pair necklace


how many of you other hunties n huntresses were G A G G E D when you were a little bittie just watching cartoon network during christmas time and Grandma Got Run Over by A Reindeer came on? Cousin Mel really was THAT BITCH! Grinch who? Scrooge WHO? Cousin Mel was serving looks on looks on looks while trying to take down grandma and destroy christmas! like her fit is so iconic. that Harry Winston necklace paired with the signature Hermes white scarf and a cropped Gucci blouse? like who is this bitch? and don’t even get me STARTED on that vintage YSL blue coat with real mink blue fur trim on the collar and cuffs? like when will your fav? Miss Mel is a legend and that’s that on THAT!

So at my very worst period of mental illness things were pretty freaking awful. I was dealing with psychosis, near constant panic attacks, what they called “severe bipolar 1” plus some sort of unidentified personality disorder. Basically, things were really really bad and had been for a long time. But here are some of the things that helped me when I was dealing with a 2 month psych hospitalization that summer 

  • Noticing the color of the sky 
  • Nice scented lotion 
  • Taking long showers 
  • Making sure that I was hydrated & well nourished
  • Taking deep breaths 
  • Playing guitar 
  • Keeping my living space neat
  • Putting on nicer clothes & doing my hair 
  • Journaling 
  • Exercise 

Honestly I was able to recover precisely because I started paying attention to moments like these. At the time I was still pretty miserable, but it was a major break through to realize I could appreciate the colors of the sky & grass, or the sound of rain, or the cozy feeling of a bookshop. It’s hard to articulate how much it changed things for me. 

Of course, I had a lot of other support too, and I’m not trying to say this alone cured me. I also know that stuff that worked for me in recovery didn’t work for my peers in treatment and vice versa. But I do beg you not to dismiss stuff like this that’s offered without judgement, like in self care posts. For one - you don’t know what the OP has been through & there is no reason to invalidate them or mentally people who do stuff like this –  You just can’t correlate the severity of symptoms to what kind of things help. 

And two - it’s not good to spread the idea that enjoying little moments, or doing common self care this is only for non mentally ill people. In fact, we are often the ones who can benefit the most. And it’s a shame to spread the idea that none of these things can work for any mentally ill person when that’s just not true & could prevent someone from doing something that could help. Treating severe mental illness is a big problem, but it’s often made up of lots of little changes

~Agree to Disagree~ Part 1

One does not simply get a cat and dog to play nice.


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It’s very rare that the chirping birds would wake you up, usually it was the alarm on your phone or one of the boys.  Nothing says good morning like a cat’s arm on top of your face or a certain dog’s wandering nose digging around your lower extremities.  Strange, it’s awfully quiet today and yet the sun seems to be brighter than normal.  Your hand flies to your phone and the numbers 11:00 are displayed.  

Crap, crap, crap!  You tear out of bed, steamrolling over a cat and accidentally kicking a dog with your foot.

Oops.  The moan nor yelp doesn’t stop you from your mad dash to the bathroom because of course your alarm wouldn’t go off on the day you absolutely needed it the most.  You had 30 minutes to get ready and book it to class before you had to give a presentation.  While you’re busy brushing your teeth and scrubbing your face, at the same time mind you, two dazed and confused hybrids are still trying to figure out what happened.  

“Tae, did your nose go to places it shouldn’t?” Yoongi attempts to glare at the other boy, but it’s a little difficult to look intimidating when his face is squashed in the pillow.

Taehyung gets the hint regardless and he frantically shakes his head even though he knows the feline can’t see.  “It wasn’t me; I was just sleeping!”  

“Uh huh.  Sure you were.”  A groan sounds from the fluff as Yoongi flicks his tail around in the hopes of annoying the pup.  It works and Taehyung smacks the white tail out of his face while spitting stray fur that stuck to his mouth.

“My nose didn’t move at all. I kept my head on her thigh the entire night.”  Taehyung yanks the covers over himself and squeezes into a ball, trying to get comfortable again.  

“Why do you like it down there anyway?”  Yoongi questions, rolling onto his back where he previously was before you accidentally repositioned him.  The black-haired boy looks at the other with narrowed eyes, cringing from the light peering through your window.  

“Her thighs make great pillows, they’re very soft.”  Taehyung blissfully sighs and he cuddles the pillow closest to him for emphasis.  

As if thinking of you was a way to summon your presence, you come barreling into the room and nearly rip your closet door off the hinges, frantically looking for something that would pass as decent and professional.  

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?”  Taehyung asks from your bed as both him and Yoongi watch you with mild interest as you hook a bra over your chest.  

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just running a little late.”  You breathlessly respond.  A little? More like very late, your brain corrects.  

Finally plucking a nice black and white dress from the clothes hanger, it ends up opening two more important questions.  Stepping into the striped outfit, you yank it up and as you’re zipping it, you catch sight of two sets of eyes openly staring at your assets.  

“Hey, my eyes are up here.” Motioning for them to pay attention as you reach for your jewelry box and tug out two pairs of necklaces.  

“Really quick, diamond or teardrop shaped necklace for today?”  

“Diamond.”  The blonde sounds out from under his blanket fort.

“Teardrop.”  Yoongi mumbles, more so picking the one that sounds prettier and not actually taking the time to observe the pieces of accessories.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, I can’t wear both so pick one. I have a major project I have to present and I want to look nice, so try again.”  


“Teardrop.”  Are the two exact answers you get once more.

You toss the diamond one back into the box and clasp the crystalline teardrop necklace around your neck. “Okay, then.  I’m afraid to ask, but black or white?”  You point to the two sets of heels in your closet.  


“White.”  Are the two simultaneous responses and the hybrids glare at one another.  

“No, black.”  Taehyung insists.

“What?  She needs to stand out.  White.”  Yoongi counters with agitation rising as he heaves himself into a sitting position.

“Black matches more.” Taehyung also crawls out from the blankets and kneels into a crouch.

“No, it doesn’t.  The dress is black and white, but the white will even it out.”  The feline’s hair stands on end as his tail begins to bristle and puff out.  

“But then there’s too much white on the bottom, she should pick black.”  Taehyung points at your dress without breaking eye contact with the other male.  

You glance at your watch, seeing the seconds steadily tick around the face, reminding you that class began in 15 minutes and yet a fight was about to break out in your bedroom. “Guys, this isn’t helping.”  Not that they heard you, no, they were still caught in a battle of the colors.  

“Black is better-”  

“White looks-”  

“Ugh, never mind, forget I asked.  I’m leaving now!”  You announce, slipping your feet into the black heels, deciding to appease them by choosing one of each.  They’re not even fazed by your notice and you repeat yourself.  The second time does nothing either and you roll your eyes as you stomp towards the bed.

Bending down you quickly kiss the still arguing cat and dog’s lips, which ends up cutting off their opinions and the dangerous explosion that was sure to follow. It’s like a switch was flipped in both of them, they’re silent and unmoving as if you reset them from a glitch.  You grasp their chins, forcing them to look at you and they regard you nonchalantly.  

“That’s enough.  It’s not a big deal, alright?  I’m sorry, but I really have to go now.  Please stop fighting and I love you both, my color enthusiasts.”  

Ruffling blonde and black hair, you wish them good luck before you run to the living room to retrieve your bag and materials before clomping out the front door.  Once the door slams and your retreating footsteps fade does Taehyung speak first with a smug grin to the cat.  “Told you so-ah!”  He yips and vaults off the bed, ducking for cover as a hiss wards him away.  

When the warning sound stops, Taehyung carefully peeks over the edge of the bed, fully expecting a puffed cat with claws at the ready, but apparently the mattress was more powerful than his smart ass comments as he sees Yoongi curled back up in a ball under the sheets.  Taehyung crawls along the floor and when he reaches the side closest to the cat he props his head on the bed.  Yoongi looks as if he already fell asleep, which wouldn’t be a surprise, his head is tucked under his arm and his tail wrapped around his own leg.  The dog proceeds to climb up the bed and on top of said sleeping cat who groans under the weight of the other hybrid.  

“What are you doing, pup?” The older male asks, not even bothering to open his eyes.  

“At least she wore the teardrop necklace.”  He nuzzles into his cheek, hugging the cat tightly.

The feline sighs and props his head in his palm, knowing exactly where this was going.  “Let me rephrase.  What do you want, pup?”  Yoongi gets his answer in the form of a loud growl that vibrates along his back and echoes throughout the room.  

Another sigh.  “Set the table and I’ll cook breakfast for you.” Taehyung yips and licks the cheek he had been previously nuzzling before darting out the door towards the kitchen.


“Umm, are you just that hungry or is that clock over there wrong and we’re actually minutes away from the next class starting?  Please don’t be the latter because I’m not finished with my homework.”  Your friend pleads as you frantically stab and engulf the vegetables on your salad.  You were currently in the process of scarfing down your lunch from the cafeteria as if you were starving, which in this case you were.  

The presentation had gone well, but the nonexistent breakfast and stress from before had drained you of your energy.  Other than your friend, no one else batted an eye at your animalistic behavior, too consumed in their own conversations and productive tasks of schoolwork.  Rush hour had just passed for lunch so there weren’t as many students present at the muted gray round tables.

“The clock’s right, don’t worry, you procrastinator.  I accidentally slept in and didn’t get to eat breakfast this morning.”  You explain over a piece of lettuce while shoving even more of the green leaves into your mouth.  

Your friend looks at you as if you’d grown two heads because surely she’d misheard you.  “You overslept.”  She says in disbelief.  

“Yes, surprise, surprise. Speaking of which, you got to class before me?”  You counter. “Talk about opposite day.”  It seems like your hybrids weren’t the only ones acting out of character today.  Not once had your friend beaten you to class, always either struggling with the horridly overridden parking lot or stuck in the long line at the campus coffee shop.

“Yeah, well, the boys decided they wanted to be early birds today and when they’re up, everyone’s up. I figured I could get a head start this morning.”  She laughs, munching on some rice as she does so.  

Her reply triggers your memory and you are reminded of your own boys and how strange they were acting this morning.  “Actually that reminds me.  Do your hybrids ever not get along?”  

She crinkles her brows as she stops to think for a second before shaking her head.  “No, Hobi and Minie always seem to get along. Why?  Wait.  Don’t tell me they’re back at it again.”  

You wave your hand to express that it was nothing compared to when they first met.  “No, no, nothing like that.  It’s just they, uh, kind of got into a little disagreement earlier this morning.  Nothing serious, they couldn’t decide on which necklace and heels I should wear today, it was probably nothing.”  You tell her because everyone argues every now and then.  Then again, it wasn’t exactly common for people to go into fight mode when they got into a spat.

Her eyes light up as she immediately senses the issue.  “Ah, sounds like someone’s going to be going through the whole cat versus dog thing soon.”

Your face mimicked your thoughts as you look at her with undeniable confusion.  She rolls her eyes and takes a swig of her drink.  “Sweetie, you’re living with a cat and dog hybrid.  Out of all the hybrid species, those two get along the least.  You’re basically sharing a home with a werewolf and vampire, it’s in their nature to not like each other.”  

Is she serious?  “Psh, that’s ridiculous.  Yoongi and Taehyung aren’t anything like that.”  You stab a piece of potato and eat it, chewing the spud in the hopes of distracting yourself from the pointed stare that is directed at you.

Never mind, you can’t ignore it.  “Oh come on, you don’t really think they would do that.  Would they?”  Worry is present in your last question and your friend looks at you with sympathy.  

“Even if it’s not intentional, they’re more than likely gonna fight again.  It’s bound to happen at some point.  I don’t know much, but from what I understand it’s like a weird phase they go through apparently.  First there’s a few arguments and then before you know it, it’s a full-fledged war.  At least, that’s what the boys told me back when they used to live at the shop.”  

“Are you sure they’re not exaggerating?”  Remembering how the bunny and dog boy tried to explain how they were defending your friend’s home from a dangerous enemy and not a mere fly.  Supposedly, it was imperative that they got rid of the threat as quick as possible, even if that meant sacrificing the table lamp in the process.  

“Probably,” scooping up another spoonful of white rice, “but remember when you had all that trouble in the beginning?”  She points out.  

“Of course, how could I forget?  I mean, the cat and dog thing makes sense, but they’ve come so far.  And if this is going to be a problem soon, what can I do?” You flick a piece of potato across your plate, worried that your friend was right and a small part of you feared about the potential and dangerous activities occurring back at your apartment. Ones that threatened the lives of your furniture and well-being of your beloved mates.

“Well, technically, the cat and dog are supposed to be separated and then they spend a few hours with one another until they’re used to each other.”  

You give her a dead look. “Yeah, I can’t exactly do that.”  

She throws the same expression back at you and flicks a piece of rice in your direction as mock punishment for interrupting her.  “I know, I know.  If you would let me finish, I was going to say you need to somehow do the opposite.”  A light bulb seems to go off in her head when she says that and a big smile forms on her lips as she points the plastic fork at you.  “I think I have just the thing for you.  Actually I think I still have it in my car, we can stop by after we finish eating.”  

Her entire being screams with anticipation and you eye her with obvious distrust.  When she had the cat that ate the canary sly grin on her face, you knew she had some wild and out of this world plan in mind.  One that you were sure you weren’t going to be keen about.  “Why do I have a bad feeling about this?”  

“Because you know me.” She smirks and stabs a couple of pieces of chicken with her fork.  

You both finish eating and you’re now standing beside her car in the parking lot as your friend tosses some sort of pink thing at you.  

“What the hell?!”  You screech as you identify the fuzzy object as a pair of handcuffs.  

“Hear me out for a second. Or not.”  She sighs when you practically chunk the toy at her.  

Unfortunately, she won’t let you get rid of them that easily as she merely unzips your backpack and tucks the sex toy into the bottom while you remain speechless.  “As I was saying, take these home with you and try them out, see what happens.  If they start to argue or whatever just slap them on.  Oh!  Before I forget, here’s the key.”  She fishes it out of her pocket before making you hold the cold metal in your palm.  

You eye the silver key as if it was about to take a bite out of your hand and you look at her, skepticism evident in your voice.  “You want me to use a sex toy as a counseling tool for my hybrids?  Out of all your crazy ideas you’ve created in the time that I have known you, this one takes the cake.”  

She grasps your shoulders and leans close to you.  “Think about it.  You can’t keep them separated in your apartment so why not use this as a way for them to get past their differences by working together?”  She suggests.  

“This is never going to work.  Yoongi can barely stand Taehyung some days let alone be chained up with him.”  Knowing the canine, he would probably talk the cat boy’s ears off and end up with a duct tape covered mouth.

Your friend rolls her eyes and head all the way back before righting yourself.  “Come on, girl.  We all know how much that cat loves him.  It’ll be just fine, trust me.”  

You couldn’t believe you were going along with this insane scheme.  Of course, you didn’t exactly have any other brilliant ideas being delivered to your brain.  Heaving a deep sigh, you tuck the key into your pocket and it slide inside with finality. “Alright, alright.  I’ll try them, but after that you’re taking them back. Also, why do you have handcuffs and why were they in your car?”

To your amazement, she begins to laugh.  “Oh no. Those bad boys are a gift from me to you.  And to answer your question, I meant to bring them inside for me and the hybrids to play around with, but I kind of forgot about them.  Don’t worry, their new and never been used before.”  She reassures, not wanting to give you any excuses to try and talk yourself out of it.

You throw your arms in the air and immediately spin away from her as you start walking to your next class, wishing those damn things would somehow disappear from your bag.  Your friend follows after you and she’s stifling the giggles trapped inside, but you ask her another question before they have a chance to spill out of her.  

“So am I just supposed to slap them on when they start to argue?  And what, hope they don’t try to kill each other?”  

As you walk along the sidewalk, you spot a couple of crows cawing at each other.  One appeared to be annoyed, its midnight feathers ruffled as it stamps around the grass screeching its complaints while the other one stands and watches, craning its neck to the side and sounding a few questioning warbles like it thought their companion had lost its marbles.  The scene reminded you of your hybrids and it felt like you were watching the bird equivalent of Yoongi and Taehyung from earlier that day.

“Pretty much, but I highly doubt it’ll come to that.  They’re fuzzy so at least Yoongi will have a harder time trying to strangle Taehyung.” She smiles, noticing you observing the birds and following the same trail of thoughts you were thinking.  

“I can’t believe I’m even considering this.  And you still never told me why you had the handcuffs in the first place.”  You pointedly stare at her and she does the same to you.  

“You don’t play with toys much, do you?”  You open your mouth to respond, but she only pats your shoulder with understanding as she leans in close to whisper in your ear.  “It’s okay, my friend.  You practically scream vanilla so I’ll give you a free pass.  And no, I don’t have sex in my car, I was going to do this thing called roleplay.”  

You’re astounded at the stunning confession and she laughs.  “Oh, Y/N, you’re so innocent.  It’s cute!”  

What in the world have you gotten yourself into?  


Okay, here goes nothing.  

You open the door and before it’s even closed properly, you could hear shouting from the living room.  Upon entering, you catch sight of your two hybrids lying on the floor.  Taehyung is on top of Yoongi, but the cat is putting up a tough fight, attempting to wrestle to get on top and switch their positions.  

“What do you mean teleportation is better than flying?!”  An angry ball of yellow fluff shouts.  

Oh boy.  

The coffee table is shoved up against the couch and on the floor by their scrambling feet is one of your old teeny-bopper magazines.  The ripped, multi-colored page is on the “Would You Rather” section, filled with various pictures and you cringe, instantly regretting not having tossed it out sooner.  You didn’t think it was a big deal, and it wasn’t, until the boys got a hold of it.

It’s bound to happen at some point.  Your friend’s words ring in your head and the inappropriate object in your backpack makes it feel heavier than normal.  Tossing the bag down, you walk over to the pair and wait to see if they’ll notice you.  They don’t. A yelp and a roll later, Yoongi is now above Taehyung, but his victory doesn’t last long as he’s whacked on the head with one of the couch pillows.  

Hissing at the offending cushion, he raises his burning eyes only to meet your own displeased orbs and he’s immediately easing himself off of the canine and onto the couch.  Your face must have been very intimidating because even Taehyung slides across the carpet so he can hide under the coffee table.

“I’m not mad.”  You tell them, dragging the small table, with the help of Yoongi extending his foot, back to its original place.  The now exposed dog boy clambers up to the sofa and you follow suit, plopping right in the middle and effectively separating the males.  

“What’s wrong?”  Those two little words were enough to open the dam and you are barraged with multiple words as they return to their debate.  

“He said teleportation was better than flying!”  Taehyung shouts and Yoongi narrows his eyes at the dog.

“It is, because it’s way faster!  Flying would take forever and teleporting is just easier.” The cat scoffs with absolute surety.

“Yeah, because you’re lazy.”

“No, I am being efficient. The faster, the better.  Besides I’m a cat and we like to relax, it’s part of the package.”  Yoongi contradicts, checking the sharpness from his nails and probably ready to test them out on a specific hybrid.  

“I’ll say.”  Taehyung says as he picks on a blue thread sticking out of one of the couch cushions.  

Having had enough of listening to the banter you rub the backs of their necks, fingers massaging at the base while you try to calm them down.  “Guys, guys, guys, it’s alright.  You don’t have to agree with each other.  We all have our own opinions and it’s okay if they’re different.  Also this,” you bend down and pick up the colorful magazine, “is just a fun game to see what you have in common with your friends. Not everyone’s going to have the same answer.  I’ll show you.”  

You scan the page for another question.  “How about this?  Would you rather be as tall as a building or small as a toy car?”  

“Toy car,” is the dog boy’s immediate answer.

“Building.”  Yoongi says and his white tail whips around, fully prepared to strike at any negative remarks.

“That’s because you’re already short.”  Taehyung is more than ready to give a comeback that would piss off the cat.

It’s instantly greeted by a hiss.  

You roll your eyes and gently slap the instigator’s arm, stretching your other limb out so Yoongi can’t pounce on him.  “Oww…” The dog boy complains as he rubs his arm.  

“Oh, you’re fine.  What about this one?  Would you rather live on the beach or in the mountains?”  



“Be as strong as an elephant or have the ability to breathe underwater like a fish?”  

“Strength of an elephant.”

“Breathe like a fish.”

They keep answering at the same time and yet, neither have the same opinion.  You begin throwing questions not from the magazine, but ones from your own mind, picking the most similar and mundane things.  

“Pink or red?”  



Really?  They’re practically alike!  

“Fine.  Grass or trees and tell me why.”   This is the most random of things, surely this could be the game changer.  Like all the other times, both hybrids have their automatically explained responses and yet a small part of you isn’t shocked by what you hear.  

“Grass because you can sleep on it.”  As if to further prove his point, the feline flops to the side and lies against the dark blue couch cushion.

“Trees because you can pee on them.”  Taehyung doesn’t demonstrate his belief, thank goodness, opting to just cross his arms.

“You are such a dog!” Yoongi’s foot stretches out to almost meet the canine’s face who bats at the offending appendage.  

“And you’re such a cat! Sleep on the grass, are you serious?!” Yoongi’s tail curls as he prepares to pounce for the second time and again, you put a hand on his shoulder.  

“Okay, was not expecting that, although I probably should have.  Also, are y’all kidding me right now?”  Your eyes ping pong between them and they narrow significantly.  

“Quick.  Up or down?”  



“Butterflies or dragonflies?”  



“Have y’all seriously been doing this all day?”  



You fling your arms in the air in exasperation before slapping your hands over your face.  “Oh, come on!  Ugh, Shaggy or Scooby-Doo?”  



Ah, shit.  Here we go.  Your fingers threaten to squeeze into your eye sockets as you prepare your ears for the giant tantrum that was about to ensue.  

“What?!”  Taehyung screams, limbs flailing in the air like he had his tail set on fire.  

The cat shrugs his shoulders indifferently.  “I like Shaggy.  I mean, I love Scooby too, don’t get me wrong, but Shaggy’s cooler.”  

“How could you say Shaggy? Scooby has always been there for us at night and you just…”  Suddenly the golden retriever seems to have transformed into a yipping Chihuahua as you tune him out.  Really, out of everything that could possibly offend the boy, it would be the disregard of a fellow cartoon Great Dane.  It seemed like your earlier fortune with crows was backwards.  You had thought the cawing one was Yoongi and its watching companion was Taehyung.  Maybe the angry bird was actually describing Taehyung while the confused, nonchalant one was in fact Yoongi.

It’s like a weird phase they go through apparently.  If everything kept going the way it was, at this rate, you were really going to have to take her advice.  Damn it.

You reach over and squish Taehyung’s cheeks as he’s cut off mid-rant.  “TaeTae, shush.”  His lips still and after a few seconds of silence you let go his face so you can stand and toss the crumpled magazine onto the coffee table.  Making a beeline to your backpack, you rummage around until you feel the soft material.  Walking back to them, you hold the handcuffs behind your back so they don’t get suspicious. Your trek is surveyed by two sets of vigilant orbs as they follow you back to your destination.

“Boys, I think I have something that will help solve this little dilemma, but I need you to close your eyes.”  

“Why?”  Is Yoongi’s immediate response.  

“It’s a surprise.” You answer cryptically.  They side eye one another, but eventually both pairs of lids slide shut.  Crouching down, you grab their hands with your own and press a soft kiss on the backs of their knuckles.  

“I’m sorry.”  You whisper and like a flash of lightening you snap the pink cuffs over Taehyung’s left wrist and Yoongi’s right one.  The click that follows has their eyes popping open. Horror is written across their stunned faces as they tug on the strange object only to get stuck because of the metal chain.  Taehyung begins to fidget, not liking the feeling, and he frantically pulls, Yoongi doing the same as well.  

“Hey!  What the hell, baby girl?  This isn’t funny.”  Yoongi’s ears fold back in aggravation, white shells hiding within the black strands of his hair.

You’re filled with automatic guilt, but you’ve run out of options at this point and you were afraid of things getting worse between the males.  Sitting back on your knees you strengthen your resolve as you massage their knees with apology.  

“I know.  Look, I didn’t want to throw this on you, literally and figuratively, but until you two can find a way to disagree without me having to worry about a war zone filled apartment or coming home to injured hybrids, those babies are staying right where they are.”  With a tone that indicated discussion over, you stand and head to the kitchen to start on dinner.  

Not long after your retreat, there’s a jangling from behind and you can feel the drilling in the back of your skull, but you don’t turn around, only concentrating on getting the vegetables from the fridge.  Grabbing a head of cabbage, some beef, and chives, you kick the refrigerator door shut with your foot and set all your ingredients on the counter.  You turn and head to the pantry as you sift around for some broth, noodles, and other food essentials.

Ahem.  The clearing throat stops you from digging through the pantry and you finally pivot, hoping the small smile isn’t recognizable on your lips because you were internally laughing at the hybrids’ latest fashion statement.  

“Umm, what are we supposed to do with this?”  Yoongi asks with a shake of his, and Taehyung’s, wrist.  

“Uhh, deal with it. Think of it as bonding time.”  You supply, going back to your search and eventually finding what you need, closing the door, and carrying your pickings to the counter as well.

“What if we can’t get agree on anything?”  Taehyung pipes up, yellow ears folding in distress and tail wrapping around his leg.

“That’s okay, you don’t have to, this is more of a test to make sure no one gets hurt when a disagreement happens.  In a way, you’re agreeing to disagree and working together at the same time.”  Explaining the process to them and taking the cabbage to the sink so you can wash it.  When you finish, you set the head on a cutting board and begin chopping the plant up.

Yoongi huffs and attempts to walk back to the living room, but is stopped short by Taehyung who was trying to walk closer to you.  The cat jerks his arm, pulling the other back a couple of steps, only to be lurched in reverse as well.  

The clinking of metal has you craning your neck around and you’re not surprised by the unfolding scene before you.  “See, this is what I mean.  When stuff like this happens and you can’t decide on something you have to be able to compromise.”  You clarify before a tug of war of the limbs ensues.  

“And how are we supposed to do that?”  The cat asks, leaning onto the marble counter, wondering if one of your knives would do the trick in setting them free.  If only he knew, the canine was pondering the same thing from the kitchen doorway.  

“Take turns.  Sit in the kitchen for a little bit and then go to the living room or vice versa.  And no, knives won’t work so don’t even think about it.”  Sensing their mimicking thoughts as they stare at the shiny weapon you are holding.  

Yoongi glares at the cabinets lining the kitchen, miffed at having his idea thwarted while Taehyung asks another important question.  “How do we choose who gets to go first?”    

“I don’t know.  Rock, paper, scissors.  Flip a coin, something to that effect.”  You peel the layers of the green head, shrugging as you go back to your cooking task.  

Immediately, they put out their hands and Yoongi wins, scissors beating paper.  “Sweet.  All right, pup, let’s go.”  He says while dragging the dejected boy to the sofa.  

It had been maybe ten minutes tops before the hybrids come slinking up beside you.  You were busy stirring the noodles and listening to the hot sizzle of the steamy vegetables while relishing in the peaceful air.  

“There.  We compromised.  Now can we take these stupid chains off?”  The feline begs while the canine plays the cute card, hugging your waist with his one free hand and nosing into your neck.  Chuckling at their attitudes, you hold Yoongi’s chained hand, rubbing small circles with your thumb and playfully bumping your head with the other person behind you.  

“Ha.  Yeah, I don’t think so.  Those are sticking around for at least another day.  I wanna make sure this lasts and y’all aren’t faking it.” There’s a collective groan from them and you can only hope that this works out in the end.  The last thing you needed was to explain to the doctor or the cops why there were pink handcuffs involved in a cat versus dog fight.  


19 hours.  

It has been 19 hours since the cat and dog have been detained.  They were hoping the chain connecting them together would have annoyed you enough to set them free, especially after you got hit in the face earlier that morning when you all were still asleep.  It had to have been an unpleasant awakening, and it was, but you merely placed Taehyung’s hand back down after he finished scratching an itch on his forehead.  

Your ruthless behavior was surprisingly effective when it came to showing no mercy, not showing sympathy to the groaning and complaining.  Going to the restroom had been an interesting affair, considering there was absolutely no privacy whatsoever, not to mention that positioning was somewhat odd and downright awkward at times in the tiny space.  Currently, both hybrids were lying in their own bed, wishing time would go faster than the trickling pace it was showing.  

“Has it been 24 hours yet?” Taehyung sighs, wishing Yoongi would hurry up with his nap so he could go watch T.V.  Why couldn’t he win rock, paper, scissors and be first for once?

“No.  It hasn’t even been in an hour since the last time you asked.” Yoongi mumbles, punching his pillow with his free hand as he tries to get situated, despite having one arm trapped.

“How are we going to fix this when we can’t even decide on our sleeping positions?”  The dog boy wonders aloud.  He shifts to face the black-haired boy, hoping his left side would be more comfortable.  Normally, Taehyung would sleep on your thighs, but during the night he had crawled up towards your head and that’s how you ended up with a chain across your face. Apparently, the stretching of their arms got to be too uncomfortable so they had to lie a certain way where they could both be in less pain.  

Yoongi, having sufficiently fluffed his pillow, turned to face the younger hybrid as he flexed his wrist trapped in the bright fuzz.  He scratched his head, wishing they could both hurry up and be done with their jail time. “Beats me.  Y/N just said find a compromise and work it out.  Although, a coin and rock, paper, scissors can only get us so far.”  

“True.  You know, what if we had like a secret handshake or something, unless you wanna hug it out instead.”  Taehyung suggests, crawling on top of the cat to demonstrate, forcing him onto his back while he lay on his chest.  Yoongi bats at the younger male and nearly slaps himself on the face with the other hybrid’s hand due to the connection.  

“TaeTae, that’s…” the feline eyes the pink metal as an idea formulates in his mind, “…actually a pretty good idea.”

The canine shifts his gaze back and forth between Yoongi and their connected wrists.  “Huh?  I was just kidding about the hugging thing, I mean, unless you want to do that.  I don’t mind.”  He props his chin on the hybrid’s chest to which said hybrid also tilts his own head down.

Yoongi pets the blonde, his fingers scratching his hair and making the canine kick his leg at the sensation.  “No, no. We can hug whenever we want, but you’re right.  We should have our own secret way.  Why not holding hands?  We’re already stuck together now; we can just pretend there’s chains on us whenever we argue. What do you think?”  Since it was his cuffed hand that was raised, the fuzz was tickling Taehyung’s forehead and he blows at the annoying feeling.  

Only when the cat boy adjusts the angle of his hand does Taehyung pause for maybe a full thirty seconds to “think about it” before he blurts out a yes of happy approval.  

“Okay, then.  We should try it out to see if this works. Say something you know that I won’t like.”  The dog’s tail sticks up straight in enthusiasm as he fulfills the cat’s request.

“You need to get up right now.”  Yoongi reaches to clasp Taehyung’s hand with his own and they don’t say anything. They’re both equally surprised, neither are arguing and honestly, they don’t feel the urge to either.  

“Hmm, nice.”  Yoongi muses as he peers at the pup above him.  

“You think Y/N will approve?”  Taehyung worries, tail sagging at the negative thoughts he conjures in his mind.

“Knowing her, probably.” The cat is fast in reassuring him and he jokingly flicks the canine’s yellow bangs.  

“She better, these things are starting to get itchy.”  Taehyung grumbles.  

“You sure you don’t just have fleas?  I’m kidding, I’m kidding, TaeTae.”  He laughs, noticing the dog boy’s offended expression.  

Now it’s his turn to have his hand held by Taehyung as he becomes serious.  “Actually, about you needing to get up…I kinda meant that.  I gotta go to the bathroom again.” Taehyung quietly admits and Yoongi sighs in fake exaggeration.  

“Only if you carry me on your back.”  



When you come home a few hours later, you’re not bombarded by crashing or shouting, but rather laughter? The living room is empty and as you peak into the boys’ room you catch sight of the two hybrids curled up in their bed with another magazine in between them.  Their heads pop up when you knock on the door frame.  

“Hey, sweetheart.” Taehyung waves at you while Yoongi sends you a smile.  

“Wanna join us?”  The white cat asks you, his tail easily swinging across the covers.  

“Sure.  How did today go?”  They scooch to one side to make room for you and you sit on the edge of the bed, eagerly awaiting their response.

“Good.”  They answer together.

“Wow, really?”  Both boys did appear to be more relaxed, Taehyung was leaning against Yoongi and the older hybrid had his arm around him.  

“Yep, we worked out a compromise so can you please take these off now?”  Taehyung dangles his arm in the air, resembling a ghoul if the rattling chains were anything to go by.  Yoongi simply lets his limb be dragged along as the forgetting boy plays with the shackles.

“Only if I get to test it out.”  As much as you wanted to take their word, you were going to make sure your bases were covered before any unlocking occurred.

“Give us your worst.” Yoongi dares, resolutely lying his head on top of the pup.  

You thoughtfully tap your fingers on your chin like a super villain in a comic book as you think of a question that would catch them in the act.  “My worst?  You sure do have a lot of confidence.  So, who’s better, Wolfie or Kitty?”  



Just as you suspected. Taehyung drops his head back and the movement forces Yoongi’s chin to slide and now rest on his forehead.  The canine squints up at him and Yoongi merely smirks in return.

Wolfie.”  Taehyung insists, golden tail thumping with protest on the bed.  

“Kitty.”  Yoongi doesn’t seem mad, but rather amused by the other boy’s behavior.

“Wol-okay.”  Taehyung grabs onto Yoongi’s hand and your jaw nearly drops at the hush that follows.  

“That’s it?  Just like that?”  Taehyung jerks his head up and Yoongi nearly head butts him as a result. The casual nod they give you causes a grin to break out across your face.  Mission accomplished.  

“Congratulations, boys, you have succeeded in your mission and are now free to go.”  You say with a flourish as you pull the key from your pocket and regally unlock the cuffs.  The pink fuzz dropping onto the bed has Taehyung reaching for the key and you confusedly give it to him.  The blonde observes it for a moment before flinging it somewhere behind him onto the carpet.

“Well, we won’t be needing this anymore.”  Yoongi pinches the metal shackles between his thumb and forefinger as he carelessly tosses them into the nearby corner.  They make a dull thud from the impact and you merely shake your head.  

“Anyway, glad to see everything’s better now.  I’m proud of you, both of you.  I’ll go ahead and cook up a celebratory feast while you two have fun.”  Pressing a quick peck on their cheeks, you leave them to their own devices as you walk out the door with tiny giggles ringing in your ears.  

After said triumphant dinner, the three of you decided to watch some T.V. before bed.  There was nothing interesting on tonight so you left it on some celebrity news show where they sat and talked about famous people, most of which you barely knew or heard of.  It had been a long time since you touched those magazines, but it seemed your hybrids read up on the hottest idols as they commented on the various stories.

“Why would he cheat on his wife?  That’s so mean!”  Taehyung cries, aghast that people would actually do such a thing.  His upper torso was lying on your bare legs while the bottom half of him was stretched out and over the side of the sofa.

“I still don’t understand how he was able to have an affair with six other women.  That’s like Snow White and the Seven Dwarves gone rogue.” You laugh at that last part under your breath and the cat looks up at you from his spot on your shoulder.  

“It’s true.  How do you have six secret relationships with other people and not expect someone to figure it out?”  You shrug and the motion lifts Yoongi’s head up as well.  He pulls himself up so he can be even more closer to your neck, silken hair tickling the bottom of your jaw as well as the side of your ear.  

“See, sweetheart, you made a great choice in picking us as your mates.  We are loyal hybrids!”  Taehyung’s tail wags against the couch arm.  

“Which top 3 models take the cake?  What do you viewers at home think?  Vote now.” The host points to a box where people could text their favorite model and you wish the show would just hurry up and be over already.  

Glancing down, you happen to catch Taehyung watching you intently from his position on your lap and you bring your hand down to softly pet his hair.  He nuzzles your palm, but his gaze remains strong and you’re not sure why until he says, “I got it.”  

“Got what, cutie?”  Not understanding what he was talking about and your brows furrow as you wonder what he could possibly mean.  You feel Yoongi’s ears perk up at his declaration.

“I know something that Yoongi and I will definitely agree on.”  He chirps and your eyes flash over to Yoongi’s, who shrugs, because he didn’t have a clue either.

“That’s great, but what is it?”  You look back down to the happy hybrid who has an excited demeanor, almost bouncing off your legs; like he had an important story he couldn’t wait to share.

“We know who the prettiest girl is.”  He finally blurts out, stars practically dancing in his bright irises.

“Yeah?  Who’s that?”  Not catching his drift in the slightest.  

Yoongi’s eyes flash with understanding and he realizes what the canine means.  “You, silly.  Who else?” He chimes in.  

That was unexpected to you. “Me?”  You’re shocked by their affirmation because those women were models, how could you possibly compete with them?  “But I’m-”

“The most beautiful female we have ever laid eyes on.”  Is Yoongi’s serious confirmation as he tenderly kisses the skin of your collarbone that was peeking out from your nightshirt.

“The one who holds the key to our hearts!”  Taehyung yips, sitting up in your lap to show you a strangely familiar key that he was hiding somewhere on his body.  You didn’t even care that the key belonged to a sex toy, your heart was melting into a happy puddle of love thanks to the two of them.  

“You guys, that is the sweetest thing anyone was ever told me.”  Yoongi cups the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss.  When he leans away, you urge Taehyung to come closer so you can also give him a kiss as well.  

“I love you, guys. So, so much.”  Water builds up along your tear ducts and Taehyung flings his arms around as he tightly hugs you, chirrups vibrating from his frame into your own.  

“We love you too.” Yoongi purrs, raking his fingers through your hair soothingly.  For a few minutes no one speaks except for the television when suddenly the cat beside you jumps as if he remembered something.  

“Wow!  Is it that time already?  Man, I don’t know about you, but TaeTae and I are tired.  Working with those chains all day gave us our exercise. You ready for bed, baby girl?”  

“Wait, but I’m not tired.” There’s a sharp pinch in the canine’s arm and it jars him enough to change his answer.  “Oh!  You’re right. Now that I think about it, I am getting kinda tired too.”  Taehyung’s ears are perked up and he nervously laughs.  

You stare at them, wondering why they seemed to be smiling fretfully almost as if they got caught doing something they weren’t supposed to do, but you shrug the feeling off.  “Really?  Well, okay. I guess I’ll just go wash up and meet y’all in the bathroom.”  

Nudging the hybrids to the side, you stand and head to the bathroom while Yoongi reaches for the T.V. remote to shut it off.  He turns the volume up just a tad and when you’re out of sight he pokes Taehyung on the forehead.  

“Ow!”  He whines as he rubs the skin.  

“Why did you show her the key?  You almost blew our cover.”  The cat grumbles.  

“Sorry.  I had to say it, it was perfect!  And you saw her smile, she loved it.  Forgive me, Suga Suga?”  The dog boy pouts as he curls up against him and cuddles into him.  

“You’re lucky you’re cute. Come on, let’s go to bed.”  

To Be Continued…?

A/N: Before anyone asks, YES, there will be a sequel. It says Part 1 for a reason.  I don’t know when it’ll be because I need to go write dragon smut and then I might be starting an actual chapter series now. If you have any questions or curiosities about anything stated above, feel free to shoot me an ask.  Please send me feedback about this taegi fluff and what do you think the boys are up to???


Just want to say that I really appreciate that Daesung still wears those earrings of his even when he’s dressed down, be it at the airport or out having a casual meal with friends. I like that he continues to wear them outside of band-related activities where he’s expected to dress up and don a little bling to draw the eye. They may be small, subtle, nothing flashy, but I always notice them, and I love them. Those simple silver hoops are a constant presence on either side of his sweet face, as steady and unchanging as I imagine he is.

{APH rarepair week: day 4 :HISTORY} 

When it comes to history, the first pairing that comes to mind for me is this tragic combo that I call my OTP. 

Spain and Austria had a complicated marriage. How could it not be, considering the times? But I like to think that they loved each other passionately and there were a lot of tender moments in their union. 

One of these moments might have been that Austria’s cross necklace was actually a gift from Spain. But not just any gift - It meant the world to him, because it had belonged to someone very important for Antonio and was actually a “pair” necklace to his own. 

(more of this headcanon here)


Loving the cooler weather, might be rainy and beautiful this weekend. What are your weekend plans?
A great companion along with a:
Gold luster mountain necklace, paired well with a desert medicine @studiochenoweth mug.
#love #porcelain #porcelainjewelry #ceramic #ceramicjewelry #art #jewelry #mountains #mountain #mountainart #mountainview #mountainsarecalling #mtnbabes #idaho #montana #montanamoment #hotsprings #gold #naked #mtnbabes

Pouty Prince

Tonight is Bruce’s birthday, and everyone is going to come. Including Jason, Dick, and Babs even though they were busy planning their wedding for next week, Oliver will be there with Dinah.

But… There was one certain little guy, who didn’t like the idea of partying. Damian, your boyfriend.

You tried to convince him that it will be fun.

“Come on Dami! It’ll be a blast I promise!”

“No Beloved, I prefer to train than attending such unnecessary event.” He retorted, continuing to doodle whatever it was.

Did he think that his words going to stop you? HAHA Nope. He WILL come no matter how much he didn’t want to.

You tried for solid 9 hours convincing him to come with you, heck you even told him that you’ll go with someone else if he didn’t come with you.

“Damian Wayne, if you don’t come with me I’ll go with someone else.” You told him sternly with hands crossed across your chest when you were having a lunch break, you weren’t serious though just wanted to scare him.

“No.” He answered. That was it, you have to drag him.

He has to go with you no matter what.

You went to the manor, all dolled-up. Light makeup, high-low red dress, a pair red stilettos, necklace, earrings, bracelets and hair tied up in so it wouldn’t look messy.

Your stilettos made a clicking sound as you went up to Damian’s room, he was there just had a bath and a towel wrapped around his waist.

He was blushing.

“WhWhat are you doing!?” He exclaimed, clearly panicking as he stumbled to wear his clothes that were placed on the bed. You ignored him, walking to his closet you brought out his tuxedo.

“I’m sorry Dami, but I have to do this.” You apologized, you knew you were pushy towards him but you had to, you didn’t want to go alone. You knew no one, okay you knew his brothers but it would still be awkward without him.

Being an introvert is hard.

Helping or more like forcing him to wear the tux, you bit your lip as you tried to fix the tie to finish the look. After you were done, you dragged him.

You did drag him, literally.

Dragging him by the back of the collar, downstairs towards the room where the party was held.

Damian on the other hand, frowning the entire way and his lips poked out into a pout. You didn’t notice it until you were there and fixed his looks..Again.

“Aww, I’m sorry..” You cooed, fixing his messed hair. “I had to.” Kissing his lips after you were done.

He sighed, “It’s okay, just… Don’t do this again.”

“No promises my pouty prince!” You giggled as you linked your arms with his and walked towards the others. He groaned at you but walked with you anyway.

He was teased by his family, even Bruce mimicked his face when he was dragged down by you. Dick told you to do that again which made him received a death glare from Damian. But…

Yeah, you’re totally going to do that again.

It was cute.

MX and their s/o having matching/couples items.

Shownu: Bracelet

Shownu isn’t sure about how to show off his partner, or how to show them how much he cares, so he bought a pair of matching bracelets and he’ll wear them under his sleeves, or if he can’t for a recording, he’ll always keep it safe or in his pocket until he can slip it back on again. 

Wonho: Necklaces

The boy likes accessories, what can I say.  He wouldn’t want to get something too cheesy, or too cliche, but he’d like to settle for something a bit more out there.  He wouldn’t want identical necklaces that just came in pairs, but two different necklaces that fit together into one.  

Minhyuk: Shirts/Outfits

He loves his s/o and he isn’t afraid to shout it from the roof tops.  When he’d take his s/o out for a date, or just for lounging around the house, he’d always persuade them into wear matching/couple shirts or sweats. This lil bub of sunshine is proud af of his partner, and he’ll make sure everyone knows it.

Kihyun: Key-chains/Phone straps  

He’d probably be a bit more reserved about matching items. Not flaunting it like Minhyuk, but settling for something small to loop on his keys or his phone strap. He’d be sure to always pick something meaningful so show he cares about his relationship in ways he can’t describe. 

Hyungwon: Slippers

What better way to tell your s/o you love them than kicking back in pjs, binging a great show with your legs entangles as your matching slippers hang off your feet.  He’d also spontaneously start matches where he’d randomly kick off his slipper at his partner and then they’d run around throwing them at each other until they get tired. 

Jooheon: Hats

We all know this lil dipple cutie-pie has a thing for head-wear.  Tbh, it’d probably be his s/o to buy the pair of matching hats as a surprise for Jooheon.  His newly owned hat would be his new favorite item he owned and would wear it as often as possible as well as take extremely good care of it, being very picky on who touches it at all.  He’d be thrilled to bits his s/o was thinking of him. 

I.M.: Phone cases 

It’d be something that they could always have with them.  I.M.’s not one for matching clothes and he’s always changing accessories with different styles, but having a phone case that is always with you was special to him.  He’d probably pick them out with his s/o and when he’s at the studio or not able to be with his partner because he’s busy or abroad, he’s always having something connecting them just in his pocket.  

He’d also thing it’d make calling and texting just a bit more special

Girls Protecting Girls (Angelica Schuyler x TransGirl!Reader)


Anonymous said: Hey! I recently came out as trans to my mom and to celebrate i was wondering if youd like to write some transgirl!readerxangelica where they go to the store and someone says that reader isnt a real girl and ang sticks up for them? If not its okay haha i just really love your blog

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A/N: Yes, of course! I’m really proud of you for having the courage to do that! Anyways, hope you like it!

TW: transphobia

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i went to the mall with my mom today for a mother-daughter day out after my school test and we went to hot topic. i regret not getting them now, but there were two rings on necklaces paired together that represented dean and sam.

they looked like male wedding rings, one was gold and the other was silver. The gold one said “bitch” and the silver one said “jerk” and they were both different sizes. i was like thinking in my head “are those wedding rings?? did dean and sam get married when i wasn’t looking?”

i wish i had gotten them tbh, but i’ll have to wait until next time.

i wish i could have taken a picture too so i could see what those destihellers thought because there wasn’t a single thing with asstiel on it at my hot topic xD