he looks like he sweats a lot :(

OK so since @tom-hiddleston-god-of-mischief and other people showed interest, I bumped up my schedule and so…

Here is my ‘Craig is totally gay and was in love with the MC in college’ post!

So, first off- this is Craig Cahn and the thing that made me first think that he was gay instead of bi. (And fyi I am a Bi myself, so this is more headcanoning and exploring character and not trying to stomp on other headcanons, jsyk.)

Yeah the very first time we met. But look- divorces do happen, and do happen in a chill manner. But… let us note a couple things. One, the divorce literally only happened ‘last year’. Which could mean anywhere from (assuming this is the spring due to college letters and school timetables) 12+ to only 3-ish months ago depending on what counts as ‘last year’.

You only get a SECOND of him being uncomfortable while breaking the news before he is on even ground and is like ‘yeah it’s old news and everything is in perfect order now’. AND THE DIVORCE HAPPENED EITHER WHILE SMASHLEY WAS PREGNANT OR JUST HAD RIVER. Now, this could be a him lying, except… it’s never really brought up again as a thing? Like, we deal with Mat’s feelings for his dead wife, Joseph’s failing marriage, and etc but despite how recent it was we are lead to believe their divorce was perfectly amicable despite the timing.  (Now placing a cut here because this gets long and has more pics.)

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Quirks and Genetics

Disclaimer: I do not study genetics/biology, this is not my major and what I’m saying here is all very basic, product of my own interest in the topic. It might have mistakes on it and miss some things (by all means, correct them). It was born from excitement and from a wish to understand it better. It also makes some inferences as we don’t have that much information in canon. It involves a lot of conjecture. TL;DR: all that follows here may very well be complete bollocks.

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s take a look in one of the only instances of explanation about quirk function we have in canon.

Alright, so we have some very useful information here. However, the explanation is a bit confusing, so I want to break it down: Aizawa states his quirk does not attack the quirk itself, but instead halts the quirk factor. And then there’s the addition of the plus alpha. I believe he is talking about two different things. Using the example from the manga:

  • Tail (Quirk) + Mechanism to move the tail (Plus Alpha) = Quirk Factor.

That’s my conclusion. Ultimately Erasure can halt the Plus Alpha temporarily, but it is not affecting the quirk directly. The quirk erasing bullets (and Eri’s quirk), despite its name, affects the functioning of the Quirk Factor by causing damage to the Plus Alpha.

Let’s use Midoriya as an example. He is quirkless, but in order for him to be able to use a quirk (OfA) then it means that he must have a Plus Alpha. It stands to logic that, without the mechanism, he could not use the quirk even if he had the quirk to begin with. Basically, without the presence of a Quirk to activate Plus Alpha it becomes a useless/inactive mechanism in the body.

Working with this framework, we can perhaps safely assume that everyone in the BNHA universe most likely has a Plus Alpha, but not everyone has a Quirk. That is, they have the gene for the Plus Alpha expressed, but not everyone inherited the Quirk that would activate or link to Plus Alpha.

This is the logic I will be working with. Everyone has a Plus Alpha*, not everyone has a Quirk. Let’s move on.

> Quirk Inheritance

I believe that the pattern of inheritance for quirks is based on a dominant gene. Let’s just explain this quickly as I will be using some language as we go along: homozygous are genotypes of a pair of dominant/recessive chromosome alleles (AA, aa), heterozygous are pairs of mixed alleles (Aa). Dominant traits only need one allele to be observed phenotypically, whereas a recessive trait needs both alleles, according to Mendel.

Using that logic, for someone to inherit a quirk, they would have to receive at least one dominant allele for the quirk expression from their parents. This may explain why quirks became so quickly widespread in the overall population since they first appeared, as opposed of them being recessive. This can affect both if you are going to inherit a quirk, as well as which quirk you are going to inherit.

Let me explain using Midoriya as an example again. Both his parents have a quirk, but he was quirkless just the same - the odds are small but they are real. This can mean that both his parents are heterozygous (Aa), in which their dominant allele is their quirk and the recessive allele is “no quirk”. Something like this:

A(quirk)a(no quirk):

  • Both parents: Aa
  • Possible combinations: AA (25%), Aa (50%), aa (25%)
  • Izuku: aa

So Izuku ended up quirkless because he inherited two recessive genes that did not carry any quirk. This also means that if one of the parents has a dominant homozygous gene for their quirk (AA) it is impossible for the child to be born quirkless even if the other parent does have a recessive “no quirk” gene.

However, in my opinion, the recessive genes can also carry another quirk that is simply not expressed on the parents, but might have been expressed on the grandparents. So, a quirk may jump a generation and someone can carry a quirk gene without necessarily having that quirk expressed, and being a recessive homozygous doesn’t necessarily mean that you are quirkless.

Alternatively, it can also be that it is an interaction of different pairs. For example, a pair of chromosomes may decide if you have a quirk expression or a no-quirk expression. Another pair (or two pairs) may decide which quirk you get. Either way, it’s going to be looking very similar.

But what about quirk marriage?

This is where things begin to get more interesting. Now, we don’t have that many known examples of quirk marriages characters, and the main examples are Todoroki Shouto and Bakugou Katsuki (and I have reasons to believe Aizawa also has a married quirk, but that’s another story entirely).

Todoroki’s story tells us some neat things. One of them is that it is very hard indeed to get a child to be born with a married quirk. His parents had borne 3 children before finally Shouto came along. This tells us that the concept of quirks being passed by a dominant allele is rather credible – as well as the more probable way in which a married quirk will be expressed.

One way it could go is that if a child ends up being dominant homozygous (AA), then they should probably inherit “both” the quirks - and how those genes would express themselves is another point entirely. It could also happen (perhaps more rarely) with the child being heterozygous (Aa), in which one of the parent’s quirk is recessive homozygous (aa). So here are the options:

  • Mother: Aa
  • Father: Aa
  • Possibilities: AA (25%), Aa (50%), aa (25%)


  • Mother/father (vice versa): Aa, aa
  • Possibilities: Aa (50%), aa (50%)

The reason why I think that would be the case, is because an AA would mean automatically a married quirk, whereas Aa can mean a married quirk depending on the circumstances. Shouto could be any of these two, the result would probably be the same.

But it doesn’t end there. If there’s something that confuses people a lot when coming up with quirk marriages ideas or their own OC’s quirks, is how exactly does married quirks get expressed. I reckon there’s plenty of debate in that area, so let’s try to settle it.

I think there are types of married quirks.

Or maybe, that a quirk marriage happens when dominance behaves differently than expected (which would be the complete dominance we’ve been talking about).

Originally posted by the-last-95

Todoroki‘s quirk have a similar expression as that of codominance. Which is when both traits of the parents are somewhat equally present in their offspring (usually on heterozygous). I don’t want to say that genetically a married quirk would have to be heterozygous and would need to have codominance, I’m just using it as an example of how his quirk behaves. If you pay close attention to Todoroki, you will notice that his quirk, rather than being a mixture of his parent’s quirks (which then would give him a whole new quirk, something like A+B=C. Whereas his looks more like A+B=AB) behaves more like two quirks in one body, sharing the space. He can even manipulate those powers separately. So, he has both quirks of his parents somehow expressed, behaving a lot like the concept of codominance.

Bakugou quirk, however, looks more like Partial Dominance. Which is when the offspring phenotype seems to express a mixture (or middle ground) of both parent’s traits. His mother has glycerine on her sweat, and his father has an acidic sweat that can create explosions sometimes. Different from Todoroki, Bakugou cannot manipulate and separate these two abilities as if they are independent from each other, his quirk being instead a fusion of those quirks to create a brand new one (A+B=C). Like a flower offspring between a red and white flower being pink.

To summarize, quirks can either be inherited with:

  • Complete Dominance -> receiving the same quirk as one of the parents (Example: Jirou Kyouka)
  • Codominance -> receiving both quirks somewhat equally (Example: Todoroki Shouto)
  • Partial Dominance -> manifest a quirk that is a mixture/intermediate of both parent’s quirks (Example: Bakugou Katsuki)

This is outrageously long, but I hope it makes sense and it doesn’t have that many mistakes on it. If you have any questions or would like to debate this further, please do send in asks and whatnot i LOVE debating BNHA chars and worldbuilding.

I have some other ideas about Noumu’s, OfA, AfO and Eri’s quirk as well, but then it would be a bit much. I might do something about them at another point in time.

* Plus Alpha may be affected by Epigenetics.

P.s.: I want to reiterate this is very simplified and I am aware that genetic interactions are much more complex than this.

Anything For You

Me? A sucker for the wedding trope.
Hope you guys like this one though <3

Title: Anything For You
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: Peter is your date to a wedding and all your relatives love him. Just one issue: you’re not actually dating.
Word Count: 1,640
Warnings: None
Tagged: @tmrhollandkay @kindnesswins @melconnor2007 @mcheung0314

Your name: submit What is this?

           "Y/N,“ Peter coughs as you tighten his tie. "Chill.”

           "Sorry,“ you say quickly, loosening the knot just a bit.

           He gives you a good-natured smile, adjusting the collar of his shirt a bit. Staring in the mirror, Peter fixes up a few other aspects of his appearance as you watch.

           "Thanks for being my date to this thing,” you tell him. You’ve already expressed your appreciation to him multiple times, but you still felt the obligation to say it.

           Peter’s adjusting a few strands of his hair as you speak. He looks at you in the reflection of the mirror and gives you a reassuring smile.

           "It’s no problem,“ he insists, shoving his hands in his pocket. "Anything for my best friend. Besides, I couldn’t let you suffer through the ceremony alone.”

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anonymous asked:

Bts after a breakup?


  • gets over it the fastest
  • most likely was the dumper, not the dumpee
  • goes out and has fun with friends 
  • wants to travel, sees new sights and meets new people
  • goes to the bar to celebrate his new freedom
  • completely cuts ties with his ex 
  • acts as if they never even dated
  • highkey petty
  • i can do better anyways.”

Originally posted by ttaewo


  • he’d be one to take it hard
  • pisces are the most sensitive of the zodiac
  • they dream of fairy tale romance, and when their dreams come falling apart it takes a long time accept
  • and his cancer mars only makes it worse
  • completely heartbroken and devasted for a long time
  • secludes himself from everyone
  • daydreams about what it’d be like if things went differently
  • they hurt me so fucking bad yet i’m still in love with them. why?
  • won’t allow himself to cry
  • lets out his frustration and hurt through music

Originally posted by berry852


  • tries to let go quickly
  • acts like everything is okay
  • distracts himself with friends
  • goes out and tries to have fun
  • but on the inside it’s killing him
  • cries. a lot.
  • but after the wounds heal, he accepts reality
  • thinks of it as a learning experience
  • the least likely to hold a grudge or have bitter feelings towards his ex
  • might even be fine with having a friendship with them
  • i guess it’s for the best.

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok


  • internalizes his feelings
  • rethinks the entire relationship 
  • overanalyzes everything
  • tries to figure out what exactly went wrong
  • asks “why?” a lot
  • blames himself
  • listens to sad music which only makes him sadder
  • isolates himself for a while
  • writes a diss track 

Originally posted by ksjknj


  • puts on a smile in public
  • but cries into his pillow when he gets home
  • with a scorpio venus and mars, i see a lot of anger and frustration building up in him
  • wants to get back at them for hurting him
  • tries to make them jealous
  • hooks up with someone to try and forget
  • which only makes things worse
  • boils on the inside when he sees them being happy without him
  • would obsess over the break up for a long time, but with the help of his friends he’d eventually move on

Originally posted by orchid-bud


  • hides his hurt
  • capricorns see relationship as a long lasting union and can be in denial when one is cut short
  • tries to forget about the entire relationship
  • throws away everything that reminds him of his ex
  • completely cuts them out of his life
  • busies himself with work and his hobbies
  • wants his thoughts to be occupied constantly
  • his aries moon makes him lash out in anger when reminded of them
  • these aren’t tears. my eyes are just sweating.”


  • tries to brush it off and save his ego
  • wants to better himself
  • remodels his room
  • gets a makeover 
  • makes sure he looks extra nice whenever he sees his ex
  • acts out in public to get their attention
  • but under his nonchalant cocky facade is a lot of hurt
  • angry that he wasted his time with them
  • thinks about all his ex’s flaws and everything he disliked about them
  • knows ending the relationship is better in the long run
  • lmao i’m better without them anyways.
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.

[GOT7 as] Highschool Students

Mark: Sleeps in class. Gets 100% on the test. No one has heard him talk. Every girl wants a piece of him. Rumour has it he has a cute laugh. But no one has proof. Teachers let him skip presentations just because. 

Originally posted by nochuie

Jaebum: The hot bad boy. So done with this school. Just wants to graduate. Lowkey acts cute sometimes. Will never speak to you again if you point this out. Basically, owns the hallways. The best kisser around. 

Originally posted by queenwithcollars

Jackson: Fitness is number one. Basketball is lyfe. Sports. Pray to the kale God. Juice cleanse. Will start an organic club. Is the captain of every sports team. He lifts. 

Originally posted by suga-pills

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Newcomers Pt6

“EAT IT!!!”



“GET OFF ME WOMAN!!” Hesky shouts throwing Karen off him and running out the door.

“YOU WILL ACCEPT MY VALENTINE LOVE!!!” she shouts chasing after him holding her home made chocolates above her head.

The two Humans screaming and running past Dr Loop’s door was nothing out of the ordinary these days, he liked the Humans and found them fascinating and rather good company. That did not mean that he did not find them odd to the point of thinking they were all insane. Some were quiet and preferred to be alone and other were loud and found hurting themselves to be hilarious. Suddenly his door opened with another Human limping.

“What happened to you?” Dr Loop asks.

“Sergeant Stabby got me” he replies.

“Why do you keep it around and why the Admiral allows that thing to stay I’ll never know”

“Don’t talk ill of Sergeant Stabby, he is war hero you know”

“IT is a cleaning machine”

“Irrelevant he is a hero and deserves our respect”


“SHHHHHH here he comes”

Sergeant Stabby made his way into the Dr’s office and bumped into a few wall and furniture all the while the Human stood up and saluted it until it left.

“Tell me something um…” Dr Loop said


“Cho, tell me something Cho is it the norm for you race to be so….nuts?”

Cho smiled “You’ve never been to Terra have you?”


“Shame, because if you think we are crazy you’d love to see us on our home world”

Dr Loop just scoffed and went to look at Cho’s foot. “The bleeding has already stopped”

“Well yeah he doesn’t stab us deeply”

“But still  for wound like this to stop bleeding so soon”

“Yeah it’s clotting? Wait…have you worked on Humans before”

“I have studied Human anatomy yes”

“But actually worked with one? In person before we got here?”

Dr Loop did not like his skills being questioned, his race the Seelom were a very proud race especially of their skills.

“It matters not, I know all the ins and outs of your kinds bodies, probably better than you and the rest of your backwards and primitive kind”

Cho raised an eyebrow “Give your arm for a sec” he asked.


“Just trust me”

Dr Loop gave him one of his right arms and Cho stuck out his tongue all the while looking at his face for a reaction but Dr Loop just looked confused and a little disgusted.

Cho licked his arm and a split second later Dr Loop was screaming as Cho’s saliva burned through his skin.

Dr Loop fell tot he floor cradling his arm and after a few more seconds the burning stopped and Cho was on his feet.

“Guess you forgot our saliva is like acid to your kind” he said and left without helping him up.

The Benemar Chief of Admiral Polts fleet was back on Bento Prime, he had already been disgraced for not seeking justice after one of his clan leaders was killed by a Human female. And to let the Humans gain all the glory for the liberation of Remer making their kind out to be a joke.

“Cheif Goolack of the Benemar step forward!” called one of the High Chieftains and he stpped forward.

“You are a coward and weak, you let the murder of your own kind go unanswered and these Humans push you around like your are their slave, what say you in your defence”

Chief Goolack stood up straight, the chains around his wrists were heavy and those around his legs were heavier, his pig-like nose snorted and his tusks had been cut to show his disgrace.

“I am a Benemar and I fought for our people and uphold my laws and our laws say that the STRONG!!! rule. Well the Humans have shown their strength and I saw their might in battle against a foe who outnumbered them many times over and they came away from that battle covered in the blood of their enemies. They are the only race who has ever besieged our world and you judge me as a coward for respecting strength?”

“They are the ENEMY!!! they burned our breeding pens and they must be wiped out. They are gaining too much power, power they are taking from us”

The court cheered and banged their weapons which were a combination of ancient war axes and rifles against their armour.

“Let this cry go out across to the star to all Benemar, the Alliance high command has given us the location oft heir breeding ground, we march…TO WAR!!!!”

The Benemar all over the Alliance suddenly began disappearing from Alliance ships, when asked why they were going back to their home world they simply replied “The High Chief has risen the banner”

Many thought this was the Benemar about to begin an independent push into Gal territory but they did not deny or confirm this and the army on Bento Prime continued to grow, the Humans though did not trust the Benemar and kept their eye on them.

Life in Admiral Polts fleet went on a s usual, or as usual it could be with the Humans around and with the Benemar now gone their was no hostility in the air. The Humans did their best to include the other races in their odd practices such as celebrating the anniversary of ones birth. They even as far to inquire to the other races celebrations and traditions and asked to take part which made the others rather flattered. They ranged from celebrating the unification of the Fookkarl under one banner which the Humans described as one large orgy as there was a lot of kissing but the Humans obliged.

The fun did not stop there.

Depit, an Elong like Admiral Polt was travelling in the ship main elevator to the observatory when it stopped to let a number of other crew off but only person got on. It was a Human, female by the looks of her but her stomach was huge, maybe she had just eaten he thought to himself. The elevator stopped a few more times and before long it was only him and this Human who from her tag her name was Sergeant Cathy. He started to sweat, he saw what was left of the body of the Benemar that she had attacked.

She smiled at him and gave a nervous smile back but nothing was said between them, until the elevator suddenly and harshly stopped.

“Ahhh!” Cathy screamed at the sudden change of momentum.

“Are you okay?” he asked and she nodded. “Must be a power outage” he tired raising maintenance but go response, there was no power to the that call button either. Suddenly Cathy was breathing fast and hard.

“Umm, are you sure you’re okay” he asked again but she shook her head and held her large stomach.

“The baby is coming” she panted.

“Baby? What baby?”

“I’m FUCKING PREGNANT YOU ASSHOLE!!! she screamed and he jumped.

“Oh? OH?!!! CRAP!”

Cathy sat down as her water broke and leaned back.

“What do I do!! HELP!” he shouted into the call button in some hope that someone would hear.

“What…what is your name?” she asked.


“Depit, come here I need you to help me” she said holding out her hand and he slowly came and she grabbed it.

“I don’t know what to do” Depit said.

“Just hold my hand and squeeze when I squeeze!”


“AHHHHHHH” Cathy screamed and squeezed Depits hand so hard she broke two of his fingers as he had tried to pull away when he heard the word squeeze.

“WHY YOU PULL AWAY!!!” she shouted at him.

“You’ll break my hand if you squeeze it”

It then dawn on her that Humans were far stronger than Elong, so she pulled off her trousers and tore off a piece so she could bite down on it and screamed again.

“Why are you screaming what’s happening I don’t how to help” Depit said panicking.






Another contraction came and she screamed so loud Depit had to cover his ears.

This went on for over and hour till finally Cathy stopped screaming as contractions suddenly stopped.

“Okay…okay” she said to herself with Depit fanning her with his wings.

“How long does this usually go on for?” he asked.

“My mother was in labour for 32 hours with me”

“32 HOURS!”

“Ah don’t shout, I’m lucky the contractions have stopped”

“What happens next?”

Cathy looked at him “Next comes the pushing”

“Elong births are lot…faster than this”

“You’re a bird race, you have it easy” she laughed. Then started panting. “Here it comes! Get between my legs!!”

Depit obeyed and cathy spread herself and Depit froze.

“What do I do?”



Cathy burst into laughter “I’m kidding, just guide it out”

Depit got ready and Cathy screamed again, this time louder and so much Depit thoughtt he walls were shaking.

“I can see the egg”


“WHAT!!! HOW THE…I’M SORRY…BY CREATION WHAT THE…..!” he screamed as the head appeared.

Cathy started breathing again and moved her hand to feel where the baby was “okay, one more” she positioned herself and Depit put his hands by the baby’s head and Cathy pushed with every ounce of her remaining strength and it fell into Depits arms.

After the baby began crying he handed it to Cathy who wrapped it up in her jacket and cradled it.

“It’s a boy” she said.

“No wonder your race is so tough, you endure coming into the world like that and are willingly go through it to bring one of your own into the world”

“And we do it over and over again, I’ll be doing at least two more times I think” she laughed “What did you say your name was again?”

“Depit, my name is Depit”

Cathy smiled and looked down at her son “Do you mind if I call my son Depit?”

Depit’s eyes nearly shot out of his head, for a child to bear ones name is a great honor among his people. “You would do me that honour?”

“Of course, you brought him into the world, well I did most of the work but still”

“Thankyou” he said smiling.

“Oh beware of the after birth”

“The what?” Depit said looking down just as it slumped down in front of him.

In the higher levels and completely unaware of the new addition to their family the Humans were having a friendly game of football with some of the Aliens when Captain Clerk called for a stop. Admiral Polt was with him and everyone could tell by their Captains face that something had happened.

“Men and woman of the 8th Human army” Clerk started “Approximately 16 hours ago the Benemar launched a full scale assault on Terra”

The air became heavy as if every Human and Alien had stopped breathing, no one spoke.

“The battle is still going on and all Human forces are being recalled to aid the defence force fighting there, our latest report says they have breached our outer defence net and are landing their troops. So get your stuff I want us ready to go yesterday!!”

The Humans didn’t say anything and as a single mind dropped what they were doing and ran to their quarters and collected all their belongings and things they brought with them. The cargo hold that they had made their own was dismantled within 10 minutes, every Human was found and accounted for including Cathy and her new son Depit. Hesky was thrilled to see his son but annoyed that she named him something that reminded him of cesspit.

Within 2 hours the Humans were all loaded onto their own ships, they said a quick farewell to their Alien friends and set off for Terra.

The Benemar continued their assault, unaware that word had gotten out about their attack on Terra, unaware of the armada coming for them.

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my last day of vacation is tomorrow, these 3 weeks i’ve been animating for the islands MAP, watched hours and hours of gameplays, read the entire snk manga, and watched anime

i’m a productive child

Best Of Me - Jungkook Version

Summary: He was on tour while you were at home. And there was no way he could stop it.

Best Of Me - Series: 4/7

Word Count: 3032

Originally posted by nochuie

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow then, you’ll do great, I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” With the click of his phone, the call ended. A sigh escaped his lips as he set the phone down on his bedside drawer, plugging it in to charge for the night. An hour difference between the two of you wasn’t bad at all, it kept him more at ease to know that when he was going to bed so were you, but it didn’t help him stop missing you.

“You done talking to Y/N?” Taehyung came out of the bathroom while drying his hair with a towel, and a breathy ‘yeah’ came out of Jungkook’s mouth. He covered his eyes with his arms as he laid in bed, waiting for the lights to be turned off. “You miss her?” Jungkook simply nodded at Taehyung’s question. It’s been awhile since he’s been home, and even though he can FaceTime you, snapchat you and message you everyday - it isn’t the same as seeing you stand right in front of him. “You’ll see her soon Kook.”

“I just wish I could pack her in my suitcase sometimes.” He heard Taehyung let out a small chuckle.

“She isn’t a pet Kook.” Jungkook removed his arms from his eyes to see Taehyung with a smile on his face, and he laughed a little himself.

“I know she isn’t. I just wish she could come to all of this.” Taehyung climbed into the bed next to Jungkook, and reached over to shut the lamp off in the middle of their beds.

“I bet she does too, she has a life also, and I bet you there’s nothing that can beat the feeling of finally seeing her again after a long time.” And he was right. There was absolutely nothing that can beat the feeling of Jungkook wrapping his arms around you again after not seeing you for what felt like forever.

With that thought in his mind, he turned to his side and his drowsiness got the best of him as he finally drifted off to sleep.


It already started off as a hectic day at work. A huge presentation you had to attend early in the morning on how to come up with new ideas to get new clients. You then had to recopy multiple papers after a coworker spilt coffee all over the other ones. You were going between different rooms each day, trying to end deals with clients you already had. You didn’t even get a lunch break as you were sitting in another meeting, skyping a call with a big company trying to get them on board with your new deals. The salad in front of you didn’t even look appetizing as you were trying your best to make this sale.

You walked out of that room successful, with your head held high and you couldn’t even try and wipe the smile off of your face. Sitting back down at your desk, you were faced with stacks of paper that needed to be entered into the computer data system after all of these new clients hopped on board with you.

There was no doubt in your mind that you were going to be working overtime tonight.


The make-up artists, and stylists were running frantically around them as they only had 45 minutes until they had to be on stage. The nerves kicking in like they always do. He should be over it, but he could never get used to such a big crowd. Jungkook looked down at his phone again to see if you had left a text, but nothing. He knew you would be at work, but not this late. Maybe you had a lot of paperwork to do and you lost track of time, maybe you got caught up talking to someone while leaving, who knows.

Jungkook’s face got powdered again, his nerves getting to him as he was starting to sweat. He could hear the fans as their screams got louder when it played their intro video. Someone lead them down a hallway to get in place for them to enter the stage.

And his nerves seemed to disappear as the bright light hit them.


The sleeves of your shirt were rolled up and your hair was a mess, your hands were on your forehead with a pen in your right hand. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, you only had one paper left to fill out.

It felt like an eternity, yet it was done. Shutting off the lamp that was on your desk as you stood up from your chair, stretching out your body. It felt like a million years since your stood up, you were so focused on work today. Cracking your back, you grabbed your purse and bag from underneath your desk and headed out the door.

The night has slowed down as you heard the clacking of your own heels on the sidewalk. Another sigh was let out as you slid into the driver seat, and the engine started, and you couldn’t wait to be home.

The radio was coming through your speakers softly, as it was a silent ride. You pulled up to a stop light, waiting for the light to turn green. A little spot hit your windshield, as more came just to show you that it was raining. It started coming down harder as you flicked on your windshield wipers.

As the light finally turned green, you inched forward through the intersection, but you didn’t get far. You heard squeals of tires, you saw a bright light, and a little scream escaping your throat. The night was already dark, but everything just went black.


The BTS members conjugated into Namjoon and Jin’s room after their sold out concert. An encore was indeed needed, as their fans treated them well. Jungkook was the last one to get out of the shower in his room. He grabbed his laptop, and started to look for things that they all could do for fun since they have a few days left at this venue.

“Alright guys I think we should go to this restaurant for lunch tomorrow.” Jungkook walked into the room looking down at his laptop, scrolling through the pages. No one answered him, and when he looked up he saw they were all crowded around the TV. “Guys what’s so interesting?”

Hoseok turned around, with tears threatening to fall, but not just yet. “Kook…”

“What?” His heart started speeding up, as he saw that no one else moved and Hoseok was having a hard time talk to him. “What’s going on Hoseok?”

“It’s Y/N.” He watched as Jungkook set his laptop down on a bed, and scooted in-between the guys and was then fixated on the news.

“I am standing in front of the scene where this horrendous crash just took place a few hours ago. A male driver was driving past the speed limit, and ran a red light as he hit the driver’s side of Y/F/N Y/L/N’s car. Both have been med flighted to the nearest hospital, Y/L/N was not responsive when medics came to the scene. Stay tuned for further updates.”

Jungkook’s bottom lip started to quiver as he saw the news anchors talk about the accident. “Y/N.” It was the quietest whisper any of the guys have ever heard.

“Kook.” Namjoon said as they all watched him bolt out of the room. “Stay here, Jin come with.” The two older boys left the room and went to Jungkook’s room, where they found him frantically walking around the room, grabbing items, and throwing them into his suitcase that was lying open on his bed. The 2 older boys stood there and watched, as items weren’t even making it in the suitcase.

Jungkook went into the bathroom and grabbed the toiletries that he had. His arms were filled with items and one dropped, and Jungkook kicked it. He watched as it hit the wall and anger started to take over his body. He threw everything else down on the ground and the tears started to flow down his cheeks. He punched the wall, and his hands steadied him as he leaned against it. His walls finally broke and his sobs couldn’t be held back. Namjoon came into the room and grabbed Jungkook’s shoulders and turned him around and enveloped him in a hug. Jin himself couldn’t help but let tears start dripping out of his eyes.

“She’ll be alright Kook.” Namjoon hushed to him softly.

“She wasn’t responsive Joon.” As the oldest, Jin felt useless hearing the broken cries of the youngest. He didn’t know what else to do, or how to help. Jungkook’s choked out sobs were the worst thing he’s ever heard.

“You stay here and pack, I’ll talk to the manager, and we’ll get you sent back tonight.” Namjoon spoke in Jungkook’s ear, and Jungkook nodded at Namjoon’s instructions. When Namjoon left the room, Jin took over as he packed Jungkook’s belongings while Jungkook sat on the bed staring at his phone.

“Kook stop checking your phone.” Jin zipped up the suitcase, and rolled it over to the door, waiting for Namjoon’s arrival back.

He shook his head as he looked up at the ceiling with a tear stricken face and a red eyes. “I just think she’ll text me and tell me that it wasn’t her in that accident. It was someone else.” Jin sat next to Jungkook and placed a hand on his shoulder, patting it gently. Namjoon walked into the room, and they both looked up.

“Your flight leaves in an hour.”


The flight seemed never ending. His leg was bouncing up and down, while his nails were getting shorter as he bit them off one by one. Once they landed, he grabbed his bag and hailed a cab heading straight to the hospital that you were medflighted to.

4 in the morning, and nothing was heard in the hospital besides the wheels of his suitcase that were rolling along behind him. With a heavy sigh, he reached the front desk with a nurse working. “Hi, how may I help this morning?” Her voice was laced with sleepiness. She was ready to head to bed herself.

“I need to know what room Y/F/N Y/L/N is in.” Jungkook places his arms on the desk as the nurse was typing your name in on the computer.

“I need to know the relation of you and Ms. Y/L/N.” She was only doing her job, but Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed.

“I’m her boyfriend, we’ve been dating for almost three years now if that helps.” She gave him a slight smile.

“I’m sorry sir, but you’re going to have to wait here until visiting hours open up.” Jungkook slammed his fist on the desk which made the nurses who were walking by stop and stare.

“God dammit! I flew back from tour to see her! That’s my girlfriend in a room all by herself now!” The nurse now was standing up trying to calm Jungkook.

“I’m just following protocol sir. The visiting hours open up at 8am. Why don’t you get some sleep and then you can see her.”


Jungkook walked into your apartment, dark and dreary. The only sign that you were here, was the half filled coffee cup placed on the counter from this morning. A habit you’ve been doing for quite some time now. He rolled his suitcase to the couch, and walked to the bedroom where you slept. Your bed wasn’t made, something you always forgot to do.

Jungkook sat down on the side you slept on, and looked straight forward. The tears welled up in his eyes again, and as he turned his head to see the time on your alarm clock, one slipped down his cheek.

Jungkook knew that at this moment, he needs to let out all of the tears, and the sadness. He needs to be fine when he sees you, he needs to be strong. So he laid his head on your pillow and set his alarm to 7:30. Only a few hours of sleep will do for tonight, because he doesn’t want to miss any of you tomorrow.


“I’m here to see Y/F/N Y/L/N.” Jungkook said sleepily at the front desk that he stood at a few hours ago. The nurse bobbed her head and typed on the computer. She stood up from her spot with a piece of paper in her hand. “Follow me.” She said with a smile on her face, and Jungkook walked beside her to reach the destination which was you.

“She’s in here.” The nurse stopped at the closed door. “She had to have emergency surgery last night after the accident. She still hasn’t awakened, but her vitals are good.” The nurse placed a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Stay with her for as long as possible.” With that the nurse left.

Jungkook carefully pushed the door open, and quietly stepped in. He went around the curtain and was greeted with a banged up you. Cuts and bruises covered your arms and face, your leg was in a cast, you had a bandage on your head, and you were hooked up to all sorts of machines. Jungkook choked back a cry that wanted to escape his throat. He turned around and grabbed his hair in fistfuls, wanting to scream but he didn’t. He only let the few tears fall from his eyes. He was beating himself up over the fact that you were put in this situation, and maybe he could have avoided it for you.

He pulled one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs up next to your bedside, and placed his head on the railing. “Y/N, I’m here for you baby.” He whispered as he wiped his eyes with his sleeves. “I’m so sorry.”


The day went on painstakingly slow. Doctors and nurses would come in to check up on you. Each time they did, they would ask if Jungkook has slept, or gotten food. Jungkook would always let out a little grin while shaking his head no, telling them that he was fine.

As night appeared, Jungkook’s head was bobbing in his chair, while still waiting for you to open your eyes. Within seconds, his back was against the chair and his head fell forward as sleep took over him.


The room was dark besides the the small light coming from the TV. Your eyes adjusted to the light quickly, as you didn’t know what to do.

“On other news, BTS’ Jungkook flew home from their tour as his girlfriend was in a car accident last night. Kim Namjoon, leader of BTS stepped forward saying that Jungkook wanted to be with her once he heard the news. The group of seven will be continuing as a group six for awhile until she gets better. Our thoughts are with Jungkook and Y/N during this time.”

That was something you weren’t expecting to wake up to. You turned a little to the side and saw your boyfriend sleeping soundly. You tried to turn a little more, but a yelp came out of your mouth. He jumped in his sleep and was greeted with you, looking at him.

“Oh my god, Y/N.” He stood up, and grabbed your hand with his. “Is everything alright? Where does it hurt?” You turned back so you were on laying flat on your back.

“I’m fine.” Your voice came out scratchy, and Jungkook barely heard what you said. “Water.” And he grabbed a cup that was sitting next to him all day. He put it to your mouth, with one of his hand underneath it just in case any spilt.

“Better?” He asked as he placed the cup back on the table.

“Yes thank you.” His hand went laced back with yours. A doctor came in to check on you before the night fully started and saw that you were awake. Jungkook was kicked out of the room momentarily as they ran tests on you and told you about what happened, and where you’re hurt. It was a lot to take in, and it felt like you were in an 8 hour lecture, but the doctors placed the details that were missing from your memory back in place.

When the doctor left, Jungkook waltzed right back in, and sat down again. “How are you feeling babe?” He ran his hand over forehead and through your hair.

“Tired.” Your eyes were fluttering shut as you let out a hum.

“Well get some rest then.” Jungkook stopped playing with your hair and you opened your eyes to look at him.

“I love you.” You told him with a little smile appearing on your face.

“I love you too.” He placed a kiss on your temple. You patted the beside next to you, and Jungkook gently laid down next to you.

“The first thing I heard when I woke up was that you left tour.” He nodded his head agreeing with your words. “I’m sorry that I’m taking you away from the fans and your job, but thank you for being here Kook, it truly means a lot.”

“Babe, you come first before everything. I wasn’t just going to let you deal with this by yourself. I will always be here for you.” His breath hitched as he continued. “When I saw on the news that you weren’t responsive, my world stopped. So many scenarios were going through my mind.” He turned to look at you, his eyes getting glossy. “I can’t live without Y/N. I’m sorry that you have to go through this.”

“Well I’m here.” You let out a smile as he looked at you. “I think we should sleep, and time will heal everything right?” He pecked your lips with his and gently wrapped an arm around you.

“Take all the time you need to heal babe, I’ll be with you every step of the way. There can always be another tour, but there can never be another you.”

“You are so cheesy.” Your eyes closed shut as Jungkook nuzzled against you.

“How can I not be? You’re the best of me Y/N.”

Prodigy Lance Fic Part 10!!!!!

Lance’s sleeping form remained unmoving as he was in the pod. He had been in there for two days already, and the team were starting to get impatient, especially Keith. He was currently sitting in front of the pod, chin propped in one hand while he drummed his fingers against the cold floor. His eyes never left Lance’s face. Keith heard footsteps approach behind him, but ignored them. “Keith.” Shiro sighed. “Come to dinner. You’ve already missed lunch and Lance isn’t going anywhere.” Keith shook his head, eyes never moving. “I’m not leaving him. Not again. What if he wakes up when I’m not here?” “Keith, you’re dead on your feet. If Lance comes out now, don’t you think he would be worried about you? You’ve haven’t slept at all, and you’ve been skipping meals. Get some rest and something to eat. You want to be able to stay awake when he is, right?” Keith stayed silent, knowing he couldn’t argue. With an aspirated sigh, he slowly stood up, knees popping with the action. Shiro smiled and place his hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go eat some dinner.” They both walked and joined the team who were already eating in the kitchen. The two sat down and began to dig in. After a few moments of silence, Coran practically skipped to table, relief and excitement bumbling out of him. “Good news everyone! I just checked Lance and according to my calculations, he should be out by today!” Allura set down her spoon and sighed in relief. “Good. Considering the injuries he sustained, he healed fairly quickly.” Hunk silently nodded. “I’ve never seen so much blood before..” Keith clenched around the fork in his hand, his mouth pressed in a thin line. His mind replayed the scene over and over again. It was something he could never forget. “There’s just one thing I don’t get.” Coran stated. “How did Lance know exactly what his injuries were?” Pidge looked up at this. “What I want to know is how he manage to hack into their system without breaking a sweat. It took him like two minutes tops.” “Not to mention that he spoke fluent Galran!” Coran added. Keith furrowed his brow. Hmm… “Hey, Hunk. Did Lance do anything..out of the ordinary at the Garrison?” Hunk shrugged his shoulders. “Not that I can think of. Though he spent a lot of time with Iverson and the other professors. He was always having meetings and sometimes ate lunch with them. Even the president and CEO over the Garrison.” Shiro raised an eyebrow at this. “What? Only highly skilled students with unique abilities spend that much time with the professors, especially the head president. Why was he at the Garrison for, what was he studying to be?” Hunk picked up his fork, using it as a toothpick and shrugged, nonchalant. “Every time I asked he always said he wanted to be a fighter pilot.” Pidge intervened. “Yeah, but when I would try to go into detail about it, he would quickly change the subject. It was like he was nervous or scared about something.” “Oh, I almost forgot!” Hunk exclaimed. “He would always carry around this notebook, and he was suuuuper protective over it. He would only show it to Iverson and the other teachers, but would never show it to me. Always said it was extra credit or something. Although one day when he was writing in it, a read one heading but had no idea what it meant. Before I could ask, he quickly shut it and got super defensive about it.” Keith spoke up. “What did it say?” “Oh uh, something like The Shada Plan and in small letters beside it it said revised.” Shiro started coughing, choking on his food. “Shiro!?” Shiro ignored them. “The Shada Plan?? The plan that was created specifically for the Kerberos mission? Why was he revising it? Hunk did you read anything else in his notebook?” Hunk twiddled his thumbs. “Umm, well there was this other time where he left his notebook opened when he went to use the bathroom, but all that was in it was a huge line of code. Like it took up almost two whole pages. When I asked Lance what it was, he was said it was just a little project he was working on, he was just fooling around. It had a weird name at the top of the page though. I think was Bex Klaus or Taylor Bex?” Pidge leap from her seat.“WHAT?? Are you telling me that Lance created THE Bex Taylor-Klaus code?!” Hunk arched his eyebrow. “Uhh..yeah?” “Guys do you know what this means??” The team looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders. “Are you kidding me?! Lance, our Lance, created one of the most famous battle codes of all time! It’s used for technological warfare! You just have to enter the code, and it causes the host to destroy itself while sending the information right to you! It untraceable and you don’t even know it’s there before it’s too late! It was revolutionary in the technological world!” Pidge said incredulously. The team were at a loss for words, letting the information sink in. “So you mean to tell me,” Keith started slowly. “That’s Lance has created these plans and codes that have been very successful and famous. Plans and codes that only a genius could come up with?” Pidge could only nod. “So does this make Lance some sort of genius?” Allura questioned. Shiro shrugged. “There’s only one person who can answer our questions.” As if one cue, the team heard the familiar hissing of the pod opening.

Only If

REQUEST : Write something where y/n had done something bad to harry and thats why H suddenly became cold to her and he makes it hard to earn his trust back but then y/n got into an accident? - Anon

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crawling back to you | mingyu

Originally posted by pledisseventeen

characters: lovesick!mingyu/reader (ambiguous)

word count: 1k+

genre: kind of angsty?, more so kind of unintentionally fluffy

a/n: this happened while I was listening to arctic monkeys. sorry abt the small absence, i’ll get back to writing love.exe now. also i don’t know where this came from

other notes: cursing, hurt!mingyu, sexual talk, but no smut, seriously lots of cursing

He coughs, hunching over, feeling bile rise up in the back of his throat.

He pushes it back down, and sloppily gets back up, only keeping his balance by holding on to the bathroom counter. He hated to say it, but for once, Kim Mingyu looked like absolute shit.

It’d been several nights since he’d last seen you, and what could he say? He was having withdrawals. Circles were beginning to form under his eyes, and he looked deathly pale in the mirror, although it could also have just been his vision fooling him again.

He was sweating heavily, and his head pounded. “Fuck,” he cursed, struggling to maintain his balance as he pushed the bathroom door open again.

God, he wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. Mingyu stumbled into his bedroom, sloppily falling on top of his bed, breathing heavily.

His dark brown hair stuck to his forehead in clumps, and he gripped the sheets in frustration.

He needed you.

For once, it wasn’t sexual frustration, no, that even he had too much of sometimes.

This was romantic deprivation. He lacked—no, he absolutely craved your love.

This wasn’t innocent puppy love, either. This was the kind of romance that made him obsessed, made his heart beat faster, and tired him out. It wasn’t cute, love-struck bullshit, no, not at all.

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A Cold Hearted Monster

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: can you do a Bucky x reader based off of the song daddy lessons by Beyoncé? like the reader is an assassin and is always quietly singing the song (it’s quite haunting maybe?) and Bucky’s new to the team so he always wonders why but it’s because her dad is the one that taught her to be a killer. Requested by Anonymous.

Word Count: 1,277

Warnings: Violence, Mention of Death, Fluff

A/N: Hope you’ll like it Anon :) Here’s the song

Originally posted by ninja-spacenerd

Came into this world
Daddy’s little girl
And daddy made a soldier out of me

Steve was giving Bucky a tour of the headquarters when a soft voice that seemed to come from the walls stopped Bucky dead in his tracks. He looked around him, his body tense and alert.

“It’s alright.” Steve assured him, one hand rising to rest on Bucky’s shoulder.

“The hell is that?” Bucky gasped as the soft music filled the corridor.

“It’s just Y/n.”

“Where is she?”

Steve looked up at the ceiling and sighed. “I’d say she’s in the air ducts.” He scoffed when Bucky looked at him in disbelief. “She likes to be alone. I don’t think you’ll see her a lot outside of missions. Everyone here has their quirks. Clint sleeps on the roof and Vision can pass through walls. You’ll get used to it.”

“I miss Budapest.” Bucky exhaled forcefully, following Steve.

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And then there was Merlin

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader

Requested: Yup!

Pronouns: She/Her

GIF: turonegerton

Song: ‘Raging’ by Kygo

Warnings: Swearing.

Reading time: 18 Min.

Notes: None

Summary: You’ve been working nights in the tech department of Kingsman and have a run in with Eggsy that could make things a little messy.


“You invent some kinda way to write code with your eyeballs?”

A wisp of hot breath tickled her ear. Y/N whipped her head sideways to meet it. Her face collided with the brim of Eggsy’s hat. “Oww,” She exclaimed. Her eyes squinted shut as she rubbed the bridge of her nose.

“Sorry love.” Eggsy stood behind her chair, leaning over her shoulder, his face next to hers. “You’ve been staring at that screen for 10 minutes. I wasn’t sure you were even awake.”

“I wasn’t,” Y/N muttered. She turned back to the computer, slouched down in her chair and yawned.

It had been almost two months since she started working nights in the tech department of Kingsman. She had met all the agents her first day but only ever saw Trinity, the night watch, which usually meant she could get in a good nap during her shifts.

“Don’t see you around here much.” Eggsy stood up.

“Yea, Uni keeps me pretty busy during the day,” She spoke with her eyes closed, arms folded across her chest. “But Merlin needs my help here so I find the- SHIT!” She sat up fast, eyes gaping. “What time is it?” She frantically checked the desktop for her phone and retrieved it from under a pile of papers and a half eaten banana. It was dead.

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Victor, Yuuri, and Yurio are looking at colleges when Victor sees a sign for a marathon and decides to join it with Yurio. Yuuri is holding a sign labeled 'kiss me i'm a skater' on the sidelines and Victor gets very distracted during the race.

Viktor Nikiforov, retired 5-time consecutive World Champion of Men’s Figure Skating, has recently announced that he will be participating in the 2018 St Lidwina Marathon on April 16. Nikiforov reportedly has taken up long-distance running as a hobby alongside coaching his husband, 2017 World Champion and Grand Prix Winner Yuuri Katsuki as well as 2016 Grand Prix Winner Yuri Plisetsky. Plisetsky is also running the marathon alongside Nikiforov, while Katsuki will be cheering at the halfway mark on the St Lidwina University campus. [MORE]

The screaming at the St Lidwina University Thunder Tunnel is, for lack of a better word, thunderous. 

Yurio had been looking at the university as a prospective applicant, and they’d lined up the visit so that they could get a campus tour and attend an admissions info session alongside participating in the marathon the next day. They were even staying at a small Airbnb just off-campus, tucked above a cosy little cafe called Charlotte’s Corner. St Lidwina was a sweet little New England college town already beginning to be warmed by spring, and Yurio had loved it.

Well, at least, he was scowling a lot less than usual. Puberty had hit Yurio like a truck, and as a consequence he liked to act extra surly to compensate for his sudden lack of grace on the ice. But when the blond had looked up at the red-brick and marble-pillar majesty that was Founders Hall, the admissions and administrative building of the liberal arts college at the university, none of that surliness had been on his face.

That had been yesterday. Today, a different sort of energy hums in the air. Yuuri is convinced most of the students piled up on the metal barriers by the main road are already well on their way to drunk if not already there. Their screams are deafening, and the bright colours of their signs flash wildly in the mid-morning sun.

Viktor and Yurio would be coming by in one of the middle groups, Yuuri knows, so they’ll be here sooner or later. He elbows his way into the crowds gathered at the barrier until he’s managed to squeeze himself up against the metal, between a girl holding a sign that says “Live Long and Prosper” and a boy with a sign that says “Kiss Me, I’m from Texas”. 

Yuuri has his own sign, of course, and he has it up just as another wave of runners begin to appear around the bend.

The screaming gets louder

Yuuri almost drops his sign in an attempt to cover his ears. Had he ever been this loud while at Wayne State? Maybe he should have had something to drink before coming out here. The girl next to him is jumping up and down now, offering high-fives to the marathon runners as they go by. Someone has come by and planted a solid smooch on the cheek of the boy from Texas. 

Yuuri himself offers a couple high-fives to passing runners who recognise him. He shouts some encouragement to them as they go past, but his voice feels oddly drowned out in the overwhelming sound.

And then he sees them both rounding the bend, and his heart picks up a little at the sight.

Yuri is wearing a loose black tank and short leopard-print shorts, his hair tied up and his expression determined. He high-fives a couple people, and offers a quick peck to a girl waving a sign that says “Kiss Me, I’m a Cat Person”. But for the most part he’s focused on the road ahead.

Viktor, on the other hand, is craning his head every which way for a sign of Yuuri. And he’s running shirtless, the white t-shirt he’d started with now uselessly draped over his shoulders. His hair is clipped out of his face and he seems to be covered in sweat, but there’s an intoxicating flush in his cheeks that has a lot of people surrounding Yuuri clamouring for him to come over and kiss them.

And Yuuri’s not about to let that happen.

Viktor!” he shouts, waving his sign. Viktor looks over, his expression lighting up at the sight as he jogs by. 

“Yuuri!” he breathes. He looks like he wants to say more, but is too exhausted to do anything else other than grab Yuuri by the back of his head and bring him in for the hottest, sweatiest, and most disgusting kiss they’ve ever shared in their life. The world falls away all the same, all the noise and screaming around them narrowing into a tunnel of sound surrounding the two of them.

Viktor’s shirt tugs a little. Yurio is dragging him away. Yuuri is dimly aware that he’s now halfway over the barrier. His sign has dropped away somewhere.

“You should go,” he breathes absently against Viktor’s lips.

“Don’t wanna,” mutters Viktor.

“You need to finish the race,” Yuuri says. “We can pick this up later.”

“Promise?” asks Viktor.

Yuuri nods. His fingers linger a moment longer on Viktor’s cheek after he’s pulled back, and then his husband is racing away, sunlight glinting off his ring. Just before he fades from view, Viktor turns back and blows him a kiss, and Yuuri catches it with a grin.

“Wow.” He hears it just to his left, and turns to see the girl staring at him, wide-eyed. He can feel the eyes of everyone nearby on him, now, striking a match to the fire spreading rapidly across his cheeks. 

“That was adorable,” someone remarks. “Can’t wait to see it break the internet.”

And then they return to the screaming, and Yuuri hopes (in vain, he knows) that Phichit won’t find any videos of him and Viktor by the end of the hour.

Rick Martin for BuzzFeed

Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki continue to be #relationshipgoals as Katsuki was spotted giving out some, ahem, encouragement as a spectator of the St Lidwina Marathon this past Monday.

The St Lidwina University Thunder Tunnel is a longstanding tradition of the Marathon, being located at the halfway point on the route. It offers runners a significant milestone as well as encouragement to continue the route. Katsuki was spotted at the Thunder Tunnel at around 11:30AM holding a sign that says ‘Kiss Me, I’m a Figure Skater’ and offering high-fives and encouragement to the runners that passed by.

Well, until his husband, retired five-time consecutive World Champion Viktor Nikiforov showed up with their son (in all but name) Yuri Plisetsky.

Nikiforov clearly read Katsuki’s sign and decided to take him up on the offer.

Very enthusiastically.

And of course Katsuki was very enthusiastically reciprocating.

I mean, can we blame them? Nikiforov was running shirtless by that point in the race. #thethirstisrealfolks

Eventually Plisetsky pulled Nikiforov back to the marathon at hand, and the two managed to complete with the rest of the runners.

Nikiforov repeatedly beat his personal best time by six minutes despite having been distracted by his husband along the way.

We’re sure they celebrated this little victory in their own little way afterwards. 

Coloured Bricks, Pick Up Sticks

Or: Anything can be a superpower if you get it hot enough. 

Wordcount: 1,900+

Genre: Weirdly and unnecessarily specific diagetic meta/comedy/drama

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Inko

Perks: Quirk!Izuku, Quirk Experimentation, Quirk Lore, Izuku’s Extremely Tenuous Grip On The Basic Concept Of What Toys Are

Midoriya Izuku is a very warm person.

Not his personality (though that’s also true). It’s his quirk. His quirk is that he’s warm.

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Rowan Lance (Part 2)

I know a lot of people loved the first part of this. I’m really hoping that everyone likes this part just as much as the first one. I really love wingfics so I hope I’m doing the concept justice. I hope you guys enjoy ❤️

“Are you sure about this?” Lance asked sweating heavily. He looked over the tall cliff, down at the barely visible ground beneath them. They had dragged Lance out of the Castle and found the highest point on the planet. He looked distrustfully back at his friends and hunched his shoulders slightly. He imagined they were just going to toss him off the cliff and decide that was that.

“First, let’s see your wingspan,” Shiro said stepping closer behind Lance. With a sigh, he obeyed and spread his wings out as far as he could. There were some gasps from the others when they saw the newly groomed feathers in the sunlight. At this everyone spread out their wings. Hunk had the largest wings, followed by Shiro, and now Lance, Keith, than Pidge. Keith sent a pout Lance’s way, making him laugh and give him a wide grin.

“Are you sore anywhere?” Shiro asked smoothing his hands down the tops of his first set of wings. He blushed and looked over the tops of them to watch the leader. Shiro glanced up and raised a brow waiting for an answer. He cleared his throat and looked over the horizon.

“No, they feel pretty good just being out again,” he admitted flexing them slightly. Shiro hummed and kept grooming the wings absentmindedly.

“How was your flying before you stopped?” He asked this time. Lance’s feathers immediately puffed up in pride and he put his hands on his hips.

“Best flyer out of everyone in my family,” he said proudly with a grin, “and some of them went on to become aerial performers,” he bragged. Shiro looked back at Hunk, Keith, and Pidge with a little smile and gestured to his back and then the cliff. He got nods and thumbs up in response and he turned back to Lance. He clapped a hand down on his shoulder grabbing Lance’s attention.

“Well, it seems like you’ll be fine,” he said with a smile. Lance raised an eyebrow in confusion and looked behind himself to see the other three standing trying to look innocent.

“What do you me-ACK!” he started only to be cut off by Shiro grabbing him by the waist in the crook of his arm and jumping off the side of the cliff. With a cheer Hunk, Keith, and Pidge dove off the side of the cliff after them. Lance clawed at Shiro’s arm with a scream and felt tears falling from his eyes as the wind rushed passed them.

“I’m going to let you go now,” Shiro yelled calmly over the sound of air. Lance shook his head frantically and dug his fingernails into Shiro’s arm.

“SHIRO I SWEAR TO GOD!” He screamed. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU LET GO, I WASN’T READY!” With a deadpanned face, Shiro took his arm away from the blue paladin.

“Oops, she wasn’t ready,” he muttered snapping his wings open and leaving Lance to flail through the air.

“SHIRO YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” He shrieked. He looked down at the ground ignoring the tears that were flowing up his cheeks into his ears. He closed his eyes and tried to remember before he left home and was immediately greeted with memories of his family and flying with them. He peeked his eyes open and looked to the side, seeing his friends diving alongside him. It was time that he flew with his new family. He didn’t have anything to fear anymore, they were his family and he could trust them. He opened his wings open wide, the air immediately caught on them and his fall came to a stop leaving the other paladins to shoot past him. He laughed and flapped his wings to climb higher up.

“Lance you did it!” Pidge said happily as she flew up to meet him.  Lance gave her a little pout and crossed his arms.

“You doubted me?” He asked. Pidge rolled her eyes and punched him in the arm. He yelped and pretended to fall again, gaining a startled yelp from her. She fell after him with her arms open as if to catch him. He grinned and shot up again, grabbing her in his arms and falling to Hunk, Keith, and Shiro. When they got there, she batted his arms away from him and clawed her way out of his arms.

“Don’t do that, I thought you were going to die,” she mumbled crossly. Lance chuckled and circled around her.

“Sorry Pidge, I used to do that with my little sister back on Earth,” he explained twisting around in the sky. Her eyes widened and she cooed slightly.

“I guess it wasn’t that bad then,” she admitted with a small grin. Lance gave her a blinding smile back. He grunted when suddenly he pushed from behind, he righted himself quickly and looked behind his back to see Keith smirking slightly. Before he could realize what was happening, Keith dropped away and dove down to the ground. With a start, he realized that Keith wanted to play. He quickly dove after him and quickly caught up with him.

“Good try Keith,” he said and grabbed his leg stopping him in his motion. Keith yelped as he was knocked off course and Lance shot up into the sky. He let out a loud laugh and chased after him. Lance looked back at Keith and the happy, determined expression on his face. He led him around for a few minutes and laughed when he shot past him without a problem.

“ACK!” He grunted when smacked into a solid chest. He clung to it when his wings stopped moving and he looked up to look into Shiro’s face. He blushed and quickly righted himself so he could jump off of his chest.

“Sorry Shiro, I didn’t see you there,” he admitted rubbing the back of his neck.

“That’s fine Lance, it was kind of the point,” he laughed. Lance squinted his eyes in confusion but they widened when he felt a hand land a stinging slap between his wings.

“Traitor,” Lance whispered at Shiro. He stared into Shiro’s eyes with wide eyes as he slapped Shiro right on the pec and flew away.

“I’ll accept that,” he said to himself before he took off towards where Pidge and Hunk were leisurely flying around. At the focused frown on his face, they paused before Pidge screamed.

“ABORT!” She shouted and she and Hunk fell away from the paladin. He laughed and chased after them, after a few minutes he flew away hoping that Lance and Keith let their guards down. Luckily it seemed like that’s just what happened to Keith and he was able to slap him on his lower back. He groaned but smirked when he noticed Hunk and Pidge still flying away from them. He quickly took chase away from him after the two. Shiro took the opportunity to fly over to Lance who seemed to be doing simple manoeuvres through the air.

“I’ve come to apologize for my betrayal,” he said overlapping his right wing over Lance’s left ones slightly. Lance’s regarded him slightly before nodding with mock approval.

“I guess you’re forgiven,” he said with a small smile. Shiro smiled back and whiffled to fly underneath Lance.

“Thank goodness, I don’t know what I would have done,” he said. He twisted and came up on Lance’s right side. Lance blushed and looked away at the horizon again. Without a second thought, Lance dove again and Shiro didn’t hesitate in following him. They folded in their wings and suddenly they were grasping each other’s arms and corkscrewing to the ground. They laughed and flew away from each other back into the sky and met up again. They flew around each other, ignoring the smirks they were getting from the others, enraptured instead with each other. The sun was setting before Keith interrupted them.

“I know you guys are in love but we should really head back,” he said with a playful smirk. Immediately they started sputtering out embarrassed excuses and denials.  

“Keep telling yourselves that guys,” he chuckled before turning serious and pointing a sharp finger at Shiro threateningly, “I better be your best man,” he growled and flew to meet back up with Hunk and Pidge. Shiro and Lance glanced at each other with hot faces and quickly turned away again to fly back to the hangers.

“Anyone else hungry?” Keith asked sitting back in the nest. There were various sounds of approval and agreement. Lance yawned and bundled his wings around him to cover him in warmth.

“I’m good, I’m just going to go to sleep now,” he responded closing his eyes. At the complete silence that greeted him, he peeked his eye open. Shiro, Hunk, Keith, and Pidge all stood with wide eyes and limp wings.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He asked worriedly.

“You’re going to sleep here with us?” Pidge asked softly.

“Oh um yes I was going to. I don’t have to though, I can go back to my room!” He said waving his hands around nervously and struggled to stand, trying to untangle himself from his wings to stand.

“No!” Shiro cried making the others flinch. He walked forward with a nervous chirp and tried to get Lance to sit back down.

“We’re just happy that you want to spend the night here,” he explained frantically smoothing down Lance’s hair and feathers. Lance trilled and closed his eyes again, shortly slipping into a comfortable slumber.

At first, Lance didn’t know where he was. He was flying through dense fog and he wasn’t able to see anything at all. Slowly though, he began to see sparkling blue waters beneath him, familiar blue waters. With a start, he realized that he was flying over the private stretch of beach his family owned. He landed on one of the cliffs that overlooked the white sand beach with wide eyes.

“You looked spooked,” A voice said on his right. He flinched back and looked over to see his mamá looking back at him.

“Mamá,” he whispered tears coming to his eyes. She gave him a heartwarming smile and pulled him into a hug. He clutched to her shoulders and cried into her chest. “I miss you Mamá,” he sniffled. She pet his hair and pulled back his head to kiss him on the forehead.

“I know baby but I know that you are doing something incredible out there,” she said comforting him. She gestured back down to the beach where he could now see his family splashing around in the water and playing on the beach. He watched them soar out of the water into the air and dive back in without hesitation. He laughed when one of his cousins came splashing out with a large fish in his hands and he brought it to his uncle to skin and cook for them. With a hand on his jaw, she brought his attention back to her.

“Lance, honey, you don’t need to worry about us,” she said with a concerned expression, “and yes we miss you. We miss you so so much but we are okay,” she said, her voice breaking slightly in the middle.

Lance bit his lip and looked back down at them with a heavy heart. Space certainly wasn’t as horrible as he initially thought it would be. He found the freedom he wanted on Earth here. He found another group of people to call family. He might have even found love.

“I’m so proud of you, and I’m happy you could find people who love you as much as we do,” his mamá said suddenly drawing his attention back to her. She was looking down at the beach now and he followed her gaze. The paladins were landing on the beach and mingling with his family. Pidge and Hunk were playing with his younger cousins, providing a sort of entertainment for them. Keith stood with his uncle as he showed him how to skin the fish that was just caught. Shiro though, he looked lost. He twisted around as if looking for someone.

‘As if he was looking for me,’ Lance thought with a happy grin. Little did he know that’s exactly what he was doing. Shiro looked up at the cliff and his face brightened exponentially when he caught sight of the Rowan.

“Lance!” He called happily with a wave. Lance gulped and looked over at his mamá. She grinned broadly and gestured for his to go. Lance glanced back at him uncertainly and wrung his hands in front of him. His mamá huffed gaining his attention again.

“Lance, I know how long you’ve had a crush on that boy, go after him,” she said bluntly like always. Lance blushed and pouted at his mamá but obediently glided down to meet the black paladin.

“Um, hey Shiro,” he said with a smile.

“Lance?” He asked with a smile. Lance looked at him in confusion and looked around him.

“Uh, yes? What do you mean?” He asked looking at Shiro warily now. Shiro came forward and brushed his hand down Lance’s cheek softly. Lance gave him a shy smile and leaned slightly into the hand.

“Lance?” Shiro asked again quieter than before. Lance sighed and looked into Shiro’s eyes.

“Why do you keep asking me that?” he said. Shiro leaned forward and gently kissed his forehead. When he backed up, Lance’s face was once again covered in a blush and he was looking at Shiro with fond eyes.

“Lance, can you wake up?”

Lance blinked his eyes open coming face to face with Shiro. He shrieked and whipped his head forward connecting their heads with a loud crack. Shiro yelled and pressed a hand to his eye.

“OH FU-IDDLESTICKS!” He yelled in pain.

“Just say fuck Shiro,” Pidge muttered looking at him blankly.

“Fuck,” he grumbled rubbing his eye. Lance jumped forward with a cry.

“Oh Shiro, I am so sorry,” he said with tears in his eyes. Part of it from the pain of the hit, the other from the despair that he already lost his chance with Shiro.

“No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have startled you like that!” He said, he gasped when he looked at Lance.

“Lance, your head, it’s bruised already,” he said gently touching the skin around it.

“Talk for yourself, you have a black eye,” he said with concern. After a moment the two of them burst out laughing and clutched on to each other’s arms to keep from falling over. Hunk leaned over to both Keith and Pidge.

“Do you think they have concussions or something?” He asked with a raised brow directed at the giggling paladins.

“Probably,” Keith replied.

“They’re probably fine,” Pidge said sitting down and covering herself in preparation to go to sleep. Keith did the same, leaving Hunk standing alone to look at them.

“What about Lance’s food?” He asked the two of them.

“Do you want to go over there and try to give it to him?” Pidge asked gesturing at the marks on both Shiro and Lance’s heads. Hunk quickly shook his head and sat down, abandoning the bowl of food goo just outside of the nest. Soon enough the only sounds that were heard were the quiet conversation between Lance and Shiro. Lance fell forward cuddled in Shiro’s wings and looked carefully over the bruise on his face. Shiro suddenly swiped his finger over it and then his own.

“Weird, black and blue, just like us,” Shiro said.

“A bruise, really?” He asked blandly. Shiro shrugged his shoulders.

“It could be nice,” He pouted. Lance raised his eyebrows and put on a disbelieving face.

“Yeah? How so?” He asked leaning back down on Shiro’s arm. Shiro thought for a moment with a hum.

“No matter how bad we’re beaten, we’ll always be together?” He suggested. Lance sighed and cuddled closer.

“Okay, that was pretty good,”

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nickyawesome  asked:

Klance 89? ('I noticed')

“You still in here?” 

Lance squawks as he’s startled. His hesitation creates an opening that the gladiator seizes. The robot rushes forwards. Lance stumbles. His ass hits the training room floor with a loud thud.

There’s a hiss and a groan, but Lance manages to roll out of the way before the gladiator’s next strike.

“Off! Off! Simulation off!” He roars. The gladiator lights dim with a gentle whir. Lance stands and takes off his helmet. His sweat soaked hair stands in all directions, and he rubs at the bruise forming on his cheek. It doesn’t hurt as much as his bruised ego. 

His eyes pick up to glare at the person in the corner who had rudely startled him. He was sure that no one would be awake at this time, or at least, wouldn’t come looking for him.

“How long have you been standing there?” He spits. He peels off his armour aggressively and it clatters to the floor. Keith runs over to help Lance by picking it up. His face looks worried… and apologetic. Lance softens. Without the adrenalin coursing through him, he feels his joints begin to stiffen. He groans as he steps out of his boots.

“You okay?” Keith places a steadying hand on his shoulder. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Lance pulls himself away. “I’m fine.” 

Keith looks at the scrapes on Lance’s knuckles. He eyes the way he shuffles his weight from foot to foot as his thighs start to ache.

“Have you been coming her in secret a lot?” Keith’s brows crinkle together. He dares to step forward again, and places his hand on Lance’s arm.


“Yeah, yeah,” Lance sighs. He knows he’s been caught. He combs his fingers through his hair and tries to avoid Keith’s eyes.

“Just trying to get better, you know? I don’t wanna drag down the team.” He laughs humourlessly. “I thought it might be helping, but no one’s really noticed so…”

“I noticed.” Keith abruptly cuts him off. Lance raises his gaze to stare at his friend with shock. Nerves start to swell in Keith’s chest, but he feels the words wanting to spring off of his tongue. He lets his hand slip from lance’s arm.

“I noticed… that you were really improving…” He rubs his arm nervously. “I notice… lots of things about you.”

Keith can feel his own blush warming his cheeks. He’s said too much. He knows he has.

“Yeah?” Lance steps closer. His voice is low and inviting. It makes Keith’s pulse jump in his throat.

“Y…yeah.” He awkwardly laughs. “Like you’ve gotten…”

He looks up into Lance’s face, flushed red and gleaming with sweat. It’s a mistake.

“Taller!” Keith blurts out. “And uh… uh… I noticed that your legs must be a lot stronger because your kicks really hurt…”

Lance laughs. It encourages Keith to go on. Anything to keep that sad, defeated expression off of this boy’s face.

“And and… your shots are really amazing now. You almost never miss. And you definitely don’t miss if you’re able to plant your feet for two seconds. And your arms…”

“My arms?” Lance smirks. Keith cuts himself off with a small squeak. When had the two of them gotten so close?

“I…I… was just going to say…”

“Keith,” Lance smiles. He places his hands on Keith’s shoulders. His thumbs rub at the thin fabric. 

“Thank you.” He chuckles. “It’s uh… hard for me… sometimes.”

Keith melts. Easiness returns and he reassuringly places his hand on lance’s side.

“I know. But I notice how hard you’re working. And I’m sure the others do too.”

“Do the others check me out like you do?” Lance smirks and winks. keith stands in front of him aghast. He turns red up to his ears and gapes. Lance’s laughter booms around the training deck.

“Don’t be embarrassed, I’m flattered really. Also…” Lance moves in close. He mumbles against Keith’s ear.

“I notice you too.” 

He brings his hand down and it smacks against Keith’s ass with a sharp “thwack!”. Lance leaves the training deck laughing. 

Keith stands frozen. Opening and closing his mouth, waiting for the enraged words that refuse to come. 

in which flash lives in a fancy house and peter and michelle are far too dorky for their own good.

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  • okay, so like. mj always knew that flash was wealthy, you know. he drives a really fancy car and he wears an expensive watch. his hair is always styled in that…rich dude way. but she’s never really had to face how wealthy he truly is until she’s driving deep into the suburbs, surrounded on either side by houses that keep getting larger and more grandiose.
  • ned is in the back just, gawking. “that house is the size of my apartment building!” “oh my goodness, is that a fountain?” “that car has a rolls royce just parked in the driveway!” and ned’s gasping breaths are the soundtrack to their car ride because peter’s phone died and they don’t know the radio stations this far out of the city.
  • when they finally pull up to his house, there is a large driveway that leads up to an even larger house. cars are lined up and down the block and they seem some people from school walking up the driveway. mj parks around the corner and takes a deep breath. she turns around to look at ned and betty and smiles, “ready?”
  • when she looks back at peter, he has the odd look on his face that she doesn’t really want to deal with right now. “ready, loser?” she asks him. and before he can answer, she opens the car door and stretches. when she walks around the car, peter is waiting for her. “ready as ever.” he answers.
  • she can’t help it so she wraps her arms around his shoulders and he wraps his arm around her waist. they walk like that to the party, peter snug under her arm and him pulling her close.
  • she ignores the smug look on ned’s face when he wiggles his eyebrows at her. she just turns and looks straight ahead, allowing herself to enjoy the feel of his fingers squeezing at her waist.

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Summary: Stiles is assigned as editor for the well-known erotica author Derek Hale.

Notes: Written for @dearnearlydemented, who wanted #12 from this list. I hope you like it! (Also, I have no idea what an editor’s job is really like, so please go with me on this one.) (On AO3)

“Come on, Derek,” Stiles says into the phone, just a little cajoling. “I need that chapter by tomorrow, but I’m betting you have it done now, and you’re just holding out on me.”

“Well,” Derek says hesitantly, and Stiles grins. Bingo. “It is done, but it’s not, um, my usual style.”

“I don’t actually know your usual style, so that’s not going be a problem for me. I just want to make sure it’s good, Derek. Is it good?” he asks, amused.

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