#remember yesterday when i was trying to reassure myself that nothing bad would happen?

[onethousand825days]

8:40 on a saturday my aunt is trying to talk me out of killing myself over my devastating haircut

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Today wasn't great but it could have been worse. I was lucky because a lot of the doctors are still on vacation so I only had 15 cases. I was being kind of lazy because I haven't been feeling good. The rest of the week shouldn't be too busy either. It is a nice break because last week was really bad. I had 35 cases on Thursday and I didn't start feeling better until yesterday which was frustrating but that's usually how it goes.

I had time to get part of my CPR training out of the way this morning since I have to renew my certification every year. I have to go do the skills test tomorrow afternoon so hopefully it goes better than it has in the past. The mannequins don't work very well so I hate doing it. They are hooked up to the computer so it has to be done perfectly but the program is glitchy. I usually fail several times before I get it. I am also really bad at CPR so I hope I never get into a situation where I have to do it. I know I could do it but I'm not very strong. I also have to leave work and drive down the street because the education office isn't in the building anymore so hopefully I can find parking when I get back. It would be nice if I could just park in the parking garage but there are never spots in there anymore. I used to be able to park in there every day but I would have to show up at 5:30 in the morning just to get a spot now. It's annoying to have to park at the church but at least it has been nice out so I have been enjoying the walk lately.

I have been so emotional and teary eyed all day. I am trying to put a smile on my face but it's tough when all I want to do is scream and cry. I had to keep leaving the department so I could calm myself down. People keep asking me if I'm ok and I have to lie to them because I don't want to explain. I don't like losing my composure at work because I try to be bubbly and happy.

I am having a lot of trouble regulating my emotions and I want to be stable so bad. I haven't been eating enough at all and it's affecting my ability to make rational decisions so I'm sorry for being a basket case. I can't remember the last time I actually got groceries. My fridge is pretty much empty and I need to clean out the expired stuff soon. I have some canned food still. I will probably have soup for dinner. It's not much but it's better than eating nothing. I ran out of boost and I didn't want to stop to get more. I just wanted to come home.

I got off work 45 minutes early because it was slow and I didn't feel good. My heart was giving me trouble all afternoon but I know it's because of the muscle relaxers. It was scary but I had to keep moving. It is still bothering me a little bit but I think I will be ok if I take it easy for right now. I can't take muscle relaxers at all anymore unless I am in excruciating pain. I think it could also be due to a nutritional deficiency and stress. If my heart is still fluttering like this tomorrow, I am going to urgent care. I really don't want a TEE or a cardioversion now that I know how they are done. Those probes scare me. I wish I knew where my blood pressure monitor went but I will try to find it later. I think my blood pressure is high. I have enough problems and I don't want this to be an ongoing issue. I guess I am glad I have life insurance if something does happen to me so it doesn't bankrupt my family. I was thinking about writing a will earlier because I haven't made one yet but I think it's time to start thinking about that. I'm not trying to be pessimistic but it's good to plan ahead of time.

I am stressed because I have been over analyzing my behavior the past week. I didn't realize that my attachment issues were making me act the way I do and I am mad at myself for not realizing sooner. I don't know how to act now. I don't want to be a people pleaser but at the same time I don't want to make anyone unhappy or disappoint anyone. I just like to be nice. I am afraid to ask for any reassurance from anyone anymore. I am also too sensitive and get triggered so easily. I take everything so personally and I hate it. I don't know how to soothe myself I guess. I rub my own feet at the end of the day. I do everything I possibly can for myself. I don't want to be needy.

I also don't want to be overbearing and clingy. I am afraid to show too much affection now because I don't want to be annoying or make anyone mad for being too affectionate. I know you aren't my boyfriend but I like sending you nice things and I thought it made you happy but I don't want to seem desperate or needy. It's so hard because all I want to do is hug you and kiss you. I want to be loving without smothering you. I guess I'm not sure how to do that. I don't know how I should act. I can't meet other people's expectations if I don't know what they are.

I'm not trying to discourage you from talking to me. I don't know how to take the pressure off of you either. I have been trying to be more encouraging but maybe I am bad at it. I don't know what I'm doing.

As an autistic person, navigating relationships is such a challenge. I already have a tough time understanding social cues sometimes so all of this is very overwhelming and confusing. I wonder if I would handle all of this more gracefully if I was neurotypical.

I realize that other people aren't responsible for my happiness but I don't think I am going to find peace until I talk to you. I can't help it. Nothing else is working. I just can't handle it but I know you don't feel like you are ready. I think a couple years from now, you are going to feel silly for waiting so long. There is nothing to be afraid of. I am not trying to put pressure on you. I am just being honest. I wish I was as strong as you are. You are very stubborn sometimes but I know I can be that way too. I love you anyway. 💖💖💖

I want to be ok and be calm. I would love to talk to a therapist but I can't talk about this situation without them thinking I am crazier than I actually am. I don't want them to try to diagnose me with schizophrenia because I know I'm not that bad. It's so hard to find a good therapist. I saw a psychiatrist a few times when I was a teenager but for some reason my mom didn't want me to go back there so I stopped going. They were helpful so I wish I could have kept going. I have had a lot of bad therapists unfortunately. I had to go to therapy when my parents got divorced and that was awful. I'm pretty sure that was ordered by the court so I didn't have a choice. Hopefully I can find someone to talk to in the future. They offer counseling through a program at work but I don't know when I am supposed to do that.

I wish I had some friends to hang out with to distract me. I miss going out and having fun. I miss having girls to hang out with because I haven't gotten to do that since high school. It has been too long since I did anything. I am bad at planning stuff and reaching out to people first. It's just so hard to meet people with similar interests. I guess I could try to hang out with people from work but everyone just wants to go to the bar and drink all the time. I work with a lot of alcoholics unfortunately. Everyone is always stressed so I guess I get it. I wouldn't mind going out sometimes to have a couple drinks but I'm not trying to get wasted every weekend because that sucks. I don't know what other people do for fun around here. I know I will find friends someday.

I have been thinking about my family a lot. I'm so grateful for my dad and my grandma for being so supportive of me. I don't know what I would do without them.

I think my grandma is developing alzheimers because she is so forgetful. It could also be because she hit her head but I'm not sure. I can just tell she is starting to lose her memory and something is off. I am going to see her this weekend.

I have been thinking about my brother and sister a lot too. I wish they didn't act disgusted whenever they see me. They don't want me living here even though I try not to bother anyone. They don't say that but that's the vibe I get from them. I know I wasn't always a good sister but I'm a lot better now. I have learned a lot since I was helping take care of them. The other day I was coming home and my brother was getting ready to leave on his bike. I could tell he was trying to leave quickly because he was gone before I even got out of the car. He tries to avoid talking to me as much as possible. My sister doesn't respond when I talk to her most of the time. They are so nice to everyone else. It sucks because I remember begging my parents for a little brother or sister. I didn't think things would end up like this. I know they both grew up in a dysfunctional environment so I understand that they have some trauma from that. They never got a chance to have a "normal" childhood like I did. I am grateful that I got to experience that until I was 10 because it helped me a lot. I know that my dad has done his best to give them the best life he can. He works really hard and he is a good dad. It's hard being a single parent. I don't think that he is doing anything wrong. That's just the way they are. We all have mental health problems so I understand that. I think we all inherited some of the bad genes from my mom's side of the family but there's nothing we can do about that. I don't think there are as many mentally ill people on my dad's side of the family but my grandparents wouldn't discuss things like that when they were alive so I have no idea. I am hoping they will come around more as they get older. They might just have social anxiety around me because I'm kind of a stranger to them now. I worry about them a lot but I don't think they realize how much I care. All I can do is try to be nice.

My mom is also stressing me out because she won't stop being mean to me. She expects me to help her sort out her travel plans when she isn't even planning on staying here. She told me she expects me to come to Norfolk and be prepared to travel with her. I am not doing that. I wouldn't be safe going anywhere with her. I know she is sick but I can't handle her saying terrible things about the rest of the family. I had 70 unread messages from her this morning and reading them made me sick. She doesn't listen to a word I say and she will twist things around so I'm always walking on eggshells. If I say the wrong thing, she goes on a rant. I sent her a picture of myself recently and she was attacking me about my appearance. She got mad about my nose ring but I have had it since I was 14 so I don't know why it is such a big deal now. I'm afraid she would get pissed about my tattoos too. They make me feel pretty so it sucks to get shamed by the person that created me. She should accept me for who I am, not demonize me. It also seems like my grandma gets upset with me too because she doesn't seem to think I'm doing anything to try to work with her even though I have tried to explain that I have been but it's not going anywhere. It's very difficult to try to parent your own mother. I don't know if she is going to make it back here or not but I am scared to see her if she does. It's sad because I don't want to be afraid. I do want to see her one more time. I just don't know what is going to happen. She has to leave the shelter in North Dakota by June 1st so she is going to have to figure something out. I don't know how to help her when she fights with me about everything.

I am overwhelmed because the world is burning and I want to help people but I can't even help myself. I can't pour from an empty cup. I used to do a lot more than I have in the past couple years so I feel like I am failing everyone.

I have so much laundry and I think that accounts for 90% of the mess in my room. My dad offered to help me do my laundry and I appreciate him offering to do that but I don't think he realizes how bad it is. This is not his fault. It is just not possible to get another washing machine right now for a lot of reasons. He has enough to worry about and I don't want to add more stress. He already helps me so much with the cats, my car, and everything else. I wish that I could give back to him more.

Even if we did get another washing machine, I would be afraid to go down to the basement. I don't like going down there and I get an eerie feeling every time for some reason. I did have an experience when I was doing laundry a couple years ago shortly after moving back home that freaked me out. I was hanging up my clothes and I felt a warm hand rubbing my back. There was nothing behind me. I used to help my grandma with laundry all the time and I felt like it could have been her. I think it is also hard to go down there because that's where my grandpa's office used to be and I spent a lot of time down there when I was little. I think my grandparents are still here. I hear a lot of weird things. Sometimes I hear footsteps in my dad's room when I know there isn't anyone in there. It's obviously not an ominous presence but it is still weird to think about. I know they are watching over us.

I also feel weird about other people doing my laundry. I want to do it myself even if I can't make it to the laundromat. I like to be self-sufficient. I have been hand washing a lot of stuff lately because that's the easiest thing for me to do right now. It will probably take months to wash everything and sort it out. I don't have room to sort clothes in here. I have too much stuff in this little room. I miss having a clean room. I'm not sure how I am still somewhat functional when I live like this. I think everyone I know would be horrified if they found out.

I'm sorry for venting again. I just have a lot bottled up in my mind. I have been rambling about shit for a long time. I feel like I am getting my ass kicked mentally and physically. I'm tired of being so emotional all the time. I'm sorry for being that way so often. I promise that I'm not always like this.

I really shouldn't spend the whole night writing. I need to go make my soup I think. I will probably get ready for bed after that. I have been trying to find a new show to watch but it's hard. I have been watching a lot of documentaries. I haven't been in the mood for anything else. I wish it wasn't so hard for me to find something to watch. I have realized that I have hyperfixations so it's hard for me to try new things. Anyway, I need to relax. I think I will feel better tomorrow if I don't stress myself out too much. I need to try to stay positive and not get worked up over everything. Hopefully it will be a good day.

Thank you all for listening. I hope that everybody has a great day tomorrow. :) 💖💖💖

[ignitedbynatsu]

He Makes You Feel Insecure ~ Sting

A/N: Final-fucking-ly. excuse my language. You have no idea how long I’ve been playing with this idea in my head and just not being able to write it out. It was horrible. I hope you like it! I’ll try to post some more stuff the upcoming week but I can’t promise anything since everything is a bit overwhelming lately. Thank you for all the love and support! Don’t hesitate to drop me a request as well or just come and say hi 🥰

Warnings: insecurities (he makes you feel like you’re overdramatic), swearing, wounds

Genre: angst to fluff

Other versions:

Gray ~ Laxus ~ Cobra/Erik ~ Bickslow ~ Gajeel ~ Natsu ~ Jellal ~ Freed ~ Rogue

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"Is that really all you got, Yukino" you taunted the girl as a smug look was plastered on your face. The celestial mage was panting heavily in front of you. She had come to you a couple of weeks ago to learn how to wield a sword since she felt useless in a battle when she didn't have her keys. You happily agreed to it, seeing it as an opportunity to train more.

She charged at you, holding the diamond sword you made earlier diagonally in front of her face, ready to strike but at the same ready to block any attack that comes her way, just like you taught her.

You swiftly moved away, spinning on your feet in the progress as you slowly formed diamond armour around your body. You wanted to practise closer combat without your sword, which is why you were so focused on your defence. You knew you wouldn't always be able to rely on your sword skills, so this was the perfect moment to practice. 

Nobody doubted for a second the fact that you were an excellent swordswoman,it was the exact reason why Yukino came to you in the first place. But you could get overconfident, resulting in you slacking your moves and getting careless, and that's exactly what happened

Your back was still facing the celestial mage as you took your time, presuming she wouldn't be able to recover that quickly after you swept her feet from underneath her. But you were wrong, resulting in Yukino getting a direct hit on you. Unbeknownst to her, she hit you in your blind spot which was right in between shoulder blades. It was the spot where your armour was the weakest.

You fell forward, immediately forming a dome made out of diamond around you in an attempt to shield you from any following attempts.

 Yukino gasped at your reaction, knowing you only made that move when you were hurt badly "(Y/N)! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to-"

You let the shield crumble down again, making you visible to your friend. Placing a knee on the ground and pushing yourself up, you winced at the burning sensation. "It's fine, I was careless. It's not your fault"

Your reassuring words didn't ease the worry that was swimming through Yukino's mind "I'll go get some stuff to clean it up"

"No, it's fine, I'll go get it myself in a bit." You stopped the girl from running away as you stood up straight in an attempt to show her you were fine "you are progressing really fast"

"It's all thanks to you. Are you sure you don't need me to check up on your wound?" She offered again.

"Yeah, I'll be okay. Maybe I'll try roping Sting into pampering me. That way he'd at least has done something useful today" you attempted to joke to make the younger mage feel better, and it was a success as a small chuckled left her lips. "Let's go back shall we"

Once back, the stinging sensation had still not died down. In fact, it only got worse.

"Sting" you whined as you leaned your head against your boyfriend's shoulder.

He chuckled at your childishness as he turned to look at you "yes, my love?"

"I got badly hurt during training with Yukino" you pouted "can you take a look at it?"

A chuckle left his lips once again "sure drama queen, where is it?"

"I'm not being a drama queen" you stepped away from him, the pout was still evident on your face but this time it was paired with your scrunched eyebrows.

"Of course you're not" sarcasm dripping from the words that just left his mouth.

"What do mean by that?" Your lips were now tightly pressed together, forming a straight line. You were now standing directly in front of him with your arms crossed in front of your chest.

"Remember that time you thought Rogue got kidnapped while he just overslept?" Sting explained, but you were quick to defend yourself "in my defence, Rogue had never once overslept."

"Fine, what about that time I twisted my ankle and thought I had broken it for sure" the crease between your eyebrows deepened as he kept listing situations "or that time you thought some guy was harassing Minerva while they were just out on a date?"

"I was just worried" you mumbled as you recalled more encounters where you were indeed overdramatic.

  "All I'm saying is, you tend to enlarge things. That's why I'm pretty sure that it's only a scratch, after all, Yukino just learned how to handle a sword. There's no way she could've hit you, the best swordswoman of our guild, that hard. But if you want I could still look at the wittle wound" he cooed at you, unknowingly worsening your mood.

"No. It's fine. I'm probably just being overdramatic again" the coldness that was latched to your words, send shivers down the guild master's spine, but before he could even muster an apology, you had turned on your heels and left to go home.

That night when Sting came home, he apologized and told you he didn't mean to make you feel that way. However, his words felt shallow, leaving nothing but an empty promise to be better.

The following days, the burning sensation only got worse, but you kept telling yourself that it was nothing. It was probably only a scratch just like Sting said.

Ignoring the pain, you kept going on about your days like normal. You kept making mental notes to not get swallowed by the worry for your guildmates and blow everything out of proportion. You absolutely did not want to be known as the girl who cried wolf.

Nobody seemed to notice, at least, so you thought. The boy in the shadows that liked observing more than talking to people noticed every small change from the moment Sting called you overdramatic.

It's why he wasn't surprised when Sting called him one morning, panic coated every word he spoke "Rogue! (Y/N) isn't waking up! I don't know what happened! Shit! Rogue! Help! What do I do?"

"Get her to the hospital as soon as possible, I'll meet you there" he replied in a much calmer voice. He knew he'd make matters only worse if he'd let his own worry shine through.

Sting had successfully brought you to the hospital in under ten minutes, Rogue shortly arrived after you two.

"I don't know what happened... She seemed fine yesterday…" Sting trailed off as the twin dragon slayers were seated next to your hospital bed.

"Did she really though?" Rogue sighed which earned him a questioning look from the blonde " (Y/N) hasn't been herself for almost a week"

"What do you mean? She seems perfectly normal to me?" Sting's gaze averted from his friend to you as he tried to recall any odd behaviour, but nothing came to mind.

A heavy sigh left the raven-haired mage again "ever since you called her overdramatic, she's been acting more distant, being less expressive. I think you hit a nerve when you said those words"

Sting was quick to defend himself "it can't be that. I apologized that night, and she told me it was nothing, that she didn't care"

"Whatever you say" he mumbled as he noticed your hand twitching.

Sting quickly grasped that same hand and waited patiently for you to open yours, while anticipation filled his. "I'll go get a doctor"

Rogue re-entered with a doctor sooner after, once you were fully awake " Ah, miss (L/N) good to see you awake"

You nodded your head awkwardly before she continued "you had a nasty looking cut between your shoulder blades, were you aware of that?"

"Yes," you mumbled as you fiddled with your finger, afraid to make eye contact with anyone.

The doctor sighed as she put the clipboard down "there was an infection spreading from that wound due to pieces of diamond stuck in it. Had you waited any longer, you would have died. Why didn't you come sooner"

You felt incredibly small as all eyes were looking at you, waiting for you to respond "I didn't think it was that bad. I didn't want to seem overdramatic"

As soon as the last word rolled off your tongue, Sting's eyes grew wide in realization. Rogue was right. "We'll give you a moment"

"(Y/N)" you refused to meet his eyes, even when he grabbed your hand to stop you from fiddling, so he tried again but with a more stern tone this time "(Y/N) look at me"

You did as he requested and wished you could sink into the darkness as Rogue could right there and then. The hurt and disappointment that were swimming in his eyes made your gut wrench as you never intended to upset him "why didn't you say anything?"

"You said that I was being a drama queen and that there was probably nothing to be worried about, so I assumed that it was just that, me being my overdramatic self" you explained, your eyes averting again to your fingers that were now intertwined with Sting.

"I thought I told you I didn't mean that" he frowned at the fact that you didn't even dare to look at him.

"But you were right!" You explained fed up as frustration tears started to form in the corner of your eyes "I am overdramatic. I blow everything out of proportion. I am just a burden that brings unnecessary stress into everyone's lives"

"Okay stop that. First of all, you are not a burden, nobody thinks that so stop it. Second of all, I am really really sorry that I made you doubt yourself. You're not overdramatic, well maybe a little, but it's not a bad thing. It shows how much you care about all of us. I'd rather have you blow things out of proportion than minimalize it and have bad things happen like this" he explained.

"You really think so?" You ask, your watery eyes finally meeting his.

"I know so. I am so sorry for making you feel so insecure about yourself. That was never my intention, please forgive me" he pleaded.

"I forgive you, I'm sorry for not saying anything sooner about the wound" you reply as you kissed his hand.

"It's alright. Now get some rest, my love. I'll be here when you wake up"

[proserpina-magnus]

hi🥺 I’ve got a super cheesy request, but whatever haha can I request a one shot James x fem reader where she is really really stressed all the time over really small things that may not even happen and James tries to calm her down and remind her that everything is going to be alright?

Oh and I just wanted to say that your writing brings a lot of comfort in my life. Thank you so much and you have a real gift for writing!!!💞

Thank you so much for your request, also im gad my writing can bring you comfort!! This was an awesome request to write and i hope you enjoy this!

Distress [ James Potter ]

Word Count: 1812

[ Warning: female reader, stressful/intrusive thoughts, worrying, James Potter being a dork, Kissing, description of distress and panic, slight mention of blood/bruises, petnames such as "love" "baby" and "princess", napping together ]

You flip onto your back, the sheets and pillows under you. You fussed messily, limbs sprawled out on the bed as you try and stop yourself from yanking your hair out. Recently, your thoughts had been consuming your mental state to a point where all you could do was worry about it.

You try and get dressed, brushing out your hair in a small rage as you felt a tangle of hair. You almost broke down crying at the small inconvenience, but you sighed unhappily and slipped on Jame's jumper. The jumper felt huge, it enclosed you with warmth and the slight smell of Jame's cologne filled your nose.

You sighed in relaxation, finding some peace in the jumper. You kept thinking about James, smiling as you fixed your outfit. Once you had finished, a small thought crossed into your head. 'What if your shoes are untied and you fall?'

The small thought made you spiral, walking down the steps carefully with your eyes glued to your shoes. You kept glancing at them, not looking away from them as you made your way to the dining hall.

"There's my girl," Jame's voice rose to catch your attention, you looked up from your shoes and let them look into James's comforting stare.

"Good morning," you mumbled, sliding in between Sirius and James as you felt a strong arm wrap around your side. James pulled you into a side hug, kissing your forehead gently.

"Morning my love, did you sleep well?" He asked, helping you fill your plate with breakfast foods. You leaned your head on his shoulder, a stronger scent of his cologne filling your senses. You relaxed slightly, escaping your thoughts for a hot minute.

"I slept okay," you sighed, remembering how you couldn't fall asleep until late in the night because of your cautious thoughts.

"Only okay? That's not good, how about after class you go and take a nap in my dorm?" James suggested, his hand on your jaw as he tilted your face up to look at him. His worried eyes looked over your face, seeing how tired you looked.

"I'm fine James, promise," you assured half-heartedly, you remembered you had a small quiz in Transfiguration. The thoughts started instantly, abruptly like bombs as they piled you with terrible thoughts. 'What if you failed? What if all the studying was for nothing?'

"Okay, if you're sure. You wanna hear about the new broomstick that is coming out?" James asked, a small sigh on his lips as he knew you weren't exactly telling the truth. James was aware of your stressful demeanor, he tried his best to distract you, but it seemed to be doing the opposite.

"Sure," you say, listening to him ramble for the next few minutes about the broomstick. You listen mostly to what he says, but his words don't make sense to you. You just nod and ask questions, finishing up your breakfast.

'What if he gets hurt next quidditch match?' The thought was hurting your head, making you gulp. Jame's loved quidditch, but it was such a competitive sport, it scared you sometimes.

You fixated on the thought, your mind flashing with images of James bleeding and bruised, your heart started to race. James was easy to read your expression, his hand on your knee to give it a quick rub for reassurance.

"You okay love?" He asked, you gave a small nod and grabbed his hand with yours. You squeezed his fingers pretty tightly, not wanting to let go in case he left and got hurt.

"I'm okay," you say, but James doesn't believe you. He lets you hold his fingers, giving you a small smile. He kisses your head, leaning down to whisper a small, "nothing going to happen, princess,"

"You don't know that," you tell him, leaning closer to him as everyone around you gets ready to head to class. You quickly move away, standing and flattening your outfit so it wasn't crumpled.

James follows, along with his other friends as you all began to walk to your first class. James pulls you back slightly, making you both walk slower so everyone walks ahead.

"What are you worrying about? I promise you I can debunk it," James promised, his fingers wiggled between yours as he started to swing your hands together. He slowed his pace, making sure that he was walking at your rhythm.

"What if my shoes get untied and I fall? And what if you get hurt during a quidditch game?" You say, not believing that he could possibly find a way to fix your thoughts. But James only smiled and pulled you to the side, stopping near an open area.

"Sit on the ledge," he says, helping you up on the ledge. You watched him crouch down, giving your knee a small kiss.

"Well, I can help your first worry, I can simply just cast a spell to make sure your shoes stay tied," James chuckled, a wide smile on his face as he beams up at you. He takes out his wand, muttering a small spell as he taps your shoes.

"And the second worry?" You asked, happy that you had someone to soothe your thoughts. You felt a lot better at the small spell James casted, feeling safe.

"Lucky for you, I'm the best at quidditch, so if I was to get hurt, it would totally be on purpose," James said with a cocky smirk, leaning up to kiss you gently. You pushed yourself onto your feet, leaning into his body to get closer.

"And I can assure you, love, I will never deliberately put myself in pains way when it comes to quidditch," He muttered against your lips, pushing his fingers along yours. He brought your hand to his lips, giving it a small kiss.

"Only quidditch?" You asked, wondering if James would hurt himself for the greater deed. Sometimes, you thought that James was too forgiving and daring, he would do anything for the people he loved. It made you worry.

James didn't respond, looking at you with soft eyes as he debated his response. He knew he wouldn't lie, so he simply pulled you along the corridor.

"Come on love, let's get to class," James says, as you both head to Transfiguration, you remember the quiz you had and started to panic slightly. The stressful thoughts beginning again.

"What if I fail the quiz?" You asked him frantically, changing the subject to another of your worry's. You felt a small dread at the fact James would hurt himself for the greater good, but you knew you couldn't change him, so you simply sighed and tried not to think about it. Your brain focused on the quiz, images of failing grades flashed through your head. You bit your lip, chewing on it anxiously.

"We studied all yesterday! There is no way you will fail, you're just too brilliant," He assured, kissing your head as you both settled into your chairs. You looked at him, not believing his words. James only gave you a generous smile, he knew you would pass the quiz.

"Hey, even if you do super bad, which you won't! Your grade won't change that much, it's only worth 10 points, it won't affect anything!"

Realizations hit you, making you relax in your seat. James was right, the quiz wasn't even worth that much and you both did study. You could recite the whole transfiguration textbook back to front, there was no way you could fail.

You felt a strong wave of proudness wash over you, there wasn't any possible way you would fail. Confidence filled your veins, a proud smile on your lips as you shared it with James. He only smiled back, mouthing a small 'I believe in you' and that was enough for you to believe his words, you wouldn't fail.

During the quiz, you felt like you were answering every question wrong. You kept crossing out answers then filling them in again. Your page was a mess, full of scratches and messy words. You sighed quietly, your forehead pressed into your hand.

You finished anxiously, passing in the paper. You bit the inside of your cheek, knowing that you couldn't have possibly passed. You almost felt like crying when the thoughts kept pouring into you, the day hasn't even started yet and you were completely exhausted.

"See, it wasn't that bad!" James says while you both walk to Potions, but you only shake your head and hold back stressed tears. James frowns, rubbing your forearm as he pets your head, he tried his best to soothe you.

"Oh love, there isn't a need to shed tears over it! You probably did great," James tells you, you both walk into the potions classroom, settling down near a desk in the back.

"No James, I didn't! I'm going to fail the quiz, I kept scratching out my answers! I didn't know anything," you quavered, feeling emotionally drained.

James picked up on your struggle, a frown on his lips as his hand came to pat your thigh. You let your head fall against the desk hard and you hear James wince at the sound, his hand on your back.

"After this class, I'm going to take you to my dorm and you can get some sleep okay?" James stated, rubbing your back gently as he watched you with saddened eyes. James wished he could take away your stressful thoughts, he hated seeing you worry.

"I'm fine," you lied, not even trying to cover up your obvious distress.

"No you're not princess, and that's okay. But you have to take care of yourself," James worries himself, his hands twitching. You look up at him through your eyelashes, heaving a small sigh.

"Okay," you mumble and the class continues. The hour passes slowly, James doing most of the classwork as he lets you lean against him. The only thing keeping you from spiralling and having a mental breakdown is James kissing your forehead periodically and his sweet words.

Your eyes blur for a few moments as you let James lead you through Hogwarts. You don't remember how you got here, but you laid in James' embrace, his hands in your hair as his warm blankets swallows you in sleepiness.

"What if I sleep through my next class?" You asked, your body twitching as you move to get a comfortable position. You felt tired, but thoughts kept your attention.

"I'll stay awake, I'll make sure you get to class on time," James kisses your head, his fingers massaging your scalp in a wonderful motion. You lay completely into James's body, letting your eyes close.

"Go to sleep baby. I've got you now," James whispered, you felt your nerves relax. Before you knew it, you fall asleep against his chest, curling yourself closer to your protector.

[ringneckedpheasant]

just rewatched the video ty made when i moved out of my last place and was ebegging and i truly forgot how bad it was. everything else i remembered about it was subsumed by 1) the barn spider infestation and 2) the fact that everything i owned was always slightly damp and smelled like A Filthy Basement

like. the house i live in now is still pretty messy. the kitchen is gross a lot of the time because everyone who uses it besides me works full time and i very rarely use it and try to clean up after myself immediately when i do. the laundry room is a little icky; it’s always got a lot of clothes in it, even on the floor, and the washer leaks sometimes so the floor gets wet

but it Pales in comparison to redacted’s house. like i would spend hours doing dishes and not be able to clean the counters or the sink. they would leave dirty dishes sitting out for so long that they would get maggots. nothing i cleaned would be maintained At All. i could not get my roommate to help me, literally ever, because even just sitting with me while i cleaned and answering whether or not i could throw things away took ~too many spoons~. the cat peed everywhere, constantly, and my roommate also wouldn’t get her fixed. i had to throw away six years of journals because they had gotten mold damage just from being in my closet. both her and her dad were constantly leaving unsanitary shit around the house, including sheets that literally had human shit on them.

her dad got SO mad when he found out about that video because i’d posted it on here and redacted saw it and like. I get why. I’m sure it’s humiliating to have footage of your disgusting house put on the internet, even if all identifying information is censored out. But I Do Not feel bad about it at all. both of them were truly evil people and they made me feel so unsafe the last couple months that I lived with them that I still have trouble socializing with my roommates who I have now lived with for three years. I used to not be able to so much as take the trash out if other people were home. Victor had to have multiple conversations check in conversations with me because I was so avoidant of him and his family that he thought I didn’t like them when I was really just so anxious and traumatized that I didn’t know how to be around them and that’s STILL a bit of a problem.

I was having a bit of a spiral yesterday over doubting my memories of a different trauma because I’m not super affected by it anymore and there’s a part of my brain that keeps saying “did it really happen then? how can you be sure if you’re not upset about it?” and being reminded of just how bad things were with Redacted is making me feel. reassured I guess that I wasn’t overreacting to the other thing.

[and all of this is leaving out the fact that Redacted abused my brother for years and was a horrifically toxic friend who admitted to taking advantage of me just because she could]

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

35. Every inch of you

Prompt used- kissing their bruises and scars| implied smut | angst | dedicated to @irrelevantdrarry and @riana-drarry and @weirdvibeskid for bringing a smile upon my face.

" one night, Draco that's all I asked! Molly worked soo hard on the dinner, the entire Weasley family was nothing but nice to you even though they've practically hated you and you didn't even have a little courtesy to say thank you for the dinner. You know what Molly said it to me, I'm sorry harry if you both felt like we intruded into your little world because Draco didn't seem to enjoy it, what was all that about ? I thought you wanted to know the people who practically raised me " Harry snapped as soon as they entered the flat

" who said otherwise that I wasn't nice to them ?" Draco rolled his eyes storming into the bedroom

" oh I don't know, maybe the fact that you didn't laugh at even a single joke Arthur said, or the fact that you didn't appreciate Molly's cooking or the fact that you didn't even offer any of them even a single smile !" Harry exclaimed following him into the bedroom

" I was nice-"

" oh yeah, I'm sure not offering a smile is not being nice. They're my family Draco, the least you could do is say thank you-"

" and I did say thank you when you weren't around "

" you did? Then how come Molly asked me if you didn't enjoy the dinner or something ?" Harry threw his hands in the air aggressively

" I don't know, maybe one thank you wasn't enough-"

" what ? You're actually blaming-"

" I didn't mean it " Draco sighed collapsing over the bed

" you better not because you can insult me for once but not them. They're my everything, they mean much more to me than anything else. I'm not mad at you Draco, I'm just upset that you didn't made them feel welcome "

" well what do you want me to do? Hang a bloody welcome sign over my neck ?" This time Draco threw his hand in the air aggressively

" I- you know what- I can't have this conversation-"

" you're not walking out " Draco interjected locking the door with a spell

" oh so now I can't walk out because my beloved boyfriend doesn't want to tell me what was the actual reason he was being an arse ?" Harry crossed his arms in front of his torso, watching Draco tentatively.

" I was never an arse harry- "

" you were and don't even try to deny that. What happened to you when you reached there? You were so excited to meet everyone, nervous even but as soon as you step in and they welcome you, it seemed as if you didn't want to be there ?" Harry asked timidly.

" Because I didn't belong there harry, I never will. I was excited to meet everyone but the moment I step in I realised that those can never actually love me-"

" but they do!! " Harey exclaimed enclosing the distance between them

" no harry. Nobody does, I'm a death Eater remember. They might forgive me but they will never forget that I am and will Always be tainted by this unfortunate scar that defines my entire life " draco snapped standing up, facing harry.

Harry's face immediately etched into confusion " no they don't draco. I've grown up with them, I know they would never feel that way about you "

" what If they do? You don't know that harry"

" yes, yes I do and they do not think of you that way. If I can move on and love you, then so can everyone"

" but that's the problem harry, I don't deserve you. You love me and that is the biggest problem of them all, you're in love with death Eater, how can you possibly love me ?" Draco's voice broke

Harry stood there in silence, contemplating how the visit to his so called family have erupted a volcano of thoughts of how draco didn't deserve him. It has been 2 months since they got together and somewhere harry Always knew that draco felt that way about himself, that he was too good for him but it was far from truth. He didn't care if he was too good for himself or if he himself was too good for draco, he cared more about how draco understood him more on the nights when harry had no one, he cared more about completing his bucket list with the only person who had managed to bring up a smile upon his face when no one else could, he cared more about how draco loved him like he was the only person in the world and that was more than enough for harry.

Harry extinguished the distance between him and draco and slowly by looking in draco's eyes, uncuffed his sleeves.

" what- what are you doing harry ?" Draco nervously asked

" doing exactly what I should do " harry didn't put a single moment in vain in bringing draco's left arm to his lips and kissing his dark mark

" harry -" draco's eyes reflected the light glare coming from the window, a glint of surprise and sadness in them

" I love you nonetheless of who you were, who are you and who you're going to be. I've made my decision and I don't give a tiny rats ass about how you don't deserve me. I think I can make my decision of who deserve me or not and I've made my decision, to stay, forever " harry poured into the grey orb of draco's eyes, looking for any sign of argument he might bring upon and when he didn't, he pressed his lips against that of draco's..

" why do you love me so much ?" Draco breathed In between the kiss

" because if I could take one person to that cupboard under the stairs where I lived, I'd take you out of everyone to vanish all of those bad memories and create new ones " harry replied mumbling against his lips. Draco stopped for a moment, a tear dropping from his eyes onto his cheeks, his forehead pressed against harry's.

" I love you " was the only thing Draco could muster up to say.

" I know " and harry kissed Draco more firmly now. From the sweet kisses they had shared in the past, their kiss had taken a road which became more messy, more tongue and more lust. Without thinking twice, draco bought Harry's hand to the Button's of his shirt. Getting the hint harry unbuttons draco's shirt and let his gracefully fall behind.

" are you sure ?" Harry breathed

" I am. Are you ?"

" yes, I am " and Harry's hand roamed the bear soft chest of Draco's, tracing the lines of scars and bruises from the war but more beautifully as if he was touching a mural art over a canvas. Draco himself didn't waste time in unbuckling Harry's belt and letting it drop to the ground.

" this changes everything " harry mumbled again

" and I want It to " and with that harry didn't ask further and simply, more rapidly unbuckled draco's pants and pushing it down his legs. Realising they had been standing for Long, harry softly pushed draco onto the bed behind, letting him have a heavenly fall before him. And as beautiful as it was to see Draco sprawled on the bed with just his boxers, Draco didn't have that. He pulled harry the waist of his pants, letting him collapse over him.

" you've got absolutely no idea, how bloody perfect you are" harry mumbled as draco pushes Harry's pants down his legs.

" I love you " draco moans as harry harshly pressed his lips against draco's neck, kissing softly all over to find his sweet spot.

" I love you " harry hummed as he licked a stripe over his neck. In a sweet saviouring moment, he was desperate to hear the sound of draco moaning again so he started sucking softly over his neck to find that one sweet spot and just when Draco erupted a moan more loudly than before, harry attacked that spot more, only to hear him moaning over and over again. The moans leaving draco's soft lips were sending sparks all over his body, flaming a sudden urge in him to pin draco to bed and want to do absolute sinful things to his body until he's withering.

" fuck " draco moaned, his eyes rolling in the back of his head, shooting flames inside Harry's right to his bottom. Sucking more painfully erotically, draco put his hand into Harry's hair as an unknown reflex and grasped them to find an unknown leverage but it resulted in Harry violently moaning against draco's neck.

" fuck- harry- just- need you " draco moaned as he bought Harry's face to his lips for a sloppy, haste and Messy kiss. He swiftly but hastily unbuttoned Harry's shirt and threw it somewhere in the room, leaving them both in boxers and briefs.

" I love you " harry mumbled as he started pressing soft kisses down his neck until in a glimpse he noticed a mark on draco's chin.

" Where did you get it from ?" Harry asked as he supported himself by his elbow to watch draco from a distance.

" Accidental magic. I think i was 10, i accidentally picked up a shirt from the ground but somehow it tangled on my leg and i fell over the side of the bed " draco told, harry looked at the mark before he bowed down a little and kissed the scar.

" what was that for ?" Draco asked smiling

" To remind you I love you nonetheless your scars or bruises " and with that harry kissed draco's finger, knowing he had accidentally got a paper cut a few days ago, then placed a soft kiss over the top of his head from a bruise he got yesterday when he hit the door too hard..

" This is to remind me of how much I hate myself for doing this to you "

" I forgave you a long time ago " draco reassured

" I know" and harry softly kissed against draco's sectum semptra scars, his eyes moistening up at the memory.

" Hey, look at me. It happened a long time ago. It's fine " draco cupped Harry's face, making him look into his eyes. And Harry nodded.

Draco kissed softly over Harry's nose " this is for kicking you in the face in 6th year, I didn't like doing it but shit was it good "

Harry chuckled, leaning down to kiss his lips..

" I want to kiss you " draco mumbled

" You are "

" No I want to kiss every inch of you. I want to kiss every part of your body because it has been through so much. I want to kiss all of it away to put new memories " draco softly. Harry looked at him in awe, not believing he has actually said something like that. Struck in unknown saddening surprise Harry leaned into draco neck and let his feelings create little sobs.

" It's alright harry, it's alright " draco mumbled as he softly brushed Harry's hair.

" I want to kiss you too, every inch of you "

" Then lets do it " draco smiled and incadascently they briskly fell into the intimacy of taking away a part of one another tainted with painful memories, replacing them with love and creating hocruxes in every inch so a part of their souls lived forever in another.

Requests open | masterlist to all prompts now available

Sorry for the delay, I'm traveling so it would hard for me too keep up but I am very thankful for all the sweet responses in the past few days, it helps me to keep going.

Day 34- bath with me | Day 36 - angel

[xavadak3davrax]

Shadows and Secrets

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader 

Summary: Fred has been thru a lot in his life and y/n wants to know more. 

Warning: Daddy kink. mentions of blood. Mentions of food. If I frget any, please warn me!! Agnst, smutt and fluff 

a/n: So hi! Hello. First of all thank you so much for the incredible support on the first part, i?m in shock and very happy that a lot more people also love vampire and supernatural stuff like me!!! sometimes I feel weird for liking it... Sorry for taking so long, I hope this is up to your expectations! I’m scared because yeah it might not me and my brain is weird and tricks me into thinking bad stuff D: I hope you all have a lovely day. *whispers* don’t be shy, reblog 

Part 1 

Taglist: @mgkprwtty @onlyfreds @manuosorioh @bberree  

Fred had fallen asleep, he was tired, his body in a state that he hasn’t felt in a while. But that didn’t last long. Only after two hours he woke up, still dark outside, y/n was still tangled in him, she was on her side one of her legs on top of Fred’s, and one of her hands resting on his chest. Her breathing very close to him, it was calm and hot and it brought him some comfort. Her presence, he noticed,  made his demons go away. Just from the small time she was here, next to him he didn’t feel hunted by them. He didn’t feel alone.

Because, well, although he loved this life, it could get lonely. You couldn’t let anyone know your secret, you couldn’t get close to someone and love them. And look at him. He has gone and done the opposite of what he was suppose to.

A big sigh left Fred’s lips. And his head turned to the side when he felt movement, scared that he had been too loud, but y/n had just moved a little. The arm that was around her pulled her more into him, his scent evading y/n, even more during her sleep, her dreams becoming filled with his image.

He knew, right now, right here, alone in his thoughts that she deserved all the explanations in the world, she deserved to know the truth, even though she probably already knew, but she needed confirmation. And yet, Fred was rethinking everything. Maybe he should let her go, she would definitely be better of without him, a man who never grows old, who will stay like this forever, who won’t be able to offer her nothing. He could sent her on her way, he was a vampire after all, he could persuade her into thinking they never met, or what he had done the night before had never happened. But Fred found himself denying that option. He wanted her here, close to him, not only today but for a long while and he felt selfish about it.

He felt like doing that to her would take way all of her life, her beautiful mortal life. One that could be fill with so many things, and just sharing this with her could take that way.

His free hand came to his face and he sighed again. Then slowly he moved from her side, as quietly has possible, which for him wasn’t that hard. He went to his office turning on the light and closing the door. Maybe there his thoughts wouldn’t be too loud that he felt scared to wake her up, maybe there he could stop thinking about that.

--

She woke up alone, covered in the most soft blanket she thinks she ever felt. The space that the night before had been filled by Fred, was now empty. Fred she thought. And that’s when everything came crashing down on her. What they had, what he had done.

Her hand almost involuntary went to her neck, she pressed in the place she thought he had bitten, it didn’t hurt, she didn’t even feel anything. She got up, looking around his living room for the first time, finally, and she found a big mirror near the also big window that had a view to the town.

When she got closer she leaned her head to the side a little, but still looking at herself in the mirror, and whe  she looked at the place her hand rested, she saw only two small marks. Nothing else, it wasn’t red, it wasn’t hurting. It was just two small marks that she was sure no one, even if looking at her for a long period of time, would not be able to notice.

But that was the sign that all of what she remembered was… real. She wasn’t dreaming good, it happened. Fred was… well, for all she knew he was a vampire? Her brain felt a little weird now thinking about it. She had thought of it before she had confirmation and it hadn’t felt that way. But now it was different.

That’s also when her brain clicked again that he wasn’t there. She panicked a little, where was he? Had he left her all alone in his house? She looked around for her clothes, and then put them on, feeling like she couldn’t bring herself to look for him completely naked or even in little clothes. And then she ventured herself again thru his house. She remembered little, the only thing she had seen the day before was the bathroom, where she was looking for something to help him, and then… then she ended up naked in his sofa.

She smiled, it felt all to surreal, being so close to him, knowing him like that. She knew him for a short amount of time, and somehow she felt okay, and good with herself after what they did. Because Fred cared for her, and she thinks she cared for him. She felt something in her heart tug, yesterday night, she remember it was there the whole time, even after the bite. And when she snuggled to his chest it only got stronger, like she needed to be even closer to him, even though she couldn’t. but she needed that. She remembers needing him, and now she feels again. This need for him.

And that’s how she somehow ended up in front of the modern wooden door, that was closed. Of all the ones she had passed thru, this was the one she felt she needed to nock first. So she did just that, and there was silent for a long moment.

“come in.” Fred’s voice finally came, her hand met the doorknob and opened it slowly, feeling a little scared and uneasy because this would be the first time she saw him after what happened the night before.

“Hey.” She said very lowly, her head peeking first and then she opened the door a little more and finally entered what she quickly realized was his office. “I- I’m sorry, was just, I woke up alone, just wanted to see if everything is okay.” And maybe talk about what happened she thought to herself. He nodded his head lazily, he was sitting behind his desk, his clothes were not the ones he had one yesterday, but new, cozier ones. He also had his hair wet which meant he had taken a shower.

“Yes. Please, y/n, sit.” He gestured towards the comfortable sofa next to a big shelf, full of old books? Very, very old books. She couldn’t read many of the titles, but by some of what she could read she could confirm that. She did what he told, and then saw him get up and come to sit on the sofa, but on the opposite end. Her heart shattered a little.

She didn’t ask him to come closer, feeling like although she wanted, she wasn’t gonna ask for something he was comfortable with. If he was where he was, it meant something.

“About yesterday,” Fred started, he sited on his side, his legs crossed, one on top of the other, and one of his arms resting in the back of the sofa and the other on top of his legs. “I own you an explanation.”

She wanted to say ‘yeah you do’, but decided instead to stay quiet, giving him the space to speak freely.

“I don’t think I can hide to you what I am. And yesterday I let myself go in a way I shouldn’t have, I let you see the side of me that no one can. But, it felt different with you y/n.” he started, feeling like instead of just saying directly what he was, that she needed to be eased into the conversation they were about to have. Also Fred was stalling it has much has he could. “I don’t know what it was, but the reaction I had was something from a very old tail, a book has old had life.” He looked at her, looking for any sign that this conversation couldn’t continue, but he found her with a  curious look on her face, he could feel the unsureness radiating from her, but at the same time, like she wanted to know more. “People from even before I was born had spoken about this. They were like me, immortal.” He saw and heard her suck in a deep breath.

That was the moment it finally felt real, it dawn on her that he was in fact what she had thought about. She wasn’t scared.

“My creator had mentioned to me, when he created me. But in all my years on this earth I never once believe in it.” She leaned a little more onto to the sofa, still looking at him, taking in every detail in him. She also had a lot of questions, that she hoped he would  “yesterday…” She finally felt like she had to interrupt him, scared of what he might say.

“If you think it was only because of yesterday, it wasn’t.” She saw his brow ark a little, a puzzled look on his face. “The day before that I had seen you smile, and you smiled a little too much, and it showed, you know…” She gestured with her hands to her mouth that was opened, she laughed a little.

“So I wasn’t careful at all, was I?” She denied with her head.  

“I’m afraid not.”

“So when you went out with me yesterday you knew?”

“I wouldn’t say I knew, I had some thoughts about it.” She gave him a reassuring smile.

he nodded, a little smile appearing on his face, both his hands moving a little more, like he was nervous.

“Yesterday was what they speak of it. How it starts. It’s like…” he was trying to find the words to describe it “ it starts as a weird feeling in your chest, and then slowly starts to spread all over your body. I mistook it as sexual desire. It was but it wasn’t just that. Because before I had this pressure here, “he put one of his hands at his chest “and everything you did interested me, which in all honesty never really happens if I’m going to feed of someone. I very much try to treat the people I feed of, well, but I never show interest in having something more.”

y/n nodded, showing every emotion that she was carefully listening to what he was saying.

“That was what happened. Yesterday was that, my body had never done that, and… and I know you for so little, but my body, my mind is telling me that I know you for a long time.”

“So, like… like soulmates?” she questioned, curiosity filled her tone.

“I mean, yeah, maybe, you could say that.” Fred let out a long, relieved sight. “I never labelled it, not did my creator.”

“You call him, your creator, is it- is it because you’re not close?” she was hesitant to ask anything, but for the period of time they had been talking that’s all he’d called him.

“Not much, no.” Fred started, and changed positions, his legs were not crossed anymore, they were now both on the groups his elbows resting on his thighs and his head resting then on his hands. “You see, I do like this life, I denied it for a while after changing, we all do, but eventually I learned to like it, to see the good things it could give I had never thought were possible. But there was a time I drifted from this path, it was a short time after I had seen all my family die, and everything felt different. It felt different to live in a world, immortal, where they were present and in one where they were not.” Fred explained, his breathing a little rapid, it always got like this when he got anxious like feelings when telling something that made his nervous and that brought dark memories. He had lived for so long, dark memories were something that always clogged his mind. “And we separated. I had lived with him since I had become what I am, but after that I went on my own. I hear from others like me, from him, from time to time, but that it.” He turned his head on his hand to look at her, and everything in his body just felt different. She gave him this feelings that Fred was still trying to figure out. “You can ask any questions you’d like. I explained yesterday but I can sense you want to know more.”

“I don’t wanna be, or look disrespectful.” She said quickly, afraid now that the question she had asked had made him uncomfortable in any way.

“You will not. Please, ask way.” Sometimes, y/n now noticed, he spoke in a different way than what was considered ‘normal’ now. He had a more eloquent tone and use of words and not such a laid back one. He would sometimes phrase himself in ways y/n had never heard, or only heard in important situations.

“I, I remember the sexual desire and all the feelings, that’s what I think of more if you ask me about yesterday. But, when you bit me, did you… did you feel an electric shock? It was weird and fast and it’s probably something that happens every time you bit-“ she was interrupted by him.

“ I never felt it with anyone else.” He felt the need to do so, because she was a babbling mess, and he needed to let breath. Maybe giving her time to ask questions was a bad idea given he noticed her blood run faster and she was anxious, her breathing quick. “But I noticed it too. You were just so tired and I had just fed of you, that I felt talking about it in that moment was inadequate.”

“So it’s something related to what you just talked about then?” he confirmed. “Oh.” She titled her head to the side, and a smile appeared on her face, she felt something good inside her. She felt special. “I need to know you won’t push me way, Fred.”

He stopped anything he might have been thinking about, which right now, was her. She filled his head head, not only the small talks they had in the bakery, but yesterday too. “y/n no.” he said firm. “We can’t do this.” The smiled disappeared almost instantly. “we are not the same. What happened can’t continue.”

“And you can just do that? And are you just able to do that? Deny what you know perfectly is something out of the ordinary. Something you had never experienced, you are just gonna deny it and push me way Fred? Just because…” she was getting riled up. She probably wouldn’t have, and never had, with anyone she had slept it only one time because well, nothing like this had ever occurred. “No.” She stood up and Fred’s eyes followed her movement.

“This is not up for discussion.” He tried to keep his tone like it was before.

“And how are you just gonna do that? Now that I know what you are.” She said, spite in her voice, only because she was being rejected by someone who she all of sudden had all this feeling for, and here he was denying her.

“I can just persuade you to forget me, it’s not that hard.” He said nolenctly. “And would you tell my secret to anyone?” he asked, venom filled his voice, he didn’t want to think of her that way, but it was a thought that after what she said had just occurred in his mind.

“I fucking wouldn’t.” She said, voice hard. Hands at her hips, rage feeling her whole body. Things had escalated pretty quickly. Something sh thought was gonna go smoothly, now was a complete mess. All because he was being a hard head and didn’t want her to get close. “You cannot do that. Push me way. You cannot deny what happened. Fred, I’m… who I am…” she said slowly this time. “I too felt everything in my chest. During, what I thought was desire, and now, when I woke up alone, it felt empty, not only physically, but emotionally to.”

“And that is exactly why we can’t be together y/n. I took a small part you yesterday I will not take the rest by breaking your heart. We are not compatible.”

“You are denying what you felt.” She almost but screamed. Fred’s voice and whatever he was going to say. He was taken aback by her tone of voice. The silent that followed was agonizing, y/n stopped and her breathing had almost done the same, it was quiet now, but still fast, she was just trying to make as little noise as possible and Fred wasn’t looking at her now, he didn’t even move, he even stopped his fake breathing. He was just there as stone. “I- I’m sorry-“

Fred didn’t know what to say, or what to do. He had options. He could get up right now, grasp her in his hold and persuade her, let her forget him, let her go on with her life like all of this hadn’t happened. Fred didn’t really know what the consequences of that would be. He knew vampires persuade humans all the time, but never had heard of a vampire persuade a human when they were bounded. That was also rare, a vampire and a human bond, it was unheard of. So the unknown scared him a little. Or, he could try and solve things with her, make her see reason, realize that they couldn’t be together, but still show her he trusted her and let her go with his secret, that she would hold in her grasp forever, until her last breath.

Or Fred could try and solve things, and they could try this out. How it would work out? Unknown, something that had never been studied by him and he would have to go step by step. The option he needed to do for his kind? The first. The one he wanted to do? The last…

He didn’t know how to approach her. How to reach out to her after this. How to make her realize that this was forbidden. If he made her realize without explicitly saying it maybe it would be easier, she would realize for herself after a little help from him and she would go on her way.

But she wouldn’t. If it was something he could feel at this moment was her stubbornness.

The silent became to much for her, her emotions still high on her body. “You have to speak to me. You cannot just stand there like that.”

“I was thinking.” He spoke, his tone almost bored. She didn’t have to ask about what because he continued. “About what to do.”

“It’s not your decision to make alone.” She said, her hand sleaving her waist to just hang by her sides.

“It’s not. But I’m the one who has a lot more to loose. What do you have? Your boring human life?”

The words felt like knifes cutting all over her body, her eyes now starting to get wet from tears, her words caught in her throat. If she spoke he would quickly realize she wanted to cry. y/n felt trapped, she wanted to refuse those words, yell at him. But her body wanted to leave after this. He hadn’t realize the harsh tone of his words.

“You don’t understand. I’m gonna stay like this forever. You are gonna grow old. Are you ready to live that?”

She had no answer, and her body had given up on her. She had no more strength to continue this conversation.

“I don’t know Fred, I don’t know.” He noticed by her voice then that she wasn’t okay, he looked up at her. She was moving back towards the door to his office. “If that’s what you wish, then it’s granted, but don’t take way what I felt yesterday.” She pleaded, she wasn’t scared, she was just broken. Before he could continue or say anything she left, she only had time to grab her things, and left. Fred could’ve have stopped her at any time, but he didn’t. He let her go, because although he has just broken her heart, he trusted her and believed his secret was safe.

What she didn’t know when she left, was that Fred was also broken. What he thought to be his soul was in pieces, his frozen heart, felt a lot heavier in his body.

--

What was suppose to be a working day for y/n, had ended up, that day, being a ‘I’m so sick, I can’t make it’ day, and Philip had covered for her, in her absence. And then the next day was also a working day for her and this time she couldn’t just not go. They had been nice enough to give her that day without taking her next free day, the least she could do was go in.

And that how her week started. Going into to work was painful, physically and emotionally. It was too much, she was always on edge, always with tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. Her bubbly and giggly side was hiding. Every time Philip said something funny a forced laugh came out of her. She hoped it didn’t look like it tho, the last thing she wanted was for him to notice something was up and ask. She was trying her hardest to make it look like she was okay.

Fred was nowhere to be seen. He hadn’t made his appearance in the last days she had been here, and in the day she was sick, Philip had commented that he hadn’t shown. He didn’t make much of it at the time, but he was now. And y/n knew it was only a matter of time until he asked or commented with her.

She missed his presence, more than she think she would after his harsh words. But here she was, in the front, alone because Philip had gone to the back to do something, wishing that he would come thru that door at any moment. How she missed knowing his order, and how she missed the small touches. But also his touch all over her body, his words, his mouth, everything. It was agonizingly painful.

She didn’t notice Philips presence next to her, given she was lost in thought.

“Haven’t seen Fred in a while. Did you murder him or something?” he asked, nudging her playfully on her side. She gave a forced smile.

“Must have.” She fake laughed. “he’s probably busy with work.” She tried to end the conversation by saying that.

Philip gave it a thought for a moment, not convinced he continued. “You must have tired him then.” She didn’t know what to say. The memories always on her mind and didn’t help that he was mentioning it. But he didn’t know, it wasn’t his fault.

So she just gave a movement of her head, letting him know she heard and she was thankful for the costumer that approached and let her free of this one.

And then, at the end of the way, she went home, after closing the bakery, alone, all bunched up because there was a cold breeze in the air. She made it home, this time no interruptions, no signs of Fred lurking in the night.

It was when she closed the door to her house that the thoughts of what he was hit her. During the day she tried to let those run to the back of her head, already so much to think about that this would only add to her stress and to her anxiety. But when she was alone, like she was now, everything became so vivid. They only had one night together but it was enough for her to be in a frenzy all the time. What she felt that night… how she wished she could have shared it with Fred. She wished things hadn’t escalated like they had, that they could have walked out of that office, happy, probably not together, but in some way that showed they were both willing to make it work. They would’ve come down stairs, and he probably would’ve cooked for her, because Fred looks like that guy.

The guy who can’t eat simple human food but would cook it for his special someone. And she wishes that she was that special someone. The one he would cook for and do, the most mundane things with. Things he probably hadn’t done in.. years. At least that’s what she thought.

But no, instead she had left, broken and sad, leaving behind what could have been wonderful memories with Fred, only because he was to stubborn to admit he wanted her too.

So she found herself sitting in her bath, now almost cold because of how long she had been in there, wondering what he was up to, where he was. Was he okay? She hoped he would be, she wanted nothing more than for him to be okay, and happy and well even if she wasn’t next to him to experience that. She hadn’s seen him since she left, and Philip was right in taking notice he hadn’t come to the bakery. Did he think she had told his secret? She would never, ever do that. His secret was safe with her. But had he left? Had it gotten to much for him after that and had he left? Or was he just roaming around in his house, alone, in the dark being himself?

She also hoped he would feel some kind of guilt. That maybe that would make him come and look for her.

She needed and more than anything, she wanted to make him realize that he could trust her, make him see they needed each other. What they had experienced couldn’t just be ignored and ran over like Fred wished. y/n had to figure out a way of making him come to her, because she knew if she were to come to him he just would ignore her.

But she also needed to figure out if he was even in town. He may not come to the bakery but at least she would have seen his car around the area no? But not even that, not a sign of him.

Fed up with herself she decided this was enough, it was enough of laying around here feeling sorrow and pitty for herself. Not only did she wanted Fred she wanted to know more of him, and there’s only so much the internet can do for you when people think vampires are a myth and a tale.

--

She first tried to find a way to contact him, by calling him. The most obvious and much used way. But had no answer, he was ignoring her. So decided to take a less modern approach, and something she thinks it would touch his heart, because well, Fred was an old guy, and y/n thinks a way to get closer to him is to do small gestures that may remind him of his time.

So she wrote him a letter.

It was small, it started it a simple apology. She feels that if she starts like that, it will make the approach different and more easy on both of them. She adds that she wants to know if he’s ok, and if he’s around, since she hasn’t seen him in over a week now. And that’s all. And one day before work she goes there and leaves it at his mail box. The first and last time she was here she came in thru is garage so she didn’t know he had a doorman, so when she entered and he looked at her, she felt awkward.

“Anything I can help you with miss?”  

She stutter for a little.

“No, thank you. Just wanted to leave this letter in a mailbox.”

“May I know for who it is?” When she gave him a questioning look he continued. “A lot of our residents don’t look at the mail boxes so if you want it to be seen quickly you can leave it with me.”

“Can’t you just warn him that he as mail?”

“It would be quicker to just give it to the person.” She nodded, still a little worried and taken aback by that, by gave it to him none the less.

“It’s for Fred, he leaves in the penthouse.” She said while he took the letter in his hold and then put it in a little drawer.

“Oh, Mr. Weasley is not home at this moment. He left in business. But as soon as he arrives I will let him know.”

Oh so he wasn’t ignoring her, maybe? Maybe he was just busy and didn’t have time to called her back or even answer. That’s what her brain wanted to think. Her heart said different. She thanked him and went on her way to work.

Had he left soon after what had happened? Or had he left sometime later?

--

y/n was tired, besides the bakers in the back, getting everything ready for the next day, she was the only one here. The front had closed, she was just finishing up the cleaning part, and then she had to wait for them to be ready for her to close everything, since she was on closing duty again.

It was almost midnight and she knew none of them liked to stay past that hour, so she was grateful, she was tired, her eyes closing every second. She wanted to go home, clean herself and get cozy in her bed.

She was finally ready to let her mind get some rest after overthinking every possible option as to why Fred hadn’t said anything about the letter. Not called, not messaged, ot even answered back in the same form she had reached out to him. Nothing. Was he still out of town?

“Are you coming?” A voice took her out of her thoughts. Is was milly, one of the nicest people she had met in the bakery after Philip and her boss. She picked up her things and left. They now decided that leaving from the back door was safer, not only for them but for the bakery in itself to reduce the chances of being robbed.

“Well, goodnight then.” y/n said to them, while they went on their way and she finished closing the door. A harsh breeze was felt behind her. She got scared and turned quickly, to see there was nothing there. It wasn’t cold, there wasn’t any breeze, so that scared her.

she pulled the keys from the door very hard that she almost broke then and fasten her pace. She didn’t want the situation from the last time she had closed, to happen again.

But she felt it again, only this time when she looked behind her, it wasn’t empty and her view from the street had been blocked. By the red haired boy she had been trying to get ahold of for some time now.

“haven’t you learned it’s dangerous to walk these streets alone, specially at night?” He asked, he was not far from her but took some steps to get even closer. She wsn’t expecting him to be here, now. She didn’t expect him to reach out to her like this, that is, if he had even seen her letter. “cat got your tongue? Or should I say vampire got your tongue?” he smirked.

She gasped, incredulously.  Had he forgotten everything that had happened between them?

“What- what are you doing here?”

“Well, I came home to a letter from you, then went to see you at your house, only to remember you work. So I came around at about six only for you not to be home. Then walked around here, to see you would be closing in today. But I saw Philip leave early so I knew you were alone.” He had his hands behind his back and was leaning his body on one leg. He was wearing a suit. Black trousers, white button down, that had almost all the buttons opened, giving everyone a good view of his toned chest and then the black matching jacket. “And now we’re here.”

She didn’t know she was gonna react like this, she expected to me more accepet of anything he could say but she was mad.

“So you just think stalking me and giving me a scare is the best way to approach me? Are you dumb or something?”

“Not dumb, just making sure you get home safe. Just couldn’t take it and see you walk alone. Let me take you home.”

She wanted to say no, but this was the first time she was seeing him after all that happened, and she couldn’t let this opportunity go. So she nodded, and let him accompany her to her house.

This time, unlike the first, they didn’t kept silence. y/n felt a strange feel of cringiness for having sent the letter, and wanted to say something about it but wasn’t able to. On the contrary, Fred had something to say.

“May we talk when we get to your house?” He asked, the need to put his arm around her and pull her close to him, enormous, but he had to stop himself. y/n was tired but still nodded, what she felt in the bakery long gone, now that he had made his presence know and was next to her. “I have a lot to say.”

“I sure hope you do.” She didn’t even look at him. Taking her keys out and opening her door. Thankful for her warmth of her house that brought her comfort. “You can sit.” She said, and went to change into something more comfortable and warm, than her work clothes.  When she got back a few minutes latter, Fred was sitting there, on her couch, his posture rigid, his hands at his thighs in a opened manner but not relaxed, at all. She sat next to him, this time almost no space in between them, like they had in their last conversation. She wanted to reach out, hold his hand in hers, but she didn’t.

He turned to look at her.

“You can start.” She said, leaning back on her couch, her head tilted slightly to keep an eye on him.

“I wanna say sorry for how we ended the conversation last week. And how I made you feel. It wasn’t my intention to put you in such a state. I wanted it to go a different way but clearly lost myself in other things.”

“We both did.” She corrected for him.

“I didn’t answer or responded to anything you sent because I genuinely didn’t see it. I went way, not a business trip had you can imagine.” He was referring to what the doorman had told her, that he was away on business. He didn’t give her time to ask where. “ I went to see my creator. After what happened and we both had our feeling messed up, I needed some answers. From someone who might know it from personal experience. The books told me some things, but after I had actually witnessed it, I needed to know more. So that’s why I left. I tracked him down and he took me in with opened arms even after little to no contact we’ve had in a while.”

“What did he say?” She asked, her legs had come up on the sofa and she had them crossed her arms crossed, not like she was mad, just tense.

“He explained why we had both burst in the way we did. He also explained a little bit more of what it meant.” What she didn’t do, he did. He reached his hand to hers and took it in his hold, she didn’t question it nor did she pulled way from it. “It pretty much means you’re stuck to me now.” In his face appeared a childish smile, like he was innocent. y/n wants to swat him hard on his hand, and that’s exactly what she did.

“You cannot come in here and say those things with that child like smile Fred. This is serious.” She was mad. Furious.

“Your letter told me otherwise.” He tried to hide his smirk. She rolled her eyes.

“I need more Fred.”

“We are bonded, there’s something in you and in me that pulls us towards each other. And then I fed of you without knowing that would only make things worse. What you feel I feel, and what I feel you feel. We’re in a way connected. That and I’m also a vampire. If you haven’t noticed.”

“Fred.” She groaned, her had hitting the back of the sofa in a small rage moment. “Take this seriously please. I know what you are.”

“Well, I feed of people, and you know that. And I fed of you because it’s something natural. I didn’t know what we were feeling at the time. And what it would mean. And I had to look for help, because, I, myself, was helpless.”

“You hurt me a lot Fred. What you said…”

“I know.” He interrupted her. “I was mad, I was lost and confused why I was feeling what I was feeling. We as in a community have things we should follow. Like not letting humans know of our existence. If you feed of someone you either kill that person or have to make them forget what happened. With you, at that moment I couldn’t bring myself to do it… because, we were already bonded.”

“If you hadn’t fed of me, would you have done it?”

“I don’t think so. Because My body before that was already giving me these signs.” She finally squeezed his hand, hard, and then with her thumb caressed his skin.

“Can we be together then?” She asked, her voice low, scared, the anxious feeling inside her, returning.

“You have to know what that means.” He leaned back next to her, his head coming to rest against hers, his smell was already do potent, and it was even more now. It was happening again, she was feeling engulfed by him, his scent, his touch. “You have to know what it entails.”

“Do we need to think about the future? Can’t we just live now, and worry along the way?” y/n asked calmly, knowing that this part was what had made everything worse the last time, the theme and the conversation, or the lack of it, because they were too heated to continue.

He was speechless. His lips coming to meet the top of her head. He kissed it slightly. “If that’s what you want, I can manage.” He admitted, he whispered into her skin, the warmth that radiated from it was calming, and also because she smelled divine all the time.

“I want that. I want to learn more about you, your life. I want this Fred.” She murmured, a tender tone to her voice, her hand squeezing his also in the same way. He ended up laying back on the small couch, and she laid in between his legs, both of his arms around her body, pulling her to him. This was way smaller that the couch on his living room, so she felt even closer to even, everything from him was over powering her. His fingers shaped fondlingly her hands, coming up her arms and to her shoulders. Silent had fell in the room, but there was no more tension, or heavy feelings. She could almost fall asleep, if it wasn’t for the fact that so many questions prickled her mind not letting her rest. She didn’t want to ask them all today, she wanted to take her time, to get to know the Fred from now, and the old Fred.

“Does it ever get boring? Being like this I mean?” She asked, she didn’t turn her head to look at him, she kept her eyes focused on the ceiling and from time to time she would close them.

“For me, it doesn’t.” He admitted, never once stopping his movements. “For some, it might. But there was so many things I could do, and will be able to do. Mortals won’t. They have a small span of life that does not allow them to experience the world the way I have.”

She nodded, showing she was understanding of what he was saying.

“Did you ever hate it?”

“being like this?” he asked for clarification, she moved her head positively. “I don’t think I should say never, for a short period of time I did. It was after my last family member died. And by that I mean my sister. Watching her die and knowing they had all died without knowing what I was, was hard. But I knew mom and dad would tell them, wherever they are.”

“You parents knew?” There was surprise in her voice.

“Moments before each of them died, I went to see them. I told them then. I wanted them to feel piece. It was hard not telling all my other siblings, specially George, my twin. It was hard having to watch from afar things unfold. And so after that I was mad at the world for a while. But then I learned to live with it, with the grief, and enjoying life.”

“I have so many questions.” She admitted, followed by a laugh. He joined her.

“You can ask them whenever you’d like.” his hands came to grasp her head by the side and he again kissed the top of it. “You’re tired, get some rest.” Hearing him say that, made all the tiredness she felt in the bakery come back. She felt him moving slipping from behing her and then she was in his arms, her voice groggy with sleepy.

“Where you taking me?”

“To my bed, love, rest.”

The last thing she felt was the softness of the bed sheets against her very tired body.

--

y/n was talking to Philip, the front of the bakery was empty, they were getting ready to close. Today was neither her turn or Philip’s but they always left everything organized and cleaned. y/n was anxious, but a good kind of anxious, Fred has promised he’d picked her up from work today and she never wanted to leave this fast.

Things aren’t smooth sailing yet, but y/n nor Fred could expect anything less. It had only been hours since their first serious talk after everything, so although they could both say they were comfortable around each other, it was clear some tension still hang around in the air. But at least y/n could have him by her side.

She couldn’t explain it, how everything felt to her.. how having the confirmation of what Fred was did to her. It should scare her, so much. To anyone she should’ve ran, very far way. But she stayed, she asked for an explanation before she fell asleep that day, and Fred gave it to her. Well not exactly on the vampire part, but y/n wasn’t dumb, she could piece things together. What she for sure didn’t expect was the actual conversation that had taken place. Everything about this weird feelings that now lingered on her body all day everyday. But it felt nice, so nice, to wake up next to Fred today. It brought this tingles all over her hands and body, as Fred as ran his hands from her hands, to her arms and then all over her body. She remembers they rested for a long period of time in her thighs. How he squished and squeezed gently, massaging them, how his thumbs would come to the inside of thighs, at the top, close to where she could feel a heart beat begin.

But nothing happen, besides lots of love and cuddles, he hadn’t initiated anything. To y/n left his house this morning with a lingering feeling between her thighs.

y/n is grabbing her things when Fred enters the store. The door wasn’t closed yet because y/n was gonna leave thru there.

“Philip. How are you?” Fred asked nicely, a smile on his face, and then he looked at the girl next to him and he smirked, and winked at her, not so discreetly given Philip was right there next to them.

“I’m good, you?”

“Just peachy.” Fred said brightly and then turned to look at y/n again. “Ready to go beauty?” y/n felt shy all of sudden with the cute pet name Fred had called her, so she nodded and came from behind the counter to put herself next to Fred.

She cleared her throat and directed herself to Philip. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah. Have fun you two.” He said cheecly, and then waved his hand even when they already had their backs turned to him and let out a small quiet laugh that y/n didn’t hear, but Fred surely did.

“I thought we could stay by my house again today. I could cook you dinner.”

“Cook us dinner.” y/n corrected, her arm laced with his and she leaned on him.

“I don’t eat human food cutie. I mean not whole meals like you do. I can endure small things, like the usual stuff I by at the bakery, but a whole meal will make me sick.”

A prolonged ‘oh’ left her mouth as realization hit her. She understood now why he also hadn’t eaten anything in their date, not only because of everything he had explained but also because, well, human food wasn’t his thing anymore.

“So you’d just cook food for me? Fred, no. We can stop by the super market before going to your house, I can buy something.” y/n almost stopped in her tracks.

“No. I will cook you food. I think you will love my lasana baby.” He turned his head a little and pulled her on so she took on her pace again. y/n felt her belly turn in excitement and anticipation. What would be like to eat food made by him, watch him cook it. Cook specifically for her! She hid her smile, but it was there, and so was the feeling of her heart expand a lot in her chest. She thinks Fred had felt it too because he squeezed her arm against his body a little tighter.

When they arrived, while y/n put herself comfortable, taking her shoes of, and her jacket and hanging her bag by the door, Fred had made his way to the kitchen, and before she had even left the main entry way, she had already heard clicking sound from the kitchen letting her know Fred had gone right to it and start the cooking process.

Now with bare feet, she made her way thru his house all the way to the kitchen to find him by the isle cutting some carrot. She leaned on the door frame and crossed her arms, a smile plastered on her face. Her brain conjuring up images that maybe, she could get use to this view. Of him cooking for her.

“What I’m doing must be very interesting no?” Fred asked jokingly, taking for mere second his eyes of the carrot and the knife in his hands to look at her.

She shrugged. “I don’t know, perhaps it is.” She left the position she was in to come closer, and to the other side of the isle and put her elbows in it and looked at him The sudden urge to ask him questions coming to haunt her. But this just looked like a perfect, relaxed moment for it. They were both calm. And she was curious.

“Did you cook a lot for your family?”

The smile that was on Fred’s face was nostalgic, the faint memories of that time coming to his head. Fred had a harder time remembering simple loving moments with his family that he has remembering more traumatic moments, like when he lost all of them. But some of the good memories are still there. Cooking with his mum was one of them.

“I did yes. With my mom. She loved to cook, she was very family driven you know? She did everything for me and my siblings. We all had different favorites, when it comes to food you know? She always made sure to frequently cook all those different things. All she wanted was to make us happy.” If Fred felt sadness the way he felt all those years ago like when he was human, he would probably shed a tear or to reminiscing this memory.

“Tell me more about her.” y/n motivated him to continue when she heard his tone of voice, and the way he spoke about his mother.

“She worked, at the time it was so rare for a woman to work. But along side my father they both worked, she provided financially and then at home.  After I became what I am now,” his tone was hesitant now. “ I watched from afar, I watched her become this amazing grandmother, I watched how much she still missed me and waited everyday for me to come home. I hope what I did before she died was enough for her to rest.” He murmured.

“Fred, what you did for her was so brave of you. Not only did you risk a lot, but, it must have been so hard, to know you would stay like this and you had to watch her go.”

“I also miss dad. A lot. And everyone. I miss them so much, it feels like sometimes it might hurt.”

y/n felt her heart squeeze in pain for him, she reached her hand and her fingers brushed over his wrist. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. I am what I am, and I have to live with it.”

“How was it, you know, after you turned?”

“Those were a hard few weeks. There’s a period of time after you turn where blood is all you can think about, and then add to that, the fact that will be the time where you are still so close to human life. You still have the memories fresh in your mind. So you have to juggle all of that.” He had finished cutting up the carrots and moved on to the next task. “You loose all sense of feeling to be honest, you think you feel something but it’s honestly just your need for blood that blinds your every move.”

“That must be very hard.” She spoke lowly.

“Yeah, it is. After I turned I was kept at secret by my creator. Specially because I lived in a place where vampires was something that didn’t exist. There were a lot of humans around and he was scared that I might do something crazy.”

“Where did you went to feed then?”

“He brought me some people, usually someone he found on the street that he knew had no future. I felt… y/n it was the worst I think I’ve ever been close to feel. To know that was now my life. I need that, I need blood to live. And having to go to this extent. It took everything in me.”

She came around to be next to him, he was by the stove and she looked to see what he was doing. She was happy he trusted her to speak so much, feel so comfortable to share this, and she didn’t want to ruin it for him in any way.

“You know it’s not your fault right? Fred you didn’t ask to be like this. Even if you like it now. It wasn’t your fault back then. And I’m sorry you had to go thru that alone.”

He had his creator, but in reality Fred felt very alone. He thinks that’s why he had drifted from his creator years later.

“Thank you, means the world to me that you say that.” He took a moment to bring both his arms around her and pulling her towards him, giving a small peck to her nose. She scrunched it and laughed. Then he turned again to the food. “Then with time, and not so much patience from my creator I learned the basics. Learned a lot more after I went on my own. Met a lot more people, made a few lasting friendships and yeah, it became easier.”

“Then you learned to like being like this.” She stated for him.

“Yeah, I think it was after that, but you know, time becomes such a weird thing when you’re me.”

“have you…” this question felt way more personal and evasive than anything else. Fred felt her hesitance.

“Go ahead, don’t be afraid, you can ask anything you want. I want honesty between us.”

“have you ever turned someone? Are you… someone’s creator?”

He looked at her, the question she felt would bring tension to the moment, did not in fact did that.

“I am, yes.” Her look was of surprise, although she asked the question she didn’t know what to expect, so this was a surprise. “It’s hard when you drink from someone to know when to stop. It takes many years to perfect such thing and some… well, some never do.”

“Do you?”

“Now? Yes. A few decades ago? No. When I was new to this life, it took me a long time to understand when to stop. You can stop, like I did with you and everything is fine. Fine in a way you won’t die nor will you become one of us. Then you can drink just enough for the person to turn, but the quantity of venom you release onto the person has to be sufficient. Sometimes when we drink we release venom, but not enough. Or you can drink from a person until you drain all their blood.” She flinched at the last choice of words, Fred noticed. “Sorry, phrased that one wrong.”

“It «’s okay, just not use to certain things. So…” she said, trying to make him understand that she would like for him to continue.

“Well, like I did with you the other day, I do that a lot, specially now that I know very well what I’m doing. I did a lot of draining in my first few years, the thrust for blood is to much and you have no sense of anything. And the creating part, well, I don’t even realize myself how I did it but I did.”

She nodded, she fell silent after that. She wanted to ask more but felt like this point of the conversation was one that Fred should only continue if he felt like it.

“I was out, without my creator that day. It was one of the times he left me alone for a bit. I met her in a small village we were passing. She smelled… I remember she smelled divine. And there was small talk and then… last thing I know I had made her like me.”

At this point y/n was so into the conversation that she hadn’t realized how far along her dinner he was now. Was almost ready to go to the oven.

“That was also a big factor that creator a separation and problems between me and the person who made me what I am today. He was mad that I had lost control to that point, but I couldn’t explain to him that I didn’t know how I did it. When someone smells that good is hard to control your body. You were hard.”

If that was suppose to scare her, it did the exact opposite.

“She was with us for a long time. I felt the obligation to help her the way I had been helped… well, a little better. I wanted her to feel more accompanied then I did. We got closer. Very close.”

“By close you mean…?” She didn’t finish the sentence, she had a feeling where it would end up.

“Yeah, it was never official, we never had titles, but we messed around. But we wanted different things in life and so we separated.”

“have you seen her since?”

“No. I’ve heard from her. We have friends in common, so I hear from her from time to time, but that’s about it. She was the closest thing I had to a real relationship since becoming immortal. Bothered me for a long time, even when I was on my own that she was all I could think about. But that’s over.”

y/n’s head was resting on his shoulder, it moved beneath her head because he was preparing the last things before putting it in the oven.

“You have now.”

“I do peach, I have you now.”

“I want to make his work between us, and thank you for sharing so much with me Fred. I know it must have been hard to do so.”

“It is hard so speak and dwell on somethings, but sometimes it’s also good to do that. I told you, it’s hard to keep many memories with this life, so sometimes talking and bringing them up helps. I don’t want to forget things from when I was human, even though any have faded and are gone, I try to keep the precious ones fresh, or as close to that as I can.” He had bent down to put the lasana in the oven. “And as to the memories from this life, I also try my best to keep some. And try very, very hard to let go of others.”  

He didn’t say it out loud, but he was speaking of, intimate moments he had with the girl he created. Her name fresh on his mind but he refused to speak it aloud.

“I also want this to work between us. Want you to understand how special what we have actually is.” He was now mumbling against her lips, both his hands resting at her hips, and y/n’s hands where around his neck. They were looking at each other. Those butterflies and tingly feelings were coming back in her belly and would travel down to her core.

“I do.” She then kissed him, and well it was a deep kiss. His hands on her hips pulled her even more to him, he deepened the kiss, his tongue and hers moving in synchrony, her hands pulling at the hairs at the nape of his neck. They pulled apart, both understanding that maybe now would not be the best time to continue anything.

She rested her body against the isle, while Fred cleaned up the rest of the things.

“Stay the night, please.” He wasn’t looking at her, but y/n felt that by the way he was speaking that he probably had a childish look on his face.

“Of course.” She said happily. “Anything for mister blood thirst.” She joked.

“Like the pet name, peach.” She laughed a little louder now, a true belly laugh, she was hot all over, not only from the kiss moments ago, but from this moment alone with him.

He put the table, y/n watched everything. She couldn’t help but let the feeling that this all felt very domestic take over her. How he had picked her up from work, had brought her here, was now cooking dinner just for her and putting the table just for her and on top of all of that had asked her to spend the night.

It felt domestic, but inside her it felt right. To do this with him.

When dinner was ready she sat down, and started to eat. Fred was sitting in front of her, and took her a bit to get comfortable in her being the only one eating but eventually got over it. She did help him clean the mess she had made, after. Even when he tried to sound mean and not let her do it, she eventually found a way of persuading him.

They had gone up to his room. This was the second time she was here. The first being yesterday night and she was already asleep when he brought her here. She woke up this morning but didn’t have much time to evaluate her surroundings. She did now. His room was dark colors, his bed was big, way, way bigger than hers. He had lots of windows and the ones that still had the curtains open, the view she noticed was to the museum. She watched him sat at the end of the bed eyeing her.

It was now, in this moment in front of him that she felt a lot more mushy and soft than she had all day. Maybe it was the way he was looking at her, longing for her, or maybe it was the way she looked at him, this soft lovable vampire she had all these feelings towards and the only thing she wanted to do now was being close to him.

“You look tired peach, come, lay down. But first strip of those clothes, try on something mine.” He gestured towards his closet. y/n nodded mindlessly, she had heard his words but they hadn’t stuck because her brain was full of him. She did just that, ad came out a few minutes later in one of his sweat shirts and come sweat pants that were way to big for her. She headed to his bed and plotted herself down, face down in the pillow.

“want you closer.” Her voice came mumbled against the pillow. Fred understood her perfectly. he smiled, and he laid back, still in his clothes. Pe put his arms around her, and pulled her into his chest. She sighed happily, the close proximity was doing wonders to her, but somehow, after a few minutes of that she felt he was still very far from her. Without even noticing she started mumbling.

“What is wrong?” Fred asked gently, one of his hands coming up and down her back.

“Want you closer.” She took her head out of his chest to look at him.

“Peach you’re already so close to me.” He kissed the top of her head. She grumbled. Fred stopped to think for a minute, he realized then what she might want but was to shy to say. “Turn around for me then lovie, and take your pants of.” He was getting up from the bed.

“Where are you going?” She looked at him, before doing what he told her too.

“Take my clothes of, now come on.” He said, instead of watching him, she decided to to what he said and then turned her back to where we was to be next to her. She felt the bed dip again and then his arms around her waist, his fingers brushing the skin there.

“If you want me closer, then you have your wish baby.” His voice was gentle, one of his hands came to the top of her panties, and Fred heard y/n sigh contently, he had figured out what she wanted to say.

“Don’t need to prep me, I’m ready for you.” She murmured shyly.

He let out a breathy laugh. “Oh peach, you just really want this don’t you?”

“Just want you close, we don’t have to do anything. Just please.” She whimpered.

Fred pulled her panties to the side, his fingers brushed over her clit very gently and he felt her shake. The smile on his face was big, she just wanted to close and be loved by him. And he was gonna do just that.

“Keep your panties on the side for me peach.” Me instructed, and watched one of her hands come down to hold them in place. All while he took his cock out of his boxers and brought closer to her pussy. She let out the smallest little moan.

The head of his cock brushed from her clit to her entrance, spreading her wetness all over and then his hand stroked his own cock so he could use her wetness for his benefit. Then his cock came to meet her wet entrance again and slowly and calmly he pushed himself in her. Her bum came to instinctively push back against him, making Fred bottom out. His cock fitting snugly in her velvety and soft walls.

“Now we’re close love. Sleep yes? I’m right here?” She did felt the sleepiness came down on her again, her hands were resting on top of his, he had his arms over her, pulling her towards him. Being this close and having this intimacy with Fred, made her heart very full.

--

The way that their position had changed over night was that now their legs were intertwined. Their hands were still on top of each other. Fred did end up sleeping for a bit, but it was close to morning when he did so. So for hours he had to lay there, with y/n sleeping against him and moving on his cock and unknowingly clenching around him. So if sleep was already a thing he could very well go without, in that moment it was something that didn’t even crossed his mind.

But he did make himself fall asleep when he felt like he couldn’t take it any longer, and he didn’t want to wake the girl in his arms. So he was asleep when y/n woke up. She stirred out of her slumber, her hips moving, she forgot for a brief moment in what position she was in, but was quickly reminded when the head of cock brushed against her sweet spot, and she moaned quietly. Her hand squeezing his. She felt his fingers move slowly, she thought he was gonna wake up, but nothing came out of it. She tried to stop herself, she really did, but even when she was still, she felt his cock hard inside her, and her breathing had started to quicken.

So when her hips moved against his, and her moan came out a little louder than usual, is was inevitable that Fred was going to wake up. She heard him mumble, against her neck, his breathing very close to her hear, she shivered.

“Peach.” Fred said sleepy, still trying to figure out the world around him. It could take him no time at all to do so, but now it was taking a bit longer, maybe because the comfort and warmth her body was eradiating was making him feel all types of ways, good ones.

She stopped the movement of her hips, her bum was right up against his pelvis.

“Sorry, Fre-Fred.” Her voice trembled. She heard him sigh happily.

“Someone’s needy aren’t they?” one of the hands that was resting against hers comes down, slowly, over her belly and then to her pussy, her clit was swollen because of all the pleasure she was feeling, his fingers press on it.

“Fuck, Fred-“ her legs twitch, his tsks with his tongue.

“Not my name peach. You know my name don’t you’?” He brings his hips back an then against her again, his cock coming all out, only the tip inside and then he’s fully in inside her again.

“Daddy.” She whimpered, Fred felt bigger this way, the vain that runs along his cock when he’s hard can be felt against y/n’s soft walls. He draws back again and then slides all the way inside her again, this time it doesn’t just brush against her spot, it actually its it directly. She throws herself against his chest, his other hand came to rest on her chest, he pulls both nipples at the same time.

“Feels good doesn’t it baby? You just like to be fucked slow too don’t you? Just feel me all the way in that tight little pussy.” She could only nod. The whimpers turned into louder moans again, his name falling from her lips effortlessly. Her hand shad become sweaty, the tingly sensation on her clit had become tremendous. She lowered her hand, and when it touched her clit she clenched around his cock, Fred moaned right into her hear. “Fuck, just like that Peach. You are such a good girl for daddy.”

y/n doesn’t know if it was the touch on her clit or the fact that Fred had just called himself daddy, but she pressured harder on her clit, her head falling back to rest against his shoulder, his lips close to her hear and also her cheek, he laid a sweet kiss there.

She was wet, the noise that was coming from them was loud, and could almost be heard on top of their moans. Fred brough one of his legs to secure on of her legs bellow his, and then forced it open a little more, the angle made his cock it her spot without any failure.

“f-fuck.” Her body shook all over, the hand on her clit came to clench the sheet, the other came to rest on top of one of his hands in her nipples. “Please- Daddy please.”

“What do you want peach? Come on?”

“fuck me harder, please.”

He groaned, it was dark and low, and along with his sleepy voice that y/n had realized was that sexy it was enough to make her cum, right on top of his cock, she wetted his cock. Fred took this opportunity to pull his cock out, he was hard, leaky and wet with both her release and his pre cum, it was a messy sight really, but a beautiful one when y/n, out of breath instead of meeting his eyes, met his cock.

“I wanna suck you of, Daddy.” She was shy, and Fred felt the moment of it all in his cock, his hand coming down to stroke himself, from the red ruby tip to the base and to his balls that also looked red and swollen because of all the pleasure.  

“You don’t deserve it peach.” She looked confused. “Came on my cock and didn’t even ask, that’s no way to treat daddy right?” She couldn’t answer, her orgasm still pumped in her veins, but she was already wanting more just from the sight. Fred was on his knees in bed and she had turned to him moments before, and he had kept the movement on his cock, his theeth coming to meet his bottom lip to surpass a moan.

“I’m sorry.” She went to bring her hand to his cock, but he slapped it, gently, away.

“No peach. I touch myself, dirty girls like you get to wacth.” She swolloed hard, the tingles in her body coming to all connect at her clit. Her body involuntary grinded against the bed, but no avail given the fact that she was on her back and so her clit couldn’t grind on the sheets.

“You just look for every opportunity to be a bad girl don’t you? I thought you were my sweet cute little girly that loved daddy very much, not only his cock. Guess I was wrong.”

“You weren’t.” She said quickly, feeling the need to justify herself. “I’m your good girl daddy, please.”

His hand squeezed the head of his cock, his head fallinh back his hair, already messy, leaving his eyes to fall back, he could feel the orgasm in his belly, the pressure beginning to build, just one more. But he denied himself that.

He got up, y/n was confused while looking at him. Without any words he came to end of the bed and stretched one of his arms and pulled her close to him, her legs open for him.

“Just a beautiful sight. This pussy is mine beautiful, and only mine.” She nodded agreeing to what he was saying, her hands fighting the urge to touch her clit. “ You’re mine peach.”

“Only yours daddy.” Her head rested against her shoulder while she looked at him, the way one of his hands was still on his cock, stroking it very slowly, the vein looked so prominent, y/n wanted to run her tongue over it, from the tip of his cock to his balls and suck on them. She hadn’t had time to figure it out, but she believes Fred would be a sucker for that. And then his other hand was running over one of her legs and came to her pussy, she was so wet that he only had to insert two fingers in her without much effort. He curled them immediately.  Her eyes closed, a whimper came from her mouth and her hands, resting on the sheets closed in fists.

Fred was mesmerized by the sight in itself, because she looked like a goddess and Fred could not believe that a week ago he was priving himself of her. Of everything he knew she had to offer. But he had been scared, he still is. Very much. But he decided to trust her, trust life for once and live it. So now, looking at her all bent out of shape for him, moaning his name, her hair all sweaty and her nipples hard and pink from him playing with them earlier, he feels he made the right choice, by choosing her.

He brings his fingers back, and then adjusts her body so he can be close to her. His cock his brushing against her clit, the stimulation proved to be a lot for her. It’s when he slowly and painfully slides into her again that all his thought about anything else but her vanish.

They’re engulfed in each other again. Fred Slowly fuck into her, his hips coming to enter her completely.

“Gonna fuck you that the only thing you think of is me.” Both his hands came to rest on her knees and kept her legs open while he fucked into her, the view had his legs shake and almost looses balance. The way her pussy engulfed him, and took him in, it was a view he would have on his mind for the rest of his immortal life. Her hips meet his, she had wiggled herself to be even closer, her body needing him that much, it seemed no proximity was enough for her. His cock is big, y/n already knew that, but everytime he’s inside her he stretches her out so good, he fucks her deep and y/n wasn’t use to being fucked and handled like this.

The rhythm of slow but deep thrusts,  rapidly become one of him slamming his hips against her as hard and fast, his balls hitting her bum, his fingers leaving marks on her knees from how hard he was squeezing them.

“Just like that. Look at that. Made for my cock, you were.” She nodded, a complete moaning mess. “Touch your clit for me baby, come on. That’s what you need.” It’s the way they’ve only been intimate two time, this being the second one, and knowing that she needs clit stimulation. Fred would beg to differ, right now he just knew her body was getting tired, the first orgasm had not been strong but had came out of nowhere and her body felt that. But any other time he was sure he could make her cum without it.

She did what he asked, two of her fingers meeting her clit and putting hard and steady pressure on it, her legs almost closing if it weren’t for his touch in them. “I’m gonna cum. Daddy- Fred.” She didn’t even know what she was saying anymore. Fred was fucking her so hard, her vision had started to go blank. When she cums she makes no sound tho, her body feels so numb, but filled with so much pleasure that her brain had stopped functioning for a few moments.

“Bite me please.” Fred was so in his pleasure that he could have sworn he could have missed her voice, but she was so sweet, so low and so… gentle that when he looked at her he couldn’t believe what he was asking her, once more.

He lowered himself on top of her, his face close to hers, theirs lips brushed.

“Are you sure peach?” He had worry in his voice, the movement of his hips had slowed down, his orgasm was there hanging, he was almost there. And the way her pussy clenched around him was making everything so much harder.

She nodded again, her hands coming to pull him by his neck to kiss him. “Fred please, I want it.” She moved her head to her neck was on full display for him, his fangs feeling with venom, his hips starting to move again.

When he could feel his orgasm coming in to a close he bit her neck, he heard her scream, but the way her blood was sweet and tangy against his tongue for a moment he forgot it. His orgasm came crashing on him at that moment, his release coats her walls white, it’s strong and has her moan his name all over again. He works himself thru his orgasm and when he feels they are both being sensitive he pulls slowly at the same time he leaves her neck, but not before gliding his tongue over the too small holes for them to heal quickly.

“One day,” He started out of breath, his hands on her legs again caressing them slowly. “You’re gonna be the death of me. And my chew toy sweetheart.” The last part came out sad. She already had a scar and now she would have another one. They didn’t last long, they would fully disappear in week or two, but still.

“Fred, I want this.” She sat in front of him, feeling their releases slowly slip out of her but right now she couldn’t care less. “You don’t have to worry.” He lowered himself a little to gently kiss her lips.

“You are too sweet peach.”

--

It had been a month, a month of Fred going to pick up y/n everyday from the barey, and on the days she was free they would either spent it at her house, his, or he would plan something sweet for them to do.

It was during this month that y/n realized a lot. Fred was this gentle soul, his sweet love of hers that she would never get tired of. He did everything for her and showed her so much. He showed her a world she thinks she would never knew of his she hadn’t met him.

That’s why not long after this realization, feelings of terror had started in her. The bound was way more than Fred had initially explained, it had only gotten stronger the closer they become, and well, y/n was scared of thinking about a future where they wouldn’t be together.

Where she would grow old, and he was to stay like that, and live forever. He would be her whole world but she would only be a piece of his.

And her heart squeezed and shattered at the thought. Sometimes after he left she would cry, thinking of a future bright and happy with him. When she was with him during the day she tried to make the most of everything, but well, it was hard. She longed for more, for his touch and his feel all the time.

That’s also why, on a Sunday morning, when she is making herself comfortable in his house by making herself breakfast, and listening to songs the thought that had been lurking around on her mind for a week or so, becomes solid. It’s why when Fred comes down, all sleepy and groggy again (what still surprises her since he says vampires don’t need sleep) y/n feels this is the right time to tell him. Well if ‘right time’ even exists…

“Morning peach.”

“Morning.” She says all sweet, putting her breakfast down on the table, she knows Fred is not hungry because he had fed of her last night again. She didn’t mind, Fred always made sure she was well fed in case she would offer to feed of her any time. And also because he loved her very much. He also would not feed unless she would express such will.

“What’s on your mind?” Fred came around the table next to her and kissed her lips gently, and then her forehead. She looked at him. “Well, I know when you have something on your mind, you that face.” He jokes. His cold touch on her hot skin felt nice.

She figured that going straight to the matter would be easier and faster than dwelling on it much longer.

“I wanna become like you.”

[dynyamight]

Hello! Could you do this one :

192 - You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.

Thanks ☺☺

192. You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.

“My, you’ve grown so tall and handsome, Katsuki! I can barely recognize you!”

Bakugou shrugs stiffly, hands deeply shoved in his pockets. “..Evenin’, Auntie.”

“Hurry, hurry!” Inko quickly beckons him inside the apartment, with frantic hand motions. “The cold air will get you sick the longer you stand out there.”

After a few tentative steps inside, and offering a mumbled pardon of intrusion, Bakugou makes a look around the small home.

God, everything looked eerily the damn same.

The miniature sofa, the kotatsu, the TV airing the local news, the rickety old dining table, in the same faded wood color just like before. The kitchen, probably looks the same, too.

Nothing new.

And, oddly enough, Bakugou was glad. Familiarity was very much needed, right now.

“Let me take your coat, dear.” Inko shushes quietly, right beside him. When Bakugou twists his head down, he looks to see her offering a soft smile.

Something in his chest clenches. “Nah, s’fine.” He coughs, struggling to meet her gaze. “..We’ll be leaving soon, anyway.”

“You know, that’s what you always told me, back when you two were kids.” Inko voices gently, “Waiting at the front door. Ready to head out, as soon as Izuku stepped out.”

“It warms my heart to see you two together.” She says, gazing at him, with that same comforting expression she used to give him long ago.

The inside of his palms are damp, sweating nervously. All he can offer is a quick nod of acknowledgment, without losing his cool in front of her.

Sure, they weren’t close before, but Inko only remembers him as that child. The one that was her son’s best friend. The one that knocked at her front door, jumping in his sneakers excitedly. The little boy who guided her son out of her home, and brought him back, safe and sound.

And, the same guy who was once the source of all of her beloved son’s distress, turmoil, and torment.

He hopes Midoriya has told her redeeming things about him, now that she knows that part. Because, there’s no way in hell he can sell himself any better.

A door to the right of the hallway opens in that instant.

With his back turned away from them, Midoriya steps out in an obnoxious All Might pajama set, barefooted.

He’s holding up two sweaters, dangling from each hand. “Mom!” He calls out towards the dining room, “Which one looks better? Yellow or red?”

“I can’t tell, Izuku.” Inko states easily, “Turn around.”

Doing a double take, Midoriya pivots in his stance, almost tripping over the long pants. “Oh, when did you get behind-?”

Midoriya’s face drops, before the shirts hit the floor.

Bakugou snorts, while Inko intently gazes at the fallen clothing. “I would think the burgundy one would look wonderful, sweetie.” She advises, regardless.

Quickly, Midoriya gathers and shoves his sweaters in his arms, and hurries back into his room, slamming the door shut. The click of a lock echoes, alongside a bunch of stressed, inaudible words.

“..You sure you don’t want me to take your coat?” Inko asks him. This time, there’s a knowing, small teasing expression on her face. “Izuku might take a while longer.”

Bakugou doesn’t wait for long, seated under the warming kotatsu. His drums his fingers on his thighs, here and there. And, the heat does get a little stuffy, while wearing black jeans and a turtleneck.

But, otherwise, it’s not intolerable. Inko had offered him plenty, during his wait; a hot mug of ginger and cinnamon tea, a small plate of cookie biscuits, and her silent, yet welcoming company. She even insisted on covering his shoulders with a large blanket, engulfing him completely.

“Anything for you.” Inko reassures him, despite having not voiced anything. “You have done so much to keep Izuku happy. It’s the least I can do.”

The overbearing politeness runs in the family, like a disease.

He feels he should thank her, or better yet, try to have a conversation with her. But, each time he builds up the internal guts to say something, the words get caught in his throat.

He wants to make sure he says the right thing to Midoriya’s mother. Unfortunately, he desperately wants her approval.

So, when Midoriya finally walks around the corner, in a nice pair of jeans and that same burgundy sweater from before, Bakugou’s relieved to say the least.

He feels saved.

“Now, the night is only getting colder, by the minute.” Inko hurriedly tells them, as the three of them walk to the front door, “This winter season has been terribly freezing! My heart can’t handle either of you catching the flu, let alone both of you! So, try to make it home not only safe, but healthy. Oh, and if you are unable to catch the last train, please let me know! I will gladly-”

“It’s okay.” Midoriya reassures her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Mom. We’ll be okay.”

“I know, I know. Just please-”

“Call you when we’re on our way home.” Midoriya answers easily. “Yeah, I will.”

“..You promise?”

“I promise, Mom.”

They share a sweet, long embrace, which Bakugou can’t help, but look away.

Something about their close bond, and unashamed love for each other feels intrusive for him to be a part of.

Something that he doesn’t deserve to be a part of. At least, not yet.

Instead, he solely focuses on readjusting his winter coat over his shoulders.

On their languid walk towards the metro station, a few blocks away from the apartment complex, Midoriya slips his hand in his.

“You told me 20:00, Kacchan.” He whines, however.

Bakugou rolls his eyes. “It was.” He corrects in a huff, “Until you fucking said I could drop by an hour early.”

“Wha—? When did I say that?”

“During our damn lunch break, yesterday.” Bakugou incredulously stares at him. “The hell? You were the one who came up to me and literally said it yourself. How your conference for today with the academy got cancelled. ”

For a moment too long, Midoriya stays silent, visibly mulling over the words in his head. Each quiet second makes Bakugou more internally baffled, downright shocked.

If it weren’t for Midoriya’s warm hand loosely holding onto him, he’d crackle a couple explosions, in spite.

“Oh. I did.” Midoriya breathes out laughing, bringing his other hand to his face. “I completely forgot.”

“Shitty Deku.” Bakugou grunts. “Starting the night off wrong, already?”

“Hey! Don’t go making me feel bad, Kacchan!” With pleading eyes, Midoriya looks up at him. “I didn’t mean to forget. School’s been hectic recently, and you know that.”

Those huge, bright green eyes. His kryptonite.

Bakugou clicks his tongue. “..Whatever. S’not like the wait was awful.”

“Oh god, I hope my mom wasn’t too much with you.” Midoriya messes with Bakugou’s fingers in between his, tightening and letting go of them.

“Not at all.” Bakugou lies.

Smiling, Midoriya lets out a big sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. If you two didn’t get along tonight, I might have had an aneurysm.”

“If you had to choose—” Bakugou starts.

Midoriya narrows his eyes. “Stop it.”

Bakugou scoffs, slipping out an air of mirth into it. “Obviously your mom.”

“Obviously, it would be too hard of a decision to make.” Midoriya corrects. “Hopefully that time never, ever, ever comes.”

Despite trying not to smile, Bakugou feels the traces of a smirk on the corners of his lips. “If that day ever happens, always pick Auntie.” He states easily, “Her heartbreak would be so fucking intense. Put all natural disasters to damn shame.”

With a small, slipped out laugh, Midoriya bumps their shoulders together, softened by their winter coats. “You are weirdly making sense, Kacchan.”

“Of course I’m making fucking sense. She cries over the thought of someone taking you away. Villain, or not.”

“Every mother is like that!”

“Hell, I’m damn surprised Auntie didn’t flip her shit from seeing me.” Bakugou honestly confesses finally, more to himself than to Midoriya. “Dating her one and only son, and she didn’t even freak out about it.”

And, just like that, Bakugou knows something is wrong, from the moment Midoriya stays quiet.

They continue to walk, despite the sudden tense mood between them. But, that doesn’t mean Bakugou doesn’t want to demand Midoriya to speak up, the longer he keeps his mouth shut.

But also, he doesn’t want to ruin their night, and so, he waits begrudgingly.

Right as the two are on the outskirts of the metro tunnel, Midoriya twiddles Bakugou’s fingers nervously.

“..I haven’t told her about us yet,” He admits, face morphed in guilt. “But, I mean, she could very easily guess our intentions tonight. So, maybe— I don’t know —she might know.”

Bakugou hums, allowing himself a few seconds to process that. He then breathes a long air through his nose. “..I figured.” He simply says.

“It’s not like I want to hide us.” Midoriya voices aloud, furrowing his brows. “It’s just with graduation coming up, and the academy still looking for an agency to accept me as anything, and then my father suddenly wanting to come back into our lives, she’s just been a little stressed with everything going on, including myself. And, I don’t want to potentially ruin us and-”

With a tight grip, Bakugou halts them to a sudden stop.

When Midoriya worriedly gazes at him, he offers him back a nod. “Yeah, I get it.” Bakugou firmly states.

“Kacchan, I-”

“You’re fine. Don’t worry about it.”

And, he really means it.

While people bypass them, heading through the automatic doors of the metro station, they both remain standing, staring back at each other.

The first to break is Midoriya, releasing a big, tired sigh. “You’re right.” He frowns, looking away. “I’m totally ruining this date night. I’m sorry.”

Pulling his hand out of the hold, Bakugou instead brings his arms over Midoriya’s shoulders. He hugs them close. “No, you’re not.”

“I am.” Midoriya responds backs, muffled.

“We’ve been on more shit dates, Deku.” Bakugou tells him in his ear. “And, this ain’t one. It barely even began.”

“A whole year, and I—I haven’t even told her.” Midoriya shakingly admits. “I’m such a coward.”

Bakugou huffs. “You’re not. The talk ain’t easy. Hell, telling my hag and old man about us was like pulling teeth out of my damn mouth.”

“..At least you told them.”

“Listen, you went through a lot of shit, two years ago.” Bakugou reminds Midoriya, bluntly. “The running away. The dropping out. The undercover work. The public hate. Getting together after all fucking that, probably wasn’t even the best move.”

“I still remember it all.” Midoriya mumbles.

Bakugou tightens his hug. “And, since then, life’s been a total bitch to you. I fucking wish you didn’t get half the crap you have to deal with, because it runs you into a damn mess.”

“But, I—”

“So, just focus on the important shit, right now.” Bakugou breathes out, pressing his head against Midoriya’s. “Us? We can wait. No, I can wait. I’ll be right beside you, until then, and even after that.”

Lifting his arms up and around Bakugou’s back, Midoriya holds onto him, just as tight as him. “..You promise?”

Bakugou exhales a short sigh. “I promise, Izuku. We’ll be okay.”

Letting go, Midoriya gently pushes away from Bakugou’s grip, causing them to finally part, for who knows how long.

Before the secondhand embarrassment of people witnessing them sinks into his pride, Bakugou’s redirected to the watery eyes of Midoriya, as he quickly blinks them dry.

“God, when did you get so—?” Midoriya wildly moves his hands around, gesturing over at Bakugou.

On the other hand, Bakugou scrunches his nose. “The hell does that mean?”

“So supportive?” Immediately, Midoriya shakes his head. “No, you’ve been supportive, that’s not the right word. So kind? Uh, that doesn’t sound right..”

“You mean romantic.” Bakugou puts it bluntly.

A rush of red floods Midoriya’s face, matching his sweater and shoes. “Don’t say it so loud, Kacchan!”

“I wouldn’t have to, if you weren’t asking dumb ass questions!” Bakugou yells back, crossing his arms definitively. “We’re together, Deku! Of course I’m gonna tell you fucking sappy shit.”

“Shh! You are making us be a public scene!”

“Too late! We were a public scene the fucking moment we stopped in front of the damn metro like stupid lovers at the altar!”

It starts slow, with nothing, but Midoriya blinking up at him.

But then, a slipped sputter starts and a bubbling laughter erupts from Midoriya. He grabs onto Bakugou’s arm, helping him from not bending over in giggles.

“W-We really did!” Midoriya barely says, wheezing, “Lovers at an altar. A-And, you literally gave me vows!”

It takes Bakugou forcibly grabbing his idiotic, cackling boyfriend to finally move aside, and walk through the station’s entrance. He refuses to focus too much on the fire heating his face.

He’s never making outlandish, romantic gestures in public, ever again.

They missed their train, obvious from the lengthy moment they had outside. But, neither of them were upset about the ordeal. Instead, they gradly bought tickets for the next train to Tokyo, with only a thirty minute wait.

As Bakugou starts to shift comfortably in his bench seat, right beside him, Midoriya rests his head on top of his shoulder. “Thankfully, we still won’t miss the movie premiere.”

“Because your weird ass is making us leave hours before midnight.”

“For situations like these!”

Bakugou scoffs a short laugh. “I guess it’s reasonable.”

Grabbing his hand into a loose grip, Midoriya twiddles with Bakugou’s fingers once more. “Thank you. For tonight.” Midoriya whispers.

“You needed time to chill the fuck out. With the shit you’ve been facing, let tonight be the night you forget about it.” Bakugou grumbles, “Besides, I haven’t been able to steal you away, for my damn self.” He tacks on.

Midoriya smiles back at him, head comfortably slumped on his shoulder. “You make me feel alive, again. And, for the first time ever, since the start of this year,” He sighs, longingly up at Bakugou, “I feel like I can breathe.”

Bakugou brings him closer, chin tucked in his curls. “Good. I need you to breathe, at least once and a fucking while.”

Midoriya snorts. “Just at least once?”

“And, a fucking while.” Bakugou reiterates, “I’m not a monster.”

“No, you’re not.” Midoriya chuckles, bringing his legs over Bakugou’s lap. “You’re my monstrous boyfriend.”

“That’s fucking right.”

For a while, they stay just like that; close, intimate, and stuck together, without a care of the outside world. Maybe it’s from the intense conversation from earlier, but Bakugou doesn’t feel deterred to back away. Instead, he feels comfortable in holding Midoriya, and not letting go.

“You know,” Midoriya starts, “My mom wouldn’t freak out.”

Bakugou raises a brow. “..Hm?”

“About us. She wouldn’t freak or flip out like that.”

“C’mon, Deku.” Bakugou scoffs, shaking his head. “You don’t gotta lie to me, now.”

“I’m serious.” Midoriya reaffirms strongly, emphasizing his words with a tightened grasp around his hand. “She wouldn’t.”

“I’m not the type of guy you bring to your damn family. Seeing me as anyone’s partner is like fucking failing at life.”

Midoriya brings a tentative hand, cupping the side of Bakugou’s face. His fingertips are rough, yet linger there softly. “Just promise her you’ll make me happy and keep me safe.” Midoriya states easily, smiling brightly. “And, she’ll welcome you with open arms, all over again.”

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War, peace and love - Edmund Pevensie x reader

Hey there~ it's been a while and decided I should write something new. So here it is! Thought I should try something new so, angst with a little bit of fluff at the end. Hope you all enjoy!! ❤️✌🏻

"You are such.. AN IDIOT," Edmund pushed my shoulder making me stumble backwards, widening my eyes in shock at what he just did. "DID YOU WANT TO DIE?!"

Pushing him back I scowled at him, "I DON'T SEE WHY YOU'RE SO BOTHERED ABOUT THIS! AS FAR AS I REMEMBER IT, YOU WEREN'T BOTHERED ABOUT ME YESTERDAY?!" taking in a breath I continued, "YOU KNOW WHAT?! YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME!!"

He pushed my limits this time. He was the cause of this heated argument, why everything had to go wrong for me.

>>> Flashback <<<

Everything was happening so fast.

Susan nearly falling to death, but thank God for Trumpkin being there. Lucy gone in search of Aslan. Edmund, Peter, Caspian and I, on the battle field alongside the narnians. It was a fight to death and victory against the Telmarines.

I reminded myself to thank Capsian, for always pushing me to work better with the sword. Hours and hours of training brought me some luck here. Apart from the fact that a Telmarine swordsman nearly took my head off. Only for Edmund to swing in just in time. He did that of course, not forgetting to glare at me and mumbling curse words under his breath.

Simply. He hated me, I hated him.

Edmund was completely against me coming on the battlefield. Saying I wouldn't be of any use and that I would run away pathetically. That making Caspian and Peter change their minds, being scared that they would put my life at risk. Then there's me, this was what I was training so hard for. I was not going to give in just like that! Not forgetting that, I wanted to prove Edmund otherwise.. and just to piss the boy off too, I managed to change the high king and prince's minds.

And where did this rivalry begin?

To be honest. I don't even know.

He just decided to pick on me, hate me. And I had enough of being weak. And in no time, I began to give him the cold shoulder too. Susan and Lucy saying it was just "a phase". I didn't care. I had enough of his attitude, looking down at me constantly and having to say something bad about everything I do.

Back to the battle.

Everything was happening so fast. Taking down one Telmarine just for another to, throws themselves at you. My legs were aching, heart beating rapidly, mind racing. Running across the field I blocked a sword swinging at Peter.

Peter signalling me to duck he blocked a swordsman, this time behind me.

Turning back to face me, he grinned, "thank you for that." The smile of his fading away just as more Telmarines headed towards us.

Nodding my head at him we continued fighting side by side. Suddenly I bumped into someone. The force pushing me off my feet. Stumbling backwards, I met the hard ground.

I whinced in pain and let out a yelp right after, feeling a much larger force on my body. Opening my eyes my heart began to speed at an inhuman pace.

Edmund.

Out of all the people it had to be him.

Eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed, he let out a groan. I widened my eyes in instant panic the second his eyes shot open, connecting his gaze with mine. If my eyes weren't playing tricks on me, I saw a hint of red tint his cheeks. But before I had time to process the situation I could hear my name being called out.

"ED! N/N! WATCH OUT!" Capsian shouted, running towards us.

Looking behind Edmund's figure a Telmarine stood holding his sword mid air, prepared to get Edmund. Immediately, I pushed Edmund off me. Picking up my sword I blocked him just in time.

A piercing pain in my side, and I get kicked back down. Letting out a shriek in pain I held the place I got stabbed. Backing up, and facing the Telmarine behind me, I tried to retrieve my discarded sword.

It was out of my reach and everything was just getting way too blurry.

"Y/N!" I could make out Edmund's figure fighting off the swordsman in front of me.

I could hear voices calling out my name, but couldn't seem to focus. But no, I couldn't give up just like this. I had to get up. Using all the energy left in my body, I grabbed my sword and continued fighting. The rest of it all going in blur, maybe it was just the pain, or for the fact that Caspian and Peter kept trying to cover for me.

But when the Telmarines began to flee and Lucy had come along with Aslan just in time to block them, exhaustion and pain decided to take over.

And the last thing I heard was someone calling my name and my vision went black.

>>> end of flashback <<<

Lucy had rushed in to the scene, acting fast with her healing cordial. The others relieved that I was fine, but all except for one. And that was Edmund.

That leaves us here. In this heated argument.

"YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME!"

He let out an annoyed sigh, "YOU TRIED TO SACRIFICE YOUR LIFE FOR ME! AND WHAT WAS I DOING? I HAD TO SIT THEIR LIKE A COWARD!!"

Letting out a fake laugh, I rolled my eyes at him. I can't believe him, he's still so full of himself.

"That's all you care about huh? Yourself. I'm beginning to see why I hate you so much!"

At this, his eyes were filled with anger. The expression on his face, nothing but bewildered. Making his way upto me he grabbed my shoulder.

"What. did. you. say?" he said through gritted teeth boring his eyes into the side of my head.

Glaring back at him I pushed his hand off my shoulder. "You care only about yourself," I repeated in the same tone as his. Letting out a laugh of frustration he ruffled his hair.

"Really Y/N? Is that how you think of me?"

Not missing the sudden softness in his voice I raised my eyebrows in confusion. Boy does he have moodswings.

"Hmm? You think I'm selfish? That-that I care only about.. myself?" he held his index finger at his chest.

The change in his nature confused me to the fullest. Never had he ever been like this in front of me. Why is he like this all of a sudden? Maybe he's just trying to trick me and make me accept that he was right. But I couldn't grasp why is the softness in his voice breaking me?

"Y/N?" his voice was becoming a little stern. I tried to avoid his gaze. Something in me couldn't bare to look into his eyes. Placing a hand on my cheek gently, he turned me to face him.

My face began to heat up instantly, due to the close proximity and for the instant skinship.

There came the guilt. The look on his face breaking me. He looked so sad. He was hurt. And I was the reason behind it. A part of me wished I could take back the words I said. The other part of me, questioning why I'm being affected by this when he's treated me like this the entire time.

"Edmund I-"

"You think I don't care??! Well for your information, I care about my siblings, the Narnians, Caspian! Why do you think I even fought in this war, in the first place?! It's because I care! I could just leave, say I want to go home! But no! I care! I care about my parents! I care.. I care about you..." his voice cracked.

He wasn't making this any easier for me.

I was taken back by the switch in his moods, the sudden "I care about you" and I just didn't know what to say.

Not wasting a second Edmund turned around leaving the room. All I could do was watch him leave. I wanted to stop him, but I was afraid I would say something stupid and make things even worse. Sitting down I ran a hand through my hair.

"Well, that was new.."

Switching my gaze from the floor I saw Peter walking in slowly. I sighed looking away.

"You should talk to him.."

"I-I don't know Pete.."

"What do you mean you don't know?" he sat down next to me. I could feel his eyes lingering on my face.

"I don't know how to face him. I-I don't get why he's like this... and funny part is.. I-I think I hurt him," tears began to blur my vision the second I said those words. Peter wrapped an arm around my shoulder, rubbing my arm up and down gently.

"He does care you know.."

I rubbed my eyes furiously turning around to face him, "then why was he always picking on me? It didn't seem like he cared then?"

Peter let out a low breath, "Ed doesn't really tell people how he feels.. not even with us, he refuses to show his emotions. Most of the time he's cold as ice on the outside.. aaand," he dragged. "Is pretty stubborn.. I guess you could say that's how he protects himself.."

"Protects himself?" I tiled my head in confusion.

"From the world. From getting hurt. He pushes people away thinking they would hurt him. And he's always thought less about himself.."

"I would never.." I mumbled under my breath. But Peter heard it loud and clear, nodding his head "I know.."

"But he does care about you.. so much," Peter looked at me, his gaze soft. Nodding my head I let out a sigh.

"Thank you Pete."

He gave me a soft reassuring smile and gestured me to go after Edmund.

I knew what I had to do now. Running out of the room I set a pace through the Palace. Stopping here and there in order to find out if anyone had seen Edmund.

Maybe things were complicating between Edmund and I. I had to cover the hurt I felt, the feelings I had all this time but now... now I needed to clear everything, make things right between us.

Finding myself in the hall I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, eyes darting everywhere. Where had this boy gone off to?

Turning around I saw a familiar figure standing at the balcony. It didn't take me more than a second to recognise that it was him.

Lifting up my gown I ran upto him. His back was facing me, so I cleared my throat to grab his attention. Spinning around almost immediately, my eyes connected with his warm brown ones.

And without a word he turned around once again.

"Ed.."

No response.

"Ed," I walked closer to him only for him to step away from me.

"Ed please.. look at me."

He was clearly ignoring me.

"Well I hope you'll listen to what I'm about to say.." I took in a long breath, "look, I'm sorr-"

He turned around instantly cutting me off, "oh so now you're sorry?"

Trying my best not to roll my eyes at his antics I looked down at my hands. "I-I didn't know.."

"Didn't know what? Oh wait I get it! Now you think I'm pathetic huh?"

I looked back at him with disbelief. Was he really doing this? Again? He wants to stir up another argument. Unbelievable. But, I didn't have it in me to get mad at him. I wanted to sort this out, so I shook my head in an attempt to not let his words get to me.

"I didn't say that."

"Hmm.. then what are you trying to say Y/N? Tell me."

Trying my best to avoid his gaze I gulped.

"I don't need your apologies."

"Look I didn't mean what I said back there. I was just mad and stressed with the whole situation.."

He scoffed looking away.

"I just... I don't understand why you hate me so much. What did I do? Where-where did things go wrong?"

This time he looked at me raising his eyebrows. But he said nothing. He just stood there, gaze fixed on the floor with an unreadable expression.

"Ed.." his gaze still fixed on the ground.

I took a step closer to him, but he didn't budge. Just stood there. The silence was just unbearable.

Not sure what to do or say, I stood there watching him. The air surrounding us, a mixture of tension and awkwardness.

Observing his face, I realised how different he was. How tall he had gotten. How the freckles sprayed at the bridge of his nose. How soft his hair looked, my fingers tingling with an urge to brush my hands through it. How his lips were a peachy pink, almost like he had tinted it with gloss.

I hadn't noticed how much he had changed over the years. My face began to heat up for the second time that day, and I averted my gaze.

Glancing at him once again it was like a flame lit inside me. And the next second I did something that I never dreamt of doing.

My body decided to act on it's own. Mindlessly I stepped closer to him, standing on my toes I placed my hand on his face.

"Y/N?" confusion laced in his voice but I was too caught up in the moment to really respond to him.

My gaze flicked from his eyes to his lips and there you have it. I brushed my lips on his momentarily.

His body tensed in my grip, eyes wide open and pupils expanding to the fullest.

Pulling away from him I let out a shaky breath. But when I looked at Edmund and the look on his face, I widened my eyes in realisation. What have I done?! What was I thinking? How could I be such a fool?! All I could think about is how the boy in front of me could be hating me even more now. I just wanted to make things right between us, but I let my feelings take the upper hand. And now.. I expected the worse.

I turned away from him placing my hand on my lips unconsciously. Even though it was just for a second, I missed the feeling of his lips already.

Next thing I know, Edmund grabbed my arm and yanked me towards him. I was afraid of what he was going to say, what he was going to do, to meet his gaze. But instead without a word, he pulled me into a hug. Arms wrapped around my waist he pulled me closer sighing.

Something about this made me feel so comfortable in his arms. I wanted to scream. My heart thumping against my chest, I slowly hugged him back.

"I'm sorry.." he sighed.

"I'm sorry for being an idiot. For being a coward."

"You're not a coward," I mumbled.

"But I am.. I'm sorry for being so hard on you all these years. But can I just ask you something? To clarify. So that what I'm going to say next won't leave me having to run away in embarrassment?"

I hummed in response.

"D-do you like me?"

My body stiffened. Wait. Is this heading to where I think it's heading?

"I-I.."

"Because I do."

My eyes widened at this. Pulling away from his embrace I looked at him in shock. Is he being serious? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was so unbelievable, to the point that I had to pinch myself just to make sure I was not dreaming.

"You.. you what?"

"I know it's hard to believe. But I do."

"But.. you.. you"

Rubbing the nape of his neck he smiled nervously. Clearing his throat he closed his eyes.

"I didn't like it.. I didn't like you getting involved in all of this.. I didn't want you coming to narnia either, because I didn't want to risk your life. You've always tried to save me. Even when we were kids. And I could never do the same, that leading me to thinking you might consider me a coward. The others were fine with you coming along, even if I said no and I just wanted to stop you. Stop you from coming with us to battle and hurting yourself. And I let that happen."

I looked at him.

He opened his eyes gaze locking with mine he released a shaky breath, "I pushed you away, in order for you to actually give in and stay on the safe side. But that.. that made me nearly lose you.." he took a breath, "and I was scared.. so scared, that you wouldn't feel the same. Specially when you began to avoid me. It was fair of course, after what I put you through. I was afraid I'd end up getting hurt, so I wanted to brush off all feelings and instead treated you badly again."

He took my hands in his, "I don't expect you to forgive me, but I'm sorry. It was fair that you treated me that way.. but I just want you to know, that.. that.." he struggled. "ASLAN! I LIKE YOU!" he shouted. "I like you.. so so much."

I couldn't help but giggle and look in awe. I was at a loss of words. Not getting a reply from me, he sighed pulling away only for me to hold him back.

"Ed.. of course I forgive you. And I'm sorry for everything I said too. I understand how you feel.."

He smiled at me softly but that was soon replaced by a mixture of emotions, hard to explain. That's when it struck me. All this care. All this blushing and constant glances. The instant comfort I felt being in his arms. It wasn't just me being hurt over him hating on me all these years. I wanted things to be okay between us, I wanted to get closer to him. This side of him, I had never seen it before, but now it explains. What I was craving to see from him. I liked him too.

"I-I.. Ed?"

He hummed in response, eyes exploring my face.

"I like you too.." At once a smile wiped across his face. He came closer to me with our hands still intertwined together.

"Sorry I didn't get that. Could you please repeat it?" he brought his ear closer and wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.

Pushing him away and hiding my face in my hands I squealed.

Laughing he took my hands back in his and pulled me towards him. "You like me too?"

I nodded my head shyly. He chuckled moving in closer and brushing his lips against mine. Pulling away just for a second he whispered, "you would not believe how happy I am.." he leaned back in, connecting our lips together.

Wrapping my arms around his torso he cupped my face. Tilting his head Edmund smiled into the kiss. Pulling away once again he leaned his forehead against mine not before pecking my nose. I giggled.

"FINALLY!" Apparently, we had an audience. An audience of one though. "Shouldn't I be getting a little credit here?" Peter smirked. Edmund rolled his eyes. Looking at eachother we broke into a fit of giggles.

Third person's pov

And there they stood; in eachother's embrace, eyes filled with adoration and a love blossoming within them. The war replaced now with that of peace and love.

Well this turned out rather long than expected 😂 I really found this fun to write and I hope you all enjoy reading it!

Love you all, stay safe and happy holidays! ❤️

[shoichee]

Omgomg, congratsss on 200!!! You deserve all of ittt💕 could I have 15 for akashi pleasee? Thank youu!!

HI ANONIE, I’m flattered that you think that I have 200 REEEE but it’s actually just a 100 milestone hahahaha;; hope you’re lurking around on my blog rn and sorry it took a while, but without further ado.... i present to you

Akashi x Reader

15. “Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not”

Word Count: 2696

prompt list here

Note: we need more boku-akashi, i repeat, we need more SCARY AKASHI (SHAMELESS plug of another boku-akashi fic i did here)

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Everything changed after that violent rainstorm that day.

You did not know what happened in Teiko’s gymnasium that practice, but no matter how much you try to probe Momoi, Murasakibara, and even Kuroko about it on separate occasions, none of them seemed willing to divulge anything to you. It seems like everyone suddenly became a different person in just a single day, and you are left completely in the dark, grasping for nothing and having no clue what to do.

“H-haha…” Momoi nervously stammered. “Honestly, I think it was just a really bad day for everyone… I’m just concerned for Dai-chan…” And with that, you remember her dashing away to the stairs to cut the conversation short. You wonder what she meant about Aomine.

“Hnn,” Murasakibara hummed dismissively. “Practice is just getting annoying.” He never said anything more, and his silence spoke louder than words to you as he stared down at you with his peripheral vision: “leave now.” And so you reluctantly leave, your mind swirling with even more questions than you had prior.

“Ah…” Kuroko said. “Mm, well, I worry for our team… is all, but please don’t worry about us too much, (y/n)-san.”

“Kuroko?” you called out, deciding to drop the topic seeing his slight discomfort.

“Yes?”

“Do you know where Seijuro is?”

He flickered his gaze to the floor for a quick second before he returned his eyes to you.

“... I don’t know.”

“That can’t be helped,” you reassured him. “I’ll look for him myself. Thanks, Kuroko!” As you ran outside to head towards the gym, Kuroko stretched out his arm in a feeble attempt to stop you, but his fingers barely grazed your hair and ended up clasping air as he watched you with dread at the inevitable harsh truth you were about to encounter.

After all, who had the heart to tell you that Akashi Seijuro wasn’t as he seemed this entire time?

Gasping for air as you creak the bulky doors open, you immediately notice the lack of lights turned on, with only the evening sunlight filtering through the foggy windows from the 2nd floor giving the gym its light source. Amidst the stretched shadows on the court, only Midorima stands alone with his basketballs, shooting constant half-court shots in complete silence. Akashi was nowhere to be found.

Noticing your presence, Midorima turns around irritated, ready to berate the offender who interrupted his practice before he registers that it was just you. He sighs and puts the basketballs back into their storage basket before he gives you his full attention.

“I’m assuming you are here for Akashi,” he says, pushing up his glasses that had been slowly sliding down his nose from the sweat.

“Yeah—”

“He’s not here, nanodayo. He already left a while ago. I’ve been given charge of locking up the gym for the night.”

“Is… that so?” you said, scratching the back of your neck. “Well… I guess it can’t be helped, right? So, aha… I’ll see you tomorrow practice then?” Midorima only gives you a firm nod before he turns around to start mopping up the gym floors. Not wanting to partake in the awkward, distant silence between the two of you, you promptly left the gym, taking extra care to close the doors quietly to not disturb the greenhead inside.

That was… odd, to say the least. Akashi has always waited for you to walk you home together. It wasn’t that he had to, but he’s always insisted on walking you out of concern for your safety and gently teasing you that he wanted to spend a little more time with you. It was simply a small custom you two shared over the year you were together. Even if he couldn’t make it, he would always let you know beforehand either personally or through calls and texts.

Your heart feels unbelievably heavy and you’re not quite sure why.

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During times like these were when you really hated the fact that Akashi was in a different class than you. Your mind constantly drifts back to last night when you dialed him a few times to have a casual talk with him but received nothing but empty buzzes on his end. Figuring he was very busy, you decided to just go about your own schedules and send him a small text to him before you went to bed.

Seiji, I hope you’re not over-exerting yourself. I have many things to talk to you about, and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Goodnight!

But that morning, you checked your phone to find that there wasn’t a single notification from him. Opening the messages, you blankly stared at “Seen.” underneath your last text. And it hurt.

Even now, you still feel that you’re overreacting and jumping to conclusions way too fast over something so trivial. But he’s always made a point to communicate with each other, and if he was too tired or if he wanted to be left alone, he would’ve told you clearly. You have no one to confide in about your turmoil; you weren’t very close with the other “Generation of Miracles” and no one else knows Akashi better than them. It wasn’t a huge deal at all, yet why do you feel so afraid of what’s to come?

Your heart feels unbelievably heavy and you’re denying the possible reasons why.

“(y/n)-cchi?” Kise noticed you walking to no particular destination. “What are you doing here?” When you tell him that you’re looking for Akashi, Kise gives a strained smile as he pats your head in an almost consoling manner. “Haven’t seen the captain since practice two days ago.”

“Two days ago? Kise, did you forget there was practice yesterday?”

“Had a photoshoot, couldn’t make it,” he shrugs. “Besides, it’s not like I’m gonna be punished if I choose to ditch anyways.”

“Ditch?”

“Yep~ as long as we win our games, he doesn’t have a problem.”

“That… can’t be right.”

“Who knows what he’s thinking?” he sighs. “Geez, but he can really be scary, I don’t know how you’re dating him.” Kise turns to the vending machine behind him to slot in two coins for a soda. “Do you want one too?”

“Um, it’s okay,” you said, more fixated on his previous words. “Seijuro isn’t scary… he isn’t like that.” Kise turns around to face you again with a can in his hand, and he sighs before he tousles his own hair.

“I guess you know him better than I do, so maybe he was just having a bad day,” he says. “If you’re still looking for him try one of the empty classrooms, I’m sure he’s off playing some shogi by himself or with Midorimacchi.”

So here you are, scouring the hallways for all the empty rooms on all the floors, trying to find the redhead. When you find Midorima walking towards your direction in the hallway instead, you briskly walk to him to intercept his path.

“Sorry to bother you, Midorima-san,” you hurriedly say. “I know it’s been annoying to hear this but…” You pause, and Midorima instantly knew what you were going to inquire about.

“He’s down the hall to your left. Take the stairs and go straight ahead.” When you thank him profusely and start to head off, Midorima is still watching you from where he was standing.

“(y/n)-san.” At the call of your name, you stop to turn back to face Midorima from the end of the hallway. “Your sign is at the lowest of the luck rankings according to the Oha Asa today. Your lucky item is a dictionary, but I can only advise you to be careful.” You only answer him with an exasperated smile at his antics before you continue on your way.

As you rush to the room Midorima described about, you think of how you are going to confront Akashi. Were you going to chastise him for yesterday? Give him the biggest hug? Pout at him about how you miss him? Ask about his day? You shake your head and decide to just focus on looking for him first before anything else.

You wonder why he was here in the secluded part of the building. Did he often come here prior to today? You take a deep breath and sigh in relief in seeing your boyfriend through the door.

Smiling, you let yourself in before closing the door wordlessly.

“Seiji—”

“I’ve been expecting you, (y/n).” You freeze at the sheer coldness of his voice. There he was, back to you as he languidly sat on a chair with a knee propped up. He continues to clink his shogi pieces around the board as if your presence didn’t warrant his full attention. But there was no mistaking that it was, in fact, Akashi. Only he would have his uniform blazer so free of wrinkles and stains.

“Seiji… what’s wrong?” You approach him worryingly, extending your hand to him as you walk closer. But as you reach within hand’s grasp, your gut is screaming for you to stop and turn back, to run far, far away and never look back. You ignore your body. You know you’re just being overly antsy and jumpy from recent overthinking. “You were nowhere to be found at all yesterday, and I just… was so worried—and you didn’t even reply to me at all!”

“Those things are unnecessary. The only thing that matters is victory. Surely you know this, (y/n)?” Your hand freezes and drops to your side. He drops his propped leg from his chair before he turns his head to the side to eye your shocked expression. “Why do you look at me as such?”

“Seijuro,” you whisper. “What’s… what’s gotten into you? What happened at practice that day? Everyone’s been acting weird, and I don’t know why!...”

He moves his gaze back to his shogi pieces and starts toying with the wooden chips. “That day was when I realized that I was absolutely naive and foolish. Order and absoluteness cannot be contested and questioned. The winners can never be denied… That has always been the policy of Teiko’s basketball team. I have realized that in order to accommodate this, I must become absolute and ensure that this team will continue to contribute to its legacy. I am certain the others must have come to this conclusion as well.”

“Seriously, Seijuro,” you plead. “Talk to me, if there’s something troubling you, from basketball to your personal life, I’ll be there for you… so please… please don’t be so cold to me.”

“Me? Akashi Seijuro troubled by such trivial matters? Your assumptions are arrogant but amusing nonetheless.” Akashi stands up from his chair, leaving his shogi pieces unattended on the desk. He slowly strolls to you, his eyes boring holes through you from the unnerving intensity they exuded. You slowly back up instinctively, until your back hits the door. Akashi stops to stand a few feet in front of you, but his eye contact continues to be relentless in intensity. “Though, I must admit, there is one thing I’ve been pondering about, so you are correct that I do have something in mind.”

“W-what is it?...” You don’t know what else to say. What do you say to a stranger who has the physical appearance of your boyfriend? Can someone change that much in just a single day? This Akashi Seijuro… was now only the empty shell of the Seijuro you knew and loved for some time.

“It seems that in my naivete, I had decided to date someone like you, but I wondered what would happen if I told you about all these inevitable changes I will bring to ensure absoluteness. I wonder if you’re even essential in helping future victories come to fruition.”

“What are you trying to say?...” you say, your voice slightly peaking at the end. You wring your hands together in anxiousness as you try to hold back volatile emotions from becoming apparent on your face. Akashi continues to observe you with an impassive poker face. “I don’t… I don’t understand!... I’m the ‘trouble’ that’s on your mind?...”

Your heart feels unbelievably heavy and you’re afraid of the possible reasons why.

“Seijuro,” you start sniffling, cursing your emotional dams for cracking so easily. “You’re always like this, shouldering all the burdens of being president, captain, and top student… you always told me not to worry, yet you always insist on helping me out… could you just… stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not!?” You end your sentence in a frustrated shout, cheeks feeling hotter as you feel more tears sliding down.

Akashi flinches at your words and parts his mouth in mild surprise, but soon enough, he returns to his composed self, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

“It is clear that we are both at an impasse. You do not agree with me, and that is fine. However, you are not necessary in what I need to achieve anyways. Keeping you around will only hold me back.”

“N-no… are you saying that…”

“From now on, we are strangers, (y/n). This is a farewell.”

“S-Seijuro, wait! You can’t just decide for the both of us like that!” You step forward and try to reach for him in desperation, but before you can react, Akashi slaps your hand away and stares down at your pitiful state.

“Do not touch me so casually,” he coldly says. “And do not address me like that ever again. Know your place.” With that, he holds his head high as he promptly exits the room without sparing you a glance, leaving you and his shogi set behind.

“S-S-eiji…” you softly wail. You sink your body into a squat as you struggle to hold back unadulterated tears with your arms. “Wh-why? Why? Why, why, why?...” Every moment, every memory you shared with Akashi within the past year was nullified in just a span of a few minutes. Your life feels shattered right before your eyes as you can feel its fragments slipping through your fingers still, and it hurts. It hurts so badly, and you don’t know how you can face the Generation of Miracles from this point on without breaking into sobs. They all reminded you of him too much. But you knew that if you avoided them, they wouldn’t care too much; after all, you only knew them through Akashi. Now that your connection to him was severed, there was truly no reason to speak with them anymore.

You sniffle and stand up after several more minutes of quiet agony, and you look over to the desk where Akashi’s shogi pieces are. You bite your lip, trying to stop the fresh tears from coming. You give a shuddering exhale before you stretch out your hand, hesitating before you gingerly pluck a piece off the shogi board. If you couldn’t salvage the broken pieces from your relationship, perhaps this piece can be a substitute for all those fragments. Thumbing through the woodwork, you can still feel the remnants of his warmth moments before. At least this way, you still have a piece of him with you, even if you know you can no longer be by his side anymore, much less talk to him.

You debate with yourself to try to confide about this with someone from the Generation of Miracles, but as your eyes spot them, you can’t help but notice the cold and distant gazes they embody, and it only reminds you of what Akashi has become. For the rest of your Teiko years, you dutifully avoid having as many interactions as you can with them, especially when Kuroko inquires about your relationship with Akashi on a few occasions.

The next time you would see Akashi in close proximity is when you decide to come to watch the Winter Cup finals with a classmate friend, who insists you to come watch once they hear that you used to attend Teiko.

When you lay eyes on him again, your heart feels unbelievably heavy once again, even more so with Akashi’s shogi piece sitting in the pocket of your uniform button-up shirt.

[reinerispretty]

reminiscence. (? x f!reader) pt8

hello everyone!! i hope you’re having a fantastic weekend :) 

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“Is everything alright?”

“Yes!” (Y/N) said quickly. “I’m totally fine, just have amnesia.” She knocked against her skull. “Nothing’s getting in here, I guess.” Before Asami could speak, Korra knocked on the door of the sparring room.

“How’s it going?”

“Well...” Asami started, glancing down at (Y/N). She stared up at Korra, a frown pulling at the ends of her lips.

(Y/N) didn’t sleep at all that night. She could feel the tiredness weighing on her body, pulling her limbs further and further down into the comfy sheets of her bed, but her eyes wouldn’t close. All she could do was stare up at the ornately decorated ceiling, painted with depictions of a tan, thinly mustached man as a cherub. She wondered whether or not she should go bang on Mako’s door and demand what that was. She thought he hated her! He had seemed so angry on the balcony and then the next thing she knew, he was kissing her. She knew it was ridiculous, but part of her thought she could still feel the softness of Mako’s lips against hers. She smothered her face with her pillow and screamed into it. 

When the rising sunlight just barely started filtering into her room, she slid out of bed. She walked to the mirror and brushed out her hair, which had become tangled from how much she had tossed and turned throughout the night, and pulled it back with a hair tie. She could see the faintest hints of tiredness on her features, so she splashed cold water on her face and hoped that no one would bring it up. Once she had pulled on her athletic clothes for her training, she walked to the kitchens. 

It was still early enough that the kitchen remained unoccupied. (Y/N) searched through the pantry to find something easy to make. Everything looked incredibly fancy and had labels that made absolutely no sense. She was lucky to have had Asami with her yesterday to help her decipher the meaning of some of the words. What in the world was a saffron? 

“Looking for something?” (Y/N) was so startled that she knocked her head against the frame of the pantry. “Oh, geez, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, are you alright?” 

As she pulled away from the pantry, rubbing her head, she found Bolin standing beside her. His black eyebrows were pulled together in concern and his bottom lip jutted out apologetically. “Yeah, I’m fine,” She said, laughing lightly. “I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up so early.” 

“I used to get up early for Nuktuk! I guess I haven’t really broken the habit yet. What are you doing up?” 

“I didn’t sleep that well,” (Y/N) said, and she supposed she wasn’t totally lying. She turned back to the pantry. “Plus I was hungry and I didn’t want to wait for everyone else to be up to eat. All these foods look too fancy.” Bolin snorted, as if she had said something funny. (Y/N) supposed it had something to do with her past, so she didn’t press him. 

“I can make you something!” He said, pushing past her to get into the pantry. His fingers were on her arm for only a moment but (Y/N’s) heart leapt into her throat and she had to take a deep breath to right her emotions. Bolin’s hands reached out and grabbed all sort of different ingredients. 

“You really don’t have to make me anything,” She assured him, to which Bolin scoffed. 

“I know I don’t have to,” He said to her, flashing a smile. “I want to.” He went over to the main island in the kitchen, laying out all of the ingredients in a row. “Today I will be making the lovely lady...toast.” 

“Toast?” (Y/N) repeated, a giggle following her question. “These seem like a lot of ingredients for toast. Do I even like toast?” 

“’Do you like toast?’” Bolin asked in a teasing manner. “You love toast! But you have to eat it in a very specific and sometimes frustrating way, if I remember correctly.” 

“I’m picky when it comes to toast?” She took a seat across from him, leaning her elbows on the marble countertop. “You’re making me sound pretentious.” 

“Oh you are,” Bolin said as he turned on the stove. He gave her another smile and (Y/N) knew he was kidding, “But only when it comes to food. You’re a big food snob.” 

“You’re telling me a lot about myself today and I’m not sure if I like any of it.” Bolin laughed at that, then began walking her through the instructions of how to make her special toast. As she watched, (Y/N) understood why Bolin had become a mover star. She felt like she could listen to him talk for hours. 

When her food was ready, Bolin elegantly garnished the plate and slid it in front of her. He watched her with an eager smile on his face. “Try it!” (Y/N) bit into the warm bread and hummed in delight. 

“I understand why I’m such a snob now,” She said. “I have pretty good taste.” 

“Does that mean I nailed it?” (Y/N) shrugged. 

“I’m gonna assume so, yes,” She said as she took another bite. 

“Great! I was worried I had forgotten how to make it! Y’know it’s been years since-” He stopped himself, his green eyes falling to the floor. Unsure what to do with the silence, (Y/N) slid the plate in between them. 

“Try your masterpiece, Chef Bolin.” She smiled softly at him and the corners of his lips turned up slightly. As they sat there sharing their food, (Y/N) was more curious than ever as to what had really happened between her and Bolin. Because right now, she feared that she was going to fall for him all over again. 

After their private breakfast, (Y/N) and Bolin walked to the main dining room, where the rest of their group was waiting. Korra and Asami’s faces lit up as they entered the room, but (Y/N) noticed how much of a point Mako was making to look away from her. The uneasiness from the morning rising in her stomach again, she took her seat between Korra and Asami. 

“Ready for your first training day?” Asami asked. 

“Could barely sleep thinking about it!” (Y/N) said. The waiters brought in their food, but (Y/N) only picked at hers while the rest of her friends dove in. 

“You’re gonna have to eat something if you’re gonna train today,” Korra said through a mouthful of rice. “Don’t need you passing out. Again.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. 

“I’m pretty full! I got up early and Bolin made me this toast that I apparently really love.” Korra’s eyebrow quirked up in curiosity and, unbeknownst to (Y/N), a small smile made its way onto Asami’s lips. 

“That’s nice of him,” Asami said.

Once breakfast was finished, Asami led (Y/N) to the sparring room. She showed her mostly defensive maneuvers, like how to block an attack and get out of someone’s grasp. But (Y/N’s) mind was so far away that each time Asami taught her a new move, (Y/N) forgot it almost immediately. They had to go through each move close to seven times before (Y/N) was somewhat okay at it. 

Sweating, she sat down on the mat and flopped onto her back like a starfish. “I’m sorry for being such a bad student,” She huffed as she caught her breath. Asami stood over her, a quizzical expression on her face. 

“Is everything alright?” 

“Yes!” (Y/N) said quickly. “I’m totally fine, just have amnesia.” She knocked against her skull. “Nothing’s getting in here, I guess.” Before Asami could speak, Korra knocked on the door of the sparring room. 

“How’s it going?” 

“Well...” Asami started, glancing down at (Y/N). She stared up at Korra, a frown pulling at the ends of her lips. 

“I’m feeling a bit too much like an emotional mess today to spar, I think,” (Y/N) admitted, her voice rather sheepish. Korra sat down beside her, Asami doing the same. 

“Even more of an emotional mess than usual?” Korra quipped, nudging (Y/N) with the toe of her boot. (Y/N) sighed and stared up at the ceiling. There were so many secrets surrounding her life already. Did she really want to keep one more? She turned and looked at Korra’s bright blue eyes and she felt her heart squeeze inside her chest. Part of making friends was trusting people, right? And these seemed like people worth trusting. 

(Y/N) sat up and tucked her knees into her chest. “Mako kissed me last night.” Her words came out fast, rushed, and for a moment (Y/N) was unsure if they had actually heard her. 

“Woah!” Asami exclaimed, just as Korra said, “What?” (Y/N) covered her face with her hands to hide her embarrassment. 

“I was thinking last night, about how Bolin said he hadn’t seen me in years, but when I met Mako, he said he hadn’t seen me in months. So, I confronted him about it, and apparently I did something to him, whenever he saw me last, but he was just being so...Mako about it that I yelled at him! And then after I was done yelling, he kissed me.” (Y/N) groaned. “Everything is just so messed up and complicated. I can’t wait to get my memories back.”

“I’m going to go talk to him.” Korra stood, hands balled into fists at her sides. (Y/N) grabbed her by the wrist. 

“Korra, wait! You seem mad-” 

“Because I am! You don’t deserve the way Mako treats you, and I want answers.” She wriggled her hand free from (Y/N’s) grasp and stormed out of the room, Asami and (Y/N) watching in her wake. 

“I have a feeling this isn’t going to be good,” (Y/N) said. Asami gave her a sympathetic smile. 

“Mako’s just a complicated person. When I dated him-” 

“You and Mako dated?” 

“Yeah, we dated before he and Korra did.” 

“Mako and Korra dated?” (Y/N) leaped to her feet. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know! I didn’t mean--Oh, I’ve messed everything up! I was worried that me being around would put a strain on your guys’ friendship, and now look what’s happened! Korra’s about to beat Mako to a pulp!” 

“Korra’s not going to do that,” Asami said with a laugh. “She’s just going to talk some sense into him.” (Y/N) couldn’t stop fidgeting with her fingers. She felt so anxious. 

“Are you upset that Mako kissed me?” 

“Of course not,” Asami said gently, standing so that she and (Y/N) were face to face. “I got over Mako a long time ago.” 

“And Korra? Is she going to be mad at me?” 

“It’s not your fault and she knows that. Korra wouldn’t be upset with you over something you had no control over.” Asami’s reassuring words put (Y/N) just a bit at ease. But the knot in her stomach tightened as she worried about how Mako and Korra’s conversation would go. Should she have kept what happened to herself? 

---

Korra found Mako easily, standing on the top deck of the ship by himself. “Hey!” She shouted, and Mako tensed. He knew that tone of voice. He turned to face her, raising an eyebrow. 

“What’s up?” He asked, but he had a feeling. Korra and (Y/N) had been getting closer, after all. 

“Care to explain yourself?” Korra asked, crossing her muscular arms over her chest. Mako opened his mouth to speak, but he shut it when no words would come out. He couldn’t even explain himself if he tried. He had laid in bed last night, mentally beating himself for kissing (Y/N). Maybe he had gotten too in the moment when she had told him she actually cared about him. Maybe he did it because he had been wanting to for a really long time. Mako truly didn’t know what he had been thinking. 

“I thought that when she left, the feelings I had for her would leave too,” Mako said quietly. “I did a good job pretending, while she and Bolin were together, but last night she told me that despite the way I had treated her she still cared that somehow she had made me upset. If you want an explanation, I don’t have one, because I don’t even know.” 

“Look,” Korra said, grabbing him by the arm. “We’re going to go inside and you’re going to tell me, Asami, and Bolin what exactly happened the last time you saw (Y/N).” 

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” 

“I don’t really care if you think it’s a good idea. If we’re going to go into the Spirit World to help her get her memories back, then we all need to be on the same page, alright?” 

So Mako stood in the middle of Varrick’s fancy den, the eyes of his three closest friends curiously boring into him. With a deep breath, Mako began recalling the last time he saw (Y/N). 

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Mako had just finished dinner with Asami when he began his walk to the pro-bending arena for practice. It was still early enough in the evening that people were walking about, but the streets were surprisingly less crowded than he expected. Mako tightened his scarf around his neck and shoved his hands into his coat pockets as a cool breeze flitted through the spring air. 

He was rounding the corner when he saw a familiar figure, huddling further into their coat and ducking their head down. Mako recognized the head of (color) hair and the way her fingers just barely peaked out of the sleeves that were too sizes too big for her. “(Y/N)?” He asked, coming to a stop. Her head snapped up at hearing her voice, and she took a staggered step back once she recognized Mako. He recognized the familiar sight of her tear-stained cheeks and watery eyes. “Are...are you okay?” 

And he knew he probably should be colder to her, considering what she had done to Bolin, but she looked so...sad. She gripped onto the edges of her jacket tightly, as if she was trying to hide in it, as she shook her head as her bottom lip trembled. “I messed up. I’m an idiot, I’m such an i-idiot and I-” She started crying again, her shoulders trembling as she brought a hand up to cover her mouth. 

“What happened?” Mako asked. “Are you hurt?” She shook her head furiously. 

“I saw-” She was trying to speak, but her own tears were getting in the way. She tried to wipe away her tears but they just kept falling. 

“Listen,” He said, gripping her by the shoulders. “I have to run. Meet me in the park at ten, okay? By the riverbank. We can sit down and talk and figure whatever’s going on out, alright?” (Y/N) looked up at him, nodding as she wiped away her tears. 

“Okay,” She said, her voice quiet as she tried her hardest not to let it wobble. “Thank you, Mako. I-I’ll explain everything.” She nodded determinedly and gave him a watery smile. “I’ll see you later.” 

Mako smiled too, despite himself. “Okay. Ten, don’t forget.” 

“Okay.” They walked away from each other, but he turned around countless times until she became lost in the crowd. He hated to leave her like that, but he had to get to practice. He couldn’t have anyone being suspicious about what he was doing: Bolin was still in the process of getting over her and the last thing he needed was finding out that Mako had seen a hysterical (Y/N) back in Republic City. 

When practice ended, Mako walked as quickly as he could to the park. He made up a story to Bolin about swinging by a store to get a new pair of shoes to get away from him. But when he reached the park at the exact spot he had told (Y/N) to meet him, just a few minutes before ten, she was nowhere to be found. Mako waited until late into the night and became angrier with each passing minute. He should have known that she would treat him the same way she had treated Bolin. 

So he returned home and had continued on with life, trying to forget about the night that he had found her sobbing, and was grateful that months passed without seeing her again.

---

Mako knew when he had finished his story and looked at Bolin that his brother was furious. “If you had told me,” Bolin said, his voice scarily low, “We wouldn’t be in this mess. She might still have her memories!” 

“You don’t know that,” Mako countered. “Just because she didn’t show up that night doesn’t mean that was when she lost her memories.” Mako looked to both Korra and Asami for reassurance, but both stared at him sadly. “Right?” He asked, and the guilt was starting to settle in his stomach. He had been so angry, so upset at (Y/N), for something that she might not have had any control over. Maybe if he had stayed with (Y/N), all of this never would have happened. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Mako said. “I was trying to look out for you. You were just starting to be okay again. I couldn’t ruin that.” Bolin set his jaw, clenching and then releasing his fists. 

“You can’t start thinking about the what ifs, Bolin,” Asami said, leaning over to place her hand on his. “She’s here now, right? And for the most part, she’s okay.” 

Bolin remained silent until a knock sounded against the heavy wooden doors of the den. (Y/N) peaked inside, her smile falling once she found all four of them gathered together and realized what the topic of discussion must be. “Dinner will be ready soon,” She said, before shutting the door. 

(Y/N) didn’t think she had ever experienced a more uncomfortable meal. No one had said a word since they sat down, so (Y/N) ate her food and wondered what on earth they could have been talking about before she had entered the den. She knew it had to have been about her, otherwise they wouldn’t have met, just the four of them. She glanced over at Bolin, who sat uncharacteristically far from Mako. 

She looked at Korra, dramatically raising her eyebrows and just slightly nodding her head toward the two boys. Korra gave (Y/N) an awkward smile, which all but confirmed (Y/N’s) suspicions about what had caused the two brothers to be so tense around each other. She cleared her throat to speak. “Asami taught me a few defensive moves today. I wasn’t very good, but hopefully I’ll be better tomorrow.” 

Bolin smiled at (Y/N), but she could tell it was straining him. “That’s great!” And he didn’t continue. She had only talked to Bolin a handful of times, but he always had much more to say than that. She rolled her eyes, tired of the weirdness that was culminating around the room. 

“Look, I know it’s strange, what happened between Mako and I, but it was honestly just an emotions thing. We were arguing and he probably got so mad at me he didn’t know what to do.” 

Mako’s wide amber eyes flashed up at her, his face instantly paling. He shook his head and (Y/N) tilted hers to the side in confusion. “What are you talking about?” Bolin questioned. 

“You know, the kiss last night?” Korra choked as she sipped her tea. “That’s why everything’s so weird right now, isn’t it?” As she looked at the faces around the room--Korra’s mix of fright and amusement, Asami’s surprise, Mako’s shame, and Bolin’s shock--(Y/N) realized immediately that she had miscalculated. Horribly. 

“Actually it wasn’t,” Bolin said, narrowing his eyes at his brother. “Mako conveniently left it out during our discussion today.” 

“Just use some Avatar powers on me the next time I’m about to say something stupid, okay?” (Y/N) asked Korra. The girl humored her with a salute. 

“I think I’m going to finish dinner in my room,” Bolin said, taking his plate and getting up from the table. The group watched as he walked out of the room, slamming the door shut on his way out. (Y/N) turned to Mako. 

“I’m so sorry!” She said quickly. “I thought he knew and that’s why everything was so weird!” 

“No,” Mako sighed. “Bolin was mad at me for a different reason.” Mako’s eyes met hers and he gave her a smile. “He was bound to find out eventually.” 

“I hope I haven’t ruined anything between you two.” (Y/N) had been so worried about causing rifts between the group, and that’s all she had done today! She thought about keeping her mouth shut permanently unless she was spoken to. 

“It’s alright,” Mako said. “Really. This isn’t the first time Bolin has been upset with me and it won’t be the last. I’ll talk to him once he’s calmed down.” (Y/N) nodded, turning back to her dinner. She probably shouldn’t talk to Bolin, but she wanted to. 

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water.

Ok so remember when I said to celebrate 200 followers I would make small drabbles or imagines based on fluids that continue the story fluids? Wellllll I did that (i did one) but now I already have 300 followers!!! Thank you so much for your support (and you can request if you want :)) But anyways, here is water, i have thoughts about syrup but it will probably take a bit :)

A/N: this is the second part to fluids.  

Genre: smut (?) maybe fluff 

Warnings: usage of water enema, humiliation, reader cries, anal stuff, spanking, hints of anal sex but no real anal sex, swearing, dom!Makki, dom!Mattsun, sub!reader, some MxM

Word count: 1759 

When you felt yourself slowly drifting away you tried squinting your eyes harder, a desperate attempt to stay in the peaceful slumber. Unfortunately, your bladder decided now would be a good time to act up, so you knew there was no going back from here. Your best hope would be going to the bathroom now and trying to continue sleeping right afterwards. Very begrudgingly you shimmied yourself out of the blankets and the arms of the boys around you, to sleepily tap into the bathroom, the slight burn between your legs constantly reminding you of the events that had occurred the evening before.

“Morning, princess.” Issei’s voice was even deeper in the morning. “No. Wanna sleep.” You were already nestled back in his arms, ready to close your eyes again, stomach warming up at his chuckle. “Sure thing, baby. Hiro’s going to be out for a while more, anyways.”

You hummed in content at the feeling of him slightly scratching your head, encouraging him to continue.

“You sore?” You let out a huff that could be understood as an affirmation and luckily, he got it, chuckling smugly.

“Issei- no. I’m sore!” Apparently, he didn’t get it, as his hand moved down, to cup your core through the boxers they had to lend you in his big hand.

“I’m not doing anything, princess, don’t worry. Just holding. It’ll be better I promise.” Maybe it was your imagination, but the sting really seemed to lessen a bit under the heat of his fingers, and contently you drifted off in a light snooze.

When you woke up again, much more willingly this time, Issei had disappeared from your side, leaving you and Hiro in bed. The strawberry blonde was still passed out cold and not against a bit more time in bed, you snuggled up closer to him and shut your eyes again, once you felt the warmth of his body.

You were absently tracing soft patterns on Hiro’s chest, when you heard someone, presumably Issei, reentering the room and sighing at the picture presented to him.

“Hey, I made breakfast for you.”

The bed dipped and you slowly blinked up at him. “What time is it?”

“Nearly noon.” Issei chuckled a bit, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before leaning over you to Hiro, shaking him slightly. Said man grumbled and tried turning around, away from the disturbance but was hindered by you clinging onto his arm.

“What time is it?” He still sounded incredibly tired, his voice deeper than usual and very raspy. “Nearly noon,” Issei repeated and also pressed a kiss on Hiro’s shoulder.

“Morning, Hiro.” You giggled at his sleepy expression, heaving yourself on top of him to press small kisses to his chest. “Morning, princess. You alright?” He stretched a bit, grabbing Issei’s hand while doing so to pull him towards you two.

“Yeah. Issei made breakfast.” He hummed at your answer, eyes closed again, with Issei tucked under one arm. “Well, we should stand up then.”

Nobody moved, making you all chuckle. It really was something you could get used to. Something about laying in their arms made you feel so soft and safe and secure.

“I love laying here, but I really need to pee. Princess…” You got the hint and rolled down, so Hiro could stretch one last time, press a kiss to both yours and Issei’s lips, and then scurry off to the bathroom.

“Let’s go eat.” Issei nudged you with his nose, snaking his arms around you to pull you up with him. He really went all out with breakfast, different kinds of bread, cereal, and fruits adorning the table. “Do you want some coffee?” He was already standing at the machine, but you were quick to push him to the side. “I’ll make one myself. You already did so much! Just sit down.” He smiled at you and followed your command, soon being accompanied by Hiro.

“You never made breakfast like this for me,” the latter complained jokingly, throwing you a thankful smile when you placed a cup of coffee in front of him and Issei.

“You never took two dicks at the same time.” Issei threw him a cheeky grin, before starting breakfast by taking two pancakes of the stack in the middle of the table.

It was later when you were lounging in Hiro’s bed and his hand softly caressed your upper thigh, that you realized what you had done. The pizza last evening and the extensive breakfast today, paired with a cup of coffee. It was bad. It wasn’t like you never took a dump at their place before, but it felt weird, knowing that presumably later they would put something up your ass again.

“What do you wanna do today, hm?” Issei had tucked himself under your arm and now pressed a small kiss to your collarbone with his words. You stiffened up a bit at that, emitting a chuckle from them.

“Still sore?” Hiro’s hand moved a bit up on your thigh.

“No- I- It’s not that. Just... like, I had to poop like an hour after breakfast, I don’t want it to be dirty!” You were speaking faster towards the end, but according to the grins they sported, they still understood you.

“We gotta clean you then, don’t we?” Mattsun sat up, letting your arm fall down onto your stomach, while he went rummaging in Hiro’s closet. “Come on, princess, up to the bathroom.” Hiro pushed you slightly, animating you to move.

What were they planning? They weren’t going to clean you with their fingers, right? That would be weird, wouldn’t it?

“Well, princess, this is a water enema. You fill it with water, and you can press here, and then the water will come out and flow into your butt. It’s a bit of a strange feeling, but it’s not hurtful in any way.” Issei threw you a reassuring smile during his explanation when he entered the bathroom with the small toy.

“In the best case you move around a bit with the water inside you, so it coats everything, but then you can go sit on the toilet or like kneel in the bathtub or whatever you’re comfortable with and then, well, I guess you know what happens then.” He grinned at you at the last part. You couldn’t stop the heat that slowly coated your cheeks at the thought of being in such a humiliating position in front of them. And when Hiro took a seat on the edge of the bathtub, patting his lap, you could not withhold your whimper.

“Go on princess.” Issei pushed you in his direction but you had felt the air shifting. They weren’t just helping you anymore. You were sure that this whole process would bring in more than just cleanliness.

“Dirty girl. You need to be cleaned by us, don’t you?” Another slap echoed through the bathroom. You whimpered again.

“Shh, princess, you’re gonna be good for us, aren’t you?” You nodded helplessly, looking up at Issei, who held your cheeks squished in one hand. After the next slap Hiro’s hand-dipped between your cheeks, carefully prodding at your puckered hole.

You hated yourself and your kinks at that moment. Who were you, getting turned on in that moment, bent over Hiro’s lap, waiting for him to pump water into your ass.

Hiro slightly lubed up your hole, before slowly pushing the water enema in. You moaned at the new feeling of fullness. It wasn’t comparable with the fullness yesterday, with fingers or toys, but a different kind. You felt the slight push at your stomach, felt that there was something moving in your ass.

“Good girl.” The praises went straight to your core.

“Think she can take more?” With wide eyes, you stared at Issei, who only threw you a wicked grin in response.

“Hmm, a bit, sure.” Hiro hummed thoughtfully, filling the enema up again, to push it inside your asshole the second time.

After the second enema, you really felt full. Nearly bursting. The push of Hiro’s legs against your stomach did nothing to help the situation and with small whimpers you tried to get away, to ease the pressure.

He let you stand up on wobbly feet, and you tried to hurry towards the toilet, but a hand stopped you. “Nuh uh, princess. Remember when you said you liked humiliation?” They grinned at the way your eyes went even wider.

Issei pushed you back towards the bathtub, pressing against your stomach slightly. It was nearly painful holding everything in, especially when you moved to climb over the edge of the tub.

“Can you leave the room, please?” You knew the possibilities were small, but this was already embarrassing enough. You were kneeling in their bathtub, ass filled with water, while they were towering over you, smirking at your misery.

“I think I can see your stomach bulging out.” They ignored your request completely.

“Come on, princess. Aren’t you excited about the fun we will have afterwards? You will be so clean. You just have to let go.” Tears were prickling in your eyes.

You wanted to let go as Issei said, you really did. But something, one last ounce of pride was holding you back, was refusing to let you squirt out water from your ass in front of the two attractive males.

It was when Issei leaned down, to press against your stomach when you had to let loose with a cry. You felt the water flowing out of your ass, not daring to look. You didn’t want to know what it looked like, it would make everything even more humiliating.

The tears were by now falling freely down your face, while water kept spraying out of you, slightly coating your knees before disappearing into the drain.

“Such a good girl for us. Getting so clean. You did great, princess.” After the flow had stopped, they took the showerhead, spraying the remaining water around until everything was gone, cleaning your legs and ass as well.

“It’s time for a reward, don’t you think?” You were wrapped in a fluffy towel, pressed against Issei, who softly wiped your tears.

“What do you think about a dick in your ass?” Hiro caressed your sides, planting a small kiss on your head. You nodded, not trusting yourself to answer. You never had one of them in your ass. Wasn’t that the goal you wanted to achieve when you asked them for help?

“Yeah? You like that? Then let’s go, princess.”

[yanderecandystore]

I really like your work. Can I request another yandere among us I really liked the first one?

Look boo, I thought that it would be nice to change a little of the dynamics, yet now I'm kinda concerned at my performance here ;-; thank you so much for liking my stuff tho, really kind of you boo

TW/Tags: unrequited love cliches // this is a continuation of (🌱🌌🔪) ←this/ A wild simp appears! // I'm sorry for using such a cliche, I just felt like it would work nice lol // some yandere tendencies with a little twist maybe // I feel like I could have done better, let me know what y'all think tho

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"- You're pretty sus, not gonna lie." Ch - 2 [Yandere!Among Us x Reader - Short Fanfiction]:

You wake up agitated after a bad dream. It wasn't terrifying as a nightmare, just… Bad. You can't remember what it was all about now that you woke up, yet you feel like it was something bad.

(Ch - 1)

Maybe you're starting to lose it. Or maybe you just had a bad night and that's it.

Well, "night", again you're floating through space, time doesn't really apply over here, yet to keep the crew from feeling too alienated, Black and White decided to create a little routine so everyone can be occupied but also have time to relax and do something that brings joy to the crewmates.

It may be silly, but in a situation that you don't know when you'll go back home and if you're going to go back at all, is pretty terrifying. So something silly like that really helps.

You like to record vocal diaries every time you're going to bed, and sometimes when you wake up. Sometimes you just want to record your crazy dreams, others are to help you feel more energized to start the day.

To be honest, you don't want to get out of bed, it's so comfy and you just wish you could stay and enjoy the comfort of your bed for a little longer. Besides, because of your nightmare you feel like you haven't slept at all!

But of course, all good things must end.

"- WAKE UP, SLEEPY HEAD!" Red was banging on your door.

"- You're late, dumbass." You heard a voice that you could only guess was from Orange.

You look up at the clock on top of your nightstand to see that you were in fact, one hour late.

"- I-I'm coming!" You scuttle to put on your clothes. Normally you would have taken a shower first thing when you get out of your room but… Well, you're too late for that!

"- You'll miss breakfast!" Red said, apparently he was still waiting for you.

After awkwardly changing your clothes, you opened the door to find Red and Cyan waiting for you. Red had hugged you tight the moment you appeared.

"- What took you so long, sleeping beauty?" He ruffed your hair again, this time being a little more gentle, and you guess it's because of how sleepy you still are.

"- Ugh, I didn't manage to get enough sleep." You whine, even if you did sleep, somehow you still feel like you were robbed of a good peaceful night.

Maybe it was the worries clouding your mind. The fear of never going back to Earth.

"- Yeah, I know how you feel." Red said while pulling you to follow him to the cafeteria. Cyan was right behind.

"- Really?" You asked the energetic man, concerned he is also dealing with nightmares.

"- Yeah, ya know? I heard things crawling in the vents all night." He said, darkening his tone of voice when he said literally the creepiest shit ever.

"- What!?" You said, well- Practically yelled. You felt like you instantly woke up at the idea of something dangerous lurking in the ventilation. N-not that you were scared or anything!

"- Nah, I'm joking." He turned his head to look at you with a little smug face, proud of how he manages to catch you.

"- Oh, come on man! You scared me…" You elbowed him weakly. You almost had a heart attack thinking about it!

"- Ha! Don't worry okay? It was just a joke to wake you up. If you're scared so much than-"

"- You don't need to worry, [Y/N]. I can reassure you that nothing is going to hurt you." Red was interrupted when Cyan decided to butt their way into the conversation.

"- What- How are you so sure?" You were surprised by their sudden voice. They spoke so seriously, you turned around and saw how they didn't seem to be joking.

"- I… Won't let it happen." They said almost questioning it. Not only was the idea of protecting their prey absolutely ridiculous and foreign to them, but they were considering the fact that it sounded pretty obvious, why would you even question it?

"- Come on man, I was just about to say that." Red said, a little bit shyly compared to his normal attitude. He looked so down even though he was trying to keep his smile on his face.

Tension was slowly rising and you were starting to catch on to it.

"- I- Wait, are your two really that worried about me? Come on guys, don't worry about it! I can protect myself too, you know?" You said trying to place yourself in-between them, distracting them from the weird stares they kept throwing at each other.

"- Sure you can, so, let's just go to the cafeteria already." Red's entire demeanor had changed out of nowhere. You were a little scared about how off putting it is to see him… Angry?

Cyan had taken your left arm, pulling you closer to them than to Red. It wasn't too obvious to an outsider perspective, yet it did make a bit of a difference when you were pulled closer to them.

"- He is acting strange." They whispered to you, hopefully Red didn't hear it. You didn't say anything as you only looked at Cyan with a concerned expression.

The day hasn't even started yet and it was already going to be a bad day.

While this whole event was happening, Cyan was pissed at how the human Red was acting strange. Not only had he taken you in his arms for a long period of time (a pretty long hug for "friends"), Red had made sure to not include Cyan in the conversation. Hell, he even made sure to keep you near him rather than them! What was he doing, trying to piss them off? And for what purpose??

The thing that really sparked annoyance in Cyan's head was how he lies blatantly to your face, only so you could be scared so he could sound like the hero in this situation. Cyan knows Red didn't listen to them crawling the vents, Red was sleeping like a rock the entire time Cyan was wandering around the ventilation.

Cyan had entered his room to collect information, and oh boy, had they collected some information. They started to think that maybe you would be better off away from Red.

Cyan had soon caught what Red was trying to do, he was trying to court you. And what a pathetic display of courting, it's not like Red was bringing any proof of how "strong" and "protective" he could be to you.

If Cyan were in your place, they would have eaten Red's face as a sign of disapproval.

Cyan had seen you sleeping that night, they saw you having night terrors. You went from peacefully sleeping to having nightmares in only a couple of minutes, so no wonder why you didn't sleep well.

Ugh. They were probably overreacting. They shouldn't care that about the half-assed courting they just witnessed, they shouldn't even care that you had night terrors! They should only care about their next meal, yet-

Yet, they don't know why, but-

Seeing Red be so desperate for your attention is messing with their heads. If Cyan was in your place, they would have rejected his request and tried to wait for someone a lot more competent to show up.

"- So. How it's your tasks going?" Red asked you. It's been three hours after the incident, and you were now finishing your tasks when Red suddenly decided to join in.

"- I'm doing okay, how about you? Did you finish yours?" You asked, still paying attention to your own work.

"- Yeah, I did… Look, I want to say sorry for earlier. I guess I overreacted, heh." He apologized, clearly embarrassed by the fact he acted so jealous in front of you.

Red had started to get easily fascinated by your person. You're incredible in his eyes, and even if you didn't reciprocate your feelings towards him, he at least hopes you don't end up with someone like Cyan.

Someone that is a coward and a player, someone who is very aware of how you feel towards them yet keeps you in the dark just because they're "afraid" of turning into something official with you. If he knew that the whole crew would be in this terrible situation that you're in right now, Red would have made a move earlier.

He thought that Cyan had stopped trying to be with you, yet apparently not.

"- That's okay, I guess we're all losing our minds slowly." You told Red even though you were mentioning that more to yourself. You feel like you also need to calm yourself down, since the gravity of your situation was starting to settle in a lot stronger than anticipated.

"- Yeah, I agree." He was losing his cool, he had to admit that. He remembers listening to you and Cyan yesterday, he couldn't understand everything going on after he had joked about you and Cyan making out in the halls, but he remembers hearing something that sounded like Cyan scolding you for… Worrying? Really? Honestly, what monster would ever consider scolding someone like you for being worried about their safe being?!

A lunatic, clearly. Someone who doesn't deserve your worries, yet you keep going towards them! You keep being kind to someone who is a lunatic if not an absolute moron.

Oh, here we go again. He is being negative again, he needs to keep calm if he wants to keep the bad thoughts away from his mind, but it's already too late.

Every time Cyan is unfair to you, he has these bad, intrusive thoughts. How annoying.

"- I'll go see how Cyan is doing, see you later [Y/N]." He said. His entire mood has been pretty down the whole day, you noticed how his normally uplifting voice has been pretty serious the entire time.

You say goodbye as you still have many tasks to do. You wonder if you should consult White about this, everyone seems to be on edge lately and it's starting to affect your environment-

"- Oh, [Y/N]! Do you need any help?" You turned your head around at the sound of a sweet voice calling you.

"- Hey Yellow. I do need some help, but are you sure? I don't want to be a burden." You said noticing the shy girl coming forward.

" Not at all! I-I want to help! I just finished my own tasks so I thought it would be nice to be useful." She was probably feeling anxious since the last meeting, trying to search for someone to help and talk with.

You decided to let her join you, Yellow has her quirks yet- You really like her, she can be pretty comforting to be around.

While you and the crew were doing tasks, Cyan was trying to find a good opportunity for their next victim. Their hunger had started to become stronger, and because they refused to eat human food (they're very picky), they haven't been able to gain enough energy to go through the day.

They need some flesh, and it needs to be as soon as possible-

"- Hey!" Oh look, that sounds like free food.

"- Hello, Red." They said, their rough voice was raspy due to the fact that they haven't eaten in a while. Their tone didn't hide the annoyance at seeing such a low human in their presence.

"- I wanted to tell you something. Can we talk?" He said. Cyan wasn't too interested in what he had to say, yet they were intrigued to know why he couldn't just say what he wanted in the first place.

Cyan noticed that they couldn't simply get rid of him just yet. There were at least three people here. The rude Blue one, the little Lime thingy talking with the Purple guy.

"- Privately, that is." Red had looked around, giving a glare towards Blue's direction, which caused them to flinch when noticing the odd way the male was acting out of nowhere.

"- Of course." He was making their job a lot easier. He took them to an empty room, O2.

"- So, what do you want- Argh!" Red took the opportunity to pin Cyan to the wall. The sudden reaction took the much stronger creature by surprise, and although they could simply split him in half, Cyan decided to see where this was going.

"- What it's your problem?" Cyan choked, since Red was forcing his arm in their throat. Then again, they could easily get out of his grip.

"- You. You're acting weird since yesterday and-" He paused, was he really about to say it? Would he really let his jealousy get in the middle of his friendship?

"- And you have been acting weird especially with [Y/N], I heard you two yesterday." Red confessed.

"- Oh, fascinating, is that why you've been giving me bad looks every now and then?" But Cyan did not seem to care for what Red was telling them. I mean, they only been here for like- 24 hours, and even so they could see Red's feelings towards you from a mile away.

"- Are you jealous?" Cyan provoked the unstable man. Clearly the time spent inside this spaceship has been messing with his mind.

"- No! I'm- I'm being serious here, [Y/N] was concerned about your well-being yet you got mad at them!" Red's grip from Cyan's neck was slowly fading as he was starting to get more agitated.

"- And what does any of that has to do with you?" Cyan asked, pushing Red's arms away from them, which caused him to notice how irrational he was being.

"- Just- Just stay away from them, okay? I thought you didn't even-" He interrupted himself, he was sounding so… Different, from his normal self. He was sounding like an possessive freak, even he could tell.

"- … I didn't what, Red?" Cyan was starting to get bored by the human's whining. In less than 48 hours, humans have proven to be simply too emotional, letting their distrust eat them away. Even for a creature as anxious as Cyan, they can at least think twice before doing something stupid.

Something stupid like provoking a creature that could easily kill him.

"- Stay away from them." Red warned them, while deciding that the best course of action would be to leave them alone.

He wasn't acting like usual self, yet, it doesn't seem like he cares at this point. He was stuck in this hell, no one can judge him for losing his mind a little. Wouldn't you lose it as well if you were stuck in space?

Cyan however wasn't really impressed by the male's threat. They didn't even do anything for him to be so feisty, they haven't even tried anything with you for stars sake.

Maybe he was truly starting to lose it, or maybe the original Cyan did say something regarding you. Yet, it doesn't matter now.

Red is unstable, acting like a douche towards the crew, even if they didn't have anything to do with this conversation in the first place! It wouldn't take long before he turned into a burden in the eyes of the rest, just like Blue is already considered the most unlikeable asshole in this place.

Although Cyan was already pretty hungry they just lost the opportunity to both satisfy their hunger and the want to choke Red, they thought about something more interesting. There are way too many humans here, and if Red suddenly died, people would be suspicious of Cyan and you, since he is always near you two.

But what if, there was a way to get rid of Red while also satisfying their hunger?

Could they create a scene where Red is the "culprit" of someone else's death?

It doesn't sound so unlikely now that they think about it.

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[fallingfor-fics]

Teachers Pet- chapter 31: goodbye Gilderoy

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chapter 30

A/n This is one of my fav chapters I wrote because of the ending <3

I yawned and stretched as I woke up the next day, for a second I almost didn't remember everything that happened, so much had happened, and so much needed to be dealt with. I sighed as I sat in bed and looked out the window. I slowly got up and saw how much of a mess the room was from getting ready yesterday.

 I grabbed my wand and tidied my things up looking over to my roommates who were still asleep. I went to the bathroom and showered, turning the water as hot as I could handle to attempt to wash away yesterday. I ran my fingers over the marks on my chest and held back a few tears, I didn't know what to do about this feeling, I just remembered the fear I felt and his thoughts. Merlin his thoughts. They were vile and disgusting. I washed my face and the thoughts away, trying not to think about it. I got out and used magic on my hair and makeup and got dressed. Today everyone else went home for break, which I still haven't decided I was going to do. I really didn't want to be at Hogwarts alone, but even less did I want to meet my mom's new boyfriend, and hear her talk shit about Draco. It was still weird thinking about what happened and our plan. I was still a little hurt by what Draco did, but since I was never able to fully invest in our relationship, I would survive. Plus I loved having him as a friend. I looked over at the letter that stayed placed on my nightstand and picked it up reading it again. I thought about it for a moment and decided I'd be better off staying at Hogwarts. Plus who knows maybe it would be fun. I grabbed my wand and robes and headed to the common room to look for Draco. He walked out of his dorm and into the common room just as I was about to leave. "Hey Y/n." he chirped. "Hey I was actually looking for you." I said walking over to him. "Oh have you called off our plan?" he said with sad eyes, "No no, we need to handle a certain underwater sleazebag before breakfast." I said smiling. "Oh yes one moment." he said, turning and going back to his room and returning with Lockhart in the cup. I looked down in the cup and he was still there just swimming. "Perhaps we should just flush him." Draco said laughing. "You know that's not a bad idea, but I prefer him to die in Azkaban." I said smiling as we headed out of the room. I followed as he walked down the hall, "Draco where are you going? The Headmaster's office is this way." I asked furrowing my brows. "Well we need to get Snape first." I felt a pain in my chest at his name, he had disappeared after my solo, but I still had so many questions. Like did he really care for me at all? Why did he kiss me and then just say it was a mistake? "Y/n?" I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Draco, "Y-yeah you're right." I said walking with him down the hall. "I figured you would be excited to see him." he said nudging my arm and wiggling his brows. I laughed and shook my head, "No, something happened last night with us and I don't know if anything will ever happen now, it's all so confusing. I went on explaining what happened, making sure he swore not to tell, knowing he wouldn't since it would just result in me spilling his own secret. We kinda made a deal to not ever tell each other secrets no matter what happened to our friendship. "Well that certainly is confusing, I'm sure you just need to have a talk with him." he said as we approached his classroom. "That's the thing I don't know if he will even give me the time of day, and I also don't want to chase him you know?" I didn't want to seem obsessed, I mean I didn't want him thinking I wasn't able to just leave him alone. It was only then did I remember I accidentally let slip that I was in love with him. "Oh fuck." I said out loud as we approached his door, "What?" Draco questioned. I didn't even know that I felt that way for him, I just thought I liked him a lot. "I told him I loved him last night, when we were fighting, and I just remembered." I said looking up at him, "Oh that's wow, what did he say?" I thought back to last night, "That our kiss was a mistake." I said softly looking down. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sure he didn't mean it, he was probably just mad and scared." Draco said, trying to comfort me. "Yeah maybe." I looked at the door and knocked lightly.

No one answered at first, I looked to Draco and then knocked harder again. It opened quickly and there stood the tall dark professor, and I just looked away and at Draco. "Is there a reason you two are here at this time." Snape said obvious annoyance in his voice. Draco held up the cup, "We need to go see Dumbledore." he said respectively. Snape's eyes looked to the cup and flashed with anger, he looked back at me and we made eye contact, his now showing a hint of sorrow and guilt. I just looked back down and saw Draco's hand, I clasped mine around his and he looked at me smiling. "Of course, give me a moment." he said walking back into the room and then closing the door behind him as he exited. He walked passed us and down the hall, me and Draco keeping up behind him. We got to Dumbledore's office, and Snape muttered the password and let himself in, me and Draco following behind still. We walked in and Dumbledore was standing back to us getting a book from one of his shelves. "Hello what can I do for you all?" he said as he turned and smiled, walking over and sitting in his desk chair. I went and sat down in a chair and so did Draco, Snape standing behind us. "Albus there's been an incident." Snape drawled. "What happened, was anyone hurt?" he said looking at me and Draco. "Actually y-" he was going to respond but I cut him off, "No everyone is okay." I said looking up and Snape who looked at me slightly confused. "Ok so what seems to be the problem?" Dumbledore inquired waiting for one of us to spit it out. Draco took the reins and set the cup down in front of Dumbledore. "This is Sir." Dumbledore looked over into the cup and then looked back up at us. "A fish?" he questioned smiling, "It's not a fish." Draco said and Dumbledore looked at him confused and then looked up at Snape. Snape walked over to the cup and grabbed it, he carried it to a spot on the floor and pulled out his wand, he pointed it at the cup and it twisted and turned back into a soaking wet and very scared Lockhart. Snape looked at Lockhart, "Don't even try running Gilderoy." he practically growled, we all knew only an idiot would try to run in a situation like this, with two very powerful wizards on each side of him. Dumbledore got up and walked over to Lockhart, looking at Snape and then at me, I had my head down, not wanting to look at the disgusting excuse of a man that was making a puddle of water. "Well what happened? Why is he here and why was he a fish?" Dumbledore said now very concerned. "Nothing, I didn't do a thing she just turned me into a fish for the hell of it!" Lockhart scrambled out trying to get out of this, clearly he is an idiot for thinking anyone would have believed that. Snape looked at him and casted a silencing charm without even speaking and shut Gilderoy up. I felt Snape's eyes on me and I looked up at him for a moment. I felt Draco's hand grab mine and I turned to him, "It's ok he needs to know." Draco whispered to reassure me. I nodded and looked back at Snape, he still had his usual angry face on, but I could see in his eyes he felt sympathetic for me. I looked to Dumbledore and began. "Last night during the ball, I went for a walk down the hall to, um...mentally prepare myself for my solo," I said, lying since I didn't want to expose Draco, " and I ran into Gilderoy here and we had an exchange of words and he brought up how a few weeks ago I accidentally," I paused for a moment and looked at Snape, I was still afraid I would get in trouble, he just nodded his head slightly, letting me know it was fine. " cast the expelliarmus spell on him out of defense because I thought he was gonna cast one at me, and he didn't say anything about that. So last night he brought up how he did not punish me for that and I asked him well what are you gonna do about it? And he said I had a few options." I said now looking at the blonde man that was shaking his head as if I was lying, I turned my attention back to Dumbledore and continued. "He said I could clean for him, served detention with him, or I could pay off my debt right then. I didn't think much of it, and so I read his mind to see what he may have been talking about and he was thinking a lot of weird things and offered I just come to his room for a moment." Dumbledore looked at Snape quickly, whose eyes were still resting on me and then he looked at Lockhart, I looked down at my hands as I resumed, "And when I asked if he meant for detention, he then offered to meet me in a carriage." I looked at Dumbledore who was now standing with an angry look on his face, I had never seen him mad. "When I declined he slowly backed me into the wall, and he brushed my hair from my face, and I pulled back and went to walk away, but he trapped me against the wall. He said he would tell you about the incident and that I would probably be expelled." I paused for a moment looking at everyone, Dumbledore was still waiting for me to continue and Draco was still holding my hand and looking at me with sad eyes. I looked at Snape and then back down at my hands before continuing. "He placed his hand on my shoulder and then pushed down on my chest, I tried to resist it but my neck began to hurt and so did his hand, so I lowered down on my knees, I had thought maybe he just wanted the praise, but then he grabbed my jaw to force me to look at him," my voice began to waver slightly, I could feel my throat drying as I went on, "I pulled my wand on him and shot a spell, but he blocked it and knocked my wand away and then binded my hands and feet. I asked him what he wanted and he said I knew because I was smart. He stepped closer to me and I closed my eyes when I opened them, he had.." I stopped, this was getting harder the more I went on, I knew I had to tell him everything, but I didn't know if I could continue without crying. "He had untucked his shirt and thankfully a few moments later Draco came from around the corner." Dumbledore looked to Draco and then back at me. I looked over to Snape and he looked even more mad and had gotten more pale, I could tell he was livid and wanted to use the killing curse on the stupid man next to him. But I could also see in his eyes that he wasn't just mad, he was furious that the nasty man next to him had touched me, and hurt me, and almost did unspeakable things. I wanted to tell him that I was ok, and that I was so thankful he was there, but I knew I couldn't. My eyes began to sting and a tear slid down my cheek. "Draco was able to distract him when he noticed Professor Snape walking down the hall, Lockhart didn't see him and Snape was able to disarm him and help me. And now we are here." I finished, wiping a few stray tears.

Dumbledore stood in shock and fury, he walked back over and stood in front of me resting a hand on my shoulder. "y/n why did you tell me last night?" he asked with sad sparkling blue eyes. "I didn't want to ruin everyone's night." I mumbled looking down at my feet. He sighed and looked over at Snape, who just closed his eyes for a moment, no doubt to calm down. "Okay, thank you for telling me Y/n that was very brave." Dumbledore said looking back at me. It's not like I had a choice, if those two hadn't saved me, and what I thought was gonna happen happened I probably never would have spoken of it. "Now, Severus and I will discuss our next actions, although I already have a pretty good plan in mind," he paused looking at Gilderoy who was practically shaking from fear, "You two go ahead to the great hall since breakfast will start soon." he said smiling at me. I nodded and took Draco's hand as we got up and headed out of the office and to the dining hall. As soon as the door shut Snape quickly turned to Dumbledore. "We need to get the ministry here immediately or I will escort him to Azkaban myself." Snape spat out quickly. "Yes I am well aware Severus." Albus quipped back, just as frustrated. He looked over to Gilderoy and undid the silencing charm. "You're most certainly fired, and I will see to it you will not leave Azkaban ever again." he said angrily, Snape smirked at this and gave Lockhart an angry stare. "Goodluck getting me locked away for doing nothing." Gilderoy said, trying to be sly. "What do you mean doing nothing? You cornered a student, left bruises on the girl, bound her wrists and ankles, disarmed her, and attempted to assault her!" Snape sneered at the man who flinched at his voice. "Don't worry Severus, he won't step foot near this school, or any school for that matter, ever again." Dumbledore chirped. "Now why don't you take him somewhere he can't escape while I alert the ministry and we wait for their arrival." Dumbledore said smiling. Gilderoy was now crying and Snape nodded and grabbed him by the back of his shirt and dragged him out of the room.

"Where are you taking me? Let me go, I didn't do anything!" Gilderoy said, squirming trying to escape Snape's tight grasp. "You are lucky I didn't hex you the minute I found you with her." Snape growled. "Got a little crush on the girl have you Severus?" Gilderoy said, teasing, Snape turned him and grabbed his collars, shoving him up against the wall, wand pointed to his neck. "One more word and I will sew your mouth shut and make sure no one can open it." he hissed his eyes black with rage. "She's got a pretty little mouth doesn't she? Way too pretty for you." Lockhart retorted, he didn't want to seem intimidated. Which was a bad move. Snape didn't say anything; he just pushed him harder against the wall, his breathing getting heavier as he dug his wand further into the man's neck. "What's wrong Severus? Upset that I beat you to her? Upset I was able to have the little slut on her knees?" he sneered. Severus looked at the ugly man and released his grasp, "Ah much b-" he was cut off when Snape drew his fist back and punched him across the face. Severus had never been one to use the standard way of hurting someone, why would he when he was a very powerful wizard? But he was furious and needed the man to feel this pain, without getting into trouble by using an unforgivable curse. Gilderoy looked back up at Snape and raised his own fist, Snape caught it and struck the man once more. This time causing the man to slide down the wall unconscious with a bloody nose. Snape grabbed the back of his shirt and then dragged the man down the hall.

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 10

Congratulations! You have reached the second part of my remastered Derek Hale fic. We have made it to the second “book” in the series of 3. 

After Derek becomes the new alpha, things begin to change in the small town of Beacon Hills and (Y/N) is not sure if Derek is the same person she remembers.

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I woke up slowly in my bed, not remembering how I got there. Did last night really happen? Slipping out of bed, I slowly made my way into the bathroom. My eyes looked normal. I opened my mouth, inspecting my teeth- they were normal too. I slowly lifted my shirt, looking over my stomach, lighting brushing my fingertips over the pink scars that followed the path that Peter’s claws took. And as my fingers passed over, the scar disappeared. I gasped, then shrieked when a hand held my shoulder. 

Uncle Noah pulled his hand away, raising them both in surrender, “Woah, sorry. I thought you heard me. You okay, is there something on your stomach?” I dropped my shirt. 

“Oh, no.” I lied, “I just thought there was a bug bite but it was just a mole.” 

He nodded, “Right. And uh, where were you yesterday? You were gone all day, didn’t come back until early this morning.” 

Memories of last night came back. Derek had laid me down to rest in the Hale house while he bit Jackson. Or at least that’s what I overheard. He must have brought me home.

“I was visiting a friend in town, and fell asleep at her place.” I looked down, my shoulders slumping. He looked so concerned, so worried. He had enough to be worried about as it is. 

“I’m really sorry, Uncle Noah.” He waved and shook his head. 

“It’s alright, you’re an adult. Just text me back next time.” 

“Got it.”

-

The next week had been strange enough. I was getting used to all the things Scott had described before - better hearing, better smell, running was a breeze and the strength…It felt pretty good being able to lift up the couch to get a remote from underneath it. The only problem was making sure it dropped in time before Uncle Noah came into the room. 

The only thing that disturbed me about this entire time was that I hadn’t seen Derek since he became an alpha. And I guess… What was I to expect? We weren’t dating. But what we did have was more than dating. But did he even see what we had as romantic? How embarrassing would that be if he saw everything as purely platonic. Was I not being forward enough? I thought my cheek kisses gave it away. Derek said a connection like ours could form from a mating ritual and mating meant love and I hate the fact that it’s called mating and I never want to use that term again. I’m calling it a love ritual, screw tradition. 

I was breaking tradition anyway. I was a whole ass alpha who skipped the beta step. I skipped being a werewolf until now. Were my chakras not aligned until then? Was all the pain I went through over the last few months the reason that everything finally clicked. Maybe Deaton would know something? Apparently he was a druid. I would ask Derek but in all the time we spent together, I hadn’t gotten his phone number and going to his house was a bust since he usually wasn’t there. The only there was his scent and that scent trailed off into the woods and was usually washed away. 

In the meantime, Stiles needed to be addressed. The night I was taken was also the night that Lydia was attacked and bitten by Peter. Stiles had a very unfortunate ride with Peter that night to tie it all together. It was easy to say we both had a rough couple days. 

At Beacon Hills memorial, I eventually found him outside of Lydia’s room. He was sleeping in a hospital chair (leave it to Stiles to sleep anywhere), a get well soon balloon tied to the arm of it. I stood in front of him, watching him sleep. He also smelled like he had been covering up his body odor with body spray and it did not mix well. 

“No, just like that… You first.” He mumbled in his sleep. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. McCall look over with an exasperated look. 

“Please tell me you’re here to pick him up.” 

I inhaled sharply and gave her an apologetic smile, “I don’t think I could get him to leave if I dragged him out of here.” She sighed, going back to sorting files in a cabinet. My attention turned to Lydia’s door where it appeared that her father had enough of his daughter too. He gave me a polite smile before it dropped at Stiles. 

Mr. Martin motioned for Melissa to come over and pointed towards the sleeping teen, “He’s been here all night.”

“He’s been here all weekend.” Melissa corrected him.

“He’s just really worried about Lydia.” To give him some credit, Stiles was very caring. It's just that I’m sure the Martins didn’t want this teenage boy that wasn’t Lydia’s boyfriend outside of her room for an entire weekend.

“You’re dirty.” Stiles grinned in his sleep as a woman walked by. 

“Pig.” I swatted the balloon into his face. He swatted it away and groaned as he woke up. He stood up and stretched. He opened his eyes wide, taking in the situation. 

“Stiles, why don’t you go get something from the vending machine. Lydia’s gonna be fine without you outside her door for five minutes.” I dug around in my pocket and pulled out a dollar. He took it and nodded, walking like a newborn giraffe towards the vending machine. 

“Is he…?” Mr. Martin pointed towards his head. I narrowed my eyes at him. 

“Is he what? A caring young man who has been sitting outside your daughter’s door this entire weekend to make sure whoever did this to her doesn’t come back? You would have known that he was here the whole weekend if you had been here the whole weekend. Stiles is smart, and caring, and has undiagnosed ADD, but he would never let anything hurt your daughter-” My very passionate rant was cut off by a loud crashing noise. Stiles was probably the cause. I sighed, “He is a good kid.” 

We heard coughing coming from inside Lydia’s room, followed by her screaming. Her scream was loud and pierced my ears. I pressed my hands to my ears to try and block it out. Stiles came zooming in, opening the door and rushing inside followed by Mrs. McCall.

“Lydia!” Stiles called. She was nowhere to be found inside the room. Water from  the shower was leaking all over the floor.

“What was that?” Melissa asked as we all looked at the shower door. 

“We’re about to find out.” Stiles opened the door. The shower was still running and overflowing the tub, but no sign of the red head. Mrs. McCall turned off the shower. All of our attention was brought to the open window. 

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Uncle Noah, Mrs. McCall, and Mr. Martin were walking ahead of us in the corridor of the hospital. A deputy walked with Stiles and I as we tried to catch up. 

“Naked?” Uncle Noah questioned, “As in nude?”

“I’m pretty sure that means the same thing but yeah. As far as we know, she left here, clothing optional.” Mrs. McCall was pretty sassy when it came down to it. 

“Alright you check the whole hospital?”

“Every last corner." 

"Find anything suspicious?”

Shook her head, “Nothing, she just took off.”

Dad turned to the deputy, “Alright, let’s get an APB out on a sixteen year old redhead.” The deputy nodded and left.

Dad turned back to Melissa and Mr. Martin, “Any other descriptors?”

"She’s five foot three, green eyes, fair skin, and her hair is actually strawberry blonde.“ Stiles piped in. 

"Is that right?” Uncle Noah put his hands on his hips.

“Yeah.” Bad answer. Uncle Noah grabbed Stiles by the back of his neck, bring him away from Mrs. McCall and Mr. Martin. He let go of him when we were out of sight. 

“What the Hell are you still doing here?”

“Um…Providing moral support..”

“A huh, and how about you provide your ass back home? Where you should be.”

“I can do that too.”

“Yeah.” Dad pushed Stiles forward and looked pointedly towards me, “You make sure he gets there.” 

“Aye, aye, Captain.” I followed behind Stiles. On our way out, we passed a broken bending machine.

“How the f-” He grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the machine.

“Really?”

“It wouldn’t give my Reese’s.” I chuckled and shook my head. 

In the parking lot, we found Scott in the passenger seat of Roscoe. Stiles, who had at some point stashed Lydia’s nightgown in his jacket, handed the cloth to Scott and I so we could get her scent.

“This is the one she was just wearing?” Stiles nodded, “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt her.” Scott promised, “Not again.”

Stiles sighed, “Okay, just shove the thing in your face and find her.” We all piled into the Jeep. Stiles turned it on and shouted when we saw Allison in the headlights.

“What are you doing here?” Scott asked as she came up to the passenger window, “Someone’s gonna see us.”

“I don’t care, she’s my best friend and we need to find her before they do.”

“I can find her before the cops can.”

“How about before my father does?”

“He knows?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah.” She nodded, “I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs.”

Scott turned back to us, “Search party.”

“More like a hunting party.”

“Get in.” Scott opened his door, letting Allison sit in the middle. Feeling just the slightest bit awkward, I excused myself, opting to follow them in my own vehicle. 

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Scott’s nose led us to the one place I hadn’t wanted to go to so quickly after everything had happened.  The Hale house. As they walked towards the house, I grabbed the back of Stiles' coat. There was still an eerie energy, plus I could still smell Peter’s burning corpse from wherever Derek had buried it. From the air, I could tell that he wasn’t here which was incredibly frustrating since I wanted to talk to him about the fact that I was an alpha. 

“It’s okay.” He reassured me, “Between you and Scott we’re plenty protected.” I blew out some air. 

“Yeah, if I knew how to fight, I could be the world champion.”

“She came here?” Stiles turned back to Scott, “You’re sure?”

“This is where the scent leads.”

Stiles looked over the remains of the Hale House, “But has Lydia ever been here?”

“Not with me.” Allison and Scott walked together, slowly coming closer to the house. Her scent was here but it was faint. If she was here, she’s long gone now. 

I looked towards the house, feeling a sort of pull towards it. I walked all the way to the porch, placing my palm on one of the support beams. A shot of an electric spark raced through my body, my eyes squeezing shut.

And when I opened them time had turned back six years. Flames bloomed from the cellar, little hands reaching up through the windows to the cool air outside. The sheer heat of the flames causes windows to combust. I heard the cries of children, screaming for their mothers and fathers. Screaming to find one another, screaming as the fire burned at their skins and clothes. All of them scrambling to make it out alive. Their cries for help were met by the roar of their house collapsing around them. I was inside, two parents together panicking. 

“LAURA!” The father cried. 

“DEREK! CORA!” The mother choked out. That’s when a beam from the ceiling fell, crushing them to the floor, burning the souls.

But the scene changed, it wasn’t the Hale house, it was mine. Mom and Dad were still inside, running upstairs to my room to search for me. 

“(Y/N)! WHERE ARE YOU?!” My mom shouted, an arm over her face to try to keep the smoke out of her lungs. I never told them I left, they thought I was home asleep. 

“(Y/N)! ANSWER ME!” He broke through my door, not caring that both of his arms were badly burned. From outside I could see Michael standing there, looking up into my window, watching them scramble to find me when he had already taken me. That was when the roof collapsed, sending us all down onto the main floor. My parents fell through the floor in the dining room and into the basement. Where a structural beam fell from the roof before they could even realize they fell. 

“WATCH OUT!” I shouted. But they didn’t hear me, they didn’t move. They were crushed by the beam. Before I could even register that I watched the death of my parents, I yelped. Looking down at my ankles, fire seemed to dance around them like vines. I kicked them away, scrambling to stand up and make it to the door. It grabbed at my wrists and ankles trying to drag me down the hole into the basement where my parents lay. Besides me, Derek appeared. He seemed to be immune to the flames. 

“Derek! Help!” I reached out to him, being pulled to my knees and dragged towards the hole. 

“Are you with me or against me?” he asked. 

“What?” I asked, confused and scared, “Help me! Please!” He said nothing else, only turning and walking out of the house. 

“DEREK!” I screamed as I fell back. 

“(Y/N)!” Stiles shook my shoulder. 

I opened my eyes and stared at him. The fire was gone. I pulled my hand from the wood. 

“Are you okay?” Scott asked, keeping Allison close to him, “You started screaming.” 

“Uh, yeah…” I shook my head, “No, I can’t be here right now. I’m going home. Let me know if you find her.” I left them all behind, using my supernatural speed to make it to my car and then driving home before Stiles could stop me. 

What the hell was that? What did it mean? I witnessed the Hale fire like I had been there and then I watched my parents die. And why didn’t Derek help me? Why wouldn’t he have saved me? Saving me was his thing. Kind of. Lately, I’ve been on the pay-no-mind list in Derek’s book.

 Somehow, I am a werewolf. An alpha werewolf. And if Derek didn’t care about whether I needed to see him, then I guess… I’ll be saving myself won’t I?

-

“Alright let’s see…” I looked over the roster for the lacrosse team. It was one of the few morning practices and getting up this morning was a nightmare. Because of well…my nightmares. I couldn’t get that vision from the Hale house out of my head. It was freaking me out. 

“Isaac Lahey?” I asked, “I don’t recognize that name.” 

“Yeah, he did really well at try-outs but he’s real skittish.” Finstock nodded towards the locker room. I shrugged. I saw Stiles and Scott finally made it into the locker room. I set down the roster and walked towards the door. 

“Ah!” He stopped me, holding out the sleep mask. It was incredibly ugly but whatever Coach says - goes. 

When I, eventually, found my way over to them blindly, Stiles told us what he had heard over police radio about Kate Argent’s grave. Someone or something had desecrated it and took her liver. And because she was still missing and possibly a werewolf, all of it was pointed towards Lydia.

“She ate the liver?” Scott asked. 

Stiles scoffed, “No, I didn’t say she ate it… I just said it was missing. And, you know what? Even if she did, so what? It’s the most nutritious part of the body.” Stiles, like the love sick puppy he was, defended her honor.

“Stiles, defending her in this situation isn’t going to make her date you.” I shook my head.

"We don’t know that.” Stiles said, even though he didn’t sound entirely sure himself.

“I never ate anyone’s liver…” Scott added. 

“Yeah, right. ‘Cause, when it comes to Werewolves, you’re a real model of self-control…” He paused, “Actually, wait– hold on. You’re the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, like, what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?”

Scott shrugged, “Allison.”

“Okay, nothing else? Seriously?’

“Nothing else mattered. But, no, that’s good, though, right? 'Cause the night that Lydia was bitten, she was with you.”

“Yeah, but she was looking for Jackson.” Stiles said grimly. 

“LET’S GO!!” Coach’s voice boomed from his office, “I have an announcement. Gather round.” I made my way towards the voice to be at his side since that’s where the assistant Coach went. I heard lockers shutting and the shuffling of cleats. 

“Quicker! Danny, put on a shirt. Stilinski, that means you. Let’s go, gather ‘round.” When the shuffling stopped, Coach began his meeting.

“Police are asking for help on a missing child advisory. Sick girl, roaming around. Totally naked.” The team chuckled, but stopped soon after. The result of Coach’s eyes no doubt. 

“Now, it’s supposed to get under forty degrees tonight, I don’t know about you but the last time it was that cold and I was running around naked.” Where was he going with this?

Coach paused, “….I lost a testicle to exposure! Now, I don’t want the same thing happening to some innocent girl.” I looked vaguely in his direction.

“So, police are organizing a search party for tonight,” He stuck a piece of paper to the window of his office, “Sign up, find the missing girl, you get an automatic A in my class.” The guys cheered at the thought of passing economics. I followed Finstock as he went back into his office, pulling the blindfold off. 

“Really, Coach? You’re bribing them to find Lydia?”

He shrugged, "Bribe is such a strong word, I prefer forced motivation.” He leaned back in his chair, “Besides, I just told a gaggle of horny teenage boys that they will find a naked teenage girl and that they’ll get an A. It's a win-win for them.” 

“That’s not-” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lahey changing into his uniform. There were dark bruises all over his back. 

“Coach, have you noticed Isaac’s bruises?”

He gave me a confused look, “You do remember this is a contact sport, right?”

I shook my head, “No I mean, like if he weren’t at practice one day and the next he comes with a black eye, does that concern you?”

He shook his head, “Boys will be boys.” What an outdated concept. But something was going on with Isaac. Something terrible.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Derek’s voice rang through my head. Oh, now is when he decides to say anything to me? Some vague messages.

I must have had a strange look on my face because Coach spoke up, “You okay, (Y/N)?” 

“I’m fine.” 

-

Finstock had me stay throughout the day to help him prepare for the state championships that would be hosted at Beacon Hills. We had to make a player profile for each guy on the roster. I was about to grab Stiles' file when Coach asked me to go to the copy room and make more copies. It gave me a chance to stretch my legs and get out of the locker room that constantly smelled like BO.

I was roaming the halls, following the vague directions that Coach had given me. Two rights and a left. I had yet to turn left. This school was basically just a big circle. Around the next corner, Jackson appeared, pushing me into the lockers to get by me. 

“Hey-” I started to say, but he had already gone into the men’s bathroom.

I heard a distant knocking, “I’m fine, Danny, just go back to class.” I heard him say. This werewolf hearing was something else. 

“Just give me a second, okay?” No one had followed him into the bathroom. 

“I said give me a friggin’ second!……Derek?” Derek was there. Oh, he could make time to visit douche nose at school but I can’t get a…mind-message…back.

“You’re lookin’ a little pale there Jackson. You feeling okay?”

“Never better.” Jackson’s voice was trembling slightly. When focusing a little more, I could feel his heart racing.

“If something’s wrong, I need to know. You’re with me now.”

“Wait, with you? Me with-” Jackson chuckled, “You? What am I, your little pet? I mean, just because you gave me the bite doesn’t mean I’m part of your little wolf pack. Sorry, but to be honest, you don’t show outstanding leadership qualities.”

“Is that so?” Derek sounded amused. 

“Look, I’ve got my own agenda. Which doesn’t involve running around the woods at night, howling at the moon, with you and McCall, OK? So why don’t you just back the f-” Jackson was cut off, a crash followed. 

“What is it?” Jackson was panicking, “What’s happening?”

“Your body’s fighting the bite.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

Jackson turned back, “What does it mean? What does it mean!?” The door to the bathroom opened and Derek came face to face with me. 

“So, you can’t make the time of day or night for me, but you can break into a high school and see Jackson?” He opened his mouth, “And don’t blame it on being a fugitive, okay? That got blamed on Kate weeks ago and you were exonerated. What the hell?” He looked around and then grabbed my arm, pulling me into a janitor’s closet. 

“You need to stay away from Isaac.” He said as soon as the door was closed. 

“Excuse you, he is one of my players. If I need to look into his home life, I have an obligation to if I believe there is abuse.”

“I’m handling it.” 

“Then he is being abused, now I have to go to the school board.” I pulled on the doorknob to open the door, but he kept it shut with his arm on the door. 

I sighed in frustration, “Ya know, you said that after the alpha thing was over we would talk and figure… Whatever it is we have out. But you’ve been actively avoiding me. You don’t get to act pissy with me, buddy.” I poked his chest. He huffed, pressing me up against the door. He pressed his forehead against mine so our eyes met. His eyes were blazing red, so I flashed my eyes back at him. 

“You forget, I’m just as strong and intimidating as you.” 

“I didn’t forget.” His face softened and the red left his eyes, “I’m sorry. I should be around. Especially since you’re just starting out.” I felt the tension leave my shoulders. 

“I really needed you. I’m scared that I’m going to turn on the full moon and kill Uncle Noah and Stiles because I can’t control it. You’re not supposed to go from human to alpha so quickly, there’s not time to know anything. I needed you there.” 

“I know you did-” 

“So where were you?” I pushed him away a little, “You said that if I called for you, you would come. I called, you didn’t show up. I looked for you in the woods for hours, trying to trace your scent but it would just disappear.” 

“Promise me you won’t do that again.” He said seriously, “Hunters are flocking here for the funeral.” 

“I was careful-”

“You can never be careful enough.” 

I shook my head, biting my lip, “What’s going on? I keep having nightmares about the fire and you. And you scare me.” 

Derek nodded, “Something’s coming. And we’re stronger as a two alpha pack.” 

I looked at him for a while, the pieces fitting together, “Is that where you’ve been? Making a pack?”

“That’s not all it is.” 

“Then what is it?!” I snapped, “Because I thought I was more important to you than that - keeping things from me. You told me that we could help each other after everything was figured out.” 

He blew out through his nose, “Tonight, I want you to meet me in the woods by your house. I’ll explain.” 

I shook my head, “Right, cause that went so well last time.” 

“You don’t have to be scared anymore, he’s gone.” He reached out, hesitantly holding my hand, “I made sure he could never, ever hurt you again.”

“You did.” I lightly ghosted my thumb over his knuckles. It was insane how calming his touch was. This morning I was pissed at the thought of him, but one small touch was enough to calm my nerves.

“I was trying to be mad at you.” I pouted at him. He chuckled and smiled.

“And now?” I will say this at least. His smile was contagious. He could be charming when he wanted. I wanted him to be able to smile and laugh and be happy. I wanted… I wanted that for us, whatever “us” was. 

I couldn’t help but smile at him, shaking my head, “I’m still mad, just less.” I poked his chest. He grabbed my hand and pulled my body against his. 

“Is there anything I can do about that?” He ran his hands over my back, squeezing my hips lightly. I hummed, thinking for a moment. 

“Why don’t you make me dinner? Romance me.” 

He shrugged, “Why not?” 

“Good. Just let me know when.” I winked, playfully pushing myself off his chest, walking back out into the hallway in the pursuit of the copy machine. 

-

On the drive home, I got a call from Stiles. I answered it, putting my phone on speaker.

“Hey Stiles, how was detention?” I said cheerfully. 

There was silence, “How’d you know about that?” 

“Word travels in the teacher’s lounge.” 

“Okay, Harris is psycho okay? Because he had to talk to my dad about Kate Argent, I get to be his punching bag now.”

“What a dick. I’m surprised he didn’t get arrested as an accessory after the fact.”

“Anyway, the reason I called is because it looks like the patriarch of the Argents has arrived. His name is Gerard, Scott says he sounds Scottish, bald, pasty, ya know.”

“Right….Okay, so I’m gonna make dinner. I’ll put some in the fridge for you and Uncle Noah. Since I know for a fact that you won’t be home in time.” I pulled into the driveway. 

“Why? Where are you going? You’re supposed to help us find Lydia.” 

I sighed, “I am aware. And I will, but I have a meeting tonight.” I turned off my car and took my phone off the speaker, putting it between my cheek and shoulder to hold it as I walked up and unlocked the door. 

“A meeting? You mean you’re meeting with Derek?” He sounded accusatory over the phone. 

“So what? I am an adult, if I want to meet with Derek, I will.” 

“I would prefer that you didn’t. He’s probably the Argent’s prime focus.”

“According to their code, Derek is not on their-” I thought about it, “Well, he’s on their radar, but he’s not on their hit list.” 

“Yeah well, I don’t think this new guy is like Chris. And I don’t want you to take a bullet for him.” 

I got into the house and closed the door, “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Understand what? Do you have a crush on him or something? You guys gonna make a litter?”

I looked at the phone in disgust, “That was way out of line, Stiles. I don’t think I care for you talking to me like that. After all the crap I’ve done for you.” 

“Like what? Treating me like a kid?” 

“You’re sixteen! You are a kid! I want you to be a normal sixteen year old, but instead you’re getting kidnapped by murderous psychos and throwing Molotov cocktails at said murderous psycho. The most stressful thing you should be worrying about is an economics exam.” I leaned against the counter, “You’re one of the only people I have left. I just don’t want to lose you.” 

“I can handle myself. I have for a long time.” I wanted to say that sarcasm to cope with his feelings was not handling it, but that would only make him more upset.

“Okay. I guess I’ll just stay out of your life then.” I hung up the phone as he tried to say something else. I just… had so much anger. How dare he say that? After everything we had been through together and I was the bad guy now? I stomped into the living room and grabbed a pillow from the couch, pressing it to my face and screaming into it. When I pulled my face away, I realized that in my anger I had grown claws and they had stabbed into the pillow. 

“Oh…” I inspected the damage, low and behold - ten puncture marks with fluff falling out, “Shit.” I set the pillow back down on the couch and flipped it so the undamaged side was out. I looked down at my hands, the claws were still out. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. Just need to calm down. Everything’s fine. He’s stressed because Lydia’s missing and possibly a werewolf. And I have been stressed this whole… year basically. When I looked down at the hands again, the claws were gone. Okay, good, getting better at that. Just need to relax and wait until I can meet with Derek. 

- 

By the time I got out into the woods, Derek was already there, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. 

“Well, look who it is.” I grinned, “Mr. Fugitive himself.” 

He chuckled and shook his head, “In the flesh.” 

“Hmm, you would have hated that joke a couple weeks ago.” 

“I would hate it if Stiles said it.” He said. I nodded. 

“That’s fair.” I wrapped my arms around his waist and sighed, “He majorly pissed me off today.” He wrapped one arm around me and lifted my chin up to meet his eyes with his other hand. 

“What he said was out of line, like you said.” I gave him a confused look, because how would he know? But then I remembered. 

“Right. Connection thing. I’m sure that was a nice vision for you.” He sighed and rested his chin on the top of my head. 

“Yeah…. You should probably buy new pillows.”

“Oh we got jokes now?” I chuckled, then pulled away slightly, “Alright, tell me what’s going on.” Derek broke away. 

“So obviously hunter’s are everywhere, which is danger number one. The other thing is that Jackson’s body is rejecting the bite.” 

“That’s possible?” 

“I’m not sure, but there’s a major possibility that he’s going to die.” 

I stared at the ground, scratching my head, “Alright. This is already more complicated than last time.” Derek was about to say more when we both heard it. 

“You’re not Lydia…Wait!” It was far away, but I could hear it like he was next to me. 

“Scott.” We both said, running as fast as we could in that direction. There was another voice besides Scott. A heavy, scratchy breathing like someone was running. 

“Wait, stop!” Scott shouted as we got closer. Eventually we found him, he was about to run into a clearing where a scruffy looking man was up in a trap. A hunter’s trap. Derek grabbed Scott and pulled him behind a tree. Another scent was in the air. Gun powder, monkshood, steel. Hunters. 

“What are you doing? I can help him!” Scott shouted, struggling to get out of Derek’s hold.  

“They’re already here.” Derek said. 

“I can help him!” He shouted again. 

“Quiet!” Derek muttered. Scott looked back at me to see if I would help him. I gave him a sad look and shook my head. 

Soon we saw a group of men come down from the embankment just opposite of us, walking towards the struggling werewolf who was hung upside down by his feet. Chris Argent walked forward, not phased by the werewolf snapping his fangs at him. The new face in the crowd must have been Gerard, who Stiles described pretty well. This wasn’t going to end well. 

“Who are you?” Chris asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Nothing. Nothing, I swear.” The man pleaded.

You’re not from here, are you? Are you?!” He shouted.

“No. No, I came-I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here. That’s all.” I looked to see the look on Derek’s face, but he was all stone. 

“Look, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t hurt anyone. No one living. He wasn’t alive in the ambulance. He wasn’t, I swear.” This guy was living off dead remains, which meant that he was a desperate man. The type of werewolf they were looking for to blame for whoever dug up Kate and ate her liver.

“Gentlemen!” Gerard addressed the group, “Take a look at a rare sight!” He looked to Chris, “You wanna tell them what we’ve caught?”

“An Omega.”

“The lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack, or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down, maybe even murdered… and possibly alone by his own choice…” He paused, looking at the dangling man and chuckling, “Certainly not a wise choice… Because, as I am about to demonstrate” He turned back to the others, pulling a long sword from them,” An Omega rarely survives on his own.” Gerard swung the sword, slicing the man in half. I covered my mouth to hold back my gasp as we watched blood and organs spill from the man’s lower half. 

“Look. Look.” Derek said quietly, making sure Scott saw the brutal murder, “Look at them! You see what they do? This is why you need me– why we need each other. The only way to fight them is together.

“What are they doing?” Scott asked in a hushed voice. 

“Declaring war.”

Chris hadn’t looked at the crime, “We have a Code.”

“Not when they murder my daughter. No Code. Not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half. Are you listening?” He addressed the group, “Because I don’t care if they’re wounded and weak. Or seemingly harmless, begging for their life with the promise that they will never, ever hurt anyone. Or some desperate, lost soul with no idea what they’re getting into. We find them. We kill them. We kill them all.”

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I just want to say thank you for your thoughtful replies. I don’t regret entering this fandom, but I do resent it for making me a nervous wreck, with regards to our ships. Evan’s post did make my belly swirl with doubt a bit, but I always know you will be reassuring and rational. It is a great gift, your tumblr, so thank you. ❤️🙏🏻❤️

you're sweet, doll. thank you for the kind words!💜

i really don't know what evan is trying to accomplish. outside of getting immediate attention, he's not doing anything positive because he's just creating ill-will among everyone.

i think, if you look at some of the stuff he's said it can be taken more than one way but he just does it so badly whereas ras will be more vague but not outright bait and switch. i subjected myself to his insta because i don't remember everything he's said (i have regrets) but honestly...he baited really hard at the start of the time jump and then it gradually lessened as they worked up to 5x08 and in retrospect, it's clear he was setting up one of the relationships to be a friendship and one to be romantic but it's not like we knew which until the end of 5x08:

this one is particularly double-speak-y knowing what we know now. b/archie was keeping it casual and there was romance on the horizon.

and this is just vague but he still took the time to mention ships in a picture of jughead alone so good job, my guy

i noticed he definitely baits the ships that aren't the core 4 (or c/honi), btw:

you can tell with this one, it was purely for engagement with the addition of asking for bugheads to chime in (pls, that's embarrassing)

really with these guys??

she was just? sitting there? the reach on this😭

and the newest varchie one:

uses a picture of them kissing, no bait, they're together, etc. so, looking through them he gives me big hype vibes. and then he wonders why people are negative when that stuff blows up in his face? every ship he's truly baited has been nothing. take that as you will but i wouldn't doubt that post from yesterday has some sort of double meaning that he thinks is clever, like working together more or something but it gets the engagement and he's most likely not allowed to spoil any of the real relationship plots (aka bugvarchoni) but he can get people talking by baiting stuff that was never going to happen in the first place because just being vague isn't enough to get attention on a jughead and tabitha post like it would on a main ship post, you know?

either way, i think baiting is always a bad idea in fandom. it builds expectations and entitlement that the show is never going to deliver on.