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hellcat8908 · 3 months

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I Didn't Know Azriel x Female Reader

WARNINGS: ANGST, ILLUSION TO ASSAULT (NOT AZRIEL), ASSHAT AZRIEL, LANGUAGE

You were alone in your apartment crying for the third day. A soft knock sounded on the door before Feyre's voice filtered through, "I was wondering if you'd like to join me at the studio and help with some classes." You ignore her as you had everyone else. She knocks again, "we're really worried about you. You haven't left the house, none of us know when the last time you ate or drank anything. Please, y/n. We just want to help." She says before the sound of glass shattering against the door filled the silent room. "Guess I'll check on you tomorrow." She says before walking away and leaving you to your misery.

They're his family. In the end, they'll always choose him over you. You can't even be mad about it because they were his first, and you'd already caused him enough pain. The sooner you left the night court, the better off everyone would be. You just hated being away from him. You hated keeping your secret but couldn't bear how things would change if he knew the truth. He'd see you as weak and pathetic if he knew the real reason you didn't show up the other night. You'd rather let him think whatever he wanted because no matter, you believed it to be better than the truth.

His words cut deep when you wouldn't explain your absence, and he hadn't tried to reach out since. You didn't want to know how he was doing because you couldn't bear living in two hells at once. You hadn't left the house, and you barely functioned. Cassian had left food for you, which you had taken a few bites of after he left. He was the only other one to know the truth, a secret he's forced to keep thanks to the tattoo hidden within his others. The only reason he knows is because he's the one who found you. He took you home as you begged him not to tell anyone. He told you to worry about it after getting cleaned up.

You refused to let Cassian help you unless the deal was struck that he wouldn't reveal your secret under any conditions or through any loop holes. Once he agreed you let him stitch you up. Shortly after he left Azriel pounding at your door. You glamoured yourself to hide your injuries before opening the door. "Where have you been? We had dinner reservations and you never showed!" He practically growls. "I know, Az. I'm sorry, something came up." You say softly. "That's it? That's all you've got to say?!" He runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I waited like a fool and all you give me is something came up?! You know what maybe it's for the best you didn't show up. You may have saved me from making the biggest mistake of my life tonight!" He shouts tossing a black velvet box on the ground at your door. "Goodbye, y/n." He sneers before taking off in a fit of rage and pain, leaving you brokenhearted at the door.

Once he was out of sight you picked up the ring box and set it on the table inside the door. After locking the door you sank to the floor and fell apart. Broken sobs racking your body as you felt truly alone for the first time with nobody to blame but yourself. As the two days passed you barely ate and drank except for small bites from the food Cass delivered. You became numb to everything around you as you checked out, emotionally and mentally. Crying hysterically and forcing yourself to survive the panic attacks. You cried until you had no more tears left to cry.

Another knock at the door brings you back to the present. "Y/n, open up." It was Cassian. "I know you're in there and we need to talk." He says. "Go away." You say, your voice hoarse from screaming and crying. "I'm not going away and I'm not above breaking into your apartment." He says sternly. You walk over and flip the lock before laying back down on the couch. Cassian enters carrying a bag from the café down the street. He puts it on the coffee table in front of you. "Eat." He says. You ignore him. "I did not stitch you up just to watch you kill yourself! Now eat!" He commands. "I'm not one of your soldiers." You say, glaring at him. "Be thankful you're not. You're my friend and I hate seeing you like this." He says gesturing to you.

His words hit a soft spot and you reach into the bag and pull out a container of chicken noodle soup. "Thank you." He says softer after you eat your first spoonful. "You need to tell Azriel what really happened for both your sakes. You need to unburden yourself of this secret and stop letting him think the absolute worst." Cassian says. "Easy for you to say." You retort. "No, it's not easy for me to say, I know you're hurting and your so fucked up mentally and emotionally right now. I know this isn't easy on you because its clear as day how much your hurting. If other's knew, if you had someone to talk to I think it would help." He says. "He hates me. I broke his heart and he hates me." You say as tears fill your eyes.

"He doesn't hate you. He just wants answers, answers only you can give him." Cass says trying to reassure you. "Cass, look on the table, he made it clear how much he hates me that night. He told me I saved him from making the biggest mistake of his life before tossing that on the ground." You say through sobs as you relive the moment. "He isn't coming back and nothing is going to change that. He's better off without me. He's already suffered enough and anything is better than the truth. I release you from the bargain, it was wrong of me to make you agree to it and I've been a shitty enough person already." You say before locking yourself in the bedroom as you fall apart all over again until you cry yourself to sleep.

You awake to the sound of someone pounding on the door. Looking at the clock its 3 in the morning. Half asleep you answer the door, surprised to see Azriel standing there. You swing the door open wider before walking towards the kitchen and putting a kettle on for tea. "It's on the table, grab it and go. I know you hate me so I won't stop you." You say emotionless. "What? You think I'm here for the ring?" He asks. "Yes, figured you'd be back to get it so you can get your money back." "To hell with the ring! Y/n, is it true?" Your shoulders sag and your heart sinks. Of course Cassian told him right away. "Yes." You say as you grab a tea bag from the container. You hear glass shatter knowing if this keeps up you'll need new dishware. You turn and see the shattered cup on the floor and the contents dripping on the wall.

"I'm sorry, shit. I'll replace it." Azriel says quickly realizing what he did. "Don't worry about it." You say turning back to your tea. "Don't do that." Azriel says as you feel him behind you. "Don't pretend with me, please." He says following you into the living room. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asks directly, his tone soft. "I couldn't." You answer. "Why, y/n?" He pushes. Your hands start to shake forcing you to put down your tea. "Because I couldn't bear the thought of you thinking I'm weak and pathetic to allow something like that to happen. I couldn't stand the thought of you looking at me differently. You've been through so much already I didn't want to drag you through this. For me it was easier to let you believe whatever you wanted, whatever you felt like was the reason behind me not showing up."

"So you'd rather let me think the absolute worst of you than tell me the truth?! That some bastard thought he had the right to do what he did to you?!" He grits through his teeth before remembering to take a few deep breaths to calm down. "I understand why you didn't tell me but I wish you would've. If I had known, I never would've said what I did that night. I ended up making the biggest mistake in my life that night by not giving you the benefit of the doubt and seeing how upset and hurt you were. Instead, I only added to your pain with my hateful words and actions. I truly am sorry for the added pain and suffering I caused you. I hope one day you can forgive me and we can rebuild our relationship." He says, his hands craving to reach out and feel you.

#azriel x reader #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #sarah j maas #acotar fic #batboys #azriel #azriel angst

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rootingforbada · 4 months

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Snowfall(ing in love) 🎄

bada x fem reader

disclaimers: short fluff fic just for christmas! please keep in mind that im not a native english speaker, thank you. enjoy! ❤️

Summary: "Sorry, love, i won't be able to spend Christmas with you" are the words you read on your phone from Bada. Your girlfriend mentioned she won't be able to spend Christmas with you, leaving you quite disappointed. After all, it isn't just Christmas; it's your 3-year anniversary together. Frustrating, right? Unless...

WC: 1.2k

"What?!" A high-pitched gasp echoes through the diner.

"Lusher, chill," i utter, covering my ears in response to the shout while attempting to ease my own frustration.

"What do you mean... she won't be here for Christmas night? I mean... She didn't even spend the day with you today" Minah inquires, assertive. It's like everyone got hit by the message i just read.

Bada and i have been together as a couple for 3 years, and through her, i got to know Lusher, Minah, and Sowoen; they've become my close friends since then.

We decided to come to a small diner before diving into the preparations for the upcoming festivities; the year flew by, and today is already December 25th. It feels like time zoomed in a flash.

I was looking forward to this Christmas, as today is the anniversary of my relationship with Bada as well. The issue is that she just messaged saying she can't make it.

Ugh, I'm really frustrated. I mean, i get it—I'm trying to be understanding, especially with her crazy & packed schedule over the past few months. But, come on, it's such a special date and she hasn't even seen me today...

I attempt to shake off the disappointment, taking a deep breath as i glance around at the faces of my friends, each wearing a mix of concern and sympathy.

"Maybe there's a reason she can't make it," Sowoen suggests, trying to ease the tension in the air.

I nod, appreciating the attempt to find a silver lining. "Yeah, she's been swamped with work lately."

Minah raises an eyebrow, "But Christmas, of all days?"

I sigh, realizing the weight of the situation. "I know, it's just... it's our anniversary too."

Lusher, who has been visibly on edge, finally speaks up, "Look, we're here for you. Maybe she's just really busy after all."

I force a small smile, touched by their support. "Yeah, maybe..."

Finishing my drink, i glance at the clock; it's nearly 8 in the evening. Christmas is almost over.

"Well, i must go now; thanks for the company, ladies!" I flash a smile as i stand to hug everyone.

"Already? Hang out a bit more. You can join us for the rest of Christmas if you want!" Sowoen suggests in her sweet and eloquent voice.

"No need! Enjoy it, and tell me what you got as presents later!" I warmly reply.

"If you need anything, hit us up," Lusher affirms while giving me a tight hug.

I give a final wave and leave the establishment; grabbing my keys from the bag, i open the car to head home.

With the snow starting to fall, the road becomes increasingly tricky to navigate. However, it's not a big deal, as i manage to reach my home safely.

Still disappointed about spending this important date alone, i enter the building's elevator, heading to the floor of my apartment. Upon arriving in front of the door, i spot a note.

"Knock on the door 3 times and close your eyes! :)"

"What the...?" I mutter to myself. Had my friends prepared something? Nonetheless, i decided to follow the instructions.

"Knock, knock, knock"

Three knocks on the door, and i keep my eyes shut, waiting for what will happen next.

I can feel the door opening accompanied by a faint, familiar laughter.

"Open your eyes~"

Upon finally opening my eyes, the first sight before me is Bada, with a mischievous smile and an expression of "I fooled you good" emanating from her face. She's grinning, her medium-length hair adorned with pink highlights and small braids. My girlfriend hadn't forgotten our anniversary, after all.

"Bada...? But..." i stammer, slightly perplexed, directing my gaze towards the decoration.

It's as if i stepped into a massive Christmas-themed store; a huge tree, meticulously decorated and lit up, stands out in the corner of the room. Lights and twinkling decorations everywhere, thoughtfully arranged. Paper hearts and garlands adorn the walls, accompanied by lovely post-its stuck with the message "Our 3-year anniversary." The dining table, beautifully set, occupies the center.

A carefully selectedd playlist fills the room with a variety of songs, from "Understand - Keshi" to "double take - dhruv."

Honestly, i'm mesmerized by everything, unsure whether to admire the decoration or Bada. I am on the verge of tears; i truly didn't expect all of this.

"Merry Christmas and happy anniversary to us, my love." Bada wraps me in her long arms while planting small kisses on my cheeks and nose.

We linger in the embrace for a few seconds; her hug is so comforting, i wish i could stay in it forever.

"Did you like the surprise, sweetheart?" she asks casually, holding my hand while pointing to the post-its and other messages.

"Of course! But hey, you didn't have to fool me like that... I was hurt!" I playfully punch her shoulder, and she just laughs, as it probably didn't make much impact; after all, I'm not one of the strongest.

"But it was worth it, wasn't it? Lusher, Minah, and Sowoen helped me organize everything."

"They're in on this? Oh, I'll end those girls the next time i see them," i say, jokingly, surprised by the revelation. I really thought they weren't part of this.

"Hey, they made all of this possible ~ without them, it would have been dull," she says, still laughing at the situation. "Let's eat; i prepared everything especially for you."

She gives a swift kiss upon my lips before arranging the table. Bada had meticulously prepared various dishes, and from a distance, i could spot a cake that seemed to be green tea-flavored.

"It looks delicious!" I exclaim, my mouth watering.

"Before we eat, i wanted to give you this," she gazes at me intently and pulls a medium-sized box from her pocket. "You can open it."

"What is it?" I inquire, fixing my eyes at the present, opening it.

Inside, i find a beautiful necklace with a small diamond pendant, accompanied by a polaroid photo of us from our last Christmas/New Year's trip.

I love you, truly. You mean everything to me, love. I am the happiest person in the world when you're right next to me. Christmas after Christmas, year after year, we'll be together. The youngest days of my life are when I'm with you," she confesses genuinely, and i truly feel that every word she utters is sincere.

Once again, tears stream down my cheeks. I am at a loss for words. My veins feel like they might burst from sheer happiness. I feel so grateful to have someone so kind by my side.

"Bada... I don't know what to say... I really love you so much," i articulate, my voice choked and trembling, admiring everything she has done for me not just today, but throughout these three years we've been together.

"Hey, don't cry," she rises up and rushes to hug me once again, that warm sensation returning. She caresses my neck with one hand while gently wiping away my tears with the other.

Outside, snow is falling; i can hear some neighbors enthusiastically wishing Merry Christmas as the day seems to end, and fireworks are lighting up the whole sky.

"Season after season, i shall be here for you. Merry Christmas, my lovely princess," Bada whispers in my ear, and our lips meet gently—a tender and soft kiss filled with affection on that festive Christmas night.

[🎄] thank you so much for reading! i hope you liked this christmas special. merry x-mas and stay safe everyone <3 kisses from ste~

#bada lee #swf2 #bada lee fanfic #swf2 x reader #bada lee x reader #bada lee au #bada lee swf2 #bada imagine #fluff #bada fluff #bada x reader

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wifeofnatasharomanoff · 7 months

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Reaching You

WARNINGS: angst with a happy ending (jk), arguing,

WORDS: 775

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

A/N: sorry y'all...!

She's barely home anymore. It's as if your wife wasn't the same. You were losing her, just as she already lost you.

“Natasha you're barely even at home. You don't get to fucking talk about how I'm taking care of our son who I had to go through 9 months of hell for!” you shouted as you tried your hardest to not look at her. “I'm just saying that maybe he's old enough for a babysitter. The team misses you in the group, babe.” You scoff, “I'm sure that they do, but he's not even a year old, Natasha. I'm not going to leave our son alone with a stranger. You're a superhero. There are people everywhere trying to hurt you, or us too. You don't even make the time to be at home for me or him.”

“The only reason he's safe is because the world doesn't know that the black widow has a son.” Natasha sighed, “you're so god damn stubborn. If nobody knows about him, he's fine.” you shook your head. “Fuck you. You can't say that, Nat, anything could happen. You'd trust a stranger over your own wife?”

She pinched at the bridge of her nose, “That's not it, y/n. I-I'm just saying they want you back on the team, it's not safe to bring a baby to the Avengers compound.”

“And you think leaving Alex with a complete stranger is safer? No. I'm not doing it there is nothing you could say to convince me.” she muttered something before speaking up, “fine. I'll be at the compound if you need me.”

“I won't, don't worry.” bullshit you always go back to begging her to come home. You heard the front door open and then close.

Sighing to yourself as you walked into the kitchen to make a snack for you and Alex. “Mommy!” your face lit up when you looked down to see him walking on wobbly legs to you, “Hi lovebug! How did you get out of your crib hm?” you bent down to take him in your arms as his stubby hands grabbed at your shoulder. “Stawbayies.” you saw him point at the uncut fruit on the chopping board, “you want strawberries?” he nodded. “Only if you promise to not leave your crib.” he beamed at you before crawling away to his crib.

You chopped up some berries before going back to where Alex found himself in his crib, “come on sweetie, I got you your strawberries.” you cooed as he leaped into your arms. You fed him his fruit and he later fell asleep over your shoulder, “Goodnight, sweetheart..” you whispered as you quietly walked over to your bed and laid him on the mattress. You sighed as you let him curl his small hand around your finger, watching his every breath as he slept peacefully, completely unaware of what just went on between his parents.

Eventually, you fell deep asleep next to him. Not knowing that Natasha came back from the compound an hour after you fell asleep. Not knowing that she was sitting right beside you while you held Alex close to you as you slept. “hm.. darling?” she hummed in response, her emerald green eyes focused on a piece of your hair she was toying with. “When did you get home, Tasha?”

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said earlier. I was wrong, baby.” she whispered, her hands resting on your waist as her face was buried into the crook of your neck. “Natasha I-” you shifted your position on the bed to look at her, “I understand if you don't forgive me right now, krasivaya but I'm sorry. I asked Tony to not call me in unless it's urgent— I'll stay home more, dekta please.” you sighed as Natasha squeezed at your hand.

“Okay.” she blinked, a spark of hope in her eyes. “I'll forgive you.. but, on one condition. Tell the team I'll come back, except when I'm there, you have to stay home.” she slightly smiled at your words. “okay. I'll do it. I love you so much. I'm so sorry—” you pressed your lips against hers, “I love you too.” she chuckled out of relief against your skin, her hands pressed against your arms. “I love you so much, detka.”

“I missed this. I missed you, darling.”

But she wasn't there. She was on a mission, you were all alone waiting for her to come home as always. As knowing as you were about your wife's actions you were still naive to think that she'd listen to you can come back home just because you told her to.

#roza rambles <3 #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #roza reblogs <3 #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x you

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strawhbrrries · 10 months

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Babys Breath, vi

pairing: bob floyd x seresin!florist!reader

summary: Bob stumbles into the nearest florist to the funeral he’s attending and, unknowingly, charms Jake Seresin’s sweet younger sister with all the anxious charm he possesses.

warnings: everyone calls reader “sunshine”, fluff!!!, protective older brother jake??, horrible descriptions of the navy, warnings will differ depending on chapter, no use of y/n or description of reader, not proofread

word count: 836 words

authors note: ....drama!!! as always, please enjoy! mwah!

tag list: @myownworstenemyyy @kloofspeaks @bcon24 @chaosofmanyfandoms @strangerparks @kmc1989 @angelbabyange @ephemeralninon

find the masterlist here!

read the previous part here!

Your mouth dropped at the sight of Jake leaning against your car, squeezing Bob’s hand like your life depended on it. Jake looked like he was ready to tear the two of you into shreds and Bob looked like he was ready to defend you at all costs.

“You know I came out here to apologize for being an asshole. For not believing you. And here you are, doing exactly what you fucking said you weren’t doing.” Jake laughed, using all the self control he had to not lash out.

“Actually, she only said she wasn’t texting me.” Bob interjected, holding onto your hand just as tight to let you know he was there.

“Oh shut the fuck up, Bob.”

“Don’t speak to me like that, I’ve done nothing in this situation.” Bob stood up for himself, squeezing his free hand into a fist. Seeing firsthand how Jake was speaking to you made him increasingly more mad, the more words that came out of his mouth the more Bob just wanted to resort to violence.

“Jake, let's speak about this at home.” You felt small, he had never been this mad at you before and the last thing you wanted to do was make it worse. Maybe, just maybe, if you removed Bob from the situation you could talk it out and fix it all.

“No, Sunny. We’re having this conversation here, in front of your little boyfriend.” Jake motioned towards Bob, his face turning a bright red.

“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry? Because I'm not, Jake. Bob isn’t like the other guys you try to protect me from.” You rationalized, trying not to break into tears over the situation.

“Have you told him?” Jake asks, the calmest he’s been all night.

“No, leave it alone.” You knew what he was referring to, the situation that’s caused Jake to be so overbearing. You hadn’t told anyone, nobody needed to know.

“Tell him.”

“Jake, stop. This isn’t the time or place for this.” If you had felt small before you felt even smaller now. Your breath quickening, palms sweaty and mind racing. It was too much and he knew it.

“I’ll do it. So basically, Bob-“

Before Jake could continue his sentence, the free hand that Bob had balled into a fist connected with his cheek, he scrunched his face as he hadn’t realized it hurt to punch someone. Jake brought his hand to his cheek, rubbing it softly and grunting in pain.

“She said no, what is it with you and being such an asshole to fucking everbody? Jesus Christ, Hangman.” Bob let go of your hand and walked closer to Jake, possessed by some sort of confidence he’d never had before. He dealt with the asshole attitude enough of work, eventually somebody had to take it down a notch or two. “Don’t fucking speak to her again unless you’re apologizing.”

You stood there awkwardly, watching your brother being threatened. In another world maybe you would’ve interrupted and talked it out, stepped in between the two of them to avoid an actual fight. But right now, you felt like he deserved this. No amount of brotherly love excused the way he’d spoken to you, or Bob. If anything, you wish Bob had landed more than one punch. You’d whispered something about wanting to go home, your words didn’t feel like yours. Everything was still spiraling and it was overwhelming.

“My place or yours?” Bob whispered, turning back to you and wiping away a tear you didn’t even know had fallen. “Come on.”

You ended up at your place, setting your things on the coffee table in the living room and sitting on the couch. You rubbed your hands up and down your jeans, trying to self regulate just a little bit. Bob was moving around the house behind you, it was all just a blur and you were more focused on yourself. A glass of water was placed on the table in front of you, the couch dipping as he sat down next to you. He smoothed down your hair, placing a small kiss on your temple.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, leaning his forehead against the side of your head.

“For what?” You asked, taking the glass of water and just holding it in your hand. Contemplating if you wanted a drink or not before taking a sip.

“Him, my punching, me. All of it.” He responded, moving his hand from your hair and rubbing your back.

“It’s not your fault, Bobby. I did it, I should’ve known it was going to blow up sooner or later.” You leaned against him, placing the glass back on the coffee table.

The front door opened, you didn’t need to look to know it was Jake. He walked right past the two of you and into his room, closing the door behind him without uttering a single word. He didn’t apologize to anyone if he thought he was right, and he thought he was right.

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yuyu1024 · 4 months

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Those eyes

Pairings: Yeosang × y/n

Genre/tags: Friends, first time

Warning: 🔞🔞 fluff, smut, dry humping, mention of masturbation & porn, cursing, no sex [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.9k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: repost. Check pinned post for more stories✨️

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Yeosang have missed a lot of your classes since he got into an accident. He got discharged from the hospital and now at home to recover. And as his best friend, you go and visit him everyday to give him the notes and assignments that your teachers asked you to give so he could at least catch up or be in tune with the whole class.

They don't want him to get behind since he is one of the top students in the whole school, not just your class.

"Oh! Y/n, happy friday." Yeosang's mom greets you as she opens the front door.

"Hello again, Mrs. Kang."

"Your just in time." She says as you enter their place. "I just finished helping him cleaning his wounds and make your afternoon snacks..."

"Thank you, Mrs. Kang..."

"Welcome..." she then shows you the tray of sandwiches and fruits for you and Yeosang. "I'll leave you two guys alone for a minute okay? I need to go and have a quick run to the groceries to buy more stocks for our pantry. And maybe go by the pharmacies too..." she then checks her phone for the list of things she needs to buy. "We ran out of bandages and the cream to put onto his scratches..."

"Oh, don't worry about us. I will look after him. We'll get busy studying anyways..."

"Thank you, Y/n...." she pats you on the shoulder, "also a heads up... he's a little cranky... I don't know what got into him... but I hope you make him feel better..."

"I'll do my best. I'll yank his ear if he gets on my nerves." You joke

"Maybe that's what he needs." Mrs. Kang laughs. "Text me if you need anything else from the groceries okay?"

You watch Yeosang's mother grab her bag, her keys and then check her phone one last time before she goes out of the door.

"Have a safe trip!" You say before closing the door.

After she left, you start to do your thing. Your sling bag is still hung across your body whilst you start to carry the tray of the food Mrs. Kang prepared for you and Yeosang.

"Knock, knock." You lightly kick the door with your feet and immidiately see Yeosang carefully climbing onto his bed to avoid his right injured arm

"You're early today." He says

"There is a school fair today so..." you place the tray on top of the beside his bed.

"Ah, the fair. How's our class' booth?"

You frown. "Why worry about that? You know our booth is always the highlight of the fair. Wedding booth is always hyped by everyone." Then you feed him a piece of muscat.

"I guess so..." he says as he chews. "Do we have a lot of assignment today?" He slighty sigh

"Hmm... not really." You jump onto the bed beside him and begin to open your bag and look for the notes.

"Y/n... your skirt!" He takes one of his pillows and place it on your lap. "You could've gone home and changed before coming here."

"Sorry!" You gape at him

"You should be careful when your wearing a skirt!" He looks irritated

"I know... but I'm with you so it's fine!" You throw the pillow back to the other side. "Why are you suddenly yelling at me?"

He sighs. "Nothing..." he massages his temples with his free hand which is covered with scratches. Which is a lot better than the right one which is in a cast and in a sling support.

"You are very snappy... what's wrong with you?"

He looks away from you and just sighed again. "I said nothing..."

"C'mon Yeosang... we've known each other for a long time now... I know something is bothering you. You're not the type to be like this unless something frustrates you."

"You will not understand it."

"Why not? Explain it to me then... is it the homeworks? The notes I've made for you? Or because you're not healing quicker than you want to?"

He went quiet for a bit before he finally decides to tell you the reason. "The latter..."

"The doctor said... you are doing better right? So just give it time."

"I know, I know... but it's not that..." he suddenly looks shy

"What is it then?"

"Promise me that you will not laugh at me."

You blink multiple times, confused. "Laugh? Ahm... okay... I won't. What is it? Get to the point."

He covers his face with his hand, closing his eyes even as he tells you. "I've been a little frustrated because... I can't ma$turbate."

"Huh?" You look confused and doubting if you really heart him say that he's annoyed that he can't jerk himself.

He looks at you, annoyed. "I'm right handed, y/n! I can't use my right hand." He points at his injured arm

"Ooh."

He lays his back on the pile of pillows behind him. "I've been horny and shit and I can't do anything about it." He puts his forearm over his face. "Laugh all you want now... I get it if you find me silly."

But you didn't laugh. You get his frustration. He is a guy after all. You are just stunned as you've never heard him talk about this stuff before.

"I'm not laughing..." you say to him, pulling his arm off his face. "Do you want me to help you?"

His eyes widens at your question. "What?"

"Help you... to release whatever you want to release..."

"Don't make jokes like that."

"Who said I'm joking?" You spat

"We are friends. Best of friends." Yeosang says

"So?"

"What do you mean 'so?' Are you thinking straight right now?" He gets up.

"I am..." you answer with a straight face. "I know you watch p0rn and shit... coz I do too... and pleasuring yourself helps to... get it out... you know... especially both of us are virgins. We do what we can do...you know..."

Now, he is the stunned one. He didn't know you are this open minded by this things. He didn't know you have your own needs like his.

"So... do you want my help or not? We can just continue doing homework if you like..."

Yeosang closes his eyes again, trying to think everything through. Because he cares about you and don't want this to cause any issue afterwards.

"If you don't want to... it's fine." You say as you start to get off the bed but then his hand suddenly stops you mid-way.

"What would you do? To... help me...?"

You smile at how cute his face is, innocently asking you.

"I don't know a lot too... since I've never tried the things I watched in real life... but..."

You slowly climb back up again. But this time not just on the bed but also on top of Yeosang. You sit on his lap, right above his thighs where you could feel his bulge slowly getting hard as he felt your covered core on it.

"We can't start... like this..." you begin to slowly move your hips creating friction between the two of you while making direct eye contact with him. "I might get wet from this..." you quietly say "I might stain your jogging pants."

"I don't care." His mouth is slightly open, breathing is slow but heavy and his eyes are fixated on you.

"Does this feel good?"

"Yes..."

"Do you want something else?"

Yeosang eyes lower his gaze.

"Do you want to touch my boobs?" You ask, smiling

He is breathing louder now as you pick up the pace of you, dry humping him. "Can I?"

"I would enjoy if you do..." you start to unbutton your white blouse uniform. "I have a this thing about... my boobs..." you explain. "I feel like... I like them being touched.. gives me pleasure..."

Slowly revealing you covered boobs and telling him you like him to touch it, made him even harder. You feel his bulge pulsate upon reveal.

He cups both of your boobs, squeezing them with amazement. "They're so pretty." He mumbles

"Ugh..." you moan as you feel your core get wet just from humping him over his pants. "Sorry..." you say as you check his soaked pants.

"Holy shit..." he hisses as he sees it. "Fuck."

"Sorry..." you repeat

"No... it's okay.... it's actually... so sexy..." Yeosang looks at you again. "Can you now... touch my.... my..."

Laying down beside him, blouse still open, "do you want me to give you a handjob?"

He nods with excitement.

"Okay... but let's cover ourselves with your blanket and play a movie on your laptop or something in your TV.."

"Why?"

"Silly you!" You tap your finger on the tip of his nose. "You're mother might get back and check up on us... just to be safe."

"Ah! I see. Yes."

And that's what you guys did. You turned on his TV and played some scary movie so his mom will not find it weird that you to are so close to each other under the blanket. His mom knows you are a bit of a scardy cat.

"You're so smart for thinking about this..." Yeosang says as you both get comfy laying down on his bed.

You put a pillow above you too to hug but also to hide whatever you are doing underneath "you're not the only smart person in our friendship you know..."

Your hand then pushes his jogger pants down a little, freeing the thick length he's been hiding in there.

"Holy fuck!" He hisses as he felt your hand grab him. "Holy fuck y/n" his mouth opens and releases a quiet moan as you begin to move your hands up and down. "This fucking feels... good."

"Your so thick..." you whisper to him. "I wonder if you would fit in me..."

"Fucking hell, Y/n!" He breathes, "don't say shit like that... coz I would.." he pauses as his breathing spikes up. He's getting in his zone. You are really giving him such pleasure.

"You would what?" You ask him

He opens his eyes again and looks at you straight into your eyes. "Coz I would not mind finding out what it feels to be in you...." he leans forward to you to give you a kiss. A long, sweet and lustful kiss.

This kiss is both your first kiss.

"I'm down..." you answer. "I don't mind getting lost into you..."

"Do you want to stay for the night here?" Yeosang asks, "I can ask my mother to call your parents."

"You are eager..." you smirk, "Not tonight...." you pick up your rythm again, making him throw his head back onto the pillow. "We can wait until you're fully recovered... for now... we can just...."

Yeosang starts to moan a little louder. He's so close to his peak.

"F-fuck! Ahhh...."

You watch him go mad under your hands. "Look at me... I want to see those eyes of yours...."

He is taking deep breathes, mouth open and looks at you. His eyes are sparkling. He is on the edge.

"Fuck!" He grunts and hurriedly grabs the tissues he had ready to catch his warm release. "Fucking hell, y/n..." he leans in for a kiss again which you are willing to accept after seeing him so happy and super satisfied. He's cheeks are even got pinkish "Promise me... once I fully recovered... we get to do this again... and..."

"I promise."

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THE KNIFE I TURN WITHIN MYSELF (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

writers note:

hi okaaaay so this is my very first fic im new to the community and a little nervous so bear with me! i used to write a lot mostly when i was a kid but i haven’t in years and i haven’t written anything like this ever, but i love to write and am currently obsessed with rafe cameron and obx so i thought id give it a try and just started writing lol. i have literally never ever written smut before so if it’s cringy i apologize in advance! this isn’t a one shot i kinda maybe wanted to write a series if u guys liked it and would maybe want one? ANYWAYS it’s super angsty im not even gonna lie and definitely a darker fic so if you aren’t comfortable with that this probably isn’t the fic for you! please enjoy ✨

Words: 5.8K (it's lengthy I'm sorry lol)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON at times, STEPCEST (sorry lol), drug abuse/self harm, depression, smut eventually!!!! 18+ ONLY PLEASE

Summary: Kildare’s Kook Princess is forced to return home to the Outer Banks for the first time in two years since abruptly leaving for college. Unable to hold yourself together any longer, you’re forced to come face to face with the home and family you left behind and the boy you so desperately tried to forget.

It had been two years since you had last stepped foot on the island you once called home, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease in your stomach as you waited for the ferry to dock. You left for California the summer after you graduated, making UCLA your new home, with plans on never looking back. You used every excuse you could to avoid coming home to the Outer Banks, but most importantly, back to Tannyhill. If it wasn’t for Rose, your mother, threatening to cut you off financially unless you came home for the summer, you wouldn’t have. The Outer Banks simply held far too many painful memories for you, and the idea of being home for an entire summer made you want to hurl the contents of your stomach over the side of the boat into the pristine blue sea.

You picked at your fingers anxiously, a nervous habit you picked up as a kid, whenever you were stressed, as you waited for the ferry to arrive on the island. You broke the habit once you moved out to California, substituting self-mutilation for a certain white powder that you were already all too familiar with due to your stepbrother Rafe’s problem with it. The irony was not lost on you, as you descended down the rabbit hole of the Los Angeles lifestyle, eventually becoming a female carbon copy of the exact person you had been running from. He was who you dreaded seeing the most, the very reason for your departure from the island and why you refused to come home. Your family, of course, blissfully unaware of the true reason for your self-imposed exile, believing you when you lied to them about being too busy with school and work to visit. It wasn’t like you didn’t miss your family or friends, but you knew that the best thing for you was to be far away from the island that loomed before you. He had a habit of clouding your judgment, something you needed no help with as you were already prone to making shitty decisions on your own.

You walked off the ferry in search of your ride, praying that Ward and Rose hadn’t sent him to pick you up, they weren’t specific in saying who would get you which made your stomach turn in fear of being alone with him even if it was just for a ten minute car ride. You didn’t know if you could survive being in a car with Rafe, let alone back at home with him for three whole months. The anxiety in you started to grow, your comedown hitting you hard as everything you tried to forget over the last two years began to resurface. You looked around the crowd for a familiar face, your shoulders sagging with relief when you didn’t see anyone. Fuck it, you thought to yourself as you turned to get back on the ferry, your brain already coming up with a variety of lame excuses you could use to explain to your parents why you weren’t waiting on the dock and why you would not be coming home, once again.

“Y/N!” You turned around slightly annoyed at being spotted before you could make your escape, but you smiled when you saw Sarah and Wheezie, running over to you with flowers and a “Welcome Home Y/N!” sign in hand. Your heart wrenched with guilt at the sight of your sisters, your eyes welling up the moment they both enveloped you into a hug, almost knocking you down.

“We missed you so much!” Wheezie exclaimed as she took a step back, readjusting her glasses to look up at you, her face lit up with adoration.

“Did you just try to get back on the ferry?” Sarah questioned with a smirk as her initial excitement to see you wore off when she realized what you were trying to do prior to your guys’ reunion. “Gotta be quicker than that, babe.”

You laughed, raising your hands up in defense, “You caught me.” The three of you laughed together as you pulled them both in for another hug. “I missed you both so much! Wheezie, you're almost as tall as me now!”

“Well I am a growing girl. And you would know that if you hadn’t disappeared for the last two years.” She huffed with an eye roll while you put your arm around her shoulder as you three began to make your way to the car. You cringed internally at the jab, but you knew they both had the right to be annoyed with your lack of presence within the family lately.

“I didn’t disappear!”

“No you just moved across the country and never came back, not even to visit once!” Wheezie shot back.

“It’s compl-” You started, your anxiety rising again as you fiddled with your fingers. Sarah looked down, instantly noticing the peeled and raw edges of your cuticles, biting her lip with worry while quickly changing the subject.

“Who cares! You're finally home and ours to torment for the next three months!” Out of all your siblings, you stayed the closest to Sarah. Despite the two year age difference, she was your best friend, unofficial twin ,and the keeper of all your secrets. Well, you thought, most of your secrets.

“While there’s nothing I would love more than to be tormented by you both”, you laughed “I am exhausted from the trip and just wanna lay in my bed right now, lucky for you guys I’ll be here for three months so there will be endless opportunities for you guys to torture me throughout the summer!”

“I’ll let you rest for a bit but there’s a party at the boneyard tonight you HAVE to come! I’ll drag you by your nose piercing if I have to, you’re back home and we need to celebrate properly. With lots of liquor.” Sarah giggled before giving you the look, a simple pout she used to get her away. And it got you. Every single time. “Besides, the pogues are excited to see you! Especially JJ.”

“Oh god,” you rolled your eyes while Wheezie wrinkled her nose in disgust at the way Sarah sang JJ’s name.

“Come on,” Sarah whined, “I’m finally old enough to party with you, and what better way to celebrate Kildare’s favorite kook princess return home with a bonfire on the beach?”

“Fine I’ll go! But I am so not Kildare’s favorite kook princess, that would be you”you snorted, as you all got into the car.

“Haven’t you heard? I’ve crossed over to the dark side.” Sarah said, “I’m a pogue now.”

Sarah was always the more free spirit of your siblings, that being one of the reasons that drew you to her when you first met. The Cameron’s were Figure 8 royalty, and with that last name came wealth, and the expectations to be better than everyone else. Especially the pogues. She was the most down to earth girl on your side of the island, a rarity in kook central, where everyone’s favorite pastime was shitting on the less fortunate that resided on the other side of the island. You were born a pogue, a fact about yourself you seem to forget often, having become accustomed to the lavish lifestyle, but you weren’t an elitist snob like the rest of Figure 8.

“Yeah, she’s been hanging out with John B a lot,” Wheezie added from the backseat while Sarah glared at her through the rearview mirror. Wheezie stuck her tongue out in retaliation.

“John B, huh? What happened with Topper?” You teased as the blonde rolled her eyes, causing you to laugh.

“I got bored,” Sarah said as Wheezie spoke simultaneously “She got bored.”

You laughed again because that sounded exactly like her. When she first told you about Topper, you knew it would end this way, Sarah wasn’t the kind of girl that aspired to have the perfect Kook husband, family, and home. No, that was more your dream than hers. You always knew it was a matter of time before her attention would turn to the cut looking for fun. It gave her the freedom Los Angeles gave you.

“Whatever, let’s get you home so you can rest so we can go out and have some fun tonight!”

The reality of your situation began to settle within you, as you looked out the window at the streets of what you once considered home. You wanted to cry but held back tears, not wanting your sisters to know that you really didn’t want to be home. They were so happy to see you, and you missed them so much, it was hard for you to think about how you left them behind and how much they’d grown since you left. You felt like you missed out on so much, but you knew deep down it was your fault. You chose to be gone. Wheezie was right, you all but disappeared.

Sniffling discreetly, you turned your attention back to Sarah, “Who’s all home?”

“Dads out of town, some meeting with investors I guess I don’t know,” Sarah said, “Rose is with the committee finalizing the finishing touches for Midsummers.”

“Oh God, I forgot all about Midsummers,” you groaned at the thought of being surrounded by every single family that resided on Figure 8 and all the pretentious ass kids you went to school with. It was the event of the summer, every summer, and as Ward Cameron’s daughter, your attendance was mandatory. It was the perfect place for him to show off his perfect family to the community and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the idea of pretending to be the perfect nuclear family, when you were very much the opposite.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to center yourself, “What about Rafe?”

“He’s at the club, golfing with Kelce and Top” Sarah said as she rolled her eyes at the mention of Rafe. They were never close, your stepfather’s love for Sarah shined brighter than his love for Rafe. His favoritism was no secret, no matter how much Sarah wanted to deny it, you could see it, everyone could see it. It bothered you, and you knew Rafe resented her for it, which made your heart involuntarily ache every time you thought about it.

“He’s been a real dick lately, ya know, like I don’t know what his problem is.”

“Yeah he’s been acting really weird since he found out you were coming home” Wheezie said, as your heart began to pound erratically at the thought of seeing him again. You couldn’t avoid him forever, especially not when your bedroom was directly across the hall from his. You’ll be okay, you think to yourself, in an attempt to calm yourself down. Just avoid him at all costs, and you’ll be fine, you thought. Easier said than done, but it doesn't hurt to attempt anyway.

“Maybe now that you’re home you can pull the stick out of his ass. He was always nicer when you’re around. You’re like the only one he listens to anyways.” Sarah huffed as she finally pulled up to the long driveway of Tannyhill. She was right, unfortunately as you were always the one to keep Rafe in check, the only one who could pull him out of his episodes when his intrusive thoughts took over and he began to act maniacally. It was you who came to his rescue after every fight he no doubt purposely started, and it was you who cleaned and bandaged his wounds. While you and Sarah were close, you and Rafe were inseparable, or well, used to be before you basically ran away. Your hands start to shake as you gripped your phone tighter, attempting to ground yourself. It’d been too long since your last bump, and that insatiable craving for more coupled with your anxiety had you on edge. You had to get to your room as soon as possible.

“Ugh anyways, enough about Rafe,” Sarah said in disgust as she put the car in park and turned to you, her blue eyes wide and excitement coursing through her veins.

“Welcome home!” Wheezie squealed, poking her head in from the backseat as the car came to a halt. You looked up at Tannyhill, the sprawling mansion intimidating you as your childhood memories all came rushing back, overwhelming you, causing a swirl of butterflies in your lower stomach, that you did your best to ignore. You weakly faked a smile, not wanting them to know that you’d rather be anywhere else in the world than back here. Welcome home, you thought bitterly to yourself with a grimace. Welcome fucking home.

Eleven years ago.

You were nervous, excited, but nervous to finally have a real home and family. Life on the Cut with your mom wasn't bad. You were a lot more fortunate than others living comfortably, but you ached for a real family with siblings and a dad that was actually present. Not long after you turned nine, you were gifted that, when Rose began dating Ward, and not long after that, he proposed to her, moving you both in with him and his three kids at Tannyhill. You liked Sarah the most, even though she was younger than you, Wheezie barely being three at the time, Rafe was a year older than you but had already held such a disdain for pogues which he made perfectly clear every time you two were in the same room with each other.

“Just because your mom is marrying my dad doesn’t make you a kook, you know,” the then ten year old said angrily, looking down upon you with a look of disgust on his face. “Once a pogue, always a pogue.”

You did your best to not let his mean words make you cry, up until then you played the sweet and dutiful daughter and were nothing but nice to Rafe even when he was being downright nasty for no good reason. But if this was your future for the next nine years, you didn’t know if you could handle it.

Finally fed up with his attitude towards you, you looked up, staring into his baby blue eyes, doing your best to look intimidating, “You’re kind of an asshole.”

His eyes widened in surprise, and a slight smirk appeared on his face as he looked you up and down, but he didn’t have the chance to respond.

“Y/N!” You turned around to see your mom stomping towards you, her face lit up with embarrassment, “We do NOT call people assholes. Apologize to Rafe.” Rose chastised.

You scoffed, “He started it!”

“I don’t care who started it, I’m ending it. Apologize, now.” Your mother looked at you expectantly, waiting for you while Rafe stood there looking amused. You wanted to slap that stupid smirk off his face but did your best to restrain yourself.

Sighing dramatically, “I’m sorry that I called you an asshole when you were being an asshole.”

“Y/N!”

Rafe laughed, probably the first genuine one you heard since you met the boy, and as much as you hated to admit it, you liked it. You wish he did it often, you thought. For the first time, his eyes didn’t hold any malice in them when he looked down at you, and your anger disappeared as you looked back up at him.

“I’m sorry.”

“What’s going on?” Ward questioned as he entered the room, sensing the tension between his son and future daughter. His steely gaze met with Rafe’s, causing the boy to look down nervously.

“Oh you know, just kids being kids,” your mother reached up to fix the collar of Ward’s shirt, one hand lingering on his chest. “It’s been dealt with.”

“Good.” He looked down at Rafe, with a look on his face you were all too familiar with. You’d seen it on your own dad when he was still around. It was the kind of look that made you want to shrink into nothing because it made you feel like nothing. It was a look that said we’ll discuss this later, behind closed doors. “Rose and Y/N are family now, and I expect them to be treated as such. She’s your sister now Rafe, act like it.”

Rafe scowled at the floor as he mumbled under his breath, “Yes, sir.”

As soon as you made your way into the mansion, you feigned tiredness immediately sprinting up the spiral staircase to your room. You stopped once you made it to the second floor, hesitating to go into your room at first, as your body unconsciously drew yourself outside of Rafe’s bedroom. His door was closed which was no surprise to you, you knew he wasn’t home but you couldn’t stop yourself as you turned the knob and pushed the door open. His room looked the same, nothing had changed since the last time you’d been in there, like two years hadn’t just passed. You couldn’t help yourself as you wandered in and closed the door quickly behind you, your back pressing against the door as you scanned his room with your eyes, unsure of what you were really even looking for. You didn’t know why you were there. Your body moved on autopilot as you moved around the room, refamilizing yourself with the place you spent countless days and nights in. Your fingers lightly brushed along the comforter of his bed, the same way one he had when you were home, knowing that this was the closest thing you’d allow yourself to Rafe. Once upon a time, you were the only one Rafe allowed in his room and now you stood in it once more, feeling like a stranger in the very place that was once your safe haven from the stressors of being a Cameron.

It became too much for you, and you turned to leave abruptly, but not before catching a glimpse of a photo frame on his desk that wasn’t there when you left two years ago. At closer inspection, you gasped when you realized it was you in the picture, well you and Rafe. It was taken at Midsummer’s when you were fifteen and he was sixteen. It was the first time you had a date to the event, instead of just attending with your family. You’d been asked by Alex Fairworth, a senior at Kildare Academy, who also incidentally you had a slight crush on at the time. You were so happy and excited to be able to go with someone as cool as Alex, but ultimately ended up being stood up that night. You spent weeks searching for the perfect dress and shoes just wanting Alex to notice you. You were embarrassed, dreading the idea of walking in alone when you realized he wasn’t going to show up. You weren’t surprised either when you ran into him at the club, a week after Midsummer’s, and had seen his face black and blue. You knew who did it as you smirked at him, silently taunting him for standing you up.

Rafe came to your rescue that night ditching his own date to ensure you didn’t walk in alone. You were grateful but the humiliation still lingered on your face when you walked in with your step brother instead of Alex, as you could already hear the whispers from others about your date or lack thereof. Rafe did your best to distract you that night, never leaving your side, glaring at anyone who dared to side eye you. He stole you both a bottle of champagne and kept you both drunk, laughing throughout the night together as you forgot all about Alex just enjoying the night with him causing chaos at the club.

Your mother had finally tracked you both down, as you had spent the night doing your very best to avoid her and dodge her questions about Alex. You were both scolded for being drunk at Midsummer's but were forced to go take photos of the family together. You remember the look Ward gave Rafe when he realized you were both drunk, as you both attempted to hold it together for photos. This photo was just of you and him, him looking down at you with a smile and while you smiled for the camera. He looked so handsome that night in his powder blue tux, your heart twisting with grief at the framed photo as you remembered the night everything changed.

You took one last look around his room before walking out and closing the door dashing across the hall into your room before you could be spotted leaving Rafe’s. You walked into your room, throwing yourself on the freshly made bed, probably done in preparation for your arrival. You felt all the tears you spent all day holding back finally bubbling back up as you cried quietly into your pillow, your entire body shaking as you sobbed. How were you supposed to handle an entire summer home you thought to yourself, mentally beating yourself up at being this shaken up over just being in his room. You don’t know why you even went in there in the first place, it was the exact opposite of your whole “avoid Rafe at all costs” plan.

“Get a fucking grip, Y/N.” You muttered to yourself as you made your way into your bathroom. You looked in the mirror at yourself, your face was sunken and your Y/E/C eyes were bloodshot. You looked like a shell of your old self, the carefree sparkle in your eyes that once shined so brightly was dead, and you suppose you were just an empty shell of the girl you used to be. You had changed so much, you almost didn’t recognize yourself. You didn’t see it in LA, but you suppose coming home opened your eyes to how you really looked now.

You needed a fix and you needed it now. Something to perk you up even if only temporarily before you started to feel like the dead girl staring back at you in the mirror. You left the bathroom to lock your door, and made a beeline to your purse for a certain small baggie in your wallet. You sighed with relief when you found it but started to panic when you realized how much you had left. You could always hit up Barry, but you didn’t want word getting back to Rafe about your newfound hobby that you picked up in California. Whatever you thought, you could always just give him more money for his silence and you knew Barry’s sleazy ass well enough to know that it would work. You quickly spilled the contents of the bag onto your phone and got to work breaking up the powder into four small white lines. You quickly snorted all of them up, rubbing your nose for any leftover residue.

You felt your heart begin to beat fast as the numbness took over your face, and you exhaled in relief as that familiar buzz invaded your body, relaxing you. You grabbed the bottle of anxiety medication out of your purse, quickly downing two pills as you laid back in bed, feeling your body tingle softly as the drugs took effect while your mind drifted away. Not long after that you finally fell into a deep slumber dreaming in a kaleidoscope of blues, the very same shade belonging to a certain pair of eyes you had spent the last two years forcing yourself to forget.

You awoke a few hours later to a loud banging on your bedroom door as Sarah yelled at you from the other side. “Don’t think you're getting out of going out with me Y/N, get up!”

You groggily opened your eyes and shuffled out of your bed to unlock your bedroom door, the light from the hallway blinding you as you opened the door to see Sarah looking at you with her eyebrows raised and a mischievous smile on her face. She was already ready, having wisely spent the last few hours preparing for the night while you were in a self-induced coma. You rolled your eyes as she barged into your room leading you to your vanity table and forcing you in the seat.

“No offense, but you look like shit,” Sarah started as she stood behind you looking at your reflection in the mirror as you sheepishly avoided making eye contact with her, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you lied, finally meeting her eyes, plastering a smile on your face. “Just tired from everything right now. Between school and work and coming home, it’s a lot you know.” She looked at you for a minute trying to decide whether or not she thought you were lying. She nodded, her face softening as she started to brush your hair. You both sat there in silence as she styled your hair, you relaxing into her touch. You hated lying to her and hated even more that she could always tell when you were, but Sarah respected your boundaries and knew you would come to her when you were ready. You hummed in appreciation as her fingers ran through your hair pulling half of it up and pinning it with a clip.

Sarah placed her arms around your shoulders holding you from behind as you both stared at each other in the mirror, “I really did miss you. I know you said it was complicated and I respect that, but please don’t leave. At least not like that again. I get why you want out and away, you know, more than anyone else in this house at least,” she trailed off for a second, her blue eyes looking glassy, “Just don’t disappear again, please.”

You reached up to place your hand on her arm, and smiled softly, “I won’t, I promise.”

“Good.” she sniffled as she wiped her tears away, she looked at you and smiled seemingly satisfied with your answer. “Now let’s get you ready! JJ’s been asking about you ever since I told him you were coming home.” Sarah smiled smugly, evidently proud of herself.

“Sarah!”

“What? He totally thinks you're hot and I know you think he is too!” She giggled as you began to blush. JJ was cute, very cute in fact and could provide you with the distraction you do desperately needed in order to survive the summer.

You smiled slyly at her, “He is really cute.”

“I knew it!” Sarah squealed as you began to apply your makeup in a pathetic attempt to make yourself look less dead. Thankfully, a little concealer, blush, and a pair of false eyelashes go a long way. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, almost recognizing the girl looking back at you, the girl who Sarah knew, the girl in Rafe’s photo. You shook yourself out of your thoughts, you weren’t her anymore, and you hadn’t been in a long time, even before you left the Outer Banks.

The Boneyard hadn’t changed, and you don’t know why you would have thought it would be any different than when you were the one in high school drinking Mai Tai’s mingling among the crowd of Kooks, Pogues and Tourons that regularly gathered at the beach. To your left stood the Kook’s keeping to their own as usual, you thought as you rolled your eyes, you had never understood the whole Kooks vs Pogues thing on the Island, you thought it was stupid. You made your way down the beach to where a few of the Pogues had gathered around the bonfire, blunts passing as cans clinked and laughter soared through the night’s breeze. Your heart warmed at the sight of your friends, you were always closer to the Pogues even if you were the Kook princess. You were beloved by all, Kook or Pogue it didn’t matter, you radiated light and everyone around you could see that, even when you couldn’t.

Your name was shouted as Kie spotted you first, gaining the attention of JJ, John B, and Pope. They all stood up rushing over to you, Kie pulling you in for a hug with JJ and Pope throwing their arms around the two of you. John B was off to the side hugging Sarah and you smiled at the way he looked at her, you missed that as the dull void in your chest started to ache.

“Welcome back to the OBX princess!” JJ teased, using his favorite nickname for you, “Been wonderin’ when you were gonna bless us all with your presence again.” his gorgeous blue eyes raked your form up and down, while you liked the attention the shaggy blonde boy gave you, his eyes just weren’t the right shade of blue for you.

You laughed, twirling your hair, giggling as you flirted back, “ Awww did you miss me Maybank?”

“Island ain’t the same without you, baby”, He drawled winking as he grinned down at you.

“Well I’m here now,” you said as you stole the cup of alcohol out of his hands, tossing it back savoring the burn of JJ’s favorite concoction, a secret mixture of liquors he deemed “happy juice”. You felt some of the liquid slide down the side of your mouth and dribble down your throat as JJ hungrily eyed your throat, wondering what you tasted like and if you were as sweet as he thought.

“That’s my girl!” He hollered, “We got a lot of lost time to drink for, two years to be specific, let’s get you another drink princess.” You allowed JJ to grab your hand and pull you through the crowd, to the old beer pong table they called the drink station. You knew it probably wasn’t a good idea to drink and let your guard down but you needed it and it had been so long since you had fun with your friends. It could’ve been the coke you snorted before you left when Sarah wasn’t looking talking, but you wanted to get into a little trouble tonight and JJ was the perfect person to get into trouble with.

You were nervous knowing that he could show up at any moment, but you hadn’t seen him earlier when you arrived, your eyes nervously scanning the beach looking for the 6’2’ boy. You felt yourself relax into JJ’s touch as he put his arm around you pulling you into him. Handing you your cup, he walked you back to the pogues as they stood off to the side waiting for you two.

“So Y/N, kudos to getting off the Island, a rare feat for us small folks.” Pope said with a smile. Where JJ was fun to flirt with, Pope was your favorite to talk to, he was smart and amazingly self aware but was also just a really sweet guy in general.

“Yeah, how’s California?” Kie asked as everyone turned to you.

“I heard the waves out there are fuckin awesome.” JJ exclaimed.

“Honestly California’s great, I love LA. And yes the waves are fuckin awesome.” You laughed answering JJ’s question, while he beamed drunkenly at you “I haven’t really had much time to surf lately but there really is nothing like it out there.”

“Is that why you haven’t come back? Forgot all about us pogues?” teased John B, as Sarah looked worriedly at you. You shook your head laughing, silently conveying to her that you were fine, as she relaxed back into John B’s arms. For the first time in a long time you even believed it yourself, you were drunk already, JJ’s happy juice taking effect quickly as you giggled under the stars carelessly with your friends.

“I could never forget about you guys! Once a pogue, always a pogue, there isn’t a place in the world that could change that,” you assured them as they all raised their cup in agreement.

“Hear-hear.” Kie said before sipping her drink causing you to giggle some more. Damn. You were a lot more drunk than you thought.

“I have a gift for you,” JJ said as he reached into his pocket, your interest peaked as your big eyes stared at him expectantly. You weren’t sure what to expect but laughed loudly when he placed a blunt in your hand. “Nothing but the best for our Kook princess.”

You rolled your eyes as you placed the blunt between your lips waiting for JJ to light the blunt for you. It took him a second, as he was distracted by your natural pout and the way your eyes seductively looked up at him. He thought about taking the blunt out of your mouth to kiss you but decided against it. You sat back while taking a hit from the blunt, letting the THC take over your body and mingle with the other substances already flowing through your bloodstream.

For the first time since you had arrived back on the Island, you felt at peace, like nothing had ever changed. You were happy to be home, surrounded by your friends, reunited with your sisters again. You were glad Sarah forced you out, enjoying the moment, soaking it up, blissfully unaware of the fact that it was about to come crumbling down.

You looked around you, taking in the sight of your friends together, the ocean roaring next to you and the carefree sounds of the island’s youth partying together. You smile to yourself, having forgotten about your fears and anxiety, almost forgetting about him entirely and why you had run away in the first place. You looked up across the bonfire entirely by chance, locking eyes with the boy that occupied your mind when you were awake and haunted you when you slept.

Fuck. Rafe.

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rpstartersinc · 8 months

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* 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌 ( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐕 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. )

feel free to change pronouns / wording!

" it started with a simple choice, escape or die. "

" he almost killed you last time, didn't he? "

" what about me? you gotta take me with you. "

" i really didn't have a choice. "

" you haven't escaped anything unless you go on to something. "

" the first thing i noticed was the smell. "

" just like day follows night, every man succumbs to his nature. "

" you're lucky i was here. "

" maybe you're my guardian angel. "

" you can stand to eat a meal if you must, you can stand to make love if you're able, but it's impossible to stand and drink, it's the act of a barbarian, an animal at the watering hole. "

" you talk too much. "

" i walked here barefoot 'cause a guy came in my shoes. "

" people will be fascinated with your story. "

" it takes a prick to know one. "

" this is the place they were thinking about when they invented the word 'the pits'. "

" i like that you haven't asked what this is for. "

" you don't think people can change? "

" you're a good listener, it's dangerous - because it's so hard to resist being listened to. "

" what i want is to be master of my own destiny. "

" i'm sorry to have kept you so late. "

" were you gonna say goodbye? "

" there's no redemption for the likes of you. "

" he was looking pretty dead to me. "

" nothing you do will change the fact that they are gone. "

" i knew once you got my message, you'd come running. "

" i wonder what you're so guilty about that playing the hero was this important. "

" i can't go to the authorities, it's not an option for me. "

" i am a man of peace, so please do not be hurting me. "

" they almost killed me. "

" maybe i wanna feel good. "

" we're being betrayed. "

" i don't know why people can't be nicer. "

" it's always love that sends us down the rabbit hole. "

" what happened to your face? "

" i do not have friends, times like this are exactly why. "

" i think you should stop interfering with my business. "

" we have no relationship, i owe you nothing. "

" only a fool plays a game without knowing the rules first, or the other players. "

" you shouldn't be calling me. "

" ambitious men are never content. "

" it's not your fault you're weak. "

" you really need me to keep quiet, eh? "

" everything has its use by date, and everyone. "

" you can be such a child sometimes. "

" you can't spend the rest of your life refusing to care for anyone in case they leave. "

" my life isn't any man's to give or take. "

" we can compel men not to be bad but we cannot compel them to do good. "

" you have a fairly scary reputation. "

" this place means a great deal to me. "

" i can't treat it if i can't see it. "

" i didn't want to wake you. "

" will you come with me to my place? i don't wanna be there on my own. "

" there is no shame in being afraid. "

" you're a long way from home to be making threats. "

" for a man who doesn't want trouble you keep interesting company. "

" i am a businesswoman, this is the price. "

" what, so that's it? try to kill a guy and then eat ice cream? "

" what you want matters little. "

" he saw me alone and he tried to take his chance. "

" you're a hard man to find. "

" do my eyes deceive? is this a ghost? "

" what is this, are you jealous? "

" i liked it when you defended me tonight. "

" i'm beginning to think it's because you're scared. "

" you haven't said a word since we left. "

" please do not ruin my happy thoughts, your face is very... children will cry if they look at this face. "

" you don't have to suffer anything if you're strong enough to deny it. "

" i missed you. "

" it's such an arrogance to love someone and to expect it in return. "

" i never wanna be dependent on anyone else again. "

" perhaps a simple, earthy, no-strings fuck would do you a world of good. "

" just 'cause i left, it doesn't mean i don't still love you. "

" sounds like a date. "

" i'd prefer to get there alive. "

" have they hurt you? "

" where would the fun be if we all did as we are told? "

" i'm leaving you alone like this. "

" you're my friend, even if you don't want any. "

" don't forget who works for who. "

" you don't need to justify yourself to me. "

" you can hate me and still not let the tea go to waste. "

" i'm the one who will get the job of killing you. "

" loyalty comes out of love, or fear, or debt. "

" i never said i was a good person. "

" you can't blame yourself for that. "

" i am too happy you are alive. "

" you are a good man and you think too much. "

" the only thing stronger than love is the hate left behind when it's gone. "

" if you want me to beg, you will wait a long time. "

" the world has no place for me. "

" i don't think you've ever loved anyone in your life. "

" a warrior has to follow orders, even when they don't like them. "

" just 'cause i don't want you here doesn't mean i've forgotten my manners. "

" have dinner with me, just like two normal people. "

" i keep them to remember what a terrible human being i am. "

" you can love someone and do terrible things to them, all at the same time. "

" it's good to be nervous, it means it matters. "

" i think you shot me, you bastard. "

" you're fucking dying, and i'm the only thing that's gonna stop it, okay? "

" i made sure i wasn't followed. "

" i never stabbed anyone in my life, i'm not gonna start now. "

" good way to get yourself killed. "

" is this your blood? "

" how does it feel? knowing you're gonna fucking die and there's nothing you can do about it. "

" i never wanna see you again. "

" if you lie, then a crow will bite you. "

" you are the cause of my problems. "

" we need to keep you out of sight. "

" i almost had it, and then you made me forget. "

" i hate doing nothing. "

" the whole point of you staying is so that you can stay out of harm's way. "

" you're gonna bleed out, you need to stay still. "

" i have never seen so much money before in my whole life, forget all in one bag. "

" stop! they're gonna hear you! "

" you've lost the right to ever say my fucking name. "

" i've had enough of this shit, do you hear me?! "

" short version: it all went to shit. "

" a coward isn't capable of exhibiting love. "

" you'll never need to catch me as much as i need to be free. "

" every time we cage a man, we close him in with hate. "

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Heres the second one

Second one is a Dragon Age: Inquisition with a Yandere Verric Tethras Concept, he's the dwarven character companion

I love him cuz of his chest hair

Okay! I watched a retrospective on the series and watched character lore/analysis for Varric before writing this. Despite that things may be off, so please bear with me. Sorry it took so long :( The wiki doesn't give me his personality so I had to do some guessing. I'll take feedback as this is my first Dragon Age fic.

Yandere! Varric Tethras Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Blackmail/Deception, Some trauma, Subtle corruption via Red Lyrium, Overprotective behavior, Some Possessive behavior, Controlling behavior, Stalking, Mentioned possible kidnapping/isolation, Forced/Dubious companionship/relationship.

Varric, a dwarf and head of his family ever since his brother lost his mind... soon even becoming ruler of Kirkwall in Inquisition.

His family is primarily known for being merchants.

But they also seem (IMO) to have a mafia-like characteristic to them, as Varric always seems to have information you need and often helps his party out with obstacles.

Varric's primary weapon is a specialized crossbow named 'Bianca' and he is primarily good-hearted in nature.

Varric is also known to be a storyteller, specifically for tragedies.

He is a good friend of Hawke, which could be a way you meet him.

Or perhaps you met the dwarf in a tavern.

Either way, Varric likes to make friends with his companions.

He appreciates kind and thoughtful acts and, despite his background, is a good person.

Varric is a rogue and monitors a "spy network" in his family, which is no doubt how he gets his information.

In terms of making him yandere... here's my theory.

Perhaps we can involve Red Lyrium in some way... as Varric has some experience with it.

It wouldn't be enough to fully corrupt him... but maybe that could drive him to do more obsessive acts?

For this concept I'll say you're a companion of Hawke, someone Varric has to work with often.

As a result he naturally tries to get to know you and be your friend.

Despite the dwarf's friendly nature... he is skilled with diplomacy, lying, and blackmail.

So I feel Varric is capable of being manipulative to get what he wants.

His friendly nature may make you trust him, but you can hear distrust from other companions.

Despite this he is very loyal.

In terms of what intention he'd be more likely to have as a yandere, I'd say he may be more likely to be a platonic yandere.

I'm not saying he can't be a romantic yandere, I just believe it would take longer due to his past.

Varric is a good friend, he could also be a good partner, but I think his yandere tendencies would be from Red Lyrium exposure.

Sure, he's already capable of manipulative actions, but he wouldn't use them to get you unless he was driven by something darker.

Red Lyrium would be a perfect cause for his obsessive behavior since his story involves it.

Varric starts off very friendly and compassionate towards you.

As you travel with Varric and/or Hawke, he's always spinning some tale for you to listen to.

He is charming to listen to and is playful with the way he speaks to you.

Even before Red Lyrium alters his way of thinking he is protective and caring towards you.

You're a close friend, one he begins to trust as you two bond.

Despite his mischievous side... he isn't that bad to be around.

Although when he's around Red Lyrium more often, like in Dragon Age Inquisition, his behavior gets more corrupted.

It's not enough to completely take over... but enough to alter his feelings towards you.

This corruption may either make him a paranoid and overprotective friend who won't leave you alone...

Or make him interpret blooming romantic feelings as feelings of possession.

He isn't fully in control of such behavior, but there's times he's lucid.

I feel like Red Lyrium affecting him would make him feel guilty.

After all... he thinks of his brother.

He doesn't want to harm you, but here he is...

He's manipulating you, stalking you, blackmailing you and lying to you to get you to stay.

There's times he apologizes... although there's other times he just won't let you go, gripping your hand tightly.

Varric hates being a thug, not really wanting to use violence to make others comply.

However, as Red Lyrium makes him Overprotective/Possessive of you... he does think of just using his crossbow to remove perceived threats.

His obsession/corruption makes him paranoid.

He feels he can lose you if he isn't careful.

So in his mind he should stick by you, keep you safe... keep you his.

Even in this mindset he somewhat trusts Hawke with you... but dislikes The Inquisitor around you.

He's shown to be more jealous at times in this state to.

You want to get Varric help, or even distance yourself from him.

Yet Varric never seems to have you out of his sight.

He always seems to know everything about you.

After all... you're companions... there's no need to fear him.

Varric gets increasingly more affectionate towards you.

Hand holding, hugs... kisses if his intentions turn romantic due to his corruption.

How obsessive he is begins to scare you.

Far are you know there's no cure for the mild corruption Varric is experiencing.

So his mindset towards you may get worse and worse...

Who knows how long it will be before Varric feels the only way to keep you safe is in a cell...

A feat easier than you think once he's ruler of Kirkwall.

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taylor-swift-bracket · 16 days

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🎇Please reblog!🎇

Comment your favorite bridges from Speak Now and Red!

Notable Bridges (Under the Cut)

Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)

Enchanted

This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the storyline ends

My thoughts will echo your name

Until I see you again

These are the words I held back

As I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

Please, don't be in love with someone else

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you

Please, don't be in love with someone else (Ooh)

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you (Ooh, oh)

Dear John

You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry

Never impressed by me acing your tests

All the girls that you've run dry have tired lifeless eyes

'Cause you burned them out

But I took your matches before fire could catch me

So don't look now

I'm shining like fireworks over your sad empty town

Oh, oh

Back to December

I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile

So good to me, so right

And how you held me in your arms that September night

The first time you ever saw me cry

Maybe this is wishful thinkin'

Probably mindless dreaming

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

So, if the chain is on your door, I understand

Long Live

Hold on to spinning around

Confetti falls to the ground

May these memories break our fall

Will you take a moment? Promise me this

That you'll stand by me forever

But if, God forbid, fate should step in

And force us into a goodbye

If you have children some day

When they point to the pictures

Please, tell 'em my name

Tell 'em how the crowds went wild

Tell 'em how I hope they shine

Long live the walls we crashed through

I had the time of my life with you

Mine

And I remember that fight, 2:30AM

As everything was slipping right out of our hands

I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street

Braced myself for the goodbye

'Cause that's all I've ever known

Then you took me by surprise

You said, "I'll never leave you alone"

Red (Taylor’s Version)

All Too Well

Well, maybe we got lost in translation

Maybe I asked for too much

But maybe this thing was a masterpiece

'Til you tore it all up

Running scared, I was there

I remember it all too well

And you call me up again

Just to break me like a promise

So casually cruel in the name of being honest

I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here

'Cause I remember it all, all, all

Too well

Treacherous

Two headlights shine through the sleepless night

And I will get you, get you alone

Your name has echoed through my mind

And I just think you should, think you should know

That nothing safe is worth the drive

And I would follow you, follow you home

I'll follow you, follow you home

State of Grace

This is a state of grace

This is the worthwhile fight

Love is a ruthless game

Unless you play it good and right

These are the hands of fate

You’re my Achilles heel

This is the golden age

Of something good and right and real

Begin Again

And we walked down the block to my car

And I almost brought him up

But you start to talk about the movies

That your family watches every single Christmas

And I wanna talk about that

And for the first time, what's past is past

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

I used to think that we were forever, ever

And I used to say, "Never say never"

Ugh, so he calls me up and he's like, "I still love you"

And I'm like, "I just, I mean, this is exhausting, you know?

Like, we are never getting back together, like, ever"

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humbletumblecrudi · 1 year

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Hello 🌻

I just wanted to say, I just found your blog and it's such a hidden gem!!

I love how you depict some of my favorite characters like Jade and Rook.

And I think your requests are open so I wanted to try and make one, if it's ok.

Could you do a continuation of the one where reader had accidentally led on Jade, but with a happier ending?

It's just that it totally broke my heart, and also I think it would interesting to read Jade's reaction onwards.

Like, maybe the perfect's crush didn't work out or something similar, would Jade make a move having realized his feelings?

Or maybe reader's crush wasn't deep feelings and in retrospective they realize Jade was special to them so they make the first move?

Azul's line got me thinking a lot as you can see xD

Sorry I think I'm rambling x0

But then again, don't feel pressured to write it, I'm very happy I got to talk a bit about it

Thanks again for sharing your work, its amazing, take care (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

-🌻

Writer's Note(s): Oh I love Jade so much and that request hurt my soul having him lead on! (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠) He was so in love and it hurt to leave it on a cliffhanger, I'm so glad you asked for a Part 2! I'd love to do it!

What Azul said near the end was supposed to be a slap to Jade's efforts, because of the 50/50 chance he had, he lost it. It hurt me to write! I also wanted to smite whoever it was Reader actually likes, because salt. 🧂😭 Azul was trying to be a good friend, he really thought it was Jade too... (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

Part 1 is here!

Info on Reader: Reader is a Male Reader, and uses he/him. The Reader has no descriptions given, but Reader is mentioned to have hair in a brief description. The Reader is not intended to be MC, but it's loose enough he can be. Readers not manipulated by Azul, Jade, or Floyd at all during this work, everything is done naturally.

Ship(s): Jade × Male!Reader who really loved him

Fujoshis and Fem Aligned Readers DNI || Enjoy your Part 2!

ＪａｄｅＬｅｅｃｈ || ジェイド・リーチ

To say his heart was soured for a while would be an understatement, especially when he was with someone he would naturally need for company. Floyd and Azul had been his choices, naturally, but also honest types like Trey and Jamil get a peak at him.

Azul had been honestly shocked that day you said a name that wasn't Jade, because it honestly felt like a bad rom-com deep in his head. A pining flirt like Jade can't be easily ignored unless you're actively avoiding seeing everything he does, so that had been one huge slap to the face... and not to Azul.

Of course, he'll try and fulfill your wishes and attempt to get your crush to notice your efforts. They can't use magic that might be manipulative after all, so Azul does anything he can for you. Gets their full schedule on note, gets their favorite items written down, and algorithms their favorite topics to talk about. But it's your hard work that needs to use it properly, so he leaves that to you.

Floyd is also not pleased by any of this. He may be Jade's sibling, but as a co-worker and seeing Jade give you extra pops on your coupon because he's smitten with you makes his face turn downwards. At first, he didn't seem to register that you said a different name, because he zoned out. He thought this was where Jade and him would have to be sent out of the room as a "show of faith", because you'd fluster and not be able to say Jade's name right in front of him...

But that sounded a lot like someone else. And Jade looked, honestly, more hurt then he'd ever seen his brother hurt before. Of course, the look on Jade didn't last long and Jade became more cordial and flat afterwards, but Floyd looked cross. What? What was this? This just felt icky but he's not good with words, so he just pouts until their alone to ask what's up here.

Later on, Floyd would look at you and ask Jade, "This guy! Look at him, all obtuse!" Jade doesn't stop him, because Floyd is entitled to feel as he pleases. And he's mostly out of it.

But Jade left almost immediately after you did, and only said, "It seems very late. I should go." Before he basically booked it out of there. Floyd wasn't happy about assisting with counting money, but he wasn't going to complain about Jade leaving at all. He can completely understand.

By the time Floyd got back to their shared room, Jade was already asleep. Youch.

Jade, during all of this, will be honest with himself and say that it had hurt to hear anything that wasn't him said in your voice. The sinking in his stomach was like when Jamil threw him from great heights into the desert in Scarabia, and the cold feelings he felt afterwards felt very bitter and chilly to him.

He never thought he'd say this, but his heart hurt for you and he almost felt vicious about it. Why? What was this? What's so special about this rejection? He's been rejected before...

And why does sitting next to you in class, because he had pulled strings a month ago to be near you in your shared class, make his heart flutter again? Your reading Azul's notes and messing with your hair as you stress about if this person will like you back, and this and that and this and that... !

He honestly wanted to ignore this, ignore you... but as you lean into him and ask him what this sentence means (as Azul is a bit too eloquent sometimes), he can only help you. He can't really say no to you yet, and this was his job technically...

As he reads it and tries to process what it could mean, he pushes his hair on his right side back as it scratches his ear. As he does so, he doesn't catch you staring a bit too long at his profile.

He tries to leave class last, but you seem to linger as well alongside him. He really hoped you would leave while entranced by your notes, but you stayed next to Jade as he packs up slower than usual. It can't be helped, he thinks, you're still technically friends.

And definitely, he realizes very quickly how much time you both spent together on a daily basis as the next few days pass. The odd lunch with him and Floyd happens, you always share your breaks together after shared classes, and you usually join him at the café once all your duties are done elsewhere. And that's not counting passing each other in the hall or using a facility like the library at the same time.

If Jade didn't know any better, he'd say he was trying to continue the hurt for himself, because this wasn't helping. And he definitely wasn't getting help from Floyd or Azul to get you to change your schedule somehow... your still special to him.

Maybe you could be friends. It'll take a while, but he'll manage. He's very good at making others perceive himself in a certain manner.

It wasn't long until he noticed that you weren't reading Azul's notes as long as you used to, especially since you often had him translate for you. The papers are not in direct sight for classes, so Jade assumes that you've studied them religiously and properly.

You seemed more downcast than usual, and he hopes that he doesn't hear about you getting together with your crush. That would be too much, especially barely a week past the request from Azul.

He doesn't notice, however, the many things that have turned towards him with you. He had taken to not really looking at you in the eye as much to help his heart stop racing, but it also only helped him not notice that your eyes are far more gentle for you. It seems, something may have changed...

After about two or three more days, Jade's starting to feel more calm about potentially losing you. Of course, after the papers had disappeared he knew he couldn't let this hang him up any longer. It was unhealthy and he knew a week had passed with little change, so he tried to distract himself. Inevitable things are unimportant details, it's going to happen. Seeing you was inevitable. And so he decides to just try his best and try tending the bar again...

... Until he sees you slide up on the bar near after-hours. He hummus as he thinks, it's inevitable. People need food, drinks, and socializing. It's inevitable.

While he begins cleaning the bar and menus, calling for Floyd to send the freshman home before the cleaning starts at closing, he starts to talk to you like it was a week ago. He knows he's been a bit withdrawn, but he won't fault himself. New situation, new faces.

"How are we doing tonight, sir." He greets with his signature hospitable smile, but it's simply a formality for you. "Did you come for drinks, food, or a meeting?"

"Just to wait for your off hours, Jade. I want to tell you something, and hopefully it's not interrupted." You answer, and definitely, it is likely an interruption might happen. This school was full of surprises and chances.

Jade doesn't dare let his mind wander to thinking of anything you might want to talk about. All he knows is your calm, and you're here for him. Nothing else. "Certainly. I'll make an exception to the one drink for loitering rule, just for you."

"Thank you Jade." He always does that for you, breaks an inconvenient rule just for you, but you always thank him anyway.

As soon as the kitchen closes and Jade gets two people to mop the main floor, he finally realizes it's time to talk. Two people as your only potential witnesses is better than nothing. He tosses his towel over the sink and runs hot water to melt the remaining ice, before he's done. And it's time to talk.

"What did you need from me while I was at work? Usually, I hear about most things over text or in class." Jade inquired into what this might be about.

"Well... I would like to talk about what happened in Azul's office." You state, and then add. "Not as his employee! As Jade Leech, you know?"

"... Go on." He really wished he had glasses to polish. Something to dust. Ice to refill.

You continue. "I was going over what I wanted as I read his notes and some of that information... well, it didn't sound like the person I crushed on. Was the person I was thinking of just a public face they had to look more appealing to a certain crowd. Maybe, I don't know..."

Jade wants to laugh, is that not what he also does to a certain degree? Everyone has faces and masks, so what could it be that you found so strange? Of course, Jade didn't really know from his absence gathering information on this particular request, but he's sure Azul has files.

Jade actually feels a bit... calmer? A more natural serene peace, if you want to look deeply. It feels almost like when he hopes Floyd doesn't burn the kitchen and ruin equipment while experimenting in there, and then coming in to see an actual maintained kitchen.

"Well, it's complicated, but something happened and I just couldn't go through with asking them out... I know that my heart's not in the right place and there's just someone I need to be more honest with." You seem sheepish but no less determined as you lean forward on the bar.

"Well, if you've been dishonest the only things you can do are tell the truth and atone. The crime should fit the punishment after all." Jade gives you the push you need to finish what you started, as he will have time to fully answer you if you continue.

And almost as soon as the mops hit the buckets and the two other students left for the back, did you finally confess. "I have been dishonest, Jade Leech. Who I really want to date, would be you, and not anyone else."

He has all the humility of an esteemed host, and the grace of a predator. But it seems even the noble Jade Leech, can turn pink and lose his words.

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macravishedbymactavish · 1 year

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Deep End (COD MW2 x Reader)

Note: I have a character in mind for who this will be written about, but it might (or might not, we will see) be revealed in the end.

Deep End Masterlist

[UNKNOWN] I miss you, I know there was a lot left unsaid between us...and I just want you to know I keep replaying all the things I should have said. I just wish I was a better man when it could've made a difference

Wow. You were not expecting that, at all. At 9am no less.

Taking a sip of your drink, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the text. Contemplating if you should respond or not. Considering it seems rhetorical, like they just needed something off their chest. Deciding against it, you tossed your phone to the side and carrying on about your morning.

It was about an hour, hour and a half later when your phone vibrated on the counter again.

[UNKNOWN] I just saw that this delivered, I guess phone companies do re-use numbers after a certain amount of time. Whoever this is, I'm really sorry. I'll leave you be.

Your heart broke for this person. Clearly they had been using your number as some form of comfort.

Now you have to respond

[YOU] Hi! It's no big deal, please keep doing what you need to do. It seems like this means a lot to yo--

You deleted the message, shifting to rest your chin on your hand. Desperately trying to think of a message to write back. You really didn't want to take this away from whoever was messaging this number.

[YOU] You're welcome here anytime, I can delete messages as they--

No.

[YOU] This seems to mean a lot to you, don't let me-

Nope.

[YOU] 👍❤️

Even worse somehow.

Groaning, you slid your phone away from you on the counter. Why was being polite to a stranger you'll likely never meet so hard? Especially over a text message?!

It's just like buying a sympathy card.....I can't remember the last time I bought a sympathy card for someone.

You tried carrying on about your day, but the message and guilt stuck in your mind. The fact that you would never find the right words to reassure them that you don't mind weighed heavy in your heart.

You'll never find the right words

You stopped dead, the shirt you were folding now held stationary in the air. The gears of your mind working, finding inspiration in the laundry?

Shirt long forgotten, you made your way back to the kitchen to type out your message before you lost the courage and motivation.

[YOU] Hey, I've been thinking of a message to send all morning to say "I really don't mind" because clearly the person owning this number before me meant a lot to you. I haven't been able to find the right wording, but please don't stop just because messages deliver. I won't respond or read them in the future, promise :)

Nodding your head slowly to yourself, you slipped your phone into your pocket. Making your way back up to your clean laundry.

3 Unread Messages

[UNKNOWN] Okay, wow. I really wasn't expecting a response. Let alone one so kind. Thank you, it means a lot :)

[UNKNOWN] You don't have to ignore/leave these unread if you don't want to. It's your phone number, I really can't control you (and wouldn't want to anyway, unless you're into that?)

[UNKNOWN] On second thought....maybe don't read the end of that second message. That was weird.

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @v1naco @bowtruckleninja

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick

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digital-corruption · 2 years

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Unrecognisable Part 14

“What a mess, you made, MC,” Jake commented on the state of our dinner.

The special fried rice was spilt on the floor after he knocked into it trying to get me for his ridiculous trust challenge. He scooped it up off the floor with a metal spoon, then he held up to my face for me to eat it.

“Don’t waste good food, MC. Some of us have had to live on rotten scraps. This is still palpable,” he encouraged with a threatening tone. “Unless you think you’re too good for it.”

Given he had already burnt my arm intentionally, I wasn’t going to risk angering him so I opened my mouth reluctantly and let him spoon feed me. He paused to pick out a hair from the rice and then put it in my mouth.

“Good job,” he grinned. “I know you went through a lot there. Let me take care of you, ok? You were very brave to show me so much trust.”

Jake kissed my the top of my head, then wrapped his arms around me and held me close against him while I was still stunned. How could one minute he be the Jake I knew and then suddenly switch to something so unrecognisable? I went through in my head so many scenarios of how to escape him and get myself to the Embassy. Somehow, I would have to explain this and admit that I was duped by a psychopath. Hell, maybe he was the one who sent the email after all. Maybe everything I've seen was staged to make me believe we were in trouble. Was that possible? He said so himself, he was a con man and I was easy.

Up until now I didn't realise how trapped I was with him. He hadn’t let me leave the room since I screwed up with the phone I stole. Was he keeping me caged? Was I his prisoner? Suddenly I felt like the walls were closing in on me. I just wanted out from him and from that room. I made a mistake ever thinking this monster could ever be the Jake I fell in love with.

My attention suddenly snapped back to the present with the feeling of stinging on my arm. I looked to the side and saw Jake cleaning the wound on my arm gently with an alcohol wipe.

“Sorry, I wasn't intending for it to blister. I can't put any bandages on it right now,” he spoke softly as he examined the damage. Then he leant over and kissed the skin above it.

“Stop,” I mumbled while trying to pull away.

Jake just gripped my arm tighter, “You’re confused right now. Later you will understand that this was all just a test and you passed.”

“Fuck you and your test!” I yelled.

“I understand that you are angry right now and you have the right to be, but I needed to know before I put a phone in your hands whether you would turn on me,” he tried to excuse the shit he pulled.

“You know, before I wouldn't have. Before you fucking frightened me to death!” I cried. “When you get like that, I don't know how far you're going to go! I don't know if you're going to stop! How can I trust you!?”

“Hit me,” he said simply. I slapped him across the face without hesitation. He barely flinched. “Harder.” I slapped him harder. “You’re right, I was wrong for doubting you. Know that I love you and I won't ever cause you the harm that you fear.” Jake bent over, lowering his head to my feet as if to grovel.

“I don’t think I can forgive you. Jake, you’re sick. You need help, more than I can give you,” I responded honestly.

Jake lifted his head and looked directly into my eyes, “I know. Let me get us across the border first, ok? Then if you wish me to see someone, I will. Just, please, all I ask is for you to stay by my side. I can’t do it alone.”

“Ok, but you're going to go set up my new phone. Then you're going to get me the details of my new bank account and put them on there. Then you're going to reset all my passwords to something I can actually remember. The next time I say I want to leave the room, you're going to let me without complaining,” I set down the new rules.

“Of course, I will do as you ask, but it was never my intention to make you feel like a prisoner here,” he frowned.

“I'm not?” I asked quizzically.

He sighed, “If I wanted to keep you captive I would’ve tied you up or...”

“Or?” I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear the next part.

“Or put a shock anklet on you,” he continued honestly.

“You have thought about that, have you?” I questioned.

“I think about many things. That doesn't mean I ever intend to act upon them,” he responded.

“That survey. You really have considered the entire list,” I thought out loud.

“I need you to establish my boundaries, MC, or else I'll keep pushing them,” he sighed.

“Won’t you just push them anyway?” I doubted his self-restraint.

He smirked, “Answering the survey will guide me to the boundaries I can push.”

My heart skipped a beat. Even after everything, I still couldn’t help, but feel turned on by him. Fuck, I was hopeless.

“We should get you to sleep though. It’s late and after that, you will undoubtedly feel exhausted,” he sat back up and reached for the bottle of water to hand to me. “Drink up first.”

“Is it drugged?” I questioned.

Jake sighed, “No. I thought about it. It would help you sleep, but it would only make things worse between us. However, if you want it, I can give it to you.”

“What is it?” I tried to remain calm.

“Just a sleeping pill, nothing more,” he insisted. “It’s the only way I can sleep.”

I took a giant swig from the bottle, “Give it to me.”

“You sure?” he asked with surprise.

“I'll wake up in exactly the same condition I went to sleep?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Yeah, of course, I won’t touch you,” he promised.

“Then give it to me,” I pressured. “No more stupid trust games. While I am under the effects of the pill, I will be completely at your mercy.”

“But now that you’ve said that...” he began, but saw my glare and stopped. “I will wait until you’re awake again to defile you.”

I couldn’t help, but laugh a little, “Is waiting that hard for you?”

“MC, I noticed a long while ago that you’re not even wearing panties,” he teased. I blushed heavily as I had completely forgotten that I was wearing his hoodie and nothing else. Subconsciously I pressed my legs together. “I am not sure you’re in the position to call me horny.”

“What, you want me to call you admirable for holding out?” I tried to maintain my cool.

“You have no idea how much I want to,” he admitted. “It’s what you want too though, right? Otherwise why the open display?”

“That was before, not now. Now, you’re not going to,” I said both as an instruction to him and as reconfirmation to myself. “You’re going to give me that sleeping pill and I'm going to sleep and not a hair on me shall be moved.”

“Fine,” Jake reached into his pocket and pulled out an orange pill container. He popped it open and dropped a pill into my hand. “But the second you’re awake, well, anything goes.”

“It’s a date,” I joked and took the pill, washing it down with some more water.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Jake stood up first, then helped me to my feet.

“You know, I hate you. Why do you have to be so damn soft?” I sighed.

“You make me soft,” he laughed. “Although I can try to be harder to you if you like.”

I nodded, “Make it easier to hate you, will you?”

“Are you sure that will work though?” he gave me a cheeky grin.

“What are you implying?” I raised my eyebrow.

“You know as well as I do you like it when I'm rough with you,” he clarified.

“I meant, be more of an asshole,” I rolled my eyes.

“So, you want me to take what I want and not give any shits about it?” he mused. “Do you know what you’re signing up for?”

I yawned, “As long as I hate you at the end.”

“Hmm, I can’t guarantee that. You might still enjoy it too much,” he teased. “Even if I start carving into you.”

“Would you? Would you cut me if you had the chance?” I narrowed my eyes.

“Even I have my limits, MC,” he assured me. “Though the thought of leaving a permanent reminder on you isn’t without its appeal.”

“Why?” I pushed. “Why do you mark me?”

Jake dropped his shoulders and paused for a moment, “Proof that I exist.”

“What the hell? Of course you exist!” I glared.

“One day they will kill me and wipe me from all memory,” he looked away. “They’re remove all traces of me. It will be as if I never existed.”

“I will never forget you,” I promised. “Even if that were to happen, which it won’t. Because I won’t let it.”

“Is it wrong that I want more than that?” he stared at me intensely. “I want you to carry evidence of me. Evidence that I existed. That I meant something to someone.”

“There are other ways, Jake. You know that,” I reached for his shoulder and ran my fingers over where his tattoo was under his hoodie.

“You would get a tattoo for me?” he questioned.

“Yes,” I smiled. “Something they'll never be able to erase. Where do you want it?”

Jake ran his fingers from my jaw down to the middle of my chest When he reached above my heart, he laid his hand flat against my skin, “Here.”

I nodded sleepily. “A red eye.”

“You mean it?” he was unsure of my commitment.

“Yes, I mean it,” I insisted with heavy eyes. “I'm not going to let you die, but I will do it anyway.”

“I worked out how to make you hate me,” he mused.

“Dying isn’t an option,” I frowned.

“No, not that. That other promise. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it,” he admitted.

“Not a single hair!” I reiterated.

“Ugh, fine, but I'm not holding back when you wake up,” he warned. “I want all of you right now and I will take all of you.”

My heart skipped a beat. Even in my drowsy state, a part of me was revived by his words, “When I wake up, fuck me up, Jake. Until then, let me sleep.”

The biggest grin I had ever seen from him emerged on his devilish lips, “Gladly.”

By then I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. Jake helped me to the bed and gently urged me to lie down. Before sleep could take me, I felt him pulling up the blankets over me and tucking me in. As I drifted away, he pressed his lips against mine.

“Sweet dreams, MC.”

#duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake #duskwood jake x mc #unrecognisable fanfic

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th3s1ll13stb00 · 1 year

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Oh, oh, oh, can I request a Edge x fem Reader? Edge returns to the ship after a mission but Edge lost her jacket fighting a group of enemies and having to retreat, falling to save a Spark in the battle. Edge is too annoyed/Angry to say what happened and gives everyone the cold shoulder, S/O reader asks what was wrong and Bowser jokingly remarks she’s mad she lost her jacket in a fight so S/O should go get it back for her as a way to cheer her up. S/O takes what Bowser said seriously and sneaks out to go get it, S/O’s been gone for two days. Edge & Co, after being told what happened by Jennie, and having to hold Edge back from almost killing Bowser, they go out to find S/0 badly hurt and curled up in Edge’s jacket sleeping in a log, along side the Spark Edge couldn't find. Sorry if this is too descriptive. 😅

Edge x lost/missing?fem!reader

type: slight angst but with a happy ending

I actually love this idea thanks for it.

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG LAWD HAVE MERCY

anyway storytime down there ⬇️

Come back..please?

"Edge, please talk to me." Your tone saddened as you touching up the cuts and bruises on her arms and legs. She didn't respond, only twitched when you touched her cuts and bruises. You only sighed and hugged her from behind. Edge would always do this when she was annoyed or mad at something but she would always answer you, MUCH sooner then she would with anyone. You tried looking her in the eyes but all she did was look another way, refusing to meet your eyes. "Please tell me what's wrong." You were basically begging at this point with small tears forming in your eyes but again, she said nothing. "She's being a moody bitch because her oH sO pRecIoUs jacket is gone. Hey y/n how about you go get it and help your oH So PrECioUs girlfriend." Bowser remarks clearly mocking her. "Maybe I will" you thought but said nothing. "Well Edge could you please go to bed and give some time for your scars to heal." She did but still said nothing.

(Night time)

"Jeanie?..."

The blue rhombus appeared "Y/n? Why are you awake? It is very late at night." She whispered "I'm going to the spellbound woods to find Edge's jacket to cheer her up." you replied whispering while looking back at Edge's sleeping body on a couch. "Please be careful and I detected a spark in the forest, can you try to help them as well?" "I'll try my best." "You are amazing y/n, I wish I had your compassion." "You flatter me but don't tell ANYONE that I'm doing this unless I have been gone for more than 24 hours and please don't let Edge come looking for me okay? I don't want her to be injured again..." "Your wish is my command." Jeanie said as she opened the hatch door. You walked out the door into the night. Jeanie took one look at you before shutting off again for the night.

(Next morning)

After a lot of yawning and getting up, everyone was at the table in the center. "Wait where's y/n and Edge?" Mario asked the room. "Probably sleeping together right over there." Bowser said, pointing over at Edge sleeping soundly without even looking at her. "Maybe we should leave them alone for today and go help the townspeople in the village. Leaving a note of course, we wouldn't want them worrying." Beep-0 suggested. Everyone agrees with him and they write a note and leave to the village.

Edge's POV:

I woke up and everyone was gone. I called out some of their names before I saw a note on the table.

_________________________________________

"Hey Edge and Y/n, sorry about leaving you two alone without warning but the townspeople need our help. We are in the village if you need us!

-Your friends

_________________________________________

Heh, y/n must have found this and left to help them. I should apologize for my act yesterday. I wanna be back in my girlfriend's arms again and I want my jacket. I never realized how cold it was in here without my jacket or y/n. "Hey Jeanie." I called out, she appeared shorty after. "Good afternoon Edge! I'm glad you're okay." "Yea whatever whatever, is y/n with the others? She isn't here." "I do not know. Let me go check." A little waiting later Jeanie came back. "She is not with the others or in the village at all." "WHAT?" "Y/n is not pres-" I cut her off, "Not that, I mean where is she then Jeanie." She didn't answer. "ANSWER ME DAMN IT JEANIE!" I screamed at her demanded an answer, she still said nothing. "I..I can't say where she is. It was her orders." "Wait, did she? She went into the spellbound woods alone to find my jacket, didn't she." Jeanie still said nothing. "Open the hatch." "No." "What do you mean 'No'?! Y/n is in grave danger!" Why wouldn't she let me? If I nearly died y/n could be...NO she can't be dead. "It was the second thing she asked me was for you to not come looking for her so you wouldn't be injured again."

"oh..."

"How long has it been?"

How long has it been since I left my injured girlfriend and friends in the middle of the night? Just for her jacket and a spark, I even asked for them to not allow her to look for me. I really am stupid you know? I should have waited, maybe then I wouldn't be lost, my skin covered with cuts, bruises, and blood, in a log, with a fear-filled spark in my arms, and that same jacket that I came here for.

"Hey Gustdash, the monsters are gone, we should sleep so tomorrow we have the energy to leave this spooky place. Okay?" I whispered quietly as I heard the sound of footsteps slowly turning silent. Although he was already asleep in my arms when I looked down, "Sweet dreams buddy, the worst has passed."

"If I die tonight, I'm so sorry Edge..."

(epic transition to tomorrow morning lmao)

Everyone was standing near the table even Edge who would usually standing much farther back. "So let me get this straight, y/n has been all alone in the spellbound woods FOR 2 DAYS AND YOU HAVEN'T TOLD ANYONE ABOUT IT TILL NOW?! WHAT THE @#%@ JEANIE?" Beep-0 yelled belittling Jeanie. "Why would y/n even go in the forest by herself?." Peach questioned while trying to calm Beep-0 down. "It is probably because of that remark Bowser said the same day. Something about Edge's moodiness, wasn't it Bowser?" Jeanie suddenly proclaimed, everyone shut up and Edge looked a Bowser with a hatred so strong, everyone in the room so feel it. It was all silent until a sudden sound off a sword unsheathing. "Now hold it spikehead, I didn't think she would actually do it." "I'm gonna turn you into damn SUSHI!" Edge yelled taking her sword in her hands and jumping at him. "HOLD ON! HOLD ON! CALM YOURSELF! CALM YOURSELF!" Bowser yelled slightly terrified and running around the table. "EDGE! Stop we can go look for y/n and forget about all this okay?" Mario said grabbing Edge's arm. "Right, let's split up so we can cover more ground." Beep-0 interrupted. "Fine! Just please let's get this show on the road." Edge said as her tone disheartens. Everyone nodded in agreement but nothing was said. The hatch opens and Edge basically jumps out the ship facing the forest. The group catches up and they stop at the entrance. "Alright we split up at meet here in 30 minutes." Edge clarified looking over her shoulder. They nod and move inward toward what could or could not be their death.

The team split up and searched, from the bottom of the well to the top of the tallest tree. They searched, and searched, and searched...

but still found nothing.

The team met back at the entrance like they said, it was still morning Dan’s the sun as bright as ever. Edge was sitting on the ground with her sword in the ground next to her. "Look i'm sorry that we couldn't find her Edge." Mario said putting his hand on Edge's shoulder. Edge shooed him off and just stared at the ground, feeling tears start to fill her eyes. "Edge, are you crying?" Beep-0 asked in slight shock, they hadn't ever seen Edge cry nor even sad at all. "I just, need to go back to the s-ship." Edge nearly whimpered as she walked to back the ship, picking up the pace with each step. "We need to look again, if Edge is crying, this is REALLY-" Beep-0 was interrupted by a scream. "PLEASE HELP." An high-pitched kiddish voice screeched from the forest. The gang was appalled and rushed back into the forest without a second thought. They looked around and saw a panicked, light purple spark flying around on what looked like a leaf. It met their eyes and flew over quickly. “Please, you HAVE to help me! My friend is hurt and she needs help!!” A spark said in a panic, frantically flying in a loop. “Hey it’s ok little guy. Just lead the way okay?” Rabbid Luigi replied, attempting to calm the frantic spark. “Um okay. Follow me! I’m Gustdash by the way!” The spark, now known as Gustdash, said sounding much more confident. Gustdash flew into the forest after looking back at his new friends and motioning them to follow and they did.

The spark lead the gang through turns and twists before stopping at a river with some red flowers and a singular log. "She's over there, an invisible path somewhere leads over the river." Gustdash said as he floated over the river. "Well NOTHING is invisible to me." Beep-0 said as he used his scan ability to find the bridge. He finds it and everyone gets across safely. "She's in there." Gustdash quietly said as he floated toward the same log. Mario ducked down to look inside the log and sure enough there was a familiar girl sleeping soundly. “WE FO-” “Shush Beep-0! Y/N is sleeping.” Jeanie whispered interrupting Beep-0’s scream of joy. “Wait you guys know my friend??” Gustdash asked with a confused glare in his eyes. “How about we just get back to the ship and explain everything? We do not know how bad Y/N’s injuries truly are.” Jeanie popped in with a tad of..sadness? She didn’t know in the moment. “Great idea Jeanie, we will go right away.” Beep-0 said turning toward the way they came.

(time skip)

Everyone returned to the ship and looked for Edge and found her laying down on the couch with her back facing them. “Poor Edge…” Peach whispered, “Let’s heal Y/N and hope she’s can help Edge feel better.” She continued. They patched you up and put your body down on a different couch and put a blanket on top of you. “Well how about we go find Sweetlopek and get him to fix the Honey Snookium Bridge? It is still daylight.” Rabbid Mario requested. “Yea tha-t sounds good.” Luigi replied slightly stuttering at how bad some of your injuries were. The team followed out the ship and closed the hatch behind them so you and Edge could rest.

(Edge’s POV)

I woke up after that crying myself to sleep earlier. I still can’t believe Y/N put herself in so much danger just for ME! I’m not even worth that much, especially worth a life. I should have been there, to protect her, to be there for her, but I wasn’t because I was so blinded by my failure. I fully got up and it felt like it was daylight still. I pulled myself to my feet and started to walk toward the door with no other intensions but finding Y/N. When suddenly I heard a voice, “Morning sleepy head, you miss me enough to at least look at me?” I turnaround and see Y/n sitting on the couch next to the one I just woke up from. “There’s your beautiful eyes, are you feeling better?” “Y/n? I-is that really you?” I stupidly asked, of course it was her. “Yea it’s me Edge.” Without thinking I nearly tackled her into the couch. She yelped but hugged me anyway. “I missed you too Edge.” God my name sounded so much better when she said it. “Never do something like that again.” I asked not being polite at all really. “Ok ok love I won’t, I promise. Do you want your jacket back?” She asked “Yea I would love it back but can we just stay like this for a while? I missed your touch so much.” I wasn’t lying about that either, I did miss her touch. She kissed me on the forehead before lying down on the couch with me on top of her. “Of course we can. I love you.” “I love you too.”

(THE END)

#mario + rabbids x reader #mario + rabbids #x reader #edge x reader #rabbid edge #mario #sparks of hope #fem reader

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izzy-b-hands · 1 year

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Ed takes a day off that honestly is just him getting to sleep in bc the plot interrupts said day for him unfortunately.

Note that this wasn't going to end sadly but then...there I was and now I made myself sad ☹️

No one dies, but there is a loss. A beautifully designed, many-secret-passageway'd loss. Stede cries over it and tbh I nearly did too by the end so I'd weepily join him in a sobbing session over this.

I gotta write something happy and/or smutty tonight yet to balance this, but for now, have at.

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He wakes, face smooshed into a pillow instead of Stede's chest.

Not ideal.

Less ideal is that the room is empty and the sun has clearly been up for awhile now and-

It clicks. He can sleep in today. Barring an emergency, of course, they should come get him then, but since there isn't one...

"Nah," Ed waves away his leathers, sitting on the patch of floor where he'd stripped them off for Stede. "You guys go on ahead without me."

He giggles to himself, and faceplants into the pillow again.

Not as good as Stede's tits. But good enough for now, while he sleeps until he decides he actually wants to be awake.

"We aren't waking him!" Stede hisses. "I've got this!"

'This' is a tentacle. A long, heavy tentacle that has slapped up out of the sea and onto the ship, holding it firmly where it is.

"Maybe he'd prefer not to see a tentacle anyway," Izzy remarks, and Stede catches his eyes.

The Dutch fuckery comes back to mind. Izzy's right. This is one of Ed's first days to relax and use as he wants, however. The last thing he needs or probably would want is this.

"Buttons," Stede turns back to the helm. "Any ancient sea magics to rid us of this beast?"

"Aye," Buttons nods. "Called an oar."

"What oar is long enough to reach that?"

"Tie it to another one," Buttons continues. "Till it reaches."

"And it'll let go?"

Buttons chuckles. Then giggles, then laughs, until he's bent over at the waist cackling with Olivia hopping around him in apparent concern.

Then, she lets out a call that sounds suspiciously like seagull laughter.

"Alright," Stede scowls. "It isn't that funny."

He turns to a red-faced Izzy.

"Sorry," Izzy says, muffled by the hand over his mouth. "I'm not laughing at you. I promised Ed I wouldn't-"

"Just shut up!" Stede snaps. He's heard of ships being pulled to the depths this way, but no one seems as concerned about it as he is. "Unless you intend to actually be helpful for once!"

"Well now," Lucius pipes up. "That's not entirely fair. He's always done stuff. Even made us do stuff on occasion. Did you even see the new chore wheel?"

"The what?!"

"Chore wheel!" Lucius continues with an eye roll. "I told you ab-never mind. Look, I really don't th-"

There's a deep groan and straining in the ship's wooden panels, and she rocks hard before slamming back to her usual position.

Then, the wet, slimy slap of another tentacle, maybe two, this time on the other side of her.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Stede sighs. "What if we just kill it?"

A gallery of offended faces greets him.

"Okay, no killing it then, geez. It might kill us first but whatever," he can't help but spit at them. "Leave me to it then! I'll figure it out all alone!"

He's in a lovely dream.

Stede, shirtless, rowing them in a dinghy along the sea. Not for any escape, just as a little outing.

However, each time he rows, there's an oddly slimy slap into the water.

"Did you do something to the oars?" Ed asks Dream Stede. "They shouldn't sound like that. Sounds more like-"

He topples out of bed at the slosh of water at the windows, and the shadow of a tentacle near it.

"Fuck."

"He's being stubborn; let him be stubborn," Izzy says. "I did it all the time and I'm f-"

He frowns. "Never mind. Bonnet! Wait up, please."

"Even the 'please' thrown in there," Lucius teases. "Look at you."

"Just make sure everyone else gets back to work," Izzy sighs. "For now, at least. If things get worse, then we'll call folks back to help as needed."

"Okay," Lucius smiles, and turns to Pete. "Babe, could you go do that? I should really document this for the new journal."

"Exactly what I was thinking," Pete kisses his cheek. "Consider it done."

Izzy watches him walk off. "There's no work getting done, is there?"

"Awww," Lucius takes his arm gently. "No. Not even a little. Because we're being attacked by a possible, though seemingly very lazy, sea monster. Sort of hard to concentrate with that going on."

By the time they've found Stede, he's already tied several oars together with rope, and is smacking the first tentacle as hard as he can.

"You can swim!" he screams. "You don't even need a ship! There's nothing on here for you!"

"Buttons' ancient sea magic isn't working?" Izzy asks, regret immediately flooding him as soon as he says it.

Stede leans back up from over the rail, and glares. "Does it fucking look like it, Israel?"

He shouldn't laugh. Normally, someone using his full name like that would piss him off. But the entire thing is ridiculous, painfully so, at least for now...

He leans into Lucius, dampening his laughter in his shoulder.

"There, there," Lucius sighs. "He was worried about you."

"He was not, and he isn't now!"

Izzy lifts his head, wipes the tears from his eyes, and smiles. "I am, in that you're a member of the crew like anyone else, and I don't want anyone falling off the ship trying to fight this thing. We'll try something else instead of that, maybe-"

"What?" Stede tosses the oar monstrosity to the deck floor. "What the fuck else would you suggest?"

"Okay," Lucius says softly. "I think we're all a little worried about things right now, but-"

"Oh shut it!" Stede snaps, and yanks the oar back up before leaning over to resume his tapping of the beast.

"Wow," Lucius scoffs. "Yeah, I'm recording that. He can feel bad about that later, reading it in here."

Izzy frowns. "No, he can feel bad about it now, I think."

Before he can take a step over to ask Bonnet if he thinks that's how a captain ought to speak to his crew in a panicky moment, the ship rocks hard again.

"I hate you!" Stede bellows to the tentacle. "You are literally the worst!"

The first tentacle he sees doesn't concern him. One isn't so bad.

The second, third, fourth, and fifth are concerning though.

"What's our game pl-" Ed pauses. "What is he doing?"

"Captain Asshole is taking out his frustrations on the sea monster," Lucius sighs impatiently. "But he's only frustrated because he won't stop to try anything else to get rid of it!"

He looks to Izzy, who nods.

"Honestly, we didn't help though. I mean, we came over here to help, but before this we all...we didn't handle this well."

"Kinda got that idea," Ed says. "We should be abandoning ship before the thing gets more curious and yanks us down to see what we are."

"That can happen?" Lucius asks. "Wait, actually, don't tell me yet. I'm gonna go get everyone ready to abandon and...yeah, I'm moving, meet you at the dinghies!"

He jogs off, and Ed turns his attention to Izzy.

"Look, whatever happened before...just be honest with me. Did he panic because he didn't want to wake me up?"

Izzy nods again. "Normally, I would have gone to you regardless, but you did ask me, when I swore my pledge of loyalty to Bonnet, to try and abide his orders first. Well."

He gestures to Stede, still bent over the deck rail, shouting wordlessly as he slaps the everloving shit out of the tentacle.

"We'll keep working on it," Ed sighs. "Go gather your things, then whatever you can of mine and Stede's. We'll grab the rest ourselves. If we take a bit, then just start getting the others out on the boats, and-"

He stops himself. "What am I talking about, you know what to do for this. Sorry, go on."

Izzy speed walks off, and finally, there's Stede.

"Hey," he leans on the rail by Stede. "So, in theory, the ship might survive this. If she does, we can row back and see if repairs can be made, and if they're economical. If they are, great, we get to work and then sail off. If not, or if she gets pulled under..."

Stede's arms stop, and he leans back off the rail with a groan.

"Ed," he says, looking utterly miserable and defeated. "She's my first ship. I helped draw up her plans, and I swore I'd do anything I could to keep her safe, or I'd go down with her."

Ed nods. "Were we in a situation that demanded that, sure. But something like this? No one will care if the captain went down with his ship. Besides, squid are curious, and this one probably just wants to figure out what the ship is. Sometimes they let ships go."

"I didn't even think they would or could do this! I expected at least an actual sea monster!"

"I don't think it's like, a squid hobby," Ed says. "And not many that I've seen are this big, or act this way. But some are, and some do, and I've watched people get pulled under while trying to salvage their vessels."

He stands and pulls Stede into a hug. "The first loss is never easy, but this might not be that. We don't know yet, and we can't unless we get away to safety then keep an eye on her. Alright?"

"I shouldn't cry over this," is sniffled into the leather of his jacket. "Stupid."

"Not stupid," Ed murmurs. "I cried after I ran one of my first aground. Felt like the biggest idiot and worst person in the world when we realised we couldn't get her free, and even if we did, she was too badly damaged-"

Tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He can't help it.

"She was a damn good ship, just like this one. And maybe our lady here will fare better. But even if she does, you can't help fix and sail her if a squid is using you to play pirates at the bottom of the sea."

Stede doesn't argue when Ed leads him away, towards the remaining dinghy, and the assemblage of tied oars is left on the deck.

"I grabbed everything," Izzy says as they step carefully into the boat. "I figured..."

His voice trails off as Stede hiccups and snuggles closer into Ed's arms.

They end up floating near the rest of the crew, fairly far away from the ship in case she should break apart or be pulled below.

Izzy wraps one of Stede's oversized velvet robes around their shoulders. "Lucius and Roach made sure food was in each one of these. I'll unpack and see what we've got."

"I'm good," Stede says, voice wobbling. "Not much of an appetite now."

"Fair enough," Izzy sighs. "Ed?"

Before he can answer Izzy, an alarming amount of additional, larger tentacles rise out of the blue, only to slam in The Revenge's middle, splitting her nearly in half.

He reaches a hand back and grabs Izzy hard. The ensuing waves might not be the biggest, but he doesn't want anyone in the water right now.

That's not a squid. Probably not. Not like any he's seen before, even the big ones.

Stede dives back into his shoulder, face pressed there and shoulders shaking.

"I know," Ed murmurs. "If it helps, I don't know what the fuck that thing is. Technically, I think we just made some sort of history with this."

Stede sniffles. "Really?"

"Yeah. Lucius is over there sketching away, and-"

Stede pops up from his shoulder. "We can commemorate her in a story about this!"

"Yeah. Once we're somewhere safer, we can. Like an inn, maybe not right near the beach."

"Ed, I can't row us away if you don't let go of me," Izzy says gently. "The others are looking here for some direction. I know it's a bit of a crapshoot, but...what way are we headed?"

Ed blinks, and watches the tentacles finally crush completely through the ship's middle, sinking most of her down below the waves. "Any direction that isn't that one."

"Got it," Izzy says, and Ed can feel him gesturing motioning the others to row away from the scene.

But he doesn't let go of Izzy's other arm. Not yet.

He's not ready, and he can tell Stede isn't either.

Besides that, someone needs to witness her final moments, before the last bit of The Revenge is gone for good to the depths.

So they sit, a trio in a violently rocked dinghy, as the beast drags their home to Davy Jones's Locker.

#text post #long post #to the revenge my darling lady im so sorry this particular story ended badly for u #i will write some lovely happy times and possibly also some queer sex going on instead among your rooms and passageways #aka the usual but still #idk what it is abt shipwrecks even ones with no human loss but they all break me and make me so sad #i know ships aren't living but we name them and endeavour to treat them well and make valentines for them so

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Sylvester had to finish this dumb note so he could leave the room, unfortunately for him, from what he knew, his epithet, 'drowsy', did not include the ability to take away the tiredness he felt, leaving him stuck, tired and frustrated as he tried to deal with a headache and the new coffee ban that had been implemented.

And Monoxol had decided to make sure the coffee ban was taken super seriously.

"Ah, a coffee ban, yes, yes, I suppose if it will help Sillyvester from having a heart attack, then it's quite the good rule! "

"Ah, hello mx Monoxol, I thought you'd gone home!" Mishima said, he and Sylvie had just been talking about the young boy's coffee addiction. "I don't recall saying it was a ban, though now that you mention it a lot of things have ended up banned anyways, mwahaha." Everyone's heads turned to the list hung on the fridge by a giraffe magnet, the bans ranging from cookies, to killing, to cigarettes and alcohol. Only Monoxol and those unaffected by the ban didn't hate it. Or maybe monoxol did, if they did actually feel emotions at all. It was hard to tell.

"I'm not accepting this ban, sorry but I have too much work to d-hEY !"

Sylvie yelled as Monoxol had his iquantitize disappear somehow, immediately grabbing onto his arm with both of hers to stop his search.

"Too late, Sillyvester, you're stuck with me until we treat your gambling addiction." " iT'S DRINKING COFFEE-" "Gambling with your health, fucker-" "gET OFF ME!" "

Monoxol shoved Sylvie, "Aighto then, now I'm not only making sure you don't drink coffee, but you must also write an apology note to everyone you made worry, how wholesome! Go to the living room. NOW. Uh, please. Still an order though."

At the memory, Sylvie glared at the monotone teen sitting beside him by the coffee table, said teen not even sparing him a glance, too busy drawing something he couldn't make out.

Sylvie was tempted to yank Monoxol's absurdly messy, wavy and long ponytail as payback, it was a common thing almost all the favorites had started doing to try and annoy the being after someone had gotten the idea when monoxol claimed to not feel pain, unless Monoxol was feeling particularly polite though, you'd usually get your hand slapped away without him even bothering to look at you, and no more words than 'Apologies, mate, I don't feel pain but it's probs best to just leave it alone.'

Sylvie shook his head. He had to focus, no matter what annoying obstacles like Monoxol stood in his way.

So, he stared back down at the page to attempt to think about it better.

he stared.

And he stared.

And stared.

And-

Snap

Sylvie looked down at his broken pencil, and then at Monoxol who was also staring at it.

Monoxol didn't move, as if paralyzed by the two halves of it.

The only thing that had moved had been their hand, which had moved to hold onto the left side of their mask, their gloves poking slightly at their pale, spotless and corpse like skin above the mask, something was up with the way they twitched and shook slightly.

"Uh.. Monoxol?"

And then the pencil disappeared.

"Wha- Hey! I was using tha-"

"Sylvester, I'm unbanning coffee."

" Wait, really? "

Monoxol got up from their spot and made their way to the exit.

"Mayhaps, but be warned, if you die back in your universe I will not tell the others unless they specifically ask if you are dead."

Sylvie stared, then nodded.

"I guess I'll just have to stick around, in case that happens..?"

Monoxol nodded, and walked out.

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Sylvester had to finish this dumb note so he could leave the room, unfortunately for him, from what he knew his epithet, 'drowsy', did not include the ability to take away the tiredness he felt, leaving him stuck, tired and frustrated as he tried to deal with a headache and the new coffee ban that had been implemented.

And Monoxol had decided to be mean about it.

"Yippee, new coffee ban rule!!!"

"Ah, hello mx Monoxol, I thought you had gone home. "

"Yes, well, that's not really in the cards right now, anyways, back to the coffee ban rule, ready to add it to the list?"

Only Monoxol and those unaffected by the ban didn't hate it, though Monoxol might have actually hated it and just hadn't said anything, despite their tendency to be as blunt as possible, they usually had no signs they were upset about anything, even if they weren't trying to hide it. It was kind of understandable, if seeming a little out of character for them.

"We're not adding anything to the list, Monoxol, go to whatever blackhole or fallen star or whatever place you came from."

"That's it, I think you should write an apology note right this minute."

Sylvie glared at the annoying teen, glancing at their cut short ponytail, Monoxol always fidgeted with it when they were zoning out, he remembered someone in the favorites group had asked if they wanted to grow their hair out, which monoxol had responded to by disappearing for a day and never mentioning it again as well as rarely responding to any comments on their hair with more than a subject change.

Looking down at the paper Monoxol was writing in, they seemed to be writing down random things on random parts of the page, even scattering some of the sentences around, making them look unfinished..

Sylvie shook his head rapidly, he was getting distracted too easily now, he had to focus.

so hehe stared at the page.

And he stared.

And stared.

And-

Two snaps were heard at the same time.

Sylvester stared at the broken pencil in his hand, and then at the broken pen in Monoxol's.

And then at Monoxol's face.

Their freckled face glared straight at him, ignoring the pen they'd just broken still clutched in their clenched fist. Their other hand was brought up to the right side of their mask, scratching absentmindedly at their freckled, slightly tan skin.

"Are you done? I can see your feelings from here."

" I- What??? "

Monoxol shoved him over suddenly and he yelped, and when he got back up from a sitting position Monoxol was standing over him with the now finished note, despite how quickly he got up.

"Monoxol what th-"

"There, I finished it for you, now you are done. Can we please move this along?"

" ...You were the one keeping us here in the first place?? "

But Monoxol had already turned around, waiting for Sylvie by the door.

He looked down at the paper, it seemed to be his handwriting, but there were some scribbled out parts that he couldn't recognize, as well as people he hadn't even realized he should say sorry to.

'I'm sorry, Oodle,'

'I'm also sorry, Molly'

'And also because of yesterday I'm sorry Mic,'

It just went on, until eventually at the end of the note,

'And I'm sorry Sylvester, for drinking coffee and not treating myself right, I promise to do better'

'And sorry for threatening to not tell anyone Sillyvester, I forgot I did that until just now. I'd tell every favorite if anything happened to anyone, even-- '

Sylvie blinked in confusion, had Monoxol written that one as him or as-

"Sylvester. Come on-let's just go."

Sylvie looked back at Monoxol, still holding the broken pen and hiding the cracks as if to pretend it hadn't snapped.

Sylvie nodded hesitantly, walking away from the coffee table.

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End

hope you like the fic!!! Sylvie and mono could mayhaps be like siblings, but maybe not the best idea, anyways yeah most of this is probs ooc

This is probs ooc but I thought the hair pulling thing fit as a reference as well as to bring attention to another difference, also painfully aware I probs messed Sylvester up tremendously and the coffee ban was probs ooc for everyone-

Surprisingly, Monoxol swearing in this fic isn't ooc! I might explain that sometime but for now, I'll just leave it there.

Anyways, late christmas gift for @a1ter3go merry. February. I am so sorry the fic is so weird makes no sense is ooc and goes so abruptly I wish I had done more

#cw swearing #monoxol #monoxol kf #killing favorites #monoxol hf #helping favorites #sylvester ashling #sylvie epithet erased

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