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
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
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
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
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
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
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
“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
“(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
“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
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
“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
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
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
“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
“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
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.
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
“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.
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
“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
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
“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
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-
Your hips were grinding down onto his finger, and he was honestly (yet pleasantly)
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
“Oh god, (Y/N).”
Yoongi’s orgasm shatters through his body as he shutters, cumming inside of
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
“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.
I'm glad you could make it to the meeting today
of course, I just want Ernest to behave in something, even if it is Sunday school
your son has been texting alarming things, such as "lol" which stands for "loving our lucifer" and "gtg" which means "guns to gore" and I really feel like he's going down a path we need to steer clear of now.
hey quick question what do you think omg means
SUMMARY: Your work is not the typical job, you give hand jobs for money, but instead of feeling ashamed by it you’re comfortable with it. Until a man offers you to work in his company, where you would use your abilities to please seven guys.
You absolutely hated Mondays. There was nothing good about them. You had college, and classes at 8am were the worst because your teacher was the kind of teacher that made everyone want to rip their eyes off. And the worst of all, you were always late on Mondays because you just couldn’t force yourself to wake up. And that was every Monday, except this one.
“Yeah baby, just like that.” You moaned, your fingers curling over Jungkook’s curls.
“You like that?” the boy asked, his big doe eyes staring between your legs, and he looked so happy that made your heart jump.
me, last night when I thought my best friend was abandoning me: I hate her and she’s the worst person ever and I’m never going to speak to her again so she’s knows how I feel!! my best friend, this morning: hey, wanna hang out today me, now: 💖💖💖💕💕💕❤❤😍😍😍😍✨✨❤❤💕😍😍💖💓😍💓💘💘😍💞💖💕💛💟😍💜❣💙💓💚💓💕❤😍😍💕💘😍💗 YES!!! ABSOLUTELY!! LET ME CLEAR MY SCHEDULE!!
A/N: As you probabbly already know, I love jealous Dean, so yeah… Also this is the first time I write from character POV so let me know if you like it or not…
When you met the boys, you instantly had a special connection with Sam. You also were the youngest sibling, but in your case, your older sister died years ago while you were hunting. You spent a lot of time with him, laughing all the time and you even had special jokes that only you could understand.
And Dean… Well, that was different. You enjoyed his company, of course, but you felt completely different around him. With Sam, he was your best friend and you loved him like an older brother, but with the other Winchester… You couldn’t name the feelings you had. And maybe you were too afraid to accept you were falling for him.
met Y/N, she had a special thing with Sam. She spent a lot of time with him,
always together, always laughing and hell… They even had special jokes I could
And without knowing or having control of it, I started to feel something for her. Of course, she’s beautiful, but she’s also a good damn huntress, she could take down the world if she wanted it and she makes me crazy without knowing it. And I was so jealous, yes, jealous of my own brother.
Dean’s boots pressed their shadows into the wet sand of the shore-line in the dawn.
He walked slowly, bending to pick up twisted branches of drift-wood, bleached by the water.
Sam was with him.
They worked in silence.
Dean had yelled enough. He’d yelled through the cold hours, chill soaking into his knees. He’d prayed to Chuck, to Amara, even to the winged dicks who made up whatever was left of the Heavenly host.
No dice. Nada. Diddly squat. Bupkiss.
So, they’d do what they always did, the Winchesters.
They’d drink whiskey, they’d pour some in respect, maybe they’d say a few words. Then they’d burn their dead comrade, hunter-style, pick themselves up, and go on.
Only this time, Dean didn’t know if he could.
Each step he took, he wanted to walk into the lake and have it fill up his mouth with weeds and brine.
Maybe I’d see Cas in Heaven. His pulse leapt for a second, like the dumbass he was.
Ain’t no dead angels in Heaven, boy.
Bobby, he said silently, as he hauled another armful of driftwood up the beach, I ain’t lyin’, I can’t do this. I can’t do this again.
And suddenly he was angry. He was so white hot angry he felt the need to take his jacket off and throw it on the ground, even though it was early on the shoreline, and still cold.
Sam just kept stacking wood, hair falling in his face.
The first pale orange fingers of the morning were closing over them when, finally, it was time.
Dean was not ready. He fussed with the tie. He cleared his throat and fussed with the hair a bit too.
Sam took the first gulp of whiskey.
Dean couldn’t get the match going. His goddam fingers wouldn’t co-operate.
Cas, it was bad when you sucked in a bunch of Leviathan goo. It was worse when you shoved me out the eye of Purgatory. But now?
“Hey uh, let me,” Sam rescued the matches and cleared his throat as he finally lit the first corner of the gasoline-soaked wood.
Dean couldn’t say it out loud.
“Here lies Castiel, uh, angel of the Lord, and our true friend. Go in peace,” Sam said.
Dean figured he’d just leave it at that. But, as the flames started to singe the edges of the trench coat, something in him rose up and forced its way out.
“Cas, I had dreams sometimes, I never told you, of the day you broke into Hell and pulled me out. Just fragments, really. Like, a light so bright it felt like a hydrogen bomb, tearing down the stench of the torture rooms and shining right into my dirty soul.”
Sam looked at him sideways.
“You were too late, of course. I’d already broken, the first seal was broken…. you know the story.
Except, you weren’t. I was half way to demon-town and you crammed me back into the world, then you walked every step of the way with me after that. It’s that thing, ain’t it, save a man and he’s yours forever? Well, I guess not forever.”
It was as close as he’d ever get to saying it now.
Dean watched the body that was once Jimmy Novak turn to black ash and white bone.
hey, that post that was flagged sensitive is cleared now
ahh that’s good!
Anon:hi sunny, i saw you posted an art piece, but i couldn’t see it so i logged off and i still can’t see it, what was it about? and also i hate the tumblr safety thing. thank you
I don’t know if that thing affects logged out people too anyway idk I
hope they clear out this whole mess in the next days but just in case
you can turn off your safe search mode from the settings, tumblr savior does a
better job at it anyway
Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 5750 Co-written by:syl-writes-stuff Summary: @skimmingsurfaces sent me a prompt: “‘I keep calling the IT center because you seem really cute’ au because Wirt and technology fails and he would so keep calling Dipper because Dipper is insanely cute.” I filled the prompt <3
“Thank you for calling Mystery Tech. For your awareness, this phone call may be recorded for quality assurance purposes. My name is Tyrone. How can I help you today?”
“Um. Right. H-hi. I don’t-” There was a gusty sigh. “My little brother got me a laptop, and I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Tech support laughed. “Okay, no problem. Is there something specific that you’re trying to do?”
“I- Oh, no. Wait. Hold on. He can’t know I called tech support.” The caller’s voice was muffled. “I’m coming, Greg! Just give me five minutes!” Pause. “No, I know exactly what I’m doing and absolutely don’t need your help!” There was another pause before his voice became clear again. “I have no idea what I’m doing, and I need your help.”
He has that long-suffering ‘you’ve got to be fucking kidding me’ tone of voice.
A/N: Quasi-prequel to the other two parts. Inspired by a conversation with @daughterofscotland. Most of these incidents are later forgotten by all the characters involved before the start of ‘The One Where They Steal an Arsonist’.
1 – The Cup
“Len,” Mick says.
He has that long-suffering ‘you’ve got to be fucking kidding me’ tone of voice.
“Yeah?” Len says, looking up from his plans.
He did not look up for his plans for nothing, but Mick’s ‘nope’ voice was one of them. Mostly because Mick’s expressions in the conversations that followed were usually priceless.
“I’m admiring your new laundry basket, s’all,” Mick says.
Len blinks. That’s strange. Laundry basket?
“Is this some way of saying I don’t put my clothing away?” he asks suspiciously. That seemed like a Mick thing – Mick was so weird about eating vegetables and shit like that – but Mick usually tossed his shirt any which way too, so it didn’t seem like…
“No,” Mick says, and points.
Len looks. It’s a pile of clothing hanging over…
“Oh, that,” he says, and looks down at the plans hastily to hide his grin.
You stayed silent for a few moments after pulling away, not entirely sure how to respond. You wanted it, you wanted him and whatever he had to offer, but you weren’t sure how to say it.
Growing up you’d never asked for anything, not for yourself at least. For Luke and Stella you would have gotten on your knees and begged, but not for yourself. You were a lost cause, and had been since your siblings had been born. Doomed at 5 years old to take care of Luke and Stella when the world was stacked against you, you hadn’t chosen the life you led.
You hadn’t chosen to break yourself apart for the people you loved. You hadn’t chosen a mother who traded in your rations for moonshine, or whatever drug she could get her hands on. You hadn’t chosen an absent father who’s name had always been a mystery, and you sure as hell hadn’t chosen to be locked up.
You’d been made. You’d been molded and crafted into the twisted person you were that day; it hadn’t been a choice. Every time you’d gotten in a fight on your siblings behalf or stolen or lied, pieces of you had shifted, broken even. Your mindset that was once so optimistic had been perverted and changed over time, and you sure as hell hadn’t chosen that.
But what you had chosen to do was love your siblings, and accept the consequences of doing whatever it took to protect them. While in the end it had all been worthless, and your cause that was doomed from the start came crashing down, you’d stopped trying to be the person you were before.
But that was on the Ark, and now you were on earth.
synopsis:Things were never supposed to this way. This was not supposed to happen to him. This happened to other people but not him. He was supposed to be there for you, why wasn’t he there? Things wouldn’t have ended this way if had been there…right?
A/N: Please click the link to the song mentioned near the end. It helps.
Things worked weird in the afterlife you supposed. You never ran into any other ghosts besides your son. Maybe because you died together, but you weren’t gonna question it as you were thankful to be able to watch your little girl grow up. It’s been five years at this point since that tragic day, but Moon-Byul never once asked about you or her brother much to everyone’s surprised. All you could do was smile because she could see you and she could see her brother. For all she knew, this was normal. Shin-Byul grew with her much to your surprise, if you’re a ghost you weren’t supposed to grow but there he was growing with her up. That was until the day of their 6th birthday.