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keelywolfe · 4 years

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FIC: Pet the Kitty ch.2 (spicyhoney standalone)

Summary: Edge does not resent that his cat is utterly shameless when it comes to Stretch. (He just wishes he could do the same)

Notes: This was supposed to be a oneshot but achirding had a thought and it became chapter 2! Based entirely on their idea, please enjoy!

Tags: Spicyhoney, Lemon Goodness, Rough Sex, Yearning, Jealous of a Damn Cat

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Edge lay back on the sheets, panting, legs clumsily sprawled apart and one arm dangling off the side of the bed. His long fingers grazed against the carpeted floor, the sharpened tips catching as he tried to convince his wits to gather themselves back together in a coherent fashion. Slumped next to him, Stretch was much the same or at least Edge could pretend that his gaspy breathing was not only from exertion. If they were both equally overwhelmed, then there was no winner, was there, no matter what Stretch’s sly grin said.

The radio was on and playing cheerful pop music, a feeble concession to his neighbors, and Edge had long since moved the bed against an unshared wall where the thump of the headboard wouldn’t earn any irritated shouts or worse, glares in the hallway on the way down to get his mail.

Edge shifted again, grimacing as the linen beneath him clung clammily to his bones. They would need washing again, he noted absently, the sheets. Damp with sweat and other various fluids, heavy with the cloying scent of magic tangled in sex, spicy-sweet. Black sheets, the color not chosen for its aesthetic but for its tendencies to hide stains and purchased more recently than Edge wanted to admit. Before Stretch, his sheets had been simple and utilitarian, simple white cotton washed once a week with hot water and strong detergent. It took less than one night with Stretch to convince him that those would no longer suit. Once Edge found himself inviting Stretch over to put the bed to regular use, he’d gone for something a little more pleasing. It was well worth the price of a higher thread count when they slid against his bones as he was dragged across them, knees and elbows digging in as he scrabbled to brace himself or the achingly sensitive rub of his sacrum grinding into the softer linens. Sheets that hid a multitude of stains and were gentle against bones? More than worth the price.

Sex with Stretch was not what he’d expected when they first started this. For one, for such a lazy shit, he had more stamina that Edge would ever have expected and that blasted, obnoxious attitude of his was much less annoying when coupled with a sly grin and a tongue that was clever with far more than silly puns.

Sex with Stretch. Words that Edge would never have imagined putting together in a sentence that included himself, but if he’d ever managed to put aside his disbelief long enough to consider it, he would have pictured himself as the one in charge. Taking control, guiding their sexual calisthenics to the foregone conclusion. But from their very first time Stretch trod right over the very idea to pin Edge down, his slim fingers bracketing Edge’s wrists like cuffs of bone and keeping them there until he’d crudely teased out a first orgasm with nothing more than the subtle, rhythmic pressure of his knee.

Thus far, he’d dominated every one of their encounters and even less believable to him was that Edge found he liked it. Fuck that, he could at least be honest with himself in the privacy of his own mind; he loved it. Loved being able to lie back and hand over the steering wheel to someone else, his usual iron need to command shoved firmly into the backseat while he could only shudder with bliss, writhe against his expensive sheets and take what was forcibly given to him in hitherto unknown delight.

If there was any minor complaint, it was only the increase in his laundry and…ah. Well. There was one other issue.

Edge felt the faint brush of soft fur briefly against his dangling hand and then Doomfanger leapt on the bed, her loud baby cry demanding attention as she butted her head rudely against Stretch’s bare hip.

“hey, there, pretty miss.” Stretch automatically reached down to pet her, scratching the delicate points of her ears as she began to purr loudly enough that Edge could feel the vibration through the mattress. Edge bit back the entirely unreasonable demand for that easy affection to return to him. The faint ache at his pubis, the disjointed feel of his hips and knees was a fair sign he’d just gotten plenty of attention, not to mention his very recent memory of Stretch’s tongue curling wetly against his cunt. Driving into him as Edge tipped his head back and stared unseeing at the ceiling until he could no longer bear it. Closing his sockets achingly tight, his hands scrabbling desperately over Stretch’s skull and leaving behind faint scratches as he arched up and came.

He’d had all of that not even a half hour ago and he refused to be jealous of his damned cat, even when Stretch cooed to her about being a pretty girl while he struggled to his feet. His knees seemed to still be unsteady and Edge bit the tip of his tongue against asking Stretch to stay at least long enough for his joints to settle.

Pathetic to quibble about the aftermath. He’d gotten what he wanted, Stretch gave as good as he got and took what he wanted from these…sessions. Whatever else he wanted was as nebulous as the night sky Stretch liked to watch with the others, their telescopes set up in the backyard as they went over star charts and internet pages, and Edge sometimes brought them hot chocolate and snacks, listened to Stretch’s teasing laughter and silly puns, and it made some emotion clench in Edge’s chest that felt almost the same as seeing Stretch being so gentle and sweet to his cat.

Doomfanger made a sound of displeasure as Stretch stopped petting her to skin into his pants, the waistband already drooping enticingly down his pelvis as he hauled his hoodie over his head and hid the exposed bone. Something rattled in his hoodie pocket and Stretch reached into it with one hand, gripping beneath the cloth. He coughed faintly and looked ill at ease as he said, “oh, uh, by the way, i brought you something.”

That made Edge blink in surprise. Presents certainly weren’t a regular occurrence, past the one time Stretch brought a sackful of Chinese takeout with him, both of them slurping delicious noodles and fried rice right from the waxy white containers, and when Stretch finally pushed him down on the sofa, his kiss tasted of orange chicken and soy sauce, rich and ridiculously delicious.

This was no cheap offering. The box Stretch pulled out of his pocket was long and narrow, bearing the mark of a local jeweler. He held it out wordlessly and Edge tugged the sheet carelessly over his lap before he took it, his fingers trembling faintly as he lifted the lid to see the contents.

A collar.

All the heady anticipation rising in him deflated, draining out of him like water through a sieve. It was a lovely collar to be sure, obviously handcrafted and the leather precisely stamped with a delicate skull motif surrounded by ornate curlicues and shapes. Dangling from it was a gold tag etched in flowing script, a single word, his own name, ‘Papyrus.’

Lovely, yes, but it was difficult to stifle his rising disappointment. Of all the gifts in all the world that Stretch could give him, it was something for his cat.

Ridiculous, he told himself savagely. It was a gift and certainly a pricy one, and he was not about to let Stretch see any ingratitude for it.

“It’s lovely,” he admitted, and he could only helplessly admire the way Stretch lit up, his odd uncertainly brightening into dazzling glee.

“yeah? i was hoping you’d like it, i…i wasn’t sure,” he laughed a little unsteadily, “i spent a lot of time thinking about it, you know?”

“Of course I like it,” Edge assured him. He hefted it in one hand, admiring the dark leather against the paleness of his bones. It was certainly excellent craftsmanship and if its intended audience wasn’t likely to fully appreciate that, then Edge could certainly do it in her place.

“good, that’s good, ‘cause i was thinking—” Stretch trailed off as Edge pulled Doomfanger over, ignoring her plaintive meows as he slipped off her old collar, a basic affair from the local pet store, and carefully fastened on the new one. He noted grudgingly that the dark brown leather looked even better against her wheaten fur. She twisted in his hold, tail lashing as she tried to see what he was to do to her, and Edge soothed a hand down her spine as he adjusted her new adornment.

He frowned, tugging at the collar. It slid far too loosely, he could easily fit three fingers or more beneath it and the buckle was on the very last hole. “Hm, it’s a little big.” He glanced at Stretch and his face was falling into dismay, his previous delight fading. Edge added hastily, “Of course, it shouldn’t be a problem to add another hole.” Or three, honestly, the creator should have asked for a better measure before he made it. It was a shame to see any shoddiness in such lovely work.

A hectic flush was rising in Stretch’s face, a bright mottled orange against his cheekbones and Edge cursed himself for bringing it up. He could have had it adjusted without saying anything and instead he’d made Stretch self-conscious about his gift. “I love it,” Edge said, trying for reassurance.

From the way Stretch flinched, his attempt was miserable failure. “…great. yeah. that…that’s great.” Stretch ducked his head and ran a hand over his skull, slim fingers clattering softly over the bone. “i’m glad. um. i guess i better get going.”

It was peculiar to see him so discomfited and uncertain, especially here in his bedroom. Stretch fairly oozed confidence whenever they were together, and Edge let that dominance wash over him every time with the force of an ocean wave, trusting enough to give himself over to Stretch’s control.

Trust, yes, he trusted Stretch in a way Edge never had another, and a renewed sense of guilt filled him for making Stretch think he didn’t like his gift when honestly Edge never expected any to begin with. Edge wasn’t particularly skilled in seduction in any sense of the word, but this time he made an attempt. He gently pushed Doomfanger aside despite her offended yowl of protest to lounge back on the messy sheets, stroking a hand down his femur in generous offering as he tried out a purr of his own, “Are you sure?”

Pale eye lights flicked over his bare bones lingeringly, tracing his femurs, his pelvis, the scarred bones of his ribs, only to falter at the level of his chin. Stretch only stepped further away, towards the door as he stammered out, “y-yeah. see you later.” And with that, he turned abruptly on his heel and walked out, closing the door quietly behind him.

Edge sighed and flopped back again without any pretense of eroticism, dragging the comforter over his suddenly chilled bones. Fanger took that as an invitation of sorts, picking her way delicate across the sheets to settle into Edge’s covered lap. He stroked her soft fur and tried to push aside his unreasonable upset. It certainly wasn’t her fault Stretch gave her a present. It was still difficult to even believe. A present for his damned cat, even if it was a lovely one. Edge rubbed his knuckles against Fanger’s throat where the purring vibration met the collar, fingered soft fur and leather. When he touched the delicate tag, it tinkled against the bare bone with a bell-like chime. Absently, he traced his name with a fingertip, the delicate, curling script flowing across glimmering metal. His name.

His…name…

A flashbulb went off inside his head with a near blinding pop and Edge was scrambling to his feet before he even fully understood, snatching clothes haphazardly from the floor and hopping on one foot as he struggled to pull up his trousers, already calling a frantic, “Wait!”

The pavement was cold against his bare feet as he dashed outside and Edge paid it no mind, jogging out to the sidewalk to look down the street. The sidewalk was empty, hardly a surprise, Stretch wasn’t about to walk home when a quick shortcut would do. He stood there uselessly in rumpled trousers, his unbuttoned shirt hanging open and his hands dangling emptily at his sides as he groaned aloud, a frustrated, wordless growl. He was an idiot, an absolute fool, and—

“looking for something?”

Edge whirled around with a gasp, his soul pounding. Stretch was leaning against the side of the building, a cigarette in hand, and the sight of him, slouched down in that ridiculous hoodie of his and a curious, lopsided smile curving his mouth did unreasonable things to Edge’s soul.

“More like someone,” Edge said. He took a step closer and hesitated, assaulted with vague uncertainty as he asked, “That…that wasn’t for my cat, was it.”

That smile widened teasingly, “dunno, it did look pretty good on her.”

Edge swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “Stretch—”

He shrugged and took a drag off his cigarette, exhaling a perfect smoke ring that drifted towards Edge, hovering briefly over his head in a nicotine-tainted halo. “guess it’s for whoever you think should wear it.”

An offer and a compromise in one, giving him the choice. As if there was one. Edge licked his teeth, their sharp points prickling lightly against his tongue, watched Stretch watching him, that slow, sinuous movement crackling in his darkening eye lights.

“Come put it on me?” Edge asked hoarsely.

“i can do that, kitten,” Stretch said, only his voice was the one purring, titillatingly rough, shivering its way down Edge’s spine. He tossed his cigarette aside and stepped forward, his touch cool against Edge’s suddenly overheated face as Stretch cupped it in both gentle hands and kissed him.

-fin

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus

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mha-fanfic-writer · 4 years

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Voice of an angel

Bakugou x (fem)reader

WARNING: CONTAINS ABUSE, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, SMUT, SAD SHIT

AND POSSIBLY SOME SENTENCES THAT DONT MAKE SENSE ,SORRY,FIX THEM IN YOUR MIND.

word count: 9,049 or 9k

Bakugou, Midoriya, and you were best friends since you guys were pretty much babies. Mostly you and Bakugou. Back then you always had such a beautiful sparkle in your eyes. At least you did. By the time middle school came around you, Bakugou, and Midoriya didn’t go to the same school. You left them without warning. At that time your parents had died and you had to move with your aunt and uncle who lived in America. With them, you suffered a lot of physical abuse, mental abuse, and emotional abuse. You had become what people wanted to be when you were in your school. Because of your parent’s death, leaving your best friends behind, the abuse, and the bullying at school that once beautiful sparkle had completely faded. You were empty and hid your emotions unless you were alone. About 3 and a half years later your aunt said that you guys were going back to Japan so you could enroll in UA. You Didn’t know Bakugou and Midoriya were there because you never were allowed to see the news so you didn’t see anything that happened to the school. When you heard your aunt say moving back to japan you were happy for the first time in years. You gave her a hug which she returned with a small not caring pat on your head. When you moved back and got a house you asked when you were gonna go to U.A. She told you you needed to take an exam first and then you would see if you got in or not. She also told you not to unpack your things in case you did get in because they had dorms. After taking the exam a couple of days later you got a letter saying that you had passed. You were excited, they had sent you the uniform and said you were in the hero course in class 1-A. This brought a small smile to your face. You started the next day so you set an alarm to wake you up at 6:00 am.

The next morning when it when off you got up took a shower brushed your teeth and put on the uniform. Your aunt and uncle were passed out on the couches with bottles of beer on the coffee table. You looked at them and shook your head. Then you just walked out of the house. On your way, you planned that after school you would try to find your two friends. When you were at the school gate all you could do was stare. Before you could take a step in someone called out to you. “Hey, you’re the new student right. the one with the vocal quirk.” He asked. You turned around to face him, It was the pro hero eraser head. “Yes I am,” you said in a monotone voice. “Alright, I’m your teacher fallow me your already late,” he said starting to walk again. “So are you,” you said walking beside him. “ hm I like you kid,” he said with a small smirk on his face. When you two were in front of the door he told you to wait outside until he called you in. You nodded. “Ok class, today we have a new student today I expect you to treat her equally.Understood.” He said looking at the class then looking at Bakugou. He scoffed. “Alright come in,” he said calling you in. You stepped inside with your head down. You were holding your school bag in front of your skirt with both hands, your long snow-white that had some black strands in it bangs covering your eyes. Bakugou didn’t need to see your eyes, he knew it was you. He stood up from his desk. You then looked up at the ash blond and your eyes widened when you saw him. You stopped dead in your tracks. “K-Katsu” you mumbled his nickname you gave him when you were kids. You dropped your bag letting it hit the floor with a thud. He nodded. You could feel the tears rolling down your cheeks. You ran up to him and buried your face in his shirt holding on to it as if your life depended on it. He was holding you in his arms. When you let go and looked up at him he had tears in his eyes. “I’m not the only one here dumbass,” He said pointing at Midoriya with his thumb. You looked over behind him. Your eyes widened again when you saw your other friends crying looking at you. You let go of Bakugou and walked to Midoriya and gave him a big hug the same you gave Bakugou. You could hear him crying as he wrapped his arms around you. When you let go Aizawa spoke up. “You guys know each other?” he asked. You nodded and said “We were childhood friends before I moved to America.” you said wiping the tears off your face. “ AMERICA” Katsuki and Midoriya yelled at the same time. “Oh yeah, that day I left my aunt just sorta threw me in the care and we just left so I didn’t get to tell you guys sorry about that.” You said rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. “Oh Wait I know you, your that girl Bakugou was telling us about awhile ago,” he said in an excited tone. You looked at the spiky red-haired boy who looked like he had shark teeth. “Oh yeah, and he showed us a picture of you when you were in grade school.” Another student with yellow-blond hair spoke up. Bakugou glared at them. Then two other students spoke up

“Oh yeah, I remember that.” A girl that was completely pink said. “Wow Bakugou you were right she is beautiful Bakubro.” A guy with black hair said. You blushed at that last one. “ Oh shut it soy sauce face you two pinky same for you dunce face and shitty hair.” You laughed at the nicknames he had called them. The red-haired boy stood up and walked to you. He examined you. Then he looked you in the eyes. “Hmm, I’m Kirishima that’s kaminari, mina, and sero.” He said giving you a toothy grin. You smiled. “Alright, class I’m gonna take a nap, get to know her I don’t care,” Aizawa said zipping himself into a yellow sleeping bag. “Hey(Y/N) I wanna introduce you to some people,” Izuku said pulling your arm. You nodded. You ended up in front of a boy who had half of his hair red and the other half white. He looked up at you and introduced himself and then a girl with short brown hair came up with a blue-haired boy behind her. They introduced themselves and you started talking to them. After talking to them for a little while it was time for lunch. You said goodbye to them and walked to Bakugou and asked if you could eat lunch with him and his friends. When you sat down with the same food that Katsuki had his friends were shocked. “Ok I’m gonna point it out now, That stuff is spicy are you really gonna eat that,” mina said staring at you and Katsuki. You nodded. “Wait, remember the spice challenge that we did in grade school,” Katsuki asked. “OHH yeah I remember,” you said exited “You wanna do it,” he asked with a grin on his face. “Hell yeah,” you said with the same grin on your face. Bakugou called Izuku over to tell him what was gonna happen. Izuku was happy because he hadn’t seen this challenge since grade school. After eating just two bowls and some cheering for you others for Katsuki, you guys had managed to catch the attention of the whole cafeteria they were cheering for you two. You guys had eating more than 9 bowls. Bakugou was trying not to quit but he had forgotten how fast you ate, how much you could eat, and how much spice you could handle. He hated doing this but he gave up. As soon as he said that you swallowed the last bit of the 11th bowl you two were on. “Ohh thank god,” you said throwing the bowl on the stack you two had made. People were handing each other money and cheering. When you looked at the ones sitting in front of you they looked amazed. Then Kirishima handed kaminari and mina both 20 yen each. Bakugou was panting sticking out his tongue. Your face was stained with orange from the chilly. You gave him a big smile. He smiled back and threw his head back still panting. Mr.Aizawa was in the crowd the whole time recording you two. He put his phone away and tapped you on the shoulder. “Your stuff is in your dorm, Bakugou shows you where the dorms are and mina tell her which one is hers got it.” He said looking at the two. Bakugou just gave him a thumbs up and mina smiled and nodded her head. When you and Katsuki were walking to the dorms you guys were holding on to each other. After sitting for so long and eating spicy food it made you guys dizzy. In all honesty, it made you guys look drunk. When you guys got to the dorms mina walked you to your dorm room. “Thanks, mina,” you said opening the door.

After fixing the dorm the way you wanted you went to your closet to look for some clothes. You wanted a hoodie but a big one all the ones you had fit good. You ran out of your dorm and to Katsukis dorm. You knocked on the door. After hearing the knocking he opened the door. “What do you want shitty hai-oh it’s you what’s up. He asked changing his tone from anger to calmer. “Can I borrow a hoodie Katsu?” you asked him. He had to look down when he was talking to you he was 5’7 as where you were 5’0. Extremely short for A 15-year-old. “Sure shortie,” He said with a grin on his face and moving to let you in. “Thank yo- WAIT, IM NOT SHORT,” you said making your way into his room. “You haven’t grown at all since the 6th grade,” he said opening his closet and stepping back to let you see. “Yes I have, I’ve frown 2 inches thank you very much,” you said going threw the cloths. You saw a bright orange hoodie and took it off its hanger. “ Thanks,” you said as you walked out of his dorm. When you got back to your dorm you pulled out some shorts and set them with the hoodie on your bed. You got into the shower and felt the warm water hit your back. After the shower, you got out, dried your hair, and put the shorts and hoodie on. You had forgotten about the bracelet that you had on. You had made Katsuki and Izuku one in the 2nd grade. You figured you would ask them if they still had them. The whole day you were distracted and you never saw that they did still have them. Before they fit you guys to big that you had to wrap it around twice so it would fit you guys. You looked at yourself in the mirror. The hoodie was so big that it covered your shorts. Your hair was dry and a little puffy from the blow dryer. “Nice,” you said looking at yourself.

After you left Katsukis room With his hoodie he couldn’t help but wonder was that beautiful sparkle in your gray eyes had gone. He made up his mind that the next time he saw you he would ask you. He left his room and went to the common room. He sat down on the couch scrolling thew social media. “Hey, kacchan” kaminari said walking towards the blond. “The hell do you want dunce face,” he asked annoyance in his voice. “Calm down bakubro we just need to ask you something,” Kirishima said putting his hands up in defense. “What do you want,” Katsuki asked still some irritation in his voice. “Well, Jiro wants to know if you asked her what she wanted to do for the festival,” Kirishima asked. Katsuki’s eyes widened. “Oh shit, no I forgot to ask,” he said putting down his phone. The rest of the class came into the common room. “Well, you need to ask soon its almost time it’s only 3 days away,” Mina said sitting across the couch from Katsuki. “What festival are you talking about,” you asked walking towards them. “Oh, We were just talking about the school festival that the class decided to play a concert for.” Mina chirped. Your eyes lit up “She’s gonna want to sing, she’s probably better than purple hair.” Katsuki was looking at his phone again just because he was trying to hide the blush that was on his face when he saw how his hoodie fit you and that expression made it better. You just giggled. “Yeah maybe,” you said with a shit-eating grin on your face. Katsuki had the same one on his face. “She gets cocky when it comes to singing or playing the guitar,” Katsuki said putting his phone down. “I have an idea, why don’t you and Jiro Have a singing battle” mina said jumping up from the couch. This caught the girl’s attention. “O-oh I don’t thin-” “Sure,” you said cutting Jiro off. You glared at the girl. Katsuki smirked “What I tell you,” he said walking up behind you. “Oh this is gonna be so good” Midoriya added. People were siding with Jiro and you. People were siding with you because Katsuki never complimented someone like that not really that that was a compliment. Mina brought the mike. “Jiro goes first” She gave the mike to her and ran behind you were the rest fo the Baku squad was including midoriya. After Jiro finished her song mina gave you the mike. You, Katsuki, and Midoriya’s smile widened. You lifted the mike up to your lips and started to sing.

“Hush my loves now don’t you lie, Karmas gotta way of making things write. Hush my loves now don’t you lie. I might look sweet but I don’t play nice. I can hear ‘em talking in my sleep~, Got one eye open while I’m listenin’~. They think that they know me got me figured out but they don’t know anything that I’m about~, and when I get the chance I say so swee~tly. Hush my love now don’t you lie, karmas gotta way of making things right.”

The whole class was amazed at how good you were at this. The new you singing had to do something with your quirk but they didn’t know you were this good.

“If you think your words are nice, better close your mouth, shut your lips real tight.

Secrets aren’t safe-keep ‘em to your self to yourself and nobody else. So hush my loves now don’t you lie~I might look sweet but I don’t play nice. I can hear ‘em talking in my sleep. Hush. Even through all there whispering. Yeah, yeah~. They think that they know me got me figured out but they don’t know anything that I’m about~. I should warn them now to stay away.”

The way you sang was almost seductive and sweet in away. You stopped and smiled at them they were in disbelief Katsuki and midoriya were just smiling behind you. After talking you guys agreed that you and Jiro would both be lead singers. But that the very last song you guys were gonna play would be a solo for you. When you guys decided it was late so you decided to go to sleep.

The next day when you woke up, you were still in Katsukis hoodie you didn’t want to give it back yet so you took it off and took a shower. When you got back out you dried your hair and put on your uniform then immediately put the hoodie back on. You slipped on your shoes and walked out of the dorm. You could barely see the skirt under it but it was still noticeable. “Oh~ you’re still wearing his hoodie huh (Y/N)” Mina said giving you a smug look. “Y-Yes s-so what” you pouted crossing your arms over your chest. You felt someone grab the hood of it and put it over your head as it fell over your eyes you heard a familiar voice. “Keep it, it looks good on you,” he said bending to the side in front of you to look at your face. You lifted up the hood over your eyes, even the sleeves were way too big. When you saw Katsukis face up close you couldn’t help but blush. He stood straight up pulling the hood off and ruffling up your hair. You were so much shorter than him. “Can someone tell me, Howes, it like up there guys,” you said looking up at Mina, Katsuki, Kirishima, Kaminari, and sero They just laughed as they saw the way you were looking at them. You pulled on Katsuki’s sleeve. You then made grabby hands wanting him to lift you up. He knew what you wanted so that what he did. He bent down as you climbed on his back and on then his shoulders. He got back up slowly not wanting you to lose your grip and fall off. Your eyes lit up when you saw farther than you always did. When he tilted his head up to look at you he couldn’t help the blush that lightly dusted his cheeks. You looked down at him and gave him a big smile. He smiled back, it was a rare genuine smile. Mina was fangirling at how cute the site was. The bys just took pictures with dopey grins on there faces. As soon as they saw Katsuki was turning back they shoved their phones into there pockets. You were having a childish day today, in other words, you were acting like a baby. Bakugou was caring for you half the day but when you noticed that his neck was hearting you started riding on Izuku shoulders, just to give Katsuki a break. When it was lunch you wanted to sit with both boys, not just one so you dragged Todoroki Uraraka Iida and Izuku to the Baku squads table. They welcomed them to sit except Katsuki. He just sat there eating. You sat in the middle of Izuku and Katsuki. “Katsu are you feeling better,” you asked looking up at the ash blond. He nodded “Yay,” you said with the cutest and childish look on your face. He smiled at you. He then looked down at his pocket sticking his hand in there and pulling something out. “H-Here” he stuttered as he pulled out a big cookie wrapped in plastic. The look on your face when you were eating the cookie made Katsuki’s blush, He might as well have been challenging Kirishima’s hair. Of course, the Baku squad caught on including Izuku. Katsuki covered his face and turned away. Mr. Aizawa came into the cafeteria and tapped you on the shoulder causing you to jump a little. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, anyways your aunt and uncle need to talk to you.” He said holding up his phone that was still on a call. The cute look on your face had completely turned into complete horror. You set down the cookie and slowly took the phone. “H-Hello-” you were cut off by your aunts screaming at you you were holding the phone away from your ear. She was yelling at you and asking where you were. You could tell she was drunk. The table that you were sitting at was all shocked including Aizawa. You put the phone to your ear. “A-aunt your d-drunk again” you mumbled. But the table and Aizawa heard you. Your mom was yelling at you again saying she wasn’t and that she was gonna get in the cage when you got home. You had been holding the phone out to avoid your ears getting hurt but the table still heard it. You snapped. “Shut up your drunk you bitch just leave me alone” you yelled into the phone. This caught the attention of people in the cafeteria. Your mom said that your uncle was gonna punish you and he was coming to pick you up. “W-wait no no no I’m sorry please no-no.” You were crying now. Then your uncle’s voice came into the call. “ U-Uncle I-I’m sorry I won’t yell again I promise, please don’t come to the school.” Your dad was drunk too. He yelled at you saying he wasn’t going to but not tell your aunt to shut up or call her a bitch. You Apologized repetitively. Then he just hung up. The whole table was looking at you worried and some around the table were too.You looked around pulled the hood over your head. And lied on Katsukis lap crying. He just rubbed small circles on your back. You were shaking. “What’s going on at home (Y/N)” Aizawa asked looking worried and a bit mad at the same time. You just shook your head. The rest of the class was surrounding your table, you put your legs on Izukus lap. He didn’t stop you he just put his hand on your leg and rubbed it gently. “Bakugou I want you to take of her for today ok, but I want her back tomorrow we have training then the festival.” Aizawa said looking at Katsuki putting his phone back in his pocket. “Yeah yeah whatever,” he said shrugging Aizawa off focusing on you.He tapped you and said. “Piggyback, alright?” you just nodded in response he got up and so did you he bent down and you climbed on him and raped your arms and legs around him. He stood up straight and started walking as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. He took you to his dorm. He set up a bath for you to relax in.When he undressed you and put you in he was trying to hide the blush on his face.When you were in you asked him not to go.You said you wanted him to come in with you. He knew it meant nothing like that so he agreed and undressed, you had moved so he could get in.As soon as he did you made your way and sat in-between his legs resting your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around your small body. After a while, he told you to wet your hair. You did as he said when you put your head back on his chest he got the shampoo bottle and put some in his hand and gently started scrubbing your head. He made sure it was gentle but he also made sure it was done right. He then did the same to head. He did everything for you for the rest of the day. He scrubbed your body for you he changed you. Brush your hair. Wich was the hardest because of how long it was.He put you in a black hoodie that his mom bought him that fit even him to big. He asked I you wanted pants, he asked because when you were little and over his house, if you wore something this big you didn’t wear them. That started around the age of 11.You shook your head no.When he was done himself he took you to the common room where he put in one of your favorite movies. Halfway through you fell asleep on his lap.When he was just combing his fingers through your hair until he fell asleep himself. The rest of the class rushed back to the dorms to check on you. When they entered the building they were all relieved and happy. When they saw you and Katsuki on the couch sleeping they all took at least a couple of pictures. Katsuki was the first one to wake up to a bunch of worried faces some watching a different movie some just talking about what happened. Kirishima was the first to notice he was awake. Kirishima gave him a worried and nervous smile. You woke up shortly after that. Katsuki and Kirishima were talking when Kirishima pointed at you. Katsuki looked at you. You blinked a couple of times so your eyes could adjust to the light. When you sat up the hoodie had fallen off your left shoulder. He instantly pulled it back up noticing that Mineta was looking at you. “Katsu what time is it,” you asked rubbing your eyes. “4 pm,” he said looking at his phone. “Hey she’s awake girls,” mina said calling all the girls over. “You wanna play truth or dare with us and the boys,” she asked you excitement written all over her face. Your eyes lit up at the sound of truth or dare. “Yeah, yeah let’s do it,” you said getting off of the couch. “Can you get Bakugou to say yes too, please.” you nodded and looked at him. “Katsu can you play truth or dare with us please,” you said in your cutest voice looking him dead in the eyes with your puppy-dog eyes. “Gahh fine,” he said leaning his head back not wanting to look at you. When you were all sitting on the couches and on the floor.You were sitting in between Katsukis legs on the floor. His back was against the couch while his legs were stretched out and he had his arms wrapped around you, He buried his face in your neck You were sitting the same way but your legs were crossed and you had your neck to the side giving him more room. Yes, your classmates knew you had basically turned Katsuki into a big softie, at least when he’s around you.But to them for two best friends you two were awfully touchy. Some of them thought you two were already dating. “(Y/N) truth or dare” mina asked. “Hm, dare” you mumbled still pretty tired. “I dare you to put on a sexy maid outfit.” your and Katsuki’s eyes shot open. “I don’t have one though you said visibly nervous. “ don’t worry Yayorozu made one,” she said pointing at Yayorozu who had started making it. You blushed. “F-fine,” you said getting up.Mina and Uraraka got up too to help you. You took the outfit from Yayorozu and walked to your dorm room mina and Uraraka ran out and ran back in with two other ones. “Are you guys doing it with me?” you asked a bit of relief in your voice. They both said yes.When you guys had put them on they told you an Idea they had.As much as you wanted to say no, you knew that they were still gonna make you do it.So you just agreed. When you guys looked at yourselves in the mirror you guys actually looked really good. Uraraka was more of the cute one Mina was more of the hot one, as were you were a mix of both. You took a deep breath in and let it out.When you heard the music start you 3 walked out of the hallway you in front and the others behind you.You had on a “confident” face.You started singing first.

“Hold up no you didn’t bow, bow. I ain’t the chick to walk behind you around town. Just because you packin’, pacin’, whoop down south, That don’t mean I’m ever gonna take it lying down, baby “

Mina sang the first verse

“Oh, I’m a machine when I do it, I’ll be catching fire, gasoline when I do it.

Just ‘cause your packin’, packin’, whoop, down south That doesn’t mean I’m ever gonna take it lying

Down.”

Uraraka sang the second verse

You sat in-between Katsukis legs. You were sitting on yours and holding down the end of the dress on the floor.

“Baby your the man~ but I got the. I got the power. You make rain but il make it, I’ll make it, I’ll make it shower. You should know I’m the one who’s in control. I’ll let you take the weel.long as you don’t forget~ who got the power.”

All 3 of you were singing the 3rd verse

You started the last verse you guys were gonna sing.

“My turn, I make this look easy Tick tick boom like gasoline-y Yeah they call me Lamborghini Cause I know just what I'm worth Z-z-zero to hundred B-b-body make' em stutter Start my engine, push the button Cause I'm gon' be coming first Yeah, I'm a machine when I do it I'll be catching fire, gasoline when I do it just ‘cause you're packin', packin', whoop, down south That don't mean I'm ever gonna take it laying down Baby, you're the man But I got the, I got the, I got the power You make rain But I'll make it, I'll make it, I'll make it shower You should know, I'm the one who's in control I'll let you come take the wheel, long as you don't forget Who got the power.”

You had gone from sweet to seductive really quick. You were doing so many things to him, he didn’t know what to do with his hand’s sp he just had them behind him supporting himself when you had got on top of him sitting on his stomach and had your hands on his chest. When you were in these positions he couldn’t help but look everywhere. The top part of the maid outfit was tight around your chest squishing your boobs up and the shortness of your dress it was barely covering you. He knew his face was really red but he was so distracted by you he didn’t care. Mina and Uraraka weren’t doing this to anybody.o why him. Bye, the time he finished his thought you got off of him. He watched you walk away looking down in embarrassment. When you 3 were completely gone everybody was looking at him. Some like Kaminar sero and Kirishima and some others had nose bleeds that included Izuku. “Bro you are so lucky, you got the hottest one to do all that to you and you didn’t even hold her waist,” Kaminari said wiping the blood from his nose. “S-shut it d-duce” Katsuki stuttered. When you three got back you guys had taken them off and changed back to your previous cloths. You didn't say anything you just jumped on top of Katsuki, you were clenching his shirt in your fists were hiding your face in his chest. “Sorry katsu” was all you said. He lifted your chin and told you it was ok. Damn, he was hot. After about 3 hours of playing, Yayrozu said she finished dinner. You all got up and walked to the dinner table. You were on Katsuki’s back though. “Oh yeah (Y/N) Aizawa-sense wanted me to tell you that you’ll be fighting the top 3 students in class tomorrow for training,” Izuku said excitedly. “O-Oh, and who are they exactly,” you asked tilting your head. “Kacchan, Todoroki, and Tokoyami didn’t you see the sports festival,” Izuku asked a little confused. You shook your head and told them you weren’t allowed to watch the news or anything for that matter. They were surprised and some looked worried. “So does that mean you don’t know what happened to Bakugou at the training camp,” Kirishima said with a worried look on his face. “Training camp? What’s that,” you asked quirking an eyebrow. The whole room went silent. “What happened?” you asked starting to panic. Iida sighed. “Bakugou was kidnapped by the league of villains and they tried to convince him to join them,” Iida said pushing up his glasses. They didn’t expect you to react the way you did. “Well he made it back not with the villains not hurt and still the same katsu I know, so I’m fine as long as he is. I mean he's the strongest person I know, so I think he would be fine,” you said shrugging your solders and climbing off Katsuki. They gave you some confused looks and some surprised. “Wow I guess you believe in him as much as he believes in himself,” Kirishima said rubbing the back of his neck. You nodded your head vigorously with a bright smile on your face. Katsuki couldn't help the small smile on his face. You pulled the end of his sleeve and when he looked down at you, you turned your head and started walking to the two empty seats next to izuku. He knew you were strong but you basically dragging him now he could barely keep up. You both sat down with the rest of the class. Kaminari and Kirishima were trying out the challenge that you and Katsuki did but not with spicy food. They didn't make it past 3 bowls. You laughed at there attempt. “How can you guys eat so much,” Kaminari said with a hand on his stomach. You and katsuki shrugged. After talking for a while Katsuki said he was going to bed. You all said your goodnights to him and let him go. After 2 hours you all went to your dorms. When your head hit the pillow you completely fell asleep forgetting what had happened with your aunt and uncle.

The next morning you woke up excited that you might beat the top three students in UA. After putting on your uniform and leaving your dorm you saw the rest of the class in the common room. “Hey guys what's up,” you asked walking towards them. “Oh hey, we were waiting for you, Were going to walk to class as, well a class,” mina said excitement all over her face. “Oh ok then” you answered with a warm smile. When you guys walked into the class you were surprised to see Mr. Aizawa there. He was usually the last one there. As soon as you guys were going to walk in Mr. Aizawa told you guys to get out and change into your hero costumes. You all went to the locker rooms and changed into your costumes. Your hero costume had white boots that went up to your caffs, black thigh high stockings with white music notes on the right one, white short shorts with some rips on them, a top that looked like a waistcoat with short sleeves and the top faded from black to white, with a white tie that wasn't fixed properly and was hanging with the not down to your chest, On your right arm you had A glove that went all the way up to your shoulder and cut off on your knuckles and had black music notes on the side of it. You were the last one out on the training grounds because you had to get the bracelets from mei hatsume that she was working on. They helped you a lot because they could see the strongest emotion that one person was feeling so you could pick the right song to sing. When you came out of the doors your eyes lit up at the site of building and ally ways it all looked so real. The class was looking at you some with confusion on why your costume looked more like an outfit for a music festival. The girls looked so happy and excited when they saw you. As for Katsuki, his eyes went to your top. or more importantly, the fact that the waistcoat like tops buttons was down to your chest revealing a lot of cleavage. then he noticed that you didn't have anything under it so when he looked down the waistcoat like the top wasn't covering your sides or a bit of your stomach. HE couldn't help but blush at the sight of you. The shorts fit your curves so well and the top was really snug around you. Your hair matched your outfit so perfectly. He could feel the pink rising to his cheeks when he saw you. Then he saw Mineta walking up to your hands out ready to do something. But before he could Katsuki sent a blast his way warning him. Mineta ran away into a corner. All the girls were complimenting you on your outfit. Then you had noticed that all of there costumes had to something with there quirk, so did yours but you knew a lot about there quirks but they new really nothing about yours. Then you saw Katsuki in his costume. Oh gosh, he was so freaking hot in that. His mussels were so defined and his chest, you couldn't help but notice that the top was so tight you could see his abs through it. Your face was pretty much challenging Kirishima's hair. “Ehem,” Mr. Aizawa said catching all of your attention. “Bakugou, Todoroki, and tokoyami please step forward along with (Y/N)” was all Mr. Aizawa said before telling the rest of the class to follow him. “Mr. Aizawa, don't you think putting the top three students in the school up against such a fragile girl is a little much” Kirishima said walking on the side of Aizawa's sense. They were in the room with all the TV's before he could respond. “Trust me(Y/N) is probably one of the strongest people you’ll ever meet, hell she might be stronger than all might.” He said the last one with his huge smile on his face. “All right before you 4 start, I gave all of you except (Y/N) a tracking device, she has the tracker on her she doesn't knows so don't worry you 3.” Mr.aizawa had muted your earpiece and was only talking to the boys. When you saw them making faces and then saw tokoyami take something out of his pocket and then put it back in. You knew Aizawa was talking to them and not you but you figured there was something you couldn't know but because of what tokoyami did you had an idea. “Alright start you 4″ Aizawa said to all of you.

“Alright guys I'm gonna go over here see ya soon,” you said giving them a smile then skipping away to one of the ally ways. They were shocked at what you just said and did. They all scattered to different areas of the taring ground. You had remembered mina talking to Aizawa before coming up to you and complementing your outfit and shaking you, then you remembered tokoyami pulling some device out if his pocket. You connected the dots and figured you would use it your advantage. you grabbed your solder and felt a weird bump on it.You pulled it off. “So it is a tracker” you muttered under your breath. then you smiled that one cocky smile. You saw one of the security cameras that you were sure they were watching on. You had your head down with a smirk as you help up the tracker. It was small but you could still do something. You opened the tracker with a peace of class you found on the ground, after opening it you changed some wires and did some tinkering on it. Everybody was surprised and confused at what you were doing. You had learned how to do this at your old school in the lab. It was really advanced for a middle school in America but you weren't complaining. Your head turned the tracker into a bomb and a tracker. you could make it go off any time you wanted with the button that turned off the tracker. “She turned the tracker into a bomb but it still works as a tracker,” Aizawa said his smile widening. “Who really she didi that” Kaminary and Kirishima added. Katsuki, tokoyami, and todoroki found each other and were waiting for you to do something. “Where is she” Katsuki said impatiently. “Be patient?” tokoyami said looking around from the roof they were on with dark shadow. They didn't notice you were with them on the roof.How they didn't know was beyond you. You set down the tracker and pushed the button it was gonna go off in 5 seconds. Todoroki looked down at the tracker but before he could say or do anything the tracker went off with a loud boom. you used the bracelet to see how they were felling and when you got the read of powerful you started singing victorious by panic at the disco. A soon as the bomb went off bakugou covered his ears and let himself fall. Todoroki and tokoyami didn't cover their ears instead they were focused on catching themselves. as soon as they got back on the roof ready to fight you were singing and they could fell themselves losing control of there bodies. Then you stopped and you let out a little giggle. “Come here guys,” you said in your nice calming tone. They did as they were told and came closer to you. You took the capture tape and tied it around there ankles and wrists. As soon as you were done you stopped your quirk and they were completely dumbfounded on how you caught them so easily. “Tokoyami and todoroki are out it's just bakugou and (Y/N) left,” Mr.Aizawa said on the mike so everybody on the training ground could hear. “Shit, those dumb asses” Katsuki muttered under his breath. “Hmm now what to do with you two” you questioned tapping your finger to your lip “Oh I know.” you said tapping some buttons on your bracelet. “Why are you guys feeling scared, I'm not gonna do anything THAT bad,” you said rolling your eyes. The reading didn't change. Oh well, theirs no changing what your feeling. You then began to sing tag your it by meline Martinez. After just 1 verse of it, they were under your control. you undid the tape and they just stood there. “Alright you two are going to help me get katsu understood?” you asked.they simply nodded. After about 10 minutes of looking for the blond, he came out of nowhere and jumped on you. “Todoroki Use your Ice” you demanded and he did just that. He froze Katsuki in a block of ice. You noticed he had something in his ears. Then the ice broke and he fell face down on the ground. you laughed. “Oh my gosh, katsu are you ok,” you said in between breaths. He couldn't help but blush at your laugh it was ONE of the cutest things about you along with your hair your body but most of all your eyes. His thoughts were cut off by todoroki and tokoyami picking you up on their solders. “Come on katsu this is no fun if your gonna stay on the ground all day.” you said crossing your legs with that evil smile on your face. Katsuki got up and gave you his own evil smile. “your right, It wouldn't be fun” he said getting ready to fight. The class was interested in how you were getting todoroki and takoyaki to do anything you wanted. When they heard a boom from the TV screen everybody stayed quiet and paid attention. Bakugou was throwing blast after blast but you avoided them all. Unlike before when the class couldn't hear what was going on, now they could after upgrading the camera room. He was throwing blast after blast at you but with every order, you gave the 2 other boys you were able to dodge or fight back. You told tokoyami to use dark shadow and attack Katsuki. After about 20 minutes of fighting, he stopped. “What's wrong katsu,” you said getting off the boy's shoulders. As soon as you did you used the capture tame and tied tokoyami and todoroki up again then you stopped your quirk. The boys came back to reality and as soon as they did they looked like they had seen a ghost. You were felling weak all over but you refused to let that show, not wanting Katsuki to take advantage of that. Katsuki had a grin plastered on his face the whole time you two were fighting, but then again so did you. Then bakugou lifted up his hand to face you. You didn't know what he was doing. Then you saw a small mettle lever thing, and before you could connect the dots you saw his pull it. You saw a huge blast coming toward you. You jumped to the side pulling tokoyami and todoroki with you since you didn't want them to get hurt and because they couldn't move. Bakugou took the time and ran up to you and tied your hands behind your back with the capture tape. You didn't even notice it until after he pulled you up. “L-looks like B-bakugou wins,” Mr. Aizawa said through the mike. After fixing your selves you 3 went to the front part of the training ground where everybody was waiting. Katsuki had you on his back because of how drained you felt. when he put you down you were holding on to him for support. “Ok now you have to tell us all about your quirk ok” mina chirped “Yeah and how you turned the tracker into a bomb.” midoriya added. “Well, my quirk allows me to control somebody's mind and body if I sing a song related to how they feel. So it can be easier and faster I asked mei to make something for me that could help scene it. I'm really surprised it didn't explode because this was the first time I used it, Although depending on how long I use it for the more tired and drained I get.” you said rubbing the bracelet and adjusting it around your wrist. “And as for the bomb I could tell the trackers was a simple one if I could open it with a piece of glass, so after just changing and cutting some wires it was really easy. you can turn anything into a bomb if you know how” you said shrugging your shoulders. “The only reason he beat me is because of that big explosion and because he and Izuku know everything about my quirk.” you said looking up the blond then looking at Izuku. “I'm not gonna lie that was actually a pretty tough fight you put up.” Katsuki said looking at you still with that grin on his face. You gave him a cheeky smile. “Ok because of the festival you guys have the rest of the day off. They all cheered with big smile smiles on there faces.

Before you guys went on stage you were a bit nervous. “Hey calm down you'll do fine out there.” Katsuki patted your shoulder reassuring you. you nodded then jiro called the both of you to the stage. When you guys were ready you and jiro had the mikes in front of you you took a deep breath. “Do this shit. Were gonna murder all UA students with music!” Katsuki yelled into the mike before setting off an explotion. They all started playing “Thanks for coming out today!” you and jiro both yelled into the mike. You and jiro started singing. You couldn't help but but notice that people were looking at you and you knew it was you,but why. After the performance and your solo you went back stage and hung out there for a wile. You and Katsuki talked about everything you wanted to. Then the night ended and you all went back to the dorms talking and laughing. At dinner it was the same. Then you all went to bed.

One year later you guys weren't known as class 1-A anymore, it was class 2-A now. It was your second year.and the sports festival was coming up. This was your first one due to the fact that you came mid way through the 1st year. Some had noticed this but after winter break you seemed more quit and distant. Of course this didn't go unnoticed by Katsuki. He never said anything though. The reason you were like this was because when you went home for break you dealt with a lot more abuse that you did before. After the whole thing in the cafeteria last year nobody ever brought it up again. But when you went back home there were 3 men at the house, you didn't know any of them. two of them looked to be in there 50s or 40s and the third looked to be in his 20s maybe. But before you could ask what was going on the men forced you to do THAT with them. you struggled with them, trying to use your quirk but for some reason it wasn't working.It was probably one of their quirks. That went on the whole winter break. you always tried to stop it but after so many attempts you just gave up. So once school was back you were both happy and scared. What if it didn't stop and someone at the school did that to you or what if someone found out and rumors spread. When you went back you were covered in bruises and scars from everything. You looked like a robot that was just there. when people asked if you were ok you just told them you were fine. Then one day after getting a threatening message from someone saying they knew about what was going on and if you didn't do something for them they were going to tell the school. You froze, and then you had an idea.

“Ill just end it”

was what you said to yourself tears rolling down your cheeks.

The next day you didn't pay attention to any of your classes because in a couple of hours that wouldn't matter. After school you didn't go back to the dorms witch made your class mates ask questions wile they were walking. Katsuki was especially worried because you seemed off this year but especially today. When they walked in the common room they saw a note on the coffee table. it read

“Im sorry”

it was in your hand writing. It took Katsuki a little to figure it out but when he did

“SHES GOING TO JUMP, KIRISHAM GET AIZAWA NOW, IM GOING TO THE ROOF. HURRY.”

He yelled running out of the dorms, he could feel the tears rolling down his face but he didn't care he didn't want to lose you. It took kirishima and the class to put it together but when they did kirishima called Aizawa and they all ran as fast as they could to the roof they were all crying. When they got up there they saw bakugou holding on to your wrist dangling from the room they ran up and helped him pull you up. As soon as they did Katsuki gave you hug and then didn’t something he would remember for the rest of his life. He cuffed your face in his hands and just kissed you tears on his face. As soon as he did you saw everything. All the good moments you had spent with him and everybody. you felt the tears roll down your face too. Then you kissed him back. It was a tender gentle kiss. You both parted gasping for air. you raped you arms around his torso crying into his shirt. when he lifted your chin to look at. He saw that beautiful sparkle in your eyes once more. “You have such beautiful eyes (Y/N)” he said looking at you with one of his rare genuine smiles. You gave his a warm smile ad stood on your tippy toes to kiss give him a quick peck on the lips. Then you both heard cheers coming from your class mates. You giggles with a small smile on your face. Then the roof doors slammed open all might and aizawa running through the doors. both with worried looks on there faces. When they saw you were still there they let out a sigh. “You guys would have been, by the time bakugou got here he was barley holding on to her by her wrist!” mina said pouting and walking up to the two heroes and scolded them. After that they told you you had to tell them why you did it in the first place. you all sat down on the ground and you told them everything that had been happening to you the past years but especially winter break. They couldn't believe what they were hearing the whole class was stunned. You noticed that some of them were crying and couldn't help but feel bad. When you were done with your story you were crying. Katsuki picked you up and sat you in between his legs,you were facing him as you cried into his shirt. After that Aizawa called the police and your aunt and uncle were arrested along with the men that that had done that to you. Then he called Katsukis mom asking if she would be willing to take of you. She agreed immediately after hearing what had happen. Mr.aizawa said you and katsuki could have the rest of the week off witch was 4 day left. After that 2 weeks went by and it was the sports festival. you got second place as bakugou still took 1st and midoriya 3rd. A couple of ears later you and bakugou got married and were both in the top 10. Bakugou was the number 2 hero and you were number 4. Number one hero was Izuku and the number 3 hero was todoroki. Katsuki and midoriya didn't fight as much but sometimes they did. you and todoroki had to calm them down all the time sense you were Katsukis wife and todoroki was midoriyas husband.

“The end kiddo its time for bed”

“Aw come on mom theirs gotta be more than that”

“nope now go to bed your 12 acting like your 5 plus you have school tomorrow.”

“Aw fine”

“night son”

“night mom”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fanfiction #sad #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #mha #boku no hero academia

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aveganmermaid · 4 years

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ok for real but i own a lot of white clothes and i am a fucking messy person and i have cleaned every stain out of them.

like i am talking chocolate sauce sprayed across my white hoodie stained. hot sauce on my white tshirt. MUSTARD on the sleeve of my white cardigan. I've gotten soy sauce, blueberry juice, and blood out of my clothing using this method.

items needed (v. cheap easy to find)

baking soda

hydrogen peroxide

old toothbrush

any kind of detergent, i prefer liquid, brand doesnt matter.

here's how:

if possible remove article of clothing ASAP. if not, do it as soon as you are able to. letting the stain set makes it more difficult to remove, the faster you start the process the easier it is.

mix baking soda with peroxide in a cup. i prefer a more liquidy consistency over a thick paste as it's easier to brush into the fabric and really breakup the stain

use toothbrush to scoop the mixture (or pour directly) onto the stain. then use the toothbrush to gently rub into the fabric (may also help if you put an old cloth or towel behind the stain so that it doesnt soak through to the other side). once thoroughly saturated let this sit for a while. 20 minutes - overnight is fine.

wash article of clothing as normal. can throw in with regular wash. cold or warm water only. do not use hot water.

once washed inspect article of clothing. if the stain is still visible do not dry the article of clothing. instead make mixture again and repeat the process until the stain is removed. i have had to do this sometimes 3 or 4 times but it has gotten the stain out!!

I usually use a washing machine but i have removed blood from underwear via this method in a sink using cold water and rubbing the stained fabric against itself to break it up. I have also used this on lightly coloured clothing and it has not disrupted the colour (recently did this with a blueberry stain on light blue washed jeans).

this also generally works for oil stains but i highly recommend using dish soap on it first to breakup the oil in the fabric as that is what dish soap is designed for!!

the only thing i have not managed to successfully remove from a white piece of clothing is permanent marker. so you can try this method but tbh it may be a lost cause.

anyway good luck and enjoy your white clothing (i am writing this as I'm currently trying to get chocolate icecream out of my sweatshirt 🙃)

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bubmyg · 6 years

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hannah can you write something soft about feeling insecure about your appearance yoongi reassuring you and giving sweet body praise (end me its ok)

a/n: came out a lot longer than i anticipated but it’s okay

word count: 1,860

“I know I’m late, I’m sorry,” Yoongi’s boot clad footsteps thumped heavily across the carpet as he shouldered his way through the bedroom door. His fingers fiddled with the clasp of his watch, eyes trained to his toes peeling off the clunky contraptions by the heel. “I called the restaurant and changed our reservation for eight, so do you mind if I shower…”

He trailed off when the second boot gathered the first in a messy pile near the foot of the bed. The only trace of your presence was the flutter of snapped tags cut from the sleeves of your new dress you’d purchased purely for the date to the soft light filtering out from underneath the closed bathroom door.

Yoongi frowned, slowly shuffling a path to press a palm into the door. He crooked his fingers, knuckles softly rapped a melodious pattern against the wood. “Are you still getting ready?”

“We don’t have to go, it’s okay,” Your voice was soft and he swore he heard you sniff. “Let’s just stay home tonight and order takeout or something.”

“Wait, what? I just lost track of time is all, we still have a reservation-”

“I’m not upset about you being late, Yoongi. I understand.”

His shoulder slumped in defeat against the wood, “Okay, then talk to me. What’s wrong? You’ve been looking forward to this dinner for weeks-” His fingers sanctioned around the doorknob, the frown lines of his forehead only deepening when he found it locked, “-love, why is the door-”

The lock fiddled a bit before the pressure of his hand turning against the metal had it popping open. Yoongi stumbled a bit, catching his stature upright when your tentative gaze peeked up at him through the tiny crack. Your retreating steps matched the swinging hinge of the door as he stepped inside. “I’d just rather not go tonight,” You forced, rolling your lips into a toothless smile, “some other time, maybe?”

Raven rich irises trailed over your figure, assessing the sleek hug of the sheer fabric across your hips. The mouth that fished to make a purring compliment snapped shut when his eyes truly analyzed you from the neck up. The hidden sliver of your lips was raw from constant chewing, your skin blotched in four different hues from the sleek shine of tear tracks sloping down the roll of your angry shaded nose. Clumps of mascara smudged at the duct of your eyes and collected on the ends of your eyelashes. Your hair frizzed where you’d attempted to style it, poking out of the hold of bobby pins and hair ties and sleek sprays and gels from the fist of your fingers in the tendrils.

“Okay,” Yoongi nodded slowly, holding his hands up to you in solace as he approached your hunched figure. “We don’t have to go, it’s okay.”

You visibly relaxed at his articulation, only to tense when gentle fingers pressed into your cheeks, lifting your chin to him. “Can you answer one thing for me, though?” He forced a dimpled smile to one corner of his mouth, thumbs lightly pinching away bits of stray makeup from around your swollen eyelids.

Your teeth captured your bottom lip as you nodded once, the movement minuscule and barely there as you watched the attentive flick of his eyes cross your features.

“Are you okay?”

The shake of your head was negative this time, a quick series of movements that were most definitely there. You tried to break Yoongi’s grip on you, something that he didn’t allow as the pressure of his thumbs into the apples of your cheeks held you in place. Instead, his lips soothed over your forehead, quiet assurances washing into your ears.

“Okay, okay, that’s okay. Shh, come on, let’s get this makeup off of you and get you into something more comfortable.”

Gentle palms against your waist aided you in perching to the edge of the counter as Yoongi bent to fish around for a damp wipe. He did his best to ignore the widened pout of your gaze flicking across his actions as he cleaned away the smudged black from around your eyes, soothed over the red stain chewed from your mouth, caught the clumped bits of powder hanging around your jaw. His gentle smile cheered his finish as he tossed the dirtied wipe aside, lips catching the tip of your nose this time.

“You glow, you know that?” Soft fingertips glided across your cheek to tuck behind your ear, “You’re so insanely beautiful, I don’t understand.”

You shook your head, prepared to protest when Yoongi’s lips pecked chastely at your own. The hand behind your head stayed as his index finger wiggled at one of the metal clips. “Hair next?”

Chin to chest, you allowed skilled fingertips to poke through your hair, prodding and pulling out each and every pin with the upmost amount of care. Never once did he snag your hair, pulling too hard against your scalp. One of your hair ties twisted out with protest, effectively wrapping a few of the strands around the cemented part in the middle, only to have Yoongi’s frantic apologies washing to your hair line as his movements stalled to soothe away the minor pain with his lips.

The pile next to you was sizable when he straightened, towering over your seated figure with a soft smile as he passed you a brush. “Start on this. I’ll go get you new clothes and then I’ll help you out.”

You worked at the hairspray lain tangles behind your head while observing the fury of his tearing motions around the room through the crack in the door. His gums were plastered to the curtain of his mouth when he returned holding a lump of black fabric to his chest. The clothes were placed next to you on the counter as his fingers reached to thread the brush into his palm.

Your hair was worked into a curtain around your cheeks, greasy from the immense amount of products stuck to the strands without the cleanse of a shower. Yoongi took no mind to the dirtied texture, instead offering you his hand with that same gentle smile.

Eyes found yours in the mirror as he stationed himself behind you, lips pursing against your cheek as fingers fiddled at the metal clasps and zippers holding up your dress. He didn’t speak until your palms supported the dizzying weight of your figure into the marble as the zipper dragged halfway down the length of your spine.

Lips found the exposed tinge of your shoulder as a steady hand slid around to press into your stomach. “You looked stunning in this, angel,” Yoongi hummed, chin settling over your goose bump laced skin as he met your wobbling lips in the reflection. Fingers soothed over your stomach as he tugged the zipper the rest of the way, lips trailing to the newfound skin as he edged the sleeves off, “I’m glad you picked this one and not the red one.”

“What’s wrong with red? I thought the red was your favorite?”

His nose crinkled at the rising octave of your indignation, revealing in the small breakthrough as he eased each sleeve down your upper arms. His lips followed the pool of fabric across the dip in your supple skin, nose feathering to bone as he shook his head.

“You picked the one you felt comfortable in, not the one I suggested. That’s why I prefer this one,” Yoongi chuckled, catching your palm in his fingers when you moved to step out of the dress around your ankles. “You look stunning in absolutely anything.”

He reaffirmed the statement when he loosely caught the hem of his hoodie around curled knuckles, pushing it to hang across your stature. Fingers fist into the excess fabric around your hip, tugging the softness of your cheek against his lips. “See? Even this gross old hoodie of mine makes you look incredible.”

“No.”

He frowned into the juncture of your shoulder at your harsh protest, palms soothing up and down your sides. “No, what?”

“I wish I would have chose anything but that dress,” You toes pointedly caught the heap of fabric near your ankle and kicked it across the tile, “I look horrible in it. I look horrible in anything.”

Yoongi’s breath caught. Expansive palms over your waist pushed to rotate you to face him, a frown of disapproval plastered all over his pouted features. “Have you not been listening to anything I’ve said?”

You huffed, glowering tiredly at him as your gaze swept across him. “You’re beautiful, Yoongi. You don’t understand.”

With raised eyebrows did he glance down at his holed jeans, soy sauce stained t-shirt, and sweaty flannel clinging to his broad shoulders. A sarcastic shrug found him as he began to shrug off the saturated plaid from his torso, “Fine. Do you want this then-”

A squeal of protest caught roughly in your throat as you pushed at his wrist wielding the practice clothes piece. “Not what I meant, get that away-”

The brown and black fabric fluttered into a sad pile atop your forgotten dress as he stepped closer to you, wedging the arched small of your back into the marble. His knee forced between your thighs as palms reached to the counter to pin your body around the curve of his own.

“You’re beautiful. Absolutely incredible,” Yoongi wagered the statements as if discussing the weather, bored and firm. The defined line of his jaw clenched, soft ebony strands of hair tickling your skin. “I’m not arguing with you about it. You don’t have to think so, not right now. But you’re not going to change my mind.”

“I want to believe you,” Your voice grew quiet as you audibly swallowed, peering hesitantly up at his intense gaze. “I just don’t know how.”

Pouted soft lips slotted over your own, soothing away a muted gasp in the back of your throat when his hands trailed over your thigh, hiking the curve of your knee around his waist as you again found yourself half perched against the counter. It was a careful kiss, tongue soothing against the top of your molars, lips catching every untouched contour of your own, fingers cupping the hinge of your jaw as his hand against your knee parted your legs enough to accommodate his lean stature.

Yoongi’s breaths were labored over your skin when he pulled away, concerned forehead pressing into your own. “Do you trust me yet?”

You pretended to consider the thought through an O’ed mouth, fingers reaching to twist in his ratty t-shirt to pull him closer. “I don’t know, I might need you to show me again.”

He controlled the angle of your head with his hand, teeth nicking a pair of petals into your jaw before he was breathing.

“I’m serious,” He labored into your skin, thumb and index finger pinching at your cheek, “You’re absolutely stunning and I refuse to let you believe anything otherwise. I don’t care what it takes, how long it takes, whatever. I want you to believe me…”

“…I need you to believe me.”

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Jin x Reader - By Your Side

Summary: Jin is somewhat arrogant, overly confident and a tease. All the things you find infuriating in a man and he also happens to be your housemate. It’s a wonder how you two can live together without killing each other…but it’s not like you’re anything more than friends. Right?

Genre: Housemates au, love/hate relationship

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader (ft Jimin, Namjoon, Yoongi)

Author: Pilot

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | RaMin

Chapter One

Jin cocks his head to the side, closing his eyes to aid his concentration. He hears it again, the distinct and purposeful knocks on the opposite side of the front door that echo down the hallway and through the house. He sighs, puts his laptop and the report he had been writing aside and gets up off his bed. You had somehow managed to lock yourself out of the house. Again.

Jin strides to the front door and unlocks it, pulling it open for you.

“Keys?” he questions, looking you up and down.

“Forgot them.” You shrug. You shift past him, ignoring the fact that again, he’s topless and head to the kitchen, placing the bag of take out on the marble counter top.

Jin closes the door, pressing it a little deeper into the frame with one hand as he turns the lock with the other. It was an old door and an even older house that came with little upkeep and even more nuances. Jin follows you into the kitchen.

You had left the house earlier that day, locking the door behind you. You had realised it as soon as you had gotten past the post box but couldn’t be bothered turning back, figuring Jin would be home the rest of the day anyway.

“You have to stop doing that. What if I’m not home next time?” He leans against the corner of the wall by the hallway casually, folding his arms across his bare chest, an expression on his face that you can only understand to be mild annoyance.

The last thing you wanted was a lecture from your housemate.

You roll your eyes and focus on unpacking the takeaway containers of food. You scrunch up the plastic bag that had held the containers and move to the laundry, adding it to the much bigger bag of plastic bags that sat between the washing machine and the door to the backyard.

“You’re always around when I need you, Jin. Besides, I’m sure I’d cope even if you’re not here.” Your voice carries from the laundry and grows louder as you head back to the kitchen. “As much as you’d be shocked to hear this, the world doesn’t revolve around you.”

Jin shoots you a look, retorting with “You’re right. It’s actually the universe.”

You don’t hear him, instead attempting to withstand the scalding temperature of the takeaway container as you carry it with you to the dining room table. It slips out of your fingers and lands on the table with a plonk. Admittedly, you could have done that a little more gracefully.

You grab a tissue to dab up the oil that has splattered onto the surface of the table. You spread your fingers underneath the thin edges of the container once more and move it onto yesterday’s newspaper, using the paper as a placemat.

You kick out a chair and go to sit down and in the same movement reach over to pull one of your books over to you thats stacked neatly in the middle of the table.

Jin reaches out to prevent you from leaning all the way over the table as you’re about to get hot oil and soy sauce from the noodles all over the sleeve of your top. He’s a little late and the damage is done. Unaware, you hum to yourself as you go to sit, getting comfortable and folding a leg underneath your body.

He watches you for a moment more while you happily pick at your noodles and flip through your book. He sighs again and heads back to his bedroom. He couldn’t understand you sometimes. He’s glad, he guesses, that today you’re not wearing one of his hoodies. Jin had already lost a number of hoodies to you, stained from droplets of food in odd places.

“Are you going out tonight?” he calls from his room.

“Mmm?” you responded, mouth full of noodles. You take your time to chew and swallow. “Maybe.” you reply, flicking the pages of your book. “Are you?”

“I’ll be back late, I might not come back alone though.”

You knew what that meant. It meant Jin was intending to bring a woman home. You pause and contemplate your plans for the night. Maybe you’d go out and see your boyfriend instead.

It had been half a year since you had moved in together. You couldn't forget how you had first met Kim Seokjin.

It had been the first day of second semester of your second year. You were aimlessly flipping through one of your course books and scanning the contents page, hoping that at least some of the material you’d have to take as a core unit was going to be interesting.

The doors to the lecture theatre swung open with a bang which was immediately followed by a somewhat low and hushed “sorry!”. You had veered your head around to see what idiot had come in twenty minutes late. Surely if they were going to be that late, they’d have had enough brains to skip the next forty minutes and just watch the lecture online.

A tall stranger stood by the large doors to the lecture theatre. He was wearing a red cap, a two-toned bright blue windcheater and red sweat pants. An odd combination of clothes that surely shouldn’t have worked on anyone but on him, they did. If anything, the colours complemented each other.

Of course by then most, if not all but one, of the seats at the long and wooden benches in the lecture hall had already been taken up. You groaned inwardly and watched as the stranger’s eyes scanned the room and settled on the spare seat next to you. As he tried to move between the occupied seats, he accidentally smacked you over the back of your head with his backpack that hung carelessly over his shoulder.

You had shifted around, holding your head, glaring at him. His eyes had widened and he had put his hands out in front of him, apologising. A few murmurs circulated the lecture hall at the interruption and he quickly took a seat next to you.

He proceeded to rummage through his bag and pulled out a notebook, tearing a piece of paper out swiftly, the sound of which seemed to echo throughout the lecture hall and you had glanced at him, irritated again. Your irritation mellowed as you saw his neck and ears grow red in embarrassment although his facial expression remained stoic. He carefully scribbled sorry onto a note and slid it along the bench to you. You glanced at it and crinkled it in your hands.

You spent the rest of the lecture stealing sidewards glances at him. He had been staring straight ahead, unconsciously holding a pen up to his slightly parted lips as he concentrated on the lecturer. His black hair poked out from under his red cap and his fringe would just tickle his eyes when he looked down to write in his notebook. He was handsome.

After the lecture you had been quick to leave, cramming your books and belongings into your tote bag. You slung it over your shoulder and headed to the campus cafe where you had reluctantly agreed to meet your friend Jimin after class. Jimin had wanted to introduce you to one of his mates.

You were in the middle of recounting how this random guy had basically accosted you in the lecture hall when a voice interrupted you from behind.

“I already apologised. There’s no need to continue making a fuss over an accident.” The voice said cooly.

You turned around and looked up. You brought your hand to your face to block out the sun. You stared at him for a second before deciding that you must have been hallucinating. He stepped forward, blocking the rest of the light that harshly interfered with your vision.

“Are you stalking me?” you had blurted, not thinking.

Jimin cackled behind you and he kicked a seat open for the stranger to sit down.

“Y/N, this is Seokjin, but we call him Jin.”

Jin frowned at you, annoyance flickering on his face as he took a seat next to Jimin.

You yourself, had met Jimin during first semester after having to complete a group project together. You knew Jimin was living with a few other university friends but you had never met any of them before and had only heard a few names in conversation. Jin was one of them.

“Do I look like the kind of guy that would stalk women?” he asks, annoyed, his mouth twisted unhappily downwards. “I’m sure you don’t meant to come across as self-absorbed, after all there’s a thing called coincidence.”

His return comment caught you off guard. You honestly hadn’t meant it like that and he had taken it to another snarky and petty level. Visibly annoyed, you had sunk back into the cold and cushion-less seat, tongue pressing the inside of your cheek.

“My turn to apologise. Sorry.” You had said tensely.

“It’s fine.” he stated cooly, leaning back in the seat, examining you. He’d already made himself seem like a complete asshole to you, twice and in less then an hour no less. He hadn’t intended to come off so cold but you had thrown him with the way you had scrunched up his apology note.

Jin stuck his hands in the pockets of that blue windcheater and crossed one leg over the other lazily. Something about the action got to you. If anyone was self-absorbed, it was this guy. Annoyed to spend your lunch break with someone who oozed too much self confidence, you had excused yourself and gotten up to leave.

“Hey, where are you going?” Jimin asked, grabbing onto the sleeve of your cardigan.

“I have some things I need to do.” you had lied. Jimin stood up and gave you a hug goodbye, whispering into your ear as he did.

“He’s a little hard to get to know at first, but he’s a good guy.”

“I’m sure he is.” you had responded, unconvinced.

“You’ll get to know him soon enough.” Jimin offered.

You weren’t sure about that being the case but had decided not to say anything further to Jimin, instead throwing up your arm to wave farewell to Jin, an over-the-top smile on your face.

You should have expected it. Jimin had asked you out for dinner and sure enough you had found yourself standing at the entrance of the Chinese restaurant with Jin and Jimin. Jin didn’t appear like he wanted to be there at all.

“Jin was hungry and wanted Chinese. All good?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” You had responded, even if though it wasn’t. The waitress read off a number from a stub of raffle tickets and Jimin exclaimed, sticking his arm out in the crowd.

“23?!” He grabbed at your jumper pulling you through the threshold, “That’s us!”

You had stumbled behind him and Jimin had pulled you sharply and let go, instead clasping his hands together in excitement as the smell of prawn dumplings reached his nose. At the sudden release, you had tripped on the slight step upward and found yourself losing your balance. Jin reached out, steadying you, one hand under your forearm and the other on your back.

“Careful.” he had said and proceeded to shove his hands in his pockets.

You had cleared your throat and attempted to regain your confidence, striding somewhat more surely toward the table for three than you had felt. The contact had made your heart skip a beat.

Seven plates of dumplings and two shared bowls of dandan noodles later, you found yourself giggling at Jin’s terrible jokes. They were so bad that they were good. Jin didn’t seem as up himself as you had previously thought.

Two bottles of wine later and Jimin was asleep on the table, snoring softly, his hair getting dangerously close to tainting itself red from the chilli oil he was next to. Jin had slowly and carefully moved the small bowl of chilli oil out of the way and poured you another glass. It turns out that you both liked eating out, visiting new cafes and had a penchant for rom-coms.

Then it was past eleven and the three of you were being kicked out of the restaurant. Jin had linked Jimin over his arms and Jimin had swayed back and forth, babbling utter nonsense.

You were pleasantly surprised. You hadn’t giggled so much in so long and your cheeks and sides had begun to hurt - especially after Jin had basically emptied the free mints offered at the counter in the front pocket of his hoodie in what was the most obvious manner ever and then he proceeded to hand them out to passers by on the street, like the Oprah of free mints. You wondered how you even got home that night.

First meetings and first bad impressions aside, you found yourself spending more time with ‘My name is Seokjin but call me Jin’.

When you had come across the listing for the house you knew it was perfect and that it was the opportunity you had been looking for to begin the next phase of your life. It was just the right distance from university, right near a direct bus route and close enough to the city that it was only a fifteen minute drive. You had been wanting to live closer to the city anyway, especially given you had decided to apply for a number of jobs located in the city come the end of your degree.

Two bedrooms, one bathroom. A large kitchen that opened up to a shared lounge and dining area, that kind of perfect. You had been looking for somewhere to stay and had made a personal goal to move out, especially as your home was getting too small and crowded. You had long grown out of your small bedroom that only fit a single bed.

You had mentioned it to your friends, holding the printed piece of paper with the listing in front of you in the crowded cafe. You passed it around, urging one of them to move in with you. You had also put up an expression of interest on the university website.

“I’ll move in with you.” Jin had piped up after a little consideration.

“What?”

Jin shrugged, examining the print out. “Yeah. My job in town starts in the summer and I’m sick of living with three other guys. They never clean up after themselves.” he laughs and Jimin pulls a face. Yoongi had scoffed in response and put his feet on the table, crossing them at the ankles.

“Does this mean I have to do it if you move out?” He grumbles. “Namjoon and Jimin are so lazy.”

“Namjoon’s been overseas for half a year.” Jimin responded, correcting him.

“Oh, so then all of that mess is just you then?” Yoongi directed at Jimin, who rolled his eyes.

“I’m out.” Your friend Rae had responded through gritted teeth as she pulled her hair into a pony tail. She took the hair tie from her mouth and looped it around her black hair.

You huffed and looked Jin up and down. You guessed he’d be okay. After all, you got along reasonably well and had known each other for a solid year, just enough to know he was responsible around the house the boys shared and that he was an amazing cook. You had picked at your fingernails while considering the proposition. It would be better to move in with someone you tolerated, you decided, rather than take the risk with a complete stranger.

“Fine, if no one else comes back to me within the week, we’ll move in together. I really need to move out. No take backs.” You bargained.

“No take backs.” Jin had replied, a smile playing at his lips.

“The two of you together…” Jimin had exclaimed, pointing at the both of you while laughing. “That’s trouble waiting to happen!”

“You barely stand each other without arguing about something as it is.” Yoongi said, agreeing with Jimin.

“See, even Yoongi agrees with me!”

“Shut up Jimin!” You had quipped, slapping him. “We don’t hate each other.” You folded your arms over your chest defensively.

Jimin rubbed his arm where you had hit him.

“Yeah but it’s not like you love each other either.” Jimin had replied mischievously.

You stumble home, drunk. Your bag swings violently around your body as you try your hardest to slide the key into the front door. You mutter to yourself and squint your eyes. You weren’t about to let this damn door get the better of you, like your boyfriend had. When you had gone out earlier that night, you hadn’t anticipated that you would have run into your boyfriend snuggling up against another woman.

Jin had hinted he was bringing a woman home tonight, which for you, meant you could either stay home and blast your music loudly to prevent yourself having to hear a string of sexual noises that would flow from Jin’s bedroom to yours, or go out with your laptop and continue editing the book you were reading for work. Of course you had decided on the latter.

So when you spotted your boyfriend of two months sharing food with another woman, his head against the crook of her neck and pattering kisses along her collarbone in public, you were upset but not surprised. You seemed to have a bad track record with guys, almost expecting this sort of stuff to happen. Jin was always telling you that it’s because they weren’t mature enough to handle your strong nature. However it didn’t make it hurt any less.

You collected your things, hands shaking as you paid for the lemon tea you had bought and quickly consumed. The tea had burnt your throat and the sensation reminded you that you would benefit from something a little stronger. That’s how you, alone and upset, shot down two and a half bottles of soju on the steps outside of the convenience store before calling it a night.

Finally, after about a minute of fumbling at the keyhole, you’re successful and the door opens with a click. You lean against the wall of the hallway and bring a leg up to pull off a sneaker. You swap legs and yank the other shoe off and it drops to the floor with a heavy clonk.

You run your hands along the wall and follow it through to the kitchen. The lights were off and you were using your familiarity with the house to help you navigate, which meant squat given you were so inebriated. You could hear muffled moaning sounds coming from Jin’s bedroom. Your hand rests on the doorknob to what you presume is your room. You struggle with it a little and then swings it open.

Jin looks up at the sudden interruption. You can’t see much, only the outline of a woman on top of him, lit only by the soft moonlight streaming through the open curtains in his bedroom.

“Y/N what the f-”

“Jin?” you frown, going to rub your eyes. This wasn’t your bedroom. You don’t register the awkwardness of the situation and before you can stop yourself the words tumble from your mouth. “I saw him. He was cheating on me.”

“What?” Jin sits up and almost causes the girl straddling him to fall backwards on the bed. He quickly gestures for her to get off him. Jin swings his legs over the side of the bed, his back to you, scrambling in the dark to find his boxers, which he pulls on quickly as he stands. You can hear the elastic snapping against his hips.

“You need to go.” he says to the girl who is now pulling a blanket up over herself to cover her nakedness. He makes his way from the centre of the room, around the bed and places his strong hands on your shoulders, quickly spins you around and pushes you out of the doorway of his bedroom. You stumble, your legs tangling up on each other as he tries to seat you on the couch.

He flicks on the light switch on the wall and you squint your eyes at the sudden brightness. He goes to the kitchen and gets out a glass, filling it with cold water from the fridge. Jin brings it over to you and forces you to take a sip. He turns his head slightly, listening and wondering how long it’s going to take for the girl to get dressed and leave. It hadn’t taken more than thirty seconds for him to undress her in the first place.

Jin looks back at you and you’ve slid down onto the rug in the lounge room, legs tucked underneath you as you grasp the cold glass in your hands.

“What happened?“

“I don’t know…” you start, your voice a little wobbly. Maybe you were getting your period soon, maybe that’s why your emotions were so volatile tonight. Jin nods slowly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Finally the girl emerges from Jin’s bedroom, her coat bundled up in front of her. He stands and quickly ushers her to the front door. She lingers against his body, a hand brushing his cheek. He takes her wrist and pulls her to the front door, opening it and gesturing at her to exit. As she takes her leave she turns around to face him. He’s about to close the door when she opens her mouth to speak.

“Tonight was fun.” she begins slowly. Jin’s leaning against the door, slowly edging it closed. He gives a curt nod and smiles through the narrowing gap.

“Let’s do it again sometime?” She asks, hopeful. Jin eyes her up and down again. She was gorgeous - yes… and the sex had been decent… He makes a mental note to keep her in mind the next time he needs a quick fix.

“Call me? She asks.

“Sure.” Jin responds politely and closes the door with finality. He ruffles his hair, sighing and patters back to you. You’re now slumped over the coffee table in the centre of the lounge, moving your fingers through a puddle of condensation that’s developed at the base of the the glass of water, drawing little hearts. In your other hand is your phone.

Jin takes a seat on the rug next to you and you blink at him, your eyelids heavy. You turn your attention back to your phone and your thumb is poised over your boyfriends contact card.

“So did you break up with him?”

You mumble a no and bring your phone back to your face.

“Maybe it was a mistake, maybe -” you try to bargain.

“Don’t lie to yourself. You know what you saw.”

You kick your legs, annoyed. He was right.

“Stop staring at it.”

“What, what now?!”

Jin rolls his eyes and turns his head up, looking at the ceiling. He brings his gaze down to you and slaps the phone from your hand and it drops onto the carpet with a thud.

“Hey what the heck! Why did you do that?!“ you whine. You pick it up. “Should I call him?”

“No? Why? Unless you’re calling him to break up with him.”

You ignore Jin’s piercing gaze and sigh. “I’ll text him that we’re over.”

“Good.”

He watches as you hesitate and second guess yourself. Sighing, he sticks a hand into the glass of water he had gotten you and flicks droplets of cold water on your face. You groan and bring your hand up to your cheek to wipe the water away.

“Hand it over. I’ll do it.” Jin holds out his hand. You stare at it and then look back at the phone. You reach your hand out and pass it to him. Jin clicks his tongue and pulls together a message. You squint your eyes, trying to read it.

“It’s over, scumbag.”

“Scumbag?”

“Asshole?” he questions, pressing the delete button and re-typing asshole.

“Better.” You mumble.

Jin presses send and you can hear the sound of the message disappearing into oblivion. Jin looks at you. You were really down tonight. You were slumped on the lounge room floor and bore no resemblance to the usual bubbly, bright and resolute girl he shared a home with, who wouldn’t be afraid to put him in his place.

Maybe the dating game had slowly chipped away at your self confidence and self respect, Jin thought. Or maybe the guys that you went out with just weren’t able to cope with such a strong-willed woman like yourself. He smirks to himself, idiots, all of them.

“If you want me to, I’ll block and delete his number.” He warns.

You go to reach out for the phone back and he retracts his hand, keeping it out of your reach.

“Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll give you ten seconds.” He begins to count down and you hit the floor with your hand in dispute.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five…”

“Press delete.”

He presses delete and it’s done.

Jin then takes the liberty to go through your phone, making sure that he’s also deleted the messages and has blocked the number. He realises that you had set your boyfriend as number one on speed dial. Annoyed, he changes your new ex to his number instead and holds your phone back out to you.

“I’m number one on your speed dial now. I’ll come for you whenever you need.” He says with earnest.

“Is this how you pick girls up?” you guip, laughing to yourself.

“What?” he scoffs. “Why would I give random girls my number? Are you crazy?”

“Don’t get mad if I call you by accident…” you say, slurring, pointing at him with an unsteady hand.

He gets up, pinching his boxers between his fingers and pulling them down slightly, re-adjusting them as they had crept up his legs.

“Do you mean it?” you ask Jin, looking at him through heavy lids.

“I do. I’ll be there for you.” He sighs and heads over to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. “Maybe just knock on my door first before barging in?”

You flush at the thought and hide your face in your hands. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” he takes a gulp, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He puts the glass on the counter. “She wasn’t really my style anyway.” He looks at you.

“Get up and go to sleep.” He says, moving over to you slumped on the rug. Jin extends his leg and pokes your shoulder with his foot. He sighs as he watches you pull yourself up and stumble to his bedroom.

“Wrong bedroom.” he utters. You freeze and turn back around, laughing goofily, your hair a mess. You smile sheepishly and head into your room, falling straight onto your bed.

To be continued.

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oh-styles · 7 years

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Something About a Touch

It took me a month, but I finally did it. If you haven’t read the first part, you can so here. I also want to thank @twerkit-hxrry for being my eyes and ears throughout this grueling ordeal, and for helping me write the ‘Niall bathroom scene’. Seriously, thank you.

This part is a little shorter than the one before, but there’s still more to come with these two. And with that being said, enjoy. x

Harry was fucked.

He knew it from the moment he opened Instagram to find you had gracefully accepted his follower request, and was met with what he could only describe as ‘the most strikingly beautiful selfie to ever grace the palms of the earth’ – and what didn’t help was it was the same picture you had taken on his sofa only the day before, an empty chow mien box laid discarded on the table by your side.

The caption read: ‘Chow mieny soy sauce you want?’

A heavy quake erupted deep in Harry’s throat, a sound he could only describe as an unmanly squawk, and he instantly goes to cover his agape expression as he retains the joke he had told you just the night before.

He doesn’t take a second to think before he quickly double taps the photo, only just before noticing Niall had gotten there first, and continues scrolling.

It’s only a quarter passed eleven that morning, and you’ve been gone for two hours, and the one thing keeping him calmly situated in the comfort of his sofa is your scent left lingering on the hoodie he has taken upon wearing the moment you stepped foot out of his house – the same hoodie you claimed as your own the night before when, after grumpily swinging your legs over the sofa with a deep exhale, you trudged over to his wing chair to steal the Muscle Machine hoodie he had hanging over the back.

“Were you born in the Arctic?”

After sharing your intricate meal of Chinese takeaway, it was left to his surprise when you brought up the idea to break out the wine, and it dawned on Harry quickly that the second you start to bat your eyelashes and pout your lip out, there’s no way he could ever say no to you.

Another thing he learned about you was you were, in fact, very dangerous.

The two of you sat on your opposite sides, passing the bottle back and forth as reruns of TopGear played on mute in the background, with only the sounds of your shared laughter left to fill the silence, which only became repellently boisterous to the point not much noise was managing to come out.

He hadn’t laughed like that in a while.

Harry has been notorious for being the ‘cuddly drunk’, and that night had been no exception. He wasn’t sure how he got there, but after downing half of the bottle after you told him he couldn’t do it, he gently laid his head on your shoulder as a SPCA commercial came on.

“I jus’ wanna adopt them all, y’know?” He slurred in your ear, grasping the bottle from your hand to rest on his lips. “They deserve all the love.”

“You’re right,” you start, cocking your head to the side as an imagine of a puppy in a cage appeared on the screen. Harry’s silent as he takes a quick swig, passing it back off to you. “Hope you don’t have cooties.”

“Y’just now worrying ‘bout m’cooties?”

And just like that, not sure where the confidence comes from, he lets his red-stained lips leave a trail up your jawline before landing on a spot below your ear. He didn’t kiss you, didn’t leave any marks, but just let his lips relish in the closeness, feeling the warmth leave your skin that seemed to give him an entire new level of comfort.

“I just want to build a farm and let them all run free.” You mutter into the bottle, taking the final remaining gulp. “You falling asleep on me?”

He hums into your neck, not finding any will or reason to move from his new spot; he thinks he’s found a new home himself, and would be happily to stay just where he is. But just as he’s gotten himself situated, and his eyes flutter close, you squirm beneath him and slowly begin to rise from your spot.

“Harr—hey, get off—” You push him lightly so he’s leaned against the back of the sofa, and when his eyes meet yours, glossy and half-open, the smallest hint of a smile played at the corners of his lips. “You’re so gone,” you begin, gently kicking him in the leg. “Where’s your bathroom?”

“Uh,” He sits up slowly, and instantly regrets listening to you call him a ‘pussy’ moments before he drank almost the entirety of the wine. “D-down the hall, first door.”

“Thanks,” you start to stamper off, before passing his kitchen and turning back around. “Might want to get some water in you. Didn’t know you were such a light weight.”

Harry doesn’t make a comment when he notices your slightly staggered movements and when you to go lean your arm against the wall for support.

It was sometime after midnight, the wine bottle laid empty and knocked over on the floor, that he found you cross-legged and hunched over, aimlessly flicking through television stations with your brows furrowed.

“Nothing ever on at this hour,” you mumble, resting an elbow on your knee. “Unless you’re into infomercials about sex toys.”

“Already have a ton saved to m’DVR,” Harry replies with a cheeky grin, watching from the corner of his eye as your serious expression immediately softened, and a light chuckle left your mouth. “My favorite are the nipple clamps. I got them in every color—”

“No fucking—so do I!”

And that’s when Harry realizes you were someone special.

When he woke up the next morning, he was aware of a few things, and the massive, throbbing sensation that was pulsating against his lower region was one of them. The second, to his surprise, was your figure curled up in a ball right before him, knees tucked closely to your chest, with his hoodie draped over your head, and the sleeves tucked tightly in your fists.

Most mornings when he was greeted with such an absurd disturbance, he wouldn’t put it passed him to either quickly rub one out in the comfort of his bed, or fall back asleep and hope that his morning visitor happily took its leave during his slumber.

But here he was, laid sprawled out on his sofa with you snuggled cozily in front of him, with an unmistakingly large bulge pushing through his pants. With any wrong, sudden movements, he could send you darting awake and being faced with what Harry could only imagine be enough to send you running out the door, and he isn’t sure if he can blame the fatigued mind on whether he’d be more upset with you running for the hills at the sight of his boner, or how he’d be losing yet another hoodie to a girl in the span of a day.

He can already feel himself begin to leak inside his pants, and so, with careful movements, he eases one leg over the edge, and then another, before he can carefully lift himself without much of a single movement out of you. If he didn’t have an extensive boner seconds away from exploding in his pants, he’d happily take a moment longer to admire you.

The second the lock on the bathroom door locks behind him, he reaches down toward the button of his jeans with shaky, clammy fingers. The fact that you are in the other room, sleeping soundly and at any second could wake up and go looking for him, is enough motivation to send him pushing his pants down to his knees, his hand instantly taking a hold of his swollen cock.

He sucks in a breath at the first pull, his hand carefully tugging over the head, the sensitivity already enough to send his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Harry realizes the second worst thing that could happen in that moment would be you waking up to the sound of him wanking off, the first one being you knocking on the door asking for him to hurry up because you need the loo.

For a quick finish, he opens every nasty, filthy, titillating thought he can muster up, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, as his fist pulls and tugs greedily at his cock. The tip is spilling over his hand, dribbles covering his cross, and he’s almost stunned at how quickly he feels the knot in his abdomen begin to clench. He can’t remember the last time he finished so quickly, even when he was fresh was from sleep and his body buzzed with sensitivity. He can’t even remember any particular dream that could be the reason behind why he was locked in his bathroom vigorously rubbing one out at 7 in the morning, but he doesn’t have a chance to wonder much longer, before the knot snaps, and a moan escapes his lips as his head is thrown back, and he’s spilling himself over his hand.

All he can hear is white noise and his heartbeat reverberating through his chest, and when he goes to open an eye to see the mess he made, he can’t but feel a weight lifted off his shoulders when his limp dick falls from his grasp.

He finds you unmoved from your spot when he returns, eyebrows furrowed with a small pout evident on your lips, as he, with careful limbs, maneuvers himself back into his side, after fetching a blanket and draping it over the two of you.

He promised himself he would never do it again – would never put himself in the position to do it again – but here he was, pants pushed down to his thighs, lips bitten between his teeth, as his hand rocked up and down his cock, small beads of precum bubbling at the tip. He tried to help it, diverted his eyes, even, but every time you managed to skip into the room flashing your bright smile as you came and went, talking to guests, and even jumping on Niall’s back to capture a photo of the two of you, he felt a burning in his abdomen, but it was different than the one he was feeling now.

It was in that moment he regrets answering Niall’s call to attend this small get-together he through together before he left for a week of promo. He thinks he’d be better off sitting at home watching nature documentaries instead of jerking it in his best mate’s bathroom, but here he was, regretting all life decisions that led him here.

Only a week had passed since you left his house in the late morning after the night of Chinese takeout and drunken cuddles, and he hadn’t heard from you since, except to thank him once again for letting you use his printer.

You still sauntered around his mind like you signed a lease and moved in, and what left him even more increasingly bewildered was how quickly you managed to reel him in and slither into the confines of his brain, sinking your hooks deep into your resting grounds like some sort of parasite.

He began to catch himself checking your social media for any small, mundane update, and no matter how hard he tried, he could never hide the cheesy grin that flashed along his face when you’d post a photo of a lonely cactus sitting on your window sill with the caption: ‘Don’t be such a prick.’

He made a mental note to himself that come your birthday, he’d get you a cactus.

He also made a secondary note to learn when your birthday was.

The first time he sees you since that night, he knew he had made a mistake. It was like out of some sort of movie, where the protagonist raises themselves out of a pool in slow motion, the water cascading down their skin, every inch of their body on show. Except for now, you weren’t in your appropriate swimwear, but your clothes, and instead of that charming smirk he’d only ever seen from you, it was a frightening scowl.

“You’re such a dick, you know that?” You tussled your fingers through your hair, and dabbed under your eyes as your makeup became to leave a trail down your cheeks. “The one day I don’t wear waterproof mascara! It’s like you fucking knew.”

The thing with white shirts and water is you can see through them, and what was visible underneath that shirt is what caused a burst of excitement to ignite like a lightning strike straight down to his dick, bringing it to life.

It was also in that moment he felt 13 all over again, where something as simple as a light breeze could send him running toward the nearest bathroom for a quick release.

And that he did.

He lifted his thumb to his tip, gliding it over the smooth skin, and pressed down as a shockwave of pleasure charged every nerve and left him feeling weightless. He can’t get the image out of his head, and he knows the longer he lets his mind linger the quicker this will be over with, and as much as he knows he can’t dwell in this euphoria for too long before people notice his absence, he likes the idea of how soft your hands would feel in replacement of his own.

How you’d grip the base with just the right amount of pressure, staring up at him with large eyes, and softly stroke up, letting small beads of precum bubble up at tip. You’d watch him intently, as his eyes tried hard to stay open and watch you revel in his cock, the way his lips lightly parted as you sunk closer and kissed the tip delicately.

How you’d lick up his head collecting the moisture, and twirling your tongue around the underside, small hums leaving your throat as you indulged yourself in his taste. You’d make sure to let him know how sweet he was, how easily he could turn into your favorite treat.

“Fuck, nobody has ever tasted this good.” You’d lick up the underside of his cock, putting pressure to his prominent vein, before going back down to suckle at his balls. “I’d stay down here all day if you’d let me.”

He thinks about how you’d ask him to hold your hair, how it would feel to be fisted in his grasp, about how you’d moan against him when he tugged and pulled at your roots to go against his pace. One hand would be on his exposed thigh, the other tugging and gripping his cock, your lips trailing not far behind.

“So big,” you’d mutter, pushing off for a quick breath. “Biggest I’ve ever seen.” Your hand would keep up the pace, as he rocked his hips with your movements. “Always wondered what it would feel like stretching my tight little cunt.”

He has to close his eyes, a harsh breath exhaling through his nose, at the mere thought of you practically begging for him to fill you up. You’d tell him how full you’d feel, how you’d be able to feel him for days after, and how you want him to fuck you until you’re seeing stars.

He’d happily fuck you until you couldn’t even remember what fucking month it was.

“Gonna cum,” he says, his eyes plastered closed as he pictures you sucking greedily at his cock, spit dripping from your chin as you hastily attempt to get him to his finish. “Gonna take every drop… Fucking asking for it, aren’t you?”

You’d nod against his shaft, your nose pushing against his tuft of pubes. His hand grips tighter as the image of you sucks harder, and with one hand cradling his balls, a rope breaks in his abdomen, and he’s sputtering everything he has onto his hand.

He’s not sure the last time he’s cum that hard.

Once he’s gathered himself back together, and tussles a quivering hand through his lightly damp hair, he emerges back into Niall’s living room where he finds you patting down your newly dried t-shirt.

How fucking long had he been gone?

Harry takes notice of your Stones shirt, and the increasingly large hole planted near your stomach, almost identical to the one he has now. You’re sat at the island of Niall’s kitchen, wearing one of his caddy caps.

“Looks good, right?” You say, adjusting it to fit appropriately to your head. “This could be the next big thing! Watch it come fall and all the girls will be wearing these.”

Niall barks a laugh, and reaches over the counter to grab it from your grip.

“Such a nutter,” he mutters under his breath. “Dry enough?” Niall points to your attire as he pops open a beer tab and slides it your way.

“You’re such a mom sometimes,” you lightly chuckle, hopping off of the bar stool and taking hold of your drink. “But yes, thank you for taking care of me, like always.”

Harry can’t ignore the tightness in his chest as the words leave your lips, and how the smile that finds itself on Niall’s face at your words makes him abruptly swallow the lump forming in his throat.

“This hole keeps getting bigger,” you say as you finger the material of your shirt delicately, “Do you have a safety pin or—”

“H,” Niall interrupts, his head cocking to the side to see him standing in the doorway, hands tucked deep in his pockets. “Where ya been, mate? Join the party.”

Niall fumbles through the fridge for a third beer, and pops the top, setting it in the spot next to you.

Harry can’t deny Niall and his hospitality, but as he settles himself next to your side, and he’s greeted with the same familiar sent that’s lingered on his hoodie for the days since he saw you last, the image of you on your knees hungrily sucking at his cock strides into his mind, and he can’t even look you in the eye for the remainder of the night.

Harry made a choice, one that didn’t take much thought, but as he was walking the aisles of a small record shop he’d taking a liking to, he spotted on the wall a similar pattern and design, neatly splayed with no rips and tears on display.

He doesn’t hesitate to find the appropriate size, and buys it without much of a second thought.

It’s only a couple days after seeing you at Niall’s party that he invites you back over for tea and, ‘Chinese or summat – I know a great sesame chicken recipe,’ and it’s when you’re standing in his kitchen as Harry hands you over your cup, that you notice an item sitting at your side.

“What’s this?” You furrow your eyebrows and scan the item hanging over the kitchen island. You finger the material and let a small smile rest along your lips. “Feels nice.”

“Well good, ‘cause it’s yours.” He says it so nonchalantly, almost like presenting gifts to you was a common occurrence. Your head instantly shot up, and you cock it to the side as you dart your eyes back and forth between Harry and the shirt.

“Why? I don’t—I mean, that’s very nice of you—”

“Saw the one you had, looked a little worse for wear…”

A comfortable silence fills the space between the two of you, and you let your fingers skim over the shirt once more before picking it up, and draping it over your arm.

“That’s so…. You didn’t have to—”

“Know I didn’t—I wanted to.” His dimple pops, and the next thing he knows is your arms are wrapped around his neck, your head buried into his shoulder, just like he had done with yours only a week prior.

“You’re so sweet.”

The next day, when he’s stretched himself over the length of his bed, hair matted to his head after is morning run, the first thing he notices while scrolling through Instagram is a pair of familiar eyes, and a very familiar shirt, with the caption the giftbox emoji.

It was like a hidden message you only knew he would get.

He double taps the photo, and doesn’t hesitate to screenshot the image, before pulling himself from his bed to take a shower.

Harry wasn’t just fucked. He was hook, line, and sinker fucked.

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04 | robot!jungkook

→ summary: it’s laundry day, but the power goes out. luckily, jungkook has a plan. → genre: tooth-rotting fluff, robot!au → warnings: unsafe laundry practices, i guess? use a bath mat, kids. → words: 2.2K → a/n: i churned this out on my phone just in time for googie’s birthday. and of course, what type of robofucker would i be if i didn’t write a drabble on this special day? happy jk day everyone!

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the lights go out just as you’re about to place your last dirty sock into the washing machine. the air conditioner sputters its last breath when you peek your head outside the laundry room, and you find the apartment completely silent. only two glowing orbs light up your now darkened living room, and you heave a sigh of relief when you see that jungkook hadn’t been sleeping in his charging pod.

“jungkook?” you call out, and the glowing orbs blink back at you. the soft sound of socked feet pads their way towards you, and you are suddenly faced with your android’s visage illuminated only by his own eyes. you notice his irises brighten when he sees that you are safe. he grasps your shoulders, perhaps to keep you anchored––or maybe himself, even. either way, you are thankful for his proximity.

“you’re fully charged, right? i have no idea how long this black out is going to last,” you murmur, dropping your sock tiredly into the currently dead washing machine. in truth, you had been procrastinating on your laundry for a while now, and had only decided to do it today out of pure necessity, lest you attend university tomorrow in the same hoodie you had been wearing for a week now. this morning, jungkook had gently suggested for you to do the laundry, as he had commented on the concerning pile of unwashed clothes growing in your room.

“yes, i’m quite alright for the next week or so. but you, on the other hand,” he sighs, and you allow a sheepish smile to grace your face. “this is what you get for not doing your laundry until the last minute.”

“do i smell that bad?” you lift your arm curiously, and the mysterious scent that wafts its way into your nostrils is answer enough. “yikes, forget i asked. besides, you don’t even have olfactory senses so how would you know?”

“i don’t need a nose to see that you have had the same soy sauce stain on your left elbow for the last three days,” he says pointedly. you rub the stain protectively, offended on the soy sauce’s behalf.

he gazes at your sad pile of laundry with a thoughtful look. “i can’t let you rewear any of those clothes, either. as your personal android and your friend, i cannot allow you to sink that low.”

“thanks for the concern.” you roll your eyes, but the grin on your face betrays you. “well, what am i supposed to do? the power probably isn’t going back on in a while, if we’re lucky. no power means no washing machine.”

it’s true. outages have been happening more recently after the government has started trying to combat the slowly rising number of android rebels. by limiting power in certain “hot spots,” they are hoping to quench future uprisings by cutting off the power where vengeful androids are said to be lurking.

to answer your question, jungkook only shrugs his shoulders unhelpfully. you flick him on the forehead, the sound of nail hitting skull pleasant to your ears. “what a smart robot you are,” you laugh, sidestepping him to leave the cramped laundry room. “well, since you’re here, help me look for the candles and flashlights with those smart robot eyes you have, will you?”

he pouts sulkily at your teasing as he navigates through the dark living room expertly. you catch him mutter something like ‘i am a smart robot though…’ but you can’t be certain. moments later, he comes back with a flashlight in his hand. you switch it on, and you see that he had been in the middle of preparing dinner when the power went out.

“oh dang. we can’t even cook food either. we shouldn’t have switched to an electric stove,” you groan, staring sadly at the opened ramen packets. you stroke them sadly, as if mourning a loved one, and you hear jungkook snort at your theatrics. “shh… it’s alright, mister ramen noodles… you’ll soon join my stomach acids another day.”

“oh stop it. i’ll order you some pizza instead. in the meantime, go fill the tub with water. i have an idea on how to wash your clothes,” jungkook says, leaving you with no time to question his plans. he steps inside your room to get your phone, but you rush to follow him. he couldn’t serious, right?

“are you implying what i think you’re implying?” you splutter after him, but jungkook pays your whining no mind. he locates your phone by your bedside table, and dials the pizza place down the street. he shoos you away with his free hand, mouthing for you to fill the tub before greeting the lady on the other end. “ah yes. hello mister kim. it’s jungkook again. y/n wants her usual...”

huffing indignantly, you realize gravely that he really is implying what you think he’s implying. with great reluctance and a heavy heart fit for a funeral, you go to the bathroom to do as he had requested. as much as you hate to do it, it is clear that washing your clothes by hand will have to do, unless you want to go to school in your dirty clothes for the umpteenth time.

since your old tub takes forever to fill, you are still sitting idly on the edge of the bath when jungkook returns from his call. he hauls your laundry basket inside the bathroom, and he does not seem impeded at all by the sheer mass of it. in fact, the heap of clothes is so tall that you could only see the peaks of his fluffy brown hair and his strong arms encircled around the basket before he dropped it unceremoniously onto the bathroom floor. he groans exaggeratedly, pretending to crack his back even though the both of you know he could lift this very apartment complex if he so desired.

he laughs heartily when he sees your disgruntled face, and proceeds to go sit beside you. his large form leaves almost no space for the two of you, so both of your knees have knock into each other for room. it devolves into a squabble, where his muscular legs outmatch your own twiggy ones into quiet acquiescence. not one to lose like a dignified individual, you raise your legs up petulantly, laying them on his lap when he refuses to move aside. his hands immediately go to rub your calves, an automatic response from all the times you’ve done this before.

“so. ready to wash your clothes the old fashion way?” he chirps happily. the excitement in his eyes is unsettling, to say the least. his over enthusiasm for all things laundry related is unsettling, period. which is to say, your own fervor for laundry is on the lower side of spectrum, so perhaps his passion for clean clothes is just average, you aren’t quite sure.

“not in particular, no. i’d really prefer it if you just let me roll around in my filth. or better yet, why don’t you clean my laundry while i sit back and watch your muscle-y arms flex and do all the work?” you smirk, loving the way your android’s cheeks are dusted a light pink from your words. he sticks a tongue in his cheek, a mysterious glimmer in his eye.

“sure,” he says too easily, and you watch as he shoves his arm deep into the laundry basket. he riffles around for a moment, before wrenching it out to show that he had grabbed––

“oh my god, you absolute brat!” you whine, snatching your black lace panties out of his hands. he laughs loudly at your equally pink face as you hug the fabric to your chest.

“what? i thought you said you wanted me to do all the work? well, hand it over!” he grins, mischievous energy coursing through his circuits. you rue the day you had allowed him to develop a sense of humor (if you could even call it that, seeing as how you are often the butt end of his jokes.)

“ha ha, very funny. fine, let’s start washing then,” you grumble, reaching for a more innocuous pair of shorts to start with.

the two of you work in peaceful silence. to his credit, he allows you to clean your unmentionables while he focused more on the more difficult clothes like your jeans and jackets. he makes quick work of them too, as it seems like he has had experience doing this in the past (or not. jungkook just has an affinity for many things, regardless of whether he has attempted them in the past or not. curse him and his perfect android programming.)

when you feel your arms grow heavy from exhaustion, you resort to using your feet instead. you stand up in the tub, stomping not unlike a child in your weird, mushy clothes swamp. you snicker when a particularly hard splash drenches the front of jungkook’s shirt, but the grin fades from your face when he quickly stands up. his large, formidable form dwarfs you and you squeak in surrender, but it is too late. he jumps into the bath with you, soaking you and your bathroom floor in the process.

“you robodickhead!” you complain, but a laugh escapes your throat regardless. he holds onto your arms, careful so that you don’t slip and hit your head like a moron. but in the process, he finds himself pulling you closer to him, and the sudden sensation of a warm chest flush against your own causes you to sober up all too quickly. your hands, finding nowhere to go, place themselves almost too comfortably onto his sturdy chest. his shirt is still wet from when you had splashed him, and you find that this is the beginning of your undoing as you could literally feel every crevice of his beautifully sculptured pecs underneath your palms.

“are you okay? i’m sorry.” jungkook voice rumbles, the deepness of it causing you to wet your lips in turn. his hands snake their way from the tops of your arms and down to your waist; the artificial warmth from his palms seeping its way past your soaked shirt. despite this, you feel the shivers wrack your body.

“yeah. sorry for splashing you.” your voice is hoarse, unsure. it is instances like this where the line between human and android starts to blur, and you find yourself thinking what would happen if you just erased the distance between yourselves and just called him yours.

but of course, that was ridiculous. the line was there for a reason, wasn’t it?

…

wasn’t it?

“nah, it’s fine. i like it when we get wet,” he says, but the words seem to have left his tongue without him noticing. he slaps a hand to his mouth, scandalized. the tips of his ears burn adorably. “oh my god, i didn’t mean it like that! i just meant that––“

but you’re already laughing, the force of it making your shoulders shake from the effort. “it’s fine, guk! i get it. don’t be such a prude. even you are privy to the occasional dirty joke. it’s cool.”

he still frowns unsurely. “is it really?”

in lieu of a response, you reach for his hands, placing them back on your waist. his eyes widen comically at your brazenness, despite his hands having been there just moments ago (on his own volition, no less.) you place your own on his shoulders, and start rocking his body to and fro. he stumbles a bit at first, but he soon finds his footing as you direct him side to side. you both sway to an imaginary beat, your feet sloshing your laundry around.

“what are we doing?” he asks, but he continues swaying with you anyway. the two of you stand closer together, so close that he could count your eyelashes if he wanted to. (and he does. you have 163 on your right and 159 on your left. both odd, but perfect to him.)

“dance with me.” you say more than ask, and he goes along with it. just as he always has.

the two of you sway like that for what feels like hours. even when your feet get pruny and your eyes get heavy with sleep; you sway.

when he sees your shoulders start to sag, he wraps an arm around your waist and lifts your legs up. water drips from your toes as he carries you to your bedroom, your head lolling to the side. your eyes shut before they even reach the pillow. he tucks you in with your blanket, making sure to bring it up to your chin, just how you like it.

he goes to leave you in peace, but it is there––the nagging urge in the back of his mind, egging him on to do something he had been wanting to do again for the longest time.

he whispers, “y/n?” you snore in response, and it brings a small smile to his face. out like a light, as he had known.

it is only once he is sure that you are deeply asleep when he finally finds the courage to lower his lips unto yours, and a sigh leaves both your lips––content.

––♡♡♡––

when you awaken the next morning, you have a fresh hoodie waiting for you in your closet.

#BangtanWriters-Net #btswriters #gguknet #bts scenarios #bts #bts imagines #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagines #jungkook fluff #bts fluff #jeon jungkook #hewwo im writing this at 10pm but my jetlagged ass is like 'no u must die NOW'#anyway i hope this is semi-coherent bc i didnt edit this goodbye #my robo tag

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AAAAAHHHH I thought your selfie was an art of Natasha on her off days lounging in comfy clothes with an unidentifiable condiment stain (somehow carrot color? are there orange condiments?) on her jacket

ASDFG IT’S HAIR DYE FROM WHEN I DYED MY HAIR TWO WEEKS AGO AND IMMEDIATELY SLOPPED A TABLESPOON’S WORTH OF BRIGHT RED DYE DIRECTLY ONTO MY LAPEL

#NOT SHOWN: THE 9348754893 SOY SAUCE STAINS ALREADY ON THE GODDAMN THING #i love the hoodie so much the sochi olympics patterns are my literal forever favorite BUT #IT'S WHITE #WHITE!!!!!!!!!!#A WHHITE HOODIE!!!!!!!#HOW CAN I BE EXPECTED! TO KEEP IT CLEAN!#yap yap #Anonymous

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jasperwritingdump · 6 years

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Mine

“Dante?” Melody tapped on my shoulder, dragging me from my thoughts. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Y-yeah.” I knitted my eyebrows together. “What were you saying again?”

I studied my friend, her natural blonde hair tumbling in soft curls over her shoulders. Her emerald eyes sparkled at me, begging me to look deeper into them.

“I was saying that I’m finding it harder and harder to say no to Brennan. He just keeps asking to be with me.”

I sighed, looking away from my friend. I had this lovely piece of information about a guy that was trying to get with my best friend.

“Mel-”

“Hey!” I was rudely interrupted by the red haired, hazel eyed prick named Brennan.

“Speak of the devil.” I muttered.

“What was that freakwad?”

Brennan sat down beside Melody, smiling as he did. I looked away from Brennan resting my elbow on my knee and pressed my chin into my palm, staring at the playground full of children. Mothers and Fathers watched their children running about the gravel covered playground, climbing about the equipment.

“Hey, freakwad. You spacing out or daydreaming like a teenage girl with a crush.” Brennan lightly smacked my knee with the back of his hand.

A growl rised up into my throat, but went no further. I didn’t like Brennan, never have, but part of that was because he was a player. I would go as far as to say he was a man wh- No… That’s quite rude. I stared at Brennan, watching the lust inside of his eyes grow when he looked at Melody.

“So, Melody. What were you and…” Brennan peered at me. “Blue head talking about before I arrived?”

“Various things of course.”

“Oh? Like what?”

“Just odds and ends, the miscellany.”

“I see.”

I licked my dry lips and stood up. I looked down at Melody, sighed and said goodbye. Melody smiled at me, waving with her tiny, delicate fingers. Oh, how I wanted to take those fingers in my hands and kiss each and every one of them. I bit my lip and looked away before turning around, walking off. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans, walked past the playground and out of the park.

* * *

I stared at the flickering screen of the old box t.v. that was sitting on it’s stand. I was mindlessly watching the first of the Lord of the Rings movies. It took a minute or two to realize that the doorbell was ringing. I snapped out of my daze and stood up from the old, rather faded blue couch. It had quite a few stains from where my bunny, Scotch, pissed on it. I passed Scotch’s cage when I headed to the door, he was busy chewing on some grass, his black beady eyes staring out into space.

I opened the door, leaning against it and found myself facing Melody. “Oh, hey.”

Melody smiled at me. “Hey yourself.”

“What’s up?”

Melody raised a bag of take out up, grinning. “Got your favourite!”

I sniffed that air, and smirked. “Smells good.”

I stepped away from the door and let Melody inside. Melody peered into the living room and looked at me, eyebrow raised.

“Lord of the Rings?”

“Yeah is there a problem with that?” I asked, closing the door.

Melody chuckled, and wandered into the living room, quickly saying hello to Scotch. I watched Melody sit down on the couch and start pulling out the food from the take out bag. I bit my lip before walking into the living room, sitting down beside Melody.

“So, Dante… You were going to say something before Brennan showed up.”

My eyebrows knitted together, making me think for a couple of minutes. “Oh, yeah. Melody?”

“Yes…”

“I wanted to tell you something about Brennan.” I bit my lip and looked away from Melody. “He’s just trying to get in your pants.”

“Wait, what?”

I looked over at Melody who was holding a soy sauce packet. “Brennan is the biggest player I know, and he doesn’t even want to be with you just because he likes you.”

“Dante… Look me in the eyes and tell me exactly what he wants, if you are telling me the truth.”

I bit my lip again, and then slowly looked Melody dead in the eye. “Brennan just wants to F*** you”

Melody slowly put down her food, and picked up her phone. I watched as she dialed, what I assumed was Brennan’s number, and called him.

“Brennan…”

I watched Melody, listening to her half of the conversation. Eventually I looked away finding the situation too uncomfortable.

“Don’t lie to me!”

Melody stood up, starting to pace around the room with her cell phone still pressed against her ear. Just listening to the conversation sounded heated, it was also very opening about just how scary Melody could be when angry.

“Oh, really? Then why don’t you come fight him!”

I squeaked slightly, hearing the fact that I was nominated for a fighting match.

“Melody.” I hissed, getting her attention.

“What?!” She mouthed.

“Are you really going to get me to fight him?”

“Why not, you’ve done stuff like it before.”

I groaned falling back on the couch. Everything was being blown out of proportion. I was simply trying to protect my best friend.

“Fine! We’ll see you then.” Melody hung up the phone, and looked at me. “Come on Dante! You can do this for me right?”

“Melody when I get into fights for you it’s for good reason.”

I looked at Melody and became lost in her sparkling eyes. Once again I felt like I was drifting within a sea of neverending emerald current.

“Oh?” Melody stuck her hands on her hips. “And what would that ‘good reason’ be?”

“That ‘good reason’ would be the fact that I love you Melody Winters.” I retorted, having no thought to what I just said.

“D-Dante…” Melody stammered.

Finally cluing into what I just said I sat there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling. I had just confessed my own love to Melody… Maybe now I could take it a step further and kiss her cute face.

“You… you really love me?”

“Yes, Melody. I do.”

I stood up from the couch and with one foot in front of the other, I walked up to Melody with confidence. It didn’t take me long to grab Melody’s face between my hands and bring her into a deep, harsh kiss. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and head. Melody hesitated at first and then melted into the kiss. Her arms slithered up around my neck and her fingers locked together.

I pulled away from Melody, looking down at her finding myself as usual, lost in her eyes. “Your eyes are so beautiful.”

Melody’s face went bright red, and she looked away from me. “Don’t tell me that.”

“Why not?”

“Because it makes me blush.”

I smiled and found Melody’s weak spot, tickling her sides. Melody giggled and as she did I told her every little perfection about her. Melody broke away from my grip escaping to the couch.

“You think that will stop me?”

“No but works for now.”

I chuckled, and walked over to the couch sitting down. “So when is this so called fight?”

“Later around nine.”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright.”

* * *

Melody giggled twisting on her side as I was once tickling her sides. The doorbell rang, and I huffed in annoyance. I carefully placed Melody on the couch beside me and got up to answer the door. Scotch was jumping around on the floor, mindlessly chewing on newspaper that I had laid out for him. I opened the door to find Brennan standing outside of my house.

“What do you want?”

“I want this fight, right now.”

Brennan grabbed onto the collar of my shirt and yanked me out of my house onto the ground. I grunted when I landed on my back, on the cement pathway. I sat up on my elbows and looked at Brennan whose eyes were filled with fire brought straight up from hell.

“Brennan, let’s give this thought.”

“No thought freakwad! Just action.”

Brennan jumped down from the small rectangular porch and threw his fist into my face. My elbows slipped from beneath me, scrapping some skin off. I heard a small scream from Melody who clearly heard the scuffle and came to check on me. Brennan moved to punch me again, but I rolled out of the was and knocked Brennan to the ground by kicking his feet out from underneath him. I sat up wiping the blood that was dripping from my nose.

“Just action Brennan?”

“Just action freakwad.”

Melody scrambled out of the house and down the steps. “Dante?”

“No Melody, he wants a fight.”

“You’ll get hurt!”

I peered towards Melody from the corner of my eyes. “I don’t care at this point, someone need to get it through this prick’s mind that you are officially off limits.” I snapped.

Melody stared at me, her eyes were showing fear and I knew that I scared her. Brennan got up and moved towards me. I got up to my feet and to the side spat out blood stained saliva. Brennan and I grabbed onto each other, grappling with each other. Brennan managed to make his knee connect with my guy several times before I could break away.

“Are you done freakwad?”

“Done? I haven’t even started.”

Brennan grinned and stumbled towards me. I pulled my hand back, curled it into a fist and then flung it forwards making it connect with Brennan’s face. There was a sickening crack, and when I pulled my hand away I shook it, fingers throbbing. I knew my hand was broken and my mother was going to kill me when she finds out that she was going to have to take me to the hospital. I watched Brennan wipe his mouth smearing blood onto his hand.

“Dante…”

I looked up at Melody, she looked worried but I couldn’t deal with it right now. “You can wait to deal with my injuries afterwards.”

Brennan moved towards me and I took him by the shirt, pushing him past me into the wall of the house. I huffed and yanked my hoodie off, tossing it up onto the railing of the porch. I moved over to the dazed Brennan, gripped onto the red strands of his bangs and started to slam my fist several times into his face.

“DANTE FREDRICK FENNINGWAY!” My mother’s voice yelled at me from the yard gateway.

Looking up, I became distracted by my mother who had steam teaming from her ears, and a demon glaring at me from within her eyes.

“Mom?” I frowned, confused as to why she was home early.

Being distracted gave Brennan the perfect advantage, because he brought his knee up to my crotch. My face contorted into pain and I fell off Brennan to the side. I heard a gasp from Melody and my mother rushed into the yard. I watched as my mother took Brennan by the collar of his shirt and escorted him out of the property. Melody reached my side and pulled me up into a sitting position. My mother stormed over to me, this rather pissed off look on her face.

“Dante Fenningway, you better tell me what the hell is going on!”

I peered up at my mother while I continued to hold my throbbing crotch. “In my defense I was protecting myself.

“I don’t care if you were protecting yourself, you better tell me what’s going on, and you better do it pretty damn fast.”

I sighed, knowing that if I didn’t tell her she was just going to keep pressing me about it. “This guy was trying to get into Melody’s pants, I finally confessed my love to her, and he wanted to fight over her, so I obliged.”

I could see the fire in my mother’s eyes die down as I told her what was happening. “My god Dante… All this has happened because of Melody.”

My mother looked over at Melody, smiling at her since she hadn’t seen her in a few weeks. Melody helped me to my feet and brushed me off.

“Yes mom, all because of Melody.”

My mother smiled at me. “Well then I guess that means she is more than just your best friend.”

“That obvious huh?”

“Now I take it that you’re going to need to go to the hospital.”

“Well I did break my hand.”

My mother nodded, and then lead both Melody and I to the car. We piled into the car, and my mother drove to the hospital in silence. Melody rested her head on my shoulder since we were both sitting in the back seat. I looked down at Melody and smiled at her with the biggest smile I could produce. Melody looked up at me, allowing me to get lost in her emerald eyes once again.

“You are so beautiful, and all mine.”

“All yours?”

“Well I am your boyfriend now… so yes all mine.” I smiled down at Melody and ran my fingers through her golden hair.

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