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skxllz · 2 years

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But Eddie with a gf who has stretch marks on her legs and stomach?

How woud he react to her being shy and insecure about them and not wanting to show Eddie her body bc she's embarrassed (•////•)

- 🌚 anon

I'm so sorry I took so long to reply to this :'') every time I typed something out, my brain would freeze. I finally managed to write something- hopefully it isn't too bad 💔 (is it in headcanon formation? yes. I was too lazy to actually write an imagine ^^" )

sweetheart, seriously? you'd really think this man would give one damn about those itty bitty vines, that only defined the beautiful blossoming of your body as a whole? for real? well, let me save you a whole poetry slam of a complete stanza; he doesn't - never will.

wearing long sleeved shirts, or just baggier t-shirts to hide away the stretched tissue of your skin easier, should've been a dead giveaway from the beginning. though, seeing as how you and eddie were friends beforehand and he knew of your taste in clothing, which quite frankly was a variety of multiple interests, he knew you were one to wear clothing items that most-of-the-time swallowed your upper frame. if he saw you in sweats, it clearly was a lazy day or the time of your monthly visit from the fucking devil. if you wore baggy jeans - well, it just meant you were feeling more free or just wanted to be comfortable. so, all in all, the boy was oblivious to your insecurities. when you two began dating, he noticed the increase of bigger sweaters, bungy hoodies and shirts a size or two, too big... but it was more of a thing that flew to the back of his mind; he brushed it off because he was so used to seeing you dress your way. but a few months later, he caught on - finally.

you would avoid swimming during gym class, when spring would roll around. usually, you'd make up an excuse - your period, or some complete bullshit like ‘ sorry, my irritable bowl syndrome is acting up! ’. is it embarrassing? totally, but since it makes the teacher uncomfortable, they don't question it and send you right to the nurse. a habit of pulling the short-sleeves of your shirt down if they get bunched up too far had also become noticeable; eddie finding it cute at first, thinking maybe it's just a new nervous tick, but as time carried on it concerned him - you did it in general, sure, but you constantly did it in his presence. lastly, the avoidance of any flirting that ended up on the topic of nudity. with him showing his body? you either got really excited, or seriously flustered, but never bothered. however... whenever he even mentions sliding his hands up your shirt, let alone anything else, your face twists into an unreadable expression and you blow him away with some quick babble, before running off. this lead eddie to think maybe he was doing something wrong, perhaps overstepping boundaries or rushing you, simply because he can be oblivious, but after overhearing a conversation between you robin he finally clicked into his brain about what was wrong.

like any other thursday, he strolled down the corridor of the school that led to the club-based rooms in the back; a basement like, dingy smell filling the air the further he glided, ringed hand dragging along the wall. it was after school hours, approximately two after the last class had been dismissed - while his dnd gatherings were on fridays, your creative writing club took place on the second to last day of the school week, due to the fact that thursdays were more accurate for busy minds and because the day circled around old english itself. yeah, pretty odd. but, like always, he was on his way to pick you up; it was routine and always has been. just as his lazed, tired figure reached the oak wood door, hand reaching to the worn silver handle, he paused.

“ I just.. I don't know, robin. ” the brunette heard you mumble out to the blonde girl that was apart of you guys' outer friend group. she tended to sometimes stay after school with you, just so she can steer away from steve once in a while - he guess it was one of those days. silently, he'd place a hand to the door, only to cringe once his rings made the littlest clack of noise. you didn't seem to hear, however, so he focused on listening. “ I want to go further - it's not that I don't, and it's not like I don't trust eddie.. ” while you spoke, the slightest tremble could be heard; only seeming to appear more audible once you inhale. he could only imagine you running your hands through your hair nervously, like you always do. “ I'm just not.. I don't.. ” it was quiet for a moment, before robin spoke up; her voice soft, and oddly wobbly. “ you're still worried about how he'll think of you.. aren't you? ”. eddie looked through the small window within the door after that, only to you turned to her, nodding your head.

the conversation wasn't brought up after that. he acted like, to you at least, that he heard nothing - nada, zilch, not a word. but that didn't mean the words didn't play on repeat on his mind, in a loop, over and over. it began effecting his concentration during dnd matches, as well as making him zone out when a conversation took place. his mind would just drift, recalling the discussion until it'd drive him so far, that he'd rub his eyes in frustration and storm away to the confinements of his own presence. whether it be locked in the school bathroom, his own room or speed walking off to the quarry where he could clear his head. it was becoming a quick follow up of a frequent occurrence, so of course you confronted him one day at his locker.

a hand pushed into the door of the open locker, only to slam it shut with a loud squeak and click. eddie's eyes widened in alarm, but when he turned to the source, he only spotted you; frown pulling deeply at your lips and brows knitted so close together, he'd swear the edges of them would mound together into one. “ you.. okay? ” he'd question slowly, head dipping rhe slightest bit while doe eyes dramatically widened. although your boyfriend was known for being extra, you had none of it; skipping right to the blunt question on the tip of your tongue. “ why have you been acting weird? and don't say you haven't.. because your friends, our friends, will be right behind me to back me up. so tell me, eddie, what's going on? ”

eddie was hesitant to tell you, to voice that he actually eavesdropped on an important and personal topic, but with the predicament he was facing.. he had no choice but. obviously, he wanted until you two were in the contents of his trailer, but even after he dropped the bomb, he didn't expect you to... go so quiet. maybe you scolding him and chewing his ear off, maybe even a bit of a screaming match, but for you to fall to the expectations of a quiet mouse? it spooked him.

with a lowered head, you explained to him what actually went on in your head. the best you could, at least. you didn't go into too much detail about what all you were insecure about, but you did dig deep on some past events, and explained the marks on your body were not something you were proud of. it was nothing to be ashamed of, stretch marks were natural, but you just thought they didn't fit your form. models could wear them with no effort, movies stars could rock them all the way to their grave, but you? you were just a girl with a small group of friends, and very little school mates that talked to you. you were never really flashy with clothes, except the few skirts you wore for certain outings or occurrences. flaunting your skin was just not common for you, and it wasn't like you did it with someone special before... so, having a boyfriend, who one day you were bound to have sex with? It left a bad taste in your mouth from fear.

god.. but eddie? his heart literally shattered at the confession. seeing tears build up in the corners of your eyes made his chest ache in ways he didn't know was possible. to make matters even worse, when you tried to look at him, you instantly had to squeeze your eyes shut and turn your head away; too far into the pit that opened up, to where you were on the verge of crying. when a small hiccup left past your lips, is when the metalhead finally dove forward and scooped you into his arms.

eddie munson, vowed to the oath by his very uncle, that he'd always treat people with respect unless deemed otherwise. he'd treat his partner like royalty, he wouldn't dare judge them for the flaws they couldn't control or simply needed help with. even grimacing at something so natural that was meant to be presented on the human body, would leave him with the dignity of a fucking sewer rat. he knew you didn't see him as a horrible person, and that it was actually just a bad clouding of thoughts in your head, which is why he decided to show you how much he cared.

soft pets to your head would be given, while gentle presses of his lips would be melted into your hair. he'd constantly whisper windy praises, so supple and sweet into your ear. since he didn't want to spook you, he'd wait it out patiently; watch as you calm down, your face slacking into a serene state that told him he'd succeeded in making you feel at least a little okay. that'd make him carry on with laying you down alongside him, him caressing the back of his folded knuckle down the alignment of your face and across hour cheek. gentle kisses placed to each feature; cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, the corners of your mouth that'd slowly turn upwards. and, as he gazes into your eyes with a happy grin, he'd kiss your lips fully.

an inhale deep through his nose, while the hand that'd been constantly busy with your face, dragged down your shoulder onto to later on dip across your hip. soft caresses, breezy touches and squeezes. your shirt would be lifted, him of course asking permission beforehand. he'd lead butterfly kisses down your face, across the lining of your jaw, over your throat's column and peppered over your collarbones. a slow drag of his touch down your chest, before pulling up to bunch your shirt up more. his eyes, upon landing on the beautified lines across your stomach, and hips, lite up; taking in your middle half with a breathless laugh of glee. he'd be overjoyed you'd finally let him see you.. this part of you. before you could even doubt him, or yourself, he's swooping down to kiss at your skin; playful nips given in between.

you'd never think it'd actually be such a joy to let your boyfriend see you so vulnerable, cheeks even sticky with old tear stains, but jeez - were you wrong. with the way he practically worshipped you, it had your heart thumping in unrhythmic bumps; not keeping a steady tune since your heart strings were being tugged on. in a good way. when eddie began dragging his teeth over your stomach, looking up to your as a smirk grew on his open lips, a gasping laugh left you and you instantly tried to curl up and away from him. It tickled and he fucking knew it, which is why he held your down; one hand firmly on your hip, pressing it into the old couch you laid across, while he other hand curled around the upper flesh of your thigh. he laughed along with you, not even taking a moment to stop at his affectionate attack.

the night carried on like that, all playfulness and laughter and eddie showing you he isn't afraid of breaking society's standards, once again. he loves you, deeply, and would give you the actual world if he could. of course, he didn't know by helping you face your insecurities instead of getting upset with you... that he already did give you the world.

hi, I did not proof read over this. I'm sorry if there are errors or that my brain got jumbled at one point and things don't make sense. um.. hopefully this is enjoyable anyways :''')

#dev replies #ask vany #stranger things #st #eddie munson #eddie munson hc #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson x reader

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ino3zi · 2 years

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﹐ ☓ TITLE. JUST DINNER

﹐ ☓ TRIGGER WARNINGS. Beckett knows nothing about a date?! Beckett and date in the same sentence?!? 🥲

﹐ ☓ SETTING. September 22’

﹐ ☓ W/C. 1.9K words

﹐ ☓ korean is bold while english is regular!

﹐ ☓ the outfit

He had every right to be nervous, right? Because not only was he going on what he could presume was a date but he was going on a date with the person he has been crushing on for the past month or so. But to tie it all together was the fact that it was his very first date. He had never been on a date before, and he would gladly admit that. But there was some part of him that was shameful that he had never been on a date while another part of him just didn’t care. But one thing was for certain and that was that he was nervous.

And the required help he asked to help him wasn't helping. The younger girl laughed at the male who rubbed his temples in anguish. ‘I’m asking for help and you're laughing at me.’ He scolded the younger girl who stopped laughing at him to rub her chin thinking. He shook his head taking off the jacket he had shown her as she was quiet before speaking. ‘I’m 12 Beckett. You shouldn't have asked me to help. Why not, mom?’ She rolled her eyes at her older brother who sighed taking a seat on his bed. Beckett picked up the phone. ‘Just wear the first outfit, it was good. Even if they don't like your outfit all that matters is that you made a good impression on them with your personality and if they value your looks over your personality, then too bad for them.’ Beckett couldn't help but smile at the words. Sure at times, his little sister could be a butthole but she was nice and helpful when it came to helping him out.

‘Thank you. I'll pay you back in whatever you want next time you're here.’ He spoke placing the outfit on from before. She applauded him for his appearance. ‘I should always get paid for helping you but I’ll leave you to finish getting ready for your date. Remember Beckett your personality is what matters not your looks. Love yah!’ Beckett rolled his eyes as she hung up before he could say I love you back. That was Noémie for you. He stood looking at himself in the mirror. As much as he wanted to believe what Noèmie had said he couldn't. He switched the jacket out for a brown leather jacket which made the outfit a little bit better. With his keys, phone, and wallet he went on his way.

He arrived at the restaurant perhaps an hour early. Even though he didn’t know exactly what time they would be meeting. And he couldn’t exactly text them and ask where they were because of one simple fact. He didn’t have their number. But they did manage to tell him what restaurant they would be meeting at which was a local Korean barbecue place not far from where he lived or far from the University. And as luck would have it, he didn’t have to wait long for them to show up because 15 minutes later they arrived smiling at him as they made their way over to the table where he was sitting.

‘You weren't waiting long, were you?’ They asked as they placed their jacket over the back of their chair before taking a seat. Beckett was quick to shake his head no as they smiled glad they hadn't ruined the evening by being late. But Beckett thought they were just in time. As the waiter came over to ask them what meat they would enjoy grilling. After ordering samgyeopsal, galbi, and deung-sim the waiter left them to converse. ‘You wanna know something? I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you and anything but some sweats and a hoodie. I like the change.’ Beckett felt his cheeks get hot at their words. Maybe he did decide to dress out a little more rather than sticking to what he was comfortable with. Maybe because he wanted to impress them or just because he was going out in public. There was no telling.

‘Yeah. I wanted to try something different. It would've been rude of me to come here dressed in that.’ They nodded and smiled placing their hand over their heart in a flattering matter making Beckett laugh. ‘All for me. I'm flattered. But you could've come dressed up however you'd like. I would've still enjoyed my time with you.’ Those words made Beckett’s heart beat against his chest like a drum. There it was again. Coming to mess up Beckett’s day. Those stupid feelings of his. ‘Really? I wish you would've told me that earlier because I was freaking out over what to wear. But I'm glad to have gotten some help from my sister then.’ He chuckled as they did the same. The smile they wore was genuine and it matched the look in their eyes. A look of kindness and general curiosity.

‘You know. How about we try something? 2 truths and one lie. Just to get to know each other better.’ They suggested as Beckett nodded agreeing. They had agreed that they would start out the game. ‘I’m the oldest of 2 children. I grew up on a farm. And I'm not really good at music production.’ Beckett looked deep in thought at what they had just told him. One he didn’t know if they had another sibling or not because this was the first date so he couldn’t pass that went off as a lie. Two he thinks that could be a lie because they give off city vibes more instead of rural vibes. And three he was uncertain because he had never heard any of the music that they had produced so there was that. ‘I think it's the third one.’ But from the smile that had appeared on their face, he knew that he had gotten it wrong. They shook their head.

‘Nope. I didn't grow up on a farm. And to be honest, I’m the oldest of 2 kids. I'm the first son while my brother is the youngest. As well as I am pretty good at music production. Maybe next time you’ll get it right but it’s your turn now.’ Beckett smiled at that before thinking of his truths and lie. He had them right then and there. ‘I haven't been living in Korea for more than 5 years. I didn't know Korean until I was 5 years old. And this is my first date ever.’ They smirked and looked at him perhaps trying to figure out which one was the lie. They sat back in their chair arms crossed over their chest with a smirk on their face. Beckett raised an eyebrow at them as they began to speak. ‘Number three has to be the lie. There’s no way you haven’t been on a date before and if it is actually true I feel so flattered that I’m your first date.’

Now it was Beckett’s turn to shake his head. They look surprised that they had managed to get it wrong. ‘It hurts me to know you got it wrong. The actual lie was that I haven’t been living in Korea for five years. I’ve been living in Korea for six years now as I started living in Korea in 2016 with my birth mother. Number two and Number three were right. Number two I did start learning Korean at the age of five years old because none of my family spoke it. And number three is right and I’m flattered that you’re flattered to be my first date.’ They smiled widely at that comment laughing softly as the waiter came back with their food and 2 bottles of soju.

Beckett watched in amazement as they took control, cooking the meat on the grill in front of him. He took a drink of the soda the waiter had brought out as he watched. The place filled with the smell of barbeque something he hadn't smelled in a long time. He felt his stomach grumble and his mouth water at the sight of the cooking meat. ‘Another round? Only if you're up for it?’ They asked as Beckett nodded. ‘Ok but this time if you get it wrong one shot of soju. Do you agree?' They asked which Beckett was a little hesitant to agree but agreed to it nonetheless. 'Alright. I am actually a ballerina on the side. I am a perfectionist without trying. I have 1 dog and 2 cats.' Beckett quirked his eyebrow at the words. A ballerina he could see them being but a perfectionist they didn't give off that vibe. The dog and cats he knew were true because of the wallpaper on their phone he managed to capture a glimpse of.

'Number 2. I don't believe it.' Beckett smiled as they shrugged taking a shot of soju. 'I didn't believe it myself. As much as people say I'm a perfectionist I'm not.' They spoke honestly before sitting straight up in their chair and glancing at Beckett who grew flustered underneath their glance. They smiled as they noticed the pink flush spread across his cheeks. 'It's your turn.' They quipped laughing softly at the flustered boy who took a sip of his soda to calm down. "Umm...ok. I've lived more here than anywhere else. I'm more dedicated to helping others than helping myself. I hope we can do this again.' They rubbed their chin with their fingers. ‘I think the first one is the lie.’ They spoke as Beckett took a shot of Soju. They continued playing the game as they ate the meat that was done cooking.

The evening was starting to wind down. The sky had become darker. The street lights had come on but they were still enjoying their dinner and conversing amongst themselves. ‘So you're telling me you've been doing it for 5 years.’ They spoke taking a drink of soju as Beckett nodded. ‘5 years but I love doing what I’m doing. I don’t think I’ll ever be over it anytime soon.’ They nodded sighing full from all the food they had consumed. Beckett peered around at the restaurant to find it slightly more empty than before. It was only them and two other couples left in the restaurant. It was 10 going on 11 PM. They had been out for quite some hours now. But they didn’t bother to notice because of the fact that they were truly having fun talking and getting to know each other. ‘It's about closing time. Are you ready to go?’ They asked standing up from their seat as Beckett grabbed his things. The cool air of outside cooled their skin.

They walked in silence to Beckett’s place. Coming to a stop in front of the building as Beckett smiled at them. ‘We should do this again. It was fun.’ They spoke smiling back at the boy who nodded. Beckett handed them his phone so they could enter their phone number. They handed the phone back and Beckett smiled as he glanced at their number. They grabbed his hand in theirs smiling. ‘Let’s meet again soon, ok?’ They spoke as he nodded and smiled. Their hand dropped from his as they waved goodbye heading on their way. His cheeks were red and his heart pounded against his chest. Not only because his date was amazing and nice, but the fact that he had fun on his very first date. If not only that, but they wanted a second date as well. And here he thought it was only just dinner.

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bobaji · 3 years

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PROTECTING YOU FROM CATCALLERS.

#BOKUTO, IWAIZUMI, SUNA, + SAKUSA.

BOKUTO KOTARO.

♡ if there's one thing that bokuto can't stand

♡ it's men who disrespect women for no reason

♡ especially women he cares about

♡ he's not really one to fight

♡ but physically speaking, he's intimidating enough to make most men tuck tail and run

♡ and in his time, he's learned that men who catcall are the easiest to scare off

♡ once he deems the threat to be dealt with

♡ his next mission is to take care of you

♡ he will do everything in his power to make sure you feel safe

♡ because you feeling safe with him is one of the most important things to him

when you called him, asking for him to pick you up because some men were bothering you and you were scared to leave the little convenience store you decided to hide in, he already was upset.

not only was his sleep ruined by some lowlife bastards, you couldn't even pick up a late-night snack in peace.

but when he finally arrived and heard the way they were laughing and talking, clearly making sexual and misogynistic comments about you, his anger increased tenfold.

"you think it's fun, bugging girls like that?" he snaps, sharp eyes narrowed.

the men looked over, cocky and snide but the second they laid eyes on him, their intimidation began to show. he was bigger than them, hands stuffed into some loose sweats and tank top that made his biceps bulge as he clenched his fists in his pockets.

"'cause you made my girl call me at 2 in the morning too scared to walk home because of you pieces of shit," bokuto snapped, taking a step forward.

the men scrambled a few steps away, "look, we're sorry...but she knew what she was doin' dressed like that-"

"she was wearing a pair of shorts and a big ass hoodie last time i saw her," bokuto interrupted, "i don't think she was dressing with any idea other than comfort in mind. certainly not to attract the attention of stupid little assholes like you. now get the hell outta here so i can take her home."

when you finally ventured out to see that the coast was clear and only bokuto stood there with a beaming smile on his face, you felt like you could cry. you ran into his arms, thanking him and apologizing for waking him up.

he quickly shut your little sorries down, "hey, don't feel bad. i want you to feel like you can wake me up when you need me, yeah? let's go home and cook this ramen together, hm?"

IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

♡ this man has protective instincts out the ass

♡ he's especially protective of those he feels are at a disadvantage in comparison

♡ so when he sees a man harassing you, making you visibly uncomfortable

♡ he feels nothing but rage towards him

♡ his mind goes to all the statistics he's educated himself about

♡ and he knows he can never sit by and just watch as a man gets away with being a piece of scum

♡ is confrontational and not afraid to throw a bunch or two

♡ he's an athletic trainer and usually much stronger than most men

"what the fuck?" he spits, anger already flooding through him.

he had stepped inside the shop for a minute and the second he opens the door, he hears the foul things coming from the man's mouth.

"hajime..." you whisper, fearful look turning relieved at the sight of him.

he quickly makes his way to you, standing in front of you to shield your body from the strangers view, "care to repeat that? be careful of your next choice because i will break your fucking nose."

the man sizes iwaizumi up. your boyfriend is clearly taller and more built.

"it was a compliment," the man cockily excuses, shrugging his shoulders, "if you don't want your girl complimented, maybe you should keep her at home."

"that's not a fucking compliment and you know it, don't pretend to be as stupid as you look," iwaizumi spits, reaching back to grab your hand, "we're gonna walk away now and you're gonna keep your mouth shut or i'll come back here and punch you until you have more teeth on the ground than in your mouth."

you're tugged away before the stranger has time to talk back. iwaizumi quickly crosses the street, clearly still steaming but his hold on your hand is still gentle, reminding you of how much he cares for you.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

♡ although he doesn't seem like it

♡ he's actually got pretty strong protective instincts

♡ though it doesn't extend to everyone

♡ he won't really insert himself into strangers problems

♡ but the second someone makes you curl in on yourself

♡ he's furious

♡ definitely not confrontational

♡ he can't be bothered to risk fighting, what with his career and all

♡ but he will immediately remove you from the situation

♡ and do everything he can to make sure you're okay

"how annoying," he mutters under his breath, tightening his grip on your hand as he trades sides with you.

you cling to his arm and do your best to hide from the piercing eyes of the drunk man. in an effort to comfort you, he rubbed his thumb along your skin as you both made your way past.

unfortunately, you weren't lucky enough to slip by. the man spit a few sexually charged remarks, slurring his words mixed with offers to treat you better than your boyfriend.

sakusa could feel you tremble and heard the little whine you let out before you looked up at him, a silent plea for him to get you out of there. your boyfriend sighed, tossing the most heated, ugly glare he could muster over his shoulder as he sped the two of you away.

as much as he wanted to curse the man out, he knew that it wouldn't really do any good to either of you. he knew you just wanted to get away.

but you were still a little shaken so he did what any good boyfriend would do and took you to get some delicious food to take your mind off of it.

even though you could tell he was acting a little out of the ordinary in an attempt to help ease your anxiety -- acting a little brighter and extroverted, you appreciated how hard he was trying.

SUNA RINTAROU.

♡ he doesn't appear to get outwardly angry

♡ but you can tell from the way his body language shifts that he's pissed

♡ he hates hearing men shout foul shit at women they don't even know

♡ it upsets him to know that men would choose to harass and scare women simply because they can

♡ he definitely can't understand it

♡ he doesn't resort to physical violence

♡ but he does have a vicious mouth on him

♡ and he won't hesitate to humiliate and belittle any man that makes you feel disrespected

you were both on a relaxing walk together, hand in hand as you talked about your day. it wasn't anything unusual for you. but what was unusual was the way he could tell you were uneasy as a small group of boys came closer and closer to the two of you. he immediately picked up on your anxiety and kept is eyes on the group.

as soon as the foul words leave the man's mouth, you hear him click his tongue, hand tightening around yours. the man laughs obnoxiously with his friends, high-fiving as i he had actually done something cool.

"filthy pig," suna spits.

"rin..." you whisper, tugging his arm closer to you when he stops in his tracks to glare at the group. but he doesn't budge.

"keep your stupid comments to yourself," suna snaps, eyes narrowed at the now quiet group. they scoff and look away, rolling their eyes as they turn their backs to the two of you. but the crowd of others on the street are still staring and whispering, no doubt making them nervous.

suna sighs, shaking his head before resuming your walk, tugging you closer to his side. you can't help but huddle closer to his arm, whispering a soft thanks to him. he doesn't respond, bashfully looking to the side.

#all.headcanons #hcs.hq #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #bokuto x reader #iwaizumi x reader #sakusa x reader #suna x reader

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littlefreya · 3 years

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Henry's reaction to finding out GF's house is haunted.

Summary: Henry’s friend invites him over to watch a horror film on Halloween, problem is he is madly in love with her.

Pairings: Henry Cavill x Unamed OFC (3rd person, no description)

Warnings: RPF, fluff, romantic goo, friends to lovers or rather idiots to lovers, brief mentions of alcohol and Henry’s green hoodie p0rn.

Words: 1.6K

A/N: So I had to take it to the “friends to lovers” lane, also I will need all the fluff after what I am about to post tomorrow :|! Divider by @firefly-graphics. Beta’d by my beautiful @agniavateira . Also FYI my house is totally haunted.

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed.

Haunted Houses

All Hallow's Eve was Henry’s favourite time of the year. The spicy autumn air was thickly shrouded by magic. Spooky tales and plastic spiders inhabited drapes of thin cotton tendrils and fat pumpkins carved with scary faces would sit on his doorstep to welcome him home or bid him farewell on his way out.

Per tradition, he would rally close friends at midnight for a horror flick and pineapple-anchovy pizza; often a bottle of rum would be added to the party. However, this Halloween fell on a bittersweet period, as his friends grew too old for said spooky gatherings. Starting new families of their own, they had no time to indulge him.

All save for her, who just like him was still somehow single.

How bad would it be to spend the evening just the two of them... alone? Ignoring the fact that it was enough to see her name flicker on the screen of his phone for pure warmth to enkindle in his chest. He thought about her often before he fell asleep and when he woke up; and by often, he meant every single day since he met her.

Though she didn’t think much of him as anything other than a friend she loved to banter with - he presumed. And of course she loved Kal, possibly more than she cared for him. Yet, Henry did what he did best: bury his emotions into a little pit he dug in the graveyard of his mind.

"Heh!” Henry croaked as the door opened. His sapphires ensnared the veils of black that cloaked her, preserving the sight of silk laces tied tightly at her torso in what seemed like a gothic medieval gown.

“I see you took off your costume for the evening."

She narrowed her eyes but only to observe his attire carefully: that same green hoodie and a pair of worn jeans that complimented his… asset.

She wanted to etch her fingers around the thick fabric and have a whiff of this hoodie, or perhaps just steal it and wear it forever and a day.

"First of all, it is called The Witching Hour so I must dress properly. Secondly - where is your costume, Cavill?" she crossed her arms together, looking rather displeased.

“I’m dressed as a homicidal maniac, we look like everybody else does.”

Snorting, she tilted her head, unimpressed. “You totally just stole this joke from Wednesday Addams.”

Henry shrugged and pressed his lips to a thin line. One of his foolish expressive gestures. It made her feel less nervous to which she was thankful. When she suggested they’d hang out despite them being the only two, she didn’t think much of the consequences of being all alone with the man who inhabited her mind and never paid rent. Everything about Henry made her feverish, but it was always easy when others accompanied them. The awkward anxiety of having to entertain him wasn’t her job, not up till now…

Oh, god! What if they had nothing to talk about? What if their playful chemistry was always influenced by the presence of other people?

Beads of sweat began to form below her breasts when Henry shoved a bottle of rum into her hand and then leaned in to steal a casual kiss from her cheek. She smiled with a friendly huff in return, stifling the shiver that coursed through her muscles while he welcomed himself into her home.

Striding forward, he peered at the Halloween decorations she hung across the walls and inhaled deeply - the scent of maple and buttery chestnuts filled the cosy little house, a scent that he could easily get intoxicated with.

It was what she smelled like and here he was, drowning in its excess.

After a quick observation, he turned to look at her, holding his hands clasped behind his back. She smiled awkwardly in return and then averted her gaze, becoming fascinated by the bottle he brought.

‘There it is,’ Henry mused, ‘that embarrassing silence, there is so much to tell her, but she probably… no! She definitely finds me boring.’

This Halloween celebration would probably be the last and it was all sorts of disastrous.

Trying to overcome the silence, he cleared his throat and reached a hand to scratch his curly mane. “So what movie are we watching?”

“Movie?” she asked confused and then quickly corrected, “Oh yes, umm... The Exorcist.”

“Good, love me some green vomit.” his eyes followed carefully as she waltzed into the small open kitchen, placing the rum on the counter and then returning with a large bowl that made his nostrils flare.

“Green vomit goes extremely well with caramelised popcorn,” she suggested and popped a golden flake of popcorn into her mouth.

“Sweet-salty popcorn? I love you!” Henry groaned and snatched the bowl right away. It was only when his mouth was stuffed that he realised what words he just used.

But she didn’t seem to react, thankfully. Instead, she brushed a hand over her many skirts and pointed toward the living room.

Hugging the bowl, Henry strode behind her, entering the dimly lit living room. The traditional pizza was already laid on the wooden coffee table, along with a few bottles of Guinness.

Her couch was small, only fit for a couple. And Henry, being a hulking man, took most of the space. Their thighs immediately ground into one another’s, yet they both pretended as if they hadn't noticed the hot tingle running beneath the layers of clothing.

“I have to warn you about something,” she uttered, hoping that the tremor she suddenly felt in her body was not visible to him.

Henry crooked his eyebrow, looking at the ominous glare she offered.

“My house is totally haunted.”

Not waiting for his answer, she grabbed the remote and pressed play. Henry chuckled at her silly joke, waiting for her to break character but she only peered at the screen.

“Nice try, I am not scared of that stuff.” He shifted in his seat slightly, lifting his lengthy arm and spreading it on the headrest right behind her. Immediately, he regretted this semi-possessive masculine gesture, but it was too late to pull it away.

Her instincts screamed to snuggle into him yet she held back. “Don’t believe me, but I am not making this up,” she insisted, “Every night around 3 am, I hear scratching from within the walls and these thuds from the ceiling, and then one night… I woke up the door creaking.”

Henry glanced at her quietly for a long moment, watching the reflection from the screen gyrating over her glossy irises and then snorted. He leaned toward the coffee table and grabbed two beers, uncorking them with the help of his pinky ring and then offering her one of the bottles.

“I think you have rats.”

“Rats who make heavy thuds and open bedroom doors?”

“Yup, a big fat randy rat.” he teased. “We’ll take a look at your bedroom later, but I promise you, there are no such things as ghosts.”

‘We’ll take a look in your bedroom? Great…’ He berated himself. At this point, he just wanted to sigh and shake his head.

She peered at him oddly, her throat clenching a tad before she turned her head back to the movie with a mumble, “It’s not a ghost, it’s a demon.”

Within a few minutes they grew quiet, deciding to focus on the movie with the occasional dry jokes and bad puns from Henry as an attempt to overcome his anxiety. Outside the window, thunder rumbled in the distance and shy raindrops lightly kissed the glass, tinted with the many vague shades of lights coming from the street.

Now and then, Henry shifted in his seat, his meaty thigh further grinding into her leg which stirred her blood to the point of electric spasms. She lightly pushed against him, pretending it’s by accident when truthfully, she wanted to exploit every second of being in his proximity. Had she any guts, she would turn to kiss him, but the thought alone made her heart clench in fear.

She threw him a glance, and their eyes met. Henry offered a kind grin, avoiding staring at her lips. She smiled back coyly, her heartbeat accelerating with anticipation when the possessed girl in the movie made a horrifying groan that ruined the moment.

And then the room suddenly was swallowed in darkness, followed by a strong clap of thunder that tore open the sky.

In the scant moment of chaos, he heard a scream and then the light came back as if nothing happened, aside from the fact that she was now in his arms, with her legs straddling his waist, and her fingers clutching the collar of his hoodie.

Henry was unsure how and when his hand found itself latched to the small of her back, only that he didn’t want to let go. They exchanged bemused glances and swallowed the dryness parching their throats.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered hoarsely, “I got scared…”

Embarrassed to the point of tears, she attempted to climb off, wanting nothing more than to run to the bathroom and cry in hiding, when Henry sent a hand to stroke her temple and gently brushed his fingers behind her ear.

“Stay,” he insisted, squeezing into her lower back as if to prevent her from escaping.

Her lips parted slowly, the same golden hue that suffused the living room split into her eyes, beaming even brighter as he continued to caress her face before bringing her closer to graze her lips with his.

Halloween was, without a doubt, his favourite.

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“you’re such a pretty setter”

pairings: atsumu miya x female reader, eita semi x gender neutral reader, keiji akaashi x female reader, keishin ukai x female reader, kenma kozume x female reader, koshi sugawara x female reader, tobio kageyama x female reader, toru oikawa x female reader cw: swearing, kissing, fluff word count: 4500+ a/n: this took so long, bruh i have to isolate as well which sucks but more time for school work at least, keep sending in requests summary: in which you wait for the setters after practice

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atsumu miya

Atsumu knew he had fangirls; knew he had a lengthy line of girls who would do anything to fuck him. Through them all the only person he would ever see was you. You and your bright eyes, your soft y/e/c eyes looking past the fans as you saw him.

You had walked towards the gym after studying for you and Atsumu to walk home. You loved walking home with him, the way his fingers wrapped around your own, the way he brought your knuckles to his mouth. He adored you and you adored him.

The fangirls screeching with baked goods that Atsumu wouldn’t take, you tried to barge through them, getting elbowed, why was it so hard to see your boyfriend?

Osamu had been at the door as he noticed you, “Y/n.” You smile at him as he takes your sleeve dragging you through.

“Where did all the fangirls come from?” You mutter as you follow him inside.

“It’s summer and you know what happens then.”

“What sweat and shirtless men.” He laughs at your comment as you try to find Atsumu.

“Agh Osamu, we need to do some sets before we can leave.” Kita speaks before noticing you. “Is this your girlfriend, nice to meet you.”

He gives a smile as you look at the twin, both looking at disgust at the thought of being in a relationship together. Sure, he may look like your boyfriend, but his qualities were more brother like whilst his brothers were more boyfriend type.

“Ugh...” You were interrupted as you felt arms wrap around your waist.

“What’s my princess doing surrounded by all these boys?” Atsumu’s lips brushed against your ear as you shivered at his touch.

“Osamu helped me past the fangirls.” You said as you turned to meet his eyes, his hands moving to your waist to being you closer.

“They weren’t any trouble.” You shook your head as he leans down to meet your lips.

His soft lips on your own feeling as you both move together. “Oi you two we still have some sets to do.” Atsumu huffs at his brother as he leaves you.

“Wait on the benches princess.” You nod as you walk away.

Kita looks between the twins before shaking his head, “someone’s actually dating you.”

He walks away as Atsumu scowls, he watches you sit down making sure nobody disturbed you.

He starts the set effortlessly before he hears you speak, “You’re such a pretty setter.” You had stood up cheering him as he did one of his great sets to Osamu who spiked it. He blushes at you he knew how much he loved your eyes on all of him, his body, his form even his hands. He wanted you to know that he was all yours.

eita semi

“Semi.” You hum his name out to the empty gym, he was with Ushijima and Tendo as they were practicing spikes and blocks.

You smiled at three boys as you walked onto the court, “do you boys never get sleep?” You laugh as you walk up to Semi.

“I get the daily amount needed to survive.” Ushijima spoke stoically he had the ball in his hands rotating. You raised your eyebrow at the boy as Tendo started to sing about sleep, his fingers doing little dances.

“Come on guys it’s like 9, don’t you have beds to get too.” You mutter as you lean against Semi, his arm wrapping around your waist.

“One more minute.” Semi pleads his eyes softly looking at you, “and I’ll even teach you how to set a ball.”

Ushijima gives a confused look as you look at the boy, “Fine by me.” Is all he mutters.

You drop your bag only wearing your skirt and thigh highs with your button up. Semis hands wrap around you showing you the technique of setting, how far your hands should be raised, the whole lot.

Before you knew it Ushijima passed the ball to you ready to spike, you push the ball from your hands upwards making it go towards Ushijima as he spikes it down, Tendo just missing it.

“That was amazing, you might even end up taking your boyfriends spot.” Tendo joked out as your waiting for praise from your boyfriend.

“You did amazing baby.” Semi smiles kissing the top of your head. “Give us another five minutes and then we’ll leave.”

You nod as you move to the benches watching them practice, you admired all of Semi’s features, the way his hands moved to set the ball, the way he scrunched his noise. You loved it all you loved everything about him.

“You’re such a pretty setter.” You say aloud, the boys looking at you, Semi goes red as you gawk at him. He finally walks up to you kissing you softly, his hands wrapping around your waist to bring you forward. He would never admit it but you calling him pretty made him feel some type of way.

keiji akaashi

Fukurodani’s practice game with Nekoma was closing to an end, you had stayed late in the library to revise for an upcoming exam and had sadly missed the game. Knowing Akaashi would be upset, you left a little early to catch the last part of the game. Hopefully.

You walked through the gym doors, the points at a mere 2-point lead by Fukurodani, Nekoma had been putting up a fight, you examine the game, going towards the two managers who you were friends with.

“How longs this been going on then?” You ask Yukie as she gives a look of dread.

“Too long Y/N.”

“Has Bokuto gone into emo mode?” You question as Kaori speaks this time.

“Gladly no.” You loved the frosted tip owl like a brother and a happy Bokuto meant a happy Akaashi, you watched as the game was drawing to a close, the ball being sent to Akaashi as he effortlessly set it to Bokuto who spiked it down winning the set.

You admired all of Akaashi’s features, the way his blue eyes analysed the area, brightening up once he saw you. He rand his hands through his already messy black hair, Bokuto screaming at Akaashi, “Akaashi you saw that.” He bounced about as Akaashi quickly praised him before walking up to you.

“You’re such a pretty setter.” You hum at the tall boy; he gazes down at you smiling at the comment.

“You’re my pretty girl.” He kisses your temple before quickly going back to thank Nekoma.

“I’ll wait outside for you.” He had passed you gesturing five minutes as you walked outside. The chilly air hitting your exposed thighs as your socks only went below your knees. The uniform not helping as you hadn’t worn your blazer due to the immense heat in the morning.

“What do we have here? A cold owl.” You could recognise that voice from anywhere.

You turn around to be met with the one and only Nekoma’s captain. “One day Kuroo I’d wish you weren’t an ass.”

“Ooo my bad, princess.”

You glare at the tall boy, he was mocking you, knowing already of yours and Akaashi’s relationship. “Don’t call me that you dickhead.”

“Are you pissing off my girlfriend?” Akaashi walked towards you unamused at the situation.

He handed you a hoodie as you quickly wore it, not wanting to freeze your tits off.

“Me never.” Kuroo laughs as you roll your eyes.

“Come on Y/n, pain in the ass Kuroo san must be getting tired from all the loosing he did today.” You smirk at the uncharacteristic comment of Akaashi but nevertheless take his hand.

“You’re so cute.” You sing out as he grabs you closer to his body, putting a hand to your jaw as he kisses you softly, his calm demeanour making you melt underneath his touch.

“You’re cuter Y/n.” You blush as you remain in each other’s arms.

“AWWW MY FAVOURITE COUPLE.” Bokuto screams as he runs next to you.

“Bokuto san.” Both you and Akaashi scold in unison at his shouting. He gives a signature smirk as he beings to praise both his and Akaashi’s skills. You listen intently as you stare up at Akaashi his warm eyes filling you with love and comfort.

keishin ukai

Keishin and you had dinner plans and knowing him you knew he would not be ready or ever arrive early to get ready. Being the best girlfriend ever you went to go collect him, you had already closed the shop up for the night, occasionally helping out when you had free time mostly to spend time with Keishin though.

You had always wanted to meet the kids he coached but he had always been a wary because he knew the kids and knew exactly how they acted in front of pretty women. Especially Nishinoya and Tanaka.

You walked up the steps leading to the volleyball gym, well that’s what you assumed it was. Knocking on the door as you saw the team taking a break, a man comes up to you with black hair and glasses as you smile at him.

“Hi, how can I help you?” He speaks cheerily before you recognise him as the man who had tormented Keishin for a couple of months back at the shop.

“Who’s she?” You hear one of them mutter, you were dressed up to be a teacher and you couldn’t have come for any of them. Even with the blue dress that clinged to you, you looked gorgeous and the whole boys team knew it.

“Oh, hi, I’m Y/n I looking for Keishin.” He gives a confused look inviting you in from the freezing air.

“You know our coach.” A loud orange hair boy jumps up in front of you as you look between both males and the rest of the team. This had shocked the team how did their coach know you.

You nod speaking, “Yeah he’s my boyfriend.” Deadpanned as the team goes silent, Takeda goes red at the fact that Keishin had mentioned you but never introduced you to them all.

Two boys instantly jolted in front of you as you jumped back, one with a buzz cut and another with a brown strip of her between his black hair. “Tanaka, Noya don’t frighten the woman.” A guy with grey hair spoke calmly to the boys.

“I have hope, if coach was able to get her than there is hope for us all.” Noya screams at the team as you fiddle with your clutch that kept your phone. You regretted not calling before you had arrived.

“Hope for what?” Keishin had come through the doors carrying his car keys. “Y/n what are you doing here?” He looked even more confused before seeing the dress and how amazing you looked

“You forget didn’t you.” You walk towards him as you mutter at looking up at him.

“Dinner, fuck, let me wrap practice up, I need to…” You bring your finger to his lips.

“I know you need to get changed we have an hour before the reservation.” You spoke confidently, the team gawking at how you shut their couch up so easily.

“Guess you better meet the team before we leave.” You laugh as he grabs your hand making you stand in front of the boys. “Introduce yourselves make it quick.”

One by one they all introduce themselves even stating their position as you remembered what Keishin had taught you about volleyball. “Wow you’re both setters, I love setters.” You smile at both Kageyama and Sugawara as you turn back at Keishin.

“You’re such a pretty setter.” You coo to your boyfriend teasingly.

The team laughs at Keishins bright red face, “Yeah, yeah.” He mutters grabbing your waist feeling your skin through the thin dress material. “I’m gonna wrap practice up early, you are all free to stay longer, but I’ll make practice a lot longer tomorrow.” The boys groan at the lack of energy knowing that they did love Volleyball enough to spend all hours of the day doing it.

“Before you leave, how did you get her?” Nishinoya said with no filter.

“The imbecil actually asked that.” The tall blonde Tsukishima snickered as you laughed.

You turned to face the dyed blonde man, “He begged.” He goes wide eyed as he pokes your side.

“You really be telling people that’s how I got you.” He pulls at his hair taking the headband out of his hair as you smirk.

“He begged on his knees.” You rephrase as the boys laugh at how embarrassed their coach was getting.

“Okay this practice is done now.” He grabs your hand as he pulls you outside, “Princess I distinctly remember you were the only one of your knees.”

You slap him playfully as you look at him, “you perve.” You give a quick kiss as you retract he grabs your throat making you stay close to his mouth as he continues the kiss. His rough hands on your body.

He retracts the mere inches between both your mouths still visible, “as soon as I saw you in that dress, how could I ever resist you?” You chuckle your head going back as his hand was still wrapped around your neck, his thumb brushing against your lips. “A quickie in my car.”

“You pervert.” You could almost feel his smirk as he laughed at your reaction. He adored everything about you as you go back for another kiss. He loved you and you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t love him back.

kenma kozume

You had been showing the new kid around making sure he knew where his classes were, you were going to show him the volleyball club so you could end the day meeting Kenma. He seemed nice enough but had already asked for number which you rejected as soon as you realised what he wanted.

“Finally, this is the gym, the Volleyball boys team are practicing, and I have to meet my boyfriend but if you have any questions.

“Isn’t volleyball for girls.” You gave a sign as you looked at him.

“Some of my friends are the best volleyball players in Tokyo, so no its not just a girls sport.” He gave a look as he peeked through the doors.

“There’s a girl right there though.” You grew confused as Nekoma had no manager and people wouldn’t stay long enough. He had been pointing to Kenma, you scowled at his ideocracy.

“He’s not a girl, he is the setter and he’s fucking amazing at it.” You shout urning the glances from the team as they heard you shouting. “If you started thinking with your upstairs brain maybe you’d realise that people don’t have to conventionally look like boys to be boys, they are whatever they want to identify as.”

He was scared and you had started to get pissed, the team walked up to you as Kuroo looked at you, “he giving you a problem Y/n.”

“I handled it Kuroo.”

“This the boyfriend.” The new kid asked as your blood boiled.

Kuroo was confused, he grabbed Kenma by the hood as he made him stand in front of you. “Kitten is everything okay?” All the anger that filled you had disappeared as soon as you saw him, your love, your everything.

“This is your boyfriend.” Your face grew angry again.

“Cover me.” Is all you said to Kuroo and the rest of the team, Kenma knew what was about to happen as he stopped the game he was playing to watch. “You want to say that again.”

Before you let him speak, your fist went to his face, pushing him back even if you didn’t condone violence, it was sometimes necessary. Kenma smiled as he saw his girl fighting for him. “That’s enough kitten.” He spoke softly as you stopped beating the crap out of the boy.

You don’t say anything as you leave, he wasn’t injured just a few scratches, Kenma grabbed your hand holding it, even if you were shorter than him you would always fight for him. He brought your bruised knuckles to his mouth. Kissing it better as if all the love and care he had was going to heal your wounds. You giggle at his touch as you watch the rest of the game feeling his eyes fixated on the ball.

Before you knew it the practice had finished and you and Kenma held hands walking to the train, the new kid disappearing. He smiled listening inattentively at your day. “You know.” You pause speaking as you notice him watching, “you’re such a pretty setter.”

He hides his face with his hair not wanting to feel embarrassed you knew he loved it as he squeezed your hand softly, you smiled leaning your head against his shoulder, feeling everything, you needed in him.

koshi sugawara

You hadn’t intended to come watch the practice, but Suga had insisted you come so he could walk home with you. You adored him and even though you knew the basics of Volleyball it was still a confusing game.

You ended up coming right on time with Kageyama swapped out with Suga. He noticed you as he gave a bright smile, you smiled back going to Kiyoko and Yachi as they greeted you with cheery HI’s.

The game started again, Suga serving as he started getting passed the ball, you understood the terminology and what was going on, it was when they would do their insane moves that were unexplainable. He set the ball effortlessly as Asahi spiked it right past the blockers.

You cheered always being Suga’s biggest fan, as they continued on with the game you watched smiling at the love you had for him. The devotion you had to this boy who brought happiness to your life. You knew he would bring about comfort in a room and right now all you could feel was admiration at his perfect sets, his perfect passes, his perfect serves. He was perfect to you and he deserved the world.

They had started doing something you didn’t know much about, Noya coming from the frontline as he jumped up setting as well. Suga had told you about this attack, a synchronised attack that would only work if everybody was perfect. You didn’t really read up on it as much as you did other attacks but seeing it in action as Suga spiked the ball passing the blockers you realised just how much satisfaction it brought your boyfriend.

“Suga that was amazing.” You shout as he smiles, the practice game having been won as he scored the last point.

He walked up to you, opening your arms for a big hug. You loved his hugs he always smelt of fresh towels and vanilla a combination expected from the grey-haired boy. “You’re such a pretty setter.”

He smirks as he remains around you, his arms encasing you as he was so in love with you. You were his everything and he wanted to show you the world.

“Can you two stop making us want to puke?” Daichi laughs out as you stick your tongue out at him.

You turn back to Suga his eyes remaining glued to you, “just because nobody loves you Daichi.” Suga spoke still fixated on you, “I love you.” He whispers as you reply back the same love and adoration for him. He kisses you quickly before coach shouted at him.

Even with the smallest quickest kiss it still brought happiness to you as you felt your heart beat through your uniform, your body missing his touch, even your thighs encased in tights had hairs risen just at the pining of love you had for this boy. He was going to ruin you and you were going to gladly let him.

tobio kageyama

Kageyama had been none stop practicing for the past week, even with nationals months away he was still concentrated on improving. You loved that about him, loved his dedication but his lack of knowing when to take breaks is what worried you the most.

You walked through the double doors, it was another late night of studying for you and playing volleyball for Kageyama, your lack of communication annoying you. You saw as he set the ball perfectly, Hinata spiking it to where the water bottles were. You smiled as you continued to watch not drawing any attention to yourself, he kept setting perfectly for the orange haired boy.

As soon as the last ball had been set, he looked at the door seeing your cold frame watching intently. You smiled giving a small wave as he gestured for you.

“Hey Y/n, what are you doing here?” You play with your fingers being shorter than the boy making you have to look up to him.

“I thought we could walk home.” He knew you both hadn’t spent that much time together since the team had won Nationals.

He hesitated a response, but you spoke before he could, “you’re such a pretty setter.” You were embarrassed at what you said his face going a bright red.

“Kageyama you look like a rotten tomato” Hinata said as he walked past, you giggle at the comment as he looks at you again, the reddening calming down.

“We should walk home together; I’ll go grab my stuff.” You smile as he starts to walk off before pausing in his tracks, “thank you Y/n.” He was never this outwardly affectionate but in the enclose where only you could hear you felt love.

“It’s all true you’re a…” He interrupts you quickly.

“No, thank you for that but also thank you for staying by my side, I love Volleyball and I love you, I’m not very good as balance, but you realise how important Volleyball is to me, so thank you for always being there.” You smile looking down.

“I’ll always be there for you.” He smiles as he leaves to grab his stuff.

He arrives as quick as he left, the small action of skimming his fingertips beside your own, made you grab his hand, he looked down smiling as you leaned in closer to hid frame. He let your other arm go around his arm, bringing warmth to you.

“You know, every time I set, I set for you.” He smirks as you have love in your eyes.

“R…really.” You choke out.

He stops you, putting his hands to your face, “yeah and I really do love you Y/n”

“I love you too Tobio.” You close the gap, his hands guiding the kiss as in the privateness of the empty street allowing Tobio to express himself in which words could never do. You had to hand it to the boy, he would always be better at physically showing his love than emotionally. But even then it made you love him even more, it made Tobio Kageyama, Tobio Kageyama.

toru oikawa

Oikawa had fans, a lot of fans. You hated to admit you were jealous of how they’d come up to him after games, how they’d touch his arm. It was always a race to get to him first and even him always ignoring them as soon as you came. You still hated them.

You knew how much Oikawa had been practicing lately so you made him some milk bread and would wait for him to finish practice so you both could walk home. You walked towards the double doors, his fans crowding around as they watched intently.

You sign as you push past them, hearing scowls, someone even elbowing you as you glared at the girl, just as you reached the entrance about to walk in. Someone on the team came running up to you, he looked new and have the ugliest hair ever.

“Sorry you can’t come in when practice is on, are you one of Oikawa’s fans?” You were about to answer him as he saw the food in your hands. “Fucking hell you fangirls are obsessed with him, y’know he won’t eat it.”

You raised an eyebrow at the first year, “Yeah well I’m not a fan so move it.”

You try to barge past him, but his arm was out, he glared as you glared back. Almost a competition of seeing who would retain eye contact. “Then what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to see my boyfriend.” He raised an eyebrow as he chuckled.

“You must be crazy if you think Oikawa’s your boyfriend.” You grew even more frustrated at the new kid.

“I’m going to kill you if you don’t move.” He remained standing in front of you.

The commotion that had been occurring had made Iwaizumi come over, “Leave Y/n alone Kindaichi.” You finally found out his name.

“But…”

“Thank you Iwa-chan.”

“Who the fuck is Y/n.” Kindaichi mutters as you continue to glare at the boy.

You walked towards Oikawa who was sitting on the bench, his knee was getting better, but he needed some breaks occasionally. “You okay, baby.”

He broke out from his trance as a soft smile appeared on his lips, “What are you doing here princess.”

He gestured for you to come closer to him, you complied as he brought his arms around your waist, hugging you, his head resting on your stomach. “I brought you some milk bread, you didn’t eat enough this morning.”

He smiles as he takes the bread, he puts it to the side before hugging you again. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He lets go looking up at you, “now go show me those amazing sets of yours.”

He nods standing up becoming a lot taller than you now, grabbing a slice of bread he stuffs it in his mouth as he goes into a game. “Shittykawa don’t stuff your face.” Iwaizumi shouts as Oikawa looks at him hurt.

“My baby made me bread.” He coos as you laugh sitting on the bench.

The game occurred, Oikawa setting perfectly as Iwaizumi spiked it past the blockers especially the annoying turnip head. You watched Oikawa intensively occasionally glaring at Kindaichi as he glared back. The game ended quickly as Oikawa’s serves allowed for many points to arise.

He came up to you, smiling happily waiting for some praise, “you’re such a pretty setter.” He grabbed your waist pulling you towards him as he hugged you tightly.

“You’re too nice to me.” You laugh as your hands played with his hair, it brought comfort to the tall boy. He gave a genuine smile as he looked down at you.

He brought his face closer to yours as he kissed you softly, his mouth gaining momentum as it became heated. His hands bringing you closer to his waist as you could feel his skin on your own. Before it could go anywhere further, you felt Oikawa’s head push against you, he let go off you his hand to his head as you saw the stray volleyball roll away.

“Iwa-chan don’t be so mean.”

“Lazykawa we still have practice, stop eating Y/n’s face off.” He huffed at the boy, you watched as Oikawa left to go pout to Iwaizumi for being mean. The tall boy would be the death of you, but even then you still loved him.

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dottielovegood · 3 years

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ASMR - chapter 3

Elriel fanfiction

About this fic:

Azriel can’t sleep Elain has an ASMR channel Match made in heaven (or you know, on youtube..)

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You can find chapter 1 here and chapter 2 here Read this fic on AO3

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Chapter 3

Luckily for Azriel, the next day was a Saturday, which meant that he didn’t have to go to work. The only plan he had that day was his gym appointment at 7.00 in the morning, just like every other day. Cassian and Rhys often gave him shit for going to the gym that early in the morning on weekends, but they had partners to enjoy the days with. Azriel did not, which meant that working out was a good way to pass time. Especially for someone like Azriel who didn’t sleep and seemed to have more hours to his days than most regular people did.

However, today he woke up to the sun shining in through his window. He picked up his phone to check the time and was surprised to see that it said 9.23. He never slept that late. And he never slept that well.

She made me miss my gym appointment, Azriel thought to himself and couldn’t help but smile. And then it hit him. It was 9.23. That meant that Flower Girl ASMR would call him in exactly 37 minutes, and he hadn’t even had coffee yet. Azriel quickly got out of bed and hurried to the kitchen. While the coffee was brewing he jumped into the shower. He didn’t know why, but it felt wrong to be on the phone with her without having a shower first. Just like it would feel wrong to show up to a date without showering.

This is not a date, he told himself as he tied the towel around his hips and walked back into his kitchen. Azriel lived in a studio apartment, which meant that his ‘kitchen’ was actually a corner of his living room/bedroom. It was quite big for a studio apartment and he could easily fit his bed, a big sectional, and a dining room table in the room. There were exposed bricks on one wall which gave it a rustic feeling, and the white sleek details everywhere else made it feel modern and minimalistic - just like Azriel preferred.

Azriel leaned against his counter and sipped his coffee. He glanced at the clock on the wall which told him that he had 15 minutes left before the phone call. His hands were sweating. Was it because the coffee was so warm? Azriel tried to tell himself that the coffee was the reason for his warm hands, but it was more difficult to find an explanation for the butterflies in his stomach.

He was nervous. Not because of what they were going to talk about - he could probably guide someone through this in his sleep. But because she made him nervous. It’s one thing to see someone in a video and talk via DMs and an entirely different thing to facetime that person. What if she thought that he was ugly?

As the thought entered his mind, he shook his head as if trying to shake the thought away. Why did he care? He was just helping her with a problem. It didn’t matter if she found him ugly because this was a one-time thing. He would never see her again.

The butterflies turned into a tight knot in his stomach.

Azriel let out a low groan and went to his wardrobe to get dressed. He put on a black T-shirt and black jeans - his standard uniform. He dried his hair hastily with the towel before throwing it in the hamper.

At 10.00 on the dot, Azriel’s phone started ringing on the kitchen island. Or vibrating actually, since he always kept the sound off.

Unknown number is calling

Azriel stared at his phone, suddenly feeling very shy and questioning everything he knew about computers. He checked his reflection in the microwave and let out a deep breath before answering.

“Hello, this is Azriel.” His voice was hoarse, sounding deeper than usual.

“Oh, hi!” A cheery voice said and he was a bit taken aback. In his stupid brain, he had imagined her answering in her whispering voice. “Is this… is this Shadowsinger?”

Azriel decided that her normal voice was just as wonderful as her whispering voice.

“Yeah, this is Shadowsinger. Or well, that’s not my name. I’m obviously not called that. That would be weird…” Azriel babbled, growing more and more self-conscious by the second. He took a deep breath. “I’m Azriel.”

“Hi, Azriel. I’m Elain.” He could hear the smile in her voice and it made him think of sunshine and flowers.

Elain. The name suited her. It was a welsh name that meant fawn. Or at least that’s what Feyre told him one night when she had spent three hours going over possible baby names with their entire friend group (After three hours, Azriel, Cassian, Mor and Nesta had been very drunk and started suggesting weird names from TV such as Khaleesi, Anakin and Buffy which led to Rhys kicking them out.) But Elain wasn’t a weird name. It was pretty. Just like the person that the name belonged to.

“Hello, Elain,” Azriel said quickly when he realized that he had been quiet for a short while.

“Azriel is… an interesting name.” He couldn’t tell from her tone if it was good interesting or bad interesting.

He chuckled. “Yeah, try growing up with the nickname ‘Ass’ in school. Not Az. Ass.”

He could hear Elain laugh and it warmed his heart. “Oh no,” she giggled.

There was a stretch of silence then, both of them unsure of how to begin this.

“So...” Elain started after a few moments. “How do I block words on Youtube, Azriel?”

As soon as the words traveled through the phone, he wanted to ask her to say his name again, but that would be weird. So instead he cleared his throat and got himself into work mode.

“Well, I didn’t know if you were a visual learner, but I created a Youtube account yesterday so I could show you what to do, and you could just follow along if you like?”

God, was he doing too much? Would she find this creepy? Maybe he should just tell her what to do without video.

But to his surprise, Elain did not sound creeped out. “Really? That would be so helpful! How...How can I see your screen though?”

Azriel huffed a laugh. It was kind of cute that she was so oblivious when it came to technology even though she had 250k followers on Youtube.”Well, we’ll change to FaceTime and I will be able to flip the screen and just show you what I’m doing. Is that okay with you?”

He was met with silence.

“Elain?”

“Oh, sorry. I was nodding,” she laughed. “Yes, that’s fine.”

Azriel clicked the icon for FaceTime on his screen and within seconds, her face filled his screen. Her brown hair was in a high ponytail and she wore a mint green hoodie. She wasn’t wearing any makeup and Azriel had to catch his breath. God, why did she have to be so beautiful? He realized that he was staring at her through the screen but his brain wouldn’t form words.

“Hi,” Elain smiled, her cheeks turning pink. “I kind of forgot that we would see each other and not just a screen. Sorry that I look like a mess. I’m going to the gym after this...” She gestured to her hair and Azriel had no idea what mess she was referring to.

“What? You look wonderful,” he said and as soon as the words registered in his brain he wished to be swallowed up by a hole in the ground. He winced. “I mean... I just–” he was making it worse. Lovely. “I just meant that you don’t look like a mess.”

She gave him the sweetest smile. “Well, You don’t look too bad yourself.” She was blushing even more now. Was he blushing too? He had never blushed in his life, so he didn’t even know what that would feel like, but he did feel a bit hot.

Azriel cleared his throat. “So,” he started. “I’m going to flip my screen and film my laptop now. Tell me if you can see what I’m doing.”

“Okay!”

Azriel logged into Youtube and held his phone in front of the screen. “Can you see?” He held the phone in front of his computer, and even though she couldn’t see him anymore, he could still see her.

“Just a second,” she said and held up a finger. She was moving and so was her camera. When she reappeared, Azriel was very happy that she couldn’t see him. She was wearing glasses and they made her, if possible, even more attractive. Her beautiful golden eyes looked even bigger. Like a fawn, Azriel thought to himself.

“Yes, I can see when you have the phone so close to the screen,” she answered.

“Okay, good. Are you near your own computer?”

“Yes! And I’m already logged into my Youtube account.”

Azriel nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. “Great. Then you should see your profile picture here in the corner.” He showed her where to look.

“Mhm, I see it.”

She was focusing so hard on the screen, she had probably forgotten that he could see her. She was leaning in close enough for Azriel to see her freckles.

I want to kiss every single freckle on her body.

The thought entered his brain before he could even react and he was very happy that she wasn’t a mind reader. He tried to ignore her face on his screen and focus on his task.

“You will click the photo, and that should display a menu,” he explained. “Like this. You are going to click ‘Youtube Studio’ here.”

Elain scrunched up her nose in concentration and Azriel thought that he might die from the cuteness.

“Done! What next?”

“Okay, then you click ‘Settings’ at the bottom here,” he showed her where to look. “And then you choose ‘Community’”

“Community?” She asked and bit her lip.

Azriel wanted to bite that lip too.

“Yeah,” he answered, happy that he didn’t have to come up with more advanced words.

“And then you scroll down to ‘blocked words’ here,” he instructed. “Are you there?”

“Yes, I found it,” she answered with a smile.

“Well, aren’t you a gold star student?” Azriel joked and Elain’s face went from smiling to blushing in a nano-second.

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

There was a beat of silence again. Azriel wanted to kick himself.

“What now?” Elain asked in a low voice, still determined to get this over with.

“Well, now you just fill in the words you want to block. Make sure that you separate each word or phrase with a comma. And then you just press save and that’s it.”

“Oh, okay. That was easier than I imagined.”

Silence again.

“Can you manage from here?”

Elain bit her lip again. She was staring somewhere behind her phone; probably at her computer. “Ehm, I’m not sure what words to block.”

Azriel thought back to the awful comments he had seen and could think of a handful of words.

“Well, just block the words that these commenters often use, and maybe block bad words in general? You can review your comments later, so if nice comments are being filtered, you can choose to restore them while deleting the bad ones.”

Elain nodded and Azriel didn’t know if he should hang up or stay. So he stayed. His camera was still facing his computer, and Elain was still filming herself. She looked lost in thought.

“Are you okay, Elain?” Azriel asked cautiously, afraid to startle her.

“Hmm?” She looked straight at the camera now, eyes still glossy.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just… tired. I really like doing ASMR, but this sucks. I just want to make people happy and spread positivity, you know? And still, I have to deal with this.”

“Yeah, that must suck.”

Azriel had a question that he had been burning to ask, but he didn’t know if it was too personal. However, as he told himself before, they were never going to see each other again. He could always ask, and the worst thing he could get was a ‘no, I don’t want to talk about it’.

So he asked.

“Elain, can I ask you something?”

She nodded absentmindedly.

“Yesterday you wrote that you had blocked those trolls multiple times. Are you certain that they’re the same people?”

She nodded again. “Yes. In the beginning, they were a bit more creative with the usernames which threw me for a loop. But I realized that it was the same IP addresses every single time, so yeah. I know. I mean, I get hate from complete strangers too, but these people are a bit more persistent .” The last word was spoken through her teeth. She looked upset, but she also looked like she wanted to hide it. Azriel decided to switch his camera back to his face so she wouldn’t feel as vulnerable. And so he wouldn’t feel like a creep for staring at her.

Elain looked a bit startled. “Oh, hi again,” she smiled, but it wasn’t as genuine anymore.

“Do you know these people?” Azriel asked through gritted teeth. He didn’t know why, but he felt very protective all of a sudden.

“Yes, I do. At least the three people that commented yesterday…” she bit her lip again, probably contemplating if she should tell him more. “It’s my ex.”

Azriel tried his hardest to not look surprised and pissed off at the same time. “All three of them?”

With a surprised look on her face, she shook her head quickly. “Oh, god no. No. Just one. His name is Graysen.”

MortalGraysen. Azriel remembered the username because it had sounded so stupid.

“And the other two?”

She let out a long breath. “His stupid best friends, Amarantha and Hybern. Stupid names, right?”

Azriel could only agree. “Very. Why is he bothering you like this, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Elain took off her glasses and massaged her temple lightly. “I dumped him after he slept with Amarantha and then…” she chewed the inside of her cheek. “Then he told all of our friends that he only slept with her because I was so boring in…'' her cheeks flushed again and she didn’t finish that sentence. She didn’t have to. Azriel understood perfectly.

“Okay, so he really is an asshole then.”

“The biggest.”

“Well, I don’t think you can block IP addresses on Youtube, but you could always try to block their names. It might work for a while at least?” Azriel suggested. He needed to help her.

“That’s smart!” she exclaimed and sat her phone down to type. He was very happy that she had leaned it against something so he could still see her.

“What other words should I add?”

Azriel thought back to the comments he had seen. Boobs, nudes, cock, jerk off and tits were all words that she should block, but they were also words he didn’t feel like saying in front of her.

“Just check their old comments and block the words they have used.”

“I’ve deleted the comments, but I remember a few words.” She typed again and Azriel could tell that she was uncomfortable.

“Hey, just block all sexual words and maybe swear words? That should probably work for a while?”

“Okay.” She typed again while Azriel waited patiently. Honestly, he would probably wait forever if it meant that he could watch her on his screen like this.

He felt like a teenager with a crush on the coolest girl in school. He knew that she was out of his league, but his body had not gotten the memo…

“I think I’m done,” she announced and smiled at her phone. At him.

Azriel smiled back. “Which words did you write?” he asked out of curiosity.

Elain picked up her phone and switched the camera so he could see her computer. In the box for ‘blocked words’ she had indeed written a few words.

Blocked words Graysen, Hybern, Amarantha, Boring, Dumb, Stupid, Weird, Ugly, Penis, Vagina, Sex, Sexy, Breasts, Feet, Ejaculation, Nipple, Damn, Fuck, Darn it, Hell,

“Do you think that’s enough?” She asked him in a low voice as if she was ashamed of what she was showing him.

Azriel had to bite his lip in order to keep himself from grinning. It was kind of sweet that she had written down the more technical terms, and not any words that would actually be used on the internet.

“Well, I think it’s a good start,” Azriel answered. “But I think there are a few more words that you should add. And maybe some you can remove from the list.”

“Which ones can I remove?” She leaned closer to her computer, probably trying to find the redundant words.

“I don’t think that trolls will use Darn it, for example.”

Elain pressed the backspace key a few times.

“And which words should I add?” she asked the screen. Her glasses had slid down her nose a bit and Azriel had an urge to reach through the screen and push them back into place.

Azriel scratched his chin, thinking about the best way to phrase it. “Maybe a few synonyms for the words you have written down?”

“Such as?”

Azriel held his breath. “Well…” Azriel hesitated. Was she serious or was she just trying to get him to say dirty words? “I don’t think that internet trolls will use the word vagina.”

“Oh,” her ears turned a lovely pink color. “So I should just add synonyms for that word then?”

“Sure.”

Elain looked lost in thought for a moment before typing again, this time a bit more aggressively. “There are quite a lot,” she muttered.

“Really?” Azriel could only think of two; pussy and cunt.

“Yes. I googled it.”

Of course, she googled a list of synonyms for vagina. Azriel couldn’t hold back his grin this time. She gave him a look he couldn’t decipher. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing,” he said, still grinning. “Can you read me this list of synonyms?” he teased, thinking that she would tell him to fuck off.

He was wrong.

“Well, there’s pussy, cunt, vajayjay, punani, ho-ha, flower…” she drifted off and Azriel could tell the exact moment it hit her that she was reading these words to a man she didn’t know. “Oh, god,” she groaned and hid her face in her hand. “Please ignore everything that just happened.”

Azriel chuckled. “I rather not. What’s the weirdest word on the list?”

He was invested now.

Elain looked at him through the screen again, but this time he could tell that she was suppressing a smile. “The weirdest one must be fish taco, or bald man in a boat. One just sounds disgusting, and the other one is just… weird? Like, I don’t get it.”

“I think that the ‘bald man’ is supposed to be the...uh,” Azriel could not finish that sentence. He knew that he was blushing now, too.

“Oh,” she said looking surprised, and then disgusted. “Oh, that just makes it worse.”

The laugh that followed was contagious.

As she laughed, Azriel thought back to the day before. To when he had watched her video to fall asleep. In her videos, she was so calm and collected - the complete opposite from this bubbly, laughing person on his screen. Both sides of her were equally fascinating to Azriel and he wished that he could get to know her better. She was so easy to talk to. Azriel never found anyone easy to talk to. At parties, you could find him in the corner with a drink and a good book. He was not a talkative man. But with Elain, he wanted to talk. And he wanted to listen. He wanted her to tell him about her day and her life, which was absurd. They had been talking for like 30 minutes. They didn’t know each other. They would never get to know each other.

“Thank you for helping me with this, Azriel,” Elain said when the laughter had died down. “I really appreciate it. I’m sorry for being a bit weird and reading you that list. I hope that I didn’t cross a line or…”

Azriel held up a hand to show her that he didn’t mind. “It’s no problem, honestly. I can’t remember the last time I laughed this much.”

Elain shifted in her seat and picked up her phone again, moving it closer to her face again. “Just like you couldn’t remember the last time you had slept well?”

For a second, Azriel was truly afraid that she was a mind reader because that meant that she had heard him think that he wanted to kiss all her freckles. And then, he remembered the comment he had left on her video a few days earlier.

“Yeah, just like that.”

She leaned her head to the side and regarded him through the phone. “Is that true? You can’t remember having a good night’s sleep?”

Azriel shook his head. “I have suffered from insomnia since I was a child. Sleep has never been a positive experience for me.”

He had never opened up like this to anyone. His former girlfriend never understood why he was awake and why he hated sleepovers. The insomnia had definitely destroyed a few relationships over the years. He could tell that Elain wanted to ask about it, but she didn’t. He really appreciated that.

“Well, I’m happy that I can help you with that anyway. It makes me feel less horrible for making you help me with this on a Saturday morning,” she said and gestured to her computer.

“You didn’t make me do anything. I offered. I was happy to help.”

She gave him the sweetest smile yet and Azriel was surprised when he didn’t melt into a puddle. “Well, thank you. Can I pay you for your trouble?”

Before she had even finished the sentence Azriel shook his head. “No, Elain. I really don’t want you to pay me.”

“Okay,” she bit one side of her lip again. Those damn lips. “Can I give you something else then?”

Did her tone sound flirty? Azriel didn’t know. He might just be hopeful because he started imagining all kinds of things she could give him.

“Like, maybe you could tell me your favorite trigger and I’ll make sure that my next video includes it?”

Azriel swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling very thick. “You don’t have to do that, I...”

“But I want to,” she interrupted. “What’s your favorite trigger?”

Azriel was trying to figure out a way to tell her that she was his favorite trigger without sounding like a serial killer. “Well, I don’t really know. I like when you whisper,” he tried, and when she smiled and nodded encouragingly, he continued. “Honestly Elain, I have tried to watch other ASMR videos but they don’t make me fall asleep. Your videos make me fall asleep within minutes. Whatever magic you put into your videos, that’s probably my trigger,” he half-joked.

“Hmm,” Elain regarded him. “I’ll figure something out.” She winked at him teasingly and Azriel hated that this was the first and last time he would ever get to talk to her.

“Well, I really have to go,” Elain declared. “I’m meeting a friend at the gym.”

“Yeah, I have to go too,” Azriel lied. He would have canceled any plan he ever had if he could continue this conversation.

“Well, thank you again for your help, Azriel.”

“Don’t mention it.”

She removed her glasses and looked straight into her camera. It felt as if she was staring into his soul.

“Goodbye, Shadowsinger.”

“Goodbye, Flower Girl.”

The call disconnected and he was left staring at his apps. Not a single one interested him.

With a heavy sigh, Azriel walked to his bed. He was planning to lay down and scream into a pillow when he received a text from a number he didn’t recognize.

New message I searched for a few more synonyms, and this one for penis is horrendous. Just listen to this: Meat banjo. Isn’t that just horrible? I’m definitely blocking that word.

Azriel couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from his chest. It really was a horrendous synonym and he could imagine her sitting in front of her computer, making disgusted faces at the various words on her screen.

New message Oh, this is Elain, by the way.

And that’s when it hit him.

She had texted him and he could see her number. That meant that he could save her number on his phone. It also meant…

Well, he honestly didn’t know what it meant, but he didn’t feel like screaming into his pillow anymore.

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mypimpademia · 3 years

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Shinso x reader, Mina x reader, Kaminari x reader, Kirishima x reader

TW: Swearing

Note: another part of my high school AU! I've been wanting to write for some characters that I dont write too often, and I thought this would be the best way, enjoy!

Thank you to @katsuflossy for helping me w shinso and Kaminaris soccer parts😭

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SHINSO.

He's one of the people that genuinely perfers being alone most of the time

And hes very intimidating to most people, but most realize that he's pretty chill and cool if you just talk to him

Hitoshi would be on the soccer team too

Number 12 baby (Ronaldinho's number)

Hed play midfield, and have insane control over the ball

Hes calm on the field just like he is off it

But he gets a little competitive sometimes, might have to sit down and take a breather for a second

He sometimes ends up talking shit about his opponents, and he is NOT quiet about it

Will look the exact player he's talking about dead in the eye and say that shit

"I'll knock your knees out if you push me again."

And he plays a little dirty, might kick the ball around in away that'll make people fall on their ass just to get a laugh out of it

He steps on and kicks shins too

Hes really the soccer teams MVP, they went one game without him an lost and realized just how much of a key he was to them

Hitoshi sees you as his good luck charm during games, if you're not there he feels like he can't play his absolute best

Good luck kisses before he goes on the field are mandatory, if you dont give him one or forget, youre gonna get a very sweaty hug after the game

Hitoshi has only ever come to school in sweatpants and hoodies, and only wears jeans or something other than his usual once a week just so he can switch it up

He probably comes in with major bags under his eyes and smelling like coffee

And just a little bit late

He normally goes out to eat during lunch, and always takes you with him and let's you choose

You're honestly the most underrated couple in school

The loner boy and his gorgeous s/o, it's basically a real life wattpad story

When people try flirting with you, he tries getting his soccer cleats out on them and you have to stop him before someone gets hurt

Hitoshi is just underrated overall and no one but you and his friens realize, give him more recognition </3

MINA.

The really nice popular girl of course

But one of the popular people whose popularity actually means something for once

Gets along with basically the whole school

And she makes sure everyone knows she belongs to you and you belong to her

"Mhm, I've got a pretty s/o, and I love them soo much."

Probably posts you on all her socials (that the whole school follows) everyday

Mina has been in pretty much every club and team, which is exactly how she got popular

She joins as many as she can every year, but her favorites are dance and volleyball, maybe soccer too

For dance she likes to show you her routines, and maybe even teach you how to do them if you're down for it

"How was that?!"

"You wanna learn it too, babe? I could teach you!"

She's the captain of every team she's been on

It honestly just comes from her being so charismatic and the way she can get along with people and bring everyone together

Mina is 100% best dressed

Best everything honestly

Best dressed, Best hair, all that

She's cool with all the staff members, so sometimes the turn a blind eye if she decides to head out at random even when she's not supposed to

The two of you are Thee School Couple

Everyone wishes they were you guys or at least had a relationship like the one you had

Everyone would be in tears if yall so much as fought

So 10/10 for both of you

KAMINARI.

Certified pretty play boy

Hes a flirt, and friendly, and super popular

But the playboy act dropped once the two of you got together, because that's when everyone saw how much of a simp he was for you

Denki would just constantly fawn and gush over you, it would be annoying if it were anyone else, but it was just so cute to see him be so crazy for someone after he was basically known for never being tied down

Hes on the soccer team with Shinso!

Number 5 <3

Who did you think was calming Shinso down when he got mad??? Definitely not their other teammates

Hes the teams striker, and him an Shinso are so coordinated on the field together it leaves their own teammates in shock everytime

Hes a good sport (unlike Shinso), and is very friendly with his opponents

Wishes them luck before the game, helps them up if they fall, even says 'My bad!' If he accidentally trips someone, and tells the good job if they lose

Like Shinso, good luck kisses are a must

They're more like good luck make outs with him, and he usually ends up getting so wrapped up in them that he only makes it to the field by the skin of his teeth (he gets yelled at by the coach a lot)

He gets so god damn DIRTY on the field

And it doesn't even make sense because he really doesn't slide around or fall too much

He just manages to come out covered in dirt, and the sweat doesn't make it better

Oh, and even if you give him a good luck kiss, he still hugs you after the game

He doesn't do it to be mean, he just gets excited when he's on the field and has a bunch of energy left when games are over

Denki takes you to get ice cream after games. Shinso third wheels sometimes, but it's cool and not awkward at all because you're all besties

Denki is the most popular guy in school, and he'd be most popular overall if it weren't for Mina

You guys get rated cutest couple by all the students because no one had seen Denki simp till you came along and it was just too cute

Everyone wishes they could be yall </3

And half the school has beef with you because you're dating Denki and they're jealous

But you guys are still an adorable and amazing couple so who cares

KIRISHIMA.

The super sweet and popular jock!

Hes the older sibling to all the people younger than him and in lower grades

Hes on the football team of course

The quarterback too

Number 44

Hes that player that the coach is really trying to get a scholarship for

The one the coach pulls off to the side and says "son, let me talk to you..." and then tells him how far he'll go

Colleges are already scouting him

Most of the school is crushing on him honestly

But they all know that he's all for you and only you

Eiji gives you kisses before games, after games and sometimes when there's a long enough break he'll run and kiss you really quick

Hes a vv good sport, always wishes players good luck and says nice job after games, and separates any of his teammates that try to fight w their opponents then say sorry

It's usually Bakugo hes separating because hes on the football team with Eiji when he's not in Boxing

Everyone that's younger than you sees you and kiri as big siblings, and those older see you as cousins

Yall are just that couple that everyone loves

The whole school basically gushes when you walk in wearing his letterman jacket or one of his football jerseys

You're the couple the doesn't disgust everyone when you kiss in the halls <3

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ak8shi · 4 years

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The HQ Boys & taking you to a haunted house: Atsumu + Bokuto + Suna + Oikawa

a/n: it isn’t even close to fall yet but this idea has been sitting in my head for weeks,,, enjoy!

warnings: none, just some swearing

Miya Atsumu

GIRL,,, he’s already secretly pissing himself on the drive to the place LMFAOO

atsumu likes to rest his hand on your thigh when he drives (he’s a bad driver omg he always goes like twenty over) and he’s like clawing you on the way there👹

but hes going to keep his cool in front of you and he covers up his nervousness by teasing you about being scared

Atsumu, shaking in his boots: aw babe do I need to carry ya through the house?☺️

you: sure.,,🙄

he isn’t even that bad until ya’ll get to the entrance of the haunted house,,, he starts sweating and talking to himself frantically lmaooo

“it’s fine tsumu, you’re fine” “don’t even worry about it”

PLEASEE as soon as you get in he’s gripping your hand so hard... there’s no circulation in your left arm

you have the hold his arms back because he keeps almost punching the actors SMAKSJLS

He doesn’t scream super loud but he curses at all the people jumping out, you better PRAY there’s no kids around

he moves through the house way too fast like ya’ll are running at one point and he’s just pulling you along WHY ARE YOU CHASING HIM

BUT if he knows you’re seriously scared he would never leave you behind and he would protect you by keeping you behind him

once you get out he’s acting like he wasn’t even phased,,,

Atsumu, snapping a picture of you gripping onto his arm: “she wouldn’t survive without me” PLEASE SOMEONE humble him💀

(he cries when he sees the snapshots from inside the haunted house where he’s crouching against you and burying his face in your hoody, “baby y-you can’t share these with anyone” LALMSJDK GET-)

Bokuto Koutarou

okay, let’s be honest probably the best and most fun person to go through a haunted house with

he’s so protective of you and you’re his first priority!! He always makes sure you’re comfy and also he’s so big and you can hide behind him !!🥰

what a cutie he’s so excited to go with you, he loves fall festivities

He isn’t really nervous but he’s shaking from adrenaline before you go in (and probably from the three candy apples he devoured beforehand)

he starts humming songs before ya’ll go in to calm both his and your nerves, and he tries to dance with you in line SKHDNKDL

I’m really crying I feel like he would be wearing his varsity jacket and he wouldn’t even hesitate to drape it around your shoulders if you were chilly thriller vibes

okay once you’re in, he genuinely enjoys the scare and goes through the house like a normal person

He lets you grip onto his bicep, and hold his hand (he’s one of those people who are warm no matter what)

HE SCREAMS LOUD THOUGH prepare your eardrums🗣

the cast is even like,,, god.. my ears

After jump-scares he tries talking to the actors and they’re like ??? but honestly it makes it less scary

he would offer to give you a piggyback if you’re too scared :(

Ugh imagine burying your face in his neck and he smells so good and he’s carrying you with his strong arms through it, reassuring you that none of it is real

HE WOULD NEVER JUDGE YOU :((

He just loves the fact that he gets to spend time with you, and he loves the way you hold onto him

Once you get out, he makes sure you’re okay and that you have a smile on your face at the end

But then he sneaks up behind you and scares you as a joke at the end😭 MEAN

He keeps the pictures of the two of you from the haunted house and in the pumpkin patch in his wallet and in his MSBY locker ugh cute

Suna Rintarou

Also one of the one’s who are secretly sort of pissing themselves but won’t show it at all

pretty calm on the way there but you can tell something is off because he keeps fidgeting and asking you if you’re sure you want to go into it LMFAO

You: for the 34th time bighead,,, YES I want to go

once you get there he’s so cute :( he takes your hand in his and puts it into his sweatshirt pocket ugh

HE STARTS CRACKING JOKES and that’s when you know for sure he’s nervous 💔

Rin: babe that zombie kind of looks like you when you wake up hungover

you:... shut the fuck up and take my hand

GIRL HE’S USING YOU AS A SHIELD I CAN’T-💀

He DOES let you squeeze his hand and he thinks the way you bundle into his side is so cute :(

He literally stops moving when someone jumps out at ya’ll and you have to pull him along or else you would be stuck being attacked by the same people

He doesn’t scream super loud or anything, but he jumps so badly lmao he moves the fastest you’ve ever seen him move besides on the volleyball court

at the part with the fog machine, you both literally get so lost because he’s blind and is convinced that he’s leading you both towards the right direction when in reality you’re walking in circles

IF you’re the one who’s extremely scared, he’ll take you in his arms and let you cover your face with his sweatshirt

once you make it out, suna will for sure keep the pictures of the two of you in his phone case because he thinks you look so cute huddle next to him, gripping his pussy bangs

Rin, hair disheveled and shirt covered in sweat stains: it wasn’t that bad, you’ve been rougher with me

HE’S SO ANNOYING I-

Oikawa Tooru

I have no idea what he thought going through a haunted corn maze would be like, but he overdresses SO MUCH LMFAKDJDK

man is wearing dress pants and a nice cashmere sweater... tooru please

he looks good but you can’t bring yourself to tell him you’re going to be running for your lives through a farm yard full of dirt and corn

he doesn’t act nervous because he doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into lmfaoo

once you get there he’s like.... wow that is kinda dark..

the nerves start setting in and he’s like trying to ask you if YOU’RE sure if you want to go

Oikawa: baby are you sure you want to go through it? We can always just egg Wakatoshi’s house and get the same experience 🥺

you: yes, I’m sure sweetie❤️

SKSKDJD he just really isn’t ready for it, both of you are holding onto each other for dear life as you enter the maze

GIRL HE SCREAMS WHEN THE PEOPLE POP OUT AND THEY’RE ALLOWED TO TOUCH PEOPLE HE’S IN TEARS

HE INSULTS THE ACTORS WHEN THE JUMP OUT why is he being so mean omg it comes out instinctively-

you have to basically pull him up from the ground and run since the people tend to chase you

He literally blacks out for the entire thing omg he’s losing it.. it doesn’t help that he didn’t eat dinner before

at one point you get lost in the maze and you can’t seem to find your way out, but tooru decides he’s had enough of it and drags you through the corn field(not even on the paths) and leads you both to the exit🗿

both of you look like you were wrestling out there, with twigs, leaves, and corn stalks sticking out of your clothes and hair,, sweating messes

but you go to a little photo-booth at the location and take pictures, and they turn out so cute..,,

you: maybe we should have egged ushiwaka’s house😳

him: I told you fool😤

#what is this. the quality of my work📉📉📉😂😂😂😂#i j thot ot was cute okay.#i mustered up snough wnergy to do this drunk so-#haikyuu!!#atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #suna x reader #bokuto x reader #oikawa x reader #hq fluff #hq headcannon #atsumu hc #suna headcanons #bokuto headcannon #miya atsumu #bokuto koutarou #suna rintarou #oikawa tooru

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Temptation | myg

» Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

» Genre: Professor!au, Angst, Smut

» Word Count: 7.9k+

— Synopsis; Though you find your professor, Min Yoongi attractive, it didn’t start out that way, strongly anyhow. It seemed like he loved making your college life a living hell but, of course, you got used to it or just became numb to it at least. But soon you find out his reasonings for treating you the way he had.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Dom!Yoongi, Fingering, Pussy-slapping, Ass-slapping, Oral sex (m/f receiving), Unprotected sex (stay safe), Choking, Slight praising, Name-calling

A/N: I really hope you enjoy!! let me know what you think by leaving a comment or you can shoot me an ask. :)

Masterlist | part of the “Sexual Encounters“ series

— posted: 11.10 2020

With a slam of the front door to your apartment, you sped past Taehyung who was relaxed on the couch, watching Tv. "Hey, how was-" He paused, noticing the unhappy look on your face. After you groaned a 'Hi', he swung his arm over the top of the couch while leaning his head back, watching you disappear into the dark abyss that was your room.

You switch on the light before dropping your bags on the floor along with your coat, plopping on the bed, and staring at the ceiling. As you laid there you heard a knock at your door. "Hey, can I come in?" You lift your head for a split second to see Taehyung at the door waiting for permission to enter. "Yeah." He walks over and sits next to you at the edge of the bed.

"So, wanna tell me what happened?" You immediately shot up, facing him. "Professor Min is what happened." Teahyung knew about your hot but dickhead of a professor, he wondered if he gave you an unreasonable deadline again or if he embarrassed you in class. "What did he do this time?" Taehyung asked, finding it amusing how much the two of you seemed to hate each other. Yet he can't help but think there's more between the both of you, even if you don't realize it.

"Out of all the cafes, he walks into mine, I just want to work in peace." You stated. Taehyung turned his head for a brief moment, fighting the urge to laugh. "That's it?" You glared at him before continuing. "No, He had the audacity to say, I hope you're better at making coffee than you are at writing." Taehyung raises an eyebrow, surprised but he finally started to understand the more you talked. "He even pulled me aside after class to talk about my choice of clothing." You plop back on the bed with a huff.

"What do you mean?" You simply stand up, raising your arms to the side to show your outfit. "I was tired of wearing sweat pants and a hoody, so I put on my normal clothes." You sat back down, grabbing a pillow and holding it close to your chest. "The girls in my class practically have their ass and tits out, but he says nothing to them." Taehyung saw a few ways of this turning out, he just hoped it happens after graduation.

"But when I come along in jeans and a short sleeve crop top that covers my boobs, it's inappropriate." You were so tired of this back and forth, one day it's a good day, then it's a bad day. "But I don't have to deal with him for much longer, thank goodness." Taehyung lays back on the bed. "That's true, and maybe you could find out why he acts the way he does towards you." You scoff, crossing your arms. "It's because he hates me, he wants to see me fail." You speak dramatically, causing Taehyung to laugh.

"I highly doubt that." Before you could ask him what he meant, the doorbell rings catching your attention. "That's probably Natalie, she wants to take me to the club." You stand up, walking out of your room to the front door. "Well, that sounds nice." You hum in response before opening the door. "Hey, Nat." You greeted her, pulling her into a hug. "Hey Girl! I'm super excited about tonight." You nodded as you move to the side, letting her in. "Yeah, me too." As she walked past, you noticed two dresses in her arms.

You guessed she was gonna have you wear one of hers. "I haven't been out to have fun in a while, so I definitely need this." She laughs, understanding. She walks over to Taehyung greeting him before quickly turning to you, handing you the black dress. "Put this one on so I can see how it looks on you." You take the dress hesitantly, it was a bit shorter than you were used to. "Then after I see it we can get ready." With an eyebrow raised, you agreed before walking off. "Hey Tae, you're coming too, right?"

He tilts his head, thinking if he should. "Oh come on, it will just be me, you, Y\n, and Hoseok, it'll be fun." Taehyung looks up, passed Natalie with a slight smile. "You should come." You said as you stood there posing for Natalie. "Oh. My. God, you look amazing in that dress." She complimented you before standing up, walking over to you. "It hugs your body just right, showing off all your curves." She grabbed your hand, slowly spinning you around so she could see everything. You giggled before thanking her, you looked back at Taehyung, waiting for his answer.

"So?" You asked with a smile. "Oh, you look very... beautiful." You looked at Natalie, giggling before looking back at Taehyung. "Thank you, but I actually meant if you were coming or not." Taehyung laughs as he nobbed his head. "Yeah, I'll come." You hopped in excitement as Taehyung and Natalie watched you skip to your room, getting ready. "Yeah, have you noticed anything different about her?" Taehyung slowly looks at Natalie with a curious expression. "Like what?"

"I don't know, she just seems more..." Natalie stares into the hallway, thinking. about you. "Alive." Taehyung immediately snickered causing her to finally face him. "What does that even mean, Nat?" She rolls her eyes with a slight smile tugging the corners of her lips. "I just mean she seems happier, that's all." Taehyung couldn't help but think back to that night he had with you was what Natalie was picking up on. "Maybe she's happy she's finally going out for some fun." She nods her head, agreeing with him. "Yeah, you're right, it has been a while." She starts to make her way towards your room as she suggests getting ready.

"Come on, let's get ready, Hoseok will meet us there soon." Taehyung nods as he heads towards his room. "Well, since it'll only take me about five minutes to get ready, unlike you two, just come and get me when you're done." Natalie gives him a look before he throws up his hands. "Hey, I'm just stating facts." He laughs as she rolls her eyes. "Whatever." She uttered with a chuckle before disappearing into your room.

The car stopped in front of the club, a long line of people dressed for the occasion reached around the building. You hopped out of the car while the Uber driver wished a good time for the three of you before slowly driving off. Right above the entrance was the name of the club, Crimson and in line waiting for you was Hoseok. "Yeah, guys over here." Hoseok called. Natalie rushed over to him, throwing her arms over his shoulders and hugging him.

You and Taehyung looked at each other with smirks on your faces before looking back at the two. "Hey Hobi, been a while." You greeted him with a hug. "It sure has, how have you two been?" Taehyung speaks up for the two of you as your attention got distracted for a moment. "We've been good, just trying to get through school." You turned your attention back to your friends. "And tonight is about having fun and getting your mind off of school-related things." You nodded your head, agreeing with Natalie.

"Like a particular professor." Taehyung spoke under his breath as Natalie snickered. Hoseok looks at you, curious about this professor of yours but you ignored him, changing the subject. "Anyways, I have an idea on how we can skip the line and get in." You looked at Natalie, slightly shaking your chest back and forth as she slowly caught on to what you meant. "We haven't done that in... a long time, we're probably rusty." You scoff as you dramatically flipped your hair over your shoulder.

"Hey! speak for yourself, I know I still got it." Hoseok and Taehyung watched the two of you talk back and forth, confused as usual before Hoseok spoke up. "Umm, mind sharing with the class, ladies." You slightly smirked at the two males before grabbing Natalie's hand. "You'll see." You waved for the boys to follow you before making your way to the doorman. Taehyung watched as you talked to the man, you rested your hand on your chest as you laughed before placing your hand on the man's arm.

Natalie wrapped her arms around your shoulders before kissing you on the cheek, you suddenly pointed towards Taehyung and Hoseok before turning back to the man. "What do you think they said to him?" Taehyung shrugged his shoulders, clearly unsure. "I haven't the foggiest." Both you and Natalie turned to the two males, waving for them to following you two inside. As they walked closer you leaned up to the doorman, kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you, sweetie." Taehyung and Hoseok both raised their eyebrows in surprise as you all made your way inside.

"See, told you I still got it." You leaned against the bar counter with a big grin. Natalie nodded, agreeing with you. "What can I get you two lovely ladies?" A bartender with black, sleek hair and a strand freed from the loose low ponytail, reveals a handsome, cheerful face. Gentle blue eyes, set appealingly within their sockets, watching and waiting for a response. "I'd like a martini, stirred." The man smirked at you before turning towards Natalie. Once everyone ordered their drinks Hoseok spotted a table.

"So, what's with this Professor of yours?" Hoseok asked as you slid into your seat next to Taehyung. You looked at him for a brief moment, wondering how he knew until Natalie popped to mind. "Oh, Natalie mentioned him." You nodded with your lips slightly pressed together in a small smile, understanding. "She wants to hate-fuck him." Natalie almost spat out her drink as you quickly whipped your head towards Taehyung, shocked.

"She certainly didn't mention anything like that." Hoseok spoke, amused. "Just because I find him attractive doesn't mean that I want to...hate-fuck him." You rolled your eyes at Taehyung before taking a sip of your drink. "Plus, what do you know anything about hate-fucking?" He knew it wasn't really a question but a jab at the fact that he was a virgin up until a week ago. "Well, you can always teach me." He spoke low but not low enough, Natalie heard him and stared at the two of you.

You kicked Taehyung under the table causing him to make a sudden noise of discomfort before coughing as a cover-up. Natalie was oddly quiet and kept looking back and forth between you and Taehyung until her eyes widen. "No! no way." You furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to what she had discovered. "What?" You asked. "Have you two... you know, have sex?" She pointed her finger between you and Taehyung.

"What!" You and Taehyung spoke in unison. "No, o-of course not." Taehyung stuttered, he couldn't believe that she could have figured that out just from something he said. "Why would you think that?" You asked trying to figure out her thought process. "Well, because of what he said." Natalie pauses, taking a sip of her drink. "I mean you're usually the one to make sexual jokes, but figured it wasn't a joke coming from him." You and Taehyung looked at each other before he suddenly laughed.

"It was most definitely a joke, granted I don't make those kinds of jokes but there's a first time for everything." Natalie nodded her head staring at you before completely moving on from the topic. "Anyways, my professor is a dickhead and has a stick up his ass but tonight isn't about him, it's about having fun so let's have fun." Natalie glops the rest of her drink down before grabbing Hoseok's hand. "Come on guys, let's dance, I wanna dance." You laugh, realizing she's already drunk.

Taehyung reaches his hand out for yours, you placed your hand in his before he guided you to the dance floor. You and Taehyung moved to the upbeat music with fluid and in sync movements. "So you never told Natalie about what happened between us, why?" Taehyung asked with a slight smile. "I can ask you the same thing." Taehyung looked at Natalie dancing with Hoseok before looking back at you. "Simple, it's a girl's conversation."

You shook your head, realizing that that definitely was a Taehyung thing to think. "So, What's your reason?" You took a brief moment, thinking about your answer before speaking. "If she found out she would never let it go, and she would insist that we have feelings for each other." He nodded his head, acknowledging how right you were. "And I'd rather wait a little while before telling her, I feel like if we told her this soon it might make things a little awkward for us."

He gave you a looked of confusion before spinning you around. "I don't think it would make things awkward." A look of disbelief formed across your face. "Really, so her constantly saying that we have romantic feelings for each other, and how cute of a couple we would be wouldn't feel just... a little awkward?" Taehyung tilts his head slightly with his lips pursed, realizing that you're right again. "That's what I thought." You chuckled as he spun you once again.

The music came to an end, fading into a slower and more sensual song. You slowed your movements and started to walk back to the bar but suddenly you felt taehyung grip your hand, pulling you back into his chest. "Speaking of awkward, isn't that your professor." You quickly turned your head, following his gaze but you didn't see him. "Where?" Taehyung grabbed your hand spinning you around, placing his hands on your waist.

"See the girl in the crimson dress and the cinderella like shoes?" He slightly leaned down to your ear. "Look at who she's dancing with." You immediately noticed him and made eye contact with him. You freaked out, quickly spinning back around, facing Taehyung. "Oh no! he noticed me." Taehyung laughs in amusement. "Yeah, he's noticed you for a while." You weren't as amused as he was and he could tell that if he doesn't explain immediately you might just kill him.

"I noticed him about 5 minutes ago, he's been looking at you on and off." You couldn't believe this, tonight was supposed to be about having fun and you can feel your fun slowly fading away. It was like he could sense you were enjoying yourself and just popped up to ruin it for you. "I think your professor has the hots for you." You sigh, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. "What's with you and the hate-fucking and my professor having the hots for me kick?"

He shrugs his shoulders while letting a sigh escape. "I'm a guy and I know those looks he's been giving you, they tell me something very clear." He wasn't sure he liked the meaning behind the attention you were receiving from your professor. "And I know you all too well, you can't lie and tell me that you haven't had any thoughts about fucking him." You stammer, trying to think of a lie but realize you just couldn't, just like Taehyung said.

"Exactly." He chuckles at your defeated expression before trying to give you good advice. "I think you should at least find out why he acts the way he does towards you." You look up into Taehyung's eyes, thinking before nodding. "Fine, not knowing has kinda been... irritating me." You finally were honest to not only your best friend but also to yourself.

"But not now, I'll do it another day." You turn to your right and notice Natalie dancing wildly on top of the bar counter. "I think it's time to go anyway, look." You pointed towards Natalie and hear a snicker from Taehyung. "Poor Hoseok, he doesn't even know how to handle her when she gets like this." Before making your way to Hoseok, you took one last look over to where Yoongi was and noticed he was gone.

"I think I'm getting too old for this." Taehyung rolled his eyes in disbelief that those words even left your lips. "Your 25." You nodded your head in agreement. "Yes, and I started clubbing at 18 to 24, now I'm 25." All Taehyung could do was shake his head and laugh. "I'm still young but I think a calm bar would suit me best." You stated before pushing through drunk people towards Natalie who was close to getting a head injury, while taehyung stood next to Hoseok, watching you.

Once you got her down, you apologized to the bartender, getting a smile in return. "Come on, it's time to get you home." Her smile, drunkenly before calling you Hoseok. "Y-You're soo strong." You weren't really sure how to respond to that but one thing was for sure, you'd tease her about it tomorrow. "Thanks... I think." As you reached the two males, Hoseok expressed his gratitude for helping Natalie down where he was unsuccessful. "How did you get her to come down?"

You chuckle at his reaction before sitting her down at a table. "I just told her I'd give her some ice cream, actually...you would give her ice cream." He laughs as he looks down at Natalie. "She thought I was you, so." He nods his head, understanding. It was so cute the way he looked at her, the way he felt about her was in his eyes, that much was clear. "Hey, I'll take her home, you two can stay and have fun or head home and get some rest." You knew Natalie would want this but you just hoped that she wouldn't be too much for him.

"Really? I know you were never able to say no to her so if she tries to persuade you to take her somewhere else, are you sure?." He reassured you that that won't happen. "I'll be fine and so will she, I promise." He wrapped his arm around her waist, letting her lean on him. "Alright then, can you do me a favor." He nods, wondering what was on your mind. "When you take her home, can you stay with her just until she falls asleep, in case she needs something?"

He smiles brightly before agreeing to do as you requested. He hugs you and Taehyung saying goodbye before heading out. You stood there waving until they were out of sight. "That's so sweet, they'll be a cute couple... that is if one of them makes a move." Teahyung turns towards you, confused. "Wait, they like each other?" You mentally facepalm, he's known them for years and yet he's unaware of something like this.

You decided to walk away instead of answering him, leaving him to follow you while continuously asking a bunch of questions. "Hey, I'll meet you outside, I need to use the bathroom real quick." You stopped in your tracks getting ready to turn around. "Now?" He grips your wrist, stopping you from walking away. "Yes, that alcohol went right through me." He sighs as he slowly lets your wrist go.

"Fine but I'm staying right here. If you're not back in five minutes I'm coming to get you." He was worried about you going alone but he knew he couldn't go in with you so he opted to stay where he could see you. "I'll be back." You placed a hand on his arm, giving him a smile before walking towards the restrooms. As you got closer you saw the ridiculous line and realized by the time it would take you to get in, you would already be home, releasing your bladder.

With a groan, you turned around to head back to Taehyung but suddenly your heart started beating rapidly from the sudden shock. Standing in front of you was none other than, Min fucking Yoongi. "Interesting running into you here." With a hand to your chest, you narrow your eyes at him. "It's interesting how you continuously run into me as of late." An amused chuckle escapes his lips. "What, you think I'm following you?" You put your hands to your side. "I don't know, are you?" He looks away towards the people on the dance floor. "Don't flatter yourself."

"Those were merely a coincidence, just like tonight." As he spoke, you then noticed what he was wearing. "I didn't even think you'd like places like these." He wore an all-black outfit, a smooth shirt with it unbuttoned at the top, and tucked into fitted jeans with slits at the knees. Very different from what he wears at School. "I just came here to get my mind off of some things, and have fun." Your cheeks slightly heated up upon realizing you had been staring him up and down for way too long.

"What about you?" He asked with an eyebrow arched, you hoped he didn't notice. "Same." Despite the somewhat faded music and your low tone, he heard you clear. "Even though you should be at home studying?" Tonight was supposed to be fun but here you are, about to blow a blood vessel because of him. "I'm not having this discussion with you." You start to walk away but stopped, turning back around.

You realized that this was a great opportunity to ask him about his attitude towards you. "No, you know what, I've been wanting to know something." He tilts his head slightly. "I'm all ears." He stood there, arms crossed waiting and wondering what was on your mind. "Why do you hate me so much?" His eyes widen, taken aback before his expression went back to normal. "Hate you?" He chuckles. "And what makes you think I hate you?"

The glimmer of amusement in his eyes set your blood boiling. "Oh I don't know, maybe it's your inconsideration, abrasiveness, and bitchy attitude you have only towards me." You had never been this infuriated before, you just wanted to strangle him. The audacity he had to stand here and lie straight to your face. "I don't hate you." He spoke with no emotion in his voice, pissing you off even more. "Bullshit! You've had it out for me since day one." He furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head.

"You say that like I've been out to kill you or something." It's like he was trying so hard to hide how he really felt, but the more you pushed the harder it seemed to be for him. "I just wanna understand." He sighs, ready to end the conversation. "It's not that hard to comprehend when I've spelled it out for you." He turns around, walking towards some empty tables. You follow him, unwittingly. "So you're just gonna walk away."

"Looks that way." He reaches one of the many leather couches, taking a seat. "You piss me off." Your voice was calm and somewhat peaceful as you spoke, but in reality, it was you feeling defeated. You gave up on trying to figure out what he was thinking, it didn't matter anyway. You were soon to leave, moving on with life and most likely never see him again.

Thinking those would be your real last words to your professor, you turn around to leave but abruptly you were being pulled back and spun around. "I piss you off?" He places a finger under your chin, making you look up at him. "You don't even understand how furious you make me." You felt your cheeks heat up from being so close to him, you hated it. It made you feel like a dumb teenager again, getting so flustered for no reason. "You want to know why I treat you the way I do."

You saw his wall come crumbling down, he caved in and was finally being honest. "It's because I'm the teacher and you're the student." His voice was unusually deeper yet so smooth as he spoke into your ear. He removed his hand from your chin and placed it on your shoulders, turning you around. Your back was pressed up against his chest as he continued talking. "But you make it so damn difficult for me without even realizing it." As his hand slowly traveled down your arms, you felt your stomach flip.

"You come into class wearing your oversized hoodie and sweat pants, unaware of what you do to me." As you listened you thought back to all the times you were around him, at school, at the cafe, even the time you ran into him at the grocery store. You never once noticed how he felt but how could you, he would be a dick to you any chance he got. "Why do you think I was on your case about your clothes today." He lifts your arm, guiding it to rest around the back of his neck.

"Even now, seeing you wear this dress is doing things to me." You lean your head back on his shoulder as he rubs his hand down your side before he reached your thigh, caressing it. "The way you cross your legs, twirling your hair around your finger." You felt your neck being exposed as he gently pulls your hair back to the side. "The way you softly bite your lip." He started swinging from side to side to the music and your hips followed.

As his hands roamed your body you arched your back, ass pushing into his groin causing him to softly groan. "Or the way you nibble on your pen when you're deeply concentrating." You didn't realize how much you wanted him until now, the tingling sensation was growing stronger. "You think I don't notice, but I see everything you do." He leans down farther, placing a soft and delicate kiss on your neck, which made you moan involuntarily. "Sometimes I imagine that that's not what's in your mouth."

"Sometimes I just want to bend you over my desk and fuck you in front of the whole class." He grabs your arm, guiding it back down to your side before gently placing his hand on your waist, turning you around. "You're an intelligent, gorgeous, and hard-working woman." He grips your chin once again as if he wants to kiss you. "More than anyone in my class, and that's what's most attractive about you." But instead, he brushes his hand up, caressing your cheek.

"But my behavior towards you is to keep myself inline." You were speechless, this whole time you were lost in his touch and voice and his words. You weren't sure what to even say but before you could think of something he leans down to your ear. "How is that for an explanation." He leans back, looking into your eyes with such overwhelming lust. "Now, why don't you be a good girl and go home, Trouble." With that, he walks past you, leaving the club, leaving you like this. A mess, a horny mess.

ONE WEEK LATER...

Looks can be deceiving when dealing with Min Yoongi, but the fact he's callous and offensive is just the tip of the iceberg. Never mind the fact that he's also difficult, inconsiderate, and sarcastic. Plenty of days have been ruined because of this but for the past week, things have been different. He hasn't been his usual self, it's almost like he avoids any kind of unnecessary interaction with you.

You should be happy about that but lately, you just sit in class, spacing out. Which he would usually be on your case about it by now. As Yoongi spoke, you sat there with your head in your hand, leaning on your elbow, you kept replaying what happened at the club. His hands, his lips, the words he whispered in your ear, and the way he pressed his body against yours. All of it was on a loop for you, you've been wanting to talk to him but you just can't seem to bring yourself to do it, oddly.

Without realizing it class had ended, suddenly the feel of a hand on your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts. Surprised, you jolt up and noticed that the hand belonged to a close classmate of yours, Lilly Harris. "Hey, Earth to Y\n." Chestnut, curly hair slightly reveals a strong, warm face. Lidded brown eyes, set graciously within their sockets, patiently watching over you as you come back to reality.

"Class is over." She giggles as she informed you. "Oh, wow." You said as you looked around, noticing that most of the students were gone, leaving just Lilly, you, and five others who were gathering their things to depart. "Yeah, you wanna grab lunch together?" She asked as she gathered her things. You thought about it for a brief moment, you wanted to say yes but you were so exhausted that you just wanted to go home and take a nap before work.

"Thank you, but I think 'I'm just gonna head home." She smiles, understanding as she stands up. "Okay, maybe next time then." You agreed before she walks off, bidding you goodbye. As you stood up you grabbed your bag, swinging it over your shoulder. You kept looking up at yoongi who was cleaning off the whiteboard, as soon as you made it to the exit you heard Yoongi say your name softly. You took a deep breath before turning to him. "I need to talk to you." You nodded, walking towards him.

Given the way he has been acting towards you, you thought that he wanted to talk about school, maybe to start complaining about something you didn't do right, according to his impossible standards. "I want to... I'm sorry about what I did and what I said at the club, that night." Your eyes slowly widen, you were shocked to hear him, Min Yoongi apologize. "It was very unprofessional of me, seeing as how you are my student."

He must feel really bad to be apologizing, he would never do such a thing unless he felt like he was truly in the wrong. "Wow, are you apologizing, never thought I'd live to see the day." You teased with your arms crossed and a small smile. He tilted his head slightly with a raised eyebrow. "Don't push your luck." It became even harder to not smile at that. Your eyes traveled to the floor as you became lost in your thought, but only for a brief moment. "I'm sorry too." He stepped closer with arms crossed.

"For what?" He asked, genuinely confused. "You're not the only one to blame." As you spoke he started to see where this was going. "I could've told you off, but instead I enjoyed it." You suddenly realized how sensual you sounded just now, it wasn't your intention but you couldn't lie, you enjoyed the way his eyes traveled over your body. "Yeah, I could tell." He teased. "But with that being said, I don't accept your apology." He walked over to his desk, leaning on it while resting his elbow on his leg.

"And why is that? Trouble." You felt your cheeks heat up and a tingle between your legs as the nickname traveled to your ears. The first time he called you that at the club you had the same reaction and he could tell how much you liked it just now. "Because you left without finishing what you started, just leaving me there." A slight smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he contemplates whether or not he should really be doing this with you.

He has tried so hard to restrain himself from acting on his attraction for you, so many damn times. But after that night he knows he can't resist you anymore. "Fine, I see that words won't suffice for an apology." Your heart started beating rapidly as he walked up to you, his eyes grew dark with lust. He reaches out for you but hesitates, he didn't want to cross that line, yet it was getting harder to see that line to even care anymore.

He gently brushes your hair behind your ear, caressing your face. "Well, I'll just have to make it up to you some other way." He slowly leaned in, licking a stripe up your neck. Smiling against your skin, he was amused at how you let out an airy moan. He wanted to hear more, he wanted to know what you looked like when you came, and he was determined to find out. Suddenly he lifted you off the ground, out of shock you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He walks over to his desk, brushing off his things and placing you down on it, unbothered by the mess he made. "You sure about this, Trouble?" You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a kiss. This was the first time you felt his lips against yours, his were soft and sweet. Once you pulled away, he looked surprised and pleased. "I'm sure." You spoke as you pull his tie undone and unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off his body.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulder as his lips find yours again, holding your waist with one arm. After sliding his hand under your shirt he pulls from your lips, leaning down to your neck. "No bra, huh?" With a chuckle, he softly bites down, making you moan. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were planning for this to happen."

"And even going as far as to wear this short skirt." He drags his hand to your abdomen and down your leg until he reached the hem of your skirt. With every movement of his hand, your breath got heavier in anticipation. He lightly rubs his fingers across your panties and smirks. "Already so wet for me and I've barely touched you." You felt your cheeks burn with how much you were blushing. "What is it that's turning you on so much?" He speaks in your ear ever so softly before kissing your neck.

"Is it my hands, touching you here and here?" He rubbed your back, making you aware of his left hand, then pressed against your clit lightly harder, making you aware of his right hand. "It is my voice?" All this teasing was driving you insane, you knew that he knew exactly what it was that was turning you on. "Or maybe it's the fact that your teacher is in between your legs, getting ready to make you cum on his fingers." With one hand he pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it on the floor.

He then pulled you closer into his chest, feeling your naked body against his. "You want to cum on my fingers?" He whispered in your ear before playfully biting your ear. You moaned, unable to think straight. "Aww, nothing to say, you're usually so talkative, so mouthy." He pulled his hand away from your pussy, amused at your disappointed expression. "Come on Trouble, you gotta tell me what you want otherwise how can I make you feel good." You feel him press his groin against you as he places both hands on your face, making you look at him.

"So I'm gonna ask you one more time and I expect an answer from you." He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip before asking you. "Do you want my fingers?" He looked into your eye with such intensity that you had no choice but to obey him. "Yes... but I would much rather have something else." You glanced down at his bulge. "Cute, but I'm not sure you deserve my cock just yet." He grabs your legs and spins you around as he walks to the other side of the desk. "What happened to making it up to me?"

You gripped his pants playfully, clearly horny and needy. "Trust me, I'm going to more than just make it up to you." He lifts your legs and pulls your ass closer to the edge. He slid off your panties, throwing them off to the side. "Now, lay back." He demands before sitting in his chair, placing one of your legs over his shoulder while spreading the other out. Feeling a bit embarrassed and exposed, without thinking you pushed your skirt down to cover yourself slightly. Your hands were suddenly pulled away as yoongi giggled and lifted your skirt back up. "Don't get shy now, Trouble."

As he held your hands in his, he teasingly licked a stripe up your inner thigh. He could feel you squirm from the frustration and anticipation, he softly bites your thigh as he releases your hands. "Now, be a good girl and relax for me." He stands up, hovering over you as he slides two fingers between your folds, creating circles on your clit. As he leans down to your neck, he softly bites down causing you to let out a shaky moan, while gripping his arm that was holding himself up.

The sensation of his mouth on your neck and the way his fingers are working on your sensitive clit was driving you crazy. He slowly slides his middle and ring finger down your folds until he made contact with your entrance, slipping them in. Just before you moaned out he pulled your lips into a kiss to muffle the noise. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders pulling him closer to you, feeling his skin against yours.

He sped up the pace, pumping his fingers faster as he released your lips before slightly crouching down. As he fucked you with his fingers he softly took your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Immense pleasure surged through your body, reaching your limit. “That's it baby, cum for me,” he said as he continued to work his tongue on you. You couldn't resist the feeling and let out a loud moan as you came instantly.

As you laid there breathing heavily, he pulled his fingers out, licking them clean of your juices. “what a sweet troublemaker you are,” he states between licks. He hovers over you for a moment to softly kiss your lips before helping you up. As you sit on the edge of the desk, he bends down to sit in his chair. As he sits there he rubs his hand over his bulge while his eyes travel your body. "Since you're being such a good girl for me," As he spoke he slipped off his pants and underwear, letting his cock spring free.

"Why don't you come and get your reward." He smirked as he watched you bite your bottom lip. You slid off the desk, crouching down to your knees before grasping him in your hand. You gave him a few pumps before lowering your mouth onto his tip and slowly swirling your tongue over the head, while seductively looking up at him through your lashes.

He couldn’t help but curse under his breath as he felt the warmth of your mouth. You slowly took him in, bobbing your head up and down. You intentionally kept at a slow pace until you could feel his hand in your hair. Softly brushing his fingers through, he groaned out of frustration. "Come on baby, don't tease me." every move of yours was agonizingly slow, and the more time passed the tighter his grip on your hair got.

But suddenly you squeeze your thighs together upon hearing him speak. "Please... faster, deeper." His voice was low and soft as he begged. You never thought you would hear him beg and sound so needy, it was extremely hot, you wanted to hear more. Without responding, you slowly took him in deeper until you felt him reach the back of your throat. "Fuckk." He hissed as you hold him there for a few seconds before coming up for air.

Before you could continue he stops you. "Enough! I need to be inside of you now," He pulls you along as he sprung up from his chair, spinning you around and lifting your leg up on the desk. "You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you?" He gently gripped your neck, holding you close to his chest as he spoke in your ear. He chuckles as you nod your head, not trusting yourself to speak. "I want to hear you, Babygirl." With his free hand, he slides his cock between your folds, teasing you.

"So when I ask you a question you need to answer me properly." He angled himself at your entrance and slowly pushes all the way in, letting you adjust. You let out a loud whimper of pleasure as you slightly reached your arms around you, holding his hips. He licks a strip across your neck before softly bitting down. You tap his hips, signaling for him to move but instead, he slides one of his hands down the front of your abdomen to your pussy and slaps down. "Fuck." You cried out as you slowly pushed down on his cock.

"You know, you never seem to have a problem cussing me out." He wrapped his arm around your waist, preventing you from moving. "So why don't you be a good girl and use your words, Trouble." Having him inside you and not fucking you was torture but at the same time, you were loving every second of it. You lifted up one of your hands that were on his hips to his hand that was still around your neck, holding on before finally speaking. "Please Fuck me," Your voice was filled with lust and desire.

"What a well behaved little whore you are." Suddenly he pulls half-way out than slides back in, started at a slow pace. With each thrust he would get deeper, burying himself inside of you. “You’re so fucking tight.” He nearly growled. You started to push back onto him in time with his thrusts. “Oh f-fuck,” You moaned, feeling him thrust faster and faster. Yoongi groaned at the sensation of your tight slit wrapped tightly around his cock.

"Is this what you want, you what my cock buried inside your warm cunt." He rubbed a hand up your body until he reached your breast, massaging, and pinching your nipple. "You feel so good, so fucking good." He purred as leaned his head down, pressing a kiss on your neck as his hips worked roughly. "Yes, just like that, push back on my dick." He praised you. His cock dragged against your walls, causing you to moan uncontrollably.

You started to clench around him tighter, indicating that you were close to cumming. “You want to cum?“ A muffled yes escaped your lips before you felt his hand release from your neck. "Bend over." He commanded as he put a hand on your back, gently guiding you down against the desk. “Oh-my-fucking-god!" You cried out as he held your hips, balls deep, speeding up his pace. "I want you to cum for me, cum on that dick, babygirl." He was trying to get you to cum before he did, but with each second it was getting harder for him not to just bust right then and there.

You felt the coil in your stomach tightening, signaling your quick approaching climax. "Who owns this fucking pussy?” You were so lost in the pleasure that you weren't paying much attention, but what came next was sure to send you over the edge. He delivers a smack to your ass to urge you to answer him. “You do! you own this pussy.” You cried out right before you felt yourself reach your second orgasm within a short time. He started to slow down his pace yet fucking you harder.

“That’s it baby, cum on my cock.” He continued to fuck you to his own release, causing you to be overstimulated. He knew you were sensitive but he was so close he couldn't stop yet. "I'm about to cum, just hold on a bit longer." His thrusts started to get a bit sloppy and his grip on your hips tightened, you knew he was about to cum. Right after noticing how close he was, he pulled out. "Holy Fuckkk." he moaned, dragging the words out, pumping his cock a few times before cumming on your ass.

Heavy breathing filled the classroom as you laid there and yoongi hunched over you, slightly exhausted but satisfied. He plops down into the chair behind him, just looking at your perfect ass that was on display for him. "Damn, I always knew you were a freaky little troublemaker." You giggled, not being able to contain your joy. You started to lift yourself up Yoongi immediately stands up, stopping you. "Wait," He stands behind you, reaching to the left of his desk and opening the drawer, getting the tissues.

"Let me clean you off first." After he cleaned the mess he made, he helped you stand up then gripped your chin, turning your head slightly before kissing you, causing your cheeks to heat up. As he backed away you pulled your skirt back down, putting the rest of your clothes on. "Shit!" You shouted as you looked at the clock on the wall. "What, what's wrong?" He asked as he was buttoning up his shirt. "I'm late for work." You started to walk away but Yoongi grips your arm.

"Wait, before you leave I need to tell you something." You gave him a curious look, wondering what was so important. "I never wanted you to think that I hated you... or to make your life hard." As he spoke he seemed uncomfortable, like he wasn't used to apologizing. "But I gave myself no choice, I didn't want to cross that line but I guess I failed, happily."

He spoke almost like a shy teenage boy, it was a cute look on him. "I'm sorry, anyways I'll give you a ride to work." You didn't say anything but smiled at him, making him wonder what you were thinking. "What?" You lifted yourself up to your tippy-toes and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, I appreciate you for apologizing." A small smile formed across his lips, he leaned towards you but you placed a hand on his chest. "But with that being said, don't give me special treatment just because we had sex."

He chuckles at your assumption. "And what makes you think I'm giving you special treatment?" You raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You're apologizing, offering to give me a ride, and didn't you just try to kiss me, again." He rolled his eyes before leaning in slightly closer. "Maybe I just like your lips and selfishly want to kiss them again." You gave him a looked that said, Bullshit. "Okay, maybe I am giving you special treatment, but I do like your lips and want to kiss them again." You released your hand from his chest, letting him lean in and kiss you.

"Once I walk out that door special treatment ends." He softly bites his bottom lip and just nods. "Okay, now I really have to go," You grab your bag and walked to the door but suddenly Yoongi spun you around, kissing you again. Longer and with more passion, his hands found your ass, giving it a squeeze. "Just wanted to give you one last kiss for the road." He just smirked at you then looked down at his watch.

"You better get a move on it, Trouble."

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ptergwen · 4 years

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let’s just pretend

w/c: 3.5k

warnings: rom com references, drinking, and a little bit of angst

summary: you cope with your feelings for peter by getting drunk on halloween

a/n: ok i really really love this and i loved writing it too? it’s the first like original idea i’ve had in a while so maybe that’s why but yeah i hope y’all enjoy and that this puts you in a halloweenish mood :-)

there’s something about fall that makes you nostalgic. the same images pop into your head whenever you hear the word october. pumpkin patches, colorful leaves, and hot coffee. it reminds you of being a kid. only when you were a kid, all you could think about this time of year was what you were going to be for halloween.

you’d spend weeks getting your costume together and coordinating with all your friends. trick or treating was literally the only thing that mattered. if you wanted to get good candy, you had to have a good costume.

the high school version of candy is alcohol. everyone just goes to parties so they can drink the whole night. no one even dresses up usually. you personally would rather have chocolate than cheap beer. your whole friend group agrees on that.

that’s why you decided to throw your own party this year. anyone who misses the old halloween can come hang out. so far it’s only peter, mj, ned, betty, and the rest of the decathlon team coming. betty invited everyone for you. she also asked liz, but she’s going to flash’s party. he only gets so many people because his parents are never home and don’t care if he raids the liquor cabinet. whatever.

you’re out finding something to wear with peter and mj a few hours before it starts. ned and betty already picked their costumes. she’s going as an angel, and he’s going as the devil. you think they should switch. they’re out shopping for snacks while the three of you hit up spirit halloween.

mj groans every single second there’s silence, and peter keeps getting scared by the motion sensor decorations. he eventually ends up having to go somewhere in the store that doesn’t have any. so, it’s a lot.

“why don’t you be a vampire?” mj asks in her fake interested voice, taking a pair of fangs off the rack in front of her. you scoff. “i think i did that in sixth grade.” she puts them back with a huff. “witch?” she’s just suggesting every costume she sees so you can get out of here. her lack of enthusiasm makes you want to take longer.

“no.”

“zookeeper?”

“eh.”

“what about cat in the hat?”

“mj, what? no.”

“uh... school girl?”

“ok, that’s just offensive.”

“you’re right. why do they have that?” she eyes the costume suspiciously. you cover it up with a random cloak that fell onto the floor. you’re never going to find anything at this point. maybe it’s a sign you’re too old for this. just when you’re about to lose all hope, peter comes over.

he’s holding up the plaid yellow skirt and blazer cher wears in clueless. it’s one of the most iconic rom com outfits. you grab it with a gasp, peter giving you a knowing smile. “oh my god! wait, where did you find this?” “they have a section with movie stuff.” there’s a han solo costume in his other hand.

you throw an arm around his neck for a quick hug. peter squeezes you and chuckles when he pulls away. it gets a sigh out of mj.

“sure you don’t wanna be the guy she ends up with?” she elbows peter’s arm. the two of you share a disgusted look. “josh? ew, he’s her ex stepbrother,” you dismiss her. “they’re, like, related,” peter adds. mj rolls her eyes almost to the back of her head and starts to walk away. “someone needs to unplug both of your tv’s.” you and peter follow after her.

of course she would suggest a couple’s costume. she was probably trying to make you both get weird. you’re always being teased for spending so much time together. even your parents and may make little comments about it. you can’t help the fact that you have almost everything in common.

peter is the only person your age who doesn’t try so hard to be cool. when you’re with him, you can be the biggest nerd and wear fluffy pajamas and play with legos. it’s a judgement free friendship.

you’ll admit you’ve wanted it to become a judgement free relationship. there’s no way he doesn’t feel your heart beating against him when you cuddle during movie nights. he has to notice your goofy smile whenever he calls you a nickname.

but, it could all be platonic in peter’s mind. maybe he sees you as more of a sister. that would make josh the perfect costume to go with you as cher.

you shutter and try to push the idea out of your mind for the rest of your time at spirit halloween.

it’s almost time for the party to start when you get back to your house. your parents let betty and ned in to start setting up on their way out. they’re going for dinner so they aren’t around to embarrass you. you have until midnight, then there’s nothing you can do. that gives you four hours.

mj is changing into the coraline costume you made her get, which she actually doesn’t hate. betty is helping you do some last minute decorating. peter and ned are putting out snacks. it’s a really good system you have.

“love the the plaid, y/n. you look so fetch!” betty compliments in between throwing fake cobwebs over your couch. you snort and finish stringing up some lights. “wrong movie, but thanks.” “oh. oops,” she shrugs and gets back to cobwebbing. “peter found it for me.” all the lights are up, so you go to plug them in. betty giggles on your way over.

your living room has an orange glow to it now. dusting your hands off, you admire your work. the moment of admiration ends when you notice how betty is looking at you. “what?” “peter found it for you,” she repeats suggestively. “when he was getting his costume, yeah,” you say like it’s nothing because it is nothing.

“so, what i’m hearing is he wanted to see you in a skirt.” you furrow your eyebrows at her. “what? no, he just-“ she wiggles her own eyebrows at you. you’re going to start sweating if you talk about this any longer. too aware of yourself now, you pull down your skirt and trudge over to the stairs. “i’m gonna go check on mj.”

you’re in the middle of convincing her she looks great and to leave your room when everyone calls your name downstairs.

“what?” you shout back from behind the closed door. “you should get down here.” it’s only peter this time. mj widens her eyes at you, but you’re gone before she can say she isn’t wearing this again.

you make your way down the stairs. the three of them are huddled in front of the door. “is someone here?” you mouth, ned looking off to the side awkwardly. they all move out of the way so you can see who it is. it’s flash. you’re obviously surprised to see him at your house, especially since he’s supposed to be having his own party right now.

“um, what are you doing here?” you try not to sound mean. “didn’t you invite the whole decathlon team? i’m on it.” you’d forgotten about that. peter says he’s only an alternate. flash side steps past you to get inside. you didn’t say he could come in. he heads straight to the chip bowl on your living room coffee table. you’re left shaking your head in pure confusion.

“dude, kick him out,” ned whispers to you. you wave your hand dismissively and walk over. he’s kicking his legs up on the table when you get there. “dope outfit. you look good.” he winks and crunches on a tostito. peter is clenching his jaw, but no one sees. “why are you in my house, flash?” you push the bowl away from him. “oh, yeah. my parents came home from vegas early.”

mj finally gets downstairs, squinting at whatever is going on with you while she walks over to everyone else. “i thought we could combine parties.” flash eyes your friends in a way you don’t like. “all your guests are pretty much here, so don’t worry about space.”

you look back at peter to see what he thinks. he shakes his head no. betty is nodding her head so fast you’re pretty sure she’s going to get whiplash. ned agrees with whatever she thinks, and mj doesn’t care. majority rules. plus, you could use one of flash’s playlists to liven things up. how bad could it really be?

“text everyone my address.”

people are flooding your house in the next fifteen minutes. like, your entire grade might be here. flash hooks his phone up to your speakers and blasts his songs. people grab fistfuls of candy and dance around. you’re running low on soda, but one guy brought extra drinks. alcoholic drinks, which you’re uneasy about. that was a big reason why you wanted to have your own party in the first place.

you don’t want to be a lame host, so you let it slide. a girl is sitting on top of your kitchen counter making out with someone. people are yelling so loud you can’t make out a single conversation. this is all going on and yet somehow, the most surprising thing is that they came in costume. some are more casual, like cat ears and lifeguard hoodies. it still counts.

feeling a little bit lost in your own house, you search for peter. he’s sitting on the top stair just watching what’s going on. you get his attention by throwing a mini packet of sour patch kids at him. he catches it, grinning when he realizes you did that. “i love these.” “good. they were the only ones left.” you take a seat next to him and scratch at the material of his vest for emphasis.

“i can’t believe you said yes to him.” peter opens the sour patch kids. the first one is yellow, so he offers it to you. sharing food with him always works because you each seem to like what the other doesn’t. “neither can i, but i think betty would’ve actually hurt me if i didn’t,” you joke while chewing. he rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. “please. she’s too nice.”

you lean your head on peter’s shoulder and grab another gummy. he pokes your arm in protest. “this bag is small. get your own.” you’re nuzzling your cheek against him. “i told you they’re gone.” he’s about to put an arm around you when someone screams downstairs. you quickly sit up.

“i’m gonna go see what the hell that was. i’ll find you later?” peter does his best to hide his disappointment. “yeah, of course. good luck.” you clench your teeth and run down the stairs. this is somehow flash’s fault.

it’s been an hour and a half, and peter is nowhere to be seen. the chaos was just that someone really liked the song that was playing. it didn’t take you long to figure that out. when you went to tell peter, he was gone. you’ve looked everywhere for him since, except the backyard.

a pretty big group of people is out here either playing catch or talking. someone also brought a case of beer outside. you spot mj huddled up by the fence with a bottle. it doesn’t necessarily surprise you. it’s weird to see, either way.

“have you seen peter?” you walk up to her. she uses the bottle to gesture somewhere. he’s in the middle of a conversation with liz. your entire body feels like it’s collapsing into itself. it didn’t cross your mind she would be coming even when the party moved to your house.

she’s nice and all. you don’t have any issues with her. not that she knows about, at least. peter had the biggest crush on her for about a month, then it fizzled out. that’s what he told you. unless, he said that to save face.

you’re speechless. mj figured you would be. she gives you a sympathetic smile and holds out her beer. “yep. drink up.” your instincts tell you to take it, so you do. she heads back inside and leaves you alone with your thoughts. that’s not good for you. the only to way to get rid of them is by chugging the rest of this bottle.

you’ve never had your own drink before, and technically you aren’t now. this is still the most alcohol you’ll ever have in your system. before you can change your mind, you take a generous swig. it’s bitter. you don’t hate it as much as you expected to, though.

your eyes land on liz touching peter’s shoulder. that inspires your next big gulp of beer. you finish off the rest, and it hits you fast. you’re understanding why this is such a popular vice. you don’t feel anything but how tipsy you are. light and floaty. you decide to stumble back into the kitchen and find out what other drinks people brought.

the bright color of your costume catches peter’s attention. he was wondering where you were. excusing himself from liz, he follows you in. you bump into betty on your way to the punch bowl someone filled. she’s holding a red solo cup with the mystery liquid. both of you buzzed, you laugh and grab her arm.

“sorry. s- sorry.” you’re squeezing behind her, her angel wings brushing against your face in the process. you have to weave through everyone to make it to the drink table. peter meets you there when you’re getting a cup. he’s shocked.

“y/n?” smiling lazily, you take a sip. “hey, peter. pete.” the sober voice in your head tells you to stop talking. he probably shouldn’t know you’re drunk. then again, your cup gives it away. “y/n, have you been drinking?” he sounds concerned. everything is funny to you right now. you giggle out a “yes.”

peter doesn’t want to be that person, but you’re not acting right. he reaches for your drink. you pull it away too abruptly, and some of it spills onto the floor. “you... you’re so...“ you start losing your balance. “woah.” peter wraps an arm around your waist to steady you. he takes the drink out of your hand and sets it on the table.

frowning, he throws your arm around his shoulders so he can help you get upstairs. “come on, y/n/n.” you don’t argue this time. you’re at the part of being drunk where it doesn’t feel good anymore. peter holds you close to his side and walks you out of the kitchen. he stops to talk to ned for a second.

“hey, man. y/n’s parents are gonna be home soon. could you get everyone out?” he says into his ear. “why can’t she do it?” peter moves out of the way so he’s not blocking you. ned sees. you’re completely faded. “oh, shit. is she okay?” he whisper yells. “i’m gonna take care of her.” “i’ll tell everyone to go.” peter presses his lips into a tight smile, then he’s taking you up to your room.

you flop down onto your bed face first. peter shuts the door behind you. “you okay?” he chuckles, you nodding with your face smushed into the comforter. he’d think it was cute if you weren’t piss drunk. gently nudging you, he moves you so you’re on your back.

“let’s get you out of this.” “ooh, betty was right. you do like me in a skirt,” you giggle and bat your eyelashes at him. he huffs. “no, i mean you have to put on pajamas.” you’re pouting now. “you don’t like me in a skirt?” after going through your drawers, he comes back over with a big t-shirt and fuzzy pants. “i never said that.”

you grin again and grab them from him. “ha.” “do you need help changing?” he sits at the edge of your bed. you’re still laying down. he’s not sure you can handle getting up. “no. don’t be creepy,” you say completely serious. peter has to remind himself you’re drunk. “you were the one who thought i wanted you naked, but ok.”

making peter close his eyes, you peel the costume off your body. you got pretty sweaty. you kick everything onto the floor and start putting on your pajamas. your head gets stuck in an arm hole by accident, so peter has to fix that. the rest is fine. he’s about to bring you into the bathroom to brush your teeth, but you face plant into his lap. you’re out.

the next morning, you wake up feeling like ass. your breath is hot and tastes disgusting. your head is pounding. you could throw up. you’re not even sure how you ended up in your bed. then, you notice peter sitting at your desk. he must have helped you in.

a vague memory of him tucking you under the covers while you whined comes back to you, along with a few others. one of them is of him and liz. the whole reason you did this to yourself.

“hey.” your voice comes out hoarse. “hi.” peter nods and points to your night table. there’s a fresh glass of water. you drink it all down as fast as humanely possible, a hand on your heart. it doesn’t phase him after what you did last night. you set the empty glass down and pat the spot next to you. peter sits by your side.

he’s still dressed as han solo, but his vest and belt are sprawled out on the floor. the boots are under your desk. he actually stayed all night for you.

“i think i’m hungover.” you rest your head against his arm. his body relaxes. “you didn’t drink that much. mj said she gave you half a beer,” he almost laughs, you groaning. “that means i’m a lightweight.” “for now.” your arm wrapping around his, you look up at him.

“sorry you had to deal with me. am i in trouble?” “nah, your parents don’t know. we cleaned everything up before they got home.” he lightly pats the top of your head with two fingers. you squeeze your eyes shut when he does it. “you did? thank you so much, wow.” peter nods and smiles for a second.

he lays his back against the pillow on his side. “let’s just pretend that never happened.” “you’re good at pretending,” you mumble to yourself. you’re not as quiet as you think because peter hears it. “um, what?” you feel too woozy to come up with a cover. letting out a breath, you take your head and hands off of him.

“i saw you talking with liz.” “she wanted to know if i could lead decathlon practice next week. she’s not gonna be in school,” he says slowly, not getting it. “why?” having to spell it out is making you frustrated. “didn’t you say you don’t like her anymore?” “yeah, i don’t.”

“so, why was she being all... touchy?” the jealousy is clear in your voice. peter shrugs. “that’s how liz is. i still don’t get why it matters.” you ease yourself to sit up and turn to face him. those three words you’ve been meaning to tell him are on the absolute tip of your tongue. they’re about to come out.

then...

“i like you, y/n.”

peter says them for you.

you’re so surprised you nearly vomit for real. or, it could be the possible hangover. almost a minute has gone by when you realize you’ve been sitting there with your mouth hanging open. you swallow your spit. “you... you do?” “a lot. i kept trying to tell you, but there was never a good time.” his voice is softer now.

“i realized after homecoming. i wished i went with you instead of...” he doesn’t have to finish the sentence. you nod, a small smile spreading across your face. peter’s eyes are so hopeful. “i like you, too. a lot.” your gaze trails down to his lips.

“i’d kiss you if my breath didn’t stink.” “i’ll let you owe me one.” he’s fully grinning now, and both of you laugh. they’re the kind of laughs you do because you’re so happy you don’t know what to say.

peter presses his lips to your temple, your eyes fluttering closed. “get some more sleep. i’m gonna ask you out when you wake up,” he mumbles against your hair. you grab his hand that’s resting on the comforter. “can you stay with me?” “of course.”

he lays down next to you. you pull back the covers so he can get under them. your head is resting on his chest, an arm around his torso. both of his hug your waist. you’re instantly comfortable cuddled up in his embrace. you drift off to sleep with a smile.

this feels like such a dream. it’s the exact type of situation you’d make up in your head. but, it’s real. peter is still holding you when you wake up. he’s not going anywhere.

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Sophia knows a lot, but that does not mean she understands much of anything at all.

Or, Sophia struggles to grasp why Akira and Ryuji don't follow her predictive algorithm.

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Sophia knows a lot.

She can tell you almost anything in the known world in an instant. Calculate the radius of the sun. Who won Best Picture three years ago. The outfit to wear when you need to 'dress to impress.' Just yesterday, she was able to find them a bath, a takoyaki restaurant, and an overnight camping site within 0.3 milliseconds. That’s not very many seconds.

Sophia knows a lot, but that does not mean she understands much of anything at all.

She’s quiet while she’s propped on the phone stand, watching the rest of them lounge in the RV. There’s a shape to the interior that wasn’t there before—where it had been pristine when they had first gotten it, now it’s littered with crumbs and instant-food packaging despite Makoto’s half-hearted attempts at scolding them for it. Empty surfaces are filled with knick-knacks, stuffies and a plastic ramen bowl rattling gently along with the RV.

There’s a rare lull amongst them, a moment of quiet. Most of them were napping away the road, gently snoring and bodies jostling whenever a pothole hits, oblivious to the scenery that passes by. Only the soft tunes of pop music from the front and the hum of the engine broke the quiet.

Other than Makoto, there were only two people awake: Akira, scribbling in his journal, and Ryuji, watching him do it. They sat across from each other in the booth, with Ryuji’s chin propped against his hand.

Probability and pinpoint accuracy is what she excels at, and being able to apply them to her friends excites her. Not to mention, she hasn’t been wrong yet.

Idly, she runs the numbers—according to the data she’s collected from spending time with them, the silence will be broken by Ryuji within approximately two minutes. Pulling up a time from within Akira’s phone, she waits eagerly.

A minute passes, and then another. And another. Akira is still scribbling in his neat penmanship and Ryuji is still watching him doing it, unspeaking.

Frowning, she double-checks her calculations. No errors that she can see. It seems that he simply does not want to speak. This is surprising, and very unlike him. He is not usually this quiet. In the Metaverse, he is by far the loudest of them; calling on his Persona’s name can often leave her own ears ringing.

The real world does not stray from that data. His voice is clear in crowded areas, helpful in guiding their big group throughout bustling cities. He is often shushed by the girls when they are trying to sleep at night—Futaba even goes as far as to kick the ceiling from her bunk bed.

The data is strong and sure. There should not be a reason that she should be wrong in this assumption unless there’s a confounding variable that she had missed.

Akira looks up and catches his eye. “Am I boring you?” he asks quietly.

Ryuji shakes his head, grinning. “Couldn’t be happier,” he whispers back.

Sophia’s about to ask when Makoto cuts her off.

“Wake up everyone. We’re here.”

—

“Okay,” Akira calls. His voice isn’t raised, despite the crowded street of downtown Sendai, but they all straighten up. “We’re probably not going to spend too much time here, especially once we take over the Jail. Grab what you need now—snacks for the trip. Shopping. Souvenirs. Frozen pineapple. Any questions?” Yusuke raises his hand. “Yes, I’ll pay for you.” The hand falls back down, relieved.

“Cool. How about we meet back here…” he squints at the large clock hanging on the wall, hand blocking out the blaring sun. “In an hour?”

A chorus of agreements rolls through them as they rush out, excited to explore a new city. “Good speech,” Sophia pipes up from his hand. “Do you do them often?”

“I try not to,” he yawns. His thick black hair is even more unruly than usual, glasses barely hiding the light blue that’s beginning to form underneath his eyes. “Most of the time, they can handle themselves fine. All they need is a schedule and some rules to work with.”

When she doesn’t answer, Akira brings his phone up. “What? Did I say something?”

“It’s because she’s worried about you, you moron,” a disgruntled voice says.

Akira’s gaze flickers towards it. “You’re still here?”

“Of course I am,” Ryuji says. “You really think I’d leave without saying goodbye? Glad I didn’t either, cause you look like shit.”

“Thanks.”

“Still pretty, though. No worries about that part.” He shoves his hand deep in his pocket, stray yen clinking against each other as he rummages. After a moment, he throws something at Akira. “Catch.”

He plucks it out from the air with ease. “Car keys?” he asks, surprised.

“Grabbed them from Makoto before she ran off for stationery shopping.” Ryuji reaches forward, gently turning Akira’s head this way and that, frowning. “I told you to quit staying up so late. You’re exhausted.”

“I am not.”

“He is,” Sophia refutes. “Last night, he had approximately four hours of sleep, with only four minutes of that being REM sleep.”

“I told you. She’s even bringing up computer stuff now.”

“I think you are thinking about RAM, Ryuji.”

“Whatever,” he shakes his head. “Look, just head to the RV, get some shut-eye. You can finally sleep in a proper bed that isn’t an overheating tent with three sweaty dudes and a cat. Oh, and trade phones with me.”

He hands it over without hesitation, sliding Ryuji’s phone into his own pocket. “Why?”

“You have the grocery list in here, yeah? Not to mention, I don’t want Sophia getting bored while you nap it up.” He looks down at her. “Hi, by the way.”

“Hi!”

Akira still doesn’t seem convinced. “But I promised Yusuke—”

“Who’s with Ann now, shopping like they’d die if they didn’t get the perfect skirt to fit her next shoot,” he says, uncompromising. “Chill. It’s fine. We’ll survive an hour without Joker keeping an eye on us.”

They stare each other down for a long moment with Sophia watching. She does not need to run the numbers on this one; Akira will not allow himself to go back to the RV.

To her surprise, he relents. “Twenty minutes.”

Ryuji scoffs. “We’ll see about that. You suck at waking up.”

“Shut up.” And then, quieter, “Thank you.”

“You know I got your back.”

He yawns once more, slowly walking back to their car. “Sophia, please make sure that when he gets the Pocky to get the strawberry one. Futaba won’t eat anything else. And also that Haru wanted doilies to make the place look nicer. White, if you can find them.”

“Roger that,” she replies, distracted. How is she wrong again? This is troubling.

“My hoodie’s in my bag if you get cold!” Ryuji calls out. Akira throws him a thumbs up without looking back. “Jeez, that guy. He’s gonna run himself to the ground before he’s thirty, I swear. Like some geezer with a bad back but with really good hairline or something.”

An old man with a thick head of hair shoots him a glare as he passes by them. Ryuji laughs, high-pitched. “Yikes, that was awkward. Let’s get out of here, we need to hit up the grocery store before they run out of carrots.”

Sophia doesn’t answer, too deep in her thoughts and running endless calculations.

—

It’s impossible for her to get a headache, but her code is trying its best to give her one.

Two mistakes now. That isn’t allowed to happen. She’s lucky that they were both relatively small errors, but it can easily become a bigger problem. What can she do?

Luckily, that had a very simple answer.

“Ryuji?”

“Hmm?” He peels his eyes away from scrutinizing the oranges in his hands, the wires from his earphones swaying when he does. After one too many strange looks when he talks to nothing, it was just better to act like he was on a phone call. “Yeah?”

“I have a question.”

“What am I, a teacher?” he snorts. “If you got a question, go ahead. Friends can do that.”

That’s right. They’re friends, and friends have trust in one another. Sophia jotted that down as lesson number forty-eight, thirteen days ago.

“Okay,” she says. Questions float around her, and she picks the one that’s giving her the most stress. “If I was not as useful as you think I am, would we still remain friends?”

The orange tumbles out of his grip, and he rushes to catch it before it hits the ground. “Wha—!” he stutters out. “Duh! Obviously! What the—where the hell did that come from? Did we do something to think that we’d just ditch you like that?” he lifts the phone so that she was eye-level with him. “Be honest,” he says seriously, quickly. “Did I say something to hurt your feelings? I do that sometimes, and I’m working on it, and I know that’s no excuse—”

“You did not say anything to hurt my feelings,” she says before he spirals even further. “In fact, I do not have feelings for you to hurt.”

Relief blooms on his expression, and he sags his body against the fruit display. “Okay, good. Good. Thought I was gonna get a heart attack. I’d be pissed at myself if I did, and I just know Akira would give me so much shit.” He sighs, ridding himself of panic before giving him her full attention. “So what’s up?

“Sir…” an employee shuffles towards them, hands shaking knees knocking against each other. He is afraid, she notes, but of what? “I’m sorry, but it’s against store policy to lean on the product. Please try to understand.”

“Oh, shoot!” Ryuji exclaims, straightening up. “Sorry, man. I didn’t even realize. I think I squished an orange, but I’ll buy it so your boss doesn’t give you hell for that one.”

The employee blinks. “You would?” he says, shocked. “That would be great, actually. Thank you so much!”

“Don’t sweat it,” he waves it off. Tugging the shopping cart, he places Sophia where they’d normally put babies. “Hope he doesn’t get in trouble. I feel kinda bad.”

She thinks for a moment. “Ryuji, why was that man afraid?”

Swiftly, red rushes to his cheeks. “That obvious? Aw, man.”

“I don’t know if it was obvious, but all the signs were there,” she says, watching as he ducks his head, embarrassed. “What is happening? I do not understand.”

“It’s just—” his eyes shift sideways, meeting the eye of a young girl. Immediately, she directs her gaze downwards. “I look really scary to people.”

“You do?” It isn’t in her program to doubt, but she is rather skeptical. During the entire trip, he has been nothing but kind to her. Yes, there are times when he has arguments with others in the group, but more often than not it’s him that’s being teased rather than the other way around. “Why? You aren’t even that tall.”

“Ouch?”

“I’m just saying that you are not scary to me, so I don’t really understand why other people would be.”

He sighs, picking up a box of miso unseeingly. “It’s a combination of a lot of things. My hair’s bleached, and people usually see that as like, punk or whatever. My posture sucks and my voice is loud.” Shrugging, he throws it in the cart. “It doesn’t really bug me though. At least that means strangers usually don’t bother the group, cause they think I’ll kick their ass.”

“And would you?” Sophia crosses off miso. Only bandages are left on the list, but the cart is filled with snacks, sodas, and a small cactus. “‘Kick their ass?’”

“No way. If I did, my mom would kick my ass, and I can’t pull that shit twice in a lifetime.” Pushing the cart, they slowly meander through the aisles, occasionally looking at what’s on sale. Ryuji tosses in rainbow marshmallows, and after a moment, reluctantly puts it back.

“But you know,” he says eventually. “If someone was bothering the group, it’s not as if I’d just let it happen.”

She considers his answer. “You are tough,” she concludes. “But not scary.”

“Uh, yes,” he says, unsure. And then, with more conviction, “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“Got it. ‘Ryuji is tough, but other people are terrified of him.’ I will make a note of that.” He looks like he wants to say something, but she keeps going. “Synonyms for ‘tough’: robust, stalwart, and strong. Would you say that’s accurate?”

He laughs, disbelieving. “No idea what the first two meant, but the third one isn’t right.”

“Why not? You can fight Shadows. Your muscle ratio is high. One time, when Futaba couldn’t unscrew her water bottle, you did it with no problem.”

“Because, Sophia,” Ryuji picks up gummy worms, and turns to her with pleading eyes. When she shakes her head, he puts it back on the shelf with a grimace. “Strength isn’t always about muscles and who can kill what. It’s more than that.”

It seems as though he doesn’t want to speak about this anymore, but the topic is too interesting to stop here. “Explain, please.”

“It’s...it’s like mental strength,” he says begrudgingly. “Like if someone failed an exam they studied real hard for, mental strength would help them get through a tough situation like that. Like Akira.”

“Akira has high mental strength?”

“Oh, the highest out of all of us without a doubt. The world could explode and he’d be all—” Ryuji lowers his voice by an octave. “‘Here’s what we can do,’ and then fix it somehow. That’s just the kind of guy he is. All plans and no fear.”

All plans and no fear is a good way of describing Joker. “And you aren’t like that?”

“No way. Have you ever seen me have a plan in my life? I’m more of an ‘act before I can talk myself out of it’ person. Usually works out fine in the end. Besides, he does it enough for the both of us.” His eyes light up. “Do you think if I get the panda bandages, it would work better in the Metaverse? Cause of the brain stuff?”

“I think so, as long as it makes people think it works better.”

“Great.” Ryuji tosses it in with the rest. “And I think we got everything! Let’s head out. If we’re lucky, we can grab some ice cream before we meet up with the rest of them.”

“Good job! But you may want to consider removing the orange soda. Makoto is already unhappy with how much junk food you are always eating.”

“Fine. I’m keeping the cactus though.”

It was only when they’re all sleeping back in the RV when she realizes that she never got to ask him her actual question. Actually, she ended up with even more questions than when she began.

Maybe she’ll have better luck asking Akira instead.

—

They, or rather Akira, have their knees buried in a patch of grass in the middle of Sapporo with a small pile of four-leaf clovers by his ankles when she decides it would be appropriate to ask him.

“Akira, can I ask—” she pauses, and tries again. “I have a question.”

His face is so close to the ground that even the dirt would realize that his glasses don’t have prescription, and people are shooting him worried looks that he completely ignores. “Shoot.”

“Actually, I have many questions, and I’m hoping you’ll answer all of them as honestly as you can in order to have the most accurate data possible.”

“Research?”

More often than not, Akira has been giving her information about the world that she does not have access to. Slang terms that Futaba yells out in frustration, Ann’s tendency to jump from one topic to the next with little regard to who she’s talking to. It’s all confusing to Sophia, so she makes sure to memorize all of these instances and bring it to him for clarification.

“Sort of,” she says. “Some of my predictions have been off lately, and I am trying to figure out why.”

“Sure. Oh, another one.” Gently, he plucks it from the soil and gently places it with the others. “For Haru. Apparently, she’s really struggling with economics, so hopefully this helps her out next semester.”

“How many more?”

“Four,” he replies. “Yusuke, Sojiro, Akane, and Ryuji.”

She frowns. “Ryuji already has one.”

“He’s going to need more than one.” Akira turns to her, distressed. “Entrance exams are coming up.”

“Oh.”

“Yup,” he turns back to his task. “Anyway, you had a question?”

“Right,” she says, clearing her throat: a sign of taking a more serious tone. “Why are you scared of Ryuji?”

Akira freezes. Sophia waits patiently. But after a moment, then two, then five, there is still no reaction from him. And then slowly, he faces her with a blank expression.

She has not known Kurusu Akira for very long—only a few weeks in fact. But in that time, she feels that she has come to learn a lot about him. For instance, he does not like pears. He also finds grocery shopping relaxing, and he would die for his friends. Another thing she has learned from him is that he is very quiet; even in the Metaverse, amidst the explosions and gunshots, he does not yell. It is not as if he has nothing to say, but rather he would rather express himself through gestures and the odd comment here and there. He is much happier to let the people around him carry the conversation for him.

Shock racks through her as he bursts out laughing. His shoulders move up and down as laughs pour out of him uncontrollably. “What—?” he tries, pushing his glasses atop his head. It’s almost hidden amongst his thick, black locks. “Did you seriously ask if I was afraid of Ryuji? Sakamoto Ryuji? Blond guy, helps out in the Metaverse? My best friend?”

“Um.” This was not what she was expecting, despite having no expectations to begin with. “Yes.”

He sighs, content. “I really have to thank you, Sophia.” Akira brings his glasses back to his nose, the corners of his mouth quirked up. “That was really good. Haven’t laughed that hard since Yusuke thought Italy was near Mexico.”

She tilts her head sideways. “I was not joking.”

“Yeah, I figured.” He sits up, crossing his legs over each other, giving her his full attention. “Tell me why you thought I was scared of him.” Even as he’s sobered up, he can’t quite finish the sentence without smiling.

“My predictions have been off lately,” she says, a wrinkle between her brows. “This is normal—predictions by their nature cannot always be right. However, I’ve noticed that they’re incorrect more often lately. I ran the data, and these errors are related to two things:” Sophia brings her hand to the screen so that he can see properly. “You and him, as a unit. Individually, there doesn’t seem to be any errors. It is specifically when you are being measured together that creates mistakes. My prognosis on everyone else in the group creates more stable and accurate results.”

Sophia twists her hair in her hands. “The only reason it would be wrong is because of a confounding variable. Maybe there’s something between the two of you that others do not have. So I thought that answer—”

“Was fear,” he finishes. There’s an odd tone in his voice that she doesn’t comprehend. His gray eyes, sharp but never unkind. “I see where you’re coming from. But, and I can swear on this fact—it isn’t fear. I am not, nor will I ever be, afraid of him.”

She deflates. Wrong again. “And he’s not afraid of you?” she asks, out of desperation than anything.

Akira thinks for a moment. “Do you remember when I was cooking, and Ryuji went in to smell the broth, and knocked the whole thing over and onto my suitcase?” She nods. She had taken many pictures of that moment. “He felt really guilty, but he wasn’t scared of my reaction. He was more scared that he had ruined my stuff. You know what I mean?”

“I think I do.”

He bops the top of his phone a few times, an odd resemblance of patting her head. “Cool.”

Sophia stares at the road past their garden of clovers. Cars speed forward, too quick for her to focus on what the driver looks like. It’s hot today, but she doesn’t feel it. She runs her data one more time. “Akira, do you love Ryuji?”

His hands do not pause. “I love all my friends,” he answers simply.

—

At the end of the day, it does not matter if her attempts at predicting the future are fruitless. If she is in fact humanity’s companion, her code makes sure of one thing above all else: to help humanity with any of their endeavors.

That’s a tall order, especially when there are 7,874,965,825 humans within that humanity at this moment. Sophia is only one being, and realism is etched into her. To make things simple, she gave herself a domain of discourse. A sample size. Narrowing what she can do, and who she can help. The entirety of humanity then, at least in Sophia’s mind, falls under the Phantom Thieves of Hearts.

Sapporo is freezing. Frosty. Crisp. Chilly.

“Fucking cold!” Ryuji shivers, jogging around them in an effort to get warm. “I hate this, I hate this, I hate this.”

“Even with the space heaters on, it seems that the winter isn’t interested in going anywhere,” Makoto says. She’s standing uncomfortably close to Ann, trying to leech off of her inherent heat. Actually, she wasn’t the only one—Haru is also inching her way to her. “It should probably get better once we start moving. Good thing we won’t be here long.”

Yusuke nods, unperturbed. “Yes, this should be a quick run. We’re just here to collect a desire gone astray, yes?” It seems that the ice does little to bother him. “Oracle, can you find its location?” No response. “Oracle?”

He glances to the ground, sighing when he finds her on the ground, eyes closed and breathing deeply. “Wake up,” he says, nudging her with his boot. When she doesn’t move, Yusuke throws an exasperated look at Akira.

Reluctantly, he nods. “Yeah, yeah, I got her,” he says, summoning Queen Mab. Instantly, the temperature seems to rise, just a little bit. Scooping her up, Akira shakes her roughly like a particularly malicious sack of flour. “Wake up, your space heater’s here.”

“This may be a quick run,” Haru says. “But it doesn’t mean we should take this any less seriously. Someone’s desire got lost on its way back, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, that sounds—Mona, get off my leg—about right.” Ann squints her eyes along the horizon. “It’s far, right? If we start moving now, we can probably work off the frost on our skin.”

“Yeah, it’s about…” Futaba yawns as Akira sets her on her feet. “Twenty-minute walk? Ten-minute run, but unless you want me slipping and turning the ice red, we’re gonna want to slow down.”

Akira touches his mask. “Agi.” A wave of heat rushes over them, and she sighs, grateful for the respite. “Hopefully that helped a little. But it won’t last long, and we shouldn’t waste energy warming up. Quick recap—someone lost their desire, we’re here to make sure it gets back. Our top priority is getting that desire back as quick as possible. Questions?”

Sophia raises her hand.

“Yup?”

“Did you say top priority?”

“Yes, I did say top priority.”

“Understood!” she chirps, making a note in her head. It was hard to concentrate when she felt like her insides were freezing up.

Another hand shoots up.

“Noir?”

“I don’t have a question. I just think you’re doing a wonderful job.”

“Thank you, Noir. Always a pleasure.” He looks around, nodding. “Alright. If that’s it, then let’s do this thing.”

They all move ahead, wary of their footing. Sophia frowns as she scuttles forward, scared of being left behind. There is no room for error here. If she feels that she is not useful in the real world, then she can at least utilize her talents here. And the first step to doing that is to make sure she is doing two things:

1) Not slow

2) Won’t trip

After a while, she looks up and feels her eyes bulge. How did they get so far already? Sophia can hardly see them anymore, especially with the slight fog that’s beginning to emerge. She has to get there faster.

Failed step number one already. For once, she’s glad she wasn’t hardcoded with emotions, or else humiliation would be overwhelming. Quickening her pace, she’s determined to do this correctly. One foot, then the next. One foot, then the next. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left—

She slips.

With a gasp, she moves to twist her body so that it wasn’t her head that would take the impact, and closes her eyes shut.

Just before she slams into the ice, arms grab her torso, swinging her forward. “Whoa there, shorty!”

Ryuji uses the momentum to swing her onto his back, and she latches around her neck, bewildered. “You okay? Almost got knocked out before any Shadow got to us.”

“Yes,” she replies, breathless. “Thank you for saving me. That would have been bad.”

“No prob!” he marches onward as if he wasn’t carrying an entire human being on his back while treading through sleet.

“...You can settle me down if you’d like.”

“I would not like.” He grins, boots finding matte ice with ease. “I kinda love carrying you like this. Not like I can do this in the real world, can I? ‘Sides, Futaba would chew my head off if I tried it with her.”

“Have you?”

“Maybe.”

She laughs as they finally reconvene with the rest of them. When Akira turns to them, his expression softens with relief. “All good?”

“All good,” Ryuji says. “Nothing Sophie and I can’t handle.” He raises his fist at her, and she bumps it enthusiastically. Lesson twenty-three: never refuse a fist-bump. It’s one of her favorites.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop!” Futaba calls out from beside Ann, arms were linked as if they were strolling through a park, and not a Shadow-infested land. “I said stop!”

“We heard you the first time!” Morgana yowls. “Are we here?”

“We’re close. Kinda weird though.” She smacks the side of her goggles a few times impatiently. “Nothing’s showing up.”

“Lucky!” Ann whoops. “Let’s get this over with and get some gelato!”

Rounding the corner of an empty street, Yusuke points forward to a glowing heart, beating in time to its pulsing light. “That’s it, I take it?”

“I can get it.” Sophia pats Ryuji’s shoulder, and he lets her down. “That way, we can finish this as soon as possible.”

She runs forward, eager.

“Wait—!” Futaba cries out from behind her. “We’re getting ambushed!”

As she says it, footsteps surround them, the clanging of weapons and the grunts of Shadows appearing out of nowhere. She starts to run faster, terrified of slipping but pushes on anyway. She can do this.

“Shit,” Akira hisses. “Sophie, come back here!”

Sophia ignores him, the Desire almost in her reach when she feels it. A cold breeze, impossibly colder than the temperature before, almost seems to pierce through her skin. She did not need to turn around to know what it was—every cell in her body is screaming it for her.

A curse. A strong one that would have no problem wiping her out like fly on the RV’s windshield wiper.

Would she at least be able to save the Desire? Even if she ceases to exist? Would it be worth it then? It should be, since this is what she was made for.

Something solid shoves her from behind, and she gives out a yell before hitting the ground, hard.

“What…?” she mutters, disoriented. Somehow, she isn’t dead, or even near death. Shaking her head, she grasps for the Desire in front of her before turning around.

Instantly, her heart stops. The Desire in her hand continues to pulse steadily as she stares down at Ryuji, collapsed on the ground.

“Skull?” she whispers. Leaning down, she can still hear his breathing, though it’s faint. Her hand reaches out, before she remembers. Top priority. The Desire needs to get to Joker first.

The ground begins to rumble, and Sophia looks up in time to see an arch of glowing white explode. Every Shadow is eviscerated, their ashes scattering violently at the aftershock of wind that follows from the impact. Concrete cracks, snow blows away. Without a doubt, it’s an attack from a Persona user, but she has no idea who it came from.

As the dust settles, stray bits of ice falling from the sky like hail, Akira shoots out from the fog. He’s moving faster than she’s ever seen him, and there’s a desperation to his movements that throws her off-guard. Maybe he didn’t see yet? Sophia steps forward.

“Joker!” she calls out when he gets closer, thrusting her hand forward. “I got the Desire!”

He rushes past her without a blink.

Akira skids to his knees. “Ryuji!” When there’s no answer, he pulls Ryuji to his knees, resting his head on his lap. Akira presses his fingers against the pulse on his neck, concentrating intensely. Then he grits his teeth. “I can work with this.”

More footsteps. Familiar ones. “Dammit, Joker!” Morgana says. “You can’t just throw around attacks like that, especially with such weak enemies. You know how draining that spell is.”

He ignores him. Akira removes Ryuji’s mask with great care, setting it aside, before touching his own. “Aid me, Sarasvati.”

“Joker?” she tries.

A floating woman donned in green with a delicate instrument in her long fingertips appeared from the fibers of his mask, her expression kind and tender.

“Joker.”

Healing power flows through his hands, so potent that it glows green. Sweat pours from his brow, and his wrist begins to tremble with effort.

“Joker!”

“What, Sophie?” he rounds on her, gray eyes intense.

“I got the Desire!” she announces triumphantly.

A beat passes. And then another. It was as if there was never even a deafening battle not one minute prior.

When Akira finally speaks, his voice is low. “Panther, take Sophie away please.”

Her breathing stops. She could not inhale the air even if it was demanded of her. Akira turns back to Ryuji, but Sophia’s eyes stuck to him—like she was hypnotized, cemented to the back of his head, unable to look away. Every inch of her body is numb, but none of it has anything to do with the cold.

Ann gently takes her hand, hot as iron against hers, and takes the Desire in the other. “Come on, Soph. Let’s go for a walk, huh?”

She lets herself be led away, blank and unseeing, a part of her staying wishing to stay behind to...what? She didn’t know. There’s so much she doesn’t know.

They keep walking, rounding street corners, quietly passing underneath frozen lamp posts. Sophia wasn’t sure where they were going, but she didn’t bother to ask. Eventually, they duck underneath a railing, Ann covering her head to make sure she doesn’t accidentally bang her skull against the metal. When they straight up, she blinks.

“A heater?”

“Yeah,” Ann sighs, flopping down on a toppled column as if it were a sofa. “I figured if we were going to talk, you might as well stop shivering during that time.” At her words, Sophia realizes how hard she was shaking. Ann pats the spot beside her. “Sit. Nothing a little girl talk can’t fix.” She does.

At her silence, Ann hums. “Cold, isn’t it? You guys haven’t stopped complaining since we got here. I’m super lucky that Carmen’s here to help me. Warms me up even better than this heater, if you can imagine that. Completely different from the real world, where we feel like we’re going to burst into flames any second.” She yawns. “But god, there’s no one in all of Japan that can run his mouth about the weather like Ryuji.” Sophia clenches her fist, but she keeps going, speaking almost wistfully. “I mean, he’s just so loud, you know? Like, how many times have we driven by cows on this trip, and he’d literally wake us all up just to show us? Not to mention, he eats up all the food and snores like crazy. God, one time I invited everyone over at my place, and he just slept in my bed when he got tired! Who does that?”

Ann sighs. “But man, I’ve never met someone more devoted to his friends than him. Sometimes, he’d even give ‘Kira a run for his money, the way he’d just drop everything and run to where trouble is. Day or night, that idiot would show up on your doorstep the minute you shoot him a text, wearing the most ridiculous pajamas you’ve ever seen,” she scoffs. “He started the Thieves with Akira, you know? All gung ho about justice and stuff, you should’ve seen it. And he had the spine to back it up, too.” She smiles, just a little. “Don’t tell him, but I think he’s really, really cool.”

A drop of water hits Sophia’s wrist. And another. And another, until her vision blurs and her chest is heaving. “I just—” she sobs without restraint. “I was just trying to help. I just want to be useful and do what I was made to do, and Akira said from before that this—this was the top priority, and I even made sure, so I asked, but when I finally got the Desire and I was so sure that I’d finally done something right...” the image of Akira’s cold gaze makes her flinch, hard. “He’s just so mad at me, Ann. And Ryuji—” she chokes on his name like a curse, her tongue tumbling over it as if it were getting caught in a lie. “He protected me from before, but he said he was tough, so I thought it was okay since the Desire was the top priority but he got hurt because of me.”

“I don’t even know what I’m feeling, or why I’m crying, or why you’re being so nice to me even though I know I did something bad! I just—” Sophia buries her face in her hands, muffling her scream. “I just don’t understand anything!”

Warm hands rub her back. “I know,” Ann says quietly. “You’re trying your best. We all get that, and we all think you’re doing an A-plus job.” She pauses. “Sophia, Ryuji didn’t take the hit for you because he was thinking about the Desire. He did it because he didn’t want to see you hurt.”

That makes Sophia peek up. “But that was the top priority, wasn’t it?”

“Uh-huh, but that wasn’t his heart’s top priority.” Ann pokes her temple. “That whole logic and calculation thing you have going on is good and stuff, but the thing about the human heart is that you can’t always choose why you do things, or how you react in certain situations. I bet you anything that he totally forgot that we were even looking for this thing when he pushed you,” she waves the beating heart in her hand, still glowing. “And that’s also why Akira got a little mad at you from before.”

She deflates. “He hates me,” she mumbles, feeling her insides churn uncomfortably.

“That boy doesn’t have the time in his schedule to hate anyone,” Ann reassures her. “He’s just...really, really terrified.”

“But why?” Sophia’s starting to despise that word. “He already knew that he was okay. Why would he still be worried?”

Ann looks up, thinking. “You really love and care about Ryuji, right?”

Love was still a foreign concept to her, but for once the answer came forth with ease. “Yes.”

“Take that feeling, that dense, little ball of love and adoration in your tiny body, and multiply that by about eighteen million. That’s probably about the range of what Akira feels about him.”

She quickly runs the numbers. “Whoa.”

“Yeah. Kinda scary, huh?”

It is scary. With numbers this high, she can only begin to imagine what it felt like for Akira to think that he might be seriously hurt, or even worse, dead. All because of Sophia.

“Hey now, I know that look!” Ann flicks her forehead. “I don’t want you to get all mopey about this. You said it yourself—he’s a tough guy. The toughest there is, but don’t tell him that. It’ll go straight to his empty head.”

She stands with exuberance, stretching. “Alright, I think we’re about done here. How we feeling? You ready to go back?”

No. Her heart speeds up at the thought of going back, her shoulders tensing in on itself, but somehow it would be worse to stay here. “I’m ready.”

“That’s what we like to hear!” Ann cheers. “No chickening out now, okay? You can do this.”

“I can do this.” Sophia repeats, and then, louder: “I can do this!

“Yay! And Sophie?” she looks up in time to see Ann giving her a warm look. “Just because you don’t understand something, doesn’t mean we love you any less. You are allowed to be confused and make mistakes. Do you understand that?”

Sophia smiles wide. “I understand.”

—

They were a block away from the rest of the group when Akira emerged from the fog. With his black attire and dark hair, he could have looked like a picturesque horror movie figure, but somehow his expression ruined that facade the moment she saw it.

“I’m going on ahead,” Ann says when Sophia stops in front of him. “Someone has to make sure Futaba doesn’t sleep on us again.”

“Thanks,” he answers. Then, to Sophia, “Hi.”

“Hi, Joker.” She’s been practicing her speech the entire way back, her points all lined up in her mind, all leading up to the big apology. “I—”

“Pause,” he cuts in, and she shrinks. Is he still mad? She can’t read his expression. He kneels in front of her, squinting, and it suddenly shifts to horror. “Did...did you cry? Did I make you cry?”

“No,” she says quickly, but he doesn’t believe her for even a minute. “Yes. Sorry.”

“Oh god, no, please don’t apologize. Shit,” he rubs the back of his neck, sighing. It’s guilt, she realizes with a shock. “I’m such an asshole. I can’t believe I let myself lash out like that. A thousand apologies won’t even be enough. I was scared out of my mind, but that doesn’t mean I can just treat you like that. I even sent you away, like you’re some sort of kid,” he winces. “I’m really sorry. Can you forgive me?”

She stares at him. “I was supposed to say that stuff.”

He looks taken aback by her words. “No? How could you have known that we would have been ambushed? Ugh, I’m so dumb. I shouldn’t have reacted like that.” Akira sends her a pointed look. “Though, you really shouldn’t split off from the group next time. Top priority means important, but above all else is your safety. Put that in your code.”

“I will,” she promises.

“Good. And the second priority is—” he reaches forward and engulfs her in a tight hug. “Is that you won’t ever, ever think that I’d hate you.”

She frowns. “How did you know?”

“A hunch.” Beat. “Also, Ann gave me a look.” He pulls back. “Are we still friends?”

Relief washes into her, crashing like a wave. “Of course,” she says, before hesitating. “Is…?”

“Yeah, he is.” Akira rolls his eyes, but there is no hiding the grin that takes over him. “A little too good, actually. He hasn’t stopped running around since I poured some energy back into him. I kind of think I overdid it, actually. Oh, and he’s excited to see you again.”

“He is?” she asks, hopeful.

“Absolutely. Asked about you the minute he came to.” Akira gets to his feet. “Shall we say hi?”

“Please.”

As they walk back, an epiphany takes over her. “Oh!” she exclaims, making Akira jump. “I get it now.”

“What’s up?”

“You love Ryuji.”

“That’s right,” he raises a brow.

She shakes her head. “You love Ryuji,” she insists. Even accounting for a margin of error, there’s simply no mistaking her results.

Akira stares at her for a long moment, before huffing out a laugh.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he says softly.

The moment Ryuji sees her, she sprints, throwing caution to the wind as she leaps into his arms. He catches her without hesitation. “Glad to see you’re safe, shorty.”

Sophia knows a lot of things, but there’s also a lot she doesn’t understand. But that’s fine. She’ll get there, and her friends will be waiting for her when she does.

#p5 #fic tag #margin of error #mine #ryuji sakamoto #sophia #no p5s spoilers sans the locations #kiss ryuji day #just a quick thing yeah sure 7k is quick #my moon and stars #the leader and his right hand man #big shoutout to pear for holding my hand while i had a breakdown in life and decided to write this #akira kurusu

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I Know Where Tonight is Going

AN: Ya seeee it’s been forever since I written on Cal and Claudia. But hopefully it was worth the wait. Big thank you to @d-oaks for beta reading and editing.

Requested?: Yesss by my bby @myloverboyash: You dont show up on my dash anymore so I didnt see this til now but 44 with Calum! 💜🥰 [”Sorry, did that hurt?” “No, I’m just a little sore from last night.”]

Warnings: shmooooot and a hospital scene

Word Count: 4.6k words

Claudia refreshed twitter as she made her way up the steps to Calum's house. It's been over a month, yet Twitter is still in a frenzy over pictures of Calum and Claudia leaving Bad Bunny's YHLQMDLG release party. The pictures were similar to the ones from the G'Day USA Gala.

They were caught leaving the hotel where the gala was held. They left right after Calum cut the cake Mitchy ordered because Claudia had an assignment due before midnight and couldn't connect her laptop to the hotel's wifi, and her hotspot was being wonky. They were walking hand in hand to his car. They were being playful in the rain. Claudia hiked up her dress and splashed in a few puddles with her trusty Doc Martens. Calum approached her and pulled her close to him. They kissed briefly before he hoisted her over his shoulder and helped her into his car.

Somehow a paparazzo was able to sneak into the hotel's parking lot and managed to record a video of the whole thing. They were even able to zoom in when they were kissing. Her face was hidden because she wore Calum's hoodie.

A lot of fans were making up theories of who the 'hooded girl' was. Some were able to connect the dots that she was the same girl Calum left with at Taylor Swift's birthday party. Some were investigating all the pictures of the hotel 'party', but they came up empty because Claudia always knew when to get out of frame like when he was on tour while Andy recorded.

When the Miami pictures were released, Calum's fans got annoyed once more because the paps only managed to get Claudia's backside. Claudia and Calum found it funny that they didn’t notice it was Claudia. She had posted a video of herself and Gaby, Bad Bunny's girlfriend, singing along to Becky G on her Instagram story. Then Gaby posted a video of Claudia dancing on her lap, showing off the same backside the paps got.

She locked her phone and knocked on Calum's door. She heard Calum shush Duke before he opened the door. Claudia was going to greet him, but she saw that he was on the phone. So she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. When she walked past him, he gave her ass a rough smack.

“Ashton, Claudia’s here. We’ll see you later.” He said. He hung up without waiting for Ashton to respond.

Claudia immediately wrapped her arms around him. "I missed you." She said softly.

For the past two weeks Calum had been in Europe for promo for the album that was coming out in a few hours. He was so jetlagged that didn't even remember that the album was going to drop in a few hours until Ashton reminded him of the album release party that management planned. He flew in last night, but Claudia was studying for midterms and finishing an important paper for her research methods class. He decided not to pay her a visit.

"Missed you too." He mumbled on her lips, "How was your midterm?"

"Good, I'm mostly done with the others too. I didn't finish editing my paper last morning— more like this morning," she giggled. "So I'm going to finish it later. What time do we have to be at the venue?"

"Around eight."

"Oh, that gives me time to nap before finishing my paper." She said to herself. She looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Nap with me?"

"Of course." Calum nodded. He leaned forward and kissed her.

He helped carry her things to his room.

Calum subconsciously made room for her at his place. In January, he emptied a drawer for her to put some leggings or jeans for when she slept over, so she can change into something there instead of driving to her place to get ready. His argument that she could sleep an extra ten minutes before leaving.

Now he made room in the closet for her. He cleared a shelf in there for her to store her things like her overnight bag and backpack. He hung the black bag that held her dress next to his suit. He looked back and made sure she was in bed before he tried getting a peek of her dress. All he knew was that Soni had altered the prom dress Claudia wore her senior year.

"Cal, get in bed. You'll see the dress later." Claudia yelled from his bed.

She was in one of his shirts and a pair of bright red Calvins. He took off his shirt and tossed them to the end of bed. He climbed in and laid next to her on his side.

Claudia laid her head on his arm, earning a groan from him.

“Sorry, did that hurt?” She asked, lifting her head off his arm.

“No, I’m just a little sore from last night.”

"What were you doing?"

"What I always do when I can't see you." He shrugged. It took him a second to realize how that sounded. He quickly added, "I worked out."

"Ah ha," she agreed skeptically.

She pushed him on his back and attached herself to his side. Her head on his chest while her arm hugged his stomach and one of her legs was wedged between his. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her head, so he could play with her hair until she fell asleep.

Calum woke up an hour into their nap. Claudia was still fast asleep at his side, so he decided to order lunch for them. Without much movement, because the slightest shift would wake her, he grabbed his phone to order their go-to orders from Sam Miguel's.

Claudia stirred, adjusting her grip on Calum. Her hips moving ever so slightly against his thigh. She let out a breathless moan. Her face scrunched up, her mouth slightly opened as another moan escaped her lips. Calum felt a wet spot forming where she was rubbing herself against his thigh.

Unsure what she was dreaming about, Calum decided to wake her.

"Claudia?" he gently shook her shoulder.

"Hi," she said into his chest. She kissed the tattoo on his stomach before she sat up and stretched. "Why'd you wake me?"

"You pulled a Petunia and dry humped my leg."

"I did no such thing."

"I'm sure your panties say otherwise." He smirked.

Claudia dropped her shoulders in defeat. "I thought it was just in my dream."

"What do you mean?" Calum asked her. He pulled her over so she straddled him.

"This is so embarrassing," she giggled to herself. She hid her face into his chest.

"Claudia, this is a judgment free place."

"I know," she sat herself back up and met his eyes. She toyed with his necklace before speaking again. "When you were playing with my hair, Ithoughtaboutridingyourfacethatresultedinasexydream."

"What? I didn't hear the last part." He had; he just wasn't sure she said what she said.

"I said I thought about riding your face that resulted in a sexy dream."

"How?"

"Since you're sore, I was gonna ask you if I could… you know… ride you. But it got me thinking how much I missed your mouth and stuff."

"Let's do it." Calum said too enthusiastically.

"Now?"

He nodded eagerly.

"I'm down to try it, but I wanna wear something sexy. I'm literally in your shirt and some boring panties."

"As much as I love all your lingerie, nothing gets me more turned on than seeing you in my clothes. You have so many options, and you choose one of my ratty t-shirts. I don't know, it makes me feel special."

"You really want me to ride your face, huh." She giggled. "Fine."

Claudia leaned down and captured his lips. They kissed until Calum got restless. She pulled away and made her way forward.

Claudia settled above his face, holding onto the headboard as he looked up at her from between your legs with the most loving eyes. He leaned upward, his tongue ghosting over her clothed core as he tapped the growing wet spot. She dipped her hips closer to his face, pressing her dripping core against him.

She didn't notice his fingers moved her panties out of the way, until he dipped his tongue into her.

Claudia moaned loudly, resting her head on her arm as she held onto the headboard. He brought one of his hands to her core and slipped his ring and middle finger in her. His other hand made her way to her breasts to play with her nipples.

Claudia threw her head back and moaned his name.

“That's my pretty girl,” he groaned lowly.

“Fuck, don’t stop, right there,” Claudia panted. She wiggled her hips on his face, riding his tongue as she came. He sucked her clit through her high, something he's never done before, making her a moaning mess.

“Holy shit, Cal,” she sighed breathlessly. She crab crawled back to straddle his lap.

“Told you Tumblr was right when they said I was the oral king.” He grinned proudly.

“Don't ruin Tumblr for me."

Calum ignored her comment and pulled her down for another kiss. In a matter of seconds, Claudia wanted him again.

“Someone’s ready for me,” he smirked as his thumb toyed with her clit.

"Shut up," she murmured against his lips.

Having enough of his teasing touches, she sat up and slipped off her shirt and panties. Calum pushed down his sweats. Claudia climbed back to his lap and stroked him. She missed having him on her hand, feeling how hard and heavy she was able to get him.

“Ready?” she asked.

He nodded eagerly.

She lined herself up and coated him with her arousal. She took a deep breath and slid down his length.

Calum moaned out, enjoying how tight she felt around him. His fingers digging into her hips. “Fuck,” he breathed, pressing his head back against the pillows as he tried to control his breathing. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

"I know." Claudia smirked at him, placing her hands on his chest. She slowly rode him, until she found a comfortable pace for them.

“Fuck, Calum,” She moaned, rolling her hips against his as he began to meet her thrustsl. His hands went to her ass as he controlled the pace Claudia rode him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “You’re beautiful.”

“Fuck, Calum, you feel so good,” she whimpered, resting herself on his chest as she lazily rode him. He pulled her lips in a rough kiss, halting his movements as he pulled away.

"Are you tired?" He asked.

"A little, but I wanna get us off." She said, trying her best not to yawn.

“Claudia, you’re practically falling asleep on my cock.” He said, twisting her soft curls. “We can do this another time.”

“But you didn’t cum.”

“It’s okay, you need your rest.”

He tried lifting her off him, but Claudia whined. “I wanna stay like this. I like you inside me, makes me feel complete.”

Calum pulled the bed’s duvet over them. He continued playing with Claudia's hair, until she dozed off. Soon after Calum matched her breathing and fell into a deep slumber, forgetting about the lunch he ordered for them.

***

They were running late. Mostly because of Claudia. She knew she was going to get it when she decided to wear only her lace teddy as she got ready and casually dropping her makeup brushes where Calum just happened to be looking. Neither were surprised when Claudia ended up on her knees with Calum in her mouth.

"Claudia fuck," Calum sighed, hearing her make choking sounds around his cock.

She pulled him out of her mouth and laid her tongue flat on the tip. Then she slowly swirled her tongue around it. Her nails dug into his thighs once she slipped him back in her mouth, taking him inch by inch.

"Claudia!" Calum moaned out as he came. Neither expecting him to cum so soon. Claudia kept going. She bobbed her head, swallowing every last drop of his release.

Claudia pushed back and smiled at Calum. "Crossing that off the list."

"What?" Calum asked. He was still hazy from getting his soul sucked.

"I always wanted to suck your dick while you're wearing a suit." She shrugged. She got up from where she was kneeling and tossed the pillow she used for her knees back on the bed.

"And you thought now of all times to do that."

"I felt bad that you didn't cum earlier, so I decided to make it up to you." She said as she touched up her lipstick.

"By first torturing me with lingerie?"

"Your dick got sucked, no?" she giggled. She straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "How was it?"

"Best head I've ever had." He said truthfully.

"Really?" she asked shyly.

Before Calum could answer his phone rang.

"'Llo?" he answered.

"Where the fuck are you two?" Ashton yelled on the other side.

"We're on our way." Calum said, laying back in bed.

"You have fifteen minutes to get here or we're getting a new bass player."

***

Calum leaned against the railing of the VIP area and overlooked the main dance floor. Claudia had her arms around her cousin as they danced with Gaby and Claudia Sulewski. He chuckled to himself, remembering how his Claudia and Claudia Sulewski made him and Fineas take a picture of them recreating the meme of the two Spider-Men pointing at each other.

He finished off his drink and drummed the railing before going back to the bar to get a refill. He ordered another beer and a water bottle for Claudia. As he waited for the drinks two men approached the bar.

"Did you see how the dress hugged her ass? You just know she likes it from behind." One of them said to the other.

"Yeah, but the skinny one next to her was hot too. The one you said seems high maintenance."

Calum immediately felt disgusted hearing them talk. He looked over to the bartender that was supposedly fixing his drink; they were leaning against the bar talking with one of the servers that held an empty tray of food.

"There she comes," one of them said.

Calum looked forward to the giant mirror behind the alcohol shelves. The only person making their way to the bar was Claudia. He got up from his seat and went to her.

"Hey!" She said linking her arm around his elbow. She looked up at him and her smile dropped. "What's wrong?"

"Those fucking shitheads were talking about you." He mumbled.

"Oh them?" she subtly gestured to men at the bar that ogled her in plain sight. "Yeah they went up to me and la Güera when we were dancing, but we shooed them away. They're so creepy. Before they approached us, they just stared. Like what do they get out of that?"

"I can get security. They don't have the passes from management or the other executives. They're probably just influencers." He suggested.

"Nah," She waved him off.

Hand in hand they went back to the VIP area. Claudia went over to her cousin and the other girls. Vanessa, Claudia's cousin la Güera, is a YouTuber. Her and her best friend, Paulina, mostly run a makeup and beauty channel.

Claudia doesn't watch her channel mainly because of Paulina. Since their freshman year of high school, they have had an underlying rivalry. They were in the same group. Paulina was even there at the baby shower a few weeks ago when Claudia dropped the bomb that Paco cheated on her. Actually she was the one that he hooked up with when he cheated, but that was a topic for another day.

The pair of cousins weren't expecting to see each other at tonight's party. Vanessa wasn't at the baby shower, so she didn't know that Claudia was dating Calum Hood. When she showed up thanks to one of her sponsors that invited her to the party, she was pleasantly surprised to see her there.

When Vanessa told Claudia that Paulina wasn't with her, Claudia nearly did a backflip out of excitement. She even asked Calum if she could bring her to the VIP area where they were.

The evening wore on. Calum was ushered away to greet important people from the band's label. Every so often he would look over to Claudia making sure the creepy men didn’t get near her. As he made way back to the VIP area he got a text from Danny asking if he was with Claudia. He turned on his heel and went to the lobby where the music wasn't too loud to call him.

"Hey," Danny answered after the second ring.

"What's up?" Calum said. He didn't know how he should talk to Danny since he and Claudia aren't on speaking terms after their fallout at his baby shower. The last thing he wanted to get in the middle of a fight with Danny and Claudia. From what Junior said, it was a place he would rather not be.

"Mede is in labor." He said frantically.

"Wha— how? Claudia said she's not due until late April."

"Her parents came over. Shit happened and now we're at the hospital."

"Fuck." Calum scratched his head. "Which hospital are you at?"

"UCLA Medical Center."

"We'll be there in a bit."

"No, it's fine. It’s your album party. I just wanted you to tell Claudia.”

“No, we’ll be there." Calum said. By the tone, there was no way for Danny to disagree with him.

Calum hung up and seconds later he spotted Claudia coming from the entrance of the venue. Her ever present smile grew ten times more upon meeting Calum's gaze. She linked her elbow with his and pulled him back to the party.

"Hey, la Güera just left. You won't believe what she told me. Like I kinda expected it, but still I'm surprised. Of all people, she's—"

"Mede is in labor." Calum said, cutting her off.

"What!"

***

Claudia was slipping on her Vans when Calum pulled up to the hospital. She was pretty sure she left them there a few weeks ago when Calum took her to an outdoor movie that resulted in them having sex in the backseat.

She ran to Danny once they went to the maternity ward. With him still sitting, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"How are they?" She asked him.

Immediately Danny broke into a sob. He clung to her as he cried into her stomach.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Claudia." He whispered. "I'm sorry for not protecting you, for being a shitty brother and for everything Paco said.

Claudia gently pushed him away, so she could sit next to him. She held his hands in hers, gently rubbing his knuckles with her thumbs like their mom would when they would cry. "Danny, I don't care about that. It's in the past. Right now we have to focus on Mede and the baby." She said softly. "How are they?"

"I don't know. When Deacon Pepe and Marcela showed up at our place, Mede almost had an anxiety attack." Danny took a deep breath before continuing. "We ordered take out and Marcela made a comment about Mede's eating habits and how spicy food isn't good for the baby. She got mad and then they argued. Mede fainted causing her water to break. Right now they're trying to stabilize her, so they can induce labor."

"Fuck," Calum mumbled. The twins looked up at him, earning a look from Claudia. He leaned over to Claudia. "Sorry. I'm gonna get a hoodie from the car." She nodded and pulled him for a quick peck.

"Have you called mom and dad?" She asked him.

"Yeah," he nodded. "They're on their way. Junior and Marlene too."

"¿Y Paco?"

"What about him?"

"Have you called him?"

"No. We haven't talked in weeks." He confessed. "A few days after the baby shower we got into an argument. He said he didn't cheat."

"He didn't." Claudia said. Danny looked at her like she grew three heads. She dropped her shoulders. "Him y la Güera are talking. I ran into her earlier at the party. Anyways she told me everything. Paulina lied. She said that she tried a few times to get at him, but she never succeeded."

"You believe it?" He asked her quietly.

"Weirdly enough, I do."

They stayed quiet. Danny curled up on the small couch and rested his head on her lap. She noticed his eyes get heavy when she started to play with his hair. She took off Calum's jacket and draped it over him like a blanket.

"Daniel Santos?" A doctor announced minutes later.

Danny sat up when he heard his name. "That's me."

He was shrugging off Calum's jacket as Medelyn's mom went up to the doctor, bombarding them with questions.

"I'm sorry, I need to speak with the baby's father." the doctor told her.

"That's my daughter!" She yelled at the doctor.

"Doña Marcela, estamos en un hospital no en un pinche mercado donde puede andar con su gritadera." Claudia snapped at her.

Medelyn's mom gave her once over and went back to her husband. Medelyn's mom angrily watched Danny talk to the doctor.

"Who's the lady glaring at Danny?" Calum asked, walking to Claudia and handing her a pink tie dye hoodie.

"Mede's mom, you missed the scene she tried to cause." She said slipping on the hoodie. She pulled up to her nose and smiled at him. "Smells like you."

"I practically doused it in my cologne and slept with it every night while I was in the UK." He said, pulling her close.

Claudia draped her legs over his thighs and curled up at his chest. She watched Danny talk to Medelyn's parents. She assumed he was just repeating what the doctor told him. Then he made his way to Claudia and Calum.

"What happened?" Claudia asked him.

"They stabilized her and the baby and are getting her ready for a c-section." He told her. He pulled out his phone and checked the time. "I have to go in now. In two hours tops you're going to have another nephew."

"Can't wait. Hopefully the baby isn't ugly like you." Claudia teased.

"Just wait until you two have kids. I just hope they get Cal's looks."

"You think I'm attractive?" Calum smiled proudly.

"I mean you're not bad looking."

***

Claudia dozed off while her and Calum waited for her parents. Remembering that he had to post something about the album he posted a series of pictures that were taken during the time the album was recorded. In the middle of the pictures he slipped one of him and Claudia FaceTiming while he was in the UK but tagged her podcast account. The last slide of the post was a video of him, Mali and Claudia's brothers taking shots on Thanksgiving. He captioned the post saying that he was very excited for CALM to be out.

Almost an hour later Danny came out from the delivery room. Calum sat up straighter and nudged Claudia awake. He caught her when she rolled off the seats before face planting on the ground. He turned around and saw Medelyn's mom approach them.

"They're both okay. The procedure went well. They're just checking Sebastian since he was born three weeks early, but they're good."

"Can we go see Medelyn?" asked Medelyn's mom.

"Yeah, two people at a time." Danny said. He turned to Claudia and Calum. "I'll take them then you two."

"Yeah, we'll wait." Claudia said.

They went back to their seats. About half an hour later, Calum heard Diego and Soni's voices echo through the hallway. Seconds later they emerged with Junior tailing behind them.

"¿Ya nació?" Soni asked them.

"Yeah, Mede's parents are with them." Claudia nodded.

"Mi'ja, baja los pies." Soni scolded, pushing Claudia's feet off the seats and sitting next to her. She looked over to her. "Es el vestido?"

"Yes." She nodded excitedly. She stood up, slipping off the hoodie she showed off the dress."Mira."

Ever since Claudia was little, Soni always altered her and hemmed her clothes. Mostly her jeans since she was tall for the 'regular' length but shorter than the 'long' length. Occasionally she'd make Claudia a dress for Christmas, but nothing like her prom dress.

When her and Calum went down to San Diego for the baby shower, she was going to dress shopping at some thrift shops in HillCrest for a dress for the album party. She told her mom that she wanted to wear the same color as her prom dress, and Soni convinced her not to because she was going to fix her prom dress. Claudia still didn’t know how she did it, but she loved her dress. It used to be a strapless trumpet dress with a lace cover around the shoulders. Soni added thin straps, managed to remove all the lace and the back part of the dress, therefore making it backless. What really was the cherry on top for Claudia was that Soni added a slit to the down mid thigh.

"Yo supe que se te iba ver bonito." Soni said, admiring how it looked on her daughter.

While Claudia showed her mom pictures of the party, Calum joined Diego and Junior.

"I'm gonna go check in at the hotel, so Marlene and the kids can rest." Junior told his dad.

"You guys can stay with me. I have a few guest rooms at my house." Calum offered. "There's enough for everyone."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, there's a room for you and Marlene then one for the kids." Calum nodded. He turned to Diego. "Even one for you and Soni."

"And one room for Claudia, right?"

***

Calum opened and closed the refrigerator, still not believing it was fully stocked. When he left for Europe it was empty, save for some frozen foods and drinks. He knew it was Claudia's doing. It would explain what she was doing when she came over the day before. Other than sending Calum to an early grave, by sending him pictures of herself in lingerie and videos touching herself on his bed.

He turned on his heel and went back to his room. He found Claudia staring at her phone. Her face was unreadable.

"Everything alright?" He asked when he sat next to her.

"Yeah, I just got an email from UCLA and I'm too scared to see if I got rejected from their graduate program." She handed him her phone. "Read it for me?"

"Yeah."

Claudia crawled onto his lap and watched as her phone loaded the email.

"Your wifi sucks." Claudia mumbled as two minutes went by.

"Shut up." He mumbled.

Then the email loaded. Claudia hid herself into his chest and waited for Calum to read the email. She felt his hand wrap around his waist as he gently rubbed her back.

He stopped rubbing and pulled her away from his chest. He had the biggest grin on his face.

"I'm so fucking proud of you." He simply said.

"I got in? Are you sure? Maybe you—"

"Nope," he cut her off. "You got in."

"Oh my god!" She squealed, wrapping her arms around him.

After applying three separate times, her senior year, when she transferred and now for grad school, Claudia finally got accepted to her dream school.

Claudia pulled Calum into a kiss. In a matter of minutes, they got needy for each other. Without breaking their kiss, Calum gently pushed Claudia on the mattress and with his cock, he showed her how proud he was that she got into her dream school, three times over.

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