#Buckets Blakes

[sherriievalance]

SUMMARY: Hard launching your relationship with Paige Bueckers on court after a good game.

WARNINGS: Second person point of view, fluff, light kissing, and cheerleader reader.

The loud ring filling the basketball court, UConn winning once again. Each fan cheering and screaming in their seats.

You on other hand are cheering on the sideline, moving your pompoms in the air as you’re screaming “Let’s go Huskies! Woo woo!”

A wave of people rush on court, hugging each other and screaming.

You feel a gaze on you as you’re cheering, your eyes immediately tracing down the person who’s looking at you— Paige.

You feel giddy as you make eye contact, giving her a wide smile, shaking your pompoms. As you do, she mouths “Come over here” while waving her hand over.

You rush over, weaving your way through the crowd as you grip your pompoms.

As soon as you get in close enough proximity she brings you into a hug, a tight hug as her arms wrap around your waist.

“Paige..what about the cameras?” You whisper, wrapping your arms around her neck as you tighten the hug.

Paige shakes her head, giving you light kisses. “It’s fine, who cares.” She murmurs in between her kisses.

You nod as a light blush creeps on your face, you finally return her kisses, giving her a quick but genuine kiss on her cheek.

After a minute of you two together, a wave of cameras and interviewers circle around you.

Paige let’s go of the hug, but keeping her arms wrapped around her waist; not caring anymore.

As she answers questions your gaze is locked onto her, your mind buzzing from excitement. Everything else around you two a blur, just you and Paige.

my first paige blurb! hope you guys like it!

[hauntingrabbits]

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory 2

[bueckersbitch]

Earthbound - paige bueckers x oc

✴︎ chapter one : welcome home

✴︎ based off of : the 100

✴︎ characters : paige bueckers x oc (vada rivers)

✴︎ warnings : violence, mention of abuse

✴︎ word count : 1k

✴︎ authors note : hi hi hi! moving forward each season will be a chapter, i just think this is a really good way to start off before going into longer chapters, you’ll see that clarke is not in this au. neither is finn, as paige is the main character instead of clarke. no vada in this one but trust she’s otw ;) enjoy!

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The smell of smoke lingered in the air after the dropship crashed onto earth. Another chance. With resources scarce on the ark, the leaders had run out of solutions, only one: send 100 juvenile prisoners to the ground to see whether Earth is survivable or not. Considering the fact that Paige wasn’t melting from radiation, she’d put good money on the fact that it is.

The dropship door opened, and Bellamy Blake urged his younger sister to do the honors. Paige had heard stories about her, the girl under the floor. The ark had strict rules; resources thinning throughout the years meant each family was only allowed to have one child, so when Octavia was born, her mother had no choice but to hide the girl in her stateroom, in the small space under the floor. When the council found out, Bellamy and Octavia’s mom was floated, in other words, ejected into space.

Paige unbuckled herself, standing up and grabbing her backpack. She made her way towards the dropship door.

Octavia stepped out of the dropship, taking a deep breath, opening her eyes, and shouting “We’re back, bitches!” Hollers come from those around them as everyone leaps into their new home. Leaving their past behind.

Paige diverges from the group, finding an opening and pulling out her map. Mount Weather, their source of supply, was a good 20 miles straight ahead, on the other mountain peak. “Why so serious, P?” Lillie questioned. Paige’s best friend since first grade, Lillie was like the sister Paige never had. “You see that mountain over there, Lils?” Paige pointed. Lillie nodded, “That’s Mount Weather, meaning there’s a radiation-soaked forest in between us and our next meal.” Lillie groaned in frustration, dragging her hand over her face in disbelief while muttering, “They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain.”

Paige scouts for volunteers to take the hike with her and Lillie. She can hear bickering coming from behind her: Bellamy and Octavia, no doubt. Something about Octavia not wanting to be controlled anymore. Lillie approaches Paige with two guys, thrown in jail for stealing weed. Monty Green and Jasper Jordan smiled and waved to Paige. Paige felt empathetic for the boys. Their crime was nothing like some people down here, including her. Granted, it was justified. Paige was charged with attempted murder, defending Lillie against her abusive, now (ex) boyfriend. 

“Have room for one more?” Octavia tapped Paige’s shoulder. Paige’s braided half-up-half-down hitting Octavia’s face as she whipped herself around. Octavia backed up in retaliation. “I’m sorry about that,” Paige said, smoothing her hand over her own hair. Octavia forced a smile, stepping closer. “Okay then, let's get moving.” They wandered off into the forest. Paige glanced at Lillie, nodding before following Octavia.

Paige and Lillie walked side by side, taking in all the greenery they were stripped of on the ark. The vibrant colors provided a fresh and comforting feeling compared to the dull greys of their past home in the sky.

“Soooo what’s gonna happen with you and Ivy?” Lillie broke the silence. Ivy. A girl that Paige had been seeing on the ark before she got arrested, a casual friends-with-benefits type of ordeal. Paige scoffed, holding her backpack straps as she jumped over a log. “I don’t know. We got the whole sky separating us now.” Lillie shrugged. “The sky’s the limit, I guess.” Paige rolled her eyes at her friend’s attempt at a joke.

Monty quickly shushed the girls, ushering them over. “Look.” The group watched carefully. A deer. The first sign of life they had found since crashing from the sky. They all smiled with excitement. They’d never seen an animal in real life before, let alone so close. Jasper took a step closer. A branch broke in the result, gasping, he looks up. The deer was alarmed, thrashing its head to locate the source of the noise.

Everyone stumbles backwards at the sight that's revealed to them. A second head.

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“A result of the radiation, definitely,” Monty reasons, still shaken up by the distorted animal. Continuing to follow the map, the sound of water floods their senses before they can see it. Emerging from the forest, they see that a river separates the two forests. “Something’s wrong, there’s not supposed to be a river here.” Paige states, eyebrows furrowing. “Well, I’m not trying to find out what could be in the water, are you guys?” Lillie asks. “Yeah, I’m cool off that.” Paige says, looking around for something to use to get across.

A perfect vine, long enough to get everybody across, one by one. Paige climbs the rock, dry hands pulling the vine to check its durability. “Seems good enough to me.” Paige gets herself ready, anchoring herself to the vine, an inch away from pushing off the rock, when Jasper yells, “Wait! Let me.” Paige is puzzled, looking to Lillie for answers; Lillie nods her head to Octavia. Paige had been completely oblivious to Jasper's growing crush on the girl.

“A’ight then, try not to fall in the water.”  Paige hands off the vine to the boy, bug-eyed goggles sat on his forehead, fingers fidgeting with nervousness in his fingerless gloves. Eager to impress Octavia, he takes a deep breath, then swings.

Cheers exclaim from the group, excitement overtaking their senses. Jasper lands safely on the other side, the vine bouncing back to Paige. Once again, she grips the vine, ready. Jasper lifts something above his head, “Guys! We made it!” Paige’s eyes move faster than she can register, reading the beat-up sign, somehow having survived three generations, it read: Mount Weather. The middle area was unreadable, but the bottom clearly said: Keep Out. Paige was about to cut through Jasper's yelling, wanting to tell him about the clear warning on the sign, when something cut him off before she could. A large spear, thrown with unimaginable accuracy, right through his chest, throwing him into the tree behind him. The group called out his name in disbelief. Paige removed her hands from covering her mouth, opting to quiet everyone down. 

One thing was for sure,

they weren’t alone.

[rolex-kaard]

so there's this book

[jynxlinkz]

Have a safe and careful April fools!!

[reavesluv]

Reavesluv — Blog.

I'm M, I play bball, Costa Rican.

Minor safe blog, she/her.

I’m a Laker & Sparks girl!!

English isn’t my first lenguage!

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➞ I write about my favorite characters or people.

➞ I’m straight. Either way, i write for Paige Bueckers and Kamorea Arnold.

➞ I ONLY write one shots. (sometimes with more than one part)

➞ Requests are open. I don’t write smut.

➞ I could write about any character in:

¡ The Walking Dead.

¡ The 100.

¡ Outer Banks.

➞ and also:

¡ ANY NBA player, mostly lakers’ players.

¡ Uconn wbb.

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➞ here’s my main girl:

Paige Bueckers

➞ Other main works:

Kamorea Arnold.

- Good luck, babe.

Austin Reaves.

- Winning Rebound.

Dalton Knecht.

- coach’s daughter.

➞ haven’t write yet:

Rafe Cameron.

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➞ Let me know if you want a tag on specific people.

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➞ Other works masterlist:

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➞ Currently writing + ideas to develop:

Cameras | fluff | Paige Bueckers

[wonkasposition]

Catcf x the black phone au, in this essay I will -

[wexhappyxfew]

this viv x blakely piece is actually destroying me plz know. what do you mean ev blakely found her curled at one of the wheels of Silver Bullets, with nothing but a letter and a small blanket, telling him that she just can’t face anyone right now with what she’s going through. and he tells her that he doesn’t mind staying with her so she’s not alone. and she’s just i-

[cosmicviolencce]

what we're fighting for. bellamy blake.

summary: where bellamy sees you by the river, and you realize he needs a reminder of how good the earth can be.

warnings: smut, violence, fluffy, nsfw, swearing, breasts worship, unprotected sex, bellamy x fem!reader.

notes: just read the books and that made me inspired so theres a lot of descriptions of the earth and stuff at the beginning, hope you don't mind... word count: 3.7k

inspired by forest nymph by sophie woodhouse.

since you landed with the prisioners, your perception changed completely.

things were so different from the space, the air would actually smell like things, like trees and grass and dirt and... water.

you had your list of favorite things in the planet, including the sunset and flowers and the amazing feeling of laying on grass and watching the leaves waggling upon you, but the water would surely be on top of that list. it would taste infinitely better than how it did in the ark, but what you really loved was how it felt against your warm skin when you stepped into a river, or how calming the water would sound with the singing birds and the blowing wind against the trees.

there was a river a few kilometers away from the camp. everything was new for you, for a hundred teenagers on their first time in a new planet, though you weren't the first ones after the cataclysm, neither the only ones living there — and you discovered that in the worst possible way. but that didn't matter for you, because you already lived your whole life locked up in a cell, and you were already born in a box in the space, which didn't make things better.

the simple acknowledgment that you could actually see things you didn't even dare to imagine before was already worth the danger that came with the exploration; hostile grounders sneaked behind the trees and the next victim could be you, but you didn't care.

so you'd always find a way to sneak out the camp discreetly, and after insisting on helping with tasks on the camp that involved taking buckets of drinkable water to the camp or washing supplies, you had the path memorized in your brain, recognizing every curve and every hill.

your curious eyes wandered everywhere, and they still weren't used to how absurdly green your surroundings would be, so distant from the void you stared from the ark windows before you got arrested. and in that river, that beautiful place where trees were so close to eachother they created arcs of leaves upon the flowing water, you felt safe like in a fortress. at first you felt constantly watched, afraid a grounder would jump on you with a fatal stab from their spares.

now it didn't matter. as long as you could listen to the sound of the water flow crashing against the large rocks at the margin, feeling the cold sensation embrace your body, you'd die at peace.

so you made that a ritual, your secret little ritual. oh, swimming felt even better than floating on the gravity simulator. you took off all your clothes, disappearing into the water that mirrored dark green leaves. sat there, you could watch still as animals passed by to refresh themselves, and they didn't fear you. you felt like a mystical creature with superpowers, like you were born in the earth and belonged there.

at first, that was the first impression from the man that got surprised with the image of a young woman swimming so freely. when reality hit him, he wondered if it could be a grounder, but it didn't make sense, a grounder wouldn't be so near a river the teenagers used so often. not alone.

such a beautiful woman, wet long hair falling in waves on her bare back. slender and soft, stopping next to the edge of the river and hugging her knees like a fragile creature, covering all her nudity. he felt a pull, a primal urge to approach something so different from his roughness, from all the violence that planet offered. something pure and untouched.

bellamy watched from afar, hidden behind large leaves. then, when he realized it could be one from his own people, he approached. even if you were naked, even if you seemed so peaceful and free in your solitude. he couldn't let one of his own people in danger, so he stepped foward. your trained ears were so used to the quietude that it was easy to detect any changes on your surroundings. your eyes quickly looked for a sign and your hands instinctively went to your breasts, even though your knees were already pressed against them.

so, when he realized that, he stepped out from the darkness behind the tree and stopped by the marge, trying not to scare you. even though you weren't aware of how long he watched you, a hint of admiration still made his eyes shine. he was amazed, and tried to cover it with his toughness.

"you shouldn't be here," he said. a dead rabbit was hanging on his left hand, a bow positioned across his chest. he was hunting.

"i know," was all you answered, trying to look back at the water with nonchalance while you hugged your knees tightly.

"so you're rather stupid or suicide," he murmured with a hoarse voice, trying to intimidate you with his commanding tone as he did to everyone else in the camp. you didn't answer, which made him sigh in frustration.

then, he removed the bow from his chest and placed it upon a rock before approaching the river with a knife on his other hand. you watched it attentively as he started to clean the dead animal that would probably feel most of you later./p>

he was almost able to act as if you weren't naked so next to him, as if you didn't know he was trying hard not to stare too much at your hypnotizing form. he just couldn't leave you alone, so he made an excuse to not to leave. to be close. — to protect you, like the internal urge he felt when he saw you there, so sweet and innocent.

so while he pretended to be focused on removing the thin skin from the animal, you dived back on the deepest part of the river so that the water would cover your bare skin. you pretended to do something, to clean your hair or your to remove some leaves that the river would eventually bring from it's flow.

but bellamy couldn't stop watching.

your back, turned at him, moved gracefully. he admired your curves, the way the water only covered your hips. teasingly. your hair seemed even longer when it was soaked, and covered you like a blanket. but when you pushed your hair to the side to softly rinse your shoulder, his eyes fell to the curve of your back, imagining how his hands would feel against you. the sight of your exposed neck was driving him crazy.

he sighed, quickly focusing back on his task. even if all he did was for not leaving you alone, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for making you feel vulnerable. at least he imagined you did, and he wouldn't blame you for that.

he cleared his throat. "it's getting late. it'll be dark soon."

"i know the way back," you said.

"i know you do." he said with slight irritation, what made you chuckle and turn your body to face him. but, when he took you in, water would be at your collarbone height.

"you act as if we weren't in the fucking earth."

his eyes went from the rabbit to you. "do you realize how many we've lost?"

you frowned, pressing your crossed arms upon your chest.

"that doesn't make the earth less amazing. just look around. it deserves our admiration... even if for a single moment."

he looked around quickly, "moment's over."

he swallowed, trying not to let your words annoy him like they would annoy the leader and responsible version of himself. being in charge of a camp meant having to carry on your shoulders the weight of every tragedy, and you could imagine how fucked up that was. but bellamy needed to understand your point of view too; and maybe it wasn't as easy for him to admire your freedom because he wasn't a prisioner like the rest of you.

but who in the ark would ever imagine any of you would be able to see the earth again?

"just look around, bellamy," you tried to step on his direction but remembered you were naked, and his eyes lowered quickly to your arms pressed tightly upon your breasts. you stopped there, because every step closer would take you to the surface and reveal more of your body. "there's trees, and animals, and... goddamnit, everything's so amazing. makes me feel like it's worth it," you said, "any of us who died got to see that, and the rest of us got the chance to make life possible again."

he seemed to think about the depth of your words for a long moment. they were beautiful, but not enough to get trough his tough facade.

"i don't have time for this. maybe i'm too busy keeping us alive,"

you sighed, frustrated.

"come here," you murmured in a soft invitation.

it was tempting. you standed so pretty, your frame shining among the water, your rounded eyes begging him for a chance to show him the beauty of the earth when you were the definition of it, a magical creature asking him to approach.

but he couldn't.

"listen, i don't have time for your-"

"please," you insisted with a soft smile, "i'm coming back to the camp with you, i promise. just come here..."

he sighed in frustration. though he tried to keep his word, he was still bellamy blake afterall, and the sight of a beautiful girl calling him that way would have it's effects on him

he put the rabbit down, cleaning his bloody hands on his jeans befote kicking his boots and removing his shirt. and at this point, it was already normal to stare, so you did. watched as his bronzed chest rose and fell repeatedly in a slightly quickened breath, his strong arms falling at the sides of his body while he approached you.

you smiled in satisfaction, now covering both of your breasts with one hand while the other took his own, bringing him even closer.

"look up, bell," you told him, your eyes following his to the trees that towered you, and for a second his eyes shined in admiration. leaves danced upon you with the wind, creating a calming sound that mixed with the flowing water. then, birds began to sing and you smiled.

you looked back at him, his pretty lips slightly parted as he began to relax, to appreciate the beauty that surrounded you two. then, when he realized, he'd lost you. he looked around to he surprised by your hands on his eyes, blinding him. from where you standed, so close behind him, he could feel your nipples brushing against his bare back, what made him sigh and swallow nervously.

"now listen," you murmured in a low and soft voice, guiding him. your breath so close to his ear made him shiver, "does anything you've heard up there in the ark sounds like this?"

you used one hand to cover his eyes while the other lowered to his heart, and you felt his incredibly fast heartbeat.

"maybe you need a break from the fight to just remind yourself what we're fighting for," you whispered and his breath got caught in his throat. "we're in the earth, bell. that's amazing for itself, just... think about that."

he sighed deeply, as if trying to take in the combination of your words and all the natural sounds around you. then he started to feel what you feel, what he felt himself when the dropship came down before the feeling got lost with the responsibilities. but it was easy with you, with your body so close to his, so intimately.

he felt as if the world silenced around him, and he could hear only his heartbeat.

your touch lowered from his chest to his abdomen, letting your nails tease the skin above the hem of his pants. he arched his back against you with a gasp.

then, your hand fell from his eyes and when he turned his body to see you - almost desperately -, he found that smile of yours, as he always did. and it was for him. your hands didn't cover your body anymore, they rested calmly at your sides, and your long hair served as a veil to your beautiful breasts.

and he had to see you.

he had to unwrap that gift the woods offered him, to feel you and claim you. every primal instinct shouted him to do so, because your ability to calm him trough a war got him simply amazed. hypnotized. so he gently put your hair behind your shoulders, now revealing your form completely. so pretty. his eyes shined, his hands ached in anticipation and the tenderness of his touch made you shiver. but you didn't move. you stayed there looking at him, seeing what else he wanted to do to you.

because you were at your favorite place in the universe, and his presence was the only one that didn't made you apprehensive in this world full of death and tragedies, and he did nothing but to touch you like a hidden pearl. his fingertips trailed down from your collarbone to the base of your breasts, feeling how heavy they were before squeezing both. you moaned, reaching for his curls at the back of his head and grasping it in response.

he swallowed hard, his jaw tensing with the burden of a hard decision.

"i should take you back to the camp," he said, yet not able to let go of you, his hands lowering to the curve of your back and brought your body closer to his as the water embraced both of your bodies.

"not now," you said firmly, and yet, it was one of the softest things he's ever heard.

"it's not safe for you here. you're vulnerable."

"i'm not," you murmured in a whisper, looking deep inside his eyes, "i have you." he blinked a few times, waiting for his heart to take in your words before continuing. "and i trust you," you said calmly, and he was almost flabbergasted. did you not understand the weight of these words upon him?

"you can't just say things like that," he murmured in frustration. his breath was hitched, ghosting over your face.

"come closer," you murmured, gentle fingers still stroking his scalp. he obeyed, gluing your body on his with your chest pressed further against his, and the growing bulge in his pants met the warmth of your thighs. he groaned at the realization; his clothes were the only thing between you, you were fully naked. and sometimes that was hard to take in when half of you body was covered by the water.

"i need you," was all he had the strength to mumble under his breath with his lips already ghosting over yours. in another situation, he'd simply take your lips with his the second you gave him the opportunity for it, but he felt in your arms the comfort he'd never felt in his whole life while all the responsibilities took over, and he was able to accept whatever you were willing to offer. like a lost boy in a fairy's arms.

you lips rubbed against his neck caressing the soft skin there, and you could feel his scent; something like woods and sweat. you needed it to fill your lungs, and you inhaled deeply. he held you tightly against him, lifting your body until your legs encircled his hips. felt like everything he's ever dreamed of, and suddenly he understood what you tried to explain.

the feeling of freedom.

and he needed more from you, to take all you was willing to allow him to feel; he kissed you deeply while guiding your bodies deeper into the water. you moaned against his mouth when he squeezed your waist, almost as if trying to bring you impossibly closer. you parted your lips for him and he groaned, tasting you desperately while you used your grip on his hair to bring him even closer and allow him to sink inside your mouth.

water seemed to dance around you, comforting and embracing your bodies. you didn't realize he was moving until he positioned your body gently in a large rock and pulled back to simply admire you there; droplets of water all over your skin while you layed there so sweetly, waiting for him.

he wanted to be inside you so bad, but the way you looked at him made him lean foward to kiss you again.

"just wanna make you feel good, bell," you murmured against your lips, and he kissed you again.

"you will."

you could feel him unzipping his pants, but you were too busy planting soft kisses on his jawline to do something about it. then, bellamy was hovering your body now, pants and boxers at the height pf his heels. you barely had time to admire his thick cock, to touch him and feel how his pulsating flesh would feel against your palm because he was already parting your thighs and forcing himself inside you.

you could feel every inch of him easily sliding inside your wet cunt. he groaned, burying his face in your neck. you sobbed, your delicate hands still on his hair, caressing and pulling at the dark locks.

your back arched against the tough surface, scratching your pretty skin. he pulled back and sank further agaisnt your warmth, needing more and more of the comfort you provided him, as if his heavy clouds filled his mind to the point he could no longer think about his duties and responsibilities, just the tight warmth of you sweet cunt encircling his throbbing cock.

and his only obligation was to drag more of those tiny sweet sounds from your lips.

he rolled his hips against yours, trying to feel all the extension of your insides, to know how deep he could reach before pulling back again, and again, and again.

"i need you so much," he breathed out, like fucking you this deep wasn't enough. his shoulder's muscles contracted so beautifully upon you, and your lips parted to let out a silent gasp. he was hitting you so deep you could almost roll your eyes if it wasn't for his torturously slow pace.

your hands lowered to his back in a sort of comforting touch, and you felt his burning skin; rays of sun mistreated his skin as he shelted you under his large frame. it would burn later, but you'd make sure to provide a more comfortable place for him to fuck you next time.

"faster," you pleaded in a whisper. he wanted to savour you, but he definitely wasn't against the suggestion; he'd have time to fuck you slowly over and over again, but right now, your pulsating walls brought him closer and closer to a no return point.

he pushed himself inside you harder and harder, one hand supporting his weight on the hard surface of the rock to allow the other hand to explore your body, cupping your breasts before using his hand to steady your trembling hips against the floor, allowing him to hit a sweet point inside you that made you moan in a quite satisfactory loud sound.

"holy fuck, bell," he looked down at you to meet your pleasured expression, half lidded eyes and the blush in your cheeks that came with the approaching release. he smiled trough his parted lips, parting your legs to sink even deeper inside you in a new angle, "fuck, just like that..."

he followed your words, despite fighting the internal urge to tease you further. his cock already throbbed fastly and not much different from your convulsing spongy walls, orgasm would reach him and he was desperate for it just like you were.

"hmmm..." he hits you even faster, "so. fucking. good."

"bell," you cry out, cheeks burning with the growing heat, legs tight around him, "bell..."

he reached for your swollen clit, his thumb brushing against your sweet spot while he lowered his mouth to suck at your breasts, pulling at the flesh between his lips and caging your nipple between his teeth making you scream pityfully. his cock pulsed harder at every response.

you pressed his face against your breasts and he submitted willingly, burying his face until he was lost between your soft skin, leaving marks there while he tried to distract himself from the growing urge — he had to feel you coming first, to listen to your sweet sounds.

so when his stimulation at you clit mixed with he burning pain as his canines stucked into your thin skin, your body couldn't handle it anymore, your pussy dripping slick and bathing his cock as it moved even quicker inside you.

"fuck, fuck-" you gasped, panting as your body contorted around him, "come with me," was all you whispered, making him nod repeatedly between your breasts.

your pussy clenched around him, your tiny sounds announcing your release for him and for all the trees around you, nature surrounding your intimacy while the world semeed to spin around you.

orgasm hit you two like a thunder, reverberating in your bones and making you tremble in a weakness that made your hips stutter against his. the accumulated tensin in your tummy spreaded all over your tired body.

bellamy moaned under his breath, pulling back and stroking his cock as it spilled all his release in your stomack in sweet threads of thick and warm cum, making you moan one last time before trying to bring fresh air to your lungs again.

he pulled back, putting back his jeans to kneel between your spread thighs again and take a deep breath, eyes closed. then, he did it again. focused on the sound of the wind, the flowing water and all the nature around you. and his body still felt the final effects, the ecstasy from release.

he felt like floating, for the first time in a while. thanks to you.

then he opened his eyes to meet you there, smiling so sweet at him and only for him. and he smiled too. leaned forward to cage you and kiss your neck tenderly.

"gotta get back now, princess," he mumbled, look deep inside your eyes,"but i have to say; i owe you for this. and i intend to return you the favor."

you smirk, supporting your weight in your elbows to face him. you touched his back softly, and the simple contact made him wince as the sudden absence of adrenaline made his skin burn painfully.

"i think you were wrong," he looked up, blinded by the sun, "not everything here is that good."

you giggled, pulling him closer to press your lips against his.

"'s okay. i have time to convince you again,"

[gold-onthe-inside]

with love, from reid

who? spencer reid (s8) x blake!reader summary: after a case ruins spencer's carefully planned valentine's date, he does his best to make up for it. but all you needed was him. and all the gifts in the world are nothing compared to yours. word count: 3.3k based on: Valentine’s Day Request - Spencer and his partner are separated for Valentines Day (maybe he went to go visit his mom or he was on a special assignment like in Minimal Loss and a storm grounded flights) but he uses every method possible to give his partner the most amazing Valentines Day ever. a/n: i'm so sorry for sitting on this request forever, but inspiration struck today i guess. hope you like it anon.

Spencer’s not like other guys. It’s the mantra you have to keep using to keep your head on straight. But being cheated on by someone you had been about to marry changes your whole perspective on things. Makes it harder to trust, even the most angelic man you’ve ever met. You have to take a deep breath every time he gets a call from JJ or Penelope, have to remind yourself that there’s a valid reason for every missed date, every morning you wake up without him. Because it’s scary how much you like him, how often you think about him.

The scarce amount of time you both get makes the little moments more important, and he knows it. In his head, he’s been building it up, down to the cardigan he would wear on the 14th. He’s calculated the exact amount of time it takes to get from Quantico to your hospital, chosen a restaurant within walking distance — something right up your alley with exotic food and a quiet atmosphere. He knows how many footsteps it’ll take to get there, how many topics you can cover, all of it, down to miniscule details. The flower arrangements that would wait for you both. The menu he had memorised in his head, knowing exactly what you would order. The average time it would take for you both to finish eating while talking. The train back to his apartment, where your favourite movie would be waiting.

If only he could control this unsub the same way. But they were no closer to finding the unsub on the 13th as they were two days ago. He’d been putting off the call all day, staring at his phone until Alex had pointed it out, unravelling the first stitch of his sealed lips. The seam split and he told her everything — the date he’d planned, the flowers he’d bought in advance, the reservation that was waiting for you. He receives the pat on the knee he’d been expecting from Alex, the promise that you’d be understanding (who would know better than her, really?), and her stern voice telling him to call you.

You can hear the regret in his voice when he calls, the tired fatigue that makes you smile sympathetically. “Did you get home okay?” he asked, scuffing the back of his sneakers against the floor, standing right outside the precinct, stars glittering above him, much brighter in Tennessee than in DC. It’s a whole nother date on his bucket list — going star-gazing with you.

“Yeah, just now,” you replied, and he can see you in his mind’s eye, taking off your boots and neatly arranging them in your rack, keys in a clay dish that an 8 year old had made for you, the crick in your neck that he wants to massage for you. “How about you? Any closer to finding your strangler?”

“No,” he huffs, leaning against the railing. There’s a slight chill in the air, but he can’t feel it, not right now. He just wants to hear your voice. “But that’s not important — I just wanted to make sure you made it home safe.”

You huffed a small laugh, and he can hear you bustling around over the call, maybe changing into your pyjamas, or hunting for ingredients to make a quick dinner for one, and a frustrated ache builds behind his eyes. He wants to be there, with you, listening to old jazz music and making dinner and small talk. “I think I’m in less danger than the FBI agent hunting down a serial killer, honey.”

“You’re always in less danger than I am,” he grumbles, the beginnings of a smile playing at his lip. He closes his eyes, tilting his head back and picturing the dimly lit kitchen in your apartment, the scent of spices and the warmth of old vinyl records. “I miss you,” he confesses in a soft, almost broken tone.

He hears you pause, a palpable beat passing before you murmured, “I miss you too.”

“I wish I could be there,” he says. He wants to run a hand down your back, trace his knuckles over your cheek to feel the softness of your skin. “I had a whole night planned for us tonight.”

"I know, lovely," you murmured, leaning on the kitchen counter, phone pressed to your ear. "There'll be other nights."

He sighs. He hates having to cancel on you, especially now, when they’re already so rare. “Not like this one,” he mutters, and he knows you can probably tell by his tone that he’s pouting like a child.

“Why, because tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day?” you asked, talking while making a quick pasta.

He’s quiet for a second. Then — “Yes,” he admits in a near-whine. “It was going to be a special night.”

"Spence... Every day is Valentine's Day with you," you said, knowing exactly how cheesy you sound and running with it anyway.

Spencer’s just grateful you can’t see his face right now, because he knows he’s blushing a little, that he has an adorably smitten smile on his lips and he’s sure it would only embarrass him if you could see. “Sap,” he accuses lovingly.

"Said the man who collects ticket stubs of every movie we see," you retorted, grinning into the phone.

He sputters. “That’s — that’s — you’re not supposed to know about those,” he complained. “I keep those for myself, they’re a private collection for a reason.“

“Wow, what happened to what’s yours is mine?” you teased him, watching the pasta boil, and Christ, you felt like a lovestruck teenager right now, like those sickly sweet couples in Hallmark movies.

“That’s — there’s exceptions to that rule,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t you dare touch those. I’ve sorted them in chronological order, by the way — if one is out of place, I’ll know it was you messing around, looking over my things.”

You laughed into the phone, bright even with how tired you felt, because he brought it out of you, a glowing feeling in your chest that made the ache in your feet hurt a little less. It’s a sound that never fails to make his heart skip — the softest, most wonderful noise he’s ever heard. “I wish I was there,” he says again, his voice suddenly quiet and heavy with want.

"I know," you said quietly, watching the water grow cloudy as your pasta cooks. "But those women need you more than I do right now, Spence."

“Stop using logic on me,” he says, only half-joking, his expression serious even though you can’t see it. “I want to be selfish with you tonight.”

"Sweetheart, you don't have a selfish bone in your body," you replied affectionately.

“It’s not fair,” he complains, still playing the part of the pouting child in his mind, just whining and grumpy because he wants to be with you. “I was going to give you flowers, and take you out to dinner, and I was going to drive you home and kiss you so much—”

"We can still do that," you said, cutting him off before he could fill your head with ideas and then you could say goodbye to sleeping peacefully tonight.

“Not tomorrow,” he says. He’s almost definitely pouting right now, staring down at the pavement, his eyes dark under his lashes. “And it’s only Valentine’s once a year, I wanted it to be perfect.”

You fretted as you turned the gas off, putting off straining the pasta as you turned into the phone. “Why’s this so important to you, angel?” you asked softly.

It’s one of the things he loves about you — the gentleness with which you handle him, the way you ooze with care and curiosity instead of coddling concern. “This is our first Valentine’s,” he replies, slightly petulant. “And I wanted it to be good. Something you could look back on. I had it all planned out.”

Christ, you could cry with how much Spencer cared about you. You couldn’t remember anyone, boyfriend or not, who loved you this much. “You know it would’ve been perfect, regardless, right?” you asked gently. “You and me, that’s all I need. Even if it’s over a phone line.”

He’s quiet for a moment, just listening to you speak. “You deserve the best,” he says eventually. “You deserve flowers. And an elegant restaurant. And a movie. And a home cooked meal.” And me, he wants to add, but he doesn’t. “Not a phone call and the knowledge that your boyfriend is across the country.”

"Sweetheart, I get all of that from you even when it isn't Valentine's," you said, in that same gentle tone. "Besides, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you were here when you could be catching a killer."

“Why do you have to be reasonable?” Spencer groaned, rubbing a hand over his face again because you’re being entirely too logical for him to fight with right now. “That’s not fair.”

You chuckled, crossing your arms and leaning on the counter. "We'll have a make-up date, I promise," you said. "Just how you planned it."

That seems to pacify him a little bit, because he lets out a soft sigh. “Okay,” he agrees, slightly begrudgingly. “But I’m in charge of planning. You don’t get a say in the matter.”

You fake a tsk, as if planning mattered at all to you. "Fine. Whatever you decide."

That makes a soft, contented sound form in his throat — one bordering on possessive. “That’s what I thought,” he says, and you can all but envision the smirk on his lips.

"Go find your killer," you chided him, grinning stupidly, but there's no bite in it.

He lets out an amused huff. “Yes ma’am,” he teases, before his tone softens again. “I miss you. I’ll try to come home as soon as I can, okay?”

"Okay," you replied. "Stay safe, please."

“I will,” he promises, because he knows how much the thought of him getting hurt scares you. “Don’t worry about me.”

You snorted quietly, like it was possibly to not worry about him on cases. "Bye."

“Bye,” he responds quietly, and he wishes he could kiss you goodbye, trace the line of your lips with his fingers and feel the pulse in your neck against his fingers. “Sweet dreams.”

"You too," you whispered before hanging up. Spencer stands there for another moment after the call ends, his phone still in his hand and his heart heavy, and he wonders if it’s possible for someone to actually ache from missing someone this much.

And then Morgan’s calling him inside with his newly minted nickname since dating you — ‘lover boy’ — to adjust the geographic profile and he’s unwillingly dragged back into the vortex that is his job. And he has to shove any thoughts of you to the back of his mind for the time being, the lingering ache at the edge of his chest a constant, nagging thing that he has to continuously push past to focus on the case.

The whole team is working hard to try and solve this, but progress is slow. Somewhere between analysing blood spatter patterns and doing his own research to figure out their unsub’s deal, he does his best to plan your make-up date, paranoid that someone would see him looking for places to take you and make his day worse. Eventually, tired of having to look over his shoulder, he bites the bullet and calls Garcia for help, even if it would no doubt get back to Morgan and the rest of the team.

And then he has to deal with Garcia’s excited squealing, her incessant questions about you both, her comments about how cute he is and how she needs to meet you. He keeps his head down and grits his teeth, because he knows she means no harm, and it’s a small price to suffer through just to have this night be perfect.

The first thing to arrive was a bouquet of tulips with your morning paper waiting outside your door, a pretty arrangement of red and pink that matched the outfit you were going to wear to work — the whole department had agreed to come in red, white, and pink colours — and you can’t stop smiling as you go to put in a vase with water.

He gets the picture texted to him in the middle of a briefing with Hotch and the team, barely able to restrain his smile as he checked his phone under the table.

You: They’re beautiful, thank you.

He’s oblivious to Morgan giving him an odd look as he texted you back:

Spencer: Only the best for the most beautiful girl in the world.

Spencer tucks his phone back into his pocket when the meeting ends, pointedly avoiding eye contact with Morgan. He knows he’s going to get bombarded with questions he doesn’t feel like answering, and for once he’s glad they have a case to work on so he can use that as an excuse not to interact with him.

The second arrival was a package sent to your office, because of course he had your shift schedule memorised, and you signed for it, grasping the brown paper package that was obviously a book back to your desk. There’s no reason for you to hide it, not in the sanctity of your own office, but it’s as if you’re back in school, your crush sending you a note that you unfurl under your desk, finding a hardbound copy of Persuasion, arguably your favourite Austen novel.

You do your best not to blush, picking up your phone to text him, chewing on your lip before flipping to the right chapter and sending him a direct quote.

You: There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison.

Spencer’s in the middle of examining a body when you sent him the text. But as soon as he feels his phone vibrate, he pulls it out without a second thought, uncaring of the fact that Morgan and Rossi are looking his way. He has to hold back a smile because no, he won’t give Morgan any ammunition.

Spencer: You have my whole heart.

“You two are sickening, I hope you know that,” Morgan told him, a smirk on his lips.

Spencer’s head snaps up in alarm at the sound of his voice, and he quickly drops his phone in his pocket, face flushing. He’s silent for a minute, trying to regain his composure and come up with something to defend himself. “No idea what you’re talking about,” he replied weakly.

"Uh-huh," Rossi replied, masking a smile. "Can we look at the body now, or does your girlfriend have more input?" He wouldn’t be surprised if you did, to be honest, but he’d rather keep you out of this part of his world. He just shook his head, stepping closer to the slab.

Your last gift came in just as Valentine’s Day was about to come to an end, Spencer silently tracking into your apartment, 5 minutes away from midnight, cringing as he opened the bedroom door as quietly as possible. You’re asleep, your breathing soft and deep, the soft, soothing sound filling the room. He kneels by your side of the bed for a moment, just looking at you: all loose-limbed and relaxed, your face soft and sweet against the pillow. He can’t help the little smile that tugs the corner of his mouth up, and he wonders how he got so lucky. Softly, he reaches out, fingertips gentle as he brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

You flinched, startled awake, until you recognise Spencer's eyes blinking back at you. "Jesus Christ, you scared me," you breathed out. "You should have told me you were coming."

“I was trying to be quiet,” he murmured, keeping his voice low so only you would hear. His hand brushed the curve of your jaw, a soft, almost reverent motion. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You sink back into your pillows, shifting inside so he can sit on the edge. "I would have waited up for you if you'd called first," you murmured, voice thick with sleep.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hip right against your knee, his fingers still trailing along your face, then resting on your thigh over the covers. “I tried to get home earlier,” he said, and he sounded exhausted, the stress of the case weighing on him. “But the team was debating something. And then paperwork...”

"You don't have to explain," you said softly, shaking your head, making a mess of your hair.

He watches you, his gaze lingering on the mussed locks on your head, the sleepy bleariness to your eyes, the pinkness to your cheeks, and he feels a surge of longing so strong it borders on painful for a moment. He loves you like this — soft and sweet and rumpled with sleep, and he wants nothing more than to curl up next to you right here and now. “I hate being away from you for so long,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I missed you so much.”

"Should've caught your guy faster then," you said, shifting up to meet his lips with yours. "Happy Valentine's."

He returned your kiss, his fingers trailing up to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. “Happy Valentine’s,” he murmured against your lips, before he was kissing you again, harder this time, and you could tell he was tired by the urgency with which he held onto you.

"I realised something when you were away, you know," you murmured against his lips.

He pulled back slightly so he could look at you, his fingers still trailing along the back of your neck. “Yeah?” he asked, tilting his head to the side and studying your face with those sharp, intelligent eyes of his.

You nodded, looking at him with your own fond gaze. "I love you," you said softly. Plain and uncomplicated.

He had heard those words plenty of times in his life, but he’d never tire of hearing them from your lips. He felt his heart stutter in his chest, and he moved his hand to cup your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “Say it again?” he whispered.

"I love you," you repeated, your smile glowing in the dark, streetlights dancing over your ceiling.

He felt something in his chest settle at the words, at the reassurance that you really were here, and you were his. He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your nose, the. corner of your mouth, then the underside of your jaw. “I love you,” he murmured against your skin. “God, I love you so much.”

Your arms winded around him, his face burying itself in your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin, his arms wrapped around your waist. His hands slipped up under your sleep shirt, his touch warm and soft against your back, and he practically sunk into you, needing the closeness, needing to be surrounded by you.

"I know the day didn't go to plan," you murmured, "but this is the best Valentine's Day I've ever had."

His arms wrapped around you a little tighter, like he couldn’t get enough of having you pressed against him, and he pulled his head back from your neck so he could look at you properly. “Me too,” he said, then reconsidered. “Well, the whole day was hell, but this… this is perfect.”

"Yeah?" you asked, pecking his lips.

He chased your mouth, kissing you again, lingering on your lips for longer. “Yeah,” he replied softly. “Being with you is all I need.”

[sherriievalance]

ILL BE WATCHING YOU! paige bueckers.

SUMMARY: You—a new student from ASU just transferred to UConn for cheer, and start to see Paige everywhere you go on campus. ( first part of a new series ) WARNINGS: Second person point of view, fluff, cheerleader!reader, and that’s it!

You walked to your first class, it also being your first day at UConn. You had been transferred from ASU to UConn because of cheer stuff. But the way you had felt right now you couldn’t put into words.

You were used to Arizona, the nice weather, the hot burning sun, and most of all; used to ASU. ASU’s atmosphere, and the fact you had so many friends there.

Now it’s just you in the chilly Connecticut weather as you most definitely underdressed. You had worn leggings and an athletic top—which it was way too chilly for you to be wearing just that.

But as you pushed your thoughts away you stepped into the class, immediately heading for the back of the class.

You get yourself settled and pull out your laptop, hearing the professor ramble about something until he is shortly interrupted by a girl rushing in.

You see her apologize to the professor as she lightly jogs up the steps, sitting right next to you.

You’ve seen her before—maybe. She looked familiar you thought.

You are though quickly snapped out of your thoughts as she asks for a pencil, “Yo, you got a pencil at all? I kinda need one..” Her voice barely above whisper but still being able to hear the sheepish undertone to her voice.

You nod, “Oh yeah! I only have mechanical ones.” You smile, whispering back to her as you grab the pencil out your water bottle pocket on your backpack.

The girl swiftly grabs the pencil, immediately starting to write stuff down. “Thanks.” She shortly says, her gaze drifting back to you every few seconds.

You ignore her, not in a rude way but in a ‘I need to focus’ way.

“What’s your name?” She whispered again, tilting her head as her eyes flicker over your face.

You blink, you sort of mumbled your name as you were more focused on the professor. “Whats yours?” You ask right after, sort of interrupting the girl.

“My names Paige. It’s nice to meet ya.” Paige nodded, leaning back into her chair.

You nod, smiling politely as you go back to your work.

The class had finally ended an hour later, you had a break in between now and your next class. So you decided on going to the gym area—to just practice stretching and stuff. You had heard that a few other cheerleaders would be there so you weren’t nervous at all.

After walking around campus in attempt to find it you finally did, as you walked in you saw one side of the court with the cheerleaders and the other side with the basketball players.

You shrug as you get onto the court, lightly jogging over to where all the cheerleaders are.

The three other girls quickly introduced themselves, you introduce yourself after and immediately started clicking with them.

As you guys were stretching your gaze fell on Paige—the same Paige you saw in your first class.

As if she could feel your eyes on her, her eyes look right at you, making eye contact.

You awkwardly smile for a few seconds then go back to stretching, all of sudden feeling hot.

Paige on the other hand kept looking back at you, you being right there. Knowing Paige she’s never been scared to talk to any girls, that just wasn’t Paige. She’s usually cocky and quick to sweep girls off their feet—but you were different. You gave this giddiness in her chest when she saw you, and even though she’s seen you twice she knows you’re the one.

Paige gets interrupted as Kk stands next to her, following Paige’s gaze. “Ooo Paige has a crush!” Kk sarcastically says, laughing as she nudges Paige.

Paige’s face flushes and shakes her head, “I do not.” She defends herself, pushing Kk away.

Kk shrugs, “I meannn it sure look like you do.” She pauses, “Just talk to her or somethin.” She nonchalantly says, her gaze flickering between you and Paige.

Paige shakes her head, turning around to face the hoop. “I can’t and won’t, she’s different, I can’t just talk to her. And anyways she looks straight.” She shortly says, stumbling her words a little.

Kk snickers, “You won’t ever know unless you do somethin.” She mutters, going back to the other girls.

Paige turns her head, frowning a little, her gaze flickering back to you.

But as soon as her gaze went to you, yours already on hers.

You feel a light pink blush creep up to your ears, you smile at her.

Paige awkwardly returns the smile, nodding as she swiftly turns back around.

After an hour your mini cheer practiced had finally ended. You were sweaty like crazy as all your baby hairs were sticking to your forehead.

You said your goodbyes to all your cheer teammates a few of them walking with you, as you gave Paige one last smile as you said goodbye.

Paige stumbles her goodbye as she smiled back.

Kk comes up behind Paige, nudging her shoulder. “Yo, look what ya girl left.” She snickers, nodding her head towards your Stanley that you had left.

Paiges eyes look over to where Kk was nodding, immediately feeling that same giddiness in her chest. “I can bring her water bottle back to her, and I could talk to her!” Paige says excitedly, rushing to grab your light pink tumbler.

Kk nods, “Mhm.” She hums, turning back on her heels as she feels proud of herself.

Paige awkwardly holds your Stanley, bringing it close to her chest as she walks down the path you just went down.

Her gaze shoots around as it finally lands on you, Paige feels a nervousness in her chest as she walks up to you.

“Yo, you left your water bottle back there, and I just wanted to bring it back to you, so you have water for the rest of the day.” Paige somewhat confidently said but still stumbled over a few of her words.

You give her a wide smile, ushering your cheer teammates away. “Omg thanks Paige!” You beamed. As you grabbed your Stanley your fingers brushed against hers, a small blush appearing on your face.

“I don’t know what I would do without it.” You continued, having to look up at her to make proper eye contact.

Paige shrugs, “Yeah of course.” She nonchalantly says, her gaze flickering around your face.

“Well I’ll see you around, yeah?” You asked, tilting your head as your eyes scans Paige’s eyes.

Paige nods, dropping her mouth but pausing as she thinks of what to say. “Um yeah, I’ll see you around.” She try’s to say in a nonchalant manner again, but failing.

You give her one last smile as you turn on your heels, your heart racing as what feels like a thousand beats per minute.

While Paige’s is also, feeling a blush appear on her face as she walks back out onto the court.

this is going to a multi-fic series so be ready 👻

[ellswritings]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Derek Hale x Reader

TW: Mentions of blood and death, werewolfy things, Stiles being an absolute spaz, age gap, Jennifer Blake (cause she’s a warning on her own), major feels, and a tiny bit of angst, some bad words. I think that it y’all. Once again, let me know if I missed something!

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There have always been two constants in Y/N L/N life when it came to living in Beacon Hills, life threatening creatures and the possibility of her imminent death. When she became friends with Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall in Kindergarten, she wasn’t completely aware of what she signed up for. Most people would think the constant Star Wars marathons with Stiles and lacrosse training with Scott would’ve drove her away early on, but she stayed. Not that they’d let her leave even if she tried. Having them as her best friends has always been a blessing and a curse. She would do anything for them, but she didn’t know anything included becoming a supernatural creature.

A werewolf to be precise.

The night of the dance their sophomore year, Y/N had seen Lydia walk out of the dance in which she assumed was in search of Jackson. But when she saw the blonde boy lingering in the hallways, she had a feeling something was off. When she went in search of the girl and found her at the lacrosse field, there was no escaping their inevitable fate. That was one of the many times Y/N thought she’d meet her end. Watching Peter Hale run towards them at fully speed before taking a nice bite out of their skin was not on her bucket list for the evening.

Since then there have been plenty adventures for the “McCall Pack” as she’d like to call it. Allison’s grandfather Gerard coming to town, the Kanima, Derek and his pack trying to kill Lydia, then finding out it was Jackson, only to have him turn into a werewolf and run off to London. There might have been a couple kidnappings and restraining order somewhere in there, but those are minor details.

And, of course, with a new year comes new threats. There has been a recent string of kidnappings that turned into murders that none of them have been able to solve yet. They’ve tried as a group to brainstorm, meeting at Derek’s new loft every so often to get the entire groups opinion, but nothing has come out of it. Well, besides spending extra time with the Alpha. That’s an aspect Y/N didn’t mind in the slightest.

She had no issues making herself at home in his loft, despite his halfhearted protests. No one could understand how Y/N had the ability to just throw her feet up on his coffee table and not get her throat ripped out. It’s either she has no regard for her life, or Derek has a soft spot for her which is something no one saw coming.

The two have always had an interesting relationship. Y/N enjoys arguing, similar to Stiles hence why they get along so well. She loves getting under Derek’s skin and pushing every button she knows he has. It’s almost as if she goes out of her way to try and get a reaction out of him. No one blames her really, it gets entertaining hearing them go at it. Especially for Stiles.

Whenever anyone needs to ask Derek for a favor, the first person they send his way is Y/N. For one, they’ve only ever heard the word “yes” come out of his mouth when talking to her, and she’s the most likely one not to flinch if she has to kill him. She has a conscious, it’s just not always active.

Y/N rides up to Beacon Hills High on her motorcycle before parking in the thin spot near the bike rack. She carefully takes off her helmet, smoothing down any stray pieces of hair that might’ve fallen out of place. She had been told to go to Derek’s the night before to ask him if he’s found anything out about their new lethal friend, the only issue is when she got there, she could hear her new teacher Jennifer Blake in the apartment with him. She felt the urge to completely kick the door down and interrupt whatever conversation was happening, but she practiced a high level of self-restraint. She knew Derek was aware of her being there. He could smell her the same way she could him. But the hot white rage that filled Y/N’s chest forced her to walk away and ride angrily back to Stiles’s place.

Scott and Stiles watch their friend from the steps at the entrance to the school. Her ever present frown is a little troubling as it is much more prominent than usual. They didn’t get the full details about what angered her so much the night before, but it’s clearly still bothering her. She takes the keys out of her bike before stomping up to them. When she notices them staring at her, she lifts an eyebrow, “Something you wanna say?” She challenges. Both boys look at each other and simultaneously shoot her a fake smile.

“You– you look nice today,” Stiles comments awkwardly as he rubs the back of his neck. “Did you uh– did you do something new with your hair?”

Y/N stared at him blankly while Scott mentally facepalms at his friends attempt at covering up their concern. She simply shakes her head, looping her arms through both of theirs. “I’m fine if that’s what you guys are wondering. Derek was busy last night so I just came back to the house. That’s it,” she explains shortly, leaving no room for questions.

Scott scrunches his nose and a look of realization dawns on his face. It quickly morphs into disgust the more he thinks about it and Stiles furrows his eyebrows curiously. He looks over Y/N’s head and waits for his other best friend to clue him in on what’s got him all bothered. Scott makes sure Y/N’s more focused on weaving through the crowd before mouthing “She’s jealous” over to Stiles.

“I’m gonna grab my notebook real quick,” she tells them. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as she reaches her locker, Stiles leans over to attempt a discreet conversation with Scott. “What do you mean she’s jealous?” He asks in a whisper. “Jealous of what?”

“I don’t know,” Scott answers, watching Y/N carefully. “But I’m assuming it had something to do with what happened at Derek’s last night.”

“Why would she be jealous over something with Derek?” Stiles scoffs, his eyebrows furrowed.

Scott shoots him a pointed look. Stiles is an absolute genius when it comes to certain topics, but girls and social cues are not one of them. His jaw drops slightly when he realizes what Scott’s implying. He rapidly shakes his head, flailing his arms in the air. “No– no, uh-uh. There’s no way. Absolutely not.”

“It’s not like you can stop it,” Scott chuckles. “If she likes him, she likes him.”

“Oh God,” Stiles groans disgustedly. “Out of all people? Sourwolf? Really?”

Scott shrugs with an amused smile as Y/N turns to start walking back, “The heart wants what the heart wants.”

“Okay, but does it have to want him?” Stiles continues to complain. “And if she’s jealous that means there was someone else there last night. Who? Because last I checked, Derek is a very acquired taste.”

“How would I know?” Scott replies. “Now shut up before she realizes we’re talking about her.”

The three of them made a pact awhile back that they wouldn’t eavesdrop on each other’s private conversations unless they were in danger. So they knew it would be safe to have said discussion despite Y/N’s enhanced hearing.

“You guys ready?” She asks.

Both nod vigorously, trying to hide their gossip, but their desperation to seem normal gives them away. Y/N simply rolls her eyes and says nothing. She once again links their arms together as they head towards their English class. No one needs werewolf senses to see how tense and angry Y/N got at the sight of Ms. Blake. The fury behind her eyes is one everyone in the pack has had to face at one point or another. Scott vividly remembers those eyes when Issac stole the last piece of her banana bread from when they went to the bakery they all love, and she threw him clear across his house.

Y/N separates herself from the boys, taking her spot next to Alison and Lydia while the boys sit down behind them. It’s a miracle how they all ended up in the same class. Y/N opens up her notebook, choosing to doodle rather than pay attention to whatever Ms. Blake is writing on the whit board in front of them. Alison looks at Y/N’s drawing with curiosity and smiles, “That’s really good,” she compliments.

It’s her beginning sketch to one of her favorite book characters, Sirius Black from Harry Potter. Y/N tries to muster a genuine grin, “Thanks,” she replies.

Alison isn’t clueless though. She can feel the difference in Y/N’s attitude from how she acts on a regular basis. She squints her eyes trying to silently figure it out before turning back to Scott who already knows what she’s wondering. What all of them were wondering. Who got Y/N so riled up? They know she’s jealous of something that happened with Derek, but who could she be jealous of?

“Alright, good morning everyone!” Jennifer greets with a smile that makes Y/N’s blood boil. She brings a hand up to play with her helix piercing to prevent her claws which will no doubt make an appearance by the end of this class. “Today, we're going to delve deeper into Shakespeare's Othello. I want you to focus on the themes of jealousy and manipulation that are littered throughout the text.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow on her teacher. The word “jealousy” feeling like a direct hit on their current situation. She cracks her neck before flipping to the page in their text book. She slouches in her chair, leg bouncing up and down. She quickly begins to run out of patience hearing the teachers heels click every time she takes a step.

“Y/N,” Jennifer calls out. “Why don’t you go ahead and start us off by reading the first paragraph?”

The grip Y/N has on her pencil tightens. There it is. Scott can not only smell it, but he can see it with his own eyes. The tension is more than palpable. Jennifer was the one at Derek’s last night. Y/N tilts her head, “Why can’t someone else do it?” She deflects coldly. “Lydia for example is quite the fan of our troubled poet.”

The challenge in her voice makes Jennifer hold back her own glare. She should’ve known Y/N would be the student to give her trouble from the beginning. The class shifts uncomfortably from the sudden chill in the air. “Y/N, it’s important for everyone to participate. Please, read the passage,” she requests with forced patience.

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that,” the (h/c) haired girl answers, folding her hands together as she leans on the desk. “I have crippling anxiety when it comes to reading in front of people. You wouldn’t want to do something to cause a breakdown would you?” She asks in the most taunting voice possible.

Lydia and Alison both stare at their friend with confusion. Stiles has to sink low in his chair to hide the inevitable laughter that’s about to come out of his mouth. While Scott just covers his face with his hands, waiting for World War Y/N to take place in his English class.

Jennifer quirks an eyebrow, “Did you not just do the school play of Beauty and the Beast last month? Where you played Belle? The lead role?”

Silence.

“That’s different, Ms. Blake,” Y/N corrects. “Not that I’d expect you to understand, but playing a character and who I am in real life is completely separate.”

“Well, that’s perfect then,” she nods. “Why don’t you go ahead and read it in character for us?”

A strong scent of copper fills Scott’s nose. He glances down and sees Y/N’s claws dug deep into her thigh. Stiles notices Scott’s wide eyes and glances where he’s looking. When he sees the wide open wound his face turns pale white before he shuffles in his chair.

“What a fantastic idea,” Y/N quips sarcastically before glancing down at the page below her. As she begins to read, the passive aggressiveness in her tone is evident. “O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on."

Her eyes lock with Jennifer's, and she can't help but add, under her breath but loud enough for her friends to pick up on, "How fitting"

Jennifer's expression hardens, but she maintains her composure. She leans on her desk while looking Y/N in the eye, “I would like a word with you after class Miss L/N,” she says coolly before continuing on with her lesson.

The glare on Y/N’s face never fades. She burns holes into the back of Jennifer’s head. Scott grew increasingly more worried that her eyes would flash, giving away her secret for all to see. All four of her friends exchange worried glances. Y/N’s never really been one to get in trouble on her own accord. She’s gotten detention, but ninety percent of the times it’s because Scott and Stiles roped her into it. The boys take it upon themselves to text Lydia and Alison, informing them of their theory of what is causing Y/N’s sudden aggression.

Lydia purses her lips together as she reads the texts. She leans back to whisper to Stiles, “This should be interesting…”

The rest of the class drags on, time ticking fairly slow. Y/N doesn’t say much, but the nasty looks she shoots cut more deeply than any words ever could. Halfway through the period, Stiles places his hand on her back to help keep her calm, which she wouldn’t admit, helped a lot. When the bell finally rings, the students begin to file out. Y/N stays behind, her anger barely contained. Scott, Stiles, Alison, and Lydia linger outside the door, trying to listen in on the upcoming confrontation.

Y/N rolls her eyes as she slings her bag over her shoulder. She approaches Jennifer’s desk with a sickly sweet smile. The teacher doesn’t buy it though. “Y/N, what is going on with you today?” She questions firmly, feigning concern for the younger girl.

Y/N shakes her head, producing the most innocent face she could. “Going on with me? Nothing at all, Miss Blake. I am doing just dandy. Why do you ask?"

Jennifer bites the inside of her cheek, narrowing her eyes, but she manages to keep her tone measured. "Your behavior today has been disruptive and disrespectful. You are a talented and well-read young woman. I expected more from you."

Y/N chuckles, leaning more of her weight on her left side, popping her hip to show just how much she truly cares about this conversation. “Oh, I’m sure you do, given your high standards and all. It must be exhausting to keep up appearances,” she comments with a deceptive charm.

The older woman’s nostrils flare, knowing exactly what she’s trying to get at. Of course this is what her behavior is all about. Jennifer takes a deep breath, “Y/N, your comments today were out of line. This isn’t about keeping up appearances, it’s about maintaining respect in the classroom."

Y/N walks closer to her desk with a sly smile. She traces her finger up the wood, rubbing the dust in between her fingers. “Respect? Funny you should mention that. It seems respect is a bit... selective around here."

Jennifer's patience finally snaps, though she tries to mask it with a strained smile. “Y/N, your insinuations are inappropriate. Whatever issues you think exist, this isn't the place to air them."

Y/N barely even makes eye contact with the woman, flicking off the small dust bunny she formed with her fingers. “Of course,” she agrees mildly. “From now on, I’ll make sure to be more… discreet.”

Her teacher’s eyes flash with irritation, “You know what? Your behavior today has been unacceptable. Detention. After school. I expect to see you here as soon as the bell rings.”

Y/N opens her mouth to argue, but the look in Jennifer's eyes stops her. She storms out of the classroom, her friends quickly falling into step beside her. Stiles trips over his own footing as he tries to grab Y/N’s wrist, “Would you just– Jesus– Y/N. Slow down!” He exclaims, finally catching her. He grabs onto her, holding the girl in place.

Y/N raises her eyebrows, “What?” She bites out. “I have to get to Calc.”

“Care to explain what the hell is going on with you?” Lydia tries to coax the information out of her. She knows it’s never good for Y/N out of all people to keep things bottled.

“Nothing’s going on with me,” she denies. “I’m fine. Are we done here?” She scoffs, spinning on her heel to walk away.

Scott runs in front of her, “Y/N, we just want to help,” he insists softly.

“I don’t need your help!” She snaps. The wounded expression on his puppy dog face makes Y/N groan at her actions. She runs a hand over her face, “Look Scotty, I appreciate it. I appreciate all of you, really, I do. It means a lot that you care so much, but this isn’t something that I feel like talking about right now. I need space and time to plot out her murder and then maybe we can have a discussion later, okay?” She says nonchalantly, kissing Scott’s cheek before walking off to her calculus class.

They all stand there stunned for a moment. Stiles watches after her, pointing at the girl and turning back to his friends, “Did she– did she just say plot her murder?”

“Yup,” Alison nods, popping the “p.”

As the school day goes on, Scott and Stiles continuously try to monitor Y/N and her behavior. Something about her unhinged jealousy is putting everyone on edge. Luckily, the advanced classes they don’t have with her, Lydia does. So whenever they can’t be together, they assign someone else to watch over her.

When Lydia reports back, they’re all slightly shocked to hear that she was absolutely fine in all of her other classes. Which only affirms their theory that Ms. Blake was in Derek’s apartment last night, and that’s why Y/N acted the way that she did.

When the final bell of the day rings, Y/N growls under her breath, knowing she has to spend the next hour or so with Jennifer Blake in an enclosed space. She marches down the hallway, mumbling profanities under her breath before pushing the door to her classroom open. Stiles and Scott watch from afar, the latter trying to listen in for any painful screams. But knowing Y/N, if she truly were to murder someone, it wouldn’t be loud or obvious.

Y/N furrows her eyebrows when she sees Jennifer packing up her desk. When the woman hears her door open, she glances over in her students direction. “Miss L/N, I hope you had a good and reflective rest of your day,” she comments, clearly not interested in Y/N’s day whatsoever.

Y/N doesn’t bother responding. She simply stares at her straight faced with her arms crossed. Her patience is dwindling the longer they stand there. Jennifer picks up her handbag before sending Y/N the nastiest smile she could.

“Well, Mr. Harris should be here in a couple of minutes to oversee your detention, so you can wait in your seat until he arrives.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow, “And why exactly am I waiting for Mr. Harris? Weren’t you the one to give me a detention?”

Her teacher smirks, “Yes, yes I was,” she answers with a shrug.

“Then wouldn’t it be your responsibility to oversee it? You can’t just hand out detentions and not stick around for it,” Y/N scoffs.

“Normally, I wouldn’t be leaving like this. I would happily spend the next hour of my life lecturing you on proper classroom etiquette, but I have certain plans tonight that I’ve been looking forward to. So Mr. Harris has agreed to take you off my hands,” she explains.

Y/N can smell her smugness. Only if she demonstrated this side of herself in front of the class. Y/N clenches her hand tightly, feeling her claws emerging from her actual nails. Anger rushes through her, but she pushes it back with a curt nod. “How interesting. Do you mind me asking who these plans happen to be with?”

Jennifer cockily leans forward, whispering in Y/N’s ear, “You know exactly who they’re with.” Then she pulls away from the young girl, walking out of the classroom without a second glance.

The werewolf’s eyes flash a bright yellow as she watches Jennifer stalk off. She squeezes them shut, trying to avoid any kind of outburst. Her frustration grows by the second, her heart beating abnormally fast as she hears Jennifer getting in her car to no doubt drive to Derek’s loft. A red hot fire fills her soul as she makes a decision that will no doubt have consequences later. But she would rather serve a two hour detention with Harris than watch Derek be with that woman.

Y/N storms out of the classroom, running down the hallway. She ditches her detention, figuring she could come up with an emotional enough lie to relieve the punishment afterwards. Her backpack bounces up and down, smacking into her tailbone as she runs. Her feet pump as fast as they possibly can as she runs through the greenery of the woods. She doesn’t have to pay attention to where she is because her body already knows where it’s going. Almost as if she’s called to be there, her inner wolf begging to move faster.

When she finally slows down, she’s directly in front of the door to Derek’s loft. Her chest rises and falls with her shallow breaths as she simply stares at the door. She didn’t see or hear Jennifer’s car, so that means their’s still time. She licks her lips out of nervousness before hesitantly bringing her hand up to the door, knocking on it softly.

She waits anxiously, wiping her now sweaty hands on her jeans. Y/N’s not used to feeling like this ever. She doesn’t get nervous. Most of the time, she’s the most confident person anyone could meet. Hence why she was friends with Lydia before she even knew Stiles existed. When she goes over to Derek’s, she never usually feels like this. Like her heart might just beat out of her chest if she doesn’t see him. She fights off the small whimper threatening to escape her throat. She doesn’t need to be nervous and embarrassed when he answers the door.

Y/N rocks back and forth on her feet, growing more weary as time passes. Silence fills the air around her and she suddenly feels the urge to throw up when she hears footsteps growing closer. She silently prays he can’t smell how absolutely out of sorts she is. Her inner monologue to give herself a confidence boost doesn’t do much when she sees his shadow at the bottom crack of the door. When the door swings open, it reveals a very dressed up Derek Hale. His face turns into one of confusion when he sees her standing in front of him.

“Y/N,” he greets, completely shocked by her presence. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh– I– um,” she stumbles over her words which causes Derek to look at her with curiosity. She’s not the type to be at a loss for something to say. That’s one of the things he admires about her. She sucks in a deep breath, “I just needed to see you,” she answers.

Derek steps aside slightly, allowing her into his apartment. When she walks in she can’t help but feel safe. This loft has almost turned into her home away from home. She’s here more often than anyone else out of the pack, and Issac lives here. It isn’t until now that Derek can smell the mix of emotions radiating off of her. It’s a concoction of things and he can’t tell which is the primary source of her unannounced appearance.

“What’s this about?” He asks her with a lifted brow.

Y/N sighs, trying to blink back the intermittent flashing of her eyes. “I know someone was here last night,” she reveals. “I came by and heard her. Then I find out today that you two apparently have plans,” she continues getting progressively more irritated. “Which didn’t make sense to me because I thought you were smarter than that.”

Derek crosses his arms, his own anger rising at her tone. He’s used to her empty sarcasm and insults, but this time it’s fueled by actual emotion which sets him equally on edge. “It’s none of your business who I have plans with, Y/N,” he says shortly.

Y/N laughs humorlessly, “None of my business? It is absolutely my business if the person you have these plans with is a complete stranger!” She exclaims loudly. “We don’t know her Derek. She could be the person behind all these killings and kidnappings and we wouldn’t be any the wiser!”

“Your teacher?” He challenges. “Responsible for everything that’s going on?” He chuckles at the obscurity. “Right. I’m sure that’s it,” he shakes his head at the accusation. “Isn’t the whole point of making plans to get to know someone? So wouldn’t it be nice if I did go out with her?”

“She’s manipulating you,” Y/N insists. “And you’re obviously too blind to even see it.”

“Why do you care so much?” Derek asks, his voice elevating as well.

“Because–” She waves her hands around exasperatedly, trying to find the words. “You’re not exactly known for your taste in women!” She all but scolds. “Remember Kate? The lady that up and killed your entire family. Well, I remember her so forgive me for trying to keep your stupid werewolf ass alive!”

Derek goes to retaliate but that’s when he hears it. Her heart rate speeds up. She’s lying to him. That’s not why she really cares. He can clearly see her anger and smell the annoyance radiating off of her, along with a couple of other things. But there’s a sweet smell accompanying it. One that Derek finds rather endearing. Jealousy. Y/N L/N is jealous. He wouldn’t have picked up on it if she hadn’t just blatantly lied. Suddenly her bursting in and berating him makes sense. He smirks when he notices her clenched fists. It’s about time she’s felt the green-eyed monster that constantly visits him when he sees her with other guys. When she’s laughing boisterously about something Scott said, whenever she comes over to see him but ends up talking to Isaac for hours on end. Especially when he found out she kissed Stiles last year after he was kidnapped by Gerard. It truly has been a miracle that no one ever sensed his jealousy when it came to her.

Derek takes a step forward, closing the distance between them. “Why did you really come here, Y/N?” He asks lowly, trying to get her to admit her feelings. “Tell me what you’re really trying to say…”

Y/N feels her face flush as he gets closer. She doesn’t want him to know the real reason why she raced across town to be here. The walls begin to close in around her, so she lashes out in a last ditch effort to protect herself.

“I’m trying to look out for you! You’re stubborn, Derek,” she chastises. “You don’t listen to anything anyone tells you. You like to pretend you’re always ready and prepared for anything, but you’re not! You are just as emotional and vulnerable as everyone else despite being hurt as many times as you have! You’re reckless when it comes to women, so I’m simply trying to make sure you don’t hurt yourself or the pack by making a stupid mistake.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t back down. In fact, he gets closer to her in attempts to pressure it out of her. “You’re avoiding my question, Y/N,” he says darkly. “What’s really going on?”

Feeling cornered, Y/N tries to take in a couple of deep breaths but it fails miserably. She can’t tell him. Not now. Not when he’s interested in another women who’s already on her way here. He even got dressed up for her. She’s never seen Derek in a white button up polo and slacks. It makes her frown thinking that it’s not for her. She scoffs softly before shaking her head, “Forget it,” she mumbles. The h/c haired girl pushes past him, shoulder checking him on her way to the door. “I shouldn’t have come here. Have fun on your date or whatever you wanna call it.”

She slams the door behind her before stomping down the flight of stairs that leads up to his building. When she walks outside, the sky opens up, almost mimicking her inner turmoil with its own storm. Rain pours down on her, soaking her clothing completely as she gets ready to run home, or in all truth, to Stiles house. All she knows is that she can’t be here anymore.

“Y/N, wait!” Derek calls out.

She doesn’t bother turning around, heading the exact way she came. She should’ve figured that he would’ve caught up to her with ease. He’s never had a problem showing her who’s in charge. He grabs her wrist gently but firmly, not allowing her to leave.

“Stop running away,” he commands. “Just tell me the truth.”

Y/N’s eyes once again begin flashing yellow, differing completely from her regular piercing e/c gaze. “Let go of me, Derek,” she demands with a bit of a growl in her voice.

“Not until you stop being so damn hardheaded!” He yells, trying to make his voice heard over the pounding rain. “Tell me!”

“Why do you even care?!” Y/N screams back. “Why does it matter when you’re already here waiting for another woman?”

Derek’s eyes soften slightly, and he pulls Y/N closer to him by her wrist. Her breath hitches in her throat as her hand practically rests on his muscular chest. His lips are so impossibly close that any coherent thought she had before this moment have been completely erased from her long and short term memory.

“Because I need to hear you say it,” his voice got impossibly low, sending a chill through her body that has nothing to do with the cold water hitting her back.

Y/N’s lips part slightly as his thumb comes up to brush the side of her cheek. Her body is drawn to him. The wolf inside of her is trying to claw its way out and into his arms, but she manages to steady herself. “Fine,” she breathes out, not being able to force herself to look away. “I’m jealous, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That it made me want to commit first-degree murder last night when I heard her voice in your apartment, knowing that it would’ve been me in there if I had shown up just a tad bit earlier? So yes, Derek, I am jealous. You win.”

Derek’s eyes darken at the breathiness of her voice. He places the hand that was holding her wrist on her waist to keep her pressed securely against his front. Both of their hearts beat in unison, “Why didn’t you just say that when I asked the first time?”

Y/N’s defense starts to crumble beneath her, “Because I didn’t want you to think I was weak for succumbing to something stupid like that,” she admits.

Derek laughs, showing off his pearly white teeth, “I would’ve never thought you were weak.” He reassures when he notices the small frown etched on her face. “You’ve never been weak. A bit obstinate? Sure. But not weak.”

Y/N can feel the sincerity in his voice. She doesn’t protest his strong hold on her hip, but instead keeps her own hands occupied on his now soaked through white shirt. It’s not a bad view from where she’s standing. “I don’t think I can do this,” she whispers.

Derek’s eyebrows furrow, a pang of concern filling his heart. “Do what?”

“Keep pretending that I don’t care about you,” she says softly, her chest heaving up and down from how intense the moment they are sharing is.

Derek’s eyes flash their bright alpha red as a primal instinct clouds his brain. He leans close to her face, his stubble rubbing her cheek in just the right way. “Then don’t,” he says huskily.

Before she can respond, he leans in and kisses her, the rain pouring down around them. The kiss is intense, filled with all the emotions they’ve both been keeping at bay. It’s a collision of desire and frustration, their lips moving against each other with a desperate want. A primal need inside both of them. Y/N wraps her hands around his neck, tugging at the short strands of his black hair. Derek wastes no time placing both of his hands on her waist, squeezing the soft flesh. She giggles slightly from the sensation, making him smile. When they finally pull apart, they’re both breathless.

Y/N steps back, her heart racing, but Derek keeps his arm around her, protectively. “How come you ran away?” He asks quietly.

Y/N huffs, running a hand through her wet hair. She sighs loudly before admitting the truth, “I was scared.”

“Of what?” He questions, not believing the woman in front of him would be scared of anything.

“Of this,” she states obviously, gesturing in between them. “Of how much I feel for you. I’m not really big on emotions like this. I don’t know how to handle it. So I was scared of having to open up my heart when I wasn’t sure if you’d actually take care of it.”

The vulnerability in her answer snaps something in Derek’s mind. She has the same issues as he does. He hasn’t been able to truly give himself to anyone since Paige. He felt so strongly for her and then she was gone in an instant. And when he tried again with someone he didn’t even fully trust, he got burned again. Emotions besides anger have never been his forte. So when he hears Y/N admitting the same thing, it makes him realize that this is something they both can improve on.

He grins, kissing her forehead softly, “You don’t have to be scared. We can figure it all out together, okay? Both of us.”

At that moment, a car pulls up, and Derek pulls Y/N even tighter into his chest. The bright headlights blind them and they both try to shield their eyes in order to identify the owner of the vehicle. Y/N’s body tenses as Jennifer steps out, the woman’s expression shifting from surprise to anger as she sees them.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” she comments coldly. Her eyes zero in on Y/N who has a rather tight grip on Derek’s shirt, “Miss L/N, shouldn’t you be at school serving the detention you earned today for your behavior in my class?”

“I had better things to do,” Y/N bites back. “As you can see,” she says, pointing at Derek’s chiseled form.

A shit-eating grin forms on Derek’s lips at her words. They both swear they see Jennifer’s eye twitch from the insinuation Y/N just made. He doesn’t bother trying to cover up what just happened and keeps his hands firmly on Y/N’s hips.

“Yes, I can see that,” Jennifer narrows her eyes at their proximity.

Derek can feel the situation getting ready to escalate so he keeps Y/N safeguarded within his hold. He nods over to Jennifer’s car, “I think it would be best if you left,” he states unforgivingly making Y/N smile.

Jennifer sends them both a pointed look, “I think so too,” she agrees before spinning on her heel and walking back towards her car. “We’ll see just how well this works out for the two of you. Let’s hope you don’t regret it.”

She closes the drivers side door before speeding off out of the parking lot. Both Derek and Y/N are left standing in the rain, now knowing that things have just become a lot more complicated than they were before. But even in the midst of her subtle threat and imminent danger, the two of them don’t seem worried in the slightest.

Because they’ll handle that together too.

[notmaplemable]

Yang: Look what I found~!

Ruby: What?

Yang: it's Jaune's bucket list.

Blake: Where did you find that?

Weiss: Please tell me you didn't steal that from his room.

Ruby: That wouldn't be very nice.

Yang: Nah, it fell out of his backpack earlier. I'm going to return it to him... after seeing what's on it.

Blake: That's a bit of an invasion of privacy, don't you think?

Yang: Hey, I'm not going through it to make fun of him. Maybe I just want to help him cross a few things off, have you thought of that?

Ruby: ...Really?

Weiss: Just go ahead and read whatever he has written down so we can get this over with.

Yang: Yes!

Yang: "#1 - Get into Beacon." Guess he managed that one *crosses #1 off*

Yang: "#2 - Make some real friends"... that one's just sad.

Ruby: But he did make friends, so cross it off.

Yang: Alright... "#3 - Get a girlfriend".... Weiss-

Weiss: Don't you dare.

Yang: Right... Most of these are kind of boring... Wait...

Yang: "#11 - Get Yang to show me her boobs:!?

Ruby: What!?

Weiss: *Sighs*

Blake: Didn't expect that from him, but I guess we all have our base urges.

Yang: This is bullshit! He thinks I'll just show him my girls!? I'll show him! *Storms off, leaving the list behind*

RWB: ...

Blake: ...So, did anyone else notice that last one was in Nora's handwriting?

[howi99]

Jaune: You know, i might be straight, BUT-

Yang: That's going to be good!

Jaune: -i wouldn't mind kissing Ren passionately. Heck, i probably would date him.

Ren: *shrug* Eh, sure. If i had to choose a boyfriend, it would be you, too.

Jaune: Aw, thanks mate...

Ren: ...

Both: *start making out*

Yang: Damn! They are using tongues too!

Blake: HE'S PULLING HIS CO-

*cold*

Blake: *waking up, soaked* AAAAAH, WHYYYY!?!

Weiss: *bucket in hand* Bad kitty, stop dreaming about our friends fucking eachother!

Blake: HE ISN'T EVEN DATING YOU!!!

Weiss: IT'S STILL WRONG!!!

[chiipay]

BLUE LOCK ADDITIONAL TIME!!

Tw: reader is known for being very tired and exhausted all the time + also savage i think.

”is _______ sleeping?”

”looks dead to me.”

”should we wake them up?”

”Nah let's just dump them with water- like they did to us”

”Do you seriously want to dump a bucket of water on ________? Have some dignity, raichi!”

” does my face look like i gave a damn?”

I. Team Z

As team Z gathers around your sleeping figure on the cold floor, the other was figuring out what to do with you sleeping as bachira's hand sneaking up to hold your face gently before.....

SLAP!

A loud smack ringing into the team Z walls, the other quickly to turn their heads to meet with bachira's hand that has made contact with your left cheek that has now printed with red hand mark- that belongs to him-

” woah... _______ still asleep! Looks like they gave no sign of waking up sooner too!”

”BACHIRA!!”

”what? I was curious.”

II. Second selection

” You look tired.” niko tilted his head to look at your poor expression of choice.

”mhhmmm fine.. I've to walk back and forth because shidou's fought someone- I'm going to dieee-” you groaned tirelessly.

”hmm shidou?" He questioned.

” just a random player here. You'll meet him someday. He's nuts.”

”I see...” he hummed while staring at his feet.

” What do you see?” you grin widening hearing his comment.

”huh? Oh. Haha. Not funny” he looked up to you under his bangs as his lips form a small smile understanding your humour very well.

Well this isn't so bad ain't it?

III. WORLD FIVE

”should i visit Harajuku or Kyoto?" Pablo asked.

”i don't know...stop asking me about places- I barely stepped outside of my own house..” you snickered.

”tell me where to find some ladies in kimonos?" Adam Blake chipped in as well making you more uncomfortable than you already were.

”..uhh i don't know maybe Kyoto? i heard they're popular with that...? Am i a tourist council or something?” you sighed.

V. U-20 VS BLUE LOCK

The Itoshi Sae is staring at your soul. You could tell even though you're staring at something else you could feel his eyes piercing on your back- goodness he's scary. No wonder he got haters...

” hey uhm.. Itoshi. Sorry about shidou earlier.” you turned to face him.

".... it's fine.”

” okay...”

It was the most awkward conversation you had with someone. You probably will avoid itoshi sae.

....

A/n : that's all ig sorry for disappearing. Alright imma head back to hibernation again who knows i might even won't wake up (⁠*⁠・⁠～⁠・⁠*⁠) might as well be dead for awhile. Take care of yourself! Make sure to eat and drink! Don't starve yourself to death! Stay healthy! Bye.

[the-sky-queen]

Blake has a few rivals! He's got a particular rivalry with the Sonic of his timeline. The two keep running into each other and Sonic keeps putting Blake back in jail. Blake also has a bit of a rivalry with Shadow, but it's less intense. Most notably though, Blake has a MASSIVE rivalry with Blaze. (Funnily though, he kinda has somewhat of a crush on her! She's got fire powers just like him! They could burn down the world TOGETHER, but she refuses to even THINK about it! He loves her but he hates her.)

Blake definitely gets into friendly competitions with @totaleclipse573's Evelyn. She's probably the one who introduced him to friendly competitions in the first place. XD

#9: Is your OC competitive? Do they have any rivals?