#whenever I mention anything I just get told that I only ever heard the bad stuff in their relationship and not all the good memories

[justmeinadaze]

Curiosity (Part 5)(Eddie X Plus Size Y/N)

Warnings: Younger (Early 20s) Daddy Eddie & Older (early 30s) Plus Size Sub Fem Y/N, SMUT, light dirty talk, light spanking, etc.

ANGST *lays in a bed of angst with a cat named angst who does angsty things*

Consequences of last chapter rear their head here. Reader makes a friend and Eddie gets jealous, Y/N perceives things online and becomes jelly as well. Y/N runs into Steve at a bar dealing with a bad abusive date, both get hurt but Daddy comes to the rescue (so slight domestic abuse trigger) , Eddie mentions his abusive upbringing (brief near the end), slight cliffhanger ending (I've done worse). I think that's it.

Word Count: 5610

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“Hey, pretty girl. How did you sleep?”, Eddie asked from his chair at his desk when he heard you groan awake. 

“Good. How about you? How long have you been up?” 

“Not long, sweetheart.”, he murmurs with that morning husk that makes you swoon. “Can you come sit by me for a moment? I want to show you something.”

Softly smiling, you shuffle your feet over to the chair beside him and place your legs over his. While you were still in your panties and a t-shirt, he had pulled on a pair of shorts and loose tank top that showed off all his delicious muscles that made you want to run your hands along his skin. 

“So, I know I’ve told you before that people can schedule sessions with me on this website but I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned that I can schedule some to.”

“I don’t think so, baby, but I imagine you don’t schedule many.”

Eddie chuckles a bit as he nods. 

“Yeah, you’re right. I actually think I’ve only ever done it a handful of times but I’ve done it most with Mill. Like I told you, ya know, I really enjoy talking to her and she’s incredibly kind.” The metalhead pauses as his eyes shift towards you. “I know she would never do anything to intentionally hurt me and I’m sure that she’s always been honest with me. In this town, it’s not something I’m used to.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat you softly smile and caress his cheek with your finger.

“Steve mentioned something that I hadn’t noticed but now they kind of stand out to me that I can’t get out of my head. You both use the same phrases, same style of speech… Her name is CurvyCorporateMillennial and you ARE a curvy corporate millennial…”

“I mean…a lot of millennials…are in corporate and—and a lot of us talk the same…” His chocolate eyes flashed through so many different emotions before landing on one you recognized; anger. “Eddie—”

“No, no, Y/N. You are absolutely right. Since you two have so much in common I’ve been dying for you two to meet. I logged in and set up a time; I just have to approve it. Now, whenever I approve it, it sends a notification to the persons phone pretty quickly.” 

As soon as his finger clicks the mouse, a few seconds pass and out of the corner of your eye you see your phone on the night stand light up with a soft and subtle ding.

“You know what, I don’t want to miss her. Let me schedule a few of these and of course I can cancel them later.”

Five more clicks, five more dings. 

“You should get that. May be important.”

“Eddie, I—”

“Get. Your. Phone.”, he growls. Your head hangs as you rise to your feet and do what he says. “Show it to me.”

Your thumb shakes as the tears began to fall and you unlock your phone to show him your screen. The image of him hugging you from behind as he kisses your cheek greets him…along with six notifications for an OnlyFans session with EddietheBanished.

“Jesus, I’m so stupid.”

“No! No, Eddie, I swear I wasn’t…I was borrowing my roommate’s laptop and-and-and your profile came up. I got curious so I created a profile just to see what you did and then…I told myself I would never go on their again but then you messaged me and we talked—”

“Why the fuck didn’t you say anything?!”

“I tried! I was going to tell you after your concert but then you made a move and we—”

“I see, so this is my fault?”

“No!”

“So you didn’t come that night to see me play even though I had been inviting you for months. You came to tell me that you were catfishing me while you watched me jerk off���Wait a minute. That’s how you knew about the Daddy thing, isn’t it?”

“Yes but—”

“Fuck me…”, he sighs as he stands and you hastily follow.

“I called you Daddy that night because it felt right. I made love to you because I liked you. I’m with you now because I like you.”

“Why keep pretending then?! So that you can manipulate me?! I told Mill reasons why I was angry with you and she guided me. It was just you fucking with me!”

“No, Eddie, I swear that was never my intention! I should have told you sooner but I was so scared of losing you and it just got so hard to say anything the longer it went on.”

“Yeah, well, that doesn’t change the fact that you should have told me. I feel…I feel like our entire relationship was a lie.”

Your heart shatters as you slowly backed away from him and your emotional wall flew up. 

“Was? Are…are we still not in one?”

The metalhead’s eyebrows furrowed at the crack in your tone as he pushed down the notion to collect you in his arms and hold you to his chest to comfort you. 

“I don’t know, Y/N. I always thought you were the perfect girl for me. Everything about you fit to me like a glove and I asked myself constantly what an angel like you is doing with an idiot like me. I guess I know now, huh?”

“Eddie…”

“I think…I think maybe we should take a break.”

Nodding, you collected your clothes and quickly put them on before scurrying as fast as you could out the front door. 

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You told yourself constantly with every year that passed you were saving your vacation time for when you desperately needed it. You knew there would be a day where you needed an escape; where on a pain scale, life hit you with a 10 and you would need that time away. 

This was your 10. 

You spent 2 weeks at home, sobbing as you processed everything that happened. You went through his socials but that was pointless because he rarely posted in general but you were able to snag a few crumbs when his friends tagged him in things. 

One night he went to a party at a friend’s house and his name attached to a photo of him chugging back liquid in a red cup. Another had you fuming when some girl close to his own age had her hand on his thigh while he laid his head on her shoulder. 

You wished you could do something to make him equally as jealous as the feeling of shame washed over you. He had every reason to be upset with you; you had lied to him but that didn’t change the fact that it hurt you watching him let loose while you were in your apartment falling apart. 

What surprised you the most was the headspace. 

The little girl headspace within kept kicking at your brain, desperate for her Daddy to come hold her in his arms and make her feel better especially at night when everything was quiet.

That first Monday back, you decided you were going to walk into your building with your head held high, refusing to give him the satisfaction of breaking your heart. Armed with a new pink blouse and lethal hairdo, you sauntered up to the double doors, ready to start over and face the day. 

“Fuck! I’m so sorry!”, a soft voice exclaims after bumping into you a bit roughly. 

“It’s ok. No harm done.”

The shoes in front of you seemed expensive with their sleek black shine but as your eyes continued to travel upwards, you realized he was anything but with slacks that seemed a bit too big for him and a shirt that was tucked into his belt a bit haphazardly. When your eyes found his, the man in front of you sighed in what sounded like relief as he reached out to shake your hand. 

“Hey. I’m, um, Ren. R-E-N like in Footloose.”

“I love that movie.”

“Yeah, so did my dad. Unfortunately, I didn’t get Keven Bacon’s moves but…” As he chuckles, you smile as you take in his handsome face and beautiful green eyes. He had to be about your age if not a little bit younger. “What about you? What’s, uh, what’s your name?”

“Y/N. Sorry, my name is Y/N. I was just on, um, on vacation so my brain is still catching up.”

“I understand. This is my first day here so I’m not as smooth as I normally am.”

“Why do I doubt that?”, you grin making his smile widen. 

“Maybe, you can show me around later and I can prove myself.”

“So are we all just hoping the elevator psychically knows to come down?”, a firm tone grunts in frustration before stomping forward to push the up button allowing you to come face to face with Eddie. 

Even with his hair pulled back you could tell it was a mess with the frizz struggling to be tamed. Utilizing every loophole in the handbook, he would normally at least show up in some nice jeans and a button up shirt but today his pants were torn at the knee while the polo shirt he had one was chaotically hanging off parts his waist. His eyes once full of life and a gentleness were now hollow as if he hadn’t slept in days. 

Silently, you all entered the elevator with you between these two men but your heart pulled towards one more than the other as you had to use all your energy to not loop your hand through the metalhead’s. 

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N, and again I’m sorry for bumping into you.”, he grins as you three step off on the same floor.

“No worries.”

Stalking towards his desk, Eddie slams everything down making the people around him including you, jump. 

“Edward Munson!”

“Angela.”

Your manager slid back in her chair at his gruff tone as you both visually took him in. 

“Everything alright, Eddie?”

“Everything’s fine.”, he grumbled before flopping down in his chair. 

Quietly, you do the same as your head hangs. 

“Do you want me to move somewhere else?”, you whisper as your bottom lip trembles. 

“No. Just don’t fucking talk to me.”

Nodding, you hug your arms around yourself as you set up your computer but you were unable to make it long before you hastily got up and disappeared into an empty office. The door suddenly opened startling you but as you tried to quickly dry your eyes, arms circled around you and pulled you into a broad chest that was laced with an overpowering smell of cigarettes. 

“It’s ok…everything’s ok…”, Eddie cooed as his large palm pet the back of your head. “I’m sorry I snapped at you… This has been incredibly hard for me. I…I miss you so much, Y/N.”

“I miss you to. C-Can we talk? After work maybe?”

The man sighs as he lets you go and lightly pushes you away. 

“I, um, I don’t think I’m ready for that right now. You really hurt me. Add into the fact that you’ve been on vacation for 2 weeks doing God knows what—”

“Excuse me? You think after what happened, I took two weeks off to ‘relax’?”, you scoff. “Jesus, you must think so little of me especially after you’re the one that’s been partying with girls on his lap!”

Chocolate eyes glare your way before a big sarcastic smirk paints his lips. 

“I see someone’s been stalking my social media. Not uncommon for you, is it, little girl? Hiding in the shadows as you watch me. Well, now you have no reason to be fucking jealous since you have that new blond asshole you were flirting with in the elevator.”

“I wasn’t flirting.”

“Oh, please! If I wasn’t there you’d probably fuck him against the wall.”

“Sure, why not?! I can finally fuck a real man then some pathetic little boy like you!” You blink as your jaw drops, surprising even yourself at your own words. “E-Eddie…I’m sorry…I didn’t—”

Backing slowly away from you, the metalhead throws you a sarcastic smirk before opening the door to leave and slamming it behind him. 

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Work had become more excruciating and long since you didn’t have Eddie to talk to. While he sat beside you, he kept his headphones on with music blaring as he scribbled things down in his notebook until he got a call.

Ren was indeed a new hire at your company and he had begun filling the silence during your lunches, talking to you about everything you both could think of. He genuinely was a sweet man and you enjoyed having conversations with him but he never gave you those warm feelings the metalhead gave you. 

“No but that early 2000s music was always a bop.”, he laughs as he continues to walk you to your car after work. 

“A bop?”, you giggle.

“Yeah, I mean, isn’t that what the kids are saying?”

“No, Ren, I don’t think the kids are saying bop.”

“Well shit. I guess I’m not cool anymore.”

“That implies you were ever cool in the first place.”, you tease as you dig into your purse for your keys. 

“Oooo she’s sassy. I like that.” As you laugh harder, the man in front of you cranes his neck to softly kiss your lips. “I, um, I like you to.” You swallow as your breathing stutters and you place a hand on his chest to lightly push him back. “I’m sorry…was that too forward?”

“Um…a little…I just…I just got out of a…or we’re on a break…I don’t know…”

“Must still be raw if you’re about to cry, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. You don’t talk about…which would make sense. Fuck, I’m an idiot.”, Ren scolds himself making you spit out a laugh through the pain as you wipe the tear that had fallen. 

“I don’t mean to laugh, you’re just really sweet.”

The sound of a car door cracking shut had you both jumping back but only you noticed whose van it belonged to as it sped out of the parking lot. 

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“Y/N, sweetie, come on. Everything will be alright.”, you roommate tries to console at the bar you both were spending time in. 

Kelsey had seen you slowly falling apart, suggesting a girl’s night out and after a lot of playfully teasing you finally relented. 

“I miss him, Kels. Eddie has every right to be angry with me but I don’t know what to do to make things right. If anything, I’m making things worse by defensively belittling him and kissing some guy in the parking lot we both work at.”

“I thought you said that Ren guy kissed you.”

“He did but…”

“Baby, maybe he just needs some time, ya know? Whenever he’s ready he’ll reach out. You two were perfect together and there’s no way he can just let you go.”

Smiling, you give her a big hug, looping your arm through hers as you walk with her to the bathroom. There was a wall separating entrances between the men and women restrooms but even from the other side and over the music you could still hear someone yelling loudly.

“Do you think I’m that fucking stupid?! I just watched you grind against some girl out on the dance floor!!”

“Honey, we were just dancing while I was waiting for you. It meant nothing—”

You heard a loud thud and rounded the area to see a tall, muscular man pushing Steve against the wall with his hand on his chest keeping him in place as he pointed his fat finger in the boy’s face. 

“I told you to wait for me outside.”, he seethed through gritted teeth. “You don’t fucking listen.”

Your heart broke as Eddie’s friend folded into himself and his eyes glazed over. 

He felt unsafe.

“Hey. I said hey!”, you screamed stepping towards them. “Get your hands off him!”

“Stay out of this, little girl. It doesn’t concern you.”

“It does when you put your hands on my friend. Now I’ll only say it one more time, get away from him.”

The man chuckled sinisterly as he turned away from the boy in front of him to focus on you. 

“Or what, huh? What’s a little whore like you going to do about it?” When all you do is glare up at him, he laughs a bit harder. “Didn’t think so. Mind your fucking business or I swear to God I will put you back in your goddamn place.”

Without fully thinking it through you grabbed the nearest bottle and smashed it over his head causing him to howl in pain before falling blinding against the doorway. Reaching for Steve’s hand, he takes it without question but unfortunately you both are stopped when he catches the boy’s wrist and throws him behind him. 

An open palm smacks your face and you stumble to the dirty floor as you hear the other boy shout your name. He grunts as Steve tries to fight this much bigger man but it’s no use as he’s punched hard in the mouth and collapses in front of you. 

Boots rush past you both and the sound of heels soon follow. 

“Y/N, oh my God! Are you alright?!”, Kelsey asks as she lifts you into a sitting position. 

“Yeah…I’m…Steve?” Hearing blood spit to the floor, you turn to find the man himself trying to stand. “Are you ok?”

“Help me up, please.”, he murmurs sullenly and you both do what he asks. 

Your head turns every which way trying to find your assailant before being met with the back of long hair and shoulders under leather jacket as the metalhead continuously pulls his fist back to punch the man underneath him. 

Cautiously, your palm reaches out to touch his shoulder causing his bloody fist to hover in the air. 

“Come on, Eddie.”, you whisper, your eyes closing as he punches him again. “Steve needs you.” Another punch. “I need you.” 

Clutching his collar in one hand and a broken beer bottle with the other, he held the glass to the man’s throat as he growled deeply, “If ever come near Steve again or I see your fucking face, I will kill you. Do you understand me?”

“Y-Yeah, man.”, the guy mumbled. 

Rising to his feet, he takes yours and his best friend’s hand to guide you out into the parking lot towards his van. 

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You tenderly ran your nails through Steve’s hair as his head rested on your shoulder while the two of you waited on Eddie’s couch. After telling Kelsey you were alright and it was ok for her to go home, you placed yourself beside him and he didn’t hesitate to curl up against you the whole ride home.

“Thank you for trying to protect me.”

“Don’t mention it.”, the pretty boy gravelly replies as his voice cracks. “Thank you for trying to protect ME.”

Silently, the metalhead stalked back into his living room and the chain on his pants clanked against the hard wood of the coffee table as he took a seat on it in front of you both with a first aid kit in his grasp. 

When he placed the cotton ball of antiseptic on the cut on his lip, Steve winced causing Eddie to freeze for a moment before moving forward once again. 

“What…were you…doing there?”, Steve asked as the long-haired boy’s eyes narrow with focus.

“You said he was three hours late. I wanted to make sure you were ok.” 

Steve nodded as his gaze shifted into the void and another tear fell down his cheek. 

“I don’t deserve you, man.”

“Yes, you do.”, you coo as you try to move some of his hair away from his face. “You deserve to be loved and respected.”

He broke then; allowing himself to fully let go as you held him to your chest. When he fell asleep on your lap, Eddie readjusted him so you could slide out and replace your thighs with a pillow under his head while the other boy covered him with a blanket. 

After leading you to his bedroom, he closed the door and followed you with his eyes as you took a seat in his desk chair. A small smirk painted your features when you felt ringed fingers brush against your arm as he took hold of the armrest and wheeled you over his mattress where he took a seat in front of you. 

Reaching back into his kit, he took something in his hand and after a satisfying crack, shook it with an obnoxious amount of force that had you giggling as he softly smiled.

“Ah fuck, that’s cold.”, you gasp when he places what you now realize to be an ice pack on your cheek. 

“Yeah, sweetheart, that’s the idea.”

Your fingers reach out to lightly push his shoulder but as you pull your arm back, he catches your wrist and wheels you closer to his chest as he places his lips on yours. 

“I probably would have killed that guy if you hadn’t stopped me.”, he whispered, his forehead pressed to your own. “Thank you for trying to protect him.”

“Of course. No one deserves to be treated like that.”, you murmur and Eddie nods. “I saw him shrink…in his eyes…he was so scared—” The metalhead’s jaw clenched as he heavily exhaled through his nose in anger. “Baby—”

“I can’t. I can’t do that, Y/N. I’m too… just no.”

“Too what, Eddie? Tell me.” He rises to his feet and you do that same trying to block his path. “You can be mad at me…you SHOULD be mad at me. I deserve it. I…I never meant for it to go this far and I swear, baby, every part of our relationship was real. I kissed you at the bar because I liked you. I made love to you because I liked you. I called you Daddy because it felt right—”

“And Ren? Does it feel right calling him Daddy?” You blink in surprise at his comment. “God, I wanted to hit that fucker when I saw him kiss you but I guess you got your wish. A real man your own age who’s going to fuck you better than me.”

“Eddie…I didn’t…I only said that because you hurt my feelings—”

“Oh? Forgive me. I thought after my girlfriend pretended to be another woman online to spy on me, I would be allowed to be angry and say some shit. Especially after you disappeared for 2 weeks doing—”

“NOTHING! I swear, Eddie, and I’ve never done anything Ren. He kissed me and I pushed him away.”

“Do you have any idea what that was like for me? I always feel like some man who’s better for you will come along and whisk you away and of course after all this bullshit, here comes the ‘perfect’ man—”

“You’re one to talk! You had some…skinny, young girl in your lap with your friends…how do you think that made me feel?!”

“Bad I hope. ‘Bout as bad as I felt when I found out you fucking lied to me!”

“Jesus, Eddie, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m SORRY! What do I have to do?! Get on my knees and beg for forgiveness?! I will if you want me to. I’ll do whatever you want but if you don’t care about me anymore then you need to stay away from me because it hurts!”, you shout as you fold your arms. “I miss talking to you and hearing you laugh. I miss watching you focus as you play your guitar at the edge of the bed. I miss feeling your fingers brush through my hair while I sleep and the way your lips kiss me in the morning.

I miss your passion when you talk about anything but especially your game that I still don’t understand but I’m trying to. More than anything I miss feeling safe… every time you hugged me I knew nothing could hurt me. That’s why it fucking kills me that I hurt you. Those two weeks I was off, I didn’t do anything, Eddie because I was breaking in my apartment. I was being a coward…because I was too afraid…to face what I had done and how it affected you…To see how much I had hurt…the man I love.”

His palm shot out to grab your cheek and bring your lips to his as his other hand pulled you closer pressing to the small of your back. 

All rational and reason left the room as he spun you around and guided you to his bed with him falling on top of you. Your mouths barely detach except for the occasional breath but you don’t care. It was like you were both giving each other the oxygen you needed and he hummed occasionally into each kiss causing a little moan to leave your chest.

Reaching over his shoulder, Eddie struggled to take off his shirt, grunting in frustration till you helped him and he did the same for you. As soon as your skirt was freed from your hips and your panties were on the floor, he didn’t waste a moment, diving between your legs as his wide flat tongue licked between your folds to your clit and repeating the process at a vigorous pace.

“Fuck, Daddy.”

Without pulling away, you heard the loud clinking of his belt as he struggled to pull down his pants and free his cock from his denim confinement. Finally tilting back, your body shuttered with pleasure as he spit directly into your pussy lips before taking a hold of you and spinning you till you were straddling him.

Your brain hesitated slightly with this being your first time on top but when you realized all of your weight was on your knees against the mattress, you breathed a sigh of relief. With one hand gripping the back of your neck, he utilized the other to guide himself inside you and you welcomed the stretch as he thrust his hips roughly against yours. 

You could feel his jaw open against your cheek as his breath warmed your skin with every pant and his arms held you tightly to his chest.

“L-Lay flat, Y/N.”, he breathed but when you don’t respond or do what he said, his large palm spanked your behind causing your head to lift so your nose was touching the tip of his. “Lay your body flat against me.”

“B-But…but I’m—”

As you protest, he spanks you again. 

“I—fuck—Daddy needs to feel your body, baby.”

Nodding, you kiss his lips before fully collapsing against him as his arms wrap tighter around you and his fingers tangle in your hair. He slowed his pace but not his intensity as Eddie slammed his dick so deep inside you, he had you seeing stars.

You head fell beside his as your nose inhaled his smell that you missed and your lips gently kissed his neck making him mewl as he found his rhythm once more. 

“Just like that, Daddy, fuck.”

As the coil in your belly snapped, Eddie soon followed, pumping his release deep within your walls. 

You laid like that for a while before you rolled to the side but he didn’t allow you to go far, circling his arm around your hip and bringing you back to his chest. 

“I don’t want to let you go…because when I do…reality will set in and I’ll remember how upset I am with you.”

Tears stung your eyes as you intertwined your fingers with his and kissed the back of his hand. 

“I understand…”

“I wish I could talk to her…Mill…ask her for advice.”

“You can always talk to her…if that’s easier for you…she still has an account. I…she kept it just in case you—you wanted proof she wasn’t talking to or paying to see anyone else.” Your voice cracks and he tenderly reaches over to caress your cheek. “I love you so much, Eddie, and I’m so sorry for lying and hurting you.”

Nuzzling his nose into your hair, he squeezes you closer to him as you cry.

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Two Days Later

Your private session with Eddiethebanished begins now! Don’t miss it!

“Hey Mill…”

“Hey Eddie.”, you type while you visually take in his haggard appearance as he brings a lit cigarette to his lips. “This is probably a dumb question but how are you doing?”

The metalhead chuckles, coughing slightly as smoke fills the air. 

“I’ve been better, sweetheart.”

“How can I help?”

“Well, first and foremost, my best friend is living with me now. He was dating another fuckhead who put his hands on him so I suggested he move in so I can keep an eye on him. I have a spare bedroom that just has junk in it so soon we’ll get his bed and stuff to put in there.”

“That’s good. I think not only will he physically feel safer but mentally and emotionally as well. You’re a good friend to him.”

“Did you defend him? Is that why your knuckles look like that?”

At your question, he glances down at the bruising on his right hand before taking another puff from his cigarette. 

“Yeah. Steve had texted me saying his date was late and I just…I got this feeling…plus I thought I could keep him company, you know? So I drove down to the bar he was at and when I got there…Steve and Y/N were on the floor…this asshole…”

“He hurt them.”

Eddie nods as his eyes glare off into the void past his monitor. 

“Mill, have I ever told you about my father?”

“You told me he was in prison and that he wasn’t a good person.”

“Yeah…he used to be like that asshole at the bar… I, um, I don’t really talk about my life too much because my childhood wasn’t great. My dad was abusive as hell…to me and my mother. When she passed away…” He shakes his head as he puts out the stick between his fingers before lighting another. “Oddly enough, when I think about that time in my life, what makes me the most angry…is the lying. Mill, my dad could spin a story, I’m telling you. 

He knew how to con people and get right to their emotions before taking them for everything they got. Did the same with my mom even when she got sick and did the same with me multiple times before he was arrested. Every time he tricked me into helping him do something illegal or had me lie for him, I felt…I felt stupid.

I told myself I would never allow myself to end up in situations like that again.”

A tear leaves your eye that you quickly wipe away as he continues. 

“Y/N and I got into a fight. I found out that she was lying to me about something and… Look I know she’s not perfect, lord knows I’m not either, but this…this was pretty big and now I can’t help but constantly wonder what in our relationship was even real or based on what she found out through this lie.”

“I can understand that. I bet she feels pretty stupid herself for hurting you.”

“Eddie, you’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met and you showed me things I never…never would have even had the courage to try or experience. For her, it’s most likely the same. She wanted to know more about you and loved the way you made her feel but was terrified of losing or hurting you.”

“So she kept hiding the truth hoping it would just go away. That was selfish on her part…she definitely should have been honest with you but I guarantee you every part of her relationship with you was real and she loves you. She would never lie about that.”

His chocolate eyes take in your words as his jaw tightens and he struggles not to break. 

“She hasn’t been at work these last couple of days. I thought…maybe I scared her off…”

Clicking all the buttons on the computer, your profile picture suddenly changes to show you sitting in a room that Eddie doesn’t recognize. 

“You didn’t scare me.”, you murmur softly. “I had an emergency so I had to fly home.”

“Is everything alright?”, he asks, his tone full of care and concern.

“Yeah, um, it is now. My parents got into a car accident and my dad was in the hospital. He’s fine but they just wanted to keep him over night to keep an eye on him.”

You watch as his eyes glance towards where his second monitor usually is and his fingers click his mouse. 

“There’s a flight leaving Hawkins in a couple of hours. That will give me enough time to talk to Angela and get to the airport—”

“Eddie, baby, it’s ok. I’ll be back in a few days.”

“Y/N, your parents were hurt and you’re in a city where you said people bullied you. I’m not leaving the woman I love up there to handle all that bullshit alone.”

Both of you pause at his words as he heavily exhales and you nod as your chest heaves. 

“Hey…look at me. I do…I love you so fucking much but…we still have a lot to talk about.”

“Ok, yeah…that makes sense. Um, I…I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah, baby girl. I’m on my way.”

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Ok but headcanons for Chilchuck begging tallman reader to sit on his face but they're too scared they'll crush him 😭

established relationship + amab and afab included + human reader + chilly chuckles has stubble !!

<3

chilchuck wouldn’t be the type to “beg” you for it. more like whine or be grumpy about it because he’s kind of embarrassed.

like i said in my previous hcs, he loves everything about going down on you. from your scent, to your moans, to your skin. he’s using his heightened senses to his advantage just to feel more of you.

-> amab

he asks you to get on top of him and fuck his face but you refuse at first. just because you think he’s not ready for it yet and you didn’t want to crush the not-so-lil guy.

chilchuck is bitter at first, feeling rejected before you quickly reassure him that you just didn’t want to hurt his throat.

“i don’t need ‘training’, it’ll be fine. just get on my face.” he almost whines.

“you’ll gag and get hurt if i immediately do that… you’re not even used to taking all of me yet.” trying to reason with him, you pepper his pouty cheeks with kisses.

you really don’t want him to have a sore throat so the next time he asks again you only give shallow pumps into his mouth. giving him a taste of your dick.

when he finally learns to take your cock all the way, chilchuck’s obsessed with the eroticism of it all.

he’s laying on the bed, hands on your thighs as you thrust into his mouth from above. gurgling noises can be heard as you moan, his warm mouth enveloping your dick as he tears up from the lack of oxygen.

you got him successfully cockdrunk as you jerk your last splurt of cum onto his face, making the small patch of stubble on his chin sticky while he looks at you with dazed eyes as he sucks the head for good measure.

he doesn’t say anything but he’ll blush and get so turned on afterwards that he ends up fucking you in the shower.

-> afab

will just ask you straight up to sit on his face and you don’t know whether to laugh or blush because it aroused you more than you thought it would.

he’ll immediately question your refusal because wdym he’s not strong enough to take all your weight???? he’s a big boy

that was a lie. but it still doesn’t ruin the idea for him, he wants you on his face so bad that he keeps going even after panting so hard each time you smother him between your thighs.

“pat my thighs if you need air, okay?”

“i can do it without needing air.”

“honey, you almost passed out last time…”

he grumbles, “i thought we agreed to never bring that up.”

chilchuck can’t really put his fingers in you whenever you sit on him since there’s not much space because of his tongue in your hole. instead he paws and teases your rim while he wiggles his nose against your clit.

loves it when he gets you to squirt, although after a few moments he’ll nag you to get in the bath and wash his soaked face.

<3 the morning after (gn)

the next morning, he’ll drink some tea to soothe his throat because of the lack of air and to keep it from being sore.

this man will not acknowledge ANYTHING he did the night before, he’ll brush everything off if you mention any embarrassing things he’s done.

“good morning. was last night okay?”

he snorts, putting his mug down. “of course. told you i could handle it.”

you hum playfully, hugging him into your chest from behind. “i don’t know… you looked delirious and… fucked out. i think you even passed out at one point-”

“i’m never going down on you ever again.”

[ellswritings]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Derek Hale x Reader

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

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

A werewolf to be precise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You guys ready?” She asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yup,” Alison nods, popping the “p.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, wait!” Derek calls out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because they’ll handle that together too.

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OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN. . . single dad! meian + f!reader

✮⋆˙ notes/CWs - brief mention of parental death, heavy underlying emotions, meian's a flirt when he wants to be, typos probably

It was all too early for the man that morning, the sun barely even breaking the horizon when his alarm went off. He rubbed at tired eyes the whole morning, fighting off the urge to do nothing more than get back in bed. But he couldn't do that, even if he had the chance - he had more than just himself to take care of. 

His daughter, Himawari, always, without fail, fought him on waking up; and now that it was earlier than normal, it was a complete lost cause. She fought against waking up, fought against getting ready, and fought against going outside because she refused to wear a jacket. But the chill outside turned her off to the idea of going to school all together. Stubborn, and moody from the change of schedule, he had to all but drag her to get in the car - she fought against that too.

They had to get to her school earlier than normal, his schedule clashed with all other times to meet with her teacher - a prerequisite, of sorts, to meet all new families at the beginning of the year - and he finally bit the bullet and asked for a time before school. Thank god her teacher agreed; despite the coaxing and near begging the man had to do to get his daughter in the building to begin with. 

She walked beside him, arms crossed over her chest with a scowl; a rather adorable sight at how small she was and the Hello Kitty bookbag she adorned. (But Meian told anyone who would listen to not let her fool them, she was as devilish as they came.) He shortened his strides whenever he walked with his daughter, he was tall enough that one stride was about three of hers; so he opted for picking her up with a groan. “Come here, you're killing me.” 

She fought against being picked up as well, “put me down!” A loud whine that nearly echoed in the empty hallway, “I don't wanna’ be held right now!” He only sighed as she squirmed against him, but eventually gave up once she realized she was no match. 

“It's not my fault you walk slow,” he groaned, but the smallest of smiles peaked at his lips once he cut his eyes over to her. She pouted, huffed, and did anything she could to make him feel bad; but it didn't work. 

“Maybe you just walk too fast.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Hima.” 

The hallway was long, almost liminal as the doors seemed to never end. Each decorated, or not, which showed the personality of who occupied it. The school was basically empty, besides the few staff members who got to work early on their own free will, and quiet. Quiet enough to hear the small sigh of defeat from his daughter, and she now rested her head on his shoulder. “Dad, I'm tired.” 

“I know.” Good god did he know. “Maybe if you went to bed on time you wouldn't be so sleepy.” 

“But I can't sleep when you're not there,” she sighed again. He felt his heart drop at her words, even though he knew them all too well. Every babysitter he ever had loved the girl, but every single one had never gotten her to fall asleep. The girl refused every time; and if she didn't, she laid in bed until she heard the front door open and shut, and the familiar voice of her father. She would drive herself to sleep deprivation all because Meian wasn't there. “I miss you too much to go to sleep.” 

“I know,” he repeated, much more softly than the latter. Filled with care, and hinted with regret, though he knew he had no other choice but to not be home. Games were important, not like the stray practices he would miss here and there; and the games that were later in the day he unfortunately couldn't bring her to. “I miss you too.” There was a small moment of silence, not knowing what to say as he felt his daughter fidget with the sleeve of his shirt.

The man prided himself with his encouragement skills and wise words, but more often than not he couldn't find them for himself. There was a missing piece to his mind it seemed, gaping and dreary as he wished nothing more than to be a good father - but to him, he always fell short. There were times he wasn't home, important events like school plays and concerts missed from commitments to his team, he couldn't help her with her homework as he wasn't home when she got back because of practice, and the period of time away for nationals felt like a stake through the heart every time it rolled around. 

An optimist with others, but a pessimist with himself. Always falling just shy of what he thought a good parent should be and what a good parent should do. It was utterly exhausting.

Despite his aching heart and rattling mind, he gave her a small smile and desperately tried to change the subject - more for himself rather than her. “Why don't you tell me about your teacher?” 

He heard the girl hum before she lifted her head to look at him with tired eyes. “I think you'll like her,” a tone that finally seemed to melt away the prior attitude. “She's really nice, not like my teacher last year, and she makes crafts with us.” She smiled, the first time that entire morning, “yesterday we read about bunnies and we made plates that looked like bunnies.”

“I know, you brought it home.” He smiled at the reminiscent thought; he came home just after she did, and she all but knocked him down running to show him the plate with construction paper and pom poms glued to it. “I'm actually pretty jealous, ‘sounds fun making bunny plates.” He chuckled, “you think the guys would want to make them?” Hima was well aware of the team he played for, moreover his teammates. She often saw them at the handful of practices and games that he took her to, but more so knew of them through the stories he shared.

She laughed at his question, and he took a silent sigh of relief. “Mr. Hinata might,” she giggled, “but I know Mr. Bokuto would!” The child picked favorites, most definitely; however, her favorite, out of all of them, was Sakusa - and he still had no unearthly reason why other than the dry humor he offered. Every practice he ever brought her to was always met with Hima hanging off of the man, annoying him, and pressing every button Sakusa had - and Meian let her, a silent act of revenge for the consistent arguments he started with Atsumu.

“You're right, he would.” Bokuto was just as childish as she, if not more - he would probably beg the man to make one if given the chance. “Do you want to show him yours later today?” While he didn't plan to take the girl to practice, the sentiment of longing still lingered in the back of his mind; twisted and turned until he felt sick. The awful feeling of thinking he spent too much time away from her returned; and he hoped bringing her with him might mend how he felt, and maybe make her tired enough she would, for once, go to sleep on time. 

“Really?” She asked excitedly. The girl cheered just before continuing on with her child like rambles. Himawari could go on for hours, days really, if he let her (which he more often than not did). She enjoyed talking about just about anything, and would find side story after side story as she went on through her rants. But the man never minded, he found it endearing that the girl had picked up his outgoing attitude. 

He smiled as she continued on, rounding a corner to the hallway that her classroom was on. The school was quite big, a primary school that housed kindergarten through sixth, so every grade level was split into smaller hallways. The man surprised himself that he could remember where to go, as the only other time he went was when she was in first grade. 

“She's really pretty, y'know?” Meian cut his eyes towards the girl, still holding her within his arms, and scrunched his brows.

“Who?” The word laced with confusion as his daughter only giggled again.

“My teacher.” He couldn't help but let a small breath pass his lips, and fought against rolling his eyes entirely. Himawari was prone to talking up the people within her life; which was an admirable trait to have, he was happy the girl wasn't a bully. But she was apt to make the older women around her larger than life - to play matchmaker. The girl couldn't remember her birth mother, she had passed when she was only a year old, but Meian made it a point to consistently remind the girl of her. Consistently reminded her, and himself, they were never abandoned. 

That never stopped Hima from yearning for another woman's presence though. Didn't stop her from the small smiles she would give her father when talking about women much older than she, his age, with an err of playfulness that made him roll his eyes. So to her latter statement he only hummed, “and what do you say about me then, huh?” 

“That you're old.” 

“Ouch-” he rolled his eyes at her nonchalant attitude, “I'm not even that old, Hima.”

“Yeah, ok.” Her sarcastic tone made him sigh, and he thought to himself that maybe he allowed her to hang about Sakusa all too much - his blunt choice of words rubbed off on her in ways he couldn’t imagine. Never rude, but curt replies that never failed to make him groan. But he kept his mouth shut on the topic as he continued walking, and thanked the stars he was almost to his destination. 

“Put me down, put me down!” The girl began to squirm in his arms, desperately trying to escape him to go to her teacher’s room that finally came within their view. The man quickly caved, picking his battles wisely with his daughter’s already flighty mood, and figured it wasn’t all that bad for her to be excited for school - quite the opposite really. 

He watched as his daughter ran through the doorway of the open classroom, and heard a cheery voice greet her from the other side. The voice was light and airy, joy mingling amongst syllables with every word spoken. There was an intent behind it that felt sound, secure - a voice that most definitely belonged to a second grade teacher. 

“Dad said I can bring my bunny plate to his practice and show his friends!” 

“Really? That's so cool, I bet they'll love it.” A small smile peaked on his lips at the woman’s words; although he couldn’t see it just yet, he could practically hear the smile she wore. “Did you get to show your dad yet?” 

Yet. 

The word alone made his steps slow just before he reached the door, letting his pace taper off before completely stopping and he let out a silent breath. It was her job to care, to provide comfort and joy, to create a sense of security and structure - but Himawara had no structure in her life. And it was all his fault, or so he thought. The girl, frankly, never knew her father’s schedule, as it always dialed and changed according to the needs of the team. He desperately tried, at any given opportunity, to cling to time with her - and while he cherished every second, it was never enough. 

He couldn’t help her as much as he liked with homework - yet. He couldn’t pick her up from school most days - yet. And he couldn’t find it within the chasms of his mind to give himself grace - yet. 

“I did! He put it on the fridge!” He wished he could be more like his daughter - happy and unknowing in the reality of real life. A childlike sense of certainty that everything was fine, that one could find joy in everything if they looked hard enough, and an unwavering belief that her father did everything under the sun for her. He couldn’t help but smile softly at the thought, and allowed the burden of ‘yet’ to pass him. 

“Now that's where real masterpieces go,” she mused. “Did you tell him the book we read?” 

“Not the title at least,” he chuckled as he rounded the doorway. “Everything else about it? Absolutely. I could probably quote it to you at this point.” A joke that landed fairly well, as he heard the woman laugh in response, but the comedic energy the man once held was quickly replaced with awe as he leaned against the doorway.

Himawari was wrong, utterly wrong. Her teacher wasn't pretty - she was beautiful.

He felt his stomach lurch to his throat, a brief sensation but one that made him cough. The realization that the woman was his daughter's teacher made him feel rather small, stupid even, and wildly out of his element. He woke up that morning and simply got ready for practice - a slam packed schedule as the practice started just after this meeting would be over - and now he deeply regretted it. 

“‘Morning, Mr. Meian.” He felt like a puddle of the man he once was only seconds ago, before she said his name. A subtle code switch that he picked up on from her - a voice for talking to children, and a voice for adults. He felt his mind go blank and nearly asked her to talk to him as if he were a child, maybe then he wouldn't have been so enamored. 

He couldn't help but linger in the doorway to the classroom, the exposed skin of his arm leaning against the cool wood of the frame. Hands shoved into the pockets of track pants as he watched the woman retrieve papers from her desk. Only then did she meet his eyes and his breath hitched in his throat. She paused for a fraction of a second, her pace stuttering just before forcing her eyes to the ground and continuing on. 

This was terrible. 

“You can come in,” her voice was softer in comparison to her latter statement, nervous even. It made him second guess why he was here in the first place, despite the flicker of his daughter playing with a puzzle on the floor nearby.

“How are you?” He asked, trying to fight against the heat that wanted to surge to his face. He felt silly making small talk, the man always fell flat on his face when it came to it, but felt even sillier if he had said nothing at all. 

“Tired,” she spoke through a chuckle, and he could tell. Behind a, semi, forced smile was tired eyes and a look of exhaustion. It was only Wednesday, and he suddenly felt bad for making the meeting in the first place. “But I'm here. How about yourself?” 

“About the same as you,” he smiled. “Sorry again for wanting this meeting so early, it's the only time that worked.” An apology didn’t seem like it should be enough now that he looked at the woman. Albite pretty, she looked weary, burnt out, and he sensed a twinge of discontent - like she didn’t want to be there in the first place. Groveling may have been a better thing to do, but it wasn’t as if he had a choice in the time he chose. He exhausted all other options from a meticulous schedule that was downright impossible to change.

“Don't worry about it,” she shrugged, “I'm just glad you didn't want it way after school.” 

“Feels like a crime to make you stay that long.” 

“It should be.” She met his eyes again and smiled, one that seemed genuine rather than forced this time. And he watched her eyes flicker to the other side of the room after a moment. “We can sit back there,” she motioned towards a semi circle table in the back of the room. “It's a little cluttered, but it's better than sitting at a desk made for a second grader.” The table didn't seem cluttered in the slightest; occupied with stacks of papers and different containers, each having a different color that he only guessed was for ease of organization. 

She sat down, he followed, and began shifting the papers and containers over, now lining the edges with organized chaos than the latter neat piles. “Sorry,” she chuckled. “They come back here to work with me, so keeping everything neat is almost unheard-of.” 

He let a laugh pass his lips just before he cut his eyes to his daughter, then promptly returned his gaze to her. “Trust me, I know. She'll pull out everything and decide she doesn't even want to play anymore.” 

He felt his heart squeeze when she laughed in response, it was a laugh he could easily get used to, a laugh he wanted to hear more often than just at school. It was gentle, lighthearted, and voluntary - it didn’t feel like a laugh she had to force, as he suspected she did often. His mind kept circling back to the sound as she spoke; he didn’t even realize she had formally started the meeting just minutes ago. His thoughts were the furthest from where they should have been, as he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of her. 

Dazed, seemingly on cloud nine, he didn’t register that she spoke of grades, behavior, and reading level. He simply nodded along as he tried to memorize every detail of the woman in front of him: her eyes were dark and tired, she had smile lines on the sides of her lips, of which he guessed were from years of doing nothing but, her clothes were casual but nice despite the knowledge that children were frankly disgusting, and the side of her dominant hand was stained with multicolored marker, which he only imagined was the set up of a craft for later today. 

“Do you have any questions?” The sentiment jerked him back to the present, and his fuzzy mind cleared quickly once he realized he didn’t register a single thing she spoke about. “Anything you want to add, maybe?”

“When's the next time you're doing these meetings?” The only query that made headway in his mind left his lips at the same time; speaking without thinking, and noticing too late what managed to tumble from his tongue. 

“Conferences?” There was a sense of confusion riddled in her voice; if he were listening, he would have known that his daughter was doing just fine - excelling even. 

“Yeah,” he nodded. And despite his better judgment, he doubled down on the sentiment entirely. “When's the next time I can talk to you?” He watched the woman’s eyes widen, and for a moment he felt like an idiot until he noticed a barely there, bitten back smile. 

“You could always email me?” It was a subtle change in conversation, but one that both picked up on quickly. He was convinced the woman was trying to make his heart stop when she locked eyes with him, a cheekiness to the once serious discussion now diminished. “I respond pretty quickly actually.”

“Do you, now?” He leaned forward slightly, enough to rest his elbows against the table. At first the distance between the two was vast, professional, but he closed the door to professionality and locked it when he leaned in closer to her. She bit the inside of her cheek, still fighting the smile that desperately wanted to bloom on her lips. “That's good to know. But, I feel like I get a million emails every day. I'd never live it down if I missed one from you.” 

“Things happen,” she shrugged with a gentle chuckle. “Did you have a better alternative though?” It was then he realized she wasn’t talking to him like a teacher anymore; instead, the tone had shifted again. This was actually her - not a teacher, not a professional - her. A coy change in the color of her voice that made his heart do flips, but played upon regardless. 

“Getting your number was one.” 

The battle between her and her ever growing smile ultimately ended in defeat at his proposition. Her lips pulled upward in an inviting smile and she cast her eyes to the table, a sheepishness washing over her at the man’s boldness - but she couldn’t deny that she liked it. “It's not every day I give a parent my personal number.” 

“We don't need to talk about school.”

“Then what exactly would we talk about?” 

“If you're free this weekend, or any weekend really?” The question left his lips with ease, despite the nerves that overflowed him when he first entered. He saw her eyes flicker back up to meet his own, catching his gaze once more, to which his heart hammered in his chest. 

“What did you have in mind, Mr. Meian?” 

“We don't have to decide that now,” a cheeky reply as he flashed her a smile. “We have until Saturday to figure that out.”

“I guess we do.” She looked down again, biting at the inside of her cheek, before reaching next to her at a stack of sticky notes. “You better not use this to ask me questions about second grade math,” she teased as she wrote the number down. Her handwriting was pretty and neat, a whimsy to it that matched her job to a tee. Once done, she took it off the stack and handed it to him, their fingers briefly touching as he took it from her. There was a pause when their fingers met; her fingers were cold against his own and it sent a shockwave through him. He could die happy if he was able to feel that again. 

“That sucks. Because I've been really struggling with adding and subtracting.” He broke the brief silence with a boldness, one that looked all too good on him, and he smiled again. She rolled her eyes and laughed at his statement, “I’ll text you later today.”

“I hope you do.”

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hi mae! i’ve recently become obsessed with herbal teas and i noticed you have mentioned chamomile and jasmine tea in your fics lol. i am wondering if you would be interested in writing a remus or poly!marauders fic with an american reader who loves herbal teas and they kinda tease her about it (in a loving way of course)? i love your fics and i hope you have a lovely day whenever you read this <3

I love herbal teas! I fully support this obsession honey. Thank you for requesting!

cw: british slander, i love y'all but i'm besmirching your brand <3 (based largely on my own experiences lol, so perhaps not fully accurate)

Remus Lupin x american!reader ♡ 614 words

“This is so disappointing,” you sigh at the sight of Remus’ cabinet. 

“What?” he asks from the couch. 

“You told me you had tea.” 

“I do have tea.” 

“No, you only have this.” You take the box of Yorkshire Tea out of the cabinet, brandishing it where Remus can see. “This shit is nasty. Rubbish, as your folk say.” 

“Oh,” he laughs, “so you sail all the way across the ocean, take our teas with you, denounce our government, and then come back here to criticize, is that it?” 

You look at him darkly. “This is what the Boston tea party was really about. I get it now.” 

Remus beckons you toward the couch. You go, abandoning the boiling kettle since apparently there’s no point in searching the kitchen for anything good to drink. It’s only once you sit down on the couch and he takes your hand into his lap that you realize your mistake. 

Remus has a mollifying effect on you. It’s tragic, really. All it takes is a look, a shift in his tone, a small touch like this, and you’re pliant and boneless for him. 

“What sort of teas do you prefer?” he asks you softly, tracing the lines of your palm.

“I usually keep a variety,” you tell him, matching his tone. “Like cinnamon, or passionflower, or rooibos…have you heard of any of those?” 

Remus smiles, slow and sweet. “I have. Would you like whipped cream and sprinkles on those as well?” 

You laugh, rolling your eyes. You try to take your hand back, but Remus holds fast (you don’t make it hard for him), grinning at you. 

“That is so not fair. Just because y’all like your tea bland—”

“Say that one more time for me? Who all?” 

“—doesn’t mean my tastes are somehow unrefined.” You fix him with a hard stare, though your smile is untamable. “You’re being posh.”

Remus looks amused. “Never been accused of that one before,” he says. 

“Have you ever tried jasmine tea with a little bit of sweet creamer in it?” You raise your eyebrows at him. “Remus, you’re really missing out.” 

“Alright.” He stands, taking your hand with him and giving it a tug when you don’t follow. “C’mon, up.” 

“Where are we going?”

“To make you a cuppa.” 

You giggle. “I can’t take you seriously when you call it that.” 

“Once you stop saying dude, we can talk about my diction.” 

“So mean,” you tsk, letting him pull you over in front of the kitchen counter. He pours the hot water from the kettle into a mug, placing a tea bag in it. 

“We’ll get this drinkable for you, love, don’t worry,” Remus murmurs, waiting until the tea is a deep brown before going to the fridge. He pours in heaps of milk and sugar, stirring with a look of mild distaste in his expression. “Alright, try.” 

You take the mug off the counter warily, blowing on it before putting it to your lips. 

You hum, and Remus lifts an eyebrow. 

“It’s…better.” 

“I’ve done my best,” he chuckles, taking it from you. “I’ve thrown all my principles and better sense out the window, and it’s still not up to your standards, hm?” 

“No, it’s not bad.” You steal the mug back, taking another sip and smacking your tongue against the roof of your mouth experimentally. “It’ll do.” 

Remus gives you an indulgent look. “I’m sure we can find you some jasmine tea if that’s what you want,” he offers. 

You shrug. “I was just at the grocery store, and I didn’t see any.” 

He tilts his head skyward, blowing out a long-suffering breath. “I think you mean the grocery, sweetheart.”

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Wildflower and Barley- L. Castellan

luke x fem! psyche! reader

“my coffee black, in my bed at 3. you’re too sweet for me.” -hozier

She was too good for him. Luke had realized that since the first day she had come to camp, but he still couldn’t help but want her.

She was impossibly beautiful, inside and out. She was brilliant, and she was a good fighter.

She was one of a kind. Psyche had no other demigod children, and while (Y/n) swore up and down that she inherited no powers from her mother, Luke thought otherwise.

She was intoxicating, she could fill your head with only thoughts of her until you were sure that your soul belonged to her. Everyone wanted her— either as a friend or a lover. Whenever she passed by, heads would turn to follow her.

And that included Luke. For awhile, he was content just being her friend. He couldn’t have her like that—he wasn’t good enough for her— but he was content to just be in her presence.

So he would watch from afar, want building up in him every time she’d smile or even just glance at him.

From an outsiders perspective, you would’ve thought the pair were dating. Luke flirted with her—(Y/n) flirted back too—but to Luke it was just a friendship, she was just being friendly.

And it was staring to drive him crazy—he saw the way girls and guys looked at her—Luke wanted to be the only one who could stare at her like that.

But he wasn’t hers, so it was just a stupid pipe dream.

I mean, she was perfect in his eyes. How could anyone so perfect like someone like him?

While he stayed up at night cursing the gods (more specifically his father) and put on a false show of confidence, she walked around with no worries or doubts following her, only butterflies her mother had undoubtedly sent.

She hadn’t been broken down by the world like he had, so he had decided that he would do anything for her to not be.

(Y/n) told him so many times that he didn’t need to protect her, but he never listened.

Which is how he found himself in the infirmary.

Luke scowled as he looked up at the ceiling, wincing a bit as it pulled at his split lip. (Y/n) was going to be so pissed at him, but he didn’t care.

‘They deserved it.’ He kept repeating to himself as he counted down the seconds until (Y/n) came and ripped him apart.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he heard the door to the infirmary burst open, frantic footsteps following it.

“Luke!” (Y/n)’s worried voice called out as she hurried over to him. “Annabeth told me you were in the infirmary.”

The brown haired boy opened his eyes and smiled at her, patting the spot beside him. “Hey, beautiful.”

(Y/n) frowned at him as she sat down, scanning his bruised face as she anxiously cracked her knuckles. “What happened?” She mumbled. Luke frowned as she tentatively reached out for his face, before hesitating and letting her hand fall back beside her.

“You can touch me, y’know?” He smirked as he grabbed her hand and rested it on his face. “It doesn’t even hurt that bad.”

“Jus’ don’t wanna hurt you..” She averted her gaze, but she kept her hand planted on his cheek.

Luke rolled his eyes fondly as he grabbed her free hand. “I don’t think you could ever hurt me, princess.” His brown eyes twinkled in triumph as she turned her head to glare at him, cheeks burning red.

“Don’t call me that.” She grumbled before pointing a finger at him. “And you’re evading my question! What happened to you!?”

Luke sat up straighter as he smiled bashfully, biting his cheek awkwardly. “Okay, so don’t get mad!”

“That’s an awful way to start this.”

“No— seriously, (Y/n).” He laughed. “Just let me explain.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes at him but shrugged, indicating for him to continue speaking.

“During sword training today, these two Ares boys were talking about you.” Luke sighed. “They were saying gross things— and y’know I couldn’t let them talk about you like that.”

“Man, I don’t know why she hangs around Castellan.” Luke heard one of the Ares boys sigh. His ears perked up at the mention of his name. He crept closer to the two boys, wanting to know what they were saying.

“I could treat her so much better—do her so much better.” The other snorted and winked at his friend. “She looks innocent but I bet she’s hiding some freaky secrets.”

Luke felt his face grow hot in anger as he realized the conversation was about his bestfriend—not to mention that they were talking about how they wanted to fuck her. It made him feel sick.

“Hey guys.” He frowned as he walked up to the boys, his hands grasping onto their shoulders. He could feel one of them tense up as he heard Luke’s voice, and it gave him a sick sense of satisfaction.

He didn’t think he was all that scary, but if he scared these guys enough to back off (Y/n), he would take it.

“Oh— hey, Luke.” One of them swallowed thickly as he turned his head to look at Luke.

His friend on the other hand, didn’t look as scared as he turned towards Luke with his chest puffed out.

“Hey man.” He smirked as he looked Luke up and down. “How’re you doing?”

“I was doing just fine, until I heard you talking about (Y/n) like that.” Luke crossed his arms with a glare.

“Don’t be so jealous, dude.” He scoffed as he ‘playfully’ punched Luke in the shoulder. “Just because she let you fuck doesn’t mean—”

And that was all it took for Luke to pull back his fist and connect it to the boys nose.

(Y/n) stared down at Luke with a small frown as he finished recounting his story. “Luke..” She began.

“I know, I know— you don’t like it when I get in fights.” Luke sighed and looked up at her with soft eyes, silently pleading her to not tell him off this time.

“I really don’t.” She mumbled as pulled on her necklace, it was a nervous habit of hers. “Especially fights about me.”

“Well, I’m your bestfriend.” He shrugged. “If I’m not going to defend you from creeps, what am I good for?”

(Y/n) frowned as she stared down at him, her eyes softening. “It just makes me feel bad when you get hurt because me.”

Luke sat up in the bed and tugged her into a hug. “M’ not getting hurt because of you.” He mumbled into her hair. “And anyways, you know I would do anything for you.”

(Y/n) wrapped her arms around him tightly. “I don’t care what other guys say about me, I’ve got you.” Her voice was muffled by his shirt, and Luke was sure she could feel his heart beating erratically.

‘Did she just… is she saying what I think she is?’ Luke pinched himself, this couldn’t be real.

“Luke?” Her voice pulled him away from his thoughts. She moved away from his chest and looked up at him, her cheeks bashfully red.

“Most guys wouldn’t get into fights over their best friend…” She trailed off, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

Luke swallowed as he looked down at her, he could feel his mind clouding with want.

She was right, most guys wouldn’t beat someone up because they wanted to fuck their bestfriend.

“Maybe.. it’s because I want to be more then your friend.” He breathed out as he leaned his head down. His breath fanned over her face as their noses brushed. He was so close he could taste it, but he’d never taste her without permission.

“Maybe I want you to be more then my friend.” (Y/n) smiled as she moved closer. Her lips brushed against his and it took everything in him not to take her right there.

“Please— kiss me.” His face burned red as he squeezed his eyes shut.

In an instant, (Y/n) had her lips firmly pressed against his. She threaded her fingers through his hair, careful to avoid his injuries, as she tugged him closer.

Luke felt his breath hitch as her lips moved against his in a frantic pace. Gods, he had been wanting this for so long and now he finally had it.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap, lips still attached to hers. He could feel himself start to lose his composure as she gasped into his mouth. She was so beautiful, he just wanted her—

“Luke.” (Y/n) pulled away from this kiss and stared down at him, wide eyed and breathless. “We’re in the infirmary.”

“And..?” Luke tilted his head as he squeezed her thighs.

“And you’re hurt!”

Luke smirked and grabbed her chin, bringing her down to him once more.

“Good thing we’re in the infirmary.”

[halfwayhearted]

Hello! I want to request a story about Pedri dating a tennis player, they being in a long distance relationship. If you are not familiar with tennis, It is no problem if you can't write it, i just saw that you are asking for requests and i said to myself, let's send one.

Have a good Day!

Disconnected — Pedri González.

Pairing: Pedri González x TennisPlayer!Reader

Summary: After a couple months of not being able to see your boyfriend due to your schedules not aligning, he seizes the opportunity to finally see you in action the moment it arises.

Word Count: 645+

Disclaimer/s — Tennis lingo might be sooo bad. IM SORRY.

A/N: The part where he records and smiles like an idiot is based off that one clip of him at that basketball game with Ferran and Eric, it actually made me sick to my stomach. OKAY. IDK HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS IM SO SORRY FUCK

It would be kept a surprise until your game starts.

Pedri had been dying to see you. Every time you had an opening, he wouldn’t, and whenever he had an opening, you wouldn’t. It was this constant back and forth, and neither of you could do anything about it, even if you really wanted to.

It wasn’t until you mentioned that you had a tennis game coming up and brought it up to him, just in case his plans would have changed, that he finally told you he wouldn’t be able to make it.

That was, well, a big, fat lie.

The second he heard he’d be free that day to go and watch, he didn’t let this one chance slip away.

Entering the stands, the man somehow managed to find a spot near the front of the court and settled in. He observed as each seat filled up over time. He’d never physically attended a tennis game before; he’d only ever watched you on the television or during practice in your backyard.

After he sees you entering the court following your warm-up and the coin toss with the umpire, a smile instantly spreads across his face. He eagerly takes out his phone, focusing the camera solely on you, capturing every single moment.

That’s when you do your daily scan of the crowd, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of Pedri—your boyfriend—all the way here to watch.

You shoot him a wide smile, your hand quickly lifting to wave at him, and you mutter an ‘I love you.’ He mouths it right back at you, his head tilting in that familiar, charming way that always manages to make your head spin. You’re sick.

Suddenly, all your doubts vanished in a matter of seconds. The only thing, or rather the only person, on your mind was him and… winning.

And to achieve that, you locked in quickly, using utmost precision and not allowing yourself to be distracted by the brunette, who was still, of course, watching you. Occasionally, he would take photos and videos of you; the rest of the time, his attention never wavered from you, not at all.

Only you.

The moment the match was over and you had won, you saw Pedri jump up, his hands clapping with a gaze so proud it could’ve made you tear up. You didn’t. Instead, you waited until you knew you could actually have a proper conversation.

While he waited outside, you spotted him as you emerged from the locker room. You ran into his arms, wrapping yours around his neck as he held you tightly by the torso. “You came! You said you weren’t able to, you liar. I’m so glad you came.”

“Surprise, cariño,” he mutters into your shoulder.

Gently placing a kiss on his jaw, you pull back to gaze up into his eyes. “When do you have to leave? Do I get at least a couple more hours?”

“I’m all yours for the rest of today and tomorrow.”

“What the hell? Well, come on, come on! We’re in a time crunch. How does dinner sound? I’ll—”

Pedri interjected. “I’ll pay. You won, so it’s only fair I treat the winner to a free dinner. Not that I’d let you pay in the first place anyway. Let’s go.”

“Blah, blah, blah. Fine! You get to choose though.”

“Deal, come on, campeón.” The nickname caused you to roll your eyes, yet you took it nonetheless, too excited that he’s even here to say anything.

Being in a long-distance relationship was tough, but you both knew it wouldn’t always be this way. It was just a step closer to finally being able to be together all the time, every single day. It was just a matter of time, and neither of you could wait.

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DT(s) — @pedriache + @spidybaby + @lechrts + @gadriezmannsgirl + @iovepoem + @sakashq + @joaoflms ! ౨ৎ (I hope it was semi to your liking, gulps.)

[bellatrixscurls]

pairing : artrick x reader

warnings : mentions of sexual toys, patrick being mean (just for a sec), flirting.

hear me out,, sexshop workers art and patrick. except, they are together and pat convinced art to get a job there, so they can get each other off and fuck whenever the shop isn’t as busy.

so what happened when one time, you didn’t see the closed sign on the door during one of their “breaks”, and you walked in. the place was noisy, vibrators turned on, but it seemed to be more than that. you moved around and there was nobody there. you almost went to walk out BUT right before you were out of earshot, you heard what sounded like wood hitting a wall, repeatedly.

“hello?” you called out softly, and the sound immediately stopped. “fuck you, pat. i told you it was a bad idea!” you heard someone curse under their breath, before the door that said “staff only” opened and revealed two guys, their faces flushed and you could swear that you saw one of them tucking it in last minute.

they eyed you for a moment, and the blonde one went to speak, but was cut off before he could say anything. “didn’t you see the fucking sign that says closed?! you just walk in like it’s your damn house and-” “patrick, shut up!”

the aforementioned boy turned to you once again, eyes wide and a look of embarrassment on his face, because you just had to have heard them. “i’m so sorry about my colleague. what are you looking for today?” he smiled politely and you realise that you forgot what you were, in fact, looking for.

“my colleague” the other one, patrick, said under his breath, rolling his eyes as he followed you and art around the store.

“i’m just looking for an… egg, i think that is? it’s on my best friend’s birthday wishlist and i’m pretty sure it’s not about a normal egg” you rambled, fiddling with your fingers, because never have you ever thought that you’d actually go into a sexshop, and even worse, that two hot guys would have to check you out.

art gave you a tight-lipped smile and turned his back to you, seemingly looking for said egg. god, is it embarrassing. “excuse me for a minute, i have to look in the back room.”

and just like that, you were left with patrick for a good two minutes, and the smug smile he was giving you did nothing to soothe your nerves. you had a feeling that wasn’t what he meant to do anyway. “so, never been in a sexshop before?”

you sighed, there we go. “what gave it away?” you tried to smile at him, ignoring your nerves and the way your palms were sweating just from looking at him.

“eh, just figured” he responded nonchalantly, the smirk still present on his face. he made a quick turn, now fully facing you and your eyes widened slightly. “what do you think about my colleague?”

“s-sorry?” you responded, startled by his directness. but he didn’t say anything, just arched his brow at you. “he is pretty” you cleared your throat, looking anywhere but at him.

patrick grinned widely, his blue eyes analysing every inch of you. “just pretty?” he pouted. that fucker. “i think he’d have many more things to say about you. i saw they way you looked at each other.”

“oh, it’s not that. i mean, i look at you just the same, so it’s not-” you sighed, now you really were fucked, “i heard you guys, back there. i don’t want you to think that i like your boyfriend or colleague or-”

“you talk so fuckin’ much.. it’s cute” he nodded to himself and your face instantly reddened. this guy was trying to fuck with your head. he leaned in when he heard the door open, art’s footsteps closer and closer. “you gotta know though, these things are magic” he pointed toward the vibrators, specifically at a large purple one. “me and my boyfriend can help you pick one out the next time you come.”

patrick quickly retreated and you turned, startled, to see art holding several of what seemed to be eggs in his hands, all different colours and shapes. “hey, you have any idea what size would your friend be fond of?”

he was so fucking cute.

[untitlednerd]

"See? I told you chocolate helps everything."

Remus Lupin x Female Reader

Summary - Whenever things become a bit too overwhelming in life, you know Remus will always be by your side.

Warnings - subtle mentions of potential/past SH, but nothing specific, as I wanted to leave it up to interpretation, as it could be imagined without it as well. Other than that, just overthinking, anxiety, sadness, and Remus being the best boyfriend ever.

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Everything was okay.

Well, at least you thought It was. But your mind always had to change and ruin everything. And then what was once peace and quiet, turned into chaos and noise.

Sometimes it felt like a war was happening inside your head. It was constant, no matter how good or bad things were. If you were happy and calm, then it was as if those in the war took time to dispose of their dead, and regroup for another day. But when it was bad, it was like a bloodbath. Brutal and seemingly neverending.

To be honest, you never meant to let it get this far again. Remus had made you promise to talk to him whenever you even started to have one little bad thought, but with classes, and friends, and life, you forgot to take care of yourself.

The schoolwork was part of the reason your anxiety got worse. It was always there, festering in the back of your mind, and only bring brought to the service when it was set off, like a candle turning into a blazing fire. First school stress, and then people stress. If you were too worried about school, then how could you make sure everyone else was okay? And if you couldn't make sure that they were okay, then would they still even like you? Maybe your slight absence would make them finally realize that you're not enough, and then they'd drop you. Maybe Remus would finally realize that you're a horrible person, and a bad girlfriend, and eventually dump you.

"Stop." You heard his voice inside your head, forcing yourself to take a deep breath. Why were you like this? One little thought, or feeling, could set you off and change the course of your whole day. The class anxiety changing forms into friend anxiety, then to insecurities and not feeling like enough. Now that you felt less than enough, you didn't want to do anything at all. What was the point in trying in school or trying with your friends? If you'd never amount to anything for anyone, then why try at all? Maybe you were just destined to rot in your bed, like you were doing right now.

You laid on your side, pinching your forearm slightly, as if trying to force yourself to feel something. Although, it's not as if you didn't think about doing anything else. Things you've done before. But you couldn't. Physically? Yes, of course you could. But Remus. Sweet Remus. When he found out before, he looked so broken, and you promised to go to him if you ever felt that way again. Thankfully, you had enough willpower to do so, considering you had sent him a note via owl that morning after deciding to not attend your classes for the day, to which he informed you that he'd visit right after the school day was over. Was that technically the same as going to him? Yes, and no. Considering the fact that you hadn't even left the room, you considered it a victory that you left your bed to write the note in the first place.

If you told him it was urgent, he would have shown up sooner, but he was a good student, and you didn't want him to worry. You just told him you wanted some company, and that you had been feeling a little down lately.

Hours later, when classes were over, you were spaced out, not able to tell if you were awake or asleep when the door to your dorm finally opened, and you felt a weight dip into the bed behind you.

After feeling a soft kiss on your cheek, you then felt a hand, his hand, grab yours, kissing the back of it, and then kissing the part of your arm that you had been pinching earlier, as small red marks now adorned it.

"Hi," you whispered, bringing his hand to your mouth next, and returning his gesture by kissing it, and then intertwining your fingers with his as you turned over to face him.

"Hi, lovely girl." He replied softly, his smile just as gentle when his face came into view, and he was happy that you were now facing him. His eyes searched yours, as if putting the puzzle pieces of the recent moments of your life together, even if he hadn't been there every second of the time it started to get bad again. "Hug?"

He always asked for a hug before giving you one whenever you were overwhelmed like this, as sometimes physical touch could be hard to emotionally process when already feeling overstimulated and overwhelmed from your emotions. So, never wanting to push you, he always asked for things like that. Small touches, like kisses and holding hands, were something that you didn't mind him doing without asking. If you didn't want the contact, then you would have already pulled away.

After thinking for a moment, and taking a breath, telling yourself you were about to be hugged, and that you deserved the comfort, you nodded. He shifted closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back soothingly.

"Wanna talk about it, or do you just want to stay like this?" He asked, wanting to give you time to collect your thoughts, or even to give as little or as much information as you were able to manage at this time.

"Both," you sighed, burying your face in his chest, although realizing you'd now have to talk a bit louder for him to be able to hear you. "I've just been overthinking. Again. It feels like a routine now. First classes, then stressing, then I'm not doing enough, then everything becomes too much and I can't even get out of bed. Which is stupid, considering nothing even happened other than me letting myself freak out."

Remus stayed quiet, letting you speak until you were finished, taking your head away from its hiding place in his chest so that he could place a kiss on your forehead. "It's not stupid at all."

"It's not?" You asked, brows furrowing slightly.

"No, love. It isn't stupid, and you aren't stupid. Everyone, like a cup being filled with a beverage, has a limit. I realize this is a random analogy, but I'm trying to think quickly here," he chuckled. "What I'm trying to say is that everyone has a certain amount of things they can handle before they need a break. And it's not saying that others can handle things better than you, nor is it that they can handle things in a worse manner. Everyone is different."

"But why does it feel like I got the weaker side of it all? I barely lasted in a few days of stress before it all came tumbling down–" He cut off your rant with another kiss to your hand.

"Nothing about you is weak, or wrong, or messed up. You've gone awhile without having any moments like this whatsoever, and for that I am so proud of you. But with feeling better, there's also the possibility of knowing things can get hard again, but knowing how to manage it better if it ever does. And you did." You didn't believe him, but he continued to speak before you could voice your doubts, or even continue thinking about them.

"You reached out to me. You may not have ran straight to my dorm, but you reached out. You asked for me to be here, and if you didn't want to be talking about this, then I would have laid here with you until you were ready, or until you wanted to go be social again." He sat up, gently pulling you to sit up with him, cupping your face between his hands. "Nothing is wrong with you. You are beautiful, in every way possible. The way you love, the way you laugh, the way you make others feel. You draw others to you in such a positive way, and that's what matters. That's what's real. Not your thoughts, not what is telling you that you're not enough." If you weren't tearing up earlier, then you definitely were now.

"Everyone gets stressed about classwork. I have been plenty of times, and you've adapted to my abruptly changed schedules whenever I've wanted to take more time to study, or to finish homework before hanging out with you, so that I could have my full attention on you. I can promise you, that no one thought any differently of you. No one is better without you, and no one would be happier without you. And if you are struggling with school, you can always ask me or any one of our friends for help. If you are struggling at all, you can always come to us, love. We love you, and we want you to know that you are loved."

He moved his thumbs, gently wiping your tears away before reaching down into his bag, and pulling out a chocolate bar. After breathing a few pieces off, he held them up to you. You took them with a small smile, and a sniffle, nibbling on the pieces.

"See? I told you chocolate helps everything," he said as he put the chocolate away, although you knew that if you wanted more, he'd give you all the chocolate he had.

You quickly moved forward, hugging him tightly. In moments like these, it was hard to convey how you felt in words to him, especially when he expressed himself with his own words so beautifully. All you could do is hold him tightly, and tell him what you did know was true.

"I love you, Rem."

"I love you, too, sweet girl."

[unhinged-simp]

Can I request the frostheim and vagastrom ghouls with an s/o that was pretty famous back when they were still not cursed since they do like some small acting gigs and some modeling ones too

(I'm kinda imagining Leo's face when he sees an edit of his s/o lmao) Please take your time with this! <33

Frostheim and Vagastorm with an s/o who's famous

Yess!! Thank you for requesting! I like this! Also it was my first time writing for Tohma, so I hope I got him right. I was gonna do it in a different way, but I think this one is good.

This is why I asked the Y/N question, and even though it's not finished, I looked to see which one had the most votes. It's only present in Jin's and only for a brief moment.

(The funny thing is despite being bright orange, I almost always can't find Sho's banner for a minute.)

Jin knew you were famous, but he never really looked into it, that was until a random general student approached you.

They asked if you were (Y/N), and when you confirmed it, they asked for your autograph.

When you finished, Jin asked about it. When you tell him that you did some acting and modeling gigs before you got, he's honestly surprised and a bit interested.

He starts researching all the things you did. He watched all the movies or TV shows you acted in, and started collecting any magazines you were in.

He became your biggest fan all in one night.

He'd purchase clothes for you to model in, and if you want him to he’ll take pictures.

He knows you can't go back until your curse is broken, but he’ll try to help in anyway he can.

Tohma knew who you were when he saw you. He’d seen you online, but he never really looked into you.

When you two started dating, you told him that you were famous, not wanting to hide anything from him, not that you could anyways.

Tohma looked into all the movies and TV shows that you did. He'd watch them, curious to see what you’d acted in.

He’d make his lock screen a character that you played, though he had to narrow it down cause he liked all the characters you played.

He'd also look into you modeling, but it didn’t capture his attention as much as your acting did.

He’d get outfits that he'd think look good on you, and have you model them if you ever mention wanting to do it.

He’ll even manage an account for you if you ever want to post modeling pictures again.

Kaito has the feeling he's seen you before. Then it hits him, it's his favorite actor and model.

He's freaking out that he's actually met (Y/N), and that he's dating you.

He asks for your autograph when he meets back up with you.

He's showing you all the tiktok edits of you, ones that he liked beforehand.

He started watching all your movies, and loves every character you play even if most of them are background characters. He's also watching any TV shows you're in, but only the scenes that you're in.

He has every modeling picture of yours saved on his phone, and he looks at them whenever he has a bad day.

He's making so many tik tok edits of you and your characters. He's your number 1 fan.

Luca has never heard of you, at least until you told him.

He's interested in what you do, even when you tell him it's just small stuff.

He's sitting down watching everything that you're in, gushing over every character you play.

He also goes through every photo of your photoshoots that he can find, and he's showering you with all the praise he can.

He has a photo of a character you play as his lock screen, and a modeling picture of you as his home screen.

He’d be your cameraman if you ever decided you wanted to model again.

He’d follow any social media accounts you have, and like and comment on them, as he looks through them.

Alan had no idea that you’re famous, at least until Leo and other Vagastorm students recognized you.

When he asks about how they know you, you mention that you’re famous. Alan is surprised and curious about it.

He asks Leo how to find whatever movies and TV shows you've been in. He helps him and explains how to do it.

He starts watching the movies and TV shows and is immediately drawn to your character, whether that be a background character or a main character.

Leo would also show him you modeling pictures, which also interests Alan. 

He's not good at technology, so he'd ask you how to like the photos that you’d post. Even still, he's your biggest fan.

Leo was scrolling through his tiktok, when he saw an edit of someone who looked like you.

He’d laugh and send a screenshot of it to you, but then you'd drop the bombshell that it was you.

He’d be so bewildered at your response for a couple minutes, but then he'd question you.

He's watching everything you did, poking a bit of fun at the characters you play, but he still loves all of them.

He has all your modeling pictures saved, and he's hoping you’d post more.

He'd post pictures of you on his tiktok, essentially bragging that he was dating you. 

He'd run a fan account that’s just about you, but he wouldn’t tell anybody.

Sho’s seen you from a movie you starred in. 

It was his favorite character, and he was excited that you two were dating.

He'd pester you into watching your stuff, and having a movie marathon.

He's also binging your shows. His favorite characters are always the ones you play.

He didn’t realize you did modeling too. When you tell him that you do, he's finding as many as he can.

He'd post a couple of photos of you and him, and laugh at all your fans wishing they were him.

He would be on all your socials, eagerly looking forward to your next post.

[xaila-space]

SAMS rant

Dont come after me, this kinda seems like me defending nexus but meh. If you dont like it or if you cant discuss in a respectfull manner then dont bother to see or talk about it.

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Im kinda questioning if anyone told solar or moon about nexus being locked up

Heck i dont even know if lunar or earth knew about it.

The only one who know about this are Sun, Monty and Jack.

I believe Jack thinks that solar already knows and if not then idk.

Here is what im talking about (Recap)

Nexus was planning to kill either bloodmoon or ruin to change their dimensionl energy with solars so solar has a "spot" to fill

Nexus chose bloodmoon for that "sacrefice" and everyone was against it. Saying that solar wouldnt want him to kill someone for him,that it is a bad idea and all. After a while they saw nexus as a "threat" (ig) so they had to take action. Puppet let Sun do something cause nexus is his brother and sun has the right here to "choose" what to do with him. Sun proceded to lock nexus up in a cell commanding the computer to shock nexus whenever he tried to escape. Later on monty came by to check out if moon was retrievable and if he wanted to come back, nexus told monty he wasnt allowed inside his head , that didnt bother monty tho. He commanded the computer to shock nexus until he was uncouncious wich it did. Monty talked to moon inside nexus's head and both agreed on getting moon out was the best option here.

K so that happened.

Here is what i got to observe

Moon comes back, apolegized to sun. Sun tells moon about everything that happend. Just kinda in short.

I mean sure maybe sun left some stuff out, probably some stuff that made nexus seem like a victim here. Obviously moon isnt gonna question that, he trusts his brother and believes his word over others. I mean all moon knows is that nexus had so many thoughts at once and then suddendly it was silence. So i think he tried to put two and two together with what he heard and his conclusion, "yup, that guy went insane".

Thats practically mooms forst impression of nexus.

Minus him being able to personally talk to nexus inside their head, he briefly got to see how nexus WAS like.

Solar on the other hand CLEARLY wouldnt just take anything for an answer.

Seeing his reaction solar obviosuly wanted to know EVERYTHING that happened. Here is why i think sun didnt tell him about nexus being locked up. Solar would NEVER just brush that off as if its a normal thing. Solar once mentioned that he dosent like rooms (ep. When he first came to that dimension asking nexus if he could move in) and that was told in a way of like idk kinda giving off that he was probably locked inside a room or put inside a room to be "abused" by his moon (since some people theorize that and it sounds like something that could have happened im gonna be assuming it actually happened). So as someone who was locked away himself he wouldnt just see that as something you can do to everyone. I mean sure sun probably told him that nexus had a breakdown for solar, nexus went insane for solar, nexus wanted to kill for solar but never have i EVER seen sun mentioning nexus was treated like shit. And yes people could say "but maybe he said it off screen" MF SOLAR WOULD STILL NOT SEE THAT AS A GOOD THING. HELLO?

As messed up as it sounds and idc if people hunt me down for this. I feel like sun only mentioned the parts that makes HIM sound like a victim here, and nexus as the bad evil guy.

Yes maybe i am getting to far with this but ot really just seems like the only logical thing for me.

Speaking of logical

People say that when moon put sun in that magical box was a bad thing. But when sun does it to nexus its suddendly a good thing? Sun also almost went through slme sort of search for one person to KILL and we justify that but when nexus does it it suddendly people are like "yeh you cant do that, killibg is bad bohoo"

And trust me i am seeing it from both sides, Sun KNOWS how bad that feels like and STILL did it to nexus. Thinking its a good thing, are you fucking kidding me?

So as long as the "hero" of the story does it its suddendly justice? But when someone else does it then its "yeh no thats an evil guy"

This really angers me so much.

Maybe i really am just overthinking it but i cant think of any other way this could have gone.

[vicolette]

if you're writing for Marc Bernal, please write something where reader is having a hard time explaining her feeling and he asks her because he's confused "suddenly you act like.. you want me and then you pull away". and maybe she just stays silent after a quiet apologize and he just sits next to her and the reader breaks, crying from the overwhelmed thoughts and emotions and he soothes her? sorry if its difficult to understand! x

Lover's Observations !

– A/N : I understand this very well dw (i hope) !! Also js a head ups I write for every Barca player, idk about other team's players tho…

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n & pet names, angst, mentions of insecurities, not proofread, title doesn’t suit to the story…

"Y/n, can we talk?"

The school's cafeteria was obnoxiously loud as always, but you couldn't hear anything as you stood up from your seat and bid goodbye to your friends. Maybe it was just something small, like Marc needing help with some homework or wanting to get something at the vending machines.

It was a painful sight to see you tense up once you've heard his voice, yet Marc waited and watched as your friends turned their heads to look at him – everyone, except you.

As you followed him out, still avoiding his gaze, he was pissed. Ever since he had told Lamine about you and he had told him that he 'talks, as if he was in love with you', he tried his absolute best to make you somehow fall for him. Sure, it would take him a while and Marc understood it, but he didn't understand you.

You, who would give him a smile that could lighten up the room, yet still step out of his way and freeze in place whenever his name was mentioned.

When your friends waved you goodbye as you decided to just go alone with it and get over this, Marc sensed how you seemed more stiff than usual. The usually confident Y/n that he fell in live with, was nowhere to be found.

However, he gave it no thought as you both walked out of the cafeteria into a secured quiet spot, standing in the middle of the hallway where normally no kids were to be seen. His back was turned to you, yet it only made him more intimidating.

"I noticed that you seemed… off these days." Once he said that, Marc turned around to face you and directly communicate with you, but once he had seen you, he narrowed his eyes.

You looked weird – not in a bad way, obviously, but you were suspiciously tense. Sure, his words might have been a bit harsh (if you'd look at it in that way), but you were going to understand.

The only question was, if he could understand you.

"It’s nothing."

"C'mon, Y/n. We’re together." As he took a few steps closer, his footsteps quiet yet clear, he wrapped an arm around your waist and sighed softly, trying to convince you that it indeed wasn’t 'nothing'. "I know better than that."

You placed a hand on his shoulder, avoiding his gaze. Whether you wanted to push him away or pull him into a hug, you didn’t know, but you knew that you weren’t ready to say anything regarding the issue at hand.

"Talk to me, baby." Marc mentally cringed at the pet name, silently praying for such a situation to never happen again in order to not need to call you that. The name Y/n was already pretty enough.

All of a sudden, the tears spilled out of your eyes as you hid your face on his shoulder. Marc froze at the feeling, not moving an inch as he waited for you to explain whatever was going on.

Truth be told, you yourself didn’t even know how to say it, how you were so unsure about your relationship. It made you cry at night out of shame, yet you now understood that it was better to talk it out.

"Sorry, sorry…" He was slightly shocked at first, but nonetheless was quick to soothe you in hopes of calming you down.

"I just… I'm overwhelmed by this, by the relationship, y'know?" It sounded wrong, so wrong, yet it was the truth. You didn’t know what to do. Your friends didn’t know about your hidden shared secret, he was always busy, and there were thousands of other women who he could have chosen.

Silence overtook the room as he blinked in confusion, trying yet failing to find a solution to this. You were still crying, although not as much as before, so he had to be careful with his words.

Breaking up was not an option.

"Everyone has thoughts like these, Y/n. Don’t feel guilty." His hand cupped your face as he wiped your tears away, kissing you on your forehead to calm you down. It was like a magical spell, the way you seemingly felt lighter than just previously. "It’s normal. Even so, you know that I love you, and that’ll never change."

"But-" He shushed you with a finger on your lips and a smile, shaking his head at how you still didn’t understand him.

"Ah-ah-ah. You’re an angel, Y/n. Nobody does it like you." Your heart melted at his words, finally showing your face to him as he beamed with joy, pressing another kiss on your cheek.

"You sounded so cheesy." He raised an eyebrow in sarcasm, looking at you up and down before rolling his eyes. You were back to the usual Y/n – the relentlessly teasing and funny one.

"I was comforting you, idiot."

"I know."

– A/N : why did I never write for this fine shyt? also so so so sorry for taking so long I had a math exam to study for!! It was surprisingly easy tho

[the-fo0l]

Spencer Reid x gn!reader hcs

Notes: lotta spencer content has him as an asshole, pregnancy, angst, smut, insecure reader...so here's some classic fluff

Warnings: fluff!, earlier seasons reid +he's kind of a simp (and a bit subby ;))

the way his eyes just absolutely light up whenever he sees you <3

the man's a total genius, but only in the book-smart way, socially, he's a little...stunted

he's very much not used to any proper form of love, so you're gonna have to be a bit patient with him while he gets used to it

but believe me he is trying his very best cause he does not want to dissapoint you

at first he thought your love of his rambles was just a way to make fun of him

but since you seem to actually like listening to him talk, he'll take the opportunity to ramble to you about anything and everything on his mind

which the team appreciates, he has an outlet to rant to, someone to attend his geeky events with, and most importantly, someone reliable to support him

(they are still annoyed when he's constantly on the phone with you, meanwhile there's an active crime scene a few meters away)

before you two started dating he probably already considered you his best friend who he totally neverrrr had a crush on (sarcasm)

he was blushing, stuttering, jittery mess when he asked if he may be your boyfriend

and yes, that's how politely he asked

or at least he tried to, you had to cut off his blabbering with a "yes"

how could you ever say no to such a charming, lovable, polite young man

plus yk...he's cute as hell

the type to go out of his way to wake up early to make your coffee and breakfast just the way you like

wearing matching rings, either with each other's initials or some nerdy inside joke

he absorbedly teases the ring on his finger when he misses you

whenever someone mentions you he gets visibly more engaded in the conversation, and the team teases him like crazy for it

like, sometimes the crew'll pretend to be talking about you and watch how reid immediatly perks up from whatever file he was buried in and turns to look where the he heard your name be spoken. and he falls for it every. fucking. time

gushes to you about any new interesting books, reseach, interesting statistics, facts, events etc

in a similar vein, he'll get caught in gushing to the gang about how cool and smart and funny his partner is

rizzes you up w magic tricks

but can't handle you flirting with him, he's smiling like an idiot and bashfully looking away, with his face all red

a lot of people say he wouldn't like pda, and i get it, but i think if you've been together long enough and he feels comfortable around you he's not shy about expressing it, verbally or physically

i mean yeah, it's not "all up in your face" pda, it's with smaller affectionate gestures

vents all his thoughts, concerns and emotions out to you, and listens attentively and patiently when you have to vent

falls in love with you all over again listening to you get caught up talking about your interests/opinions

man's capable of easily retaining encyclopedias worth of info, so anything and everything you tell him gets commited to his database of a mind

be it the most insignificant gossip or tiniest detail about your childhood, you best belive he's never forgetting that shit

tries his best to not profile you or try to explain your emotions to you, but really he dosen't need to be told twice when it comes to learing the intricacies of realationship ettiquette

he's never dated anyone before and he's about as nervous as he is excited

deeply fears disappointing you, hates the thought of being a burden to you, so hearing affirmations of your love verbally means a lot

more than anything he needs a solid positive presence to help him deal with his emotions

so if he's had a really bad day, or a rough case, he comes to your front door and just totally breaks down and falls into your arms, crying into your shoulder

if anything traumatic were to happen to him, you're the first person he needs to be there

and if he woke up in a hospital bed he'd immediately start asking for you, rather frantically too

and if the event is traumatic enough, he may become a bit codependent, at least for a week during the recovery process

used to get jittery around you from nerves, now it's from the uncontainable happiness he feels being around you

his kisses are so shy and inexpirenced but also so, so needy and desperate

he'd die if you ever custom made a puzzle or quiz with questions about your relationship, like he'd be so overjoyed, literally would never shut up about it

(he'd nail it ofc)

reid usually isn't one for physical affection, like, not at all

but it's completely the opposite with you, he can't seem to keep himself away

and the guy is starved for touch...or really affection of any kind, so whenever he can, he clings onto any part of you he can

sits on your lap facing you, it's like you guys' favorite relaxing position, it's so intimate

follows you around like a puppy, all giddy and stupid with love

always holds your hand or onto your forearm while walking beside you

cuddles very close, tightly intertwined with you

you'll have to squirm and push while he just pulls himself closer into the crook of your neck

or yk just tickle his sides when he least expects it

reads to you, odds are whatever book it is, he's already read it, dozens of times over if it's a classic or scientific. he very well could just recite it but if there wasn't a book to look at, he'd have to look at you which would make him get distracted and trail off

which you'd, of course, playfully tease him for

in conclusion, you're never allowed to break up with him, i don't make the rules, it's the law

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not wanting to hang out with my boyfriend’s best friend?

My [33F] boyfriend’s [30M] (we’ll call him R) best friend (30s M) (call him D) is chronically late but also never communicates anything. I have ADHD and like I get it. I have all the patience in the world for people who are late if they communicate they will be late. But D will never communicate anything, ever.

R and D have a standing game night on Fridays where they go for dinner and play board games. D “normally” comes between 4-5pm. He picks up his kids from school at 3:30, drops them home with his partner and then drives over. It is a 30 minute drive. But in the past, both on regular Friday meetings, and for other meetups, he has been significantly late (3 hours, once!) without saying a word all day.

R wants me to join them on Friday evenings. I don’t have a traditional ‘job’ but I am a crafter with many things to do and also, as mentioned, I have ADHD. Part of that means I really need a specific time to go and do something otherwise I will just be stuck in like “wait mode” all day unable to do anything because I don’t know when I need to stop doing it. The first time I went out with R & D I did lose the whole day (no work done) because we could get no actual information from D on when he was coming, and he ended up not arriving until after 5pm.

I told D I didn’t appreciate not being able to properly plan my day, and that providing a heads up about these things is generally considered polite. I also made it clear afterwards to R that if D continued to not communicate anything and just “turn up whenever, at some point after 4, maybe” then I would not be joining them on board game nights. 

Today I once again only had “4-5ish, I guess” but by 4:30 not only was D not here but R had heard nothing from him, and suspected he had not even left. I told R I was not coming, I had already mostly lost the day - having stopped work several hours before - but I would at least be reclaiming the evening.

At 5:15 R called me to say that D had been arranging to have his partner come, and had been sorting out childcare (in the form of D’s mum). He at no point earlier in the day had said anything about this to R. In fact they hadn’t spoken at all. D then told R they would be leaving at around 5:45, so wouldn’t be here until at least 6:15.

I reiterated that I would not be coming. It was a boundary I set before and was very clear about, and was now enforcing it. D could have said much earlier that he was planning on inviting his partner, would have to arrange childcare, and would likely be later than usual. He chose not to do that, so I am choosing to not go.

R then got upset with me and said he would not be coming over to spend the night at my place the following evening (we have a normal routine on who stays where which days, and he knows unexpectedly changing that without any discussion at all will also mess with my ability to do things. The routine is important to me) because I was being unfair. 

I told him, again, it’s a firm boundary for me. People who won’t communicate anything at all when you have plans (even loose ones) aren’t respecting other people’s time. Even if that’s not the intention it’s still just… rude to the other person. Other people still have lives when you’re not there, and expecting everyone else to just be ready for “whenever” you feel like showing up without a word is not ok. Again, if it happens only once in a while because Shit Happens that’s different. But if it’s every time, with everyone, forever, then really you’re just a bit inconsiderate.

R says he doesn’t feel that way because he doesn’t have anything going on so it doesn’t bother him, so he isn’t upset with D (even though I have things on, so it does impact and bother me, his partner) but he is upset with me because I am “making him feel bad”. D’s complete lack of communication and lateness is not the problem, the fact I am annoyed about it and choosing to stay home is the problem. I said it is not fair to blame me for this turn of events when (unlike D) I was VERY clear beforehand that I wouldn’t be going if this happened, and that if nothing else he should still be at least a little annoyed with D for not respecting my time after I’d already spoken to him about it.

Instead of actually sitting D down and properly telling him “look I don’t have things to do but L does and it does bother her when you don’t communicate anything so it is messing with her work when you do this and that is not ok”, R then said he just won’t invite me to anything ever again. So I can’t be upset if he’s late.

AITA for refusing to go to board game night?

What are these acronyms?

[serxinns]

Could you do a yandere class 1A where reader is Aizawa’s kid?

Teachers Kid

(yan! Class 1a and platonic Yan aizawa x Aizawas kid reader

Tw: Mentions of abuse, Neglect and cheating

Aizawa was very overprotective of you as a kid Ever since your mom neglecteded you, cheated on him, and left the both of you with another scumbag, he remembered the way you reached your little toddler hands towards her while the snake cling to the scum's arm while they both giggled leaving while she said her final goodbyes it wasn't any Genuine he can hear how eager she was to leave this family the door shutted and you started crying calling out to the snake to come back with ur little grabby arms his heart stung he promised to protect you and to make you don't gotta deal with it again but 1st he had to take care of that woman...

•You lived with your dad your mom wasn't present in your life your dad told you that she did something really bad and now she's getting "Punished" Aizawa homeschooled you through elementary school to middle school it was fun at 1st but you felt a little sad when other kids played with their friends brought back cool stuff like toys and candy while you were stuck in the house either training with him with or without your quirk

•at a young age you dreamed of being a hero like your father and go to UA to be just like him as much as Aizawa loved to look up to you he could never let you be a hero but always shut the topic down with a strict warning you kept pressuring him trying to convince him, bribe him anything you even did the puppy eyes he secretly loves so much but he stood his ground and said no his final answer

•Aizawa was teaching his boring lesson to the class when he heard his ringtone but it wasn't his usual ringtone "Dad pumpkin spit a hairball in your shoe" he quickly turned his phone off flushed red in embarrassment he slowly turned to see the class in shock and some of them giggling a bit "YOU HAVE A CHILD?!"

• the classrooms were in chaos they were now fixated on their teacher's kid they were all asking questions about ur description, Quirk, Personality everything they wanted to know everything about you, Aizawa quickly quieted them down "Everyone needs to quiet down! Yes that's is my kid they're the same age as you all and is are HAPPLIY homeschooled that's it now let's continue " the class tried to answer more questions but Aizawa shut it down completely which made the class groan while Aizawa looked annoyed in the outside in the inside he was panicking, his class all discovered about you and they seem eager

•Even after school they all couldn't stop thinking about you whenever someone mentioned you in their heart. started to race and started to blush they haven't even met you yet so why do they feel this way... They gather around starting to wonder what are you

•while Aizawa was driving home he was just panicking even more his class found out about you he thought he was hiding. you so well why did he have to slip up he didn't want to put you in public high school it was just too dangerous especially if villains are now spawning up more commonly and he thought of something something he didn't like but it was his only choice

•"Y/N!, Kid we need to talk" you walked downstairs to see that your father was looking really serious like this was gonna be a long talk you gulped mentally "yea Dad also did you get my voicemail?" "That's the one we're talking about," your father said his eyes narrowing at you "But another thing since villains these days are commonly targeting heroes these days and I was worried about what would happen to you when you're home alone so I decided to nezu about enrolling you to Ua High-" just when you said that you jumped in his arms hugging him so tight "YES YES THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU" Aizawa may be defeated and nervous but seeing you bleamed up like you used to as a kid made him think you'll be fine "Alright then you start tomorrow im sure my class will love you"

[salesmancarddd]

SALESMAN AS A GAURD X FEM! READER

⚠️ WARNING: Salesman being meanass as usually

Note: This takes place in 2015, Inho is in this game (but wouldn't be mentioned that much) Salesman is mentioned as a gaurd 013, he would be her personal trainer since she's a New-comer, Frontman is different person.

PREVIOUS PART

As the days passed after the incident, it became increasingly awkward to work with him. He rarely spoke, and when he did, it was usually only about training. Asking him anything else was out of the question, and apologizing felt risky.

Training was paying off she was improving her aim at the target. Typically, when she hit the target correctly, he would stand in the corner and watch. It felt awkward, as he seemed incredibly serious when it came to work.

A new game was approaching, which meant more people would be joining. She was excited to watch and see how it all played out, but little did she know... how deadly these games could become. When she joined for the first time, the frontman told her that all the training was for 'security reasons.' She wasn't quite sure what that meant, but she never questioned it.

When it came to training, everything felt the same. He acted completely serious and lifeless, and whenever she looked at him, hoping to catch a glimpse of emotion, she felt disappointed. She wanted to know more about him at least his name, since they were working together, right? However, she wasn't sure how to ask, considering their strained relationship. It wasn't until—

"You can stop watching me and focus more on the training" This was the first time he had ever looked her in the eyes after so many days. He didn't show any signs of annoyance or anger like he had when they first met. Yet, there was still a lifelessness in his gaze.

There was a brief pause between them as she stared at him until she finally snapped out of it.

"I'm so sorry I jus- got distracted I didn't even realize I was staring that long.." She tried to shift away from him, unsure if he would get angry or simply leave the room like he had the last time.

He sighed deeply, but it didn't sound like frustration rather, it conveyed exhaustion. He didn't want to respond to her but continued to stand, glaring at the target she had shot. She wanted to break the long silence between them, she felt the need to say something. After all, she was only spending time with him, talking occasionally to the frontman and everyone else was out of a question. They weren't newcomers like she was.

"So... I'm still sorry about the incident a few days ago. I genuinely didn't know it would escalate, and it all just happened so fast–" She tried to look at him but was worried it might provoke an angry reaction or that he might not respond at all. Either way, she didn't want to meet his gaze. It wasn't until—

"It's alright, you don't have to apologize for that." He looked at her again. "Besides, it's not like you could actually shot me with that aim of yours." She wasn't sure if she should be offended by his comment or not. "To be fair, you are actually getting better at aiming these days. Not bad for a newbie. " he added.

He turned away from her, and she continued to watch him as he spoke. This was the first time she had heard him say anything after so many days, and she wasn't sure how to respond. Before she could gather her thoughts, the timer went off. He walked over to the timer and switched it off. She expected him to walk out without saying a word, as he usually did.

"Just the right time for a break. Well then, try to get some rest. I'll be back in a few hours," he said, turning to walk out of the room. Before he could leave, she called out to him—

"I never asked... but how am I supposed to address you? Do we use names or—" she spoke, glancing at him with a nervous expression."Just call me Guard 013; that’s enough," he replied, not turning around to face her as he spoke from behind.

"I know—it's just that it's kind of weird...? I mean, can’t we use names? Like, my name is—"

"Guard 019," he interrupted. "This isn't a place for sharing names. You have your number tag, and that should be enough for us to call each other."

"But it feels so dead...? In some way, what's so wrong with sharing our names? We work together, what's so hard about that?" She waited for his response, but he didn’t react, which made her a little mad. He stood there, still not facing her.

"I don't want to call you Guard 013," she said, trying to sound frustrated, though she knew she had no real place to be angry with him.

"Then quit. If you're not willing to follow a simple rule, then I don't see the point of your being here. You're as pointless as anyone other person in this game, if not worse. They have no power in this situation, but you do. Yet, what's the point of that when you're so useless?" He walked out of the room, leaving her speechless. This wasn’t the first time he had spoken to her like that, but somehow his words made a certain sense.

What if she wasn’t cut out for this job?

What if she really didn’t need to be here?

What if all of this was, in fact, pointless?

His words lingered in her mind for hours, creating a whirlwind of doubt. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to quit or if she simply had to.