had to leave a lot out again :(

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topsy turvy

the beheaded top part ! had to cut it due to stem rot, but managed to save this and lots of leaves which are already growing lil prop babies. when it was still strong it had loads of crested offshoots, so I’m hoping it grows bigger and starts putting out those offshoots again.

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“So, let’s talk about the honeymoon.” Valerie said, sitting down next to Kylie before she had to get ready for work.

“Yes! Your honeymoon. I saw the location you guys picked out, it’s gorgeous.” Kylie smiled when Valerie nodded, “Tell me the timeline again.”

“Trevor and I are leaving for two months after I give birth and recover. It was a gift from his parents; all expenses paid in a little cabin in Granite Falls. I’m looking forward to it so much.” Valerie grinned widely, before taking Kylie’s hand, “Are you sure you’ll be okay? A toddler and a newborn is a lot to handle.”

“Oh yeah, I’ll be fine! My mom’s going to come by if I need her, and I get to bond with my new baby. I love Emma, but this one’s a little different, y’know?”

Valerie nodded, “I know. Emma’s just as much yours as she is Trevor’s, but there’s still a link there, and now you have a baby of your own. I completely understand.”

“I love you,” Kylie said, leaning in to kiss Valerie, “And when you get back, it’s going to be our turn to get married.”

Valerie giggled, “I’m looking forward to it.”

The best thing you can do for a loved one with BPD is to remind them that you care about them. 

Leaving after spending time with them? Tell them you had a great time and can’t wait to see them again very soon. 

Running out of social energy? Send them a text that you’re feeling tired and may not reply for a while, so they know it’s not you ignoring them. 

People with BPD often have a lot of trouble remembering what it feels like to be loved and cared about, even if they experience it a lot, so little reassurances like that could make a huge difference.

so a while ago i decided to color @paladinspride‘s open collab  and we just recently decided to do a one on one collab! I had lots of fun drawing the lineart for my portion and doing the coloring (this one!) for her’s!!

i really enjoyed doing this before classes today (gotta leave soon) and i suggest you check out her colored portion!! 

French students harass and bully me for asking them to speak English in an English-taught class, so I get them expelled.

This happened a few years back in China, at one of the universities there. Here, I was studying Chinese language and I shared my language class with some people from France and Belgium (the French speaking part). Our Chinese teacher was a really nice little lady that happened to also speak French. So often, whenever the French speakers had a question, they would ask it in French. Now, I didn’t really mind it all that much but at some point, it got to the point where about half of the questions in the class were asked in a language I did not understand. Obviously that is detrimental to my own learning experience since understanding the questions is important for me to learn the language. So I politely asked them if we could just do the class in English because about half of us didn’t understand what was being asked.

Laoshi (the teacher) was very nice about it and afterwards, asked the students if they could rephrase their question in English when they asked it in French. But apparently the French and Belgian girls and guys didn’t take it so well. They were constantly glaring at me, and whispering among themselves in French. Well, I just shrugged and moved on.

However, outside of class they were always sticking together in their own little group, doing things together. At first they would just walk past me when I was sitting down having a beer with my friends, and they would simply glare. But at some point it came down to them cursing, talking shit about me to other students and spitting on my lap when I was sitting in the park. Obviously I was seething so I might have called them a few words which were a bit too unsavoury. Anyhow, they didn’t take it well.

So the next day, I found out that they scribbled all sorts of things on my dorm room. It said ‘肏你妈’ (basically: fuck your mother) and 'nazi’ (I don’t actually know why they put this one. I think they thought I was German, which I’m not). Obviously I was pissed, but I didn’t really know what to do so I reported it to the International Student Office. ISO was really nice and understanding, but told me they can’t actually do much unless I provide proof that something is happening.

Thus, I went on Taobao and and bought a little recording camera (looked a bit like a dashcam, it had the time and date and everything). After the university had painted my room door over (they couldn’t get the markers off apparently) I hung the camera up in a corner of our dorm corridor and pointed it at my door. Then I left and made sure to loop around a little bit to walk past the group of French/Belgians so that they knew I was leaving campus towards the metro station.

I had some nice dumpling soup and a beer and when I came back, look and behold! Once again they were hardly creative with their insults (just more of the same) but this time I had proof! I checked the video and I was very pleased: 5 out of 7 of the group were actually there, and all wrote down something on the door with permanent marker. One of the guys even kicked the door which caused a crack at the bottom (these doors were not very sturdy). They seemed to have a lot of fun doing it.

Now, of course the school was properly pissed when I showed them the video. Normally the students would just get a stern warning but because ISO was aware that they were doing it before, and also about the fact that they were harassing me all the time (I reported everything to them when it happened) they were less than understanding this time and suggested the board that had to decide on this (no idea what their name was, I couldn’t recognize their name in Hanzi) to expell the students.

And so they were. All of this took place over the course of a couple of months, so we were nearing the end of the semester. The five students who scribbled at my door got expelled just before their exams, which meant that all the time they spent at the university was effectively worthless since they did not receive any credits for it. But it gets even better. After this whole ordeal, I sent a neat (anonymous) letter in Chinese (one of my Chinese friends helped me write it) to the Public Security Bureau that these students had engaged in vandalism at our university. A few weeks later, after I had already returned home, I was told by a friend of mine who was on good terms with their group that some of them had booked tickets and hostels to travel in China at the end of the semester. However, their visa extension was denied by the Public Security Bureau on the basis of their misdemeanour at the university.

I’m not sure if the second part was caused because of my letter, or simply because the university informed the police, but I like to pretend that it was the former. So I was just laughing my ass off as they slaved away half a year in courses for which they would receive no credit, and had to cancel thousands worth of travel plans. That truly was a sweet, sweet feeling.

(Request) Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Requested by: @babyblues915

Could you write a one shot of Negan and Rick’s daughter playing pool and then Rick shows up wondering what the hell is going on? 😂 I love the negan x Rick’s daughter dynamic

Warnings: NSFW, swearing as usual lol

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Note: Such a fun story to write! Keep ‘em requests coming! Hope y’all enjoy reading this, especially you babyblues915! xoxo

You were in Judith’s room playing with her when you heard the sound of Alexandria’s main gate being pulled open. Frowning, you went over to the window to check out what was going on. As expected, the Saviors had paid your community another surprise visit on the day that your father, Rick, and the rest were out.

When you headed downstairs with Judith, you saw Carl about to leave the house and immediately called for him.

“Stay in the house, Carl. I’ll deal with them.” You told him as you carefully handed him your youngest sister.

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Paper Stars

Summary: Dan starts to get love notes in his locker in the form of origami stars, so he gets the help of his best friend, Phil, to figure out who it is.
Word Count: 2,398
Warnings: cussing
A/N: Thanks to @insanityplaysfics as always for giving me ideas. I’m a fucking sap recently because my boyfriend proposed to me and I just wanna write a crapton of fluff and puke rainbows everywhere. This is short and sweet, which is very rare for me! I hope you like it anyways!
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The day Dan opened his locker to a strange slip of paper folded into an origami star was one of the strangest moments of his life.

“What,” Dan said simply, giving the offending paper a strange look. He bent down and retrieved it, staring at it long and hard. It was thin, made with a flowery paper, and he could just make out words written in very small print on it. “What,” Dan said again.

With a small amount of struggle, Dan managed to unwrap the star, revealing the writing inside. The script was sloppy to the point where Dan thinks it was written with the wrong hand. Dan said “what” again and the word didn’t even sound like it was real anymore. It took him a few minutes to read what it said due to the scribble, but he eventually managed.

‘i used to stare out the window because i thought the scenery was beautiful. Then i saw you and suddenly the world didnt seem nearly as captivating as before.

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anonymous asked:

Wishing I was spending my afternoon cuddling with Peter and watching Disney movies in a pillow fort. Cute nicknames and maybe a make out session would be lovely, sorry if that's too much but thank you for taking the time to either do this or read it. 💙

a/n: you are soo sweet! im sorry if this wasn’t what you were expecting but I can’t even contact you bc anon but if you read this i really hope you like it

Originally posted by hamilll

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You sighed deeply, he was late again. Your fingers ceased their tapping on the table, getting up before leaving to go to your room. You and Peter were supposed to go out for ice cream and a movie. Usually, you wouldn’t get upset or frustrated with him because you knew he had a lot going on in his life but this was the third time he has done this. You checked your phone, reading the last text message he sent you.

Be there in a few x

That was over two hours ago. You closed the door to your room, dropping your head against the door frame.

“Peter..” You mumbled in disappointment.

“Yes?” You jumped up, grabbing the nearest object before turning around and aiming at the person who scared you. Spider-man himself was standing in your room, both of his hands up in surrender. You watched as a muscled arm reached behind his head to pull the mask off. You watched as your boyfriend’s hair bounced slightly from his actions. You lowered your arms, waiting for him to say something.

“Were you really going to defend yourself with a lamp?” He attempted at a joke. You frowned further, setting the lamp back in it’s rightful place.

“Are you really going to start sassing me after having me wait two hours for you?” You crossed your arms, hip jutting out slightly. An eyebrow raised and a frown etched into your features you watched Peter fumble for words. You felt your shoulders slump a little.

“I’m sorry I was late. I was driving over here to come and pick you up for our date when I heard the sirens in a distance and gunshots and I know both you and Stark tell me to stay out of it and I really did want to, trust me Y/N I really wanted to but I just couldn’t bring myself to ignore people’s cries. i went to go text you but my phone died.” You watched as he reached for his phone in a pocket of his backpack. His fingers held down the power button before showing it to you. A picture of an empty battery popped on the screen for a few seconds before becoming pitch black again. You sighed, shaking your head.

“I don’t blame you for doing that Peter, and I know I shouldn’t be mad but-”

“You have every right to be mad at me. But I did stop at a few stores to make it up to you.” Peter motioned for you to sit at the foot of your bed. You contemplated your options. You didn’t want to be mad at him for helping other people but if he really wanted to be with you, he was going to have to make some sort of sacrifice. There are cops for a reason and you are pretty sure that they would have done their job. You don’t know if it was the exhaustion or the fact that he had a bruise by his cheek that you love to kiss so much but you decided to see what he had planned. He leaned over and kissed your forehead, whispering ‘thank you’. Whether he was thanking you for sitting down and giving him a chance or for not kicking him out would be left a mystery to you. He turned his attention to his backpack, ruffling the clothes and loose papers in there.

“Don’t you think that if someone sees Spider-man with the same backpack as you it wouldn’t raise some questions?” You asked, trying to see over his shoulder as he reached almost elbow deep into the backpack.

“No, a lot of people these days have black backpacks, if anything people can narrow it down to a high school student and even then it’s too broad.”

“Not every teen has a “Stark Industries” patch on theirs though…or a captain america patch either. I think it’s a little obvious.” You retorted. Peter finally found what he was looking for. He pulled out three things from the bag. Your eyes focused on the objects held in his hand. “The Tonight Dough” (your favorite Ben and Jerry’s ice cream flavor), with another flavor balanced on top, and in the other hand he had small stack of Disney movies. You smiled when you saw the ice cream, immediately going for a pint. You went to open the lid until you realised that there were no spoons. You were about to ask if he had brought any by any chance until your eyes landed on him. He had two spoons held in his mouth.

“Surprise.” He mumbled through them. You laughed a little, admiring how cute he was and how he never failed to make you smile. You grabbed the spoons from his mouth before rising to your knees, leaning over, and planting a kiss on his lips. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, scooting up the bed further. You heard a small thump on the floor before feeling his cold, glove-covered hand on your hips, indicating that he had probably dropped the other ice cream. His hand guided you over his lap, lips not daring to detach from yours. You moved your left hand to remove the movies from his hands before moving his hand to your hips. Peter leaned back until you were both lying on the bed. You swiped your tongue on the bottom of his lip, wanting to explore his mouth. His stomach rumbled, causing him to chuckle before pushing your head back with his lips and dropping his head back on the bed. You pouted a little, eyes glazing over his red and plump lips. He didn’t move either of you, using his web shooters to grab the other ice cream from the floor. You grabbed your mini tub and the spoons, handing Peter one.

“What movie do you want to watch?” He asked, grabbing a few of the movies. He shuffled through the movies, naming each one until you picked one.

“Didn’t we watch that last weekend?”

“Well we can watch it again. The Little Mermaid never gets too old, Parker. Besides you don’t know half the songs so you can’t say anything.” You got up from the bed, putting on the movie in while Peter plugged his phone in. Peter half-sat half-jumped on the bed before outstretching his arm. You grabbed your spoon and ice cream before snuggling up to his side.

Throughout the movie you and Peter continued to silently eat your ice cream, occasionally sharing with each other. You both had eventually finished the ice creams and opted to cuddle instead. You were slightly dozing off, missing some chunks of the movie at a time.

“You still up, babe?” You heard Peter mumble, the sleep evident in his voice.

“Mhm…” You replied, turning towards him. He had taken his suit off at some point during the night, finding some sweats and a t-shirt of his (which shouldn’t of been hard because you keep some of his spare clothes in your room in case anything happens where Spider-man is needed) before coming back to bed with you. You snuggled closer to him, wrapping an arm around his torso. You looked up at him, studying his features. Your eyes traveled to the same bruise you saw on his cheek earlier in the evening. You raised your hand up to his face, your fingers gingerly tracing the edges of it, scared that even the slightest pressure might cause him pain.

“Flash.” He breathed. Your eyes focused on his. He had dark circles under his eyes, his lips set into a frown and you weren’t sure if it was from his tiredness or from the memory of Flash.

“Peter you shouldn’t let him do that to you. You can defend yourself.” His gaze dropped from yours, only nodding in response. You stretched your neck slightly, pressing a gentle kiss on the bruise that had formed. He turned his head, pressing a kiss to your lips once more. He pulled you closer, before turning his head and reaching for the nightstand, turning the light off. You closed your eyes, resting your head on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat, finding it somewhat like a lullaby. His breathing was gentle, the light rocking of the rise and fall of his chest added a nice rhythm. You yawned, planting a kiss on his chest.

“Goodnight, I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you too.”

Expectant - Request

Requested by anon:  could you do a Reader x Sherlock where she finds out she’s expecting and Sherlock has no idea how to react for awhile? Thank you :-)
Also, another anon requested for a fluffy one with Sherlock so…

Summary: (Y/N) is acting strange, and Sherlock notices. She ends up confessing the truth and… He struggles to find the words.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: Bit of angst (not really) because of Sherlock’s reaction. Also, fluffy.

Word count: 2,807

A/N: My Sherlock feels are rising like the fenix rises from the ashes, THANKS! This is fluffy and cheesy and I love it, hope you do too. Remember feedback is highly appreciated.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by xthismeanswar

London had never been quieter. Not a single criminal dared to show up in the past week – or at least not one Sherlock cared about.

With his fiddle in hand and a melody on his head, Sherlock played for hours and hours throughout the morning. His feet with move along the music as he followed his girlfriend around the flat, making sure to keep his eyes on her at every moment.

(Y/N) was tiding it up a little since neither Sherlock nor John would do it.

“You know you don’t have to do that.” Sherlock spoke as he waltzed his way closer to her.

“I know, I just… Need to kill time, I guess.” Sherlock tilted his head.

“Anxiety?” She shook her head.

“Maybe I’m just bored.” Sherlock smiled warmly at her.

“I knew I wasn’t the only one getting bored here.” He said.

“Bored? You?” (Y/N) let out a fake laugh, “As far as I can tell you’re having a blast with your instrument.”

Sherlock didn’t reply with words but rather changing the tune to a faster one.

“Show off.” She hissed jokingly and moved to his room, where she picked up the dirty clothes and dusted the furniture.

Sherlock couldn’t help but to notice something strange in her. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it because it was such a slight change in her – and a good kind of change – that deducing it would take him hours. And that’s why he was following her.

She was resplendent yet she looked tired. “Why are you tired?”

(Y/N) looked up at him; she had been dragged out of her thoughts. “Sorry?”

“Why are you tired?” Sherlock repeated, “Last night we did… We did sleep late but we always do.”

“Maybe it’s all this cleaning.” (Y/N) suggested.

“You’ve followed me on cases that could get anyone tired after five minutes without even flinching, it’s not the cleaning.” Sherlock observed. He stopped playing and stood still, following her every move.

“Maybe I’m getting old.” Sherlock lifted an eyebrow.

“Impossible.” He stated, “If you were getting old I would be too and I’m feeling great.”

“We are getting old.” She emphasized, “With each second that passes.”

Sherlock sighed heavily and continued to play. (Y/N) excused herself and left to the bathroom. It was the fifth time she went and it wasn’t even close to mid-day.

Sherlock stopped playing once again and walked back to the living room where John was sitting and reading a newspaper.

“There’s something off about her.” Sherlock whispered without even looking at his friend but rather keeping his ice blue eyes glued to the bathroom door.

Watson, who knew exactly what was going on, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and changed the page. He had been pretending to read the whole morning, for he knew it would be impossible for him not to react.

“You’ve read this newspaper three times already.” Sherlock observed.

“I like to re-read… Make sure everything sticks to my mind.” John replied.

“Guess that’s a method that works for common minds.” John couldn’t help but to roll his eyes, “But honestly, John, can’t you see? There’s something off about her.”

“She’s your girlfriend, Sherlock, not mine.” John beamed.

“She’s your friend, and you’re a doctor.” John sighed and scratched the corner of his eyes.

“She’s not sick.”

“How can you tell?” John inquired, “Did you check her body temperature? Her blood pressure? Her…”

“She’s fine!” John assured. Sherlock, of course, didn’t buy it and waited patiently for her to get out.

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Hear Your Heart (M)

Genre: fluff, smut, hybrid!au

Word Count: 11k 

Summary:  You really liked learning more about Yoongi. You liked that he didn’t need to whisper all of his deepest secrets into your ear because you felt like you could see into his heart- see who he truly was behind all of the fronts he put up in front of others.

Yoongi really hadn’t meant to be in this part of town.

He wasn’t familiar with it in the slightest, and he hadn’t heard too good of things about it either. He planned on just quickly making his way through, exhaustion already running through his body from work. His nervousness began to pick up as he passed a few alleyways, the darkness of the night preventing his eyes from seeing anything farther than a few feet in front of him.

He suddenly jumped in alarm at a sudden yelp, the sound echoing from the alley he had just walked by. Yoongi quickly had an inner battle with himself, trying to decide if he should turn around and look, or continue on his way to the safety of his apartment. His thoughts were interrupted and made up in a matter of seconds as he heard another loud cry, the voice sounding feminine and pained. He quickly turned around, making his way down the dark alley that seemed to continue on forever.

What he was met with shocked him slightly, the sight of four dog hybrids growling over a small girl shrieking in fear. Her clothes were worn out and faded, torn in obvious places from being worn for so long. She had bruises littering her visible skin, a few fresh-looking claw marks scattered on her arms and from a hole on her shirt that showed a brief patch of skin on her stomach. She looked terrified- shaking slightly as the four males seem to circle her.

Yoongi has a quick rush of sickness enter his bloodstream, and he instantly rethinks his choice of even deciding to come down here. The hybrids were obvious much taller than him, Yoongi being smaller in frame as it was, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to fight them off if they decided to advance on him next. He agrees with himself that this was in fact not a good idea, and just as he turns to leave, he feels five pairs of eyes on him and he’s frozen in place really- scared to make any sudden movement. He runs his options through his mind once again, knowing it was too late to slip out of eyesight now. His eyes fall on the girl, their eyes meeting for a brief moment, eyes pleading for help, and that’s all it really takes for him to know he just had to help her.

Yoongi swallows thickly, palms beginning to sweat slightly.

“You four must really be idiots.” His voice sounds a lot surer than he’s feeling right now, and he’s thankful that it comes off that way.

He watches carefully at the shocked expressions on the fours faces, either from his tone or from being caught, he’s not entirely sure. He knew he had to scare them off somehow, but he wasn’t really good at making threats to guys who looked like they could easily put him back in his place if they really wanted to. They don’t say a word, in fact they begin to look slightly unsure of themselves now, and Yoongi knew this was his moment he had to do something.

“Do you really think it’s smart to do something like this in public where anyone could see? Now be good puppies and scat, before I call the cops and we have bigger problems.” He made sure he sounded disgusted, not letting a single hint of how nervous he actually was show in his voice. He was hoping he could just get them doubtful enough so they would leave, and really he needed it to work because if they decided to think he was just all talk- well he would end up just like the poor girl in front of him.

Luckily, the odds seemed to be in his favor and he had to thank any good deeds he had done in the past few days that surely had helped his luck in this situation, because the four dog hybrids looked as if they were nervous now, obviously not expecting to get caught. They quickly brush past Yoongi leaving him alone with the girl and he finds himself letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding, surprised at how smooth and easy that had actually gone. Yoongi glances down at the girl in front of him, crouched on the ground with her soft-looking ears rested in a frightened manner atop of her head with a long dark colored tail that wrapped around her middle to match. He could see how skinny she was, probably from the struggle of trying to find food, and as he took in the fragile figure of this girl, he knew he couldn’t just leave her here.

Yoongi really wasn’t good at these things- comforting others really wasn’t one of his better qualities. He didn’t want to frighten her even more, so he knew he had to be as cautious as possible.

“Hey- it’s alright now.” He says in a rough voice, clearing his throat and trying his hardest not to sound as awkward as he felt. He takes a small step towards the girl, heart dropping slightly as she flinches.

“I promise I won’t hurt you.” He crouches down to match her level, keeping a healthy distance between the two that way he didn’t scare her. He takes this moment to take in her face, dirt smeared on various parts of her cheeks and forehead. He watches her ears perk up and twitch in alert at his sudden movement, eyes peeking over his body to confirm he wasn’t making any threatening moves towards her. He was pleasantly surprised to find that she was actually beautiful, and he had never seen a hybrid so breathtaking in his life. He didn’t know much about hybrids in general really- but he was sure there wasn’t a more attractive creature in the world. He made up his mind rather quickly, he always did really, and decided he wasn’t- couldn’t honestly- let this cat hybrid go.


You hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. You hadn’t meant to end up on the wrong side of town- on their territory to be more exact- looking for food, but you were just so hungry. You had hardly eaten a thing the whole week, and it was really beginning to take a toll on your body. You had expected slightly what was to come to you as soon as the first kick and scratch had landed on your body from the dog hybrids, angry barks and growls leaving their mouths as they spit out how pathetic and stupid it was for you, a cat hybrid, to think you could deceive them into stealing any of their food. Of course that hadn’t been the case at all, but you had been too frightened to even try to open your mouth, knowing it would do little to no good. What you hadn’t expected was a human to actually come to your rescue. In fact, it was the last thing that would have ever crossed your mind.

Somehow he had gotten them to leave, and somehow he had gotten you to stand on your shaky legs and began to lead you back onto the dark streets of the city. Silence followed the two of you, and you were thankful for it. You were sore and in pain from the blows and scratches the four males had inflicted on you, hunger pains hitting you with every step you took. Somehow you had ended up through the front door of this guy’s apartment, and you honestly hardly remember the walk here and you weren’t really sure if that was a good thing or not. You could hardly make eye contact with the stranger, your shyness overtaking you and causing you to stare at your bare feet that stood on cool hardwood floor. You watch out of the corner of your eye as he takes his shoes off, his attention suddenly falling back onto you as he sets them in a neat line with a few other pairs near the door. Your eyes snap back to the floor, a light sheen of crimson painting across your cheeks from his intense eyes.

“Min Yoongi.” He offers an awkward hand to you, and you stare at it blankly.


You had found out later that humans offered each other their hands and actually shook them, as a greeting. It was quite odd if you said so yourself, and you didn’t really get the point of it. Yoongi had taken care of you that night, he had bathed you since you had never seen a bathtub before, and frankly you didn’t understand half of the contraptions that were laid on the edge of the tub. He had even given you a new pair of clothes to wear, a comfy pair of sweat pants and a large white t-shirt that was a bit too long for your frame. You were comfortable though, and they were certainly a lot comfier than the raggedy, mud caked, faded old clothes you had been wearing for who knows how long. He even cut a hole in the back of the sweat pants for your tail, the fabric comfy against the soft fur. They even smelled like him, a masculine sweet sent that was very pleasant to your nose. You had never smelled something so comforting before, and at times you found yourself inhaling the scent stained on the clothing.

When a week hit of you staying with Yoongi after he had taken you in, you still didn’t fully know what his intentions were. You had never had an owner before, you weren’t really sure how it worked, or how humans worked in general. Did Yoongi want to be your owner and to take care of you? Or did he just simply feel sorry for you, and wanted to make sure you were alright before sending you back onto the streets? Honestly, the thought scared you, thinking Yoongi would throw you out to fend for yourself like before.

You had tried really hard to not get too comfortable just yet, to be sure to set the record straight with Yoongi and see what exactly was going to happen between the two of you. Your shyness always prevented the words from falling from your mouth, and silence seems to be the best conversation between you two. You two of coursed talked, small talk though, and it was always with him starting the conversation. He let you sleep in his bed, which was odd to you since you had never slept in a bed before, and didn’t know how to sleep in a bed. The first night, Yoongi had come in the following morning to get a change of clothes and snickered loudly at your sleeping form curled into a ball at the foot of the bed. He had later told you that you were apparently supposed to sleep under the covers, with your head on the pillow. You really had a hard time understanding how that was even comfortable, you really didn’t get humans at all. You didn’t like sleeping alone in the large room with the odd bed, not that you would tell Yoongi that. This ended up causing you to stray into the living room where Yoongi slept on the L shaped couch, curling into a comfortable ball at the edge of his feet. He had woken up and kicked you in the head on accident the first time, telling you that you should sleep in his bed where it was “more comfortable”, but you never listened and he seemed to be getting used to it.

That brought you to where you are now, already beginning to feel slightly comfortable and at ease in the large apartment and with the man that owned it. You were still slightly shy around him at times, but you seemed to be coming around a bit more, and Yoongi too seemed to be becoming little by little more talkative with you. Even if it had only been two weeks (two weeks and two days to be exact) since you had started to stay here with him, you were beginning to really settle in and feel more comfortable around the man. You had gotten used to his routine, (which took a little to get used to since you didn’t really like to be left alone for such a long period of time) leaving early in the morning and coming how early afternoon. He still continued to take care of you of course, and little by little you both started to understand one another more.

Today, you decided to try and do something nice for Yoongi before he came home from work, to show him thanks for taking care of you. You thought about a few things, deciding they were no good for a human, and tried to think of all the things Yoongi had taught you. He always cooked for you when he came home, no matter how tired he looked, so you decided with a proud nod to do just that for him. You had absolutely no idea what to cook though (or how to for that matter), you checked off using the stove and oven, because well you had absolutely no idea how to use it. There were too many buttons and dials, you were sure you’d break it and make Yoongi angry- which was the last thing you were trying to accomplish.

You had watched Yoongi cook dozens of times, and you knew when he made you sweets he always used the jar of white powder on the corner of the counter top first. Taking the lid off the jar, you fisted a large amount of the powder onto the counter top, a thick white dust coating the air from the impact. You looked in awe at the soft powder now coating your hand and the counter, unsure of what step came after. You scratched your cheek with your fingertips confusingly, ears twitching in thought as you decide to take both of your hands and retrieve two more fist full of the powder. You giggled to yourself as a thin cloud formed around you once again, causing you the cough just slightly. Going to drop what was in your hands onto the counter top, you miss terribly causing most of the substance to land on the floor and thin black t-shirt of Yoongi’s that you wore. Your tail moves anxiously behind you, worrying how the hell you were going to get this off of his shirt and floor before he came home. You worried that he would be mad, and you had never seen him mad before. You quickly strip yourself of the shirt and boxers you wore of Yoongi’s, noticing you somehow managed to dirty those as well. You stood completely bare in the kitchen, forgotten articles laid on the floor at your feet with powder covering both of your hands.

You had just tried to do something nice, God you hadn’t expected to make such a mess so quickly. You were in the middle of an inner dilemma with yourself when your ears perked up to the sound of the lock to the front door unlocking and the large door swinging open. You stood frozen in place as Yoongi stepped inside, not having noticed you yet as he takes his shoes off and hangs his olive colored jacket up. His eyes finally meet yours, widening as he takes in your naked form standing frozen in the kitchen. Tail and ears standing to attention, your eyes watched his in horror as he turned his back to you, ears turning a bright crimson red.

“I- where are your c-clothes?” His usual cool voice stuttered, body tensing as you took his odd tone as being angry with you.

“I-I’m sorry! I w-was trying to do something nice for you, to cook for you, and I didn’t- I didn’t think I’d make such a mess and I got powder all over your shirt and I’m so sorry I really didn’t mean to-“ Your mouth moves on its own, fear settling in as you try to explain yourself, explain the mess you had made. You were sure you ruined his shirt, ruined his kitchen somehow, and he was so angry he couldn’t look at you. Was he going to yell at you? You really didn’t think you could stand to have him raise his voice at you-

“(Y/N) it’s okay- just- remember what I said about wearing clothes?” Yoongi cuts you off, turning to face you with a hand over his eyes. You tilt your head in thought at his calm voice, trying to recall what he was talking about.

You did remember, in fact it was a human norm that Yoongi often reminded you of; to always wear clothes. It wasn’t the first time he had seen you naked, in fact this was one of many. You didn’t really understand what the big deal was, as a hybrid it’s when you felt the most like a hybrid. It was natural to your kind; it was something normal to you. But Yoongi- Yoongi reminded you constantly, every time he had seen you bare to be exact, that humans always wore clothes around others (with some exceptions, but he didn’t really get into those), and it was just something you should always do. You didn’t really understand why it was such a big deal, why it made Yoongi so flustered and embarrassed, but you had just added that to the list that you didn’t understand about humans.

“Right.” You mumble finally, watching Yoongi peek at you through his fingertips. You weren’t really sure what to do now, an awkward silence fell over the two of you, and you continued to stand there, searching for the right words.

“So you’re not m-mad at me?” Your worry had suddenly set back in, glancing at the mess surrounding you.

Yoongi, who still had a hand slung over his eyes, once again peeked through an opening in his fingers at you. He sighed heavily, hand removing from his eyes to reveal a dark tint to his cheeks as he made sure to only look at your face. He suddenly smiled slightly, one of very few smiles you had ever seen from him.

“No, I’m not mad. The flour will wash off of the clothes, don’t worry.” You let out a loud sigh of relief, feeling a slight weight lift from your shoulders. He makes his way over to you hesitantly, retrieving the fallen shirt and boxers at your feet. He sets it on the island behind you, glancing back at your face and grinning widely.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Yoongi said in his usual deep and collected voice, the blush that lined his cheeks finally beginning to fade slightly. He took your wrist gently, leading you over to the sink and turning the water to warm.

Every time Yoongi touched you, even as gentle as he was, it sent an odd feeling through your body and you weren’t sure what it was. You weren’t too familiar with your feelings in general, but you figured it was some sign of deep affection and dependence you were growing for him, a high liking that made you nervous. Even this close to Yoongi, his smooth hands cleaning the flour off of your hands, you thought he was so incredibly handsome. You had thought that, the first day he had saved you from those dog hybrids, and you continued to grow more and more surprised how handsome he was without even trying. You made up your mind that you felt deep attraction toward the man, and you weren’t sure how you felt about it.

Yoongi had successfully cleaned the flour from your hands and hair, chuckling softly as you giggle with him. He turns to look at your face once again, your tail flicking anxiously behind you as you notice how close the two of you were. The smiles fall from both of your faces, a light blush falling onto your cheeks shyly. He watches you carefully, either of you moving.

“You have flour on your cheek.” He mumbles, thumb coming up to swipe at the corner of your mouth. You say nothing, sure your tail was wagging like a piece of paper in the wind, but you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed. Yoongi’s cool breath was hitting your face, and the strong sweet masculine scent of him was entering you nose. You felt light headed, this foreign feeling alarming you just as much as the look he was giving you. You were trying not to freak out honestly, the two of you so close if you just leaned forward a bit- your noses would touch.

“Uhm. I’ll get you new clothes.” He clears his throat after a long moment, his body language turning awkward as he breaks the thick silence. Yoongi hesitantly moves around you, almost as if he hadn’t really wanted to, and disappears down the hallways that led to his room.

You could still feel your cheeks burning as you began to feel shy once again, small even, and you couldn’t help to wonder;

What were you to Yoongi?


It had been about a month now, since you had started staying with Yoongi. The two of you had grown close, very close, over the short period of time, and it was as if you’d known each other forever. You had stopped asking yourself what you were to Yoongi, well kind of. You decided he would have kicked you out if he didn’t want you here by now, if he didn’t want to take care of you, and that set your mind at ease, slightly. You were worried though, because every time Yoongi touched you (which was a lot because you just loved- no needed constant attention and when it came from Yoongi- well you really couldn’t resist) an odd feeling would enter your chest. It had really always been there, but as time went on and the more time you spent with the blonde, the feeling seemed to get stronger. You were so unfamiliar with these feelings; you weren’t really sure how to go about them. It made it worse, however, the way he looked at you. He looked at you with such soft and admirable eyes, with so much love it made you blush just thinking about it. You felt like you could really be yourself around him, and like he was really himself in front of you. You weren’t as shy around him as before, and he was a lot less quiet in front of you, which you were thankful for.

“(Y/N)?” You’re suddenly snapped back into reality from your thoughts, a smooth hand running up the expanse of your bare thigh. You laid perched up on Yoongi’s lap, head resting on his shoulder as he softly pets at your thighs and back. You hadn’t even realized you were letting out low content purrs, nuzzling further into Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Hm?” You mumble, eyes drooped slightly as they fall onto whatever was flashing on the TV.

“I asked if you were sleepy.” He chuckled, hand coming to scratch the spot he knew you loved behind your ear. Your purrs became slightly louder, tail swaying happily beside the two of your bodies.

“Yes.” You sighed, tired but not really wanting to get up and leave the comfort of Yoongi’s embrace.

Yoongi had picked up on this, figuring you weren’t planning on moving anytime soon. He scoops you up, a squeak leaving your parted lips from the surprised movement. You whine, cool air meeting your exposed legs that were snuggly snuggled in Yoongi’s warmth moments before. Long tail wrapping securely around Yoongi’s waist, you hold onto his neck, watching as you two grew closer to the bedroom door. After some maneuvering to get the door open and closed, you’re back is met with the soft familiar bedding. The long shirt you had been wearing rode up your thighs slightly from the impact of him setting you down, the panties Yoongi had gotten you (much to his embarrassment) peeking out slightly. It was nothing new, Yoongi had seen you in less than this yet his eyes still quickly looked away as a deep blush fell onto his cheeks.

“Are you going to stay with me?” You weren’t really sure why you asked, Yoongi and you had been sharing a room for weeks now, but something in the way he stepped toward his closet to change made doubt settle into your veins.

“Of course.” He says finally, after clearing his throat and returning with a pair of sweat pants and thin shirt on. His cheeks were almost back to their normal color, but you watched with a pout as he seemed to avoid looking at you.

“Yoongi.” You whined, scooting up onto your knees to get closer to him. Yoongi’s large t-shirt fell slightly from one of your shoulders, watching as the male pulls the covers back and moves to lay down.

“Hm?” He mumbles, looking as if he were trying to get comfortable but not making any move to look at you. You didn’t like it at all, it made you feel like he was ignoring you even though he really wasn’t.

You watch as he lays back, eyes closed with his head falling onto the pillows and his arms coming up to rest behind his head. You wanted attention, more importantly Yoongi’s attention. You were still trying to understand humans, to understand Yoongi. You didn’t like that every time he saw your bare skin he seemed to pull away from you, like all the progress the two of you made throughout these weeks was out the window. Yoongi still reminded you that being naked was indecent and it wasn’t something humans did, but you still just didn’t really understand what the big deal was. You still had a hard time remembering that, to understand it really, but you had been really trying to follow this rule and keep Yoongi from pushing away from you.

“I’m sorry.” You say sadly, crawling over to his laying form and straddling his hips, before you even really realized or processed what you had done. Yoongi’s eyes snap open in alarm, his eyes meeting yours in a look that sends a blush to rise to your cheeks. A deep blush mirrors onto his face, and you suddenly realized this wasn’t the best idea to get Yoongi’s attention.

You move off of him quickly, not even waiting to hear a reply from him as you curl into a small ball on the other side of the bed, face burning and heart racing with your back to him. After a long moment you hear him shuffling around, and you worry he was going to leave and sleep on the couch like he used to. To your relief, the sound of the bedside lamp was clicked off, darkness swallowing the room.

You couldn’t help feeling slightly upset, the hybrid in you craving for attention, for the attention of your owner- or whatever Yoongi was to you. It was more than that though, more than just liking Yoongi’s company, you liked Yoongi (a lot), you depended on him, depended on him in ways you hadn’t realized before. You wanted to say something, apologize for- well whatever you had done. You were too shy though, and you grew angry at yourself, thinking you were over feeling that way in front of him. You felt small and uncomfortable, the air in the room thick, but you tried, you really tired, to ignore it and just fall asleep.


It had been about a half hour or an hour, you guessed, and you couldn’t fall asleep. You couldn’t fall asleep thinking Yoongi was mad at you, couldn’t imagine closing your eyes and drifting off into sleep while you were so far away- not being close enough to him. You were so used to curling up in his arms, it felt really odd to not be. You hated yourself for seeming so needy- knowing it was the hybrid in you that craved for Yoongi because he gave you everything you needed (maybe even more for that matter).

You couldn’t take it anymore, sitting up and quietly trying to make your way over to where Yoongi laid comfortable. Eyes shut, you were sure he was asleep, which made you feel slightly better because he couldn’t deny you then, right? You push your head lightly into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar safe scent as you finish curling your body into his. Legs tangling with his, hands bawling into his shirt as you finally begin to feel comfortable. Warmth radiates from Yoongi’s body, causing soft purrs to spew from deep within your throat. With Yoongi’s scent and warmth surrounding you comfortably, you felt at home as your tail began to lightly sway on its own in pure contentment. You found your tongue poking out and licking the smooth sweet skin on Yoongi’s neck, and before you can even register what you had done might be a bit odd to humans, a deep groan falls from Yoongi’s sleeping form. You freeze, tongue frozen on the skin as an arm is circled around your waist suddenly, worried you had woken him- that you’d had been caught.

Though as you peered up at his face, you saw his eyes were still closed, soft breaths leaving his parted lips. You return to his neck, the tip of your tongue going back to work on his neck as soft quiet purrs began to once again bubble out from your throat. You just had to keep going, the sudden urge to claim him as yours- the sudden feeling of possessiveness sending an odd shock through your body. The thought of someone else being even near him, touching him-

“(Y/N)?” A deep voice laced with sleep rang through your ears, and you suddenly freeze- knowing this time you really had woken Yoongi up.

“What are you doing?” He sounded half asleep still, voice not really taking on any emotion except for a hint of curiosity.

“I-I was j-just-“ How the hell were you supposed to explain why you were licking his neck? You were so embarrassed- not really sure how to explain that this was how cat hybrids showed affection- possessiveness-

He was looking at you, a look that was filled with question but softness. You were at a loss of words, ears lying flat atop of your head, not really sure how to explain yourself, and you found that happening quite often in Yoongi’s presence.

“I’m sorry.” You said quietly, sounding so small. You hadn’t realized you were basically on top of Yoongi, and you found it in yourself to not really care at the moment, just keeping your face hidden in his neck.

“You don’t have to apologize.” He chuckled deeply, securing his arm once again around your waist to keep you close. It was such a Yoongi thing to say- leaving the thick wonder if it was okay or if it really wasn’t. You decided not to say anything, to try and snuggle even closer to him. He squeezed you tighter, his other hand running up and down your exposed thigh sending your heart to pick up slightly. You found yourself calming down and purring yet again, even as his hand skimmed a bit too high.


“Yoongi!” You yell, frustration lacing through your veins. You stood on the tips of your toes, trying, really trying your hardest to reach the bag of shrimp chips that were, for some reason, in the top cabinet that you couldn’t reach.

Yoongi suddenly appears, towel around his hips with damp hair. His chest was bare, and although you had stolen a few peeks at Yoongi while he was changing shirts before, you had never seen his full bare chest in perfect sight before. For some reason, it sent heat to your face, Yoongi seeming to be unfazed.

“Yeah?” He asked, watching you look over your shoulder at him, an almost relieved sigh leaving his lips as he confirms nothing was wrong. Yoongi had nearly fallen hurrying out of the bathroom from the sound of his name being called loudly, worried something had happened to you. But there you stood, only wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties (which wasn’t exactly new), your tail swaying almost annoyingly fast, ass on full display as you continued to reach up for something on the top shelf of the cabinet. You were driving him crazy really, always walking around like that, wearing his clothes.

He sighs, trying to ignore how good you looked like that, in his t-shirt, he reminded himself again, making his way over and reaching up to grab the bag you had been trying to get. Handing you the chips, he turns away, completely ignoring you and making his way back to his room to change. You stood there dumbfounded, afraid you had annoyed him or made him angry.

“Yoongi!” You whined, scurrying after him. You entered your shared room, finding him picking out his clothes.

“A-are you mad at me?” You said in a small voice, standing close to the door as if you weren’t sure if you should enter or not. He doesn’t turn to look at you, simply shuffling around his drawers.

“No, (Y/N). I’m not mad.” He sighs, glancing at you for a moment.

“Then, why won’t you look at me?” You mumble, your anxiousness causing your tail to sway quickly behind you.

“Because you drive me fucking crazy!” He suddenly shouts, causing you to jump as he looks at you with a fire now burning in his eyes.

“W-what?” You say shakily, not understand what he was saying. He runs a hand over his face in frustration, and you decide you had definitely done something wrong, something to anger him. Your ears fall flat atop your head, an odd feeling entering your stomach as you wonder what will happen next. You had never seen Yoongi mad before, you didn’t know what to expect.

“You drive me crazy (Y/N). You just don’t get it.” He huffs, beginning to pace the floor as if he were in thought. You were beyond confused. What had you possibly done to drive him crazy?

“I-I don’t understand.” You were really trying, you still didn’t have the hang of these human norms, had you done something that you shouldn’t have to make him mad and you didn’t even know?

“I know you don’t! I just- I can’t.” He sat on the edge of the bed, setting his head in his hands as if he were in defeat. You were startled, and worried. You had no idea what you did, or how to fix it. All you knew was that you didn’t like that look on Yoongi’s face, at all. And to think that you caused it, really pained you.

“I’m sorry.” That was the thing you said when you did something wrong, right? You thought it was fitting, and really you had no idea what else to say.

“I don’t want you to apologize.” His voice is muffled by his hands, and you felt a sinking feeling enter your stomach.

You felt so unbelievable anxious, as you began to creep over to the other side of the bed. You sit a bit away from him on your knees, tail wrapping around your waist to comfort yourself. You yearned to reach out and touch Yoongi- to nuzzle into his neck and have him hold you. You had decided a few weeks ago, after you had finally come to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to just kick you out- that this was permanent- that you in fact liked Yoongi, you liked Yoongi a lot. It scared you, because it wasn’t in the way you thought a hybrid should feel toward their owner. But Yoongi had never referred to himself as your owner. He didn’t really seem like the type to do so, not knowing if you’d be comfortable with that title. He seemed to always take everything at your pace, but maybe that was the problem.

You inched your way to Yoongi’s sitting form, hand pawing at his back to test the waters right now. He didn’t more, at all, so you took that as an okay to move closer. The tip of your tail brushed against his still bare back, your body trying to maneuver so you could nuzzle into his neck. You settled with resting into his side, soft long tail now wrapped comfortingly around his slim waist. Nuzzling your nose into the crook of Yoongi’s still bent over neck, you licked at the skin softy, apologetically. The position was awkward- not comfortable for surely either one of you- but you didn’t want to move, didn’t want to move from the warmth of Yoongi as you tried to comfort him.

“I’m sorry…” You whispered again, voice muffled from Yoongi’s skin. You continued to offer soft kitten-like licks to his neck, suddenly feeling his body moving and you worried you had made his anger worse from your display of comfort you were trying to offer.

“(Y/N), I-I-“ He looked at you, giving you a look of complete desperation. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but the words seemed to get stuck in his throat. He helped you move into his lap, letting you snuggle into him like you usually did.

“I really can’t take it anymore (Y/N)…” He whispered, hand petting up and down your back. You whined, still not understand what he was talking about- what he was trying to say.

“Can’t take w-what? Me?” You suddenly had the alarming thought. Were you too much for Yoongi? Had you really been a burden- an annoyance to him- this whole time and you hadn’t even realized?

“Yes, you- but you just- you just don’t understand.” He sounded defeated- sad even, like he didn’t really know what to do.

“T-then make me understand.” You were getting upset, feeling like you were being blamed for something you didn’t even know you did. You were trying to be patient, trying to let him talk, but he was really confusing you, and you wished he would just spit out whatever he was trying to say. A gush of air left his lips, and you were suddenly being turned around in his lap with careful hands.

You stared into your favorite pair of eyes, watching as they glazed over with admiration and love. Your breath was suddenly caught in your throat, caught off guard from how close the two of you were. You could see the small fine details of his face, and you couldn’t help the warm feeling that swelled into your chest from how handsome he was. Your eyes widen on reflex, watching in shock as the space between the two of you seemed to be disappearing by the second. Was Yoongi going to-

Then it happened- soft plump lips were pushed against your own, and you found yourself freezing, not knowing what to do. You had never kissed someone before, you had never even come close- so you honestly had no idea what to do. Yoongi’s eyes were squeezed shut, as if he were worried you’d reject him- tell him to get away from you- but you honestly couldn’t help melting into him a bit more, even if you just sat there not really responding because you had no idea what you were doing, but you liked it, a lot. He pulled away suddenly, eyes opening slowly to look into your wide ones.

“I shouldn’t have done that, I-I’m sorry.” You had never seen such a shattered look on him before. You had never seen him look so defensive- so nervous.

You pouted, not liking the look on his face and not liking the warmth that had left your lips. You leapt forward a bit- lips falling onto his roughly. A loud purr erupts from your throat, a fuzzy feeling wrapping around the warmth Yoongi was making you feel. A noise of surprise fell from Yoongi’s mouth, your lips swallowing it up as his hands come up to grip your waist to prevent either one of you from falling over. You licked at his lips, the hybrid in you suddenly standing on edge. He let you be for a little, letting you lick and kiss at his lips before pulling away to laugh lowly.

“Here- like this.” He grinned slightly, before bringing his lips back onto yours. You really couldn’t believe how soft Yoongi’s lips were- how perfect they felt and fit with yours. You let him do all the work- you let him lead the kiss and show you what to do. This kiss felt more natural- more human. And you felt okay with this, okay with being this close. Closer than usual, in this different way. You didn’t mind him kissing you, in fact you liked it- a lot- probably more than you should have. You wanted to tell yourself this was wrong, that this was stepping over some unknown boundary of hybrid and owner, but Yoongi had never set those boundaries, and maybe this was why. You felt happy, loved, and you knew from this point forward, you were falling for this man, and you were okay with it.


Since that night, Yoongi and you had grown even closer. In fact, the two of you shared kisses quite often, and as time went on, they seemed to be getting more and more heated. There had been a few times you had subconsciously began to grind down in Yoongi’s lap, a few groans being passed between the two of you until he would stop you, face flushed and looking nervous. This was all so new to you, the feelings you were feeling, the new side of Yoongi- you were really trying to get used to it. You loved it though, you loved how much affection Yoongi was showing you lately, and you loved how much you were learning about him.

You really liked learning more about Yoongi. You liked that he didn’t need to whisper all of his deepest secrets into your ear because you felt like you could see into his heart- see who he truly was behind all of the fronts he put up in front of others. You found that really special, and maybe it was just the hybrid in you that made you pick up on small details, but you seemed to really be able to pick up on how Yoongi was feeling without him even telling you. You had never really thought about it before, but Yoongi didn’t treat you like you were some hybrid pet that didn’t have feelings. He truly cared about you, about your wellbeing and your feelings. And you had never had someone like that in your life before.

It was rough sometimes, when Yoongi was away at work and you longed for him. Your mind was always on constant thought of- well, everything, but it seemed that it went into overdrive once he was gone. You thought about so many things, always having to do with Yoongi, and you really just wanted him there with you, holding you and kissing you, but you didn’t want to be selfish (maybe). You couldn’t help starting to wondered if this was what humans called love.

“(Y/N)! I’m home.” Your ears instantly perking up at the familiar voice, feet springing off of the windowsill that you had comfortably been curled up on. You raced toward the door, catching Yoongi just as he hung his coat up, and dove straight into his arms. He chuckled deeply, offering a sweet kiss to one of your ears. It twitched at the feeling, a purr escaping past your lips.

“Missed you.” You breathed out, reaching out, not waiting for a reply, as you grip his shirt and kiss him wetly. His warmth and scent instantly filled your body, and the two of you melt into one another. He grips your waist, your tail snaking around one of his arms to keep him close. Yoongi lets out a shaky breath as you begin to lick into his mouth, tongues meeting passionately.

“Baby, I need to get changed.” He mumbled against your mouth, the name sending a jolt through your body. He had been calling you that a lot lately, and it honestly made your insides feel like they had liquefied.

You pout, following closely behind him as he enters both of your shared room. You move to sit on the bed, waiting patiently until he was done getting changed so he could give you more attention. You watch him disappear into his closet, leaving the door cracked as he begins to get undress. As soon as the sight of his bare back muscles enters your line of vision, you looked away feeling a weird sensation enter your body. Luckily, he returned rather quickly, because the urge to look began to eat away at your consciousness.

“Where were we?” He smiles, taking a seat next to you on the bed to have you scurry onto his lap to reattach your lips. You didn’t think you would ever get tired of the feeling of Yoongi’s lips, you honestly wished you could kiss him forever. Your tail was swaying behind the two of you in excitement, the kiss growing more heated.

Wondering hands began to wonder, which wasn’t anything new, and you found yourself grinding down into his lap in want and need. You didn’t really know for what; you were so inexperienced you sort of just let your instincts and Yoongi guide you. A deep groan erupts from Yoongi’s chest, his hands moving down to grip your hips. You pout to yourself in your mind, knowing this was usually when Yoongi would stop you, pull away, and you really just wanted to keep kissing him.

But he didn’t.

You were pleasantly surprised really, your excitement obvious as you grip his shoulders tighter and grind a bit more eagerly into his lap. It isn’t long that you start to feel something odd against your ass, it didn’t really take you long to connect the dots either, Yoongi watching you carefully the whole time with half hooded eyes. You weren’t dumb, as much as it had seemed, you were just simply inexperienced- but you got the basic idea of things. You were quite honestly feeling embarrassed now. You didn’t really know what to do, if you should continue or stop, even though you really didn’t want to. Yoongi could sense your reluctance, your confusion and hesitation, and he simply gripped your hips a bit tighter, reassuringly.

“Keep going.” He said deeply, breathlessly. He was trying to help steer you in the right direction, to make you comfortable and offer some reassurance to ease your on edge nerves.

“Yoongi.” You nearly meowed, feeling yourself getting wet as he helped guide your hips to continue.

“Your tail’s moving really fast.” He observes, obviously trying to calm the thick air that had surrounded the two of you. You scoffed, but nonetheless cracked a small smile.

You didn’t really know how far this was going to go, you were willing to test the waters because it was Yoongi and you knew he’d never hurt you. You were incredibly nervous though, not wanting to mess something up and make Yoongi uncomfortable or freaked out. You had decided that you really liked the way Yoongi’s hands felt on you, and you decided that you really liked the groans he was letting out every time you would grind down just a bit harder on his hard bulge.

“I-I don’t really know what I’m doing I don’t-“You paused because his hard dick pressed tentatively against your clit and you actually let out a moan- which sounded more of a purr than anything.

“It’s okay, I’m here. I’ll help you.” His voice seemed to have dropped even lower, the deep sensual sound causing your body to jolt, tail standing tall and on alert.

You suddenly realized that Yoongi was letting you do what you wanted. Not forcing you, not asking you any questions, letting you take it as far as you wanted. He was letting you stop when you wanted, letting you pick what was okay and what wasn’t. The sheer thought has you soaking the panties you wore more, the thought of Yoongi taking care of you-

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you how beautiful you are.” He mumbles after releasing a heavy groan that shook into your body as well. His words made you blush, you were sure even your ears that were covered in fur had turned red in color, the compliment making your heart swell.

A large hand is suddenly running up the expanse of fur on your tail and- oh god- you jolt forward, the sensation setting your nerves on fire. the moan you let out was so obscene, Yoongi had groaned along with you. Chills ran down your spine- and if only you had known your tail was so sensitive- Yoongi continues to dig his fingers gently into the fur on your tail, running them up and down it and causing moan after moan to spill from your lips. Each time he got to the tip, your body would jolt, causing your hips to grind down even harder on Yoongi’s jean clad dick.

Yoongi.” The sound that comes out with his name is really ridiculous- and you just wanted his hands everywhere- you really couldn’t take it anymore.

You dive off of him, landing on the large empty space next to him on the bed- ass sticking high in the air. You wore your usual attire- this time a large hoodie of Yoongi’s that now pooled in a heap of red just below your breast, white panties exposed with a large wet spot in the middle. The sight was absolutely enticing to Yoongi, mouth agape and watching as your tail moves back and forth as if to lure him in. Your chest was heaving- so worked up from just that- but you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed right now.

“I- are you s-sure?” When had he stood up? You hadn’t even realized he had moved, so caught up in your most definitely inappropriate thoughts.

“Yes!” You say annoyed, wanting him to touch you right now. You felt like everything was moving so fast but not fast enough at the same time, you just wanted Yoongi to keep making you feel things you hadn’t before.

“Baby- lay on your back.” He says after taking in your needy form. He had never seen you like this before, and god did he love it.

You huffed, hated laying on your back because you could never get comfortable because of your tail, but you listened nonetheless. You watch him carefully, your hybrid instincts wanting nothing more than to be mated- to be fully claimed as Yoongi’s. The thought made you lightheaded, and you started to feel nervous. You watched with alert eyes as Yoongi stripped himself of his t-shirt, leaving his chest bare and as many times as you’d seen him shirtless- you still couldn’t help but stare.

You watched his suddenly nervous movements, seeming to falter under your gaze. It made you yourself slightly nervous, because you had no idea what the hell you were doing, and you needed Yoongi to lead you. You reached from him, and he thankfully comes over and towers over your smaller frame. You touched everywhere really, anywhere your hands could make skin on skin contact. You had touched Yoongi’s bare skin a few times, but never like this, never for this long. You were entranced by the smoothness, how pale and soft his skin was. You hadn’t even realized he was watching you, watching carefully and even offering a small grin when you finally realized.

“I like touching you.” You said as you thought, not realizing the filter in your brain hadn’t sorted that out as staying just a thought-

“I like when you touch me.” Before you had anytime to even be embarrassed he was replying easily, like he didn’t even need to think about the words.

“I like when you touch me, and kiss me.” You said again without thinking, being honest, as you run your hands down his shoulders to his back, feeling the skin heat up under your touch.

“I like you.” The words set a different fire in your body, instead of raising the heat of being mated- of being completely wrecked by this beautiful male above you- a new fire of complete admiration and affection burned. The atmosphere had changed, changed from the heated, neediness, to a calm caring, loving air. You didn’t really know if he meant the words the way you wanted him too- the way you would have meant them if you had said them yourself. You decided you didn’t want to ask- not yet- because his confession meant he at least felt something toward you, right? And that was enough for you right now.

“I like you too.” You found yourself mumble back, seeming fitting to say it back since it was true.

A large grin was plastered onto his face then, and he reached down to kiss you gently. You gripped his arms because you felt like you were falling, your head was spinning, and you just wanted Yoongi to be everywhere. He continues to kiss you, and there was so much emotion in the kiss it really wasn’t helping your spinning head. You feel slick fingers at the hem of the hoodie you wore, and the two of you broke apart so he could take the unnecessary garment out of the way. He scanned your naked chest, for the first time, since he always got so flustered when he had seen you naked. You guessed being naked was a bigger deal to Yoongi than you, which was okay.

You were beginning to get nervous, you really didn’t know what to expect, but you really tried to tell yourself that you had Yoongi here with you, and he’d never hurt you. You felt the sudden shock of a tongue lapping at your neck, just like you usually did with Yoongi, and it was enough to send a loud moan out of your mouth. Besides licking he sucked at the thin skin, and you arched slightly into him, not even realizing your tail had wrapped around his waist and you had started to purr once again. You really didn’t think you should have been this worked up so easily, but it was Yoongi- and he definitely knew how to make you feel good.

Yoongi’s hand snakes down your body, nerves standing on edge because honestly, he was so nervous. He didn’t want to hurt you, didn’t want to do something that you wouldn’t like. His hand rubs at the skin on your stomach above your panties, muscles jumping to attention. Yoongi continued to pepper kisses along your shoulder, collarbone, and neck, hand finally skimming the top of your panties as he begins to carefully pull them down. You lift your hips, eager- cool air hitting your wet heat and causing your thighs to subconsciously close on their own. Moving down your body cautiously, Yoongi made sure to maintain eye contact with you in case you showed any sign of resentment. You didn’t of course, looking innocent and ready for whatever Yoongi had in mind.

Your insides felt like they were waiting to spark alive, watching anxiously as Yoongi’s face is level with your heat. His cool breath continued to make you shiver, his eyes searching yours for one last time for any resentment as opens your legs. Tongue coming out to kitten lick your clit, you shudder as pleasure courses through your body. You had never felt something like this before, and really it was so overwhelming.

Yoongi didn’t exactly give you time to process what was going on- what was about to happen- already beginning to lick and suck your folds and clit into his mouth. You were so wet- tasted so sweet- Yoongi was really going to lose his mind. You find your fingers weaving into the soft blonde locks of his hair, not realizing how hard you were gripping it until you felt the pleasure of Yoongi’s mouth disappear.

“You’re going to rip my hair out.” He was looking at you, smugly, and you honestly hadn’t really heard what he had said. Chest heaving up and thoughts scattered.

He decided to not wait for a reply, which you were thankful for because you were honestly sure you had forgotten how to speak. He continues to do his previous actions, sending such intense pleasure through your body, moans falling from your lips so loudly, you felt like your whole body was on fire. With your head tilted back, you were sure it was going to snap off from how fast you looked back up, feeling the sudden pressure of a cool finger against your entrance. He rubbed the tip of his finger teasingly against you, watching as you moved your hips toward him.

“Are you sure?” You were surprised he hadn’t asked you sooner, the uneasiness in his voice obvious even though he tried to mask it. You moaned in response, nodding quickly.

“Please.” You groaned, surprised by the voice that met your ears. It was music to Yoongi’s, and you suddenly feel the intrusion of his finger, your hole seeming to open up and welcome it. He gaped at your pussy, watching as you seemed to swallow up his finger, begging for more. Yoongi wanted to be careful though- would force himself to go slow and easy unless you asked otherwise. He couldn’t live with himself if he hurt you-

“Yoongi- more.” Your hips were grinding down onto his finger, and he was honestly (yet pleasantly) surprised.

He didn’t really know how hybrids worked sexually, he really knew little about hybrids in general, but you were helping him learn, and it surely seemed like hybrids didn’t need as much prepping as humans did. He didn’t question it- question you- because he figured you wouldn’t know, since you were so innocent and inexperienced. That was okay- in fact Yoongi liked it, a lot, because he felt like you were his, and his only. He cautiously adds another finger, feeling once again your wet heat swallow up the finger in want. He was in awe really, by the way you seemed to stretch and be ready for him already, the noises you were making, and how wet you were-

Yoongi found himself groaning, cock jumping in the confinements of his too tight jeans. He pumped the fingers gently inside of you, listening to the obscene sounds your heat made with each one. Your body was in complete pleasure, the intensity of it leaving you dazed. It was too much and not enough at the same time, and Yoongi seemed to be agreeing because with one last pump of his fingers and a sharp suck to your clit, he was standing to his feet, pants and boxers quickly laid forgot with your clothes around his feet on the floor. His cock stood tall and proud, precum leaking from the tip from watching you fall apart from such little action. Yoongi was thick, and you really didn’t know how that was going to fit inside of you, but you decided to stay calm and let Yoongi take control, to finally mate and claim you.

Already missing the remnants of Yoongi’s touches, you’re thankful when he climbs back on his rightful place atop you, staring into your eyes as your ears twitch unknowingly. He had gotten so use to you being a hybrid, he sometimes completely forgot you had cat ears and a tail. He loved the soft fur that lined them, especially loving it at times like now when your tail tangled back around his waist when he had finally been back into your reach, the soft fur tickling his skin. He watched you for a long moment, watched how your chest heaved and how your hair fell just slightly on your face. He watched the peaceful look you gave him, the loving purrs still falling from deep within your throat. You really were a beautiful creature, and he didn’t know what he had done to deserve someone as amazing as you. He loved how different you were, how caring you were (and God were you caring), and just how much you were an amazing person all the way around. There were so many things he loved about you, so many things that had made him fall in love with you, and he really just couldn’t stop his heart swelling as he looked at you in that moment. He really hoped you understood, just a little, how much he loved you, how much he needed you- Yoongi really wasn’t good with words. He hoped after this moment, you’d understand him just a little bit more, understand his feelings, since he had never really set them straight with you.

You paw at his chest, watching Yoongi seem to fall into deep thought as he stares at you, your desire for him growing more. He smiles at you, gripping his cock and moving to position himself at your entrance. He had slightly forgotten how hard he was, and honestly it was beginning to hurt as he took the sight of your body in again. Bending down to kiss your lips one last time, he begins to carefully, ease his aching cock into your entrance. The groan he lets out goes straight to your core, the sound so enticing- you wanted to hear it more. A slight burn was met as Yoongi pushed into you, but your heat welcomed Yoongi’s cock, much like his fingers. It didn’t hurt at all, luckily, it felt so good you actually found yourself moaning so loudly, your head shook.

This, this was much different than Yoongi’s previous actions. In fact, it felt so much better, more intimate and passionate. Your heart swelled at the thought of finally becoming Yoongi’s- the thought of him mating you, and being everywhere all at ones- your legs went to his hips, pulling his body the rest of the away onto you along with his cock inside of you. He moaned at the feeling, elbows on either side of your head as he began to take that as an okay to slightly move his cock back and forth. You instantly nuzzled into his neck, breath coming out shaky and hard as you begin to lick at your usual spot, at times accidently nipping when he went just a little deeper than before. He groaned above you, obviously not minding, and you were more than happy to continue- to mark him as yours.

“Yoongi!” A shout falls from your lips as he picks up the pace, holding you tightly and licking at the fur surrounding your ear. You were sure you stopped breathing then, until you felt a few wet fingers toying with your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, body shaking slightly from the intenseness of everything.

“I love when you moan my name.” Yoongi’s voice sounded deep, hoarse and dry as he pounded into you. Your tail and legs squeezed tighter around him at his words, your hands moving to fist into his hair for something to hold onto. You felt an odd sensation in your stomach, a feeling that was starting to become too overwhelming, and you squeezed your eyes shut body going tense as your orgasm hits you like a train.

Yoongi!” You scream, not even realizing how loud your voice had become. Body going completely numb as you’re sent into a storm of incredible pleasure. Yoongi continues to thrust into you, helping you ride out your orgasm as he holds you tightly in his arms, groaning loudly from how tight you had suddenly become.

“Oh god, (Y/N).” Yoongi’s orgasm shatters through his body as he shutters, cumming inside of you.

He falls onto you after a moment, face buried in the crook of your neck as he tries to catch his breath. You’re pretty sure you couldn’t move, not that’d you want to. That was absolutely amazing, and you find yourself combing your fingers through Yoongi’s hair as he tries to catch his breath. For some reason you became incredible nervous after what had just happened, not knowing of what would come next. Anxiety overloaded your body causing your tail to sway uneasily to your side, and with each swat, it lightly hits Yoongi in the side, a huffed groan vibrating through your skin as he shuffles onto his forearms to look at you.

His fringe was sweaty, and clung to his forehead. He somehow still looked absolutely breathtaking, even looking completely fucked out. You couldn’t help the sour look that crossed your face, waiting, just waiting for him to say something- to break the thick silence as it began to cloud into the room. He didn’t though, seeming much more entranced with gazing at you, a small satisfied smile laying onto his features.

“What?” You asked suddenly self-consciously. He leans down to brush his lips against your cheek, the action making you blush slightly.

“Nothing.” You weren’t sure if he was being honest or not, but you figured you’d let it go for now.


Since that day, Yoongi and you had had sex- a lot. Yoongi had corrected you when you had called it mating, saying that just sounded a bit weird and that wasn’t what humans called it. You didn’t understand, like usual, not really getting what else there was to call it. He had told you, you two were making love, and the words had sent your whole body on alert. That had been the first time Yoongi had really given you an insight on his feelings, which had caused you to stutter and asked why he would call it that.

“That’s what you’d call it if two people were trying to show how much they loved each other, don’t you think?” You had accidently swatted him clear in the face with your tail, having been perched comfortable on his lap, unknown emotions filling your body. You were pretty sure he had basically just confessed he loved you, and you realized you hadn’t given him a proper answer because you were well- in shock.

“Yeah, that’s sounds about right.” After a long pause you had made your mind up, settling on confessing your own feelings along with finally confirming your own with yourself. But the feelings were mutual, and that alone made you so happy you found yourself leaning in to kiss him.

“What took you so long?” You groaned playfully, curling further into his body, just trying to get closer. And you came to the final conclusion that you were happy here with Yoongi, that he had found you. You were okay with how things were right now, and how things had turned out.

You realized, sitting there, listening to the beating of Yoongi’s steady heartbeat that it didn’t matter how long the two of you had known each other. It didn’t matter that you may have not known every single thing about him, because you had time to learn, and you could hear what was really important, you could hear the silent unspoken words in his heart, and that was what really mattered.


A/N: Thank you so much to the anon that requested this, I really hope you and everyone liked it. This took me forever to write for some reason, I kept having writers block so bad because I’ve never written anything like it before, and I kept staring over because I thought it sucked, but it’s finally done! Once I got a good idea of where I wanted the story to go, I actually had a lot of fun writing it (maybe a little too much). It’s a lot longer than I expected too. I actually got a lot of inspiration from the song Hear Your Heart by James Bay (hence the title), and if you’ve never heard it, I highly recommend it! It’s one of my favorite songs, and it really gave me a good idea of where I wanted this story to go. Anyways, I really hope everyone liked it, and I’d love to here what you thought.

thesun.co.uk
1D star Louis Tomlinson rekindles romance with ex-girlfriend Eleanor Calder
LOUIS TOMLINSON has rekindled his romance with former girlfriend Eleanor Calder after they secretly reunited in Los Angeles. The ONE DIRECTION singer and the fashion blogger’s reconnection comes tw…

LOUIS TOMLINSON has rekindled his romance with former girlfriend Eleanor Calder after they secretly reunited in Los Angeles.

The ONE DIRECTION singer and the fashion blogger’s reconnection comes two years after they called time on their three-year relationship.

And the pair are clearly desperate to spend as much time as possible together.

Londoner Eleanor even bailed on a high-profile fashion event — the original reason she was in LA — to be with her on/off love.

Our source tells us: “Louis and Eleanor spent a lot of time in Los Angeles together this month.

“They had a really special three years together and they have found it quite easy to find that spark between them again.”

“It’s early days but they are an item again.

“Eleanor was flown to Los Angeles for a huge TOMMY HILFIGER fashion event as she works with the label as a blogger.

“She was supposed to appear alongside big names like GIGI HADID and LADY GAGA.

“But last minute she dropped out of attending because she didn’t want to leave Louis’ side.

“They had a really special three years together and they have found it quite easy to find that spark between them again.”

A lot has happened since the couple were last together.

After their split in March 2015, Louis was spotted with a number of different women on wild nights out.

Close pal JAMES CORDEN even said of Louis’ party lifestyle after he became single: “Right now, you are putting a shift in.”

But a few months later in July, it emerged Louis was to become a father for the first time with US stylist Briana Jungwirth.

Son Freddie arrived in January last year, just after Louis started dating US actress DANIELLE CAMPBELL.

But they split at the end of last year, shortly after the death of Louis’ mum Johannah Deakin from leukaemia, aged 43.

The source added: “Eleanor was very close to Johannah and was even maid of honour at her 2014 wedding to husband Dan.

“No doubt she will have been devastated by her passing and keen to show Louis support.”

Louis has been busy in Los Angeles for the past few weeks, promoting his solo song Just Hold On with STEVE AOKI.

But on Thursday he nearly let slip his new romance when he headed out in a distinctive hoodie, which Eleanor had also been snapped wearing.

Well, if you are going to date a style icon, we guess it’s only fair that you raid their wardrobe from time to time.

I'VE BEEN SEEING A CRAP TON OF MYSTIC MESSENGER EVERYWHEEEEREEEEE BUT IT LOOKS COOL

Hi, I’m new to Mystic Messenger!

Sooo, I found a let’s play sort of thing and I’ve just watched the first chatroom and thought I’d share my first impressions on the characters with you.

If you’re a Mystic Messenger fan, you’ll probably find it kinda funny since I’ll probably get a lot wrong.

So read on…

Jumin:

‌• Kinda has this facial expression that’s like your grandparents when you try to explain to them how to use their smartphones but they aren’t getting it.

‌• Dresses classy as heck

‌• Looks like he stepped out of an old black and white film.

‌• He’s clearly rich.

‌• Crazy cat lady alert

‌• Probably had tea with the queen of England once

Zen:

‌• Kinda scary with those red eyes

‌• I wouldn’t want to leave him alone with anything important, I don’t trust him.

‌• Smug little smile there

‌• Ponytail

‌• If he went outside while it was snowing, you’d never see him again, he’d just camouflage and you’d lose him.

707:

‌• If a hipster and a gamer drank a crapton of carrot juice and then had a kid, it would look like 707.

‌• Abuses the term ‘lol’. I’m not even joking, he uses it like 50xs in 3 sentences, there needs to be an intervention.

‌• Internet troll/hacker

‌• Laughs at his own jokes even when no one else does

‌• Probably lives in like one room with the blinds closed.

‌• Coolest looking out of them all tho

‌• Secretly wants to steal Jumin’s cat

‌• I bet he likes memes

V:

‌• Does he ever take those sunglasses off? Has anyone ever seen his eyes? Does he even have eyes?

‌• Dan Howell pastel edit.

‌• Too cool for school

‌• Still got teen angst

‌• So dang skinny

Yoosung:

‌• 100% sure Juuzou from Tokyo Ghoul is his evil twin.

‌• He’s definitely the happy optimist

‌• Precious cinnamon roll

‌• I bet he has a tragic past he doesn’t deserve

‌• I didn’t know guys even wore barrettes

Jaehee:

‌• I thought she was a guy at first?

‌• How do you pronounce her name? Jay-hee? Jah-hee? Yay-hee? Yah-hee? Yahoo search?

‌• The smart one that wears glasses

‌• No messing around or beating around the bush kind of lady

‌• Bet you 50 bucks she has a briefcase

‌• I bet you another 50 bucks she’s smacked Zen over the head with said briefcase


Aaaaand those are the only characters I’ve met so far. Will update if you guys think my interpretations are funny and want more of this. XD

#cuddles #weasleys #blushing

Prompts: @hermione-omega-annabeth
Author: @queenofthyme

Draco felt out of place. His platinum blonde hair stood out amongst the sea of red. He had met so many Weasleys in the space of twenty minutes that he couldn’t even remember a single name.

Harry had left him alone as soon as they’d arrived so he had been forced to introduce himself awkwardly to all the Weasley cousins. They all seemed to know who he was already. And not in the usual he’s a death eater kind of way, but in a giggling oh, you’re that Draco kind of way.

It made him wonder what Harry had told them and if he’d mentioned…the incident. Draco had been friends with Harry for most of eighth year, and in love with him for most of his teenage life. And two weeks ago, one of his wildest dreams had come true – Harry had kissed him.

They’d been sneaking down to the kitchens late at night in Harry’s invisibility cloak when Draco had accidentally knocked into a suit of armor and brought about a racket enough to wake everyone in the castle up. Knowing a teacher wouldn’t be far away, and not trusting the invisibility cloak to save them, they’d dashed into the first broom cupboard they could find, both stifling their laughter.

Draco hardly had time to consider the situation they’d gotten themselves into, particularly the proximity of Harry’s body to him in the small space, when Harry had leaned up and kissed him. Just like that. No warning. Draco’s face flared red immediately of course. Harry Potter was kissing him. And Draco was – at least he hoped, he was a little too dazed to concentrate properly – kissing him back.

It was perfect.

But then the door had swung open and a hand pulled the invisibility cloak off him – the teachers weren’t stupid – so they’d stopped. And they hadn’t talked about it since.

Harry was acting exactly the same as before, as if nothing had happened. And Draco didn’t know what to make of that. Didn’t know how to behave now he had fallen even deeper for Harry Potter.

And worse now, Harry had convinced him to come to the Weasley’s Christmas party and then had left him alone. It enough to drive anyone up the wall. And Draco wasn’t known for being particularly patient.

After being introduced to a middle-aged lady who called herself Muriel the second, Draco excused himself into the house. He had to find Harry and tell him he’d had enough. That he was going home.

Draco finally found him in the attic with Ron and Hermione. They were talking in hushed voices and Harry was holding something in his –

“Draco!” Harry said standing up and hiding whatever he was holding behind his back. “What are you doing here?”

That stung. “You invited me remember. But don’t worry, I’m leaving now.”

Harry hurried forward, his hands still behind his back. “But - But you can’t leave.”

“I can do whatever I want, especially when I’m being ignored.” Draco turned and headed back down the stairs. He wanted to run away but he had to preserve his dignity. Instead he would walk calmly to the apparition point, disapparate to the Manor and never leave home again. Perhaps he was being dramatic, but what else could he be when he felt like his heart had been stomped on?

Leaving turned out to be a lot more difficult than he’d anticipated. Everywhere he turned, there was another Weasley in front of him and they’d all remembered his name.

“Have you tried the fruit cake, Draco?”

“Would you mind awfully taking a photo of Philias and I, Draco?”

“Draco, be a dear and help me move this table?”

“I insist we discuss Potions, Draco, I’ve been told you’re quite the prodigy?”

Being well graced in polite society, Draco was forced to delay his departure to appease all the Weasleys – somehow, they seemed to be multiplying.

He had almost reached his way across the yard when Ron and Hermione caught up to him.

“Are you really this daft?” Ron started, but Hermione shushed him.

“Harry hasn’t been ignoring you,” she said with a gentle smile.

“Then why – “

Ron pulled a small plant from his pocket with bright red berries. “It’s mistletoe,” he explained. “Harry was going to use it as an excuse to kiss you again.”

There were so many things Draco wanted to say, wanted to ask. But the only words he could manage were, “That’s not mistletoe.”

“Yes it – “

“Actually, Ron,” Hermione interrupted. “It’s Holly. Mistletoe has white berries.” She turned to Draco. “But that hardly matters, does it? Harry likes you, Draco. It’s obvious. He invited you here as his date, you realise?”

“His date?” Draco repeated. There was a roaring sound in his ears that he didn’t particularly mind. Harry liked him. Harry wanted to kiss him again.

And then through the mass of redheads, Draco saw, behind Ron and Hermione, a jet-black head bobbing towards them. He acted instinctively with a wordless Wingardium Leviosa.

The Weasleys parted and there was Harry, as frustratingly gorgeous as always, staring at Draco as if, as if he really did like him. Shit. Draco was already blushing.

“Draco,” Harry said moving forward to stand in front of Draco, “You’re still here.” He sounded relieved.

Draco let his eyes dart up to the holly above them, so Harry would notice. “I’ve been waiting for something. Or someone.”

When he looked back down to Harry, he was pleased – and relieved – to find his cheeks were flaming as well. They may not have had the red hair, but they were certainly colour-matching the Weasley clan now.

The loud Weasley chatter around the yard had quieted. Everything was still. It seemed everyone was watching Harry and Draco.

Draco supposed he would have to be the brave one. He had never been before. But even though he was in unfamiliar territory with unfamiliar people, he somehow felt comfortable. Felt safe. So, he leaned forward and planted a kiss on Harry Potter, to the cheers and applause of the entire Weasley family.

When they split apart, Draco had no time to talk to Harry, as they were both pulled into separate hugs by Weasley family members. And it kept going – Draco received hugs and pats on the back from what seemed like everyone at the party.  There were words of encouragement too:

“Good on you, Draco.”

“Always knew it was mutual.”

“We’d heard enough of Harry’s pining, you know?”

And Draco’s favourite:

“Welcome to the family.”

Draco caught Harry’s eye – he was currently enveloped in Molly Weasley’s arms – and smiled. For the first time, Draco felt like perhaps he belonged.

more like this l @queenofthyme

❛    why are you all wet    ?    ❜
❛    it’s sandwich day.    ❜
❛    do you know what tuna is    ?    ❜
❛    i’d be an abomination.    ❜
❛    why is this so important    ?    ❜
❛    family means no one gets left behind.    ❜
❛    if you want to leave you can.    ❜
❛    i’ll remember you,    though.    ❜
❛    i remember everyone that leaves.    ❜
❛    you’re the cause of all this.    ❜
❛    it’s little and broken,    but still good.    ❜
❛    you’re vile,    you’re foul,    you’re flawed.    ❜
❛    also cute and fluffy.    ❜
❛    you wreck everything you touch.    ❜
❛    why not try making something for a change    ?    ❜
❛    no more caffeine for you.    ❜
❛    he / she wanted me to join his legion of the undead.    ❜
❛    i knew it.    ❜
❛    oh good.    my dog found the chainsaw.    ❜
❛    sorry i bit you,    and pulled your hair,    and punched you in the face.    ❜
❛    i got a new dog    !    ❜
❛    you are so finished when i get in there.    ❜
❛    trust me,    this is not gonna end well.    ❜
❛    ha    !    i win    !    ❜
❛    a falling star.    i call it.    ❜
❛    get out,    i have to make a wish.    ❜
❛    can’t you go any faster    ?    ❜
❛    gravity is increasing on me.    ❜
❛    the same thing happened yesterday.    ❜
❛    why do you act so weird    ?    ❜
❛    you look familiar.    ❜
❛    i’m lost.    ❜
❛    don’t interact with her / him.    ❜
❛    we know her / him.    ❜
❛    look at the bright side.    you won’t have to yell at anyone anymore.    ❜
❛    we’re a broken family aren’t we     ?    ❜
❛    maybe a little,    maybe a lot.    ❜
❛    i shouldn’t have yelled at you.    ❜
❛    it’s our job.    ❜
❛    you can never belong.    ❜
❛    i didn’t teach him / her that.    ❜
❛    you came back.    ❜
❛    nobody get’s left behind.    ❜
❛    come on,    what’s the big deal    ?    ❜
❛    leave my mother out of this    !    ❜
❛    oh great,    he / she’s loose.    ❜
❛    did you ever kill anyone    ?    ❜
❛    are you happy    ?    ❜
❛    i’m adjusted.    ❜
❛    he / she likes your butt and fancy hair.    ❜
❛    no,    that’s from my blue period    !    ❜
❛    oh,    you are such a pain.    ❜
❛    stupid head    !    ❜
❛    read the charges.    ❜
❛    are they intelligent    ?    ❜
❛    did you catch fire again    ?    ❜
❛    answer me.    ❜
❛    what was that    ?    ❜
❛    i know you had something to do with this.    ❜
❛    what are you doing    ?    ❜
❛    you’re just jealous ‘cause i’m pretty.    ❜
❛    i know what you mean.    ❜
❛    i need someone to be my friend.    ❜
❛    he / she’s very persuasive.    ❜
❛    please go about your business.    ❜
❛    oh,    i can’t complain.    ❜
❛    you smell like a lawn mower.    ❜
❛    ____    is troubled.    he / she needs desserts.    ❜
❛    here,    educate yourself.    ❜
❛    this is low even for you.    ❜
❛    you’re all mine.    ❜
❛    please don’t do this.    ❜
❛    leave me alone to die.    ❜
❛    does this look infected to you    ?    ❜
❛    you’d better not have rabies.    ❜
❛    don’t worry,    this is all part of a plan.    ❜
❛    we are professionals.    ❜
❛    hey    !    get that out of your mouth.    ❜
❛    new rules.    ❜
❛    that is the ugliest thing i ever saw.    ❜
❛    listen carefully.    ❜
❛    that would be a bad idea.    ❜
❛    aren’t they beautiful    ?    ❜
❛    uncomfortable    ?    good.    ❜
❛    with pleasure.    ❜

Breaking the Rules - part 8

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,439

Warnings: the usual

A/N: Happy birthday @marvel—fangirl ! Hope you had a great day :) this is unedited bc I’m exhausted 

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by thewintersadie

“Hello? Earth to Y/n! Are you still there?”

You snapped out of your musing and your two co-workers started to come into focus. Maria and Jarvis were standing next to you, both of them looked worried.

“You’ve been staring at the coffee pot for the past ten minutes,” Jarvis said as he put a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, she’s not okay. She’s sick,” Maria laughed. “She’s been bitten by the love bug!”

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Blindfolded, Bound and Gagged (Dylan O’Brien smut)

Summary: Dylan teaches you a lesson

Word count: 4k. (THERE IS NO BACKGROUND PLOT. IT IS SIMPLY 4K OF FILTHY SMUT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.) 

Warnings: there’s a lot of things I should flag lmao…bondage, blindfolds, gags, overstimulation, vibrators, BDSM, orgasm denial, dirty talk, sir kink, dom!Dyl. Long story short, THIS IS ABSOLUTE FILTH. 

A/N: You’re lying if you say this isn’t your wet dream.

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Everything was on fire.

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How To Get Over Your Ex

1. Take them down from that pedestal – even if they were great, they still had lots of flaws and were less than perfect.

2. Recognise that it is over – and actively decide to leave the past behind and move on with your life.

3. Don’t contact them at all. It is hard to move on, and to start again, if you keep them in your life.

4. Avoid the places you know they tend to be; and only see mutual friends when they are not around.

5. Go out with your friends, don’t stay at home on your own. If you’re out having fun you will think of them less often.

Do That Again And I Might Just Forgive You (Tom Holland!Peter Parker x reader)(Slight smut)

Hey guys! Fourth imagine here on Tumblr! Yay! I had a lot of ideas for this one so I hope you enjoy my top pick. Don’t forget to leave prompts, questions, suggestions, and ideas in my inbox! Requests are always welcome! Love you guys! Hollanders for the win <3

- Xoxo K



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Warnings: More that slight smut but not full blown. Mostly just heavy make out sessions, mentions of sex, and the beginning to a smut. (I might write the smutty ending to this prompt but idk yet. Tell me if you want me to.)
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He ditched you once again, but this time it wasn’t just another date, it was Homecoming. You knew your boyfriend Peter was Spider-Man and you knew he had to save the city and all, so it didn’t really bother you all that much. However, Peter didn’t know that. He felt really bad every time he ditched and this time, he felt even worse. You were walking down the hallway trying to get to your locker when you heard your name being called. “Y/N!” That voice belonged to none other than Peter Parker. You turned around and saw the boy trying to get to you as fast as he could without bumping into anyone. So far he was doing a really bad job of that, mumbling a quiet “sorry” every now and then until he finally reached you. “Y/N” he said, slightly out of breath. “Yes, Peter?” You asked, giggling slightly. “I-I brought you these,” Peter said, pulling out a bag of Skittles, your favorite (If you don’t like Skittles I’m sorry, but I’m a taste the rainbow kinda girl… I encourage everyone to taste the rainbow). “Awww. Pete, you didn’t have to do this.” You sighed, happily. “I did though… I feel really bad.” Peter said, sadness in his eyes. You looked down at the skittles and then back up at Peter wondering if you could get something more intimate as apology from Peter, so you pulled out the guilt trip just to mess with him. “Peter, I’m sure we can make it up some how…” you trailed off. “I mean, nothing will be as unforgettable as Homecoming but…” Peter’s eyes locked with yours and he suddenly got an idea. “Unforgettable?” Peter spoke. “Alright.” Peter leaned in and kissed you with so much fire and passion, it would make anyone envious. His lips moved on yours like they had only one other time, the night he came to your window all battered and bruised and told you he was Spider-Man. Emotion was running wild in the kiss and in the midst of it all, you dropped the skittles to move your hands to his hair. Neither of you cared that you were in the hallway. In fact, it wasn’t until the morning announcements started, that you two even realized where you still were. You both pulled apart, your lips slightly pinker from the kiss. “Will you forgive me, Y/N?” Peter asked hopefully, hands still around your waist. Still in a sort of daze from the kiss, you looked up at him. He chuckled at your slight confusion, bringing you back from “Planet Peter” as your friends called it. “What?” You asked Peter. “I said,” Peter said, chuckling again. “Will you forgive me?” You looked smirked slightly, looking to the ground before turning your eyes up to meet his. Leaning into his ear, you whispered, “Do that again and I might just forgive you.” Peter’s jaw clenched as soon as the words left your mouth. When you pulled away from his ear, he looked into your eyes and was about to lean in, but you pulled away from him quickly causing him to shoot you a confused look. You leaned down, not breaking eye contact, to pick up your bag of Skittles off the ground. When you came back up, the words that left your mouth were like silk. Running your hand down Peter’s chest to his abs, you felt him tense. “If you want it Parker,” you say smirking seductively, moving your hand to place your finger under his chin. “You’ll have to come and catch me” You say, wiggling the bag of Skittles in your hand before taking off down the hall. Peter wasted no time in taking off after you. Oh boy… were you going to forgive him alright ;)

~ Extended Ending ~

“So you got detention…” You heard the voice of Captain America on the TV set. Peter was sitting next to you and you shot him a look of complete and utter boredom. Yeah… maybe making Peter that horny wasn’t a good idea because now you’re both in detention. “Sorry.” Peter whispered to you. You smirked slightly. “It’s fine. Don’t sweat it.” You smirked even wider. “I think we’ve both done enough of that today.” He blushed slightly and looked down at his desk. He looked back up at you with a smirk now. “Hey, Y/N?” You looked towards Peter. “Yeah?” You replied, still in a whisper. Peter nudged his head towards the teachers desk where the gym teacher was now asleep. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” Peter smirked. You have him a look back. “No. Peter! We already got caught! Do you want to risk it again?!” You whisper yelled to Peter. You couldn’t deny the way you still wanted him though and you gave in to the mischief. “Let’s go!” You said quickly. Peter’s smirk got impossibly miser and you got up first. When you reached the bathroom, you shot Peter a text to let him know you were waiting. Not even a second later, Peter was out the door, running down the hall as fast as he could. As soon as he was through the door, his lips were on yours. The excitement at thought of what was about to happen, reaching your core before his fingers even did.

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

You Never Know

Originally posted by nwetss

Finally watched Stranger Things 1 & 2 and just had to write a little bit of something for Steve Harrington. Someone who clearly proved themselves in the second season.

| Steve Harrington x Reader |

Requested: No

Summary: Worried about your friend Steve, you decided you had to talk to him but about his new taste in friends while he questioned yours in boys.

There he was, in the parking lot of the high school, talking to those six middle schoolers again. You didn’t understand why he started to hang around them more. You had noticed the change for a year now, after basketball practice, Steve would meet them in the parking lot and at times leave with them. You wanted some answers but every time you had the bit amount of courage to ask him: your nerves came back and you would back out.

Not today. Today was the day you were actually going to speak to him. You adjusted your bag strap on your shoulder, walking your way towards him. One of the boys caught your attention and alerted Steve that you were coming. Steve turned, locking his eyes with yours as a smile went across his lips.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” He asked. He put his hands in his back pockets as he straightened his posture.

“I was wondering if we could talk.” You answered him, looking over his shoulder to see the little teens looking back at you, “Alone.”

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Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 6 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: … or not

Warnings: Smut, and everything that comes with it

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta! 

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(Y/n) (Y/l/n) and Dean Winchester

And even if his feelings were all to clear to him there still was a thing he could learn for sure: Your true feelings about him.

The sites appeared in front of him, ready for him to choose any of them. His eyes focused slightly on the photos that first came into view of the two of you. They seemed to be high quality and he actually remembered the scenery they were depicting. Until he realized it: it was from actual episodes of Supernatural. There was also one of the two of you really close to each other, faces only inches away and he searched in his mind to remember when that had actually happened.

Unless it was about to happen?

Dean shook his head, clenching his jaw to fight away the second thoughts. He needed something more true, more sure and not what his hopeful mind made up because of his heart. He decided to click on the first link that came up. It was about a site with the “(Y/n) and Dean” tag and several powts there from different people, pointing out their opinions and others posting pictures. He once more saw that photo of the two of you close to each other but he just scrolled past it, reading on the small posts. Most of them were about things he had taken notice of himself, during his everyday life and, well, the episodes they saw.

There was one thing people pointed out the most and that was the looks you would give him when he was not looking.

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