Who Is A Good Boy?

part nineteen - humpback whales

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seventeen and nineteen

Thee kiddos

Every time we see an artist or a work of art, let us thank them for giving us a piece of their heart. By Eliienkind on Instagram.

There’s people out there (Namjoon) who are so brilliant (Namjoon), so intelligent (Namjoon), they self taught a difficult foreign language (Namjoon) from watching a comedy show (Namjoon), people whose brilliance isn’t appreciated enough (Namjoon), people whose wordplay leaves me speechless (Namjoon), people whose speeches always leave me mesmerized and make me reflect on my life (Namjoon), people who have really admirable qualities (Namjoon), people who learn from their mistakes and strive to better themselves (Namjoon), people who put aside their insecurities and discomfort just to inspire many ( Namjoon), people who care about others as much or even more than they care about themselves and that’s why they make great leaders (Namjoon), people whose talent needs to appreciated more (Namjoon). Imagine not appreciating such people (Namjoon) for existing. Can’t relate.

DreamSMP but Dream is a an ex-prisoner cottage core dad

After Dream gets out of prison, he goes to life on his own, far away from the SMP in an area no one has settled in, in a nice little plains area where he can make a cute cottage and a nice farm, near a village so he wouldn’t be lonely.

Some time into his peaceful isolation, he finds Friend. And he’s confused.

Because wasn’t Friend Ghostbur and Tommy’s sheep? Why was he out here? So far away from the SMP!

He couldn’t just return Friend, could he? If he returned to the SMP, they’d probably think he stole Friend. Tommy would definitely try to kill him.

But, as Dream finished his gardening and harvesting, he watched the iconic blue sheep dig into the bits of foods he had thrown out. Friend had been forgotten about. With his infinite lives, it wasn’t a surprise that people easily lost track of him. Poor Friend. In trying to give Ghostbur a friend he could always have, Kristen had cursed the animal with eternal loneliness.

Well, until Dream lost his final life, he could be Friend’s companion. Besides, Dream had been meaning to collect some farm animals, whether from the nearest village or from out in the plains. Friend made the perfect first addition to his farm. 

Time passed of Dream and Friend in their home way out in a beautiful plains biome. Watching the sun rise and set, bringing new days of both relaxing and stressful days. Days where Dream would take Friend into the village or to explore for hours or days where Dream could barely even feed Friend and tend to the farm without collapsing into a heap of agonized trauma and guilt, apologizing vehemently to the blue sheep for hurting his friends.

One warm, sunny day, Dream was lying out in the field with Friend, watching the sheep graze happily while writing away in a journal when his keen eyes- trained from years of manhunts and tormenting people and lying awake watching for the faintest movement against obsidian walls- noticed movement over by the village, something that didn’t belong. 

A fox? No, it was definitely human-shaped. With fox ears and a fluffy blonde tail that reminded him of the L’Manburgian fox man he had had a brief yet serious relationship with.

But that wasn’t Fundy. Fundy was more of a fox than a hybrid anyways. This was a guaranteed fox-hybrid. And those were rare. Foxes were such skittish creatures that even the more anthropomorphic ones didn’t really engage in relationships with humans. 

Riddled with curiosity, Dream closed his journal and tucked it into the satchel on his shoulder, brushing away stray blades of grass and dirt on his long skirt- now Dream understood why Niki and Puffy loved to wear skirts back when they weren’t fighting in wars, they were very comfortable and freeing, it didn’t feel like Dream was trapped in his own skin- before starting off toward the village.

When he gets there, he finds a blonde little fox hybrid. Upon further investigation, he learns that his brief yet serious relationship with Fundy had led to an unexpected turn that he had never been informed of. So, after working through all of the feelings that came with finding out you had a daughter you never knew about, Dream takes in the fox that had come looking for him, fittingly named Hope by Fundy.

That was fine. Just Dream, Friend, Hope, and their farm. A wonderful hodgepodge that would… make life more interesting than before. At least Dream wouldn’t be lonely, and his sudden daughter’s presence could give him that feeling of love he hadn’t had since he gave George kingship.

Dream should have expected it.

He should have, and he didn’t know why he wasn’t prepared.

Honestly, it was as if the gods wanted to keep him on his toes.

Staring down at the two zombie pigmen kids and the brown horse following them, Dream honestly should have expected this, for someone else’s kids to end up on his front porch, with a horse. Who else could this happen to besides him? Well, maybe Ranboo and Tommy, actually.

The horse was Andrew. Apparently, according to Michael- whom he recognized from conversations in prison with Technoblade and brief whispers before he had been put into Pandora’s Vault- Andrew was an old horse of Technoblade’s that he had hidden away for being the perfect horse. Better than Carl, oddly enough. Techno must have forgotten about him, but Michael and Michelle- Puffy’s baby pigman kid, as it turns out- had found him and took him with to come find Friend.

So, just like with Friend and Hope, Dream let them stay.

He didn’t know why. Tubbo and Ranboo would move Heaven and Earth to find Michael. They would come looking for him, from what he remembers of Snowchester in the one week before he had been imprisoned, from what Tecnoblade had briefly mentioned to him. They would find Michael, and then they would find Dream and accuse him of kidnapping their son, and then they would kill him and take all of them back to the SMP.

He would just have to make sure he protects them. 

And he would protect them, just like he had protected Friend and Hope, and like he had protected George, like he had protected Tommy before everything had gone so far downhill he could never return to his old life before Tommy and Wilbur and before L’Manburg.

He would protect these kids. Because, if they were here, and were asking to stay, then they obviously wanted to be here, away from the SMP.

Right?

Okay. Okay!

Dream had just assumed it was Kristen trying to twist fate to give him a family.

He had even assumed Drista was playing tricks on him at some point, but now it was almost terrifying how easy it was for the kids and pets of the SMP to find him.

It was as if all of the gods were trying to bring them to him. Like the gods were just guiding the them all hand-in-hand. 

What the hell?

Exhausted and dressed in just a long t-shirt and shorts, Dream stared at the dog and fox sitting on his porch with an old button in the dog’s mouth. He slowly crouched, resting on his haunches as he reached forward to look at the nametags the animals wore.

Okay, he definitely wasn’t expecting these two.

L’Dog and Mushroom?

Those were the animals from Pogtopia!

Had they really just been left there? When Pogtopia vacated, had nobody really come for them? Dream vaguely remembered seeing Niki playing with a fox down in Pogtopia, was Mushroom hers?

He remembered L’Dog, though. Back when he had given Wilbur all that TNT…

These poor animals, forgotten about and abandoned. At least they had been safe in Pogtopia, but… that probably wasn’t any better than the alternative. Being so lonely in a cold, empty ravine, wondering when their family would come back for them.

With a heavy sigh, Dream pushed the door open further and allowed the dirty animals inside. He’d bathe them in the morning, when he was more awake and aware.

Tired green eyes watched as L’Dog, tail wagging and happy as can be, hopped up onto the living room sofa, softly woofing with excitement as he watched Dream shut the door. Even if he wasn’t really pleased with how big his new home was getting, he smiled at the two animals that finally had a family once again. 

Yeah.

Dream was happy with how this was turning out.

By the end of the summer, Dream had amassed enough of a following to be considered a mini zoo. He was happy with it, but he still had that worry that someone was going to come and find him and his newfound family. 

On most days, he was too busy caring for the farm and everyone within it to be really concerned about that impending threat, though. And it wasn’t like he didn’t have a plan.

When he first arrived in this land, he didn’t. He had limited himself to just iron tools and armor. He didn’t want to tempt himself with anything better than that, always refusing any of the diamonds the villagers nearby would offer, always ignoring the twinkling blue ores in caves in favor of coal, gold, and iron. 

But when everyone started showing up, he knew that he would need a plan. Some way to protect them all in case someone came looking. So he set up the backup plan. Hidden deep down in bedrock, so far down that he wouldn’t even think of going unless absolutely necessary, was his panic room, full of armor and tools, enchanting books and tables and everything he would need to protect his family. Everything he would need if he was going to care for these runaways.

Because Dream cared for his family. And he wasn’t going to let them end up like his last one had. He was going to make sure of that. 

Down Here

Down Here

Hoseok x Reader

Author: Admin Mo

Word Count: Somewhere between 2k and 3k?

Genre: The fluffiest fluff I could fluff. 

Your pencil dragged across a scrap of paper as you sat bored in your Human Relations course. You already knew all of this crap. Your parents were human, for God’s sake.

All of this because you slept in on Opt-Out day.

It was the first day of class, and you could already tell this was going to be the worst experience of your life. The syllabus was…underwhelming ro say the least, and as the other students drifted into the classroom, you didn’t pay them much attention, instead focusing on the drawing of a bird in the corner of your scrap page.

“Excuse me?” Someone asked you. You looked around, tugging an earbud out of your ear. No one was there. A ghost maybe? An invisible student? In the Magus College for the Supernatural, it wouldn’t surprise you. “Down here.”

Oh. There. Standing on the floor, about six inches high, was a type of student you had yet to encounter. A Leprechaun.

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a softie for sentimentality, bakugou katsuki.

Bakugou wears a bracelet. You’ve known about it for as long as you could remember, but only decided to acknowledge it now that you’re in your third year at UA, two weeks before graduation.

It wasn’t flashy or adorned with any kind of logo—just a simple, sturdy piece of metal with a stainless clasp that he seemed to wear all the time. You tilted your head as you studied it.

“You’ve had that bracelet for as long as I can remember,” you said, sitting down on his study chair. It’s a privilege to even set foot inside of his room without immediately being told (yelled) off, really.

Bakugou looked up from his book and glanced at you. “Yeah, and?”

“Is there, like, a story behind it?”

“No story,” he said with a shrug, but you weren’t entirely convinced.

“Really? That’s so bland. I thought there’d be like a gut-wrenching or life-changing story for it.”

He sat up from his bed with a huff, his eyes narrowing at you. “It’s just somethin’ I wear. What’s it to you?”

You raised your hands in mock surrender, a playful smile on your lips. “Alright, Mr. Mysterious. Keep your secrets.”

“Fuck off, dipshit.”

“Again with that! Why can’t you be nicer now that we’re graduating?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

-

But the conversation stuck to you.

It’s the day of graduation when you presented him with a small, handmade box. It was simple, made of sturdy cardboard decorated with his signature colors and an orange ribbon to match. Bakugou rose a brow.

“What’s this for?” He asks, holding it up like the box might explode at any given moment, though there was no bite to it.

“A box.”

“No shit,” he scoffs, “what’s in it?”

“Open it to find out!” You egged him on.

Bakugou sighs, opening the box with a focused pout. He went quiet when he saw what was inside.

“Ta-da! A bracelet,” you said, smiling. “For you. Thought you could use something new to switch things up.”

He held the stringed bracelet in his hand, looking at the material as if it would erupt in flames if he glared hard enough. It was a stark contrast to his metal one—brightly colored warm complementary beads with little charms that somehow still managed to feel like him. There was a red charm shaped like an explosion, a black bead with a skull design, and a small silver charm with an engraved kanji for “strength.”

“I’m not wearing this,” he said flatly.

It’s like your cartoonish heart balloon had suddenly been popped with a prickly needle.

“What? Why not? It’s cool!” you argued. “I even made it myself to really match you!”

“It’s not my style.”

“Sure it is. Look, it’s got black, silver, and even a little red—it screams Bakugou Katsuki.”

“I didn’t get you anythin’ as a parting gift,” he tells you.

“Don’t worry about it! It’s fine,” you replied, waving your hand in dismissal. “Just thought this’ll go with your metal bracelet.”

He nodded, though there was a somewhat frustrated pout on his expression, muttering something under his breath a soft “thanks,” and placed the gift back in the box, never actually letting you see him wearing it during that moment.

-

Years later, during a photoshoot for the yearly hero gala, Bakugou stood in front of the camera in his full Dynamight suit. The photographer adjusted the lights, snapping rapid shots as Bakugou struck his signature confident poses.

“Hold still,” the stylist said, adjusting his gauntlet slightly. Her eyes flicked to his wrist, and she paused. “Oh, that’s cute. Is that handmade?”

Bakugou blinked, following her gaze. Wrapped around his wrist, right next to his ever-present metal bracelet, was the colorful string bracelet you had made him all those years ago.

He stiffened slightly, but instead of taking it off, he shrugged. “Yeah. What about it?”

The stylist smiled warmly. “It’s a nice touch. Makes you seem... approachable. And quite frankly, it matches your suit.”

Bakugou snorted. “Whatever. Let’s get this over with.”

-

When the photos surfaced online, fans quickly noticed the bracelet. Social media practically exploded that day.

Is Dynamight wearing a friendship bracelet??

A HANDMADE BRACELET ON DYNAMIGHT??

Guys, he’s worn this thing for YEARS. Check the old pictures! 🙂‍↔️

You, of course, caught wind of the news—because honestly, who wouldn’t when it took all social media platforms by storm? You saw the posts one evening while scrolling through your phone. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the photos. It was unmistakable—the bracelet you had made all those years ago.

Long after your UA days were behind you and your lives had taken you and Bakugou down different paths, the all-too-familiar bracelet made you smile sadly—more nostalgic happiness than actual sadness, really.

You stared at the screen, sighing quietly. You thought back to the last time you’d spoken, to the unspoken decision that had pulled you in different directions. You never thought something as small as a bracelet would still mean anything to him.

You didn’t even think you’d live to see the day he wears it, much less keep it after the years.

But there it was, bright and unapologetic on his wrist, a subtle reminder of a bond that hadn’t completely faded with time.

Somewhere across the city, Bakugou stood on a rooftop, the evening wind tugging at his hero uniform. He glanced down at the bracelet on his wrist, running his thumb over the frayed edges of the string. He smirked to himself, a quiet acknowledgment of the past and the person who’d given it to him.

“Guess you were right,” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the wind. “It does scream Bakugou Katsuki.”

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pairing: idol!jimin x coffee shop owner!reader

genre: sm au, crack humor, fluff, smut

status: completed

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series: hobiverse masterlist

a/n: hey y’all!! that’s right, we back with another dumbass sm au from yours truly 🤩 this one is loosely inspired by the tv series jane the virgin!! hope you guys will enjoy this wild ride lmaoo x

🥝 part one - profiles

🥝 part two - virgin with a capital ‘v’

🥝 part three - judas bitch

🥝 part four - spicy meatball

🥝 part five - kinda punk rock

🥝 part six - body hitchhiking alien

🥝 part seven - juiced beans

🥝 part eight - $5 a nip

🥝 part nine - thiccness distribution

🥝 part ten - backup dads

🥝 part eleven - the new brangelina

🥝 part twelve - respect the hustle

🥝 part thirteen - butter my biscuits

🥝 part fourteen - simps-R-us

🥝 part fifteen - björnging

🥝 part sixteen - britney spears

🥝 part seventeen - spinach puffs

🥝 part eighteen - mushy

🥝 part nineteen - eggplant daddy

🥝 part twenty - spaghetti legs

🥝 part twenty-one - watermelon sugar (m)

🥝 part twenty-two - pancakes

🥝 part twenty-three - panini head

🥝 part twenty-four - rotisserie chicken

🥝 part twenty-five - the whole circus

🥝 part twenty-six - uncle protection squad

🥝 part twenty-seven - DDILF

🥝 part twenty-eight - twilight

🥝 part twenty-nine - yeehaw yes

🥝 part thirty - epilogue

:: bonus part - postlogue 6