still kind of a boring face expression

~From Sour to Sweet~

When you find a new friend in the strangest way.

cat hybrid!yoongi/reader

Word Count: 5,703

What were you thinking?

You don’t know what possessed you to go to a hybrid adoption facility and want to pick out a hybrid of your own. You felt bad that you could only choose one of the many hybrids presented before you. All were of various species accentuated with different colors, shapes, and sizes.

“You can go in if you want.” The employee next to you responds, having spotted you looking at the hybrids through the glass window.

The room was pretty spacious but you were afraid that if you went inside you would try and take them all home with you. It looked like a cross between a playground and recreational room. There were beds for them to sleep, a TV off to the side, and lots of blankets and pillows.

“If there’s one you want to interact with personally, we have rooms available for you, if you’re not comfortable going inside with all of them. It can get overwhelming sometimes.”

You watched all the hybrids for a bit. There were a couple of rabbits running around in a game of chase, bounding through the other hybrids as well as hopping over stray toys and scattered furniture pieces. The foxes were playing with a soccer ball, rolling it back and forth and a few of them even went to mess with the other hybrids nearby. Literally all of the dog hybrids were play wrestling each other and you could see tufts of fur flying through the air. Most of the cats were either asleep or lazily tossing balls of yarn here and there.

You notice a small white cat hybrid tucked away from everyone else, including the other cats, curled up in a ball high on top of one of the shelves. He wasn’t sleeping, rather he was lying there and observing all the other hybrids with a smidge of boredom adorning his features, white tail flicking lazily back and forth like a pendulum. His white ears contrasted the black locks of his hair as they twitched to each of the sounds. You noticed that he looked…lonely, yet there was a hint of sadness somewhat hidden in his eyes, and your heart ached at the sight.

“Can I meet that white one over up on top of that shelf, please?” You ask the employee.

His eyes bulge out. “Huh? Him? Sweetie, you seem rather new to this, which is understandable, but let me give you some advice. You don’t want him.” He says with a shake of his head. “We have plenty other hybrids up for adoption that are much friendlier. Trust me, he isn’t one of them.” The employee tells you.

His response only provokes you even more to meet the black haired cat boy.

“No. I want to see him.” You answer pointing at the lone cat.

The employee sighs, “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He goes inside the room and motions for another worker to take you to one of the private rooms in the back. The girl smiles and as you follow her you pass by aisles of toys, food, information books, and various other supplies as she leads you down one of the many halls. After maybe three seconds of silence you soon come to realize that she is a talker.

“Hi! Is this your first time adopting a hybrid?” She asks in a bubbly tone.

“Yes, it is.”

“Oh my gosh, I knew it! I could see it in your face. Aren’t they so cute?! Which one are you thinking of getting? I personally love the dog hybrids. They’re just so fun and playful! I always wanted to get one for myself, but my parents wouldn’t let me.” She pouts.

_Honestly, she could just be one of the dog hybrids, all she’d need are the ears and tail, she already has their energy. _You smile. “Actually, I was thinking about adopting a cat hybrid. The white one with black hair, kind of keeps to himself.”

She snaps her head to look at you with surprise. “Oh, really? You mean Yoongi? That’s awesome! You know, I feel bad for him when nobody picks him, cause he’s like super quiet and a little scary when he glares which is like, all the time. But he’s pretty harmless, unless, you know, someone irritates him. Like one time, Bob, the other guy who works here, you were just with him, tried to wake Yoongi up for his evaluation, but boy, he wasn’t having it. Bob was this close to having his face used as a scratching post.” She said, using her fingers to demonstrate, pinching them together until they were a centimeter apart.

Ahh. So that’s why “Bob” sounded so adamant about not adopting Yoongi.

You both arrive at an empty room and there’s a little window where you can peak in enough to see a few chairs on the inside. Chatty Cathy pulls out a set of keys from her pocket and unlocks the door, beckoning you inside.

“You know,” the girl says after a literal split second pause, “he’s not bad. He’s just…not a people person and I think he’s easily misunderstood. On a more personal note, and I’m not trying to persuade you in any way, but please give him a chance. You two both seem relatively quiet and you’re really nice so I think this will work out.” She eventually says, eyes shining with hope.

You smile at her reassuringly. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep that in mind.”

She perks up and gives you a kilo-watt smile. “Thanks girl! I knew I liked you for a reason!”

And with that she exits through the door, practically skipping down the hall.

You sigh and look around the room. It was pretty basic, the only decorations on the wall were a couple of pictures with cute animals. At first, you go to sit on one the plastic chairs, but decide against it. As you wait you unconsciously start rubbing your hands together in nervousness.

What if he doesn’t like you? There were plenty of other hybrids available, but you felt drawn to this one in particular and you would be disappointing to you if this didn’t work out. The other girl said she had a good feeling about this, maybe you should tune into her positive vibes.

Moments later you see Bob and Yoongi walking past the window and then they’re coming through the door.

Here we go.

“Be nice, cat.” Bob says to the hybrid. Said cat releases a small hiss in reply as he stalks none to happily inside the room.

The glare Bob directs at him shows exactly how much he doesn’t like the cat boy. He opens his mouth and you abruptly speak before he can.

“It’s okay, sir, I’ll be fine.” You jump in before the two decide to duke it out in the small area.

The man glances at you and grunts before eventually regarding the other male with obvious distaste. “I’m watching you.” Bob opens the door and then leaves, but merely goes to the tiny observation window to keep an eye on the two of you.

The silence in the room is deafening. You shift a little on your feet and look at the feline. He stands there in the corner, as far away from you as possible, with the same bored expression on his face, only this time there’s annoyance in that stare that is directed at the wall.

“Umm, hello, Yoongi. My name is Y/N.” You shyly tell him.


“You’re not that much of a talker, are you?”

Silence. Not even a peep. You could see that this was leading nowhere, but still you persisted.

“That’s okay. I’m kind of a timid person too. Anyway I can give you a small introduction so you can get to know me a little. I’m currently in college, my major is undecided right now so I’m just doing my basics. Uh, what else? Oh, I like to read, write, and sometimes play video games in my spare time. What do you like to do for fun, Yoongi?”

Crickets should be chirping at this point. He’s not looking at you, the wall appearing to be more interesting than you.

You then decide to take the initiative and you walk closer until you’re right next to him. He noticeably stiffens at your approach, but doesn’t utter a word.

“Look, I know you don’t know me and you have every right not to trust me, a random stranger, but I’d really like to have you as my companion.”

The cat boy might as well be a statue.

“Are you happy here?” You finally ask.

His ears perk up slightly at your words, but doesn’t speak and you continue.

“If you want to stay for whatever reason I will understand, it won’t hurt my feelings, but I can offer you I think a much better home. One where you won’t feel isolated or like an outcast. I think you will like the change in scenery and I will make you feel as comfortable as can be. I want to give you a place where you can be happy and quite frankly, I don’t think it’s here.”

His eyes are filled with skepticism and also with a hint of shock you think to yourself, but suddenly they narrow into slits.

“What do you know, lady? You don’t even know me. What? Let me guess they put you up to this or something? A new tactic to make me more loveable?” His voice rising, ears pinning into his head and snow white tail puffing in anger.


Bob was still watching from outside and judging from his flaring nostrils he didn’t look too pleased and neither did the feline beside you. You had to be careful.

“Yoongi, I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”

You did it without even realizing what you were doing until it was already too late. You reached out to touch his shoulder in apology and the second your fingers make contact with the cotton sleeve, you immediately jerk your hand back, but he was already moving.

You are abruptly pushed up against the wall with the cat boy right in front of you and he was livid. His arms were on either side of your head as he glares down at you.

“I don’t need any help from you so just leave me alone.” He snarls at you, tail vibrating rapidly.

You’re trembling, trying to figure out a way to diffuse the situation but before you can, Bob comes barreling in, slamming the door open in his wake, causing it to careen into the wall with a loud bang as he yanks the hybrid away from you.

“That’s it, cat! I warned you, but you just don’t listen do you?! You want to be put back in confinement again? Huh? If you do, then fine by me because I can make that happen! I’ve got a cage with your name on it!” Bob bellows.

_Confinement? Cage?! No wonder he’s always alone!” _You had to do something; you had to stop them. He was dragging Yoongi towards the ajar door; you had to think fast.

“Stop! Don’t hurt him!” You shout.

“I told you, girl, this one isn’t normal.” They were partially in the hallway now.

“I’ll take him!!” You scream.

All movement ceases to the point you wondered if even time was frozen.

“Excuse me?” Bob askes in confusion.

Yoongi says nothing, only staring at you with disbelief written all over his face.

“Look, ma’am you can’t just-”

“I said. I’ll adopt him.” You interrupt him before he gets to finish.

“But he attacked you!”

“It was my own fault. I pushed his boundaries and I accept full responsibility for my mistake.”

“We have a no refund policy.”

They treat them as if they’re possessions or something!

“Well, I have no intention of bringing him back.”

Bob is looking at you like you’ve grown two heads. You steadily meet his gaze in return while cocking an eyebrow, refusing to back down in this.

“Well?” You ask.

Losing the battle of maintaining eye contact, Bob eventually acquiesces.

“Fine. Your loss, just remember all sales are final. You’ve witnessed firsthand what this one’s capable of. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He releases the hybrid and leaves to go get the paperwork you assumed.

“Why don’t you get acquainted with your new owner, cat.” Not necessarily asking, but rather more so making a demand. He finally exits the room.

The poor and battered door is left open, then everything is quiet again.

“Why would you do that?” The cat boy whispers, breaking the silence.

“Look, I don’t really know what kind of place this is, but you obviously hate it here and honestly, I don’t blame you, so… I want to help.”

“You? Help?” He scoffs. “You think you humans can just come and… whatever, you’ll regret your decision in the end. You heard what he said, I’m not normal. So why don’t you save yourself the trouble and give up.”

You’re shaking your head before he finishes talking. “Honestly, none of us are exactly normal. I’m not going to give up and if anything, I hope you can bear with me.”

“Why do you care so much?” He snaps, ears and tail starting to twitch once again.

“I care because I know you’re not worthless or defective like they think you are. Even if you don’t believe in yourself, I do, and if I have to prove it to you by getting you out of here, then I don’t mind.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything at first, only staring at you like you’ve lost it, which was apparently frequent today considering everyone has given you strange looks, until he finally responds with, “We’ll see.”


It was approaching one week since you adopted your very first cat hybrid. You stayed true to your word, leaving the cat boy alone, giving him his personal space, and letting him do whatever he pleased, which wasn’t much. Majority of the time he just slept and when he didn’t it was either to go to the bathroom or come eat.

Whenever dinner was cooked and served he assumed he wasn’t supposed to eat with you. At first he would try to take his food back to his room, but you weren’t going to let him unintentionally lure bugs inside. Then he tried to eat on the floor next to the dining table which you also denied him of, stating that this is his home too and that he has every right to sit with you _at _the table.

“But you’re my owner.” Yoongi says with a confused look.

“I’m your friend. Therefore, you can sit right next to me.”

“But I’m a hybrid. A cat hybrid. You’re a human.”

“Congratulations! Glad to see you know what species we both are.”

“Pets eat on the floor and their owners eat on the table.”

“Doesn’t matter because you’re not my pet.”

And with that you place his bowl of noodles right in the spot next to yours. He heaves a deep sigh, but doesn’t argue with you after that. Yoongi’s actions raised a lot of questions within you. What did they teach the hybrids that made them think they were subordinate to humans? Is it just assumed that they’re supposed to behave a certain way? It wasn’t until later that night, when you truly understood just how hard living in that place made the hybrid feel.


You were staying up late to work on some assignments for class and time flew away without your knowledge, until you glanced at the clock to see 1:15 glaring at you.

But it said 10:04 just a few minutes ago! You must have misread it when it actually said 1:04. That’s what you get for always having that song on repeat. Oops. Bedtime it is then. At least tomorrow was Saturday. You turn off your laptop and leave the living room after shutting off the lights.

As you’re walking past Yoongi’s room, you open the door slightly to take a quick peak, but you suddenly stop. The cat boy was curled up in his bed, but you could just barely see the shudders coming from his body as the light from the hallway illuminated his small frame.

You pause, debating whether or not to go in, you couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or closed. You decide to creep in slowly and quietly call his name so as not to startle him.

He doesn’t respond nor stop his shivering so you continue your quiet walk until you are beside him. He’s sound asleep, seemingly lost deep in his dreams, or more like nightmare, and your heart breaks at the sight before you.

Crouching down, you notice the tear tracks streaming across his cheeks and you wipe them with your fingers. You pull the blankets higher up around his shoulders and without a second thought, run your fingers through his midnight hair. His quaking eventually slows and then ceases altogether. It hurt to see him like this and you wished you could do more for him.

Maybe bring him some warm milk? No, you didn’t want to wake him, he valued his sleep.

Cuddling? Probably not the best idea right now, not after the way he reacted back at the shop. 

Looking around, you realize how dark the room is due to the fact that there were no windows.

You want to be put back in confinement again? I’ve got a cage with your name on it! That’s what Bob had said and it was the only sentences replaying through your mind like an alarm on full blast.

Maybe he’s afraid of being alone in the dark?

You don’t know what confinement was like for him, but could only assume it was dark and lonely, judging by the fact that he was always by himself and apparently shoved in a cage no less. Suddenly you figure out what you could do for him, while being subtle at the same time.

You stand up and speed quickly to the closet out in the hallway, digging as quietly as you can until you find what you’re looking for. You run into your room as well to grab something else for him.

Once you acquire all the items you head back into his room and plug the Scooby-Doo nightlight into the electrical outlet as you watch Scooby’s head light up the small corner. You didn’t know how Yoongi would feel about it, but hopefully it will bring him solace at night. You had also snatched one of the little stuffed animals from your room, tucking the black cat with mismatched orange and green eyes from the Halloween collection into his arms and he unconsciously clutches it tighter to his chest. He appeared to still be dead asleep, despite all your moving, so after looking around one more time, you leave the room once more and shut the door until it’s slightly cracked open.


Later that morning, you stopped by his room to check on him.

“Hey, Yoongi! I’m going outside for a walk; do you want to come join me?” You ask from the doorway to his room where Yoongi was lounging on his bed. Casually glancing around you see Scooby-Doo turned off, but don’t see the stuffed cat anywhere.

Wonder if he liked them or maybe he thought they were stupid. 

He merely grunts at you and you sigh. You knew he wouldn’t want to, but a small part of you still hoped he would eventually come around.

“Okay, I’ll see you later then.”

“What, not gonna try and get me to go with you?” He asks with distrust, ears starting to fold down.

“No, Yoongi. I already told you, you can do whatever you want. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. You’re my friend and I know it’s not easy to trust people, but please know that all I want is for you to be happy and comfortable here, okay?”

Giving him a smile you turn to leave and miss the small hint of gratefulness that flashes across his eyes as he pulls the cat out from under the covers and holds it to his face while softly rubbing its head with care.


On the day marking the second week of Yoongi’s arrival, you finally start making some progress.

It was a lazy Sunday morning and you were sitting on the couch watching old TV show re-runs.

You see Yoongi padding into the living room with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He’s wearing the white hoodie and pair of basketball shorts that you recently bought for him. As he walks towards you, he glances at the TV. His face morphs into confusion, eyebrows lowering.

“What’s wrong with your TV?”

“What do you mean?” You ask while looking at your TV, but seeing no fuzzy pictures and hearing no distorted sounds.

“The color’s gone. It’s black and white.”

“Well, that’s because it’s an old show, back before there was colored TV.”

“Wait, what? That’s a TV show?” He points to the screen.

“Yeah, back then there was only black and white because colored TV wasn’t a thing yet. So when my parents were growing up this is what showed on TV.”

“Really? So this was made before we were even born?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Yep.” You answer.

“How do you know about this show then?”

“It happened to be on one of the channels one day and I watched some of it, then I became hooked ever since because it was so funny.”

You look at his still scrunched expression and cautiously ask him, “How much do you know of the human world?”

“I mean, we’re taught how to speak to our owners as well as how to act properly and serve them, but other than the basics, not much.” He says with a shrug.

“What about technology?”

“We know how to use the TV and cell phones and computers, but we don’t know how to drive or use the things in the kitchen that well. We know what they are, but we’ve never really used them before.”

“I see.”

That’s sad, you think to yourself. They really don’t teach them much. How are they so supposed to gain their independence? That’s probably the whole point because that means they have to depend on humans to care of them.

“Well, if you want I can always teach you how to cook if you’re ever up for it. I don’t mind.” You say with a smile.

Shrug. He’s watching the TV, cat ears flicking at each sound they hear.

“So you sit here and laugh at three stupid men on a black and white screen, while all the other girls at the home would watch regular TV and giggle at all the supposed hot guys or whatever.” He scoffs.

“Well, I really like this show because it’s entertaining. You are more than welcome to come and join me.”

He motions with an “I guess.”

Yoongi shuffles over towards you and proceeds to sit on the floor while wrapping his arms around your legs.

You freeze.

What? Is he really engaging in physical contact; with me?

You were afraid to break the connection and elicit the silent and practically non-existent conversations, but at the same time you really wanted to return the affection as a sign of thanks to him.

So, as gingerly as you can manage, you reach over and oh so gently pet his head. Yoongi noticeably stiffens, but doesn’t make a move to pull away. Your hand gravitates towards one of his snow white ears and you carefully start to scratch at the base of said ear.

His reaction is immediate.

Rumbling purrs sound from deep within his chest and his eyes slide into a half-lidded state as he relaxes. He moves to lay his head into your knee as he nuzzles the side of your leg, long ice white tail winding around your ankle.

“Just let me know if you want me to stop.” You quickly tell him.

“No, no. It’s okay. I like it so keep going.” He mumbles so faintly you almost don’t catch it.

Ah-ha! You cheer internally. This must be his weak spot then.

As y’all were sitting in the living room, you both watch the show in silence with occasional chuckles here and there. After one of the characters clumsily falls yet again, causing you to laugh slightly, the cat boy tilts his head in your direction with a small smile.

“You know, you’re a very interesting own-um, human.”

“And you’re a very interesting, but also cute, hybrid.” You answer as you poke his cheek softly. Yoongi ducks his head down into your leg and this time you catch the hint of pink dusting his cheeks.


On the third week, a routine has been established.

You would come home from school, sometimes dead on your feet, and Yoongi would be waiting relatively near the front door to greet you. He would take your backpack from you and lug it to the living room while you headed to the kitchen where you would make dinner.

In the beginning, he would opt to just sit and watch, but recently you started asking him to help, either with chopping up vegetables or stirring the pot. The cat boy was reluctant at first but eventually became accustomed in utilizing the kitchen utensils and appliances, soon learning how to get really good at the tasks you assigned him.

Although, you still felt a little bit of trepidation whenever he tried to use the knife to “karate chop” the poor carrots and celery.

Or when he accidently put the popcorn in the microwave for too long, causing the buttery snack bag to come exploding out from the microwave door.

Also there was that one time he left plastic wrapping on the kitchen stove which almost set the apartment on fire.

Yoongi’s cooking skills weren’t bad minus the few mishaps here and there. Overall, he did a decent job and seemed like he enjoyed cooking in the kitchen with you.

Tonight, when you went to taste the rice he was currently preparing, you were stunned by how delicious it was.

“Mmm, wow, Yoongi! This is really good, I love it, especially all the flavors you added.” You compliment.

“Um, thanks.” He says, rubbing the back of his head, ruffling his black locks in the process; a small smile appearing on his lips as well. You see his cheeks flare up again and you can’t help but smirk at the sight.

“You should smile more often, I like it.” You say. The pink bleeds into a deep red and he purses his lips to try and hide his smile, but he can’t quite to do it so he eventually breaks into a full-fledged grin. He turns away and goes back to stirring the rice.

“I thought you said you’ve never worked with the kitchen appliances before?” You ask after a moment of silence passes.

“I haven’t, but someone showed me. Umm, at the home I didn’t have a lot of friends because I was always separated from them so the head cook took me under her wing. On the days I wasn’t in confinement she would let me come to the kitchen and would teach me about mixing all the ingredients and spices together. I couldn’t actually try it for myself because she would get in trouble by the other workers since hybrids weren’t allowed to cook so I would just watch her. She was like a grandma to me and she taught me all that I know.” He holds a faraway look in his eye as he relives his memories.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to say goodbye.

“Do you miss her?”

“Yeah, but she always told me to not be afraid and keep an open mind about humans, that one day I’m going to find someone who’s going to like my quiet self and appreciate my skills.” He meets your eyes then and the warmth heats inside your chest.

“The only thing she didn’t mention was how weird the human was gonna be.” He laughs.

“Hey!” You say in mock anger, slapping his arm at the comment.

“Who ever said being weird was a bad thing?”

“Heh. Not me.” He chuckles.


It has been a month since the cat hybrid moved in to your home and he was slowly, but surely, warming up to you.

You opened the front door, holding not only your backpack, but also a small box of chocolates from your friend. She was a pastry arts major so she had to practice her baking skills, and since she knew how much of a chocolate fanatic you were, she decided to make you her official guinea pig.

Yoongi wasn’t there to greet you and you find out why as soon as you enter the living room.

The cat boy had been asleep on the couch, but the minute you made your appearance he woke up.

“Hi there, Sleeping Beauty.” You say as you set your backpack down beside the couch and he groggily looks up at you.

“Hey.” He rasps and his voice is so deep and rough it actually causes your knees to wobble slightly.

What was that all about? You shake your head to reorient yourself. Alrighty, then.

He yawns and sits up arms reaching for the ceiling, hair sticking up in various spots as he watches you go to the kitchen. He stands to follow after you and as you pause by the counter to set the box down you feel him peaking over your shoulder, white cat ears twitching curiously, tail already winding around your leg.

“What’s that?” He asks as he rests his chin upon your shoulder.

“Chocolate. Want some?” You lift the lid to show him the delicious contents. “There’s dark, milk, white-. Wait, can hybrids eat chocolate?”

He gives you a dead look. “Just because we have feline characteristics doesn’t mean we’re exactly like them.”

“Hey, I’m just making sure.” You say, raising your hands up in surrender. “Don’t need you getting sick or something.”

As you’re preparing to make some sandwiches for dinner, you slip a small piece of chocolate in your mouth and from the corner of your eye you see Yoongi eyeing the treats.

“You’re more than welcome to have some. I don’t mind sharing.”

He scoffs. “Yeah, no thanks.”

You shrug with a “Suit yourself.”

After you both eat dinner, you give Yoongi the task of dish washing and you head to the bathroom so you can shower. Once you finish and put on a pair of boxers and an old t-shirt you walk back to the kitchen to check on the hybrid, but as you turn the corner you stop.

Said cat boy was currently stuffing his face with chocolate, looking like a chipmunk with too many pecans in its mouth. He hasn’t noticed your presence yet, that is, until he turns a little and stiffens at the sight of you placing a hand on your hip while also quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Hello, there.” You say with a smirk.

He makes a few muffled noises, trying to speak, but can’t with all the sweets occupying his mouth.

“Finish chewing first before you choke.” You advise him.

He does so and once he’s done he ducks his head slightly, ears folding in chagrin, refusing to meet your eyes.

“Well, someone sure likes chocolate.” You chuckle.

The moment you utter the words red flames spear his cheeks as they spread all the way up to the tips of his white ears, turning them a pretty pink color.

“At least I’m not the only chocolate addict. What else do you like? Cookies?”


“Cake? Ice cream? Pie?” Nod. Nod. Nod.

“Nice! You can be my partner in crime when it comes to baking desserts.”

He mutters something under his breath, but you can’t quite make it out.

He’s probably cursing me out or something to that extent. You think, laughing internally at the thought. 

“Oh, this is exciting! Finally, someone who can appreciate the beauty of sweet treats. Aww, my little sugar cat! Hey, I like that. Suga. Hmmm. Suga Suga. My chocolate connoisseur.” You giggle at the name.

He must’ve seen the gears rotating in your mind because he responds with, “Don’t even think about it. I don’t need a nickname.”

“But… it fits you. Come on, please??” You pout trying to be as cute and annoying as can be and you scoot up beside him, clinging onto him like a little kid.

“What are you, five?” He snorts.

“Please, Yoongi.”

He gazes down at you and you give him the saddest puppy eyes that you can muster.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to do.”

“That’s why I’m giving you the chance to approve it.”

He’s still looking at you and you him until he eventually rolls his eyes.

He sighs. “Fine, whatever.”

“Yay! Thank you, Suga Suga.”

“Just don’t say it more than three times a day.”

“What?! Five.”




“Three it is. Actually, no, at least four-.”

Yoongi grabs a random piece from the box and shoves it in your mouth mid-sentence.

“Shut up and eat your chocolate.”

“Thank you, Suga Suga! You’re the best.” You say as you rapidly chew the dessert and grab the box.

Running up beside him, you bump his shoulder with your own and you both go to sit on the couch. The two of you sit and watch TV while munching on the box of treats as Yoongi curls against you, faint purrs come from within and his tail wraps around your waist. He eases his head cautiously into your neck as he settles against you and you can’t help the grin that emerges from your lips as you silently enjoy one another’s company.

A/N: Why do all my fanfics keep getting longer and longer, I don’t know. This was mainly Yoongi’s backstory, so Taehyung hasn’t arrived just yet, but I’ll put his story up soon. If you like my stories feel free to flood my inbox, anon or not, I don’t mind. Apologies as always for grammatical errors, it bothers me when I miss even the smallest mistakes. Thank you again for reading and I hope you continue enjoying my little stories. I also realized that I haven’t exactly given myself a nickname for people to refer to me as, so you can just call me Amarwen. Nice to meet you!

me and @jackmcknightley were talking and came up with this headcanon

  • Imagine Otabek sending Yuri dirty pics while he’s sitting next to Viktor. 
  • And Viktor is shocked and all Yuri says is “calm down old man" 
  • And later Viktor is crying/talking to Yuuri because he thinks Yuri is still to young for these kind of things even though Yuri is already over 20 
  • Viktor decides they need to have “the talk” with Yuri
  • He insist they should teach Yuri how to use condoms by practicing on bananas
  • Otabek has to come too
  • So both of them sit on the couch while Viktor shows them and tells them all they need to know and Yuuri is like "I’m going on a walk with Makkachin”
  • And then Yurio - bored expression on his face- says “you know we did it multiple times, right?”
  • Viktor’s expression is scandalized and terrified at the same time
  • He looks at Otabek and he only shruggs his shoulders
  • Then Yuuri would get back and absolutely scandalized Viktor would tell him all this and Yuuri would pat his shoulder and say “they are dating for four years. What were you thinking they do?”
Our Song

Tokyo Ghoul Idol AU 

Summary: Hinami is a normal college student leading a normal, happy life. Ayato is an idol drowning in fame and fortune who suffers from sleepless nights and unforgettable nightmares. They meet through a variety show that gives Hinami the chance to sing with him. Initially bitter that she wasn’t given the chance to sing with her bias, Kaneki, Hinami starts to warm up to Ayato and sees the real person beyond the sexy bad boy he appears to be onstage. (Relationships: Ayahina + Kirishima family)

A/N: It’s finally here! I hope this turns out as well as I imagine it to be in my head. Please do reblog this if you enjoyed it! It will really mean a lot to me if you do. I know I’ve said this before but also, special thanks to @breakfast-at-anteiku​ for helping me out a lot with this. She’s played a big role in building this world along with him. Check out her blog for beautiful art!

Index: Masterpost Information sheet | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Hinami’s given a chance to sing with an idol on national television during a variety show. She’s nervous and worried that she’ll make a fool of herself. And to make matters worse, the person who’ll be onstage with her is none other than Kirishima Ayato, the main dancer and rapper of the idol group Goat. Guys like him are always never a good thing, right? (3.3k words) 

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  • Hoseok and Taehyung were smiling away at the camera, doing a VLIVE for the fans. Although they seem to have a lot of energy, Jungkook is just kind of out of it, sitting quietly in the back on his phone.
  • He has a weird expression on his face, and his hand is unconsciously clenched around the pen he is holding.
  • Hoseok and Taehyung are getting a little bored so they turn to Jungkook will playful smirks. Their eyes fall on something outside of the camera, and then the brandish it with an ‘AHA’.
  • Still Jungkook doesn’t notice them, as they flick through the pages. They show some to the fans, but their fingers halt once they turn one page, and they just stare down at it.
  • “I wonder who this is,” mutters Taehyung, eyes fixed.
  • “Wait there’s a name, look,” Hoseok’s finger points to something. “Wah it’s Jiminie!”
  • Jungkook looks up at them slightly alarmed as soon as they say ‘Jiminie’, eyes darting to the book in their hands. His phone is quickly discarded, and he’s on his feet snatching the book away.
  • There’s an odd fear in his eyes, and the two rush to try and apologize. His knuckles are white and his hands shake too much. He tries to get out of the frame, run away from what just happened, but the book slips from his hands.
  • There’s a deafening silence, and Jungkook tries again to pick up the book. As he grips it to his chest, his one hope is that the camera didn’t catch his drawing. But luck wasn’t on his side, and the comments blew up.

BTS FanChat #1

SwaggySugaDADDY: if nobody else gonna say it, then i will


dancemonie: may you please catch me up, because i’m still not even sure what happened last time

Hobi-Hope: Jungkook drew a picture of whoever this ‘Jiminie’ person is and Taehyung and Hoseok accidently reveal it on VLIVE. Jungkook looked really freaked out, and definitely didn’t want the drawing to be shown, and when it was he immediately left the VLIVE.

mrs.seokjin: i didn’t thank you last time, but thanks for always clarifying. You’re like my own personal google. YOU’RE MY HOPE HOBI

Hobi-Hope: you’re welcome ^W^

tonguetechnology: but guys do you know what this means?



chOngJojUnbAlsa: i really want to know what is happening between jungkook and jiminie. WHO IS THIS MYSTERIOUS CREATURE

StuffInfiresMe: if he looks anything like what jk drew, then i say that he is freaking beautiful


mrs.seokjin: idk tho. I mean we don’t even know what happened between them. And jungkook looked really sad

chOngJojUnbAlsa: same, i really wanted to give him a hug


tonguetechnology: maybe it will all work itself out


dancemonie: why do you always talk in caps?


tonguetechnology: i know that we’re all really interested to find out who it is, but maybe we really should lay off. I don’t know if you guys saw, but there were these two people tweeting death threats to jiminie, and i don’t want to invade bts’ privacy like they were. Maybe this isn’t any of our business.

StuffInfiresMe: that’s so sad. how can people be so mean to a stranger?



dancemonie: does she even have a wife and kids?

tonguetechnology: who knows

VKOOKIE @doyouknowvkook

Can we all talk about the shit that just went down in VLIVE that was supposed to be full of my beautiful VKOOK moments but was ruined?

Kookie + Tae @sidehoe4yoongay



Preference #11 - He Includes You in His Future


If there was one thing you’d learned while dating Harry, it was that he didn’t like feeling like a ‘famous’ person. He never wanted or asked for preferential treatment, and he hated it when people told him he couldn’t do a certain activity as it would be too ‘dangerous’. From a pure pragmatic point of view, you’d told Harry that if he wanted to replace his kitchen appliances, he should just order them online and have them delivered at his house, or yours if privacy was an issue. However, he’d stubbornly refused and instead had dragged you to London’s city center to shop. “Don’t you think it’s so much better to see them in real life than just a photo?” You couldn’t help but snort, as you were pretty sure many fans of his would say the exact same thing about him and his bandmates. He shot you a feigned irritated look, knowing what had made you laugh, before replacing it with a dimpled smile. ‘Yes, so much better,’ you said, hating yourself for being absolutely inadequate when it came to denying a dimpled Harry anything. “Hmm, what do you think of this one?” He motioned towards a coffee machine, making you frown in confusion. ‘Babe, you don’t even drink coffee, why would you spend…. 500 pounds?! No way, I’m not going to let you spend 500 pounds on a coffee machine you’ll never use!’ You said, horrified at Harry’s sudden interest in the machine. He didn’t seem swayed by your argument, and instead started flipping through the user’s guide that was lying next to it. “Says here it was voted the best in its category of appliances, do you reckon it’d make a good cup of coffee? Even has a grinder, so it’s all fresh. You always say that’s the best right?” His green eyes focused back on you curiously, as you let out a defeated sigh, before nodding. ‘Yeah, it is. And this is the best brand, also use it at my favorite coffee place. Still, you don’t need it.’ “You drink coffee,” was all Harry pointed out, and suddenly realization seeped in as to what he meant. You were probably gaping like a fish, because he grinned, and then pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “I hope that’s a yes to you drinking some more coffee at my place in the future.”


You couldn’t help but smile at Liam’s fond expression while he was skyping with his mother and sisters. It was obvious he really was a family kind of guy, and missed them all terribly. The sentiment was definitely reciprocated, judging by the tearful face of his mum on the screen. While Liam had popped into his bedroom to answer the skype call, you’d busied yourself with continuing to watch the tv-show, but that had become boring quite quickly. So instead, you’d focused on folding Liam’s laundry that was still in a hamper in his living room and had really only meant to quickly bring it into his bedroom, rather than hover awkwardly by the door when you’d seen both Liam and his family on the small screen of his laptop.  “Are you letting poor [Y/N] do your laundry?” Liam’s head whipped around to face me, and he let out a laugh at my stricken face. ‘No, no! I was just feeling restless, so –’ you started, but Karen wasn’t even listening. “Liam that is not how I raised you, you’re almost 24.” He rolled his eyes and reached out to wrap his hand around your wrist, tugging you closer until you were draped over his lap. ‘Can we talk about my birthday, rather than who does my laundry? Which is actually usually me, mum,’ Liam said pointedly, his nose nuzzling into your neck. Liam was never shy when it came to PDA, which had come as a welcome surprise to you, squeezing the hand that was wrapped around your waist affectionately in response. ‘So, I was thinking that maybe we’d drive to Wolverhampton for the weekend – [Y/N] has an exam on Friday so we’d be coming from Birmingham.’ Liam started discussing his birthday plans, while you were too busy staring at him with obvious surprise. You hadn’t even talked about his birthday, because it was still months away and yet here Liam was including you into the festivities, even wanting you there celebrating with his family. A big smile spread onto your face as you realized he saw you in his future, just like you saw him in yours.


“No, no that won’t work,” Louis muttered into the receiver, rolling his eyes at you as he let himself fall back on the bed. What was supposed to be a nice holiday, including no one else but you and Louis, had turned into a ménage a trois with Louis’ phone. You still smiled at his own annoyance with the situation, and climbed onto the bed to snuggle into his side, fingers trailing over his chest, tracing the outlines of his tattoos. His hand absentmindedly started stroking your hair, but then another groan escaped him – apparently frustrated with whatever he was being told, and reached up to pinch his nose. “Look, if you don’t even know what the hell you’re saying then don’t bother me until you’ve got it figured out yeah? I’m on holiday, for God’s sake,” he was getting more and more blunt and you felt a little bit sorry for the person on the receiving end of Louis’ snarls. “Yeah, alright. Fine. Okay. Bye.” Just like that, his attention was back on you, smiling tiredly as he regarded your expression, and stuck out his tongue at your frowned eyebrows. ‘You should be nicer,’ you admonished him lightly, flicking his nose. He looked affronted, then smirked mischievously. “They’re calling me on the one holiday I get to have with you in 6 months, they know me well enough to expect some bullying.” ‘Still,’ you insisted, and he sighed dramatically before reaching around to pull you even closer into his body, to which you hummed happily into his neck. “I guess I could try, but only for you.” You smiled, but remained quiet as Louis pressed his lips to yours. “They want me to fly out to LA for a bit, in May. But then’s your birthday so either I’m here or you could come with me if you want? I just really, really want to spend it with you, so that’s why I’m a bit agitated when it comes to them,” he suddenly added, eyes fleetingly leaving your face as his phone lit up with a new message. You felt overwhelmed and awed at his sudden confession, and the implications of it. ‘Lou,’ you started, ‘that’s like, 7 months from now.’ He smiled softly then, before leaning in to give you an eskimo kiss. “And we’ll still be together then. I love you, yeah? Love you today, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year.” You grinned brightly back at him, fluttering your eyelashes as you spoke, ‘and the year after that?’ Louis chuckled in response, but indulged you by nodding anyway, “ánd the year after that.”


You giggled as you took another snapshot of Niall trying to teach Theo how to play the guitar properly. If anything, it was clear that his nephew had not inherited any musical traits by the way he kept doing everything wrong and generally not paying attention to the guitar anyway. Theo loved coloring, and art, and had even tried to sketch on Niall’s favourite wooden guitar that he’d left on the sofa. Rookie mistake. You’d even warned him that it would happen, but Niall’d shrugged once he’d plopped down next to you in bed, saying that he was too lazy to get up again. “Okay, you know what, I think it’s time for lunch,” you offered as an escape for both Theo and Niall. So maybe the Horans weren’t all that into guitars, but they sure did share the same healthy appetite. ‘LUNCH’ Theo screamed, before running over to the table where you’d already sat down some sandwiches for him and Niall. “Hey Theo, wanna paint afterwards? Maybe make something nice for mummy and daddy?” You suggested, to which he nodded excitedly. Niall smiled at the interaction between the two of you, before pressing a kiss to your cheek and starting on some new song he’d been working on lately. It wasn’t until after Denise had picked up Theo, painting in tow, that Niall suddenly hugged you close to him. “Sorry we didn’t get to spend the day together, I forgot I promised to babysit,” he apologized, to which you couldn’t help but laugh. ‘Did I look like I didn’t enjoy it? Because I did, he’s adorable,’ you mused, slowly swaying side to side now – right in the middle of Niall’s living room. “I bet you our kids will be even more adorable,” he said airily, as if it was no big deal to bring up the possibility of having  children together just like that. However, not wanting to suddenly turn the sweet moment you were having into a deep conversation, you just smirked. ‘Babe, that’s not a bet, that’s a given. Theo is cute, but we’re cute squared.’ He let out a loud laugh at that, shaking his head, “I hope they won’t inherit your awful sense of humour.” You frowned, pouting, ‘you’re supposed to love everything about me – and I always make you laugh!’ Again, Niall laughed, before shifting his gaze so he was staring into your eyes, “I do, [Y/N], but imagine them having your jokes and my laugh - we wouldn’t survive.”


It wasn’t as if Zayn’s family was particularly overwhelming, or loud – but you couldn’t help but feel a bit as an intruder when Zayn had taken you with him and his oldest sister Doniya had announced her engagement. Of course you were beyond excited for her, having met her fiancé on various occasions, but you and Zayn had only been a couple for about 7 months, so it felt far too intimate and…surreal being there. You weren’t sure how Zayn had experienced the whole ordeal, and you wondered if it’d make for an awkward topic of conversation. However, you knew you had to address it, even if it would dampen the mood of the two of you visiting his parents. You were cuddling on the couch late at night and everyone had already gone to bed, when you brought it up. “So, that was quite a surprise, wasn’t it?” You asked, prompting the conversation subtly – or so you hoped. Zayn smirked and turned his head to look over at you, eyes shining with mirth as if he knew exactly what you were trying to do. ‘It was a surprise, a very nice one though. She deserves to be happy.’ Okay, so he wasn’t just going to give you what you wanted to hear, making you huff in frustration. “So, you didn’t think – like, I mean – it wasn’t weird that she told you, her family, and that I was there too? I just felt out of place, like I was invading the moment or something.” He shook his head, pressing his tongue to his teeth as he let out a genuine laugh, before quickly leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. ‘Babe, they’re all asking when we’ll be next. I happen to think that [Y/N] Malik sounds very nice as well. You’re family too. Even though it’s not official just yet.’ His words made you gasp, slapping his arm to express your shock. “Zayn! You can’t just say that to me.” ‘Course I can, just did.’ He said, to which you let out another affronted sound which soon dissolved into happy giggles. ‘But I guess I should wait with telling you my sister wants you to help when she’s picking her dress,’ he added casually, giving you another heart attack. “Stop.” He laughed, shook his head and pinned you to the couch halfheartedly, ‘nope. You’re a part of my family now, you better get used to it love.’ 

I’m Not Cheating

Originally posted by parkjaebums

You’ve never seen Hyukwoo so mad as he was right now. His eyes were shooting daggers at you and he was gritting his teeth as he blocked you from entering Jay’s office.

“You can’t see him,” he hissed at you.

Until now you never realized how tall he was nor how wide his shoulders were for you could barely see the interior of Jay’s office through the small window on the door.

You adjusted the straps of your backpack and looked around to ask for help from the people who were watching you being barricaded by the usually gentle Hyukwoo, but they had such severe expressions on their faces and you felt scared for moment.

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llorstel  asked:

dude you know when you wrote Paladin Zarkon attacking Alfor and Coran steps in to try to deflect it and ends up getting gravely injured. Now i'm just imagining the exact same scenario repeating with present Zarkon about to strike Allura and Coran again stepping in, but this time successfully blocking the attack and he's like 'not this time!' and Zarkons just shocked.

Oho. Ohohohoho.

It was pure reactive instinct. Right foot forward, right arm sweep to generate shield. He’d even had to stop his left hand from automatically going for a pistol he’d already lost in the fight and instead using it as a second brace to hold the shield steady against the impact.

He’d done this before.

They’d done this before.

The scar across his neck, shoulder, and chest throbbed in memory.

But this time was different.

A huge yawn bubbled in the back of his throat, but he swallowed it down. In her crib-nest, Thatchia made a sleepy inquisitive murmur, but he shushed her. “You don’t need to worry about this,” he soothed, and she muttered and murred before curling up back to sleep.

In his lap, his shield generator sparked as he continued prodding its guts with the tools, fiddling with its output until the numbers on the calibration counter he had attached to the the eye met his satisfaction. The new energy crystals he’d picked up during their stop on Cerensi were certainly looking like an improvement. 

If they’d known about these before…

Coran shook his head and snapped the generator’s casings shut before he began putting his tools away. That kind of thinking never helped anyone. 

What mattered was whether the energy crystals would be able to help them now.

The initially satisfying look of surprise on Zarkon’s face when the shield held gave way to cold rage, and Coran realized they were still very much in trouble. “Your Highness, run!”

“Are you insane?! I’m not going to leave y-”

Don’t be an idiot, run!”  Coran snapped. Startled by the venom in his voice, Allura blinked at him with an expression that in any other circumstance would have had him immediately apologizing. He didn’t know what was going to give first as Zarkon bore down, intent on getting through one way or another, but he knew one of them wasn’t going to hold out much longer. “Now!”

Allura backed up a step, then vanished around the corner just as the Black Bayard’s blade made a hideous screech against his particle shield before skidding off of it, lancing through the floor. Coran buckled to his knees, the shield flickering, before shattering and vanishing.

“Tch. You’ve learned some new tricks,” Zarkon growled.

“Not out of ‘em yet,” Coran said, trying to get the other controls under his glove to respond.

“We’ll see,” the Galran rumbled, then the bayard blade warped to a pike-like shape before he lunged.

akanojikan  asked:

What would be the lords' (and some NPC) reaction when they first saw a horror movie with MC? ^^

Nobunaga would act big and tease __ whenever she startles. He would also make comments on how he would easily fight them all and chuckle everytime __ is scared, pretending not to understand the reason for it. However he couldn’t go to the bathroom alone for several days after having watched it and would be somehow more jumpy than usual.

Mitsuhide would offer her to hold her in his arms before the movie even started. He would be often shocked by the content of the film, but certainly not scared. Whenever __ would startle he would hold her tighter, assuring to be always there to protect her and that there was no reason for her to be afraid.

Yukimura would be scared and wouldn’t even try to hide it. He would jump and also scream occasionally, either throwing a nearby pillow in the air or embracing __ reflexively. But once he would see that she is scared, too, he would come to his senses for some minutes and it wouldn’t take long for __ to actually forget about the film and watch Yukimura instead while laughing.

“Are we scared already?”
“What about now?”
This would go on for a while. __ would deny to be afraid, just not to give Saizo the pleasure to tease her about it. Saizo for his part would just watch the screen with a pokerface, but __ startling wouldn’t escape his notice. To her amazement he wouldn’t say anything but just pull her in his embrace.

Masamune would have a serious expression on his face and wouldn’t even startle in the scariest scenes.
This would not change till the last minute of the film and when __ asked him if he wasn’t even scared a bit, he would negate the question. “But let’s watch something other than horror next time.”

Kojuro wouldn’t be scared at all, but would love to spend such an evening with his precious girl. He would happily watch it with her while holding her in his arms, but once he notices that __ is actually scared, he would offer to watch something else. “Guess we will be sleeping together tonight, won’t we?”

Hideyoshi would be extremely amused. Not only because of the movie, but also because of __’s reactions. He would love it when she would snuggle up to him and embrace him tighter whenever she startles, but would not feel good when she is truly scared. “Hey, I’m here so don’t be afraid, ok?”

A horror film isn’t something that would scare Toshiie. He would rather just shout and be totally angry because of the weak protagonists. He would also keep saying things like that he would love to fight them and that they should try him. “Inuchiyo, stop bragging!”

Ieyasu wouldn’t be scared because he would be on the antagonists’ side. He would even laugh at brutal scenes, but what would make him laugh the most would be __’s reactions. However this would stop once she would hold onto him tightly. He would stiffen immediately and frown at first, but would soon relax. Despite complaining, he wouldn’t shake her off and watch the rest of the movie in silence.

Toramatsu’s eyes would go wide whenever something really scary happens, but he wouldn’t be frightened. Once he notices that __ is actually quite afraid, he would make sure to talk to her often during the film to remind her of the fact that he is at her side.

Mitsunari would keep complaining about the choices the characters make and chuckle gleefully when they have to regret them. Once he notices that __ looks scared or when she would admit it, he would frown. “Don’t be stupid,this is just a movie!”

Kenshin would have this kind smile on his face during the whole movie. He wouldn’t start even once and would make sure __ doesn’t either as he would hold her in his arms tightly, stroking her hair. After having watched it, he would still often make references to the movie when something happens that would remind him of it.

Kageie would look quite bored with his arm on the backrest of the sofa. He would keep sighing especially when something happens that he had expected all along or something he finds really dumb. “All that’s nonsense.”

Kagetsugu’s expression wouldn’t change during the movie and you could tell that he isn’t really impressed. He wouldn’t talk to __ about it and would also say nothing if she was afraid. However after they have watched it, he would accompany her everywhere for several days and wouldn’t let her alone without her having to ask for it.

Shingen would be amused by horror movies. He would be quiet while watching it and would have a satisfied grin on his face. “Are you scared? There is no reason to,as long as you stay by my side.”

Darby in the Pilot

Okay, so @yeoldeshipper and I have mentioned the idea of “shadow characters”. Basically it’s the concept that extras or minor characters are used in such a way on screen in order to tell us something about the main characters (that we might not necessarily see directly in that moment with the main characters). I guess technically it started with my GM Friendship rebel theory (link here), although I didn’t necessarily call him a shadow character at the time. Since then, we’ve also pointed out the “Maya waitress” in New World (link), Blonde Rose Girl in Father (link), and White Hat Cowboy in Texas 2 (link).

So I was rewatching the pilot. And it had me wondering if Darby is also a shadow character (at least in this episode). For starters, this is the pilot, so the extras had less definition than they do now (I think Darby and Sarah are the only two classmates in the pilot that are still extras on the show now), so Darby being a shadow character in the pilot is a bit more plausible than if they used her now. This might be a bit of a crack theory, but I’ll just throw it out here anyway.

1. Lucas enters for the first time (see above), right after Cory says “bad things happen when you don’t know who you are” (I see you writers…but anyway)

2. Lucas is in the process of entering. We get a shot of Maya (well just the back of her head), Riley, and Darby. Interestingly, we don’t get the girl in front of Darby. The only extra in the shot is Darby (and look how well she lines up with Maya). Maya is already facing Lucas like the second she hears the door open. (Despite the caption, this is just before Riley actually says subway boy). If we’re going with Darby as a shadow character for Maya, then Maya hasn’t processed who Lucas is yet (hence Darby still looking kind of bored). Riley hasn’t turned yet either.

3. Riley turns around and excitedly realizes it’s subway boy. Maya is still staring at Lucas (and doesn’t respond to Riley interesting enough). Darby’s staring too (with her facial expression of “omg”). I’m assuming by this point Maya realizes who Lucas is.

4. Riley’s excited about ‘subway boy’ and Maya turns a little to face her. Darby, however, is still continuing to stare at Lucas like omg. Interesting how we continue to get this angle of Riley, Darby, and only the back of Maya’s head (her face has not been shown once since Lucas entered).

5. Lucas introduces himself. We get a glimpse of happy Riley and “OMG” Darby. Still no shot of Maya. The way Darby looks at him has also changed. Initially it was more in shock/surprise, now it’s more of “omg he’s cute”.

6. Cory and Lucas talk. And I just wanted to add this in here because when we see the other extra girls (like the one in the photo above), even though they look at Lucas, it’s not like how Darby does. The girl above looks curiously for a few seconds, but that’s it. Then she goes back to whatever she was doing. Darby, however, stares at Lucas for a legitimate 15 seconds with her “omg” expression (and we don’t see Maya’s face at all during this, though we do get glimpses of Riley).

7, Cory tells him to take a seat. We get the back of their heads. Maya is initially turned towards him but she looks away after he walks by.

8. Then we get the shot of Riley staring all giddy at him. Darby is STILL looking at him like omg. She stares at him like this for literally 20 seconds straight (yes I checked…). There’s just no way this is anything but intentional. No background actors have accidental 20 second reactions like this that make the final cut.

Anyway, Riley’s all giddy. Darby’s still like OMG. Cory turns Riley’s head around and tells the class to turn to pg 48. It’s only then that does Darby turn away (and rather abruptly). And we STILL haven’t had Maya’s face in the shot yet.

9. Cory starts to talk about “tonight’s assignment” and only then do we finally get a glimpse of the front of Maya. And this is her expression (above). Peaches looks kinda sad.  And this is a good 5-10 seconds before she goes on her no homework crusade.

I just think it is so bizarre that we do not see Maya’s face for 1 minute and 10 seconds (yes I also checked that). We get the back of her head but no facial expressions during that time. Yet we see ALL of Darby’s facial reactions and plenty of Riley’s. Maya also doesn’t even say anything in those minute and ten seconds! The writers seem to like using background characters to telegraph things, so what if Darby is meant to telegraph Maya’s POV? If Maya’s liked Lucas this whole time, then Darby’s reactions would fit. Darby initially looks more shocked than anything (and I’m sure Maya is shocked to see a guy she saw on the subway again since there’s a bazillion people in NYC and the chances are slim). Then her shock turns into “omg you’re cute” (which would fit with Maya thinking Lucas is cute). And when Darby finally turns away, it’s kind of abrupt, like she’s snapping herself out of it (which also fits with Maya).

What do you guys think? (and do you think the show is sitting on some camera angles that do have Maya’s face in it….maybe for the revised flashback?)

anonymous asked:

Here's a Hinanami prompt: Nanami finally meets Hinata after waiting for so long... as Izuru. She recognize him, and ask him to play with her just like always. Not in despair yet, Izuru agrees to play with Nanami because he's curious, only to win every game and declare it boring. Thus Nanami brings a different game everyday to keep Izuru entertained even though she always lose...

A/N Here’s an angstier version and here are other hinanami prompts

And thank you because this has a more lighthearted twist

Player 2.0 version Izuru - hinanami

Nanami has her Player Two again except he isn’t quite the same anymore.

She waits everday at that fountain for Hinata.

Then one day, Izuru comes instead.

The two are nothing alike but somehow Nanami knows. She knows that the two are the same person but also not quite. When Izuru first showed up, she dismissed him. After all, they were just two strangers with no reason to talk to each other in the first place. So she continued to play her games as she waited yet again for her friend. But then he showed up the next day too. And the day after that. And all the other days after that. He came there every day just like her and just stared distantly, almost as if he was waiting for someone too.

So when Izuru came to the fountain again the following week, she just had to ask him.

“What are you doing here?” Nanami politely questioned him.

To which he just stared blankly at her.

“I’m not sure.” Izuru replied stoically. “Perhaps waiting for something interesting to happen.”

Nanami is waiting for Hinata. Izuru is waiting for something.

So they started waiting together ever since then.

“Ah, you won again.” Nanami said as the game over flashed on her screen.

“Yes, again.” Izuru commented flatly. “How boring.”

Somehow they ended up meeting each other instead every day. And Nanami would always bring a different game with her as she tried hard to win against him. Izuru has nothing else to do so he ends up agreeing to play with her even though the outcome is always the same, always predictable, always boring.

“Another lost.” Nanami pointed out as she stretched. The console covered her face so it was impossible to see what kind of expression she was making as she softly spoke her thoughts, “Somehow it feels weird now that our positions have changed.”

She briefly wondered if this was what Hinata felt like since he always lost against her.

Izuru’s eyes drifted towards her briefly in calculating scrutiny and then back towards his console. His voice was cold and emotionless as always. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve always won.”

She also wondered if Hinata still felt anything anymore.

“I guess you’re right. You wouldn’t know that.” She forlornly noted. Of course he wouldn’t know. He didn’t even remember her.

This wasn’t Hinata anymore. This was Izuru.

But even so.

Sounds filled their silence as they played another round.

“Hey, Kamukura. Are you having fun?” Nanami asked all of a sudden.

“What ever gave you that idea?” Izuru deadpanned.

“So it’s a no then.” She pouted.

He grunted. “Obviously.”

Nanami abruptly paused the game which took Izuru by mild surprise.

When he turned to look at her, she was smiling gently at him.

She took a deep breath and softly said, “I just wanted you to know that I’m having fun. But it’s no good if it’s just me. I want you to have fun too.” 

He skeptically raised his eyebrows at her. “Why?”

“Because we’re friends.” She smiled tenderly at him and then placed her hand over her chest. “That’s why…”

That’s why we should make more wonderful memories together.

New memories which both of us remembers.

Is what she thought but instead she said, “We should play together more. Maybe we’ll find a game where you’ll have fun…probably.“ She held out her other hand as she offered, “So until then, let’s just keep meeting like this and do our best together. Is that okay with you?”

A long silence passed between them and she worried that he’d turn her down.

But her hopes were answered.

“…Do whatever you want.” Izuru stoically conceded as he took her hand.

His hand felt warm and safe and just like Hinata’s.

“Thank you, Izuru.” For the first time in a long while, she smiled so earnestly, so brightly, so hopefully. “I really look forward to having more fun with you.”

“Try not to bore me too much.” He replied, still not letting go of her hand.

Nanami has her Player Two again and this time, she won’t lose him again.

“Let’s play lots and lots of game together, okay?” 

140727] Fanaccount: BTS Showcase in Berlin – RWeL8? – High5 Event pt. 2

Again, I’m sorry for the language~

Find the first part over here~


As soon as the boys were done with the encore and left the stage the staff told those who had a high5 ticket to stay in the hall, while the others had to leave. I was really thirsty so I bought myself something to drink at the bar before we were sent outside for about 5-10 minutes so the staff could bring in tables and we could queue up again.

Everything went really quickly from then on. Again everyone behaved well and no one was pushing or cutting in line. So proud of you guys ;A;


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yall idk but i started crying like 4 times today because I was looking at sehun……….like………im getting so emotional idk… like I just thougt about a few little things,,, like his expression seems rather annoyed but you just can see that hes really trying,, especially that one video where yixings like all hyper around him and sehuns like starting to look a little more attentive and trying to control his facial expression to not seem like cold(?) like im crying again i just want him to know that I know hes not bored or annoyed like hes (at least thats what I think) just not that good at showing his emotions (+ his ‘resting bitch face’) and it makes me so sad seeing ppl talk shit about him saying stuff like ‘he doesnt care’ or ‘hes annoyed’ nd like,,, I do that sometimes too with my memes but I still know its just his expression like I said it just makes me sad that people actually think he rlly just doesnt care when u can see (if u try to kind of analyse his actions/body lenguage) especially in videos that he really is trying his best and im so emo atm I love sehun so much hes an angel I hope he knows that

Nico didn’t really enter the commons too often. It was fairly smelling, extremely depressing, and he got very negative vibes with the people he met there. Still, what kind of associate would he be if he didn’t offer the assets hope for n escape. This time, he was looking for someone to party with (how is that any different from any other time? Don’t ask.) Some who looked like they’d have a good time, but not be too out of control. He smiled when his eyes landed on a familiar face. Their downtrodden expression belayed the potential the man saw. 

“Hey, you! You look bored.” He motioned for the other to come over to him.



AoKaga Month - Day 16/Prompt 16 - Scent
Word Count: 3868
Author Notes: First, I love this fic. Writing it made me incredibly happy and I re-read it a lot of times I just– love this fic. I hope you like it as well! Second, it’s about flowers! Some of the flowers mentioned in here (you’ll understand which when you read) are important for their meaning. I put the meanings as a post-fic note, but I’d love it if you guys could first read the fic and then check what the flowers ment - I’m asking you this because in the fic Kagami doesn’t know what the flowers mean, and it gives more to the reading if you don’t as well. But, I mean, do as you please!


The first time Kagami had found his way around the shop, it had been on Alex’s request.

“They had some very pretty geraniums this morning, the yellow ones! I asked them to put some away under the name Garcia, could you go and pick them up for me? They’re already paid for!”

The shop was on the road he used to get back home, so Kagami didn’t really mind. It was just about going inside, taking the flowers and going back out.

It would only take a couple of minutes top.

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Sulli and f(x)

So SME just announced that Sulli will be taking a break from f(x) due to netizens being their usual (shitty) selves.

Super duper unpopular opinion but I’m kind of glad. 

I’ve been a fan of f(x) for probably three years, and in that time, I’ve noticed consistently a lack of effort or caring on Sulli’s part. For the first few stages after they release a new song, she does a halfway decent job, but then after that, you can tell she stops trying. Many times, she doesn’t fully do the choreography, or has the most bored expression on her face. That’s why I’ve been a firm believer that f(x) would be better off without her. I still think she’s good, and could certainly move on to be an actor. I can just tell she’s miserable in f(x), and as a result, she brings them down. I’d rather her do something she wants to do, and shine in it.

SB: well, I’m saying she’s not good in f(x). I’m pretty sure most people disagree and would get pretty butthurt with this.