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⊙ — pairing: ot7 x reader ⊙ — genre: hybrid au, fluff, comfort, found family, ac inspired ⊙ — wc: 13.8k+ ⊙ — warnings: oc has an almost/light anxiety attack towards the end. there is no explicitly mentioned trigger and it isn’t dwelled on for long, but better to let u guys know! ⊙ — notes: here it is! it’s soft, and warm, and I hope that it can be something to cheer up a little bit those who aren’t having such a good day. i love u all, and I hope you like this piece :) to the commissioner, thank you for allowing me to write this and I truly hope it helps you feel even just a little bit better! <3
Moving to this island whose inhabitants are mostly hybrids was a bit of an impulse decision, something you did with empty pockets barely a cent to your name. Thanks to the kindness of the island’s ‘mayor’ you have a place to stay, the last spare room in a sharehouse with seven hybrids, and for three months he will pay your rent in exchange for you to work in his shop until you are back on your feet. It’s a sweet deal, but when you begin to get along better than expected with your housemates and the deadline for your departure looms ever closer, you’re not sure you’re going to be able to make yourself leave when the time comes.
— posted; 06.09.2020 | masterlist
“So in exchange for three months paid stay on the island while you get back on your feet, you will work part-time at the Rabbits Den three days a week, and man the desk in the Resident Services Building on Sundays. Is that okay to you?”
You nod eagerly, the ordeal seeming too good to be true and something you’re afraid will be retracted if you don’t act with haste. Mr Bang returns your motion with a little less fervour, the same kind look never leaving his face.
“Perfect, it’s settled then! We’re glad to have you with us, y/n.”
Something lifts from your chest in that moment, as though you’d been walking beneath the cover of a lead blanket and it has finally slipped from your shoulders. You feel a little breathless, and you know the grin that slips onto your face is stupidly wide. Embarrassingly, you feel salty pricks at the corner of your eyes.
“Thank you so much,” you say, and you mean it. It hadn’t exactly been a well thought out plan, moving here with nothing to your name but your most basic possessions, but you’d just needed to escape and start anew and this… this had been the first opportunity you’d seen. The best opportunity you’d seen. “Really, thank you.”
“You’re more than welcome, young lady.” Mr Bang’s expression grows even softer, if possible. “This is a place people come to find refuge, and happiness. You’re welcome here.”
You clear your throat, turning your head to the side and pretending that you need to cough so he doesn’t see the tear that slips out. You have a feeling he knows, though, as you turn back and find him smiling at you, floppy rabbit ears framing his round face. He reaches out, patting you on the shoulder.
“Now, lets find you a room for the night. I’ll send word to the house I have in mind and make sure they have it nice and tidy before your arrival tomorrow. Sound good?”
It hits you only now how tired you are, more emotionally exhausted than anything, and nod while allowing him to lead you down the hall. That does sound good, actually. That sounds amazing.
O – O – O
You’d arrived on this island in the early hours of the morning yesterday, the late-night ferry the only one that runs to this island on the outskirts of the archipelago. It’s likely due to the fact that the captain is a nocturnal hybrid, and hence prefers to run his business under the cover of night. You hadn’t been able to sleep on the trip over, so when Mr Bang had shown you to the room he was happy to lend you for the night, despite it being barely ten o’clock in the morning you’d passed out the second your head hit the pillow. It was more of a nap than anything, but you suspect that the events of the past few months all caught up to you at once because you woke only for dinner and then fell asleep once more. Mr Bang offered no judgement, and simply left a note instructing you where the bathroom is and where you could find towels so that you could freshen up once you awoke. He also left you a coffee bun in a container, since you’d missed the afternoon tea he held the day before.
You hadn’t even been on this island a day and already the kindness of one of the residents was almost bringing you to tears.
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So for years black girls have had to read fanfics where y/n was automatically described as being paled skinned with long flowing hair and blue eyes. We couldn’t relate to it exactly, it excluded us, it ignored us. But we read it cause it was all that was out there. Now when we start writing fanfics for other black girls to feel included and represented, now you all are saying that you ‘‘can’t relate to it” therefore don’t support black writers when we were supporting your work all those years even though you were acting like we don’t exist within these fandoms.
That’s why my blog is for the culture ALWAYS
It’s incredibly frustrating because I’ll be reading about the characters turning shades of pink and I’m like. I don’t turn pink. Black people don’t blush. If this is suppose to be reader insert why the hell is it saying that? I don’t have blue eyes or flowing hair? The actual heck.
Bruh don’t get me started, we’ve come a long way but why are ppl complaining when we got something to ourselves? Jeez. You have trillions of stuff, let us have our own.
Ways to describe a gender neutral, ethnicity-neutral character:
Blush = cheeks/face heating up
Describe how skin feels instead of how it looks
Hair being soft instead of long/flowing/silky
Maybe don’t even describe hair. Running one’s fingers through it doesn’t require a length or texture.
Why are we describing an insert’s eye color anyway? “I’ve always loved the color of your eyes.” There you go.
It’s so easy to have characters admire someone without relying on their appearance.
If you can’t, then maybe you’re not as good a writer as you think you are.
@hollyhomburg This is why I appreciate the fact that you write in a way that’s able to be enjoyed by people w/ a wide variety of body types/hair types/skin colors💖💕
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namjoon mixtape: i read poetry and go stargazing. what is time? what is existence? the moon is very pretty. i hope she’s having a good day. time to drink tea by the fire and think my thoughts.
hoseok’s mixtape: my ass is fat 🍑😜 but my heart? ❤️🤔 it’s fatter 🥰✨🌈
yoongi’s mixtape: i will personally Kill God
(Tw: suicide, depression,mentions of illness/general themes of watching your loved ones die)
min yoongi is born with the ability to see how long left someone has to live, he’s 22 when he meets a boy who looks like sunshine and sounds like a melody, and Yoongi Dosent know why or how but if the timer that hangs above his head is right- he’s going to die in three months.
yoongi can barely ask for his name when he sees his timer- stuttering. wonders why and how this person is going to die. someone so happy- someone so light in a dark world should live.
Yoongi knows it’s foolish to get close to someone whose going to die- but he can’t Not- Hoseok is magnetic and yoongi is quickly falling in love. Wants to figure him out and help him if he can. Yoongi has pulled more than one person out from front of a moving bus before. Being able to see the timers is a blessing and a curse.
Hoseok is not as happy as everyone thinks.
Hoseok has long since stopped trying to get better, to get through his depression, he just wants to enjoy however much time he has left before everything becomes too much. You get what you get and you don’t get upset, and this applies to life and the amount of candy you’re given as a child.
Hoseok is just tired, Hoseok dosent have anything to live for until min yoongi barges into his life and puts a Hault to the plans Hoseok may or may not have to kill himself on the 16th of December. just far enough before Christmas that he won’t feel like he ruined the holiday for his family.
Jung Hoseok is just trying to enjoy his last few days when min yoongi decides he’s going to try and keep his timer from hitting zero.
Yoongi tries- and that’s enough. maybe Hoseok just hasn’t honestly ever had someone try with him, try to figure him out, try to make life just the tinyest bit more bearable. min yoongi breathes life back into Hoseok’s lungs. A month before Hoseok is supposed to die, his counter shoots up by a few weeks, and then more. yoongi has seen timers change before- saw his own mothers drop drastically the day before she died, the day she’d decided she was going to drive her car despite the fact it was making a a weird noise.
Yoongi /knows/ what’s behind his eyes, understands. yoongi sees the timer drop when Yoongi dosent ask Hoseok why he looks tired- when he listens to the younger when he says “it’s nothing- really i’ll be fine!” and tries to put a smile back on his face. but he also sees it go up by a few months when they cuddle on the couch- and again when he Surprises Hoseok with Coffee at work- when he does the countless little other acts of love that hit him so easily- because it’s Hoseok, and he couldn’t not love Hoseok.
one day, Hoseok has a bad day, and Yoongi Dosent let him handle his thoughts on his own. “i can’t help but feel like- i’m not going to make it out of this mess” Yoongi’s breath catches as the timer starts to move down. but he can’t look at the timer, can only look at the face of his love, cheeks soaked with tears after a long day. “I want to help you get better baby- I wanna make you happy” yoongi see’s the counter- still going down. “it’s okay- you don’t have to- we can just forget about what I said, I’ll be okay- i just need to sleep it off,” “no” yoongi sits up- the timer pauses, ticking ominously, “tell me what’s really bothering you- tell me why today was too much- talk to me Seokie- please-”
yoongi begs, and he sees the moment when the timer starts changing again, goes up. and that’s when Hoseok truly starts to cry. “I just- I can’t breathe sometimes. some days it’s like there is this weight on my chest- this pain, and I can’t get rid of it no matter what I do.” it takes a few more talks, therapy, inpatient care for a week. “I’m so honestly scared yoongi- I’m terrified about how much I wanna give up”
and slowly, ever so slowly, Hoseok starts to accumulate years. Hoseok quits his job: Hoseok will live to see 30.
Hoseok and yoongi move in together: Hoseok will live to see 45,
Hoseok gets yoongi to start eating better, and Yoongi’s startled to see Hoseok’s timer go up by that- all the way to 52- and it hurts him to think about what might have happened- what health problem yoongi might have gotten in the future because of his unhealthy habits, and what it also could have done to hoseok.
it ping pongs for a bit in their thirties. Hoseok starts drinking, the timer goes down. yoongi asks him to stop and Hoseoks timer goes back up again.
Yoongi asks him to marry him, and Hoseok’s timer hits a solid 88 and yoongi feels like he’s done his job. looking down at his husband, grey hairs starting to prick like starlight at his hairline, Yoongi revles in the sanctities of holding a Hoseok thats older than he ever could have gotten on his own. yoongi feels a deep and Aching sadness when he thinks about it too hard, looks down at the boy against his chest and aches for the pain he felt- still feels sometimes. But in the last 3 years- yoongi hasn’t seen his timer dip below 75.
“We should wake up” Hoseok grumbles, pressing his face into Yoongi’s collarbone, making no move to escape his embrace. Yoongis arms tighten around him “lets sleep in, we have all the time in the world”
i recently explained how we pick a bts bias based on our struggles, but it’s also important to talk about how a bias shows our potential.
people who bias jungkook are at a point where they aspire to finally feel grounded and energized. they know they can shape their body how they want to: no longer feeling powerless. they live from the inside out and not the outside in, and it is healthy. they commit to their character quirks and humbly wish for lasting peace all around them.
people who bias jimin are at a point where they are no longer closed off from others. no more withholding. vast interpersonal intelligence right here, their capacity of openness and trust is astounding. they tap into emotions very easily. they are capable of giving the greatest affection. it’s plain obvious, they make good lovers.
people who bias taehyung are at a point where they have developed bodily esteem, a sense of right and wrong, and an appreciation for extraordinary things in life. they aren’t satisfied with monotony and thus constantly and naturally go the extra mile which is admirable. beacons of taste, they are all deeply bohemian and nostalgic at heart. they have a way with words and know the worth of leisure.
people who bias hobi are at a point where they are ready to claim how much influence they can have, and it’s a whole lot. guess why hobi stans are scarce: who these days is a powerhouse like that? it wouldn’t make sense to have many leaders and few followers on this planet anyways. hobi stans are the perfect blend of strength and fun: they make good athletes. i mean look at john cena, he’s all of this.
people who bias yoongi are at a point where the question of purpose comes up. nobody bothers to think about their most universally beneficial place in the world this much. here, you get a person of quality and depth without delusion or sophistry. pure sober thought, but it’s also loving and empathetic in ways others only understand much later. yoongi stans are so productive and giving, they don’t even realize.
people who bias jin are at a point where they are about to overcome the psychological rule of other people’s opinions. guess why jin stans are so few and far between. truly doing your own thing makes you a unicorn. these are the people who can become the most upbeat and assured individuals once they embrace their humor. jin stans can show their true colors best. they are always good company.
people who bias namjoon are at a point where they make the last crucial step of spiritual progress and healing. knowing them, they will achieve it. these poets have unreal levels of intelligence that they can convey in elegant ways. you can’t stan rm and keep up with him if your IQ isn’t damn high, too. i’m convinced these people have a master plan for the earth, their ideals are valuable and needed.
Jongdae is really out there with a mind-blowing career, financially stable, healthy mind and personality, drop dead gorgeous, mature and responsible enough for all of us and his fianceé and unborn baby, he set the bar so high D A M N
BRUH I DONT EVEN GO HERE AND IM EXCITED FOR YALL
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today we soft about the fact that Jeon Jungkook grew up in a household where men showed their emotions and talked about them openly, and as a result, he feels comfortable getting teary-eyed and emotional and soft on camera.
Another potentially devastating alternative to that is this intimacy as “vulnerability while still feeling safe” and if that’s true then maybe we make Jungkook feel so safe he can be his soft muscle boy self on camera.
Of Fire and Love
(Dragon! Min Yoongi x Human Reader) (ft. Baby Jungkook + Baby Dragon! Hoseok)
Summary: When Dragon Yoongi finds baby Jungkook in the wreckage of a house he burned down, he can’t bring himself to kill the child. Months after someone drops a baby at your door, you start to notice something- or someone, lurking at the edge of your farm. Why does the man you catch glimpses of have horns?
Tags: sort of medieval times, mentions of death/murder (both humans and dragons, other mentions of magical creatures, baby Jungkook domesticity, fluff, brief sickfic.
W/c: 6.8K
A/n: so here you go, baby dragon hoseok is not in this part- but he is in the next one. I love dragons! and I love yoongi! so yeah! partially inspired by comic i saw with dragon yoongi and knight hoseok so if anyone finds it please let me know!
- Though Yoongi is a Solitary dragon, he still has a fair amount of interaction with the dragon community, so when small settlements go missing, or there is an isolated attack on a nests and others of his kind are in need someone with finesse for fire breathing- Yoongi comes and helps.
- The Human vs. Dragon war is as old as time. And Yoongi is no stranger to the violence- his own family was killed hundreds of years ago by a human raid- though the war has changed since then, dragons have been pushed to the edges of the world or been made to hide in some places. There are even standing truces between some kingdoms and any dragons that might be passing through.
- He has enough interaction and care for his own kind that he cares when he finds a nest ransacked. Cursing humanity and acting instinctually, he begins to hunt the humans that have done this.
- Yoongi had tracked the scent of death to a small mountainside community- he’d flown over the old cabins and seen the fresh fletchling dragon skins hanging out to cure and started killing indiscriminately. The light of dawn was cresting over the mountains when Yoongi starts to spit his hot blue fire into the buildings.
- Yoongi walks through the wreckage of the houses he’s just burned. The rage inside of him winking out as the last life did. His long cloak rustling in the ashes as he shifts to his human form once his temper cools checking for signs of life and finding none.
- And then a high-pitched keen, crying, underneath the wreckage of a house as the rain starts up. The baby is small but healthy as Yoongi pulls him out from underneath the wreckage, with little more than a scratch on his cheek that looks a little deep and little tears beading at the edge of large brown eyes. Yoongi doesn’t know much about human children, but if he had to guess, he’s probably older than 6 months but younger than a year. Still immobile and unable to care for himself.
- There is a name embroidered on the edge of the torn red blanket that swaths the baby, half soaked with mud. ‘Jungkook’ it reads, fine bronze thread against the dull red. A first name or a last name- Yoongi doesn’t know.
- The weight of the babe calms in his arms, it starts to rain, and Yoongi finds himself curled over the tope of him and shielding his face from it. He can’t find it in himself to kill the child and save him the misery of starving to death. Despite the fact that this small family of warriors had killed countless of Yoongi’s kind and all for the more malleable young dragon skins- different than the rough hide of older dragons that could not be made into fireproof clothing- this child has done nothing, taken part in no such acts of violence.
- But the baby- Jungkook - is an unintended consequence of Yoongi’s rage, and likely- his relatives, and simultaneously Yoongi does not want him to secum to startvation like he would if yoongi left him to die and yet cannot take care of him. Yoongi is a dragon- and cannot take care of a human child.
- It almost feels like something deep within him whispers to his fire filled heart, maybe not words, but definitely, something that tells him not to leave the child to die.
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Aaaahhh so domestic and cute~