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Lost and Found

250 followers! Thank you! I couldn’t edit this, it’s pretty late where I live, but I think it turned out pretty well and I'llprobably edit it in the morning, so, ugh, enjoy!

btw I just realized this is my 25th post and it’s funny since it’s also 250 followers thank you post hehe also a last minute edit of oh shit I had a taglist and like ily aah first time tagging someone @astroninaaa

Bakugou x fem!cat quirk!reader

warnings: kissing, cursing, it’s 7.6k- I swear I tried to keep it short but I couldn’t, being very annoying to each other- I don’t know tbh

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers au

***

It wasn’t a secret that you and your neighbor didn’t like each other, but what many people didn’t know was how deep this dislike was. You were in a war, fighting each other openly or secretly, but always finding a way to irritate each other to the most.

You groaned when you heard loud thuds coming from the apartment right next to you, waking you from your one of many daily naps. Trying to go back to sleep, you closed your eyes and snuggled even deeper to the blanket fort you have made, but had to open them once again when you heard a louder thud followed with a string of curses, and guessed that he probably had tossed into another furniture. Really, how long does it take for one to get used to the placement of their furniture?

Pressing the pillow you were hugging to your ear to cancel out the noise, you took a deep, irritated breath, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep again. You could hear his every move, whether it was because of your heightened hearing abilities, or because he was generally a loud person, you weren’t sure. When you finally heard him settling down on the couch, you hoped to sleep, groaned with frustration when he turned the tv on, and like always, on the loudest setting.

”Oh my god!” You screamed into your pillow, sitting up from your sleeping position. Everything was much better before he had moved to the place right next to you. When you didn’t work on your college assignments, you usually slept when you were home, so you wished for silence, and you had no problems with that whatsoever until he moved to the apartment next to you.

Though you weren’t the only one unhappy because of their neighbor. Bakugou, too lost countless hours of sleep because of the cats whining and screaming every night, since it was really common of your quirk for the cats to feel and want to be closer to you. It was like every cat in the damn neighborhood was pulled to you, and they all seemed to be very agitated since they just never shut up. Bakugou needed his sleep -so did you, but it seemed he wasn’t aware of that… or simply didn’t care- and it affected his life enormously when he couldn’t get his sleep, as it had been affecting him the past few weeks.

He had bought a cat repellant for that, a device that released a sound only cats could hear, to prevent the cats from lurking around the building, not even thinking of its effect on you. After only an hour of using the device, he heard a very aggressive knock on his door, only to find his downstairs neighbor glaring at him. Her hair disheveled and ruffled like a cat’s fur would be when it was angry, purple bags under her eyes, and her face pale, looking like she came to his door straight from a war.

He also noticed how one of your socks were missing, and the odd scene of one clothed and one bare foot made him want to laugh. He didn’t know it was because of the many cats that liked to steal your stuff since they thought of your scent relaxing.

It wasn’t the first time he had seen you, but it still took a moment for him to recognize you. His gaze wandered on the tail wagging behind you and the pair of cat ears on your head, grimacing when he caught himself thinking about how cute you looked.

”What do you want?” He asked with a glare as intense as yours, but you gritted your teeth and kept glaring without answering his question. He could see your cat ears twitching with the now increased sound since you were closer to the source. ”What- what the fuck is that?”

”What is what?” Bakugou raised his shapely brows, though he was well aware of the reason you were here. Your eyes roaming in the room, trying to find where this goddamn noise was coming from, you looked so irritated that he felt his lips twitching to a smile at the sight.

Without waiting for him to invite you in -not that he would do that- you entered his house, walking to the table that stood in the middle of the room. Your ears were twitching constantly with irritation, your tail not moving anymore.

”Hey, what the fuck are you doing, just walking in my damn appartement?!” He shouted, holding and pulling you back from your elbow, but you easily pulled yourself free from his grip with the adrenaline flowing in your veins. And Bakugou was a smart man, one look you sent his way told him to stay away from you.

The room was unexpectedly tidy, especially for a guy as impatient and angry as him, and the caramel scent you always sensed whenever you saw him now even stronger. A small, black device on the table caught your eye, noticing it was that that caused you to go insane.

”This! What the fuck is this? ” You took it to your hands and brought it closer to your eyes to examine it closer, though the ongoing noise making you shriek with discomfort.

”Is this a cat repellant?!” You blurted out, now even angrier. Quickly putting the device back to its place, he noticed the pure disgust on your face. You turned back to face him, meeting his blood-red eyes that were twinkling with amusement. Seeing him enjoying this made your blood boil, you physically had to hold yourself back from jumping on him and ripping that stupidly good looking smile off of his face.

”You bastard,” you choked out when he didn’t answer, ”you bought a cat repellant?!” Pressing every button on the device, you desperately tried to stop the sound. ”Of course I did.” He answered, the amused look in his eyes now gone with your insult. ”Your cats wouldn’t let me sleep! They’re so fucking annoying.”

”Is that so? ” You asked, taking a deep breath of relief when you finally closed that shitty device off. ”Am I supposed to buy a Bakugou repellant, then? Since you’re so fucking annoying, too. ” You shot back, and you had to admit, it wasn’t nearly as clever as you wanted it to be, but it still worked since Bakugou was seemingly fuming.

”You little- You have the audacity to come into my house, force yourself in, and talk to me like this? You really are as dumb as you look.”

Your eyes narrowed, hands itching to throw a punch right across his handsome face. When you stood silent he sighed with annoyance. ”Get out already! I don’t have time for this shit.” He pulled you towards the exit, but you still had much to say. Apparently, Bakugou knew what you were thinking since when you didn’t exit the room, he simply took the device and turned it on.

Hearing the sound so suddenly made you choke on your words for a second or so, making you want to carve your ears out. ”You- you-” You tried to talk, but he couldn’t care less.

”I said get out.” He ordered, and you did, though not because you were afraid of him, but because the sound was unbearable. Storming out of the room, you promised yourself to annoy him as much as he did you.

This day was the beginning of the war between you two (though you never once heard that noise again after that day, and you were secretly grateful… not that you would admit to that).

You made the cats jump on him when they saw him, get in his apartment, and shed as much as they could whenever they had the chance, making them steal his socks and small trinkets just to piss him off, so in return, he became the loudest neighbor ever. Using the tv in the loudest setting, playing that goddamn drum set every now and then -hitting hit like his life depended on it-, training on the punching bag he hung on the wall that was joint with your wall, you could swear he bought the loudest vacuum cleaner available, and he always played that horrible horrible music that was almost as bad as the cat repellant.

Your cats left furballs in his balcony, he sprayed lemon juice to your balcony, somehow knowing the citrus smell always made you gag and gave you the worst headaches. It went on and on, and it was just getting tiresome at this point, but neither of you was willing to back off.

Stretching your muscles that were stiff from sitting in one place for a long time, you couldn’t help the cat-like moan coming out of your lips, remembering you had another assignment that was due a week from today, though knowing yourself, you would either do it today or the last day. Deciding it was better to at least start it today, you stood up, going towards the kitchen to fix yourself something to eat, though the sudden lack of noise coming from next door making your ears perk up with curiosity.

You listened to him a bit, trying to guess why he was so quiet all of a sudden, but shrugged to yourself and took a snack out of your cupboard. You were going to the balcony to work on the assignment when you heard the water running, explaining the sudden lack of noise.

Since the marble ground in the balcony always made your feet feel cold, you looked for your socks, and you could swear you left them right on the counter, though it wasn’t much of a shock not to find them there. The cats loved to steal or move stuff that belonged to you, and a small part in you felt a little better since Bakugou was going through the same thing.

Since you and Bakugou shared a balcony and both enjoyed being outdoors, it was hard to escape each other, and crossing paths out there always led to the worst arguments. So you were glad to have some quiet time you could spend alone here.

You sat down, sipping on your coffee as you tried to find a comfortable position. As you opened a new word document, you bit your lip, thinking of a strong sentence to start the essay. It was always the hardest to write the first few sentences, you thought. You made a motion to tie your hair, only to find your hair tie missing, too.

Diving deep in your thoughts, writing and erasing the different versions of the same sentence, you hadn’t realized Bakugou was done with his shower, nor had you noticed him and another familiar face coming out, joining you in the balcony.

“Oh, hey Y/N-chan!” You heard someone call out to you, the sound making you let out a small shriek of surprise. It was Kirishima, one of the rare people who visited Bakugou often. His red hair was as spiky as ever, and it always made you wonder how he styled his hair to get that spiky style. Kirishima’s hair always had that hair-gel smell to it, unlike Bakugou’s caramel and mint-scented ones, indicating Kirishima’s hair was not naturally spiky.

“Hey, hey- It’s just me!” He told you when he heard your shriek and noticed how you tucked your tail anxiously between your legs. It took you a few seconds for your nerves to calm down and accept that he wasn’t a threat. “Oh, I’m sorry Kiri-kun. I wasn’t paying attention.” You said with an apologetic smile, noticing how Bakugou winced as you called his friend Kiri-Kun.

Bakugou had a pair of shorts and a shirt on, the black shirt clinging to his frame that caused your ears to twitch in embarrassment of your thoughts.

His ashy hair was still a bit damp, though it was obvious he blow-dried them. You didn’t expect less from the control-freak, though, you could do without that mind-fuzzing caramel scent of his.

“Oh, were you working on something?” Kirishima smiled sweetly as he glanced on your computer screen. “Yeah,” you answered with a pout that meant it’s-not-going-well, making his smile wider. “It’s not important, though.” You closed the screen since you weren’t actually doing anything other than looking at the blank word document.

“Oi, shitty hair!” Bakugou called out when you kept talking with his friend, both of you ignoring him in his part of the balcony. “Come here.”

“Aww, missed me already?” Kirishima teased, causing Bakugou to growl with annoyance. “If you don’t come here right now-” He stopped mid-sentence when he heard you sigh. The crimson gaze quickly turning to you, the annoyed look on his face left its place to straight on angry.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“Can you at least try to be a little more quiet? You’re hurting my ears.” You answered with a mocking look, though what you said wasn’t exactly the truth. Disturbing, maybe, but not quite hurtful.

“Can you try to be a little less annoying? You’re hurting my nerves.” Kirishima pouted when Bakugou shot back at your unnecessary attempt to fight with him. “Now- Bakubro, that’s not something you say to a lady.”

Bakugou looked like he had a lot to say, but surprisingly, he chose to stay quiet. Instead, he sat in his place with a grumpy pout on his face and arms crossed on his chest, the sight caused an odd, tingly feeling to spread in your chest. “Will you come here already?” He finally asked when Kirishima kept making small talk with you.

“Eh,” Kirishima sent him a toothy grin as he scratched the back of his neck, “why don’t you just come here?”

“Haah?!” Bakugou blurted, making your ears to hurt for real this time. “I’m not sitting with her!”

“And I’m not sitting with him!” You answered though the blunt response of not being wanted did hurt just the little bit. Denying this feeling, you glared at his crimson eyes, the ones that were challenging you to do so. It took at least 30 seconds before Kirishima interrupted the silent war going between you and Bakugou, finally allowing you to blink or look away. “Oh, quit being a baby, you two.” Kirishima muttered, rolling his eyes. “Both of you are adults enough to sit together for an hour or two without killing each other.”

When Bakugou clicked his tongue in annoyance and looked away, Kirishima pestered him. “Right, Bakugou?” It was a secret challenge, you were sure. If you started an argument, you would lose. And God knew, you would rather die than lose to him.

So without protesting you sat back in your place, followed by Kirishima, who was grinning mischievously. Bakugou was the last to sit down, displeasure and annoyance evident on his face. You took a long sip of your now cold coffee, sending a teasing smile to Bakugou in the process, earning an annoyed “tch” from him. You noticed he did this quite often.

“So,” Kirishima said cheerfully to at least diffuse some of this heavy tension in the air. “How are you, Y/N-chan?”

You shrugged. “Not much, I guess. I’m a little bored at home, and it sucks that I can’t even sleep because of a certain someone.” You didn’t hold back from sending one more look at the blonde’s way.

“Serves you right,” Bakugou growled, his eyes narrowed into slits, “since I can’t sleep either.” You noticed Kirishima snickering as he rolled his eyes with irritation.

“Must be something in the air.” He joked, an attempt to stop the fight before it started, but neither of you was paying attention to him.

“Oh, really? You can’t sleep, and that’s my fault?” You asked quirking a brow up and scoffed when he nodded curtly. “I’m not the irrationally loud one around here, am I?”

“No, your cats are the irrationally angry ones.” Bakugou answered, weaving his hand through his now dry and messy hair, a way of showing his frustration. Your eyes followed his hand, gulping when you noticed your mind started to wonder how it would feel like under your touch.

Noticing how one small act diffused your anger and fuzzied your mind almost instantly, you felt even angrier than before. “Oh, yeah.” You exclaimed. “That should explain why you bought a fucking cat repellant!” His teeth gritting with annoyance, he was going to answer if it wasn’t for Kirishima whose eyes widened with genuine shock.

“You did what?!”

“You heard it! I was losing my mind because of him.” You muttered under your breath, remembering that god awful sound, shivering because of the memory.

“Then make your cats shut up!”

“For the love of God, they’re not my cats! I can’t do anything to stop them from wanting to be closer to me.” Well, that was a lie, but they didn’t need to know that. It was just that the cat’s presence calmed you, making you feel a little less lonely.

“Beats me.” Bakugou answered, though didn’t hold back a ‘You either make them shut up, or else’ look. This only made you angrier, you could feel your hands itching to punch him in his smug face.

Both of them were well aware of how your tail was perking and ruffling behind you, indicating just how irritated and angry you were. “You’re just so god damn annoying, I can’t even-”

“Guys, guys.” Kirishima stopped you by holding your arm when you sprinted on your legs, either to jump on him or run inside, you weren’t sure either. “You did tell me you were going to sit like an adult and not fight, right?”

“He started it!” You felt like a child, but it was okay since he was acting like one too.

“Me?!” He growled, his eyes never leaving yours, and you felt the odd urge to gulp. Taking a deep breath, you sat back down when Kirishima looked at you with a brow quirked up.

“Can you play some music?” You asked for a change of topic. When Bakugou reached for his phone, you grimaced, remembering the things he often listened to. He saw the sour expression on your face and rolled his eyes.

“Now what?”

“I didn’t say anything!” You protested though you kept making a face, you sighed when he looked at you demandingly. “It’s just that… your music taste is kinda lame.”

“What?!” He blurted out, looking genuinely shocked, which amused you just a little bit. Kirishima was roaring with laughter, obviously not expecting that either. “My music taste is the best in the fucking world!” He grunted, his cheeks slightly tinged pink.

“Not to me.” You shrugged, which caused a grumpy expression to find its place on his face. “Then you just have bad taste in music.” He reached for his phone one more time, not breaking eye contact once as he opened a song. You expected that loud music he always seemed to enjoy but were surprised when you heard a soft acoustic guitar instead.

“Oh, I love this song.” Kirishima muttered as he closed his eyes and went along with the song, causing Bakugou to send you a knowing smirk that just screamed ‘See? Even he likes it’ And you couldn’t deny it was… good.

“Well, it’s not that bad, I guess.” You admitted hesitantly, forgetting how bad you were at lying, thanks to your feline parts. This only made Bakugou’s smirk even wider, almost turning it to a genuine smile that made him look even more handsome than he already was, and you felt like smiling back at him. Kirishima stood up, mumbling about getting coffee as he went inside, but neither of you paid attention. “I didn’t think you listened to these kind of music, too.”

“That’s on you for being prejudiced.” He mumbled, and you furrowed your brows. “Prejudiced? If there’s anyone prejudiced here, it’s you!” You protested at the accusation, making him lean even closer to you, so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating from him.

“You don’t know anything about me.” He told you with a low voice that sent goosebumps down your spine. You could feel your breath hitching in your chest, your heart beating like it was trying to scare him away. “I might not know you personally, but I know what type of a person you are.”

“Oh, really?” He quirked his brow, interested. “Do tell me. What kind of a person am I?” He looked like he was just teasing you, but you could see how serious he was under his cynical mask. “Well,” you started your sentence without thinking, “you are a selfish, self-centered, egoistic man who doesn’t care about anyone else but himself.” You exclaimed as you thought about all those times you were awoken from your sleep, that god awful day you almost lost your mind, and the times you had the worst headache because of the citrusy smell he kept spraying on your balcony.

“You want everyone to do anything you say without question, expect them to do everything your way and the way you want it to be, not even thinking about how it would effect them!”

He stood silent at your sudden exclaim, and you didn’t miss how his upper lip curled in a threatening manner. His ruby eyes burning with anger, you couldn’t help but think how beautiful they looked.

A few seconds of silence past, making you wonder if you went too far, and just as you were about to apologize, you noticed his eyes softening just a little bit, a small smirk finding it’s way on his soft-looking lips. “You know, you may be right in all those.” He muttered his voice so low that made your tail stay still with- excitement? His smirk grew wider when he looked at your still tail and perked up ears, and you knew he was well aware of your feelings.

“But,” He started to talk, once again leaning closer, so close that his porcelain skin just millimeters away from your face. “how are you any different, than me?”

Now, that was the last thing you expected him to say.

And it was the only thing that could leave you speechless like this. Your mouth slightly agape, you looked at him with wide, innocent eyes, rapidly trying to find an answer to turn this all around.

But instead, you had to admit defeat.

You sighed as you stood up, taking your laptop and your half-full coffee mug off the table. “Touché.” You told him with a small smile, and you saw him smiling, too.

***

Standing up, you opened your balcony door to have some fresh air and take a break from the essay you just weren’t able to perfect. You had finally managed to finish writing, but editing was just as hard. Rubbing your temples, you stretched your muscles, bored from doing the same thing for the past few hours or so.

As if it wasn’t bad enough, your thoughts had been drifting to the handsome man living right next to you almost constantly. You couldn’t help but replay the conversation you had that day when Kirishima had visited him, and even if you didn’t want to admit, your opinion of him had been changing this past week or so.

Throughout the past one or two weeks, you noticed how these balcony conversations started to happen every day, sometimes even twice a day. You somehow managed to cross paths every single day -you didn’t want to admit, but it wasn’t exactly wrong that your balcony visits were getting frequent at this point, in hope to… catch a glimpse or have a conversation- what you didn’t know was that it was the same with him, too.

He found himself looking your way whenever he was out, sitting in his side of the balcony. Or when he was watching tv or anything, his eyes always looked at your side to find a glimpse of you, going out with two mugs of coffee in his hand when he saw you, your laptop open in front of you, your tail wagging and ears twitching whenever they caught a sound. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw you sitting there, typing something with a displeased look and furrowed brows.

And even though you concealed it immediately, he always caught the bright smile that sat on your lips whenever you spotted him with an extra mug of coffee in his hands.

“Oh, hey.” You muttered when you saw him coming out of his apartment, trying to wear his slippers without spilling the coffee (one of his socks was missing, and you found this to be hilarious). The mixture of his caramel scent and the coffee smell caused you to short circuit for a few seconds.

Pressing your lips together, you tried to suppress your smile, but you were half sure your tail gave your emotions away. “Working hard.” He grunted, and you nodded, this time unable to conceal the smile hanging on your lips.

You shrugged, closing your laptop, fully aware there was no way you could focus on your work when he was sitting right across you -especially looking this good, did he do something with his hair? How did he look this good this early in the morning?-

“How’s Kirishima?” You asked when the silence ensued. His brows twitched with the question, but he grunted. “Good, I guess. He’s working hard.”

“Oh, and here I am, thinking that it was because of me boring him to death that he wasn’t visiting anymore.” You joked, finally able to get a responsive smile back form him. “That, too.” He answered.

He watched as you sipped the coffee he brought -oddly, it was just the way you liked your coffee- and smirked when a relaxed smile appeared on your face with the familiar taste.

“This is… really good. Thanks.” You mumbled, feeling how your cheeks were starting to heat up. You were about to ask something unimportant just for the sake of talking when he suddenly leaned in, his face so close to yours that you didn’t even notice his hand above you, touching your hair with a softness you didn’t expect from him.

You couldn’t even question what he was doing as his hand straddled your hair, his ruby eyes slightly narrowed and looking at you, his tongue sliding on his soft-looking lips, focused. His caramel scent now so strong, you held your breath, or maybe it was because of the excitement that caused you to do so.

It wasn’t something he had planned to do either, more like a pure instinct that caused him to lean closer to you and try to take that stray leaf that was stuck in your hair.

Your eyes wandered over his flawless face, and just as you did so, his eyes lowered to yours, only to find them looking at him, wide open. The way you looked at him was so sweet, so innocent, and so unlike the anger he thought he would see, it caught him off-guard, his hand slipping and grazing your cat-ears, instead.

His thumb caressing your velvety ears, it was a natural reaction of your body, to close your eyes and lean into his touch, and a deep purr escaped your lips, making you both look at each other with widened eyes.

A few seconds of silence past as you prayed to god or whatever force there was, that he didn’t hear the sound that just came from you. But your hopes died when he looked at you like you grew a second head.

“Did you-” He stammered, causing the heat on your cheeks to worsen, “Did you just purr?”

“I didn’t purr- sh-shut up!” You exclaimed, but he wasn’t over it yet, apparently.

“No- no, did you really just-” His hand that was still on your head moved slightly, and even though you were expecting it this time, you couldn’t conceal how your body flinched and how your tail moved with the feeling of his hand on your ears. The smirk that was growing on his lips didn’t help either.

“Can you- can you stop that?” You whispered, and he chuckled. “What, this?” He asked, moving his thumb ever so slightly, just to be able to see that expression on your face, one more time. The way you closed your eyes with an animalistic instinct, your ears twitching under his touch, and it felt so right-

“Y-yes, stop that please.”

He pulled back, sipping his coffee with a smug grin on his lips. “Didn’t know my neighbour was so sensitive.” He muttered into his mug, not helping your situation the slightest bit.

“Of course my ears are sensitive!” You protested, trying to shake the embarrassment away. “I am a cat after all.”

He hummed, agreeing to what you said, but somehow it felt even worse when he agreed to you.

***

“Oh my fucking god!” You screamed at the annoyingly loud music coming from the other side of the wall. Standing up, you walked to the joint wall, feeling even more frustrated when you felt your concentration fading. Just a few seconds ago you were on fire, working on the essay like it was the last thing you were going to do, and now, it was gone forever.

You looked at the small USB drive that stood on your desk, the one that held every document that was supposed to be on your laptop.

Since your laptop was quite old, it didn’t have enough space to hold many things, so until you had enough money to buy a new one, you came up with this solution, though, it wasn’t very practical.

“Bakugou!” You hit the wall with all your might, trying to get his attention. “For the love of god, can you please shut the fuck up?”

You knew he could hear you since his grunts and snickers were audible to your ears, but he didn’t seem to care, he turned the volume up, instead. Gritting your teeth with annoyance, you started kicking the wall.

“Ba-”

thump

“Ku”

thump

“Gou!”

thump

“I’m trying to-” Your voice was muffled by the guitar solo. “I’m worki-” You tried to scream when you finally heard the guitar solo coming to an end, but your words once again faded when the drums started to play, this time even louder than before.

“Bakugou, I’m working here!” You screamed, knowing it wouldn’t reach him. Huffing with annoyance, you ran your fingers through your hair to look somewhat decent and got out to the balcony. You didn’t notice how you left the USB on the counter, or that you left the balcony door open when you ran outside.

***

Bakugou grinned when he heard a soft knock on his balcony door. He was well aware of who it was, and he ignored how fast his heart suddenly started to beat when he heard the knocks.

What he couldn’t ignore was, however, that it wasn’t him being stupidly stubborn when he played that loud music. He knew you were working, and a tiny voice his mind told him that if he played it loud enough, he might get the chance to see you.

Bakugou gave the punching bag one or two last punches before he turned to the door and opened it for you, a smug grin that you were now used to see -and somehow even started to like- on his face. You looked thoroughly annoyed, though he was well-aware of how your tail swayed behind you with excitement and playfulness.

You had pajama’s on, a little too light for the chilly night. Bakugou grunted in a disapproving manner, though he did skid aside, a way of telling you to get in already. As you took the silent invitation, both of you were thinking of the same night, when you had barged in his house for buying a cat repellent. He couldn’t help but smile at the odd memory.

“What’s your problem?” He asked in fake annoyance.

“You’re being too loud!” You protested though the smile on your lips and the sparkle in your eyes gave your act away. “I can’t work because of you.”

“Must be because I’m a smug bastard who doesn’t care about anyone but himself.” He teased, the words 'but then again, so are you’ unspoken, but very much told. You rolled your eyes at the attempt to get you flustered. “And I’m here to tell the smug bastard to be quiet for a few fucking hours so I can work, 'kay?” You told him with a challenging look as you made your way back out to the balcony.

“Whatever the princess says.” He answered cynically, but his smile was genuine for once.

“Goodnight, Bakugou.” You finally gave in and smiled back brightly, and he felt this odd tingle in his chest, which had been happening quite frequently lately.

“Goodnight, princess.” The nickname was meant to be cynical and mocking, though somehow it felt endearing, instead.

With a smile on your lips, you turned back to your apartment, the lack of noise from the apartment next to you a pleasant surprise, making your smile even wider.

Your smile faded when you looked at the USB that was on the counter. Or more like, lack thereof. You were sure you had left it right there, and then you had just-

Oh, shit.

You could smell the cats that were here a few seconds before you, and there was no mistake, it was them who took it along with a few other stuff. Groaning and cursing, you started to walk around the house, frantically searching for the little USB drive, looking under the tables and cupboards, under the fridge, over the fridge, under the curtains…

Running your hands through your hair, you got out of your apartment, not even aware of how cold the night was. If it wasn’t in your apartment, you knew only one other place they could hide your stuff in. The garbage.

Groaning and cursing, you arrived at the big, smelly green thing that was almost a second house to the stray cats. The cats felt your presence before they even saw you, running away for their lives since they could feel how furious you were.

“Where is it?!” You asked them before they could get away, but they ignored your question and ran, leaving you alone in this miserable place. No matter how in contact you were with your feline side, you could never understand how cats could feel at ease in the garbage.

Biting your lip in hesitation -is it really that important? Can’t I just rewrite the 200 files in there?- you rolled your sleeves up, disgust boiling in the pit of your stomach. You finally managed to get one foot in there, the smell and the feeling altogether making your eyes water with disgust, and you were well aware, the second you let your guard down, you would throw up.

What took the most courage was to put your hands in there and actually move the trash. You could only thank God that not everything was out in the open, and most was in big black trash bags, but some were ripped open and scattered, thank the cats.

Even if it was the most disgusting thing ever, you did get used to the sickening smell and the feeling of sitting on top of the trash. Whenever a cat got close to you to apologize, you threw whatever was in your hand at them -along with a string of curses-, making them realize you were pissed.

Bakugou was smiling when he closed the door after you. He tried to stop smiling and be annoyed with you, but how could he when you looked at him like that? He remembered how you purred that day when he had touched your soft ears, the memory only making his cheeks red and his grin wider.

He was going to go on with his workout when he heard a noise coming from outside. He frowned when he realized it was once again the cats scattering and playing with the garbage. He was going to ignore it, but he groaned in annoyance when he heard a loud glass breaking sound. They were particularly messy today.

Wearing the sweatshirt that was on his chair, he went downstairs to at least scare them away, but as he got closer to the source of the sound, he also noticed someone talking to themselves, grumbling and mumbling under their breath, and he noticed it was you in the garbage, and not cats.

His eyes widening when he got sure it was you -he could recognize your voice, especially when complaining- cursing and searching the trash.

You noticed his presence, your hands coming up as if to say I’m not guilty, and you looked at him with horror. “Wh- what are you doing here?!” You stammered when he kept looking at you with disgust and confusion.

“I should be the one asking that.” He answered, “What the fuck are you doing in there?!”

“I- I’m-” How were you even supposed to answer that? “I’m searching for something.” You finally admitted, tears swelling in your eyes, and this time, not because of the smell. “The cats stole my- and now I’m- I gotta-” It was especially hard to talk as you tried to hold back your tears, you realized, not even able to make a full sentence.

“What?” He asked, rightfully confused.

“I- I left my USB on the counter- and now it’s gone! I had my assignments and everything in there and now I can’t find it.” You finally managed to answer, you could feel a tear sliding down your cheek and you couldn’t even wipe your tear since your hand was dirty.

“For fucks sake, how did you even-” He stopped talking when he heard your sniff. “Wait- are you crying?”

“No!” You answered, biting your lip. “It just smells really bad in here, the heightened smelling abilities and shit, you know.” You lied, not very good, though.

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah- right.” Expecting him to turn around and go his not disturbingly bad smelling home, but he got a little closer to you, instead.

“Scoot over.” He told you after inspecting the garbage with his ruby eyes, looking very- very uncomfortable.

“What?” You asked as you dropped the trash that was currently in your hands. “You heard me.” Bakugou muttered. “Scoot over, I’m coming in.”

“You’re going to help me?!” He scoffed when he heard the disbelief in your voice, and you couldn’t suppress the odd feeling of relief washing over you. It wasn’t having someone next to you to help, but it was having him near you.

He held the cold metal, pulling himself up and joining you in your misery. “Thank you, Bakugou.” You muttered as he settled to the place next to you, a sour expression on his face, caused by the disgusting feeling and smell.

“Whatever, let’s just find the shitty thing and get out of here already.” He grunted, and you smiled.

***

Drying your hair with a towel, you were finally able to get rid of that awful smell. Bakugou was already clean and dry, sipping something out of his mug. You were surprised to see him sitting out in the balcony, despite the cold weather and the late hour.

“Hey,” you muttered, running the towel through your hair one more time. You heard him grunt in response, not raising his head from the steaming substance -it was coffee, you realized, and you noticed there was one mug right where you usually sat, too- and sat across him.

“Is the shitty thing still working?” He asked, breaking the silence. He scoffed when you nodded. You were about to thank him for the 100th time when he leaned a bit closer to you, his eyes narrowing and lips curling in a frown in displeasure.

“Didn’t you dry your hair after taking a shower?” His hand touched your hair. Not giving you the time to answer, he stood up and sat next to you, instead. “You dumbass, it’s fucking cold.”

Shaking his sweatshirt off of him, he pulled it over your head, dressing you with it, even though it was a little too big for you. He closed the hood and hid your cat ears and damp hair under it, his scent all your mind could process for a second or so.

His thumb touched your cheek softly as he closed the hood, Bakugou noticed how you leaned into his touch or drew a sharp breath as he traced a soft line with his touch.

Suddenly, his presence was overwhelmingly strong, your bodies so close and his face near yours, your mind only occupied with him and him only. His gaze dropped to your lips as you took one more sharp breath, ruby eyes darkening as you rolled your lip in your mouth anxiously.

“I-” You started to talk, but stopped when you noticed you had nothing to say. Maybe you should thank him again, you thought, and as you were about to do so, his thumb that was on your cheek pressed in, in a warning manner.

“I swear to god, if you thank me one more fucking time-”

“What?” You asked, not realizing you were getting closer to him, so close that you could feel his soft breath on your face. “What will you do if I thank you one more fucking time?”

He saw the challenging smile that was forming on your soft-looking lips, swallowing the excitement that was rising in his chest. “I will- silence you.” Bakugou answered, also smiling.

“Well then, thank you Ba- mmph!-” Bakugou was a man of his word, after all, so he did what he said. His lips closing in on yours, for the first time in your life, you weren’t mad at someone for not letting you finish your sentence.

***

Your head right on his chest, you could hear his steady heartbeat, the sound oddly comforting. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist, holding and not letting you an inch away from him, the other softly stroking your hair and your ears, smiling at the feeling of you purring right on top of his chest.

It felt so nice to be so close to him, your hand in his ash-blond hair, running your fingers through them. You moved in your place a little, snuggling into him, making him grunt in annoyance. “Stop moving, shitty woman.”

You smiled, moving even more just to annoy him even further. He was going to say something when a loud cat scream caused both of you to shut up. You could feel him gritting his teeth, his irritation evident, and you weren’t making it better by laughing at him.

“You know, this is all your fault-” He protested, but was once again interrupted by the cats. “For fucks sake- can’t you silence them, at least for one night?”

“Okay, okay. Just this one night.” You always liked hearing the cats, they made you feel lonely, but tonight, you didn’t need them to make you feel better.

You opened the window, leaning a bit as you glanced at the blonde that was watching you with much interest, sending a small smile his way as you opened your mouth and shouted. “Shut up!”

Bakugou didn’t know what exactly he was expecting, but he definitely didn’t expect that. “Is that it?” He asked in disbelief as you settled back on top of his chest, his arms wrapping you immediately.

“Yup,” You nodded, a cheeky smile on your face. He shook his head side to side, though he was laughing as he did so.

“I would’ve done that sooner if I knew,oes d it work on you, too?.” He muttered in your hair and laughed when you punched him. Pulling back slightly, he made you look at his face. “So it doesn’t work.” He grinned when you rolled your eyes. “But, still, that was fucking hot.” Bakugou muttered, leaning in to kiss you one more time.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #bnha scenarios #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #mha x y/n #mha x you #bakugou fluff #bakugou scenarios

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twistedlymad · 4 years

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Are you taking requests. Because I have an idea after reading your chapters where the reader became a cat. Why not she turn into a puppy this time, I would love to see divus react since he is base off of Cruella de vil

Actually, I am taking requests!

And to be honest, before writing the Neko!Reader story, I was struggling to choose to write reader as a dog or a cat. Looks like I get to write both!

Thank you for the request!! I hope this story is up to your standards and I hope you have a lovely day!!

Btw, this story will feature third-years since I used second-years in the Neko!Reader story.

What if you became a dog? (Ft. Grim, Ace, Deuce, Leona, Vil, Malleus and Lilia)

It has been a few weeks since your ‘neko’ accident and Grim is still off of his supply of tuna. But due to this accident, you and Grim were faced with extreme supervision whenever you attended Professor Crewel’s class. All your potions were tested before Professor Crewel gave you the permission to use the potions. There was absolutely no space for any errors.

So... With that being said, how did you, ended up as a dog?

Well, it’s pretty simple. You went for a bathroom break during one of Professor Crewel’s classes, so you left Grim in charge of your potion for awhile. The creature read the instructions carefully, trying to not mess up the potion as it would extend his punishment of no tuna even longer. However, he messed up the ingredient amount. Once the creature realized his mistake, he tried to get rid of it before anyone found out. So, he did the one logical thing to do. He threw the entire potion out the window.

You were on your way back from the bathroom, hoping to yourself that Grim was able to handle the potion perfectly, then all of a sudden, you felt something on your head.

Rain? No, the sky was pretty clear.

Water? No, this doesn’t feel like water.

You then used your hand to touch the liquid on your head, bringing the liquid to your eyes to get a good look at what it was. As soon as you did, the cloud appeared again.

“Not agai-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence and you were completely covered by the cloud once again.

“Now, Grim! Yours and (Y/N)’s potion please.” Professor Crewel beckoned Grim to show his potion to him.

“Fgnaaa! Um, well, you see I-”

“Woof!” A (H/C) colored pup appeared at the doorway, chewing onto a stick.

“Woof! Woof!” The pup barked cheerfully.

“What is that? No, who is that?!” Ace exclaimed. Grim looked at the pup with widen eyes.

“Oh no....” The creature said as he rushed to the window where he threw out the potion to see the potion along with your clothes on the floor. Deuce and Ace followed to see the same scene and they looked at Grim and they immediately knew who the (H/C) colored puppy is.

“Grim... What did you do?” Deuce asked while Ace slowly approached you, trying to not scare you for they remembered the ‘neko’ incident all too well. If you were already a runner when you were a cat, they could only imagine your speed if you were a dog.

“I...Uh... Might have miscalculated some ingredients.” Grim said. Deuce could only shake his head at Grim.

“My, what a lovely young little pup this is... “ Professor Crewel appeared beside Ace, peering down at you. Ace could practically feel the menacing aura bouncing off from the professor as he stood beside him.

“Ahh, your fur is so soft.. And what marvelous color coats your body..” The professor had reached out to pet you. You slowly backed away from the professor's touch.

Now, I would be lying if I told you that you were okay with this. You were very uncomfortable. You felt as if you were a prey and the professor was the predator. Ace realized this and quickly scooped you up.

"There there, (Y/N), calm down..." Ace cooed to you and you just snuggled into his arms more, trying to get away from the professor's looks on you.

"Ano, professor, can you make another antidote for (Y/N) again?" Deuce asked the teacher, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Yes, of course I will, in the meantime, please don't lose sight of (Y/N) again." The professor looked at the three first-years.

"Yes, Professor Crewel." They replied in sync.

"Good boys, now I shall get to work on the antidote." The professor said and he mumbled a sentence after. "Even though I don't want to."

"Okay! So what do we do with you?" Ace asked looking at you, and you just barked a response to him.

"I say we don't do anything with her, we just close her in a room and stare at her." Grim suggested. Ace and Deuce looked at him in confusion.

"Looks like you don't have any experience with dogs at all." Deuce said shaking his head.

"I know, we'll just take her back to Ramshackle Dorm and let her run around the yard of the dorm." Ace suggested and Deuce nodded.

"Yeah, she'll get her run and we get to keep an eye on her."

"Sounds like a plan." Grim added.

"Usually it's (Y/N) who makes these plans, looks like she's rubbing off on us." Ace said as they leave the laboratory to get you back to Ramshackle Dorm.

However, on the way back to the dorm, a certain something had caught your eye. It was a tail. Not just any tail though, you had noticed the tail of a certain dorm leader.

So, you jumped out of Ace's arms to go inspect the tail.

"Huh? (Y/N)!! Wait!!" Screams for you to wait were heard, but you didn't care. You were focused on the task you gave yourself, 'to inspect the mysterious tail'.

So there you were, navigating along the hallway with your vision focused on the elusive tail, there was no way you were going to let it out of your sight. Then, the tail took a sharp left turn, and you followed it so. You were immediately met with blazing sunshine for you were in the field of Night Raven College.

"Ah, Leona-san, glad to see you actually arrived for the class today." Vil commented to the lion.

"Ugh... Let's just get over with this so I can go back to sleep." Leona replied with a yawn.

"Alright!! Let's begin today's lesson!!" Vargas (Idk if I should call him a professor or not) said to the third-years. "Let's start with 100 laps around the field!" As soon as this sentence left the teacher's mouth, multiple groans were heard, especially from a certain beauty queen. However this didn't bothered Leona, due to plenty of magical shift practices, he was already used to running long laps around the field and he just wanted his nap so he decided to get it done with as soon as possible.

And there he was, in position, ready to run. His tail was resting on the ground and you took this oppurtunity to inspect said tail. As soon as Vargas had blown his whistle, you pounced on the tail, holding a firm grip to it. So with that, a 'smack' sound was heard and Leona had fallen face first onto the ground. Some laughter was heard from the other third-years.

"Oh.. My? What's this?" Vil said as he saw you playing with Leona's tail.

"What do we have here?" Malleus appeared beside Vil with Lilia not far behind.

"Why... It's a cute little puppy.." Lilia said with a slight smirk on his face. "How adorable."

"Oww..." Leona groaned.

"But, there aren't any dogs on campus, at least, there aren't any dogs who aren't half-human." Vil said.

"You're right, no student nor staff owns a pet dog." Lilia agreed.

You didn't care though, the only thing on your mind was the tail. But shortly after, you felt as if someone was holding your neck as you're being lifted into the air. You let out a slight whimper as you were faced with a slightly annoyed lion.

"Alright, whose (H/C) colored pup is this? You better come out now before I eat'em up." Leona looked at you with menancing eyes.

You however, were not taking any of this so you glared at Leona and barked furiously, trying to bite the lion, also shocking everyone around you.

"Ah, you've upset it." Lilia said as he tried to take you away from the lion. But you were thrashing around, making it super hard for the third-years to seperate you and Leona.

And thanks to the loud barking, Ace, Deuce and Grim heard you and they immediately ran out to the field to see Lilia getting a hold of you while Vil and Malleus were helping Leona.

"A-Ah! Lilia-senpai! Dorm leaders Vil, Malleus and Leona!" Deuce shouted and Lilia turned to look at them.

"Ace? Deuce? Grim? What's wrong?" Lilia said as you were struggling to get out of his grip but you stopped once you saw Ace, Deuce and Grim.

"Can we have that puppy back?" Ace asked.

"Oh, so this puppy was yours?" Leona glared at them. Vil and Malleus had already helped Leona back onto his feet.

"Now, Leona, let's not jump into fights." Vil said to the lion.

"Um... No... Technically, this is (Y/N)." Deuce said, sweatdropping.

"E-Eh? This is (Y/N)?!?" Lilia asked shocked. Leona, Vil and Malleus were looking at you, trying to confirm what they heard was true. No wonder they thought this pup was so...so....adorable!

"Oh, fufufu, this is the first time I've ever seen her this cute." Lilia said, hugging you tighter.

"Ah, let me guess, a spell went wrong?" Malleus asked.

"Or perhaps a potion?" Vil added.

"It was a potion that went wrong, Grim here, miscalculated the ingredient amount needed for the potion. And to not get caught with it, he threw the entire potion out the window." Ace explained.

"And it landed on (Y/N)." Deuce continued. Malleus and Vil had to restrain themselves from laughing while Lilia was already laughing madly.

"The coincidence is uncanny! Hahahaha! But anyway, here you go, take her to Crewel immediately." Lilia handed you over to Deuce.

"Yes, senpai." The first-years nodded and head back to the lab.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted, never knew she could be so cute." Vil said to himself.

"Let's just hope Crewel doesn't decide to try anything with her." Leona said, for he knew what the professor would do to animals like him, especially if it's a dog.

You arrive safely back in the lab and the professor was already there waiting for you. He reluctantly gave you the antidote and you were turned back to normal. The professor then walked away muttering something about soft fur and nice color.

"What happened?" You asked.

"Well, instead of becoming a cat again, you became a dog." Ace started.

"Ahh, did I now?" You slowly turned your head to look at Grim with a smile on your face.

"F-Fgnnaaa!" Grim exclaimed as he saw your eyes staring into his soul. You then gave him a closed-eye smile.

"Grim."

"Y-Yes?"

"No tuna for another month."

"FGNAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fic #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #grim #ace trappola #deuce spade #divus crewel #leona kingscholar #vil schoenheit #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #ashton vargas #yuu #inu!reader #request

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belettewrites · 3 years

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Fanfiction tag game

Thank you @flowercrown-bard for the tag! I’m replying here because it makes more sense than using my main blog.

How many works do you have on Ao3?

12!

What’s your total Ao3 word count?

81 289

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Don’t you (forget about me) - Jaskier is the god of memories, and after the mountain decides to grant Geralt’s blessing by taking himself out of the Witcher’s memories. Except, well, he only half succeeds.

This is the first “big” fic I ever wrote! You’ll soon notice a pattern of me using lyrics as titles because titles are the worst jhdfgjkdjdf

Nostalgia - A big misunderstanding, really. Jaskier hears a song about Geralt and thinks that since Valdo wrote it, he must be traveling with Geralt. Meanwhile, Geralt hears the song and thinks that Jaskier allowed his students to write about him, meaning Jaskier is completely done with him. Basically, they’re stupid and miss each other.

One of us is lonely, one of us is only (waiting for a call) - Jaskier reaches out to Geralt via a letter, they start repairing their friendship, then Geralt hears something and believes Jaskier died.

Listen to the melody - Jaskier finds a dog and decides to keep it, while Geralt thinks about how one day, Jaskier will retire and never travel with him again.

So this one is one of my fics where I go “dogs are great, Geralt and Jaskier should meet/have one”

And when the rain begins to fall (I’ll be the sunshine in your life) - Geralt and Jaskier have to take a break because it’s starting to rain hard. Jaskier takes a nap, comfortably leaning against Geralt.

So this one is one of my favorites because my dearest @potatofu-art drew something for it - you can find it here. Really, go check their blog, they’re amazing and so talented, you won’t regret it.

(also, see what I was talking about with the lyrics as titles? yeah. the downside is that the songs get stuck in my head everytime I’m reminded of the fics jfhgkffhkd)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do! Sometimes very, very late, because I always get overwhelmed - people are so nice to me and I never know what to reply

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Oh, uhm. I’d say Don’t you (forget about me) ? But I always kind of write happy endings, so.

Or maybe Of springs and reunions, because they’re so happy to see each other again.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Ah! This one I know the answer to. It’s The last time (before we meet again). Jaskier is sad because Geralt and him are about to part ways for the winter.

Do you write crossovers?

Not really. I have an idea, but it’d only take place in the universe of the book series, Jaskier and Geralt wouldn’t actually meet the main characters from that series. And I’m not really sure I’ll write it fjhdgkdkfd

have you ever received hate on a fic?

Thankfully, no. I hope I never do because boy that would hit me hard.

Do you write smut? if so, what kind?

The answer to that question is in a text I sent when talking about an AU I had in mind; the text basically was “Oh fuck, I’ll have to write Jaskier being attracted to Geralt, I hope it won’t end up looking like when Holt pretends he’s straight.”

So no, I don’t write smut djlfklfkdfgjdk

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Never

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Right now it’s Geraskier, I don’t know if I have an all-time favorite. Though before being interested in Geraskier I really liked Destiel (thankfully I lost interest before the finale, but I’m still bitter about season 15)

What’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I don’t have published wips, because I’m too anxious to just post something that isn’t already finished. So shout out to the authors who do that, y’all are my heroes I have so much admiration for you.

What are your writing strengths?

I have been told (if you’re reading this you’ll recognize yourself, btw ily) that I write dialogues well, so I’ll go with that

What are your writing weaknesses?

Well, English isn’t my first language so that is something I’m kinda insecure about - grammar is awful, verbs can’t be trusted, and don’t get me started on the commas.

Other than that, I’d say descriptions. I think it’s linked to the fact that English isn’t my first language - there’s vocabulary I have in my mother language that I don’t have in English. Even now as I write this I’m not sure that ‘mother language’ can be said in English fjgkkdskfhdk

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Mmh. I’ve never really thought about it? When I read fics and suddenly there’s French, I do a double take because huh?? But I wouldn’t write dialogues in another language in a fic, because idk it would just feel weird. And if the reader can’t understand it, then what’s the point? Unless there’s a character who serves as a translator, but you know, I think it would kinda break the rhythm of the fic.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

So. Picture this: I am ten, I do not know what fanfictions are, and I’m really into Warrior Cats.

(this is where my main pseudo comes from, btw. It’s short for Snowfeather, and no I don’t know how to pronounce Snowfea either gfdhkfdjkd)

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Mmmmmmmmh. Lemme think. Granted there are only twelve fics to choose from, but still.

I’ll chose Don’t you (forget about me) again, I think.

I don’t know who to tag except for @lokibus hjffdhjjhkjd

#Thank you for the tag!#also I'm doing it fifteen days later because this is the first time I've had to myself for #well #fifteen days

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chequeredwhitpost · 4 years

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Four: Douxie X OC Capture ``````````````````` Oc = Vin ```````````````````

I jump over a fallen trash can, Douxie following right behind me.

“Quickly, quickly!” Archie nags, flying overhead.

“It’s gonna get away!” I curse.

Douxie leaps over the next trash can as we squeeze thru the alleyway, chasing after the un-familiar beast. (No, it’s not a beast we don’t know of, it’s a beast that used to be a wizard’s familiar but has been corrupted and lost to taint.)

“What do you think I’m doing? Picking daisies?!”

Douxie touches and adjusts the capture spell in his wrist brace before he extends out his arm.

“DUCK!!” He shouts.

I trip anyways, so hah.

Douxie shoots a bright light and a powerful beam of energy at the un-familiar and at that very moment, the beast takes a sharp turn down into another alleyway.

The beam misses.

“Fuzz buckets!” Douxie chucks.

He quickly helps me up and we keep chasing after it. Hey, maybe whoever will cut us some slack and trap em’ in a dead end? Then again, with our luck, it can probably fly or climb walls.

Anyways…

We turn down the alleyway that the beast went and pass by all the dumps, trash cans, and back-doors to all these businesses. Up a bit farther ahead, I can see the back end of the beast. Looks like that beam didn’t miss after all— at least, not entirely, anyways.

“You singed its tail!” I note, giving a breathy laugh.

“I did?” Douxie looks up ahead and spots the damage,

“I did!”

“Ouch,” Archie pipes in.

“Come on!” I grab Douxie’s hand and pull him faster along.

“Vin! Hold on, --- wait!!”

I ignore him and keep us moving.

Around the corner, to the left, over right three times, between Stewart Electronics, and FINALLY into a dead-end alley corner. At this point, I can actually get a good look at the figure. Its vibrant orange-yellow, glowing, zig-zagged stripes--- over a black coal-dust coat--- well, despite the colors, it resembles a tiger! A tiger with a black coat and almost golden stripes! The eyes—oh the eyes! Its eyes are bold of orange pupils.

“This one looks freaking awesome!!” I marvel.

“Admire it later, Vin. Right now, we have to capture it and send it off.” Douxie reminds me.

“Sorry, sorry.”

I draw my capture-tool whip out of my coat and lash it down on the concrete ground to get the un-familiar’s attention. And, surely enough, I get it. The beast growls and starts to pace from one side of the alley-end to the other.

“Any time you’re ready…” I hint nervously, ready to move.

“Alright, just distract it.”

“How?!”

The unfamiliar roars and pounces up into the air, coming straight down for me. I grunt, lashing my whip out and wrapping around the beast’s jaw, like a muzzle. I jerk the capture-tool down in a flash, bringing the beast to the ground.

“Go! Do it now!” Archie cues.

I summon a second whip and make sure to bind its front paws together. The beast growls, swiping its claws at me every time I get close enough for attack.

“Quit being stubborn!” I shout at it.

Douxie laughs softly and fidgets with his ‘bracelet’. As soon as I’m done binding the un-familiar with some restraints, Douxie directs his hand out in front of him, aiming for the beast.

“Ex hoc manifestum,”

There’s a blue light of runic symbols that cast underneath the un-familiar with the start of the banishing spell. Before I forget, I take out my camera and snap a picture of the beast, so that I can admire it later.

“Erit ire ad, penetralia Kepthroah!”

And with the final vowel of the spell, a portal opens beneath the beast and I release my binds on it. The un-familiar falls into the depths of the hole, thus being banished to the realm of Kepthroah.

Panting, I look over at Douxie and give an out-of-breath smile. I kneel over, as he comes to my side. Douxie helps me up and I lean against him as a support beam, haha. . . phew.

“Good job, team!” Hoots Archie, flying back to the bookshop / house.

I wait until the dragon-cat is out of earshot, before whispering to Doux,

“Even though we did all the work, really.”

Douxie chuckles.

I groan softly, feeling a little dizziness come over me.

“Ugh, I need a nap.”

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💗💕💙💙💙

(Oh and BTW, if anyone has requests, I’ll be more than happy to hear them!)

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Lemon's Misadventures in Dating, Chapter 6 (Lemon x Everyone) - Mermelada

A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s chapter 6, as seen on Ao3! I found out that Lemon’s irl mum is Scottish, so naturally, I had to include her as a character and base her on my own! More is coming soon, so watch this space! :D I love you all!!

[07:24] HEY GIRL!

[07:24] I’m so sorry but I ate your sister for breakfast

[07:24] She was a grapefruit lololololol

[07:24] I’m sorry please don’t hate me

[07:24] But she was delicious

[07:25] So what’s the tea on Little Miss Lemon? I want to know everything! What’s your favourite type of pasta?

Lemon read the messages again as she sat at the kitchen island, sipping her coffee. She couldn’t help but smile. That was not what she was expecting at all from Priyanka, she looked so poised and regal in all her photos, yet in reality she was coming across as a complete goofball. Although it had been three hours now, and she was still awaiting a reply.

[09:58] Umm how fucking dare you?

[09:58] Don’t even expect me to respond to that until I get a full apology, you murderer.

Was the joke not obvious? Fuck, what if she thinks I’m serious? But then she started it…

“What’s got you smiling, princess?”

She jumped with shock as her mum walked through the door, placing her handbag on the counter and opening the fridge door. She knew her mum only worked a half-day on Thursdays, but her sudden appearance was a surprise nonetheless. Lemon felt like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t be.

“Oh, nothing,” she sang, quickly locking her phone and putting it back in her pocket, away from prying eyes, “how was work?”

“Well you’re not acting like it was nothing,” teased her mum, moving around the kitchen in a blur as she prepared her lunch. “Is it a girl?”

Lemon failed to hide the blush rising on her face, she knew her mum meant no harm, but she was not prepared to get into a conversation about dating and hookups with her so early in the day, and with so little alcohol to hand. “Muuuuuuuuum” she groaned, hoping that the coolness of her hands would remove the redness as she placed her chin in her palms.

“I’m just glad you’re happy, darling, you deserve it after the summer you’ve had!” Lemon couldn’t deny that her mum had been an absolute angel these last few months. She listened to Lemon way back when she had first admitted that things weren’t working like they should be, and never once offered any judgement or tried to convince her to stay. She had even helped Lemon move her things out of her old apartment as quickly as was humanly possible for the pair of them, while she was at work. “Are you up to date with your tetanus shots though, because you’ll need one if she’s doing that to you!”

Just when Lemon felt she couldn’t get any redder, her mum’s finger was poking the mottled bruise peeking out from under the loose collar of her t-shirt, her whole body burning as her mind flashed back to the moment it had been placed there… the body above her trembling, grabbing a handful of platinum hair as they grinded against each other’s thighs, the muffled cries in French… “Oh my god, mum, please stop!”

“What?! You can’t just disappear for two nights in a row and not expect me to be curious! What’s her name?”

She audibly groaned at her mother’s prying tone, laying her head on the cold marble countertop. “Mum, I love you, but I am not having this conversation with you right now!”

Fucking Rita, I’m sure she’ll find this funny at least, Lemon made a mental note to text the other woman later, wondering if she’s had any similar happenings with her work colleagues, or if she had enough experience - and common sense - to hide the evidence of her Tinder trysts better. At least she had put on leggings after waking up today, as shorts would have only showcased an even more incriminating patchwork of colourful marks across her inner thighs.

Her mum simply smiled and wrapped an arm around her from behind the high kitchen chair, planting an affectionate kiss on her daughter’s temple. “Well, you know what I always say, pumpkin, as long as you’re happy and safe, go out there and have fun! Are dental dams still a thing? Do you need some?”

Lemon could only muster a grunt in response, her head making an audible bang as she threw it onto the counter, deeply wishing that the conversation was over. Right on cue, she felt the phone in her pocket buzz with a new notification. She practically leapt off her seat, ready to run to the safety of her bedroom. “Well, on that note, I’m going to remove myself from this deeply uncomfortable situation. Thank you, mother!”

“Ooh is that her texting you? When are you seeing her next?” The enthusiastic questions fell - as her mum expected - on deaf ears, Lemon gulping down the remainder of her cold coffee and placing the empty mug in the sink.

When she finally reached her safe haven, she pushed the door closed and jumped back on the bed. Despite knowing her parents wouldn’t mind at all, she still wasn’t ready to admit she was trying to move on, let alone with an assortment of random ladies from the Greater Toronto Area. She grabbed at her phone excitedly, her eyes lighting up when she saw that Priyanka had finally answered.

[13:35] My dearest Lemon, I must beg for your forgiveness, for I have sinned gravely. Upon awakening from my slumber and entering my cooking chamber, my stomach began to sing a dreadful tune. In the search for something to quell its anger, I encountered a grapefruit, as cute as your face and as juicy as your ass probably is. With no other option, I slaughtered it, dressed it with some sugar, and devoured its flesh. Would you please accept my most sincere apology in the form of a drink sometime?

This crazy bitch. No other interaction on the app had left Lemon feeling so giddy, her heart had sped up and her stomach was doing somersaults. Yes yes yes yes oh my god of course! Luckily her common sense kicked in, and she realised she should probably act a bit less… desperate.

[13:40] Let me think about it

[13:41] Loljk of course!

[13:41] Any day/time work best for you? I’m afraid I’m fully booked this weekend

[13:41] Mourning my sister and all

[13:41] (I mean the grapefruit btw sorry that could have been weird)

Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long for a response.

[13:42] LOL I’m glad it didn’t turn dark

[13:42] Any night that’s not a school day is best for me!

[13:43] Speaking of which I better get back and entertain some little people, ttyl xo

[13:43] KIDS, btw, just in case xx

Lemon shook her head as she smiled, Priyanka was certainly something else. Cute, funny, sexy… hopefully she didn’t ruin it by having bad breath or murderous tendencies. She couldn’t explain it, she already felt something special about the girl, something she hadn’t felt since- no. Let’s not ruin a good thing by thinking about her. But the more she looked at Priyanka’s profile, the more memories of Juice kept flooding her mind. Taking a moment, she sat on the floor, stretching her legs out in front of her and breathing deeply and rhythmically, a makeshift meditation to nip any panic in the bud.

Is it still too soon? Maybe I’m not ready to be moving on if I still think about her so much, and if I still get so emotional doing so. Images of the former couple danced around her head; walking hand in hand, snuggling on the couch under blankets, even just helping each other cook, or drinking coffee in bed on a rainy morning. I thought it was what I wanted, but maybe I was wrong. She sat silently for a few minutes, trying her best to think of nothing but a dark sky filled with distant, twinkling stars, but even that took her mind back to the nights they’d spend wandering around their neighbourhood, talking about their hopes and dreams, where they’d live once they got married, how many cats and dogs it was acceptable to have. It seemed like the natural course for them, but not everything can work out the way people want it to.

She didn’t know whether it was the buzz of her phone on the bed behind her, or Gus’s gentle panting as he pushed through the door which awoke her from her semi-trance, but she took the opportunity to stand up and shake the stiffness out of her body. It was a natural impulse to bring her hands to her eyes to wipe away her tears, but she was pleasantly surprised to not find any there today. Maybe things were getting better after all.

She and Gus both slid onto her bed, the dog circling three times before plopping himself down in the crook of Lemon’s elbow, which she rewarded with a firm scratch under his chin. Picking up her phone, it buzzed again in her hand with messages from Rita.

Dr Rita <3 [14:02] shared a link

Dr Rita <3 [14:05] Bonjour! How are you today, mon citron? I had a nap after work and I am now ready for the gym :-O Last night a colleague told me about this dance school where his daughters go, a teacher is pregnant and will need someone to cover the classes when she is off. I thought of you :-) I hope you slept better than a baby! X

Dr Rita <3 [14:06] Also I found a bruise on my ass yesterday, I was in pain every time I was sitting down, thank you very much…

Lemon had always believed in fate to some degree, and upon seeing the link Rita had sent, she had no doubt that destiny had been on her side during the events of the last few days. She stared at the familiar tan bricks of her old dance school, the smiling face of her old principal teacher finally giving her the push she needed to get back in the saddle. She threw on a pair of jeans and a woolen cardigan, replying to Rita with one hand as she pulled on her ankle boots with the other.

[14:10] Merci merci, I’ll check it out!! Have fun at the gym, you crazy pomme! How was sexy kidney lady?

[14:11] And de rien 😘 my mum saw the one on my neck today, she thinks I’m being bullied 😞

Jumping down the stairs two at a time and shouting a quick goodbye to her mum - closing the door before she could hear the inevitable embarrassing reply - she walked as quickly as her legs could possibly take her to the dance school, a path she had already walked hundreds of times throughout her childhood. Even if they said no, she would sign up to classes or find some auditions, how could this not be a sign from the universe to start dancing again? As she reached the heavy iron door, she checked her phone one last time.

Dr Rita <3 [14:14] Courage, ma belle! They would be idiots to not want you! Well, she made me my favourite tea and told me she liked my lipstick, so I think we are married now?

Dr Rita <3 [14:16] And I am so sorry! :-( Do you have arnica cream? I hope your mother knows it was at your request? ;-)

She had really lucked out with Rita, she needed a good friend like her in her corner right now. And as she stepped inside, navigating the bright corridors to the principal’s office, she was really glad she’d downloaded Tinder.

#rpdr fanfiction #drcan #mermelada #lemon #priyanka #rita baga #kyne #kiara #juice boxx #submission #lmid #can1

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shslstraws · 5 years

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Hello! Hope your days going well, I’ve been looking around and see your ✨beautiful art✨, and I curious to see your ideas/headcanons of your dr ships? I always like to see people’s interpretations of them^.^ (also your valid for top Saihara cuz I’m a Power-bottom Ouma enthusiast and-)

Hello! My day(s) have being going wonderful, thank you for asking! I hope you are doing well too, thank you very much for this ?? Like I’ve always wanted to discuss my ideas and headcanons, so thanks for this,, a blessing,,

I’m one hell of a multi-shipper but I’ll discuss my big damn ships. WHICH IS TWO, I REALIZED JUST WRITING ONE OF THESE, I WROTE SO MUCH THAT I CAN’T EVEN WRITE ABOUT MY TOP 5. SO HAVE TOP 2

Oumota (my fav ship)

Reading some of golden-redhead’s fic; Nobody Said It Was Easy (one of my fav Oumota fics btw), I do like to confirm that Kokichi and Kaito moved into an apartment with each other. Basically, vr au, just started to live with each other due to the fact that they let each other see with their masks down at the end, and they seem to grow an understanding of each other. They eventually become friends then to lovers, I always love that trope.

Kokichi bought a galaxy printed blanket for Kaito, on his birthday, and he thinks it’s an eyesore sometimes. But the look on Kaito’s face when Kokichi spots him snuggle up with it, Kokichi doesn’t ever regret buying it. (Kaito just really thinks of Kokichi when he snuggles up in the blanket btw, I drew them in the blanket actually!)

For a loooong while, Kokichi suffered from ptsd nightmares when they first moved in, Kaito just couldn’t leave him like that?? He invites Kokichi to like,, sleep with him in his bed, after a month of living together, and Kokichi just teases him. But he silently goes in that night, Kaito finds out in the morning, since he wakes up early, but says nothing of it for the both of them. (It just becomes a habit)

Kaito is actually afraid of loud noises? Like, REALLY loud noises. Due to ptsd triggers to the loud slam of the press and the awful noises that was also with it. Thunderstorms are the worst. Kokcihi notices this and feels kinda lost, he doesn’t know what to do but wants to help. Kaito tries to keep it together during these times, but Kokichi can see right through him. At first, he’d try to joke around and tease at him, just to make Kaito feel normal and back to reality. It eventually doesn’t work and Kaito is stuck in that moment of time, so Kokichi silently starts forming circles on his hand to keep him grounded. Just like how Kokichi goes to Kaito’s bed after a nightmare, this becomes a habit and they say nothing of it.

They don’t say anything to each other about these acts of kindness bc they don’t know how to react to it? Maybe still in the mindset that they HAVE to hate each other. But they get over it, and once in a relationship; Kokichi begins to make small talk as he rubs circles in Kaito’s hand. And, of course, they both decided to finally sleep in the same bed instead of separate beds in separate rooms.

Of course, they tease each other and pick at each other everyday. But since they started dating, it’s just more in a loving matter?? Although Kokichi will be like, “ewww, Momota-chan is trying to flirt with me, disgusting”

For my version of a VR AU,,, I kinda want to go a different route for Kokichi; career wise. I love seeing fitting jobs for him in fics like, actor and such. Excellent ideas and I love them! But I want to be different bc IDK I JUST DO BE LIKE THAT. And wanna make Kokichi a psychologist? Just once he recovers from his trauma, and helps Kaito deal with his, he just feels like he can be good at it? Which was laughable when he first told Kaito, but then he saw Kokichi was serious and was like, “oh shit, you’re dead set on this.” And Kaito becomes proud of him, so supports him through it. Kokichi is still a little shit but only to those that are not his patients, of course.

I actually did concept art of Kokichi as a psychologist, since I got a request to have my take on older Oumota, I’ve been putting so much work into the concept so then I can make the perfect drawing, but here’s psychologist!Kokichi

Yes, he gets glasses. He was so whiny about it when Kaito found out Kokichi’s sight wasn’t the best as it was before. So after FORCING him to go to an eye doctor, Kokichi pouted when he got his first pair. Kaito just found it cute. He normally wears contacts though, only wear glasses, “to look professional”, even then, he doesn’t wear them as much. HE REALLY DOESN’T WANT ANYONE ELSE KNOWING HE WEARS GLASSES. He hates them. Kaito gets very excited when he sees his boyfriend with them; he took a picture when Kokichi didn’t notice until the picture was taken, and the doof left the flash on, so Kokichi chased him around the apartment demanding him to delete it. And Kaito is laughing and having his phone in the air high so he can’t reach it. (But Kokichi eventually gets it off his phone, from a surprise kiss)

Although Kaito HATES being what the game made him to be and what he thought everyone expected him to be, he was afraid to even consider to pursue being an astronaut for real. He was afraid that he fully lost himself if he were to “give in”. But he learns that he wants to be an astronaut, not because of the false memories given, but because he wants to in this life. His life. His decision.

Both study hard in university when pursuing their chosen careers, both procrastinate a lot. But eventually one or the other will try and get them back to work. Or if Kaito is working too hard, Kokichi will try and lighten him up and get him to take a break. Very rarely, Kaito will have to do the the same with Kokichi.

OH MY GOD OKAY, NOW ONTO THE OTHER SHIP

Saioumota

Shuichi basically had a crush on both of them, he didn’t know how to even confess. NONE OF THEM DID BC THEY’RE MESSES.

So, going off VR AU again, afterwards Kaito just decides that they all are going to live together. And Shuichi was okay with that, Kokichi was like, “haha okay, since you can’t seem to get enough of me” but was honestly relieved inside that he had somewhere to go.

Few months were awkward for Kokichi, especially since Shuichi and Kaito started dated. He just felt like “the third wheel” and wanted to move out, but he had no where to go. So he was in this cycle in his mind for awhile.

Shuichi tries multiple of times to get Kokichi to join them on many occasions, but again, Kokichi didn’t want to be that third wheel.

Kaito DOES have feelings for both Shuichi and Kokichi, but was most unsure,for the longest time, about how he felt with Kokichi. It took Shuichi’s talks to finally get him to understand and comes to terms, damn, he’s also in love with this rat.

It was when Kokichi didn’t come home for about a week, that Kaito confessed when he just suddenly came back. Of course, he was shouted at Kokichi and they got in an argument, and just everything that was buried blew up there and then. Shuichi just comforted them both after the argument with his gentleness.

They ALL just started dated afterwards, although it was hard for Kaito and Kokichi to become closer. Kokichi easily warmed up to Shuichi first, since he just always felt closer to the detective? He was just on edge for awhile about if Kaito’s feelings were true. But he warmed up to him eventually.

For a long while, Shuichi would be middle spoon (haha) since Kokichi’s and Kaito’s uncertainty. But once Kokichi warmed up to Momota, he just scooted himself between the two of them during one of their cuddling sessions. Kaito looked dumbfounded and then looked at Shuichi like he just earned the trust of a stray cat. Like, “LOOK, SHUICHI, HE’S TRUSTING ME” silently with a big dumb smile.

After then, Kokichi loves being the centre of attention for both of them. He loves being middle spoon but also let’s Shuichi be middle too bc he loves cuddle him.

Their usual dates are to a nearby park, mainly if they need a breather from any stress, one of them will suggest or just force them to go to the park. And they all know that it means that they just want to the best for each other.

Shuichi is usually the one to come home and find a mess of the apartment from Kaito and Kokichi. And gives them a “really?” look as they point fingers at each other.

Kaito eventually gets a job, Shuichi was the first to get a job to support them, but that left Kokichi alone. And he was so clingy when they got back, he demanded SO MUCH ATTENTION once they came home. And whined about being bored all day without them.

When they all have their bad day, they just cuddle up together and take a nap and just relax. Although Kaito will be the one to try and cheer them up later in the night by stargazing.

Shuichi loves talking about the novels he reads to his boyfriends even though they don’t know what he’s talking about most of the time or understand, Shuichi knows but really appreciate them just taking interest in something so small. It means so much to him.

Kokichi is the last one to wake up in the morning, and Shuichi and Kaito always debate to wake him up before they go to work. He’ll whine if he doesn’t get a goodbye from them and he’ll whine just out of grouchiness of being woken up. So it’s always flip a coin and it’s always, “it’s your turn, Shuichi” “Kaito, it was my turn yesterday”

SURPRISE THEY GET MARRIED AND MOVE INTO A NICE HOUSE LATER. And they also get a dog,,

AND THAT’S THAT, IM SO SORRY BUT HERE’S ALL MY HEADCANONS, TAKE ‘EM

#strawstalks #strawsanswers #rambles #headcanons #but thank you again for asking me this #i love just rambling about stuff like this #and hearing other people's ideas in my ask box #it's just so nice to see my ask box full of things #thank ya'll #oumota #saioumota

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erasethedarkness · 5 years

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If requests for scenarios are still open, how about werewolf!aizawa with a female reader? He's been with her for a few years and has been hiding his secret to protect her but one night he somehow forgets about the full moon and changes in front of her. He still has control of his mind enough to speak but can still lose himself to his inner beast. He asks her to leave him to try and protect her but she stays because she loves him and wants to help him through his pain. He still is a cat lover btw

Hey, Vaseshipghost! Thank you so much for being patient with me! I hope that you enjoy this response as much as I enjoyed writing it. ^^ It was so much fun and different from what I feel like I “normally” write at this point! So thank you for requesting it! I’m excited to work on your next request down the road as I get through my inbox!

Reader: Female, but coincidentally gender neutral

Scenario: You and Aizawa are celebrating your anniversary when he loses track of time and ends up transforming into a werewolf, revealing one of his deepest secrets to you.

Word Count: 2653

“Darling… Darling, wake up,” you cooed as you lightly shook Aizawa’s shoulder. The man fell asleep before the movie ended at the theater, exhausted to the point where even the loudest cinematics weren’t enough to keep him awake. Fortunately for the both of you, he was a quiet sleeper and leaned towards you, making it look like you were cuddling, and letting you enjoy the movie to completion. While most people would be upset that their partner fell asleep on them, you didn’t mind. You were always painfully aware of just how busy he was and wished that he would take some time to himself like a healthy individual would. Then again, “healthy” wasn’t necessarily a word you’d associate with your long term lover.

He groaned softly, rolling his head away from you with slow blinks until he was awake. “Egh… I did it again, didn’t I? I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

The theater was just about empty, the employees coming in to clean it for the next showing. You turned slightly in your seat, paying no mind to the movie workers as you gently brushed his messy bangs to the side. Stubbornly, the hair fell back into place, and you giggled, smiling sweetly.

“It’s alright, Shouta. I know how much you push yourself with work,” you reassured him, standing up and offering your hand.

“I should still be more present for you on our anniversary though,” he argued gently, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles before standing and guiding you out to the car. While you spent no energy in guilting him, you could see where he was coming from. No matter how understanding you were, he was falling short of his own standard and expectation, and that wasn’t something you could change.

“Hey, Shooouuta?~” you asked as he drove you back to your place.

“Hm?”

“I have an idea on how you could make things up to me.~” Your words came with a playful, sing-songy voice as you grinned at him.

“Oh?” He glanced over to you before returning his attention to the road. “And how’s that, my love?” His tone was just as playful, only making you smile more.

“Take us to the kitty café before dropping me off!” Your smile grew hopeful and even wider.

From the corner of his eye, Aizawa could see how excited and hopeful you were. How could he possibly turn down your request? He loved the cat café, and he loved you even more- so if stopping by Mocha Meow was how you wanted him to make up falling asleep on your anniversary date, he would more than happily oblige.

Originally, he intended to only stay for half an hour- enough time to enjoy your drinks and pet some cats. Any other night, he wouldn’t have been so mindful of the time, but tonight was that time of his moon cycle. What he didn’t expect was to get so lost and caught up in your energy- in your love and all the reasons he fell for you in the first place- that he completely forgot about time altogether. Half an hour turned into an hour as enjoying your drinks turned into finishing them, and he was finally fully awake and present with you.

An hour before Mocha Meow closed, one of the employees and shelter workers approached you two. By now, you were both lying on the ground, a cat sleeping on each of your chests as the others played or napped. The employee sat down and joined in, a cat crawling into her lap while you slowly sat up despite the feline protests.

“Please, you don’t need to sit up,” she smiled at you both as she stroked the cat in her lap. “I’ve noticed you two in here quite a bit. Have you ever considered adopting from us?” At her question, you exchanged a glance with your partner. It wasn’t something you two actually talked about, but it was obvious the want to adopt was there. When you two didn’t answer, she chuckled softly. “We normally aren’t so forward about adoption here, since the cats have a good life- but nothing is quite as good as having a forever home. With Meowcifer and Sir Purrcival, it’s… Well, it’s almost a special case.”

“How so?” you asked, stroking Sir Purrcival’s white fur. According to his info sheet, he was believed to be a persian maine coon mix. He was so big, with him sleeping on you, he covered your stomach and chest.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed on their sheets that Sir Purrcival and Meowcifer are a bonded pair. They’re exceptionally tricky because we haven’t seen them both take a liking to anyone who’s been interested in them,” she paused, looking from the white fluff ball to the sleek, black bombay laying on Aizawa’s chest, “…except for you two. We haven’t been able to adopt them out because one cat or the other has always been extremely adverse to the family or person.” Her suggestion was clear as day. Once again, you and Aizawa exchanged glances.

“There’s no pressure by any means, and you’ll always be welcome at Mocha Meow,” the woman followed up with a sincere smile. “But would you please consider it?” You both nodded, watching as she stood up, the cat in her lap cradled in her arms as she returned to work.

Left alone, you two look at each other and the cats on your chests. There must have been some truth to her claim, considering they have been at the café since you two started visiting almost six months ago. For a while, you two were silent, until you sighed.

“Shouta…” Your voice coupled with the way you looked up at him was all he needed to know what you wanted.

“(Y/N), we haven’t even talked about it.”

“Do we really need to? I know you take care of the strays around your place and mine. They keep coming to my door and I’ve found the cans of food.” You smirked at his surprised expression, your lover formerly unaware that you knew. It wasn’t a secret, but it wasn’t something that came up either.

While it didn’t take too much to persuade him, you still had to work a little bit to reach an agreement. At the end, you two decided that it would be best for the cats to stay at your place since he was so busy. A bright smile and delighted squeal announced to the café what conclusion was made, and no time was wasted in filling out the adoption forms and paying the fees, everything going smoothly for the two cats to come home with you that night. At the end of the hour, you two were back in the car, the stubborn cats refusing carriers so you both had to carry them out in your arms and then let them figure out a way to lay on your lap.

Instead of taking you straight home like he should have, Aizawa stopped at his place to pick up some things since he was actually more prepared for having cats than you were, despite never taking the step forward to adopt. Meowcifer laid across his shoulders as you carried Sir Purrcival inside to help him with some of the cat necessities. As he stepped inside, he glanced at the time on the kitchen stove, eyes widening. Fortunately for him, you couldn’t see his expression from behind, only seeing him reach for Meowcifer to put him down.

“(Y/N), I’m suddenly not feeling too great,” he half shouted at you as he booked it to his bathroom. You stared after him, brows knitted in confusion, looking at Meowcifer and placing Sir Purrcival down as well. This behavior was something you’d never seen from him- even when he didn’t feel well, he wasn’t the kind to just run and hide in a bathroom.

“Shouta?” As you came up to the door, you placed your ear against it before knocking. “Shouta, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he growled. It was almost like a roar, startling you and making you jolt back from the door. You heard him clear his throat, and it sounded like he was struggling to control his voice. “I’m fine. You should take the cats and car. I’ll be better tomorrow.”

For a moment, you stared at the bathroom. You could see his shadow along the ground and stood there, frozen for a moment. The cats approached you, gently brushing against your legs as if encouraging you forward. With silent steps, you crept closer and placed your ear against the door, trying pick up on any sort of clue that could help you make sense of everything. Muffled, the sound of his panting barely reached you, making your heart tighten. Aizawa never breathed that heavily, not even after an intense round in bed. Once you heard the sound of cloth tearing, your concern skyrocketed.

“Sh-Shouta?!” Without even thinking about it, you tried to open the door, pushing hard on it but with no luck. “Shouta, what’s wrong? What’s happening?!”

“(Y/N), I told you to leave!” Again his voice was so… different. After years together, you’ve heard his voice in every pitch and tone it could take, yet this was new to you.

“N-no!” you yelled back, still trying the door. “What’s wrong? Please, let me help you!”

With a harsh and destructive crack, the door you were pushing on slammed open, making you fall onto your hands and knees. It was hurled open so fiercely that it splintered and cracked, coming off the hinges and completely broken beyond repair. Horrified, you froze, hearing the heavy breathing that wasn’t like him, and the cats beginning to hiss and yowl. You body trembled as you saw and recognized the torn clothes on the ground before registering the beast in front of you. When you looked up, your eyes widened, the face of a werewolf glowering at you with petrifying red eyes that glowed just like your lover’s. As you stared, you realized it was his wearing pants and had the smallest bald spot under its right eye.

Slowly you crawled backwards out of the bathroom, eyes glued to the monster before you. You ended up turning so that the way you crawled was easier to manage, your legs in front of you instead of behind, and allowing you to stare up at the fanged face with an unforgiving glare.

“You can’t help me,” he snarled. “Take the cats and keys and go.”

Seconds passed, but you were still frozen.

“Stop staring and go!” he roared at you in a frightening display, stark white fangs bared at you, his snout menacingly scrunched in a snarl.

“No!” you shouted back, your voice surprising both of you as you finally found your courage. “No.” The world was repeated with firm conviction.

“I SAID GO!” He punched the wall beside him before drawing his hand back, claws digging into the plaster and carving out five deep gashes.

“And I said ‘no’! No, Shouta!” Despite your whole body shaking from his violent temper, you were determined. You slowly pushed yourself up, sliding along the wall and using it to support yourself as you stared at him.

“Do you not get it?! Do you seriously not understand?! I’m trying to protect you!” Aizawa snarled into your face, his fists slamming on both sides of your head and leaving craters in the wall beneath them. Even though he was telling you to leave, his body trapped you as if you were his prey. In his eyes, you could see how desperately he was holding back and fighting to keep from losing control of himself entirely.

“Then let us stay!” you demanded, staring into those glowing red eyes.

“WHAT?!” he roared, “that’d be endangering you both! I can’t risk-” his words were cut off by a frustrated growl. “Damn it, (Y/N), I love you too much. Don’t ask me for this.”

“And I love you too much-”

“Then don’t argue with me! Now is not the time for it!”

“Then you stop arguing with me! I’m not going! We’re not leaving you, Shouta!” you cried out, your hands coming up to his fur coated face without a second though. He clenched his teeth, resisting the urge to snap at you for moving so suddenly and daring to touch him like this. “I’m not going to spend my life with someone I have to abandon at least once a month! I’m not! And it’s awful and cruel and selfish of you to even think that’s okay!”

“I’m a fucking werewolf, (Y/N)! If I hurt you-”

“You’re not going to hurt me!”

“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT!”

“YES, I DO! I know you, Shouta! And I know you’re stubborn and feel like you have to deal with this alone, and I know you have the best intentions, but if we can’t work through this, we can’t work through the rest of our lives together!” The words spilled out of you as you began to cry, holding onto the creature you still recognized as your lover while silence fell. You shoulders shook and trembled as you bowed your head, leaning forward into the werewolf, no longer petrified of him, but of what life would be like without him. Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you sobbed, your hands slipping from his face to his shoulders.

“… I still want a life with you, Shouta,” you weeped. “All of you. …Werewolf, and all.”

After what felt like the longest pause, you heard him somehow manage a sigh. He pulled back from you, pieces of the wall falling to the ground as his fists lowered. The cats stopped hissing at him, though their tails remained bristled, coming to your side as he backed away. It was amazing how spot on the volunteer was about how these two cats were already attached to you. Your heartbeat finally slowed down, letting your breathing calm as you began to really register everything. You were dating a werewolf. On top of that, you just decided to essentially stay the night with said werewolf with the two cats you just adopted.

With a deep breath, you slid back down the wall, sitting against it and petting the cats on either side of you. After a few reassuring strokes, and with Aizawa standing back, their tails returned to normal and they were less on edge. You picked Sir Purrcival up and placed him around your shoulder, taking Meowcifer up next and holding him to your chest. Slowly and cautiously, with your eyes focused on his red stare that was equally glued to you, you walked up to him. Despite feeling the cats tense up, you continued, building confidence between everyone in the room. The cats stayed with you and Aizawa didn’t move as you came to him.

When you stopped, there was a small moment where everything seemed to freeze, but you broke it by lifting Meowcifer up and encouraging the cat onto his shoulders. At first, there was a bit of resistance, which was entirely understandable and expected. But as you continued to introduce the cats to werewolf Aizawa, they began to catch on to his scent and register in their minds that the monster and man were one. Meowcifer hesitantly stepped onto his broad shoulders, freezing up at the inquisitive growl he made in surprise. Their eyes met and slowly, the black cat sat down, his tail beginning to sway after a few moments of safety. As calmly and gradually as he could for being a werewolf, Aizawa brought his claw up to the cat and let it sniff him. He kept his hand up for Meowcifer, and to his surprise, received a sweet and gentle headbutt into his palm.

“We’re going to need to set a lot ground rules…” he finally caved.

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Hi ! I don't know if you're still taking request like this but,,, yoongi with long hair,, that make him look even more princey than he already does uwu. I really like your writing btw, i find it super refreshing to read and its just lovely ! I hope you have a good day, don't forget to drink

Hello ♥ I’m sorry for taking so long, here it is!! thanks for your request and also, your kind words, it motivated me to write,,, i was in a bit of a drought so thank you ;w; really ♥ you don’t forget to drink n eat AND sleep either. (;

I imagine long-haired!Yoongi just like @inbloomyg ‘s ((hey there!! told you i’d link you the fic if i wrote it hehe)) art which is right down there and gorgeous, just like everything they do ♥ here we go, hope you’ll like it~

Something strikes Seokjin late in the afternoon. In the form of Yoongi waking up from a nap, and looking dangerously close to falling into another one. Seokjin’s stricken by a realization one late afternoon. April, hot but not really, a humid something that tugs Yoongi away from his studio and straight in Seokjin’s arms. No hesitation, no bribing on Seokjin’s part or the inevitable fall following days in the studio. It’s a whim, a whim of lightly flushed cheeks and clothes in disarray. A whim of lean limbs wrapping around Seokjin’s in the bed, cat-like eyes heavy-lidded and lashes fluttering lazily.It’s hair falling from a pretilly messy bun on Seokjin’s chest too. Long, blond hair. Oh. Oh.“Yah,” he says, sudden and low and lacking that mild cheer he paints his intonation with so often. Yoongi startles, the black diamonds Seokjin likes to call eyes popping open and eyeing Jin curiously. He kind of wants to spend, ah, something like hours, thinking about this gaze and only kissing Yoongi’s eyelids, Yoongi’s cheeks, his lips, to convey the adoration he feels. Perhaps he will, later, but right now—“hyung,” the little man now wide awake says, or whispers, or perhaps just something in the middle. Darling drawl, quiet interrogation. “what.”So darling.But Jin—Jin only lets his fingers brush the locks of black and blonde with a blossoming something in his chest. Petals opening, warming him up, because Yoongi’s hair is soft; because Yoongi’s hair is long and frames his angelic face in the prettiest way and Jin feels stupid for not seeing this sooner. No—for not having taken the time to. For not stopping and observing the way strands of blonde fall delicately in Yoongi’s eyes, part sometimes in the middle of his forehead and gives him a whole new aspect—he can’t, he can’t put a name on it but God. Yoongi looks so fucking good, what the hell. Seokjin’s nearly offended. Would be, if he wasn’t absolutely and utterly smitten. Takes in eyes slowly blinking at him and perfected each second by the gentle movements of his wild locks. They’re not totally blonde, his natural hair is growing under but? It only makes him even more gorgeous? Seokjin blows out a long breath and cards his fingers into those soft strands. He may or may not be enchanted. “Yoongi-yah, your hair,” he says, wheezes out, gestures frantically with his free hand to the hair he’s caressing way too eagerly for him to not look like a maniac. A handsome maniac, but still. Yoongi eyes him, blinking some more. He’s cute but he just doesn’t get it. “It’s long!”Yoongi rolls his eyes. Raises himself a little bit more on Jin’s chest to give him a somewhat amused, somewhat dry look. All heavy-lidded and cheeks slightly puffed out. And with the way his hair cascaded around his features so darling—God, Jin was one blind man. “I’m hurt, hyung,” the little one drawls lazily, eyes piercing Jin’s before falling somewhere else on the man’s shirt. “aren’t you—aren’t you the one shouting left and right totally unnecessary daily details about me? And you can’t even see that my hair grew?”

“Yah! They’re not unnecessary—”

A snort’s his only answer, alongside Yoongi’s pointed gaze and huffed “As if.” Probably implying all the times his hyung exposed his embarrassing sides—which, Jin would like to protest, were actually the cutest moments ever—and beamed in positive mirth to anyone around.

But. Indeed, Jin had been quite blind to this little wonder.

He cuddles Yoongi closer to him, ignores his lazy protests and the weak fists punching his shoulders. Arms firm around a narrow waist, hands digging in the supple flesh of his darling until he exploded in sweet rivulets of laughter. Jin watches happiness brighten Yoongi’s tired feature, his hair form a halo around his face and wonders if Yoongi can hear the wild beats of his heart. Eventually, softly, he pushes his fingers into Yoongi’s soft strands of hair and moves them behind his ear. Delicate. “You’re always pretty, that’s why. Long hair, short hair, the only thing I notice always is that—is that you’re gorgeous.”

Lovely eyes fix on his, wide-eyed, before they close at the same time as colors bloom on his little one’s satin skin. And Jin, Jin’s too hot already, cuddled as they are; but he brings Yoongi closer and breathes a smile on his lips. Smiles and kisses Yoongi’s lips as softly as he caresses his hair, until his baby’s putty in his hands, pressed on his body in the sweetest way.

From then—Jin can’t not notice Yoongi’s long, prince-like hair. Soft and cascading and—and golden.

When he, later, says they’re all eight and he’s a ten, it’s an innocent lie, because Yoongi with long hair is one hell of a solid twenty.

Hoseok knows he’s staring.

Yoongi knows it too. Ignores it, and repeats the routine he was supposed to practice with Hoseok. Not that he’s any bad—Hoseok would be the first in line, chest bursting with pride to inform excitingly anyone willing to listen, that Min Yoongi was a freaking good dancer. No buts, no ifs, no nothing. His Yoongi was—his Yoongi was good.

His Yoongi was also giving him the cold shoulder.

Sulky silences, never outright ignoring him; just fewer words and even less physical contact. Hoseok was dying. Told Yoongi so, and was only met with dull eyes and a terribly sweet—“Then…perish.” He has been too stunned to pursue Yoongi with tears then. It worked, usually. Just like Yoongi was terribly weak to their youngest members, his resolve always wavered when it came to a teary Hoseok or, or a simple puppy-eyes from Namjoon. Their eldest hyung didn’t count, pigs would fly until Yoongi refused him anything.

And so, and so. Here Hoseok was, desperate and deprived for any kind of contact with the one he swore was his soulmate, soul partner, soul everything and beyond.

Yoongi wasn’t having any of it though, pretty gaze skittering away from Hoseok and letting his lean limbs flow in the familiar pattern they had learned some days ago. Clearly, he didn’t need any help, but Hoseok had to find something, okay?

Well, that was the plan, at the beginning.

But Yoongi—

Yoongi had his pretty, silky and long locks of hair in a pretty bun at the top of his head and Hoseok wanted to cry at the gorgeousness of it all. Of every damn blonde lock, styled perfectly with just this tad bit of natural messiness that drew the gaze—again and again. Hoseok wanted to touch. Yoongi? That was a given, he even freaking dreamed of touching him every second. But this hair…it was, it was a rare sight. Too pretty for words. Hoseok really, really wanted to touch.

So, Hoseok touches.

Tries to, at least, but Yoongi seems to have been keeping a careful eye on him—Hoseok doesn’t go further than an arm outstretched before Yoongi dances away from his reach, arms crossing on his chest. He’s cute, Hoseok despairs in the secret of his mind and his much too expressive face. He’s cute, terribly cute, in the slight frown of his eyebrows and the heavy pout on his pinkish lips. Cute in body leaning away from Hoseok and a defensive position not threatening in the least. Cute, mini-sized Min Yoongi glowering at Hoseok. “What are you doing?”

“Just trying to get close to you,” Hoseok laments, arms falling by his side in what looks like defeat before—before he shifts forward and brings Yoongi down toward him in a searing embrace. Ignores the man’s muffled protests as he breathes in deeply strawberries and ice cream not unlike a winter spent cuddled inside, with hot chocolate and pleasant company. It’s Yoongi, Yoongi and simply Yoongi and, and okay, the man had only started distancing himself from Hoseok two days ago but—Hoseok needed him, okay? Didn’t know how much until Yoongi slowly put distance between them. “I missed you.”

“Liar,” Yoongi immediately rebukes, pushes at Hoseok’s chest with absolutely no result except, probably, exhausting himself. He’s little, after all. Not that much in height, only centimeters smaller than Hoseok. But he’s little in…in size. Takes less space, easy to hug, to carry and manhandle around. He’s really, really little and fits perfectly in Hoseok’s arms. Better than anyone else, why wouldn’t his little one see it? “You can’t miss me after killing sope. Forsaking what we had together is forsaking me. Leave me alone—stop touching my hair!”

Hoseok shakes his head furiously. Mouth useless with jumbled words as he takes in Yoongi’s scent again, the soft-as-hell hair flowing in between his fingers in glittering petals of gold. Letting them grow had done them justice, and Hoseok lost himself in the art on top of Yoongi’s head before his words reached him. Oh.

“Baby—”

“Don’t baby me, asshole! Go back to being all mushy with Jimin or something and, and leave me alone—what the fuck Hoseok are you smelling my hair? Stop it!”

“It’s pretty! And it smells good! Just like you!” He receives a palm splattered on his face for his efforts. But whatever, Yoongi’s fingers are art, too. And it won’t stop him, anyway. “Sope May be on a break but we, sweetheart, we’re eternal.” He whispers softly. Captures the delicate wrist and brings Yoongi’s hand down, just as soft. Sincerity shining in his eyes, his words, every part of him touching Yoongi and all those that aren’t. He’s true. Hears his heart breaks in his chest at Yoongi’s words, at the—the things he’s implying.

Hoseok would never, ever give up on him—on them. Just thinking about it kind of made him want to cry.

The smaller man doesn’t look at him. Keeps his gaze on the side, eyes brimming with something and shadowed by rebellious strands of gold. “…hurry up and hold me tighter, meanie.”

Hoseok does. Holds him, tight, so tight. Kisses him, until he’s breathless and letting out those little noises cute enough to die for. Kisses him until he’s a puddle of lovely goo entangled with Hoseok’s limbs on the wooden floor, cheeks pinks, eyes satisfied.

“Seok-Seok…is that a boner I can feel on my thigh?”

“Listen…your hair; it’s—”

“Oh my God.”

When they go stargazing, Yoongi loses himself in space. To space, heart and mind. There’s something to be said, Namjoon assures, about the lovely widening of his eyes that doesn’t quite disappear until he slowly starts to fall asleep. Excited, attention undiffused safe for those dreamy minutes he lets Namjoon kisses him silly. Frame cuddled under Namjoon’s bigger one, head delicately thrown backward as plush lips push upon his. Just as delicate, soft, loving.

He’s all Namjoon’s in those moments, and then, he goes back to space.

Peacefully, no worries troubling his soft gestures; because there’s no one else but Namjoon around. Nobody, no cameras, just Yoongi and Namjoon and the dust of social anxiety nothing but a bitter memory. The changes are subtle, but they’re here, and Namjoon’s fine with his little hyung losing himself to space if it means his inner distress would disappear.

And meanwhile, he can—

He can feel. Yoongi’s warmth, spreading all over his body, everywhere but to its owner—his lovely hyung with flushed cheeks puffed in protest of the cold, always always cold. He’s warm, still, a large blanket wrapped around him and shared with Namjoon. He’s warm, but still shivering, and Namjoon holds him tighter. Receives a soft hum for his efforts and lets his pleased great spread wide over his expression.

Yoongi’s over there in space, and Namjoon can feel, and Namjoon can observe. Can observe the little movements of Yoongi’s socked feet under the blanket, the quick flutter of his lashes and—and his hair. God, his hair. Brighter than the stars up there under their observation. Prettier too, a lovely piece artfully decorating Yoongi’s pretty little head. His long hair, Namjoon didn’t have any words.

He felt kind of stupid for being so dazed because of…because of some hair, of all things. It was silly but—he was talking about Yoongi, here. Everything about Yoongi was fascinating. His little hyung would be sleeping for ten hours straight and if Namjoon had the opportunity, he’d damn observe him during those ten hours. So—so, yeah, not just hair, Yoongi’s hair. Falling to his shoulders and still growing, full and soft and flying to the wind when Yoongi let it free. Hiding his gaze, sometimes, just barely, but enticing enough for Namjoon to feel all hot and bothered.

Yoongi’s long hair had a strange effect on Namjoon, all things considered.

“Joonie…” Namjoon snaps from his reverie with his hand down Yoongi’s shirt and the other caressing strands of gold. He reddens while the other shots him a confused look. “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t seem to reject Namjoon’s touch, and so he keeps going, settles right on the warm satin of Yoongi’s hip and lets out a sharp breath. “I was—” he traces little shapes on Yoongi’s skin, grins as the man, ticklish as he is, giggles and squirms against him. “just thinking about you and then, well…”

“Aren’t you always?”

There’s humor, right there, in Yoongi’s low voice. Light, chirpy, joking. A refute quickly served with no meaning behind it. Yoongi doesn’t know he just spoke the truth, will never truly understand he occupies Namjoon’s mind in all times. In wonderings, in songs; in the images of his little man dressed in new clothes too big on him, and a peculiar look making its appearance with only longer bangs in town. There’s no need for more, this right there is enough to leave Namjoon dazed for days with dopey grins and wandering hands.

“I am,” Yoongi makes a disagreeing sound in the back of his throat, squeaks when Namjoon grips his waist tighter and turns him around to flush their body together. The blankets don’t fall, envelop them still, unbothered in the face of Namjoon’s gentle movement. He makes sure to be, always, because Yoongi doesn’t deserve anything less than soft and gentle. His little one melts against his chest, and Namjoon melts too, and they really must be the mushiest boyfriends out there. “but this time, it’s your hair.”

“You been thinking about this mess?”

“No,” Namjoon chuckles, takes in a breath and shudders in idle pleasure as the fruity waves of Yoongi’s shampoo hit him. Really, this long hair is the best. “I’ve been thinking about putting those stars you love so much in it.”

“Oh no shut up you nerd.” But he’s smiling. He’s smiling and he’s prettier than the stars up there, much more worthy of being admired always,

and Namjoon tells him so in multiple kisses painted everywhere on his skin. Yoongi’s long air glow around his shoulders like the purest halo in between angels.

Jimin pads into the patio and finds Yoongi already here. At something, precisely, around five am where the sun barely peaks from his slumber and birds just start their daily chants, Jimin wanders into the patio and Yoongi’s already here. Crouched in front of a large row of plants, watering them delicately, low voice speaking out words Jimin can’t hear—but that he can guess. Soft words, like those given to dear children. Soft words and milky voice, affectionate, clear in a candy grin and a marshmallow-like gaze. Five in the morning and dozens of minutes already gone, Jimin’s on the ball of his feet after wandering into the patio, admiring the one he shouts to whoever is close enough he’ll marry one day.

His darling hyung of delicate attention to every living being, attentive and sensitive behind a spaced-out look and sleepy countenance. Caring, so caring, be it with the plants he’s been tending to for God knows how long—and every other being blessed to have met him. Him and the absolutely endearing way he holds himself as he pays attention to his lovely plants—his own clothes discarded in favor of another man’s.

Jimin’s, to be exact.

A simple, large checkered dark blue, red and white shirt that goes past Jimin’s hands but swamps in the most lovely way Yoongi’s slight frame. It’s that. He’s only wearing that. It’s Yoongi on the ground with lovely plants, dainty strands of hair caressing the naked skin of his shoulders and—a shirt and a shirt only hanging on his frame, cascading high high to the alluring cleft of his ass. Heavens, Jimin wants to go down on his knees and worship this bewitching man right here and there. Revere his angel with heavy kisses pressed hot on his ass and hungry hands losing themselves in hair.

His goddamn hair.

Jimin thinks it’s his way too loud and way too aroused groan that startles his hyung into turning around. Wide-eyed, still a bit hazy with slushy feelings and clutching his watering can close to his heart—careful, even there, to not drop it and harm any of his plants. An angel, Jimin repeats in the secret of his mind at the same time as he offers to this same angel a wobbly grin. Perhaps because of the early hour. Most probably because of the bubbling arousal an almost-peeking pert ass and messily arranged hair provoked in him.

To Jimin’s defense, Yoongi’s ass was the best in the whole world and long hair suited him so well it was a sin.

“Whatcha doin’ there?” Yoongi’s voice, mumbling and so quiet usually is even quieter, at five in the morning. Still low, still soft, but less clear; slurred in the cutest way. Jimin basks in it for each second it takes for him to be by Yoongi’s side. For him to crouch down, too, and tug Yoongi flush to his chest.

Sees the plant from Yoongi’s point of view. But most importantly, the way he feels, barely clothed and a bit cold from the fluctuating temperature of the morning. Jimin squeezes him in a tight embrace, fingers clasping on a narrow waist and thumping chest running like a madman flush to Yoongi’s back. Goes boom boom and, and when he lets one hand wander to this one place where Yoongi’s heart’s beats…he hears it again, boom boom. “The bed was too cold without you. And your hair.”

Yoongi laughs. A breathy, sweet thing that never fails to make his shoulders quack darling and his face to lighten in a beat. His eyes are all sleepy and alight with diamonds when he turns slightly in Jimin’s right embrace. “Why’re you bringing my hair into this?”

He sounds way too good for someone up and mumbling to his plants at five in the morning. Jimin lets his heart sing wonders about him anyway while he guides Yoongi’s hand for them to tend to the plants, together. The older man lets out an approving sound, and Jimin doesn’t bother slamming down the happiness of having done something right that rises at the surface. It’s—Its okay to feel like that. Yoongi made sure for him to know, and he’s gonna honor that. Fake it until he makes it, because he knows Yoongi’s right on this. “That’s…that’s cuz it’s perfect. Just like you.”

Yoongi squirms, in what Jimin knows is bashfulness and terribly masked embarrassment. Ducks down under long, golden bangs colored up there with touches of dark. Jimin’s still confused about who he has to thank for the delight that is Min Yoongi with long hair. The noonas that took care of their hair? Time? Yoongi’s own desire to let them grow because he couldn’t care less?

He’s not sure. Pushes it in the back of his mind in favor of nuzzling the back of Yoongi’s neck and stays here, and basks here.

(Hand still subtly playing with Yoongi’s hair.)

(Yoongi tries not to judge him too hard. But he still does in the end.)

Yeontan is, Taehyung realizes, like their very own child. Yoongi’s and Taehyung’s. Oh, the little fluff ball does visit the others members sometimes, attached to them all as he is. Straying more on Taehyung’s side—it’s a given, but running just as often to Yoongi? It came out like a surprise, at the beginning. Then, in the few seconds it takes for a realization to sink in, the surprise was no more. Taehyung should have expected this.

His little hyung’s soft for a lot of things. Soft for people and plants and distressing situations few people dare to address. Soft in personality and doughy like cookie dough if someone asks him something, anything. But above all that—in that not-so-little crook nestled in his chest, he’s the biggest softie for animals of all kinds. Dogs to be more precise. Gets sparkles in his eyes and promptly melt on the spot—whole body brightening and a pure, unadulterated happiness taking him whole.

Taehyung—Taehyung did get jealous in the beginning. It was silly and absolutely unnecessary to be jealous of dogs of all things, but, here, he was. Had been. Until a first kiss was pressed to his lips and Yoongi looked up at him with a whole new brand of adoration in his eyes. For Taehyung and Taehyung only.

Amidst sweating palms and frantically beating heart, Taehyung had realized this had been heaven right there knocking at his door. He never ever let go of Yoongi, then. Be it by simply being by his side, having his thoughts swarmed with Yoongi or spending holidays in his home back in Daegu, admiring the pretty sight of a cheery Yoongi playing with Yeontan. It was—it was a sight for sure, Taehyung thinks, chuckles quietly to himself. Because Yeontan’s a ball of energy and although a sleepy haze wraps itself all around his love, Yoongi makes sure to return this energy and eagerness to play twice as hard.

Taehyung wonders if it’s possible for his heart to grow fonder.

“Hot cakes,” Taehyung says, sing-songs, really, chirpy countenance rolling around his body that has Yoongi giving him a suspicious side-eye.

Even then, he’s so damn cute it hurts.

“What’re you smiling about?” Taehyung not so subtly basks in both the attention of Yoongi and Yeontan as he struts toward them; bubbling with his two most precious people’s eyes on him as he settles tight behind his little hyung. Brings him close by gripping his hips, until he’s sat between Taehyung’s legs and long blond curls spread a delectable smell for Taehyung to fill his chest with.

He spends more time than he’d like to admit smelling Yoongi’s hair. That earns him another long suspicious look from the aforementioned. Taehyung grins, sheepish, chuckles then when his little tan-ie yips at him. “The two of you are cute,”

“Tan-ie is. I’m not.” Yoongi swats at his chest with the hand that’s not holding, preciously, the little bundle of fluff to him. There’s a pout on his pinky-cotton-candy lips and waves in his hair as he tugs his head down slightly. This hair. Taehyung thinks he’s going to start his prayers for Yoongi to keep them this long for a while. Months if he’s lucky. It’s just so—elegant? Princely? So damn attractive, Taehyung’s not ashamed of having spent the precious nights falling asleep with his fingers carded in golden locks, admiring them fall between Yoongi’s shoulder blades and kissing the course they pursued.

Does it on this Sunday afternoon too. Light kisses on his cheeks, harder on his neck, delicate on his shoulders, between strands of hair, strands of delight and source of fascination. “Allow me to disagree on this with you…is that okay, hyung?” he says, whispers secret-soft in Yoongi’s ear, peering down at him as he searches for a running gaze; obscured so darling by flowing bangs.

Yoongi nods his approbation, soft as always, affection brewing in his eyes for him—and then for the puppy in his hands demanding their attention in quick succession of adorable yips. He’s Taehyung this way, never ashamed of asking for the things he wants—never ashamed altogether, at least that’s what Yoongi told him one dreamy night of just laying in bed and giving in secret confessions. There had been a terribly fond look in his eyes, a greatly loving smile on his lips. Wide and pink and gummy, Taehyung had kissed him until they were delirious, until the end of the night and beyond.

Taehyung demanded, all natural and polite for what he desired. And Yoongi gave freely, finding his own happiness in there, a cup or ten more shy into speaking out his needs. But, but that was fine. That’s what Taehyung was here for, that’s how eternal couples worked, didn’t they? Completing each other seamlessly. Partners in crime in traveling together and versed in affection for the other.

No secrets. So—

“Love?” Yoongi looks up at him, tilting his head in question. Taehyung swallows. Better just—“your new hair is a total turn on.”

“…seriously?”

“I can’t help it!”

His Yoongi-hyung likes watching him work out. Doesn’t say it outright—would he ever…?—but one would have to be utterly oblivious to not see it. And being oblivious is more of Yoongi’s forte, not Jungkook’s. It’s one time and then two and then a dozens and Jungkook stops counting the number of time he sees a waddling little man plops somewhere in the room every time he decides to put on some more muscles. It’s stolen glances toward said little person and eyes meeting, and Yoongi flushing because—because he’s been staring, staring with glittering eyes and mouth slightly open.

It’s at this point he runs away with a bullshit excuse, but he always, always come back the next time.

Jungkook awaits him eagerly.

Secret smiles, attention undivided, he awaits and welcomes, until they have this sort of silent routine that slowly fills up with soft words. Then teasing ones, flirting—which the other members never fails to roll their eyes at because Jungkook and Yoongi are already a couple. Jungkook knows it’s just jealousy speaking.

Jungkook also knows that today, Yoongi’s recording this simple business. He still asks, anyway. “Hyung, are you filming this?”

Here’s the distinct sound of Yoongi’s tongue clicking away. The fast, dismissive sound clear representation of something Yoongi’s not ready to admit. “I’m not, what are you talking about?” See? Yoongi acts the most disinterested when he actually is the most interested. All wide eyes and biting lips, hands steady on his phone or his camera. Jungkook knows him by heart like he was the one to make him.

Which. Would be quite creepy, all things considered.

He huffs out a chuckle, mind completely gone from the series of pushes up he hadn’t paused while talking to his lover. Because Yoongi, wordless Yoongi who barely lets out a noise save for the little facts and interesting stories he treats Jungkook with, takes all of his attention and stays ignorant to the matter.

It’s fine, more than fine—it’s Yoongi and being blissfully ignorant to the effect he has on men is…it’s absolutely endearing. Jungkook finds himself, sometimes, gently cupping his cheeks in between his hands and staring at him. Intensely, as other people mentioned, like concentrated rays of sunshine or an all-encompassing storm. Staring, fascinated, in adoration. He’d find back Yoongi’s considering gaze, touches of confusion, melting in a love going two ways and a wide gummy smile brimming with gentle happiness.

That’s just Yoongi. Yellow Yoongi like bottled happiness sprinkled here and there like the passage of a butterfly. Gentle. Gentle like the movement of his eyelashes when Jungkook plays with his hair—Lord, his long, enthralling hair he lets Jungkook styles however he wants and to his heart content. He’d grumble and roll his eyes but, in the end, as always, he’d trust himself completely in Jungkook’s arms.

A heady sensation, this one was. Trust. Makes Jungkook delirious with what could be done. Makes him bite his lips and his eyes snap open the moment one droplet of sweat finishes his course on his cheek and hit the ground. Here—“But, Rapunzel, can you even see under your curtain of gold?”

Predictably, Yoongi lets out an indignant noise and bats at his back with a weak fist. A pout probably forming on his lips. Jungkook, Jungkook’s addicted to Yoongi’s moodiness like bees are to honey. And so—one last barely felt effort to end this daily routine, he surges up on his back and catches bony hips between his fingers as Yoongi falls on his lap. Blinking in surprise, pout filtering away and leaving the place to a little mouth slightly open. Surprise too? Happiness? Surely the last one, Jungkook thinks, grinning as pecks of pink color Yoongi’s cheek. Happiness. Even as Yoongi’s words don’t let any of said happiness pass by. “Yah. Do you want to fight me or something?”

“I’d love to,” Jungkook snaps back, grin never leaving his lips and slight exertion contorting his tone with breathlessness.

There’s a certain light in Yoongi’s eyes as he surely takes note of it. A certain light, familiar to Jungkook like he has knows this man his whole life, when pale fingers grip toned arms in barely disguised interest. Yoongi’s never been ashamed to admit, even in front of a public, his love for—for this, for the results of years of working out and lifting weights. Present in Jungkook’s whole body that he never hesitates to flaunt. It’s not arrogance, it’s simple happiness, pride, and he knows Yoongi loves it. So, why hide anymore?

He carefully lets his fingers skim the supple skin under Yoongi’s shirt. Bucks his hips, once, and watches Yoongi bounce, watch his eyes widen prettily and waves of gold cascade around him. God, his hyung was gorgeous—“but, but you know what kind of fighting I wanna do? Less clothes and your hair tight in my grip while I fuck you, please hyung let me—”

Yoongi more than lets him. Keeps him on his toes with each of his searing kiss, the red traces left on his back as Jungkook manhandle him in bed. Spread pretty and perfect for him, golden halo around his head for Jungkook to worship.

Yoongi more than lets him. They worship together, each other, always

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