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.
people have already decided chelsea manning is too Problematic to support??? i swear, we can't have nothin nice. leave that poor girl alone, she has been through enough!!
she hasn’t outright called for armed insurrection on her twitter so i guess she’s just some dumb liberal now!!!!!! christ, leave the woman out of your personal conquest to make yourself seem the most radical, the woman was imprisoned and tortured for like a fucking decade
chelsea manning is my comrade i dont care what some asshole on tumblr says
The last scenes in the finale should be two separate love confessions. Gina will have Jake over and confide in him that since her accident she’s realized she’s in love with Rosa. She makes him promise not to tell anyone, even Amy. Meanwhile, Rosa breaks down and confesses to Amy that she left Pimento. At first Amy thinks Rosa’s upset because of the break-up, then Rosa admits she felt she had to leave him after Gina’s accident because realized she was in love with Gina. Rosa likewise threatens Amy not to tell anyone, including Jake. (This way Gina’s accident can serve some larger plot-purpose.)
Now it’s S5 and high-jinks ensue…
Jake and Amy are terrible secret-keepers, but trying their best to honor their friends respective wishes.
Amy relates some of Jake’s recent sketchy behavior to Boyle who mistakenly thinks Jake is getting ready to propose! (Of course he already wrote his best man speech YEARS ago!)
Amy’s secret-keeping is getting to Jake as well who shares with Gina. Of course, Gina swears she had a friend who acted similarly while she was trying to keep her pregnancy secret. (Insert snide and meta-comments such as “how did she think we wouldn’t notice she was pregnant?” because Chelsea Peretti is currently pregnant.)
Without knowing Rosa’s feelings, Jake goes on a bunch of stakeouts with her where he constantly talks about Gina (because he totally ships it). However this only makes Rosa feel like Amy told Jake and that he’s is trying to get her to confess herself that way it doesn’t look like Amy spilled the secret. Naturally, Rosa then shuts down when he talks about Gina in protest to the couple which makes the unaware Jake super concerned about Gina’s chances!
Then there’s Amy who’s even more helplessly awkward! She keeps planning “girls nights out” and then finding increasingly poor excuses to bail and leave Gina and Rosa alone. Now Gina is the one convinced that Jake told Amy everything.
And Holt and Terry are essentially just going: “why are our cop-children (and gina) like this?”
….and of course once Gina and Rosa get together we’ll have to deal with Boyle’s insecurities because he and Genevieve were always Jake and Amy’s go-to double date partners and now he feels they’re being replaced by Gina and Rosa.
Prompt: Can you do a Wonder Woman x reader where the reader is her daughter and just fluff and stuff. + Prompt for Wonder Woman could be her finding a gang of street kids and taking them under her wings!!
“I don’t know Clark, if Bruce believes it’s not a great idea, hear him out.” Diana said into her phone, heels clicking on the cracked and aging cement of the London sidewalk. This part of the city had definitely seen better days and it brought Diana sorrow to think back on a time when these boarded up houses and decrepit buildings had once been habitable many years ago.
“We don’t have time for a new plan Diana.” Clark sighed on the other end, thousands of miles across the ocean. Honestly, Diana had better things to be doing than mediating this pissing contest between the two most stubborn men she’s ever met. Sadly, even though she wasn’t a part of this mission she was still heavily invested in the results.
“Just talk to him Clark. Come to a compromise. We only get one shot at this to get this right.” Diana urged. Clark immediately started saying something else but Diana didn’t hear any of that. What she heard was a commotion coming from a nearby alley.
“Just leave me alone Johnny!” A young girl sobbed scrunching her eyes closed and turning her face away to face the brick wall of the alley.
“I’ve got to go, Clark.” Diana mentioned, not bothering to hear his response before hanging up.
Before Diana could think she crossed the street and strode until she towers over the pre teen boy bothering this poor young girl. Diana’s form casted a shadow over the two children. The girl caught onto the change in lighting and stared up wide eyed at the statuesque Amazonian that appeared out of nowhere.
“What are you going to do? Run to your mommy?” He taunted and made a move to yank at the girl’s ponytail but before he could, Diana snatched his hand and lifted him effortlessly with one hand by the scruff of his neck, much like a misbehaving cub.
“Is this boy bothering you?” Diana asked the girl. She nodded and wiped the tears from her cheeks with her tattered and dirty sleeve. Diana turned her gaze back to the boy and gave him a glare that would shake the gods themselves.
“You will leave this girl alone from now on. If I catch you bothering her again I will unleash the full wrath of the gods and will inform your parents of your behavior. Do we have an understanding, young man?” Diana asked. The boy nodded in agreement and Diana set him down. As soon as his feet were on the ground he took off running. When the boy was out of sight, Diana turned back to the girl and kneeled down so that she was at her level.
“Did he hurt you?” Diana asked, looking over the girl for any hint of injury.
“No. Johnny just likes to make fun of me.” She explained in a small voice.
“Where are your parents, little one?” Diana questioned. The girl looked down at her shoes that were dirt covered, three sizes too large, a littered with holes that exposed her small little toes.
“I don’t have any.” She replied, refusing to meet Diana’s gaze. Diana’s heart clenched for the girl. To be homeless in London at such a young age at the precipice of the winter season seemed a fate worse than death. She couldn’t just look away and let this continue to happen.
“Then it’s settled. You’ll come home with me. I’ll set you up with hot food, fresh clothes, a bath and a soft bed in no time.” Diana promised, holding her hand out to the girl in offering. The girl looked up to Diana with fresh tears brimming in her eyes before slipping her tiny hand into Diana’s palm.
“You’re really nice.” The poor little girl commented in a small innocent voice. Diana smiled warmly down at the girl as she stood up straight and started walking hand in hand with the girl out of the alley and towards her warm, comfortable London flat.
“Little one, as long as I am breathing I swear to you on the gods you will never live another day on the streets.” Diana promised the girl. The girl stopping in her tracks in the middle of the sidewalk and held up her delicate curled pinky up to Diana.
“Do you pinky swear?” She asked. Diana chuckled at the girl’s sweet innocence but ultimately interlocked her pinky with the girl’s. It would seem a ‘pinky swear’ meant more to the child than any amount of promises to the gods.
“I pinky swear.” Diana affirmed. The girl nodded once and started leading Diana in the direction that they were previously walking, chatting a mile a minute and asking a thousand questions about her new home.
Yoongi - Roommate AU Genre: Smut Word Count: 4090ish It’s okay to fuck your roommate if it’s only a one-time thing.
A/N: There is honestly no excuse. But come on, no strings attached with Min Yoongi.
Min Yoongi was really more of an acquaintance than a friend,
all things considered. You knew his name and the fact that he was taking
classes at the college, but not much else aside from his rapping. Rather hard not to know about the rapping, what with
him being your roommate and all.
Oh, and his abhorrent
sleeping habits. For the love of god, could this kid maybe not sleep in until 2 in the afternoon and still be cranky if you
accidentally woke him up? Or at the very least, was it too much to ask that he
shut down his computer and stop messing around with his music sometime before 6am?
At least he was good-looking. Like, really good-looking. The few glimpses you had of him when he emerged
for food and left for class were enough to confirm that he was swoon-worthy. If
you were into the whole sleepy eyes/arrogant smirk/I-don’t-give-a-shit thing.
Which you definitely weren’t. For the most part. Kinda.
Request: Can you write a StevexReader story where the reader is at college and has to work as stripper to get the money for it because her parents won’t pay it? And Steve sees her as Tony tracks him there one day to make him lose his virginity. And some guy starts to be rude to her and Steve comes to protect her?
“You gotta get some experience Cap,” Tony mutters as he shakes his head, stuffing his hands in his pocket as they pass by the retro Strip Club, one that had ladies dating back to all sorts of times. You had your classic 80′s rocker, the 90′s grunge, the 70′s disco, the 60′s flower child, and Tony’s personaly favorite the 1940′s showgirl. “It’s completely authentic Cap, it’ll be reminiscent!”
“I don’t remember any strip clubs back in my day, “ Steve mutters as he nearly throws open the door, the old piece of wood smacking against the equally old brick. With an angry sigh he stuffed his hands into his pants pocket as he trudged into the club, his gaze raking over all the different girls. It was obviously a break of some sort for they had all congregated in the front room, not in their individual blast from the past showrooms. All the girls, some of them the drapper 30′s girls straight to the early 2000′s ones all sat around, either smoking or drinking, maybe chatting with one another. Every pair of eyes land on the two as they walk in and Steve can practically feel them undressing him on the spot.
“Hey girls!” Tony calls out boisterously, waving flirtatiously to some of the strippers. “We could a little problem here,”
“We’re on lunch break, sorry,” One of the girls gives him a small smile as she takes a drag from her cigar. If Steve guessed right she looked like she belonged to the 70′s era.
“Would uh- this convince you otherwise?” Tony waves a wad of cash in the air, watching as the girls followed his hand hungrily.
“Hm…” One of the girls rose from her seat, showcasing her rather voluptuous form. “I’m sure I could work on Mr. Tall and Blonde for ya,” She sways her hips as she walks towards the two, stopping just in front of Steve. “He’s pretty cute if I do say so myself,”
“Tony-” Steve begins, casting his friend a side glance when he stopped, his eyes catching onto one of the girls lingering in a corner, sitting by herself but still there. The dark of the room almost shadowed them but Steve would recognize that face anywhere. “(Y/N),” Steve sounds just the tiniest bit confused, his brows furrowed as he gazed into the corner. Tony perks up a bit too, his gaze travelling over the girls until they landed on the shadowy figure in the corner.
“Well I’ll be damned,” Tony chuckles, stuffing his money away as he made his way towards (Y/N)’s table. “Looks like we got yourselves quite the showgirl,” Tony clicks his tongue as he takes a seat right next to (Y/N), giving them a sort of twisted smile. “How perfect for our very own Captain America,”
“Leave me alone Tony,” (Y/N) mutters, folding her arms over her chest as she huffed just a bit. Even in the poor lighting Steve could see how exhausted (Y/N) looked, not even her copious amount of makeup could cover up just how tired she was.
“I’ve got money (Y/N) and if you’re working here you obviously need it-”
“Tony,’ Steve warns, his tone light for now.
“I just want to know why our precious little (Y/N) is out here, working that pert little ass off for money when she doesn’t need it,” (Y/N) bites her lip, blushing just the tiniest bit. “You’re so conservative at the tower, always covering up, damn- I didn’t even know you looked this good,” Tony licks his lips, allowing his gaze to travel up and down (Y/N)’s exposed body.
“Tony, that’s enough,” Steve growls, his patience running thin. “(Y/N) must have a good reason for working here, right?’ Steve looks to her, hoping his gaze was sympathetic. (Y/N) looks at Steve with almost shame filled eyes as she nods her head.
“I need the money for college, I can’t pay with a regular job but working here is sufficing,”
“You know,” Tony leans forward, getting way too close to (Y/N) to Steve’s liking. “If you gave me my own private little show I’m sure I could pay you those college loans for ya,” Tony’s lips brush against (Y/N)’s ear and the flinch, her face taking up an expression of both horror and distaste.
“Tony, stop-” (Y/N) whispers, attempting to push away from the man but he remained steadfast, quickly grabbing onto (Y/N) to keep her in place. That was all Steve needed to rip Tony away from (Y/N) and shove him against the wall, his elbow digging into his throat.
“When a woman tells you to stop you better fucking stop, got that?” Steve growls, pushing his elbow against Tony’s neck even more. The man coughs and chokes, clawing at Steve’s arm to let him go. Somewhere behind him the girls are all whispering about Steve and Tony and no doubt (Y/N) as well. “Do you understand Stark?” Tony nods weakly, clutching at Steve’s arm fruitlessly. With an angry grunt Steve let Tony fall to the floor, instead turning to (Y/N) to ask if she was okay.
“Are you okay?” Steve asks, his tone much lighter than it had been a few seconds ago. (Y/N) nods meekly, pursing her lips as she does.
“Wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened to me,” (Y/N) smiles sadly and Steve can nearly feel his heart break.
“When do you get off work doll?” The nickname slides from his lips easily, almost unconsciously. (Y/N) smiles just a bit, rubbing at her arms in the chill of the club.
“A few minutes actually,”
“How bout you get dressed and I can take you out to that cafe you like so much?” (Y/N) smiles even more as she nods, her spirits slowly but surely rising.
“I’d love that,” (Y/N) brushes past Steve, stopping by his side to give his cheek one little peck, one that had Steve’s cheeks ablaze and his heart hammering.
“Thanks Stevie,” (Y/N) whispers, their lips brushing against his cheek with each word. “I think I owe you your own private show sometime,” Steve’s cheeks flush even more, and he swears his heart presses against his chest with how fast it’s beating.
“Let me take you on a few dates first,” Steve smiles sheepishly. (Y/N) only smiles, nodding their head as they do.
“Cafe is date number one, bookstore is the second one next week, that okay with you?” Steve nods, a little unbelieving chuckle falling from his lips.
The Loser’s Club. What a club, am I right? It was great to just hang out with them even though I was older by a couple of years. People thought I was weird hanging out with them instead of looking for men or makeup or clothes and shoes etc. Greta Bowers was very keen on having me be her “Best friend” but, I knew better then to fall into her trap. Now she hated me.
It was a sunny day and we decided that we would hang int he Barrens, A portable radio and some magazines were all we needed on a day like this. We all brought our own stack to share with the others. I brought the radio of course because they weren’t “old enough” which I thought was bull shit.
Bonnie Taylor’s Holding Out for a Hero was on at the moment and we were all talking and quietly singing along with the parts we knew. Eddie and Richie were touching thighs and shoulders as the looked at a magazine together. I smiled at them and looked back at my own magazine.
“Well, look what we have here boys. Faggot’s 1 through 7.” Henry Bowers said as he approached the small group. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Henry Bowers also known as McDouchey was always picking on the boys and trying to get Bev and me to go “hang” with them.
“Just go, Bowers. I don’t want this shit today.” I said folding the magazine up before setting it on the ground next to me.
“Why don’t you to babe’s come hop in he car and we’ll show you a better time than these Faggots can.” Henry said smirking at the whole club who just shrunk away from him.
“In your dreams, asshole.” I said playing with the grass underneath my hands.
“Oh, you don’t want to know what’s in my dreams. It must be int here’s too don’t you think,” He said walking around the group while smacking their heads. “They are probably thinking about doing you right now. Isn’t that right B-B-Bill?” Henry said crouching down to Bill’s level to look him in his eyes.
“J-Just leave us alone B-Bowers.” Bill said turning his head away from Bower’s stare.
“Aw poor Bill.” Henry said and was about to punch him when I got up and grabbed his arm with all my might. I pulled him back and he fell down on his back.
“Just get the fuck out of here Bowers.” I said as all the kids stood up and slowly made their way over to me.
“Do you think I care if you’re a girl. I will still punch you in the face. It makes no difference to me.” He sneered as he got up off the dirty ground.
“It will make a difference when I kick your ass.” I said stepping up to his level. He was a bit taller than me and definitely stronger but that wasn’t going to stop me from trying.
“You’re a really funny bi-” Before he could even get to word out I was pulling my fist back and pushing it forward into his face. The right hook hit him right in the nose and had him reeling backwards. His face was utter disbelief and I looked up to Belch, and Victor to see that they had the exact same face.
“Would you like some as well?” I said stepping my foot forward to scare them. They scrambled off each other and ran up the hill leading down to the Barrens. Bowers had made his way to his feet by then and wiped his bloody nose with the back of his hand.
“This isn’t over assholes.” He said backing away.
“Well, it is for know. just go you pussy.” I said and he turned around and ran after Belch and Victor.
“Dude, Y/N that was so cool.” Richie said after Henry no longer was in earshot.
“It was nothing. I’m sick of that asshole picking on you guys.” I said sitting back down and turning the radio back up. Cyndi Lauper’s Girl’s Just Wanna Have Fun and I laughed at the timing of it.
They all sat in the small circle and kept reading but looked at me in a new light. I was happy to be there friend and that they looked up to me. Richie had thanked me the most because of him and Eddie. When first found out I was shocked but then I could get why and was so happy. They were so cute.
I don’t think Bowers was coming back anytime soon.
A/N: Okay so warning this has smut also I started this at 4:30pm and now it’s 4:24am like this looks like it was done in one second
Harry always made sure everything in his life was how he preferred it. If he wanted something he got it, if he wanted certain things changed they were changed in a heartbeat. Now, Harry wasn’t cocky about it this was just something he had grown accustom to, so getting what ever he wanted came like second nature. Although it wasn’t just him getting “special treatment” he made sure his family always had what they needed in a matter of seconds.
The only thing Harry actually wanted was someone to be with, share his thoughts with, and put his love into. Don’t get me wrong, Harry put his life and soul into his music no questions asked but he just wanted someone that could share their feelings with him and every thought they had ever come across. And that’s where you came along, well in Harry’s book. When Harry first saw you it was at a smoothie place near his house. You were ordering a Groovy Goji with a grilled chicken wrap.
Harry didn’t know what attracted him to you he didn’t think it was your face seeing half of it were covered by Hangover styled Aviators. Maybe it was your voice, while it did sound beautiful it was the perfect mix of nasally, soft, and filled with confidence. The only words he heard there ‘goji’ 'also’ 'chicken’ since the strong wind was impairing most of his hearing. Goji and chicken sounded great to Harry but that wasn’t it either. So Harry decided it was the way you carried yourself, you stood tall and determined not to mention the natural glow you had.
Harry quickly ordered his food and sat at the table in front of you hoping to catch a glimpse of your face. A little after you both got settled you took off your sunglasses and he finally saw your full face. Harry was completely floored, it was obvious your beauty wasn’t the reason you attracted him but it was just a little bonus to finally see your face. Harry sipped on his antioxidant smoothie and tried to get a your attention buy dropping things and and coughing very loudly but you never made an effort to look up. Harry grow frustrated very quickly, everyone in the damned store looked at him with the “Oh my gosh it’s the Harry Styles” but the one girl he wanted wouldn’t even glance at him.
As said before Harry always got what he wanted, right now Harry wanted this girl to notice him and he got none of that. A hour passed of Harry ordering numerous drinks and still no contact from this girl. When he almost gave up the girl closed her laptop, shoved it in her bag and walked toward the door.
“See you again Y/N” the barista called out behind her. So that was her name it most definitely fit her face. Now Harry had a name and a face but he still seeked more. It was obvious he could have came back tomorrow and seen you, the barista’s words as evidence, but that just wasn’t enough. So the only thing that made sense to Harry was to follow you yes full on stalker follow you.
Harry made sure you were out of sight of the shop windows before towing after you. He pressed in his mind which direction you were going he all so made sure he was a good ten feet behind you at all times. While in this pursuit of you he’s learned a lot if things, everyone and he means everyone knew who were he watched as you received “Hi Y/N!” “Hello love, how are ya?” You replied with smiles, waves, and answers to those question. This whole ordeal made Harry more curious as to who you are. As he pondered who you might be he didn’t notice you stopped and turned to face him, causing Harry to crash into you.
“Okay listen here mister, I let it slide when you stared at me back at the shop even when you followed me for two blocks. But now you’re just being creepy so can you just please leave me alone?”
Harry’s heart dropped down to his stomach, blinded by the thought of this girl he completely forgot right and wrong. For god’s sake he had followed this poor girl. “ ’M so sorry. I didn’t mean ta freak yeh out I just wanted to talk to yeh.” Harry explained. “Mmm really? Ever tried 'Hey wanna talk’?”
“I’m sorry. Can I please make it up to you? I just wanna talk to yeh a bit. Maybe over a goji berry smoothie?” Harry proposed, hoping for a positive response.
“Nope sorry I’m allergic” with that she turned on her heel and kept walking down the street. Harry had properly blew it and he was more than frustrated. On his walk home he thought about what he could do to try and make the situation better. The last thing Harry wanted to do was leave a bad taste in your mouth, that’s when he thought about the barista’s words “See you again Y/N!”
Harry woke up the next day with a plan already in his head, it wasn’t that elaborate but it was a start. He woke up and put on his best outfit, with the help of his sister, and walked to the shop that got him in the mess in the first place. Harry ordered his antioxidant smoothie and a sandwich for himself with a groovy goji and a grilled chicken wrap for Y/N. Merely minutes later you walked in “Hey! Over here.” Harry called. You looked in the direction of the voice, once you saw who it was you tried to leave immediately, but Harry was too fast. “Please jus sit down with meh so we can talk.”
“No, I don’t talk to people like you.”
Harry has never gotten that response before when he asked to talk to someone. This girl really put up a challenge but that just enticed him more. “Just because ’m famous doesn’t mean ’m stuck up if tha’s what yeh think”
Y/N looked up at Harry with dulled slow blinking eyes. “Famous?” she chuckled “ When I said people like you I meant creepy, if we’re being honest here I have no idea who you are.” Now that was a huge blow to Harry’s ego, not only did she not know him, she called him creepy. “Yeh don’t know who I am? ’M Harry Styles I’m from the band One Direction well I’m doing my own thing for the time being but.”
Y/N racked her brain for 'Harry Styles' or 'One Direction’ but nothing came up. Of course Y/N didn’t live under a rock she always knew the latest songs and Netflix TV shows but she had never heard of Harry and his band. Now she was being pursued by this hot shot since yesterday that she hasn’t heard of mainly because their prime years were covered by her emo phase which left no room for boy bands. Since My Chemical Romance and One Direction didn’t mesh well on a playlist she was left completely clueless “Yeah dude, I don’t know who you are.” Harry sighed but maybe this was a good thing, since Y/N didn’t know him she may not associate him with the womanizer image that didn’t represent him at all. “Okay well maybe we could chat about it ovar some food and such?”
Y/N thought about it, if this guy really was a creep she could rely on the employees to save her since she’s on a first name basis with all of them and even texts a few of the baristas from time to time. There was no doubt his name held weight because yesterday everyone flocked to him as soon as they walked in. At first she just thought he was a local like her self but some people asked for pictures and autographs, she thought that was odd but the letter she was writing to her brother overseas was way more important than some pretty boy local.
After a long sigh Y/N says “I guess so.” with a smile that made Harry’s heart flutter. Harry lead you to the table where your food was set up “ I got what I heard you order yesterday. That’s not really helping the creep case but.” Harry said while he sat her down and pushed her chair into the table. “Yeah no it’s fine, really sweet actually.”
Harry and Y/N talked about a lot first was about his first band and his experience on the X Factor. Harry’s talk lead more into One Direction and the great times he’s had with all four guys and even giving Y/N insight on some of the worst. Then Harry let Y/N have the spotlight where she talked about her upbringing. She told Harry just about every embarrassing story in her life because that’s what made him laugh the most. Y/N and Harry talked the whole entire day, in fact they didn’t even notice until one of the employees told them the place was closing.
They walked outside the shop to bid a goodbye to one another but they both didn’t want the night to end so Harry had an idea “Come ovar my place for a bit? We could talk some more.” Harry leaned his forehead on to hers and intertwined their fingers.
Harry and Y/N walked back to his house, they talked some more about TV shows Harry spewed out his favorite in a heartbeat since he barely watched TV but he always had a few he tuned to immediately. Y/N however recommend every show on HGTV like Flip or Flop and Vintage Flip just to name a few. Harry never heard of these shows but seeing the excitement in her eyes made him want to watch them more so they agreed to watch it when they got to his place.
They got to his place in a matter of minutes he ushered her in just incase any paps were waiting to catch a glimpse of him.“So this is my place, it’s not much but I call it home.” This place looked beautiful to Y/N different art pieces decorated the white walls, different crystals sat on side tables each were different in shapes and sizes but were all connected by a common color of red. The living room and a color plan of yellow, black, and red it was weird but Harry made it work. The two walked to his couch and took a seat “Now show me this House Hunters you go on about.”
After about four episodes and Harry yelling at the wifes when they complained about the light fixtures our the shower head, the two found themselves cuddling on his couch. Y/N lifted her self from his chest to get to his face “H, calm down show’s fake anyways she’s just bitchin’ for no reason.” Harry looked up at her, her eyes were glazed over and her hair was a hot mess because Harry ran his fingers through her hair, getting it tangled, but she looked absolutely adorable. “It is? Tha’s upsetting.”
Y/N chuckled and started to ramble about something but Harry was too focused on her lips, they were puffy and looked so soft Harry couldn’t help himself. Harry reached up to capture her lips Y/N was caught off guard but it felt right and she quickly melted into the kiss. This wasn’t the 'sparks are flying’ 'fireworks in my stomach’ type of kisses because those just didn’t happen, but this was the best kiss Y/N has ever had in her life no doubt. Push came to shove and they’re in his living room making out like horny teenagers.Y/N was the one to break the kiss “Can we, I don’t know. Go to your room or something?” she said gasping for air
Harry didn’t hesitate before he lifted Y/N up and wrapped her thighs around him. He ran upstairs and dropped Y/N on the bed before crawling over her. “So beautiful love, jus’ layin’ here fo’ meh.” Harry kissed her cheek trailing down to her jawline then neck. Y/N started to moan when he sucked a sweet spot under her ear. “Oh babe that feels amazing!” she moaned and grabbed a hold of his hair. Her moans ignited something in Harry that caused him to rut his cock on her thigh.
Harry made sure he had two beautifully colored marks on her neck and collar bone before continuing. He lifted the bottom of her shirt to under her breast. Harry kissed, sucked, and kitten licked her lower stomach. Different profanities including fuck and shit leaving her mouth her skirt created no barrier as Harry continued his assault while rubbing her panty clad clit. Y/N took her shirt off and massaged her breast through her bra “Fuck Harry do something please I need you!”
Harry decided to give her what she wanted, he reached up to undo the clasps on her bra and slid it off her arms. “You’re such a fooken sight to see petal. Your tits are so perfect, let me get us situated then I’ll get back to those, okay beautiful?” Harry went down to her lower region he pulled down the zipper on her skirt and slid them down her legs. Then Harry leaned in to place a kiss her her clit he licked and sucked as much as he could seeing she still had underwear on. “Sweetheart, these little thongs yeh have on are so beautiful pet, bet they make ya ass look incredible. In fact turn around and let me see it babe.”
Y/N whined “Baby please I just want you in me please H I’ll do anything!”
“Love when I say do something, yeh do it. I don’t wanna spank that pretty ass red. But I will.”
Y/N groaned but turned around on her stomach. “Christ sweetheart I was right.” Y/N’s ass was beautiful it was the perfect size for Harry her ass turned Harry’s semi hard straight into a raging hard on. He dove into her ass, Harry licked and kissed under her left ass cheek while the right hand grabbed onto her other ass cheek. Y/N never thought someone paying this much attention to her ass would feel so good but now that it’s happened she doesn’t want to have sex again if it didn’t include this part. Most of her moans were muffled by Harry’s pillows but they both knew how aroused she was especially Harry since he could smell her dipping in between her legs.
“Sweetheart, yeh smell absolutely wonderful take off those pretty panties fo’ meh.” While Y/N took care of that, Harry quickly stripped out of his clothes, leaving his cock angry red and throbbing. Harry laid down between her spread legs as she still laid. Harry spread her pussy lips apart and blew cold air on her opening. “Har baby that feels so good, you’re doing me so good but please baby fuck me.”
“In a second love.” Harry tongued her entrance. He took his time while he ate her out he’d smack her ass a few times just to watch it bounce luckily it turned her on so it was a win-win. After Harry ate her to the verge of tears “Harry baby I’m gonna cum I’m so close babe I’m right there jus- Harry!”
“Yeh aren’t cummin’ 'till I’m deep inside you pet. But I got one more thing to do.” Harry flipped her over to see her face, her face was flushed she she was sweating, not to mention the tears going down her face. Harry cooed and wiped her tears away “I’ll let you cum in a second pet, just let me play with those pretty tits first.” Harry leaned up to circle his tongue around her nipples, making them hard. He took her pointed nipples in between his teeth and tugged on them. Y/N wanted him to fuck her so bad but this felt almost as good almost. “Harry please fuck me!”
“Okay love I gotcha. Hand meh a condom outta that drawer.” after Harry got the condom on he rubbed the head of his cock on her slit. He got whines in return from Y/N so he finally thrusted in. “Fuck Harry! You’re so big my gosh fuck me baby” The words coming from her mouth made him thrust faster, her cunt was heavenly around his cock since he had a condom on he couldn’t feel everything he’d like but he still felt on top of the world inside of her. Harry held her legs at his hips then reached down to capture this girls lips. Harry got his deepest and thrusted his hardest into Y/N and he could cum at any second. “Harry please I’m almost there!” that’s all he needed before reaching down to rub her clit. That’s what pushed her over the edged, Y/N came on his cock “Tha’s it baby cum all over Daddy’s cock I got you pet I’m right here.”
Y/N’s climax crashed down on her while Harry’s followed shortly after. Harry laid down beside his lover. “Stay tha night, I’ll make you breakfast in the morning and maybe we can have a round two.” Y/N obviously didn’t need to think twice about this offer. “Okay but next time I want to be in charge.”
how come you're so against trans women? if they identify as women doesn't that make them women? shouldn't us feminists defend all woman no matter age, race, ethnicity, etc.? I just genuinely want to understand the logic behind your way of thinking.
Okay, since you so genuinely want to understand… Sit down. Let’s talk.
Why do you think “woman” is something that one can “identify” into? Do you understand what the word “woman” means? Do you understand what it means to be a woman?
I’m gonna guess you haven’t been living under a rock for the last few years so… Have you heard about the statistics for female infanticide? (x) What about female genital mutilation? (x) Have you heard of child brides? (x)(x) And breast ironing? (x) This list could go on and on. These are all acts of violence which harm females exclusively.
These girls are hurt not because they “identify” as women… Some of them are fucking unborn… But because they are women, or they will grow into women… Either way they are female.
This isn’t a coincidence, it’s not like “oh five of them…uh… kinda??? maybe??? could??? be women??? I guess????” NO. These are 100% female individuals. They are killed, violated, mutilated, raped… Because they are female.
That is not an identity to be had. That is a biological reality. They are born with XX chromosomes, and they have uteruses, and they have vaginas, vulvas.. They are undoubtedly, biologically female.
The examples I’ve cited are all about children/underage individuals, because I wanted to point out: let’s pretend for a hot second that “woman” or “girl” is an identity. Then how come these children are being oppressed and marginalized? Are they “genderless”, since they’re not old enough to even have an identity? Do we have some sort of “genderless” genocide going on? No. We do not. These girls are in third world countries, countries where “gender theory” is but a whisper which only the privileged have even heard about.
Since we see all this violence against females, what about males? What does that make them?
It makes them oppressors. It makes them privileged. Males are either oppressing women/females or they are benefiting from their oppression. Either way, males come out winning, women come out losing, losing very badly.
From birth to death, females live in fear. Even in “pretty chill”, developed societies, women are scared of walking around at night, scared of going places alone, scared. Only females can understand the fear of a rape which might get you pregnant. The fear of being obliged to live with your rapist’s baby inside you, otherwise you’ll be cast aside, even arrested. Rape is just one of the things, though, then there’s acid throwing (x), forced pregnancy (x)…
So what happens? How do women react? How can they protect themselves? Well, women create shelters. They start women-only spaces, female-only spaces, where women can be free from their oppressors. Spaces where only we can be in, where there’s no threat hanging in the air…
And what do men do? Well they change their names to “Suzie-Lou”, and force their way in. At first, sure. A lot of transwomen were homosexual males, so they had no interest in scaring and intimidating women. But then the tables turned. The heteros caught on, they realized homosexual transwomen were being welcomed, so they decided they should be welcomed too.
And before your can cry “oh but the poor transwomen! they don’t wanna get into your dirty terf pants! they don’t wanna have anything to do with lesbians they just wanna be happy!!! terfs started this, they spread hate for no reason” I strongly recommend you check out [t][h][e][s][e].
Okay, so now you understand female oppression, and you understand where these transwomen males are coming from… So where do they overlap, why do I care so much? Why can’t I “admit” they’re women, leave them alone?
A woman is an adult human female. A girl is a female child. We need to make these definitions clear as feminists, because as feminists the oppression of female children and adult human females is what we fight against.
Bear with me for a second, and pretend you’re a dentist. Someone taught you that “a cavity is the decayed part of a tooth. It’s a little hole.” But then when you ask them “Okay, what’s a tooth, then? How do I find and fix the cavities?” they just answer: “a tooth is anything that identifies as a tooth”.
And you wanna seem smart, a good dentist, so you go in, see your first patient. But you still don’t really know what is a tooth. But then you look inside a human mouth, you see these white things, they’re all have similar characteristics. And they have dark spots, little holes.
Are you gonna drill into your patients gums, because that might be a tooth? Are you gonna pinch their tongue? None of those have holes, what would you fix? But those white things, which you know have cavities… Why would you keep calling them “white things”? Why not define them as something? Why not give them a name, and call them teeth? It would be pretty dumb, right? Pretty useless?
So let’s change things up, you’re not a dentist, you’re a feminist. You know that there is such a thing as misogyny, sexism. You know that non-vagina-humans oppress vagina-humans. In order to fix the problem, solve that issue, you need to have a clear line between who oppresses and who is oppressed. And you know you’re gonna be talking about humans a lot, so wouldn’t it be easier if you had a proper word for those humans?
Why not call the men and women? Now you know, misogyny is a thing that affects women. Okay, then we need a clear definition of what misogyny is. Misogyny is ingrained prejudice against women. Okay, then what are women? Anything that identifies as such? But then can a cat be a woman? Can a dog be a woman? Can a five year old boy be a woman? Because he identifies as such? No. In order for the definition of misogyny to have any value, then the definition of woman must have value. It must mean a fixed thing. You cannot define a word with itself. You cannot say “a woman is anyone who says they’re a woman”. That makes for blurred lines, confused statements.
This is why people came together and made language a thing that exists. This is why we have dictionaries. We can’t ignore the meaning of important words just “because”. We only change the meaning of words when a significant part of society uses it in a certain way for a significant amount of time. But woman has meant adult human female for a very very very long time. So why would we change it? What would that achieve?
The one thing that comes from the denial of sex, the denial of male and female as absolute biological realities, is that feminism’s fight becomes useless. If we don’t know what a woman is, and what a man is, then there is no one being oppressed, and there is no one oppressing them, because nothing has meaning.
But that’s not the world we live in. Women are oppressed, they are marginalized, killed, abused. Why would us, the feminists, the ones who have vouched from the start that we would fight for female liberation, turn our back on that? Why would we deny reality? For males??? But aren’t males the ones to blame? Aren’t they the fucking oppressors? (hint: they are).
So yes, feminism is for all ages, ethnicity, classes… Of females. Feminism is for females. Feminism is for women. Women born women, the only true women to ever exist. We must fight for female liberation, because our oppression has not gone anywhere, and it will not go anywhere, unless we address it, loud and clear, with the right goddamn words!!!!
To deny that women are females is to deny our oppression. We are oppressed because of our bodies, because society despises our very biology, not because we identify as women. To say so would mean every woman to have ever lived has chosen her own oppression.
And I will not have that.
So, TL;DR: “if they identify as women, doesn’t that make them women?” No. It doesn’t. XX chromosomes are the only thing that makes anyone a woman; I will not say otherwise, because to deny this is to deny female oppression, and therefore to render feminism completely useless.
Ægir- maybe fight him, but only if you’re on land. You might have a shot. If you’re near any water at all, tell him his daughters are very, very pretty and gosh golly you could go for some beer right now. Then flee.
Freyja- you might be able to hold your own against Freyja, though she is a strong fighter and has the best bitch slap known to man. She also claws like a cat, so keep her at arms length and use a catnip mouse on a string to distract her. Or your genitalia, whichever occurs to you first.
Njord- Yes. Fight Njord. Hit him square in the jaw and he’ll probably shrug and say “I just miss the sea” or some hipster shit
Ullr- you can probably take Ullr, if he doesn’t have his bow with him. Just be mindful as he has a good throwing arm, too.
Bragi- don’t fight Bragi, it’s not even fair. Look at him. He’s just standing there with his lyre. You’d feel bad afterwards, Come on.
Odin- NO. NO NO NO. DON’T FIGHT ODIN. DO NOT. He will fuck you up.
Tyr- be careful if you try to fight Tyr. He only has one hand so while that seems like good odds for you, he may pre-date Odin as a god of war and death, so he’s definitely pretty damn good with a sword.
Gefion- you can take Gefion, surely. Just don’t call her a cow.
Frigg- she will mom-glare you into the ground before you can throw a punch, and you will end up sitting by her loom and holding the clouds for her to spin. Would not advise fighting Frigg.
Loki- you don’t want to fight Loki. Sure, you think you could beat the scrawny bastard, no problem, and you’d surely be right, if Loki ever fought fair. Don’t fight him: you’ll end up as a fish or a horse or something with him gyrating on top of you and you’ll think “how did I get here, how did it come to this?”
Freyr- YES. FIGHT FREYR. FIGHT HIM. Pull his hair and call him names, he doesn’t even have his sword anymore. Alternatively, tell him his wife doesn’t love him and watch him cry.
Kvasir- fight him. He’s a giant spit ball. If you can’t take him, you’re useless. Thor- DON’T. Never fight Thor. Offer him a small child to make him laugh and then talk about beer and hitting stuff and make him happy before you sneak away in fear
Baldr- don’t fight Baldr, you love Baldr. Why would you want to fight him? He’s so shiny. Look at that smile. Besides, he wouldn’t feel it anyway.
Sigyn- you might be able to hold your own against Sigyn- she wouldn’t want to fight you and would probably hold back a little. Just keep your chin up and you’ll do alright. But resist the urge to make dead baby jokes, or the tables will turn and she will end you
Skadi- don’t fight Skadi, are you kidding me
Idunn- No! You can’t fight Idunn! Absolutely not. How could you?? Leave the poor girl alone, she just wants to tend her apples, what has she ever done to you?? You meanie.
Vali- fight Vali, but be strategic about it. He grew into a man in one day, so he’s still very much a child, mentally speaking. Challenge him to a spelling bee and watch him throw a tantrum when you spell “friend” right and he doesn't
Heimdall- don’t risk it, who knows what that guy can do. And if he doesn’t beat your ass, his nine moms will do it for him.
The water was ice cold. From the surface, it was calm looking—didn’t look like it would eat you alive like it was doing right now. You didn’t have time to hold your breath the second you fell in. You were swept under the current and that was it. It was dark, cold, and the only thing burning was your lungs as it begged for you to fill it with air. No matter how many times you tried to swim to the surface, you never made it. The current was too strong for you to fight.
Is this how you were going to die?
Damn. Fate is just cruel now.
At least you weren’t going to die like the rest of those who are Broken. You get to drown. That’s nice.
You thought you were going to drown.
You felt something grab a firm hold of your arm, pulling you out of the river. You gasped for air, couching up the water you had swallowed as you were dragged onto solid ground.
“What the hell are you doing in the river?” a deep, gruffly voice said, the grip on your arm releasing.
Oh, you know, going for a swim.
You said nothing as you were on all fours coughing and gasping for the greatest element to exist on earth. Over the sound of your coughs, you could hear the sound of footsteps quickly approaching before coming to a stop next to you. “Fuck, are you okay?” you heard Jimin ask, cupping your cheeks, bringing your head up to look at him. You could see the worry in his eyes as he moved your hair away from your face. “You’re fucking ice cold. Shit, we need to get you warm.” He helped you to your feet, catching you as you stumbled. “Do you have a cabin close by?” he asked, looking past you at the man behind. When there was no answer coming from the man, Jimin added, “She’ll get worse the longer we’re out here, and our place is too far. Please.”
The man sighed. “It’s half a mile east of here.”
“Okay.” Jimin turned attention back to you. “Let’s go.” You wanted to tell him you were fine. However, when you opened your mouth to let the words flow out, nothing but the sound of your teeth chattering left past your lips. “You’ll get hypothermia if you’re out here any longer,” he said in a firm tone before grabbing your arm, turning around, and lifted you on his back. You were going to protest, but you could feel the warmth radiate from his body, and it was welcoming.
He was quick as he made his way towards the cabin. He maneuvered around the trees with ease, hopping over fallen branches, ducking under them, and never missing a beat in his pace. Not long after, as fatigue began to wash over you, he quickly walked up the steps to the cabin. He burst through the door, slamming it shut behind him.
Jimin set you on the ground. Turning towards you, he told you, “Take off your clothes. I’ll be back with a blanket and I’ll start the fire.” You nodded, watching him leave when all you wanted was to be wrapped in his arms again where warmth was comforting. Slowly, and shakily, you began to strip until you were in nothing but your undergarments.
• not even joking this kid will get whiplash when he sees you • will try to contain himself and not run up to you, bc he knows those lame ass jokes never picked up anybody except chan • so like he’d try and get to know you better and become friends bc he’s like what can go wrong :) • until he falls in love so hard • chanyeol help me make this girl fall for me before I lose my mind :):):) • is hella cheesy when telling you he liked you • might end up offending you bc he’s like “I don’t wanna be friends with you” and takes a long dramatic pause before saying he loves you • gets caught up in the moment and (trips) kisses you • so I think you can already tell he’d be a pretty laid back bf • like he really isn’t the type to get jealous, esp not with the other guys bc he’s so happy the people he cares about get along • speaking of • he’d want you to meet his whole family pretty soon • and falls in love with you all over again when you get along with his parents and brother • is v spontaneous and dates with him are always unexpected • 3/4 are dates with Chanyeol • but you’re not complaining • though it would take some time, you’d be surprised when he shows his emotional side and wears his heart on his sleeve • like it’d be a complete 180 from his usual goofy side • you wouldn’t even need words to comfort him, just by holding him and kissing him you’d make him feel so loved and wanted • spoils you so much, esp candy and food • plays with your hair and runs his fingers over your neck without even realizing what it does to you (or does he) • being that couple that always looks good but too lazy to workout • he’d rather be cuddled up with you on the bed just enjoying each other and having tickle fights • calling you when he’s away and trying to sound happy over the phone for your sake • but he’s breaking on the inside and all he wants to do is have you by his side • sometimes refuses to Skype or FaceTime bc he doesn’t want you to see him crying bc he feels like he’s become too emotional around you • can be a brat when he’s sick but he can’t help but use your affection to his advantage sometimes • lazy, slow but passionate kisses • tummy rubs when he’s tired • is the type of dummy to send you pictures of his knees and pretend some girl is with him and took a nude lmao • and you’re like wtf why are your boobs hairy • tbh why can’t you just be jealous, give the poor kid some ego boost and make him feel wanted • pretends to be mad when you’re not paying attention to him • he’d steal kisses and play footsies with you until you finally give in to his affections • "no you can’t borrow my eyeliner, we’re only going out for dinner with Min" “kkaebsong” • everyone thinking you’re too adorable to he picked on, and eventually they’d leave you alone • hypes you up so much it’s ridiculous • you’d just be tying your shoes or posing to take a selfies and he’s like • "Baby wtf… you look so good. My sunshine, my everything…what did I do to deserve such an angel, such a perfect human being?“ • makes you feel like you’re on top of the world when you’re together 💛
Summary - Nearly a year after Bucky decided to return
to cryogenic sleep, Steve continues to look for a cure. One
day, Sam informs him that he’s found a person who can help.
Side note - I’ve been gone for too long! really sorry, i’ve just been uber busy. i’m not giving up on this little series! also, Bucky still has his metal arm, okay? NOT EDITED AS WELL! apologies in advance. Part 1 here! Part 2 here!
Warnings - death & a tiny bit of winter soldier violence
With dull eyes and no remorse, the programmed girl seeped into the head of the poor, french man.
She robbed him of all his memories, only leaving one that haunted him at night when he slept alone in his cold bed back in the outskirts of Alsace.
Y/N felt his pain; his suffering.
“ma fille,” his voice was soft as well as familiar.
A tear ran down his cheek then another. Y/N clenched her balled fists, her nails digging into the skin of her palms. She was crying as well.
“s'il te plaît, arrête! Je t'en supplie,” he wailed.
“Stop playing with him.” Ordered a rough voice. But she didn’t listen. She continued to replay the agonizing memory of the man giving away his daughter to be experimented on.
She saw herself in the man’s head. Her eyes no longer recognizing who he was. They held so much coldness to them.
“I said break him!” Zola screamed at her.
The french man fell to his knees, a strained shriek of pain leaving his pale lips as his body contorted with pain.
His eyes met hers and for a moment, she swore he smiled at her.
“Mon cher ange,” then he collapsed onto the concrete floor, blood pouring out of his mouth.
She couldn’t take her eyes off of his corpse and more tears flooded down her face. But she didn’t know why?
“Well done,” Zola clapped her on the shoulder.
A sudden burst of anger surged through her.
“Who was he?” She gritted her teeth. “Does it matter?” He smirked.
Y/N glared at Zola, seeping into his head, “Answer my question, Arnim Zola, answer it!” She took a dangerous step towards him and the Hydra agents around them quickly jumped into action.
“I think you might want to sit down when I tell you.” He grinned sinfully.
“Tell me.” She sneered.
“His name was Absolon Y/L/N,” he explained. “He was a scientist that gave away his only daughter to Hydra for the good of the world.”
More tears poured out of the eyes of the confused and frustrated Y/N.
“W-what?” She stammered.
“Absolon Y/L/N was your father, my dear. And unfortunately for you, you killed the only person on this planet who cared for you.”
It was like someone flipped a switch in her because she suddenly felt emotion - like pain, sadness.
She lunged at the doctor, but was pulled back by Hydra agents.
“Stop your crying,” he growled, “we do not produce weak soldiers.” But she couldn’t stop.
“Wipe her clean and start again.” He ordered.
“No!” She pleaded as she thrashed and screamed for them to let her go.
“He’s not doing well.” It’s been nearly a few hours since they took Bucky out of cyro and he hasn’t been responding at all to any of the doctors, Sam and even Steve.
Tony refused to let Y/N see Bucky yet for he feared that Bucky might do something unpredictable and threaten her safety so he kept her company in the little lounge room just a few rooms away from where Bucky was staying.
“Why? Whats wrong?” A concerned Y/N inquired T’Challa.
“He’s just in some sort of trance? He’s not speaking to any of us, not even Captain Rogers.” He explained with a deep frown.
Y/N turned to Tony with a look on her face. He immediately turned her down with furrowed eyebrows and a shake of his head, “No.” Y/N huffed at him.
“Tony, what the hell am I supposed to do around here? I can’t just sit down and do nothing.” She snapped. “You have no control whatsoever over this man. What makes you think he won’t kill you when he finds out who you are?”
“Tony -,” But T’challa interjected, “What do you mean by when he finds out who you are?” Damn it Tony, Y/N cursed in her head.
Tony parted his lips and let out a stressed out sigh, “It doesn’t matter.” He muttered. But T’challa took a step forward and shook his head, “Yet it matters to me, Mr. Stark and I’m sure it matters to Captain Rogers and the rest of the people in this facility.”
Y/N fought her urge to get inside of T’challa’s head.
The room was silent and filled with unbearable tension. “Your highness, -” Tony started, but was cut off, “I’d like to here it from Doctor Y/N herself.“
She really did try to reject her need to get inside the Wakandan king’;s head, but the weight on her chest became intolerable so she gave in.
“He said it doesn’t matter, your highness.” Her voice turned cold and eerie as well as her eyes; they swirled with grey and hints of gold.
T’Challa sucked in a breath and stepped back, “Alright, I shall not question you any further. My apologies for prodding.”
Tony whipped his head to the direction of Y/N and gaped at her, “Y/N,” he frowned, but she ignored him instead she kept her eyes trained of T’Challa, “Your highness, please accompany me to Mr. Barnes’ room.”
Before she could even step foot out of the room, Tony yanked her arm back and shook his head, “He isn’t stable yet, Y/N. You don’t know him like I do.”
Y/N pulled back her arm and furrowed her eyebrows, “Tony, you don’t even know him at all.” With that, she left the room with her heart pounding hard against her chest because she just had a feeling that maybe Tony was right.
T’Challa guided her down the hallway then ushered her into the room. There she saw Steve with a glum look on his face then she saw the man she had anticipated meeting; James.
He sat on the edge of the bed. His long, dark hair fell on his face, shielding his eyes. She wondered what color they were - were they a shade of brown? or maybe jade?
“Doctor,” Sam greeted with a creased forehead. Everyone’s attention fell on her except for Bucky’s, he was still glaring at the blank wall in front of him.
“Tony told me that he didn’t want you here.” Y/N bit her lip and nodded, “Yes, but I just wanted to see if he was fine for myself.” She shrugged.
Steve sighed, “It’s like he’s brain dead.”
Y/N took a few steps towards the silent Bucky until she stood right in front of him. Steve and the others quickly tried to stop her, but she insisted, “It’s fine.”
She bent down to meet his eyes, her hands resting softly on his knees. His eyes were the prettiest blue eyes she’s ever seen.
Then she got into his head and she saw what he saw, she felt what he felt and she felt like she was drowning in hot magma.
His nightmares were her nightmares.
She relived his memory of falling from the freight train, Steve’s face being the last familiar face he’d see in a long time. Then she felt this burning sensation in her arm that just kept burning.
And next she saw his demons, felt his torture for the past 75 years and counting.
“I can feel you in my head.” Bucky muttered, glassy eyes peering into glassier ones.
This was Y/N’s cue to stop, but she didn’t and that got her in trouble.
Bucky’s eyes turned dark, his metal arm flexed and he had a sudden urge to choke Y/N to death. But before he could get his hands on her, Y/N had backed away in fright.
Steve held Bucky back, but Bucky was too strong and furious. He threw Steve across the room like a rag doll and charged for Y/N.
Y/N raised her arms in attempt to shield herself from him, “Stop!” She shrieked and Bucky halted.
He felt frozen. “Get her out of here!” Y/N didn’t notice Tony running into the room, screaming at everyone. He quickly yanked her up to her feet and rushed her out the room.
“I knew it! Didn’t I tell you that man is not stable!” He spat.
Y/N still had tears running down her chin and horror in her eyes. She clung onto Tony and sobbed into his shoulder, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get into his head!” She cried.
Tony instantly felt remorseful for yelling at her and embraced her tightly, “Its okay, we’ll leave.”
But Y/N shook her head and sobbed a few times before saying, “No! I h-have to help him.” Tony parted his lips to speak, but Steve along with Sam marched into the room with a grim, furious look on their faces.
prompt: 50-“if i asked, you’d say no” “you don’t know that”
the siren sounds the crowd jumping up from the bleachers cheering as the bulldogs seal their win
you let out a cheer jumping around with the rest of the squad shaking your pom poms and doing tricks as you help keep the crowd hype.
you turn to watch the boys praise their team mates jumping onto each other ruffling each other’s hair whilst giving each other ‘bro’ hugs
betty & veronica break formation and rush over to you jumping up and down shaking their poms in your face “stop” you chuckle shaking your own in their faces
the girls wear smirks on their faces as they glance behind you “what?” you giggle turning your head to see your red headed best friend smiling stupidly, helmet in hand.
you turn biting for lip “ill be back” you rush over toward archie jumping into his arms a smile wide on both of your faces.
“congrats archikins” you tease as he places you back on the ground, his friends walking past and congratulating him on a good game.
“why are the girls giggling like maniacs” you turn to give the girls an evil glare.
“i honestly don’t know” you rock on the back of your heels “pops?” he smiles and nods throwing an arm around me
we walk back over to our giddy friends “pops?” we announce and they nod like maniacs “what’s gotten into you two” archie retorts concussion in his words
“where’s jug and reg-” i squeal as i pull from archie’s grasp and lifting up into the air, my hair swishing around as i fight against the strong hold
laughs fill the field as they all enjoy the torture im enduring from a very hype raven haired jock “reggie!” i yell annoyance in my voice
“c'mon mantle put her down” archie eases smiling as im thrown over the boys shoudlers, my ass practically out for the world to see.
“babe you better but her down, otherwise archikins here my start throwing some hands for his girl” ronnie tease causing the boy to set me back down
i straight out my uniform punching the boy in the arm causing him to cry out, i stick my tongue out at him as veronica cuddles into her awfully tall boyfriend.
i turn to see archies face turning red, he refused to make eye contact with me. “oh my god” ronnie giggles teasing the red headed boy “he’s blushing because i called her his girl!” she squeals as her boyfriend notices his best friends discomfort
“c'mere ronnie, leave the poor guy alone” he rests his hand on her hips
archie shakes his head “oh no it’s fine, we’re just friends v” he throws his arms over my shoulders as my smile slips off my face.
i pull away from the gesture, rolling my eyes i take off the boys letterman jacket and shove it into his chest “ill see you later friend” i smile sarcastically walking away from my group of friends
archie & i had been living next door to each other since we were born and we’d grown up together, but as the years passed you grew closer and closer until you hit high school
something had changed, those lingering looks were no longer just archie being weird and friendly. it was something more, it was flirting and that’s how it’s been the past 3 years.
constant flirting, we’d have sleepovers and cuddle sessions and to anyone who didn’t know you would think that we were a couple. but if you did know me you’d know that ive had a crush on archie andrews since i was thirteen.
i thought that the feelings weren’t one sided and that maybe just maybe archie was just waiting for the right time to ask me out but now it just proves that im just another girl to the red headed boy. just a ‘friend’“
the two girls rush after me the guys lingering on the field unaware of what the hell just happened.
we wound up at pops sipping on milkshakes like any other day, except it wasn’t. the booth wasn’t filled with as many warm bodies as it normally is.
the girls have been trying to cheer me up by talking about only the cutest guys at school which evidently according to the two girls were jughead & reggie, but they argue that their opinion is definitely not bias and definitely not because they’re dating the two
“so let me get this straight, the two bachelors your offering aren’t actual on offer because well they’re dating the two of you dorks?”
they glance at each other bursting into laughter “okay maybe um- im sorry” i roll my eyes dipping into bettys chips as the door chimes indicating another customer
my eyes move toward the door to reveal reggie, jughead & the one and only archie andrews.
“i gotta pee”
i stand up quickly moving away from the booth and legging it to the girls bathroom ignoring archie desperate calls
i cuss under my breathe trying to plan out how i can flee without them noticing but coming up empty. guess ill just have to leg it.
the door creaks as i open it and i instantly cuss giving away my presence to the group, i stop stupidly plastering a smile on my face. i slowly edge over to the group reaching out for my purse.
“im suuuper tired, im going to head off” i force my legs to move as fast as possible as the carry me out into the car park no sign of anyone following me until i hear someone yell my name.
i sigh turning around as archie jogs over to me “im sorry” he blurts creasing his brows a sad smile on his beautiful face
“i shouldn’t have said what i did back at the game”
i sigh crossing my arms across my chest “im listening” he half smiles stepping closer to me
“the guys they gave me a little pep talk before we came her.. why didn’t you tell me you had feeling for me” he asks hope in his eyes.
“why didn’t you? why didn’t you ask ME out” you question back
“you’d have said no-” he huffs glancing back into the diner as our friends crowd around the window peering out
“you don’t know that” i clap back anger beginning to run through my veins.
“archie i don’t get you!” i and exclaim running my fingers through my hair “i had this idea- it’s sounds so stupid to me now-” i pause laughing to myself
“i thought you had the same feelings as i did, i thought that the flirting the sleepovers the lingering looks! i thought that was a sign and now i just look stupid”
“(y/n)” he tried to interject but i shake my head at him “no archie im not done” he puts his hands up in defence
“that guy that didn’t want chuck clayton to be my first kiss because you knew he didn’t ‘love me’, that guy that kissed me because you told me that my first kiss should be with someone who truly loves you”
“that is the guy i feel for, the goof ball, the music enthusiast. the boy that protects me no matter what- i thought that i was giving you enough signs” i laugh to myself
“guess it wasn’t-” i turn away from him walking away but im stopped me he grabs my arm pulling my into his chest.
“i was so stupid, please let me make it up to you” his puppy eyes burn into my head and i groan placing my head into his chest “fine”
a smile graces his lips, his eyes beaming down on me “movies? tomorrow night?”
i perk up my eyebrows “are you asking me out?” he nods “i sure am”
“well i mean i guess i could squeeze you in to my busy calendar” i tease poking his chest
he grabs my face and connects are lips, my arms running up his chest and through his red hair.
we break apart and head back into pops hand in hand back toward a friend, who tried to act nonchalant like they weren’t just watching us argue and makeout in the parking lot
we slide into the booth, archie instantly pulling me into his chest. an arm wrapped protectively around me
the others glance at one another smirks dripping from their expressions as they enjoy the company. “shut up!” i laugh chasing the rest of the group to break character and blurt a bounce of random nonsense
“it’s about damn time!”
“nod kidding” i giggle looking up to the red headed boy, glowing with happiness. i return the smile back as he dips down and kisses my head
“We aren’t just friends and you fucking know it” || Jughead Jones x Reader
Paring(s): Jughead x Reader
Word Count: 706
“So what’s going on between you and (Y/N), Jughead?“ Archie asked the raven haired boy while they sat at their usual booth at Pop’s while waiting for Veronica and Betty.
“What do you mean? She and I are just friends,” Jughead looked at his friend with his usual poker face but he couldn’t deny that he’d been asking himself that same question. For weeks, the two had been growing closer and their usually playful banter turned into flirting. The mischievous smiles they shared turned into shy ones.
“You know exactly what I am talking about, Jug. You two have been flirting with each other for weeks now. You even let her wear your beanie for a little bit. You can’t say that you two are just friends,“ Jughead sighed and was ready to retort but as soon as he opened his mouth, the bell to Pop’s rang and the two boys looked over to see the two people they were waiting for.
“Hello boys,“ Veronica slid into the booth next to Archie while Betty slid next to Jughead.
“What were you talking about?“ Betty asked looking between a frustrated Jughead and a smirking Archie.
“Jughead and (Y/N),“ Archie answered as he sat back and crossed his arms letting the two girls interrogate the poor boy.
“Have you asked her out yet?“ Betty asked.
“What’d she say?“ Veronica added.
“I haven’t asked her out because she and I are just friends. How many times do I have to stress that? Nothing romantic is or is going to happen between me and (Y/N). Now will you leave it alone?“ Jughead practically yelled his words across the small restaurant, not even believing his own words. He looked between the three friends in front of him and noticed their faces. Archie and Veronica were shocked but still smug and Betty was staring at the door in shock. Jughead followed her gaze to see a stone faced (Y/N) leaving, “Shit,“ Betty got up quickly and Jughead practically threw himself out of the booth to go chase the (Y/H/C) girl.
“What just happened?“ Archie was confused as to why the boy raced to the door.
“(Y/N) came in while he was talking.“
“(Y/N)! (Y/N) wait! Please!” Jughead followed the girl until she finally stopped in the living room of her home.
“What do you want?”
“Why did you look so upset when you were leaving Pop’s?“ he was shocked at the cold laugh that was emitted from the girl in front of him.
“’Nothing romantic is or is going to happen between me and (Y/N)’,“ had her voice not been so cold, Jughead would’ve laughed at her imitation of him.
“Oh, come on, (Y/N), We’re just friends-“ he walked towards her as he spoke but he froze as she turned around looking at him like he’s stupid. Something she hasn’t ever done so seriously.
“Just friends? If we were just just friends, why the hell did you let me wear your beanie? That’s your lucky charm, Jughead, and you never take it off. Why’d you walk me home everyday the past few weeks? Because it’s dangerous? It’s been dangerous since before that kid got murdered. Why do you hold my hand? Why do you hug me tighter than you ever have before?
We aren’t just friends and you fucking know it,“ he couldn’t say anything as (Y/N) caught her breath from her rant, “You’re really not going to say anything?” Jughead stared at her thinking about what to do or what to say.
“Fuck it,“ he mumbled. Jughead took confident strides towards her before cupping her face in a firm yet gentle grip while he placed an intense kiss on her lips. He could feel the sharp intake of breath she took through her nose as she tensed under his touch. Just as he was about to pull away, (Y/N) finally relaxed and returned his kiss. Both of them pulled away to catch their breath when he finally spoke, “You sure we’re not just friends? I could’ve sworn that this is what friends do.”
“Leave it to you to make a sarcastic remark and ruin the moment, Jones,“ (Y/N) laughed as he wrapped his arms around the smaller girl.
“Well, Gajeel, how does it look?” Levy raised one arm above her head, and glanced over her shoulder to peer at him. She stood topless before him, and must have not noticed the reflection of her bare chest in the mirror in front of her.
Gajeel’s eyes shot open in surprise. He tried to focus on his work instead of the gorgeous, half naked woman in front of him. Her back was freshly adorned with a swirling pastel tattoo, it extended across her shoulders and down her arms, stopping half way down her forearm. The tattoo pictured three butterflies of different colors, in representation of her parents and brother she had lost when she was a young girl. The cherry blossoms represented the new growth in her life after loosing everything, and gentle swirling arches connected it all together.
“See for yourself.” Gajeel murmured as he held up a hand mirror so she could see her new skin in the reflection.
Levy could only gasp quietly, holding her hand over her mouth.
“Oh, Gajeel… I can’t thank you enough…. it’s wonderful.”
But Gajeel was avoiding eye contact with her, trying his hardest to avoid a nose bleed and staring down at his desk as a obliviously topless Levy admired his hard work in the mirror. After a few moments, Levy snapped out of her adornment and realized that Gajeel was as red as a tomato, eyes wondering everyone but in her direction.
A shrill cry could be heard through out the building as the realization that she forgot to hold the towel up to her chest and her reflection in the mirror was evident. Quickly grabbing her tank top and pulling it over her head as voices were heard outside the door, “Gajeel? What the hell is going on? We’re coming in!”
As Gajeel’s coworkers Erza, Natsu, and Grey piled into the room in fear.
Levy and Gajeel both stood awkwardly, a deep blush over their faces. “I uh…. I didn’t realize there was a mirror… I was t-topless for a moment without realizing I forgot the towel to cover my chest with…. it’s not Gajeel’s fault,” Levy chuckled awkwardly, hiding her face in her hands.
“Nothin’ is happenin’ here, just go on.” Gajeel practically growled at his friend’s, desperate for them to leave so they could be embarrassed without an audience.
They nodded and left the room holding back laughter, and as soon as the door shut, Levy and Gajeel could hear them burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles.
“Oh man, poor Gajeel,” Natsu said, rather loudly, “finally gets to tattoo the girl he has a crush on, only to embarrass himself.” Their laughter and voices quieted as they walked further away, and Gajeel was left alone, with Levy, who heard every word Natsu blabbed. Clenching his fists at his side, his eyes shot daggers at the closed door and he swore to himself he would be that stupid Salamader into the ground after this.
Levy stood, blush finally starting to fade and a smile creeping up on her face. “Well… now that you’ve seen me topless, I think you at least owe me dinner… how ‘bout a date?”