#tired of continually ‘learning lessons’ from relationships

[neosappho]

all i want is to be loved to have someone look at me and my faults and love me

i want to feel like im enough like the space i take up matters and im not too much and i dont have to prove that

is that selfish to ask is it unrealistic to hope for is love without condition just a dream or have i done something to lose that privilege

[faeriichaii]

hiii i have a request only if you're up for it! a legolas x reader and reader teases legolas and his sensitive ears during an important event and he takes it out on you (spicy? smut if you're up for it :)

love your fics sm <333

Keep Quiet ~ Legolas x F!Elf!Reader

A/N: OMG!! I kinda have been waiting for a smut request haha!! It's just I rarely write any smut so it is always nice to see someone request it cause this also makes me uhh idk get used to writing it?? But yeah I finally finished the request and I really hope you like it <33 I also might edit it later cause rn it is very late and I am very tired but I still wanna publish smth so... ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Smut (MDNI), Unprotected sex, Fingering, bj, ass slapping ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 2.0 k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Meleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: You seem to have teased your husband Legolas a little too long during one important meeting, so he teaches you a lesson.

Bored. You felt utterly bored, as you listened in on Lord Elronds conversation with Legolas father about some trading contract each of them approved. Being Legolas wife has it perks but you definitely despise the lengthy business meetings you have to attend. And your attendance is required regularly. As Thranduil once said, you are not just part of their family now, but also have to shoulder the burden of being the queen at some time in your lengthy life. Back then you smiled at the elven king and nodded. You didn’t expect to become queen anytime soon either. But neither did you expect him to get Legolas to drag you to every official meeting in Mirkwood. “It is good for you to learn all about our relationships with the several leaders of the various different lands.” Thranduil once said to you, after he caught you yawn after several hours of listening about potential war strategies.

A hand on your thigh justled you out of your memories. Legolas gave you a smile, as he leaned closer to you. “We are almost through Meleth Nin. Only an hour more and they should sign the papers.” Another hour? Sighing at his words you gave him a pained smile. Your eyes wandered from the elven king of Mirkwood towards Lord Elrond. You knew this would take even longer than that. How could you sit around and do nothing for another hour or two? “Legolas, would it be alright for your father if I could leave for a few minutes? Just to take a quick breather.” You whispered in his ear. His grip on your leg tightened and he began to shift around in his seat beside you. “Are you alright Meleth Nin?” “Of course I just-“ You raised an eyebrow at him. He definitely did not look quite alright. He looked rather… uncomfortable. “I don’t think my father would approve.”

Tilting your head to the side, you continued to study his side profile. A soft rosy colour dusted the tips of his ears, as well as his cheeks. Suddenly, realization dawned upon you. “Are you sure that is the reason behind you being so… skittish right now?” Your warm breath fanned over his pointy ear and you felt his body shiver, as you let your hand gently rest on his leg. Drawing circles on his thigh, you leaned closer towards him. “I don’t need a break anymore, so don’t worry about it my love.” The elven prince noticed the flirtatious undertone in your voice and gave you a warning glance. “(Y/N) please. You can’t do this to me right now. This is an important meeting and-“ A shuddered sigh left his lips, as your finger traced his ear with a feather light touch. “Hmm? Is everything alright darling?” You asked him sweetly, trying to scoot closer to your husband.

“Lord Elrond and your father are still discussing about the best travel route in order for the goods to arrive safely. The same topic since hours so why don’t you just lean back and let me have some fun hmm?” Legolas face turned towards you, his glare igniting a fire deep inside your core. He was mad. And you just got turned on. His hand grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from his ear. “You don’t want to continue playing this game (Y/N). Trust me.” A smirk graced your lips. “Is this a challenge Meleth Nin?”

Suddenly Legolas jumped up from his place at the table. Both of the lords turned their attention from the map at the table to the elven prince, confusion written upon both their faces. Even you were surprised. “Father, I must apologies, but I just remembered that me and my wife have another important event to attend to.” Thranduil looked his son up and down, before letting his gaze wander over you. You expected him to decline (probably due to the tension between you), but instead he approved. “Both of you shall leave, but make sure this… accident doesn’t happen a second time.” And with those parting words you were dragged out of the room by Legolas.

His grip on your wrist tightened as he sped across the hall towards your shared bedroom. “Legolas slow down I-“ “You want me to slow down? I bet you won’t say that again anytime soon.” Heat kissed your cheeks at the insinuation of his words. God you just wanted to tease him a bit but you definitely did not expect this outcome. Legolas stopped walking, just to open the door, drag you inside and lock it afterwards. His back was turned towards you. Watching his shoulders rise up and down you slowly approached him. “I told you to listen, didn’t I?” “Legolas I-“ Suddenly he spun around. “You didn’t listen though, did you now?” A shiver went down your spine at his deep voice. His gaze travelled from your face all over your body which made heat pool in your lower region. “You acted very poorly and improper for the future queen you know?” You nodded your head at his words. “I apologize my prince.” “You think that is enough to satisfy me?” He said, slowly approaching you. Legolas eyed you like a predator about to devour his pray. Oh, and how you would indulge in him devouring you. You need him. You want him.

“What can I do to make up for my mistakes?” “For one, how about I fill your pretty mouth.” Legolas stood in front of you, his finger grazing along your jaw. The touch alone set you ablaze like oil touching a flame. He tilted your face up towards him. “Does that sound good to you?” You nodded your head once more in approval. “Good.” And with that his mouth was upon yours. His mouth was hot and needy upon your own, tongues dancing with each other. A moan escaped your lips at the sweet relieve of the built-up tension. Legolas hand moved from your face to the back of your head to gather your hair in his fist. Pain spread from your scalp as he yanked your head bag by your strands, his mouth immediately trailing kisses along your exposed neck. Your hands racked over his upper body, unbuttoning his shirts and letting them fall off over his shoulders. Fingers trailing over his exposed skin, you followed every line and ridge of his body, until you stopped at his waistband.

“Get on your knees.” Legolas voice had a needy edge to it, as he began to gently shove you down, his hand never letting loose of your hair. Getting comfortable on the ground, you bit your lip at the obvious tent in his pants. Instantly you grabbed for his belt, loosened it and got rid of his trousers for him. “Open up.” Your mouth did as he ordered you to and in just a mere second his cock was between your lips. Sucking on it you watched his reaction through your eyelashes. His head was thrown back as soft pants escaped him. You let your tongue glide over his veins before pulling back and letting it slide over his slit. A hiss came from Legolas parted lips. His grip around your hair tightened. Suddenly, he pushed his cock deeper into your mouth, making you gag around him. Spit spilled out of the side of your mouth, as you tried to relax your throat in order to deepthroat his cock as much as possible. Your fingers moved from his hips towards your pussy, craving your own relieve. “Don’t you dare touch yourself.” Legolas said in-between pants. He moaned as a whine left your lips and sent a vibrating sensation through his lower region.

Pulling out, he grabbed your arms and lifted you from the ground. His hands found your chin, tilted your face towards his and gave you a kiss. His tongue fought with your own while he began to strip you out of the dress you wore for the meeting. Your nipples hardened under the cold air and he wasted no time in rolling them between his fingers. Your back arched at the pleasant feeling of finally feeling his touch upon you. His mouth moved from your lips down to your left tit. Your hands twisted in his long blonde hair, playing with the braids you did earlier today. Heat radiated from both of your bodies, as he let go of your nipple with a pop and stood up to his full height once more. “Now I want you to keep your mouth shut, okay?” An approval couldn’t even pass your lips, before you found yourself upon your bed, face down and ass up. “Show me how long you can keep your dirty lips sealed.”

A pleasant shiver went down your spine, as you felt his finger glide through your lips. Gripping the bedsheet, you turned your head to the side. “Legolas I need you please.” You whispered while glancing behind you. His finger brushed over your clit, making you bite your lip in order to keep quiet. You tried to scoot towards his hand, but his other hand kept your body down by your neck. “You already failed to keep quiet but you still want to get rewarded?” He slowly entered one of his fingers into your pussy but almost immediately retracted it. A needy whine passed your lips. “So greedy.” Legolas said, before entering two of his fingers and slowly pumping them at a steady pace. Your grip on the sheets tightened, as you tried to wriggle around his fingers. You want more. You need more. But you were in luck, because just after a few pumps, you could already feel the head of his cock at your entrance. “I want to see your pussy suck in my cock exactly how they greedily took in my fingers.”

And with that he pushed inside you. Your mouth opened to let out a silent moan, as you felt the stretch of his cock inside you. His hands gripped your hips harshly, before he began to move in a steady rhythm. It was hard to keep quite while his cock filled you to the brim, but neither would you want to lose his warmth inside of you. Pants mixed with the sound of skin slapping filled the quietness of the room. A moan escaped through your parted lips and was soon replaced with a surprised yelp, as you felt the harsh sting of a slap on your ass. “Your misbehaviour can’t stay unpunished now, can it?” You nodded in agreement with him. God how you loved getting punished by him. Meeting his hips halfway through each thrust, you felt the knot inside of you tighten, as well as the twitch of your husband’s cock inside of you.

“You take it so well Meleth Nin.” A sudden harsh thrust forced another moan out of your mouth, followed by another pleasant sting on your ass cheek. His hand gently traced over the red handprint. “I have a feeling that you almost like getting punished.” He let his finger trail down to your clit and drew gentle circles over it. Heat washed over your entire body, as you felt your climax approach faster and faster. Your walls clenched more tightly around his cock while the pressure of his finger on your clit increased. “Oh my god Legolas I-“ Another slap echoed through the room, followed by a whine from your lips, as the sweet relieve of your climax washed over you. Your walls clenching around his cock was all he needed, before filling you up with his cum. His release was followed by a few sloppy thrusts, before he pulled out, got onto the bed beside you and circled his arms around you in a warm embrace. A few minutes of purse silence passed between the both of you.

“Was it too much?” Legolas suddenly asked you. “No, of course not Meleth Nin. I might even consider teasing you more often during the meetings.” You reassured him, wrapping your own arms around him and falling asleep in his arms.

[janecafe]

self-love pac: what should i heal in order to feel worthy?

uno - dos

tres - kwatro

this reading was based on the oracle cards. it not totally foretells the future outcome however everything is yet not set into the stone, the reader is advised to read at their own risk. we still have the rights to make our own dreams and faith. peace!

may these love messages guide you back home when you lose your way. <3

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©janecafe

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₊˚ʚ 𝐔𝐍𝐎 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

be kind to yourself. imagine, what kind of treatment you expect from others- think that you are becoming successful. being successful is not only about taking actions right? it's also the way you think, the way you perceive life.

take an example of your daily playlist on your mobile, what you listen to is a very important matter in your life. it has a big impact on how you see the world. listen to those songs that talk about successes and improvements, remember you are what you are listening and visioning to.

i also think you need to practice self-compassion. if you have past mistakes, learn to forgive yourself and move on. well, you may need to understand that you have flaws. you are imperfect and everybody else too.

also, think of a fantasy and story. that your life is a fiction, that you are a fictional character and you are the main lead. it's helping you to project your emotions and imagine the things you want to see in reality. it's like avenue. it gives you freedom and power to feel good about yourself.

take this another example, think of yourself as a semicolon (;) it's a pause in a sentence that indicates it's not yet over. it's to remind you to continue rather than end , it's a lesson not to give up but to pursue to forward. if you are tired then you can relax for a while and go on to fight.

₊˚ʚ 𝐃𝐎𝐒 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

you can cultivate your self-worth by addressing your emotional wounds. allow yourself to feel, to bottled up those emotions. acknowledge your feelings, learn from the experience, and give yourself permission to release any negative emotions or guilt.

learn to let go of what in order to make room for what's to come. forgive yourself and others, let go of that past and old story. release that guilt and shame you are feeling right now. it may be time to release a relationship that has run its course, a job that's lost its lister or a depleting commitment. remember that the past is over. kick-start the healing process by surrending all the judgement and hurt.

what's done is done. there's a room for improvement, when one area of our life falls apart, new opportunities fall into place. we never lack of opportunities remember that, it's up to you if you would grab it or leave it.

anyway, it's like you'd likely shrug it off, play it down or even reject when someone gives you a compliment. man, learn to accept compliments, a simple "thank you" will do. don't deny yourself and the giver, the opportunity to share in a moment of gratitude. exercise your self-esteem and soak it in, be that "superstar glow". think that compliments as a little confidence-building soul vitamins. remember, you are worthy of praise!

if you begin doing this your happiness and health will "thank you". 🌻💛

lastly, most of your cards talk about low self-esteem and regrets. it's not your fault to feel that way.

₊˚ʚ 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

in this journey of self-love, the first thing that comes is to surround yourself with people that make you feel valued. if you have a little time, reflect. take this as an example, by doing it alone, by treating yourself alone or by going alone. just far away from the drama.

i also get here that you are insecure, for an example scenario; you don't have enough money to buy those expensive skincare and other beauty products. to tell you, you don't need those, just to feel accepted and keep up with the people's beauty standards. your entire body is precious and so, your existence. say no to toxins and yes to the healthiest as possible, you don't need expensive products of body care just to look and feel great, you are already worth effort.

stop complaining and comparing. you must stop comparing your physical appearance to others, remember that, apples don't compare themselves to oranges. stars don't compete with the other stars! because these natural things taught us there's room for us to all shine in this world, in this ever-expanding universe. so yeah, embrace your differences. feel good about yourself. bring that beast inside of you to the fullest expression of self forward. take this as another shot of an example, you are a successful businessman and it's normal that you have competitors, these people are wanted to be like you.

it also allows yourself to be a powerful individual. like allowing your potential to move forward, to be champion and so, others do the same and copied.

₊˚ʚ 𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

mmh, 'kay. alright for the last beautiful pile. fostering your self-compassion matters the most for this pile energy. in simpler the intention is, this reading tells you are loved and hugged the time you read this glorious message. it reminds you that you are precious as an individual.

well, make waves because it's time to rise out of your comfort zone or own complaints. it's like no matter what's happening in someone's life, i know there's a potential to rise above it. thriving or rising is one of the most powerful choices that a person can do. rise above little rockstar, rise out of your own slump or on your own potato chip bag.

what are you waiting for, my love? it's your turn to make a splash, to make a scene, to rock a few creaky boats. for example, you have a fear of having a boat trip, i understand that you were so afraid to fall, to get wet or even look foolish from people's view but the next time you take look, you did it, you face your fear. you suppressed one of your fears and that's it to sail the boat.

that's make a change, a change on your mind that you were once a great trailblazer and change-maker made waves.

i also see that you felt lost, lost in living, purpose and hope. your only purpose right now is much simpler and bigger than your vocation, mission or passion and all worthy devices in life but it's your current purpose is joy. it has nothing to do with how you make your living. it's about discovering, nurturing and celebrating who you truly are, who is the inner you and to know and loving yourself in a deepest level.

i also think you are a people pleaser, i just want you to know that it's okay to say "no" sometimes. it's like reconsidering your commitments. it seems like you piled so much on your plate that somehow little room was left for yourself. in fact, every "no" makes a perfect space for "yes".

your freedom is closer than you think, remember that the universe gives meaningful opportunities on the other hand of "no". identify what truly matters to you and graciously decline the rest. you are magnificent and radiant being so please don't give up.

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[venusbyline]

Whore ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 21, oct.

(late post) ♡ Whore's Mouth part 1

— pairing: Spencer Reid x girlfriend!reader

— type: smut, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)

— kink: edging play

— summary: You are tired of Spencer's brat behavior and decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. After all, despite everything, he will always be your little whore at the end of the day.

— word count: 2.2k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 21st day, female!reader, boyfriend!Reid, edging play, orgasm denial, degradation, praise kink, drunk sex, reader is a member of the BAU, argument, handjob, jealously, cock worship, body worship, slapping, punishment, crying, dacryphilia, semi-public sex, teasing, implied/referenced cheating (BUT NO REALLY), drunken flirting, relationship issues, trust issues, BAU Team mentioned, minor JJ x Prentiss, minor Reid x JJ (BUT NO REALLY), lesbian!JJ mentioned, brat!Reid, brat tamer!reader, light sadism, light hurt/comfort, masochist!Reid, sub!Reid, dom!reader, long hair!Reid/Jesus!Reid. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @thatredlipped-classic @purplehaze206 @ehedrick012110 @hotchsmutrecs @slutcakes00 @emma-e-a @helo1281917

— crossposting: AO3

Going to a pub with the rest of the BAU team had been a bad decision. A decision that Spencer made by impulse, always enjoying making you jealous when he was a little bored. He had promised that night you two could finally finish watching the new TV show released on Netflix, but instead he convinced you to go with him to drink with your friends.

Despite the slight disappointment of having to change your schedule for the night, you did not mind too much. You loved having fun with the team and you were almost sure Spencer had learned his lesson after the last punishment when you sat on his face for hours, riding him and using his lips to reach your orgasm, as if he was nothing but your favorite sex toy. And indeed he really was and loved to be that for you.

However, Spencer was also a spoiled little whore. Accepting Morgan's invitation to go with the BAU friends to the pub was supposed to be a true fun time. If he had not fucked up everything by flirting with JJ, you really could have had fun with all of them instead of spending every fifteen minutes drinking a new glass of wine. He wanted to get a reaction out of you, something that would make you mad at him again and making him receive the best orgasm of his whole life, as always happened.

At first, you tried to ignore it. JJ distanced herself from him, also not really liking his not-so-innocent flirting. She did not want you to think she was actually interested about your boyfriend. JJ was the type of woman who was more interested especially about Emily, but also about Garcia and even you sometimes. Reid was not even interested in his friend too, it was all only to tease you. But it was still uncomfortable and no one of the group wanted to be in the middle of the possible argument that would ensue if Spencer continued acting with that childish behavior.

When JJ began to ignore the flirting, Spencer sighed with frustration, drinking his whiskey and looking around the establishment. He saw a beautiful curvy woman sitting alone, also drinking the same whiskey. Noticing his gaze, she smirked, fiddling with her long blonde hair before waving at the shy Spencer.

Morgan's attention immediately went to Spencer, noticing how he giggled at the woman's invitation and handed the promise ring to Morgan, who put it inside his jeans pocket before snorting. "Fuck. That's enough, Pretty Boy. You're really crossing the line now."

Morgan knew about Reid's way of attracting your dominant side. He did not think it was all bad, but he also knew that sometimes his friend crossed some limits. And this was something much more serious than the last few situations. "It's just harmless flirting, dude. You know I love my darling more than anything and anyone in this whole world." Spencer defended himself, really annoyed that Morgan thought he was thinking about cheating the woman who had his heart in the palm of her hands.

"Anyway, Reid. This isn't cool, man. You're already making things tense by trying to flirt with JJ in front of everyone. And now you're still gonna do it while your fucking girlfriend's in the bathroom? What kind of gentleman are you?" It was Prentiss's turn to argue, crossing her arms disapprovingly. "It just makes you look like a terrible boyfriend. Actually, it's a real shame for us, for her and for yourself..."

Spencer's eyes widened with shock. He had never seen things this way. He knew he was acting bratty and spoiled, flirting for fun just to get your punishment. Most of the time, Spencer thought you liked the adrenaline rush. However, looking at the real view, he was starting to worry that you were actually hurt by him. Anyone who did not know the two of you well would think he was an cheating man who did not even respect his own girlfriend in public.

"Oh, holy shit..." He sighed in frustration, rubbing his hand over his face, trying to ward off the effects of the alcohol. Spencer looked at each of the older agents, the slight anger in Morgan and Emily faces, the disappointment in Hotch, Garcia and Rossi eyes, and the clear discomfort in JJ's flushed cheeks, which most of the time was the focus of his annoying advances. "Damn, Jen. I sure I'm just-"

Spencer was about to apologize to his friend, but stopped when he heard laughter. A laugh he knew all too well. The entire team looked back, Spencer's face turning pale as he saw a man with an arm around your waist as you two walked to the table. He tried to say anything, anything at all, but all he could think about was how much stronger the man was than him, practically the same height but with a huge difference in muscles, his large hand clasped around your waist as if you were a little doll.

"Guys, this is Nicholas. Or Nick. As I prefer to call him. We met at a coffee shop a few days ago. Nick, these are my teammates at the BAU." You smiled, hands on his strong arm that was bursting out of his white shirt.

"Hey..." The man said with an attempt at a friendly smile, but he did not quite manage it. Spencer was profiling him too well to know that Nicholas was trying his best not to let his arousal show through the shorts he wore, due to your warm hand on his skin.

Spencer waited for you to introduce himself as your boyfriend, to tell the stupid boy that you were his girl. However, the brief look you gave his empty finger was enough to let him know you were nor going to do that. Spencer internally cursed himself for taking off the damn ring and giving it to Morgan. That stupid plan to flirt with the blonde girl in the other part of the pub had already evaporated from his mind, but the consequences were just coming.

After some more time of small talk, Nicholas finally left, saying he needed to get back to the house because he had to study for a casting audition the next morning. The agents said goodbye to him with friendly waves, while Spencer continued with that angry stare, his bad mood only getting worse when Nicholas gave you a brief grab on your ass and a soft kiss on your cheek, humming something like "See you another day, princess" and coming out as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

The atmosphere became tenser after the same moment that the pub bell rang to announce Nicholas's departure. "Well, I guess my girlfriend's nothing but a fucking greedy whore..." Before anyone could argue, you grabbed Spencer's arm without any usual tenderness. Morgan even tried to get up to help both of you resolve the situation, afraid that it would escalate into a violent argument. Even though he trusted his best friends, the thought of a stubborn couple fighting after drinking so much whiskey and wine made him apprehensive, but Hotch motioned for him to remain seated, indicating that the argument was none of their business. The entire team knew Spencer and you well enough to know what would happen in the pub bathroom.

"You really think you've any right to call me a whore?" You growled, your hand unbuttoning the khakis that Reid was wearing, listening to him whimper and try to cover the damp spot on his white boxers. He wanted to keep arguing. He wanted to stay angry as hell after your intentional flirt with that idiot playboy. Spencer really doubted that Nicholas was as smart as he was. Or that Nicholas had as many bachelor's degrees and doctorates as he had. "You think you've the right to call me a fucking greedy whore, when you're the one who's always teasing me, hitting on all the women just to piss me off?"

Your fist closed around his cock, already turned on and sensitive just from the tension of the fight. Spencer tried. He really tried hard to take control. But that had been impossible after you dragged him through the halls while he was calling Nicholas a "stupid actor" and saying you were a cockslut desperate for male attention. Anyway, the wiser reaction was being pushing him against the wall of the women's bathroom — fortunately empty thanks to the few people in the establishment.

"And you are, darling. You're a little whore..." Spencer growled, closing his eyes so he would not watch how your hand moved so quickly on his cock, pinky and needy of your touch, already dripping and proving that he was your little whore, and not the other way around.

"Oh, am I?" You increased the speed, the natural lubrication that dripped from his glans not being enough to stop the slight stinging that came with the friction. It was like rubbing himself raw, and yet Spencer moaned, rolling over his eyes with the ache, whimpering for more. “You look like a noisy slut.” You spat on his cock to ease the pain he was enjoying. On the one hand it was good, as the burning subsided and your saliva was cold from the wine you drank before the argument. But on the other hand, Spencer pouted at the lack of agony and the way you began to rub him slowly. "You like it when it hurts so bad, don't you?"

Your mockery made Spencer bite his lip and smirk, his cheeks flushed with a look that indicated how much he always enjoyed suffering at your hands. He lifted his hips forward and you watched with a raised eyebrow as he fucked himself inside your hand, his hips starting slowly and enjoying the way you let him use your fist to pleasure himself. You did not even need to move, seeing his slutty smile and head arched back, his jaw line forming such a perfect angle that you had to stop yourself from moaning at the sight.

When Spencer's hip movements started to get faster and more erratic, you huffed and took your hand away from his crotch, the soft sound of his cock hitting back against his own thin stomach mixing with the sound of your boyfriend's whimpers.

"You see now? You're nothing but a brainless brat, Spencer. Can't you even ask me to cum? You always have to make a mess? Can't you do anything right?" You practically yelled and he sobbed, squirming against the wall and ignoring the cold tile pressed against his pretty ass.

"I'm so sorry, darling..." He sobbed again, one hand trying to touch himself and the other running through your hair as a way of wanting to beg you for forgiveness, but without saying that.

"Yeah, you should feel that way."

The sad pout appeared on Spencer's lips again. He should not have called you a whore. He should not have arguing with you for letting Nicholas flirt right in front of him, when he teased you like that all the time too. In fact, Spencer had realized that he should not have extended this kind of teasing for so long. He had crossed boundaries and made your relationship stressful. Spencer knew you were hurt by this now and he could not blame you.

"Darling..." He tried to touch you, but you pulled away, spitting into your palm and wrapping your fingers around his girth for the third time, hearing his eager whine. You knew he was just jealous, actually always feeling insecure and wanting punishments. However, you did not want to hear anything right now. You pulled his shirt up, forcing the fabric over his mouth, which he bit against his will, despite the tears in his eyes. Tears that were both of relief at being touched again and sadness at knowing that you did not even want to hear his apologies.

"Stay like that. Like the jealous and needy little slut you are." You ordered, kneeling on the floor in front of Spencer and staring at the sight. His wide teary eyes, his teeth biting into his shirt, his flushed cheeks and his long hair damp with sweat... And most of all, his skinny body and belly contracting in anticipation, your nimble fingers caressing the reddish head of his cock with a smirk on your face, lightly licking the tip and hearing a muffled whimper escaping from those pretty swollen lips. "I'm gonna tease you for as long as I want. And you can just cum when I tell you to, you understand?"

The sharp slap you gave his thigh made Spencer sob with both pain and pleasure, pulsing in your hand as he nodded with some desperation. He needed this. He needed to cum. He needed to be a good boy for you. Your own little whore.

"That's it, my good boy." Despite your anger, you actually smiled for the first time since the whole damn mess started, pressing a soft kiss to the red mark on his skin where you hit him. And Spencer's cheeks flushed, not just because of the horny, but also because he loved you so much. He would be your good boyfriend again.

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[rainydayathogwarts]

James Potter - Jealousy, jealousy

Summary: You kiss Lucius to make James jealous since he was too slow at making a move... wc: 800 ish

James thought that the best way to approach a new relationship - or rather the girl he liked - was by taking it slow. At least, that was the lesson he'd learned with Lily, who got easily tired of his attempts to woo her. But now, as he sat with Remus and Sirius in the Room of Requirements, the party blasting around them, he realised that maybe that wasn't what you wanted.

How did he know?

Well, one could argue that by the way you had your hand on Lucius Malfoy's chest, your own chest brushing up against his while you fluttered your eyes at him, you preferred that men had a more straight-forward approach with you. "Mate you've got to stop staring that hard." Commented Sirius, handing him another drink. James mumbled something incoherent under his breath, interrupted by Remus adding on "You're going to burn holes right through her tits." James broke his gaze from you, turning abruptly to look at Remus "I'm not staring at her tits, I just- I know she likes me back so why? Why him?"

He barely heard Marlene laugh from beside him, patting his shoulder with fake sympathy "Oh yeah, I wonder, why him? It's almost as though she's trying to make you jealous or something." She paused while watching James' face, and when she got no look of realisation from it, she sighed, continuing "You know, because you hate him?"

James shook his head "No, she wouldn't do that." There was a moment of silence during which a soundless conversation between Marlene and Remus was taking place. James saw Marlene shrug her shoulders at Remus from the corner of his eye, spinning on her heels and walking away from the three boys, leaving the problem solving to them. He furrowed his eyebrows, watching as the hand you had on Lucius's chest begun to trail upwards until it rested on the nape of his neck. With horror, his eyes followed Lucius's hand which dragged up your side to rest on your jaw, keeping your head tilted upwards to look at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.

It was as though everything went in slow motion, the music tuning out and the background blurring, James's gaze only set on you and Lucius fucking Malfoy, who was now lowering his face down so he could press his lips against yours. James could almost hear the satisfactory sigh you let out as you got onto your tippy toes, pressing yourself up against his mortal enemy.

Remus's pat on the back was almost enough to make up for Sirius's loud pitiful groan, but the embarrassment of the situation had him marching straight up to you and Malfoy, who he shoved away from you with full force. You squealed in shock, looking at Lucius, who had taken a tumble to the ground and back at James whose eyes were burning with rage and jealousy. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop a smile from spreading on your face, instead looking up at the boy with doe eyes. "Out, now." Lucius was now stood up, frantically brushing his hair out of his eyes, but before he could retaliate at James, you were halfway across the room, blindly following him out into the dimly lit hallway.

On your way out, you caught Remus's eye, and he grinned at you, shaking his head in fake disapproval. Once you were alone in the hallway, you barely got the chance to look up at James before he was mimicking his earlier actions towards Lucius on you, pushing you against the wall so he could kiss you roughly. You moaned in shock, hands instantly travelling to the back of James's neck so you could pull him closer while returning the kiss.

James was panting when he pulled away from you, his big hands on your shoulders, pressing you against the wall to keep you from stepping closer to him. "Now fucking explain to me why you were kissing Lucius Malfoy." Your jaw went slack at the dominance in James' usually light-hearted voice and you stuttered, nearly forgetting about your plan to play dumb. "I don't- I don't know what you mean."

"Yeah Potter," A voice interrupted, making you both turn around to face it. "If she wants to go around kissing me, I think we should all let her." Continued Lucius, stepping deeper into the corridor. You sighed, turning back to face James, whose hands were still on you, but was facing Lucius with a look of disgust on his face. You knew what you had to do. You put your hands on James's face so he instinctively looked at you, and you pulled him forward so you could kiss him again, effectively getting both Lucius away from you and James to forget that you were kissing him mere minutes ago.

[lycheeloving]

another continuation of this AU, this time; yandere!Superman!

-I think he takes you out of the Watchtower sometimes to go on picnics (in super secluded areas). He's fast and strong enough for you to have absolutely no chance of escaping and he thinks it's important for you to spend some time in nature! Yes the Watchtower is built in a way so you get the perfect amount of sunlight in there and there are a lot of plants in the darlings common room, but going outside on planet earth is important to him! To get some fresh air! Walk around a bit! It's a wonderful reprieve from being in the same place all the time, but has the unfortunate side effect that every time the word "picnic" is mentioned you perk up like a dog who heard someone say "treat".

-Will fly you there. If you enjoy it he's happy that you two have that in common and that you're having fun with him, but if you're afraid of heights he's also happy, because you're holding him so tightly. It's a bit like a little trust exercise to him! Look, he won't drop you! See? You know you can trust him, right? :)

-You're so cute and weak to him, he needs to protect you!! In comparison to him, everyone is weak, but with you his protector instinct goes completely haywire. You'll have to deal with him hovering next to you and telling you to be careful all the time, even if you're not doing anything dangerous. Like using a fork. (It could easily pierce your skin!!)

-Absolutely loves cuddling with you when you're sleeping. Like to fall asleep he has to has his arms around you, or better yet you lying on top of him. I also headcanon that when he feels safe and content he starts flying/hovering a bit in his sleep, so sometimes you'll wake up to find you're not on the bed anymore. But don't worry he won't let you fall, even in his sleep he's holding on to you.

(Sometimes you worry he'll lose control in his sleep and hug you too tightly and accidentally kill you, but luckily he's spent all his life learning how to control his strength + his subconscious recognizes that it's you he's holding, so that won't happen. Phew! But you still worry sometimes, like after watching him rip open a car on the news as if it was made of paper. What if one day he gets tired of you and... No. That won't happen... right?)

-Probably the softest with his darling out of all of them. Tries very hard not to overwhelm you.

-That said, he tries his best to control his powers around you as to not be intimidating! He wants you to see him as just some guy. If your universe doesn't have a Superman you don't even realize how powerful he is until you see him fight against a villain on TV. What do you mean Clark can do all that stuff?? You knew he could fly, sure, but laser eyes and super strength? You had no idea! (Clark doesn't like it when you watch the news, but Flash turned them on in the common room to show his darling "how heroic he was today", so for once you were able to watch them).

-Hopes you never find out about his superhearing. Or at least about the fact that he's literally listening to you all the time. Doesn't matter where he is, part of him is always focusing on your heartbeat to make sure you're ok and exactly where he left you. He thinks that would probably freak you out a lot and he'd rather not make you upset. (Won't stop though.)

-Teaches you a lot about Kryptonian culture. It's important to him, so you should know about it as well! Especially as his partner! Might make you wear some kryptonian fashion, probably something that signifies that you're in a relationship with him. Maybe even something that implies you're married to him. Might not even outright tell you what it means before giving you the clothes and you have to piece it together yourself after a bunch of kryptonian lessons.

[star-lights-up]

I'm having thoughts again (it's a very dangerous thing, thinking is): Cherik matilda au, with Jean as matilda. Honestly, it'd probably be a jean-centric fic, background cherik, because i mean miss honey doesn't have a love interest in the original lol. (Oh, right, Charles = miss honey. Erik also kind of = miss honey. they're sharing the role.)

ALSO i'm basing this on the book and the original movie, not the musical and musical movies. I love all incarnations of matilda but I am too tired to work in the whole premonition story thing.

So Jean is just chilling. She's like two years old and already she can cook and clean and pretty much be self sufficient. Her parents are self-absorbed assholes who don't really pay her any mind, and her brother is a little shit who's older than her and never home anyways.

She goes to the library, and she reads. She expands her horizons. She learns. She develops a yearning to see the world outside of her lonely little life -- she may be self-sufficient, but it doesn't mean she doesn't want any friends.

Now, when she's six, she tells her parents that she really should've started school already, and her dad makes a deal with this terrifying man to send her off to Hellfire Elementary (sounds like a great place for kids, amiright?)

There she meets Ororo, who's funny and nice, and then there's Logan, this older kid who's absolutely TERRIFYING (at least he thinks he is, jean's calling his bs). He warns them about the headmaster -- Shaw. The truly terrifying one.

Shaw in this isn't really the kevin bacon shaw. He's like if shaw lost his fucking marbles and became a really buff lunatic. He throws a girl wearing her hair in pigtails over the fence. It's insane.

Then Jean goes to her class. The first years have two teachers -- Mr. Lehnsherr and Mr. Xavier, who tells them just to call him Charles as long as Shaw's not around.

The classroom is kind of amazing. They've got art by students hanging everywhere and cute little posters and vases of wildflowers, the doors opened to the school grounds and filtering in the last of the warm summer air. To Jean, it feels magical. She's finally at school. She finally feels like she's going to get to be in the world. She chats with Ororo and some kid named Scott before the bell rings.

(Now for teaching duo cherik! I'm thinking for them, this is an established relationship fic. )

They've both been hurt by shaw (more on that later) to the point where they've become more muted versions of their personalities.

Charles is kind, as he always is, but in this he's very soft-spoken and stuff. Even as he smiles warmly at the kids, checking on the girl with the pigtails, Jean notices this deep sadness in his eyes.

And then there's Erik. He's quiet, very matter-of-fact when he does speak up, methodical. He's very gentle with all of the children, though, and Jean sees him tracking Charles with his eyes, as though he's sure something awful will happen to him as soon as he lets him out of his sight. Again, his eyes hold some deep sadness, some hidden pain.

As the lessons begin, they're shocked by Jean. Her reading, her writing. Her incredible math abilities.

( found this cute little line from the original book, and i wanted to adapt it (very erik-core):

"It's not fair," Ororo says, "How can she do it and we can't?"

"Don't worry, Ororo, you'll soon catch up," Mr. Lehnsherr says, lying through his teeth. )

After class is over, Charles wants to talk to Shaw, try and get Jean in a more advanced grade. Erik doesn't want him to go. They go together, and Shaw pretty much yells at them and threatens them until they leave.

They decide to think of another way to go -- they can't have jean just sitting in class, learning how to spell r-a-t when she's read shakespeare already.

Back at home, for another week or so, Jean's life continues much the same as it always does. Her parents: the assholes. Then her father takes her and her brother into work one day, telling his son he needs to learn the family trade. Jean's just there.

He shows them all sorts of illegal things he does to the cars before he sells them -- sawdust in the engine, running the miles backwards until the car seems barely used. It's not legal. Worse, it's not safe.

Jean speaks out and gets yelled at.

So she finds some superglue and glues his stupid hat to his head the next day. And so starts her rebellion.

Charles and Erik decide that perhaps it's best to speak to Jean's parents directly. Cue creepy CGI cherik from the last stand. No, no, I'm kidding. They just show up there, try to talk to the greys, who really aren't having it, and before they leave Erik sneaks a book behind a coat rack, Jean smiling at him from where she's hidden on the stairwell, having listened to the whole thing.

Jean plays another prank on her parents for treating her teachers so bad (blabbermouth parrot in the chimney. Mrs. Grey is convinced they've got a ghost).

Meanwhile, at school, Charles and Mr. Lehnsherr give her all these workbooks with more difficult math and language and science, apologizing that they can't instruct her directly or get her into a more advanced class but promising to help if she has any questions (she doesn't).

Anyways. Then we get to the interesting part.

It's been a while, and Jean's seen the horrors of Shaw. He made a boy eat a whole cake in front of the school. he throws kids out windows. And there's this terrible thing called the chokey.

Shaw comes into their classroom to teach his monthly class -- Charles and Mr. Lehnsherr quickly hiding all the art and decorations in the room.

Ororo sneaks a newt into shaw's water. Pandemonium breaks out. Shaw starts targeting poor scott, of all people, who's not capable of breaking a rule.

Something in Jean snaps. And the glass tips over, sending the newt right onto shaw and shaw right out of their classroom.

After class, she explains it to Charles and Mr. Lehnsherr. She shows them what she can do. With just a little bit of anger, she can push the glass over.

The two teachers glance at each other (after being quite shocked, of course), then Charles asks if she'd like to have tea, and talk about this more, if her parents wouldn't mind.

Jean knows that they most certainly don't care where she is, and agrees.

Charles and Mr. Lehnsherr bring her to a small cottage, surrounded by wildflowers. The walls are whitewashed. There are two little windows. Charles spreads cheap margarine on the toast. Mr. Lehnsherr pulls two chipped mugs out -- there doesn't appear to be a third. The kitchen is just a shelf, really, with a little portable stove.

Charles asks Jean if she'd be willing to get them some water from the well out back. She has a wonderful time doing so, never having drawn from a well before.

She and Charles have tea and toast, sitting on the crates that are the only furniture in the whole of the tiny cottage. Mr. Lehnsherr sits cross-legged on the floor, leaning against Charles's crate a little and not eating or drinking anything.

Jean, as a small child -- because, yes, no matter how smart and independent she is, she's still a small child -- asks a few questions that might be a little too personal, inquiring about just how poor their salaries are to live like this.

"Why shouldn't you ask?" Charles says, after Jean apologizes. "You were bound to ask in the end. You are much to bright to not have wondered. Perhaps... Perhaps we even wanted you to ask."

Erik nods his head, saying his solemn voice, "You're our first visitor, after all."

Quietly, a little sadly, Charles begins to tell Jean a story. He once lived in a large brick house in town. His mother passed when he was born, and his father was absent until he died, leaving him in the care of an uncle. The uncle brought with him a ward, Erik.

The uncle was an unkind man. He forced them to work around the clock, doing the household chores and the cooking and anything else he could think of, like they were servants and not young children. He would beat them if they disobeyed -- and even when they didn't.

They managed to go to the teacher's college about forty minutes away when they both turned eighteen. They could've gone to university -- but the evil man wouldn't allow it.

"How did you get away?" Jean asks, equally riveted and in deep sympathy for her kind teachers.

They tell a story of being forced to sign away their salaries to the uncle, since apparently they "owed him thousands" for being just barely fed and clothed for ten years. With the little that they got to keep, it seemed they would never get a place of their own...

But Mr. Lehnsherr, on his early morning walks, stumbled into a small, empty cottage. He went to find out who owned it, and the farmer, after insisting he didn't want to live there, agreed to rent it out for ten pence a month.

Charles and Mr. Lehnsherr (who, at a point, sighed and told Jean just to call him Erik since they're not at school) quietly packed their things, informed the evil man that they'd rented a house, and rushed out the door.

While Jean is happy for their triumph, she's aghast of the idea of the evil man still living in Charles's old home. He says that his father's will was apparently destroyed ("no prizes for guessing who," Jean says, and Erik huffs a laugh) and his uncle produced a piece of paper saying the house was to go to him -- Charles is sure it was counterfeit, but there's nothing he can do.

"He still owns my family property a town over, too," Erik says quietly. "Won in much the same fashion." His hands are balled into fists, his face mournful and angry. He doesn't elaborate, and Jean and Charles are smart enough not to push.

Jean asks who the evil man is.

With a glance at his partner, Charles says the name "Shaw."

After the initial shock, the conversation changes, and Jean eventually excuses herself to go home. Charles and Erik apologize for keeping her so late, walking her to the end of the dirt road and back to the sidewalk.

Before they part, Jean asks a few questions: what did Charles's father call him before he passed? Charlie. He hated it. What did charles and Erik's parents call Shaw? Sebastian. His first name. And what did he call their parents? Brian, Charles answers. ...Edie, Erik whispers after a moment of hesitation.

Jean practices her new gift at home. It's not long until she can lift things at whim, pointing at them or staring at them or just thinking of it. She plots. She plans. She practices what's needed for her plots and her plans.

The next time Shaw comes into their classroom, he's startled by the whiteboard chalk floating into the air, beginning to write a message:

Sebastian, give my Charlie back his house. Give him and Erik their wages. Give Erik his land. Then get out of here. If you don't, we will get you. We will get you like you got us. We are watching you, Sebastian.

There is a great commotion as Shaw passes out on the floor in shock. He's carted out of the school. He leaves the brick house within a day. Reportedly, Brian Xavier's will turns up. Charles and Erik move into the great house. Charles is appointed headmaster of the newly christened "Big Friendly School." (Note: this is taken from the source material. I don't think charles would name something after himself in this au tbh). Jean is a welcome visitor anytime.

Then, one day, arriving back from the brick house in the evening, she finds her parents packing up the car. They're moving to spain, they say. Her father has been caught, which they don't say, but is clear.

Jean runs all the way back to Charles and Erik's house. Jean begs them to let her stay -- she doesn't want to leave, and she certainly doesn't want to be trapped with her parents forever in a foreign country.

Charles and Erik come with her back to her house. She takes some adoption papers out, which, funnily enough, she's had since she was tall enough to use the copier at the library! Boss move, Jean.

her parents don't fucking care, so they sign the papers. Charles and Erik are pretty much about to cry. They're parents, now, something they never thought they could be. They hug Jean, something her own parents never did, and don't bother to watch them leave.

Now, they all live in the big brick house together, and it's a house full of reading and laughter and life, all three of them, daughter and her fathers, finding a kind of happiness they never thought they'd be able to have.

and that's it. Why did I spend two hours writing this. 😂

[enzosbabyangel]

hi!

your writing is amazing !!!

would you maybe consider doing like the reader and enzo is a super toxic relationship? like they fight, break up, and then make up ;) like they’re on and off and they’re really bad for each other but addicted to each other at the same time?

if not i completely understand 💋

thanks so much

ཐི⋆♱⃓⋆ཋྀ Thinking about toxic!Enzo punishing reader for trying to leave him…

cw: 18+!, mdni, toxic relationship, mouth gag, overstimulation, vibrator, spanking

a/n: Thank you baby !! so sorry this took awhile to get out 😓

You bit at the gag around your mouth, spit spilling out from the side of your mouth and trailing down your chin. Your arms tied behind your back and together with your- ex’s, uniform tie. Or supposed to be ex.

Your eyes were rolled into the back of your head while you pathetically moaned into the gag in your mouth.

Lorenzo chuckled as he looked down on your naked, sweaty and overstimulated form. Keeping the vibrator that was soaked with your arousal pushed to your clit.

“Look at you, such a fucking slut. S’it was so easy to get you like this.” He mused, smirk on his face as he sat on your legs. Grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing before letting go and planting a harsh smack to the flesh.

The action had you jumping as your legs kicked back at his back. But your kicks were useless as Enzo just chuckled and pushed the vibrator harder against your clit, eliciting in a gagged scream.

“Thought you could leave me? hm?” Enzo hummed as he ran his free hand up and down your sweat slick back. His voice full of amusement as he spoke. “Think anyone else could make you feel as good as i do?”

You moaned around the gag, legs twitching as you felt yourself getting close for the third time that night. A pleasureful pain shooting through you and coiling in your stomach.

Enzo smirked at the familiar sight of your shaking body, having seen it many times before. “Gonna cum?” He asked as if he wasn’t pretty much talking to himself. Trailing his free hand down to your puffy and overstimulated cunt and pushing a single finger into your hole, knuckle deep. “Cum for me baby.”

Your pussy clenched tightly around his finger as you squeezed your eyes shut. Enzo eating up the muffled sounds of your overstimulated whines and moans.

You let out a loud mix of a whine and scream when you came again, hips twitching continuously into the bed as your body instinctively tried to get away from the vibrations of the toy, but Enzo didn’t relent. Instead drawing his finger out from your cunt and holding your hips still, running the vibrator up and down your puffy slit as your feet adorably kicked at his back.

After you came down from your high Enzo hummed and finally turned off the vibrator. But you knew that wasn’t it- it was never ‘it’s with Enzo. But you were too fucked out to care, instead relaxing your still-shaking body into the bed and sucking in breaths through your nose.

Enzo chuckled as he got up from the bed, walking back a few steps and feeling behind him for his camera. Grabbing it once he found it and stalking back towards you.

“Look so pretty baby.” He said almost mockingly as he brought the camera up to his face, smiling as you gave him a frustrated and tired glance, a ‘click’ ranging out right as you did so.

After taking one photo he moved behind you to where your legs laid limp and brought his camera back up to his face. “Look at this pussy… all red and overstimulated.” He sighed before taking a picture. “Such a pleasant sight.” He said, checking the two photos while walking back up next to you.

You and Enzo locked eyes when he looked back up at you and he smirked, cocking his head to the side as he spoke. “Aw? you upset darling?” He teased before laughing in a way that made you shiver in humiliation. “Not like i care. You needed to learn your lesson.”

He sighed as he started walking back towards your door, your eyes narrowing at him as he kept you in this uncomfortable position. Your protest at his leaving muffled by the gag in your mouth.

He chucked at your attempt at speaking, opening your door just slightly. “You can either get yourself out of that position or stay like that. I’m sure as hell not gonna waste my time helping you, not after what you tried to pull today.” He said, his tone dropping slightly to something colder before his typical, infuriatingly charming, smirk made its way back to his face. “Goodnight love.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . written by enzosbabyangel, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

[schemmentisimpasours]

Chapter 3- Getting Control Back

Summary: Melissa coming back to school the day after her argument with Barbara may not have been the best idea

TW: Alludes to toxic relationships, threats, use of the word slut

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The sound of the alarm blaring the next morning made you let out a large groan, burying further into Melissa’s side. That was when you realized that you still had your hand wrapped around Melissa’s hips and your head buried into her neck. You had been sure during the night that you would have moved, but it seems like you only curled further into her. You went to pull your arm away but Melissa’s hand grabbed yours not allowing you to move.

“Where do you think you are going honey?” Melissa said, letting out a small yawn, “I have ten more minutes before the alarm that says I have to get ready. I am not about to move out this bed a minute before then. And you stuck here now too.”

Too stunned to speak you remained close to Melissa’s side attempting to make your heart stop beating out of control. You were too scared to move or even breathe.

“Why you overthinking?” The older woman asked.

“I am not,” You mumbled.

Melissa turned towards you so that your faces were inches apart, “You think you know the only one keeping tabs on the other person? I know you Y/N and I know when you start overthinking. Your energy gets different.”

You quirked your eyebrow, “Reading my energy?”

“You have a notebook,” Melissa retorted making you laugh, “Now come on tell me what is going on in that beautiful head of yours. I don’t bite… well I mean I won’t bite ya today.”

You blushed burying your face into the pillow. This was not the conversation you thought would be happening after waking up to Melissa in your bed. Melissa waited patiently gently playing with your hair. To break the silence she began quoting her own random facts about you.

“Your hair looks gorgeous down, with curls that I would die to have naturally. You wear it down until the first bell rings then it goes into your high ponytail even on the days that you get a headache from it,” She stated simply.

“For the first hour of school you are the quietest like your body is still processing it has to be up for the day,” She continued, “It is also when you are the most honest too tired for biting your tongue.”

“When one of the kids is stressing you out you have this moment where your whole face scrunchies up before you take a deep breath and you can almost see the stress falling off of you. I still after all these years of teaching have yet to master that type of control.”

“I tried to give you coffee once and you were too scared to tell me that it makes you anxious that you drank it anyways. You were practically vibrating at lunch and you were so embarrassed to tell me what was wrong. I could tell something was wrong from the way you were all over the place and not in your normal functional chaos. That was the first time I ever hugged you and I could physically feel you relax,” Melissa recounted, “It was so cute and I never gave you coffee again. Instead I was bringing you lemonade and tea every day till I figured out what you would like. Which turned out to be strawberry lemonade and lavender tea depending on what you did the night before. After practice it was lemonade to give you a sugar kick. Anything involving grading, writing, or lesson plans it was a tea.”

“That was the day that I learned how to read your emotions. Watch for the times that maybe you had a little more anxiety than a normal day. When I needed to step in and hold you for a second longer during a hug. When you needed someone to pull you out of your own head,” Melissa whispered putting a strain of hair behind your ear, “I may not have written it down like you but I remember a lot about you baby, it is my mission.”

Your cheeks burned a bight red as you peered up at her, “That’s a lot to remember princess.”

“Yeah not a fan of that one,” Melissa chuckled happy to see you looking at her again, “We experiencing that after coffee type of anxiety right now? ”

“No,” You mumbled, “Just didn’t want you to think it was weird that I cuddle in my sleep.”

“You talk in your sleep too,” Melissa grinned, “But I find both of those things cute. If I didn’t want you cuddling I wouldn’t have crawled into your bed. And you put up with me snoring all night so we are even.”

“Is that the only reason you came in?”

Melissa fiddled with the loose strand of a blanket that was pulled across you both, “Couldn't sleep. Kept thinking of all the red flags I was ignoring and then the self deprecating thoughts started. I felt so stupid. I don’t want to feel stupid anymore.”

“Angel,” you said covering Melissa’s hand with your own, “You aren't stupid. She did a lot of horrible things to you and that is absolutely a reflection of her character not yours. You are amazing and didn't deserve that treatment.”

Melissa’s cheeks flushed red, “I'm far from an angel hun’.”

“You already took away my sunshine from me,” you groaned jokingly, “Now you are taking my angel from me?”

“No no no,” Melissa said quickly, “Angel you can keep. I’ll be your angel. ”

You smiled giving Melissa another squeeze as her alarm went off again, “I better get my extra clothes from my car.”

“You can borrow some of mine,” Melissa offered.

“And try to pull off those leather pants like you? I could never,” You laughed, “But I think I will take you up on a blazer. It’s a little cold out for the clothes I have.”

“Next time we have a sleepover I'll give you a lil more warning,” Melissa promised finally allowing you to be released from her side.

She watched you leave the room the shirt she gave you hanging off one shoulder exposing your bare skin. She couldn’t believe the words that had just tumbled out of her mouth. She had practically begged you to call her angel and told you more sleepovers would be happening. Not that Melissa minded that more sleepovers with you. She had been awake way before the alarm looking at how peaceful you were. Curls framing your face, the usual crinkle in your brow gone. Randomly you would mumble “Melissa don’t leave me. Don’t leave.” Hoping to not wake you she had just clutched you closer to her until you had settled.

“Hey cutie,” Your voice rang out breaking Melissa from her memories, “Got a blazer that would match this?”

Melissa didn’t realize you had even come back in as she stared at your thin strapped burgundy dress that cut off to show off your black pair of Timberlands. She gulped before heading to her bedroom. Quickly sliding through her closet, she pulled out her leather jacket. Her signature leather jacket that she never let anyone borrow. But the thought of you wearing that at school all day made her forget all about the fact that she was going to have to see Barbara today.

She handed you the leather jacket but you immediately tried to hand it back, “Woah wait a second. This is not the Schemmenti leather jacket is it?”

“It is now take it I gotta get ready especially if I am getting us breakfast this morning.”

“But Melissa,” You said and she swiveled on you.

“I don’t know who this Melissa person is,” She smiled innocently.

“Melissa Ann Schemmenti what are you doing?”

“Now you government naming me, and here I thought I was your angel?” She said walking towards her bedroom.

Right before she shut the door you looked at you a devilish gleam in her eye, “You created this monster. I only respond to pet names now.”

You rolled your eyes slipping on the leather jacket surrounded by her overwhelming smell. How could she smell like garlic bread, a splash of whiskey, and a scent so distinctly Melissa that it had your heart beating rapidly. There was no way that you were going to be able to get through the rest of the school day like this.

As you waited for Melissa you walked around her kitchen gathering supplies to make her coffee. You knew Melissa’s house from hours of watching her prepare dinners and you hadn't realized how much you missed being here until you looked around the kitchen. You could remember the conversation you had at the corner of the island about your recent break up with an ex you would love to forget. The time that you danced around the island with Melissa cause she needed “one damn minute away from this grading”. The time Melissa had you sit on the counter so you could watch her cook dinner that tonight too lazy to move the boxes of stuff she had covering the chairs. Every place in her house seemed to contain a random moment of you and Melissa.

“And here I thought you were making breakfast,” Melissa smirked as she grabbed her coffee cup off the counter.

“I don't eat breakfast,” you mumbled and took a step back as the redhead turned to glare at you.

“The hell you don’t. You eating something today. Come on I have a bakery we can go to.”

She grabbed her bag and stormed out the back door with you trailing behind. As she opened the garage Melissa remembered that it would be your car that greeted them. You merely handed the keys over to her and went to the passenger side.

“This is your car,” Melissa said her hands shaking slightly. No one had ever let her drive their car. Not even Joe.

“And I'm prepared for my passenger princess privileges,” You laughed getting inside, “Plus Subie is tough. She can handle your road rage.”

“I don't have road rage,” Melissa snipped.

You merely said a short mhm before Melissa started the car. She behaved herself most of the way to the bakery and school only swearing at three people. She paused in the parking lot glancing between Babara’s car and the school.

“It’s not too late to call in. I'll take care of the eagles.”

Melissa shook her head adamantly, “And wait at home all day while you are here. No thank you. I can do this.”

You grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently, “I believe in you angel.”

With your added support Melissa and you walked into school close but not touching. Barbara watched as you passed by her class and she immediately spotted the leather coat hugging onto you. She had expected Melissa to come crawling back to her last night but instead had spent the night alone stewing in anger. Her rage built as she noticed how unfazed Melissa seemed to be so entranced by something you were telling her. This couldn't happen. Not when Barbara was the one who was supposed to catch Melissa’s attention.

Melissa slipped off to go to the bathroom as you went inside the break room to put away your lunch. Soon you fell into a conversation with Janine and Jacob not realizing how long it took the older woman to join again.

After leaving the bathroom Melissa felt her arm being grabbed and she was harshly pushed back into the wall. Boxing her in Barbara Howard looked down at the slightly shorter woman.

“You didn't come last night,” She stated simply.

“After I had already told you no. And you called me a slut and told me to get out,” Melissa snipped, “Thought the signs were pretty clear I wasn't coming. We are done Barbara.”

“You don't mean that,” Barb said leaning closer, “No one can make you feel as I can. Isn't that what you told me last time.”

“You called me a slut,” Melissa said doing her best to control the memories of Barbara between her legs. It had been so long since it happened but Melissa could feel the ghost of her there.

“I don't care I want more,” Barbara said leaning down to kiss Melissa’s neck.

Melissa curled into herself trying to press away from the other woman thoughts now focused on you in the other room as your laughter spilled into the hall. Thoughts of the smile you gave her every time you entered the room. The way your scent had been stuck in her head since she had crawled into bed with you. The way your breath felt on her neck as you slept. The way you every pet name seemed to drip off your lips into her heart. How you held her just remind Melissa she was more than a sex toy. She couldn't let you see her like this.

“Sex is just a weapon for you Barbara. And I'm not your possession,” Melissa retorted finally pushing Barbara away.

She went to stalk away when Barbara called out, “You know you aren't going to find what you want in Y/N right? That love you so desperately seek. You are too broken to ever find it. You are weak and pathetic. She will leave you just like everyone else. Or you will become a monster just like me and take her to the pits of hell with you. I hope it is the second option. I can't wait to see her break. If you don't I will.”

Melissa swiveled reaching for one of the hardcover dictionaries and started to put it above her head, “Keep her name out of your mouth!”

As Melissa’s scream came into the break room you and Janine ran to intervene. You grabbed for the book as Janine blocked her from Barbara.

“Melissa,” you said but she still struggled to get from Janine’s grasp, “Angel look at me.”

Melissa paused for a moment as if her head finally cleared. Tears began to fill her eyes and you rested your hand gently against her cheek.

“I'm here angel,” You whispered, “Go with Janine to our class. I'll get your stuff.”

“Hurry,” Melissa whispered as Janine led her down the hall.

You grabbed Melissa’s stuff that had scattered across the hallway trying your best to avoid Barbara’s glare.

“She’s mine.” Barbara said casually, “Those little pet names, wearing her clothes and small touches… they are useless. She will never love you.”

The words hurt but you tried your best to keep your expression calm as you stood up. Without a word you turned towards Melissa’s classroom and flipped Barbara off.

“You are going to regret this.” Was the words that played in a loop in as you made your way to Melissa.

She was in you shared classroom pacing in front of your desk glaring at Janine who was blocking the door. You slipped inside and Janine let out a sigh of relief, “I thought she was going to take her bat out and chase me.”

“I hid the bat after she tried to chase your art friend with it,” you stated as Melissa growled, “I said you could get it back when it was an actual emergency.”

“She threatened you. That is an emergency,” Melissa said walking over and raking her eyes over you looking for anywhere Barbara may have touched.

“I am fine angel,” You promised the turned towards Janine, “Thank you for the help.”

“Of course,” Janine smiled glancing nervously at Melissa who wouldn't take her eyes of you.

You gave her a reassuring nod and she left out the door. As the door shut Melissa’s tears finally broke free. She fell into you burying herself in your shoulder. You caught yourself from stumbling and held her close to you. Your fingers immediately went up to her hair making small circles on her scalp.

“She didn't touch me angel. I'm okay.”

“She said I was broken and weak,” Melissa hiccuped, “So many horrible things but when she said she wanted to break you. I snapped. I couldn't let her do that to you.”

“Oh angel,” you said hugging her close, “You aren't any of those things. I promise you that you are not broken or weak. You tried to beat someone with a dictionary.”

“Could have been my bat,” Melissa mumbled still holding on to you.

“Still not giving it back,” you hummed kissing the top of her head.

As you moved to get the room ready Melissa watched you through wary eyes. There was something you weren't telling her. It vibrated around the room and she was determined to figure out what it was. However when she went to ask students started to file in and all she could do was focus on the task at hand.

Lunch was spent in Janine’s room planning for the Peter Rabbit project. It was Janine’s attempt to make sure Melissa and Barbara could stay separated as long as possible. And although Melissa still didn't fully trust the younger teacher she was grateful for the continued distraction and the fact that Janine brought her food to her perfectly heated up. Melissa’s beloved project had half her attention the other half on you. You had kept your curls down to distracted at the beginning of the day. You tucked it behind your ear making it lay on her leather jacket and Melissa she had been the one to do it for you. You smiled at the right spots and laughed but Melissa could tell that you were only half in the conversation. Like the rest of you was lost somewhere else.

At the end of the day as you gathered your things Melissa approached you, “Hun you look distracted. What did Barbara say to you?”

You paused for a moment looking at the gorgeous woman in front of you. Faint echoes of the words bounced in your head- she will never love you- but you couldn't believe it. Not after she held you close this morning basically begging to be called angel. Not when she was looking at you with such concern that it broke your heart. So instead you skipped the words that hurt the most and gave her the abbreviated version.

“Just that I would regret this,” You shrugged, “Little does she know that I'm the one with Edith.”

“I'm really sorry about all of this Y/N. I can understand if you don’t want to get all messed up in this,” Melissa said looking down guiltily.

You grabbed her chin gently guiding her to look up at you, “Angel, I'm here because I care for you and want to defend your honor. I don't care how messy it is. I'm not going anywhere.”

Melissa looked up at you and for a moment could almost make herself believe what you said. Till little demon Barbara reappeared on her shoulder-She will leave you. You are broken and weak- and Melissa was again trapped in her head as you walked her to her car. Giving her a hug before walking away and climbing into your Subaru radio blaring as you drove out the parking lot. She sat in her car watching you and her heart seemed to cry out- Please come back I want to go home with you.

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𝖰𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 2

TW: yandere behavior, cnc, r4pe, abductor and captor, (the characters are aged up let’s just act like they stayed in dorms so everyone is around 19-20) NSFW

ignore any typos please and thank you, this is one of the longer ones so sit back and grab a snack ||fem reader nothing specified but gender and quirk

(let me know if you enjoy longer or shorter stories!)

your palms sweat as you’re nervous to walk back inside the classroom after weeks.. no MONTHS of absence.. you were unaware of all the cover ups kirishima had dished out you closed your eyes and sighed walking in the class just having a moment to discuss what Aizawa had just told them for todays lesson

Kiri right behind you, he was never going to let you guys sneak around and hide your relationship.. even before he was very open with his friends about how he felt about you just clearly never told him the plan of KIDNAPPING but.. nonetheless, your friends instantly bolted up to you, Jiro, hagakure, and midorya along with other but you weren’t too close to class A even though you transferred in your friends were mainly in class 1B but 1A was very nice to you still

“hey y/n how was your work study!” midorya said with his notebook out with a pen behind his ear

“yea! did you fight anyone outside of training??” denki chimed in

“did you learn any new moves??” Uraraka asked

“i doubt it’d be anything better than mine.” bakugo said from the side of the class having been shouting at sero about the assignment they’d just gotten.. after you looked at kiri confusedly he smiled brightly his red hair sticking up and his sharp teeth showing “y/n actually JUST got dropped off, im sure she’s tired maybe let’s ask about it later at lunch! as of now what are we doing in class?” he raised a brow as he guides you by your hips to your seat everyone seeing this, the girls giggling and the guys having a slight look of shock to their face you just sat down, even though he was lying through his teeth. he was right you were tired you weren’t used to waking up for school anymore you forsure had to get back into your routine

“we’re meeting up with class 1b, we’re going to be doing training together again.. i’m not sure why? it’s pretty random but” tsuyu said

“then again when isn’t our class assignments random” momo chimed in

“regardless we should start getting prepared we don’t want to be late and give class 1B another reason to dislike our class” ida said

after getting ready you walked next to the girls talking with them catching up as you entered the new training dome the old faces flooding back but one standing out.. who was he? you were never IN class 1b you would just meet them separately when walking around.. you’d thought you met everyone already but clearly not

“y/n!” kendo waved with a smile “where have you been girl” she asked as she put a hand on her hip to talk to you while also watching out for her classmates mouth

“oh i had- a last minute work study.. i um, since i came to the hero course late i needed to get that out of the way” you lied on your toes

she nodded “you’ll have to tell me about it! how cool is it that we get to train together “ she continues the conversation but honestly you were zoning in and out of it.. you were curious about the man you’d never seen before

“who is that” you accidentally cut her off while motioning to this guy

“oh that’s tetsu tetsu” she looked to him and then called him over, your cheeks started to get read as he was running over kirishima took a break from talking to his friends to look and see what you were up to, as he saw tetsutetsu running up to you he stood on guard

Kendo heard her classmate start to get a little too chatty, she excused herself walking straight over to monoma and snatching him up apologizing for him yet again

you were alone with this steel man infront of you.. he spoke starting the conversation off with a smile and trying to get to know you, you entertained it truthfully this made kirishima’s blood boil he tried to keep his composure not wanting to blow up here and now. why did this guy think he could talk to his babe?? you were HIS and HIS only not to be shared or easily acceded, he walked over with a fake smile and butted into your conversation, you looked at kiri then tetsutetsu.. then back again.. then again. why the hell were they so similar? kiri wrapped his arm around you “ hey babe! are you ready to train hard! not harder than me because the manly thing to do would be to train the hardest “ he smiled you nodded “ honestly i’m probably the only one who really needs this extra training “ you shook your head, kiri used this opportunity to turn you away and walk you back to their side you noticed this “i- “ you turned back to tetsutetsu who was waving with a chuckle, kiri balled his fist up as you both were away now he’d taken you back to his friends and there you were again not knowing what was going on but somehow still in the middle of the conversation what with denki and kirishima pulling you in for your input on topics here and there how could you space out

as you all stood in your hero outfits you crossed your arms waiting then a loud alarm went off you covered your ears quickly as villains ran out, but they weren’t normal villains they were teachers pretending but man were they being destructive ida and kendo were quick to call out plays and plans each class following the instructions of the most trusted

you all were off quick, you wanted to be a sidekick.. something like hawks you wanted to make someone else make their way to greatness so your training was a but different, you ran in jumping through the sky at fast speeds and teleporting in mid air getting all the play civilians out the way of harm

kirishima followed behind you using his quirk to break any rubble that flew your way as he took down the villains guarding those who you had to save, as soon as you got everyone back you were on the guard to watch them, making sure no one was harmed or injured you stood up grabbing your long swords putting some of your quirk energy into them to make the weapon more powerful, you watched the door to the safe haven that held the civilians

before you could even look over a kick was sent your way sending you down, you blocked it at the last moment but couldn’t stop the momentum, looking down at your arms where the blow had landed now being a bit of red “fuck” you mumbled as you jumped up in the tree where you had been knocked down from

You crouch on a thick branch, hidden in the shadows of the training dome’s artificial forest. Your katanas are ready, the familiar weight grounding you as you listen for any sign of movement below. Mirko, the Rabbit Hero, is somewhere in the underbrush—fast, you know it. you saw her. she was playing the villain today. You knew she wouldn’t hold back.

Your Quirk hums with energy, primed for teleportation and high jumps. A snap of branches below signals her approach. You catch a glimpse of white—a flash of her ears—before she rockets upward, aiming directly for you. Instinct kicks in, and you teleport just as her powerful kick obliterates the branch you were perched on. You reappear on another limb, high above, your senses sharp.

Mirko grins as she spots you, her relentless speed closing the distance in an instant. You teleport again, keeping her guessing, your katanas flashing in the dim light as you strike from behind. She’s fast, but you’re quicker, anticipating her every move. There’s something more at stake today—a subtle caution in your movements, a reason to protect yourself with even greater precision.

As you battle Mirko, another clash unfolds in the training dome. Best Jeanist, acting as the “boss” villain, uses his Quirk to control the fibers around him, manipulating the environment to ensnare his opponents. Six students—Bakugo, Ashido, and Sero from Class 1A, along with Monoma, Tokage, and Kamakiri from Class 1B—face off against him.

Jeanist’s fibers snake through the simulated city, creating barriers and traps. Bakugo blasts through them with his explosions, shouting, “Outta my way, you damn extras!” His relentless energy sends shockwaves across the battlefield, but Jeanist adapts, tightening his grip.

Ashido melts the barriers with her acid, clearing paths, while Sero swings through the chaos with his tape. Monoma, ever the strategist, copies Sero’s Quirk, using it in tandem to bind Jeanist’s fibers. “We need to coordinate better!” Monoma urges.

Bakugo scoffs, “Like I’m taking orders from you, copycat!”

As the battle intensifies, Tokage splits her body into pieces, scattering around Jeanist to create distractions. Kamakiri slashes through the fibers with his blades, trying to cut a path forward. But Jeanist’s control is overwhelming, and the group struggles to gain ground.

In the midst of the chaos, Tokage yells, “Bakugo, we need your explosions to disrupt him! Sero, get ready to tie him down!”

Bakugo sneers, “Don’t tell me what to do!”

Before Bakugo can argue further, Sero snaps at him, “Bakugo, focus! We won’t win if you don’t listen!”

Bakugo glares but knows Sero’s right. “Fine! But this better work!” he grumbles.

With a fierce explosion, Bakugo creates a massive shockwave that shakes the battlefield, forcing Jeanist to lose control of his fibers. Sero and Monoma act quickly, shooting their tape to bind Jeanist’s arms and legs. Tokage’s scattered body parts add confusion, while Kamakiri slashes through any fibers that attempt to regroup.

Ashido seizes the moment, dousing the area around Jeanist with her acid, weakening his defenses. Bakugo delivers a final, powerful blast, breaking through Jeanist’s control entirely.

Best Jeanist, impressed by their unexpected synergy, concedes, “Well done. You’ve shown real teamwork.”

The exercise ends with the announcement of their victory. The six students, panting but triumphant, exchange looks of pride. Bakugo scowls, though a hint of satisfaction lingers in his eyes. “Tch, you better not get used to me listening to you,” he mutters.

As the victorious team of students from Classes 1A and 1B stay on guard, the sounds of their fight ending echo faintly through the training dome. But in another part of the dome, your battle is far from over.

The clash between you and Mirko is intense, the training exercise pushing both of you to the limit

As she dodges and lunged again, you teleport above her, diving down with your katanas poised for a decisive strike. She barely has time to react, twisting to avoid the worst of it, but your blade still grazes her side. The impact sends you both tumbling through the branches, but you teleport just before hitting the ground, landing lightly as Mirko rolls to her feet.

She’s breathing hard, a grin of respect on her face. “You’re tough to pin down,” she admits, clearly impressed.

You lower your swords slightly, maintaining your focus. “Speed alone won’t win this,” you reply, your voice steady.

Mirko nods, hopping back with a look that says she’s noticed the change in your approach, even if she doesn’t understand it. “Keep fighting like that, and you’ll be unstoppable.”

As she gets away, you know the real challenge is just beginning. You’ve proven you’re more than ready for what’s ahead, your Quirk sharp, your resolve even sharper ready to hold your own in this damned class.

You make your way through the dense forest, each step feeling heavier than the last. The training dome’s artificial environment is convincing, but it’s the fatigue that’s all too real. You haven’t eaten anything today—only managed to keep down some water before throwing up this morning—but you push the discomfort aside. There’s still work to be done.

The small house where the civilians are sheltered comes into view, and you spot Kirishima at the entrance, standing guard. His eyes brighten when he sees you, and he quickly makes his way over. “Hey! You hanging in there?”

You nod, though the dizziness is getting harder to ignore. “Just checking on the civilians,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. The last thing you want is for him to notice how worn out you’re feeling.

Kirishima gives you a once-over, his expression softening with concern. “You sure you’re okay? You don’t look too great.”

You force a smile. “Just tired. It’s been a rough morning.”

He frowns slightly, still not convinced. “You’ve been going nonstop. If you need to take a break, I can handle things here.”

The offer is tempting, but you shake your head. “I’ll be fine. I’ll grab something to eat at lunch.”

Together, you check on the civilians inside the house. They’re safe, which is a relief, but you can feel your energy fading fast. The lightheadedness intensifies, and you have to steady yourself against the doorframe as you step back outside.

The sun is warm, filtering through the leaves, but it does little to chase away the chill that’s starting to settle in your bones. You take a deep breath, hoping it’ll clear your head, but your vision blurs slightly. You blink hard, focusing on Kirishima’s steady presence beside you.

“Training’s almost over,” he says, glancing around. “Looks like 1A and 1B really pulled together.”

You nod, though even that small motion feels like it takes too much effort. The teamwork between the classes has paid off, and the announcement over the intercom confirms it. “Good work, everyone. Classes 1A and 1B, please return to the main building for lunch.”

Kirishima grins, giving you a thumbs-up. “We did it!”

You return the gesture weakly, your thoughts consumed by the idea of food. “Let’s head back,” you say, your voice softer than you intended.

As you walk toward the exit, Kirishima stays close, his eyes never leaving you. “Seriously, if you’re not feeling well, let me help. I’ll make sure you get to the cafeteria, okay?”

You manage a small sigh your head throbbing “ill be fine i swear it” you softly say

He smiles, but there’s an undercurrent of multiple different emotions but the main one , concern. that he doesn’t dare voice. You’re grateful for him even letting you out the dorm today, even if you can’t quite place why you’re feeling so off. Right now, all you can think about is getting something to eat and shaking off this strange weakness. you’ve used up your teleportation for the day. one of the main reasons you hardly use that quirk

The victory in the training exercise feels distant as you focus on making it back to the main building. Lunch is next, and you know you need to refuel. Whatever’s going on, you’ll figure it out later—after you’ve had a chance to rest and recover.

After the intense training exercise, the students head back to the main building for lunch. The atmosphere is lighter, filled with chatter and the clinking of trays. You and Kirishima, freshly changed and looking a bit worn, make your way to the cafeteria. His hand is firmly on your hip, a constant presence as he guides you through the crowd.

The usual suspects from Class 1A and 1B have already gathered, their voices mingling in a cacophony of post-training relief. Kirishima steers you toward an empty table, where Midoriya, Uraraka, Jiro, and others from both classes are waiting.

“Hey, y/n!” Midoriya greets enthusiastically, notebook and pen still in hand. “So, how was your work study? Kirishima mentioned it was pretty intense.”

“Yeah,” Uraraka chimes in, “did you get to face any villains or learn new techniques?”

Bakugo, sitting with his usual scowl, adds, “Hope it wasn’t just some fluff job. Better be something worth your time.”

Kirishima, his arm around you, smiles brightly. “It was definitely a challenging experience! But y/n’s been working hard and could use a break. Maybe we should save the details for another time?”

Denki, leaning forward, grins. “Come on, just a little teaser? Was it as crazy as the stuff we did today?”

You give a tired smile, thankful for Kirishima’s attempt to shift focus. “It was... pretty demanding. I learned a lot, though.”

Jiro tilts her head, still curious. “Kirishima made it sound like you were in the thick of it. Any cool stories?”

You nod slightly, glancing at Kirishima. “Maybe I’ll share more later. For now, I’m just looking forward to some food and a bit of rest.”

Kirishima chuckles, squeezing your shoulder gently. “Yeah, let’s focus on enjoying lunch. We all worked hard today.”

As you settle into your seat, Kirishima finally releases his grip, though his hand lingers close by. The group’s curiosity remains piqued, and Midoriya presses further. “Come on, y/n, just a bit more about your work study?”

You take a deep breath, smiling to keep up the pretense. “Alright, fine. There was this one moment I fought a hero pretending to be a villain. It was pretty intense. I used some of the techniques I picked up to keep up with her.”

“Really?” Uraraka leans in, eyes wide. “What happened?”

You nod, picking up your fork. “Well, I was up against Mirko, the Rabbit Hero. She’s incredibly fast. I had to rely on my teleportation and high jumps to stay out of her reach. There was one time I was perched in a tree, and she charged at me. I teleported just before she reached me and struck from above. It was a close call.”

Jiro looks impressed. “Sounds like you had to stay on your toes. Did you use any new moves or strategies?”

You nod, keeping the details vague. “Yeah, I combined some of the techniques I’d been working on. Like using my teleportation to disorient her and then hitting her with a surprise attack. It wasn’t exactly easy, but I managed to pull through.”

Bakugo, with a skeptical look, mutters, “Sounds like you didn’t learn anything new but just got to show off your usual tricks.”

You shrug, a smirk playing on your lips. “You could say that. Sometimes it’s just about using what you’ve already mastered in new ways.”

Kirishima grins, relieved by the change of topic. “Well, whatever you did, it must have been impressive. I’m just glad you’re back and in one piece.”

The conversation shifts, with everyone eager to share their own experiences from the training. As you enjoy your meal, you let yourself relax, the warmth of the cafeteria and the friendly banter a welcome contrast to the day’s earlier chaos.

As the group finishes classes up and heads back to their dorms, you and Kirishima make your way to your “shared” dorm. The atmosphere in the hall is relaxed, filled with the casual chatter of students winding down after the day’s training.

When you finally reach the door to your room, Kirishima’s usual easygoing smile fades, replaced by a more serious expression. You notice the change, but before you can ask, he opens the door and ushers you inside.

The moment the door clicks shut, Kirishima’s demeanor shifts from jovial to intense. He turns to face you, his brows furrowed.

“Hey, what was that back there with Tetsutetsu?”

You look up, startled. “What do you mean?”

“You seemed pretty chummy with him,” Kirishima says, his voice edged with frustration. “He was all over you, and you didn’t exactly push him away.”

You quickly try to defuse the situation. “It wasn’t like that. He was just being friendly.”

Kirishima’s expression hardens. “Friendly? You were practically cornered by him. I saw the way he looked at you. I don’t like it.”

You shake your head, trying to explain.

“Kirishima, it’s nothing. We were just talking in barely even know the guy.”

His frustration doesn’t wane. “It’s not just about him. It’s about how he was acting like he had some claim over you, and it bothered me.”

Seeing his anger, you try to reassure him. “Kiri, it really was nothing. I wasn’t interested in him. He was just a bit too forward, and I was trying to be polite.”

“bullshit so laughing and talking and blushing is being polite.” he looked away growing more annoyed with the situation. “y/n don’t- make me.. do something i don’t want to.. it won’t be very heroic.” he said as he walked into the dorm more going to his closet to take his close off and change

you worried about that statement.. what did he mean..?

whatever he meant this anger needed to go somewhere.

“y/n.” he called from the bedroom..

PART 1 (part 3 coming soon)

[kayewrite]

How to Love?

genre:; fluff, angst (not really). word counting: 1754

Seungmin x reader (ft. mingyu of seventeen). college Seungmin!. Medicine student Seungmin! (will write lots of university fics because im delulu college student *sobs)

wherein:  You are just curious, and you asked for tips from your friend, who willingly helped you.

i reccommend you to listen "how to love" by Day6

You've never been in a relationship before.

Your focus has always been on studying. Study. And more study.

Aiming for the top has always been your priority, which is why the idea of having a boyfriend (or girlfriend) never even crossed your mind.

Besides, no one’s ever asked you out, so why bother thinking about relationships when the opportunity hasn’t even presented itself? (By the way, you’re not some stereotypical nerd. You love makeup and dressing up for yourself.)

But now that you’re in college, things are different. Your goals are getting harder to achieve. It’s not just that the course is challenging; it’s also because it’s not what you wanted to study in the first place. You’re here because of family pressure, and that’s made it even harder to keep up with your lessons.

In college, you start to realize something important:

Studying too much can really drain you.

As you look around, you notice how others are balancing their lives. Your deskmate parties every weekend, yet somehow she has the same grades as you. The notorious bad boy sitting in front, who’s always playing with girls' hearts and puts his studies at the bottom of his priority list, scored higher than you in Differential Equations.

And then there’s your dorm mate, who blushes while talking to someone on the phone. She has a boyfriend, yet she manages to balance her studies without letting it distract her. (By the way, why is she blushing?)

"I'm tired, physically and mentally," you say, resting your head on the cafeteria table while Seungmin, your friend, munches on his sandwich.

"That's what you get after not sleeping for several days and then pressuring yourself too much," he replies, continuing to eat his sandwich—wait, that’s yours!

You lift your head, tired but still sane.

"Then what should I do? What do college students do? Isn’t it our responsibility to learn?"

Seungmin rolls his eyes at your statement. "What are we, robots?" He puts down your sandwich and wipes his mouth with a napkin, realizing that it’s yours and that he should stop eating. (Only 1/8 of the sandwich is left.)

"Listen, you need to get a life. You’re wasting your college years with your nose buried in books. You should enjoy college because after this, adult life limits your happiness. So, as long as you can, enjoy and live your life."

On a normal day, you’d tease him, calling him dumb and saying he’s talking nonsense, but maybe because you’re so tired, or something else, for the first time what he’s saying makes sense.

"Wow, you’re making sense." Your face lights up, and Seungmin can’t help but laugh. "Is that what studying medicine does to you?"

"I'm always a genius, you dumbass. Eat my medals."

What Seungmin said rings in your brain. For the first time, you don’t stress about the upcoming exam.

"Seungmin," you call out after a long, comfortable silence.

"What?"

"I should date."

"Date what?"

"Date someone."

Suddenly, Seungmin clasps his hands together in an overly dramatic way and closes his eyes.

"Finally, my prayers have been heard."

But how do you start?

You weren’t pressured by your surroundings, right? You just want to experience it.

Experience.

But how?

"How?" you ask Seungmin when you sit under the mango tree, studying (again).

"How what? Don’t ask me math questions."

"I mean… how did you meet Shin?" you ask, closing your book.

Seungmin has a lot of experience in love. He’s had many girlfriends (and why not? He’s handsome). So asking him questions about love is never difficult.

Seungmin looks at you intently, his face showing a hint of curiosity.

"She came to me."

"And then what?" Curiosity is evident on your face. Why haven’t you asked him questions like this before?

"And then we dated."

"That fast?"

"It’s because she loved me too much, and I was just doing her a favor." You slap him hard.

"You’re a playboy."

"I’m not. I’m kind."

"So if anyone likes you, you just date them?"

"Well… no."

"I think I’m an idiot for asking you for advice." You lean back and open your book again.

Seungmin laughs at you. He realizes you must be serious about your decision, so why not help? (As a good friend should.)

"Okay, now listen to me. You won’t regret this decision, right?"

"Why are you getting scary?" you comment as he speaks with an unusually serious face.

"I mean, as your friend—a handsome friend, mind you—I’m going to tell you…" He pauses for dramatic effect. "How to love."

You pause, then hit his arm.

"Why are you making that serious face? You’re so funny." You both laugh, and when you’re tired from laughing, Seungmin continues.

"First, fall in love."

"Well, step one is kinda hard."

"Just use your charm, and then you’ll find love. And never let go of the people who want to take care of you. Have you seen yourself? You’re pushing people away."

"I am?" You think back to times in your life when you’ve pushed people away.

"Yes. So never do that. And if you find love, contact me for step two." He laughs, then stands up and runs off.

"What is this, a YouTube tutorial?" you sigh and open your book again, but your attention isn’t there.

"How can I find it?"

You sat alone at your usual spot in the cafeteria, a tray of untouched food in front of you. The sounds of chatter and laughter surrounded you, but your mind was elsewhere, replaying Seungmin's words about finding love. You let out a small sigh, thinking about how you’d even begin.

As you poked at your sandwich, someone slid into the seat across from you. You looked up, surprised. It was Mingyu, the handsome senior from your department. You’d seen him around before, but never this close. He had a confident, easygoing smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“Hey,” he said casually, setting his coffee down. “Mind if I sit here?”

You blinked, momentarily lost for words, then nodded. “Sure.”

He grinned. “I’ve seen you around. You’re always so focused, it’s impressive.”

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. “Thanks, I guess. I just… try to stay on top of things.”

“You don’t have to explain,” he chuckled. “I get it. College is a lot. But you know, it’s also important to have fun.”

You looked at him, curiosity piqued. “And what do you do for fun?”

Mingyu leaned back, taking a sip of his coffee before answering. “I hang out with friends, play some basketball, and sometimes… I just like to talk to interesting people.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile. The conversation flowed naturally from there—jokes, stories, shared frustrations about classes. Time seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, the bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period.

Mingyu stood up, grabbing his things. “Hey, this was fun. Can I get your number? Maybe we can do this again sometime.”

Your heart raced as you fumbled to take out your phone. “Yeah, sure.”

After exchanging numbers, Mingyu flashed you one last smile before heading off to his next class. You sat there for a moment, still processing what had just happened. Then, without thinking, you grabbed your phone and dialed Seungmin.

“I think I found it,” you said as soon as he picked up.

Seungmin's voice on the other end was a mix of surprise and amusement. “Already? Wow, that was fast.”

Later that day, you met Seungmin again, and he couldn’t believe how quickly things had progressed. “So, what’s step two?” you asked, eager to hear more of his so-called wisdom.

Seungmin smirked. “Step two is to develop trust. It’s not easy, especially when you don’t know someone that well, but it’s crucial.”

You nodded, feeling a bit anxious. Trust wasn’t something you gave easily, but you were determined to see this through.

As days turned into weeks, you and Mingyu kept in touch, though not always frequently. He was busy with his senior projects, and you were swamped with your own studies, but whenever you did talk, there was a comfort and ease that made you feel safe. You found yourself trusting him, even when he wasn’t around.

One day, he invited you to a coffee shop off-campus. You said yes without hesitation. The atmosphere was cozy, with soft music playing in the background. As you sat across from Mingyu, sipping your drinks and chatting about anything and everything, you felt a warmth spread through you.

“I really enjoy spending time with you,” Mingyu said, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you. “Will you go out with me?”

You didn’t answer right away, but the smile on your face said it all.

The next time you saw Seungmin, he could tell something had changed. You were happier, lighter, and it was all thanks to Mingyu. “Alright, you’re ready for step three,” Seungmin said with a grin.

“What’s that?” you asked, still smiling from your last date.

“Build commitment. That’s the final step,” he said, though there was a hint of something else in his voice—something you couldn’t quite place. But you were too caught up in your happiness to notice.

As the days passed, you and Mingyu grew closer. You spent more time together, studying, laughing, sharing your dreams and fears. You felt safe with him, and that trust grew into something deeper. But every now and then, when you were with Seungmin, you’d catch him looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read.

One afternoon, you were in the library with Mingyu, your heads bent over your books. Seungmin walked by, and you looked up, catching his eye. He smiled, a soft, bittersweet smile that made your heart ache just a little. He was happy for you, that much was clear, but there was something more—something he wasn’t saying.

You watched him walk away, a thought nagging at the back of your mind. But before you could dwell on it, Mingyu nudged you, making you laugh with another one of his jokes. The moment passed, and you pushed the thought aside.

But deep down, you knew. You knew there was more to Seungmin’s advice than just friendly concern. And as you watched him disappear into the stacks of books, you realized that maybe, just maybe, the steps to love he’d shared with you were ones he’d already taken… with you.

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One Step Away From You (Chapter 11)

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Chapter Summary: Overwhelmed by your feelings for Eddie, you don't learn your lesson and begin to pull away from him again. But with the help of Steve and Robin, Eddie's not letting you get away so easily this time. WC: 7.6k Warnings: MDNI. Honestly just an emotionally heavy chapter. Anxiety, triggers to previous 'relationship'. Angst, fluff, hurt, and comfort. Well, here it is everybody. The chapter we've all been waiting for! I honestly teared up a bit writing this. I really hope you all enjoy it and feel it was worth the wait, angst, and tension I put you through. Series taglist: @eddie-is-a-god @siriusmaraudeers @amandahobblepot @littlexdeaths

Thursday, February 13th, 1986

“Soooo, how long exactly are you planning on keeping this up?”

Robin’s voice pulls you from your concentration, looking up from your History notes to be met with her expectant gaze. Your eyes flicker around your surroundings in confusion.

“What? …Studying?”

“No, dingus! This thing with Eddie!”

You sigh, shoulders slumping in defeat as she continues rambling. 

“This whole slowly pulling away from Eddie because you think it’s going to magically make your feelings for him disappear. Because that went SO WELL the last time-”

“Robin” you hiss as your eyes dart around the two of you, trying to determine if any of the other students taking shelter in the library instead of the lunchroom can overhear.

“What? It’s true! You’re only hurting yourself and him.”

“It’s only temporary, Rob.” you reassure, making a feeble attempt to both subdue her and bring your focus back to your notes.

“Temporary… right. Well, what if the damage done in the process isn’t?”

Your hands rub over your face in frustration, huffing before you meet her stare.

“Look, it’s not the same as last time. It’s not like I’ve completely shut him out. I’ve just taken a step back, that’s all. Just until I feel like I can handle being around him so much for the rest of the school year.” 

Instead of being met with her continued ramblings, she just stares at you with raised brows. An expression that reads ‘I see right through your bullshit’. Before she can say so, the screeching ring of the bell signaling the end of the lunch period provides the perfect exit to the conversation you’ve been avoiding from both her and Steve.

“This conversation isn’t over!” she insists with a hushed whisper as you enter the school halls.

“Bye, Robin!” you exclaim before parting from her side, heading down opposite ends of the hall to your next class.

Over the last 3 weeks since the events of the concert and Eddie’s birthday, you’d begun to pull away from him. Slowly, bit by bit. Electing to spend more lunch periods with Robin in the library. Spending more evenings with Steve and Robin or your mom. Even visiting your dad a few times. Picking up more work shifts. Some you needed to go to right after school, less carpooling. Nothing that couldn’t be written off with excuses. 

You needed to save money ahead of college in the fall. You’d noticed you were spending less time with your mom and other friends and wanted to change that.

You still carpooled some days, still sat at the Hellfire table for lunch, still attended Hellfire meetings and your movie nights after, but your presence around Eddie had been dwindling.

Enough to be noticeable, but still around enough to not be alarming, you hope.

You don’t know what else to do.

After the night of Eddie's birthday, you felt so overwhelmed with the feelings you’ve been suppressing for so long. Feelings and desires for him. Overwhelmed by his presence. His meaningless pet names and soft touches. 

You’re tired of it, and so are your two other closest friends. Steve manages to bring Eddie up every time you hang out, insisting you just tell him how you feel. 

He doesn’t understand.

You can handle rejection, you’ve dealt with it plenty of times throughout your life. What you can’t handle is rejection from Eddie. The thought alone devastates you, keeping you from confessing the feelings for him you hold so close to your heart, on top of fear it would unravel your friendship.

You turn the knob entering the combination to your locker, switching out your books for your afternoon classes. A sliver of pink flashes through your vision, a card falling to the ground, slipped through the slits at the top. You stare at the pink paper next to your feet for a few seconds, uncertainty filling your mind. 

A Valentine's gram. 

They’d been advertising it all week ahead of Valentine’s Day tomorrow. Tables set up in the front atrium and cafeteria to send candy grams and letters to other students. You take a sharp inhale through your nostrils before reaching down to grab it, twirling it in your hands before getting the courage to open the note.

You’re the most beautiful girl these cynical eyes have ever seen.

Your Secret Admirer

Reading the words over and over again you gulp, forcing down the quickly rising lump in your throat as painful memories are triggered. Heat rises in your cheeks, eyes quickly darting around you. Scanning the halls for anyone watching, snickering with their friends at the prank. 

But no one’s watching you, everyone going about their business. Casually chatting with friends or hurrying down the halls to get to their next class on time. 

You shove the pink note in your bag, grabbing the last of your books before slamming the locker door shut. Trudging down the hall to your next class. Avoiding the eyes of your classmates, even Eddie, as you slump into your seat. 

Memories of this time last year creeping into your mind. 

Justin.

He’d left a note in your locker for Valentine’s Day too. 

“You’re so beautiful.

Meet me by the bleachers at 3”

The day after Valentine’s when you let him be your first and only, just for it to all be a joke. A heartless prank.  

The note in your locker brings back that pain, embarrassment, and anger. The similarities, the anniversary. It poisons your mood for the day, unable to bring yourself to focus at all in your last  classes. Zoning out as you stare at the board, memories of Justin, your friendship and feelings for Eddie swarming your mind.

You’re so consumed by it you don’t hear his footsteps approaching from behind as you leave the classroom.

“Hey, you! What’s up?”

“Oh. Hey, Eds. Not much.”

“You alright? You look a little-”

“I’m fine. Look I um, I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” His steps stop with yours as you exit the front doors of the school, quickly lighting a cigarette and taking a drag before you continue. “I’m not going to be able to make it to Hellfire tomorrow.”

“W-What do you mean, is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine. My aunt asked me to cover, the guy that took over my Friday night shifts is sick. I’m sorry.” You shrug defeatedly. 

Another lie added to the list of excuses you’ve fed him over the last few weeks to avoid being around him too much. You asked your Aunt for the shift, but he doesn’t need to know that.

Sighing, his hands go to his hips as he looks around the parking lot.

“Well, you’re going to have to find a sub.”

“I’ll find a sub, Eddie.” You say exasperatedly, rolling your eyes. Before he can comment on your clearly sour mood, you try to dismiss it with a shake of your head. “Look, I gotta go to work. I’ll catch you later, alright?”

You don’t wait for a response as you begin the walk from the school to your truck, hearing his dumbfounded “Alright” from behind you.

Not bothering to let your eyes seek him out as you pull out of the school parking lot.

You hate this.

Hate lying to him. Hate trying to spend just enough time with him to subdue worries or complaints. Hate that you’re doing what you’ve always done; holding everything in, avoiding conflict and procrastinating the inevitable. It’s what you’ve always done because it’s the only way you’ve been taught how to handle your problems. Left to your own devices to figure it out.

You hate that you don’t know how to handle this any other way.

Most of all, you hate that you’re hopelessly in love with your best friend.

Friday, February 14th, 1986

There’s something wrong with you and Eddie knows it. Despite your efforts to pull away from him as slowly and subtly as you can, he’s noticed your growing absence over the weeks. Always giving an excuse that seems to make sense, but he can’t get rid of the gut feeling that something else is going on. He’s asked, but you always tell him everything’s fine. 

You’re just tired, busy, working, trying to spend more time with family. 

The excuses would satisfy anyone else, taking them at face value, but he’s known you long enough to know when you’re holding something in, something that’s weighing heavily on your mind. He can’t deny that your fading presence hasn’t triggered a fear, a fear going back 3 years when you pulled away from him completely. You were thousands of miles away then, but he’s watching you do the same thing now right in front of him, only slower. That realization and the fear that it will reach the inevitable point where you cut him off completely again has had him in an internal panic for the past weeks.

Spending nights alone in his room racking his brain for anything he could’ve done to cause this. The excuses and less time spent together started 3 weeks ago, soon after his birthday and the concert the week before that. He relives those nights. 

The concert. He admits he let himself get carried away in a few moments. Letting the energy and environment take over, touching you more than he usually would. Hoping you’d see it as nothing more than him being a protective friend, and at the same time hoping you’d see it for what it really is, his feeble attempt at sending you signs of his feelings he’s too afraid to admit. Too afraid those feelings would scare you away, cutting him off from your life again. 

Maybe that’s exactly what’s happening now. You saw his actions for what they are. He was too forward, too creepy. It overwhelmed you. He feels so damn stupid, jeopardizing your friendship like that by putting his selfish desires first.

And who knows what he did the night of his birthday, drinking too many Rum and Coke’s to remember. He cringes at the thought, regret filling his mind and body.

Maybe he took it a step even farther in the wrong direction with that Valentine’s note left in your locker. He’d convinced Gareth to write it for him, you’d recognize Eddie’s handwriting but not his. He knew you’d see it before your afternoon classes, hoping at the least it’d just put a smile on your face. But there was no smile in sight when you walked into English class, a frown and a look of sorrow etched into your features. 

He knew he’d fucked up. When you told him you’d be missing Hellfire, despite your seemingly reasonable excuse, he can’t help but think the reason is really him.

Your usual seat at Hellfire is taken by Max. He wonders what you did to convince the girl to take your spot as she looks among the members in skepticism. Your absence at Hellfire leaves a hollow feeling in his heart. You’d never missed a campaign since you joined, the thought that this wouldn’t be the last scares him. Despite worrying that he’s done too much and has pushed you away, he feels like he has to do something. Fear driving him to fight in some way, but he isn’t sure what to do.

That uncertainty drives him to the parking lot of Family Video after Hellfire to seek out the help of your other best friends. Watching various customers leave under the neon sign, couples renting romance movies for the holiday. His rings anxiously tap against the steering wheel as he gathers his courage, waiting for the right moment. The less people in the video store, the better. A Friday night on Valentine’s Day probably wasn’t the best choice, but he can’t stand being stuck in his own head any longer.

Van keys in hand, he slams the driver’s door shut before striding toward the glass doors.

“Welcome to Family Vid-” Steve begins his usual work greeting, cut off guard looking up from the stack of tapes to see Eddie approaching the counter. “Ah, Munson. Here to rent another gory slasher?”

Robin’s ears quirk up at the mention of Eddie’s name, disregarding the customer in front of her asking about the latest Tom Cruise flick as she peeks over the video stands toward the counter.

“Uh, no. I’m actually here to talk.” Eddie mutters as he looks around the store, appearing frazzled. Skin clammy and hair more wild than usual. His eyes meet Robin’s, which widens before turning back to her customer, failing to appear nonchalant.

“Talk?” Steve crosses his arms, acting surprised. He already knows, though, what exactly Eddie wants to talk about. Given the increasing distance you’ve put between you two, Steve knew it would come to a head eventually. He didn’t exactly expect Eddie to seek him out for it, however.

“Yeah, about Y/N. I don’t know, something’s wrong. She’s not around as much anymore and I know there’s something going on.”

“Oookay. Have you tried talking to her about it?”

“Do you think I’d be here right now if I hadn’t?” His nostrils flare and lips tighten as frustration fills him. He takes a breath to calm himself. “Everytime I ask her, she says everything’s fine. She has to work more shifts, she’s spending more time with you two. But I know there’s more to it.”

Robin joins the duo, sliding up to the counter to eavesdrop more closely, inserting herself in the conversation.

“Alright… I’m not exactly sure where we fit into this, Munson.”

Eddie flashes him an incredulous look. He’s going to have to pry it out of him.

“She won’t tell me what’s going on, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t told you two what’s going on.” He points a finger at them accusingly, his impatience beginning to rise.

“Ha. Nope, no no no no no no” Steve scoffs, raising his hands in an attempt to remove himself from the situation. With her customer checked out and heading out the doors, Robin steps beside Steve to face Eddie.

“Look, Eddie. As frustrating as this situation may be, believe me, I know. What kind of friends would we be if we blabbed her business behind her back, things she’s told us in confidence?”

He knows she’s right, but it only lands him in the same spot he’s been, stuck. Leaning his elbows on the counter, his head falls in his hands as his mind swells in frustration and overwhelm. He rubs his eyes, taking a shaky inhale.

“I don’t know what else to do. I’m stuck… I’m scared she’s just gonna pull away completely again. I just can’t take that.”

The sound of his voice, the subtle shakiness and cracking in it. The sight of him with his head in his hands, helpless. It hits Steve right in his chest. His hand shoots to his forehead, squeezing his eyebrows together in disgruntlement before he sighs.

“Look, Robin’s right. But” he shares a look with her. “We’re willing to help.”

Eddie’s eyes peek over his hands to observe them, seeing their genuine expression he removes them from his face completely.

“Well, you got any bright ideas?”

Steve shares another unspoken look with Robin and it’s nearly enough to send Eddie over the edge.

“Let me ask you something, Munson.” Steve begins, taking a step closer to the counter between them, arms returning to cross over his chest. He reads Eddie for a moment before continuing.

“You love her, don’t you?” He asks plainly. It catches Eddie off-guard, forcibly blinking his eyes repeatedly before shaking his head. Scoffing out a laugh.

“I- Well of course I do, she’s my best friend.”

He gets nothing but silence from the duo. Robin’s head tilts ever so slightly, Steve’s eyes squinting as they examine him. 

It’s more than that. He knows it, and they know it. But Eddie grows defensive under their prying gaze and question. That small spark of jealousy reigniting as he looks at Steve.

“Ha. Oh, I see. You’re just trying to see if you’re going to have some competition getting in your way, huh?” he accuses, posture straightening and puffing his chest out. But Steve only returns the accusation with a look of confusion, furrowing his brows.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous, Munson. Don’t get me wrong Y/N’s a great girl, but we’re nothing more than friends.”

“Yeah. Platonic… with a capital P!” Robin adds.

The air filling Eddie’s chest deflates with a huff, almost a sigh of relief. His calloused hand rubs over his face.

“Well, based on that reaction I think I have the real answer to my question.” Steve remarks, sharing another look with Robin.

Eddie looks around the empty video store before slowly nodding his head.

“Yeah. I love her. Really love her.” he admits, a small weight off his chest with the confession.

Steve releases a sigh of his own, slumping his back against the counter as he tries to think.

“So? What do we do?” Robin presses him, hands flared out by her hips. 

“Just-” A hand flies up to stop her. “Let me think, alright?”

Silence falls among the trio as Steve is lost in thought. Weighing their options as he feels the eyes of Robin and Eddie on him. Waiting for him to come up with a solution. A few moments pass before he slowly begins nodding his head, a small smirk appearing on his lips before his eyes look up to meet theirs.

“Yeah, alright. I’ve got an idea. But let me make one thing clear…shit, who am I kidding. If this plan fails it’s going to bite us all in the ass. So let’s make sure it doesn’t, alright?”

It’s another one of those nights. Despite your body being exhausted from a busy Friday shift at work, your mind is nowhere near winding down. Freshly showered and in a clean set of pajamas, you survey your room for something to do. The second your eyes land on your purple bass guitar, it’s decided. Losing yourself in music is one of your go-to’s for nights like these, providing plenty of distraction from your thoughts. 

Sliding the guitar strap over your head, you switch out the tapes in the stereo and press play. As Hang on to Your Love by Sade begins, your fingers flawlessly follow the bassline you’ve played countless times in the nearly 2 years since the Diamond Life album’s release. Your eyes close letting the music flow through you, singing along, head and body moving with the beat under the purple glow of your string lights.

In Heaven's name, why are you walking away?

Hang on to your love

In Heaven's name, why do you play these games?

Hang on to your love

Take time if you're down on luck

It's so easy to walk out on love

Take your time if the going gets tough

It's so precious

So if you want it to get stronger

You'd better not let go

You gotta hold on longer

If you want your love to grow

Gotta stick together

Hand in glove

Hold tight, don't fight

Hang on to your love

You sing and play along as your feet move you around the room, hips swaying to the beat. You let your mind focus on the rhythm, fingers following the repetitive baseline. Making an effort to not focus too much on the lyrics, less the irony slap you in the face. You know they’re right, deep down. Having the courage to follow the truth of it is another story.

He sits in the driver’s seat after the engine goes quiet, collecting his thoughts. Going over the plan he made with Steve, all the things he wants to say to you. He steps out of the van, closing the door behind him before heading toward the trailer. Unlocking the front door, he spares a glance toward your trailer, your window. Purple light shining through the sheer curtains. 

You. 

The faint outline of your figure clad with your guitar. Body swaying to the bassline you pluck with your fingers. He sighs, pulling his eyes from the sight and closing the trailer door behind him.

Secluding to his bedroom for the night with hope that Steve’s plan works.

Saturday, February 15th, 1986

A smirk plays on your lips, watching as Steve’s BMW pulls into your driveway. Steve and Robin waving at you from the front seat.

“Come on, it’ll be like old times last summer. Driving to work together, and you know, we can go for a drive around town after, listen to music, get some ice cream then have a movie night!” Steve propositioned you over the phone an hour ago. You figured he wants to do something to lighten your mood, take you back to the late nights your little trio would have last summer after your Scoops Ahoy shifts.

Which has led to you sitting in Steve’s backseat as he drives down Hawkins main road to drop you off at the restaurant before the two head to their own shifts. Giggling to yourself as you listen to their usual bickering from the front seat.

“Alright, give the store a call when you’re done and we’ll pick you up” he smiles as you get out of the car, quickly returning the gesture to him.

“Aye-Aye, Captain. See you guys later!” They wave bye before watching you part, releasing a deep sigh when you disappear into the restaurant and he shifts the car in reverse.

“I really hope this doesn’t blow up in our faces” Robin mutters from the passenger seat, fingers massaging her forehead before looking at Steve.

“Tell me about it… she’s gonna kick my ass.” He spares one last look at the restaurant before driving back onto the main road toward Family Video.

You can’t deny you feel excited for your after work plans, the prospect of being able to live in the moment with your friends and not in your head with stress. Business keeps at a steady pace throughout the day, offering you plenty of distraction from those thoughts and that nagging feeling in the bottom of your stomach you can’t quite place your finger on. 

When closing time comes around, the dinner rush that’d hit has left you feeling exhausted. With aching feet and a sore back, you scuffle over to the restaurant telephone. Dialing the number to Family Video, you glance at the clock. 10 minutes past their closing time.

“Uh, Family Video?” Robin’s voice greets you with hesitation, usually avoiding answering any calls that come in after closing time. Expecting your call, she hopes she didn’t just accidentally answer a customer.

“Hey, it’s me. I’m finished here if y’all are ready?”

“Oh! Yeah, right! Weeee are about to leave right now. Be there in a few!” Your brows furrow at the fluctuations in her voice.

“Uh alright, see you soon”

“Kay, bye!” Her cheeks puff out as she slams the phone down on the receiver.

“Nice. Real smooth, Robin.” Steve remarks with a shake of his head.

“Well you should’ve answered then, dingus!”

You put the phone back on the receiver before turning to collect your belongings from the back room, saying your goodbyes to your coworkers and clocking out. A few minutes later you’re wandering out the restaurant doors into the cold February air. A quick look around the parking lot tells you they’re not here yet. You decide to take a seat for the first time since the start of your shift, figuring you have enough time for a quick cigarette before the BMW pulls up any minute now.

5 minutes later, the cherry on your cigarette has met the filter and still no sign of Steve and Robin. Your foot bounces anxiously against the loose gravel beneath your feet. The video store is only 3 minutes down the road. Maybe they got caught up in closing tasks? But Robin said they were leaving right then on the phone… 8 minutes ago.

The roar of an engine on the quiet road pushes through your thoughts, turning your head when you hear tires crunching on loose gravel.

But it’s not Steve’s BMW you see. It’s the oh-so familiar van. 

Eddie.

Your stomach drops at the sight as he pulls up right in front of you, leaning over to lower the passenger window.

“Get in, I’ll give you a ride home.”

“I um,” your palms rub against your thighs as you rise from your seat, looking down the streets before meeting his gaze. “I already have one. I’m waiting for Steve and Rob, we have plans tonight.”

He doesn’t respond, only stares at you with an almost sympathetic look. As you read his expression, his lack of a response, the realization hits you under his gaze. Inhaling sharply as you look down the streets, lips tightening into a firm line.

“Goddamn it, Harrington.” you mutter under your breath. 

He set you up.

After your call to Family Video, Steve hastily called Eddie, setting their plan to ‘corner’ you into motion.

You take one last look at the empty streets, knowing that BMW isn’t coming. With a huff, you walk toward the passenger door of the van, climbing in. Eddie doesn’t waste any time pulling out of the parking lot and back onto Main Street, heading in the direction of the trailer park.

An uncomfortable silence falls between the two of you, only the low volume of a Black Sabbath tape flowing through the van.

Your anxiety grows when Eddie continues driving past the turn leading to the trailer park. You quickly look at him. “I thought you were taking me home?”

“I will. Just going somewhere else first.” he returns simply, eyes never wavering from the road to meet yours.

You hastily light another cigarette in an attempt to calm your nerves and the anxiety sitting in your gut. Mind racing as you try to determine your destination. When the van turns onto a dirt road you’ve been on a few times before, you know exactly where he’s taking you.

Soon enough you see the moonlight glimmering off the water as the coverage of the trees lining the road clears up to the shore of Lover’s Lake. At the end of the road, he turns the van and backs it up so the backdoors will open to the shoreline. The sound of the soft lapping of waves is the only thing you hear when he kills the engine.��

Eddie hesitates his next move, sitting idly in the driver's seat. Looking down as he fidgets with the rings on his fingers before opening his door, climbing out of the van and shutting it behind him. Leaving you sitting there dumbfounded in the passenger seat.

This is it. They haven’t given you a choice in the matter. Both Eddie and your friends have had enough of your avoidance. Side-stepping Eddie for weeks and your feelings for even longer.

You’re sure this is his confrontation, not letting you leave until you’ve satisfied his questions.

Maybe he already knows your answers, the real answers. Who knows what Steve and Robin told him. You don’t believe they’d spill the beans so easily, but maybe they’ve grown so tired of witnessing this dance with Eddie that they’ve told him the truth themselves. Your heart doesn’t believe they would, but your anxiety isn’t consoled by that belief in this moment.

You hear the creak of the backdoors of the van opening from behind you, followed by the subtle shift in movement with Eddie’s body. A quick peek confirms it, his back towards you as he sits on the edge of the van, watching the water with a lit cigarette.

With a shaky breath you open your door and climb out, taking slow steps walking the length of the van till you’re at the back. Arms crossed against your chest, the toe of your shoe lazily digs into the dirt.

“What are we doing here, Eds?”

He takes a long drag of the cigarette, head hanging as he tries to find the right words, the right way to approach this.

“I… figured it was a nice place to talk.” His eyes finally look up to meet yours for the first time since he picked you up.

“To talk?”

He sighs, rubbing his free hand along the black denim covering his thigh.

“Y/N… I know there’s something going on that you’re not telling me. You’ve been pulling away, you’re not around as much and-and you give all these good excuses but I know there’s another reason for it. I can feel it.” His brown eyes are pleading as they look into yours before you divert your gaze away toward the lake, the speed of your heartbeat rising.

“I just… I can’t do this” you shake your head as you face the ground, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to chew anxiously.

“All these years you’ve been able to tell me almost everything. What’s so different now, huh? With whatever it is that’s going on?” he pushes, the pleading in his eyes now seeping into his voice. “Did I do something?”

“God. No, Eddie. You didn’t do anything.”

“Then why can’t you just tell me?”

“Because… Because it’ll change the way you look at me, Eddie. Our friendship, everything. It won’t be the same.” you insist, fighting the panicked feeling from filling your stomach and rising up your throat. Your words and the distressed look creeping onto your face brings him to his feet, moving to approach you.

“Hey. Look at me.” His hands grab onto your arms, holding you in place to face him.

“Nothing could ever change that. Change our friendship and how much you mean to me. Hell, even after not speaking to me for 3 years, you’re still my best friend. Losing you is the last thing I want, and these last few weeks I’ve been terrified that’s exactly what’s happening. I can’t lose you again, Y/N. So please, just tell me what’s going on.” His voice is soft and sincere, only adding to the overwhelming emotions coursing through your body.

Panic. Fear. Worry. Guilt. Shame.

Scared to finally reveal the feelings you’ve held and hidden for so long. Guilt at seeing and hearing through his voice the hurt you’re causing him. It’s enough to push you in the direction you know you need to take. You can’t keep doing this to yourself, to him. Neither of you deserve it, but certainly not the boy you’ve loved for so long who stands before you, pleading for you to let him in and stop casting him out.

“Okay. Okay. Fine… I’ll tell you just- just give me a minute, okay?” You look into his eyes, offering a plea of your own. He nods softly, removing his hands from your arms and taking a step back, returning to his previous spot on the back edge of the van. Elbows on his knees, eyes following your figure as you begin to pace back and forth in front of him.

Your movements falter bringing yourself to one spot in front of him, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. You tilt your head back, facing the sky as you close your eyes. Taking a deep breath, attempting to hold back the tears threatening to slip. Your head falls back down to face him, ready as you’ll ever be.

“When I told you why I stopped talking to you for those years I was away… I didn’t exactly lie, but I didn’t tell you the whole truth either. It’s the same reason why I’ve been distant these last few weeks.” You begin, arms wrapped around yourself for comfort as he sits there, listening intently. 

“And the reason is that…I love you.” You confess with a shaky breath, daring your eyes to meet his. His brow furrows as he looks at you, confusion etched across his features.

“I-I don’t understand. I love you too… you’re my best-”

“No, Eddie…” you cut him off with a sigh, frustrated with yourself most of all. That you’ve held this in for so long, regardless of how he’s going to take it.

“I don’t just love you… I’m in love with you. I-I always have been.”

There it is. 

The culmination of years of feelings, memories, touches that linger for seconds longer than they should, pain, and lust. Finally out in the open. 

A weight is off your shoulders but the confession doesn’t subside the anxiety swirling in your body, pushing you further.

Your feet move you to pace again, refusing to look at Eddie. Avoiding an expression that’ll break your heart before the words even come out of his mouth.

“I just, I couldn’t handle the pain and the feelings for you when I moved away, that was the real underlying reason why I stopped calling. I thought out of sight out of mind, you know? That my feelings would go away but they never did. A-and moving back just made those feelings for you more intense and then with the concert and your birthday, it was just so overwhelming” you ramble, barely taking a breath as the manifestation of your anxiety flows from your lips. The more you talk, the more you delay the inevitable response you expect from him.

“I know it’s foolish but I just did the same thing again. Thinking if I just put some distance between us it would go away. A-and I never said anything because I know you could never feel the same way about m-” 

You’re so focused on overexplaining yourself, staring at the moving ground below your feet that you don’t notice when he stands from his spot. 

He moves in front of you, hands returning to your arms to stop your pacing before they move up to softly cup your red, chubby cheeks. You barely have the time to process what’s happening before his lips come crashing down onto yours. It feels like time stands still, your mind in shock.

A gasp escapes your mouth before you press your lips just as hard against his. The feeling of his soft lips releasing all the tension held tight in your body, relaxing your chest and shoulders as one of your hands slides up to tangle itself in his messy curls. A motion you’ve fantasized about doing for so long. 

His actions speak louder than words ever could. Conveying years of suppressed feelings, wants and desires for you. Years of heartache from all the things he’s wanted to do with you, lost time from tiptoeing around your feelings for each other for so long. It’s all come to this very moment. He puts every ounce of the years of love, desire, and lust he’s held for you into the kiss.

Your eyes squeeze shut hard, but it doesn’t stop the tears from sliding down your cheeks. Hitting his thumb before he gently wipes it away. The gesture only causes more streaks to stain your cheeks.

You feel like you’re dreaming. This can’t be real, but his touch grounds you. Losing yourself in his lips, not stuck in your thoughts for the first time in weeks. 

Just him. 

Consuming every fiber of your being.

His lips part from yours, but his touch lingers. His forehead and nose press against yours. Thumb wiping away the stray tears on your cheeks as you look into his dark irises. Falling silent as you catch your breaths. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that, sweetheart.” He mutters softly, moving a hand from your cheek to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Catching sight of the gloss covering his eyes, tears filling his waterline and threatening to spill.

In those few seconds, the guilt comes flooding back in.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie. I didn’t know how to handle it or what to do. I didn’t think you could ever see me as more than just your friend.”

“I’d call you crazy for not being able to see it this whole time, but I guess that makes me crazy too”

“Safe to say we’re both crazy… and stupid”

“Very stupid”

You smile at each other like idiots, holding one another in a tight embrace. Enjoying the touch you’ve both craved from each other for so long. 

“Don’t feel too bad about it. I didn’t know how to handle it, either. I never thought you could love me that way.”

You scoff at the admission, looking over all the features you’ve loved for so long, illuminated in the glow of the moonlight.

“I’ve always seen you for you, Eddie. When no one else has… and I love every part of you.”

He takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes with a small smile. A single tear falling down his cheek. 

You’re right. You’re the only person outside of Wayne who’s seen him for who he truly is- good and bad, strengths and weaknesses. That someone could see him at his lowest lows, see his faults and traumas, see the real him through his reputation and still love him, and not just despite all those things. Truly love him. He never thought that was possible.

And here you are, telling him you’ve been in love with him this whole time.

Confidence overtakes you, letting yourself lean in to kiss the single tear, stopping it from falling further down and meeting his jawline.

His eyes slowly open, thumb caressing your cheekbone as he looks at you with such endearment. 

Everything in this moment makes you feel lightheaded.

The weight off your shoulders at finally confessing your feelings, let alone Eddie reciprocating them. The lingering sensation on your lips of his. His breath fanning against your face. The way his eyes are full with so much love and adoration.

Now that you know what it feels like, you only want more. You press your lips to his again, moving against each other seamlessly, almost they were made for his. The kiss is gentler than the first, taking your time with each other but holding just as much passion. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you tight against his firm, warm chest.

When your lips part again, your hands slide behind his head. Nuzzling your face into his neck, standing there in a tight embrace with nothing but the soft sounds of the lake, your heartbeats and breaths surrounding you. Despite feeling like time has stood still in your heart-to-heart with Eddie, it flies by later into the night. The outing to the lake has served its purpose, lost in each other’s touch until the late February air sends shivers down your spines.

“It’s getting cold out here, hun. Let’s head home, yeah?”

You nod against his chest, regretfully pulling apart from him before his hand snakes down to intertwine his fingers with yours. Guiding you to the passenger door of the van that he quickly opens for you, helping you in.

Comforting heat quickly fills the van as Eddie pulls off the dirt road. The roar of the engine sends a relaxing vibration through the seats. The familiar melody of Black Sabbath playing through the speakers. Eddie’s warm hand reaching to hold yours as street lights pass overhead. The long day behind you of school, work, and an emotional night with Eddie.

They all come together, taking their toll and lulling you into a state of relaxation as exhaustion kicks in. Your eyelids grow heavy and you don’t have the energy to fight it. 

He glances at you from the driver’s seat. Hearing your heavy breaths and the movement of your chest with them. Head slumped against the headrest. 

He doesn’t think his heart has ever felt so full, warm and swelling at the sight.

As he brings his eyes back to the road, he makes a mental note that he’s going to have to thank Steve and Robin big time.

“Sweetheart”

Your heavy eyelids flutter open at the sound, warmth rubbing against your thigh. Through blurry vision you recognize you’re still in the van, only now parked in Wayne’s driveway. To your side, Eddie stands in the open frame of the passenger door.

“Hey, we’re home.” his voice is so soft, yet husky.

You attempt to rub the sleep from your eyes before you greet him with a tired smile, sliding your hand in his as he helps you out of the van.

“I um, I hope I’m not being too forward asking this but- do you wanna stay with me tonight?” he asks hesitantly, puppy dog eyes staring into yours.

“I’d love that. But, I’ve been sweating all night and I smell like grease…”

He laughs, glancing down at your hands held in his before looking back up to you.

“I don’t mind if you don’t.”

“Well good, cause I don’t think I could stand long enough for a shower if I wanted to.”

“Better get you inside before you collapse on me, then.” he smirks, wrapping an arm around you. Hand resting on your waist as you trudge up the steps into Uncle Wayne’s trailer.

You thank yourself for keeping an emergency change of clothes in Eddie’s closet, keeping your desire to be comfortable in mind for movie nights after Hellfire meetings. You slip into the bathroom, changing into the spare pair of sweatpants and a tank top as quickly as your tired limbs can manage.

Entering Eddie’s room, you’re greeted with the sight of him already laid in bed with a lit joint between his lips. Dressed in a faded Motorhead shirt and boxers. 

You’ve shared sleeping quarters plenty of times over the years, but now with your feelings for each other in the open and the sore tingling that lingers on your lips from his, shyness overcomes you. With rosy cheeks you shuffle your way to the other side of the bed, climbing in beside him before he passes the joint to you.

Gladly accepting the hit, smoke fills the bedroom with a comfortable silence falling between you. His arm extends behind your head, beckoning your cheek to rest against the warm, bare skin of his bicep. 

“Sooooo” he begins, exhaling smoke from his lips before his eyes fall on you. “Does this mean you're my girl now?”

His voice falls soft on your ears, almost shy as his lips form a small smile. You blush at the question, diverting your eyes from his as you take the joint from his fingers for another hit.

“I’ve always been your girl. Even when you didn’t know it.”

“Well that makes two of us then” he smile widens before faltering. “Well- not girl. I mean, your boy?... I guess… whatever, you know what I mean.” 

You giggle and he swears it’s his favorite sound in the whole world. Admiring the way your smile spreads to your round cheeks, making them pop out even more. If he didn’t already know you’d slap his hand away he’d pinch them, something he did one too many times to tease you in your younger years.

You turn on your side fully facing him as he takes the final hit of the joint, putting it out in the ashtray on the bedside table. Looking over his features, smiling when he catches you. Your hand reaches out to push his loose curls away from his face, breath catching in his throat at the sensation of your warm fingers grazing against his cheek.

“You’re so beautiful, Eds” you breathe out, causing blood to rush to his cheeks. 

“You’re the most beautiful girl these cynical eyes have ever seen.” he recites like poetry, gazing adoringly at you.

“That was you?” Eyes widening at the realization.

“Who else did you think it was?”

“I don’t know… I thought it was just some prank.”

“Yeahh… you didn’t look too happy in class after I figured you’d seen it.”

You shake your head thinking back on it.

“It just brought up bad memories of that guy I told you about, Justin. All that stuff that happened with him… it was this time last year. Valentine’s Day and all.”

You watch his chest rise and fall with a sigh. A mix of anger and love filling him, seeing the lingering effects that asshole has left on you. His free hand reaches out to grab yours, thumb gently caressing the skin on the back of it.

“Hey” he calls your attention back to him, begging your eyes to meet his again. “You don’t have to worry about anything like that ever happening to you again.” he declares reassuringly.

You never thought you could love him more before tonight, and here he is yet again proving you wrong. When his head slowly creeps closer to yours, you don’t waste a second meeting him half way. Lips colliding in a slow kiss, soft breaths escaping each time your mouths part before meeting again, closing the distance between as your chest presses against him. 

When sleepiness inevitably begins to take you over again, he wraps both arms around you and holds you against him. Your own sliding around his waist as your head finds a place on his chest for the night. Countless nights sleeping next to each other, Eddie finally gets to close the distance and hold you the way he’s always wanted. Chin resting atop your head, he’s the closest he’s ever felt to pure bliss.

With Eddie wiping away all your worst fears of what finally revealing your true feelings for him would look like, you easily give in to letting your heavy eyelids close. The rhythmic sound of his heart beating against your ear soothing you to sleep.

[fiendishfinesse]

(taps mic) Chatting with my cute little owl guy yesterday (@dvilsdesire ♥), I accidentally remembered a little thing/story/headcanon I had back at the beginning of this blog when I listened to a song.

So, Raphael paints, right? He’s the creative, bard-ish, artist type. And I relate a bit of that to one of 

Raphael’s exes™—the painter, a tragic tale

[ BEWARE TW BELOW: abuse, taking own life ]

Raphael is ancient; it’s unlikely he never engaged in relationships. I like to imagine this person—a mortal, an artist, and a teacher—someone completely opposite to him: quiet and gentle.

Raphael approached them initially to commission his dorky paintings. He wanted an artist who could properly capture his visions, and eventually, he found them. That person was odd—strangely understanding of the fact that he was a devil (he had to switch to his true devilish form to be painted accurately, after all). Yet, they seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say, his ramblings, his monologues, his poetry, his illusions of grandeur.

Painting sessions became pleasant with such company. Soon, Raphael found himself wanting to learn their skills, to paint for himself. They were a teacher, after all, so the lessons came naturally. Their painting classes stretched into long hours filled with sharp wit, gentle corrections, and an undeniable connection. Raphael’s ego was fed, and he was visibly improving in his art, which pleased him greatly.

The painter fell in love quickly, and Raphael indulged them—why not? They were fun to be around, and such a pretty thing to ravage. Their desires in bed aligned all too well. He started looking forward to their sessions, to their dates, a peculiar feeling for the devil.

But then it started.

They were his, and his alone. He would not tolerate others in their lives. Other suitors, other admirers. They were beautiful, radiant even, and the attention they received drove him mad, quite literally. He would demean and hurt both his beloved and any rival who dared draw too close.

Raphael ensured they were utterly alone, with no one to call upon besides him, no one to need but him. They were pliant, blindly in love—a poor, naive thing. Manipulating them away from anyone who wished them well was a simple feat. He crafted a gilded cage around them, every bar polished and gleaming with golden promises.

He stretched—no, demanded—more hours of their attention. Slowly, methodically, he ensured they had no access to money, no means to provide for themselves. They would have to rely on him for everything. But oh, he was so generous. Lavish gifts, endless pampering, luxurious dates, sweet words dripping with honey, and promises of eternal devotion.

This continued for years. Years.

Then, the painter made a mistake. They told Raphael that they loved him.

Something in him cracked, shattered. He wasn’t quite sure why, but the words broke something irreparable inside him. He grew tired of them. His affection, once smothering and possessive, turned glacial, so cold it could make Cania itself seem warm.

Unfortunately, without Raphael, they were utterly shattered in every conceivable way. Mentally, emotionally, financially. He had made certain of that.

Raphael, ever the gentleman, decided to be courteous enough to end things face-to-face. Courteous, but not kind. Every word was a lash. Months passed. Utter, suffocating coldness. He ignored every attempt they made to reach out, every letter soaked with ink and tears. Perhaps, once or twice, he sent a letter in return—just a flicker of false hope—but never anything more.

And then, silence.

Raphael would soon learn they had hanged themselves.

His first thought? "I hope you were thinking of me."

Somewhere deep within him, there was an ache. An odd, quiet pain, a distant echo of something fragile and broken.

But Raphael shrugged it off. After all, he was a devil. And devils don’t grieve.

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The song that inspired me: https://genius.com/Circus-contraption-if-i-told-you-once-annotated

As your muscles were twitching in their final plea, Hope you were thinking of me Hope you were thinking of me Thinking of me Always thinking of me Just me ♥

--hope you liked my stupid ass story about this random npc in raphaels life 😂

[chiliechicken]

𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 𝐊.┊★ you're seriously crying? Denki Kaminari x GN!Reader, Angst, OOC, Breakup, BF!Denki

Relationships were always so difficult. They were never decent and they were never fair for you. Relationships that you had always ended with your heart breaking into a million pieces once you've realized that it was never meant to be and that you only fooled yourself. Past boyfriends, past girlfriends, they all had left you disappointed and hurt.

You couldn't count how many times you had begged your exes to give you the bare minimum in a relationship. Stay loyal, engage in conversations, comfort one another, communicate through problems. The simple necessities in a relationship that somehow none of them gave a single damn to try.

It was frustrating. A lot of these relationships caused many of your problems now. You had trust issues due to exes cheating, inability to communicate due to them always shutting you down, trouble opening up because you forgot how to since they never listened to you, even the trouble of seeing worth within yourself since they always degraded you.

Then again, you still had a fault in all of it considering you never learned your lesson and stopped dating these types of people.

Even now, you haven't learned. Your current relationship is ass, sorry to say. At first, it was the best thing that has ever happened to you. Then it descends into the toxic waste you call the 3-month mark when true colors are finally revealed. It was always like this.

Right now, you were considering breaking up with your boyfriend for multiple reasons. He's been distant lately, refusing to engage in conversations with you and refusing to hangout with you whenever he's free. He's been prioritizing his friends more than you, leaving you feeling lonely and neglected.

"Denki, can you come over later?"

You asked your boyfriend as you walked up to him, interrupting his conversation with his classmates. He visibly frowns and looks at you, "I'm busy later." he replies in a whisper before looking back at his friends. "It's Saturday tomorrow. Can't you make time for me? It'll only be a few minutes, I swear." You plead with him, though he ignores you continues talking with his friends. "Denki?" You call out, no response. You sigh before quietly walking away in disappointment.

While you understand that he has the right to choose who he wants to be at the moment, you can't help but feel like he's been avoiding you a lot more recently. It kinda hurts you to be honest.

Even if you try to talk to him about whatever his interests were at the time, he still didn't want to chat with you for.. whatever the fuck reason he had that day. 'I'm busy', 'I'm not in the mood', 'I don't like explaining things', 'I don't like that anymore'. It's getting tiring having to watch him walk away from you to go to his friends and chat with them happily.

Sometimes whenever you try to grab his attention, he just either completely ignores you or gets mad at you for bothering him. He's always fine with other people bothering him, even when he's doing work. But when it comes to you, bothering him in any circumstance would just lead to him giving you a nasty look. He'll always tell you how you're being an attention-seeker, or that you're embarrassing him by pleading for a sliver of his time.

You were currently walking back to the dorms with your boyfriend and his friends, listening to their conversation and watching them laugh and joke around. You held onto his arm and walked alongside him with a smile on your face. Hanta, one of his closest friends, saw this and decided that he'd make a joke out of it. "Oh my gosh! Don't leave me out, love!" He dramatically exclaimed before snatching Denki's arm away from your hold, forcing you to step back.

Your boyfriend and his friends laughed at the scene and Denki looked at you with a huge grin on his face, but you didn't have the same pleasant expression. Other students looked at your group as you looked down at their interlocked arms. You looked back up at your boyfriend, wanting to slap off that fucking smirk off his face. But you resisted the urge to do so and stormed off.

Once you were back at your dorm, you managed to compose yourself and reflect on the situation. You didn't mind that their jokes were usually.. like that. You found it funny, actually. The mere thought of homies usually being affectionate with each other made you laugh. You weren't sure why today bothered you so much. It happened all the time, why was now different? You sighed and thought about it. Was it because it was physical? I mean, you got embarrassed, for sure. People watched it happen, they saw how you were just casted aside as your boyfriend and his friends laughed at you. Maybe it was the fact that Denki didn't even bother considering your feelings.

Gah! It was stressing you out. You let out a long breath before grabbing your phone and sending him a message about how you felt. It was only mature to at least tell him how much it bothered you, right? At least you wouldn't keep it suppressed and possibly make the situation worse for yourself.

You waited for an hour before he finally texted back. As you read the text, you couldn't help but feel your blood boil. 'You embarrassed me in front of my friends. Of course I'm mad at you.'

At this point, you weren't even sure you could be called his partner anymore because he's treating you so much like a loser of a friend who's desperate for any sort of human interaction.

He doesn't even text you anymore and you always have to be the one to make the first move to talk to him through a screen. Even then, he doesn't check your message at least an hour after you sent a text, waiting for a day or two to pass just to send you a dry message. He doesn't say 'I love you' anymore, he doesn't bother on comforting you whenever you're emotionally low, he doesn't play his favorite games with you anymore, he doesn't smile at you anymore...

Every time the two of you talk was always during arguments. He would always say how being in a relationship was stressing him out and how he wished he never liked you. It hurt. Real bad.

God, it was exhausting. You're putting all the effort into keeping this relationship alive while he just sits there and does nothing. Is this a rant? Yes.

As you lie on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, you were planning exactly how and when you were going to break it off with him. With your plan set in mind, you stood up and got ready for the day.

You ironed your uniform, took a shower, got dressed, and packed your book bag. Today you finally end your suffering as well as this putrid thing you call your relationship. You head to class and let the day pass quickly. You were nervous when school hours had ended. All day, you couldn't help but think about the possible outcomes from this.

What if he gets mad? What if he doesn't care? What if you cry? What if you suddenly back out?

Too late for that now. You shook your head and tried to clear your thoughts as you counted the steps it took to get to his classroom. Today would probably be the last time you'll be visiting this room for him, and you were happy to accept that.

You were nervous. So nervous. Your hands were shaking and you felt so lightheaded. Denki had never been that expressive towards you, so you were already expecting him to not even react one bit. That thought alone was driving you mad. It can't be like that, right? I mean, you've been together for.. months! He'd at least show a little emotion. You hoped.

Upon arrival at his classroom, you spot him sitting on his table as he talked with his classmate, Kyoka. You furrowed your brows at the sight, feeling jealousy beneath your feelings of resentment towards Denki. Kyoka's always been the better person between the two of you. That was your general opinion on her. She was better than you because she makes him laugh. She's the one he always talks to. She never made him upset. She always knew what to do with her feelings.

You were sure Denki liked her.

Shaking your head, you saw another one of their classmates, Mezo, and asked to excuse Denki. The boy nodded and called him over. As soon as he saw you his smile vanished, and it hit you hard. You waited to speak until he was in front of you, a few steps away and keeping his distance.

"Yeah..?"

You took a deep breath and ran your fingers through your hair, composing yourself before then looking him in the eyes. Oh, how you'll miss staring into them. They've lost their shine ever since you came around.

"Can we talk? In, uhm.. private."

Denki quirked his brow at the tone of your voice and crossed his arms. He hummed before grabbing your arm and leading you away from the classroom and towards the staircase. You instinctively pulled away as you got there, stepping back from him. You tried to maintain eye contact with him but eventually looked away, feeling yourself get nervous by the second.

"I don't think you're ready for a relationship yet. We're done."

He stared at you quietly with his expression slightly shocked. You waited for him to talk, to cry, to show some kind of response. None. You couldn't turn your face to see his. You wanted to but something within you advised you to not do so. You sigh, scratching your cheek while you spoke softly, "I-I'm sorry—"

"You can't be serious." Denki chuckled as he stepped closer to you, reaching out to hold your hand. "S-Stop.." you backed away and kept your hands to your chest, your brows furrowed in frustration. "Stop trying to touch me."

He looked at you as if you've lost your mind. He couldn't understand how you could break up with him. What did he do wrong? He gave you his all, what more did he lack? Why are you doing this to him?

Denki didn't even notice the salty tears streaming down his cheeks as he desperately tried to reach out to you, his hands shaking, "Y-You're kidding, right? You wouldn't actually say that, y-you... You can't leave me!" he stuttered out as he cupped your face in his hands, his voice cracking and his nervous grin faltering.

You slapped his hands away and pushed him back, glaring down at him, "Why are you crying..?" you asked with an almost venomous tone in your voice. You couldn't understand why he was crying. Isn't this what he wanted? With the way he was treating you, you were more than sure that he hated being in a relationship.

"Isn't this what you wanted? Why the fuck are you clinging to me?! Let me go!" you slapped him in the face when he got closer, the pain-filled sting on your palm lingering. You were starting to lash out. Confusion and hatred filled your mind as he continued to cry, begging for you to stay with him. Despite already hurting him both physically and emotionally, why does he still plead?

"P-Please!"

Why does he still want you to be with him?

"Let's talk this out. Don't you want that?"

Why won't he stop crying?

"[Name], please, please..."

Why couldn't you just walk away from this mess of a man?

You watched as he crumbled down to his knees, his hands holding onto your legs, begging for you to stay and forgive him, to continue being his.

"Y-You're the first person to accept me instead of rejecting me. You're the first one t-to like me!" Denki exclaimed, his nose and eyes red from crying and his body shaking.

You moved away from him and gripped your bag tighter. You were starting to feel lightheaded again as students in the hallway began to look at the two of you. You felt embarrassed this time instead of him. It felt new to you.

"What the hell is going on?"

The two of you snapped your heads to look where the voice came from. You saw his friends standing behind you, just a few feet away. They stared at you. They looked at you with expressions of confusion and anger.

"Denki! Dude, you good?" Mina exclaimed in concern, going over to pat his back. She knelt beside him and Denki immediately embraced her, crying into her shoulder. "Step back from him, that man doesn't need a hug. Get the fuck up, idiot. You're in the middle of a hallway." Katsuki spat harshly before gently kicking his legs, urging for him to stand up.

You watched the scene before you, feeling a sense of jealousy and betrayal. "You're such a fucking manchild, Kaminari. Grow a pair."

You stormed past his friends as you walked down the hallway and away from them. You could hear Denki yell out for you, but you ignored his words and continued to walk away. You felt a bit bad, leaving him there crying. But at the same time you felt so relieved finally being able to get out of that relationship.

★┊this is my longest oneshot because it's quite literally a rant about my ex and how I felt so shitty with him because he treated me so shittily(?)

not one of my best because of how OFF CHARACTER Denki is but I don't know who else to use because my ex acts a lot like him; social, jokester, flirty, and really friend-oriented

this is basically how shit went down except uhh, he didn't really cry and beg for me to stay, he just didn't say or do anything, just nodded and let me leave which hurts like bro say something, you ain't a statue

so uh yeah, sorry for the long hiatus, at least school is done and I can go back to posting, thanks yall

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(Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who read this far and liked my story enough to read it to it's end. I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy knowing some people loved it enough to read it fully. If you liked this consider checking out my other works. Thanks to everyone for reading this, faving it, or leaving a nice comment. And thank you to Koyoharu Gotouge for creating such wonderful characters and giving me the opportunity to make this wonderful story.)

                                                                                     Part 7 Eclipse 

"I'm their lady in waiting."

Now it was the girl's turn to look confused. "No.. You're not. You're the Imperial Consort."

You .. slowly blinked at her for a long moment. "...What?"

She finally let go of you stepping back and bowing. "Allow me to introduce myself, Lady Kamado. My name is Ozaki and I've been assigned to the Imperial Consort as her personal handmaiden."

A silence fell over the room as you stared at the girl bowing before you as she remained silent. Before you eventually shook your head and blinked at her. 

"Im sorry. You're what?"

"Your new lady in waiting, Ma'am!" She leaned back up to face you. "I'm here to take care of all your needs."

Your red eyes continued to stare at her looking her up and down. Her dress was plain white like the rest of the female staff in the palace so it was obvious she was a servant. Her black hair was just tied up in a messy ponytail and her dark brown eyes stared at you. You continued to stare at her in complete confusion. 

"..Oh. you mean you're my new trainee!" You smiled at her finding an answer. "Who are you serving? Uta or Haruhime?"

She rose a brow confused before shaking her head. "I don't serve either the princesses. I serve you! The Imperial Consort."

You fell silent once again raising your brows. "I'm..not anyone's Consort. Or concubine. I'm not even in any relationship with anyone."

"Really?" You shook you head and her brows furrowed in confusion. "But..they said that the Imperial Consort would be in this room."

"Who told you that?"

"The Head Maid. She told me to report here for my first day of work."

...Ah.

Now it made sense. Clearly someone must've been pranking this poor girl being new and sent her here on a wild goose chase. Seriously! Didn't they learn their lesson after what ever punishment the princes put them through?! You groaned and reached up your hands to rub your face ending with a long sigh.

"I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news but someone's playing a rather mean prank on you."

Hrr jaw dropped. "Huh?! What? No way!"

You nodded looking up to her. "Uh huh. Take a look at me." You gestured at yourself. "Do I look like a Consort to you?"

.

Dark brown eyes slowly looked you up and down from your rather unappealing bed head and scowl to the frumpled servant's dress you still wore. Her brows raising. "....No?" She slowly said. "But then what are you doing sleeping in the royal courters? Only the royal family and their spouses may use this area."

Huh? You blinked again taking a look around the room you were in. A fluffy luxurious futon. A masterful painting on the wall. A complete vanity. An expensive looking vase- This wasn't the maids' courters. How'd you get here?? ...Wait. That maid last night! Those jerks! They must've used the commotion last night to trick you to make you look foolish!!

You growled under your breath clenching your fists. "I was extremely tired helping with the ceremony last night. I must've stumbled in here in the dark by mistake and fell asleep from exhaustion. It seems then we were both tricked."

Ozaki covered her mouth. "Oh no! What am I going to do then?! I'm already in trouble from the kitchen mishap!" 

"Don't worry. I'll talk to one of the princesses. She'll know what to do." Specifically Haruhime. You didn't want to get this poor girl in trouble with the Tsugnakunis because of someone's stupid prank. "Why don't you just clean up here and do what you normally do in the meantime? I'll straighten it out."

Quickly you made yourself presentable in the vanity mirror brushing down your hair and straightening your clothes out before quickly leaving Ozaki in the room looking really nervous. Angry footsteps followed you down the halls and gave a quick check to their rooms. They weren't there. That must mean they're already at breakfast then. You quickly made your way there speed walking past guards and other servants walking around their morning commute until you got to the large doors leading inside. You were probably going to be in trouble but better late than never right? You reached out and opened the door with a large creak. Immediately the muffled humming of talking on the other side stopped as you stepped inside.

"I'm so sorry I'm late."

Inside you found them. Ah. The two newlyweds were sharing their first meal as a married couple since the reception dinner last night and all four of them stared at you with various degrees of surprise. Kanao and Aoi was there too staring at you. You were lightly annoyed they didn't come get you but you'd talk to them later. For now you bowed quickly and walked in to not make a scene. 

"Sorry for taking so long. I overslept but don't worry. It won't happen again."

They all continued to stare at you before eventually Michikatsu spoke first. "What on earth are you wearing?"

You looked down at your black Yukata. You still hadn't changed from last night. "Oh this? Don't worry. I'm gonna change back as soon as I get a chance but I didn't have time."

"No. I meant why aren't you properly dressed?" You blinked at him as he leaned back to look behind you. "Where's the maid I assigned to you? She was supposed to get you properly dressed."

You stared at him. "You mean Ozaki? That's just the thing. If you want me to train her too you could've just told me."

He turned back to you. "What?"

"Someone tricked her and told her I'm your Consort. Obviously someone is being mean pranking her like that. You ought to have a talk with the Head Maid if she's telling her lies."

There was a quietness in the room before the two couples looked at one another exchanging glances before again looking back to you.

"That wasn't a mistake!"

You turned to Uta. "I-...What?"

"It wasn't a mistake!," she repeated looking annoyed slightly. "We all talked about it and agreed we all really, really liked you."

Red eyes nearly bugged out of your skull. "YOU DID WHAT?!"

"No need to be rattled," Haruhime spoke up with a smile. "We were curious as to why our husbands were so fixated on you and after getting to know you saw why. That's when we discussed things and came to the conclusion that we'd all love to have you around."

"ARE ALL YOU PEOPLE INSANE!?"

"Perhaps." Yoriichi slowly stood up being the closest to you making you stared up at his smiling face in horror. "But love makes you do crazy things. Doesn't it, Y/n?"

*****

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The Princess & The Playboy (Part 3)

Summary: The reader finds out what Eric's issue with Dean is. Meanwhile, Dean and the reader continue to explore their relationship while keeping it under wraps. But some things are easier said than done...

Masterlist

Pairing: NFL Quarterback!Dean x Pop Star!reader

Word Count: 5,800ish

Warnings: language, family trauma/angst, kidnapping

A/N: These two are just so 🥹

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Reader POV

You felt good when you woke up, despite the alarm blaring in your ear. The air was warm and a heavy weight hung over your waist. You fluttered open your eyes, a stupid smile on your face when you saw a sleeping Dean beside you. His hair was messy and you noticed there was a blanket on top of you that hadn’t been there when you fell asleep.

You wanted to watch him at peace for longer but he started to stir, lazily rolling over to slap the alarm on his phone off.

“Morning,” he said, stretching out, rolling to his side to face you.

“Good morning.” He looked so soft and sleepy, his fingers reaching out to push hair out of your face. 

“Sorry for crashing.”

“I’m not.” He grinned, leaning over to peck a kiss on your lips. 

“I hate to run but I l’ve got an early meeting and I get fined if I’m late,” he said, sitting up and cracking his back.

“Let me make you some coffee for the road.”

“I won’t say no to that.” Five minutes later he was walking downstairs with a clean face, still a bit tired looking. You hummed as you handed him your thermos full of coffee, Dean chuckling. “I like your purple mug.”

“It’s periwinkle,” you said, Dean taking it with another smile.

“It’s the color of the crop top you wore when you sang ‘Work It’.” You laughed, walking him to the front door.

“No lie, I literally sent them a pic of the thermos when I told them the color I wanted,” you said, Dean coming to a stop at the door, slipping his sneakers back on. 

“Well I like it,” he said, looking over your head at what was surely a lot of bedhead going on, laughing quietly. “You are so cute.”

He ruffled your hair and kissed your temple as he put a hand on the door. You felt your face flush, Dean grinning ear to ear.

“I’ll call you tonight,” he said. 

“Okay,” you said, wishing he didn’t have to go so soon. “Hey, you gonna tell me how your day really is when I ask this time?”

He laughed, opening the door. “We learned our lesson last night. Later, princess.”

“Later, Dean,” you said. “Be safe today.”

He froze in the doorway, looking over his shoulder, eyes on yours. “You too, sweetheart.”

You stepped outside to watch him leave, Eric appearing from the security shack after a moment.

“Morning, kiddo,” he said as you let him inside.

“Morning.” You went back to the kitchen, pouring two cups of coffee for yourselves. “You must trust Dean to give him the cherry blossom code.”

Eric swiped one of the mugs before sitting at the island, frowning when you spun around with a smile. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I like that you like him Eric. It’s a good thing.”

“I don’t like him,” he grumbled. “He upset you and I figured he owed you an apology in person like a man.”

“We both know you could have let him over without telling him the-”

“I don’t like him,” Eric spat out. It was your turn to frown, Eric rolling his eyes. “Oh come on. He wants to fuck you, plain and simple. He clearly already fucked you and you don’t get that? Don’t be naive, you’re smarter than that.”

Your eye twitched as you set your mug down, stalking over to his side, leering down at him. He actually looked nervous. Good.

“Go to my office while I decide whether to fire you or not.” His jaw dropped, your finger immediately in his face. “No, you don’t get to act surprised. You don’t get to shame me for what I may or may not choose to do with my body. You don’t get to keep calling him a fuck boy that only wants to sleep with me like I’m a prize. You don’t just insult him when you say those things but you insult me too. So you go wait in my office while I calm the fuck down.”

Eric’s head lowered, nodding once. “Yes, Ms. Y/L/N.”

You were fuming as you watched him walk out of the kitchen and down the far hall, a door closing in the distance. “What the fuck is wrong with you Eric?”

An hour later you were walking out of your bedroom, fresh from a shower after a quick boxing session with the trainer. It hadn’t helped your temper, just gave you a pair of achy knuckles from not wrapping your hands well enough.

You steadied yourself before entering your office, Eric standing there facing the desk, hands clasped behind his back.

“You haven’t been standing the whole time, have you?” you asked, walking around him, taking a seat in your thick leather chair. He didn’t answer which meant yes. “Sit.”

He took the right chair, his body tense before he sat up straight, eyes locked onto your desk. You leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms at him.

“I’ll give you a choice. You can be honest with me and tell me what’s up with you. Or you can leave and go tell Marv he’s taking over your responsibilities until I find a replacement.” The second he started to move to stand you stood up, his eyes shooting to yours. “Sit down you idiot. I’m mad at you but I’m not letting you walk away from this job.”

“You were pretty clear what my options were,” he said, rising to his feet. You shook your head, Eric taking out his work phone and setting it on the desk. “I’ll clean out the spare room and be gone in ten minutes.”

“Sit your ass down, Clayton. Now.” He frowned but reluctantly sat, watching as you started to pace around the room. “If Dean did something, you tell me. You don’t keep things from me.”

“Dean did nothing wrong. I’m the one that’s antagonized him, more than once, both times without your knowledge.” You sat in the seat beside him, Eric’s gaze shooting across the room.

“Why, Eric? You’re a kind man. I’ve never seen you act like this, not since Dean contacted me the first time.” He pressed his lips into a thin line, pretending you weren’t there. “Alright. Put that aside for the moment. Why would you insult me and insinuate I had sex last night, which frankly is none of your concern? You’re not my fucking dad.”

“I am sorry,” he said quietly, glancing at me briefly, his eyes distant, like he was thinking about something else. “You’re right, it’s none of my business.”

You swallowed, reaching out to hold his hand, surprised to find it with a slight tremble. “Are you…jealous of Dean?”

Eric laughed, a bit of ease filling your veins. “No. No, kiddo I think we established I do not like you that way.”

“You mean when I asked you to fuck me a few years ago and you turned me down?” He closed his eyes, sighing deeply. “That is something I did. I know we pretend I didn’t but it happened.”

“Y/N, I know I’m attractive. You’re attractive. But you only asked because you felt shitty about turning thirty and being a virgin. You’re a romantic and you deserve to do it with someone you love, not the guy that’s there when you’re sad. That’s not you.”

“Still, you have no right to dismiss Dean as some guy that just wants to hookup. Because like you just said, you know me. If I really wanted to fuck someone, I can walk out the door and find someone. So the fact I waited until Dean, who I didn’t even go all the way with, should tell you something. He actually made me stop from doing more than some touching because he didn’t want to rush me.” Eric nodded as he opened his eyes, sadness filling them.

“I know you’re a big girl, Y/N. A woman. Dean…he’s a good guy for not rushing you and for coming over. He’s more mature than the media makes him seem,” he said. 

“Yes he is,” you said, squeezing his hand. “So if you know all those things, because I know you do because you are damn good at your job, why would you still be so cruel to him behind my back?”

“I’m protective of you,” he shrugged, meeting your gaze. But you knew him too well to buy it.

“You know Dean used to hook up with a lot of women…and you hook up with a lot of women…did he sleep with someone you liked?” Eric stared at you like you were nuts and you held up your hands. “Okay. It wasn’t that. But there has to be a reason to make you lose your cool.”

Eric gnawed on his bottom lip, casting his eyes downwards, staring at the stack of sticky notes on your desk. 

“You can tell me the truth,” you said, leaning towards him, taking his hand in yours again. “As your friend, please.”

“I wouldn’t sleep with you back then when you asked…because I love someone else and I can’t screw someone I actually care about. It feels wrong. But I can never be with this other woman because she hates me like I’m the devil.” He turned his head, a sad smile on his lips. “And you’re dating her fucking protectee.”

“Sloane,” you said softly, Eric nodding. “That’s why you guys were screaming at each other yesterday.”

“We were best friends once, a very long time ago. But I hurt her in a way you can’t fix. I hurt her how your parents hurt you. Some words, some actions, you can’t take back.” You nodded. Since the faux funeral for Max, things with your parents had been…strained. You didn’t doubt they loved you or that they regretted what they said. But for a few hours on a bleary Saturday afternoon, when your mom gave you the cold shoulder and your dad dismissed you, called you a diva for trying to make Max’s day about you…unconditional love became conditional. And you’d never managed to flip it back.

“Have you ever talked about Sloane with anyone?” He shook his head. “Do you want to?”

He was quiet, contemplating. He squeezed your hand and relaxed his shoulders. “Don’t repeat this. We did special ops together. She was dangerously good. I fucking fell for her within five minutes. I was pretty sure she had similar feelings. But you don’t fuck around with dating when your job is so violent. I always said when we got out, we’d give it a shot. But then we were on an op and Sloane was meant to infiltrate a building. I was her spotter and I was so busy watching her and thinking how beautiful she was, I didn’t see the guards coming. I fucked up and she got caught.”

“She looked okay when I saw her,” you tried to offer but he just shook his head.

“They hurt her. Words can’t describe how bad it was. We all have baggage from that job but that…that was the worst day of my life. But I blamed myself and when she wanted me, needed me, I left her broken in a hospital bed when all she wanted was for me to hold her and make her feel better. I am an awful person, Y/N.”

“You were in shock. You-”

“I got her kicked off the team.” You stared at him, Eric shrugging. “I went above our commanding officers head. I made it sound like she was too weak to do the job, that because she was a woman she couldn’t do it. She was my equal, better than me even, and I ruined her career because I didn’t know how to keep her safe. She knew it was me. The last time I saw her she was in a cast and sling and she screamed how much she hated me, how she’d never loved me.”

“So you wanted to get rid of Dean so you wouldn’t have to see her,” you said, Eric shaking his head. “Wait, why would you be mean to him then?”

“I left because I thought the girl with the baggage needed someone to focus on her alone. She didn’t need some fucked up guy with his own shit. I left and I lost her but Dean? He took a risk and he got you. He put himself first in my mind and he got you when I lost Sloane and I was so angry at him. Because he’s happy and I know I screwed up with her. All I had to do was hug her in that hospital bed and I’d have her…and I have to live with that consequence and not take it out on your boyfriend.” He cleared his throat and stood. “I will apologize to Dean the next time I see him and will accept whatever disciplinary action you think is fit.”

You took a moment to rise to your feet, Eric holding his head high. “I think an apology is in order but no disciplinary action.”

“You’ve fired people for less,” he said, glancing down with worried eyes. “I shouldn’t get special treatment because you pity me.”

“I do not pity you. I understand you. I’m not ex-military and I didn’t see all the awful things I’m sure you did but I understand living with a regret, blaming yourself.” He looked down, nodding once. “Trusting people is hard in this business and I have very few people I care about…that I know care about me. You’re an idiot if you think I’d ever let you go.”

“You said-”

“I was pissed and wanted you to listen to me instead of treating me like I didn’t know what I was doing. So you’re stuck with me. But I want you to not bottle those things up like Sloane. Talk to me or your guys or a therapist or whoever. Just don’t stew in your own head. Now give me a hug.” You held out your arms, Eric rolling his eyes with a smile on his face. He stepped into the hug and returned it, picking you up off the ground for a minute.

“Alright, alright. I’ll try to be better. Now what’s on todays schedule?”

Ten Hours Later

You groaned as you finally closed your laptop. All day back to back meetings were awful. The team was already prepping for a concert series next summer to headline the new album that didn’t yet exist.

Not to mention you didn’t want to do over 100 concerts across five months ever again. Thank god you only had two big ones left for the year.

“Working hard?” Dean said as you screamed, immediately throwing the lacrosse ball on your desk at the door. Dean jumped but not in time for the ball to miss his shoulder, a frown on his face. “Ow. Remind me not to ever prank scare you.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, Dean tossing the ball back to you. “I’m not use to guests this late without Eric telling me.”

“S’alright. I uh, texted you earlier that I wanted to come over and make you dinner. Eric said you’ve been working all day and would probably like that.” Your eyebrows raised as you put the ball on the desk and walked over, turning off the office light.

“You talked to Eric?” you asked, leaning up on your tiptoes to peck a kiss on his lips, Dean grinning when you pulled back.

“Yeah I called him,” he said, letting you lead him down the hall and towards the kitchen. “I didn’t want to go get stuff at the store if you were busy. He apologized to me and explained some…things to me about him and Sloane when I got here a few minutes ago,” he said, setting the two bags on the kitchen island before picking you up and setting you on the counter with a chuckle. 

Your face flushed as Dean washed up at the sink. “So are you guys cool now?”

“Sweetheart, I was always cool with him. I knew he’d come around to loving me eventually,” he said, flashing you a wink as he started to inspect your cabinets. “Where do you keep your cutting board?”

“Skinny cabinet by the stove,” you said, Dean humming to himself. “I’m surprised. Eric said he was being an ass.”

“Yeah but I mean I don’t blame him,” said Dean, finding the board and putting it on the island along with a knife from the block on the counter. He shot you a side glance as he took ingredients out of the bag. “If I was in his shoes, I’d probably want to get rid of the guy that brings with him the constant reminder of losing the love of my life too, you know?”

“It was still immature of him.”

“I’m a guy. Of course I’m still immature,” said Eric, walking into the kitchen with a smirk, eyeing the food Dean had gotten, giving an approving nod. “Dean knows what I mean.”

“Men in general are a very immature species,” he said, the air in the room relaxed. “We’re quite stupid.”

“Extremely,” said Eric, fishing into his pocket and pulling out a small black clicker. He set it on the island, Dean not paying attention while he organized his ingredients. “Winchester.”

Dean glanced to his right, Eric nodding at the clicker. 

“You will carry this with you at all times when you are not with Sloane in public or at one of your facilities with security,” said Eric. Dean raised an eyebrow but Eric simply looked at you.

“Your management team will find out eventually. I don’t trust Rowan not to leak this relationship and once that happens,” Eric said, making sure Dean was watching him, “Your life will change. I wouldn’t advise going public places alone once that happens but I can’t enforce that on you. Use the clicker if you feel threatened and we will get someone to you quickly.”

“Alright,” said Dean with a nod. “Anything else I should know?”

“Yeah. Y/N’s been getting fight training for the past decade so if shit ever hit the fan, you follow her lead. She knows when to talk her way out, run or fight.”

“Good to know.”

“See you in the morning,” he said, lifting his chin when you raised your finger. “Yeah?”

“Can you work with Alex and your guys to find a suitable PR replacement? Rowan’s been pushy about how the date with Dean went and I don’t want to be looking over my shoulder all the time.”

“We’ll see if Emma’s available. She was my preferred choice but she had the babies at home. S’been a few years so she might want to come back,” he said. “I’ll work it.”

“Thank you, Eric,” you said. “Have fun tonight.”

“Always do,” he chimed back, whistling on his way out. 

“So,” said Dean, setting the knife down, some things already diced and prepped, “Do I have you all to myself finally?”

“Just you and the three dudes in the security shed but yup,” you laughed. He stepped in front of you, spreading your knees so he could settle between them. Heat rose to your cheeks as he leaned in close.

“You know it’s extremely hot you can handle yourself in a fight? I’m gonna hide behind you if shit ever went down,” he said, making you giggle. “I’m serious!”

“I think we’d be better off tag teaming them,” you said, Dean grinning. “He didn’t give you the clicker to scare you.”

“I know. I’m beginning to understand that once people find out about us, shit’s going to change.” He took your hands, holding them in your lap, a shy look in his eyes. “Can we keep this a secret for a little while?”

“I am all for that,” you said, both of you relaxed. “I want to get to know you more, just us.”

“Me too,” he whispered, brushing his lips over yours. “They’re gonna say I corrupted you.”

“They’re gonna say I tamed you.” He smirked, kissing you once, then twice, stealing your breath away.

“They’d be quite right,” he said, glancing down when your stomach grumbled loudly. “And you are one hungry girl. Okay, let’s get dinner on the road.”

Dean POV

Saturday Night

I was incredibly annoyed. Tonight was the first night all week I hadn’t spent with Y/N. Our schedules were both so busy during the week that we only had the evenings together. Her weekends had more downtime but we’d just started the season so mine was jam packed. I’d spent all day traveling from LA to New York to play the Jets tomorrow.

I could have lived with that if Y/N wasn’t playing a small concert tonight. In New York. She was literally a twenty minute uber ride away and I couldn’t go see her perform. It wasn’t about getting to see her sing live. Sure, I fucking loved it but I wanted to support her too. She would watch my game on TV tomorrow and it sucked I couldn’t do the same for her without risking outing ourselves.

But I mean…it was for a fundraiser event for her charity. A charity I’d just donated an assload of money to. Donors must have been on the guest list, right? I pulled out my phone, tapping the team group text.

Dean: You boys want to go to a fundraiser tonight?

Michael: I’d rather jump off a bridge.

Benny: I second that sentiment. I thought we were grabbing dinner and then going to get a decent night’s sleep?

Michael: I want a giant steak. 

Gabe: Are there going to be hot chicks at this fundraiser? I need to know all the facts before I make up my mind.

Dean: It’s Y/N’s event so I’m sure her New York friends will be there.

Benny: You didn’t say it was for your girlfriend.

Dean: I never said she was.

Michael: You’ve been smiling at your phone all fucking week. She’s your girlfriend. And I’d still rather jump off a bridge…but hot girls would help ease my pain and suffering.

Benny: Coach will have our ass if we get drunk the night before a game.  He wasn’t happy we were out so late last week.

Dean: Come on. You shits have more money than you know what to do with. Donate a little, meet some girls. Maybe they’ll take pity on your ugly asses.

Gabe: I’m in. But dinner first. I’m starving.

Michael: Same. Ben’s in too.Benny: Fine. But Dean’s footing the bill tonight.

Michael: I thought it was obvious Mr. Moneybags was paying.

Gabe: Hey if I walk around in booty shorts will you give me ten million too?

Dean: I need to get better friends.

Two hours later and a text to Eric, we were walking into a ballroom that was decked out in black and lavender drapes and balloons. 

“Is that the chick from-” started Michael.

“Uh huh,” said Benny, leaning in close. “How famous is Y/N exactly?”

“Didn’t she win an Oscar last year?” asked Gabe as a vaguely familiar actress walked past us.

“Just don’t act like idiots,” I said, heading for the open bar and getting an old fashioned. Michael and Gabe had wandered off and were currently chatting up a pair of actresses from a rom-com last year. 

“Every single chick in here is staring at you,” said Benny. I turned to my right, chuckling when I saw him sipping on a flute of champagne. “Fuck you. I can be classy.”

“I’ve watched you drink beer out of a funnel multiple times.” He flipped me the bird, putting his back to the bar, leaning it against it like I did, watching Y/N walk out on stage in a pair of tight ripped skinny jeans, a black corset crop top and a lavender flannel tied around her waist.

“You’re gonna give yourself away if you don’t at least talk to any of these women,” said Benny. I took a sip drag from my glass.

“Trying a new tactic this season. No hookups,” I said, listening as Y/N thanked people for their donations.

“Bullshit,” scoffed Benny. “You’re so a thing with Y/N.”

“No hookups with people that aren’t my girlfriend,” I said with a smirk. “Don’t-”

“I’m not stupid. If it gets out, it won’t be because of us,” he said, music cueing up in the background. “I don’t recognize this song. She didn’t play it at the concert last week.”

“Because it’s from her first album,” I said, raising my eyebrows as Y/N started to bounce around the stage.  My smile started to grow, Y/N getting into it more and more before she suddenly jumped.

“Is this that one they played all the time during the draft?”

“Yup.” I didn’t have to wonder long why she was singing ‘Boyfriend.’ When she saw me in the crowd, she blushed, winking as if it were part of the choreography. But I saw the quick look of surprise on her face. The way he smile seemed even bigger than before.

“So bribing chicks into dates really works huh?” teased Benny.

“Having a kidnapped sibling also helps,” I chuckled, Benny flinching out of the corner of my eye. “What?”

“You’ve talked about Sam more this week than you have in years.” I sipped on my drink, Benny squeezing my shoulder. “I should have told you about what she said back in college. You two would have gotten together a long time ago.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” I said, Benny’s eyebrows raising. “We were both too hurt back then. We’re still hurt but it’s different now.”

“Whatever it is, she seems like a good fit.”

“Thanks man,” I said, eyeing him up and down. “Now how much are you going to pony up to the charity tonight?”

“I’m gonna let you get sacked tomorrow,” he grumbled. 

“And ruin your stats? As if,” I scoffed, Y/N rolling right into another song. She performed for about half an hour and when she finished, absolutely every A-lister in the place wanted her attention. It took another hour for her to finally make her way over to us.

“Mr. Winchester,” she said, giving me a small nod as she took in the boys. “Michael Haven. Tight End. Gabe Tricks. Runningback. Nice to meet you both.”

“Oh the pleasure is all ours,” said Michael with a wink, ignoring my death glare.

“And Benjamin,” she said, giving Benny a big smile. “Who could forget my English buddy? He’s the number one offensive lineman in the league and he knows Tolstoy? Saved my ass from failing more than once.”

“Oh but you helped get me through Jane Austen,” he chuckled, giving her a hug, Y/N glancing up at me.

“Nice to see you again, Mr. Winchester.” 

“Oh for sure,” I teased, trying to keep my smile from being too giddy. “I brought my friends since they’re so eager to donate themselves.”

Her face lit up, the guys hiding their grimaces well. “Really? Obviously please don’t feel obligated to donate as much as Dean did which was frankly ridiculous but every dollar helps.”

“What exactly does your charity do?” asked Michael warily. I understood his hesitation. He’d been burned early on in his career when he hooked up with a bad agent and now he didn’t trust anyone with his money, even charities.

“Lots of things!” she said excitedly, Eric coming into view in my peripheral. I hadn’t seen him all night but I imagined he was keeping a close eye on her. “We do everything from prevention through school training programs, providing funds to rural communities to install lights, cameras, set up neighborhood watch programs and more to tracking cold cases, identifying possible trafficking rings, working with the FBI to provide our leads and even shutting down rings. We even have resources for reuniting families and providing support for both the survivors and their families to process re-unification, helping identify someone as no longer missing or dead and helping bridge education gaps and entry into the workforce.”

The boys just stared at her. Y/N had given me the low-down on Monday afternoon about the charity at my house and it had been obvious how deeply she cared about not just Max but all families that had been affected by such an awful experience.

“I know it sounds like a money grab, especially when we’ve only helped recover about fifty survivors but every penny goes into helping. Prevention is our number one priority,” she said. 

“Honestly, it sounds like you’re doing a lot,” said Benny. “Where do I signup?”

“By the entrance is a table where you can donate right now or get on our mailing list,” she said.

“Sounds cool,” said Michael, the boys heading over to the table, Y/N turning to me. 

“I didn’t go overboard did I? I get kind of blabbery when talking about the charity I’ve been told.” I resisted the urge to tuck her hair behind her ear, ease her worries.

“I think they were shocked at how much you do. Saving fifty people and stopping how many more from getting taken is nothing to scoff at,” I said. She shrugged. “Y/N. That’s fucking awesome.”

“Yeah but I didn’t do those things. I just use my fame to collect a big bucket of money to pay other people to find people.”

“Well if you didn’t there wouldn’t be a big bucket of money in the first place,” I said, bopping her nose, quickly pulling my hand away. “I, uh…”

“Tell your friends thank you,” she said, taking a step back, a coy smile on her lips. “Goodnight, Mr. Winchester.”

“Goodnight, princess.”

“I credit all the work the team did during the offseason,” I said after the game the next day. It’d been a blowout but we had a Thursday night game in a few days to prepare for and it’d be much harder. “Back to basics always works.”

“Any word on how the now infamous date with the Princess of Pop, Y/N Y/L/N, herself went? There’s word you were at her fundraiser last night and she was at the game today. Seems to be sending a signal,” the reporter asked. 

Fuck, she’d been at the game?

“I mean, I’m a fan, don’t get me wrong,” I laughed, trying to get off topic of the date. “We had a very nice conversation about her charity over lunch last week and as a new donor, I wanted to go and support the cause. You know, it’s something Y/N and I share in common and as people who have both lost siblings to trafficking, we both understand the devastation it can cause to not only your own family but community. It’s not as flashy or well known as some other very worthy causes and it doesn’t affect as many people but it can change any family at any time. I think prevention is a goal we both share and I respect her for all of the change she’s already made. People think of her as an amazing performer and she is but she’s a good person too for all that she’s doing for communities across the country.”

“Thanks, Dean,” she said, allowing me to leave and head for the locker room. There I found a few texts waiting for me.

Y/N: Hey I’m sorry. I know we said we wanted to keep things a secret but my friends invited me to the game today and it’d look weird if I said no so I’m here at the game

Y/N: Okay it looks like you’re already on the field and won’t see this until later. Sorry again.

Y/N: Your butt looks cute in those pants.

Y/N: YOU GOT A TOUCHDOWN??? I THOUGHT THEY PAID YOU TO JUST THROW THE BALL AND LOOK HOT

Y/N: How can they be allowed to hit you so late?

Y/N: Nvm. They threw one of those flag things

Y/N: Congrats on the win! Come over tomorrow night and I’ll make you dinner to celebrate?

“You’re on, sweetheart.”

Two weeks later, we fucked up. We thought a Friday night run to McDonald’s for some late dinner would be safe enough. But some kid took a picture of us at the counter. Holding hands. Looking way too friendly with each other.

The media was about to lose it’s shit come the morning.

“Ugh,” said Y/N from the passenger seat. “I’m already getting texts and we weren’t even home yet. I guess that kid was a tik toker.”

“It was bound to happen. It’s my fault. I wanted to-”

“It’s no one’s fault,” she said quietly as I drove towards her house. “There’s nothing wrong with us being together. I just wanted to protect you from this crap for longer.”

“I know,” I said, reaching a hand over, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “But it’s something I knew I’d have to deal with eventually and I’ve always been okay with that.”

She was quiet, the ride back carrying an uneasy feeling. When I parked in the driveway she didn’t move, eyes closed. “Dean. You have to decide if-”

I cupped her cheek, her eyes flashing open for a brief second as I planted a harsh kiss on her. Y/N sank into it, moving her lips against mine.

“I picked you a long time ago. We don’t have to change. We can still have our nights together, still be goofy and us. All that changes is now we don’t have to hide it. This house and mine are still our privates spaces. Nothing there changed. Okay? You’re my girl, princess. Get used to it.” She nodded, taking a breath before we both headed inside. 

“Stay tonight,” she said, closing the door after me. “The morning-”

“I know,” I said, locking the door behind her, cupping her face with both hands, big doe eyes looking back. “We either hide or own this. It’s your decision.”

“We’re not hiding,” she said, a tiny smile on her face. “Does this mean I can come to your game on Sunday?”

“Girl, you’re wearing my jersey at the game,” I said, a smirk growing on her face. “What?”

“I have an idea of how we take ownership of all of this.”

“I’m listening,” I said, Y/N taking my hand, leading us towards the stairs, our food in her other hand.

“You’re going to like it…and you’re so coming to my concert tomorrow night with the guys. I have a surprise for you.”

“Looking forward to it, princess.”

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A/N: Read Part 4 here!