Embarrassing moments

warnings. just for shits n giggles, 14+ readers preferably, mentions of vomit, poop, choking, etc.

HINATA was extremely constipated and needed to use the bathroom quick. but there’s a long line to the mens bathroom (what’s the occasion anyway??) and he’s standing all the way at the back. poor hinata felt a fart coming so he just couldn’t... hold it in. mans SHARTED. shitted and farted at the same time. it stunk so bad that the guys in front of him said, “damn, you need the toilet more than me,” and let him cut in line.

USHIJIMA and tendou stopped to pet this dog during their walk. tendou’s conversing with the owner while toshi’s petting the dog. dog likes it, it’s all good. until... it got bored and decided that toshi’s butt smelled good. dog just wouldn’t stop sniffing his ass. “please, stop smelling me,” toshi says with desperation, which now catches the others’ attention. the owner has to pry their dog away from toshi’s ass cheeks, please. the awkward tension kinda dies down until tendou utters, “so, what’s your secret? what product are you using?”

YAMAGUCHI drank water in the middle of silent class reading. this boy started choking— and i mean choking on his water. you can hear his muffled coughs in the distance and when you turn around to look at him, his face is all red and his cheeks are puffy. none of his classmates say anything but you can practically feel second-hand embarrassment oozing around. the assistant teacher even has the audacity to say, “drink some water.”

KENMA’s calling this one his last try. he sticks his remaining coins into the slot and tries to get the brand new nintendo box thats in the machine. mf has been going at this for over twenty minutes now. his pouch is empty and there’s a crowd of kids waiting for him. no miracle happens in his last try (shit got stuck!!) so he has to move away only to watch in horror— as the kid after him manages to get it. you’re gonna have to hold kenma down before he hunts that kid with every bit of his soul.

DAICHI had a fat one coming in, that’s for sure. thought it was a free real estate just because everyone else in the camp seemed asleep. so he let that monster fart come out (even partly stuck out his thigh for better airway). whole team was awake in a matter of seconds. nishinoya’s jumped off his sleeping bag and asking everyone if they heard that “loud bang.” tanaka’s over here sniffing around because he knows that no one has got some kind of bomb that stinks.

SAKUSA’s not gonna admit to this one. but one time he opened a bathroom stall (it was unlocked) only to find that it was occupied. there are no words to accurately describe just how horried the sight was. sitting on the toilet was a man taking a shit, with his dick on full boner mode, staring back at sakusa. they only made eye contact for just 2 seconds but sakusa’s seen enough. he’s heard enough too, when said stranger asked him, “you wanna join me?”

ASAHI projectile vomited at the theaters. you should’ve known it was a bad idea to take him out to dinner before going to watch a scary movie. man had no courage to tell you he had an upset stomach nor tell you he’s not a fan of horror. it’s twenty minutes into the movie and he’s poking your arm— but you don’t notice because you’re too engrossed. another twenty minutes, and a jumpscare comes on. man beside you vomits like there’s no tomorrow. ya’ll spend the rest of the movie secretly trying to clean his throw-up.

TENDOU was watching anime in his dorm peacefully. until... the whole shiratorizawa team opened the door just in time for the show to switch up to an inappropriate scene. out of all the times they could’ve walked in, they really had to come when 2d clown man was moaning and fighting a kid? tendou scrambled to close his laptop but now he’s just staring back at his teammates; silent, except for the fact that his show is still playing and you can still hearing moaning in the background.

TSUKISHIMA turned his house upside down and still couldn’t find his glasses, nor his extra pair. he was about to leave bare eyed until his mom caught him and forced him to wear his sports glasses. yeah, the one with the whole strap and everything. mans looked like a fool coming to school with it on. people who didn’t know it was his sports glasses mistook it for swimming goggles. he’s so utterly humiliated now, he can’t even bite back when hinata or kageyama says something.

GOSHIKI... i don’t even know what to tell you. who let this kid go further into the lake by himself? it’s all fun and games for everyone until you hear an ear-defeaning shriek by your one and only goshiki. he’s yelling out, “help me! please! help!!” the lifeguards start kicking in and everyone’s trying to make way. is he drowning? is there something there? no for god’s sake. you find out he just made it 5 ft deep and happened to swim over a bunch of seaweed. never take him swimming again.

ATSUMU decided to check himself out using someone’s car window. he’s fixing his hair, picking at his teeth, and even checking to see if he has any boogers. all of a sudden the window rolls down and there’s a senior citizen staring back at him. “boy do you think my car is your mirror?” the man says in a gruffy voice. atsumu’s knees nearly buckle from how scary this man is and how embarrassed he is of all the four minutes he probably spent with this stranger.

SACHIRO’s job as a vet sometimes makes him do really questionable shit (from an outsider perspective). once he had to ejaculate someone’s dog in front of their owner. uh huh... jack them off, for the sole purpose of examining the dog’s semen. he’s never felt such a wave of regret wash through his body during that whole procedure. it didn’t help when the owner was looking at him mortified, nor the fact that it took such a long time.

OIKAWA does this thing were he shows up unexpectedly behind iwaizumi and slaps his ass. everytime he does it iwa always hits him back (but not the ass). today he learnt his lesson when he mistook a stranger for iwa and slapped the guys ass from the moon and back. when i tell you just how quick all the blood drained from oikawa’s body when the man turned around— you can hear a bag of chips fall at the other end of the aisle and it’s the iwa, who had to witness that whole ass-slap event.

ARAN is gonna knock the shit of the miya twins one day, he swears to god. they sent him a mysterious video during his morning walk, where he stopped at a busy street. it starts off quiet, so he goes to turn the volume up full blast. damn video suddenly started blaring ‘lick my pussy and my-’ please... he’s shaking. passerby’s are looking at him with distaste. aran’s now flushed from embarrassment and running towards the miya house. you can guess what happens next.

BOKUTO walked into the wrong house. spent a whole ten minutes rummaging around the kitchen because his friend said to “make yourself comfortable, i’ll be on my way.” little did this man know that there’s a whole family upstairs waiting for the cops to arrive because they think it’s a robbery. poor bokuto, dragged out of the house by some cops but had no idea what was going on. man was literally just vibing— thinking he was in his friends house.

OSAMU swore this size pants still fit him (hint: it doesn’t). he’s walking through the snack section of the store, lightly limping because damn his dick can’t breath. his truth is tested when he goes to pick something off the lowest shelf and his pants literally go, ‘let er rip.’ fabric tore, and what’s worse is that he was wearing onigiri undies. osamu goes to check if there’s anyone else in the aisle and there is— a group of underclassmen girls from his high school.

KUROO tried to make his chemistry presentation more interesting by putting in jokes. he thought they were funny; kenma even huffed a breath. kuroo’s at his third joke by now and literally no one has laughed. not a single one. except for kuroo himself, who’s awkwardly laughing in a dead-silent room. man was embarrassed. other people are getting second-hand embarrassment by the way they avoided eye contact with him. he vented to kenma later only for kenma to say, “it wasn’t funny. it was just stupid.” poor kuroo.

SUNA accidentally connected his bluetooth to the bus. you know, the one that drives all of inarizaki to their games. wanna guess what the fuck he might’ve been listening to? it’s porn. he’s watching porn in broad daylight. suna doesn’t realize what the issue is until he goes to turn up the volume and notices that the sound is off. he take his airpods off and that’s when he hears pure moaning sounds blaring inside the bus. everyone’s laughing— except for kita and their coach who’s still outside. mf calls himself lucky for that.

...but the timing is never right. (Togata Mirio x reader)

The pain in his eyes killed you to see.

His words turned into white noise in your mind as you studied his features. Bruises of all colors covered his skin. Everywhere you could see, there was at least one. The skin you couldn’t see was either covered by his hospital gown or wrapped in bandages. There was blood on his knuckles that soaked through the gauze, dried and hardened in the fabric. Instinctively you reached out for Mirio’s hand and stroked your thumb over the bloodied knuckles.

When you met his eyes again, his words came back in focus again as you noticed a single tear drip down his cheek. Your free hand moved to wipe it away. You stayed like that for a while. Eyes locked on his, stroking his cheek with your thumb, not saying a word. A small, sad smile graced his face which you couldn’t help but return.

“I’m sorry.” He told you, breaking the silence between you. “I know the timing has never been right for us, but…” He trailed off, trying to find the right words to say to you.

He was lost. Clueless as to how to convey how he’s feeling.

He thought back to when he met you.

“Hey, I’m so sorry to bother you. Do you know where the first year’s entrance exam is taking place?”

The voice behind him pulled his attention away from Tamaki to the direction it was coming from. His eyes met a girl racing to meet up with the two of them. The first thing he noticed was that she was gorgeous. The second thing he noticed was that she was barreling towards him, lost her balance, and was now falling on top of him. He instinctively reached out to catch her before she knocked them both onto the pavement.

“Woah,” He wrapped his arms around her midsection tightly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright. I’m so sorry-”

“No, no, it’s fine. Really.” He helped you back on your feet. Mirio didn’t want to let you out of his arms for some reason, but understood that he had to. “I’m Togata, this is Amajiki-” Tamaki let out a soft and nervous ‘hey’ in response to his name. “Are you looking for the entrance exam too?”

“Yeah, I am. Thanks for all your help…”

After the entrance exam, he searched for you in the crowd. Though tired and sweaty, he searched for you with the same fervent energy he had walking in. When he finally spotted you beside a blue haired girl, he met your gaze and smiled. Before he could make his way over to speak to you, he felt Tamaki’s arm on his shoulder, pulling him away.

“The written test scores were released. Come on.” He muttered.

Mirio shot you an apologetic smile and a shrug before walking away.

He thought back to the next time he saw you.

In the same homeroom class as he and Tamaki, making conversation with that same blue haired girl from earlier across the room. You laughed at a comment she made which Mirio couldn’t hear. He grinned. He loved your laugh. He would do anything to hear it again.

“You’re staring.” Tamaki told him. He looked down in embarrassment. 

“Sorry, I just…” He trailed off, looking back in your direction and letting out a sigh. Shaking his head, he smiled again before telling his best friend. “Hey let’s go make some new friends.”

“Let’s not.” Tamaki protested, but he was already being dragged away by Mirio to the other side of the room to talk to you.

He learned your name was (Y/N), and the girl beside you was Nejire. Before he could say anything else, their homeroom teacher introduced himself as Mr. Aizawa, and proceeded to provide the class with their seating arrangement.

He’d never admit it if anyone asked, but he was thinking to himself the whole class period how nicely your name sounded with his last name in place of your own.

He remembered his first sports festival.

Making it all the way to the end. Victory was right in his grasp. First place was as good as his.

Or he was convinced as much until it was announced that his final battle would be against you.

You knew your strengths and his weaknesses well. It took only a short amount of time for you to realize that he couldn’t breathe while his quirk was in use. And with that knowledge, you were able to quickly thereafter overwhelm him. While he was desperately panting to catch his breath, you in one swift motion knocked him out of the ring.

He thought about how after the match, you ran through the arena looking for him. You found him in a room by himself, and rushed to ask him if he was okay, if you didn’t hurt him too much, how he was feeling, where his head was at. Amidst the bombardment of questions, his mood completely shifted. He couldn’t bring himself to be sour about not winning first place anymore. Not when you looked at him like that. Full of warmth and compassion. Your hands were cool against his skin, but they still radiated a warm energy of some sort that made his cheeks flush red.

Maybe losing wasn’t so bad sometimes.

Before he could say anything further, Nejire opened the door to the room you were in and told you both that the awards ceremony was starting soon and you needed to go. 

He recalled asking you if you wanted to hang out with him before your internships started. 

You spent the next 20 minutes trying to plan something that worked between both of your new work schedules. There was no time either of you could spare.

“Ask me again once our internships are over, m’kay? We’ll work something out then.” You assured him. He was so captivated by the smile you gave him that he couldn’t process your question at first.

“Okay.” He muttered, unable to wipe the goofy lovestruck grin off his face.

He forgot to ask you again once your internships were over.

He recalled an instance that summer where you and Nejire agreed to go see a movie with him and Tamaki.

 With Tamaki at his right and Nejire at your left, that left you and he sitting beside each other in the dark theater. You assured him that you could handle the horror movie everyone wanted to see, but at the sight of the first jumpscare, you reached out to him and held his arm for the duration of the film. Sometimes using his shoulder to shield your eyes from the gore on the silver screen. At one point you laced your fingers in with his and held his hand for the last act of the film, taking comfort in the way he soothingly stroked your thumb with his whenever he felt you flinch. Once you finally calmed down, you looked up at him. He met your eyes and felt so much love and adoration radiate from you. His cheeks started to flush again and he couldn’t be more grateful that it was too dark for you to notice.

It was second nature for him to move closer towards you. Your eyes flickered to his lips, and back to his eyes, and slowly inched closer to him in response.

Though, before he could do anything, the credits began to roll and the lights in the theater flicked on. You two separated before your friends could notice.

But that night that he went home, he couldn’t get enough of the scent of your perfume that lingered on the right side of his hoodie.

He remembered the night your mother died.

All the grief and pain you experienced, and how he would give anything to take that pain from you. He would bear that pain a million times over if it meant taking it away from you.

Of all the people in the world you could reach out to first, you chose him. He was such an important friend to you that you were the first person he called. You trusted him enough to bare your soul for him. To break down in his arms and cry. The following evening, you called again, and without another word he took the first train to your house. A knock at your window brought you face to face with Mirio, in his pajamas, with sleep still in his eyes.

He remembers asking if there was anything else he could do for you. Anything at all that could make things easier on you.

“Tell your mom that you love her.” You answered between sniffles. “Give her a hug, maybe.”

“My mom died when I was really young.” He confessed. Rather than apologizing, you prompted him to tell you more. Even though you were just switching from talking about your dead mom to talking about his, he was relieved that something could get you to stop crying for even just a little while. You listened intently as he told you everything he could remember about his mom. The few memories that resided within him. Once he was finished, he brought you into another tight hug. “Anything else?” He mumbled into your hairline.

“Yeah. Will you stay with me? Just for the night?”

“Of course.” He answered.

Before he could drift back asleep by your side, he watched as your eyes flicked from his own, down to his lips, and back up again.

And once again, like magnets, the two of you were inexplicably pulled towards each other.

He thought a lot about that first night that he kissed you. There was something unspoken between the two of you, which both of you disliked, but understood as necessary.

I want you, but maybe now isn’t the time.

But still, the feeling of your lips on his haunted him like a ghost on some nights. When he was alone, his thoughts always drifted back to you.

He thought back to when his grade in English started slipping.

As another assignment was handed back by Present Mic, slightly folded so nobody else would see the grade while it was exchanged between them, Mirio heard a voice from behind him.

“I can tutor you if you want.” He turned toward the direction of the voice, and was met with you seated on top of the empty desk behind him. “I’m fluent in the language. If you need help with it, I can provide.” You continued with a small smirk.

“I mean if you don’t mind.”

“Of course not. We’re friends.” There was a long silence between you after you uttered the word ‘friends.’ You both figured it was better not to address it. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Being tutored in English, I guess.” He chuckled.

“Great! So Friday night is tutoring night then?”

“Yeah definitely. Your place or mine?”

He remembered the train ride back to his house feeling agonizingly long. The entire time he fought with himself not to stare at you. You looked so pretty with the light of the sun illuminating your skin with golden rays. And he couldn’t help but think back to how good your name would sound with his last name. He did his best to bury these feelings though. Despite doing his best to take in the information, something in his brain just wasn’t allowing it to stick. He suspected that it was the part that couldn’t get over the sight of you, but turned your words into white noise as he stared at you.

“Come on, this has to be getting into your brain somehow.” You groaned. “Are you even still paying attention?”

“Huh, what? Oh! Yeah I’m still listening, sorry.”

“Sure you are.” You giggled.

“Tell you what; I’ll go over it all again and then I’ll quiz you on it. If you get every question right, then I’ll reward you.”

“Reward me with what?”

“Anything you want.” You answered confidently. 

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Mirio had never paid such close attention to anything as he did the notebook in front of him, as he scribbled down the words coming out of your mouth.

“-Good. And the English sentence structure?” You asked. Question number 8. Two more to go.

Come on, Mirio, you can do this.

“Subject, Verb, Object?”

“Right again! What’s a noun?”

“A person or a thing.”

“Or...?”

“Or… a, uh, a place?”

“Yes exactly! Okay the last one is harder, are you ready?” You ignored his groans of protest as you gave him the next question. “What’s a pronoun?”

“A word that can substitute a noun?” He answered. He was completely unsure of himself, but was flooded with joy as he watched your eyes light up in excitement.

“Yes! I’m so proud of you.” You squealed. “Okay. I promised you anything, I meant anything. What do you want?”

He didn’t answer your question. Instead preferring to stand up, make his way over to where you were sitting on top of his desk, and pressing his lips to yours. You quickly return his kiss, quickly escalating it and refusing to pull away from him until you couldn’t breathe.

“That.”

“That’s it?” You teased. The surprise in his eyes brought that same smirk back onto your features. “When I said anything, I had figured you would be more creative.” He moved even closer than before, placing one hand to your side on the surface of his desk, and wrapping the other around the side of your thigh. He pulled you in for another kiss, pulling away only to mumble

“Who said that was it?” against your lips.

Your hands moved to unbutton his shirt as he slipped his free hand under yours.

Thank god my dad works late on Fridays. Was all he could think to himself as your nimble fingers swiftly moved to undo his stupid golden teeth belt buckle that you couldn’t help but love on him. You pulled your mouth from the spot it was attacking on his neck after freeing him from the pants of his school uniform.

“Oh, I get why you’re failing now.” You told him between bites to the nape of his neck. “There’s no blood going to your brain.”

Fridays weren’t ever going to be just tutoring nights.

He remembered how hectic the latter half of your second year would be on both of you. 

Both off either at your respective work studies or in class, and using your free time to catch up on the assignments missed while at your work studies. You hardly got the chance to talk to each other anymore, but there were always Friday evenings.

And on each and every Friday, as you were feverishly ridding each other of your clothes, he couldn’t help but wish he had more time with you.

Time to take you out on dates like you deserved. Turn your relationship into something more than friends with benefits.

Would you even want that?

He decided that he’d rather live in ignorance to preserve what you have now than wonder about it later and destroy this.

The feeling of your mouth on him, and his hands tangled in your hair was enough to distract him from it all.

For now.

He recalled the night after his meeting with Sir Nighteye.

He wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about their plans to raid the hideout and rescue Eri, but the guilt was eating away at him. His remorse was slowly killing him.

He didn’t even realize where he was going when he snuck out of his room at first. His subconscious did all the work for him, dragging his feet along the wooden floor and up the elevator until he found himself at your door.

He noticed light still leaking from the crack beneath the door, and brought his trembling hand up in a fist to knock against the wood.

You emerged from behind the door a second later, with that smile he just adores gracing your features.

“Hey, how’s it goi- Mirio, what’s wrong?”

The concerned look in your eyes was enough for him to snap. He collapsed himself in your arms and sobbed. He cried until there were no tears left to cry, and then he cried some more. “Is there anything I can do for you?” You mumbled into his hair. The pain he was feeling brought back memories of the loss of your mother the year prior.

“Will you stay with me? Just for the night?” He answered.

“Of course, baby.”

Baby. A name you only ever called him during sex.

His head hurt too much to wonder about the implications of it. He smiled as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Baby, huh?”

“Mhm.”

Nothing else was said between you that night. Nothing needed to be said. You both understood quite well.

I wish we could be more, but the timing isn’t right.

Mirio looks back into your eyes. He wasn’t sure how long you had been sitting on his hospital bed, watching intently as he searched for the right words to say.

“(Y/N),” He started again. “I’m sorry.” Before you could ask what he was sorry for, he went on. “I love you. I love you so much more than you could possibly know. And I know that we always told ourselves that the time wasn’t right, but after almost dying I-” He stopped, trying his best to hold in the tears that threatened to overflow. “I almost died, and the entire time I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wished I got to tell you this sooner. How I could have made more time for you and I didn’t. I hated myself for it. And now that I’ve made it out alive, and I’ve lost so much, I can’t bring myself to risk losing you too.”

Mirio’s tears flowed freely down his cheeks, being wiped away by your thumb only to have more flow in their place.

“You’re so stupid.” You finally answered. “You’re not gonna lose me.”

“I’m not?”

“Are you kidding?” You took his face in both of your hands, kissing him gently. “We’ve been doing this for three years. Do you think I’m gonna give this up now? I love you. I always have.”

“I love you so much.” He tells you again between sobs. “You mean everything to me. I’m never gonna leave your side again. I’m so sorry.”

“Baby it’s okay. It’ll all be okay. The worst of it is over. I promise.” You sit with him in silence for another long while, pressing soft kisses all along his face until the sound of the door to his hospital room caught your attention. In walked a little girl with hair the color of snow and big sad eyes that you couldn’t look away from. Holding her hand was her former homeroom teacher. You smiled brightly at both of them. “Hey, Mirio. You have a visitor.”

𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟 — 𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑘𝑒𝑖

note — this is a fem!reader oneshot but if i do actually write more of these, they’ll just be gender neutral. this is also really messy because it’s the first time i’ve done something like this.. anyway, i hope you enjoy it! WAIT I FORGOT TO ADD THAT THIS IS BASED OFF OF WISH YOU WERE SOBER BY CONAN GRAY!! okay bye <3

pt two

word count — 1958 words

tsukishima kei has a crush on you, one of his best friends

it’s sort of obvious to everyone except for you, which is really cliché but hey !!!

he can’t ignore his feelings and you’re very oblivious to the point where it’s ridiculous

an example? tsukishima will literally stare at you for like 10 whole minutes during class and you’ll finally look up from your desk but when you catch him

all you do is give him the biggest grin before going back to work which makes him wanna slam his head into his desk repeatedly

he’ll even compliment you and buy little snacks for you during breaks at school

“[last name], here. i got you that dumb chocolate snack you like...”

and you would turn from yamaguchi and look at tsukki like he was the one who put all the stars in the sky

“you... you got my favorite snack for me?” here you go tearing up and him refusing to make eye contact while holding his hand out

you immediately stand up give him a giant hug and stuff your face into his chest, he grunts and rolls his eyes before shaking you off and dropping the snack on your lunch box

a tiny bit of blush is visible on his face and yamaguchi snickers on the side

“hey, [last name]. your, uh, your hair looks cute today.” he stares at his feet as the three of you are walking to school together

“woooow, so i don’t look cute every day, tsukki?” you turn to him with a slight smirk on his face. he shoves you and scoffs, “shut up before i take it back, dummy.”

you’re just purely oblivious to every attempt he made to get farther with you,

this was the farthest he was gonna be able to get anyway seeing as he was a very awkward person when it came to dating and things like that.

tsukishima isn’t that type of person to socialize with a lot of people but you were. you’re that type of friend that would see one of your friends in the hallway while walking with tsukki and strike up a random conversation while he’s standing there awkwardly

but you refused to let tsukki continue to be that person 😡

which is why you were now begging him to go with you to one of the pre-summer parties!!!

“c’mon, tsukki, pleeeeeease! pretty please with a cherry on top!” you tug at his shirt and give him a puppy dog eye expression while he was dragging the both of you to the cafeteria

“no.” your jaw drops and you scoff, “why noooooot? you never go to parties with yamaguchi and i.” you give him the look again as soon as he looks down at you which causes him to whip his head back up

a noticeable blush on his face while he grumbles under his breath. “what?” you quirk your eyebrow at him

“because i don’t know anybody you know!” he stops walking and stuffs his hands into his pockets

you gasp and pout once again (it’s your thing), “yes you do! it’s kuroo’s party!!” he rolls his eyes (and that’s his thing hehe) before walking off again with you falling behind

“please, please! i won’t ask for anything else ever again! i promise, i really do like i’m serious this time!” you were now pleading in the middle of the hallway which had several people staring at you like you were out of your mind

“you said that last time when you begged me last minute to help you study for our math exam.”

“well-” he cuts you off, “and when you wanted to go get milkshakes at 1am.” you wince and try to argue against him

“but-” you groan as he lists another example, “also that one time when you begged me to watch that new horror movie with you because you were scared to go alone.”

“okay! okay! that was not my fault! there were a lot of jumpscares so i needed you! but this is different, i really do promise. pleeease, i won’t ask for anything e-”

“fuck! fine, i’ll go. just stop talking about it.” you squeal and throw your arms around him. “thank you, thank you, thank you, tha-” he flicks you in the forehead and you jump back but the grin was still visible on your face

“hurry up, yamaguchi is waiting.” he stares at the ceiling while walking but you just kept rambling on about the party

a few days later when it was finally friday night, you face timed tsukishima and as soon as he answered you shrieked

“ooooooo, tsukki! who you lookin’ cute for?” you give him a smile paired with a wink.

“when are we supposed to be there?” he ignores your question and gives you an annoyed look.

“in like thirty minutes! yama is catchin' a ride with suga, daichi, hinata, and kags. they told me to just go with you, i guess they don’t enjoy my company.” you let out an artificial weep while clutching your invisible pearls.

he chuckles while staring at your expression, “well you saying that sounds like you don’t enjoy my company, so maybe i’ll just go alone-”

“nope, see you in a few, love you!”

tsukishima heard the familiar sounds that play after a facetime call ends and he sighs

after a few minutes of preparing to go get you and what to say, he finally heads out. when he finally arrives outside your home, tsukishima rests his head on the steering wheel.

what the fuck is he gonna do at this party?

he can’t just stay by your side the whole time... or can he? NO! he can’t, you probably wouldn’t allow it and force him to socialize.

tsukishima huffs and eventually decides to pull himself out of his car to retrieve you. as soon as he knocks, somebody screams “i’m coming!” and stomping is heard.

the door is swung open and you’re stood there in all your glory. the blonde boy can feel his heart stop and it feels as if he literally stopped breathing. you look really pretty, like really, really pretty.

you’re wearing baggy ripped jeans that sort of clings to your waist with a rainbow crop top and it’s paired with boots that are barely visible because of the jeans. an accidental “wow.” flows from the tall boy’s lips

“what? do i look cute?” a wide grin appears on your face as you spin to show off your look

he covers the bottom half of his face and it’s barely audible when he says “you look pretty.” you giggle and push at his shoulder, “better be careful, tsukki! you might fall in love with me!”

when you finish your sentence, you throw a kiss his way and he just walks back to his car before you catch him looking like a tomato. “wait! wait, wait!”

you quickly close and lock your front door to chase after him. he opens the passenger seat door and waits for you to get inside before closing it. “woooooah! tsukki is becoming a gentleman now!”

“shut up.” and the drive begins to kuroo’s house. it doesn’t take long because you both just begin talking about anything that comes to mind and when you finally get there, a bunch of greetings is said.

immediately, you’re both separated and talking to different people. there were moments when you crossed paths but you were on the other side of the room, downing drinks with your other friends

and whenever he tried to make his way towards you, yamaguchi would drag him to do some random activity like play beer pong or whatever

time had passed and though tsukishima didn’t know how much, he was already tired. he felt somebody’s hand latch onto his arm and begin pulling him towards a room

“tsukishima, c’mon! we’re playing spin the bottle!” your hand clutches harder as you turn to look at him and you have a soft flush on your face along with a small smile

there was a large group in the living room playing childish games in a circle as you pulled him down and he plops with you. “let’s go! tsukishima is finally livin' a little.” bokuto screams and throws his hands

“only because [last name] is forcing him.” hinata says and gets nudged by yachi with a light glare. the game begins and a bunch of random kisses are shared. kuroo and bokuto, shimizu and akaashi, and sawamura with a girl he didn’t know

finally someone had spun the bottle and it landed on tsukishima, but you squealed out of anger. “absolutely not!”

kuroo cackles, “why not, [last name]?” everyone starts giggling while some are waiting to see what you argue with

“tsukki can’t kiss anyone but me!” you cross your arms across your chest and turn to stare tsukishima down with intimidation which, clearly, wasn’t working as few started bursting into laughter

yachi is looking at you with wide eyes, sugawara has his head in his hands, and kageyama is wheezing at tsukishima’s flustered expression.

“hey! tsukishima, seems like [last name] has a big crush on you!” nishinoya snickers while tanaka is sitting beside him losing his mind.

tsukki scoffs and stands the both of you up, “i’m going to take her home before she embarrasses herself. good night, don’t do anything stupid.”

“we won’t!” “we’ll try!” and with that, he was off while dragging you to his car with him

“awe... tsukki, does that mean you don’t wanna kiss me?” he can actually hear the pout in your voice. “that’s not it, [last name]. j-just be quiet.”

he began playing music to keep you occupied during the car ride back to your home as he thought about what the literal fuck just happened.

when he finally pulled up at your house, he went to your side to let you out but you started making grabby hands at him which obviously meant: you weren’t getting out this car unless he carried you.

a few minutes later and after a bit of arguing, the tall boy was now holding an already asleep girl in his arms like you were a toddler. you had given him your house key before just incase so it was easy for him to get you inside.

he helped you change into your pajamas and prepared headache pills and water for you in the morning when you would wake up with a hard hitting headache along with a tiny note on the side. he gave a light kiss to your forehead before leaving.

as soon as he reached his home, tsukishima cleaned himself up before laying down to rest.

he sighs as he lays there because fuck. he’s really in love with the cutest idiot on earth.

now he regrets leaving that note, and he’s stressing over the fact that he had too much confidence in that moment.

tsukishima eventually, after 30 minutes of overthinking, falls asleep.

when you rise in the morning, you look an absolute mess. you groan with a grumble of annoyance and turn on your side to see what tsukishima left.

immediately, flashbacks of last night come to your brain. you stuff your face into your pillow as you let out an embarrassed scream.

you completely embarrassed yourself in front of your best friend.

after wallowing in self pity for a few minutes, you reach for the pills and the water and finish them off.

when you’re done and turn back over to see if he left anything else, you see the note and grab it with swiftness.

What you said was really sweet but I wish you were sober when you said it. - Tsukishima Kei

one more time | pt. 4

IN WHICH: a nighttime visit turns into a whole other session.

INSPIRATION: she — harry styles, the less i know the better — tame impala

WARNING: this series will have smut in it and is pretty sexual all around ( read with caution ). there are implications of sex right off the bat, and everyone is 18+ and in their senior year. there’s also family problems mentioned.

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6

The sound of his doorbell going off terrified Ricky in more ways than he wanted to admit.

He had spent five minutes getting ready to answer the door. The metal bat in his hand and the comical hockey helmet he put on were only precautions; who would ring at 12:16 AM? It only had to be a serial killer, and Ricky Bowen wasn’t going to be one of the stupid teens in every horror movie ever.

He was smart. He’d beat them up.

“Okay, Ricky. Just open the door.” Ricky jumped on the balls of his feet, his eyes trailing up to the peephole on his door. He nodded to himself, turning his head to crack it as he continued to hype himself up. “Peephole. Right— peepholes are great,” Ricky muttered, peering through the small hole.

You were standing outside. The rain that was pouring outside didn’t seem to phase you as you stared at the red rain boots you wore.

Ricky’s shoulders slumped ( he totally wasn’t excited for a serial killer to be at his door ) at the sight of you, relief coursing through his veins as he opened the door. Leaning cooly against his doorframe, Ricky managed a smirk past the hockey helmet over his head. “You look glum.”

“And you look stupid— who did you think was at the door?” You retorted, an eyebrow raising in question.

“Freddie Krueger. Jason Voorhees,” Ricky counted the names on his fingers, and even your sadness couldn’t stop the smile that crept on your face. “Hannibal Lector, the live-action Cat in the Hat—“

“You were scared of that movie?” you asked, cocking a brow in amusement. “I should’ve known you were a pussy,” you remarked, laughing softly at the ‘hey!’ he let out. You ducked under his arm, entering his house and shaking the rain from your hair like a wet dog.

“Umbrellas are a great invention.”

“Shut up, Bowen.” You shrugged off your coat, hanging it up alongside the other coats. You knew he was looking at you; rarely did you ever come to his house without a warning. “Stop staring.”

“I’m not,” Ricky retorted, averting his eyes to anything that wasn’t you. He pulled the hockey helmet off his face, shaking the mess of hair he had on his head. He watched you from his peripheral vision, your actions less lively than usual as you made your way to his kitchen. “I’m guessing you didn’t sneak out just for the hell of it.”

“Usually I do,” you answered, eyes darting up and down his pantry for anything edible. You knew you left some chips from the last time you were here. “My parents were arguing again. They were too loud, so,” you reached up for the familiar bag of chips. “I came here.” You didn’t want to get into the details of your parents’ problems. Ricky already knew most of them, from the growing rumors of an affair to your mom’s want to leave both you and your dad. “The only time they can get along is when they’re yelling at me,” you added quietly, almost inaudible.

“Stay as long as you want,” Ricky hummed, coming up behind you and reaching for a box of cereal. You always ranted to him because you knew he understood what you were going through. After everything that happened between his parents in his junior year, how could he not? “I can put on a movie or something.”

“Horror?”

“Sure. We can pick it apart like we always do,” Ricky said with a crooked grin, one that made you smile back. “We are still allowed to do stuff like that, right?”

“Like what?” you asked, making your way to his couch and flopping down on it.

“Normal friend stuff. I mean, we’ve had sex,” Ricky paused, staring up at his ceiling in thought. “Multiple times, In a lot of places,” he turned to the couch where you sat, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Your point?”

“Wouldn’t it be weird?”

“It hasn’t been weird,” you stated, sending him a puzzled look. “Has it been weird for you?”

“No!”

“Then what’s makin’ you change your mind?” you pressed further, the overwhelming feeling of curiosity making you ask him.

Ricky let out a sigh, clicking on a random movie. It seemed cliche enough; teenagers lost in the woods. Normally, the most cliche ones were the funniest ones to pick apart. He threw the remote back onto the living room table. “This girl asked me on a date today.”

Your eyebrows raised, surprised at the lack of emotion you had as you nodded. “Who? What’d you say?” you asked with a beaming smile, shaking him gently and making him let out another loud sigh. He picked a random horror movie, not bothering to look at the summary as he put it on.

“Just this girl I got paired up with for science. I went out with her today.”

“And? You can’t just leave it at that!” you pressed on, leaning into him with a cocked brow. Why didn’t he tell you? Usually you’d help him out with everything when it came to date, from what he was supposed to wear to where he was going to take her.

“She sucked; she kept on judging every little thing I did. All the jokes I made?” Ricky sucked in a breath, feigning disappointment. “She took them too seriously. When I said that I’d kill for a burrito, I actually don’t mean it,” he said, trying to keep a straight face as he felt you hit him as you laughed.

“Holy shit, she thought you were gonna kill someone?” you forced out behind bundles of laughter, throwing your head back as more guffaws left your chest. “I’m sorry, it’s just—“ you cut yourself off, a string of uncontrollable giggles following and making him bite back a grin.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, giggles,” Ricky said, words dripping with sarcasm as he looked at you from his peripheral vision. “I hope a jumpscare bites you in the ass,” he muttered.

“Aw, Ricky,” you sing-songed, nudging him playfully with a shit eating grin. “I’m sorry,” you said, your smile anything but sorry. Ricky still refused to look at you, faking the silent treatment and making you sigh. Ricky pulled his eyes away from the movie, setting them onto you and raising a brow.

“Are you really?”

“No, not much,” you grinned, and Ricky chuckled as he shook his head. He felt you move closer to him, putting your head on his shoulder like you always did when you both had movie nights. It was nothing but platonic.

The movie was watched in silence, the beginning dragging on for longer than you liked before the first teen separated from the group.

“She’s so gonna die,” you muttered, head still on Ricky’s shoulder. You felt him nod, eyes focused on the screen, and the music from the T.V picked up. The tension grew along with the devilish idea in your head. Ricky was staring at the screen with wide eyes, goosebumps rising on his skin, and the girl opened the door—

You let out a yelp. Ricky screamed bloody murder.

Ricky’s chest heaved, hand on his chest as he stared at you with frightened eyes. You were laughing, practically falling off the couch in laughter. Ricky swore he saw tears in your eyes.

“Y/N, stop,” Ricky whined, his high-pitched voice only making you laugh harder and clutch your stomach.

“I forgot how easy you were to scare!” you giggled, trying to calm yourself by breathing deeply.

“Please don’t do it again,” Ricky muttered, face burning with embarrassment.

“Or what?” you challenged, the smile on your face contrasting your glum expression moments before. It felt nice to smile, to laugh without having to worry about people yelling at you to stop. Usually, that was how things worked at your house.

Ricky moved closer to you, your smile faltering just a bit at the slightly determined look in his eyes. You knew the game he was playing.

“What’re you gonna do about it, Bowen?” you joked, knowing fully well what you were doing with him. You saw the way he clenched his jaw, and how the movie suddenly sank into the background as his attention was focused on you.

Ricky leaned forward just as you did, your lips pressing against each other. Your hands go to the sides of his head, pulling him down over you as your back hit the couch. Ricky hovered over you, deepening the kiss and making you let out a small moan in response.

He detached his lips from yours before reattaching them to your neck, making you tilt your head back to give him more space. You felt Ricky’s lips go down, his lips sucking a mark right above where your sweatshirt started to cover your skin. You felt him bite down, making you gasp, and you could practically hear him smirk smugly at the reaction.

Ricky’s hands tugged your sweatshirt up in a silent plea for it to come off, shivers running up and down his body when he felt your hands trail underneath his shirt. Wordlessly, you sat up and tugged it over your head, throwing it somewhere in the living room. You lifted your hips, pulling your pants off and revealing the black panties you wore.

Ricky swore he forgot how to breathe.

In turn, you tugged his shirt off, tossing it behind him. You pulled his joggers down, letting out a laugh when his lanky legs got stuck in them. Ricky sent you a sheepish grin, pulling them down his legs as quickly as he could. That too was thrown behind him, and you pushed him back, making his back hit the couch.

You straddled him, listening to the groan he let out when he felt you grind onto him. Ricky was looking up at you through his eyelashes, his mouth slightly agape as he breathed heavily. It was sinful how innocent he looked under you, gazing at you as if you were a goddess on earth.

To him, you were. To him, you had to be the most beautiful person, inside and out.

You looked down at him, leaning down to his neck and attaching your lips to his skin. Ricky let out a whine when he felt you suck in a mark right under his hear, the sound influencing you in more ways than one.

“Protection?” Ricky breathed, eyes shutting tight when he felt you grind down against him again. You were teasing him, the equally teasing smile on your mouth making him melt into a puddle.

“I’m on the pill,” you mumbled, pulling away from his neck and hovering over his dace. Your eyes were hungry and dominating, sending a sense of thrill down Ricky’s spine as he looked back at you with a lustful haze. It was obvious that he was enjoying it, being under you and having you tower over him.

Your hands went up to his neck, fingers wrapping around it as you grinded down onto him. He let out a moan, hips bucking up subconsciously at your movements. Your hand pressed against his throat only spurred him on more.

You pushed your panties aside.

—

The sunlight hit you in the face, making you rub the sleep away from your eyes.

You and Ricky had made it up to his room after having a few rounds on his couch. The stamina you both had was unbelievable, even for Ricky ( who you knew secretly loved working out ).

You opened your eyes, succumbing to the bright light shining through. The cotton white sheets that covered your naked frame brought you warmth, and you gently stretched. Only when you moved did you notice the arms that were wrapped around you, pulling you close to him.

Ricky never did that. He knew that you didn’t like having arms wrapped around you after sex.

You pulled his arms off of you, heart beating rapidly in your chest as you moved to the other edge of the bed. It brought back too many painful memories of him. Ones you never wanted to remember.

“Luka!” you squealed, head thrown back in laughter when you felt the arms that were once sleepily wrapped around you poke you in the stomach. You turned to him, face-to-face with your boyfriend.

“Aw, I never knew you were ticklish, babe,” Luka said, the crooked smile on his face making you roll your eyes. The sunlight that shone through his windows hit him perfectly, showing you the freckles that littered his skin. Your finger reached up, gently touching each of the little kisses of sun that were on his face. You moved your finger between them, connecting them like dots.

“What’re you doing?” Luka asked softly, cerulean blues observing your face.

“Counting your freckles,” you replied, making a smile appear on his face as he pulled you close to him. You turned around, making yourself the little spoon as he held you closer to him.

You moved your legs to the side of his bed, letting them hang off the edge. You let out a shaky exhale, the feeling of Ricky’s hands on your waist burned into your skin. You reached for his drawer, opening it and grabbing a random shirt. You pulled it over your head, standing up and stretching the tension away.

You hated how even the little things reminded you of him.

“Y/N? Are you leaving?” You heard Ricky’s groggy voice ask, his head peeking out from his blankets. His curls were like a bird’s nest, messed up from your hands sifting and roughly tugging on his hair last night.

“No— I can’t do that to you, you know that,” your words were soft, almost pointed towards yourself as you climbed back into bed. You pulled the blankets over you, making sure you kept a distance away from him.

“You okay?” Ricky asked, voice gentle and inviting as he gazed at you. He wasn’t blind to the sudden space between you both, his choice of wrapping his arms around you not even a memory in his mind. You knew he didn’t mean it, that he had always liked holding onto others, but the feeling always left you pained.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you mumbled, your eyes meeting beautiful hazel ones as he looked at you.

Ricky observed you, taking in the little details. The messiness of your hair. The small amount of mascara that was smudged under your eye. The blooming hickeys he left on your neck that led to unholy placed under his own shirt. The way your eyes drooped because it was too early for you, and how your hair was a mess of tangles thanks to his hands running through them the night before.

Something changed when he looked at you. Ricky’s mouth fell agape at that moment, and something clicked.

He didn’t know what his epiphany was, but he didn’t want to find out.

—

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Wounded Hearts 1

Summary: When John Winchester leaves his two high school-aged sons in a motel in Fairfax IN while he goes off on a hunt, they both make friends. What happens after they have to suddenly leave when John comes to fetch them? Will those friendships endure? Does Dean leave a piece of his soul behind?

Word Count: 3,635

A/N: This is a sequel to Past Haunts, but it’s mostly what happened in the thirteen years between high school and when Sam and Dean return to take care of a haunting in their old stomping grounds of Truman High. The first couple of chapters will be mainly Dean’s POV and then after that, each chapter will switch from Dean’s POV to Rebecca’s POV. I will label them appropriately.

October 14,  1996   Dean’s POV

I watch with pride as Sammy schools some kid. My brother might not look like much but he can fight. I guess all the times sparring with Dad and I have paid off. He gets a few good punches in before laying the bully out. I smile widely as Sam tells the kid that he’s not tough, he is just a jerk. The crowd begins chanting ‘Dirk the Jerk’.

One of the onlookers turns to walk away and slams right into me. I look down to see a girl from a couple of my classes. It takes me a minute to remember her name. Rebecca. Rebecca Quentin.

The blush on her cheeks and the way she pushes her hair behind her ears is adorable as hell! She looks down at the ground after she apologizes but I’ve got to tell her it’s okay. No harm, no foul.

“Hey Rebecca, right?”

I get a glimpse of what a spitfire she is, when I accidentally call her ‘honey’.

“I’m not your honey, Dean!” she rages and honestly it is cute as fuck! 

I smile and try to make up for my obvious mistake. “Listen, Becks,” I begin and cringe at another faux pas. ‘Dammit Dean keep it together.’ “Is it alright if I call you that?”

I sigh and relax when she nods her head that the nickname is okay.

“We got off on the wrong foot. Let me make it up to you. We can go get a bite to eat.” She looks like she is about to reject my offer so I quickly counter. “I’ll even bring my little brother so it won’t look like a date. If that’s what you’re afraid of.” 

When she agrees I can practically feel my heart rate pick up. This girl is beautiful with her gorgeous blue eyes and brown hair. She is a vision and she just agreed to go out with me! Well, Sammy too, but I get to talk more and learn about this angel.

I call Sammy over, never taking my eyes off her. As we leave the school grounds, I wonder if she is aware that she has strategically placed Sammy between us. Was that intentional or just a coincidence? The two of us carry most of the conversation during our trip since Sammy has his nose in some book, the big nerd!

Rebecca Quentin is 17 years old, the same age as me; a senior and is planning on going to college to become a Psychologist. She tells me that she has her heart set on Harvard.

“You must be really smart,” Sam quips glancing up at Rebecca before going back to reading.

On our walk, I learn that she is an only child and lives with her parents on the other side of town. I can’t imagine not having siblings because, although he can get on my nerves, Sammy is my life. I have been protecting him since I was 4 years old, it’s my duty. 

As we pass a movie rental store, I get the bright idea for pizza and a movie in our motel room. After some coaxing, Rebecca agrees and I rush inside to get the movie. ‘All Saints Day’ is one of my favorites. 

Our money situation is getting sparse but I want to splurge for her so I grab a couple bags of popcorn at the checkout and after paying, I join Rebecca and Sammy on the sidewalk.

We walk to the pizza joint and go inside to place our order. I look around the nearly-empty restaurant as we wait. The lighting is bright but is dulled by the amount of wood inside. Dark wooden panels cover the walls with even darker wood beams line the ceiling. The tables are draped with red-and-white checkered table clothes with a candle and a condiment tray in the center. The whole ambience of the place gives off a romantic vibe and I imagine bringing Rebecca here for a date.

‘Get a grip Dean!’ I think to myself. ‘You just met the girl and had to persuade her to hang out with you. She’s probably not even interested in you like that; just too nice to say no.’ The waitress calls our name and I grab the boxes before we continue our trek to the motel. 

At the motel, I am a complete gentleman, holding the door for her to enter first and I even carry her food for her. We settle in, me on the floor and her on the end of my bed. We watch as David Yeager portrays the Hatchet man. Sometime during the movie Rebecca joins me on the floor and when a jumpscare scene comes up she hides her face on my shoulder. I smile as I lean over and whisper, “I’ll protect you.” That earns me a smile and from the look in her eyes, I can tell she actually believes and trusts me. I can’t help myself as I lean over and press my lips to hers, keeping it chaste and innocent because Sammy is right there.  A few minutes later she places her hand in mine and I entwine our fingers, a smile breaking out on my face. I am scared that if I acknowledge it she’ll pull away and that is the last thing I want her to do, so I sit there with a big old goofy grin. We finish the movie and polish off the rest of the food before Sammy begins complaining that he wants to go to the arcade. I only have $20 left for us to live on until Dad returns and the brat is getting on my last nerve.

Suddenly Rebecca speaks up and pulls some bills out of her pocket. “Here ya go. There’s an arcade down at the end. Go crazy!” she tells him, with a laugh.

Sammy’s whole face alights and he begins begging me to go. “Can I Dean? I promise not to go any further. And to come straight back when I’m done. Please?” 

I look at Rebecca and then to Sammy. That means Rebecca and I will be in the room alone, by ourselves. What if she is expecting something to happen. Fuck! I have not watched enough Casa Erotica on stolen pay-per-view for this. I don’t know what I’m doing. Fuck!

I pull Sammy to the side. “No further. And if you see anything...suspicious come back here. You know the codeword.”

Sammy repeats the codeword and is out the door in a flash. Well this just turned awkward. I run my hand across the back of my neck as I turn to look at Rebecca. I take a step closer to her as she steps closer to me. Before long, we are standing toe-to-toe and I can smell her strawberry, I think it’s strawberry at least, shampoo. Her lips are still slightly swollen from the kiss I gave her and I lick mine as I hesitantly reach for her. She walks right into my embrace and wraps her arms around my neck. I lean down and kiss her and OH MY GOD! This kiss is even better than the first. I take a chance and swipe my tongue across the seam of her closed lips and am surprised when she opens to let me lick into her mouth.

She tastes like heaven, if there is a heaven. Her tongue wrestles with mine and she moans as I begin lightly sucking on hers. My hands begin rubbing up and down her sides, the hem of her shirt catching on my fingertips. I pull back and look at her questioningly and she nods so I grab the garment and pull it over her head. She is wearing a little peach bra with a tiny little bow in between her breasts. I swear I could cum right now. She helps me pull my shirt off and then we discard the rest of our clothing until we are left in our skivvies.

We lay down and make out heavily on the bed. I feel like my dick is going to burst, it’s so hard. I slide her bra strap down and then reach behind her to unsnap it. Of course with my bumbling hands, I have trouble but I get it loose and Rebecca pulls it off, dropping it on the floor. 

I stare at the picture before me. Her nipples are hardening to little nubs as I gaze at them. Seeing breasts on television is one thing but fuck me, breasts in real life? There is no comparison. Gathering up all the courage I can muster, I dip my head and kiss one of the stiff peaks, flicking my tongue across it. Rebecca moans above me and her hands land on the back of my head. I continue laving her nipple all the while loving the sounds she is producing.

I slide my hand slowly down her stomach, praying she doesn't feel the tremble in it. My whole body is vibrating with nerves.  I have never gotten this far with a girl and I'm worried I will somehow mess this up. I want to satisfy and please her. When my fingertips meet her panties, I lightly run them along the edge. I look up to see Rebecca's eyes watching me. She wiggles her hips and smiles. I take that as her consent to keep going. 

I push up onto my knees between her legs, almost embarrassed at the obviousness of my arousal. I hook my fingers in her panties and pull them down. Once I get them to her feet I stand up and take them the rest of the way off. I grab the top of my boxers to remove them but my eyes land on her body. Taking my time, I run my eyes down from her face to her neck, over her heaving chest and gorgeous tits down her stomach to….her pussy. Fuck! I palm my dick as I look at the splendor before me. Her outer lips are bare and smooth and I can just see a peek of her clit. How the hell am I going to last, I'm already about to blow my load. I push my boxers down until they fall to the floor.

 Climbing back onto the bed,  I position myself between her legs and lean forward to capture her lips. My cock rubs against her inner thigh and oh my fucking god! How am I getting harder?!

Rebecca's back arches off the bed, breaking our lips apart. "Dean," she sighs and I look into her eyes. Holy shit! This is happening! I'm about to have sex. I sure hope to god Sam doesn't return anytime soon. "Do you have a condom?"

Fuck!! Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Yea I have a condom; one dad gave me when I turned 13, four years ago. Dammit to hell. 

I crawl off the bed,  trying to figure out if I want to take a chance with that old thing. I look around the room and spot a half wadded sandwich wrapper on the table. It keeps sandwiches fresh and dry so it should work right? I grab the plastic and notice a few crumbs stuck to it. I shake them off and proceed to wrap the cellophane around my dick,  making sure that the tip is covered well.  When I am satisfied with the protection, I climb back onto the bed and take my previous place. 

I grab the base of my dick and line it up with her entrance. "Ready baby?" I ask as sincerely as I can.

I’m nervous as hell but I want to make this good for her. I look down as I run the tip of my dick along her slit, her juices warm and slippery. I press in to breach her outer lips and notch myself at her entrance. I don’t know why but I am assuming this is her first time too. Maybe it’s the look of anxiety on her face or maybe I’m just seeing things. Either way, I want to ease her into this. Ok, yea and me too. “This might hurt and I’m sorry.”

I press into her and am immediately met with resistance. Yep, this is her first time too. Has to be, ain’t no way they are always this tight, right? I lean down and kiss her to swallow her cries as I pull out and push back in. A few more tries and our hips are flush, my dick is inside her! Holy shit, I am inside a girl and fuck does it feel wonderful! I have to bite my inner cheek to stave off the desire to shoot my load. It feels that fucking good!

When Rebecca whimpers, I freeze. Oh fuck! Did I hurt her? I should have been more gentle. ‘Good going Dean!’ I silently chastise myself. I wanted this to feel good for her, not to cause her any pain. I pull my upper body off her enough so that our foreheads are touching. Neither of us are moving, just our chests from the heaving breaths we are both taking. 

“Are you okay?” I ask, although if she would say no I think I’d have to kill myself. I don’t want to have harmed her in any way. 

Instead Rebecca grins up at me and nods her head. I feel relieved instantly. “Yea. Just keep doing what you are doing. It’ll get better.”

I start a slow and steady drive of pushing in and pulling out all the while trying to hide the euphoria on my face. I lean down and nuzzle into her neck, kissing the skin behind her ear.

Rebecca starts making these sweet little sounds that are so much better than anything I’ve ever heard on pay-per-view. It is music to my ears. I begin grunting on the push in and moaning each time I pull out. I swear I am in heaven. If there is a god, I want to shake that guy’s hand.

 Oh god! Now her pussy is squeezing me tight, making my momentum wobble. I can feel my nuts drawing up and I know I’m about to meet my end. White explodes my vision and I push in as far as I can, pulsing and shooting my load into that plastic sandwich wrapper. This is so much better than jacking off! 

Suddenly, Rebecca grabs my biceps; her fingers digging into my skin. She throws her head back onto my pillow with her eyes closed as she screams, “Oh god! Dean!”  I can feel her getting wetter and seeping out around my shaft.

I kiss along her collarbone, careful to keep my weight off of her as we both come down from that magnificent high. Now I know what all the excitement is about. Sex with a woman is phenomenal!

After cleaning up and getting re-dressed, the awkwardness creeps in. We stand in the middle of mine and Sammy’s motel room, just staring at one another with small smiles on each of our faces. Mine will probably be etched on and never go away.

“Well, I uh….I better get home,” Rebecca stammers, pushing her hair behind her ear. Does she realizes how fucking adorable and captivating that little habit is? Probably not, but it fucking is.

I don’t want her to go but I know she needs to get home. I look at my watch and balk as I see that it is almost 6 pm. So that means for almost an hour she and I had sex. Wow!

I grab her wrist and pull her toward me, running a finger down the side of her face. “See ya tomorrow, Becks.” I lean in and give her a quick kiss on the lips and wistfully watch as she opens the door.

Before leaving though, she looks back at me one more time and smiles. There is a sparkle in her eye and I can’t help but feel proud; I put that there. After the door closes, I turn to grab my flannel; might as well go hang out with Sammy in the arcade. Maybe whoop him in a game of Mario Kart. A spot on the bed catches my attention and my heart flutters when I realize what it is. There in the middle of my bed, is a splotch of Rebecca’s cum. I’ll sleep great tonight, with the knowledge that I finally got laid. And we both enjoyed it. The proof is right there. 

I pull my flannel on, checking to see if I had the room key before I strut down the side of the building to the room that the arcade is located in. I look through the window to see my nerdy ass brother sitting at a game for dorks; some type of trivia shit. I go to grab the door handle and wonder if Sammy will be able to tell a difference in me. I am no longer Dean Winchester, virgin but I am Dean Winchester, sex god. 

I challenge Sammy to a round of Lethal Enforcers, totally demolishing him. But at 13 Dad hasn’t let Sammy get much practice in with a gun. Not like he has with me; by the time I was Sammy’s age I could take apart, clean and reassemble almost any caliber weapon in Dad’s possession. I ruffle Sam’s hair as we head back to the room, much to his chagrin. 

“What’s got you in such a good mood Dean?” Sammy asks. “You and Rebecca do it?” I can tell by the playfulness of his voice and the smirk on his face, Sammy has no idea what transpired in our room.  In an attempt to play it cool and nonchalant, I puff out my chest and say, “Yea. I rocked her world.”

Sammy rolls his eyes and continues walking towards the room. I shudder at how much of a jerk I sound like. It was nothing like that at all. What happened between Becks and I was magical and wonderful and I wouldn’t mind doing it again. At that thought, I remind myself to invest in some newer condoms. 

The next morning

I can’t wait to get to school. I have first period with Rebecca and I am hoping to be able to sit beside her. That is, if Amanda Heckerling and her flunkies leave us alone. There is a skip in my step as Sammy and I walk the two blocks to the school. But it falls away when the cell phone in my pocket begins ringing. I know there is only one person with this number and there is only one reason he would be calling. Dad is done with his hunt and is on his way to pick us up. I curse as I take the phone out of my jacket pocket and flip it open.

After the call, I tell Sammy the news. “Dad will be here by lunchtime to pick us up. Do you have everything in your bag?” We had long ago learned to carry our personal possessions with us instead of leaving them in whatever motel room we stayed in. Easier for Dad to just pick us up and leave town before any questions or concerns arose. 

“Yep,” Sammy answers and I can tell he is as melancholy as I am at the thought of leaving this town. In the three weeks we’ve been here, we have both made friends and hated leaving them behind, knowing we’d probably never see or hear from them again.

I go about my normal routine, checking in at homeroom and grabbing my shit out of my locker before heading to English Lit. As soon as I walk in I spot Rebecca but instead of the smile I expect to see on her face, she looks down. Is she ashamed of what we did? Did she tell someone and they made fun of her for having sex with the boy from out of town? I walk past her and take my usual seat at the back. I can’t wait for Dad to get here so we can get out of this shithole! Lunchtime cannot come soon enough.

At lunch, I track down Sammy and we go to the front of the school to wait on Dad. As we hear the rumble of the Impala coming we both look up at the building morosely. The best and worst things happened here. I met a girl and had sex just for her to turn around and deny she even knew me. “This place sucks. Come on Sam,” I say as I head around the front of the car to get into the front.

As we pass the sign that thanks us for visiting Fairfax, I silently wish Rebecca Quentin a farewell. My heart constricts and I feel sick. I lean my head back against the seat, closing my eyes and daydream about blue eyes and dark brown hair and soft silky skin. 

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Fright Night - 2011 - 2/5

we start , very, very high. its ominous to begin, the dreamworks opening dark and spooky and slow. scrawled font glides across dark stormy clouds and we're over a small square, isolated suburb. a house is on sale. that's the Charmed font.

oh my god what is that david tennant what the fuck was not expecting that.okay so this is a modern Fright Night.  and david tennant sis peter vincent. okay what a jump scare just happened the dog is scared, and this girl is dead and he's covered in blood and holy shit its the senator. wow the bed was bloody where his dad was scrambling for the gun hidden beneath the mattress that the boy finds. oh his dads body is sliding away and what the fuck is that im scared what the hell holy shit. ohh cool title card. nice symmetry in the birds eye. just a happy, normal small neighbourhood, everyone is diverse and happy and the kids are playing outside. holy shit its that dead guy poor ol mate.oh its hereditary mum.  they got a chill equal relationship just chatting like friends more than parent adn child. and the mum's intelligent and assertive and smart and a real estate agent. this is very very different from the original fright night. is it really the same movie? is it oh its the girl from 28 weeks later nice she's hot and eyy pumped up kicks is playing damn. I'm pretty sure they're both like 25 and playing as  oh holy shit its like zac efron's brother. trumping all over stereotype. what the hell its the weird super bad creepy guy comedian dude 'Brewster' it's the weird cackling kid. they've got relationship issues they're both geeks but brewster got hot and with the hot girl and rose through the 'social ranks' and they had to stop being friends. weird kid is threatening to show all his new friends embarrassing stuff from the past. oh my fucking god oh my god colin farrell. holy shit. oh my god. and damn she is Amy I'm forgetting everything cause its so different. he's charming and fucking hot and buff with like a paled face.being all charming and neighbourly. wife beater and silver necklace and damn the way he bit that apple. what are they doing here crawling through the doggy door who's adam. outta nowhere weird kid tells him jerry's a vampire, like a 'by the way' situation where are they going why does he have a cross and stake? they just added a stock door opening noise. they're telling the realisations of hm being a vampire without actually showing any of it and the weirdo kid is the one interested and telling brewster that jerrys a vampire like what first he's not even met him he hasn't been involved or around him at all and now he's adamantly trying to argue that he is a vampire?? in the original brewster was obsessed and found out quick to the start all by himself and half the trouble was trying to convince everyone else too. now one of his friends is trying to convince him?? what?? and they're mentioning Twilight and weird kid is saying how he's not broody or whatever like show us what his personality is like why are you saying this it's like this long ass dialogue chunk in the middle of a completely irrelevant situation, all about Jerry. fucking weird man what the fuck. we've seen the guy once. he's got evidence? why are they in this house? why is this happening? this was the Charley show - his journey from fear to sorting Jerry out and his tension with the guy the weird kid was basically comedic effect now he's premature exposition guy? and he's the one who thought of peter vincent cause it showed him watching him all the time but now its the weird kid convincing him and now they're having relationship problems and brewster fkn pushed him damn son use your words wow he's a fucking asshole like die dude the fuck. oh damn what the fuck the bully just grabbed him off his bike fr riding down his street like its his turf what the hell there's like four streets in this suburb and now they're fighting who wrote this why bother calling it fright night its a whole nother (fkn messy shit) story he's literally chasing him over the fence like he wants to kill him damn this isn't bullying  fuck. what is this movie? oooooh jerry is hottttt i love me a murdererous manly man. weird kid is in big trouble. oh my god. oh my god did they get him to play fake grindelwald because of his role in this. damn he's turning weird kid and the cross falls dramatically from his hand. ohh he's a fuckin dick to his friend and now he's feelin all guilty and worried and reminiscing about the time he wasn't an asshole to his friend. wow we're not even half an hour in and half the original movie is gone and replaced by whatever high school drama movie this is.he walked into weird kid's room and didn't turn the light on? yeah alright. what the fuck. why is peter vincent fkn that 'sexy' emo magician man who was popular -Chris Angel Mindfreak. he found a laptop with evidence that jerry's a vampire videos on it. and here's Jerry and what's happening ahaha he's not gonna invite him in and its physically uncomfortable standing at the door he's literally stuck at the door and it's really really obvious.  damn that was cool though passing the beer through the doorway and the communication in their eyes and now he's perving on his mum is this acting intentional? like he looked really unsure what to do with himself was that in character or?? he's looking around all paranoid he's perving on all the girls he's threatening him really obviously i can't tell if i like it more than the smooth suave chilling conversation that was driving charley mad at the start of the other one. jerry telling him to 'manage' the women in his life cause its his job to keep them safe. now they're doing the distracted disinterested in Amy play and she's the one coming onto him strong  and what are we gonna see this. this is literally worse acting than the screaming kid in the first one it's like halfhearted. now the movie's settling in for like a spookier, much darker version of the  nah nevermind its like a padded retelling. there's no billy in this one, just Jerry - who's gonna cover him during the day? original was a squad effort movie - bunch of kids and an old man going up against a vampire. not anymore its just this obviously mid 20s guy sneaking around in a dark house to quiet, eerie music. wait he's in Jerry's house? oh cause Jerry drove off. ooh Jerry's got awesome creepy office with spooky drawings on the walls why is this place so dark goddamn turn on the lightswitch. he's got costumes for hunting damn that's cool. and here he returns uh oh run charley run. try escape the vampire now that you're in his lair. a secret door to like a jail block in the wall? what he's letting himself be close in? what is he doing how did Jerry whip this up?jumpscare lol lame it's Doris. you telling me he's gonna lockpick the lock okay he's never done it before but okay. god he's hot. the swooning blond in the arms of a vampire. it's like hella horrific oh my god she just shushed Charley where he hid in the other room. drinks from her all orgasmic and tosses her back in the room. damn he looks good with a bloodstained mouth lickinn his lips and shit. good luck picking with a bobby pin you're hilarious holy fuck she's tiny, like a limp ragdoll. ew why is he watching skanky girls on TV. tryna tell me he's watching the TV so loud that he can't hear they panting and crying. yeah he can he's outta the chair - there's no reflection and he's like crying damn this is tense. such a nice house. strutting around, drinking beer, vaguely amused at everything. he just caught an apple. it's like he knows something amusing no one else does.  but does he actually kno-- oh my god yeah he does that's awesome. oh holy fucking shit holy shit holy fucking shit she was a vampire she fucking exploded in the sunlight. his jumper s covered in her ash that's messed, Jerry stood inside listening and laughing to himself as he bit into the apple. now he's out here being the one looking up peter vincent - that entire start was completely pointless they should've cut out all of the weird kid stuff. now he's snubbing his girlfriend too this is how it should have all begun here comes david tennant. what the hell he's pulling a secret swipe identity thing to try get in to see vincent and vincent is a gross slimeball of a david tennant why are all these men slimy he's pretending to be a reporter she's walking around in a bra, vincent is an expert on vampires and the lot - not just using what he learned from doing his show and now she's using 'little girl' as a derogatory term for vincent. okay not the most attractive bod and i hate tattoos tbh at this point its true. god this whole thing is so edgy and wow okay here we go his hair is so much betterokay damn holy shit. it was the hair the hair was fucking me up okay holy damn all his facial hair is fake. and thank god his eyebrow piercing - wait nevermind all that 'expert' stuff was bulll? or is he mucking around? okay no its bull he isn't an expert. i can't believe how much hair affects someone. oh and his tattoo are right as well. damn he sounds schizo and vincent is fkn cold and that is some bad cgi and trying to be so dramatic its just a filter over the shot. oh and here's  zac efrons brother and eternal grunge guy.  ohh he's got creepy long nails and oh damn eating them and there's the blood oh fuck why is that hot im so disturbed. he's shaving stakes and its mum who confronts him and he's awwkard about it and now they've referenced 'Dark Shadows' as well as Twilight. these highschoolers are so serious and mature tryna talk to each other and here's Jerry at the door.this is a game to him but she's sticking up for her son and Jerry thinks its awesome or is it just oh damn he's coming back with a shovel and a power saw?? what's he doing??? where's he going oh my god what's he doing the girls are slowly realising that he might be right what is he digging up.flinging huge chunks of earth around. oh uh oh oh FUCK  THAT:s  GAS HOLY SHIT are you serious Jerry no holy daaaaaaamn he's blowing up their house I love it ahahaha 'dont need an invitation if there's no house' that is hilarious oh my god as if they're going to get out with what really he's gonna  oh wait he''s gonna take the dirt bike what the fuck he just threw the bike at them what is happening is this Michael bay. and now he's ramming them fuck he really wants them dead damn oh ahahah they have a tank of a car driving getting hit by a bike, smashing through a vampire and his big ass car. is he-- he's under the car that's amazing yeah okay like they survived that too oh he just lifted up the car oh what the fuck he looks like that shark guy from batman oh no why does he look like that who made him look like a shark he's eating that guy blood squirting, he's very animalistic like twitchy and shit too  black eyes eats a guy, morphs into something evil blood stained mouth cars all fucked up and he turns around 'hey' he greeted jovially, the girls run away - the mum just leaves her son to face off a vampire? yeah, okay. - and he calls 'catch you later!' damn some of this is gold and other bits are trash but so far they're evening each other out. he's oh damn he grabbed the cross and it lit on fire and he's got charley and was gonna stake him but mum popped up and shanked him through the shoulder with one of her real estate signs that's so lame, but he's screeching and flinging himself around making growling noises and now mum's fainted and hit her head and jerry's twitching out with a oh okay he hit him with his car again. jerry's all kinds of fucked but he heals up fine soon enough. vincent isn't charming; there's too much sex and money and cynical and assholey and its grotesque compared to the teenageriness of the original. and now mum's out for the count at the hospital lol  what's happening. he's shitting on the idea to call the police that's hilarious he wouldn't stop calling them in the first. i dunno i keep comparing them because these are the bits i 100% liked better in the other one. now he's talking about weird kid who disappeared ages ago. he's a loser - she likes him cause he's different; she's the popular girl who didn't want an ass bully to date. vincent's a drunk on top of everything. but he does know his stuff about vampires. there's different species different breeds - Jerry's a tribal snacker who keeps his victims alive for days and oh damn its weird kid he's a black eyed vampire and he's mad Jerry got him Vincents in his panic room the bra girl is dead weird kids arms off and now Jerry's coming and weird kid's twitching out and he looks like a wolf shark and they're being vulgar again he's hunting them down this is a serious relationship drama issue. if they're strong enough to like bend metal how did grabbing him hard around the neck not immediately crush it. they're fighting - like what; charley just took a deep clawing across the chest they're blocking and slashing and every ones smashing stuff and he just got weird kid at the neck and uh oh she's in trouble but she's got a gun but he's barely flinching oh what. how did she know that was holy water the cup was up too high for her to see there was even any water in it. dude they're strong when its plot convenient - how do these guys know how to fight with weapons he's just so chill with that slash across the chest. ahaha what the fuck she's like urging him to kill him aha he stabbed him all drama and she's in survivor mode like fuck outta the way everyone oh good he's pretty again. i'm disappointed no jerry/amy stuff though tbh she's spicy, he thinks this is a great time. he's just hunting them and its nightclub time are they gonna do the jerry amy thing no he grabbed her by the throat oh damn oh okay no that was pretty hot he's got a slash on his chest and the bouncers just grabbing it and he doesn't react fuck sake 0 that was pretty cool if not exactly what i wanted - he properly vampired her: blood on his lips he kissed her and it drugged her enough to take her neck in the middle of the club. and now a vampire killed vincent's parents and that's why he's a drunk but how'd he become a magician what's that got to do with anything. damn highschooler dropping moral truthbombs that immediately make adults change their mind immediately and wanna help him. how does that car still drive. this is so gay like he is overreacting he's dressed to go to war - i forgot he burned their house down he's got a fucking crossbow and he's dressed in like military shit and he's swinging the crossbow around like he's in the military, did they tell him to take this serious or like he shoulda been an awkward stumbling kid oh what the damn they'res a secret like basement damn he just broke a hip how is all of this under his house didn't just move in???he switched on the first light in the whole movie and it barely lit anything up so lame. so extra oh damn that tiddy damn nice just dodged an arrow oh fo real really is he the vampire who killed vincent's parents are you serious that's so lame. and now Amy's  what the fuck why is there like an entire institution beneath this house what is this. oh its the tribe?? they live in the dirt whoop her eyes are black but vincent's got a dramatic black leather jacket and a stake gun that just fucked up and he's just gonna stake her straight up they barely gave her time for her scary wide face he just stabbed her and ran and now she's eating her own blood and whoop vincent's being eatenoh really how did he know there was sunlight up there aren't we in the base meant isn't this place made of cement. damn he's hot with his shirt open. he just hissed at the beam of sunlight. even his fingernail burns oh that's cool he's in teh shadow and charleys in the sun beams as he taunts him about Amy and vincent's turning ahaha  and they're gonna wait til the sun goes down and in the meantime he's gonna like fuck amy in front of charley ahaha nice drinking bloods like sex. oh yeah okay what he's gonna what he's expecting to go up in flames what the fuck he'd oh no okay what the fuck as if. as the fuck if. first of all, charley is human and a crazed vampire is not and are you joking me that charley could survive being thrown around plus he's fucking on fire that should have destroyed him by now fucking burned to a crisp oh im so disappointed and okay yea being a vampire was just dark spirits? and now everyones free to die of their wounds aha jesus. his clothes would have seared into his skin, his goggles would have melted but no, completely unscathed. so lame. oh that was such a slow awkward dialogue. weird like one liner jokes throughout are we in vegas? oh nice they're fucking i really don't care i don't wanna see these 25 year olds why do we care what happens now Jerry's dead. jesus that was bad. please im so upset. oh well sometimes 1980s camp horror is better than cheap rushed or at least badly edited modern ones. disappointing man.

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum Characters: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Eventual Relationships, Accidental Baby Acquisition Summary:

The first thing Prompto wakes up to is concerned voices and someone fussing or whining.

It takes a few moments to sit up, adjust in the tent and glance around. It’s just Ignis, Gladio and a fussing baby. He blinks and looks again. The baby wasn’t here last night. ☆ ☆ ☆ A.k.a The astrals get tired of Prompto and Noctis' pining and decide to try and get them together

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Prompto wakes up later than usual, he must have been exhausted he figures. He yawns and opens an eye to find Solis fast asleep against him and Noctis practically snoring against him due to his sleeping position.

He blushes and gently brushes some of Noctis’ fringe from his face with a soft sigh. He smiles, tempted to kiss his forehead. He almost does before he gets too nervous and quickly retreats from the bed, baby son in tow.

“Afternoon.” Ignis speaks up as Prompto steps outside still in his pjs. He practically squeaks at Ignis and Solis smiles before jamming a fist into his mouth.

“W-What time is it? I should have ran today.” Prompto asks, securing Solis in his arms.

“Two in the afternoon.” Gladio replies, glancing up from his book. “You sick? You’re usually up earlier than that.”

Prompto pales and groans.

“Noct woke me up super early with the baby. Just tired I guess. Why didn’t anyone wake me up?”

“We tried several times.” Ignis replies as Prompto sits in on of the plastic chairs outside the caravan.

“You was cuddling up to Princess.” Gladio adds making Prompto choke on his own breath.

“Perhaps you should change.” Ignis states, quickly changing the subject matter to save Prompto from choking.

Prompto glances down noticing his vest and boxers and turns crimson. How he’d forgot he wasn’t ready was a mystery.

“Um...Yeah can someone take Sol?”

“Bring him over here.” Gladio says with a smile. He’s always been a natural with kids, he’s had experience with his little sister after all.

Prompto carefully gets up, handing the baby blonde over to Gladio before heading back into the caravan.

“You’ll be lucky if they confess before you turn five.” Gladio mutters to Solis who grabs his hair and tugs.

* * * Prompto changes quickly and heads back out to the others and after a few minutes a groggy but dressed Noctis comes out and joins them.

Ignis gives them their late breakfast which is as expected cold but the boys don't mind. Solis watches them from Gladio’s lap, beaming when one of his parents looks over at him. Yep this baby was going to be the death of them.

Gladio adds to that by smirking and attempting to make Solis wave at them, the duo soften and play the game right back as they wave to their baby boy. Said baby smiles brightly and wriggles excitedly making the boys laugh a little.

* * * All of them need a bath.

Noctis showers first then after he's done he waits until everyone else is done to offer to bathe Solis. Mostly because he has no idea how to go about it.

“He's far too small for the shower. Use the bowl.” Ignis says, gesturing to the empty washing up bowl in the sink.

“With dish soap?” Noctis asks, holding Solis.

Ignis sighs and Gladio rolls his eyes.

“Plain water for now.” Gladio replies. “Warm. Not too hot.”

Noctis carefully heads over to the sink, running the water.

“We'll get the proper supplies later but this will have to suffice for now.” Ignis says glancing over at Solis.

Noctis checks the water and turns it off. He glances over at Ignis and looks lost. Ignis heads over and helps prepare Solis for the bath before Noctis carefully places him into the bowl.

Solis whines looking unsure of his first bath at first but Noctis calmly talks to him trying to reassure him.

“Ok what do I do?”

Ignis hands over a washcloth and carefully dips it into the water before gently helping wash the squirming baby. Said baby wails, still unsure of his first bath so Noctis decides to do something he knows Prompto would do, sing.

He sings a Lucian lullaby to Solis who slowly begins to stop crying and starts to stare at him in awe almost. Noctis is oblivious that the others are too and that a freshly showered Prompto is staring too, jaw dropped.

Noctis continues before booping Solis on the nose with a smile when he finishes before he realises the others are staring. He blushes and looks awkward.

“W-What?”

“Nothing. Just surprised is all.” Ignis mutters, finishing up helping bathe Solis.

* * * They drive up to Lestallum fairly soon after, Prompto curled up fast asleep in the front, Noctis and Gladio are on baby duty.

Solis clings to Noctis, sometimes wiggling a little in Noctis’ arms making little noises to himself as he wiggles.

Today Solis is wearing a onesie with a hood and his feet covered, it’s a rather adorable black Chocobo one Prompto bought and dressed him in, Noctis can’t complain.

His tiny foot kicks gently Noctis’ arm making Noctis glance down at him, asking if he’s ok. Solis yawns in response and bleps moments later making Noctis smile.

Gladio glances over and smiles before looking up at Noctis moments later. “So far he’s more behaved than Iris was. She kicked me and wailed whenever I held her for a month.”

Noctis snorts and gently rocks Solis. “I’d cry if some giant loud eight year old was holding me.” he jokes, Gladio flicking his forehead moments later with a smirk.

“Like you would have held her. You were five and thought girls had germs.” Gladio replies. “Still not out of that phase yet.”

Noctis rolls his eyes and looks at Solis. “Just never really liked girls or got why people liked sex. I used to think something was wrong with me in high school.”he mutters.

“Oh yeah Iggy found you in tears in your apartment.”

Noctis pouts a little and sighs. “Not my proudest moment. I never thanked him fully for dealing with that. We just figured out I was ace and gay then I just passed out against him. I think the whole thing drained me.”

“You did thank me.” Ignis pipes up.

“I did?”

“You was half asleep when you said it.”

Noctis blinks. Honestly that would explain why he doesn’t remember.

“Still thanks for that.”

“No need to thank me.” Ignis smiles softly.

* * * They fall into a comfortable silence the rest of the drive, just listening to the music and Prompto quietly humming along to it.

Prompto gets up and turns around to speak to Gladio and Noctis and also coo at his baby. They’re talking about Kings Knight when Gladio sneezes loudly making Prompto and Solis jump.

Solis’ makes a startled expression which honestly makes Noctis laugh by how funny it looks. Said baby ends up crying seconds after making Noctis quickly stop.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” he says quietly to Solis, stroking his cheek and looking guilty. Seconds later he hears a rather loud noise, glancing up at Prompto before speaking up.

“Prompto!” he cries, pulling a disgusted face.

“It's not me!” the blonde cries, looking over at Solis. “It's him.”

“Oh yeah blame the baby.” Gladio adds.

“I swear it's not me! It’s coming from the back!” Prompto huffs, looking over at Solis again when it stops, the baby looks startled, blue eyes turned a shade of pink and filled with tears. That makes Prompto pale and stare but he doesn't want to draw attention to it, maybe he's hallucinating. “Yikes how can someone so tiny make a noise that loud?”

It takes Noctis and Gladio a little longer to believe it. Calling bullshit before said baby starts to wail immediately after.

“Ew....Could you wait until I'm not holding you next time? ” Noctis mutters making Prompto snort.

You’ve changed his diapers and this is gross?” Gladio asks in disbelief.

“Aw don’t make him feel bad dude, he’s probably gassy...Blame Gladio’s monster sneeze for jumpscaring it out of him. Plus could be waay grosser just saying.” Prompto gently tickles Solis and coos at him. “Aww It’s ok my little bean…It's just you….Um...Random question but do babies normally get scared over their own gas?”

“Never call our son a bean again.” Noctis says, sounding offended making Prompto snort.

“Not like you've done it loads in the car...Can't decide if it's worse with the roof up or down.” Gladio pauses before nodding at Prompto's question. “Some do.”

The royal turns crimson and huffs. “One time! Plus he’s like right on my arm! I've never done it on anyone!”

“He’s wearing a diaper.” Gladio replies. “Babies do this.”

Noctis grimaces.

“You've been his age once Princess.” Gladio mutters. “You've been this “gross” once.”

“Plus I mean you've made the air unbreathable in the car more than once. Just no one knows it's you unless it's a SBD or they look at your face. You're not subtle. Sol seems to be the complete opposite.” Prompto says.

Noctis looks mortified, trying to sink into the leather of his seat, his face pure red.

“Guess Sol takes after you then.” Noctis replies still a little embarrassed, making Prompto turn red. He feels a tad smug for making the blonde blush honestly.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You woke yourself up once with yo-”

“Can we please change the subject matter to something less juvenile?” Ignis pipes up with a sigh, reaching for his can of Ebony and taking a drink.

Prompto quickly turns back around and sits down before speaking up again.

“Ok soo what’s our plans when we get to Lestallum?” Prompto asks quickly changing the subject.

“We’re meeting up with Iris.” Gladio replies. “Stocking up and staying in a hotel.”

“We’ll have to do hunts and stuff for money at some point...Right?” Prompto asks.

“Certainly but for now we should be ok. If we have to, we’ll see if Iris can babysit Solis.” Ignis replies.

“...You sure that’s ok?” Noctis asks. “We don’t know what he’s like without us.”

“Fortunately we won’t find out immediately.”

“Yeah.” Noctis replies, relief easy to hear in his voice. He glances down at Solis, finding him yawning. Long car rides make him sleepy too.

The duo decide to take a nap for the rest of the journey moments later.

* * * By the time they reach the hotel, Solis is in a makeshift baby sling around Noctis’ chest. Noctis and Solis are just about awake maybe more so when someone rushes at Gladio.

“Gladdy!” a familiar voice yells lunging at his waist and cuddling the shield. Said shield grins and ruffles her hair.

He practically lifts her off her feet when he hugs her making the teenage girl laugh a little as she hooks her arms around his neck.

“Missed you kiddo.” he says with a smile.

“Missed you too.” she mutters.

Gladio carefully puts her down after a few moments and she dusts off her skirt despite the fact that it's clean and doesn't need it.

She then fixes her hair the best she can before welcoming the others with a hug. She goes to hug Noctis before pausing the moment she spots the baby.

“Aww~” she coos with a smile on her face, glancing at baby Solis. “...You didn't steal a baby from someone...Right?” her face drops, looking worried.

“Long story but no.” Prompto replies. “He's Solis...Solis...We didn't talk about last names.”

“Argentum-Lucis Caelum.” Noctis mutters to him, Prompto blushes a little and nods. It feels special hearing their last names together, it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He didn't expect a double barrel name and boy is it a mouthful but he feels like it fits Solis.

“Hi Solis~” Iris coos, gently offering a finger for Solis to grab which honestly he grabs the moment it's in reach. “I'm Iris, Gladdy's sister.”

Solis coos and kicks out a foot against the sling he's in before releasing Iris’ finger and yawning. Noctis smiles when he hears Iris gasp out how that was so cute and goes to stroking Solis’ cheek.

“I'll go secure us a room.” Ignis speaks up, heading into the hotel lobby.

“Ask if they have any cribs.” Noctis adds as Ignis walks in.

“Oh em gee, it's gonna be his first hotel stay.” Prompto mutters, glancing over at the little blonde baby.

“Where have you had him?” Iris asks.

“Camping and a caravan. He's not been around for long.” Noctis replies and Iris looks horrified.

“We didn’t steal him.” Noctis huffs.

* * * Iris stays with Noctis, Prompto and Solis in the hotel room while Ignis and Gladio head out for supplies.

Prompto’s had to change Solis into something cooler which seems to be sleepwear. A little black babygrow with gold text on the front saying nap king, along with a tiny crown. Iris coos at the sight and Noctis smiles softly muttering about how he is actually the nap king.

Noctis has the windows open but unfortunately it doesn’t help much. If anything everyone except Solis is suffering.

Prompto’s taken to wearing sleepwear consisting of a vest and pj shorts littered with comic book sound effects wrote on them and Noctis quickly follows his lead.

Iris meanwhile unfolds a pink hand fan and quickly fans herself with it, Prompto sits on the bed with Solis trying to steal a breeze as Solis is trying to steal the fan.

“I’m dying.” Prompto whines stopping Solis from grabbing the fan. Noctis leans closer and gently boops Solis’ nose as a distraction. Solis looks at him with his tiny mouth open.

“Same” Iris and Noctis reply.

“Jynx.” Prompto tiredly mutters, looking down at Solis. “How are you ok?” he asks his son who’s currently trying to grab Noctis’ hair.

“Hopefully he’s feeling a breeze.” Noctis says, offering Solis a finger to grab, he smiles when Solis grips onto said finger.

“So what’s the full story here?” Iris asks. “It feels like you two are a couple and somehow got a baby.”

“Not dating.” Noctis replies, blushing a little. Prompto covers his own red face and Noctis for a second thinks he looks disappointed by that fact.

“Really?” Iris asks, she was certain they finally confessed to each other but she was wrong.

Prompto and Noctis look at each other, taking a breath before trying to explain it all to Iris and by the end of it she understands, thinks it's a blessing even.

“Are you happy with all this?” she asks them both. The duo nod and smile, they gained something wonderful from this, how could they not be.

A single tear leaks down Prompto’s cheek causing Noctis and Iris to look at him.

“Prompto? You ok?” Noctis asks, brows knitting together, he leans over and wipes the tear away and Prompto's breath hitches.

Iris feels sorry for him, glancing at Noctis as the blonde breaks down.

“Maybe give us a moment.” She mutters to Noctis and the Prince nods, taking the baby and heading out on the balcony with Solis. He looks worried honestly.

Iris waits until the balcony door closes and speaks up, hugging Prompto close.

“Are you not happy?” she asks quietly, gripping onto his shirt.

“N-No. I'm super happy. Happiest I've ever been.” Prompto sniffles, resting his chin against her shoulder.

“Are you sure? This doesn't look like happy tears.” she mutters.

“I-I love Solis. I'd die for him Iris, I’d kill for him and honestly that scares me but that's not what's up.” Prompto replies.

“Then what is?” Iris asks, rubbing his back.

“I really love him.”

“Noctis?”

Prompto nods and sniffles.

“I really fucking love him...A-And it hurts.”

“Why?” Iris asks, pulling away slightly to look up at him. “Why does it hurt?”

“Cause...I-I know I'm not good enough for him. I'm just a pleb, I don't care about the fact he's a Prince...H-He could have nothing and I'd still love him. Just I keep falling for him more and more each day, even seeing him with the baby makes me fall...It hurts cause someone like me doesn't belong with him.”

Iris bites her lip and breathes out softly before speaking up again, hoping she doesn't get emotional.

“I think you're good enough for him.” she says, resting a hand on his arm, offering him a soft smile.

Prompto chuckles and sniffles, pulling away and wiping his eyes.

“Funny...He pretty much said the same thing too...Just different situations.” he glances outside at Noctis and Solis and sighs softly. “I should go calm him down. He's probably stressed out there, maybe worrying to the baby.”

Iris looks up at him as he carefully gets up.

“Are you sure you're ok?” she asks and he nods with a soft smile.

“Yeah...Sorry I got like….That.” he winces a little thinking back and she shakes her head, getting up herself.

“Nah, you're good.” She replies, pulling him into one last hug before leaving the room and deciding to give the boys their privacy.

* * * Prompto heads out to Noctis, speaking up before wrapping his arms around his waist, resting his chin against his shoulder.

“Hey.” Prompto speaks up.

“You and Iris done?” Noctis asks.

“Yeah...I missed my boys.” Prompto says.

Noctis snorts and startles Solis accidentally, before speaking up. "We missed you too."

“Ah you just broke so many girls hearts with that and scared the baby, you heathen.” Prompto jokes.

Noctis smiles and rolls his eyes. “Shut up.” he mutters with a smile making Prompto laugh.

“So...How was Solis?” Prompto asks.

“Ok this might sound weird but...I think he can summon...Or will be able to when he's a little older.” Noctis says making Prompto raise a brow.

“Why do you think that? Can you like sense it?”

“Nah I've seen his eyes glow pink one night and tonight.”

“What happened?” Prompto asks palling a little.

“ He got stressed out and he tried to summon someone to help comfort you but yeah nothing happened other than eye colour change. He got a little fussy and annoyed after that didn't work. I've never seen a baby look so grumpy.”

“That explains the eye change in the car.” Prompto mutters and gently stands on his tip toes, reaches over Noctis’ shoulder to soothe Solis via gently rubbing his cheek with a finger. “It's ok buddy, you don't need to make grabby hands at the astrals for me.”

Noctis smiles and agrees.

“Plus I think they're only interested in gossip on us. Can't see Ramuh coming down to hug any of us.”

They fall into a comfortable silence moments later before Prompto speaks up.

“Sorry.” Prompto mutters.

“What for?” Noctis replies.

“Worrying you both I guess, just emotions got the best of me. But I'm ok now. Don't worry.” he smiles softly and gives Noctis a gentle squeeze.

“You sure?”

Prompto makes a sound of agreement and glances down at Solis.

Their baby is clinging to Noctis, he looks up at Prompto and stares, drooling a little. Prompto is glad that Solis has nothing to stress about in his young life so far.

Prompto finds himself glancing at Noctis or as much as he can see of him as he cuddles him from behind and makes a decision, he slowly lets go causing Noctis to turn around and Prompto bites his lip as he does, seeing his boys fully and feeling happiness wash over him. He catches Noctis’ eyes and smiles softly, Noctis copying said smile.

The duo move closer, eyes glancing at each other's lips, then back up at each other. They continue it for a few more seconds before attempting to lean in, they're meer inches apart before the balcony door opens and startles them apart.

“Did I interrupt something?” Ignis asks and the duo shake their heads nervously.

“N-No.” Prompto replies, Noctis seems too awkward at this point to even speak up.

“...Just came to tell you we got supplies, lunch should be ready soon and we acquired some baby supplies. We found a product that is basically a three in one: shampoo, conditioner and body wash specifically for infants.”

Noctis nods and glances at Solis in his arms. The blonde baby sneezes and whines causing Prompto to gently wipe his nose with his shirt. Noctis’ heart thumps against his chest at the sight. It's weird such a gross thing can make him fall more for Prompto but it does. Both Solis and Prompto will be the death of him. His two rays of sunshine.

“So round 2 of actually bathing him this time?” Prompto asks, looking up at Noctis.

“...Huh?..O-Oh Yeah. Totally.” the Prince replies.

“Use the bathroom sink. I don't feel confident with him being in the bathtub with one of you just yet. Far too small for that.” Ignis says, handing Prompto a bag.

“I thought you only got that magic three in one stuff?” he asks the chef.

“I took the liberty of getting him a washcloth or two along with a couple of towels.”

“Oh em gee! You are a lifesaver!” Prompto almost yells, rushing over and hugging Ignis.

Ignis smiles and gently hugs him back.

“I wouldn't go that far, he did need the supplies.” Ignis replies before glancing over at Solis. “He appears to be distracted.”

Solis is staring up at who knows what and Prompto is reminded of himself looking at Solis, wide eyes and mouth slightly open. Noctis has photographic evidence of Prompto making that exact face when he's seen something of interest.

“He's either super focused or zoning out.” Prompto says.

Noctis glances down at Solis and smirks before looking up to where the baby is looking.

“Holy shi-....He's staring at a huge bird on the roof.” Noctis says, eyes wide. They've been near a bird that Prompto once said was three halves of different things and this one is tiny compared to that but it doesn't stop Noctis staring and holding Solis closer.

Prompto follows Solis’ line of sight and startles a little. Astrals. It looks like a bird of prey and honestly makes him feel terrified, it's not the one from Gladio's tattoo but it’s got talons that Prompto doesn't want to mess with.

“Magnificent creature.” Ignis mutters.

Prompto currently looks like an angry Chocobo as he stares at the bird of prey. “I don't trust it.” he huffs. He's terrified it'll try to get their baby and looking at Noctis, he feels the same.

He almost screams as another flies over with food but softens when he hears noises. Tiny calls.

“They seem to have offspring.” Ignis mutters, smiling a little when he spots a couple of smaller grey chicks.

Noctis agrees and points the chicks out to Solis, Prompto is sure he hears said Prince say “They're babies, like you.” to their son and honestly Prompto melts.

Prompto gasps when he catches sight of one and rushes inside to get his camera, almost running into the balcony door.

* * * Prompto and Noctis do baby bath time that night. Prompto on holding duty while Noctis lathers up Solis’ fluffy baby hair.

They switch come wash time and attempt to make Solis distracted enough as to not wail. The baby so far isn't found of his sink bath, teary eyed and whiny.

Distraction comes in the form of playing/singing themes from animes and video games they like. Solis just stares at them in awe before blessing them with his first ever giggle. It's an adorably bubbly giggle, honestly it makes Noctis think of Prompto in a weird way.

His laugh makes him feel warmth and like laughing himself, this tiny giggle from their sunbeam has a very similar effect too.

The duo may gasp and yell for Gladio and Ignis after said adorable moment but also make the duo swear not to tell another soul how they got Solis to giggle for the first time.

“My little sunbeam~” Prompto coos at Solis when they dry him off and honestly Noctis agrees with the nickname. It fits perfectly, so much it kind of sticks.

* * * Come night time, Prompto carefully lies Solis down in a cot the hotel provided. He looks anxious to put their baby in it.

“What if he gets scared?” he asks, looking over at Noctis.

“We'll be right here ready. Prom his crib is right near our bed. Easy access if he needs us.” Noctis says, honestly he's unsure too but he's just quiet about it.

Prompto swallows and carefully leans into the cot, kissing Solis’ head before climbing into bed, he smiles when Noctis does the same, he notices Noctis put something in the cot and raises a brow. He should ask about that.

Everyone wishes each other goodnight or everyone who can talk that is. Prompto practically beams when they all wish Solis goodnight.

Prompto leaves a light on for Solis before whispering to Noctis.

“What did you put in his crib?”

“Carbuncle.” Noctis yawns.

“Carbuncle?” Prompto sounds lost.

“He's kinda like something that goes into dreams, protects you from nightmares. He's a little fox thing. Sol will love him.” he mutters to Prompto and doesn't miss the blonde smile.

“I hope he gives our baby safe dreams.” Prompto sleepily mutters before drifting off surprisingly before Noctis.

“Yeah, me too.” Noctis yawns, joining him moments later.

* * * Prompto wakes in the night to check on Solis. Solis starts coughing and Prompto panics, scooping him up and patting his back gently.

Solis sniffles and Prompto realises his baby has a cold. Poor Solis' nose is all stuffy and his eyes are wet probably because said cold is bothering him.

Prompto rubs his back and sighs, he shouldn't worry over a cold but he is. His little sunbeam seems irritated by the cold. He wishes he could take it away from him.

“Why didn't you wail?” Prompto asks quietly carefully climbing back in bed with Solis in his arms. Solis whines and Prompto tries to soothe him. “I know buddy. Colds suck.” he mutters, kissing his head.

Solis is fussy the rest of the night and Prompto stays awake trying to soothe him, unfortunately that means he’s still awake by the time the others wake up, as is Solis who sniffles and cries which honestly breaks Prompto’s heart.

It makes sense the baby would get a cold at some point but Prompto had no idea it would be so sucky for Solis. Honestly he feels like crying for him honestly, he can handle lacking a few hours or more if it means he can be there for his son but he can't seem to handle his baby having a common cold.

“...-Ompto,is everything alright?”

“...Huh?” he glances over to the source of the voice to see Ignis looking concerned. He must have zoned out.

Prompto sighs and gently rocks Solis, glancing over at Ignis.

“Sol’s got his first cold.” Prompto replies. ‘He’s been awake for hours and really fussy...I think it's really bugging him and I don’t know what to do. I want to fix it for him.”

Noctis heads over, feeling Solis’ head. The look of relief on his face is instant when he realises Solis doesn’t have a fever.

“He’s too young for pills so I think we just have to wait it out.” Noctis says with a sigh, Prompto whines tiredly and Solis copies which would be cute if he wasn’t grumpy from his cold.

“Just keep him hydrated.” Ignis replies. “And away from crowds.”

“But that means we’ll have to stay put until he feels better.” Prompto yawns. “How do we get breakfast?”

“Room service.” Noctis adds, reaching for the phone causing Gladio to sigh.

“We have a stove y’know. Iggy can cook for free.” the shield mutters.

“Plus it would save funds.” Ignis adds causing Noctis to sigh and lower the phone back down.

Noctis sits next to Prompto and puts an arm around him, Solis sniffles as Noctis pulls the duo closer.

“He’ll be ok, I promise.” Noctis mutters.

“But what if-”

“If it gets worse we’ll go see someone. But he doesn’t have a fever, he’s not throwing up or anything. We’ll monitor him, I swear.” Noctis mutters.

Prompto rests his head against Noctis’ chest. “He’s so grumpy right now, I feel bad for him.”

Noctis gently strokes Solis’ cheek trying to soothe him.

“Sleep it off...Sunbeam.” he mutters continuing to stroke Solis’ cheek until the baby falls asleep.

Prompto yawns and Noctis changes positions so he’s lying down with them both, he carefully takes Solis from Prompto and holds him close.

“Prom. Go to sleep, your eyes are bloodshot.” Noctis mutters trying not to disturb their son.

Prompto nuzzles his side and yawns, he falls asleep fairly quickly after, hoping Solis doesn’t feel as bad later on.

Movie Night

Y/N (not so) secretly hates scary movies and Harry (not so) secretly loves Y/N.

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: okay so this is a cute angsty but also fluffy one shot!! idk i was debating whether or not to post this one but whatever might as well make other ppl clench their heart over soft Harry. ALSO he’s like an american in this oof like i didn’t know how school works over in the uk so like aha america wooh. okay enjoy! pls feedback is amazing! IF THERE’S ERRORS I’M SORRY

“It’s my turn to pick! You made me suffer through Dear John last week.”

“How dare you disrespect Amanda Seyfried like that.”

It's a Friday night and Y/N finds herself back at Harry’s flat with a half empty pizza box on her lap and a grumpy expression on her face. Harry loves to tease her about her fondness over cheesy dramatic romances that carry elements that she will never come across in her own love life. She hates it. Especially because whenever they watch these movies, he never actually pays attention to it, choosing to play with her hair or hands instead. Which she actually wouldn't mind if it weren't for the fact that it was so distracting that she misses about half of the movie as well.

So she's grumpy and upset that Harry is sat beside her chewing on a pizza slice while searching through Netflix with disregard to how mean he was being (not really, she's just dramatic) as he keeps his free hand at her thigh, rubbing it softly and absentmindedly.

“It's not like my turn counted. You didn't even watch the movie,” she quips in, a frown still sketched on her face as she sees him completely skip over the romantic comedy genre.  

He replies with a full mouth, “then consider us even. Since you’ll be too scared to pay attention to this either.”

Her frown of upset turns into a frown of confusion as she wonders what he means. But she sees him click down once more and begins to scroll through the horror genre, ominous thumbnails flashing up, making her heart begin to thump a bit heavier than usual.

She hates scary movies. She hates being scared in general. Harry knows it as well because she's found herself, more often than not, calling him in the middle of the night to comfort her because there was a noise in the kitchen and she could have sworn she saw a shadow pass by her closed bedroom door.

She whips her head towards him and sees the slyest smirk settled on his lips and she wants to smack it right off. She won't let him win this round. She needs to show her dominance in this friendship (who is she kidding, she'll do and listen to anything he says).

“I don't know what you're talking about, I love scary movies.” A snort leaves Harry’s mouth at that. She gives a weak push against his shoulder at his response.

“So you’ll love me if I put on The Conjuring tonight?” he asks, both eyebrows raised as he readies his thumb on the play button. His smug face makes Y/N want to attack him and refuse to watch a film of terror, but she won't give in yet.

A wide and obviously exaggerated smile spreads on her lips and she nods curtly, “Yup.”

She really doesn't know why she went along and did this though because Harry presses down on the remote control and the movie begins to play and Y/N knows she's fucked for the rest of the week.

And she proves herself correct as the movie reaches the third act and she finds herself wrapped around Harry’s figure. She had thought she saw a hand reach for her at her end of the couch so she pushed the pizza box off her and onto the ground, quickly scooted on top of his lap, and tucked her legs inside the blanket wrapped around them. Her head isn't turned towards Harry but she just knows he's smirking in amusement behind her from her sudden, but not surprising, actions. So with the arm that’s wrapped around his back, she lifts her hand and flicks the back of his neck.

“Ouch! What the heck, Y/N?”

“Oh hush, you already know why I hate you right now.” Y/N quips back as her eyebrows furrow with irritation, only multiplying more when a jumpscare occurs on screen and her heart skips a massive beat. She can't endure it anymore, so she turns her head and tucks her face into his neck, Harry quickly reacting and extending his neck out a bit so she can get more space.

She grumbles against his skin, “Why are you so keen on scary movies? Do you not realize it's only going to make me bother you even more with calls in the middle of the night?”

He lets out a small exhale through his nose as he softly laughs at her grumpiness. “You never bother me,” he lets out quietly, provoking a warm blush to rise in his cheeks, thanking the heavens that the lights are turned off so that it's not noticeable.

He likes to think he isn't so obvious about his feelings towards her. Even though everyone in their friend group always comments about how exhausting it is to see how absolutely infatuated he is with her yet he doesn't do anything about it. But Y/N is pretty good at missing signals and this ditziness of hers gives him more passes than he's deserved.

Like how he's constantly using his free time from his job to text her, call her, or hang out with her. Or like how he always says yes to her when she asks for a ride to her campus for her afternoon lectures because her car’s A/C doesn't work but his does, even if it means being late coming back from lunch to work. Or like how he never approves of any of the guys she mentions she's found cute or has ever asked her out. Or how whenever she sleeps over (or vise versa), he rolls over in bed and pulls her into his arms, rubbing his nose against her cheek with a dopey grin until she wakes up with a wrinkled nose from the sensation, rasping out, “Good morning, my sweet girl.”

Or like in this present occasion, how he always chooses a horror movie to watch after he feels like she hasn't been affectionate enough with him in the past two weeks. Because he knows that she always ends up in his lap, quivering under his gentle hands combing through her hair, comforting her and protecting her from the scary monster on the telly.

He feels a tiny bit guilty using her fear as a method of affection but her shampoo always leaves such a sweet mango scent in her hair and he can't help but inhale and forget all about it. And it's not like she ever complains about being in his arms. Which makes him giddy thinking about it but he pushes his hopes down. She seems comfortable enough being just friends, he doesn't think she's ever going to want more (this thought leaves a small sting in his chest and he tightens his arms around her a bit more).

They stay like this for the rest of the movie, his hand running small circles on her back and her hand running her fingers through his curls. As the TV turns almost completely black as the end credits roll, the room gets darker and Y/N shivers a bit.

Harry wants to coo at her.

“It's just a movie, Y/N. You're safe here with me. Nothing will ever get past my hold on you.” She doesn't respond right away, breathing softly against his neck as she tries to calm herself down.

It doesn't really work though because although she does start to forget about what she saw on the TV beforehand, she starts thinking about what he just said. You're safe here with me, he told her, nothing will ever get past my hold on you. That seemed like a recurring event in their movie nights. He always chooses a movie that will insinuate contact. Like how the previous time he chose a movie, he chose My Sister’s Keeper, Y/N burying herself into his chest with sobs escaping her mouth throughout it all.

She gets an idea why he does so, but this idea brings her cheeks to a flaming color and she internally shakes her head in denial. It's been too long that she keeps this hope inside of Harry possibly feeling what she wants him to feel for her. Since her freshman year of college when she came crying to him about how she was too dumb to be enrolled and that she should just drop out and get a job instead of wasting money on something she won't accomplish. And he pulled her into his chest and let her ugly sob against him for what seemed like hours, letting her muster out all that she possibly could before he began to whisper soft declarations of the pride he holds in seeing her challenge herself, not giving in to what everyone has told her she is, raising a middle finger to those who doubted her willpower.

Ever since then, she's found a new place in her heart for him that no boy has ever proven to be a worthy contestant for, even though she's tried so hard to find someone to do so. Because while Harry’s always been a blunt and straightforward kind of guy, he's never confirmed that her hopes were true and she'd rather not go through the embarrassment of waiting for him to come around only to find him fall for another girl in the end. So she's tried moving on, but even Harry can clearly see with every guy she meets, none of them are of real interest to Y/N, because not a single one of them is Harry.

They can't compare to the way he makes her feel. The way he embraces her when she's sad. The way he makes himself the little spoon when it's him who's brooding. The way she stays up alone sometimes, contemplating what would happen if she called him and told him how she felt. And then crying with his contact popped up on her phone screen because she spent 10 minutes staring at it but lacked the courage to risk their friendship and press the call button. The way that he always tries to make her happy but she knows this is the one thing that he will never comply to.

So her idea of why Harry chooses these movies is dismissed from her brain.

But still… she is curious as to why.

So she musters up a few seconds of courage to clear her throat timidly and raise her lips away from his skin to talk clearly, whispering out, “Why do you always choose movies that end up with us touching each other?”

And, oh god, she squeezes her eyes shut tight and buries her head right back into the crook of his neck because that was not how she wanted to word her question. She can feel Harry go a bit frigid and she scolds herself on the inside.

“What… do you mean?” he asks into the open space of the living room, the tone of his voice letting Y/N know he was just as flustered with her query as she was.

She thinks about how to reword herself and not accidentally embarrass herself even further, quipping up again, “Like… with every movie you pick, you always end up having me in your arms. And it's often enough for you to know what movies will make me do this, and you pick them anyways… So why?”

Harry gulps quietly as he goes into panic. Suddenly, the fear of her not enjoying this physical contact they always hold invades his mind and he tries very hard to seem cool and collected as he asks back, “Do you want me to stop?”

She's quick to react, eyes widening and head retracting back to hold eye contact with him, one hand reaching over to rest at his jaw. “I don't mind at all! I--I like it. It's, um, it's nice and comforting. I just kind of want to know what goes through your head when you do so.”

She can see how stunned he is now, truly, and she almost wobbles her bottom lips in awe at how absolutely adorable he looks with this facial expression. But she can also tell that he's feeling a bit embarrassed, and although it does make her heart skip a beat from the insinuation of why he’s possibly feeling embarrassed, she really doesn't want him to be uncomfortable with her questioning. So she tucks her head back into him, not as close as last time, but enough to lay her head on his shoulder, and moves her hand away from his face, leaving it against his clothed chest, giving him time to think.

He stays silent after this, just for a little while. He's blushing up a storm and his heart is now pounding very heavily and he's sure that she can feel it (she can, and it makes hers start pounding as well). He doesn't know how to respond without revealing his true feelings. Because really, there's no other explanation other then oh yanno, Y/N, it's because I’ve been madly and deeply in love with you since senior year of high school when you ditched your movie date with Evan Davis, the star player of the football team, to attend our movie session because, as you said, no boy was going to keep you from me and my mom’s hot pockets.

So it takes him a while to come to the conclusion that fuck, he really doesn't have any other option but to say what he's been feeling for 3 years now. A long overdue confession, which he can blame on the both of them. Him because he's so scared of rejection and a broken friendship, but also her because seriously, how has she not seen the signs?

He hasn't even been laid since the day he realized he's in love with her! Y/N knows it, and she knows how many girls throw themselves at him whenever they decide to stroll through her campus on nice sunny days, so she must also know there's a reason on his behalf of why the only girl he's ever gotten close to is her.

God, this is going to end in heartbreak, he tells himself because here he is, about to confess his feelings to the girl of his dreams who has been constantly showing interest to every other boy but himself. It's a recipe for disaster.

But he still musters up the courage, he mentally pushes himself off the cliff and blurts out all in one breath, “I’mkindasortareallyinlovewithyouandhavingyouinmyarmscompensatesforwhatIcan’teverhavesothat’swhyIalwaystrytomakeyoufallintomyholdI’msorry.”

And Y/N catches it. She catches it all because his mouth is almost touching her ear and her Psych professor also talks in a super human speed so she's adapted to quick explanations. But she doesn't say anything. She's too in shock to react in any way possible but to exhale through her nose against his bare skin like as if she was holding her breath this entire time.

He's in love with her. He actually reciprocates her feelings. Oh my god, she repeats over and over in her head. Tightening the grip she has on his shirt, she tries to formulate a response. But Harry is quicker.

With the softest and quietest voice he has ever mustered, he lets out, “I’m sorry.”

Y/N tries to stop him but there's no words coming out of her mouth. After a few more seconds of silence, Harry continues.

“I’m--I’m so sorry. I--” he's struggling so hard to not get choked up on his words. She's in his arms, frozen from the confession, and he can't stop the ache in his heart already forming a permanent residence. He's at least grateful that she's still facing away from him so he's not feeling much humiliation as tears fill up in his eyes.

“I shouldn't have fallen in love. You’re just so beautiful and---and brave and tough to break and kind and gentle and so precious. I mean how… how could I have not have fallen for you, yanno? And I’m just---” his voice cracks at the word just and he stops himself to recollect his thoughts and swallow down the sob that's threatening to spill.

He inhales and exhales shakily as he squeezes his eyes shut to stop his crying because at this point, a few tears have actually escaped. “I’m sorry I ruined this for us. I was selfish and now you won't even say anything and it hurts but I understand. I’m sorry,” he finishes off with the sorry whispered into the dark room.

He's, yet again, met with silence. It only hurts him more. He figures he should take Y/N home, hoping she'll at least silently comply and let him drive her back, so she can process this new information and he can curl up in his bed sheets and release all this hurt that's physically piling up and aching in his chest.

So he slightly moves his body in his seat to signify that he wants to get up, and he expects Y/N to slip off of his lap to let him. But instead, he’s greeted with her face retracting from his neck and now boring her teary eyes into his as she's inches away from him, letting her weight sink him down to keep him in place.

His eyes widen in surprise, which only accentuate the glossiness of his own crying eyes.

It breaks Y/N’s heart.

She tried so hard to stop him in his heart warming and heart wrenching explanation but she physically couldn't use her vocal chords. So she sat there in silence, tearing up from the words he spoke. He thinks I don't love him back is all that runs through her brain throughout the entirety of his speech and the silence afterwards. And she hates it.

And she hates that he accepted her silence as rejection because him trying to move away from here clearly shows he doesn't believe in her loving him back and can't bare it. So she quickly responded to his shuffling with pulling away from his shoulder, visually showing him all her emotions, her heart breaking as she see his.

The hand that was fisting his shirt is released as she brings it up to cup his cheek, Harry automatically leaning into it. The way his eyes are glossed over and his eyebrows are pulled down in confusion and discontent, yet still he gives in to her comforting touch, makes her begin to tear up once more. And this time, a meek whimper comes out of her lips.

This relief in finally making a noise makes her begin to actually cry.

It scares Harry a bit with the burst in sobs, especially since she squeezes her eyes shut and drops her head forward to lean her forehead against his. The close proximity to her face makes him tense up, but because of how awful it was to see her crying up close over him. He feels like he did a disservice to her, not letting her live out a perfect friendship without him going and ruining it. And that's what makes him close his eyes and cry as well, leaving them both as crying messes clinging onto each other in the moonlit living room.

Y/N tries so hard to recollect herself because she realizes after a minute of crying with Harry, she still hasn't said a single word. She imagines that's why he's crying as well; he thinks she's crying over hurting his feelings.

So she tries to sniff in all of her snot (she doesn't doubt she looks completely disgusting right now), and lets her mouth fall agape. She doesn't know how to relay all her emotions and feelings out right away, so she starts off with gasping out, “I’m sorry.”

But once these two words leave her mouth, she can't seem to stop uttering them. Traces of I’m sorry’s are left as she leans her head back, letting the free hand, that isn't already cupping his check, run through the front of his hair soothingly.

She's able to calm her cries into soft hiccups and sees Harry do the same as well, except he doesn't seem too keen on opening his eyes and facing reality just yet.

Y/N hates it so much.

So she whispers out, “Look at me, Harry.”

He slowly flutters his eyes open, first looking down into their laps before slowly trailing his eyes up to bore into hers, sadness leaking out of his facial expression.

She stays silent as she examines his soft face, already feeling her chin wobble in exasperation to burst into tears again. But she holds herself back because for the first time in a while, it's Y/N whose taking care of Harry. Sweet sweet Harry who she's been so in love with for so many years. And who apparently has been in love with her as well, after all this time.

She runs her hand through his hair once more before breaking into a soft smile at his angelic state of heartbreak. Only Harry would be able to look so beautiful after crying his heart out.

“I’m really sorry, Harry,” she begins, holding up her front and shakes her head when he opens his mouth to begin talking as well.

“No, sh, let me speak,” she continues, “I am so so sorry for not noticing. For being too stupid to not clearly pick up the signs about your feelings for me. Because, Jesus, Harry, I always had an inkling that it was the truth but I was too stubborn to fully believe in it. To believe that you would--you would love me--like that.”

Y/N can feel herself lose her composure with every word she utters, examining her own naive and ignorant past self who refused to see the signs and possibly stalled a wonderful relationship.

A tear slips out from her right eye and Harry is quick to reach up and wipe it away. Y/N melts and quickly places her hand over his to keep his touch there before he could pull away. This time it's Y/N leaning into his touch and she feels her heart clench. She doesn't know how to continue without fully breaking down again so she turns her head to press her lips against his palm, giving herself time to think.

But the feeling of his skin against her lips is too much, too real of a moment, too much of a reality check that this night could have been avoided if she just admitted her feelings for him right from the start. If she wouldn't have wimped out and just made it clear that it was him that she wanted, him and no one else. She could have been in his arms kissing more than just his palm for over 3 years now, if she just upped and blurted it out.

So she doesn't wait any longer. She gives his palm one last peck before moving her head back into its original position and clearly iterates, “I’m so in love with you Harry. Since freshman year of college, I’ve wanted to be your girlfriend. I've wanted to know how your lips would feel like against mine for so long, and I’m sorry for not getting the courage to find out for myself. I’m sorry I waited this long to do this.”

And she leans in and kisses him.

Fireworks don't go off outside, an indie pop song doesn't begin to play in the background, no applause or cheers are heard from an audience. But Harry lets out a small noise of surprise before quickly responding with both his hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her in to get as much of her close to him like as if this were a dream and if he were to let go, he'd wake up and never experience it again. And that makes all the fireworks go off in Y/N’s stomach while the main chorus of Sweet Disposition plays in her head, her inner self screaming with joy.

They run out of air to breath, their crying session making them too exhausted to explode into fiery and passionate kisses. But even as they pull away to catch their breath, they're both gasping in relief, feeling a big grin to break out onto their faces right after, reiterating the word finally to themselves.

Y/N drops her head back down to touch foreheads, closing her eyes in peace and harmony. She's never felt so exhausted yet so ecstatic at the same time like this before. She finally has him. 5 years of friendship and they've finally reached their happy ending in their friends to lovers trope. If there were an actual person reading their love story, Y/N thinks, they must be so exasperated and worn out from their idiotic naivety.

Really, it was stupid to Y/N. It took them this long to finally be happy. She shakes her head at herself a bit and feels Harry open his mouth to break the silence.

“So me crying was all it took for you to finally come around?” Harry lets out, evoking a small giggle from Y/N’s mouth as she playfully rolls her eyes. Guess he realized it just as well.

“You know I’m a sucker for romantic dramas.”

The Matchmakers - Part 7

Art made by the amazing @bambz-art! 

@setthestarsxnfire​ and I wrote this one together! Hope you enjoy! This one is long so more under the cut~

MC: It’s a beautiful day! Jaehee Kang: We should do something together V: Agreed, it’s been awhile since we went out as a group. ZEN: Like what? 707: Let’s go to the fair~!! ✧◕ヮ◕✧ ZEN: We’ve already been to the fair

Yoosung★: Oh? Since when :3 Saeran: ‘We’? ZEN: Since ZEN: Ehm ZEN: No no, I misspoke ZEN: I’ve never been there Jumin Han: … MC: Great! MC: Then it’s settled, let’s all go! Jaehee Kang: I don’t know if it’s something for me. MC: Jaehee, it’s not the same without you (;﹏;) 707: MC’s secret weapon has been activated! Jaehee Kang: Ah! I will go, MC! Jaehee Kang: Don’t cry! MC: Yaaayyy!! Jumin Han: I really should finish writing these reports. V: Come on Jumin, it’s Sunday. V: Zen, you will be there, I hope? ZEN: Hah… I suppose I can’t refuse if everyone wants to see me Jumin Han: Alright, I’ll join. MC: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Yoosung★: Saeran, you’re not going to protest as well, right? Saeran: Saeyoung is already dragging me out the door ⌐.⌐ 707: Whoo~!

★★★★★★ 

V looked around the car, slightly uncomfortable as he sat in the co-pilot seat. “Honestly, Saeyoung, you didn’t have to pick me up”.  The redhead in question was driving, but V swore the hacker had rolled his eyes. He took a deep breath before he started to talk. “It’s faster this way! Besides, if you had called a cab you might have end up lost in an alternative universe, or in a time loop”. He laughed, and the photographer heard Saeran scoff and mutter various curse words. V couldn’t help but smile a little at the words of the older twin. “Saeyoung, I think you just missed the fair because you were distracted with V.” Saeran said as he placed his phone back in his pocket, annoyed. “Seriously...” The oldest of the three chuckled, looking around to check. Saeyoung had indeed missed the fair, but his eyes were still in the road. “Your brother is probably looking for a better spot to park his car, Saeran.” Saeyoung immediately nodded, biting his lip. “Yeah! I can’t just let my baby park in the main entrance!” V saw through the rear-view mirror how Saeran raised a brow in a mocking manner. He mouthed something as well, his attitude reminding him of the way his own sister used to act when she was a teenager. It was quite obvious that the younger twin did care about his family, he just had a rough way to express it. Actually, if he thought about it, maybe that was what had happened with Zen and Jumin; although V couldn’t be sure. The car skidded to a halt, and the owner parked it neatly between two other cars. The walk to the fair wasn’t a long one and when they arrived at the entrance, he was surprised to see that everyone was already there. Saeyoung pouted, before laughing out loud. “I was supposed to be the very first one to arrive!” He faked a sob, hiding his face in his hands. “My life is ruined~!” Jumin, who was standing quite close  – but not enough – to Zen, crossed his arms over his chest, looking completely bored. “Hello. What did you have planned, Saeyoung? I would like not to waste too much time.” The redhead in question released another fake sob, before he started to laugh maniacally, like those villains in Disney movies. “Calm down, Mr. Fuzzypants!” He twirled around, pausing a moment. “We’ll be exploring the haunted house!” The hacker now resembled the Cheshire cat, his grin bigger than Zen’s ego. Zen’s eyes widened for a fraction of time, and Jumin tensed. That didn’t go unnoticed by Saeyoung, who immediately smirked and teased them both for being scared. The albino scoffed, avoiding the shorter’s gaze. “Of course I’m not scared, it’s only a haunted house, not anything to be afraid of. It’s probably just some amateur’s work”. He crossed his arms over his chest, and maybe he didn’t notice, but V saw how Zen got closer to Jumin. He wondered if something had happened during those times the RFA wasn’t there to see them, but the photographer doubted it. V took a deep breath, “Let’s go then. I heard it was pretty popular, two girls were advertising it in front of the art gallery yesterday. Maybe they work here”. They all followed the hacker who had apparently memorized the map of the fair, and soon they arrived at the haunted house. It was big, black and it looked very old. MC declared herself the twin of the girl who had handed them the tickets, and both of them, plus Saeyoung who barged in, took a picture together. The friend of the girl selling tickets – a girl with dark hair – had asked for a photo with Jumin, Zen and surprisingly, with the photographer as well. V swore that as he entered the haunted house, one of them whispered ‘Good luck’. He was slowly starting to regret coming in the haunted house. But he hoped it would be more fun and watching as the couple got closer rather than screaming. He hoped.   ★★★★★★   The creaking floorboards, the sounds of howling wind and distant shrill laughter, the dim lights flickering on and off, the furniture that shook the moment they got too close - Zen tried so very hard not let it get to him and failed miserably, goosebumps covering his skin. Thank goodness he was wearing his jacket, he would never have lived it down if Seven saw it. His acting skills came to good use, forcing his arms to remain in a relaxed position, keeping his expression as bored as possible. No way in hell would he admit these props scare him. But just in case, he stayed close, right behind the entire RFA, its younger members happily laughing and screaming at every dummy and animated painting that popped up. V looked way too peaceful, casually strolling through the haunted house like it was a park and he swore Jaehee yawned. Jumin was near him; he swore the executive inched closer with every step they took. Despite his cold façade, it was clear Trust Fund felt just as unsettled and it gave him comfort to know he wasn’t the only one. Had the others not been with them, he would have asked if they could leave and no doubt Jumin would comply. Zen worried his lip. Strange how he felt so comfortable around him now. In the past days, Jumin had shown to be so much more than the robot he took him for. That nagging warm feeling in his chest was still ever present, and for the first time he didn’t want it to go away. Suddenly the lights fell out. A loud thunderclap made his heart stop, making the actor curse loudly at the jumpscare. Someone bumped into him and there was no doubt in his mind who it was, not with that cologne. Warm fingers brushed past his and it was too tempting to grab them, but he resisted. When the lights came back on after a few seconds, he readied himself for another moving animatronic that never came. However the rest of the RFA was gone. Zen quickly whipped his head around but the two of them were completely alone. How could they have possibly run off so fast?! “Jumin, do you think...?” Even frowning, Jumin looked more scared than angry. “I think whoever is in charge of lighting should be fired.” Sigh. Zen was torn between telling him how haunted houses worked, yelling at him for missing the obvious or just running the hell away, but he didn’t want to leave anyone behind. What if the rest had gotten lost? Though thinking about it more, it was likely they had ran off in their excitement. A high-pitched scream made them both jump and Jumin latched onto Zen’s arm, as the shadow of a witch raced past the wooden wall. He could feel the other’s heartbeat going a million miles per hour. His fear temporarily made way for embarrassment. This was way too intimate. What if someone saw them? Wait, why was that the foremost worry on his mind? “H-hey, you’re-“ Something went thump and Zen couldn’t think anymore, instead clinging onto the executive’s jacket, all pretense of courage lost.   ★★★★★★   Jumin didn’t even bother to try and deny it around the albino. He grabbed onto the other’s arm because he was scared, and judging by Zen’s alarmed face, the actor was as well. It made him feel a little bit better that Zen trusted him enough to drop his act. The only thing he could think about when the other hugged him was how warm and perfect it seemed, and the executive placed an arm around Zen’s waist in hopes of bringing some comfort. The atmosphere was already creepy and the red lights continuously flickering only helped in making it more terrifying. The place around them seemed to be a dining room, but it was completely different from the one in his penthouse. The curtains by the “window” were ripped, wind causing them to move and project shadows on the wall. The table and chairs were completely covered in what he thought were dust and spider webs, and was that a skull? A chill ran through his spine and Jumin could swear he saw someone hiding under the table, hoping the creators of the place didn’t contract any actors. There were several different props on his left, including a coffin, a chest, and several other things he didn’t identify. Jumin unconsciously brought Zen closer when he noticed that the coffin was shaking. “J-Jumin?” The slightly shorter man asked, turning so that he could look at the entrepreneur. “Can we please get out of here?” The way the actor was looking at him was quite adorable, in any other situation Jumin might have leaned down and kissed him. Wait what. He meant admire him, there was no way he wanted to kiss Zen.   A loud thud brought him back to reality as the coffin fell and a scream echoed from inside it, making them both jump. Startled, he nodded quickly. “Let’s get out of here, who knows what might happen next.” As if on cue, several props started to fall and screams echoed all over the place. It seemed like someone or several people were getting murdered inside the haunted house. Jumin grabbed Zen’s hand and intertwined their fingers, pulling him as he started to run. His heart was beating hard in his chest from the terrifying experience and because of something else he didn’t identify yet, it didn’t matter, right now he just wanted to get out of the spooky haunted house. They ran until they found an exit that led right back to the place where they entered the haunted house. It was like a maze, or built specifically so they could return to the starting point. He recognized the two girls who had attended them. They were giggling, and in that moment, he couldn’t care less. “That was quite terrifying.” He whispered, looking back at Zen. The albino nodded, a blush starting to present in his face as he squeezed Jumin’s fingers. “Yeah. Let’s get some drinks. We’ll call the RFA later.” Jumin smiled, pulling the actor with him to look for a place where they sold drinks, and hopefully accepted credit cards.   ★★★★★★   This was awesome! Perhaps the best plan ever concocted in the history of the universe. Seven could not stop grinning, almost wanted to cackle but held himself back as he posed behind one of the empty paintings. Zen was so close to Jumin, they would melt together if they tried any harder, the two men practically pissing their pants. Little did they know that the RFA had quickly bolted away when the lights fell out, hiding in props behind the two. Everyone was wearing the same shit-eating grin he was; even Jaehee looked absolutely diabolical from under the dining table. Close to him, the curtains rustled. Shocked, he looked to his side, only to feel relief when it was V, holding his camera ready. The photographer gave him a reassuring smile and Seven sighed, feeling slightly more calm. It was easy to claim the adrenaline came from feeling giddy about his favorite duo, but in truth he also felt frightened by the haunted house. Focus! The time was nigh - if there was anything that would make people realize their true feelings, it would be in the face of danger. It was too bad he couldn’t hear what Jumin and Zen were saying, with all the spooky sound effects around him. Yoosung had chosen the coffin as his hiding place, but it was just a bit too close to the couple and Seven frantically motioned for him to back away, lest he get spotted. The blond got the hint and quickly retreated inside. Unfortunately his speed cost him, his weight made the coffin wobble and to everyone’s dismay, it fell over right next to the two, his panicked yelp warped by the prop. The two men quickly stepped away from it, both of them whiter than the ghosts they’d come across. Just as MC glanced over to him, most likely wondering whether or not they should help Yoosung up, the most terrifying figure ran in, wearing a white mask and holding a club. The group stared at him. Another prop? Wait, was it breathing?! Said prop skidded to a halt right as it entered and turned to face him, eyes so dark, like staring at death. “AAAAAAH!” Seven couldn’t stop himself from screaming, falling backwards, the frame he was leaning on falling to the ground. This caused a chain reaction, hearing the other members shout out in fright. As he scrambled back up, he saw Jaehee running towards the prop to punch it, but MC ran into her and pulled her away. Seven felt a hand on his shoulder, urgently pushing him towards the exit as well. When he glanced back, Zen and Jumin were long gone. There would be more time to feel sad about once they all got away from the killer prop.   ★★★★★★   Those idiots! Saeran facepalmed against his plastic mask, wondering how in the world people like his brother could learn so many languages and yet be scared of an obvious costume. It had been a good choice, blending in with his surroundings more, but had he known everyone would react like this he would have decided otherwise. The coffin on the ground shook and Saeran continued his original plan of going over to him, yanking the jarred door open to find the wide-eyed blond inside. “Saeran? Thanks!” Yoosung exclaimed as the younger twin helped him up. “Wait, where are the others?” He peered at Saeran, who shook his head while trying his best not to roll his eyes. “Thanks to my moron brother and the rest, this plan backfired too.” Yoosung looked a little deflated, then smiled. It surprised him every time how positive the youngest member of the RFA was. “Well, we just gotta try again!” It was nothing short of a miracle that Jumin and Zen hadn’t figured out what they were doing, Saeran thought as he sighed.

Who D’ya Think You’re Kidding?

Title from I Won’t Say (I’m In Love) from Hercules, because it’s the ultimate Klaroline song.

AU/AH friends to lovers trope. Rated M, NSFW (I attempted smut...it’s only a few lines at the bottom).

In eleventh grade, Klaus’ crush on Caroline was the worst kept secret in the whole school. They were friends through the fact that they shared a locker (same one from freshman and sophomore year) and often were partners in class. He did lots of cute things and said lots of suggestive things.

But Caroline just didn’t feel the same about him as he felt about her.

So she confronted him about it.

“I’m too smart to be seduced by you.”

“Well, that’s what I like about you.”

She told him they weren’t going to be dating any time soon if ever, and let’s just stay friends, ‘kay? He’d agreed, and years later, junior year of college, they were still were.

So when Caroline got fed up with her building and asked to move into Klaus’ apartment, he agreed.

The only problem was that he kept doing cute things. She was falling for him, and she didn’t know what to do about it.

…:::....

The first time she noticed anything was the second day. She was unpacking her DVD and CD collection (adding to Klaus’ already impressive assortment).

Just as she was putting the Harry Potter series onto the shelf, her hair tie snapped and all of her hair fell around her shoulders. It was summer, hot as hell, and she was tired and sweaty from unpacking all day.

So she exclaimed, “really?” She made her tone as sarcastic and biting as she could.

Klaus’ head popped around the doorway that lead into the kitchen. “Something wrong?”

“My hair tie just broke and I don’t have any other ones,” she complained.

“Come on, don’t look so down. Have mine.” He pulled one off his wrist and waved it in the air.

“Why do you have one?” She asked as she snatched it. “Thanks.”

“No problem. I have one because I’m prepared for anything at this point.” Between her and his sisters, he would have to be.

“Oh...okay.” She smiled at him and they parted ways to what they were doing before, forgetting the encounter.

…:::.....

There were a few moments after that one, similarly forgotten.

Klaus cooked dinner, and rubbed her feet, and helped her with homework. Each little thing made her smile and wonder how she could repay him.

He wasn’t acting like he had in high school -- she hadn’t caught him sketching her, he wasn’t staring at her, and he didn’t stutter. He wasn’t walking the line between tolerable and stalker.

But he was acting like they were together, and she just didn’t understand why. He must’ve gotten over his crush at some point, right?

She wasn’t sure, and it scared her.

…:::...

Over a long weekend a month and a half after she moved in, they had a horror movie marathon. It was a tradition of theirs born from years of tormenting each other.

She insisted that some lights be kept on (even though the shadows would be freak her out.) It had gotten colder as September moved into October, so she also insisted on blankets. They sat close but not touching and she was determined to keep it that way.

Except, she hated jumpscares and every movie had one. She ended up practically in his lap, clutching his shirt and hiding her eyes. He wasn’t laughing at her -- he was just as scared. He’d always tensed up during horror movies, hating the feelings the music and suspense gave him. (She’d always had an inkling that he watched them with her to get her close. Why else would he watch them, when they scared him so much?)

“Is it gone?” She whispered. He never looked away, meaning she could count on him to not let her miss anything important.

“Yes,” he whispered back. She peeked over the blanket and saw it was just some hallway, bathed in green light.

They watched for a few more minutes until a loud clang onscreen led to a face on the screen, mouth open in a wide, disgusting grin and crazy eyes on full display. Caroline screamed and pulled the blanket over both their heads.

“I hate horror movies,” she groaned over the sound of someone being eaten.

“Honestly why are we even watching them,” he agreed. His arm was around her waist, making sure she didn’t fall, and their faces were relatively close. It was too dark to tell, but she thought he was staring at her.

She giggled. “The first time was because I triple dog dared you, and you couldn’t just say no.”

“You ended up punching me, remember that?” He laughed. “I had to wear a bag of frozen peas for almost the whole day.”

“Sorry,” she said, falling onto his chest tiredly. All of the jumping, screaming, and even scared-crying had exhausted her.

He relaxed, all tension leaving him. “Think we should turn this off and go to bed?”

Caroline asked shyly, “can we stay out here? I don’t want to be alone, or I’ll never get any sleep.”

He sighed but nodded. “Okay. Let me turn something else on real quick, though. What do we have that’s not scary?”

She knew exactly what they could turn on, but it was an embarrassing relic of her childhood. After a moment of indecision, she spoke. She trusted him not to make fun of her. She trusted him with a lot of things.

“...I brought Where’s Gary? from home.”

“The Spongebob movie?” She nodded sheepishly. He laughed. “Alright then.” He pulled the blanket off, and both were grateful that the screen was now some field where the main girl was crying and covered in blood. There was no monster, no face, and nothing scary except the girl’s crying face. (Caroline hated how Klaus’ eyes wandered over the girl's’ body, and she was feeling petty. Sue her.)

He stood up and stretched, and instantly she wished he would come back. The apartment was shadowy, and the blanket cold without him. He searched for a moment, then quickly changed the DVDs. The screen went from black to yellow, lighting up the room.

He moved back to the couch and asked, “how do you want to do this?” There was only the couch and the old man chair that didn’t recline.

“We can share,” she said, hoping she wasn’t going to do something she would regret. They were in sleep clothes (him a tee and boxer briefs, her in a tank and shorts, no bra in sight), and it would be way too easy to relive the horror stories she’d heard of friends sharing the bed. Or couch, in this case.

He raised an eyebrow but climbed in behind her. It was big enough to fit them both but small enough that they had to be moulded to each other like they were one. His arm went around her waist and held on tightly.

They laid there for a while, talking about the movies they’d seen. She was falling asleep pretty quickly though.

“You’re ridiculously comfortable,” she mumbled, snuggling backward. She didn’t even think about what her body was doing -- it had a mind of it’s own.

He said something back, but she was sleeping before it could register.

…:::....

Finals came and exhausted both of them.

They barely saw each other, just in passing. Caroline would come home to shower and eat, then go back to the library. Klaus was camped out at the table, and they’d only really waved to each other.

They’d gone summers without talking before, but it felt different that time. They’d been talking every day, whenever they both had free time, and now they weren’t.

She made it her job to talk to him, after that. Even if she didn’t really have time.

She refused to think about why, exactly, she had hated going so long not talking.

…:::....

The holidays came quick after that. Thanksgiving, they spent apart with their respective families. Caroline’s mom had stayed local, while only Elijah and Rebekah had stayed after the Mikaelson family moved to New Orleans.

But Christmas, they spent together. They’d gotten each other presents before, but always small ones.

That year was not the case.

Their tree had broken on the 22nd, leaving them without one, and all the big parts of the meal had spoiled.

It was shaping up to be a terrible Christmas. Caroline was on the verge on a mental breakdown, feeling the stress pile up more and more. She wanted a perfect Christmas, wanted everything to go to plan. (And maybe put up a mistletoe. But not for her and Klaus. Nope.)

Klaus made it all better, though. He told her they didn’t need to do things traditionally and paid for a nice meal of pizza.

When it came for exchanging presents, he’d gotten her a beautiful infinity bracelet and a pair of earring she’d seen his grandmother wear before she passed. (Which was a big deal considering his grandmother had been a rich, old-fashioned Norse lady who’d loved Caroline to bits.)

She’d gotten him a watch he’d been asking for, a set of Japanese Tombow Mono drawing pencils, and a Montblanc sketchbook (thankfully for sale). She’d wanted to get him things that were special, that he’d use. (And maybe she wanted him to sketch her, even though when he had in high school, she hadn’t liked it.)

He’d been so happy, he’d immediately started sketching and exaggeratedly checking the time every ten minutes.

She’d watched him do it and bugged him about what he was drawing for hours, heart swelling.

…:::....

In January, Klaus caught Caroline doing something she’d successfully hidden from him for years.

She was dancing, sliding around in knee high socks, and loudly singing ‘500 Miles’. All while trying to do the dishes.

She was only alerted to his presence when he slid up next to her and started drying. There was a strict no-shoes rule, so his sliding wasn’t the surprise. The surprise was that he was there at all. He was supposed to be out on a blind date (one that she’d helped him get ready for with a heavy heart and a lump in her throat that she was pretending weren’t there).

“Oh my god!” He quirked his lips, not bothered by her loud exclamation. She turned the music down so she could question him. “What are you doing here?”

“She wasn’t interested in me, so we left. What happened to you going out for the night?” He put a dish in the washer, then started on a new one.

She shrugged, also continuing her task. “Everyone cancelled. Bonnie is sick, Elena is fighting with Stefan and Damon again, and Matt had to work last minute. Wouldn’t have been fun going out by myself.”

“Well, there’s still time if you want to get dressed.”

She set the bowl down with a big smile on her face. “Really?” He was notorious for never going out to clubs. Tonight was her lucky night, if he was being serious.

“Really.”

“Oh my god, okay, hold on. I’ll be right down,” she shrieked and ran upstairs. As she was putting on her tightest dress, a small part of her brain told her she was going to have Klaus drooling before the night was over.

She forced it to shut up.

…:::....

When they came home that night, they were both drunk. Shoes were kicked off quickly, and the door accidentally slammed shut.

He stumbled into her just inside the doorway. “Sorry.”

She waved a hand. He laughed and moved to the kitchen. She followed after him, knowing if she didn’t drink some water, she’d hate herself in the morning.

He was leaning up against the counter when she finally got there. They really had too many freaking pieces of furniture for her to bump into.

She smiled at him and swayed her hips as she got a water bottle. She’d been teasing him all night.

She got a few gulps before he growled and moved closer. He pressed her up against the empty sink, arms on either side of her body. She set her bottle down, and rested her hands on his shoulders. “Are we doing a heart to heart?” She giggled.

He shook his head. Instead of saying anything, he leaned closer and kissed her. She gasped, and his tongue took advantage, sweeping into her mouth.

Their first kiss had been during a game of spin the bottle in ninth grade. There had been no tongue -- it had barely been a peck, and no effort on either side. Not the case for this kiss. She pulled his whole body so that it pressed right up against hers, and her fingers went to his hair. His arms wound around her waist, and he dominated the kiss.

After a long time, they broke for air. He whispered, “I love you.”

And the record in her brain scratched. She pushed him away before he could kiss her again. He licked his lips but didn’t try anything.

“We’re drunk, Klaus, we can’t….” She looked at him, feeling frantic.

“Oh. Oh, yeah. Okay.” He dragged a hand through his hair and threw a thumb over his shoulder. “I’m gonna go to bed then. We have all the time in the world to do this but I gotta -- “

“Okay, goodnight.” If she heard the end of that sentence, she was going to jump his bones.

“Night, love.”

As soon as he was gone, she downed the rest of the bottle and fled to her room.

…:::....

The next morning, it was revealed he remembered nothing except where they went and the first few rounds.

She breathed a sigh of relief and spent the whole day ignoring him. Every time he asked why, she deflected.

It went on like that for a few days before she could look him in the eye again without picturing all the filthy thoughts she had when she went to bed that night. He’d really opened her eyes to what she was doing. Living with the guy she was insanely attracted to, for one, and fantasizing about said guy (who was right next door), for two.

It made her back way off, try to get her head on straight.

Klaus took what he could get over those few days. So when Caroline finally opened back up, he pounced.

He was teasing her all morning, but she didn’t have it in her to give her usual snarky comments.

Eventually, he asked, “okay, what’s wrong? You ignored me for days and now you aren’t sassing me back. What happened?”

“It’s nothing, Klaus. I’m just tired.” And falling in love with you, she didn’t say.

She tried to walk away, but he moved swiftly and blocked her path. He held her upper arms to keep her from going anywhere, like she could get past him even if she wanted. “Caroline, something happened. Just tell me. Please.”

Caroline shook her head. She hated when he said please. He said it so rarely, it always meant he really wanted something when he did. She could never resist his please and he knew that. But if she told him, then he’d freak out, shut down, and push her away. She’d rather deal with awkwardness than not having him at all.

“Did someone do something to you?” She shrugged, not wanting to lie. He had done something to her -- he’d kissed her and made her face the feelings she wanted to ignore. “Who do I have to punch?” He demanded.

“No one! I’m just tired, okay?” She pried his fingers off and pushed past him. He let her, though she could tell he wasn’t happy with her answer.

“I’ll find out if it was one of the Salvatores or Enzo. Or Tyler!”

She turned around, pissed. “Don’t bother. It was you!” Then she locked herself away in her room and refused to answer his questions.

Hours later, she went downstairs, hungry. Klaus was in the kitchen, standing at the spot where they’d kissed. He watched her as she grabbed a granola bar and leaned on the opposite side.

They were silent for a while, thinking. Caroline hated it. She hated that it was so awkward, but what was she supposed to do? Tell Klaus that he’d kissed her and practically ruined her for any other guy? Tell Klaus that she was mostly in love with him and that every one of her thoughts had something to do with him? Hell no.

Eventually, he asked, “did I tell you I love you?” She nodded. “And I kissed you.” She nodded. “Caroline, I am so sorry. No wonder you didn’t tell me. I forced myself on you, I forced my feelings on you again, and -- “

“Wait, wait. What do you mean? You didn’t force your feelings on me. I kissed you back.”

“Because you felt forced to!” He grit his teeth, making her wince. It was one of her least favorite things about him.

She rubbed her temples. “Klaus, listen to me. I didn’t tell you because  you couldn’t remember and I didn’t want to make things awkward when you realized I kissed back.” She looked him in the eyes, overwhelmed with nerves. “I like you. Actually, I really like you. I knew you’d act all weird if you found out, which is exactly what’s happening. That’s why I didn’t say anything.”

He scowled. “You don’t have to lie, Caroline. I know you don’t like me like that. I don’t need you to spare my feelings by lying to me.”

She crossed her arms. “I’m not lying to you about anything. I do like you. I did kiss back, because I wanted to. And I ignored you for three days because I didn’t want it to get weird, not because I’m scared of you sticking your tongue down my throat or whatever.”

He stared at her. She stared back.

After a while, she broke. “So? Do you still like me back?”

He let out a breathy chuckle, like he just couldn’t believe her. Basically, their typical situation. “Yes.”

They smiled at each other, all the tension leaving the air. Caroline remarked to herself, it was literally a breath of fresh air.

She moved towards him, determined to make things as right as she could. She wrapped her arms around his middle, and sighed into his chest. His arms found their places (they were curled up together so often, she knew exactly where he would rest them now), and they stood there, content, for a while.

…:::...

Not too long after, Caroline pulled Klaus in between her bare legs and gently bit his bottom lip. She was trying to be sexy, but she wasn’t sure how she managed it after an all-nighter.

He laughed, pulling away slightly. His hair was in disarray and stuck up in all directions, but he’d never looked hotter to her. Though she was unsure about her own appearance, his was, without a doubt, one hundred percent sex god.

Not that he would get to know that. His ego didn’t need inflating after round three last night. Still, she was getting hot just looking at him. Her hand snuck down, under the blanket, not quite touching him where he wanted.

He shifted, trying to get her hand in the position he longed for. When he spoke, though, he told a different story. “Caroline, we need to sleep. We’ll miss class.”

She smiled at him, trying for coy. Her hand above the blankets rubbed from his pectoral to his shoulder blade. He shuddered. “One class each isn’t that bad. We can just get notes from someone.”

Her fingers wrapped around him, causing him to moan sexily. She didn’t have that much experience, truth be told, but it was still the hottest sound in the whole world. “Maybe you’re right….”

An hour later, they weren’t quite asleep yet. They were curled under the blankets, underwear on to make sure they got their required rest. (Caroline insisted. If she had access, she would do something about it, and Klaus was the same way. If they didn’t, they’d never sleep again.)

“Mm, you’re warm,” she told him, snuggling into his chest. Her toes were pressed between his calves and her fingers were tucked under her head and chin. He was wrapped around her like an octopus, fingers carding through her hair.

“Thank you,” he whispered back, content but alert. His smile turned wicked. “You’re very warm, too. And wet.” He pulled her closer, to whisper in her ear, “and inviting, too.” His last words oozed with a double entendre.

She squealed, pushing him away. She was exhausted, though, so he didn’t go very far. They both ended up laughing quietly.

They were quiet for a while, just laying together and soaking up the closeness. Rebekah had caught wind of their confessions, and was around 24/7 trying to get dirt on them.

She blinked and yawned, curling up a little more.

He grinned. “Are you part cat?”

“Shuddup,” she said back, lightly swatting at his arm. Her aim was wonky with her almost-sleeping state, but he didn’t comment.

Instead, he said to her sleeping form, “I’m going to marry you someday, you half-cat.”

(Spoiler alert: he did.)