

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My little babies found in a bag in Old Town

What to Do If You Find Abandoned Kittens in Vietnam

Vietnam Cat Welfare actually has some incredible information about what to do if you find a stray kitten in Vietnam. But for the sake of having everything in one place, I’ll summarize it here.

If you find a stray kitten (or kittens) in Vietnam, first you need to decide if they need rescuing.

Is it genuinely abandoned, or is there a chance its mom is still around somewhere getting food?

Is it sick or injured?

Does the kitten look healthy or malnourished?

Is the kitten being abused?

Does it have a home nearby? Ask around.

Overall, unless a kitten or cat is sick, injured, malnourished or being abused, it’s better to leave it be. If your kitten is truly abandoned and you know for SURE that the mother isn’t coming back (you can check back in every few hours), then you can take it.

That said, raising a kitten under three weeks old is extremely hard without its mother’s milk. If you see a very, very young kitten, do not take it unless you’re 100% sure that it is abandoned, and be prepared for the fact that your kitten may not survive. You can learn more about how to age a kitten here.

It’s important to remember that many Vietnamese people keep cats and kittens in their shops and restaurants, so there’s a chance that the kitten you just found actually belongs to someone! Please be sure to ask around before you take a person’s pet!

Here’s what Moggie looked like when we got her…

What to Do If Your Vietnamese Cat or Kitten Needs Rescuing

If you find a cat or kitten that obviously needs help, there are a few things you can do.

1. Is Your Cat Injured?

If you find a cat or kitten that has been hit by a motorbike or looks like it’s near death, you should take her to a local vet. Hoi An and Danang have a few really good places, but if you live somewhere else you can always ask on the local expat Facebook groups.

Veterinary care is actually pretty cheap in Vietnam, and many times people will often pitch in to help you pay for emergency medical care if you ask and provide photos. I’ve seen a few people pitch in to help someone pay for surgery for a cat who was hit by a motorbike. Some vets might even give you a discount or do it for free if the cat isn’t yours.

If your kitten is extremely sick and is not eating or drinking, you will definitely want to take them to the vet right away. Most cats and kittens in Vietnam have worms and need de-worming medication, but some are healthier than others. When we got Moggie, she was an absolute mess, and the worming medication gave her diarrhea for a few weeks (which meant taking her to the vet again).

Moggie in our laundry basket

Lady having a snuggle in bed

2. Can You Care For the Kittens?

Many cat rescue programs are bursting with cats. I mean, Jack’s Cat Cafe has SEVENTY CATS AND KITTENS. So please don’t assume you can just drop your kittens there without asking. Jack’s keeps unvaccinated kittens in cages if they can’t find a foster home (this is why I’m fostering!), and they only have so many cages available.

If you can keep the cat or kittens for a month or two, I would recommend doing this while you work on getting them vaccinated. You can then work on posting around in expat groups to see if anyone wants to help you adopt. Many cat rescue places may also help you work to find homes for them as well, but they do have their hands a bit full with the cats and kittens they already have.

Moggie vacationing at PAWS for Compassion

3. Contact Vietnam Cat Welfare (or a Local Equivalent)

If you really need help, you can always contact your local cat shelter. Let’s say you just don’t have the money for the medical treatment, or you are in a guesthouse and have nowhere to keep them, this would be a good time to reach out for help. Even if these shelters have room, they might know of someone who can help you.

Just please do not drop off cats or kittens without asking because these places may not have room right away for an unvaccinated animal. The fastest way to get in touch is through Facebook either at Jack’s Cat Cafe.

Our kitten Dragon back in Australia (we share her with Chris’ parents)

How to Help Vietnam’s Stray Cats

If you’re like me and you have the biggest softest spot in your heart for cats and kittens, reading this article probably makes you want to help. Well, thankfully there are a TON of ways you can help Vietnam’s cats and kittens!

1. Adopt a New Forever Friend!

The #1 best way to help the stray cats and kittens in Vietnam is to adopt one (or several). This is only ideal if you plan to keep your new fluffball forever. This means you either plan on staying in Vietnam forever, or you are prepared for the process of bringing a cat with you when you leave Vietnam.

Vietnam Cat Welfare has a ton of cats and kittens that need adoption, so you can always contact them. Meanwhile, PAWS For Compassion has a list of available kitties here.

Foster your own baby like Rory!

2. Foster a Kitten in Vietnam

If you aren’t stable enough to adopt your own cat or kitten in Vietnam, you can always help out by fostering. At Vietnam Cat Welfare, they’re always looking for new fosters. If you want to foster, you’ll need to be available for at least 2 months. You’ll be responsible for food, toys and looking after the kittens, along with taking them to the vet for their vaccines. However, Vietnam Cat Welfare will pay for their medical treatment and vaccinations.

While fostering, you will also need to take tons of photos of your kittens (not a problem for me, obviously) and report back to Vietnam Cat Welfare about their personalities so they can help get your kittens adopted. You should also do your part to help look for someone to adopt them too!

PS- If anyone in Vietnam wants to adopt Rory, Beanie, or Lady please let me know!

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Always so grateful to our incredible volunteers for spending their time with us❣️ If you would like to spend a month with our cats email: [email protected] and tag a friend you’d get on that plane with!!✈️

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3. Volunteer and Jack’s Cat Cafe

Vietnam Cat Welfare/ Jack’s Cat Cafe in Hoi An and PAWS for Compassion in Danang are always looking for new volunteers. If you plan to be in the area for a few weeks (at least 3 weeks in the case of Hoi An), you can volunteer full or part-time!

I chatted with the owner of Vietnam Cat Welfare/ Jack’s Cat Cafe and she said that full-time volunteers will be given a free place to stay if it’s available, otherwise, they’ll work to find you a room in a nice guesthouse for a very steep discount (we’re talking $5 a night).

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Volunteers will help feed and care for the cats, work in the cat cafe, and can also help with social media and outreach. Jack’s has a very active Facebook and Instagram, and they’ve even been working on local outreach in the Hoi An community to educate people on how to care for cats and kittens.

If you really want to have a meaningful experience while traveling, I highly suggest volunteering full time with Jack’s Cat Cafe or PAWS For Compassion in Danang. If you live in Hoi An or Danang and want to volunteer a few days a week, both are open to part-time long-term volunteers too!

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4. Donate Money For Food and Vaccines!

If you don’t live in Vietnam or can’t help in person, Vietnam Cat Welfare and Paws For Compassion are always looking for donations of food or money. A donation of just $10 feeds one cat for an entire month, while $30 would cover all the costs of deworming and vaccinations for a single kitten. (I told you Vietnam is crazy cheap!)

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PAWS for Compassion also suggests holding a fundraiser for the cats in Vietnam! This can be done by running a marathon, holding a bake sale, including it as part of your wedding registry, or asking for donations as a birthday present.

Jack’s Cat Cafe recently featured a young girl who asked for donations as a birthday gift!

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Things Are Changing Slowly But Surely in Vietnam

While the treatment of stray cats in Vietnam sure isn’t ideal, things are changing slowly but surely with the help of organizations like Vietnam Cat Welfare and PAWS for Compassion. The government is now cracking down on the cat and dog meat trade, which will also hopefully lower the theft of household pets.

Many locals are also slowly coming around to the idea of cats and kittens. I know so many Vietnamese people who welcome stay kittens into their homes and restaurants and take great care of them. From Taco Ngon’s little kitten to our maid who took in a batch of stray kittens last year.

For now, the best thing we can do is educate, adopt, and donate, whether its time or money. Hopefully, we can start making these kittens a little more ‘lucky’ one rescue mission at a time.

Vietnam’s Stray Cats and the Cat Meat Trade: Why it Exists and How You Can Help Before we start, I'm going to preface by saying I love Vietnam. This is my second time living here and Hoi An, and I honestly feel so lucky to be here.

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What Should I Do?!?!?!? I Found 3 Baby Bunny'S And I Need To Know Anything About Them I Should Need To Know About Them!

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Im Desperate!!How Did People Dress In The Frontier?10 Points To The Best Answer!I Promise!? ***During The 1700S*** How Did People Dress In The Frontier? What Were Their Clothes Made Of? Who Made The Clothes? Were Did They Get The Clothes (Like What Animal Or Plant)? What Did Girls Wear, What Did Men Wear? What Did Women Wear? What Did Boys Wear? What Type Of Food Did They Eat? Did They Farm Or Hunt, How Did They Cook Thir Meals, What Were The Common Foods They Ate, Did They All Eat Together, Did They Pray Before They Ate What Were Their Houses Like? How Did They Build It, Where Did They Live In, How Was It Inside, What Did They Have In Their Houses, Who Biult The Houses? What Was The Weather Like? Were There 4 Seasons? What Did They Do In Winter? In Summer? In Spring? In Fall? When It Rained? When It Snowed? Were There Earthquakes Or Hurricanes Or Tornadoes? What Was Their Lifestyle? Just Describe Thier Life What Was The Frontier Like? What Was The Area Like? What Did It Look Like? Lots Of Trees Or Lakes? Lots Of Plants? Lots Of Neighbors? Big Yards? Was The Ground Soil Or Concrete Or Grass? Each Question Is A Paragraph So I Need A Lot Of Info. This Is Supposed To Be A Journal . I Have To Pretend Im Living In The Frontier. Please Give Me A Lot Of Info! Thank You So Much For Wasting Your Precious Time On Me.

I'm going through older questions - first of all - the Frontier in the 1700s was like West Virginia, maybe Tennessee or Kentucky or Ohio. They were almost all farmers. Even the people who worked at the few trading posts were farmers also. Clothes were generally hand-me-downs as fabric was relatively expensive at the time. Many times frontier people wore leather (deerskin actually) because it was cheaper than fabric. You caught a deer, skinned it and used the deer's brain to tan the leather. Boots were expensive and were made in only one size unless made to order. Most frontier people wore Indian style moccasins. They were easy to make at home. Unless your family was raising sheep, you probably didn't have wool. If your family raised flax you might have linen, but it's not easy to learn to harvest and weave. Of course, your family would need to have a loom to weave linen, big expensive item to carry into the frontier. Learn about flax here: http://www.madehow.com/Volume-4/Linen.ht... Girls wore dresses, shawls, Mop caps, aprons: This website talks about French pioneers in illinois, but the idea is the same for English pioneers: http://www.museum.state.il.us/exhibits/a... Eastern US - climate at the time was colder in the winter than now (well, not this minute) But people felt colder because houses were a lot more drafty. No earthquakes to speak of, not until 1811. In a 4 season climate most of the living was outside for as much of the year as possible. The Swedish log cabin was being built all over the frontier by 1700. They were one room rectangular houses with a door in one long wall and a fireplace built against one of the short walls. The chimney was built of logs as well. The floors were usually dirt, but sometimes wealthier farmers elevated the house onto pilings and installed a floor. A window cut into one wall would have been covered with oil cloth or animal skin - no windows. No doorknobs, just a board that held the door closed and lifted up to open. This Website will tell you about how the cabins were built: http://architecture.about.com/od/periods... The wife would cook in her single big pot that hung on a chain over the fire. - if she was lucky she had a gridiron as well (like a BBQ grill today) that she could lay across the coals to grill on. If she was REALLY lucky her husband built her a small beehive style oven outside so she could cook bread. She usually had laid down a supply of cherished salt, sugar, flour, corn meal, pickled vegetables, and coffee into her cellar, if she had one, or stored in barrels in the house. She carefully fed her yeast starter so that she could make her bread. If her starter died, it might take her weeks to get more from a neighbor. See this Website for more on Baking: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baking (She'd be proud to have her own oven, in the old country the ovens were owned by bakers and you could never be certain of what was in the bread? plaster, talc, sawdust?) The housewife was in charge of preserving the food to see them through the winter - without relying on refrigeration. She needed to salt to preserve meat, fish, vegetables (that's what pickling is), milk (we call preserved milk cheese) She milked the cows and churned butter. See this website on how to make cheese: http://cookingupastory.com/making-cheese-at-home So the wife cooks over the fireplace, which is big enough to stand up in. Uses her pot on washday to boil the laundry - made her own soap from lye. See this Website for directions on soap making: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soap_making#Soapmaking A bed was a bag stuffed with straw, weeds, feathers, pine needles, whatever was fairly soft and affordable. No sheets, just blankets or animal skins. Until her husband built her a bedstead, it was placed on the floor, fairly close to the fire for warmth in the winter, near the window when it got hot. Children often slept in their parents bed or up in the rafters on boards. (The rafters are the beams that hold up the roof) People tended to move indoors when the weather was bad. Winter evenings could be long. Women usually hand sewed clothes or did repairs in the evenings. The only book in the house was usually the Bible, KIng James version - but that's only if they could afford one. Women wanted to live close by to other neighbors, if you became ill, or were giving birth, you turned to other women. So your neighbors were rarely as much as a day away. You have fences around your animals to keep them away from the Native Americans. Your biggest enemy was the Indians - you didn't understand what they said, but you feared them. Grass was only common in places where it grew naturally. Your husband cut as many trees as he could - for heat in the winter, to clear the land for planting, to sell to others. The natives hated this, but you didn't understand why. You lived as close as you could to a source of water, so you didn't have to haul the water so far. Water is heavy 62.4 pounds per sq cubic foot. There was more, but the program can't take any more.

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