#i didn't go the friends to lovers route more like a we're already lovers but we're still friends

[mrs-kodzuken]

Hii there!! I have an idea about a scenario where haikyuu boys would get flustered when their fem!crush is being a gentleman to them. I think having oikawa, iwa and akaashi would be interesting. Have fun!

She’s the gentleman ♡

Pairing: Keiji Akaashi x fem!reader

WC: 1.6k

Genre: fluff

CW: fem!reader, reader is more of a gentleman than akaashi is (surprisingly), fluff, friends-to-lovers, short and sweet, reader is very proper in words, the crush reader has is hinted at which gives it a friends to lovers theme

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"No, yeah, I completely understand if you would want to cancel our session." I responded over the phone to Keiji Akaashi. He was my study date partner today since we have different methods of learning for our huge exam on the following Monday.

"Would you like to wait it out to see how it is?" His response came to me through the mobile device, not giving credit to his soft spoken voice.

"That would be lovely. I really appreciate it, Akaashi." I glanced down at my pristine loafers, per school dress code, as I waited for the conversation to finish.

"Great. Is meeting by the entrance gates fine for you?"

"Yes. We'll walk together to The Manor Mocha and then study there. I'll see you then. Goodbye Akaashi." I finished my sentence then hung up the phone call.

I shifted my eye focus towards the sky only to see that the clouds rolling in did not seem to be leaving anytime soon. Thankfully, The Manor Mocha was only less than five minutes away from our school's campus—which was Fukurodani.

As I walked patiently to class, I could not help but to notice every student around me had been awfully over prepared for this weather or extremely under prepared.

As guaranteed, my best friend, Kotaro Bokuto, was significantly under prepared.

"Good morning, Bokuto. The weather does not look compatible with what you're wearing." I stated, as I glanced him up and down. His outfit was completely fine, but it lacked any outer wear and I didn't see his golden an umbrella anywhere.

"Morning, (Y/n)! I think I'll be fine! The sun will come back out and I won't have the need for an umbrella." He smiled, wholeheartedly believing in that.

"If you say so Bokuto, I'll be heading to class now. I want to make sure to let the teacher know about this weather and if we have any school drills we have to do because of it. Give my 'hello' to Akaashi when he arrives." I said to him before walking off and continuing my route to the classroom.

Even though Bokuto and I were best friends, in accordance to him, I found that he and Akaashi seemed more of best friends. However, the difference between them both is very profound in every way.

Akaashi is only a second-year but he is already able to take such higher courses that us third-years take which is why we're having a study date in the first place.

As I made my way to my morning classroom, I noticed the teacher was not around so I just made my way to my seat. It was by the window on the left side of the classroom, my favorite.

I peered out at the weather, silently hoping that it wouldn't rain because that would only cause such an inconvenience for my plans I made for later. However, my study session will go on regardless of what the weather is like.

Students began to file into the classroom soon after and then the lesson began right after our teacher called attendance. I loved taking notes into my spiral notebooks, it helped me a lot during study sessions and that helped with the making of flash cards.

Soon, the school day flew past and it was already almost time for school to be over. However, my hope got dampened as I heard the sharp clap of thunder and soon the ground began splotching into darker colors. The reason being that, unfortunately, it began to rain.

I had come prepared, of course. I always kept a spare umbrella in my locker just in case a scenario like this happened. I wasn't too sure if Akaashi had brought one though.

When the school bell rung, an announcement came out as well. It was mostly about the weather and how safety is a priority when leaving campus.

Soon, I gathered myself and prepared to face the weather as my classmates bustled about. The chatter and excitement of the weekend was heard throughout the halls as I made my steady way to my locker.

Being polite, on time, and organized was one of my virtues that I treasured deeply. It was what made me who I am, which is why I had a spare umbrella. After changing my loafers into my regular shoes, I grabbed my black and white polka-dotted umbrella.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my blazer pocket. Reaching in to grab it, I saw the message from Akaashi when my phone screen lit up.

'I'm waiting by the gates'

I responded with, 'Okay. I'll be there in just a minute.'

After confirming that he was still okay with our study session, I opened my umbrella as I stepped outside of school and immediately felt the strong winds, which whipped my hair against my face.

I squinted as I saw Akaashi standing by the entrance gate, however, what shocked me to my core what that he was almost completely soaked. He had made some make-shift umbrella out of his blazer and shoulder bag.

"Oh gosh! Are you alright? We best hurry so you don't end up sick." I rushed out, seeing him up close was worse. His hair seemed to be dry but there was only so much of himself that the make shift umbrella could keep dry.

"I'm fine, just a bit cold from the rain." He gave me a half smile and I shared my umbrella with him as we hurried along to The Manor Mocha.

By the time we were there, I'm pretty sure Akaashi was almost, if not completely, drenched. I quickly opened the door for him, which rang a small bell throughout the café.

Akaashi seemed almost shocked that I opened the café door for him, but I didn't show the curiosity on my face as I closed my umbrella and followed suit behind him.

I gathered us a dining table just in case we decided to stay as late for dinner. I assumed Akaashi went to the bathroom to try and dry off as best as possible. As I waited and arranged my laptop, notebook, pens, and sticky tabs together. I thought about cancelling the session if the wet clothes were too much of a burden to him.

"Hi, what can I get you started with?" A waitress with brown hair tied back into a low bun came up to my table. She pulled out her notepad from her apron pocket as well as a pen.

"Good afternoon, I'd like an ice vanilla latte with almond milk please." I politely ordered to her.

"Anything else, hun?"

"I do have a date, however, I am unsure of what he favors so please just add an order of mini cinnamon muffins please. Thank you so much." I smiled up at her, getting one in return.

As soon as she left, Akaashi came back out of the bathrooms.

"Akaashi, I am so sorry that your clothes got dampened. Would you feel better about canceling or continuing?" I asked him as I got up out of my seat when he sat down.

"It's fine, no worries. I don't mind continuing because I do need to memorize these functions for the exam." He lightly laughed, which reassured me.

"Great," I stood up and got behind his chair to push him in then sat back down, "I've already set all of my things out, so just let me know when you're ready." I smiled at him, happy to be studying.

"(Y/n), I have a question abo-" Akaashi was cut short of his sentence when the waitress came back with my iced latte as well as the muffins.

"Thank you so much. Akaashi, would you like to order anything?" I asked, as the waitress stood, waiting for a response as well.

"Just a black coffee with creamer please." And then, like before, the was off with the order and I turned back to Akaashi.

"What were you saying before she arrived? You have a question?" I asked him, grabbing a mini cinnamon muffin.

"Yes, why do you treat me the way you do?" His soft eyes peered at me, a twinge of pink coating his fare skin.

"Oh, what do you mean?" I asked him, very confused by the question.

"Well, it's just that you held the umbrella, opened the door for me, and pushed in my chair. Those are all things that I didn't expect you would do. It kind of flustered me a bit." He laughed nervously.

"Oh! That's just how I am. I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable?" I asked, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere of our study date.

"No, you're fine. If I may ask, for our next date, please let me open the doors for you and be the gentleman. I would like to return the favor." He looked away for a second, then focusing back onto me.

Was he asking me on a date?

"Of course! This will be a date, not just a study date, correct?"

"Yes, it will be." I could see his ears slightly turning to a nice shade of pink which was so cute. It's a good look on him.

"Great, oh, look! The sky is clearing up a bit!" I pointed out, sitting by the window always did have its perks.

"It sure is, which means that I can walk you home once we're finished, if that's okay." He asked me honestly.

"I would love that Akaashi." And soon after that conversation was over we started on our study session as planned. I couldn't push away the feeling of butterflies in my stomach when Akaashi had asked me out.

Staying true to his word, when the date was over, he walked me home.

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a/n: I excluded Iwaizumi and Oikawa only because I felt like this fic would have been too repetitive, however, I will be in the making of fics for them both soon! I hope you enjoy nonetheless anon!!

you all know my header rules, if not see pinned post!!

#kodzu fics #kodzu writing #kodzu indulges! #kodzu girl blogging #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq imagines #hq x you #akaashi x reader #hq akaashi #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi fluff

[scumbagjaeger]

COLLEGE! PORCO HEADCANONS

starring: Porco Galliard

rating: sfw, 18+

notes: just some random ideas and headcanons I have for Porco, maybe something I'll work on more in the future! I'm a sucker for the enemies to lovers trope and I think there's a lot of potential with this one! Please enjoy, drop an ask for more!

I also wanted to dedicate this to @hangeslefteye for always being there and for getting me on the Porco bandwagon (: a true inspiration fighting for the cause (the cause being more Porco content hahah)

So before I get into these head canons (which predominately take place in a gym setting), here's some context

I'm a big fan of the Warriors being a soccer team? Maybe that's their college team! Meanwhile (y/n) is on a volleyball team, maybe just the intramural level team though because she's busy being a main character hahah :) my friends on the college team had no social lives but we're going to give (y/n) okay

But yeah definitely in one of those situations where the intramural volleyball games run late, which pisses off the Warriors who have practice immediately after? Cue Porco and (y/n) bickering a lot!

Okay so yeah they don't like each other

But just imagine that you're at the gym and you notice Porco there? With his beefy arms on full display

And you're kind of like "what?" y'know, giving him a look from across the room

You're just doing your thing, finishing up your reps on the machine and you look up again and Porco is walking towards you?

You roll your eyes at him when he's in close proximity and take your headphone out. "Can I help you?"

"It seems like you can help out the creep who's drooling over you across the floor," he scowls

You didn't even notice, but you glance behind Porco and see some random guy staring at you while he lifts weights

Porco just kind of just watches over you for the rest of your time at the gym? And it's nice? You don't want to strangle him for once?

He keeps an eye on the stranger, glaring at him whenever he gets up from his machines

But he also spots you while you're doing your chest press? And helps you set up for hip thrusts?

"You're doing your pull ups wrong, dummy. You should be angling your hips forward, not arching back," "Shut up, Porco, what do you know." "More than you, I'm minoring in kinesiology. Now here lemme--" and he waits for your nod before gently moving your hips forward.

It turns out he's finished his workout like thirty minutes ago but he's just hanging out with you now, pushing you to do one more rep and bickering to you about being able to do a heavier weight "What, you going easy today or something, (l/n)? You can add an extra 5 pounds, easy. I'll spot ya."

At one point he shows you how much he can bench because, yeah, he hates you, but he's a guy who will take any excuse to show off his muscles lmao we know this man is disciplined as hell in the gym

But when you lean over the bench to spot him, you notice the twinge of pink on his ears?

Unrelated but his hair from chapter 119? That's what his hair looks like while he's working out oh lord

Let's say you already did your cardio earlier? Too bad Porco is guiding you to the treadmills

Okay but let's say you suck at running and Porco gives you so much shit for it? You just hate treadmill-running though, and you don't really need to run much for volleyball anyway, just a couple laps to warm up

You're sweating and miserable and Porco offers to buy you a post-workout smoothie as a reward for running ten minutes lmao

"If you don't like treadmill-running, I take this one route through the town that ends near Liberio Park? My brother and I used to run that when he went here" (Marcel is a doctor and alive in this AU)

And you kind of look at him like * "I don't really like to run alone either?"

"What? Why not?"

"It's not really safe?"

And he gets kind of quiet and mutters to you, "Well, I usually go in the mornings, if you wanted to come with?"

And you just look at him, incredulous. And he looks away and sips his smoothie "--only if you want to, I guess."

And so you agree to meet him outside of campus the next day and you start your run together! He definitely has way more endurance than you as a soccer player though oops

It's so obvious that he could be going way faster but he jogs to keep up with you, and stops to walk with you when you need a break

You catch him smiling at you when you stop to admire some of the flowers that are blooming outside of the park. "What?"

"Your face is all red and sweaty," this man has W rizz

Turns out there's also a wellness-type cafe near the park so you both get post-workout smoothies again and walk back towards campus

Thanks for reading! I'd love to hear your thoughts on this or if you'd like more! My dream would be to start a college series with the main boys, maybe even developing fics for each of them!! If this is something you're interested in, please let me know! Leave an ask for any ideas or requests for Porco or the others!

#porco galliard #porco galliard x reader #porco galliard x you #porco galliard imagines #porco galliard headcanons #snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot #snk boyfriends #snk imagines #headcanons #college!porco #mine #college au #college series

[unclewaynemunson]

Wingman Wayne - Ronance Edition pt4 :D | Read from the beginning | Read on ao3

It hasn't even been five minutes since Robin came home from work, when the phone in the hall starts ringing. And she has some suspicions about who the caller might be.

She squints at the phone like it's personally offending her, considers for a few moments to just let it ring – but she can't. She doesn't want to be a completely cruel person, this is already gonna be awful enough as it is.

'Hi,' says Nancy, sounding slightly breathless, when Robin picks up the phone. 'How was your day?'

 'Um – gr...ay.'

'Gray?' Nancy repeats, confused.

Robin flinches. She had meant to say “great” but decided halfway that that would probably sound weirdly enthusiastic regarding the conversation they were about to have so she changed it to “okay” and – yeah. This is embarrassing.

'Yeah – I mean, the weather. Was. Very bad. Lots of rain and shit.' She cringes at herself, talking awkwardly about the goddamn weather, glad that Nancy isn't able to see how beet-red she has gotten so at least some of her dignity will stay intact.

'Tell me about it,' Nancy says, 'I got soaked at least three times today, it was the worst. But I was thinking...' There's a slight pause before Nancy continues, 'If we're feeling optimistic enough to believe the forecasts, it'll clear up by the weekend, so maybe we could go for a walk or something? There's this tea garden at the other side of the woods, I know a nice scenic route from Lover's Lake, what do you think?'

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. Robin squeezes her eyes shut. Why, oh why, did Nancy have to come up with the most fucking perfect date idea in existence? God, she can almost touch the scene in her head: walking side-by-side with Nancy, the sun filtering through the leaves and shining a golden light onto Nancy’s curls, her cute nose going slightly red from the early spring sunrays, their arms brushing together every other step until Nancy will feel brave enough to grab Robin's hand and lace their fingers together; the flowers blooming in all kinds of pretty colors in the fields surrounding the tea garden, the taste of mint or some herbal melange on her tongue, Nancy's hands wrapped around her mug as she laughs at something insanely funny Robin is telling her...

No. No. Her stupid brain should most definitely not be going there.

She sighs.

'I have to tell you something,' she blurts out, before weakness can overpower her and make her say something stupid like Yes, this is the best idea ever, I’d love to go with you, can I please kiss you already?

'Oh.'

And in that single word, she can already hear the disappointment dripping from Nancy's voice. Damn it, she hates this so fucking much.

'Yeah, it’s not good... So, um, remember that I told you how my best friend is the one who set me up with you? The one whose boyfriend is Mr. Munson's nephew?'

'Oh God,' Nancy says, sounding truly horrified. 'You're actually in a relationship with him and cheating on him?'

'What – no, God, no!' Robin exclaims. 'Why is that the first thing that comes to your mind?!'

'I don't know, you sounded so ominous so I just went straight to worst-case scenario!'

Nancy is perfectly mirroring Robin's own panicked energy and she realizes she has to keep her head cool now if she doesn't want this whole conversation to become even more of a mess.

She takes a deep breath and continues in a somewhat more collected voice, 'Okay, so maybe not worst-worst-case scenario, then. But um... He didn't actually know anything about you when he set us up. So we only found out today that he – Steve – had been trying to set me up with his ex.'

There's a silence. 'Steve Harrington is your best friend?' Nancy then asks.

'Yeah, crazy, right,' Robin confirms. 'I'm really sorry, Nancy. I had so much fun with you last night, seriously. And you're really cool and badass and generally amazing. But I'm not gonna be dating my best friend's ex. I can't do that to Steve. I mean, I basically know everything about what went down between the two of you, and it's not like he harbors any resentment – I actually think he still respects you a lot – but... It still feels wrong, you know?'

There's a sigh, distorted through the phone. 'Yeah, I get that,' Nancy says, in a small voice that's kind of breaking Robin's heart already. 'Honestly, that completely makes sense. And honestly, I wouldn’t want to add to his hurt either. I already did that more than enough, back when - you know.‘ She sighs again. ‘For what it's worth: I had a lot of fun with you, too, yesterday.'

Pt5

Taglist: @munsonsuccubus @messrs-weasley @shrimply-a-menace @booksandsience @sadcanadianwinter @mightbeasleep @theysherobinbuckley

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #fruity ficlet #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things

[armpirate]

Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 4

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit. 

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Aprox. time of reading: 19 minutes

Chapter warnings: Dirty talk, online sex, masturbation (female and male), tongue play

San huffed, throwing his head as he winked after Mingi and Wooyoung had tried to settle a blind date for him. He didn't know the girl. In fact, they didn't even share a picture of her or talked to him about her before, but still expected him to go out of his way to meet with someone he could have nothing in common, other than the fact she knew Hongjoong -after working with him- and seemed as pressured as he was to meet someone.

—You always say the same thing —Wooyoung insisted—. You don't even know the girl, so why are you so quick to turn her down?

He stuttered, trying to think of a good reason.

Actually, he didn't have any good reason to turn her down. There was no reason, but it was a solid choice.

—I don't want to waste time with someone I don't know —he concluded—. If she wants to find someone to date, try to convince someone else. Why don't you go? —the attention shifted to Mingi.

The taller friend, who joined the conversation and added pressure to San just for the laughs, ended up snuggling on the couch, minding his business while scrolling through his phone, until karma went back for him.

—Unlike you, I actually go out and meet people by myself. Thanks for the worries, bud —he lifted his thumb, slowly moving his hand to show the middle finger to his friend.

Wooyoung's eyes shifted back to San, giving him that insistent look that got on his nerves. They were close, he loved him, but he swore he'd punch him on the face whenever he gave him that look.

—What's so hard about it that you can't do it? She won't bite. I bet she's open to dating, and will be willing to deal with your weird ass.

—If she has people setting her up with someone, that must be for something —San got up from the floor, determined to leave the living room.

—Actually, it's Hongjoong's doing. I don't know how we got to that point in the conversation, but he mentioned that since you're so closed to new people, it could be easier if we're the ones introducing girls to you. He said she's the only one on his contacts that seems to be single —Wooyoung's lips puckered, while shrugging his shoulders, trying to convince San.

—So you're trying to link me with someone Hongjoong has already slept with?

—Hongjoong didn't, he just knows her after he worked with her on a project —he sighed—. Apparently the girl's standards are high and she's difficult as fuck —he muttered to Mingi.

—Right, it's one hundred percent a no —San tried to close the conversation—. Tell Hongjoong I'm fine by myself, and I don't need anyone to set dates for me or any of that stuff. And stop talking about me or my love life with everyone.

San left the living room, closing himself inside his bedroom while Mingi and Wooyoung were both left outside, exchanging confused looks after they were alone.

—You think he might be dating someone already? —Mingi commented, looking at his door.

In a way, it'd make sense. It wasn't like San was completely detached from his phone before, but Wooyoung noticed the way his friend was more aware of his cell whenever he was out of the safe place his room was, to the point where they both had to tell him to leave his phone and spend time with reality. And he was caught a few times smirking or blushing at something while checking his phone, after he received a notification.

If they wanted to know, San wasn't the one they would get their information from.

—I bet he's on his phone right now —Wooyoung sentenced.

Mingi didn't need a clearer way to be told what they were about to do, getting up from the couch with a wide smile. Usually, it was always San and Wooyoung doing that type of thing to him, so it was exciting to join forces against the person that teased him the most.

They both walked together to his door, trying as hard as possible not to make a sound so he wouldn't have time to hide anything before they opened his door.

—What if we don't find anything?

Wooyoung turned to him, smacking his arm silently before he lifted his index to his lips to hush him. If they missed the chance to know what was going on with his friend because Mingi messed up, someone was going to end up with his ass kicked.

—At the count of three, we go in —Wooyoung barely spoke, thinking it'd be enough to just exaggerate his vocalization as some silent noises left his mouth.

—Huh? —Mingi frowned.

—One —Wooyoung said a bit louder, ignoring the confused expression on his friend's face.

—Two, three —Mingi rushed.

Mingi bursted inside the room first, completely ignoring San's face because he had only one target he cared for at that moment. While he trapped his friend's body against the bed, Wooyoung hurried to the other side to snatch the phone away from his hand.

—What are you two doing? —San tried to move under his friend.

Not only was the conversation with Y/n open, his channel also was. He was checking how long he had gone without posting a new video, as he simultaneously spoke with Y/n. His heart started beating fast, pumping against his chest in a way that got to hurt him at some point at the idea of what he did to pay for all of his things.

—Holy shit.

—What? —Mingi raised his head, quickly getting up to stand next to Wooyoung— Fuck. Who's this?

Getting up to confront both of his friends, he tried to take his phone back, but Wooyoung moved it further from his reach with a cocky smile.

—Tell us who she is, and we'll leave —Wooyoung tried to negotiate.

San felt relieved when they showed the profile picture Y/n had on the app they used to chat. Her hair rested over one of her shoulders, while her head was tilted as she smiled for the picture. She looked extra beautiful there.

—It's not your business —San insisted, trying to get his phone again.

—We are your friends —Mingi replied back.

—At this point, I'm reconsidering that.

The sound of the notifications coming in made him freak out, knowing their chat was open and they were causing her texts to be left on read with no response. He knew his friends would not leave until getting a response, he knew it because he had done that as well.

—My girlfriend —San finally answered quickly, with some letters almost stumbling on one another—. She is my girlfriend.

Taking advantage of the way both Mingi and Wooyoung looked shocked at that answer, he snitched his phone back and saved it in the pocket of his baggy pants.

At the end of the day, it wasn't like they'd ever know the truth. Probably Y/n was from a different city, and the possibilities of them running into her were quite unlikely. Neither would be hurted, and also it'd work as a way to push away Mingi and Wooyoung's trials on playing as matchmakers whenever they had the chance. He could only be thankful he always deleted all of their filthy pictures after every conversation.

—How did you meet her? —Wooyoung asked first.

—And why didn't you tell us about her before? —Mingi reproached, pointing at the pocket where he had saved his phone.

—Not your business.

Walking behind them, both of his arms hooked around his friends' neck as he guided them back to the door. Both of his friends complained as they were guided outside, finding the door closed in front of them as soon as they left his room.

Sighing, San locked the door behind him before he got his phone back out. When he saw the picture she sent, he could only think of how lucky he was that neither Wooyoung or Mingi were on the chat, being too busy inspecting her profile pic to care about what they talked about.

That Saturday, she had just sent one of her nsfw pics of her blurry naked figure reflected on the bathroom mirror full of steam. It was clear as day that she was naked after taking a shower, but it was impossible to clearly see what the mist was hiding.

San: Fucking hell, Y/n.......

He had struggled with what to say after he sent that, deleting all the filthy words that were going through his brain at that moment. Meanwhile, she had seen the way he read her texts for a few long minutes, before he actually reacted and started typing for a few long minutes. She giggled as a consequence, wondering if that picture had made the man of her wet dreams stutter with what to say next.

It wasn't like it was the first time she sent a picture like that, but almost all the times she got the same reaction until their conversation evolved to something more.

San: Omg

You: You liked it?

Her text reeked of fake innocence. He knew, she knew.

San: I hated it

Her heart skipped a beat, stopping completely when she saw that text before he suddenly left the app again. If she hadn't known him, she'd have thought he indeed didn't like what she sent, but after talking with him for a few weeks -with those spicy conversations almost being part of their routine-, she could just sit and wait until he found the proper words to trigger her back.

Wearing the bathrobe as the only clothing that covered her body, she sat in the middle of the bed, waiting for his text.

San: It's unfair I can't see that in person

His answer made her smile instantly, biting her lip while she thought of the next thing to say. She didn't know where he was from, or where exactly he lived. They both thought it was a thin line of privacy that shouldn't be crossed, but it still excited her to see that tiny wish of seeing her in person.

You: Maybe we can do something better...

You: are you home?

San: Yeah

San: What did you think about?

She didn't think it through, she was just pushed by the idea of feeling closer and more real through it, and chose to act before she could even process her own idea. She had thought of the idea of doing a video call several times since they started talking, but it always ended up in the corner of bad ideas when she thought that maybe it'd be too much.

But that day her fears were left aside, clicking on the video call option, waiting for him to answer. Holding her phone up high, making sure the front camera was at the level of her face, she checked her reflection while she bit her lip nervously. The more tones that sounded the bigger the disappointment was, thinking that maybe she got ahead of herself. At some point she even thought if he lied to her and he didn't look the way he did on pictures. He was way too good to be true.

Suddenly, everything was silent and she was surprised by his face on the screen.

She couldn't believe she ever thought he wasn't real. His foxy eyes looked at his screen with a gentle look, squinting as he smiled without showing his teeth -and the dimples that formed on his cheeks in consequence made him look so soft.

—So I see you weren't lying on taking a shower —he commented, making one of his eyebrows disappear behind his bangs.

After spotting her clean and bright face, his eyes went lower to her shoulders, covered by the white robe he had seen on some teasing pictures she had sent before.

—You thought I was baiting you? —his deep chuckle sent shiverings all over her body, before she chose to keep talking to hide how nervous he actually was making her—. It'd have been perfect timing for you to send a picture, too —she pointed out.

The way he tried to keep the way he looked on that baggy gray sweater, that almost exposed his collarbones, should've been considered a crime.

—You got ahead of me —he played with his hair, smiling nervously at her comment. His smile slowly dropped to a smirk, as his eyes concentrated on hers for a brief second—. You're beautiful.

Taking the compliment the best way she could, she simply smiled and lowered her face enough the moment she felt her cheeks lighting up.

—Don't cover up. That's cute —he giggled.

But she couldn't help it. All the time through messages, she giggled and kicked her feet at some of his texts freely, but it was completely different when he was seeing her blushing and getting nervous in real time.

She clearly wasn't used to that type of treatment.

—You also look good —she assured him.

—Better than in pics?

Far better than in pictures.

Sometimes, pictures could be deceiving. The factor of good lighting, the proper angle, or even the best side of the face played a huge part on how good a person looked on pictures (without taking in consideration the use -or overuse- of filters or photoshop. Both of them were glad it wasn't the case for neither of them.

—Maybe —she answered, teasingly.

—I already had high expectations on you, but you made sure to break them all off —his mouth was trying to transmit that comment with a sexy appeal, yet his smile and the way he nervously pressed his lips betrayed him.

Aside from the sexy videos or his harsh looks, that man seemed to be made out of the softest fabric in the cuddliest cloud -something that made him wonder where his Soundleasure persona came from.

As he moved his phone to place it better on his desk, she was able to spot a microphone at the height of his lips peeking through the corner of her screen.

—So is that where you record your content? —she asked curiously.

—Ah, this... —San lowered his gaze when he was aware of the microphone— Yeah. This is where the magic happens.

But right after saying that, his confidence was all gone, covering his face up with both of his hands out of embarrassment.

There was something exciting about spotting the man she desired on the place that created the content that made her want him in the first place. It was like getting the privilege of seeing the sneak peek of something no one ever before had seen. And she wanted to do way more than just seeing some of it.

—You said it was unfair you couldn't see me in person —she started, tilting her head slightly—. What exactly do you want to see?

Uncovering his face, one of his eyebrows raised at her question, grinning while he rested his back against the gaming chair in his room.

—Your skin. I bet it looks softer than it does in pictures.

She was pleased with his answer, nodding while curving down her lips and arching her eyebrows. Her robe slightly slipped off her right shoulder, exposing her collarbone and the curve of one of her breasts.

—Can you appreciate it now?

Of course he was. He could feel his dick twitching under the fabric of his pants, noticing how her skin looked a bit humid still after the shower.

—Kinda —he sighed—. It looks better than on the pic, but not good enough —San smiled again—. Maybe I need to see a bit more.

If she had tried to do that with anyone else... Honestly, she probably wouldn't have gone that far with anyone else.

She moved the robe down over her other shoulder, letting the fabric hang on her arms -enough to cover up her nipples, but still exposing her cleavage. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, but seeing her like that felt so new for San, more real... Almost thinking she was to his reach if she moved his hand up a tiny bit.

—Would you be able to handle this in person? —the middle finger of her free hand traced her collarbone ever so gently she felt tickles from her own touch.

—I'd do more than just handle it —San assured, with his voice going lower with every word—. But I'd for sure rip that thing off. It's pissing me off.

The more it passed, the more comfortable he started feeling, letting his thoughts speak before they even made it to his filter process.

—You don't need to break it though, just... —while giggling, she undid the knot on the upper part of her belly, allowing the soft fabric to expose her breasts on the screen— open it.

A whimper came out of his lips, getting stuck at the back of his throat, as he hoped it had been low enough so it didn't reach for his mic for her to hear it. San tried to find a more comfortable position, while also rolling it a bit more to the back to show more than just his torso.

He knew exactly what he was doing, because Y/n had never had the urge to sit on someone's lap until she saw half of his legs on the screen, in awe with the way those black pants looked so good on him when his hands fell on them lazily.

—Those tits are begging to be sucked.

For a quick second, he regretted ever saying that, seeing her looking at her camera surprised, but slowly calming down when her hand wandered over her torso after her nippled tightened at the filth in his words.

—Hmm. I bet they'd look so good in your mouth right now.

Just the thought of it got her body working faster than it had ever worked before, as if she was going to take him at any time.

—Of course —San nodded—. I'd make them hard and stiff until they hurt.

Following his words, her index and thumb rubbed on her nipples, tightening the grip sporadically, ending it with a pinch and pull that got her pressing her thighs at the sudden throb.

—I want to see you, too —she asked.

San thought he'd collapse right there when he saw her pouting as she said that, her hand dropping out of the camera vision while her eyes intensely looked at him. Maybe he was too horny, or maybe his lack of experience with any other girl made him so eager for her. But there he was, willing to do anything she'd ask for.

While he took off his sweater, she placed a pillow at the edge of the bed just so she could rest her phone on it and forget about holding it up in the air. She heard him groan at the sight of her half naked body, while her hands still held together the edges of her robe so her lower part wouldn't be exposed.

—I think this is the hardest I've ever been for someone —he mentioned, stroking his growing bulge over his black sweatpants.

—Let me see how hard I'm making you, then —she dared him, kneeling in the middle of the bed.

It didn't take San a minute before he was lowering his pants and boxers enough to let his cock spring free in the air, and ending up resting on his stomach. Her eyes got lost in the shape of his dick, thinking of its taste, as she traced the veins that went from the base to the tip with her tongue.

She could feel your mouth watering at the image, wishing they weren't doing all of that through a screen. That man for sure wasn't real. Every inch of his body was perfect.

—Cat got your tongue? —he teasingly asked, stroking his length while he looked at her.

—I wish that was the problem —she scoffed, bending over on her stomach while she rested her body on her elbows, so she could see his image up close—. I've never wanted to get choked on a cock so bad in my life.

—I bet you'd look gorgeous with your mouth stuffed with it —he groaned.

She smiled, aiming two of her fingers at her mouth. She rubbed the tip of her fingerprints on her flat muscle, just to close her lips around them while staring straight at the camera. It felt as if your eyes were connecting through the whole thing, causing San to curse as soon as she did that.

That was an image he didn't know he needed until then.

—Show me how wet you are while you still suck on those fingers, hmm?

Maybe he was getting too greedy as their conversation evolved, but he couldn't hold back. Everything she did just made him want more.

Biting on her own fingerprints, she smiled. She for sure was leaking at that point, she could feel her juices dripping from her entrance to her clit when she bent over to the camera. Changing her position again, she opened her robe completely with her legs still closed as she sat in front of the camera. Once she made sure everything was on sight for him, she spread her legs, having San moaning out loud at the vision of her glistening folds.

Her wet fingers with her spit traveled all the way from her lips to her pussy, moving through her folds for him. Her heart skipped a beat when they reached her clit, finally being taken care of after ignoring it for so long.

—Wet enough to have my face buried in it —his raspy voice added—. I bet you taste so fucking good.

All those scenarios she planted in her head, with a mysterious man with no face, finally came back to her head with every detail she could add. Her pussy clenched at the image of his eyes peeking over as his tongue did wonders on her clit.

—I'd love to know if that tongue is as good at licking as it is at dirty talk —she joked, finding his eyes somewhere on the screen again, while she rubbed her clit in slow circles.

—You can bet I'd have your legs trembling and your ears beeping after you cum —he smirked—. Slide two fingers in. Open up for me.

And just the same way she allowed her fingers to go down her slit, and skink them inside her, she saw San spitting on his hand and wrapping it around his shaft again.

—That's it, honey. Knuckles deep —he encouraged her, making the biggest effort to keep his eyes open through his own pleasure. Pump them in and out as if it were my cock.

The praise in his words, the way he controlled her movements even from afar had her completely out of her mind. She was sure the sound of his voice was giving her more pleasure than her own fingers.

Managing to open her eyelids, that felt heavier than ever before, she got a moan stuck in the back of her throat when she saw him pumping his cock at a steady pace. The way she was able to see her open legs through the corner of her eyes, while her attention was fixed on the pornographic scene he was pulling, made it even hotter.

She was sure the temperature rose a few more degreed the moment they started that video call.

—You'd look even better if it was my cock fucking you —he moaned, moving his hand faster on his length—. Your tits bouncing every time I pound into you, holding you tight by your hips so you could take it all.

—I bet you'd stretch me out so good —she nodded.

Her brain was close to having a dead short at any time. The naughtiness in his words, mixed with everything that was going on in real life and in her head was too much to handle. Her back arched every time she sank her fingers in and her palm rubbed on her clit.

—I'm gonna cum —she cried, unable to hold it back any longer.

—I'm so close, too —he groaned, throwing his head back finally—. Wait for me, I'm almost there —he asked, in a needy tone that almost made her succumb to her own pleasure.

Still moving her fingers in sync with his movements, she found herself at the edge of the cliff, only allowing herself to jump from it when she heard him mutter he was ready, too. Both of their moans got mixed in the air, as they both reached their highs. Slowly, those moans turned to loud pants while they tried to get some oxygen back to their lungs.

Daring to look at him, she found San with his head falling back to the chair, eyes still shut while he smiled pleased.

—It was amazing —he whispered.

—I know —she agreed, sighing.

San finally opened his eyes, and she was left mesmerized by how beautiful and genuine they looked.

She saw him getting some air, and opening his mouth, before he got interrupted by a male voice coming from outside the room.

—Where the fuck is the controller? I need to beat these assholes' asses.

San could only think of throwing that same controller he talked about straight at his head as soon as he stepped outside.

—I won't take long —he assured her, before he hung up the video call.

Back in the silence and loneliness in her room, she made her best at holding in the sudden need to jump on the bed and dance away in excitement.

Her bad streak was over, except for the fact that everything was still online. But she'd find a solution to it.

#armpirate #ateez #ateezfanfic #ateezff #ateezimagines #ateezsmut #ateezxreader #atiny #choi #choisan #choisanateez #choisanfanfic #choisansmut #choisanxreader #ff #onlinesex #reader #readerinsert #san #sanateez #sansmut #sanxreader #choi san smut #smut

[queen-ofsunflowers]

How do u feel about RenxSumire and Renxakechi?

Send me a ship and I'll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it

Oh, it's interesting that you chose these two, Anon. Very interesting.

ShuSumi

I'll be frank. Whether it be because I knew I was going to be able to on my playthrough for Break Away, I romanced Sumire on my first run of Royal. And I loved it. Their interactions were so damn sweet!!

I love ShuSumi. Not only their interactions together during the romance route, but even before that happens too. They work well together and support each other. There's a good dynamic going there between them. There's more I can talk about if given the right questions, I'm just not sure exactly what to say. To put it simply, it's cute and sweet and I love it.

ShuAke/AkeShu

Much like the previous, I like the dynamic between Akechi and Ren as well. It's one of my top Persona 5 ships for the protag along with ShuSumi. Rivals/Enemies to Lovers is one of my favorite tropes if it's done properly, and AkeShu isn't an exception to that. It's also the fact that Akechi came back in the third semester because of Ren, and that is what Maruki tries to use Akechi as the way to get Ren to agree to not steal his heart. That whole scene was just... oof. Very emotionally charged.

There are some ways that I've seen the ship written that doesn't exactly nail the dynamic or Akechi's character at all correctly, though. That tends to drive me a bit nuts and make me stop reading. He's an asshole, dammit. Let him be an asshole.

The Royal Trio

Okay so... if we're being honest, my favorite combination of these is where Ren gets to hold both of their hands. He is a disaster bisexual who falls for two of his friends, and when they figure it out, they both go for those hands. While Ren's being a disaster over the both of them, I like to think that Akechi and Sumire end up being pretty close friends in the long run. They just happen to share a simp boyfriend.

One of my favorite things about the trio as well is that they're able to see underneath each other's masks. I have a feeling that Akechi already knew that there was something going on while Sumire was pretending to be Kasumi, but he didn't say anything about it. He knew who she was the whole time. And while Ren was affected by Maruki's illusion, there were some moments where he saw Sumire underneath Kasumi's mask and helps her bloom into her true self once the illusion wears off. I think that's beautiful.

Ren knew about Akechi the entire time, and it's through their confidant that Ren can see more of the true him under that false persona he wears. I'm not so sure about Sumire in this case, because I remember her being surprised by Akechi's true self. I do remember her adapting to it rather quickly, though.

And Akechi and Sumire are able to see past the lies and reputation that Ren has to see the real him. Ren's not afraid to show the true him around the two of them, despite how many masks he may wear literally, seeing as he's a wild card.

Basically, their dynamic flows incredibly well when the three of them are together, and in one fic series of mine, I am incredibly tempted to have the Royal Trio be the ship that Ren is involved in. It won't be confirmed in the main game because Ren is a disaster, but in Strikers. Either way, it'll be fun to work with.

#persona 5 #akeshu #shusumi #royal trio #queen answers #queen plays ask games #anonymous

[frisiunia]

Valentine's Special

So, as the title says it's special on St. Valentine's day. I'll just tell ya about my top 3 favorite ships in Undertale, judge them and tell something about this ship but in Undermourning. I already made post about relationships but it's something different.

Anyway, I had this post prepared on the former year but I didn't wrote it in time so... here you have it now.

Undyne x Alphys

So this ship at start has two things that make me like this. First, It's ship with my favorite character from Undertale, Undyne. Second, it's ship of two girls. Honestly, lesbian ships are my favorite. Gender is not everything in ship, but it gives some extra points at start. I just dunno, I enjoy seeing to girls in love with each other.

I like this ship dynamic. Undyne is daring and lively while Alphys is shy liar with lack of self-confident. Both has strong feelings for each other. Alphys was lying to Undyne because she wanted to impress her, while what Undyne really like about Alphys is her passion (that's exactly what she said). + I love this scene when we're rolepaying with Alphys and Undyne just come in the best moment XD

I really like this ship. It was my most favorite ship from Undertale. I still love it! Maybe not that much but still. The fact that Alphys was lying to Undyne to impress her and couldn't get closer to her in result was adding my favourite thing - drama.

About Undermourning... Before Alphys' accident, Alphys and Undyne were a couple. They became lovers when Alphys became more self-confident. They spent a lot of time and probably that is why Undyne feels lack of something. Of course, she can't remember Alphys but Undyne can tell she misses something. It's frustrating for her. When she does something connected to Alphys she feels like she was near, but when she finishes doing that, she feels the lack of something even worse. And Undyne can't even date with anyone. If she would, she would feel like she betrays someone.

Sans x Toriel

So, their relationship in Undertale, it's friendship. But it's kinda funny that before meeting at True Pacifist Route they didn't even know each other name. They were just telling bad puns. That's all. But I like vision of Sans and Toriel as laid-back couple. I mean, they are going on dates and act romantic but there always are jokes and making fun, looking more like a couple of friends than lovers. It's not canon so we can't know how would it look like but I really believe it would look like what I've said. I love this vision :) + Toriel is my second favorite character

About Undermourning... "door-friends". That's all. If ya don't understand... here.

Chara x Asriel

I say that I see Chara and Asriel relationship in many ways. Sometimes as sibling, friendship, couple. I like every of them but as a romantic ship I can call it my favorite ship from Undertale. I want to tell I usually see Chara as a girl (a little outdated info now). Though I like to show Chara in a lot of ways because it's very universal character.

And well... incest. It may be quite controversial opinion but hey! It is not incest! Asriel never calls Chara sibling, only best friend. Asgore doesn't even call Chara their child! The fact that Chara was treated like their child/sibling was just observation of other monsters.

I see them as sibling sometime, sometime I see them as best friend and sometimes as couple. Just depends on what I want currently. But in canon they aren't confirmed to be sibling to each other.

And about Undermourning, this ship is impossible. :') But okay, if they would survive maybe they would develop some feelings but in my AU they actually see each other as sibblings. + Their sexual orientation is unkown for them and for me aswell :'> Too little time to uncover it.

#undertaleau #undertale au #undertale #undermourning #soriel #alphyne #chasriel #chara #asriel #undyne #alphys #toriel #sans #valetines #valentine's day

[hklnvgl]

"i'm your friend. you can talk to me about anything." for the prompt? Is it obvious I love friends to lovers? 😅 I hope writing the baking fic goes well! Excited for it whenever it happens, but no pressure! Take your time! 💕💕

Adam poured himself out of his car, barely pausing to close the door after him.

He didn’t bother to lock it—the lock was acting up and refusing to work, plus nobody in their right mind would look at Adam’s car and think stealing it would be worth the trouble, plus they were at the Barns.

Plus Adam only had twelve hours to spare so it wasn’t like he could go around wasting precious seconds.

He climbed the front porch stairs two at a time and had his fist to the faded-blue paint of the door before he’d even landed. He should’ve probably taken a shower and changed from his work clothes before coming here, but having a stop-over at St. Agnes had felt like a very dumb idea at the time.

Only it wasn’t dumb at all. It was what normal people did—you make yourself all pretty and shiny for your boyfriend so your boyfriend got necessarily smitten the moment he saw you and took you to bed immediately.

But Adam hadn’t been able to stand the thought of being away from Ronan one more minute, after not seeing him for four full days. And he hungry for Ronan’s gentle touches and looks. And maybe one bit too horny for his own good.

He knocked again. The porch lamp switched on, heavy steps approached the door. Something warm and sweet took hold of Adam’s belly, which wasn’t all that difficult considering all there was in there was excitement and whatever hadn’t been digested from the parched sandwich he’d had that morning for breakfast before school.

Adam barely allowed Ronan time to smile before he jumped him, his tired arms quickly finding their way around Ronan’s shoulders, his mouth easily pressing rapid kisses to Ronan’s cold shoulder, his working hear on the watch for any skip on Ronan’s breath that meant Adam was doing well in swooning his boyfriend.

The skip wasthere. Only it wasn’t quite right.

Adam’s arms were carefully put away at his sides again. He allowed himself to be guided inside, and he waited for a full minute of awkwardly standing in the hall before he asked: “Okay. What’s wrong?”

Ronan narrowed his eyes, as if his own awkward standing in front of the stairs, just looking at Adam, was totally normal and Adam was the one acting odd.

Ronan took a step towards Adam, until he was close enough to caress his cheek with the back of his hand. Which, okay. Tender. More emotional than Adam had been expecting, but. Yeah. They were boyfriendsnow. People who were in a relationship did sweet things for one another and it didn’t have to be weird. So why did Adam had this funny knot growing inside his throat now?

“Have you eaten?” Adam asked, fully knowing Ronan must have, because it was late, and he hadn’t been stuck at work forever like Adam had, and he could see a stack of shiny pots drying next to the kitchen sink from where he was standing.

Ronan’s head jerked in a nod. He didn’t ask if Adam himself had eaten. His eyes looked slightly reddish under the ceiling light.

Adam wondered when was the last time he’d slept.

He carefully took Ronan’s wrist and guided him upstairs, until they were both in front of Ronan’s unmade bed.

“Want to take me to bed so bad, uh, Parrish?” Ronan smirked.

Adam nodded, because it was the truth. Breathing came now a bit easier.

Ronan’s grin widened just before he kissed Adam’s mouth. Adam reflexively kissed him back, not at all put down by Ronan’s harsh biting to his lower lip—his brain needed a moment to recognize there was still something wrong, or rather not-right, and by then they were both tangled among sheets and Adam’s hand was halfway inside Ronan’s pants.

Ronan’s mouth chased after Adam’s when Adam pushed himself on his forearms to just lookat Ronan. Adam didn’t like the hopeless whine that escaped Ronan’s lips and for a moment had half a mind to just kiss them better and dismiss his stupid thoughts as paranoid, uninvited guests getting in the way between Ronan and him.

But.

That wouldn’t do.

“Ronan,” he whispered. “Ronan, what’s wrong?”

Ronan closed his eyes, and for a second there he looked hurt, and sad, and some other things that broke Adam’s heart but reassured him that there was somethinggoing on, and that he wasn’t just irrationally rejecting Ronan.

All of it was gone when Ronan opened his eyes again.

“Nothing,” he said. “Let’s keep going.” He glared at Adam, hard, as if daring Adam to contradict him.

As if Adam had ever backed down from a challenge with Ronan Lynch.

He rolled over in place of rolling his eyes, and settled his head just next to Ronan’s on the pillow. He left one hand on Ronan’s chest, to remind him that he was there.

Ronan’s breathing peaked.

“What the fuck are you doing,” he growled, face up, hands forcefully gripping the sheets at his sides.

Adam very pointedly stayed where he was.

“Should I ask?” Adam said. “It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me. I mean, I wanna know, obviously. I’m your friend, you can talk to me about anything.”

Ronan’s eyes widened. “You’re not my friend.”

Adam reminded himself to be patient, even if Ronan was being particularly stupid that night. “Yes, I am. What the fuck, Lynch. Of course we’re friends. You’re my best friend, you dumbshit. I want you to trust me enough to tell me your stuff. I’m not gonna laugh, or—” Adam paused, wondering if he should say the first thing that had come to his mind, figuring right after that he’d be a hypocrite if he didn’t, “use it against you, or, like—”

“I fucking know that.”

“Good.”

“I also know you wanted me to get you off the moment you fucking walked through the door.”

Adam felt his cheeks burning. “So? You’re hot.”

Ronan snorted. “I was just trying to provide.”

Adam’s hand clutched hard at Ronan’s shirt, but that wasn’t enough, so he just rolled over until all of Ronan was circled inside his arms and his breathing was very close to Ronan’s ear.

“Yeah, well, you don’t get to do that. We’re not doing anything if one of us isn’t into it. That’s a rule.”

“Rules are bullshit.”

“Ronan. Ronan, look at me. I’ll keep coming to you even if we never kiss again.”

“Shut up. We’re kissing again. We’re kissing right now.” They were so close that Ronan barely had to move to press his lips to Adam’s. “New rule: kissing is super allowed. Fuckingly encouraged.”

Adam hummed. He agreed, and these kisses felt so good, and so right, and he kinda wanted to spend the whole night pressed like this to Ronan, but he was reminded by a sharp pang of pain that his stomach was probably on the way to eating itself.

“Can I make myself something to eat?” he asked.

Ronan cursed. Kissed Adam again. Followed him downstairs and reheated some leftover chicken for him.

Adam was busy putting food inside him and watching Ronan at the same time, so he almost didn’t catch Ronan’s words when he finally spoke.

“I’ve been having nightmares.”

Adam swallowed before he answered. “How bad?”

“Not night horrors. I didn’t bring out anything either, just—” he shrugged, all casual. Adam gripped his fork tighter. “You know. Nightmares.”

“About me?” Adam guessed.

Ronan shrugged again, his eyes fixed on the tiles above the toaster. “Sometimes.”

Adam nodded. He took another bite, thinking carefully of what he was going to say. “I also sleep better when you’re there.”

Ronan seemed surprised. “You always sleep like the fucking dead. So creepy.”

Adam snorted and shook his head. “No, not always.” There were nightmares, too. Anxiety and loneliness and cold drafts and headaches and eyes too tired that they refused to go to sleep. “You make it better, though.” He bit his lip, talked himself out of saying anything else, said it anyway. “You make lots of things better.”

“Really?”

Ronan’s small smile got bigger when Adam nodded solemnly. “Yeah.”

They were quiet until Adam finished his meal. “Come to bed with me?” Ronan asked, pressing his nose to Adam’s neck.

Adam found himself smiling as he was nudged back upstairs. They had maybe something more than ten hours now, but he felt all sated, both belly and heart full. Besides, he was already thinking of all the possibilities for when they both woke up in the morning, all rested and hungry again.

“You get all stupid when you don’t sleep,” Adam said. He yawned, as if his body wanted to prove a point.

“Yeah, yeah. And you get all wise.” Ronan didn’t let go of him as they both climbed into bed.

“I’m always wise,” Adam mumbled. He made himself comfortable against Ronan’s chest.

#adam parrish #ronan lynch #pynch #thank you so so so much asma for sending this prompt!! #sorry it took me a bit long to get to it 💛 #i didn't go the friends to lovers route more like a we're already lovers but we're still friends #hope you like it!! #of-stars-and-moon #fic #d

[tapekitten]

Professor!Kirishima x Reader

Plot: Mineta is being a perv and flirting with you a bunch in front of your professor (who happens to be your boyfriend you met over the summer). Kirishima takes back what's his <3 

CW: Biting, oral and fingering (female receiving), PENETRATION, Mean!Kirishima but not because he's actually mad at you. He uses it as more foreplay.

Warning: If you cringe it's not my fault 🥵

A/N: This was originally written for Jean and Eren, but I felt like changing it 😭 I was gonna make Denki the pervert but decided to torture you all and make it Mineta <3 love y'all

MINORS DNI

"Hey mamas, swing your sexy hips over here." Mineta howled at you from across the parking lot. You had barely gotten out of your car and were already being cat-called. He was one of your friends.. mainly because he was one of the only people who talked to you. You put zero effort into the relationship.

At first he was a little rowdy (not too bad though), but lately he's been getting a lot more flirtatious with you. You're not quite sure if sexual harassment is just a quirky personality trait of his or if he's actually just an asshole that thinks he deserves something from all of his lady friends.

"Hey, Mineta!" You put on a smile as you jogged over to him, swinging your backpack over your shoulder in the process.

"Damn, Y/N, you're looking sexy today. Have you been working out that ass?"

"Damn, Mineta. Your mom never taught you how to speak to a lady?" You shot back with a tone that let him know you weren't amused. You liked Mineta, but he was honestly too much sometimes.

"Hey, c'mon now." Mineta laughed as he slung an arm over your shoulder. "You know I'm only messing with you, L/N."

Yeah.. messing. Sure. Asshole.

You shimmied your way out of Mineta's grip. Mainly because you didn't want anyone on campus to think you and the purple-balled dumbass were more then friends. You had dignity and a title you wanted to hold onto and Mineta would make your name be dragged through the dirt if people thought the two of you were lovers.

The other reason was because of your boyfriend. Last semester you ran into a really hot guy off campus and started talking to him. Eventually that lead to dating and here you are now. As it turns out, next semester rolls around and he's your professor. You didn't want any complications happening with his job, so you both agreed to stay quiet about the relationship.

"Yah, babe. We got similar schedules don't we?" You rolled your eyes at the nickname purple balls gave you.

"Well, we're both psych majors so our classes will be similar." Your tone was deader then roadkill. You were not thrilled to be taking your boyfriend's class with "Hey mama's" Mineta.

You both started your long walk across the campus's field. Avoiding the sidewalk was an easier route so you walked through the lawn.

Eventually, you made your way through the doors and through the twists and turns of the building you found your destination. Calculas. The class your boyfriend taught. And you got this fucker, Mineta, with you. Great.

"Fuck.." you muttered under your breath when you saw your boyfriend. He was as hot as a goddess and you could barely contain the heat rising through your body. Hot damn did he look good at the front of the classroom, he absolutely belonged up there. He also belonged to you.

His dyed-red hair was strung up in a messy bun, his ass was tightly packed into some black dress pants, a white dress shirt sculpted his body in all the right places, and your favorite part, his bowtie was tight around his neck.

Damn, you were so excited to go over to his house after class and undress all of that. Your tummy was turning in anticipation for your evening activities.

A scoff escaped Mineta's throat. "Euh, why does our professor look like a girl?" He gagged in frustration. This man. The audacity. Of this man.

Your eyes shot over to Mineta in a glare, lasers baring into the back of his skull.

"What? All I'm saying is he looks too feminine to be a guy. I'd rather him be a girl so I could stare at his ass without being gay." Mineta laughed thinking you'd agree with his humor. You didn't.

"Mineta," You took in a big breath through your nose to calm down, "I'll casterate you if you don't stop speaking."

The man instinctively snapped his hands to his balls to protect them. "Damn, Y/N, it was just a joke."

"Jokes are meant to be funny, aren't they?" A tight frown was on your lips before you looked in the corner of your eye to see familiar eyes peering in interest at the doorway. You and Mineta had been standing there well over a minute so it's no surprise your boyfriend took notice of the two of you.

"You on your period today or something?" Mineta laughed as he slung his arm around you again. This man really wasn't getting it, was he? You could still feel eyes on the two of you as you once again shimmied your way out of Mineta's grip.

Sadly this wasn't like highschool where the teacher assigned seats so you couldn't just ask to not sit by the purple-balled loser. You just had to avoid it. He did make your days more interesting, but today he was being too much. You needed a break and you also didn't want him to do anything stupid in front of your boyfriend.

There was tons of open seats where partners could sit together, but you really wanted to find an opening for just one person so you could avoid Mineta for the next hour. You found a seat against the wall that had an occupant next to it. It was perfect!

You swiftly moved over to take the seat and successfully avoided Mineta's complaints.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips, but your panic rose once the student next to you looked over. "Uh, sorry I was saving that seat for someone." The boy stammered. Your eyes widened. No, please this was the only seat that was open that allowed avoidance of Mineta!

"Please, can I sit here just for today?"

The boy wore a sad expression on his face. He must have been really looking forward to sitting next to whoever he saved the seat for.

"No, if you want the seat I can just move somewhere else. It's okay!" The boy smiled at you, his eyes glimmering from the sun peeking through the windows. Shoot, he thought you just wanted the seat. Dammit.

Your face went pale as the boy picked up his stuff and sat in the row behind you, leaving an open seat for this unknown person he spoke of. But that left the seat next to you open, which or course Mineta took to his advantage.

"Shit, I thought I wasn't gonna be able to sit next to you!" Mineta laughed.

"Yeah. Me too." You groaned out, your arms folded on the table and you rested your hands on them. Maybe if you couldn't see Mineta he would go away.

You peered through your arms to look at your boyfriend. A confused expression was on his face. He knew about Mineta being your friend, but he thought you liked Mineta just as that. So why was Mineta treating you like this?

"Alright class, it's nice to meet you all. I'll be your professor this semester, Eijiro Kirishima." The boy smiled as he tried to make eyecontact with everyone in the room, lingering when he made it with you. "You can call me Eijiro, I really don't care. I'm a friend that's here to help and guide you as long as you are willing to learn."

You bit your lip as your head rose from your desk. Watching Kirishima teach was so sexy and you couldn't help but watch his ass squeeze against his pants everytime he took a stride around the front of the room.

"Y/N," you heard Mineta whisper as he ignored Eijirou's speech up front. "Y/N, you're the hottest girl in the room right now."

"Mineta, what the hell does that even mean?" You fought back in an angry whisper.

"What? Ith's a compliment!" Mineta raised his eyebrow at you in confusion. Did this idiot really think comparing you to other woman was a compliment? "Your boobs are by far the best." He winked at you.

In a deep inhale you rolled your eyes to the back of your head in frustration. "Hey, asshole. That's your opinion and no one needs to hear it. Some people like bigger boobs, some people like small boobs."

Mineta smirked, thinking it was cute when he teased you to the point of you get angry. Once again, he put his arm around your shoulders and leaned into you. This time you couldn't shimmy and walk away because you were sitting down.

Dammit, Mineta, don't give Eijiro the wrong idea!

"Mineta, please.." your head snapped to look at your friend in the eyes to show him that you weren't enjoying what he was doing.

Mineta leaned in close to your ear, "What's wrong princeth? You don't like me?" Mineta whispered, his hot breath against your ear.

Your tummy turned at the thought of Eijiro seeing this and getting the wrong idea. You could lightly hear your boyfriend talking in the background but you were mainly focussed on Mineta's intrusion.

"Seriously, Min." You groaned, your head slamming against your folded arms.

Mineta kissed the side of your head, lingering his lips for a second. "What's wrong?" He chuckled. That's it. You are kicking this man's ass into the dirt when class is over. He took it to far.

"I'm going to curbstomp you, M-"

You were cut off by a loud cough from the front of the room.

Shit.

Your eyes snapped up to meet your boyfriend's,you couldn't quite tell what emotion those crimson eyes were holding and that frightened you. Was he angry? Was he hurt? Did he not even care at all?

"Please leave your acts of reproduction for outside of my classroom." Eijiro gritted his teeth as he made eyecontact with you. He forced a smile and a laugh as the classroom joined him. You could tell he was not happy at all. Everyone laughed at his remark as he went back to his opening speech.

Mineta snickered, "Acts of reproduction? Is that what we're doing? I mean.. I wouldn't mind.." He remarked as he leaned in closer to you.

You didn't even care enough to reply to him, you were just worried about what Kirishima was feeling. You didn't like at all that he was now completely ignoring you, he wasn't making any sort of effort to make eyecontact with you.

Time skipped by incredibly fast as the weight in your gut grew heavier and heavier. Your head was in your hands as you scratched at your scalp in stress. At some point during the speech Mineta had fallen asleep against your shoulder and was snoozing, but you hadn't even noticed because you were too busy worrying about Eiji.

You were so distracted that you hadn't even noticed the hour skip by. Everyone fled out of the room to go back to their dorms and go on with their day. Mineta, you, and Kirishima were the only ones left in the open room.

The sound of books slamming against a table made you snap back to reality. Kirishima wasn't looking at you, but he was aggressively packing his books into his backpack to take back home. He had purposefully slammed those books to get your attention, but he wasn't giving you any in return.

Mineta groaned as he woke up and lifted his head off your shoulder. "Class is over already? Damn, babe, why'dya let me fall asleep?"

A sharp inhale entered your lungs as you swiftly stood up from your seat. Mineta slumped over as he was caught off balance from your sudden movement. "Dammit, Mineta. Leave me alone. You're never like this, why now? Why today?"

Mineta's eyes glistened with excitement. He really didn't know when to stop.

"Darling, you love when I teas-"

You grabbed one of the balls on top of Mineta and pulled his head back as you looked over him. You made sure to make direct eyecontact with him just to show him you weren't messing around. "Get away from me before I actually kill you, you bastard!"

Mineta grabbed your wrist to make you loosen your grip on his ball. "Y/N, I know you-"

"She said leave." Eijiro was suddenly right behind Mineta and it surprised the both of you.

"Eiji-" your heart pounded in your chest. He still wasn't looking at you, his eyes were locked in to the back of Mineta's skull.

"I think it'd be best if you leave my classroom." Kirishima's voice was deep and filled with malicious intent. At least that's what you perceived it as, to any other person it could have just been taken as a tone of a demanding teacher.

"Sorry sir," Mineta awkwardly scooted out of his seat and shuffled past Eijiro to get to the door. As he was walking out he turned to flash you a smile, "See you tomorrow, Y/N?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes as he made his exit.

What an absolute bastard. What an idiot! A moron! Does he not know how to respect a woman? He did NOT give you a break today. And for what? What did he gain? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. What an asshole.

Silence took over the room as you stood still in your seat and Kirishima took his place right next to Mineta's.

"Eiji, look, I told him to stop-" You cut yourself off as Kirishima ignored you and walked down the aisle. Your stomach turned in anticipation, you really hoped your boyfriend knew you didn't want Mineta to do those things to you.

Kirishima made his way to the door and your heart dropped. Was he seriously so upset that he was just going to walk out of the classroom and leave you? "Eijiro, please! Don't leave.. please listen to me.." You tried to keep your tone hushed because you didn't want anyone passing the room to hear you.

Eijiro walked outside of the room, but he stopped at the door to kick the holder out of the way so the door slammed shut with the two of you inside. "Y/N." The male spoke in a deep tone as he finally made eyecontact with you. He pointed to the desk in front of him that was hidden out of view from the door.

That was a smart move, you thought, we wouldn't want any passing professors seeing us talk and get any suspicions.

Your hesitation in moving to the desk called for Kirishima's voice to get even deeper as he slammed his hand flat against the desk. "Now."

"Damn.." you muttered under your breath feeling a little threatened. You were strong, but the power this man had a against you was making you feel incredibly weak.

Your knees wobbled as you awkwardly got out from your desk and went to go stand in front of Kirishima. "Please, I promise I told Mineta to st-"

"I didn't tell you to stand in front of me, did I?"

You were flustered and nervous by the seriousness in this man's voice. His eyes were showing bits of something in them now but you couldn't quite tell what it was. Perhaps anger?

"Well, technically you didn't tell me to do anythi-"

"Y/N," Kirishima gripped your throat with his hand, applying the right amount of pressure in the right spots. "get on the table."

This man really had no hesitation.

You slowly shifted your body so your butt was facing towards the desk. You leapt onto it as Eijiro made his way in front of you. "Mineta was being an asshole, I'm sorry." You squeaked out.

"Baby, you did nothing wrong." Eijiro's voice sounded sweet and innocent for a split second. "But that doesn't mean I'm not going to take back what's mine."

Kirishima gripped your knees and pulled you into him so the tip of your ass was on the edge of the desk. If your hair is long enough, Eijiro pushed your hair behind your shoulder as he leaned into your neck. The sensation sent shivers all throughout your body as you expected him to start kissing but he didn't.

Eijiro took in a deep breath from his nose. "Fucking slut," He muttered under his breath. "you smell like another man."

Mineta having his arm around you all day and falling asleep against you probably played apart in that.

"Eiji, you know I wouldn't.. I would never ch-"

Kirishima shut you up as he plunged his thumb into your mouth. He swirled it around your tongue a couple times before he popped it out and wiped your saliva on your cheek. "I'm going to undress you now." Eijiro looked you in the eye, he was full of jealousy but he still wanted to respect your boundaries and if you had any protests he would see it.

However, you didn't have any protests. The sexual tension was practically bouncing inside of you making your body heat up.

Kirishima went onto his knees in front of you. He could see up your skirt and saw that your panties were becoming wet already. He looked up into your eye before he bit your bare thigh. The feeling of his warm mouth on your thigh was unbelievably pleasuring along with the pain. His hands worked to untie your shoes as his teeth unhooked from your skin. He peppered the area he bit in small kisses before he bit down on the other thigh.

He repeated his actions of pain and pleasure until your shoes slipped onto the floor. Your breath was growing heavier as his head drew closer and closer to your cunt.

"Eiji, please.." you grabbed onto his hair and tried to slowly manuever him closer to your covered clit.

Kirishima snapped his hand up to grab your wrist. "I didn't give you permission to touch me, did I? You're my slut right now." He stood up as he slowly began to undo his bowtie. "Put your hands behind your back."

One of your favorite things to do when Kirishima played with you was to run your hands through his hair and yank it when it felt so good. "No, I d-"

"I gave an order, princess."

This man made you incredibly wet and horny. You might as well listen to what he says so he can give you the pleasure you so obviously need. You put your hands behind your back and he grabbed them tightly with one of his hands as he tied them together with his bowtie.

"Did Mineta call you his babe today? Is that what I heard?" Eijiro asked as he walked back to the front of the desk. He put one hand beside you as he used his other one to put two fingers against your cunt, the only thing keeping them from touching was the fabric of your panties.

Eiji applied pressure to the spot the fingers were touching making you inhale sharply. You really wanted him to just scoot the fabric aside and please you. Him going slow was absolute torture.

"I'm not asking myself questions. Answer me, slut."

"H-he did.." You admitted, "But I didn- aH" a moan escaped your lips as Kirishima once again bit down, his pointy teeth nearly penetrating your fleshy thighs.

"I didn't ask for any follow up, I just wanted a simple yes or no."

Kirishima took his fingers away from your core as he looped them around your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs. He was in awe every time he saw the whole of you. You were absolutely gorgeous to him. Although, none of that mattered right now.

In a swift movement your panties were on the floor and Kirishima's face was right by your cunt. Your skirt partially blocked the view of his face but he wasn't going to take it off.

"Did you like when Mineta called you babe? Do you wish that he would call you that all the time?" Kirishima's hot breath felt amazing as he spoke close to your core, but he didn't show any signs of giving you what you wanted.

By now you were becoming sexually frustrated and not being able to move your hands made it worse. "No, I-" Eijiro shut you up by once again shoving his fingers in your mouth, this time it was his middle and ring finger.

"I bet you wish my fingers were Mineta's dick, don't you?" You vigerously shook your head in denial. You did not want that, in fact. "Don't lie to me, I bet you're imagining it right now. Swirl your tongue around my fingers, Y/N. Dirty slut." You did as your boyfriend ordered. Your tongue swirled in between and around his fingers in a wet bliss.

"Good girl.." Kirishima muttered to himself, hoping you hadn't heard him.

He took his fingers back and immediately plunged them into your hole using your saliva as lubricant. He moved in and out of at an incredibly speed, his fingers curling and scissoring in all the right places.

"Fuck, Eijiro.." you moaned as you finally got what you wanted.

"You're imagining Mineta pounding into you right now, aren't you?" Eijiro asked aggresively as his movements became harder and faster.

"Eiji, no, I only want you.."

Kirishima put a finger on the crevis of your back to push you forward into his face. He absolutely loves the feeling of your squishy thighs against his face as he licked around your folds, his fingers continuing to plunge in and out of you. "You're a bitch." Kirishima muttered as he nipped at your your clit. "Mineta could never please you like I can.." He hummed against your clit.

You moaned out in pleasure, but you wanted your boyfriend to go faster.

Kirishima got the signal as he started to aggresively attack your clit, sliding his tongue up and down your entire cunt before he returned to the clit to suck and nip. He made sure to move his head in a rhythm that felt good against your movements. You were basically only leaning against the desk by now as Eijiro was under you, relentlessly attacking you.

Your legs began to shake as you could feel your body tensing up. "F-fuck.." you moaned in good pleasure but just as you were about to reach your high Kirishima pulled back.

Son of a bitch.. the look in his eyes was pure evil as he moved away from your cunt. "Stand up." Eijiro spoke as he stood up from his own spot. Your body was weak from pleasure but you did as you were told. You were beyond sexually frustrated now. Your body begged for Kirishima but he wasn't giving you what you wanted. "Stand against that wall." He pointed to a spot that was a few feet away. When you turned around to walk over there he quickly undid the ties from your hands.

Your body raced with excitement as you heard his pants becoming undone. Oh shit.

"You're mine." Kirishima slurred as he slid his pants off his hips. "You're no one else's. Don't let another man touch you. Don't let him look at you." Eijiro slid his underwear down far enough for his dick to make an appearance. He stood in front of your, his arrow right in front of your target ahaha.

"Repeat all of that back to me."

With a sharp inhale you obliged. "I'm your's-AH!" this man never let you finish any of your sentences. He plunged his entire length deep inside of you. He grabbed your thigh and lifted it to his hip so he had easier access to inside of you. Your hands wrapped around him as you buried your head against him in pleasure.

"Finish, Y/N." He ordered. He stood still as he waited for you to begin again.

"I'm no.. one else's!" You moaned through your sentences as he began to pound his thick dick into your cunt. "Fuck, I won't let another man touch me!" His movements quickened as your back slammed against the wall again and again. You could only hope no one was on the other side to hear it. The sound of skin on skin only turned Eijiro on more which made him go even faster, practically pulling all of himself out of you just to slam it back in.

It hurt like a bitch, your boyfriend was the longest you've ever had but it felt so good. Even if it left you sore afterwards. "You let Mineta touch you today." You could tell the anger in Eijiro's movements as he mentioned Mineta.

"I'm sorry.. I wont let another man look at me-ah- fuck, Eijiro!" Your body grew limp as he pounded relentlessly into you. You could feel yourself getting tighter around your boyfriend as he grunted into your ear.

"I'm gonna let you cum this time, but if I see Mineta with you again," Kirishima took a few deep inhales to catch his breath. "I won't be so nice."

Eijiro did exactly as he said, this time as you were brought to your high he let you finish on him. The erotic moment only made Kirishima almost follow, but he knew he shouldn't cum in you if he was going raw so he quickly pulled out and tried to calm himself down.

"Fuck, Y/N. That felt so good." Eijiro kissed you for the first time all day as he wrapped his arms around you trying to calm down from his high. "You should talk to other guys more often, I like jealous sex." Your boyfriend giddied as he zipped himself back up. Your legs were so wobbly you could barely move and your head was still pounding from the pleasure. You could barely comprehend what the hell your boyfriend just said.

"Yeah.."

#kirishima x reader #kirishima x reader smut #mha x reader #cw: cursing #minors dni

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Demon Rehab For Dummies

Summary: (Y/N) started seeing seven demons when she was 10. Through the years they all disappeared, all but one. Namjoon. A demon who has not so creepily, creepily, very creepily been in love with her for years.

Genre: fluff, crack, extremely minimal angst, idiots to lovers, romantic-comedy

Word count: 7384

Rating: Teen

Warnings: mentions of suggestive & kinky themes, a handful of cursing, a story with a plot but not doesn’t exactly have a plot, a stubborn (Y/N) who dismisses love confessions & genuine flirting, an unspoken confession

A/N: Hey! we're back, it's been a while. We're starting school in a while but it will be gamble if we'll be more active or not. Well... we ARE active but just not posting? Yeah, you know what I mean. This has been sitting in our drafts for a while now and we're posting it now... although it's pretty unedited, feel free to address any oopsies. Hope who ever finds this enjoys reading!

At the ripe young age of ten (Y/N) began seeing seven men. Which- would’ve (should’ve) freaked any kid out but you know (Y/N) is just kinda quirky like that so she didn't really mind much. The men were nice and played with her anyway, and the only weird thing was that sometimes they would bring her dead birds.

At age eleven (Y/N) noticed that one of the men was missing.It didn’t affect her much except for the fact that this particular one would help her find things and she’d lost almost all of her socks since he disappeared. Not to mention the increase of bug bites after he left. The darn things seemed like they multiplied exponentially after a month.

By twelve only two of the men had disappeared, at this point (Y/N) not only lived in sandals (she still couldn’t find her socks) but she also couldn’t explain why her hair was burning off every time she tried to straighten it (her lil demon friends didn’t want her to, you’d think after almost 3 years of having men following her around and telling her what to do she’d get with the program already.) Her dog her parents had given her when she was 9 started disappearing quite often after he left. He always came back with a single sock that would disappear the next morning.

By thirteen (Y/N) had developed a crush (more like unhealthy obsession) on one of the men, Namjoon. The third year was also the year when Jimin disappeared, taking all of her favorite shoes with him. That year she had prayed to whoever was listening because her parents really couldn’t afford to keep buying her socks and shoes, and because she definitely couldn’t afford to shave her head.

By fourteen, Hoseok, the man who had cheered her up whenever she needed it, had gone, leaving a tidal wave of bad luck in his wake. He had a great deal in keeping (Y/N) happy, although some of his antics made her want to punch him, it never turned out that way.

When she was fifteen no one left… except for the dog. Aside from that, the only thing that left was her social life (It wasn’t like she had one before but you know it was still a little rough). (Y/N) began to depend more and more on her demons. She had become great friends with the oldest, Seokjin, who cooked for her when her parents went on trips.

At sixteen Yoongi left and the nightmares began. And with the nightmares came the growth of (Y/N)’s relationship with Namjoon. Namjoon became her protector, along with sometimes Seokjin, who still cooked for her and cared for her altogether when she couldn’t.

At seventeen, (Y/N) was informed that when she turned eighteen Seokjin would be leaving, on account that they didn’t need each other anymore. (Y/N) had been torn up when he told her and even more when he left. He didn’t take anything when he left other than a piece of (Y/N)’s heart.

At eighteen, (Y/N) moved away from her parents house with Namjoon trailing behind her (He even had lil demon suitcases and everything,) following her every move.

“I really don’t understand why you had to follow me out of my parents house. I thought spirits are supposed to be attached to a general area…” (Y/N) took to unpacking a box in the small apartment she now lived in.

“(Y/N) how many times do we have to go over this, I'm a demon, DE-MON.” Namjoon clapped his hands with each syllable. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and flicked her wrist at the self-proclaimed demon.

“Demon, ghost, same thing.” She shrugged her shoulders, “same thing as to-may-to, to-mah-to.”

“It is not the same thing!” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) like it was obvious.

(Y/N) snorted, “Okay Casper.” She continued pulling out the items in the box.

Namjoon looked flabbergasted, “CASPER!?” Namjoon put a hand over his chest and widened his eyes. (Y/N) looked up at the demon with a raised brow,

“Geez Casper, why are you so offended? I’ve called you Casper before, Casper.” (Y/N) struggled to keep in her laughter, trying to keep a straight face as she looked at Namjoon.

Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “I think I shall simply cease to exist in your realm.”

(Y/N) looked back down at the almost empty box, “You wouldn’t do that, you love me too much, my dearest Casper.” She said in a singsong voice, “Oh hey I found a sock.” She pulled out said sock from the box, it had yellow stripes. :]

“I think Jungkook took the mate to that when he left.” (Y/N) threw the sock at Namjoon with a loud ‘FUCK!’

“I mean we could try and summon him to see if he’ll return your socks.” Namjoon shrugged.

“I wouldn’t even try.” She started putting the random items in their new places.

“You should put Juno on the window sill rather than the coffee table, I mean cacti do need sun.” Namjoon looked at the little green prickle plant.

“I’m sure if i didn’t tell you how to parent your child, it would’ve been confiscated by child protective services.” Namjoon crossed his arms and looked at Juno who had been (rightfully so) moved to the window sill.

“Casper- Juno is a cactus. There is no CPS (Cactus Protective Services).” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon with her own arms crossed over her chest and an eyebrow raised, “Now if you could- Can you please go unpack a few boxes?” (Y/N) shooed Namjoon away before her eyes widened and she added in, “NOTHING LABELED FRAGILE!”

“You know if we painted a wall or two in here, it would liven up the place so much…” Namjoon looked around the bland apartment, “Maybe an accent wall over here. A floor lamp over there. A new plant in the kitchen. It wouldn’t hurt you to give Juno some siblings.”

(Y/N) looked flabbergasted, “You want me to pop out another child?!”

“No I mean-” Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“-OUT OF MY WALLET?!? MY BARELY 21 DOLLARS!?” (Y/N) got her wallet out and zipped it open. She shook it in the demon’s face, about 26 pennies, 2 nickels, 1 dime, and a quarter fell out. It was followed by a single, folded, 5 dollar bill.

“I don’t think that’s 21 dollars, (Y/N)” Namjoon looked down at the floor, where one or more of the coins had caught onto his feet.

“I have a gift card.” She pulled out the cheap plastic, silver, $25 visa gift card (that didn’t have 25 dollars) with a bit of a struggle.

“How much exactly is on that gift card (Y/N)?” Namjoon eyed the flimsy silver object.

“You expect me to know- I mean probably more than 10 dollars!” Namjoon raised a brow at the statement. “Okay, maybe about 3.69.” Namjoon sighed, massaging his temples. (Y/N) bent down to put the money back into her wallet like a pigeon eating bread crumbs the old lady on the bench threw onto the floor.

Namjoon walked away from the pigeon-girl and grabbed a notepad and pen that was left on the kitchen counter. “We’re making you a to-do list.” He stated, clicking the pen.

“WE haven’t even unpacked all the boxes yet.” (Y/N) whined, pointing at the last large box in the middle of the hallway. Namjoon looked to where she pointed and shrugged.

“It says Christmas decorations.”

“EXACTLY! VERY. IMPORTANT.” she clapped her hands in between each word.

“It’s February.” He said.

“It’s still winter.” (Y/N) reasoned, finally done picking up the money. She plopped herself down onto the small brown couch.

“Okay so first off you need a job.” He wrote it down onto the notepad, the pen scratching being overlapped by a loud gasp from the human in the room.

“You dare ignore me?!” She yelled offendedly at the demon who glanced at her before looking back down at what he was writing.

“You also need to go to the supermarket.”

“I told you I barely have any money.”

“Your parents gave you some money.”

“Oh, you’re right.”

“And also, you should walk to the school and find a short route to get there.” Namjoon pulled out a literal map.

(Y/N) pouted, “I thought you were gonna walk me to all my classes to deter all the frat boys from coming my way…”

“I did say that,” he confirmed before continuing. “But I mean to get to the actual school grounds.”

“But we have a car.” She had drawnout the ‘but,’ trying to make her point that she didn’t need to walk.

“But you need exercise.” He reasoned, mimicking the way she had said her words.

“Are you calling me fat?”

“No.”

“Yes you are.”

“(Y/N) i’m not.”

“Yeah you ARE, Casper.”

“Would you PLEASE call me by my actual name for once?”

“Sure thing. Rap Monster.” She teased, the ground started shaking. (Y/N) let out a loud screech looking up at the demon who’s eyes were rolled back. “OH FUCK YOU!”

The shaking died down, Namjoon staring down at the girl who was now underneath the coffee table. “This is why you’re still here!” she cried.

“You want me gone?” Namjoon questioned, offendedly. (Y/N) army crawled her way from her ‘safe spot.’

“I DIDN’T SAY THAT!” She yelled, returning the offended tone.

“I’m out,” Namjoon pivoted on his heel, walking to the front door robotically.

“Noooo!”

“Will I ever see my socks again?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon with hope, “I mean having shoes would be great too though.”

“What’s wrong with living in sandals? Birkenstocks are very comfortable.” Namjoon pivoted around with a candle in his hand.

“It’s winter.” (Y/N) frowned.

“You could always use mine?” He gestured to the shoes at the shoe rack at the front door. The ones that were closed toed…

“Your feet are too big.” (Y/N) looked over at the shoes, then looked down at her own feet, then at the demon.

“Size didn’t matter Last night with your sweaters?”

“That’s different, Namjoon.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Size.” Namjoon smirked.

“Different.” (Y/N) stood confidently.

“You know, you could always just go buy new socks?” Namjoon looked at her oddly.

“I usually wait to get them for Christmas, you should know this by now.”

“Independence.” He stated.

“You’re a hypocrite.” Namjoon let out a ‘huh?’ and (Y/N) continued, “You said independence when you’re dependent on me.”

“That isn’t my fault.” Namjoon raised his hands in defense.

“It kind of is though…” (Y/N) shrugged, Namjoon opened his mouth to retort but was quickly cut off, “I’m literally a rehab center for you.”

“Apparently you’re not a nicely rated one.” Namjoon shook his head.

“I’ve helped 6 other demons, Namjoon. You’re just being difficult.” (Y/N) poked his chest really hard before retracting her hand.

“Ouch,” he put his hand over his heart where she had poked him, “You shouldn’t be saying these things to your client.”

“I didn’t ask to get a client or even BE a rehab center.”

“The reason why you became a rehab center was because you decided that humans were ugly and disgusting.”

“The reason why you ended up with me was because you did something bad and you just now decided to be a good person and it’s not turning out well for you.”

“For your information, I could have left a long time ago.” Namjoon crossed his arms, with an audible exhale from his nose. He stared down at the rehab center.

“And why didn’t you, hm?” (Y/N) crossed her arms also with a raised brow. Namjoon kept quiet, debating how to answer, keeping eye contact as if it was an olympic staring contest.

“You.” He said. (Y/N) snorted, ready to insult the patient. “-would’ve starved to death by now if I hadn’t stayed with you until now.” He finished, (Y/N) gasped, reaching up and hitting Namjoon on the shoulder.

“You. Jerk. Get. Away. From. Me.” She hit him harder every word before waddling away into the hallway from the chuckling demon.

“No problem,” Namjoon disappeared with a veil of sparkles out of view.

(Y/N) thrusted open the door to her new bedroom. Continuing her waddle to the end of the full size bed. Facing the head board, she plopped the top half of her body onto the bed front first. Namjoon reappeared about 6 feet away from her with a loud poof and a burst of sparkles scattering around the room.

“Go away.” (Y/N)’s face was still shoved into the mattress, “Seriously shoo.” (Y/N) lifted her arm off the bed to wave him off.

“I won’t go. You can’t make me.” Namjoon walked towards the bed hesitantly, scared to get fucking murdered by his prison warden, “Move over. Give me some room.”

“Go sleep in my closet.” (Y/N) flipped the demon off.

“You’d prefer nightmares over your dearest Casper?”

“Yes.” Namjoon sat down on the bed, his knee almost hitting the girl’s head. “I thought I said in the closet.”

“And I prefer the bed.” Namjoon leaned forward and took (Y/N) by her hands and pulled her closer to himself with an annoyed groan from her. She was pulled until her head was laid on his chest, wrapping his arms around her.

“I hate you.” (Y/N) grumbled into her demon-pillow.

“I know.”

“You live because I allow it, and that is it to be my flesh pillow.”

“Okay, now sleep.”

“But why do you have to leave?” (Y/N) looked up at her bunk buddy, her chin was impaling the person’s chest.

“I have to. I'm ready to go.” Yoongi looked crestfallen, “They said I could have one more night. But then, when I leave, I can pass on my role.”

“Could you maybe not steal my socks?” (Y/N) pouted at Yoongi who chuckled in response. “This is a genuine request.” She said with slight seriousness in her tone.

“You don’t have any to steal anyways,” he rolled his eyes with an endearing smirk that replaced his dispirited look just seconds before.

“Ok just- don’t go stealing any of my clothing, I need it.” (Y/N) clicked her tongue, not denying the fact that she was sockless.

“I won’t. I don’t need your clothing.” Yoongi shrugged, “I might take your guinea pig though. Meatloaf is cute.”

“YOU wouldn’t DARE take Meatloaf from me.” She glared

“I can and I will.” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest and looked towards the cage that housed Meatloaf. (Y/N) groaned, unlatching an arm that was sandwiched between the bed and Yoongi’s back. She planted her palm smack in the middle of the demon’s face, covering his view of the poor guinea pig.

“No.” She patted his face, Yoongi’s eyes now squeezed shut.

“I can lick your hand.” he threatened, his voice muffled and jumpy from the wacky hand.

“You’re gross,” she moved her hand up, now only covering his eyes and revealing a gummy smile from Yoongi.

“It’s sleep time,” he declared. (Y/N) whined in response, “I’ll be here in the morning to say goodbye one more time okay?”

“Promise?”

“Never said that,” he hummed.

“You jerk,” she groaned, laying her head sideways. Her ear over his heart, engraving the sound into her mind.

Like a cliche love story, (Y/N) woke up to no one but herself on the bed. Through groggy eyes, she could see that poor Meatloaf was gone too.

“I tried to stop him from taking Meatloaf I swear.” Namjoon uncrossed his arms from over his chest when he noticed that (Y/N) was awake.

“Did you really?” (Y/N) sat up in bed.

“I did, I swear,” he said immediately, “I have proof.”

“By proof, do you mean you broke something?” Namjoon took a deep breath figuring out whether or not to say yes or no.

“I… never said that.” He decided on dying, his words drifting off in nervousness.

“So… you did?” She concluded, Namjoon nodded slowly, his eyes down on the floor.

“Yea…” (Y/N) sighed, trying to find anger to cover up a tsunami of sadness that was approaching.

“It’ll be okay. We can summon him every once in a while. Maybe while we’re at it we can try to get your socks back.” Namjoon smiled and hoped it would make her feel better while the reality of things had begun to set in for him. All of the boys loved (Y/N) with all of their hearts but he was the only one willing to stay for the long run.

“I don’t think people want to go back to a rehab center, Namjoon.” (Y/N) let the tears begin to pour.

“(Y/N) it’ll be okay…” Namjoon went over to sit on the bed next to (Y/N), “Seriously we’ll get through this.” Namjoon put a hesitant hand onto (Y/N)’s shoulder and began trying to comfort her.

“I know- I know but-” (Y/N) sniffled, “Hold on, my mascara will run.”

“You’re not wearing any?-” Namjoon raised a brow and looked at (Y/N) like ‘bih-’

“Shush.” (Y/N) shushed Namjoon before shaking off his hand and placing her head on his shoulder.

“You know you can’t prevent me from getting a boyfriend forever.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon before continuing to pack her bag for school.

“I can and I will.” Namjoon slung his own bag over his shoulder. He was definitely a professor.

“You can’t make me be single forever.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and slung her backpack onto her shoulders.

“Your preferences in men are horrible (Y/N), I'm not trying to prevent you from getting a man.” Namjoon said in a matter of fact voice, moving and opening the front door, letting (Y/N) pass through before he walked out behind her.

She scoffed, “maybe you should hook me up with someone, maybe then you can leave rehab.”

“I miss Meatloaf,” Namjoon said solemnly, changing the subject.

“Why do you always change the subject when I bring up my love life?” (Y/N) complained, stomping her foot as they walked down the hallway of the apartment building toward the elevator.

“Do you think Yoongi will respond if we try to summon him?” He ignored the question.

“Hey Joon? Is your dick ribbed? I heard all the demon dicks were ribbed.”

Namjoon stopped in his tracks, putting his feet together and staring down at the human with a face screaming ‘what-the-fuck?’ (Y/N) had a boxy smile on her face, waiting for a response. “Who the fuck did you hear that from?”

“A fanfic I read, it was a group called DTS,” she shrugged. “Is it right though?” she leaned forward slightly in high expectations.

“Well-” Namjoon paused, “uhhh…” his eyes darted around. “Mine… isn’t.”

“Damn- that’s really disappointing,” (Y/N) frowned, throwing down an imaginary hat onto the ground and continuing walking with Namjoon following behind her.

“Why is it disappointing? You’re a virgin.” Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

“Why would you think I’m a virgin?” (Y/N) looked offended. They stopped in front of the closed silver elevator doors, Namjoon hit the down button before responding.

“You literally had no social life in middle and high school and depended on demons who were attached to you by force in order to not lose your ability to speak in English.” Namjoon raised a finger, “Plus I’ve known you since you were ten and unless it was before that… I would know.” He slipped into the elevator, turning around and walking backwards. A know-it-all smirk plastered on his face while (Y/N) had an annoyed look on her own.

“Can we just- stop before we start arguing about my sex life?” She marched forward into the elevator like a preteen going into their room after an argument with their parents.

“How did you even become a professor?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon confused. “Couldn’t you have just you know… poofed yourself from people’s view when I go to school?”

“I need something to do while you’re in class. I might as well teach asshole frat boys how to do business math amiright.” Namjoon chuckled.

“I mean… you can just be the ghost you are and haunt me n’ stuff?” (Y/N) suggested, “I mean you already do that, Casper.”

“That’s Professor Casper to you.” Namjoon laughed too hard at his own joke.

“Ew,” (Y/N) cringed. “I’d rather call you Daddy Casper.”

“Only in the bedroom.” Namjoon looked at the human.

“Sex doesn’t always have to be private.” (Y/N) stared back at the demon, flipping her hair back. “Wait- are YOU a virgin then?” She asked, bringing back the topic from earlier, but this time about Namjoon.

“Classified.” Namjoon glared.

“So you ARE a virgin?” (Y/N) snorted a laugh, “And you call yourself a demon.”

“Not all demons are incubi or succubi, your demon-racist.” Namjoon accused.

“I am not demon-racist.” (Y/N) looked up at the tall demon, “I’m human.”

“You’re not a human, you’re the personification of the word ‘dumbass.’” He said, poking the proclaimed dumbass on the forehead.

“Rude of you to assume what I am, Casper.” (Y/N) smacked away his hand and pushed Namjoon not so gently on the shoulder.

“Now you’re the hypocrite,” Namjoon glared, “Professor Casper.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Daddy Casper.”

Namjoon frowned, ��If you’re so persistent on not calling me Professor, then just Daddy works fine.”

The girl shrugged, “I’d prefer to just call you Daddy Casper, but without the Daddy part.”

“But what if I want to be called Daddy Casper.” Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as they walked through the gates of the school, the walk soon enough would be coming to an end.

“Woahhhh down bessie.” (Y/N) lifted her hands and moved them in a downward motion, “Save it for the student who’s gonna try to fuck you for their grade.”

Namjoon laughed again, “You say it as if it won’t be you trying to fuck for an A.”

“I don’t get how an idiot like you got a job as a professor.” (Y/N) punched Professor Namjoon on the shoulder who was still laughing at the insult he pulled out his ass against the girl.

“I don’t know how an idiot like you got into college.” Namjoon rubbed his shoulder and then pushed (Y/N) back with a grin on his face. The bell conveniently rang, ending the conversation and forcing the pair to speed their way over to the classrooms.

“You know I saw one of the sorority girls eyeing you, I think we’ve found our fuck-for-a-grade person.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “You wouldn’t fuck her right?”

“I would never fuck one of my students.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “Plus I don’t like cheerleaders, I like depressed freshmen who can see demons and that double time as rehab facilities.”

“I am not a rehab facility. I am a struggling freshman.” (Y/N) clapped at Namjoon.

“No you’re not a rehab facility, you’re my rehab facility.” Namjoon smiled cheekily, “And the way I see it you are not a struggling freshman, you live with a professor that helps you with most of your homework.”

“Eh- The one thing you don’t help with is stress relief.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “The least you could do is let me go out and find a boyfriend.”

“You HAVE a boyfriend.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) seriously.

“WHERE? WHO?” (Y/N)’s eyes frantically searched the room.

“HERE! ME!” Namjoon pointed at himself and then widened his eyes.(Y/N) looked at Namjoon with a raised brow, her frantic eyes stopping and looking the demon up and down.

“I didn’t know you had a rental-boyfriend service?” (Y/N) said in genuine shock, “I don’t have any money though so-“

“You don’t have to rent me.” Namjoon scoffed, “I’m right here and I cost no money.”

“I don’t take charity work, sorry.” Namjoon groaned and covered his face with a hand.

“You’re literally the most stubborn person I know.”

“I’m trying to keep my single streak here, thank you very much.”

“Wait so we aren’t dating?”

“You thought we were dating?”

“You didn’t think that?”

“You like me?”

“You didn’t know?”

“I mean- you never said it-”

“I literally said it seconds ago, (Y/N).”

“Well yeah, seconds ago I guess but I mean before?”

“I literally confessed to you when we were looking for apartments to move out of your parents house.”

“When?-”

“What about this place then?”

“I like it.”

“More than you like me?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“Are you questioning my love for you?”

“Bitch, maybe I am.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Why shouldn’t I be questioning it then, hmm?”

“I’m literally helping you look for a home that we both will move into.”

“That proves nothing.”

“Bitch- If that doesn’t say ‘I LOVE YOU’ I don’t know what does.”

“Oh, I don't know. Maybe saying ‘I love you’ straight up?”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“I love you.”

“Nice.”

“Ohhhhhh.” (Y/N) smiled, “You meant that?”

Namjoon looked at her with a blank face. She stared back waiting for an answer that didn’t come.

“So… you do mean it?” She confirmed it herself. The demon nodded slowly, waiting for her to process it.

“(Y/N)? You good?” Namjoon waved a hand in front of her face.

“You know,” she started, finally having rebooted her system. “There’s a lot of things wrong with this relationship. First of all, you’re a demon and I'm a human.”

“Not the first time I've heard of that type of relationship.”

“Secondly, you’re supposed to leave soon considering you’ve delayed it enough. Even using my personified dreamcatcher as compensation to stay longer.”

“I’m pretty sure at this point, they’ve given up on trying to get me back.”

“Third of all, it’s weird that you’ve literally known me since I was ten.” She held up ten fingers, “How old are you again?”

“Not that old for a demon,” he shrugged.

“Exactly. For a demon, thank you for proving my point.” Namjoon went to retort but (Y/N) continued. “Fourth, teacher and student relationships are weird.”

“People roleplay it in the bedroom?” Namjoon shrugged once again.

“Exactly,” she said again.

“It’s technically not weird since you’re not my student though. You’re definitely not a business major so…” Namjoon weighed the pros and cons of being caught with a student even if said student isn’t even one of his.

“I’m an English Major- BUT that’s besides the point. You’ve still known me since I was ten.” (Y/N) poked Namjoon’s chest.

“Hey it’s not like I was creeping on you when you were a kid…” Namjoon raised his hands in defense.

“No you just started creeping on me when I was around sixteen.”

“It’s more acceptable than pedophiles!”

“You’re like three hundred!” She exclaimed, she threw her hands above her head to

“Add about seven-hundred years to that.” Namjoon added with slight hesitation.

(Y/N) stood there, mouth agape, trying to do the mental math.

“You’re one-thousand?!”

“Give or take some.”

“I- I’m going to remove myself from this situation.” (Y/N) walked away.

[:] I ran out of image things, so we get text from now on. [:]

“Maybe I should start sleeping in the closet.” Namjoon voiced his thoughts as he was grading papers one night.

“You don’t have to sleep in the closet.” (Y/N) looked at the demon from across the kitchen table.

“The closet is comfortable.” Namjoon shrugged before voicing his concerns about the student’s work, “I’m pretty sure this student is gonna try to suck my dick for an A. This work sucks ass. How did she even get x=34? The answer is x=0!”

“I’m bad at math, don't look at me.” (Y/N) jotted a note down on her work before closing her notebook.

“But anyway- Back on track. Why do you want to start sleeping in the closet?” (Y/N) raised a questioning brow.

“Because the bed is awkward now.” Namjoon sighed before writing a bold ‘10/35’ down on the paper and circling it. (Y/N) glanced over at the paper that was marked red at every inch of it.

“You should put ‘see me after class’ on it. Maybe she’ll suck your non-ribbed demon dick.” (Y/N) suggests as she puts away her notebook. Namjoon’s fist hit the table in annoyance with a loud sigh that definitely said ‘i’m not getting some dumb bitch to suck my dick.’ The girl snorted, “Geez, no need to be so rough on the table.”

“Stop bringing up my non-ribbed demon dick.” Namjoon glared across the table.

“You admit that it’s not ribbed? That’s rough, man.” (Y/N) sighed sympathetically. “Some people are into that, you know.” Namjoon facepalmed, a bit too harshly, a loud smack echoing in the cramped apartment. “No need to be so rough, Casper.”

“You’d probably like it rough, and why the hell are you so bent on the fact that my dick isn’t ribbed?” Namjoon glared, moving onto the next student’s paper.

“We’ve taken the god damn BDSM test together, Casper. You KNOW I'd like it rough.” (Y/N) said in a smart-ass tone, knowing for a fact that they’ve done the test before.

“That shit lies,” Namjoon declared, “I’m not a bottom.”

“We know sweetie, we know. The test did you dirty.” (Y/N) weighed her options before ultimately deciding not to cross the room to comfort her demon. “But you know, the test DID have some direct questions-”

“You mean like the golden showers?”

“Ew, why would you even bring that up.”

“You said ‘direct questions.'” Namjoon shrugged.

“That question was traumatic.” (Y/N) shuddered, “But anyway, You can keep sleeping in the bed. It’s only awkward for you. Plus you can’t even be a demon dreamcatcher from a closet.”

“I can and I will. Now go get ready for bed. I'll join you in a bit. I have to email the kids' advisor.”

[:] Oh wow, another spliter [:]

“What’s awkward about this?” (Y/N) asked, ignorant to the fact that it was very awkward. Her legs were wrapped around the demon’s waist, who was laying down as straight as a log uncomfortably.

“Everything is uncomfortable.” Namjoon tried to push (Y/N) off of him.

“This is where you’re wrong,” (Y/N) states. “Your chesticles are very comfortable.” She furthered her point, by moving her head and weirdly nuzzling her cheek into his chest.

“(Y/N) get off of me.” Namjoon was now really uncomfortable.

“No.” (Y/N) pulled Namjoon’s log-body closer.

“Please?” Namjoon wiggled some more, “Seriously (Y/N) get off.”

“No…” (Y/N) held Namjoon tighter, “Imma go sleep now.”

“Ok (Y/N).” With that Namjoon pushed (Y/N) up and off of him and climbed out of bed and into the closet.

(Y/N) whined, “Nooooooo!” She looked at the closet through her eyebrows. “Are you hiding something from me?” She accused the demon.

“Excuse me?” Namjoon opened the closet door a bit.

“Oh my god- are you a closet gay?” She gasped loudly.

“WHAT?” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) from the crack in the doorway.

“It’s okay! You don’t need to use a fake confession to hide it from me.” She comforted the demon, “I will support you 1000 percent.”

“I’M NOT GAY!” Namjoon wiggled around in the closet before emerging from the space.

“Okay okay- but just so you know, there’s nothing wrong with being gay, Casper. Closeted or not.” She hummed, her words being muffled as she slowly put her face into the mattress.

“It’s been awkward since you basically called me a cradle robber, you stubborn piece of shit.” Namjoon blushed at his confession.

“I thought you didn’t care about that earlier.” (Y/N) looked back up, taking a deep breath of air after almost suffocating herself.

“Well I did.” Namjoon huffed out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“Well that sucks,” (Y/N) said blandly, “I was thinking of saying I love you.”

“The fuck- wait,” Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“Night night.”

[:] Cockadoodle-Doo it's morning [:]

The next morning came around quickly for (Y/N), though I wouldn’t say the same for Namjoon. Having him overthinking the “postponed” love confession from (Y/N). Meanwhile, though the night was quick, the morning dragged the girl by the toilet paper stuck at the bottom of her shoe.

Frown plastered on her face, seemingly deep in thought. She was unmoving in her seat aside from her wrist moving to stir the half eaten cereal in front of her. Namjoon sat across from her, “You can stop thinking, you’re going to hurt your head.”

The insult snapped the girl out of her concentration, she looked up and clicked her tongue. “I was just thinking about you. You want me to stop doing that?”

Namjoon raised a brow, “Depends on what you were thinking about.”

“I was wondering if we could summon the boys,” (Y/N) smiled before continuing, “Maybe get my socks back…”

“Are you saying you’d enjoy the company of your socks more than you with me?” Namjoon asked rhetorically with a shocked expression. (Y/N) gagged and rolled her eyes.

“Namjoon…” she said with a honey coated tone. “Are you saying you don’t know that I know you’ve used MY socks before?” The accused had a shocked look on his face that looked like he was on the verge of throwing up.

(Y/N) started snickering, amused by the demon’s expression. “As if I'd use your cheap ass yellow striped socks,” Namjoon aimed his nose at the ceiling. The girl laughed harder, finding the insult to her socks a bit too amusing.

“Okay, back on topic,” she said in between giggles, “We’ll get back to this later.” Namjoon shook his head, unamused unlike the person across from him.

The offended sock insulter cleared his throat, “We should have enough time before we need to go to the school to summon one of them.” He said in a factual voice, (Y/N) nodded as she took a glance at the time that read 7:23 am.

“What did we need again?” She got up from the stool she sat on, abandoning the poor soggy cereal. Namjoon got up also with a hum of thought.

“Candles and a lighter are the main things, obviously,” He says. (Y/N) nodded going into one of the kitchen cabinets for the items. “And if we’re summoning all of them, we’d need offerings…” Namjoon drifted off.

(Y/N) put down the candles onto the marble counter and looked at Namjoon questionably, “So… we need another hamster and dog?” This made the demon pause before nodding slowly, the situation becoming a bit more difficult than it needed to be now.

“And then what about Hobi? What he took wasn’t exactly… a physical object?” She also put it into consideration and clicked her tongue. “I’m still mad at you for sacrificing my literal source of happiness and good luck for yourself.” Namjoon’s jaw dropped.

“I thought we were past this!” He threw his hands up in the air, (Y/N) flipping him off simultaneously.

“Maybe you were,” she sassed, pointing fingers with a half assed glare.

“Technically, it wasn’t a sacrifice, (Y/N).” He said, crossing his arms.

“Well-” She was cut off by the demon.

“Nuh uh, It was just him choosing to leave and wanting to stay,” he snapped, not in a harsh way though.

“But-”

“You know what, let’s just try and summon them another day. I don’t think it’d work anyways.” Namjoon said, dismissing the topic by waving his hand, taking a glance at the tree outside.

[:] Wooshy flash back time I guess [:]

“Why are you still here?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “I mean weren’t you supposed to leave this year?”

“I was supposed to leave instead of Hobi last year. I asked to stay.” Namjoon was sitting nonchalantly in one of the lounge chairs in her parents' living room reading the book she was supposed to be reading for school.

“Why didn’t you leave when you were supposed to?” (Y/N) looked at the demon, a look of confusion evident on her features.

“Who else is supposed to write your book reports for school?” Namjoon smirked while holding up the book before going back to reading said book.

“Then why did Hobi leave? Did he not want to be attached anymore?” (Y/N) began to tear up.

“It’s not that. I asked to stay because I felt I wasn’t ready to leave yet and Hoseok felt he was ready to leave. Most of the time, we leave when our time comes (Y/N). Hobi and mine were at the same time and I wanted to stay so I stayed.” Namjoon smiled at (Y/N).

“But why didn’t Hobi want to stay?” (Y/N)’s tears were flowing freely at this point.

“(Y/N)! Are you crying?” (Y/N)’s mom came rushing downstairs to investigate why her only child was crying.

“I’m fine.” Even (Y/N) wasn’t convincing herself, “Really Mom, I’m just over exhausted. I’m gonna go up to my room.”

[:] And back to the present :) [:]

“Are you almost ready to go?” Namjoon popped his head into the bedroom, “We have to leave soon if you want to be on time for school.”

“I’m almost ready, relax. And don’t you have a class to teach and a non-ribbed dick to get sucked by that one bitch for an A?” (Y/N) scoffed from where she was printing an essay that Namjoon had written the night before.

Namjoon started counting down from five, “Five- You better fucking get your ass in gear or you’re gonna be late. Four- Seriously (Y/N). Three- Professor Howard can’t give you another pass just because he likes you. Two-” Namjoon got cut off by (Y/N).

“I’m ready, asshole.” (Y/N) looked at him, “You better not let that bitch Brianna suck your dick.”

“I won’t let her suck my dick!” Namjoon raised his hands in defense, “What about my toes though?” (Y/N) looked at the demon with a face of disgust and looked at him from head to toe.

“Are you Namjoon or Taehyung?” She squinted, looking at his face.

“It was a joke!” Namjoon smirked, “But I'm sure she’ll do it for an A anyway.”

“I’m done with this conversation Casper.” With that (Y/N) slung her bag over her shoulder and left.

“Hey wait!” Namjoon grabbed his own bag before speed walking after (Y/N).

[:] Professor Casper or Daddy Casper? [:]

“SO.” (Y/N) sat down across from Namjoon in his office, “Rumour has it that you’re dating a cute english-lit major and are up for evaluation. What say you in your defense?”

“I mean I am dating a cute english-lit major. But I’m not up for evaluation, I used my demon charms to get out the punishment.”

Namjoon looked at (Y/N) seriously.

“Did you actually?” (Y/N) gaped at Namjoon.

“No. I explained that dating you is punishment enough.” Namjoon smiled, his dimples popping.

“Bastard.” (Y/N)looked at Namjoon.

“Bitch.” Namjoon smirked at (Y/N) before leaning over the desk and kissing her on the forehead, “I love you.”

“Good.” (Y/N) blushed.

There, through the window of the office, there were 6 peeping toms watching the couple.

“Adadada-uda,” Taehyung stuttered, “THEY’RE SO CUTE!”

“This looks like it’d turn out like a straight porn video on the hub,” Yoongi says bluntly.

Jungkook looked at Yoongi, “Ew straight.”

“Moving on,” Seokjin cleared his throat, “Does anyone remember when (Y/N) said I love you back?”

A series of “No’s” could be heard.

“Maybe we weren’t watching!” Jimin raised his hands, “But when were we not watching?”

“Oh I know!” Hoseok interrupted, “When they split up because of classes earlier. We left Yoongi hyung in charge just in case something happened.”

“I took a nap and must've missed it.” The guilty demon shrugged.

“No, (Y/N) definitely isn’t someone who confesses straight up.” Seokjin said, stroking his chin. The rest nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, that's why she didn’t have a man when we were still there.” Jungkook snorted.

“No JK, we all know the reason why (Y/N) was always single. Was because she was pining after Namjoon.” Jimin stated the obvious.

[:] Damn. Imagine having someone to kiss in public. Or at all. [:]

“So how do you reckon the staff caught onto us… I mean PDA really isn’t our thing.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “Who have you told?”

“I haven’t told anyone!” (Y/N) frowned, “Maybe someone saw us go home together? I bet it was that bitch Brianna. She gives off the stalker vibes.”

“I’m not gonna let her suck my dick.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “And she’s already failing my class so even if I did let her suck my non-ribbed punisher, she still would probably only have a D-.”

“Hey- I thought we stopped referring to your dick as non-ribbed.” Namjoon raised a brow, making a face that said ‘you’re-the-one-who-started-it.’

Reading his expression (Y/N) glared at the demon, “Technically you’re the one who started it because you freely admitted it freely.”

“What makes you find out the hard way that my dick isn’t ribbed?” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) suggestively before flopping namtiddie first into the couch.

“I think I would've preferred finding out the hard way.” (Y/N) flopping onto Namjoon’s hard back.

“So I can’t even have the couch to myself?” Namjoon groaned before realizing what (Y/N) meant by ‘finding out the hard way,’ “Are you saying you rather had found out in the heat of the moment after having prepared yourself for a ribbed demon dick?” Namjoon leaned his head up to bump (Y/N) who still had her fat ass on his back, “I can’t breathe, get off.”

(Y/N) rolled off of Namjoon before plopping herself down in front of Namjoon, “That’s exactly what I am saying.”

[:] Smh stalkers at every moment [:]

“And I got a big fat ass!” (Y/N) shook her ass while singing off-key.

“Your ass is everything but big, baby.” Namjoon passed (Y/N) to reach for the garlic from the spice cabinet.

The girl turned and looked at Namjoon with an offended look, “You know. As my rental boyfriend, you’re supposed to be nice.”

Garlic forgot, Namjoon turned to (Y/n) and grabbed her waist, “I’m not your rental boyfriend and you know that.”

(Y/N) laughed, “Okay go off I guess, not my rental boyfriend.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes before pushing Namjoon away.

“Woman,” Namjoon placed a hand over his heart, “You wound me.”

(Y/N) turned around and smiled at her demon, “I could argue that you’re the one that wounds me.”

“I do not wound you.” Namjoon scoffs, “But I could very well wound you if you keep saying i’m a rental boyfriend, love.”

“Well we wouldn’t want you to wound me now would we,” (Y/N) smiled up at Namjoon before leaning in and placing a quick peck to his lips, “I love you.”

Namjoon smiled before returning (Y/N)’s peck with a chaste kiss, “I love you too, baby.”

*Meanwhile from the dining room 6 men were watching from not so afar*

“Hyung! Hyung! Did you see that!” Jungkook excitedly pointed towards the couple in the kitchen.

Yoongi groaned, “See what?”

“Le gasp! How could you have missed that!” Taehyung held a hand over his heart, “(Y/N) initiated affection for once!”

Jin smiled, “It really was adorable.”

[:] Oh look, you're at the end. [:]

“Every kiss begins with consent.” Namjoon wiggled his shoulders while grading papers at the table.

(Y/N) smirked before leaning over the table and planting a large whet kiss on Namjoon’s cheek.

“Rude.” Namjoon scoffed before pulling (Y/N) in for a proper kiss.

“You know that kiss didn’t have much of my consent in it.” (Y/N) smiled before leaning in for another kiss.

“I don’t think I consented to that either though.” Namjoon smiled.

“Get back to work baby.” (Y/N) nudged Namjoon towards his pile of papers.

“Yeah yeah.” Namjoon smiled before looking down and putting a big red ‘F’ on a paper clearly marked Brianna Simms.

“When will she just drop the class?” (Y/N) chuckled, “Dumbass.”

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Bounty Hunter in the Shadows Chapter 1

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Story Tags: Erasermic, Friends to Lovers, young Aizawa Shouta, young Yamada Hizashi, Slow Burn, Slice of Life, Hurt/ Comfort, Angst and Feels, Comedy, Fluff, mental breakdown, PTSD, flashbacks, self-medication, drug use, homelessness, homeless Aizawa Shouta, unhealthy coping mechanisms, survivor guilt, cats, growing gp, character study, character development, recovery

Chapter 1: Aizawa and Yamada

Finally graduation day arrived. Aizawa held his UA high school diploma in his hands. This was a joyous occasion – or at least it should be. He should feel proud, which he did to an extent. Aizawa could not help but find the entire event nostalgic before it was even over.

He was a little proud he managed to pull through and finished school, graduating from the most famous hero school in Japan no less, but he also felt a deeply routed guilt. Yamada was joking and laughing with friends. Everyone was loud and happy, yet someone was missing.

Yamada tore Aizawa from his thoughts as he excitedly called out to him. Aizawa put on a teasing smile, silencing him with a quirk and vanished. It was meant as a joke but it also was great to escape his classmates.

Aizawa rolled his eyes at the endless amounts of texts Yamada sent him. He could practically hear the disappointed yelling while reading about how he had missed all the group photos. He didn't even bother to listen to the voice messages or pick his phone up when it rang. Aizawa went home and relaxed on his bed, knowing his foster parents wouldn't get home until later.  He wondered what would happen if he left right this moment without another word to anyone. His suitcase was already packed.

A new message lit up his phone's home screen. Aizawa reached for the device, only now bothering to look at the chat.

Yamada:

We're all going out to eat tonight. Will you come?

Aizawa:

No. I promised them dinner.

It was true. He had promised his foster parents a ‘goodbye dinner’ before moving out. It was the reason why he didn't leave right this afternoon. They were decent people and were kind enough to give him space and not pressure him into spending more time together, so when they asked if he would have dinner with them tonight he couldn't say no.

Yamada:

But you're leaving tomorrow morning, right?! When will we see each other again??

That was a good point. It still hadn't quite sunken in that they would not be back at school again soon. They wouldn't just leave school for a weekend or a holiday, but forever. Aizawa almost regretted not staying longer at school now, though he also knew that it wasn't his thing. Seeing everyone excited for the future and sad they would part would have been a little too much. He was happier alone in his bedroom.

Yamada:

Can I come over?

 Aizawa:

What about dinner?

 Yamada:

We meet later. I'll come over.

Well. Now that that was decided all there was left to do was to wait for the energetic blonde. Wherever Yamada had been, he couldn't have been too far from his home. He was out of breath when, ten minutes later, he rang the doorbell non stop until the door was opened for him.

"Come on in." Aizawa said and they headed over to the brunet's room, where they sat down on the bed. At least Aizawa sat down. Yamada flopped onto the mattress still trying to catch his breath.

"You could have walked here." Aizawa noted.

"Yeah, but I didn't want to miss any more time! Who knows when we'll see each other again!" Yamada said.

"You're the one who wanted to work in America." Aizawa reminded him.

"I knoooow." Yamada whined, but then a grin returned to his face. "But I'm sure it's gonna be awesome!" he said determinedly.

"Just don't start talking to me in English all the time." Aizawa said and realized that he really would miss Yamada.

During their first year at U.A. he did not get particularly close with anyone but Shirakumo and  Yamada. In their second year Aizawa had allowed himself to befriend Kayama a little. The cat Aizawa and Shirakumo found and gave to her had helped a lot in terms of befriending the girl who was a grade ahead of them.

After Shirakumo's death Aizawa made sure it stayed that way and distanced himself from others. He couldn't bear the thought of getting close to someone again only to loose them later. He looked at Yamada who lay on his back next to him on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Aizawa didn't want to think about how he would react if anything happened to the blonde.

"What train will you take tomorrow morning?" Yamada suddenly asked.

"Why? Don't tell me you want to meet me at the station." Aizawas tone was flat and seemingly uninterested.

"Ehhhh? Why not?!"

"You'll be hung-over." Aizawa stated.

"What? You really think us aspiring pro heroes will succumb to underage drinking?!" Yamada called out in mock surprise as if they hadn't- together in fact- gotten drunk before. Then he turned more serious. "I'd still come if you told me what time the train left." Yamada claimed.

"At 8:00 in the morning? Are you sure?" Aizawa said, a small smirk ghosting on his lips.

"Damn. That's early. Why are you torturing yourself like that?" Yamada asked, knowing how much Aizawa hated getting up early himself. Though, to be fair Aizawa seemed unhappy about getting up at any time. Insomnia was a real pain in the ass.

"I'll still come." Yamada said.

Aizawa just gave a low hum.

"You don't believe me! You'll see. I'll be there!" Yamada bumped his fist into Aizawa's shoulder.

"I didn't say anything." Aizawa said, raising his hands, showing his palms.

"Anyways." Yamada huffed. "You'll have to send me pictures of your apartment when you get there, alright."

"It's shitty. Nothing worth showing off." Aizawa protested.

"I don't care. I just want to see pictures."

"I'll send you pictures of the cockroaches I'll room with." Aizawa teased.

"Please don't!" Yamada looked horrified.

"You get those or nothing." Aizawa shrugged. This was nice. It was easy banter, just the two of them, nothing too overwhelming.

They fell into a comfortable silence, Yamada's eyes landing on Aizawa's packed suitcase.

Yamada had been surprised when Aizawa told him he would leave Musutafu the day after their graduation. He himself would travel to the US soon after the school year ended, but his flight went a week after graduation, giving him enough time to say goodbye to classmates and family. Well, Aizawa could count the friends he had on two fingers and he also did not have much family. Yamada did not know Aizawa’s host family particularly well but the few times he met them they seemed nice. Yamada could not help but wonder if Aizawa left so soon because he felt uncomfortable around them or if it had to do with Aizawa's general attitude and mood ever since their work study ended in their second year.

Yamada had a great support system at home but it was difficult mourning their dead friend himself and helping Aizawa at the same time. Shirakumo's death hit them both hard, though Aizawa definitely had a less healthy way of coping and far less support or people who didn't offer the support he needed which ended in him changing host families a month after their work study. It had been painful to watch Aizawa train in the Gym to the point he was so exhausted he fell asleep in their classes. Yamada had done his best to be there and watch Aizawa as often as he could, sometimes even training with him. It made them grow closer over time.

"You've got to take care of yourself." Yamada broke the silence.

Aizawa frowned, then looked away from the blonde. "You too."

"Hey, you missed out on all the pictures we took, let's take some now!" Yamada changed the subject. They wouldn't see each other in quite a while so they shouldn't just mop around. Aizawa was not impressed by the idea, but when Yamada sat up on the bed and sat right next to him he tilted his head towards the blonde as he held up his phone. Within minutes Yamada's camera roll filled up with new pictures of them both.

"You should leave soon, if you don't want to be late." Aizawa said eventually as he took notice of the time.

"I guess." Yamada said and sat up on the bed. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, alright?" He reminded Aizawa.

"Don't trouble yourself. It will be fine if you don't." He said.

The door fell shut and Aizawa stood alone in the quiet house. Dinner with his foster parents also was a quiet affair. He appreciated that. They did not try to get him to talk more than usual or try to talk him out of things last minute. They asked if he finished packing and if he still needed something, as if anything was worth the trouble of going out this late at night. There were plenty of stores with the same products where he moved. He let them know he had everything he needed and stayed seated at the table after dinner. They drank tea and let it sink in that things would be different from now on.

The night seemed to drag on forever and Aizawa barely slept. He got up early, even earlier than he had to, so he could make breakfast for everyone. He made his host parents favorite tea, put six slices of bread in the toaster oven and got out a pot to make miso soup. He didn't have to cook but even he could make something as simple as miso soup with tofu and seaweed. He set out the jam for the bread and got out some plates when his host parents came out.

Aizawa checked his phone when he got his suitcase after breakfast. No new messages showed up. The blonde sent him a few photos during the night, so Aizawa knew his classmates drank alcohol and stayed up until the early morning hours. He tried to ignore the slight pang in his chest. It was good Yamada had fun last night. He should rest now. They could talk over the phone later, he told himself pocketing his phone. He looked around the room one final time. It was clean and he already pulled the sheets off and put them into the washing machine.

"Remember you can call us anytime." His host mother told him as they stood in the entrance. Aizawa gave a slight nod to signal he heard her as he tied his shoes.

"Don't hesitate to ask for help." Her husband added.

"Thank you. For everything." Aizawa said, looking them in the eyes. He even gave both a hug before he stepped outside and pulled his suitcase to the station.

When Aizawa arrived at the nearest tram station, he realized he gave Yamada the time his other train would leave from the bigger train station. So even if the blonde intended to come he might have thought of the wrong place. He checked his phone but no new notifications showed up. Aizawa pocketed his phone as the tram came to a stop. The small tram was packed with people going to work and Aizawa shuffled to the door, pulling his suitcase as close as possible. He gave an apologetic nod to an older lady close to him. Aizawa focused his eyes outside the window looking at the familiar houses and stores passing by.

Finally the tram reached the central station. He arrived with some time to spare and checked his phone while he stood waiting at the platform. He felt a little forgotten but tried his best to push the feeling aside. He told Yamada not to worry about coming, so it wasn't fair to be mad at him for not showing up.

He could hear his train enter the station and then, even louder than the arriving train his name. "Aizawaaaaaaa!" He knew that voice.

Aizawa turned around to the direction the call had come from and saw Yamada running into the station. Several people held their ears and stared at the blond in irritation. He would have to get to this platform, but the train just arrived so there was enough time. Aizawa couldn't help but smile.

When Yamada finally came running down the stairs he looked like he would throw up any second. "The things I do for you." he huffed out of breath when he came to a stop in front of Aizawa.

"I told you, you didn't have to come." Aizawa said, but his smile gave him away.

"Please just tell me you are happy to see me so that it was worth coming." Yamada begged. He wore a t-shirt with an unidentifiable stain on it and one of his shoelaces was open. He was very pale and his unstyled hair hung in his face.

"Yeah. I'm happy." Aizawa gave in. "Thank's for coming." He said just as Yamada stepped away from him and threw up over the other side of the platform where no train was.

"Are you alright?" Aizawa asked, holding the other's hair back. Other people were stared more or less subtly.

"Ugh..." Yamada groaned. Aizawa glanced at the clock, "Wait here. I'll be right back." He said and jogged to a vending machine to get some water.

"Thank's." Yamada said after he washed his mouth out and took a sip. "Sorry about that." He said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Do you need money for a taxi back?" Aizawa asked.

"No, no! It's fine. Keep your money! I still have some." Yamada said. He pulled his walled out in demonstration. He knew Aizawa did not have much saved up and he doubted he suddenly accepted more from his host family.

"If you're sure." Aizawa said.

"Actually, let me pay you back for this." Yamada held up the bottle Aizawa just got him.

"It's just water." Aizawa shook his head.

"Alright. Thanks." Yamada put his wallet away again. They stood in silence for a moment after that.

"Well...-" Yamada tried to break the silence.

"I have to get on the train soon." Aizawa said at the same time.

"Ah...right. Well...I'll hear from you soon right? Send pictures!"

"Of roaches. Sure." Aizawa couldn't help but tease with a smirk.

"I got up and came all the way here and this is how you thank me?!" Yamada said so loud he winced himself. He hadn't even spoken that loud but with his head already pounding every decibel felt like too much.

"We'll see." Aizawa said and reached for his suitcase. Should he give Yamada a hug? His arms twitched, though he kept them at his side. "Get some rest." he said, taking a step back.

"You too!" Yamada nodded, wincing once more at his own volume.

"Thank's for coming." Aizawa said, standing in the train's doorway. "Bye."

"Bye." Yamada said a little quieter now, but with a smile on his face while he waved. The blonde was always so positive and energetic. It was nice. Aizawa waved as the door closed, then moved to look for his seat.

It was a window seat and he waved once more once he sat down. Yamada waved with two arms as the train began to move.

This was it.

Aizawa's chest felt tight as the train drove out of Musutafu. So many memories were connected to the city. Good, as well as bad. He gulped down the lump that formed in his throat and pressed his shirt's sleeve against his eyes. A new chapter of his life started with his move to Naruhata. There was no turning back now.

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