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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 6
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I don't think you guys realize how hard it is for me to write Hyunjin and Seungmin as rude and mean, I just love them so much. I promise it's not forever though. I'm going to start refiring to Felix as an omega as the pack does all see him as one. He is still completely a beta though.
Chapter 6
Y/n has been wandering around the house a little bit to have a better understanding as to where everything is while most of the pack is out or doing their own things. She avoids going into any of the bedrooms she knows about, not wanting to invade anyone's privacy even though all four alphas and Jisung and Felix told her sheâs welcome in theirs anytime she wants.
She hadnât realized exactly how big the house was originally until she started to explore. Thereâs an indoor and outdoor pool that is connected and just has a small opening under glass that separates it. They have an at home gym, which is where Changbin and Chan currently are. Thereâs a game room with a pool table, foosball, video game set with several consoles and a large TV and a lot of seating. As well as a small wet bar that looks like has some alcohol and snacks. She really only had gotten to glance in there though since Hyunjin is currently painting in there and made sure he didnât notice her.Â
She saw their den just off of the living room and dining room, it having a large nest to be able to fit the whole pack. She already knows that it was Felix who had made it. And saw the other four guest bedrooms already knowing the fifth one as Hannahâs since sheâs been getting clothes from the closet each day. She had planned to wander around outside and see how big the grounds are but there has been something about the second floor that has been bothering her.
She had noticed that there were ten bedrooms and five bathrooms. Minho had told her whose rooms were whose of the packs as well as who was sharing which bathrooms, sheâs sharing a bathroom with Felix and Jisung gets his own since heâs too messy, no one wanted to share. But thereâs that tenth bedroom that he had just walked past and didnât say anything about, and she wants to know whatâs in it.
She quietly goes down the hallway and reaches the bedroom at the end right next to Chan's room. She glances around to make sure sheâs alone before opening the door. She walks in and sees a bare bed and thereâs a few boxes around. No decorations on the wall or even a dresser or desk. And the closet is empty. She feels a little guilty for snooping but she canât help but to look inside the boxes.Â
Thereâs a bunch of pictures in one box, itâs all of the pack from when they were younger except thereâs another guy in each one that she doesnât recognize. She goes through each one smiling at how cute the pack was so young but sheâs curious as to who the ninth person is and wonders where he is now.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing in here?â A voice scares her causing her to drop the pictures back in the box as she looks up to see an angry Seungmin.Â
âI-I was just⊠w-wandering the house.â She tries to explain herself. âTo-to get a feel for everything.â
âYouâre a guest here, you donât get to just go around snooping.â He growls and grabs her bruised wrist hard, causing her to whimper as he drags her out of the room. âBesides, this room is off limits.â
âNo-no one told me that.â She holds back making any other sounds of pain. âIâm sorry.â
Seungmin pushes her down the hall a little causing her to stumble. âKnow your place, omega.â
âSeungmin.â Chan growls, having witnessed what just happened, still sweaty from his workout with Changbin.
The beta just glares at his alpha, not caring about any consequences. âDonât go reprimanding me, she was snooping when she shouldnât be.â He motions to the now closed door.
âIâm so-sorry.â Y/n curls in on herself scared the alphaâs going to lash out at her. âI didnât know the room was off limits. Iâm sorry.â
âItâs okay baby girl.â Chan reaches a hand out to place on her cheek causing her to flinch a little before leaning into his touch which breaks Chan's heart. âIâm not mad at you, you didnât know, no one had told you that there were any off limits rooms. Itâs okay.â
âSeriously?â Seungmin grunts throwing his arms up in the air and rolls his eyes causing Chan to glare at him.
âGo to your room, Seungmin.â The alpha growls and his eyes harden when the younger boy doesnât move. âNOW.â
The omega jumps a little at Chanâs voice and cowers when Seungmin stomps past.
âIâm sorry if that scared you.â Chan rubs his thumb on her cheek. âAnd Iâm sorry for Seungmin, did he hurt you?â
Y/n shakeâs her head no not wanting the beta to get in anymore trouble for hurting her wrist more but Chan saw how hard he had a hold of her injured wrist.
âIâm sorry for snooping.â
âYou have no reason to apologize.â He coos. âNo one told you that we keep that room closed for a reason. And youâre just trying to get a better understanding of the house, right?â
âYeah.â She nods before looking away from him. âCan I ask why that room is off limits? And⊠who is that guy in the pictures?â
Chan sighs. âThat room used to belong to that guy in the pictures.â She notices how he clenches his jaw as though it's a hard subject to talk about. âCan I tell you more another time? Itâs a complicated and delicate subject. And I need to deal with Seungmin.â
âYeah.â She whispers and just after, the sound of the front door opening and Jisung yelling her name is heard.Â
âWhy donât you go see what the pups have for you.â Chan smiles and hurries her along before he goes to the youngest betaâs room
Y/n walks down the stairs to see Jisung, Felix and Jeongin bringing in bags and bags of pillows, blankets, plushies, and two bags of clothes.
âWhat is all of this?â Her eyes widen in shock before she moves to inspect the contents.
âNesting materials.â Jisung beams at her as he starts pulling out some soft fluffy blankets.Â
âSome for the communal nest in the den. I want you to help me remake it.â Felix starts to explain. âAnd some of it is for the rest of the house to start getting all of our scents on it so you can use them for nesting, both in your room and for us when we need to update the den.â
âAnd I picked out some comfy clothes for this weekend.â Jeongin shows her the variety of sleep shorts and pajama pants, soft t-shirts, sweatshirts and crewnecks. âWe plan to take you on a proper shopping spree later.â
âYou guys didnât have to do all of this.â The omega feels a wave of emotions overcome her as she tries to hold back happy tears.
âYes we did.â Jisung pulls her to him, wrapping her in a big hug. âYou needed some proper stuff, we just happened to go a little bit overboard with it.â
âA little bit?â Changbin laughs walking into the living room from the home gym as he wipes the sweat away with a towel around his neck. âIt looks like you guys bought the whole store.â
âWe werenât sure exactly which materials she would prefer more, so we got several of each.â Felix pouts as if it was a logical thought to him.
âHow thoughtful.â The alpha ruffles Felixâs hair, kissing his head before pulling both Jisung and Y/n to his chest as the beta was still hugging her.
âEww, hyung, you stink.â Jisung tries to move them away. âGo take a shower.
âOnly if you join me, baby.â Changbin smirks at how flustered the younger one gets.
âBinnie, not in front of the omegas.â Jisung wines before letting go of Y/n as he gets dragged away by the alpha.Â
âGross.â Jeongin scrunches up his nose at the two before turning to the two omegaâs. âIâll go ahead and get your new clothes washed so you can put them away in your room. Lix, where do you want all the nesting materials?â
âLeave them for now, whatever we donât use in the den Iâll distribute between all of the rooms to get everyone's scent.âÂ
Jeongin nods before taking the bags of clothes to the laundry room as Felix drags Y/n into the den.
âAlright, let's strip this nest and rebuild it.â Felix starts before noticing the omega standing outside of it unsure. âWhatâs wrong?â
âIâve never actually built a nest before.â She rings her fingers together. âI donât know what to do or how itâs supposed to go.â
âItâs okay, thatâs why Iâm here to help you.â He holds his hand out to her and brings her into the nest. âYour omega instincts are supposed to tell you how it wants it to feel like but I know yours are suppressed right now. So for now do it based on how you would want certain scents and textures where. Once the suppressants wear off and you're better we can redo it again with better instincts.â
Y/n nods and helps strip the nest before they get to work on rebuilding it. They use a mix of the old materials as they still have the packs scents on them as well as the new ones just bought as they both like how it feels. Once they were done they went around and distributed the rest of the blankets, pillows and plushies around the house. Felix took some to each of the members' rooms and Y/n placed some in the living room and the game room now the Hyunjin is no longer in there.
âI think we did good.â Felix beamed after they were both done and came back to the den. He grinned at the omega before tackling her into the nest, cuddling her. âNow I think itâs time for omega bonding.â
âYou didnât omega bond enough when you guys were making the nest?â Jeongin walks in with a basket of Y/n's new clean and folded clothes.â
âNot like this.â Felix pouts.
Jeongin smiles before motioning to the basket. âWhere do you want me to put these, Y/nnie?â
âYou can set them by the doorway, Iâll take them up to my room and put them away when Lixie lets go of me.â She smiles and wiggles against the other omega to make him laugh. âThank you for washing them for me Innie, I could have done that later.â
âItâs no problem.âÂ
âSeriously?â Hyunjin walks in from the back door with some of his art supplies, stopping when he sees the two in the nest. âNow sheâs contaminating our den?â Jeongin growls at the older member as the beta gets closer to the nest. âAnd did you guys let her remake the nest? Thereâs no way Iâm doing anything in there now.â
âJinnie, she needed to since sheâs going to need to be in the den during her dry heat.â Felix sits up to reason with Hyunjin.
âWhy?â He scoffs. âShe can just stick it out in the room sheâs staying in.â
âYou stormed off when we were discussing everything about it so you donât get to have a say on where she goes or how we go about this.â Jeongin crosses his arms trying to assert his dominance even though he's younger than the beta.Â
âWhatever.â Hyunjin rolls his eyes and walks away heading upstairs.Â
Felix pouts, wishing both Hyunjin and Seungmin would come around to their omega, his scent souring a little which causes Y/nâs to also sour as she feels sheâs the cause of all of this.
Jeongin crawls into the nest and pulls the two to him. âCome here.â He coos as he scents both of them trying to sooth them as much as possible before just cuddling them. âMy omegas.â
ââșââ ⟠ââșââ
When Minho got home from work and getting groceries he texted the other three alphas to help him bring everything in but only Chan and Chanbin came.
âWhereâs Innie?âÂ
âI haven't seen him since he got home from shopping with Ji and Lix.â Changbin furrows his brows as he opens the trunk.Â
âY/n didnât exactly know what she likes for food and drinks since her family limited her.â Minho explains as they start grabbing bags. âSo I got different kinds of snacks and drinks and just some normal filling foods for meals for her dry heat to make sure she gets enough nutrients and then after I plan to just make meals as normal and we'll learn what she likes and doesnât like.â
âGod Iâm hating her family more and more each day.â Changbin growls as they take all the bags inside.Â
âIâm pretty sure all of us feel the same way.â Chan sighs as he sets bags on the kitchen counter.
âI also got her some heating pads to hopefully help soothe the cramps.â Minho pulled them out of a bag and was about to put them in the den when he noticed Seungmin and Hyunjin standing in the doorway of it with their arms crossed.Â
All the alphas walk over to question what theyâre doing when they realize Jeongin is cuddled up with Y/n, Felix and Jisung, who had joined after showering with Changbin, in the nest napping. This causes the three alphas to melt at the sight of it, especially when they hear both omegas purring. They donât get to hear Felix purr very often.
Minho notices that Y/nâs bruised wrist seems to be worse than it was when he had put the bruising cream on it this morning and is a bit irritated causing him to frown and furor his eyebrows. He gets Chanâs attention and motions to his wrist before pointing to her. Chan realizes what he means and scowls at how worse her wrist looks before mouthing Seungminâs name. Minho huffs and glares at the beta before angrily turning back to putting the groceries away.Â
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RAFAYEL: An Introduction
Zayne | Xavier | Sylus
Pairing: Rafayel x Reader
Word Count: 0.7K
Warnings: Switch!Rafayel, Switch!Reader, dirty talk, SO MUCH TEASING, MC is OOC, Oral (f receiving), fingering
Welcome to part 3 of this series! This series is me introducing you all to how I write for them. Requests are open and feel free to leave a comment cause I love them and read them. It also keeps me motivated!
A/N: Rafayel and the MC have a very established dynamic and they are having fun! I want to clarify cause sometimes I go overboard đ. I love when switches do switch things đ. MC might feel OOC but I based the dialogue on how I would like to banter with Raf so do with that what you will. Rafayel just gives such switch energy and I feel like we need to tap in. Could also be that Iâm a switch and I love being a tease lool.
On the dance floor you already feel him getting hard as you grind on him. You knew what you were doing when you wore your this dress. A low cut number that accentuates your curves, barely covering your ass, thick thighs and long legs on display. You drape your arms behind you around his neck dancing in time with the music. Lost in the beat you forget he is loosing it behind you. His grip on your hips tightens to snap you back to the present.
âDonât push it. You know what Iâm capable of.â
You turn around ready to push it just a little further. His blush had spread to his entire face and neck. His eyes canât meet yours, the tent in his pants becoming more obvious. You let out a chuckle at his ruined state.
âYea fucking right. Your seconds from coming over a lil grinding. Youâre all talk and no action.â
He huffs but before he can say more youâre moving closer to him. You gently press your body into him and cup his hard on. He scoffs as he looks to the side.
âDonât push it. You know exactly what Iâm capable of.â
You give him another squeeze, heâs seconds away from falling apart and you laugh. The music, dark lighting, and crowd are saving him but the thrill that anyone can see fuels you further. With your other hand you cup his face and lean his head down for a kiss. Desperate for more of your touch he yields and deepens the kiss. While distracted with his beautiful lips he grips your wrist thatâs palming him and whispers on your lips.
âDid you forget I can smell your arousal or are you still intending to play games?â
You can no longer ignore the wet spot growing in your underwear, your desire for him bubbling just beneath your skin. Still, the game was fun and you couldnât say no to the blush all over his face. Without another word he drags you off the dance floor toward the door. Outside you push him against the wall and lean up into his ear.
âYea letâs keep playing this game, since you seem to keep enjoying yourself.â
He groans as you kiss his neck and exposed chest, letting his guard down.
âN-not here. Letâs me get the car.â
He slips out your grasp and straightens his collar and fluffs out his hair.
âWait here.â
Not long after you see the valet pull up with one of his silly sports cars that he definitely bought to prove he has money. He strolls over to you and grabs your hand, opens the passenger door for you, and you slip in. Itâs a short ride back to this studio but it feels like forever. You lean over, place a hand on this thigh, and leave open mouth kisses over his neck. The moment the door closes to the studio youâre instantly on each other. He pulls you into his arms, kissing your neck and chest feverishly as your arch into his touch. He pushes you back into the wall and continues to ravish you like a starved man. Teasing him is fun and so is the reward. He slides a hand down to your soaked underwear and pushes them to the side. Two fingers slide into you with ease and you hold him tighter for support. He slowly pumps them in and out of you as you grind into them. He slips them back out and kneels in front of you. He lightly flicks your clit and your hands slide into his hair. One hand grips your hip tightly preventing you from grinding on his face. He pushes his fingers back into you swiftly. He pumps his fingers in time with his licks. Your legs threaten to give out underneath you as your climax approaches. He continues to fuck his fingers into you at a brutal pace and suck hard on your throbbing clit.
âO-overachiever. Iâm gonna cum on your face.â
He hums in response sending a wave through you. Youâre right on the edge panting and moaning desperate for him to take you over. You start to clench around his fingers and soon the coil in your stomach snaps. You pull his hair hard as you gush over his fingers and lips. He hums in response as he laps up everything prolonging your release. You can barely hold yourself up when he comes up to kiss you. You taste yourself on his mouth as he moans. He pulls away from you with a string, his face flush, eyes low, and panting. You could feel yourself getting wet all over again for him as he leaves you back to his bedroom. The night has only just begun.
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BEHIND HIS LENSE | 2/7 | TTIB SERIES | PREVIEW
Pairing: Photographer!Taehyung x PersonalAssistant!Reader
Warnings: +18, Yandere, manipulation, drugging, EXPLICIT NONCON; cunnilingus, rough sex, victim blaming, slut shaming, blackmailing, abuse of power, coercion.
Summary: After 4 long years of working for the extravagant photographer Vante, you decide to step down from your job after catching feelings for your boss, which you're sure he will never return.
But he's determined to show you that there's only one person he will consider his muse, and it's you.
I don't agree nor condone any of the actions made by any of the characters throughout the story, I also do not belive that any of the members of BTS would act this way or have this type of behaviour, this story it's fiction and it's written with the sole purpose of entertainment, please proceed with caution.
Word count: 0.8 k.
Just a quick preview of what's coming :)
In three days from now, youâll be quitting the only job youâve ever had.
You know youâre extremely lucky to have landed such a sought-after job with absolutely no experience at all, especially when you consider who youâre working for, but you had truly underestimated just how demanding this job was, the number of errands you do in a day will send a normal person into a coma. At first, things started to pile up pretty quickly, and eventually, you learned how to keep on top of things, becoming one of the best at what you do, but recently, thereâs something that no matter how hard you tried to push it aside, you canât seem to shake it off, and if the job was hard before that, this just had officially made it unbearable.
Youâre falling in love with your boss.
At first it was nothing but a simple, innocent crush, to be fair, how can anyone blame you? Taehyung is an attractive man, and his charm rapidly made your 20-year-old-self infuriated, although that crush faded quite quickly (thanks to Taehyungâs insufferable attitude the first couple of months), these past couple of months have been messing with your head, quite frankly, you think youâre going insane with the amount of overthinking youâve been doing, but thereâs things you canât make up, especially since other people have been noticing too.
It all started with a simple comment, your best friend had planted the seed into your brain.
âWow, since when did you get a raise?â Soheeâs eyes nearly pop out of their sockets while she makes grabby hands at your new bag, you hand it out to her, and she touches it like itâs made of glass âHow in the hell did you afford a brand-new Flamenco bag? I thought you said you were saving up for a new apartment!â Her tone is so high that you needed a second to digest what she just said, which leaves you more confused than you already are.
âWhat are you even talking about? If you think I bought this bag than Iâll have to reconsider all these years of friendshipâ You tried to joke around but Sohee doesnât seem to be taking this lightly.
âHow the hell did you get a 4-thousand-dollars bag then? You didnât tell me you had a sugar daddy!â You almost faint when hearing the actual price of your new bag, but before she can say anything even more stupid, you quickly try to cover her mouth, but she swats your hand easily.
âCan you stop? I didnât know it was this expensive!â She raises one of her brows at you and you feel the need to explain yourself âI donât have a sugar daddy dumbass; Taehyung gave it to me the other day after a photoshootâ Soheeâs mouth opens so wide you have to restrain yourself to not laugh and cause an even bigger scene at the companyâs cafeteria.
âAre you kidding me? Are you fucking him or something?â You gave Sohee a nasty look that she couldnât care less about âI think the nicest thing Namjoon has ever done for me is saying âPleaseâ or âThank youâ, and he doesnât even do that often, how the hell did you get your boss to give you a damn designer bag?â Her fixation over a bag is starting to get in your nerves, so you try to explain the situation to her.
âIt was during a photoshoot like three days ago, he shot the new Loewe campaign and during a break I said that the color of this bag is very pretty, he asked if I liked the bag and I said yes because it was the biggest one where I could definitely fit everything I needed on it, he just nodded and by the end of the shoot he came to me with the bag on his hand telling me it was for me, I asked him why would he gave it to me and he just said âIt matches your blouseâ, kind of dumb if you ask meâ Sohee was truly in a state of shock by the end of you explanation, and you didnât know what to even say to her about that.
Sheâs speechless for a few seconds before she looks at you with an accusing stare.
âWait a second, didnât you tell me once that he made you send the girls he fucks a designer bag when heâs trying to fuck them?â Her eyebrows are almost reaching her hairline, and you donât even know how to defend yourself because that was true.
âYeah, but that doesnât mean anything-â Sohee shuts you up with a single look, and you are forced to face the reality.
âY/N, wake up, that man wants something from you, and itâs not anything casual if heâs giving you these types of gifts, weâll let it slide this timeâ You scoff at her âweâ but she ignores you, âBut if this keeps happening, you have two options, tell him to back off, orâ Her tone was starting to piss you off, and you didnât know if it was because she was being truly annoying, or because deep down you knew that she was right, âyou can get more out of him, not just a designer bagâ.
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I can see who your favorite character is, my love. This post ain't even about him.
Before I get started, just want to say that the characters are multi-dimensional and can therefore be seen in multiple ways. Anyway! To explain my points!!
Yes, GhostGaz is lust. Absolutely. Gaz is one of the few characters that show genuine desire and want for things throughout the series. He smokes, he chats about things casually and also gets excited in Recon by Fire when he has multiple targets that he can snipe. Ghost is inhuman, lone wolf, desiring something he denies himself. Gaz is the most human (Soap stans argue with the wall) of most of the characters, being in my opinion one of the most well fleshed out ones.
They have complimentary personalities and aspects that I believe not only would have them fucking nasty, but also have them drawing towards each other constantly, wanting to be in each other's orbits, touching, etc. Lust also isn't just sex, lust is wanting something tangible in a way that defies God. Something I think the two of them already do very often.
SoapGhost as Greed. NOW HERE ME OUT. Y'all got listen for this one. Do they not get greedy over each other? Alejandro literally says he couldn't imagine calling Ghost Simon and what happened?? Yeah, he was told only Johnny could do it.
More seriously, the two of them constantly try to take more. Soap spend an entire mission trying to get more info out of Ghost about himself for no discernable reason. Ghost teases him, but he also encourages it so they can continue talking, rather than forcibly changing the subject. Soap also wants things. He wants medals, he wants to know more, he wants and wants and Soap is one of the few people that Ghost does show a want to hang out with. He also asks him questions and talks casually with him and presumably sits with him on rides so they can have each other's attention.
PriceGhost as Pride. You see, what I started this conversation, my idea was that I feel Price and Ghost, together, would be more prideful than the other ships. I don't mean this as to say they themselves are prideful, though my wife's explanation of Ghost being a victim of self-glorifying and self-justification (I'm not sure I agree on self-devoting, though that may be because I don't believe Ghost actually talks about his issues that much, even if I use it for plot purposes).
To look deeper at it though, the two of them are some of the highest ranking (though not THE highest ranking) out of the ships. I think Ghost would have a hard time separating Price the Captain from Price the Boyfriend. He wouldn't want to look weak in front of the Captain of his force. For Price, I have similar arguments. It's why I never quite liked PriceGaz, cause I just don't see Price as being able to truly be himself around his inferiors. The two of them wouldn't be able to truly be themselves around each other until they got over their pride. For them, this is more in the fact that Pride is the folly of their relationship. Idk, I just have a lot of thoughts.
You covered AleGhost in more depth than I can but I would argue going after Valeria the way he did was done more in Wrath than Pride, though I understand that with the sins, they intrinsically affect each other and honestly these two (characters and the win itself) parallel each other so much most sins could be put here. But both of them are such angry people at times. I feel like this is one of the few relationships in the list where issues are brought up, rather than allowed to fester.
Ghost ships but theyâre themed as the seven deadly sins (PriceGhost is pride)
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I apologize for the wait! But the Halloween special is here! I wanted to surprise you guys and not tell you what fandom this fic was, leaving it a mysteryâŠBut now itâs here!! Itâs a part of my kiddo series!! I watched a ton of Scooby-Doo to properly get a feel for how the story plays out. So I reworked it a bunch of times. But itâs here!! Please enjoy this Scooby Doo Halloween story with you and the Scooby Doo gang!
Joining the Mysteryđđ§Ąđ»
Happy late Halloween everyone!!đ
Caregivers! Fred, Daphne, Velma, and Shaggy & GN Little! Reader (SFW!)
Tags- Scooby Doo typical scares, stolen stuffed animal, thumb sucking, cuddles, hugs, hand holding
It was getting kind of late, the sun was starting to set and the park was starting to die down.
I sat on the swings, lightly swinging back and forth with my stuffie in my lap. I didnât want the day to end! It was already such a nice day at the park.
But it was going to start getting dark soon and I didnât want to walk home alone in the dark. So reluctantly I got off the swings.
I grab my backpack and throw it over my shoulders before heading towards the park exit. ExceptâŠthereâs a rough group of people over by the exit. I pause for a moment, trying to figure out my next move.
I walked towards the exit thinking maybe I could keep my head down and just walk my way through without making eye contact or talking to anyone. But the moment I started to get closer they all started cracking jokes and teasing me.
âAwwww! Itâs the overgrown baby! Going home to Mommy and Daddy?â One said.
âYouâre out late! Isnât it past your bed time?â Another said.
Tears brimmed my eyes as they kept going on. Rather than continuing to deal with their rude comments I decided the best thing to do was to find another way out of the park.
I could hear them cracking jokes and calling out to me as I made my way towards the garden at the back of the park.
âWatch out baby! That garden is haunted!! The ghost of the garden will come and take you!â
Haunted? Thatâs so stupid. And ghost of the garden and even stupider nameâŠwait is stupider a word?
I unlock the fence and start walking into the garden. I remember when I was younger this garden was beautiful. Filled with flowers and butterflies. But now it was laid without flowers or butterflies or really anything.
Weeds and other plants wrap around the metal covers that are now rusted. The wooden benches now broken or splintered. The brick path cracked under my feet.
I made my way through, holding my stuffie close to me as I tried to reach the other end of the garden when suddenlyâŠ
âHAHAHAHAHA!!!!â A creepy laughter breaks the silence of the evening. There, in the path in front of me appearsâŠ.a ghost?!
âWHO IS IN MY GARDEN?!â He calls out with a haunting voice.
I scream, running as fast as I can back to the park and to the safety of the playground. I run and run and run as the ghost chases me. I can feel him right behind me.
I open the fence and trip, falling hard onto the mulch below.
âLike hey! Are you okay?â
Tears brim my eyes making it hard to see who said that. But soon a guy in a green shirt and his dog walk over to check on me.
âYou had a nasty fall there.â He helps me to sit on the mulch, âAre you hurt?â
âIâŠdonât knowâŠâ my voice sounds wobbly as tears stream down my face.
The dog comes over and licks my face, causing me to smile. I giggle as he keeps going on. âThatâs it Scoob! I think theyâre feeling better now.â
âJust sit down and take a deep breath.â Another woman says as she runs over to us. Sheâs wearing an orange sweater, a red skirt and thick glasses. âWhy were you running so fast?â
âS-Someone was chasing me.â I explain, âIt was a ghost.â
âA G-G-GHOST?!â The green shirt guy and the dog said at the same timeâŠ.wait the dog just talked?!
âYou mean the ghost of the garden?â Another guy runs over, a part of the friend group. Heâs wearing an ascot and a white shirt with blue pants.
Next to him, another girl with a purple dress. She ran over to me and kneels down. âYouâre okay. Just scared you huh?â She pulls down a tissue from her handbag and wipes the remaining tears away. âThere we are.â
She makes me feel better. I go to hold my stuffed animal close butâŠ
âMY STUFFIE!â I stand and run over to the fenceâs gate. âThe ghost! He-He mustâve taken it, I mustâve dropped itâŠIâŠIâŠâ
I start to get upset. âHe took my stuffieâŠ.â
âHey, hey, hey, itâs okay. Iâm so sorry. Come here.â The guy in the white shirt pulls me into a hug, holding onto me tightly. âWeâre going to get that stuffed animal back to you. I promise.â
âThatâs strange,â the girl in the orange sweater starts to say, âFirst Tommyâs soccer ball and now their stuffed animal. This ghost is not haunting as much as it robbing.â
âAnd like why a garden? Usually they haunt mansion type places.â The green shirt guy brought up.
âThereâs always been this legend that these grounds use to belong to a rich bachelor. He had this big mansion. And he was greedy, never letting anyone inside. After he died they turned it into a park for the public. And they say he haunts it because heâs angry everyone is on his property.â I explain to the group.
âThat must be the ghost!â The green shirt guy says worried.
âThereâs no such thing as ghosts. But there is someone who wants that garden all to themselves.â The orange shirt girl points out.
âGang, looks like we have a mystery on our hands!â The white shirt guy says with a smile, wrapping an arm around me.
âI was afraid heâd say thatâŠâ the green shirt guy says worried again.
âAnd since your stuffed animal is at stake, youâre a part of this too. What do you say? Would you like to help us and stop this ghost for good?â The purple dress girl asked.
They all look to me with hopeful expressions. I immediately not my head. âLetâs save my stuffie!â
âWeah!â The dog agreed, saying a yeah.
âWe havenât even introduced ourselves! Iâm Daphne.â The purple dress girl starts out saying.
âIâm Velma.â The orange sweater girl says after.
âIâm Fred.â The ascot guy introduces himself.
âIâm Shaggy.â The green shirt guy says, âAnd this is-.â
âScooby Dooby Dooo!!â The dog happily says.
âOr Scooby Doo for short.â Fred jokes. âWhatâs your name?â
âIâm Y/N.â I introduce myself.
âItâs nice to meet you Y/N. Welcome to the Mystery Gang!â I smile, feeling so accepted with them already.
âLike, I donât mean to interrupt this moment but Iâm getting kinda hungry! Why donât we go to the diner on 10th street?â Shaggy suggests.
âThatâs a great idea Shaggy! We can talk about the mystery and share all the details with Y/N so weâre all on the same page.â Velma smiles.
âCome on gang, letâs go to the mystery machine.â Fred leads the way as we start to walk out of the park and to the parking lot. There sits a van, but not the white creepy van type of van.
No, this van is groovy! Thereâs flowers on the side, with unique colors like turquoise and orange! It looks so cool. âY/N, you sit in the back with Shaggy and Scoob. Shaggy, make sure theyâre buckled up and safe.â Fred instructs.
âOf course man. Like safety first!â Shaggy opens the side door of the van for me. I sit between him and Scooby Doo, and like instructed, he leans over and helps me with my buckle.
Then it was off to the diner!
~~~
We get one big booth that fits all of us. I sit between Shaggy and Daphne.
My eyes almost pop out of my head as I watch Shaggy and Scooby try to eat this skyscraper tall sandwiches.
âI didnât know they made sandwiches that big!â I giggle.
âThey make them special for us!â Shaggy smiles before he absolutely devours his sandwich.
âWeah! Big wandwich!â Scooby adds before eating his.
I giggle some more watching them go at it.
Daphne taps my shoulder, âYou want anything to eat? Itâs almost dinner time.â
âIâm okayâŠâ I say a bit shy.
âY/N, order whatever you want! Itâs on us.â Fred smiles.
âNoâŠI couldnât-.â
âPlease, itâs our treat.â He smiles back.
I debate on refusing more but theyâre being so kind to me and it would be rude to refuse. âCould I have a milkshake? Strawberry please?â
Fred gives a gentle nod back, âOf course you can.â He pulls the waiter over and puts the order in for me.
âGreat choice Y/N! I looooooovvvvvvveeeee milkshakes myself!â Shaggy drapes his arm around me.
âReah! Rreat rhoice!â Scooby add, saying great choice.
âNow letâs get to what we know about this Ghost.â Velma starts saying. âWe know heâs based on a legend, he alway appears at night or close to it. And it seems like each person who sees him, drops something and he keeps it.â
âMaybe itâs something with the garden itself. Itâs been overkept for years.â I suggest.
âThatâs a good point Y/N.â Fred praises.
âWe talked with the mayor and he says itâs owned by the county, but since they donât have the resources or fund to take care of it, it will soon closed permanently to the public.â Daphne explain.
âWellâŠâ I start to say but look shy.
âWhat is it Y/N? Donât be shy. Weâre open to suggestions.â Fred smiles warmly.
âIf itâs going to be closedâŠthen we should see who would want the garden closed the most. Maybe someone chasing away anyone who wants to help?â
âLike great point Y/N!â Shaggy pats my back.
The waiter comes and drops off my milkshake. I thank him before taking a sip. âThis is amazing!â
âSee? I told you it was a great choice!â Shaggy smiles.
âWe should split up tomorrow. Shaggy, Scooby and Y/N. You go back to the park. See if maybe you can scope out any possible suspects walking around or talking about the garden. Velma you check the public records, Daphne and I will talk to the Mayor again, see if he knows any more.â Fred plans outs
I nod my head, turning back to my milkshake to find itâs all gone. I look shocked but only to see the grin on Scooby-Dooâs face. I giggle and shake my head. âScooby!â I playfully scold.
As they go about planning tomorrow, my eyes start to get heavy. I start to lean against Daphne, half listening to their conversation. My thumb finds its way to my mouth as I drift off in the diner.
I feel myself being carried and lifted from the booth. I wrap my arms around Fred as he carries me to van. I hear their hushed voices as he pulls the sliding door open and carefully puts me in the van.
Iâm sat right next to Scooby and Shaggy. I rest against Shaggyâs side and feel Scoob rest his head in my lap before drifting off once again.
~~~
True to our plan, we spit up into two teams the next day. Shaggy, Scooby Doo and I go back to the park while Daphne, Velma and Fred go back to talk to city hall.
As we approach the park I can see the usual rough group of people standing by the entrance to the park. I immediately look worried.
Shaggy takes my hand, seeing the panicked look on my face. âLike whatâs the matter?â
âThat group of people over there. Theyâre the reason I tried to walk through the garden yesterdayâŠthey always make fun of me and say rude thingsâŠsometimes they push or try to grab my stuff.â I look down.
âYou donât need to worry about them today. Scoob and I will protect you.â He reassures with a small squeeze to my hand.
âWeah!â Scooby echos.
As we approach the park I can hear their snickering and their teases. I brace myself for it untilâŠ
Scooby runs in front of us and starts growling and barking at them. âRUN!â One of them yells before they all disburse.
I smile, letting go of Shaggyâs hand to hug Scooby. âMy hero!â
Scooby giggles before licking my face again.
âIâve seen that guy before.â Shaggy points to one of the guys who ran away. âI saw his photo on the Mayorâs desk.â
âHe must be the Mayorâs son.â I suggest. âBut whatâs he doing here?â
âWey! Whoâs wat?â Scooby points out asking whoâs that?
Shaggy and I pick up our heads to see a woman walking in the garden. She kneels down by a planter box, planting fresh flowers.
âHuh? I didnât know they had a gardener.â I say confused. I mean if sheâs the gardener sheâs not doing a very good job of it. This place is overgrown and unkept.
âLetâs go talk to her. Maybe she knows whatâs going on.â I squeezes Shaggyâs hand.
âB-B-But the ghostâŠâ He says shaking.
âHe only comes out in the evening or the night and itâs still the morning! Come on!â
We brace ourselves and enter the garden. There we meet the woman planting the flowers. Upon talking to her we learn a lot.
She knows about the ghost and has been chased away herself! She plants new flowers here each week and finds them ripped away each time. Sheâs on a committee to help bring the garden back. But itâs been ignored by the Mayor and city hall.
We talk to her for a while before rejoining with the rest of the Mystery Gang and share the details.
âHuh?â Velma says, adjusting her glasses. âI think I know whoâs behind this mystery. But thereâs only one way to find outâŠâ
âWe have to set a trap!â Fred says excited. âAnd I know just how weâre going to do it!â
~~~
Honestly, this is the craziest trap Iâve ever seen. Fred has been kind and patient enough to explain it not once but about 4 times to me. And each time I still canât quite grasp it.
But simply put, from what I understand, Shaggy and Scooby are the bait. They get the ghost to chase them then this crazy trap gets sprung and then BAM! The ghost gets caught in a net.
We all wait in the garden, close by one another, waiting for Shaggy and Scooby to come running by. I hide being a large planter with Velma at my side.
I carefully peek my head out to see whatâs going on when I hear Shaggy and Scooby start yelling and running.
They run down the broken brick path of the garden and rightâŠ.into the trapâŠ.themselvesâŠ
Velma, Fred, Daphne and myself stand up and look shocked at the events. But we donât have much time to stay shocked as the ghost starts chasing us!!
*Cue Scooby Doo running sequence.*
We run up the garden, down the garden, left, right, we even run so much the ghost ends up in front of us?! Then we run the other way!
I run ahead, grabbing the rope from the net and pulling it tightly. When the ghost comes by it trips on the rope and falls to the ground. Scooby runs up behind me, grabbing the net and throwing it on the ghost. We caught the ghost!
The police arrive and hold the ghost in handcuffs. âNow itâs time to see whoâs really behind this haunting!â Velma announces before she takes the mask off.
And itâsâŠâŠ.THE MAYOR!
âThe Mayor?!â We all say in unison.
âThatâs right, Mayor Robertson. I became suspicious of the mayor when he said that the county didnât have the resources to handle cleaning the park. So I did some digging on the Mayor and found out if this garden was to close, he would get a bonus in his paycheck.â Velma starts to explain.
âThatâs why he dressed as a ghost, to scare anyone trying to fix the garden.â I start connecting the pieces.
âPrecisely Y/N! When he heard about a committee that looked to fit the garden, he started to dress as the ghost to scare away anyone trying to fix it.â Velma goes on to say.
âHe used his son as a way of getting the ghost name around town, refusing anyone to leave the park through the exit and instead by through the garden so theyâd run into him. Once theyâd start to go there, heâd use this,â Fred pulls a walkie talkie off the Mayor, âWalkie talkie to set up the scare.â
âB-But what about all the things he took? My stuffie?â I ask anxiously.
âThat would be here.â Daphne walks over to one of the planters, she reaches behind it and grabs a box. âI saw this while we were waiting for Shaggy and Scooby to spring the trap.â
She brushes off the dirt on top before opening the cover to reveal a box full of different objects. But sitting on top sat my beloved stuffie!
I gasp, grabbing the stuffed animal and holding it close. The Mystery Gang smile, all gathering around me.
âTaking stuffed animals? Scaring kids and teens? All just to get a bonus check huh?â The police man nudges the Mayor.
âAnd I wouldâve gotten away with it too if it werenât for those meddling kids!â The Mayor yells.
We all laugh but Scooby has the last say, âScooby-Dooby-Doo!â
~~~
As the Mayor is brought to the police car we all stand by the Mystery Machine. âIâve had so much fun with you guys! Thank you again for helping get my stuffie back.â
âOf course! Weâve loved having you around.â Daphne smiles.
âBut speaking of thatâŠwe wanted to askâŠâ Fred starts to lead on, âWe have an extra seat in our van and in our group. Youâve helped us so much with this mystery. We could use someone like you for the next one.â
I look in awe of the group, âReally? You donât care that I-.â
âRegress? Like no dude! If anything weâd love to help take care of you, especially on this mystery. Weâve had fun taking care of you! And weâd like to continue to.â Shaggy right away says.
âWhat do you say Y/N? Would you like to join us and solve some mysteries?â Velma asks with a smile as well.
I canât helps but smile and nod my head excitedly, âYes!! Yes! A million times yes!â
We all share a group hug together before we gather back into the van. Velma, Daphne and Fred in the front, with Shaggy, me and Scooby Doo.
The new Mystery Gang.đđ§Ą
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Thoughts on latest HB ep "Ghostf**kers" (*now that I've regained a bit more energy post-Halloween weekend lol*):
So the newest ep of HB has came & went from what I've seen- aaaand naturally feels like the best time for me to finally ramble about it now that its settled in my brain some more .3. Thoughts (+Spoilers) below~ NOTE: Most of this -does- get a lil rant-y below sooo... read at your own risk lol .w.;;
First things out of the way to start things off on a good note, the Pros:
To start off with... FINALLY we got some Millie focus for a major episode plot (-or more specifically, focus that doesn't get revolved back to Moxxie somehow lol)đđđ. Even if she still lowkey had to share the spotlight with Blitz, their friendship actually felt pretty sweet & compelling the more I watched them (esp their backstory & how Millie was allowed to stand up for herself + while also acknowledging the good in Blitz, once they talked things out đ„șđ). Which ngl, after these previous episodes reigning down HARD on this dude... idk, just felt refreshingly wholesome to see for this series, yknow?đ
New villain Rolando was pretty cool, and surprisingly spooky to watch as the second-half went on oml- .o.;; While I'm still a teensy bit confused how his powers/demon lore work (at least to what we already know about Hell limitations crossing to the human world, ex. succubi & their crystals), his underwater monster vibe gave some fun visuals to watch up until the climax. I'm not 100% familiar with John Waters' works, but damnnn he should take up voice-acting more often ngl~ đ
FINALLY MAMA TILLA MAKES AN (on-screen) APPEARANCE đđHer whole vibe & Blitz's clear love and regret over what happened to her... hhhhh my whole heart ;n; đ
That pink client lady (Rita, I think her name is?) who assigned the hotel mission? I dig her vibe, its cute~ :3
I.M.P. feeling like a legitimate workplace family for once, with even Loona & Moxxie getting a nice lil moment towards the end?? More. Of this. Please. đđ
Even with the lil undertones of the Stol*itz drama from the past couple eps, I very much appreciate Blitz (+the show itself) acknowledging that what's been going is NOT a breakup ('cause... yknow, they never actually dated to begin with lolđ€·ââïž). It may not 100% fix how messy that particular narrative's been handled as of late (which I'll get to in a sec-), but eh... its a start in the right direction, I guess? .3.
Enjoyed all the colorful flashback looks given, never would I have thought I needed mercenary!Millie with a fluffy ponytail til nowww hlkjlkđ©â€ïž
Aaaand as for the not-so-good bits (imo), aka the Cons:
Pacing felt kiiiinda all-over-the-place, I'll admit; like one min we're wasting a good chunk on Blitz's whining fest at the start (+some other pointless banter at the hotel), then the next it feels like we're breezing past Rolando's presence as the "big bad" by the end. Which... I guess I shouldn't be too harsh on given the production drama behind-the-scenes (aka: the leaked content that had to be cut & redone awhile back)... buuuut yeah, its just one of those things you can't help but notice either way đ€·ââïž
Humor-wise wasn't... exactly at its strong point here, mainly just a lil overdone in the sex joke department imo though I guess thats also a bit par-for-the-course in a series like Hellaverse ngl- lol
Now, idk if this may be an unpopular opinion or not; but was I the only one who felt like Blitz's month-long mope fest over Stolas pretty... OOC, all things considered? .-. Like, okay its one thing for Blitz to still be understandably upset over how the last two eps went down (but being the "boss" he is, continues working anyway to keep I.M.P. afloat, as seen in the HB shorts)... but for Blitz of all people to just randomly use ALL his company's funds on useless junk, force his daughter Loona to stay up all night/not go home, drive Moxxie in a panic from all the budgeting issues this past month was just... wut- đ€Šââïž ...Mind you, this is meant to be the SAME Blitz who not even a few episodes ago begged Stolas to not take away the Grimoire (aka the key to his + his employee's livelihood), clearly being willing to do anything to not lose all he holds dear. You seriously expect me to believe he'd be the type to throw that all away (for a WHOLE month) to whine over some blue-blooded bird not noticing him? ...Yeaaaaah sorry, but I'm gonna have to call bs on that, chief đ
Kiiiinda tying in the last point, but as much as I enjoyed the tense thills gained from the "Rolando enters Blitz' mind to make him see his own flaws/past mistakes" sequence... I do have a few issues with some of these other "flashbacks" added to the mix: 1) Loona's groin kick towards Blitz in "Seeing Stars" (*wasn't Blitz's fault since ALL he did was tell her to be nice to clients... and was right about to apologize to Loona just seconds before the kick đ*) 2) Blitz pushing Stolas' hand away in "Ozzies" (*which Blitz only did after Stolas hide his face away/didn't defend Blitz during the song*) 3) Stolas' hurt face at the end van scene of "Ozzie's" (*mind you, taking place while Blitz is rightfully standing up for himself/telling off Stolas for being a privileged creep all of S1*) 4) Stolas trying to present the Asmodean Crystal gift in "Full Moon" (*a whoooole mess in of itself I already covered prior-*) 5) Stolas angrily walking away from their pool fight + trash-talking Blitz in the "Motherf**kers" song + drunk whining + making out with a whole other dude in front of Blitz (*again, a huge mess I covered prior but TL;DR... most of that WASN'T fully-Blitz's fault in those instances??đ*)
Like... I dunno man, I don't mean to sound like I'm just ragging on Stolas per-episode as of late... but these last few points just keep giving me mixed signals than any genuine "hope" for him & Blitz to work out romantically tbhđ. For any canon couple in fiction, I WANT to see reasons for why they work best together, what kind of interests/aspects they've got in-common, what special "spark" is there that helps them stand out above all the other dynamics out there... but from what I see so far on Blitz's end, it honestly feels more like he's only gained these "feelings" for Stolas out of guilt... not because he actually wants him for him, y'know? :/ Which... ngl, sounds like a really sad precedent to send for a main-endgame couple, imho... đ€·ââïž
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Soooo yeah, all that rant-y rambling aside... not a bad ep in the grand scheme of things! đđHere's hoping the last few remaining eps (+possible shorts) for S2 keeps up the good work! đ
#helluva boss#hellaverse#helluva boss opinions#helluva boss review#helluva boss spoilers#helluva boss critical#(*this ain't meant to be a full-on critical blog btw- but for this review in-partular... yeaah it may be best to just mark it as such lol*#(*I -did- still enjoy the ep nonetheless btw so don't be too mad pls TwT*)
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the devil you know, avengers
pairing: avengers x fem!reader
synopsis: the avengers seem really desperate as they come to youâthe person who went under their skin like no one else to help them win against hydra. while they are walking on eggshells around you, you are having fun causing chaos.
warnings: mentions of y/n (maybe), blood, violence, gore
word count: 3.5k
chapter: 6/?
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â â â â â â â â â â YOU WOKE UP FEELING better than the night before. The weight of your past still lingered, but you'd managed to shove it back into the shadows where it belonged. You werenât going to let it consume you. Not today. Today, you were back in control.
The cuffs were still locked around your wrists, the familiar, metallic weight always present, always suppressing the power that constantly hummed beneath your skin. You never had a choice in the matterâone of the Avengers would have to unlock them for you when the time came. But it didnât matter right now. You were used to them.
As you made your way to the briefing room, you casually let the cuffs clink together, the sound echoing down the hall. You knew it would annoy the team, which was exactly why you did it. Might as well make an entrance.
Sure enough, as you pushed the door open and stepped inside, the collective sound of groans and sighs greeted you. Tony was seated at the head of the table, eyes glued to his tablet, while Natasha, Clint, Bucky, Sam, and Steve were all scattered around the room, already deep into their discussion.
Without missing a beat, you made your presence known by dropping into an empty chair with a loud clink of your cuffs against the table. âMiss me?â you asked, your tone dripping with sarcasm as you leaned back, folding your arms behind your head.
Tony didnât even look up. âYou ever enter a room without making a scene?â
âWhy would I? Lifeâs more fun when youâre dramatic,â you quipped, tapping the cuffs together again, just to get on his nerves.
Clint shot you a glare, but it was more playful than serious. âDo you have to do that?â
You smirked. âOh, was that bothering you? My bad.â
Steve finally stepped forward, arms crossed, looking as serious as ever. âAlright, letâs get started.â
Tony flicked a few holographic displays into the air with a casual wave of his hand. âSo, as you know, our lovely friend hereâ âhe gave a quick nod in your directionâ âretrieved some decent intel from Hydra. Some of itâs encrypted, but weâve already cracked most of it.â
You leaned back in your chair, eyes on the holograms. It was good to see the focus back on Hydra and not⊠well, not on you.
âTurns out,â Tony continued, âHydraâs been working on something big. Bigger than we thought. Theyâve got new techâstuff we havenât seen before. Weapons capable of destabilizing entire cities. Itâs not just about targeting governments or military sites anymore. They want to cause mass chaos.â
Natasha leaned forward, studying the maps. âTheir operations are spread thin, though. Theyâre pushing too hard, too fast. They canât hold onto all this territory.â
âWhich is where we come in,â Steve added, pointing to a section of the map. âWe hit their key locations, cut off their supply lines, and cripple their command structure.â
âSounds like a blast,â you said, leaning forward to get a better look at the holograms. âSo, where do I get to have fun?â
Tony raised an eyebrow, glancing at you. âYour definition of fun tends to involve blowing things up.â
âAnd your point?â
âNothing,â Tony said with a smirk, swiping at the display to pull up more detailed files. âJust making sure we know what weâre dealing with.â
The conversation flowed smoothly, and for once, you didnât feel the weight of everyoneâs attention pressing down on you. No one treated you any differentlyâat least, not much. Steve was still all business, Natasha was her usual sharp, observant self, and Clint, well, Clint never gave you a break. That was normal.
But Bucky⊠there was something in the way he watched you, something that wasnât hostility. He wasnât glaring. He wasnât throwing daggers at you from across the room. Instead, he seemed⊠curious. Not pitying, not judging. Just trying to figure something out.
You didnât like it.
So, naturally, you shot him a grin. âWhatâs the matter, Barnes? Finally come around to my charm?â
Bucky blinked, clearly caught off guard, and for a split second, he looked like he didnât know how to respond. âNo.â
âWell, thatâs disappointing,â you said, leaning back with a fake sigh. âI thought we were making progress.â
Clint snorted. âYouâve got a weird way of measuring progress.â
âProgress is subjective,â you said, and that earned a few smirks from the team. You could feel the tension easing, and thatâs how you liked it. Distractions. Jokes. Keep it light, keep it moving.
Steve pointed at another section of the map. âThereâs one more thing. Hydraâs central hub for communications. Itâs buried deep underground in a classified location. Weâve intercepted some chatter, and if we can hit that base, we might be able to knock out their entire intel network.â
âThatâs our next target,â Natasha added, eyes sharp. âBut we need to move quickly. Hydra knows weâre onto them.â
âGreat,â you said, rubbing your hands together. âCanât wait.â
As the meeting went on, you noticed something: no one brought up your past. Not a single mention of the files or your connection to Hydra. You knew they had seen it by nowâthey had to have. And yet, nothing. Steve didnât ask. Natasha didnât probe. Bucky didnât push.
Maybe they were just giving you space, or maybe they understood that you werenât ready to talk about it. Whatever the reason, you were grateful. You werenât ready to deal with questions, and you sure as hell werenât about to show any cracks.
By the end of the meeting, the team had laid out the next steps, and Tony was already preparing to crack more of the encrypted files. You stood up from your chair, stretching as you glanced around the room.
âWell, looks like Iâve got some time to kill before we go blow up a Hydra base. Anyone up for poker?â you asked, a grin spreading across your face.
Sam shook his head, laughing. âIâm not losing any more money to you.â
âYour loss,â you said with a shrug, heading for the door. âBut donât say I didnât offer.â
As you left the room, you felt that familiar sense of control settle back into place. You were back to being you. The sarcastic comments, the cocky attitudeâit was all armor, but it was armor you knew how to wear well. You werenât going to let anyone see the cracks. Not now, not ever.
And if they suspected anything? Well, youâd just have to keep them guessing.
The next mission kicked off early the following day, and unlike the usual plan of sending you in solo to do the sneaky, chaotic work, this time the entire team was with you. It was rare for everyone to hit the field at once, but Hydraâs operation was too big, too dangerous to risk any mistakes. You didnât mindâhaving the Avengers at your back meant more targets, more action, and of course, more chances to annoy the hell out of them.
The mission had been going smoothly, at least for the first part. The team moved like a well-oiled machine, each of you knowing your role. You were no exception, even if your powers were still suppressed by the cuffs locked around your wrists. But you didnât let that stop you. Instead, you leaned into your usual brand of annoying commentary, letting your voice fill the comms with quips and sarcastic remarks to keep everyone on their toes.
"Any chance we can make this a little harder?" you muttered, flipping a Hydra soldier over your shoulder with ease. "Iâm starting to get bored."
âDonât jinx it,â Natasha warned, knocking out a guard with a swift elbow to the temple. âWeâve still got the hard part ahead.â
You clinked your cuffs against each other, deliberately irritating Clint, who shot you an exasperated look as he fired off a few arrows. âAre you seriously doing that now?â
You smirked, shrugging. âYou know me. Gotta find some way to entertain myself while you all hog the fun.â
The team had split into two groups once inside the facility. You, Clint, Sam, and Steve were tasked with disabling Hydraâs weapon supply, while Tony, Natasha, and Bucky went after the intel. The plan was straightforward, at least for now. But you knew better than anyone that Hydra had a way of turning straightforward into a nightmare at a momentâs notice.
And it did.
As you and the others pushed deeper into the base, Hydra soldiers came at you in waves. It was fine at firstâmanageable. But soon, the corridors were swarming with them. You fought them off with every ounce of skill you had, but without your powers, it was harder to keep up the momentum.
âGuys,â Sam called from above, using his wings to stay out of reach of the Hydra soldiers, âitâs getting real crowded down here.â
âIâve noticed!â Steve grunted, knocking out another guard as they just kept coming.
âCould really use a power boost right about now,â you muttered, driving your knee into a soldierâs stomach and slamming him into the floor.
âIâll handle that,â Tonyâs voice cut through the comms. âFRIDAY, release the cuffs.â
With a satisfying click, the cuffs around your wrists fell away, and instantly, you felt the rush of power flood back into you. The shadows around you twitched and stirred like old friends returning from a long vacation.
âAh, much better,â you said with a grin as you launched into action. The shadows coiled around you like extensions of your body, yanking Hydra soldiers into the darkness before they could react.
âShow-off,â Clint grumbled, firing an arrow that exploded in a burst of smoke.
âJealous?â you quipped, sweeping another soldier off his feet with a tendril of shadow. âI can teach you how to be cool later.â
âYou wish.â
Despite the banter, things were heating up. Hydra wasnât pulling any punches, and it became clear that they werenât just trying to slow you downâthey were trying to wipe you out. The team fought hard, but there were too many of them.
âBehind you!â Steve shouted suddenly.
You turned just in time to see a Hydra soldier charging at Clint with a weapon raised, ready to strike. Without thinking, you acted.
Throwing yourself in front of Clint, you summoned the shadows to wrap around the soldierâs legs, yanking him to the ground. But just as you moved to strike, a searing pain shot through your legâa Hydra soldier behind you had gotten off a lucky shot with an energy weapon, the blast catching you in the thigh.
The impact sent you stumbling, your vision going white with pain for a split second. But you held your ground, gritting your teeth as you knocked the soldier away and slumped against the wall, one hand clutching your leg where blood was already soaking through the fabric of your suit.
Clint, who had been busy dealing with another guard, turned just in time to see what had happened. His eyes widened. âWhat the hell, man?!â
You gave him a strained smile, trying to play it off. âJust⊠you know. Thought you could use a hand.â
He glanced at the wound in your leg, his expression shifting from confusion to something almost like concern. âYouâre hit.â
âWow, youâre observant,â you muttered, wincing as you tried to stand up straight. The pain was sharp, but manageable. âIâm fine. Really.â
Steve appeared at your side, his shield held up to deflect another round of shots from the Hydra soldiers swarming around you. âWe need to fall back. Youâre injured.â
âI said Iâm fine,â you repeated, trying to push the pain away as you summoned more shadows to keep the guards at bay. âJust a scratch.â
Clint raised an eyebrow. âYou call that a scratch?â
âSure. Why not?â
Despite the sarcasm, you could feel the wound slowing you down. Every step was agony, but you werenât about to let the others see how much it hurt. Youâd already saved Clintâs lifeâno point making a big deal out of the fact that youâd taken a hit for it.
âAlright, letâs finish this,â you grunted, waving the others ahead. âI can still fight.â
âYouâre not going anywhere with that leg,â Steve said, clearly not buying your bravado.
âI can keep up, Rogers. Trust me.â You tried to push forward, but the pain flared up again, and you stumbled slightly.
Clint caught your arm, steadying you with a scowl. âYeah, youâre not fine.â
âIâm still standing, arenât I?â you shot back, though you knew you werenât exactly proving your point.
Before either of you could argue further, Tonyâs voice cut through the comms again. âWeapons system is down. We need to meet up at the extraction point, now.â
âCopy that,â Steve said, his voice tight. âWeâre moving out.â
The team regrouped quickly, and despite your injury, you insisted on pulling your weight as you limped along with the others. Clint kept throwing you glances, like he expected you to collapse at any second, but you ignored him, focusing on getting to the exit before Hydra could regroup.
By the time you reached the quinjet, you were drenched in sweat, the pain in your leg pulsing with every step. You staggered up the ramp, trying not to let it show, but as soon as you were inside, you collapsed onto one of the seats, your breath ragged.
Natasha, who had been helping to cover the retreat, took one look at you and raised an eyebrow. âWhat happened to you?â
âNothing I canât handle,â you muttered, wincing as you pressed a hand to the wound in your leg.
Clint shook his head, sitting down across from you. âThey took a hit saving my ass.â
Natashaâs eyes flicked between the two of you, and for a moment, she looked like she wanted to say somethingâprobably some comment about heroics and recklessnessâbut she held back. Instead, she nodded and turned to help with the takeoff.
Tony was the last to board, hovering just above the ramp. âAlright, everyone in one piece?â
âMore or less,â you muttered under your breath.
Tony glanced at you, his face hidden behind the mask of his suit, but you could practically feel his eye-roll. âNice work out there. Try not to die before we get back, okay?â
âNo promises,â you replied, leaning back as the quinjet took off, the adrenaline finally wearing off as the pain settled in. Youâd taken a hit, sure, but you werenât about to let it slow you down.
And at least Clint was still breathing.
That was a win in your book.
By the time the quinjet neared the Avengers compound, the adrenaline that had been keeping you going finally ran out. The pain in your leg had become a constant throb, and your vision blurred around the edges. You tried to shake it off, to stay focused, but the exhaustion weighed down on you like a lead blanket. Every breath felt heavier, harder to draw in.
âHey, you good over there?â Clint asked, glancing at you from his seat across the quinjet.
âYeah, just⊠tired,â you muttered, your voice quieter than you intended. âNo big deal.â
But it was a big deal. You could feel yourself slipping. The room swayed, and you blinked rapidly, trying to stay conscious, but the darkness creeping in from the edges of your vision was relentless. You slumped back in your seat, your head lolling to the side as your body gave in to the exhaustion and pain.
âUh, guys?â Clintâs voice came again, a little more urgent this time. âI think weâve got a problem.â
You barely registered his words before everything went black.
When you woke up, everything was a blur of voices and movement. You were vaguely aware of someone speakingâTony, maybe?âand the familiar sound of the quinjetâs engines humming beneath you. But you couldnât move, couldnât open your eyes.
"FRIDAY, check her vitals," Tonyâs voice cut through the haze.
"Vitals are dropping," FRIDAY replied. "She's lost a significant amount of blood. She needs immediate medical attention."
There was a pause, and then another voiceâSteve, calm but tense. "We need to get her to the medbay. Now."
You felt strong arms lift you off the seat, cradling you carefully but firmly. It wasnât rough, but the movement sent a sharp jolt of pain through your leg, dragging you further out of the fog.
"Barnes, youâve got her?" Tony asked, and you felt a shift in the air around you.
"Yeah," Bucky replied, his voice steady. "Iâve got her."
Buckyâs metal arm was cool against your skin, and despite the haze, you could feel how careful he was with you. He wasnât his usual stiff self, the one who acted like you were a problem waiting to happen. This was different.
As the quinjet landed, Bucky carried you down the ramp, the world a blur of lights and voices around you. You werenât fully aware of it, but you felt the rush of movement as the others cleared a path toward the medbay. You heard Steve barking orders, and then Tony was there, walking alongside Bucky, his voice calm but serious.
"Get Helen Cho on standby," Tony said to FRIDAY. "We need her in the medbay ASAP."
Your vision swam again, and for a moment, you lost track of time. When you came to, you were lying on a medbay bed, the cold metal of the table beneath you strangely comforting. The hum of machines filled the room, and the faint scent of antiseptic told you that you were in safe hands.
When you finally woke up, it took a second to remember where you were. The medbay was quiet, save for the faint beeping of a monitor nearby. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the bright lights above you, and then turned your head to the side.
Dr. Helen Cho stood nearby, looking through a tablet, her brow furrowed in concentration. You recognized her immediately, even through the post-mission haze. She had a reputation for being the best in her field, but right now, she just looked incredibly focusedâand, if you were being honest, annoyingly attractive.
You grinned, the familiar cocky smirk returning as you found your voice. âWell, this is a nice way to wake up. Did you personally request to treat me, or is that just a bonus?â
Helen glanced up from her tablet, her expression changing from professional focus to a sly smile. âYouâre awake, then. Good. I thought you mightâve decided to sleep through the whole thing.â
âI figured Iâd give you a chance to admire my rugged good looks while I was out,â you said, your tone teasing as you leaned back into the pillow. âBut Iâm happy to keep you company now that Iâm awake.â
She chuckled, setting the tablet down on the counter beside you. âIâll admit, youâre not the worst patient Iâve had. But maybe save the flirting until after Iâm done making sure youâre not going to bleed out.â
You raised an eyebrow, ignoring the dull ache in your leg. âWho says I canât multitask? I can flirt and recover at the same time. You know, efficient use of my talents.â
Helen shook her head, clearly amused. âYouâre something else, arenât you?â
âI try,â you said, flashing her a grin. âGotta keep things interesting around here. Though Iâd be happy to hear your assessment of my⊠condition. Iâm sure youâve seen worse, but I bet I look really good while injured.â
She leaned over you, mockingly serious for a second. âOh, no doubt. The blood really brings out your eyes.â
You were about to fire back another comment when the door slid open, and Bucky walked in, clearly not in the mood for banter.
âAlright, lovebirds, thatâs enough,â Bucky said, raising an eyebrow at the two of you. âThis is a medbay, not a date.â
You glanced at him with a smirk. âJealous, Barnes?â
Bucky crossed his arms, unimpressed. âPlease. Iâm just here to make sure you donât annoy the person whoâs keeping you alive.â
Helen chuckled softly and stood back up, her expression turning more professional. âShe's fine now. The wound was clean, no permanent damage. Just need to stay off her feet for a while.â
Bucky shot you a knowing look. âHear that? That means no running off. Doctorâs orders.â
You raised your hands in mock surrender, trying not to wince at the soreness in your leg. âFine, fine. Iâll take it easy.â
âGood,â Bucky said, though there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. âBecause I donât feel like dragging your unconscious body back to the med bay again anytime soon.â
Helen smiled at you, a teasing glint still in her eyes as she picked up her tablet. âIâll leave you in Bucky's capable hands, then.â
You nodded, closing your eyes as the exhaustion finally caught up to you. Youâd done your part, and for now, that was enough.
Before sleep fully claimed you, you couldnât resist one last comment.
âHey, Barnes?â
He stopped, turning back. âYeah?â
âTell Helen she can come check on me anytime.â
Bucky rolled his eyes. âGet some sleep.â
And with that, you drifted off, a satisfied smirk still on your face.
#marvel#mcu#marvel mcu#marvel cinematic universe#the avengers#avengers x reader#avengers imagine#avengers x y/n#avengers x you#tony stark#steve rogers#bucky barnes#james bucky barnes#natasha romanoff#clint barton#bruce banner#sam wilson#bucky x reader
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so....... what would you guys say if i said that........ ive been writing a fic...... thats not icft....... but its jungkook x f!reader being idiots in love...... friends to lovers........ with angst bc if you dont know already i am A SUCKER for angst......... and that it currently has 8k words and im just halfway through.................................
like........ what would you say.
#stxrvel talks#im still writing for icft dw!#i just get random ideas some days and am like i should definitely write this RN#sometimes i just get a drabble#this story was like 4k words yesterday#and im really liking it so i thought maybe i can finish it and publish it as a oneshot#cause i know already series are HARD for me#in case you didnt know i have a LOT of unfinished series#i can do mini series tho#thats why im trying to think of this one as a oneshot#it is actually its not that deep#i just wanted to write some angst with miscommunication because thats the common misunderstanding in my life#and im very familiar with that#sadly#well anyways i got carried away#i just wanted to know if you guys would like to read something like that#i know there are some more incredible authors out there that have similar concepts#but would you like to read it from my perspective?#i dont know now how ill be doing if i dont get your answers omg hahaha#so embarrassing#WELL ANYWAYS hope you have a great night or day#whenever you read this#ill put the hashtag just in case#jungkook x reader
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The reason watching Yakuza gameplays is dangerous is cause you'd be watching all willy-nilly then suddenly the guy will go,,,
"DAMN, KIRYU HAS ASS"
#ryu ga gotoku#like a dragon infinite wealth#lad infinite wealth#kazuma kiryu#I'm begging y'all to go watch rangugamer's yakuza 8 series if you know Spanish#it's already hard enough for me to find a youtuber i like who makes yakuza videos#even less so in Spanish cause sadly the games are not very popular here#only 7+8+the Judgments are translated into Spanish so that's gotta be why#but still
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Sohei đ€ Kazama: Bad dads
who even IS a good dad in this series like who even is a dad that we can all look at and go 'now THATS a good dad right there'
#snap chats#this is a trick question of course. i ALWAYS mean arakawa is number one peepaw in my heart#but fr like date / the florist / yuta's bitchass dad......#a good dad is hard to come by in this series...... and when we do he gets dumped in the fucking BAY GOD DAMMIT#see every time i want to call jo a good dad i hear my bestie come from the top rope with 'he put a baby in a locker'#CAUSE ITS AN AWKWARD MOMENT NOW INNIT. TERRIBLE start to fatherhood and being gone for five years is ALSO p rough#like its such a paradox because yes jo was there for near four decades for masato when he didnt have to#but he was also the reason why he had to be there for masato yk what i mean. also Thats His Kid#hes not a step dad he's the dad that came back with the milk ykwim#I THINK credit should be accredited when its due like at least he was ready to sacrifice the rest of his life to make up for his mistake#and its not like he thinks he'll ever be forgiven by. Whatever Entity decrees someone is forgiven or not#so its not like he'd even call himself a good dad â ïžâ ïž#so yk what. im gonna put him in the Ironically A Solid Dad corner#at least until rgg gives me the househusband special where jo gotta babysit masato for a day... yeah id pay for that#most of these tags are about jo what the fuck else is new. he stimulates my brain leave me alone#i dont wanna talk about kiryu being a dad i already know there's a sniper light on the back of my head#my point is rgg is gooddadphobic
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AND GOD KNOWS I'M TRYIN', BUT THERE'S JUST NO USE IN DENYING... â€ïžïžïžïž THE OTAKU IS MINE â€ïžïž
âŻïžïž OTAKU!GOJO X BIMBO!READER SERIES
bunny, how on earth did you end up dating this huge otaku nerd? urgh, you actually like him and match his freak too? and he buys you what?! omg! what will your friends think?!
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đŠ genre: college au
đŠ ratings: 18+MDNI. unprotected, ecchi gojo, dubcon, cnc, bdsm, puppy play, public sex, creampies, spanking, sugar daddy/baby dynamics, edging, squirting, threesums, femdom, the ridiculous ass pervy pet names gojo gives you & reader is called 'bunny' in lieu of 'y/n'. each story will have warnings on its story page.
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đ„đŻđ„ đ: â DIGIMONâBUT MAKING U CUM IS MY REAL HOBBY! â
đŠ your best friend gojo is a hopeless otaku virgin with zero rizz that's still obsessed with digimonâdespite being a grown ass man. you're a slut who despite her best whoring effortsâcan't cum. you'll take his v-card and he'll fix your broken pussy, deal? âŻïžïž plays: 13.3k
đ„đŻđ„ đ: â STICKS N' STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT CHAINS N' WHIPS EXCITE ME! â
đŠ so now that you have a filthy rich boyfie who is completely obsessed with you and has moved you into his house, you're winning, right? or you will be at leastâ if can survive a trip to the sex dungeon. don't worry it's professionally sanitized after each use! ...what? that's not what you're worried about? oh... âŻïžïž plays: lvl in-progress
đ„đŻđ„ đ: â AND ALL OF THAT WAS OKAY, CAUSE IT WAS IN A 3-WAY!â
đŠ the three of you: you, gojo and geto are like peas in a pod, especially since its summer! and if two of you start f*cking in that pod well its only natural that the third want to join in, right? besides, you both already want to f*ck him. just make sure your current boyfie doesn't get too jealous from how hard you are moaning on your other besties' joystick. your only his ecchi angel, remember? âŻïžïž plays: lvl in-progress
đ„đŻđ„ đ: â IN THE BEDROOM I BE SCREAMIN', BUT OUTSIDE I KEEP IT QUIETâOR TRY TO AT LEAST!â
đŠ you can only keep your relationship underwraps from the rest of your friend group for so long. but you need to ease them into the idea first! although, when there's a yacht party for nanami's bday how is your uber clingy otaku boyfie supposed to keep his hands off of you when you're looking like the most perfect pervy princess in that itty bitty swimsuit? âŻïžïž plays: lvl in-progress
đ„đŻđ„ đ: â YEAH, HE MY MAN, HE WAS NEVER YO TYPE! â
đŠ school is back! thankfully you somehow manage to instill some kind of decency into your otaku boyfie over the summer so he can come across as normal enough to make his own friends. but did you do too good of a job? wait, he actually has a lil rizz now? you mean you aren't the only girl attracted to him anymore... hol'up! âŻïžïž plays: lvl in-progress
đ„đŻđ„ đ: â MOVE IT UP, DOWN, LEFT, RIGHT, OHâSWITCH IT UP LIKE NINTENDO! â
đŠ hey, when did you become freaker than your otaku boyfie? so he caught you touching yourself to his femdom p0rn when he came back early from a business trip? yikes! now he wants to try it out with you? don't worry you will do a great job training your new play puppy boyfie! âŻïžïž plays: lvl in-progress
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You introduce your husband as your "boyfriend" to annoy them.
Anon! This prompt has me screaming! I really enjoyed writing for this one because it's such a fun idea. Sure, our 141 boys might be a little mad that they aren't being called by their proper title, but you know they'll just love punishing you for it.
I went a little different with this one. Instead of introductions, I made it so that reader is constantly referring to them as "boyfriend" in public settings. Depending on the situation, introductions wouldn't make sense if it was with friends, family, or coworkers because they would likely already know that they're "husband" and not "boyfriend." So i changed it up a bit in that way!
Some of these fall into spicy territory without being descriptive.
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Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): canon-typical swearing, suggestive themes, non-descriptive mentions of sex, fade to black, brief dirty talk
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Simon "Ghost" Riley
Simon shakes his head and you roll your eyes.
âWe can ask someone for help,â you suggest, scanning the massive wall of televisions.
Simon grunts and crosses his arms. âNo.â
Sometimes Simonâs stubbornness is cuteâeven sexyâbut right now youâre just annoyed with him. It makes you want to stir up trouble, to cause a little chaos just for the fun of it. Pouting, you turn, eyes narrowing to find an associate of the electronics store. When you spot one near the HDMI cables, you take off, not caring if Simon follows.
âExcuse me.â
The manâs head perks up. âHow can I help you?â
You gesture behind you, your hand smacking into Simonâs chest. âMy boyfriendââ
âBoyfriend?â growls Simon, but you ignore him.
ââcanât decide on a television.â
Simon is not your boyfriend. Heâs your husband. But heâs being stubborn, not making a decision, and you want out of this store.
Shifting, you place one hand on Simonâs large bicep, grinning like you havenât done anything at all. Simonâs hand immediately grabs your ass, squeezing hard. A warning. One that you ignore.
âI can help with that,â replies the associate. You glance at the manâs nametag. Jim.
âThank you so much, Jim.â You lean against Simon, giving Jim your best smile. âGetting this guy to commit to anything is so hard sometimes, ya know?â
Jim makes a noncommittal noise as he walks toward the wall of televisions. You start to follow but Simonâs hold on your ass tightens, keeping you pressed against him. Simon leans down, his lips brushing against your ear.
âWhat are you doing?â he whispers.
You elbow Simon in the side but itâs not hard. He lets go, keeping close to you as the two of you follow Jim over to the televisions. Standing back, you watch with glee as Simon is forced to talk to Jim. You stay out of it, but notice Simonâs gaze switching to you every so often.
You already know what heâs thinking. Heâll likely want to punish you, and sometimes those punishments are so sweet.
Once Simon selects something and the two of you are at the car, there is no safety net. Simon shuts the trunk and then youâre pressed against the car, your body trapped between it and Simonâs massive form.
âBoyfriend?â he accuses.
You shrug. âWhat do you mean?â
The growl in Simonâs throat comes out a groan. âGet in the car.â He lightly slaps your ass as you open the passenger door.
As you start to slide in, Simonâs hand returns, this time slipping under your skirt to find your thin, lace underwear. He tugs sharply, ripping the fabric.
âSimon!â
He stuffs the underwear into his pocket. âYou donât need these.â You feel your face growing hot.
Simon shuts your car door and walks around the driverâs side, hopping in. He reaches out, placing one large hand on your bare thigh. It roams upward, squeezing, sending a shiver of lust up your body to make your head spin. âWhen we get home, Iâm fucking that boyfriend nonsense right out of you.â
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
âIâm so sorry, but this isnât what my boyfriend ordered.â
Kyle frowns and glances up from his phoneâs screen. Thatâs your voice he hears, but the term of address isnât right.
Boyfriend. Not husband, as it fucking should be.
Kyle glances in your direction but youâre not looking at him. Youâre smiling sweetly at the barista behind the counter.
âIt should be hot. Not iced. I might have messed up. Iâm so sorry. I can pay for another.â You raise your hands in a placating gesture but the barista doesnât appear fazed at all.
âNo biggie. Keep that one. Wonât take me more than a minute or two.â
âThank you so much.â You glance at Kyle, and your smirk tells him all he needs to know.
Youâre being a tease. Youâre doing this on purpose. The drink order is wrong, and youâre using this as an excuse to poke at him.
Kyle locks his phone and casually slides it into his pocket. Do you think youâre going to annoy him by doing this? Maybe. The little smirk on your face tells him thatâs entirely what you have in mind.
But the joke is on you. Doesnât matter if you refer to him as âboyfriend,â because all itâll earn you is a punishment.
As the barista slides the new drink across the counter to you, you thank them profusely. âThank you so much. My boyfriend will really appreciate it.â
The barista only nods and turns back to the espresso machine.
As you approach with the coffee, Kyle gentle removes the drink from your grasp.
âBoyfriend?â he asks, amused.
You shake your head like you have no idea what heâs on about. âWhat?â
Kyle laughs and snags the other drink from your hand. With shock on your face, he strides up to the counter. âCan you set these aside for us? Be right back.â
They only nod and continue working. Kyle snags your wrist and drags you to the little hallway that curves out around. There are a few private corners in there, and the hallway itself opens up into the nearby bookstore.
Kyle checks the handle on the unisex bathroom. Finding it unlocked, he draws you inside.
âKyle,â you hiss, but heâs not having any of it.
Kyle engages the lock and presses you up against the door.
âYou owe me an apology,â he says.
âFor what?â Kyle tuts, his hand sliding to the back of your neck. âGet on your knees,â he murmurs, undoing his belt buckle with the other hand. âApologize with that gorgeous mouth of yours.â
John Price
John leans back in his chair, agitation irritating his spine.
House hunting isnât something heâs particularly excited about. He is happy that itâs with you, his wife, but the tediousness of it all is exhausting to him. John would rather have you select a few places to tour and then be done with it all. Money isnât the issue. He just wants you to find a place you like and the two of you can go from there.
Heâd live in a tent if thatâs what you want.
âMy boyfriend isnât all that picky.â
Boyfriend? John is tugged from his inner musings by your voice and that term of address. Boyfriend. Why the fuck would you call him that? John isnât your boyfriend. Heâs your goddamn husband.
You reach out, planting a hand on his thigh. You squeeze softly as you always do when youâre trying to reassure him, but John frowns down at it, and then looks up at you. Youâre not looking at him. Youâre staring at the realtor, completely ignoring him.
John licks his lips, considering whether to correct you or not, or leaving it up to a simple mistake, but you do it again.
This time, John didnât mishear you.
Your hand squeezes his thigh again and Price rests his hand over yours. His fingers enclose your palm and he holds firm. You glance at him and John shoots you his best warning look. You donât even react. Donât event blink.
No. Heâs going to correct you. He is absolutely fucking correcting you.
The realtor pivots the computer monitor. âI think any boyfriend would agree that these are excellent selections.â
Thatâs fucking it.
Price shoots up from his seat, keeping a tight grip on your hand. âI need to speak with myââ John pauses, swallowing down his annoyance. âGirlfriend. Privately.â
The realtor shrugs, smiling, but John is already turning around, dragging you out the door. Outside, the stuffy, summer air does nothing to soothe his annoyance.
âBoyfriend? Fucking boyfriend?â John crosses his arms over his chest, looming over you.
You shrug. âWhatâs the problem?â
âBehave yourself,â he says, lowering his voice.
âOr what?â you ask in mock innocence.
So, this is what you want. John understands the moment the words leave your mouth. Youâre fucking teasing him. Fine. Heâll make you learn.
âWe are gonna go back in, thank the kind woman for her time, and then weâre leaving.â
âNo. I want to stay.â
John leans in but he notices the way you glance away from him and back, clearly flustered. âGood girls donât play games.â
âFunny,â you reply, head tilting slightly. âThat as my boyfriend you have any authority over me.â
John pivots, blocking the view of the front door from you. âI will bend you over that bench so fast, wife.â
âYou wonât,â you stammer.
John arches an eyebrow and you visibly swallow. âWant to test me?â
You pout, and then playfully shove him in the chest. âYouâre terrible.â
As you turn for the door, John grabs your waist pulling you close. âYou started it.â
John "Soap" MacTavish
âMy boyfriend and I are redesigning our bathroom.â
Johnnyâs attention splits. The associate showing him floor tiles is a distant thing. He might be talking about the newest ones on the market, but Johnny is no longer interested.
Did he just hear you right? Did you just call him boyfriend?
âThatâs wonderful,â comes a reply, and Johnny notes an older woman talking to you near the laminate flooring that mimics wood. âWhere is he?â
âOver there,â you wave at him, a smug smile on your face.
Boyfriend? Johnny is your fucking husband.
âSir?â prompts the hardware store associate. âWhat do you think of these?â
Johnny grunts. âFine. Weâll come back.â He waves the man off and starts for you even as you continuously refer to him as your boyfriend.
Youâre doing it on purpose. Youâre doing it to annoy him.
And itâs fucking working.
Johnny saddles up beside you, snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you taut against him.
âThis is the boyfriend,â you begin, smiling.
âHusband,â corrects Johnny, flashing the same devious grin. He holds up his left hand, showing off the simple gold band. âHappily married to this one.â
The older womanâs eyes round.
âShe likes to joke,â continues Johnny. âCome on, love. Better get home.â
Johnny easily guides you away. He leans down, whispering. âYou little terror.â
âBite me,â you reply.
âOh. I will. Everywhere. When we get home.â
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What books do you think everyone should read?
Have you ever considered that octopi may be the best huggers?
What's the best sound? (Personally I say windchimes)
What is the best thing to dip pizza in?
Is Bigfoot was real, he might be, would he be hot?
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Down Bad || My Ex is a Footballer OP81 Edition
links [masterlist][my ex series masterlist]
summary it's time you date someone actually your age
pairings ex!andy robertson x reader, oscar piastri x reader
warnings not a good relationship with robertson, cursing
notes guys I'm not a liverpool fan so this was hard for me [kidding]. this took so long because I had trouble getting the dynamic right also I got a new job and working two places has not been easy but I gotta make money in this world.
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ynusername it's race week again yay!!! But I can't be with my boyfriend booooo
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username1 girl drop him!!!
username2 no boooo actually yayyy!!!
username3 shame she can't be with andy for the start of the season âł username4 girl be serious, season started almost a month ago and she was at every home game âł username5 yn is a diehard liverpool fan don't worry she was supporting her man
andyrobertson94 gonna miss you babe! âł ynusername miss you more!
alo_oficial excited !! đ©·
username6 yn I mean this in the nicest way possible, he's too old for you and he's not good
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ynusername 22 season recap! Thank you so much to Alpine for bringing me into the world of f1 and introducing me to some amazing people, I will always be grateful for the chance you took on me and have love in my heart for you! Now on to being at anfield 24/7 to support my man!!!
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username11 ahhhhh oscar!! I' m fine everything is fine
oscarpiastri have a good break yn! âł ynusername you too ossie!
username12 ossie??! i'm screaming i love it already. alpine why did you have to break up my bestfriends that i didn't know were best friends?
estebanocon gonna miss having you around yn! âł ynusername oh estie! i'll see you around don't worry.
username13 why the fuck is Andy not commenting? âł username14 cause he's a little bitch đđŒ âł username13 oop
alpinef1team we love you yn! âł ynusername gonna miss you babe
username15 damn Andy finally got what he wanted and won't even congratulate her on doing this job âł username16 I'm new here, what did Andy want? âł username15 he has publicly wanted yn to not work and basically be a housewife, also he's like almost 10 years older than her so it's like weird he wants her to be a kept woman
liverpoolfc we're ready for you! â„ïž by ynusername
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ynusername first half of the season done with my boss featuring ossie when he sees me sneak into the mclaren garage
oscarpiastri that's literally a lie I don't look like that when you come in âł ynusername then why do I have a picture of you looking like that??? âł landonorris gonna back him up on this one he does NOT look like this when he sees you âł username21 WHAT DO YOU KNW LANDO AHARE WITH THE CLASS
username22 guys not to be dramatic but there's been no Liverpool mention in months, I think she broke up with andy âł username23 DONR GET ME EXCITED
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ynusername sad that the season is over but happy I get a short break from being a full time Alonso Wrangler and part time student. Also lance is sad he hasn't been in a season photo dump so here have this
carmenmmundt đ©¶đ©¶
lance_stroll wtf? âł ynusername đ«¶đŒ âł lance_stroll I sent that to mari âł ynusername and she sent it to me âł mariloublg_ and I'd do it again âł lance_stroll DONT GANG UP ON ME
username34 TWO(2) OSCAR PICTURES? we're winning oscaryn truthers âł username35 we need him in the first picture now, no swiping is the next goal
username36 wait, yn are you in classes right now? âł ynusername I'm taking 2 classes right now remotely for my masters! âł username36 OMG you go girl! âł ynusername thanks babe
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oscarpiastri delete this
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alo_oficial working on getting her to realize
landonorris they are both so dumb
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landonorris you got it boss đ«Ą
username36 IT'S YN RIGHT! TELL ME IT'S YN LN
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ynusername and we're back!!! Starting off with some helmet swaps and getting papa stroll a debut on the page
landonorris damn papa stroll gets a pic before me?? âł lance_stroll it took me a year to get a debut and even then it was a shit one so shut up âł georgerussell63 haha you guys suck âł ynusername it's cause Carmen bribed me âł lance_stroll and mari didn't? âł ynusername she did, that picture is what she wanted âł landonorris so what youre saying is I need a gf to bribe you âł oscarpiastri damn guess youre never getting your debut on this page âł landonorris and how the fuck did you get here???
username41 where's that girl that wanted oscar on the first slide? âł username35 RIGHT HERE AND I'M THRIVING
lance_stroll also landonorris that's mr. stroll to you âł landonorris okay...
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ynusername oscar i don't have the words to describe how proud i am of you right now but just know that I always believed in you and always will
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username52 OSCAR WIN SO YN POSTS JUST OSCAR YES
username53 username35 aRE YOU OKAY GIRL? âł username35 NO I'M NOT
username35 JUST OSCAR IN EVERY PIC??? AND HE'S CLEARLY LOOKING AT YN? IS THIS MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT?
username54 the way oscar was looking for her >>>
alo_oficial congratulations oscar! âł oscarpiastri thank you nando
oscarpiastri thank you yn, you're support means everything to me
username55 no offense but I was kinda expecting more from you here âł username35 you want her to confess her undying love for oscar here on a social media post? you want her to do it on the internet instead of just to him privately so you can consume media and be in the presence of a relationship that you clearly have no respect for nor no need to be apart of because they don't know you?? that's what you want? be fucking for real â„ïž by mariloublg_ âł username55 first of all you also have a parasocial relationship with them, second of all, it's not weird for me to want her to express more about this when his team was shit to him âł username35 i can be excited about her posting him and still fucking respect their privacy. they don't need to post anything for us and it is a PRIVILEDGE that we get to see this. if you make it weird for them and ruin their PRIVATE relationship because you personally think she should be more vocal on social media then maybe you need to do some reflection on how you interact with people
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ynusername summer break is over, now I go back to being a student
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landonorris yay i can have my osc back âł ynusername uhhh... no, you can borrow MY ossie âł landonorris agree to disagree âł oscarpiastri don't I get a say in this? âł ynusername depends âł oscarpiastri well i pick you yn âł ynusername then yes you get a say
lance_stroll it's about damn time âł estebanocon SAYS YOU âł alo_oficial none of you have spent as much time with her as I have! I'm the only one that get's to complain âł ynusername I was not that bad âł alo_oficial yes you were âł estebanocon yes you were âł lance_stroll yes you were âł pierregasly yes you were
oscarpiastri haha babe you have a crush on me? âł charles_leclerc you were just as bad âł landonorris what he said âł oscarpistri damn okay
username35 ahhhh!!! congrats yn and oscar âł ynusername thank you! and we both appreciate you being so supportive
username63 see everyone, it pays to be a decent human being! ^^
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Shades Of Cool
toxic!dark!rafe cameron x female!pogue!reader
summary: you are just living your life, completely normal and free. but, what happens when rafe cameron decides that you are his? he's danger.
warnings: smut! 18+ stalking, manipulation, rafe is obsessed with reader, fingering, swearing, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, praise, oral (male receiving), dark!rafe cameron, choking, jealousy, violence, heavy smut..
a/n: i'm delighted I'm finally starting this, even if it took me so long. i genuinely hope you all enjoy this series. i understand that this a bit short, but the narrative is only getting started, so things will only get wilder! however, it is to be expectedâthis is a rafe cameron fic.
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One thing that you hated about Outer Banks was how the heat still radiated at night, causing excessive amounts of water to be drank and a great amount of fans that blew hot air into your face.
It only made everyone irritable and only caused more arguments like now,
"I swear to god JJ, I am about to fucking murder you if you say another word," You hissed, giving him a glare as he mockingly grew scared.
"I agree," Cleo said before falling back into her nap.
"All I'm saying is that we have been moping around here for hours meanwhile we could be partying on the fresh beach and cool water," JJ replied, using his hands to represent the scenery to all of you.
"I'm going to have to agree with Y/N," Pope said, turning his head to JJ, "I'm already in tough shit with my parents for when you knocked over my great-grandmothers vase," Pope glared.
JJ put his hands up in defense, "I told you tequila makes me clumsy,"
"Besides every single Kook is there, including Rafe and if he sees Sarah with us, it will only bring another fight and you are not going back to jail," Kie warned, still closing her eyes while the fan blew the air in her face, blowing her hair.
"When have we ever been scared of Rafe?" JJ asked.
"When he gave me a full smackdown for doing my job," Pope scoffed.
"And when he almost drowned me," Sarah chimed in from across the room where she was laying on John B's legs on the carpet floor.
"And when he shot Sheriff Peterkin in front of us," John B added.
"And when-" Pope began.
"Okay that's enough," He said as you giggled, turning your head back to the fan.
You didn't know much about Rafe Cameron since you had moved to Outer Banks only last year and you had met the "star Pogues" a few months ago.
You had never really seen Rafe's face ever, only heard of him honestly.
But you didn't know if it was a bad thing.
All you had heard about was how evil and villainous he was which caused some places to be off limits for the fact that the boys couldn't handle another beat down with the Kooks and there was a greater matter at hand.
But still, you always were curious about "evil" Rafe Cameron.
"You guys are no fun," JJ pouted, sitting beside you on the couch.
You patted the lower part of his leg, "Poor baby," You sarcastically said to which moved his leg swiftly causing you to laugh.
Suddenly the lights and fans turned off as you all except for JJ groaned, knowing that meant the electricity was off you and you would have to deal with the heat and darkness.
Which meant the only choice was the beach party,
JJ cheered, "I win!"
You crossed your arms as you walked on the warm sand, lots of cheering and loud music around you. You could see the Kooks and the Pogues in their own groups, not daring to interact with eachother.
It was hard to get used to the fact that there were two groups of people based on economic statuses and that it meant that if you were one thing, the other one hated you.
You had never been to a place like that but you just kinda got used to it.
Yet you still could never tell which group was really which sometimes.
You were forced to walk around by yourself as John B and Sarah wandered off to a quiet spot while JJ started drinking with Kie as his babysitter and Cleo and Pope wandered around.
All of it sounded like a lot of third wheeling which made you stay away.
But you didn't mind being alone, you liked listening to the waves and watching the festivities that went along with a party.
And you knew that a beer would help you get more into the party festivities.
You walked over the keg where a man with a shaved head and a matching tank top and shorts poured himself a beer as you curiously looked at him.
You had to admit that he was one of the most attractive men you had seen before.
His lips were a perfect shade of pink and they were smooth like sucking on a cherry. His veins were bulging from his hands and you could see the peach fuzz on his jawline that you could only really see upclose.
You snapped out of your analysis as he looked at you as you waited there awkwardly, forming a smile on your face.
"Sorry to creepily stand here, I'm just trying to get a uh-" You said, pointing to the keg.
His face studied you for a second, almost as if he was trying to figure you out. You could tell by his face that he had never seen you before and he looked as if he was trying to figure out if you were a Kook or Pogue.
He chuckled, "Didn't mean to take so long, I wouldn't have if I had seen your pretty face sooner," He smirked, looking you up and down, causing you to blush.
You felt stupid for blushing over something that a man probably said to every pretty girl he saw but you felt something different about him.
You were taken aback by his boldness, "Do you say that to every women that waits for her turn on the keg?" You teased.
"Only the pretty ones," He replied, causing you to laugh.
"Smooth talker I see," You smiled.
"Always," He joked, "I swear I've never seen you around and usually, you know everyone in Outer Banks," He probed.
"Yeah, I just moved here last year," You answered, "I haven't made my rounds yet,"
"Figured," He said, "I would've definitely noticed you,"
"Pfft," You beamed, "I'm sure you would've walked past me on the beach, there are many beautiful girls here,"
"Nah," He laughed, looking off, "You are different from them,"
"How could you already assume that?" You asked, curiosity biting at you.
"For one, you aren't stuck up and preppy which is most the girls on this island," He grinned as you giggled.
"Ay, they aren't all like that," You replied.
"Most of 'em," He added, "But I don't pay much attention to them,"
"Figures," You said, eyebrow raising.
He saw your eyes move the keg and his cup before he offered his cup forward.
"Might as well take mine, I wouldn't feel proud of myself if I let you pour one yourself," He winked.
Great attempt at being a gentlemen.
"No no, I got it," You said before he shook his head.
"I insist" He said, his thumb grazing yours.
"Thank you," You smiled, "I'm Y/N" You introduced, taking the cup from him while extending your other hand for him to shake.
He shook your hand, "I'm Rafe," He replied with a smile as yours slowly fell.
The Rafe? The Rafe you were basically supposed to never interact with and who was the supposed devil? That Rafe?
"Rafe Cameron?" You asked, standing frozen.
"Guess my reputation precedes me," He joked as you didn't laugh but instead cleared your throat.
You took your hand back quickly, "Oh, i-it's nice to meet you," You cleared your throat, "My friends are waiting so I'm gonna-"
He clearly figured you out, "Pogue, I'm guessing?" He snickered.
Your face wrinkled, "Is that supposed to be a funny thing?"
"Hilarious actually," He answered, only angering you more.
"I don't see what's funny about that?" You crossed your arms with ur drink resting in your hand.
He wiped his jaw, "Must be tough at the bottom of the food chain,"
Your nose flared, "Must be tough being an elite asshole,"
He laughed, "I just think it's an unfortunate cause, I mean it's just unlucky," He smirked.
Asshole.
"Unlucky?" Your lip pursed, " I think what's more unlucky is thinking that your cool for a fucked up economic status that has been perpetuated on an island,"
"I just don't believe your friends belong on Outer Banks," He said, not a hint of hesitance in his voice.
He really believed in this bullshit.
"I mean you would really rather hang out with a group of dirty Pogues?" He snickered, looking off.
"Well I am one of them and they are my friends," You scoffed, "You seem more dirty than us," You insulted.
"Is that so?" Rafe mocked.
"Do you wanna talk about your father's dirty money?" You asked.
"I would watch that pretty mouth," He replied, inching closer.
"Or what?" You hummed, acting braver than you usually would.
"Fuck around and find out sweetheart," He came closer, breath fawning on your face.
The whiskey on his breath kissed your nose but not breaking your eye contact with him as you inched closer, eyes on his lips.
As he tried to close the gap, you threw the drink in his face. "Oohs" and snickers filled around the both of you as you stomped away from him.
He smirked, wiping the alcohol off of his face.
'What an asshole,' You thought,
Little did you know that Rafe only grew to like you more.
You found JJ and Kie sitting by the beach together as she laid her head on his shoulder. You were thinking about interrupting them but tarnish their moment, you choosing instead to call it a night and also you didn't feel like trying to find the rest of the group.
You were glad that you knew yourself enough to drive to the party considering that you got tired fast. You couldn't really see in the parking lot due to how dark it was and away from the lights.
You digged in your back pocket for your phone to pull out of the flashlight as you reached for your keys but dropped them instead in the process.
You audibly groaned as you searched on the floor in the darkness for the keys. You went on your knees with your flashing light, searching on the ground as you heard footsteps behind you, darting your flashlight behind you but seeing nothing.
You had a bad feeling but you thought it was paranoia because you were alone in the parking lot and maybe a little due to the interaction you had earlier with Rafe.
You couldn't stop thinking about how he came off as nice but switched so quickly into an elitist piece of shit.
Sounds like how they described him.
But still, there was a pit in your stomach that felt like butterflies when he grazed your thumb.
You sighed, pushing the thoughts out as you finally grabbed your keys, using the concrete-sanded floor push yourself back up off the ground.
Suddenly, you felt a cloth on your mouth and a hand covering your waist as your muffled screams filled the parking lot, trying to kick your attacker behind you.
You felt yourself drifting into the darkness as you screamed one last time,
And everything went black.
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Of Oblivious Minds (2)
Pairing:Â Azriel x Reader
Summary:Â You're positive Azriel is in love with Elain. It seems so obvious. But Cassian is laughing at you and suddenly nothing makes quite so much sense anymore.
Word count:Â 3k
Warnings:Â Angst!! More pining and yearning
a/n: Here is part two! I love writing this little series :) There will definitely be more! let me know what you think âĄâĄ
Part 1, Part 3
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Sometimes you hated being a scholar.Â
There were plenty of upsides to having such a cushy job, especially when your employer was the high lord himself. You got paid generously, got free access to the best libraries, and never had to pay rent. Millions of fae would kill to have your position.Â
But as Cassian punched you in the ribsâfor the third timeâyou found yourself questioning your role within the night courtâs inner circle.
âOkay,â you breathed out, hunching over with a hand cradling your side. âOkay, please, Cass. Can we take a break?âÂ
Unfortunately, Cassian didnât appreciate quitters. So, your feet were abruptly swept from under you and your back made contact with the floor. With a soft oof, the wind was knocked from your lungs.Â
âCâmon, y/n, youâre better than that. I know you are.âÂ
You responded with a wheeze, blinking into the pale sun.Â
This morning had been rough.
Youâd been having some trouble sleeping, but that wasnât necessarily unusual. Being alive for so long meant you had seen quite a few things, so nightmares came and went with the tide. You were going through a rough patch with them at the moment, and the lack of sleep was starting to catch up with you.
âYou planning on laying there for the rest of the day?â Cassian asked, his large silhouette coming to block the light.Â
You squinted up at him. âMaybe.âÂ
âYeah, not happening.âÂ
You fought back a whine as the Illyrian pulled you up by your shoulders and steadied you. He nodded, giving you a moment to ready yourself back into position, and then bent his knees. Gods, you were going to be so sore later.Â
It didnât take long for you to end up on the floor again, this time on your stomach. Your chin cracked against the padded ring, your teeth snapping together at the impact. The sound made your brain vibrate as you rolled onto your side and held your temple.Â
Cassian crouched down to the floor beside you and you could make out his worried brow amidst the shakiness of your vision.Â
âWhatâs going on with you?â He brought his hand up to brush against your already bruising jaw. âWeâve been working on that move for weeks. You had it a few days ago.âÂ
You breathed through your nose and tried not to groan at the ache rolling through your body. âI think Iâm just tired. I havenât been sleeping very well.âÂ
At that, Cassian plopped down to a seat, keeping a hand at your elbow as you brought your own body up to mirror his.Â
âYou want to talk about it?â he questioned.Â
âThere isnât much to say. I canât remember them this time. Itâs kind of strangeâusually I remember them too much and thatâs what makes it worse.âÂ
Cassian hummed in contemplation. He was always the one you went to the morning after a sleepless night. Cassian would listen as you talked through your nightmares, and you would do the same for him. He was a logical pillar in your life.Â
But it was always Azriel you went to in the midst of them. You never talked about what you saw and he never asked. But it was always Azriel in the middle of the night. His shadows were a comfort in the pitch black and he was always quick to wrap his wings around you when it became too hard to breathe.Â
You hadnât gone to him these last few times.
The fact that you couldnât remember your dreams was an unfortunate factor. Because if you knew what was causing you to wake up in a cold sweat every night, at least then you could talk about it. Or take a moment to rationalize.Â
There was no rationalizing when the only thing you had to go off of was fear and hurt.Â
âWhat does Azriel think?â Cassian asked after a small lapse in silence.
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âWell, when you go to his room at night. What does he have to say about you not remembering?âÂ
You scoffed. And then scoffed again. âWhat? I donât know what youâre talking about, I barely do that.âÂ
Cassian stared at you with a blank expression. âSo weâre still doing that then. Got it.â He heaved himself up from the ground and then yanked you up alongside him.
âStill doing what?â you asked, trailing behind him as he reached for his canteen. He didnât answer you, favoring the long gulps of water he was taking. You waited for him to finish and then asked again. He chose to unwrap his knuckles instead. âCassian.âÂ
The man sighed. âNothing, y/n. Itâs just⊠It wasnât a secret that you would go to his room after you had a rough night. Why do you think I never dragged you out here those mornings?â You cringed at his words. He shook his head. âThereâs nothing wrong with that. Why do you hide it?âÂ
You didnât have a good reasonâwell, you didnât used to. Youâd always sneak out of his room after the sun rose and never bring it up again. And there was never a solid explanation for why you evaded the topic. You knew Azriel would never hold it against you and you werenât embarrassed for others to know that you sought out comfort in a friend. It just seemed like something you should keep to yourself.Â
Now, thoughânow there was a good reason to wipe your actions from memory. To pretend they never happened and to never repeat them.Â
âCassian, Elain is my friend. Even if I did that in the pastâin a friendly wayâit would be wrong now.âÂ
A muscle in Cassianâs jaw twitched. âRight. Have you ever actually talked to Elain about her feelings?âÂ
âI donât need to.â You reached down for your own water, ignoring the twinge in your side and the pulsing in your head. âShe never stops talking about him. And theyâre always together. I wouldnât be surprised if they were already seeing each other.âÂ
âWhoâs seeing each other?âÂ
The cool tone of Azrielâs voice washed over you and you whipped around to find him standing at the foot of the training ring, blades in hand.Â
A nervous laugh fell from your lips and you fought the urge to slap your hand over your mouth. âUm, no one, just some friends I know.âÂ
âWho?â he asked again.Â
âOh, you donât know them. Old friends.âÂ
The Shadowsinger raised a brow, sending Cassian a fleeting look. âI thought I knew all of your friends.âÂ
âYou donât. I know way more people than you. Even though you're older than me. Not by that much, though. Have you talked to Elain lately?â Words were spewing from your mouth in the worst combinations. You were never nervous around Azriel. What in the cauldron was wrong with you?
Azrielâs raised brow turned into a furrowed one and he blinked, assessing your face with a scrutinizing gaze. âDo you have a concussion?â He turned the Cassian, expression going from confused to provoked. âDid you give her a concussion?âÂ
âHonestly, maybe.âÂ
âI donât have a concussion,â you rushed out, cutting off Cassianâs admission. âI was just leaving though. Iâm tired. You guys can fight each other.âÂ
There was so much sudden pent-up energy inside of you that you had no intention of sleeping, but just seeing Azriel made you feel like you were intruding on something. Which was absurd. Azriel was your friend and had been your friend for centuries. Just because he loved Elain didnât mean you had to avoid him.Â
But this energy had to come from somewhere, and that somewhere was telling you to avoid him like the Illyrian flu.Â
Making a break for it, you freed yourself from the training ring and attempted to skate past Azriel with a quick side smile, but he apparently had other plans. He caught your wrist as you walked past, glancing up at a âpreoccupiedâ Cassian before turning to you with his wing out, giving the illusion of a private conversation.Â
âYouâre not sleeping well?â he asked, voice low.Â
You warped your smile into one that met both sides of your mouth. âIâm okay.âÂ
Shadows crept over his shoulders and along his ears. His expression shifted and pinched and then returned neutral. âYou know you can come to me if you need it.âÂ
âIâm okay, Az. Really.âÂ
âWould you tell me if you werenât?â
Maybe before.Â
âIâm a paper pusher, Az. Iâm not out in the throes of battle,â you jested, scrunching your nose as you smiled up at him. âNothing is that serious for me.âÂ
A lie. Something was that seriousâserious enough to keep you up at night for the past weekâbut you couldnât figure out what it was.Â
âThat is not what I asked,â he countered, sliding his hand up from your wrist to turn your chin. âYou need to ice your jaw. Cassian shouldnât be so rough with you.âÂ
âIâm okay,â you said again, words a pathetic repetition because your heart was beating so fast now and you needed to leave. Something was pulling at your chest and you needed to leave.Â
âAs youâve said,â Azriel muttered, his fingers brushing down along the column of your throat. When his eyes flickered up and met your own, something inside of you lost its alignment.
You looked away before the feeling could return. Everything righted itself. You took a wobbly step back.Â
âHave a good training session.âÂ
You turned on your heel and stalked away, feeling equal parts the betrayer and the betrayed.Â
~~
âYou mean that girl off-continent? The one from a century ago?âÂ
Cassian hummed. âYeah, her. What I wouldnât give for a visit from her.âÂ
âYouâre a pig,â Mor replied, a scoff sharp on her lips.
âShe didnât think so.âÂ
You were eavesdropping. You didnât like to, but somehow, in the time youâd spent in the inner circle, youâd picked up the habit. Oops.
Technically, you werenât really eavesdropping. You had been in the room first. It wasnât your fault Cassian and Mor decided to speak very loudly with only a few shelves separating you. If they wanted privacy they should have checked the area.Â
âIs it that hard for you to get laid? You have to search off-continent?âÂ
Cassianâs responding laugh was almost defensive. âIâm sure youâd love to know about my sex life.âÂ
âI really wouldnât, actually. You brought it up.â Mor paused. You heard her shift on the lounge chair. âI am, however, interested in Azrielâs.âÂ
âArenât we all,â Cassian droned. âPretty obvious that he doesn't have one at the moment. Hasnât had one in a while.âÂ
You felt your neck jolt at the reveal of that information. Azriel always kept his partners discrete, but youâd always known heâd had them. Many of them. You had no idea who they were or where he met them, but you would hear the girls occasionally... smell their perfume on a few rare nights.Â
âYou think? This whole time?â Mor asked, curiosity raising her voice an octave.Â
âMor, I think the sight of other females makes him want to vomit.âÂ
The book in your lap was all but obsolete.Â
âDonât be so dramatic.âÂ
Cassian tsked. âIâm not. Heâs told me.âÂ
âI suppose thatâs what having a mate does to a person.âÂ
Your fingers became abnormally cold, the center of your chest caving slightly.
Azriel had a mate? No, he would have told you.
He would have told you.Â
Morâs sweet voice slammed against your ears, harsh despite its nature. âDo you think heâll tell her soon?âÂ
Cassianâs reply had you standing on shaking knees. âHope so. Heâs so in love with her it's suffocating. You should see whenââÂ
You were out of the room in a wisp, sliding out the small back door. The book youâd been reading was still clutched in your frozen grip and you held it against your chest as breathing became impossible. With a hand pressed to the wall and your head hung low, you sucked in air, greedy for some type of reprieve.Â
You were happy for him. You were so, so happy for him.Â
Right?Â
The book fell from your grip, clattering to the floor. The pages collapsed in on themselves as it fell face down, and you listened to the paper crumple as your throat closed. Both hands now pressed to the cold wall. Why were you freezing?Â
This made sense. It made sense.Â
Of course Azriel had a mate and of course it was⊠Elain?Â
No, it couldnât be Elain. Elain was Lucienâs mate.Â
Now you were confused as well as consumed. Your body was left aching from training and your mind was in a frenzy and you couldnât even understand why you were reacting the way you were.Â
It was completely plausible that Azriel had a mate and didnât tell anyone about it. He was a private male who kept his lovers to himself, so of course he would keep his mate to himself as well. But he did tell someone about it. He told Cassian. And Mor knew.Â
Your fingernails dug into stone.
Azriel didnât love you.Â
The thought came on so suddenly that you almost looked over your shoulder. It was as if the words had been whispered in your ear by some cruel, vicious wind.Â
You had never cared if Azriel loved you before, because you knew that he did love you. Like a sister. You were Azrielâs family and he was yours.Â
But as the thought of Azriel having a mate invaded your mind once more, your shaky legs propelled you forward, running from the creased book and the hallway that contained all of the worst things.Â
You ran until you couldn't, until your toes hit the edge of the balcony on the far side of the house and the cool air of winter hit your cheeks. You had been so cold inside, but somehow the breeze felt even colder across your skin.Â
âY/n?âÂ
You gasped, whipping around and gripping the railing as it pressed into your spine. You couldnât formulate words as Azriel stood before you. His hands raised up to his waist, reaching for you as he took in the way your chest heaved.
âWhatâs happened? Whatâs wrong?â he rushed.Â
You only shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. Embarrassment and confusion and a twisted sort of fear coursed through you. You couldn't look at him, afraid you would somehow see the bond connected to his chestâsomehow notice things about him you hadnât before. Maybe another shade of hazel in his eyes or a softness to his lips that you had never looked for.Â
As you considered it now, it was obvious that youâd never let yourself look.Â
Azriel was never supposed to be yours.Â
âTalk to me, angel.â Azrielâs sweet whisper brushed against your skin. He was so close to you. You could feel him, but you refused to look.Â
To see how everything had changed.Â
âLet me fix it.âÂ
You heard the rush of wind from his wings as he expanded them outwards, followed closely behind by the whirling of his shadows, and it all clicked then.Â
The images came quickly, dissipating just as fast. But they did their job, sending heavy, hot tears past the tight scrunch of your eyelids.Â
Azriel with Elain. Azriel with Mor. Azriel with random, faceless women.
Him, in every iteration, with everyone that wasnât you.Â
Thatâs what had kept you upâthe dreams plaguing your every resting moment. And you realized then that nothing had really changed at all. That youâd been in love with Azriel for longer than youâd been in love with anything.Â
Your jaw trembled, your body rejecting the anguish that swept through you. Wind softly flowed from the west, swaying your skirts with a gentleness that made your breath shudder. That kind of gentleness was impossible. The world felt so cruel.Â
âY/n, tell me what happened. Should I get someone else?â Azriel pleaded. âShould I get Rhys?âÂ
Rhys could knock you out, and that would surely be a relief. You felt paralyzed by this overwhelming array of devastation. But Rhys would also have access to your thoughts.Â
You shook your head. âNo,â you said, but the word was lost in the wind. Azriel seemed to hear it anyway. âNo, I wantâI need toâgo to sleep.âÂ
âYou need to go to sleep?â He touched you now, something he seemed to have been avoiding. His hands came to rest behind your neck, thumbs at your jaw, and you pried your eyes open at the contact. Youâd never seen the shadowsinger look so ruined, his hair askew, his eyes wild and panicked. âThat doesnât make any sense.âÂ
His expression was beseeching you for something you couldnât give him. You hiccuped your next words out.Â
âIâmââm tired.âÂ
You wished youâd stayed oblivious. That you had never become privy to the depth of your feelings.Â
This pain was immeasurable.
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