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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 6 months

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Hello! Recently I've been reading your works (usually twst, disney and sometimes oc) and im really interested.

I would like to request yandere cinderella x reader please if thats okay!

Im not sure if there is any request rules i should follow since i cant really find any or if its open so sorry if i broke any of them! Btw no need to answer this if you aren't interested or dont have the energy, im just curious in how you would write them since they are very unique and nicely written. Remember please take care of yourself and take rest when you need to!! (since you literally post almost everyday)

I try I do post everday, though I'm surprised anyone noticed 🖤🖤🖤

Yandere Genderbend Cinderella x Reader

To say you didn’t like you’re step-brother would be an understatement.

You hated him.

Him and all that he stood for.

It was disgusting, how wicked Ellwick was to you and your family. Not wicked in the way that he looked down on you; more so in the way that his existence was an obstacle to yours. Currently he made it his mission to insert himself where he never belonged, constantly upending your rightful place. You remembered the time before the single father and son duo shoved their way into your family’s lives. It was peaceful, well as peaceful as life with your family could be. Guns, knifes, drugs, cement shoes–the life that meant serving your family and running the city from behind the scenes. Your mother, your brother, and the many associates that joined your family.

What can you say? Blood is binding especially when spilt.

Cinder Ellwick and his father came into your home under the silly notion of ‘healthy’ love. As if fighting alongside one another wasn’t love, these men marched into your lives expecting to ‘fix’ your already perfect family.

Your brother and the many others could spot the foolishness in their morale, unfortunately your mother could not. Which devastated her the moment her new husband got his rightful comeuppance.

“He shouldn’t have joined the game, if he didn’t know how to play.”

Your brother scoffed under his breath during your mother’s mournful eulogy. You couldn’t help but agree. Only irritating you more when your mother dressed in black brought the blonde-headed boy to you two saying something along the lines of him being a permanent burden on your family.

“It’s what he would’ve wanted.”

So what? It was his fault for getting involved! His fault for getting kidnapped! His fault for refusing to arm himself, when you warned him! So why did you, your family, have to live with the nuisance?

“I’m going to try my best, to be apart of this family. Properly this time.”

“That’s good to hear, Ellwick.”

Not long after that he took up the role as you’re family’s cleanup crew, eliminating those your family marked. Unpaid debts and traitors were his targets, the scum of your faction–perfect level for Ellwick to begin truly becoming apart of this family. You’d think that’d be enough for him to feel included. But that’s just like him to be so greedy.

“May I come with you on that mission?”

Ellwick asked, still panting from running down the halls from Mother’s office trying to catch up to you and your brother. You both were prepared, dressed to the nines in comparison to him who was in a dirtied leather suit. It'd be a burden and embarrassment for him to come.

Your brother laughed, ” No chance! Look at you covered in cinders again! What’d you do, wrestle your target in a fire pit?”

Ellwick awkwardly smiled as your brother held his stomach. Laughter rising and eyes widening as if he had an epiphany. He points at the blonde, who barely winces at the pressure.

“Kind of like–Cinderwick! Haha!”

You rolled your eyes as he repeated the name inbetween his belly laughs. Ellwick’s smile was twitching on the otherhand turning his attention to you. Glaring at him you ushered your brother away, barely turning your head to the crushed boy.

“You can’t. We won’t be letting an outsider handle things as private as this.”

Many of your interactions would go like this. Cinderwick inserting himself in your personal business and you putting him in his place, your latest mission was no different. Only that you were older and more responsibility will have fallen to you. You had to step up more than ever.

“Alright my children as we discussed you will be infiltrating the gathering. Your target is the first son of the Mayor. Blackmail, romance him, kiss up, we need a foothold on the city. I can only trust my children.”

“Than why is he here?”

You shifted your eyes to the blond hitman who was standing barely a foot you and your brother. Your mother sighed.

“We need all hands on deck. Our competitors are in attendance as well. I wouldn’t be surprised if they try anything and I just can’t have my babies be put in danger.”

She held both you and your brother’s cheeks pinching it a little. Leaning into her touch you happily smiled at her over-endearment. Whereas your brother recoiled and wriggled away nursing his cheek.

“Aw geez Ma will you stop.”

“Now my children.” She looked to Ellwick.”All my children. I wish you the best.”

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It was almost commendable, how fast Cinderwick managed to do it. Wooing the son of the mayor and leading him on a wild goose chase that ultimately led to a grand proposal. To which he accepted.

There was a nervousness about him being the victor; a sudden power handed to someone who wasn’t apart of the family. He was in a position of power, a position that allowed him to string your family along.

“Congratulations my son! We’re happy you’ve found love in such a place!”

Sugarcoated words and fake pearly smiles were the next step in the mission. Officially tying the mayor to your family…all with a man who wasn’t apart of the family.

“Oh thank you step-mother! I can’t wait to have you and the family at our wedding.”

Your mother’s eye twitched at the ‘step’ but she maintained her smile letting Cinderwick cuddle into his fiance’s arm as they continued to chatter. It was revolting that it was he who returned to the estate with a cocky smile and a ring on his finger.

“Well you told all your children to do your best and they tried. So I will take the mantle up…as long as you agree to my terms.”

The following sentence had your mother sending you and your brother out of the room–treatment originally reserved for an outsider like him. Your brother stomped away dropping his emotionless persona, you followed.

“ARGH! How the heck did that slimy cinderblock idiot get ahead of us!? This is ridiculous!”

“...We tried…Arthur don’t do what I think you’re going to do.”

He turned to you the fire in his eyes directed to you.

“Tried?! We should’ve easily bested that bag of soot!”

Turning back around he made his way to his office slamming his mini fridge open to reveal a plethora of beers and cheap wine bottles. You thought you threw those out. You debated staying as he quickly began to chug the drinks haphazardly dropping the finished cans to the ground.

“Arthur. Don’t drink anything else.”

“Why!? Why wasn’t it me or you even!?”

“Well for one, typical romance isn’t exactly our field of expertise. I don’t know what you exp–”

You were cutoff by the ceramic smashing near the wall behind your head. Barely missing you it was lucky all you got was a cut from the ricochet glass shatter. It didn’t bother you, it seemed shallow, so you pressed further entering the room more. Closing and locking the door behind you as you closed in on your brother aiming to simply hug him.

It didn’t stop his drinking bout but it did bring him to a wobbly pause. Letting you slowly walk him away from the desk the alcohol sat. As if he was being taunted once he got barely three steps away he wrenched himself from your grip darting towards the alcohol. In his raw distracted strength he barely pushed you back into the decorative cabinet.

You would have repeated your attempt if it weren’t for the sudden grip of Ellwick’s leather glove on your wrist. Naturally you pulled yourself away or tried to. Struggling against his bone breaking hold, you ultimately relented as Arthur began to shove off the contents on his desk. Ellwick easily shoved you out of the room, successfully doing so. With that same force he pushes you against the wall, trapping you against it with his narrowed irises and presence alone.

“What are you doing?!”

“Its none of your business.”

“It is every bit my business! Why would you go anywhere near him when he’s in a drunken rage?”

“Because he’s family!” Your voice cracked with emotion, daring to look up at his softened blue eyes. With faux cough, you fixed yourself staring head on to the blonde before slipping past him.

“I don’t expect you to understand that though.”

Speed-walking out of the hall, your only goal was to return to your room hoping to finally relieve the burning sensation in your eyes. Ellwick on the other hand watched you walk away more specifically the cut that had let blood of yours trickle down.

In a fury like none other Ellwick made his way to the closed door. It was time to end this.

For good.

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“My son. I want you to know I will always love your mother and I’ll never stop loving her.”

“Right.”

“But I’ve found someone who makes me happy! Someone who will cherish me and you!”

“Okay.”

“The thing is…she has a very different line of work.”

Ellwick wasn’t sold. Even as young as he was there wasn’t an inherent attraction to the mafia-life. When he had the chance to he’d read a torrent of love-stories and twisted family relations all with mafia environments. It usually ended in death, somehow bringing a foreboding cloud over this new developement.

*Click*

“Whoa whoa little one I get that I’m not a replacement for any–”

“My gun. Take it.”

“E-excuse me?”

Ellwick didn’t really register you before this. Eyes widening as someone as tiny as you easily cocked and flipped the butt of a gun in the direction of his father. Wielding the weapon he’d only seen on those forbidden adult movies with such ease. A silent urgency on your part, you were offering your gun with a custom handle of your favorite color.

It was an uncharacteristic show of kindness.

The first he’d seen in a while.

Since the announcement of your parent’s engagement there was a tension birthed among your closest members and your family. It was a clear sentiment that they dared not express with Ellwick in the room or their boss for that matter.

‘You’re going to be a target. You’re going to die.’

Everyone wanted to say it. Hint at it. But the air was too thick and they were too scared to break the silence.

But not you.

You were the only one to tell it to him straight. Other than Ellwick himself. Of course the old geezer didn’t listen, avidly refusing to take your weapon and then attempting to get the weapon back from you.

It made you his favorite.

To think underneath such a cold exterior there was something soft–small but soft. Its what Ellwick told himself when you’d glare and insult him. He’s never found himself doing the same for your mother and brother. Only finding it in him to imagine their tortuous ends at his hands, he could never do that with you. Even when he began to do his work, he’d be all the more motivated when imagining two-thirds of his step-family.

Step-family. He didn’t like that title.

He hated associating you with that.

He liked you a lot more than that of a step-family.

He could handle the exclusion, the insults, the glares, all of it but he couldn’t have you being in the arms of someone else. So he pulled something he’d thought he buried long ago, charming the mayor’s son.

Having an influential leader’s heir willing to bend to his every whim and need made him powerful.

A threat.

So when your mother came to him practically begging for his forgiveness, Ellwick knew this was his chance to set everything in motion. So when you and your brother angrily departed he was prepared.

“The bit of your faction, handselected at my beck and call.”

“Done. You inform us of the policies and actions of the mayor?”

“Policies and upcoming legislation only. I’m not stalking my in-law.’

“Fine.“

“We meet once a month, I’ll come to you.”

“We can do that. Be willing to let your siblings visit you in-home during ermengenies?”

“Yes…I want (Y/n).”

“Excuse me?”

“I want (Y/n).

“You can’t be serious—”

“I am. I want full ownership of (Y/n) their activities, everything. Otherwise I’ll be inclined to fully inform the mayor and police department of what your true business entails.”

“I can’t possibly give you my child! Who do you think I am?!”

Ellwick made a face. Naturally and quickly pulling a gun out of his suit, earning a horrified reaction from his stepmother who was staring at the barrel. It’s not that Ellwick was unaware of the metal detectors and constant pat downs but when you’re a trained assassin this is light work.

“The same idiot, who thought’d I’d always be cleaning your messes. The same idiot who’s been ostracizing me and still put a gun in my hand.”

He moved closer but not close enough for his step-mother’s garrote-technique to be effective. He was almost inclined to reveal his companions ‘guarding her door or the poisoned dart in his cuff link. But he decided it wouldn’t be needed…not today at least.

“The same idiot who’s blind to the abusive alcholic she raised. That is more than likely hurting (Y/n) right now.”

“What’re you–”

“That’s what your first-husband was like, right? An alchoholic who ran the mafia with an iron fist.”

“Enough!...Fine. You can take them with you after your honeymoon.”

“Before.”

“Why would you–”

“Be-fore.”

“....It will be…done.”

When she finished, Ellwick had full intentions to find you. No doubt cooking up a barrage of insults to cutely angrily whisper behind you’re door. But before he could make it to your room, he heard the sound of glass shattering and muffled yelling.

He could only see red. Red as the cut that was bleeding on your skin.

Seems like his role as the family’s ‘cleanup crew’ would come in handy.

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magicdefendorwolf · 1 year

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Its the little things

Description:things they do that just melt your heart

Characters:Kafka,Blade,Jing Yuan,Yanqing,Gepard,Serval,Stelle

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Kafka

Despite being a busy woman with lots of things on her mind and shoulders she never seems to forget a single detail about you

She knows you like the back of her hand,she knows when you're stressed,happy,hungry,bored,everything really

And despite coming home tired after a long day she immediately notices your mood,if you're sad or stressed she wastes not time pulling you into her arms to talk about it,no matter how tired she is she will listen to you

Its like she has the perfect memory,she remembers every single detail about you,whether its physical,emotional or in your behaviour

When she sees you're nervous and fidgeting with something she calmly takes your hands into hers,kisses the inside of your palm before saying

"Sweetheart,maybe you should stop letting your body do all the talking and tell me what's wrong will you?"

She would tell you with a warm smile,a genuine one

If you're not ready to talk about it she'll take your mind off of it

And if you wanna talk about it she'll listen no matter what

And nothing will ever stop her from making you her number one priority

And you may not notice that straight away,but with time that becomes crystal clear

Jing Yuan

This dozing general,suddenly becomes the most focused man in the world once you start talking

He may doze off during oficial meetings but when you're talking its a completly different story

It doesnt even matter what you're talking about,you could be talking about the dumbest thing in the world for all he cares,after all its you that's talking,who else could be more important to him?

He also has a way of always making you feel special and deserving of everything

He for one,treats you like a princess no matter what,even if he teases you often he always means it in a lighthearted way

Another thing that simply melts your heart is how he always seems to plan dates with you that he always puts a lot of effort into because he wants you to feel special on your weekly date night,lets not talk about anniversaries,birthdays,and whatnot

The way he is so sweet with the birds and animals surrounding him always seems to have a way to make you internally awe

When he's outside a bird will perch on his shoulder and he'll just pet it so softly,its like all of these birds already know him because the same ones seems to be coming and going

Blade

Now listen to me,this guy has a barely existent romantic side,but

Inbetween all of his teasing that makes you want to smack that annoyingly handsome face of his,between all of those times he looks so cold and uncaring,almost as if he doesnt enjoy your company,each and every single time you think he simply despises you he suddenly does something that shows you he still loves you just as much

He may not be the perfect lover or partner but he tries

When you wake up without him by your side you wake up to breakfast already made and a little note saying "Dont forget to eat"

When you go to bed at night and he thinks you're asleep you never miss that small 'i love you' tha the couldnt bring himself to say in other conditions

When talking with Kafka privately she cant help but point out how whipped blade seems for you,and all you can respond with is pure shock

As she lists down things you would have never noticed if she handnt pointed out or explained to you

His protectiveness over you,you're his treasure,and he is your protector after all,he cant let you get even a slight scratch

How each and every single time he tries to verbalize his feelings for you he just cant put it into words,so he uses other ways

He often brings back gifts for you from wherever he's went,and whenever he's around he never leaves your side,wanting to savour your presence just a little longer

You're in the bathroom? Fine,he'll wait by the door. You're eating? Great he'll nethier eat with you or sit next to you. You have nothing to do? Even better come do something with him

Gepard

Gepard is a busy man,being the head of the silvermane guards and all,but that doesnt mean you're not one of his top priorities

Even if he is on duty or not he is always available for you,just dont try to take him away from his patrol,otherwise you're free to rant to him,talk to him,even if he'd prefer for you to go back to safety

Once he's finally off duty you and his sister are at the top of his list of people to find

After he passed by his sister's workshop he goes straight to your home like a child that is about to do their favourite activity

And even if while he is on duty he only has a short break,if its long enough he's coming to check in on you and his sister

To everyone else he is the head of the silvermane guards,a strong and unvwavering man,but to you,he's a puppy that never wants to leave your side

When he finally has the free time he's a lost puppy just following wherever you go and enjoying your presence

His sister loves teasing him about how lovestruck he is for you,but he cant deny a single thing because its all true,all he can do is shake his head at her antics and blush

Gepard also tries his best to make the most of every single moment he has with you

And he treasures everything he recieves from you,whether it be memories or physical things,whatever you gift him is sacred to him

Serval

The way Serval searches for you in the crowd during her performances and the moment she spots you her face lits up and its like she gained a new boost of energy

Or the way she wraps her arms around you lovingly and nuzzles closer to you during the mornings mumbling a sleepy 'good morning sunshine'

To her,your opinion is one of the most important things,and it simply melts you away to see the way she takes your opinion into consideration and is always so considerate of you

She may not look like the kind to be a doting mother to other people but to you,she is always like a mother nagging at you for going out into Belobog's icy wheather without proper layers of clothing like she doesnt walk around with a cropt top and without a sleeve+a skirt

Being caring and attentive is something she obtained from being Gepard's older sister

And while she thought that her habit of being protective ended once Gepard became a silvermane guard oh boy was she wrong,the moment you entered the picture she was back to her doting and and protective self,she thinks you dont like it but truly,it warms you up more than any coat could knowing this

During late nights in the workshop where you are simply falling asleep while forcing yourself to remain awake,for the sake of waiting for her to come to bed with you,she lightly scolds you about not sleeping not like she doesnt stay up until unholy hours tinkering with different things

But she'll still softly turn around to you,take you into her arms,speaking in such a soft and loving voice about how you should go to sleep

She truly knows how to turn into a puddle

Stelle

You are her charger,when she comes back onto the express,tired and drained of energy she takes your hand and rags you to your room so she can lay in your arms for as long as she needs,you're a person that will never drain her energy or make her tired,you're her safe space,and she is yours aswell

She never fails to turn you into a puddle with some of her pick up lines,some are super corny,but on the rare occasion she makes the sweetest pick up lines that turn you into a blushing mess

She never stops trying to fluster you with her pickup lines no matter how far into the relationship you are or how corny they are

She'll also randomly fall asleep on you,whether she falls asleep on your shoulder,lap,or on top of you while cuddling its a sign of how much she trusts you,its a sign that she feels safe falling asleep in your presence because she knows you will take care of her while she sleeps,or sleep together with her

She also cant help the lovesick grin that forms on her face whenever you are ranting to her about something

She'll be leaning into the palm of her head,her head slightly tilted to the side as she listens to you rant with the most inlove expression you could have ever seen on her face

Also dont try to stop her from carrying everything,and i mean it,if you go out shopping she is your personal bag carrier,if you have to move something heavier in the express she is going to move it for you,no questions asked,she just wants to help you and make sure you dont over carry

She also adores when you dress in matching outfits,or if you ever let her do your hair,the expression of pure joy she has on her face is enough to melt your heart no matter how much ice or cold there may be in it

She just loves your presence and doing things for you

Yanqing

You can never miss the way his eye light up even at the mere mention of your name

When you walk into a room searching for Yanqing and he spots you his previously uncaring and bored eyes suddenly light up with happiness as a small smile makes its way onto his face when he sees you running up to you to give you a big bear hug

Or the way he'll always take the time to explain things to you no matter how many times he's already explained it or how easy the topic is,if you ask him something,even if he'll be giving you the same answer for 100th time he's still going to answer with the same patience and smile

Or how he lets you win during board games,or any game really just to see your happy face when you win for the god knows which time in that row,and yet he can never get upset about losing when he sees you cheering about your win

Or how he so tenderly helps you brush your hair,or do your hair care routine,how he so gently brushes through it careful as to not pull on your hair

And he's always gentle with you,not just when brushing your hair,that gentleness just makes your heart flutter

And the way he's always willing to adapt to you

If you have less energy and prefer to sleep more he'll plan activities that favour your low energy

If you are more energised that great,he has someone who can keep up with him

He'll love you nethier way really

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lovers-in-love-around-the-world · 1 year

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interrupted

warnings- smut and anything that goes with it, interrupt while doing it with them, cursing, pet names

Reader is descriptive as a girl.

Plot- where the other Haitani brother walks in on you guys getting nasty.

Ran:

You and Ran were in his room. You had been laid on the bed with Ran in between your thighs. You couldn't remember how this happened and how you both got here.

All you remember is Ran calling you over saying you two needed to finish somethings and here you are now. Naked Infront of Ran with him inbetween your thighs with him only being shirtless.

You moaning and pulling into his hair. Trying to tell him that it was too much. You were way to sensitive for this and just wanted him in you by now. He had already made you cum a few times. Not being able to count anymore.

Ran would just continued to eat you out. Saying to cum one more time for him and then he would finally put you at ease.

You knew he was getting off from his. Watching you whimper and moan from him eating you. From you squirming around while he has to hold you down to make sure you don't get away.

But what you didn't expect is for Rindou to walk in. When he did you just froze and looked at him. Your face went red from embarrassment.

When Ran felt you froze. He lifts his head and looks at you and then at what your looking at. He then wipes his chin and looks at his brother.

"Do you know where you put my DJ stuff. I can't find it" Rindou says, acting like nothing was going on.

Ran thinks for a moment and then nodes. You didn't realize that he was still playing with you but this time with his fingers. You realized he was when he put his fingers inside of you and started stretching you out. You then groan under your breath.

"it should be in the living room in one of the boxes or cabinets. If not I don't know." Ran said. Rindou nodes before closing the door and walking away.

Ran then looked back at you and smirks. He then pecks your lips before kissing your neck.

"sorry about that darling. Now lets us continue~" he said.

Rindou:

Rindou had you on your back with your hands above your head. He was slowly putting himself into you while holding your hands.

You put you head back and closed your eyes as you groans while he does this. Rindou groans and watches you.

He loved seeing your facial expressions while he fucked you. He loved the way your face twisted into pleasure and the way your eyes rolled back. It turned him on more than he would ever admit.

He then slowly moved in and out of you. Watching as you hands grip onto the sheets.

He could never forget how tight you are for him. No matter how many times he fucks you. You are always so tight for him.

Sometimes he wonders how has he not just came right on the spot. He continued to move into you.

Getting faster and faster. As sweats slowly covers both of your body's and the sounds of skin on skin and moans and grunts fill the room.

That was till he heard his door open up. He groans out of annoyance. He then found a blanket closest to you guys and covered you up so than his brother couldn't see you. He then stopped his thrusts and turned to his brother with an annoyed look.

"what?" He asked. He hated when he was interpreted specially when it was with you.

"I was going to ask if you want anything to eat but I see you already got you a snack" Ran says and smiles at you both. Rindou just rolls his eyes.

"no but seriously is there anything you guys want to eat." Ran asked.

Rindou sighs and looks at you. You just shurgged.

"just get us what we normally eat." Rindou says and looks at his brother.

Ran nodes before closing the door before giving you a wink and chuckling to himself as he walks away.

Rindou just sighs before talking the cover of you. You then cup his cheeks and pecks his face with kisses.

"want to continue?" You asked. You didn't want to force him from after what happened and things.

He just nodes. You didn't realize that after that he was now going to act like an animal with you and not hold back.

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xuanhttps · 4 months

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⠀♩⠀⠀‿‿⠀⠀❀⠀⠀⠀﹒⠀⠀⠀꒷꒦⠀⠀⠀Ꮺ ֶָ۪ ⠀⠀⠀﹐ i will see your body bare

› in which ;; you will always be there.

› containing ;; azul ashengrotto, leona kingscholar, silver vanrouge , gn!reader (you/yours)

› disclaimer ;; not proofread and written at midnight, kinda songfic??? not rlly but i plaster mitski lyrics here and there bc im in love with her carnally

a treasury is not complete without a pearl — ashengrotto, azul.

he is dependant, even if he hides it. azul would rather eat octopus than admit to his dependancy on your love. someone as strong and independent as the ramshackle prefect would surely laugh at his desperation! he cannot be weak. surely. that is what he must be telling himself, you think as you pull his head closer to you. resting it inbetween your shoulder and neck as his eyes droop. after hours of managing the lounge, perhaps the big fish mafia boss needs his own break.

you lay him down in bed, not before taking off his blazer and hanging it on the chair. he lays down in your bed, although uncomfortable in theory the simple scent of that perfume schoenheit bought you will never fade. he sighs lovingly, gazing at your face which is just so.. responsible, taking care of him like this.

i will wash your hair at night, and dry it off with care.

other nights, the two of you bathe together in his dorm. your hair knitted in his curly, white locks as you massage the shampoo into his scalp, only looking at his face to avoid him feeling insecure, you know him so perfectly. it drives him crazy in love. he feels so safe, even with his body bare. with you, its as if the past 17 years of his life never occurred. all that matters is the soft caress of your fingers against his skin, the sweet words you whisper as you press kisses to his neck and back. how you promise to him, that he will always be your pearl.

you are the one thing i cannot lose — kingscholar, leona.

it should be considered unbecoming of him, to be so loving with you. to let you tangle your finger tips in his braids as you rub his ears as if he were a housecat. his grumbles go unnoticed, you both know how much he loves them. how he will always lean into your touch. how, for once, as embarrassing as it is.. he wishes for someone to fall back on. someone like you. the perfect, unstoppable prefect.

ever since his overblot, his eyes have been on you. the persistence you hold is something he wishes for. yet once he is in your lap, or you rest in his, that resolve turns to specks of sand in afterglow savannah. he could be stripped of his royal title, and he would still dismiss it if it meant feeling your hands graze over his skin. or seeing the ways in which your expressions change with your mood.

cause' all I ever wanted is here, all i ever wanted.

right. he could shed tears when he remembers how dear he is to you. what did he do to deserve this? a second place player, a second place prince. always second place. why is he first to you? is it pity? he should be enraged. he should growl and remind you that he is far from weak. yet, he melts into you like cotton candy in the rain. hes weak for you, youre weak for him.

i see your smile in my dreams — vanrouge, silver

he wishes to see more of you. with you, more than ever, silver wishes his narcolepsy could just disappear. silver is abundantly aware of how much he misses, your smile and your voice.. how much more he could see them, how much more he would hear them. how addicting it would be, like a drug that only brings fortune. silver wishes he could protect you from the forsaken world you are trapped in. yet despite that, he knows you are strong. silver cannot help but look up to you, you who will always be the strongest person in his heart.

so by the time you wake, ill be brave.

he rests his head in your lap, like a child longing for the embrace of a parent. the experience carries a scent of childhood, if such a thing may be described. like a warmth enveloping the two of you. thorns in your side wither into dust when he is near. his eyes glimmer like stars fallen to the sand, a long walk barefoot with the grains against your feet and the wind passing by like time being a dream silver finds hopeful. perhaps in another world, he could stay awake to see your face much longer. should he be blind to such a rejuvenating sight, silver will drown in the sensation of your touch like a diver at sea. he may never return, if you leave he may never be the same. for, his home lies in your heart alone.

#🌀 ;; xuanhttps #twst x reader #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #silver twst #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #silver twst x reader #x gn!reader #x reader #fluff??#im so tired but i finally finished this yay #thinkinf of othervideas

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anonimusunnoaniswriting · 3 months

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Under the City Lights in the Shade of your Kiss.

Namami with a Tall! Girlfriend

𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

This man is 6 ft. So there's not a lot of people taller than him to be honest so the first time he sees you he's awestruck. Jaw hanging open like a buffoon before it's physically closed shut by Gojo of all people.

Man is mesmerised. He remembers everything about you so clearly. Your hair bouncing as you're laughing and chatting with your friends, head turning animatedly. The pretty pink gloss on your lips glinting in the flashing lights of the club. Your gorgeous body hugged by the black tube dress you wore only complimented by the intricately embroidered bomber jacket on top. You towered above your friends. Your shoes adding a couple inches but there was no doubt about it. You were taller than him.

You caught him staring and smiled shyly before winking amd turning back to your friends who had finished their shots and were now dragging you to the dance floor.

Your wink and the whiskey in him gave Nanami the courage he needed to go up to you and dance. His hands gently learning the curves of your body and all he could think of was how you would look underneath him. And you, fresh out of your situationship were ready to have a bit of fun so it wasn't really surprising when he was fumbling with the keys to his apartment with you against the locked door desperately kissing at him. Lips moulded to his. Grinding on him.

You stumble in and the clothes are coming off. Inbetween kisses. The jackets (both his and yours), his tie, your heels. He paused to look up at you. "God, how tall are you gorgeous?"

You can't help but giggle. "I'm 6'2"... Is that an issue?"

"Good god no!" He breathes, eyes darkening with lust.

He's scrambling at your dress's zipper and you're tearing at his shirt buttons as he lifts you and carries you to his bed. It's large and soft, enough that he drops you down and immediately pulls off the dress from your body to bury his face in your cunt. The heat from your pussy and the wet patch forming on your panties spurring him on. He licks and sucks, pushing the fabric of your underwear aside like a man lost in a dessert and you are a life saving oasis. He peels off your soaked panties soon enough and continues licking and sucking with renewed vigour. The lewd slurping sounds turn you on even more and you feel yourself getting close to your climax.

"Fuck, don't stop please!" You mewl out. A sound that not many men have coaxed from you. Nanami smiles against your cunt but continues in the same way. Licking. Sucking. Prodding. Slurping. Your hands reach down to his blonde locks fisting them as you get close. Your hips involuntarily grind against his face over and over. He generously pushes one thick finger into your wet cunt then another, still keeping his pace. One more flick to your clit and you explode. Your pussy gushes and you push your hips into his face thankful for his strong arms pinning you down otherwise.

Nanami helps you ride out your high on his face and resurfaced grinning. His eyes twinkling. "I thought you were a goddess when I first saw you, but that just proved you're divine."

You felt your cheeks heat up and leaned in to kiss him. You could smell your arousal on his face. But it didn't embarass you. It turned you on even more. Here was man who loved pleasuring you so much that he got hard from it. You could feel the offending appendage poking at your thigh and giggled.

"My turn then?" You asked Nanami. "Can I suck your cock?" You smirked at him. While tugging at his slacks and boxers.

"Not this time." The blonde groaned, "I need to be inside you." He quickly reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom.

"Let me."

You took the foil square from his hands and tore open the wrapping as he kicked off the trousers he wore. Then gently placing the disk on his already hard cock younrolled it all the way down, and placed a tiny kiss on the top. His cock twitched in your hand.

"Fuck please let me put in in gorgeous" he begged feeling like if he didn't fuck you now he might just come in your hands like a school boy. You smile and lay back letting him get on top of you. As he lines up his cock with your entrance you can't help but feel a thrum of excitement.

Nanami slowly pushes his cock into your greedy pussy. His cock is big enough for you to feel a delicious stretch while not so large as to hurt you. You feel him filling you nicely inch by inch, eyes trained on your face to make sure you were comfortable. A few shallow thrusts have you moaning and grinding your hips against him again.

"Fuck me, please Nanami-san! Please!" The desperation to feel him fully inside you evident in your voice. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and complies.

Nanami pushed into you fully. While kissing and licking the skin of your neck.

"Yea? Do I feel good for you gorgeous? Is it good?" He growls in your ear. You can't do anything but nod, his cock making you feel so full.

Slowly, Nanami starts to rock into you gently and then hard, picking up the pace. His mouth finds yours and your lips crash , teeth grazing and hands grabbing he fucks into you. All the noises coming from you sound like the prettiest siren song he's ever heard making you irresistible. He fucks your pussy kissing down your cheek to your jawline and then your collarbone. His thrusts getting faster and more and more erratic.

You put your hands on his shoulders and rock your hips into his cock further and further, harder, faster. Your lips not leaving his.

Nanami grunts a quick "I'm gonna come!" before ejaculating inside you.

He pulls out, making quick work of the condom and hops out to the toilet to clean up. He brings back. A warm damp towel and helps you wipe up your slick as well and then returns to the bed in all his gorgeous naked glory. You cant help but feel your eyes close.

"C'mere." Nanami mumbled to you. He wraps , arms around you cuddling you and nuzzling against your ear leaving the two of you to slowly drift away into a comfortable slumber....

AN: ok this is NOT EDITED. THIS IS A MIDNIGHT SUDDEN BURST OF INSPIRATION FICLET SO BE GENTELLL

Also I wrote this for 1 person and 1 person only @pseudowho it u. Since you wanted a tall reader and I was like oh yeah I can defo write that!!! (Has never been tall in my adult life) 😭😭😭

This is so sad Alexa play WTTBP

It's literally 12:30 AM and I pulled this out of my ass so if you see grammatical errors or something just KINDLY. KINDLYYY tell me in the comments.

Aight. I love my man Nanami. I'm sorry for any inaccuracies bc my 5'2" ass has never been tall in its life. I'm very tired. Will edit this tomorrow in the daylight.

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thedoodlerreturns · 14 days

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More Conan reread thoughts (ignore the time difference between the last one). Spoilers for practically everything lol

Honestly compared to last time, I really like the dynamic between Shinichi and Heji

In this panel specifically I really like how basically the second after Heji hears Shinichi he gets really excited. And when Shinichi tries to focus on the case and everything but Heji just tells him to come visit Osaka (which I also think is great, he just wants to hang out with his friend), Shinichi goes to hand up lol. I just really like their friendship.

I don't exactly remember what chapters these are from and how many are inbetween, but here's my next screenshot. Can you imagine this little child just suddenly appearing behind you and with the most innocent smile asking if you want to murder someone? I too would be horrified, even if I did want to murder someone lol. He just looks so happy to say it.

And then we have the Akai family interactions.

I cannot emphasize enough how much I love anytime they interact. I just love them so much. Like they just. They're a family. They all care for eachother in their own ways. Even though they aren't often together. It's great.

And then we have that delivery truck case where we see Amuro just being a good guy. A scary guy. But definitely fueld by the correct intentions.

Like dude is literally running while doing complex calculations in order to track where the message had blown off too. If that's not impressive, I dunno what is.

And then he catches the guy (by punching him in the stomach mind you) and pulls out fucking tape while telling Conan to call the police. Like. Oh my god.

Just look at how bright and happy his face is. This man has killed people before.

I think that's all I have for now, will be reading more soon. Might or might not post my thoughts we'll see

Thanks for reading my ramblings and I hope you have a great existence!

#dcmk #amuro tooru #detco #detective conan #edogawa conan #furuya rei #rei furuya #akai shuichi #shuichi akai #kudo shinichi #hattori heiji #heji Hattori #sera masumi #masumi sera

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imagines--galore · 7 days

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||The Thread of Fate|| Part Twenty

Summary: Soulmate AU. They say the Thread of Fate connects you to your one true love. It may tangle. It may stretch. But it will never break. Wrapped around your little finger it tightens when it feels your soulmate is close and loosens when they are far. And becomes visible with the colors of your soulmate’s Nation when you finally fall in love with them.

Pairing: Zuko x OroraOC (ATLA)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Adventure.

Previous Chapters - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen

A/N: Okay so for the sake of moving things along, I'm gonna be compressing episodes together. Don't worry, we'll still get pivotal moments and plenty of angst inbetween as well as Orora's interaction with the Gaang, plus Zuko's turmoil, but just a bit fast paced cuz I know we're all excited to get to the Day of the Black Sun. One more thing, this chapter tends to get a little.....dark at some points. Orora is dealing with the trauma of Zuko betraying her, and Zuko is just warring with himself. So yeah, neither teenager is in a good place right now. BUT! Other then that! Happy reading lovelies!

He was tossing and turning in his sleep. Half formed thoughts and lucid dreams plagued his mind. Nothing made sense.

Nothing except...........the thought of her.

Opening his eyes, he was greeted with the sight of Orora sitting on the edge of his bed. "Can't sleep huh?" She asked, sounding just as amused as he remembered.

Ignoring her, he sat up, running a hand down his face. "So whats on your mind?" She asked, standing to move around the room. "The Fire Lord?" He shook his head, though he was lying. "Azula?" Another shake of his head. "Aang?" She sounded a lot closer.

He was about to shake his head when something compelled him to look up and meet her gaze. It was almost scary, how clearly his mind could conjure her. And not just the physical aspect of her. He could actually imagine her warmth, and smell the perfume she had taken to wearing in Ba Sing Se.

"Of course, you're not thinking of me." She continued, sitting in front of him. "I mean why would you? I mean nothing to you." The look she fixed him with was once more a mirror image of what he remembered from the catacombs. His heart leaped in his throat.

A sudden flicker of color had his eyes darting towards the string on his finger.

It glowed a feeble blue, before disappearing.

He looked back up.

She was gone.

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"I think I see a cave below." Aang called out from beside her, though she could barely see through the cloud that drifted around them.

Sokka hushed him instantly. "Shh! Keep quiet!" Orora rolled her eyes as she scratched Momo behind the head. "Sokka, I doubt anyone is around this place for miles." She pointed out to which Sokka shot her a glare.

Appa landed as Aang dissipated the cloud he had been airbending around them. Sokka jumped down and looked around suspiciously before crossing his arms and turning to look at the rest of them as they disembarked from the Bison.

He looked so much like a father disappointed at his children that Orora had to suppress a smile to lest she annoy him further.

"Great job with the cloud camo." He praised Aang, to which the young Avatar smiled. "But next time, let's disguise ourselves as the kind of cloud that knows how to keep its mouth shut." He ended, before moving to look around once more.

"You gonna check under the rocks for booby traps Sokka?" Orora called out, unable to keep from taking a jab at the boy's suspicious nature.

Toph, who was standing next to her, and who also couldn't let such a golden tease Sokka opportunity go to waste added. "Yeah, we wouldn't want a bird to hear us chatting up there and turn us in." Aang and Katara, who had been holding back their smiles, smothered their giggles.

His face set in an annoyed scowl, Sokka rounded on all four of them. "Hey, we're in enemy territory." He pointed above his head where a few birds sat atop the boulder right behind him. "Those are enemy birds." He whispered harshly. One of the Toucan Puffin jumped onto his head and screeched.

"Maybe he thinks your ponytail is a friend." This time the other three did start laughing out loud as they walked towards the cave Aang had seen earlier. Grumbling under his breath, Sokka followed after them, though he did not stop in his.........reconnaissance. He brushed past Orora, prompting the girl to scowl at him in annoyance.

The group stood around as Sokka continued to investigate, and once he was satisfied he stood up straight and grinned. "Well, this is it. This is how we'll be living until the invasion begins. Hiding in cave after cave after cave after cave." His head fell lower and lower as his voice lost the enthusiasm behind it and his shoulders slumped.

Katara rolled her eyes at her brother's antics. "Sokka, we don't need to become cave people. What we need is some new clothes." She said, gesturing to herself as well as the rest of the group. Aside from Sokka, who wore the Fire Nation Soldier uniform, all four of them were wearing clothes of their respective nations, except for Orora, with cloaks thrown over their shoulders.

Orora glanced down at herself and grimaced. "Yeah, I think red on green is a little out of fashion." She flicked the front of her dress in annoyance. "Besides if we get Fire Nation clothes we can just walk around in the open no?" She continued, turning to look at her friends.

Aang nodded. "Yeah, blending in is better than hiding out. If we get Fire Nation disguises, we would be just as safe as we would be hiding in a cave." He finished with a big grin.

Having taken to sitting down on the stone floor, Toph nodded. "Plus, they have real food out there. Does anyone want to sit in the dirt and eat cave hoppers?" The girl punched the side of the cave, causing several hoppers to jump out. Feeling a shiver run up her spine, Orora quickly stepped a little ways away from the creepy crawlies, and tried very hard not to look at Momo who was chomping on one of them.

Sokka sighed before looking at Momo. "Looks like we got outvoted, sport." He said, before cheerfully proclaiming. "Let's get some new clothes."

Seems the thought of not living in a cave all the time cheered him up.

And for once luck was on their side.

All five of them crouched behind a rock that overlooked a Fire Nation home with a waterfall nearby. There were rows upon rows of clothes hanging over natural steam vents. As her blue eyes darted from one clothing item to the next, Orora contemplated on what to take.

"I don't know about this." Aang whispered. "These clothes belong to somebody."

Katara, who had been on her one side, jumped out from behind the rock. "I call the silk robe!" She called, grabbing two outfits.

The other waterbender was quick to follow. "No fair Katara! I had my eye on that!"

Aang blinked as the two girls began to race between the maze of clothes, darting to and fro, examining clothes, and picking the ones they liked and leaving what they didn't. "But if it's essential to our survival." He mused, before he too perked up and jumped over the rock. "Then I call the suit!"

Though there was a flurry of activity inbetween the clothing lines, each of them was discrete as they grabbed clothes here and there. Anything they wouldn't need would be returned, but for now grabbing as many garments seemed to be the best way to go about it.

Soon they had all picked out their clothes and moved away to quickly change. Orora looked at what she had picked out. A pair of pants that slid over her legs, sitting loosely and ending just below her knees. Pulling the laces on the edge, she was able to create a slight ruffle once she tied it up. She paired it with a shin length skirt wrapped around her waist, but had made a slight modification by splitting the sides of the skirt to allow her legs to move better.

Her top was a deep red bandeau, with gold accents along the edges, that left her shoulders and part of her navel bare, revealing soft brown skin. She pulled on a pair of armbands that came up to her elbows. They were the same color as the top, and the ends were tipped in gold.

A nearby shed had revealed several shoes within. With a shoe size that was a little tough to find, Orora had taken the first one that fit her. They were a dark brown with a golden stripe down the front to the tip and came up to her calf. Pulling them on, she turned her attention to her reflection.

Now that her hair was long enough, she was able to make a braid that circled around her head like a crown, keeping stray strands out of her face.

Pursing her lips, she twisted this way and that, wanting to see herself from all angles. It wasn't her first choice of outfit, but she didn't have many options. Besides, it felt strange to be wearing red when all she associated with that color was fear.

She missed wearing blue, the girl suddenly realized, sighing to herself. Now she understood why Zuko had hated the colors of the Earth Kingdom. He had missed the colors of his Nation.

A scowl creased her features. Why had she just thought of him? He didn't even deserve a single second of her time.

Growling to herself, and ignoring the way her heart twinged, she bundled up her clothes and threw them into the river, causing her reflection to ripple.

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Once they had all reconvened, the small group walked into the nearby city to purchase some other items they needed. Accessories to go with their now outfits.

Katara bought a new necklace, swapping the one she wore. Toph chose a headband, Sokka picked out a top knot. Aang, already wearing a headband, didn't pick anything out. Orora took a simple hair clip that would keep her braid in place.

Now for the next problem.

Food.

"I'm starving!" Toph groaned. Her complain was followed by a rumble from her stomach. Katara smiled as she patted Toph's shoulder in reassurance. "Don't worry, that's what we're gonna do next."

Before stepping out into the street, they stood behind a wall, waiting for Aang to finish hiding Momo.

Seeing him pat down Momo's ears and hide him inside his shirt, Orora raised an eyebrow. "You sure he won't get out Aang?" She asked, to which he grinned. "Momo knows how to keep still, don't you buddy?" He nearly stuck his face into his shirt. The poor animal responded with a series of chitters.

"I used to visit my friend Kuzon here a hundred years ago." Aang said in a cheerful tone. "So, everyone just follow my lead and stay cool. Or, as they say in the Fire Nation, 'stay flamin'." He walked out from behind the building. With a brief look of confusion she shared with Katara, the rest of the followed after him.

As they looked for a restaurant, Aang continued to greet people n the strange lingo he had learned a hundred years ago. "If he keeps saying that we're definitely gonna get noticed." Toph stated.

Finally finding a restaurant, they all moved to step inside but Aang stopped. "Oh, we're going to a meat place?"

Sokka shrugged. "Come on, Aang, everyone here eats meat. Even the meat!" He pointed towards a hippocow who was consuming a piece of meat.

Aang grimaced. "You guys go ahead. I'll just get some lettuce out of the garbage." Katara waved at him before they entered the building. "Stay out of trouble." Orora called over her shoulder. Aang gave her a playful salute.

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It turns out, she didn't have much of an appetite.

And given that she felt a little restless, Orora decided to walk back to the cave by herself, leaving Sokka to nearly eat the whole restaurant out.

She took her time, looking around at the buildings, and watching the Fire Nation civilians go about their everyday lives. It seemed so strange, to be walking through the enemy and have them acting so normal. Then again they were normal. None of them were soldiers. She doubted any of them had anything to do with the war.

The young waterbender took a long while walking around and just exploring, and it wasn't until it was sundown, that she realized that it was getting late.

Changing course, she walked out of town following the stream towards the cave they would be staying in for the next few days. As she walked, her gaze slowly began to shift to the babbling stream she walked alongside.

Her steps slowed, and soon she came to a stop.

The girl stood there, staring at the water as it rushed by. Ever changing, ever shifting.

It followed it's own course, she thought, just like she had. And yet the stream seemed to have made its way in the world with no obstacles, so why couldn't she do the same?

Her obstacle wasn't physical. It was mental and emotional.

Since Ba Sing Se, she had kept her attention towards her friends and their well-being. There had never been a moment when she had been alone. And if she happened to be alone, she would try to distract herself by either training or wandering around, just as she had done just now around the town.

Now?

She was alone.

With nothing but her thoughts, and the stream for company.

And her mind went to the one person she had no desire to think of and yet.......he was always there.

At the back of her mind.

Zuko.

Her soulmate.

The boy who had decided to return to the Fire Nation. To a father who had banished him. Had burned him.

What Orora couldn't wrap her head around was the fact that he had just............left.

He'd just left.

Her and his Uncle.

Had he not thought of how his actions would effect either of them?

Had he not loved his Uncle?

Love.

She........didn't think he loved her. But he did at least care for her.

Didn't he?

Or rather hadn't he?

Did he still think about her? Or had he already forgotten all that they had shared in Ba Sing Se? All those moments when it looked like they were progressing with their friendship. All those talks they had had, sharing everything with each other.

Had all that amounted to..........nothing?

Was she nothing to him?

Had she not been enough?

That strange sensation began to creep up her throat again, she gulped it back but it took her a couple of tries before it disappeared.

She stared into the watery depths of the stream, completely missing the way her string glowed a dull red for a second before disappearing.

"Orora?"

The sound of her name suddenly echoed in her ears and she blinked. Shaking her head to clear herself of the fog that seemed to have descended upon her, the girl quickly turned her head to the source of the sound.

Aang looked at her from where he stood a few feet away, covered in dirt. "Are you alright? I've been calling out to you for a long time now?" He asked, concern in his grey eyes.

"I'm......fine." She finally responded, pushing away her morbid thoughts and forcing herself to pay attention to Aang. "Why're you covered in dirt?" She asked, wanting to change the subject lest the boy pick up on what had her mind so occupied.

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I went to play hide and explode with some new friends of mine." He said. Orora raised an eyebrow. "Uh huh, and where exactly did you make these friends?" From what the others had told her, Aang had the tendency to make friends wherever he went.

Aang grinned. "At school."

That was not the answer she had been expecting.

She blinked.

"Say what?"

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Twice now he had gone to the prison.

The first time he had turned back, not even making it t the door. The second time he had walked in, threatened a guard before entering the one cell room he had been dreading to.

His Uncle's.

Not that going there had done him any good.

His Uncle had not spoken a word, and the already panicked and confused Prince had shouted a few choice words before going back the way he came.

It wasn't until the next morning, when he woke up and was playing around with his breakfast instead of actually eating it, did he realize that all that anger and confusion had morphed into something else completely.

Guilt and shame.

Zuko had wanted nothing more then to forget about it, to go about his day as if nothing had happened the night before. So when Mai had suggested that they take a private stroll to the nearby rocky outcrop that provided gorgeous views of the landscape he had almost said yes.

What had stopped him?

Memories of a blue eyed girl.

Her smile. Her presence. Her kindness. Her words. Her comfort. Her voice. Her hugs. Her laughter. Her smile. Her.............kiss.

"Thanks Mai, but I want to be alone right now." He finally responded. She gave a frown, her lips pinched.

"You know I'm getting tired of throwing hints and you not picking up on them Zuko." He flinched, thinking that maybe he had been a little dismissive of Mai's efforts to win him over.

There would have been a time when he would have actually reciprocated her feelings, and enjoyed them as well.

Now?

Now the very thought of even spending time with Mai had him feeling guilty.

As if he were going behind Orora's back.

Which was ridiculous, because they hadn't even been together officially. They'd just been friends.

But.....friends didn't kiss like they did.

Soulmates did.

Neither of them had thought of accepting the bond either, really they'd never even talked about it.

Mai had already walked off, and Zuko had barely noticed. His eyes were slightly glazed as he focused on the image of the water tribe girl he had called his friend for so many months.

If she were to see him now, she wouldn't be able to recognize him, he was sure.

Guilt and shame returned tenfold.

Though it was futile, he figured a walk along the same route Mai had suggested would do him some good. Pretty soon he was sitting atop a large flat boulder, one leg hanging over the side while the other he had pulled up so he could rest his arm on his knee.

The sun had just begun to set, casting gorgeous red, orange and yellow hues all around. He closed his eyes.

"You know its funny."

His eyes shot open and he turned his head. Orora was sitting beside him, knees pulled up to her chest. For the first time since his return home, there was a small smile playing about her lips. He stared, stunned.

"While we were in Ba Sing Se, we saw the night sky, and we watched a couple of sunrises together. But never a sunset." She turned her head so she could look at him. "I wonder why is that."

Feeling his own lips pull into a small smile. "Probably because we were too tired from being in the tea shop all day." He responded to which she sighed and nodded. "Yeah.......I just wish we had watched one together."

She lay her hands flat on either side of her body, leaning back on her arms, tilting her head back as she took in the last bit of warmth.

Zuko stared.

How was it that such a simple act would make her appear even more pretty then she already was? Had she always been this beautiful, or was his mind making her appear even more so then she already was?

Reaching out, he gently took her hand in his. Orora looked at him, surprise evident across her features. But Zuko was hardly aware of that, as he concentrated on the feel of her hand in his. Her scent as it surrounded him. And her presence that had always calmed him.

And yet.........the guilt..........the shame lingered.......

"I'm surprised to find you here by yourself Zuko. I figured you would be with Mai."

His eyes shot open and his head whipped to the side to see his sister leaning against a nearby rock wall. Her signature smirk was present across her lips as she looked at him.

"What do you want Azula?" He asked, turning his head back to it's original placement. Walking to stand in front of him, Azula cut straight to the point.

"So, I've heard you've been to visit your uncle fatso in the prison tower." Her words prompted him to slide down and stand in front of her, hands fisted in anger and glaring at her.

"That guard told you." He growled angrily, to which Azula shook her head, her smirk growing.

"No." She said, as calm as could be. "You did. Just now."

He wanted to kick himself for his own stupidity. Why did he have to go and fall for Azula's tricks every time. Still he stepped away from her and sighed. "Okay, you caught me. What is it that you want, Azula?"

His sister shrugged. "Actually, nothing." He stared up at her in disbelief. "Believe it or not, I'm looking out for you. If people find out you've been to see Uncle, they'll think you're plotting with him. Just be careful, Dum-Dum."

With that she walked off, leaving Zuko to think over what had just happened. There had to be an agenda behind her little visit. Azula didn't speak to him unless she wanted something. Or when she wanted to torment him and make his life miserable.

Too late for that, he mused to himself, lifting the hand that had held Orora's so many times.

He was already miserable.

The thread flickered a feeble blue before disappearing.

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This was rather strange for lack of a better word.

She'd attended partied growing up, but they had all been rather stiff and solemn affairs.

And there was nothing stiff and solemn about the dance party Aang had decided to throw.

Kids dancing, laughing, chatting and just generally being......kids.

She stood in the corner beside the table Toph and Katara occupied, sipping from her the cup the former had earthbended for their use. The cave looked gorgeous, with hundreds of candles flickering against the walls. Music filled the air as Aang taught his new friends all the dance moves he knew from a hundred years ago.

"Who knew Twinkle-toes could dance." Toph said as she sipped her drink.

"Hope those dances are still relevant." Orora added, smiling to herself as Aang began to pull a few girls to the dance floor, who followed eagerly. Her eyes shot to Katara, and she couldn't help but purse her lips to keep from laughing at the annoyed look on the girl's face.

But she didn't have to wait long. Aang approached Katara, holding out his hand and asking her for a dance.

Orora couldn't help but smile brightly as the both of them ran to the dance floor hand in hand.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and simply stared at the two dancers. Orora recognized the dance. It was actually a series of waterbending forms that required two people to perform together. Looks like Aang had decided to put a little spin on his and Katara's fighting skills to other use.

She sighed.

They looked so happy, smiling and laughing as they glided across the floor. They deserved it. The both of them had seen too many horrors and just deserved to be happy with each other. Anyone could see why they were picked to be soulmates. If they decided to tell anyone that is.

They just fit together.

Like two pieces of a puzzle.

Like.........

Like her and Zuko had been.

Her heart constricted painfully in her chest, prompting her to gulp down her drink, as if it would get rid of the pain. Though the ache remained. While Orora went off to refill her cup, Toph's unblinking eyes followed her retreating back.

This wasn't the first time the young earthbender had picked up on the weird anomaly. And she was starting to wander what it was all about.

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He was back again.

He didn't know why he kept coming back. Call it desperation. His Uncle had always been the one he turned to during his hour of need. It was upon returning to the Fire Capital that Zuko realized he had no one other then his Uncle who could give him advice and whom he could trust.

Despite the guilt he felt every time he visited him, Zuko always pushed past it.

Why?

He was getting desperate.

As he slid some food through the bars of the prison behind which his Uncle sat, he couldn't help but feel that guilt increase tenfold as he wandered what kind of food were they even giving him.

If he received any food at all.

"I brought you some komodo chicken. I know you don't care for it, but I figure it beats prison food." He said, his low voice echoing against the cold stone walls of the prison.

"I admit it." He began again after a beat of silence. "I have everything I always wanted." Not everything, an inner voice supplied, conjuring up an image of a certain waterbender girl with white in her hair. "But it's not as all how I thought it would be. The truth is, I need your advice."

Leaning forward he gripped the bars of the door. "I think the Avatar is still alive, I know he's out there, I'm losing my mind." His Uncle did not even respond. Growing desperate by the moment, Zuko continued.

"Please, Uncle, I'm so confused I need your help." His words were met with silence. All that fear, guilt and loneliness boiled down to one emotion.

Anger.

Anger he let out on his Uncle as he suddenly stood.[Iroh still has nothing to say to him. "Forget it." He declared, his hands shook with anger as he began to walk out of the room. "I'll solve it myself! Waste away in here for all I care!"

A voice called out.

"Is this how you behave with your elders Zuko?"

The boy in question whipped his head around to see Orora standing next to his Uncle behind bars. She was looking at him with such disappointment. "Stay out of it Orora!" He commanded, before walking out and slamming the door behind him.

Behind him Iroh looked up, wandering why his nephew would say such a thing. The thought of his young pupil had the old Master hoping and praying that she was safe.

Two lone tears slid down his cheek.

One for his nephew, who had lost his way, and one for his pupil, who had lost everything.

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It had to be done.

This was the final resort.

He was desperate.

There was nothing else he could do.

As the man he had hired approached, Zuko lowered his hood and looked at him. "You're sure you weren't followed?" He asked the giant of a man with the metal leg. The towering figure gave no response.

"I've heard about you." Zuko continued. "They say you're good at what you do, and even better at keeping secrets." This was it. His chance to keep what he deserved.

"The Avatar is alive." He revealed, a slight tremor in his voice as he continued. "I want you to find him, and end him." After a few moments, the man nodded in confirmation. Satisfied, Zuko pulled back his hood. His heart clenched in his chest, and his stomach flipped. Despite the fact that he had hardly eaten throughout the day, he felt like he was going to be sick. He quickly hurried off, as the urge to take back his order rose in him in a wave of guilt and shame.

No sooner had he disappeared from view when another hooded figure approached, though this figure did not remove their hood, anyone who knew them would recognize the voice.

"You heard what my brother said. And no matter what, do not stop for anything."

The voice continued, smooth and without the slightest bit of tremor as it gave the orders to kill. "I will pay you thrice as much as he does if you follow my orders, and four times my weight in gold if you return with one of the Avatar's companions."

The man blinked at the figure.

"A watertribe girl, with white in her hair." Anyone else who heard the voice, would be able to pick up on the absolute glee in the person's tone.

After all, there was nothing Princess Azula loved more then tormenting her brother.

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She stared into the murky waters of the river.

The voices of the rest of the group were muffled behind her as she sat a little ways apart from them.

They had arrived at the river with the town situated in the middle of it. Calling it a town was a bit of a stretch. It was nothing more then series of planks nailed together to form streets, with people living out in the open with nothing to protect them from the natural elements.

But that wasn't what had gotten to her.

It was the people.

People who were sick, children who looked like they hadn't eaten a proper meal in days. Her heart physically ached at the sight. She'd moved to suggest that they help them, with Katara taking her side, but Sokka had stopped them. They couldn't reveal who they were by using Healing abilities.

He was right though. They had to think practically. And though it went against her very nature to not help, Orora kept her gaze forward, not wanting to meet the eyes of some destitute soul she had the ability to save but couldn't.

Besides, she doubted she would be able to help anyone much, what with her own lack of strength. For the past couple of days her appetite had been completely non-existent, and she was barely sleeping. She would doze off, but then as she would begin to fall deeper into sleep, Orora would forcefully jerk herself awake.

Why?

Because of the nightmares.

Nightmares that were just as horrible as the one from the previous night, if not more. All of them included someone she loved getting hurt or tortured or being killed.

And she couldn't take it.

She just couldn't take it.

"Hey?" She blinked as her head turned to the side and watched as Aang sat down beside her. Aang. The sweetest boy she would ever meet. With a fate that was so difficult and full of obstacles that she didn't think was fair to him. He deserved so much more. So much more then always being on the run, never being a kid all the time like he was supposed to. Loosing his people, his friends, his loved ones at the hands of a mad Fire Lord. He had died, and yet somehow, he still retained his sweet nature.

How could fate be so cruel to him?

"Enjoying the view?" He asked, referring to the polluted river in a joking manner. The older girl attempted to smile, but it was a grimace at best. As she turned her gaze towards the heavens where the moon had appeared out from behind the clouds Aang frowned.

Something was wrong.

Her lips parted as she spoke. "Its strange, how fate gives you something, but then takes it away again. These people have this river, but their own superiors have taken it away from them for their own gain." She hardly blinked as her eyes shifted from the moon to the lake. "Makes you question everything, doesn't it?" She muttered, a strange look in her eyes, never once wavering from the murky water in front of her.

Beside her Aang blinked, his eyes darted to the half-eaten bowl of food beside her. "Are you.......feeling alright Orora?" He asked, the worry evident in his tone and his eyes as he reached out to place a tentative hand on her shoulder.

He felt her tense under his touch. Her back straightened, her racing mind suddenly coming to a halt.

"I'm fine Aang."

Lie.

"Are you talking about the river or about someone else?" Aang asked, testing the waters, hoping he didn't say the wrong thing.

Someone else.

Zuko.

He meant Zuko.

Her soulmate.

In a way, she was addressing him as well. Or rather she was addressing the way she had lost him. Had she lost him though? Had he ever been hers to behind with?

He had been the one to turn his back on her. To attack her friends meant to attack her.

She blinked, her eyes heavy with sleep yet she couldn't go to sleep. She wouldn't.

Not when it meant she had to see Zuko hurt or dead over and over again.

He was gone from her life, but that did not mean she did not miss him. She did.

But now was not the time to dwell on that. Instead, the older girl shrugged her shoulders in a silent response. Aang seemed to accept it, since he fell silent next to her.

Orora stayed there for a few more minutes before she stood up, getting ready to go to bed.

The food she barely touched, she gave to Momo.

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Orora laughed as she pulled him along through the streets of Ba Sing Se.

"Come on Zuko! The fireworks are about to start and I'm not going to miss them." She called over her shoulder. Dropping his hand so he would follow on his own, she turned a corner disappearing from view.

Zuko smiled as he walked after her at a much normal pace.

"If I run after you anyone might mistake me for a robber chasing you or something." He called in a playful tone, as he too turned a corner and came to an open courtyard.

The scene that greeted him had the smile dying on his lips, and his amber eyes to widen in fear and panic.

There stood his father and sister, in full Royal Attire, with more then a handful of soldiers standing behind them.

But that wasn't what got his attention.

It was the sight of Orora, shackled and in his sister's grasp. There were chains on her wrists, around her throat and even her ankles. Her clothes were torn, her hair hanging in front of her lowered face as she knelt in front of his family.

"Zuko, you did not tell me you found your soulmate." Ozai spoke in a pleasant tone as he regarded his son with a look that had always frozen him in place. "That is the sort of news a son shares with his father. I had thought perhaps we were more closer then before your banishment."

The scene around him had changed.

He now stood in the courtyard of the Fire Palace, though the scene in front of him stayed the same.

His soulmate.

In chains.

Azula sighed. "Oh Zuzu, why do you insist on keeping secrets from your own family?" She purred in a tone that had more of a thread behind it then a question.

"Father, I-" He started but then fell silent when his Father held up a hand.

He shook his head. "Not a word Zuko. I would much prefer to hear a few certain words from your lovely soulmate here."

With that the Fire Lord walked forward, only to yank one of the chains. It was connected to the shackle around Orora's throat. The yank forced her to tilt her head back.

Zuko nearly threw up.

Her lips were bloody, her nose broken with dried blood staining her upper lip. One of her eyes was black, while the other was completely shut because of the swelling. There were numerous cuts and bruises all across her once unmarred brown skin.

But worst of all?

There was a burn mark on her cheek. As if she had been slapped by a hand holding a flame.

"Now my dear, I want you to take a good look at my son and tell me." He pulled the chain, forcing her to turn her head to look at him. Tears filled his eyes at the sight of her beautiful face, her one good eye betraying no emotion.

"Is he your soulmate?"

A beat of silence, where Zuko held his breath.

But then he saw it.

A lone tear escaping her one good eye.

Then she spoke the words that had his heart stopping in his chest.

"No, he's not."

His heart shattered.

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With a heartbreaking cry, Zuko shot awake, his arm held out in front of him as if he were reaching for something.

For someone.

His chest rose and fell as he panted for breath, sweat lined his body as his mind played the nightmare in his mind over and over again. He could even feel sweat on his face and getting into his eyes since they were stinging so much.

He buried his head in his hands, curling in on himself where he sat.

How could he ever have thought it? How could he ever have thought of bringing Orora here? His Father would never have accepted her as his soulmate. His sister would've tormented her every single day. She wouldn't have been safe.

His eyes stung and he brushed away the sweat that stained his cheeks. Suddenly he stopped, staring at the drops of sweat that shone on his palm.

Not sweat, tears.

He was crying.

He was crying because he had nearly brought Orora to certain death if he had asked her to come with him.

What had he been thinking?

The window beside his bed was open, casting the light of the full moon on his bed. Despite the horrifying nightmare still plaguing him, he turned his head to look at the moon.

"That was horrible wasn't it?" Orora asked from where she sat at the foot of his bed. He always turned to look at her whenever she would appear like this.

But right then, he couldn't.

The image of her so hurt and burned was still too fresh in his mind.

"Don't worry, I've had the same dreams. Though in mine everyone I care about or love always die."

Finally, he turned his head, only to meet her gaze and having his heart stop.

She looked so sad.

So utterly heartbroken.

He had done that to her, he suddenly realized as she stood to walk up next to him beside the bed. He had made her so incredibly unhappy because of his choice. Because he had wanted his old life back.

He had thrown everything they had in her face and just left her.

His stomach roiled inside him, and if he had anything in it, Zuko was sure he would throw up.

She was standing in a patch of moonlight, appearing as ethereal as the Moon Spirit herself as she looked at him. His mouth opened, wanting to say something, anything to her.

But she beat him to it.

"I hope you found whatever it was you were looking for Zuko. I hope it was all worth it in the end."

He blinked and she was gone.

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"Hey guys, we need to talk." Katara called out to everyone, minus Orora. The older girl had volunteered to go get some food from the nearby town they had saved a few days ago.

"About your hair loopies and how out of fashion they were so you're gonna keep this hairstyle instead?" Sokka quipped from where he was cleaning his brand new sword.

His sister glared at him. "No, this is serious. Its about Orora." Her glare melted away to a look of concern. "I'm worried about her." She revealed. Almost instantly the very atmosphere of their small camp became somber. Sokka put his sword down, Toph stopped tossing the space rock in the air, and Aang paused where he had been playing with Momo.

"She's not acting like herself." Katara continued, worry evident in her tone as she spoke. Aang sat up straighter. "You've noticed it too?" He asked, wanting to confirm her words. Sokka frowned in thought where he sat, a hand coming up to stroke his chin in thought.

"Come to think of it, she has been acting a little strange the past few days." He commented. "I mean every time I wake up at night to use the little boy's bush, she's always awake. No matter what time of night."

Aang nodded. "Yeah I mean, have you seen the circles under her eyes, and she hasn't been practicing her bending either. When was the last time any of you saw her actually practice. She was so strict about it in the first week or so since we left the ship."

Pursing her lips Katara stepped forward. "Its not just that, I've noticed she's not eating enough. She's even thinner then when we started traveling through the Fire Nation. And I've seen her give her food to Momo or Appa most of the time." Toph, not wanting to keep what she had discovered to herself sat up.

"Guys, there's something else I've noticed." She revealed. As everyone stared at her eagerly, she continued. "Sometimes, I feel her heart pause before picking back up again." She frowned. "Its strange as if her heart.......skipped a beat or something."

Aang's eyes widened in horror, a thought forming in his mind as Katara spoke. "But isn't that dangerous? Does she have a heart condition we don't know about?" She asked, looking around the group the worry clear in her eyes. Sokka, noticing Aang's expression frowned.

"You okay there Aang?" He called out, to which the younger boy pursed his lips. "I am, but I think I know why Orora is acting the way she is." He revealed. The other three stepped forward, demanding to know what he knew.

They were all worried about Orora. Where she had been the one to get them to get up every morning during those horrible days when Aang was in a coma, now she was the last one up. She would go about her day in a strange way, as if she had no desire to do what she was tasked to do.

Aang held up a placating hand. "Look what I know, I can reveal until I ask Orora. Its her secret, and I don't want to betray her. But!" He called over the sounds of protests that greeted his words. "I have an idea."

Quickly pulling out a map of the Fire Nation, he spread it on the ground. The rest of them crouched over it, heads brushing together. "We're near this waterfall and its surrounded by a lot of rocks so that will give us some cover to just have a mini-vacation." He looked at each of his friends. "We'll stay there for a few days and maybe, without the constant moving around, Orora will be able to rest properly, and even tell us whats bothering her."

Everyone looked to Sokka for confirmation, hoping that the little detour wouldn't come in the way of the route he had designed for them. But Sokka wasn't even thinking of that. He was thinking of his friend, and how sad she appeared all the time.

Her sadness was familiar to him.

Somehow.

The sadness in her eyes, was the same he had carried after Yue had died.

Nodding in determination he grinned. "Alright then Gaang. Operation Get Orora To Her Normal Self will launch tomorrow."

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It was late at night, and he was sitting beside the pond he had frequented so often with his mother. The garden was empty, silence surrounded him as he stared into the clear water of the pond, the moon shining her light down on it, reflecting her silvery glow against the flat surface.

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It was late at night, and she was sitting in front of the fire, while everyone else slept around her. The silence of the night was broken by the sound of fire crackling and the occasional snapping of a twig whenever the fire would eat away at the flesh of the wood. The warmth of the fire enveloped her.

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He was sitting with his legs pressed to his chest, his chin resting between his knees. While one arm was wrapped around his legs, the other was held aloft in front of him, his fingers holding up the small comb he had found laying on the battle-ridden floor of the catacombs.

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She was sitting with her legs pressed to her chest, her chin resting between her knees. Both her arms were wrapped around her legs, keeping herself in a semi fetal position as she stared into the fire. The fire continued to flicker, casting strange shadows against her brown skin.

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This was all he had left to remember her by. A comb. A blue comb with a dragon. Ironic that it was a dragon since it was the symbol for fire. Ironic that it was blue, the color of her Nation. Or more specifically, her eyes.

Her gorgeous ice blue eyes.

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The fire was all she had left to remember him by. The fire that burned within him. The fire that burned in his hands when he fought an opponent. Maybe it was her imagination, but if she stared hard enough, she could picture his eyes looking back at her through the fire.

His beautiful warm amber eyes.

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His heart clenched in his chest, so painful that he actually grunted softly from the pain of it. His mind conjured memory after memory. Memories of her. Of the brief life they had shared before and in Ba Sing Se. All those moments where nothing else had mattered.

Nothing except her.

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Her heart clenched in her chest, so painful that she actually grunted softly from the pain of it. Her mind conjured memory after memory. Memories of him. Of the brief life they had shared before and in Ba Sing Se. All those moments where nothing else had mattered.

Nothing except him.

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He brought the comb to his chest, as if it would alleviate the pain he felt.

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She had nothing to comfort her, nothing to remember him by except her memories.

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He now understood why he was seeing her everywhere. Why everything he did reminded him of her. Why she plagued his mind no matter the time of day or night. Why he could not eat or sleep.

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She now understood why she was feeling the way she did. Why everything she did reminded her of him. Why he plagued her mind no matter the time of day or night. Why he could not eat of sleep.

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He just missed her so much.

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She just missed him so much.

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As they both buried heir faces in their arms, Zuko with tears stinging his eyes, and Orora with a vacant emotionless expression on her face, they both missed the way their strings glowed.

And they continued to glow throughout the night.

Fate had intended them to see the light, yet neither of them saw it.

Instead they each succumbed deeper and deeper into their mutual pits of utter despair and hopelessness.

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wd-ghosty · 3 months

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Midnight Serenade

Donnie x reader fic

I really tacky like this concept so I wanted to write about it, so basically you and donnie go on a date. I still new to writing so pls be nice, hope you enjoy <3.

It’s late winter early spring as you’re getting ready for your date, last nights flurry left some snow on your ground so it’s best to bundle up a bit. As you were putting on your shoes, you hear a knocking on the window, “Come in!” your window slides open and a turtle boy whereinga shit ton of purpel crawls in after he threw in a picnic basket.

“I was scared i was gonna be late, but i see you’re not even done yet”

“Scoff! I’m putting on my shoes so i basically am done, what happened to mr. attention to detail?”

“Heyyy i thought you hated ot when i said scoff!?”

“I have no recollection of that conversation,” he rolled his eye at your comment as he sits down on your bed. You get up to go get the drinks from your kitchen. “Common lets go.”

The two of you take a train to Clark st, then walk over to the brooklyn bridge. The two of you trot along the bridge and you’re excited to see where donnie is taking you.

“We’re here,”

“...Donnie we’re still on the bridge.”

“Exactly. You’re good at balancing on polls right?”

You face went white when he said that. You look at the belts of the bridge then you look back at donnie nodding. Your soul sinks in your stomach and the look on your face has donnie rolling around on the groud, kicking and screaming, “I’m just kidding hun.” his hover bike thing pulls up and your melanin instantly comes back.

“If you pull that shit with me again I will hop on your ass like super mario and beat you with your already shitty shell!” donnie went agaps, jaw on the groud, hand on his chest.

“Damn, I didn’t know it would scare you that much?” he laughs off his nevers as the two of you get on his bike. The two of you hop of when you get to the top of one of the tower things inbetween the belts, the city lights illuminating everything around you so you can see perfectly. As you are admiring everything around you donnie starts to set up the picnic blanket, “Wow i didn’t know you’d like it here this much.”

“What do you mean? This is so cool, you act as if you come here regularly.” he looks up at you with a smile, “... you come here regularly don’t you?”

“It’s our new favorite hangout spot, and much more discrete then rooftops.”

"Theres a really busy street right below us. what's the difference?" You sit down across from donnie on the picnic blanket and you help him take everything out of the basket,

"The difference, most people aren't looking up when they're driving. And why would they take their eyes off the busy rode?"

"Mabey they have a death wish?"

"Mabey."

You pull of the heart shaped plates and glasses out of the bag and start to gush over them, “Don’t you just LOVE these cups i got you!?”

“Yeah, i love that, including the heart shaped wicker basket, and pillows, and chocolates… I know that sounds like sarcasm, but i do love it.” as the two of you continue to unpack you see your favorite cookies, and cupcakes.

“Donnie! You didn’t!”

“Why do you sound so surprised like i dont do this all the time?”

“Its because you remembered!”

“It’s hard to forget our favorite things when we always talk about them. Every time we’re hanging out one of us just starts ranting as the other is working.”

“I love that for us, and because of that I know just how much you ACTUALLY like Atomic Lass… that and i check you search history.”

“And I yours… I shoudln’t have done that.”

“I warned you. Anyone who got quezy durring the saltburn bath tub scene, couldn’t handle whats on my laptop.” you laugh a little remebering the first time the two of you watched that, he left the room multiple times.

When the two of you were done setting up you just started talking, about whatever came to your mind. LMK, jupiter jim, the boondocks, anything you guys liked, “oh do you remember when we watched violet evergarden together for the first time?”

“Ofcourse you started crying when the episode about the littel girl came on.”

“Which one?”

“The one with the mom the wrote a bunch of letters for you daughter before she died.”

“That one was soo sad! But it was really sweet, that is what i call motherly love”

“You cry for the dumbest things hun,” he starts laughing at you but you laugh with him, “You wont cry for sad movies whatsoever but the second you relate to a character you start bawling. As far as i'm aware you mother is still alive.”

“It’s not about the dead mother! Its aboutt he dedication to her child!'' Donnie just listened to you rambling on about it, your voice is basically white noise. The amount of times he’s fallen asleep just by being around you is countless, the ease you put him at is unmatched. “and that just pulled all my heart strings!”

As the night went on the two of you purely enjoyed eachothers company, and the sweets donnie brought. As the two of you talked a sertain song came on,

But when the morning comes

We'll burn it down and then

We'll build the world again...

Our love is God.

“I forgot this song was on this playlist,” Donnie trys to skip it but you stop him,

“Remebere when we were fourteen how we did a two person play of the heaters?”

“Yeah what abo- ohhh” donnie gets up on his feet, “you remember the lyrics right?” he holds out his hand for you.

“Ofcourse,” You take his hand as the two of you get into character.

Hi Kurt, it's Veronica

How did you guys know it was always a fantasy of mine to have two guys at once?

Wowuhh... lucky guess?

Well, if you want it to come true, meet me at the cemetery, at dawn

Free pussy!

And we don't even have to buy it a pizza!

Punch it in! Whaat?! Hahaha!

The two of you were both theater kids, singing together mixed with your average acting filled the two of you with joy way back when you were younger. The two of you join hands again as you shift to veronica and JD.

We can start and finish wars

We're what killed the dinosaurs

We're the asteroid that's overdue

The dinosaurs choked on the dust

They died because God said they must

The new world needed room

For me and you

Well your average acting, everytime the two of you sang this song donnie was too realistic. The way he would make your heart throb was supernatural. Despite being cold blooded your were never cold with you touched him.

I worship you.

I'd trade my life for yours

They all will disappear

We'll plant our garden here

He cups your cheek in the palm of his hand, as he kisses you. His hand was warm, everytime he held you, you felt safe. He pulled away from you and continued the song, and you joined him quickly after.

Our love is God

“You missed acouple lines hun.” he pecks your cheek,

“Only because you kissed me,”

“Stop acting like you did’t like it”

“Ugh.” he wraps his hands around you hips and stuffs his face in the crook of your neck.

...I worship you

I'd trade my life for yours

We'll make them disappear

We'll plant our garden here

Our love is God

“I love that song don.”

“I know you do hun.”

I hope you guys liked it! There some references that some people might not get, like the super mario reference, but still. Kiss, kiss, hope you have a good night, day, afternoon or whatever. <3

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neteyamyawne · 1 year

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🪷 — Txasunu

୭ ˚. Pairing : sub!JakeSully x dom!fem!Navi!reader

୭ ˚. Summary : just Jake being a really good sub and enjoying what the reader is giving to him.

୭ ˚. Song : super freaky girl

୭ ˚. Warning : bondage, mommy kink, sub Jake, dom reader, pet names, cum denial, frustration crying? Begging, etc let me know if there are more.

୭ ˚.Word count : 900+ , not proof read

୭ ˚. Note : "word" - dialogue, word - thoughts

୭ ˚. Extra : as i said, i wanted a sub Jake Sully and i wrote it as well, it's a bit small then what i normally write but it's been a stressful week so here you go anyways 😭

୭ ˚. Glossary : [toruk makto] - rider of the last shadow, [seze] - blue flower, [tiyawn] - love/beloved , [yawntutsyip] - darling, [y/n/n] - your nickname

Jake was the toruk makto, the na'vi who led everyone to victory against the humans but that was outside our shared tent. Inside he is a whole different story.

All tied up, head rolling back, legs shaking in anticipation with what my next move would be, his cock out on display for me…. Only for me. I just sat between his legs, stimulating him even when I know he is at the edge begging for the release but there's no fun in that, is there?

My hand ran down his length, tugging and gripping until his moans turned into pathetic whimpers, strings of precum dripped down his slit, his mushroom head throbbing and purple from not getting any attention from me, his hands tugged onto the rope in hopes of breaking it but it was in vain as i brought my mouth on his hot tip, his body failing to tug any longer just caved in for me, i took him in, sucking and licking with my tongue swirling around his girth, he groaned out, hips buckling to thrust up into my mouth but i just pulled back giving him just as much as i was before, with fogged mind poor Jake couldn't even form coherent words, he just babbled "um'ma please- i, please, you on me" his cock twitched inside my mouth, the clear sign he was going to come so i simply pulled back, cold air wrapping around his now sticky situation, he thrust his hips into air and got nothing but dissatisfaction, a chuckle made its way out of me at his desperate state, ohh how i love seeing him so needy for me, eyebrows scrunched in frustration he finally cleared his mind enough to form a sentence "please, I've been a good boy, I've don- ah I've done everything you said, mommy please untie me so i can touch you" i just shook my head, hands going upto his nipple turning the hard end inbetween my index finger and thumb while other caressed his jaw as i say " you have indeed been my good boy, yawne, but i saw you talking to that girl when we were at the festival, i saw how you touched her, the way you smiled at her, and i think you deserve your punishment now, hmm?" He closed his eyes whimpering when he remembered the exact conversation i said, his lips immediately opening up " we were just talking i swear, i would never do that, i didn't mean to touch her, she kept touching my arm, i- I'm sorry, please forgive me mommy please-" it was so sweet to hear him beg and mewl for my forgiveness, i silenced him by tugging at his hair from the back where my hand was before, he immediately shut up, tears were glistening his wide doe eyes as he looked at me with such a pretty look so i decided he deserved his release as i have denied him plenty of time now.

Untieing the rope that held his wrist, he slid onto the mat, his back pressed to the ground as he gasped for air, his wrist were still tied up together, i hold them above his head as i teased his cock while rubbing my entrance on it, sinking down his moans were music to my ears as they reverberated on the tent walls, his eyes rolled back in his head, as i started to bounce in a slow pace, enjoying every stroke inside me, i rubbed my swollen clit, the juices of my cunt gathering on my fingers, i looked down at Jake's fucked out state, smirking i said " open your mouth sweet boy" and he obeyed without a thought , parting his lips for me, pushing my fingers inn he immediately sucked on it, so desperate to please me in any way possible, his tongue lapping up my slick in seconds, i pat his cheek, making my pace faster to reward him, i still held his hands above his head not giving him a chance to escape nor was he even planing to by now, his chest and neck littered with hickies and bite marks, one dark hickey right on his Adams apple, my tail wrapped around his, swirling around eachother. I was nearing my edge, my velvety walls spasming on his cock, i let out a sigh at the feeling, squeezing them even tightly on him as he let out a choked out sound, keeping my pace fast i gasped out "come for me ,seze, show me how hard you can come tiyawn" he bucked his hips into me, and soon enough we were both coming together, both of us panting and heaving, i just leaned down kissing him, riding our high down i still kept my pace quick, our climax helping me, he just groaned at the overstimulation and i just smiled into the kiss, pulling back i got up while he was still panting, i picked up a rag and cleaned both of us, he was still dazed as i finished, i untied his wrist and he just looked at me with lidded eyes, i ignored him and started kissing his neck again, i still kept a tight grip on his wrists with my hand as he said "ma' y/n/n, are you-" but i cut him off with a kiss and said "shh I'm not over with you just yet ma' yawntutsyip" and he just nodded eagerly getting into position in an instant, - it's gonna be fun today - i thought smiling as i brought him down between my thighs……

A/n : i think we all need a sub Jake Sully in our lives as well 🥹 anyways please request more, i have a few ideas for a new series but i need some suggestions feel free to ask ☺️

Yawne : @fanboyluvr, @callmeoncette, @lu-the-ghost-reader, @brisbriskett, @saltedcoffeescotch, @ducks118, @itscheybaby, @jackiehollanderr, @zoetrope1997, @yeosxxx, @persefolli

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theycalledhimastar · 3 months

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Okay But mean old condescending Kyle???

NSFT UNDER THE CUT MDNI!!!

(Gn reader)

☄. *.

"Atta pup, you needed this huh?~"

His once soothing voice was suddenly becoming way more arousing.

It was insane how quickly this man could get into your pants. For someone that was such a gentleman in the public, Kyle was near torturous in the bedroom.

For example, one minute you were off-handedly teasing him about something, you didn't even remember what. The next minute, he had you perched in his thigh, legs spread and your undergarments were gone. "Good pets don't need to wear these, it's so much easier if I can just access you whenever I need, yeah?"

He had one hand in the small of your back, making positive you didn't stop grinding yourself on his thick thigh, he was so much larger than you, so much stronger than you and he knew the affect he had on you. You were lucky he was only barely guiding you, instead of taking things into his own hands.

"You look so pretty when you're desperate for it, maybe I'll have to make you do this more often." He chuckled, his condescendingly sweet smile growing bigger when your weak attempts at arguing back turned into whimpers of "Mmmh, more please".

"You're being s-so mean..." you mumbled, losing your words when the leg inbetween your thighs suddenly jolted upwards, leaving sparks in the pit of your stomach. "This is embarassing"

You weakly hit at his chest with your clenched fist, everything felt so hot. He was fully clothed, all you had was one of his jumpers that you had grabbed because it smelled of his cologne.

"What's the matter? Getting tired on me?" He cooed, brushing a strand of your hair off your forehead. "Come on, you were so big and tough earlier, what happened? You're getting awful shy on me, it'd be a shame if I have to do it for you, yeah?"

You shook your head, Kyle was a pleasure Dom, if he did it for you, he would *not* stop at just once.

"Baby please, I'll be good, 's too much jus wanna break."

You weren't sure entirely what you wanted, but your feeble grinding wasn't working. It wasn't enough stimulation to go with his merciless teasing and taunting.

"You sure you want me to stop?" He chuckled, "Seems like my little pet is getting confused."

"'M not confuse-"

Before you could retort, he had grabbed you by the jaw, effectively shutting you up as he lifted his thigh, bringing you close to his face.

Your feet couldn't touch the floor, and your heart raced with excitement as he studied your breathless expression.

"You're so worked up baby, look at you." His tone was so condescending, it made the heat in your stomach flare more than before. "You really think you would be alright if I just let you go now? Nah, your poor little puppy brain would just short circuit if I left you like this, all needy and soaked f'me~"

You knew where this was going, but your brain was too foggy to process much anymore.

"So why don't I just let you cum a few times and then we'll see how your attitude is, yeah? Maybe that's why you've been such a little brat all day. You just needed me to adjust your attitude."

You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together as he took matters (quite literally) into his own hands...

#cod x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #gaz cod #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #cod smut #cod x reader smut #Smut drabble #NSFT #Male reader #gn reader #fem reader #x reader #gender neutral reader

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imkillerbae · 9 months

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In the Inbetween (Valorant Yoru x Reader)

Chapter 2: The Best Among The Rest

Summary: You meet with Brimstone and Sage to discuss your training, and then gossip with the youngins.

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“How was sleep? I expect you all to always get at least 8 hours of sleep a night.”

Brim doesn’t look up from the paperwork he was working on as you stood in front of his desk, Sage behind you offering comfort. “I slept fine. I met some of the agents yesterday, you didn’t tell me that there were so many of us,” you chuckle, looking around the drab colored room. Most of the HQ were grays and whites, lights of yellow and blue. You’d think that Brim’s office would be more high tech, and yet here he was, playing an MTV recording on the VCR.

“I thought it’d be a pleasant surprise. And how was cleaning your room out?”

“Fun actually. I know that I wasn’t allowed to receive help but Gekko insisted.”

“Yeah, that kid knows how to hang around with people.”

For a moment, there was silence, and your nervousness hung in the air. The only sound you could hear were the vents humming in all directions, and the friction between Brim’s pen against cotton paper. It felt like an eternity passed before he spoke again.

“I’m glad you got to meet some of the others, kid. Which makes it easier for you to be trained.”

“Training?” You gulp nervously, and he gives a small smile. “You don’t wanna get shot as soon as you drop off the Vulture right? You’ve probably never even touched a gun before. I’m not sending you out there unprepared.” He looks at you solemnly for a moment, but turns to Sage before you could say anything about it. “Which agents are available right now?”

“Cypher agreed to train her on info gathering, and Skye said she would be back in no time to train her for her role. Chamber on the other hand cannot come back on time. I asked Phoenix to sub for him,” Sage informs, and Brimstone grimaces. “Phoenix? No offense to the kid but the only thing he’ll teach her is how to be insubordinate and not listen to briefings. Is Harbor not available?” Sage nods her head as an answer. “And so is Sova. There is one person available, but I do not know if he will agree to train her.” She says wearily.

“Which is?”

“Yoru. Checking our stats, he is our best performing agent. Yoru has the best KDA in the whole protocol, even higher than that of Chamber.”

“That’s because he charges into sites without consulting the team. KDA doesn’t mean anything when you’re willing to endanger yourself for it. Are you forgetting the past situation in Quatar?”

“I understand. But I am only suggesting him as one option. I cannot deny it. What he has in talent, he lacks in communication.”

“And I don’t think he’ll be open to teaching anytime soon. The last time we asked him to teach Gekko, he completely stood him up. I swear if he wasn’t so talented, I’d take his ego down a notch by suspending him. Can’t you teach?”

“I do not think I am skilled enough for the task.”

“Sage, you are completely capable.”

“I say it with respect to the stats and the other agents, Brimstone. Perhaps you could reconsider with Phoenix?”

Brimstone sighs. “I guess it can’t be helped. As much as I hate to admit it, Phoenix is one of our best.”

Sage chuckles. “I do not think he needs to be reminded.”

You only stood there quietly, listening to them talk to each other as if you weren’t there. “Who’s Yoru?” you asked after they were done, and Brimstone only shakes his head, as if disappointed. “Not a shocker that you haven’t met him. He’s not cordial with new people.” You instantly remember the man in the rooftop, and how rude he was.

“By any chance, does he have the middle of his hair dyed blue?” You ask curiously, and Sage nods. “Yes. Have you met?” You give her a sour look, then nod hesitantly. “Yeah, and it wasn’t a good first meeting. He was so rude,” you groaned, but said sorry. You remembered that you had to be professional. “As expected. He’s not the friendliest one here.” Brimstone sighed, but Sage puts a hand on your shoulder. “Not to worry. Yoru is only like this in the beginning. He will get used to you soon, and so will you with him.”

After a little more briefing, they eventually let you go. You spent the entire day fixing your room up and after the meeting, it was already late. Time flew by so fast, you barely kept up with it. “Aye, there’s the rookie! Nice pajamas. Purple is good on you,” you hear Phoenix say, his hands on his pockets. Behind him was Gekko who waved at you. “Where are you going?” He asks, and you shrug. “Nowhere really. Thought I’d walk around again. I heard that you’ll be teaching me battle sense? Whatever that means,” you ask, and Phoenix laughs. “Yeah! Don’t worry, I like to put on a show. I am the best at this, right Gekko?”

“Oh, uh, yeah man,” Gekko shrugs, but then smiles at you. “Wanna join us? We’ll be chilling at Neon’s room. She brought back some snacks from her country. Don’t tell Brim.” He puts his hands together in mock prayer, and you tilt your head curiously. “Is it not allowed to go to each other’s rooms?” You ask, and Gekko shakes his head. “Nah, but it’s kinda like, discouraged. But a little bonding won’t hurt anybody,” he smiles, wiggling his brows while Phoenix elbowed him. “First week, and we’re already bad influences.”

“What?! You can’t take the moral high ground now man,” Gekko gasps, and Phoenix chortles. You smile at their banter. “Well, if that’s the case, then sure. I’m dying of boredom anyways. Are you sure they’re fine with me being there?” You put on your slippers and they both smile. “That’s why we’re here, to drag you there for them. The girls wanna have a talk with you,” Gekko shrugs.

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“So how was the first few days?” Jett asks, lying on the bed with her head hanging upside down as she ate peanuts in small packets. “Great actually, there’s so many of us! Still can’t wrap my head around it,” you sighed, crosslegged on the floor next to Gekko and Neon. You were eating some type of orange tube that was salty and cheesy. You forgot what it was called.

“Any more of the uhm… what were those? The crunchy stuff.” Phoenix reaches for Neon’s bag, but she hits his hand before he can take anything. “Chicharon? Nope, saving those for Yoru. He requested for those.” With that, you hear Phoenix groan in response. “Just open it and let me have a piece. He won’t even notice! I swear,” he reasons, trying to reach for it again.

“Ew! That’s so gross Phoenix. And didn’t you have a whole container to yourself already?”

“Bro, we’ve already went to an onsen together. I don’t think my best friend will mind.”

“I didn’t need to know that. Here, have Nips instead,” Neon grimaces, smacking his hand away. “Not the bootleg mnm’s,” he groans again, and Jett giggles. You couldn’t help but wince at the mention of Yoru again. “You guys are friends with him?” You ask, and they all look at you.

“Who?” Gekko asks, and you frown a bit. “Yoru, you’re friends with him?” You answer, and then they look at each other, then back at you. “Yeah. Why ask?” Neon tilts her head curiously, and you shudder at their gaze. “Uh, nothing. I kinda ran into him last time, and he was… well… he was not very friendly.” You shrugged, and Phoenix smiles, as if expecting your comment. “Can attest to that statement. That guy is pricklier than a porcupine. But don’t let him get to you, he’s really just like that with new people. I swear he’s not all bad.”

“Didn’t he stood Gekko up? When he was asked to train him?” You denied, and it was Gekko’s turn to smile and shrug. “Well, yeah, that’s because he got frustrated with me. Not gonna lie though, I was pretty bad. Yoru’s that type of person who expects people to already know what they’re doing. High standards and all that. How’d you know about this?”

“Brimstone and Sage talked to me about being trained. They were choosing between Phoenix and Yoru to train me on game sense and aim since no one was available.” You answer, and Jett chuckles. “If game sense and aim is what you need, they should’ve asked me instead. I’ve got better aim than these two idiots,” she sighs dreamily, and you smile. It would’ve been nice to have her teach you. She was a cool girl.

“You’re stuck with Phoenix. What are you gonna teach? How reveal yourself to the enemy?” Neon chuckles, and Phoenix returns the laugh. “Hah, ya’ll are forgetting I’m third in our stat recordings. I’m not too far behind.” He grumbles, feigning annoyance.

“But for real though, Yoru’s cool. He was rude to me too when I first got here but we’re chill now. I think he’s just shy, so he tries his best not to show it. He has a bit of an ego, you see.” Gekko shrugs, and Jett chuckles again. “Yeah, why do you think he and Phoenix are best friends? Massive egos can’t fit into their small brains.”

“I can assure you that’s not the only thing massive about me,” you see Phoenix wink, and Jett chokes on her peanuts. Neon and Gekko both groan, and you can only giggle. They were so cute together. You watched them bond, listening to their stories and all the gossip they collected. You learned that they suspected Sova and Sage had a thing going on, that you shouldn’t fall for Chamber’s charms because he flirts with everyone, how they didn’t agree with Deadlock’s hate for radiovores because in a way, it kinda meant she hated radiants, that Astra has a boyfriend outside of the protocol, and so much more.

It felt like you were back in college, just having fun and talking about anything and everything. Seeing them banter and have fun made your heart feel full. They made you forget that you had training starting tomorrow.

#valorant yoru #yoru x reader #valorant yoru x reader #valorant imagines #valorant #valorant headcanons #valorant yoru imagines #valorant yoru oneshot #valorant oneshots #valorant oneshot #yoru #fanfiction #valorant fanfiction

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withahappyrefrain · 4 months

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For the January OTP Prompts:

“I wish everyday could be like this” about Bradley and Birdie please ❤️

In honor of it being my first day back from winter break, let's see how these two spend Birdie's time off from school!

To call it a winter break was laughable. In San Diego, there was a better chance of getting out of school due to a power outage than due to snow.

Bradley's name for it was much more appropriate: time to snuggle my (future) wife.

"Roo, I gotta get up to feed the animals!" You tried to sound exasperated, but that was difficult with his mustache tickling the back of your neck. You weren't one for sleeping in on your days off, whereas Bradley was the opposite.

"It's too cold Birdie, gotta keep you warm," his voice was slightly muffled from pressing his face against your hair. Your heart flutters upon feeling his strong arms wrap themselves around your waist, keeping you firmly in bed.

"It's fifty-two degrees!" You practically shrieked as you tried to wiggle yourself out of his grip, to no avail.

"Exactly, it's cold," he smiled at the sound of your laughter, music to his ears.

"Aren't you from Virginia?" You scoffed, "Where there are mountains and snow?"

"I grew up near the coast, aka the beach. Now let me kiss you."

Laughter filled your shared bedroom as Bradley flipped you from your side to your back.

You tried to fight back, Bradley would give you that. For a brief moment, you thought you had the upper hand, tickling the sides of his bare stomach. His deep laughter began to fill the room, mixing with yours.

It was a beautiful sight; the way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled, how his hazel eyes shined, how he made you feel so loved without saying a word.

You were so lost in the wonder that was Bradley Bradshaw, your hands fell to the sides, allowing him to quickly grab your wrists and pin them above your head.

"No fair," you hiss, "You're playing dirty."

He simply smirked, his head dropping down to your neck, "Thought you liked it when I played dirty, Mrs. Bradshaw."

You tried to ignore the way his deep voice made your thighs clench, fueled by the need to show you weren't complete putty in his hands because he used his favorite nickname on you.

"Well, if that's how you're gonna play," you turned your head to the side, "Shuna!"

Bradley's eyes widened upon hearing the sound of paws hitting the wooden floor, getting louder as they got closer to your bedroom.

Your rescue dog appeared at the door frame, tail wagging upon seeing her two favorite humans.

"Shuna! Go see Roo!" You exclaimed.

"You little- ahh! Shuna!" Bradley tried to cover his face with his arms, but to no avail. Shuna had jumped on the bed and was already licking Bradley, making her affection to him well known.

"Shuna, you gotta stop doing Mama Bird's dirty work," Bradley's arms scooped up Shuna, holding her like one would with a baby (minus the four limbs sticking up).

"Wouldn't have to if dad wouldn't play dirty," you teased, leaning over so Shuna would relieve Bradley and lick your face instead.

Shuna settled inbetween you two, making herself right at home in the bed.

Your hand reached out to pet her and instead found Bradley's, his fingers entwining with yours.

"I wish everyday could be like this," he said softly, looking over at you.

"Me too Roo, me too."

"Of course, to make it perfect, we just need a few little ones running away-" you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your cheeks were burning up at the implication of having kids, specifically Bradley's.

"How about you propose first, Romeo?" You smiled, squeezing his hand.

"I'm working on it. You said eight months was the minimum you needed to date before entertaining the idea of getting engaged, right?" Of course he would remember that, he remembered everything.

"Yes. Entertain a proposal, not accept one."

Bradley's eyes narrowed, gleaming with mischief, "I got two months left to convince ya. I'm confident Birdie."

#my writing #bradley bradshaw #now yall can reblog!#bc i accidentally posted it before finishing it #whoops!#sorry

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natriae · 1 year

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The three of you return to the sleek, black BMW that was now parked in an underground parking garage under the Hospital. Finally getting in without your life going to complete shit you're able to take in how nice the car is. Seats are heated and covered in black leather. There's a big screen in the middle that shows a map of Tokyo. And there are purple lights lining part of the doors. Ushijima's music was playing very quietly in typical Ushijima fashion. He had one arm on the wheel, and another on the console in between the two of you.

Isamu was now bucked up in the back seat slowly falling asleep. You were glad to see he was comfortable enough to fall asleep. The two of you didn't have a car, so you were sure he was more comfortable then the average child would be. Turning back, you watched Ushijima's side profile as he drove. All of his features were just as beautiful as you remember. The way his hair laid on part of his forehead, or how his eyes were perfectly proportional to his face. How his nose was a bit bigger. It curved a bit when you got closer to the tip. You inspect the moles on the side of his face, and his sharp jawline. He was still so beautiful. It hurt knowing how long it's been since you've been so close to his face.

Turning around again to check on Isa you noticed that the young boy was fast asleep. The car had been quiet for far to long, but it was peaceful not awkward. Like you guys have always been a family.

There was one thing plaguing your mind since you left the hospital and you can't help but ask. "did you ever..did you ever get to see your dad?" you started your question quietly, worried that you shouldn't have asked, and not to wake up Isa. His mouth moved a bit, and his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. He moved his head towards you quickly and then focused back on the road.

"I did. It was exactly how we imagined it," He nodded his head slowly like he was remincing on the pleasant time. "I didn't get to go till I was 21. American food is much messier than the food here I must say, but it was good. I got to play volleyball with him too," He glanced over at you after he was done speaking. You couldn't help, but smile at the thought of him finally getting to play his favorite sport with the man that taught him how to play.

"That's nice," you responded. There was so much more you wanted to say, but you didn't want to over step. It seemed Ushjima too was racking his brain for something to talk about that wouldn't scare you away.

"I have a guest room that you, and Isa can sleep in if you want, or I will sleep on the couch and one of you can go in my bed," He said. You were happy to hear his confident tone back when he spoke.

"oh, Jima you don't need to do that," you saw the smile smirk on his face appear and then quickly change back into his resting face. Your heart jumped again at his reaction. You just wanted to repeat the word over and over again. Jima Jima Jima Jima Jima Jima. Toshi. No that name felt different. Darker, more lustful. For some reason there was a small tingle inbetween your legs when you thought about the situation you would use it in.

Taking you out of your thoughts Ushijima muttered out a quiet we're here as he pulled into another parking garage. He parked in spot one. Of course his assigned spot was spot one. You reached back to shake Isa awake, and Ushijima got out of the car to pick him up and hold him in his arms. The young boy immediately rested his head on Jima's shoulder and closed his eyes again. Ushijima grabbed your hand, and began leading you to the elevator to get it to his apartment. Wow, this place was fancy. You would probably puke seeing how much it would be to rent out just one of the rooms. The elevator was mirrored and every way you looked you could see what looked to be a small family. Your heart tingles at the thought, and you have to attempt to stop yourself from getting too far ahead. You still had a lot to talk about with the man. Something about being with him heightened all your senses. You felt his rough hand holding yours in a tight grip. It felt so much stronger than you remembered it. Did he get stronger everywhere? Does he have an eight pack now? Would he mind if you just took a peak? Stop it, be wholesome you had to tell yourself. Out of the corner of your eye you watched as he held your son with one arm. He looked so fatherly. Your heart would have stopped beating if you saw this sight at 19. You imagined him holding another child with the hand he's using to hold yours. Would you and Ushijima get back together enough to have another child? A part of you really hoped so.

Walking out of the elevator, Ushijima led you to the door at the end of the hall. There was a gold plaque that said 9A. When he opened the door you were met with a very modern apartment with windows that reached from the floor to the ceiling. Wow, he had really high ceilings for an apartment. "I'm gonna go put him in the guest room," Ushijima's deep voice broke you out of your trance, and you just let out a small okay in response. He didn't have to tell you to make yourself comfortable because you are already looking around the apartment. All his furniture was made from dark oak wood and so were his cabinets. They didn't have a handle so you looked at them in confusion wondering how to open them. A large hand reached out from behind you and pressed on the cabinet and it opened. You jumped not realizing how close Ushijima was. You hit his chest with your back and accidentally stepped on his feet. He quickly wrapped his arms around you while you attempted to balance yourself. Oh he definitely has an eight pack.

Once the two of you got balanced, Ushijima grabbed you some water and you guys sat down at his kitchen table.

"You want to talk, don't you," he began the conversation. The two of you were sitting next to one another at his table, and he turned his chair so he was facing you. Manspreading. He's gotta be doing this stuff on purpose.

"Yeah, one of your least favorite things," He smiled a little at your joke, and waited for you to continue talking. "I know I didn't say it, but I think it's clear that I want to give you another chance. I don't know why fully, but there's something bringing us together, but there needs to be something that is clear. I will leave you if you don't have time for me, and I will get full custody of Isamu if you put him in the care of a nanny or something that is not you," He nodded his head once in full understanding. He wouldn't look away from you the whole time you talked. Making sure to maintain eye contact with you, "but I mean should we wait… to like to move in with one another… I'm sorry this is weird now with a kid," you looked away from him and he followed your head still trying to maintain eye contact.

His deep voice rumbled when he spoke. It was so quiet in the apartment his voice always made such an impact, "i think we should, and you can move out anytime. Maybe we don't sleep in the same bed, but I think we can pick up right where we left off," He was so sure about everything. He still loved you and he was convinced you loved him too. You would just deny it in fear of getting hurt. "I must tell you though. I got an offer. They want me to play in Poland," He watched your eyes widen, " I told them I'd go," he watch a frown appear on your face and thought he should speed up his sentence, "i didn't sign a contract yet, but if i don't go i'm out of a job until someone wants me," He watched you nod your head taking in all the information.

"What team?" is all you asked.

"Orzel Warszawa,"

Oh shit. That's a good team. You may not be up to date with the players, but you do know a lot about the teams. I mean your boyfriend in highschool was obsessed with Volleyball, of course you learned something. Plus, what was keeping you in Japan. Nothing, you should move on. "go," he looked shocked by your outburst, "let me talk with Isa, and we will try and come with,"

He nodded his head once and said, "live with me then, please, and I promise I will make time for both of you," He got closer to you in his chair like it would convince you. He really is still a gentle giant. He was so excited. There was a small sparkle in his eye just like when he won a game. The two of you talked a little bit more, and you could really tell just how much he changed. The two of you moved to the couch, and before you knew it it was 12am.You began to fall asleep on Ushijima's shoulder. Eyes heavy and your body subconsciously finding that missing comfort. He picked you up bridal style and took you to his bedroom. Tucking you in he hesitated before leaving a kiss on your forehead. He left the room and attempted to get comfortable on his couch. He was far too big for it, so he ended up sleeping on the hardwood floor for the night.

You woke up to the sun shining through the blinds and cuddled into the sheets further. They smelled so good. You never want to leave this bed. It's been a long time since you slept in one, and your morning brain can't tell if it's from the memory foam mattress or the fact that it was Ushijima's. You stuffed your face into the pillow and took a big inhale. Does he use this one to sleep? God, you hope he did. The door unlocked and the six foot man walked in to see your face shoved into the pillow. Quickly lifting yourself up you pretended like you weren't huffing his pillow moments ago. He watched you turn and look at him and both of your faces flushed when they met.

"Isa woke up and I gave him some cereal. I hope that's okay," He asked in a very awkward manner. Things are finally going back to normal. Ushijima was being extremely awkward around you, and you woke up in his bed.

"that's fine,"

"do you want anything?" He asked politely. You want a lot of things. Number one on the list was for him to take his shirt off, but you couldn't ask him that with your son just down the hall.

"I want you to get changed," He was still in his clothes from yesterday which made him look even more exhausted. The eye bags under his eyes made it obvious the man didn't sleep much. Did he sleep on the couch?How did he fit? "Also, Isa and I should probably head back soon. It's late and you look tired," You said as you lifted yourself off the bed, and began to walk over to the door. The possessive side of Ushijima came out when he attempted to block the door subconsciously. When he realized what he was doing he moved back to let you out. You held on to his chest and lifted yourself up a bit to leave a kiss right on the corner of his mouth. God you loved flustering the giant. You wish you had the balls to kiss him like you did yesterday, but you couldn't.

"How are you gonna get home?" He asked, once you were half way down the hallway. You turned around to see him leaning out of the doorway. It was amazing how his doors were much taller than most in Japan yet he still almost didn't fit.

"we can take the bus," You said, shrugging your shoulders. He shook his head and told you wait. He ran past you and picked up his keys that hung up in the genkan.

"you still know how to drive right?" He has to much trust in you. You nodded your head, and he put the keys in your palm. "take my car home," He said, his eyes looked so deeply into yours.

"Jima, I can't. That's a really nice car, and it's been a while since i drove," He walked away before you could be any more stubborn and told Isa that you guys would be going home in his car.

Before you guys left Ushijima had told you privately that he would be leaving for Poland tomorrow morning. He told you not to tell Isamu till you decided if you guys would come with. He would buy you guys plane tickets, and pick you up from the airport. You nodded your head at him, and gave him one more hug. "if you guys don't want to go. I want you to live here. I'm not selling it, and I wouldn't make you pay for any of it," You nodded your head quite nervously about the situation. It was weird how submissive you were when he was around. Normally you would have told whoever that you don't need to be taken care of, but this was different.

That night you and Isa were watching a movie in the living room. He was laying on your chest and your arms wrapped around his body to keep him close.

"Hey Isa baby," you said quietly.

"yeah,"

"would you want to live with Ush-your dad,"

He lifted his head up and shouted yeah smiling at you. You think he's more excited now than he was for the MSBY game. Your heart started beating faster when it was time for you to continue, "um but he's moving to Poland… tomorrow. We would have to move there too," The little boy thought for a little before getting up and running to his room. You could hear his closet door opening and the smacking of something heavy hitting the walls.

"Mom, come on, we gotta pack!!!" the little boy said, completely forgetting the movie. Smiling at your future you couldn't help but run and grab the other suitcase.

tags: @mineta-phobic @rukia-uchiha-98 @ssc7514 @megumuro

its over :,,( but i plan to have 3 bonus chapters! Also definitely wasn't thinking abt Ushijima's stage actor when i wrote the description of Jima

totally not my reference pic 🤔🤔

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The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing | Wandavision 60s blurb 📞

Pairings: Wanda x Vision, Nikolai x Amelia, Marlene x Melissa

Extra characters mentioned: Agnes, Herb, Ji-Hoon, Norm

Summary: A nice day in WestView isn’t it, neighbor? Just a nice day for a talent show in the park.

Click here to read them in the 50s episode

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“Why are we doing this again?” He yelled from across the room.

“Because it is our neighborhood duty to participate.” She called back.

“And who’s brilliant idea was that?”

“Yours!”

“WAS I DRUNK WHEN I SUGGESTED THAT?”

She looked up with doe eyes shaking her head and said, “No. You were your normal amount of drunk when you came and suggested it.”

“Oh.” He repiled looking surprised for a moment and turned back on track, “Well I’m not going.”

As he turned on his heels, she yelled, “They are serving free drinks and well made sandwiches.”

He stopped his tracks, amused by the latest news and began walking backwards, “What I meant to say was I’m not going without a quick shower to fresh up.”

She smiled and winked at the camera with a shrug. She crossed her eyes, “How about we did a little dance at the talent show tonight as well?”

He yelled from that bathroom, “Only if you wear that sassy little number that make your eyes pop and fit you in all the right places!”

“Now you sound like yourself.”

“Wouldn’t be if I wasn’t!”

“And it’s for the children.”

“We already got one, who needs more?”

“Niky!”

“I love you too!”

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At the town meeting, Nikolai was sitting down near the round table stuffing his face with a donut half listening to what Ji-Hoon saying as Marlene muttered his ear to share the food.

Herb was talking about the Jesters new playground in the front yard and how they should all invest in their lawns looking just as good.

That’s when Vision walked in standing all awkward and said, “I’ll just stay here and be as quiet as a church mouse.”

Nikolai yelped pulling up a chair, “Nonsense man, come sit! More the merrier. Maybe you can make the place more interesting. Uh, no offense Norm.”

He muttered, “None taken.”

Marlene snorted at the comment, handing Vision a box of doughnuts in which Nikolai stole from his grasp.

She rolled her eyes instead passing around sandwiches and said, “You’ll love them. My wife made ‘em this morning.”

Vision kindly denied, “Oh no thank you. I don’t eat food.”

“Uh what?”

“..uhh what I meant to say is that I don’t eat food inbetween meals, but at meal time. I’m a regular eating machine.”

“Well more for-“ Ji-Hoon exclaimed about to put them a little to-go box for later but Marlene slapped his hand away, “-ow!”

“No more! Then you won’t be able to fit into your pants later.” Marlene respones scowled at him then turning back to Vision, “Would you like a stick of gum instead?”

Norm was about to say ‘is gum even food’ but one glare from Marlene shut the man up. Vision shrugged saying it couldn’t hurt and took a stick of gum from Herb which made him act kinda funny. They all assumed it was the flavor must’ve been different to his taste buds.

Nikolai and Herb smirked saying it would be great to have a game of horseshoe out back. Vision nodded excited which had Marlene and the others holding back their laughter.

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The ladies however had an interest time at Dottie’s house. Amelia arrived somewhat easily carrying Milo in her arms as the the puppy playing patty cake with Geraldine. She thanked the women for keeping her company as they waited for the others. The girl said it was her pleasure to do so, she wasn’t sure why she came in the first place because she thought it would be more fun. Melissa arrived just in time, saying that her and her wife were having some exact fun that morning.

Both girls laughed.

Dottie looked around counting head and raised an eyebrow, “Uh Amelia right?”

“Hm?” She asked.

“Uh I don’t remember saying dogs could come.”

Melissa smirks as she added, “And I don’t remember you saying that florals were on the list today. I guess we’re both disappointed.”

Dottie looks down at her loud floral dress, flowers rounding her tables set up and the floral curtains. She groaned and walked away as if she was fuming. Melissa smirked to herself as Geraldine and Amelia giggled, they liked florals but this was overkill. Agnes, Wanda and the other ladies finally joined in. Her puppy was being treated well by the staff members there, which made her smile.

Dottie was discussing the incident and plans for today, reminded them that this whole show was for the children. In which the other ladies repeated in unison.

“Did I walk into a cult or something...” Marlene muttered to herself as Amelia snorted.

That earned a little smile from her other friends. Agnes was just drinking meanwhile Wanda was biting down on a cookie that she forgot what was happening.

She removed the cookie from her mouth to clap and repeat along, “For the children.”

Afterwards some ladies went to get ready for the show, but Amelia, Melissa and Wanda stayed behind to help clean up with Dottie.

“Thank you for helping us clean up today, we feel so lucky.” Wanda said with a smile, picking up plates.

“You are.” Dottie responded with a fake ass smile.

Melissa muttered, “I should’ve ran out when I had the chance.”

“You and me both.” Added Amelia with a smile.

The four of them wanted to correct the situation, trying to avoid any confusion and become friendly. Everything was going fine. Melissa was fixing fix up a few napkins hearing the girls speak when the radio started to turn into an oddly specific voice asking ‘Can you hear me, Wanda? Who’s doing this to you girls?’

Dottie got concerned asking who they are, in pure curiosity and shock the glass in her hand shattered as the radio returned back to normal. But she was bleeding a daring red as Amelia rushed over with some napkins to clear that mess up. Dottie was looking between both girls in confusion and slight embarrassment then calmly smiling like a perfectly good housewife should. Wanda stood there with no words coming out of her mouth as Melissa tried to defuse the situation.

“How do you know this much?” Dottie asked.

Amelia smiled, “Well, when your married for so long and had mishaps..you know when to stay calm..”

“Good. I’ll take care of this.”

“But you sure?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

Dottie just walked away leaving the girls and Wanda to themselves wondering how uptight and strange the blonde could be. Amelia rushed over to see is the redhead was okay as Wanda nodded saying she was fine, having to get ready for the show.

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The show at the park was in full swing, as couples were in their fun acts. Marlene and her wife, Melissa, did a little balancing act for the whole crowd. Everyone clapped and cheered for their performance.

Ji-Hoon was hosting the show talent show dressed in his trademark suit, as Amelia and Nikolai were up next doing their best dance routine yet. The two dance Jailhouse Rock on the stage, doing swings, kicks and twirls. Their footwork was excellent in their eyes, having the whole stage be their dance floor.

They finished off the dance with Nikolai dipping Amelia’s head with a classic grin and wink to the audience. She giggled and smiled across the crowd as they clapped loving their performance.

It didn’t matter if they won, they could all tell the couple had way too much fun. But winning would be nice of course.

The two raced off the stage watching Wanda and Vision getting ready. Amelia noticed that Vision looked like he was drunk, as she muttered if Nikolai had of them drink during their meeting. He just put a finger to his lips chuckled, when in reality he had no idea what happened to Vision.

But they got their answer once Wanda and Vision were performing on stage. It was honestly hilarious on their own magic act how silly Vision was out of the loop meanwhile Wanda was playfully showcasing their tricks.

Some of the crowd was confused, others were laughing meanwhile the whole time everyone was entertained piecing together the magic up.

Suddenly Vision walked off the stage and yelled, “Stand up, Shebert! Say hello to the crowd.”

Herbert stood up awkwardly, “Actually it’s Herbert..”

“Pipe down Sherbie and pick a card!”

Vision was fumbling around with his words, instructing Herbert to do as told. Afterward the tall blonde shuffled the cards then flipping one out with a confident expression.

“Is this your card?”

“Uh no.”

“I beg to differ.”

“No.”

“R-really?”

He threw the card over his shoulder and went to pick another one, as Hebert kept telling him, ‘no’. Vision made a grumping noise flipping across the card rapidly in front of the other man’s face repeatedly asking the same question.

All the cards went flying around the park until Vision held up the last one in frustration asking, “Is this your card?”

Herbert smiled, “It is!”

“It is what?!”

“It’s my card.”

Vision scoffed exclaiming, “Well pardon me, Herbert, have it back!” As he shoved the card onto his chest scrambling away and onto the stage saying he did the trick right. The crowd clapped and laughed.

Vision went on and on with tricks running around the stage like a maniac trying to get a hold of himself but failing. Marlene snorted as Melissa laughed. Poor Wanda had to deal with all of her husband’s mishap, covering it up with fake magic to go ahead his real magic act. Soon enough it was over.

Everyone clapped and cheered at their performance, as Ji-Hoon and Dottie called up all the acts to the stage for hand out awards. Everyone got a little ribbons or small trophies, but the real winner was Wanda and Vision.

All that mattered is that everyone had fun!

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Marlene took Melissa on a walk along the park afterwards then home for a special little treat of their own. All Amelia knew that Melissa was blushing after something her wife said in her ear before they left, Nikolai snorted loudly knowing those two were gonna have fun. He decided to take his wife home where he was greeted by their growing puppy Milo was leaping into his lap the moment he sat down on the couch.

“Sometimes I think you love that little mutt more than me.” Amelia joked putting their small trophy on the coffee table before taking a seat beside them.

Nikolai was kissing Milo’s face who was licking and curling up against him ignoring his wife’s jokes as he smirked. That was tall tale sign that she was right about that. He then pressed a kiss to her face as she tried to scurry away.

“You got dog slobber on you!” She yelled giggling.

“Really?! Can you remove it?” He shouted jokingly, picking up Milo who licked her cheeks as well.

“Ahh! You boys will be the death of me!”

“Take it back!”

“No!”

Nikolai and Milo were attacking Amelia with kisses and doggie breath, as laughter and yelling echoed the room.

The two heard a small rumbling sound coming from outside the house, pausing to look outside the window to see thunder and lightning coming. Nikolai’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment sensing something in the air, as Amelia stayed curious onto the sudden weather conditions.

Which meant a short stormy night for them, but a cozy one. As the pair looked at one around their respective features gleamed in the only bright lights of the living room.

The room temperature dropped then rising again for a moment as a wave of shifting sparkles washed over their home. The streets started to brighten up in brighter shades as well.

Every single house was turning into actual color. It felt completely natural and refreshing to the eyes of everyone in town.

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Instead of black and white, they were all in color now.

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