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chlorinecake · 6 months

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What are your thoughts on gang bang?

My sincere thoughts on it? Honestly can’t say that I’m a fan. However, I’ll take this ask as an opportunity to write something ~different~ for my community of horny engenes !!

cw swearing, unprotected sex, m. & f. oral (both giving and receiving), slight exhibitionism, boob play, reader gets fucked by the hyung line, not proofread wc 1.3k

So by now we’re all pretty familiar with enhypen’s infamous resort episode, right?

Imagine Lee Heeseung, one of the richest, most attractive guys at your university inviting you to a pool party held at his condo over the weekend.

You wore an ordinary emerald green two piece bikini with a thin shawl tied around your waist, sitting at the poolside while your eyes merely glazed the book you brought with you. It was supposed to act as headphones to an introverted gym bro, but God knows you weren’t AT ALL interested in reading anymore.

Too distracted by the bulge fest Heeseung and his three equally hot friends were granting you with, the only thing on your mind was how you were gonna fuck at least one of them before the night was out.

Luckily, the pool had already started to clear out within an hour, so you had the perfect chance to make your move with Heeseung's groupies out of the way.

Abandoning your now damp book and shawl, you joined the four boys in the pool, the view of your perky tits and ass against the underwater lights thoroughly enthralling their attention.

“Hey, stranger. It's about time you got your nose out of that book," Jake chuckled, making a spot for you to squeeze in between him and Heeseung in the water, "I’m surprised a girl like you even swung by tonight."

“Don’t be," you said, looking him dead in the eye, "I’m not all books and brains like you might think I am.”

“Great, so why don’t you enlighten us?" Heeseung offered, trying to out-intimidate you, "I’ve invited you to my parties in the past, but you never showed. Why change that tonight?”

You opted for a more humorous response to his cheeky question.

“Because, you’ve obviously been keeping track of my attendance records… I wouldn’t want to risk my midterm grade like that,” you pouted playfully, kicking your feet in the water which only drew their attention back to your body.

Dogs, you thought to yourself. They weren’t even trying to hide how thirsty they were.

“No worries… Heeseung lost the backbone to give cute girl's honest ratings a while ago,” Sunghoon poked, earning a circle of laughter from the inside joke he'd just told.

“Yeah, buddy. You’ve seriously lowered your standards over the years,” Jake pitched in, “prudes like her don’t know how to have a good time, so just quit with your efforts.”

You scoffed at his sly remark, Heeseung splashing water at Jake’s face in both your defense.

"Hmm," you began, speaking more boldly, "last time I checked, prudes are easy targets... I figured guys like you couldn't handle when girls play hard to get anyways."

“That’s sweet and everything, but I'm afraid you've misjudged us," Jay interjected, "guys like ourselves actually enjoy a challenge once in a while... even when the prize is amateur at best.”

“Pfft,” you amused, humored by how much they underestimated the lengths you'd go to for a good fuck, even if you made a fool of yourself while doing so. You played along, planning to make use of your dirty mouth to rile them up even more.

"Look, now you've made her mad," Heeseung sighed at Jay who only shook his head in response.

"Not mad, but extremely horny, yes… and when I'm in the mood, I prefer to skip the mind games and just use my words," you said with a seductive voice, looking them all dangerously in the eyes, "If any of you perverts wanna put your boner's to good use before the night is out, you know where to find me."

The look on their faces was a mix of shock, offense, and desire, their eyes following the trail of water your feet left behind as you made your way outside of Heeseung's pool and into his condo.

“What the fuck is her deal,” Sunghoon asked rhetorically, being the first of the bunch to make his way out of the pool, following behind you.

Jake contemplated with himself before calling out to Sunghoon, "Aye, wait up," nearly slipping on his ass as he got out of the pool.

"Yeahhh, I'm not sure if she wants all of us to join her," Jay pitched in, watching as Heeseung slowly made his way to the pool staircase.

"How dense can you be, bro? The girl's obviously a raging slut. She's practically begging to have all her hole's filled tonight," Heeseung huffed, shaking the water from his hair before dumbly following your water trail as if hypnotized.

Jay was putting up a front, but he was equally, if not even more eager to get off one way or another.

Introducing your fivesome location of choice: Heeseung's indoor sauna.

Some debating time took place before you guys actually started anything, discussing how they planned to take turns fucking you before finally agreeing on going at it in groups of two.

As expected, each of the four boys had their own way of toying with you.

Heeseung took the lead, fucking up into you as you bounced on his cock, your hands desperately clinging onto his shoulders as if fearful that the force of his thrusts would make you fall.

“Fuck,” he hissed, relishing in the sensation of your slimy walls clenching around him.

The surrounding boys palmed themselves while they awaited their turn, some of them even pulling out their phones to record the filthy scene.

Jay, being one of the more impatient ones, took it upon himself to wrap your hand around his dick, guiding your movements with one hand while he massaged your tits with the other. “Since Heeseung here forgot we’re supposed to be sharing,” he groaned, melting into the warmth of your grip.

After the two eldest boys had their fun, Jake and Sunghoon helped themselves to you next.

It caught you off guard when Jake kissed you, his tongue entering your mouth as he explored your folds with his free hand, testing just how eager you were for more.

You were eventually put on all fours, Sunghoon forcing your wobbly legs open as he chuckled in your ear, “don’t tell me you’re already getting tired,” he smirked, landing a harsh smack against your pulsing heat.

Jake gripped your hips, the hot pressure of his cock swirling at your entrance before he finally rammed himself all the way in, delighting you with a feeling of fullness. “So tight,” he whinced, slowly grinding into your hole before picking up the pace.

Sunghoon only gave Jake so much fun time before tapping in, telling Jake to pull out and just hold himself so he could finally have a go.

Although you were still on all fours, Sunghoon was much rougher with you than Jake was, leaning down to graze your shoulder with his fangs while his free hand gripped at your throat.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he rutted into you from behind, smacking your ass just to hear you whine before you both finally climaxed.

"Alright, show off," Jay teased, guiding your tired body into the missionary position, propping you up on your elbows so Heeseung could have full access to mouth.

You’re sure Jay's goal was to make you squirt just from how aggressively he fingered your cunt, diving down to leave rough kitten licks against your puffy clit as he whispered against your heat, ��So fucking pretty for us.”

Meanwhile, you watched Heeseung’s eyes flutter as you slowly inched your lips down his length, delicate hands caressing your cheeks as if petting you before forcing your head down a little further. He trembled at the feeling of your throat tightening around him, “Fuck, you feel so good," he nearly whimpered, chest heaving in harmony with each bob of your head.

Despite your mouth being stuffed, broken moans escaped your lips as Jay eased you toward your third orgasm of the night, your body squirming beneath him as your shiny release coated his lips and chin, adding to the foul sounds echoing within the sauna space.

And with that, your steamy night went on for what felt like hours, the four horny boys chasing their highs and passing you around like the main course at a holiday dinner party.

All of this action was definitely not on par with how you initially planned to spend your weekend night, but it wasn't something you had a problem with, either.

a/n: I felt tempted to include the entire enha legal line in this drabble… I’m sorry, but there ain’t no way you’d be able to process all that dick at once, BYE-

No tags bc this one sucks . I literally might randomly delete this one day… — feel free to check out more fun reads like this on my enhypen bookshelf !!

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sundayiminlove · 9 months

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sleep, pretty darling [ dallas winston x f!reader ]

synopsis : you're overworking yourself with studying in preparation for exams, and dally isn't havin' it. contains : academic overachiever reader, whipped dallas winston, mostly just tooth-rotting fluff, notes : first writing post on here, kinda (very) nervous!! think i'm gonna make a point to write for each greaser in effort to shoehorn my way into outsiders tumblr?? yeah??? okay, GREAT. 99% chance i post something different for dal tho. just a messy, silly little drabble. ironically wrote after not sleeping for 32 hours. i'm sorry if he's a lil ooc y'all, this is my first dal fic in give or take a year!!! he'll get there, i promise! mwah mwah hope u enjoy warnings : not proofread, we die like dally

PALE BLUE EYES slant sideways, casting a brief look at you.

Your nose is scrunched in concentration over the comically large textbook laid open in your lap. You're hunched over, tracing under each printed word with your finger, thumbing down when you stop to take a note.

Dallas is preemptively annoyed. He's been leaning expectantly against the doorframe circa ten seconds ago, and you're yet to notice him. He takes one last dramatic drag from his cigarette before begrudgingly discarding it on the outsole of his shoe. The creases on on your nose tighten as you catch a whiff of the wafting smoke. Though a vehement anti-smoker yourself, you've spent enough time around the gang to guarantee your lungs at least a permanent char. Despite this, you always just have to make a big song and dance of your distaste for them, and Dally does nothing to curb the quirk of his lips into a slight grin.

You have him, hook line and sinker.

"(Y/N)," he speaks at last. His tone is firm yet without underlying aggression; one exclusively for your ears.

You perk up.

Dallas' fingers splay against his lips as if holding a phantom cigarette. "What're you doin' over here so late, huh? Was out lookin' for you."

He watches as your gaze darts to the window. Nightfall has long since kissed the apex of Tulsa, yet you hadn't a clue. You'd been there for hours, crunching equations and fruitlessly jotting down formulas. The encroaching weight of finals week had rendered both your circadian rhythm and measure of passing time nugatory.

"Borrowin' one of Darry's old textbooks," you explain, the corners of your mouth tugging into a frown. "Not exactly a monastery but it beats that old Soc-infested library, long as Two stays gone, that is."

He crosses the Curtis' living room in four smooth strides, plopping down next to you on the couch. The flimsy cushion sinks beneath him, forcing you closer to him, and for once, Dally's grateful for the pathetic old thing's lack of structural integrity.

He lifts the textbook, ignoring your whimper of protest and sets it on the coffee table. He spins the silver band on his knuckle, averting his gaze downwards. "You know, sweetheart," he pauses, choosing his words. Dally wears his worry uniquely, sparingly. "I'm not particularly likin' all of these.. these books, and.." he trails off, thumb tracing your newly-formed eyebag as if he could swipe it clean. "When's the last time you got any sleep?"

Things are different. You're his girl now. And not just his pretty skirt for the night and until 7am after; no, this is serious. You're his girlfriend. His lover. It's foreign. It's enthralling.

No one had told poor Dallas that falling for you would unwind a deep vortex in his brain that noticed the trivial things, like how suspiciously little you blinked or how the vibrant pink in your cheeks had drained.

You lean into his touch with an exasperated sigh. "Dally, c'mon, don't you start this. I know it's nothin' to you, but it's finals week!" you huff. "I'll catch up on the sleep, swear it! I just, I got so much left to do here, and,"

Your defense falls on deaf ears. This has been it for weeks now; and the you-sized hole burning in his chest is only getting deeper. Dally's arms encircle your waist as he taps gently on the small of your back. "Don't give me that," he sighs. "God, baby, you're worryin' me, alright? Don't like seeing my girl so..." he fans his hand outwards.

As you tense and start to fly into another excuse, he shakes his head, mind already made. He's sparing no more of your attention. "You're comin' back to Buck's with me, alright?" His timbre leaves no room for argument, but you squirm regardless. His grip on you tightens. "And I'm making sure you get some goddamn rest."

You pout, looking over at your textbook as if it would personify and save you. "But," you start, only to be hastily shushed.

"But nothin', doll. C'mon, up ya go,"

With that, he scoops you up, one arm hooking around your legs. Your series of half-hearted protests are nullified as he secures you into Buck's old truck, movements careful yet hasty. You inevitably surrender, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you lean back into the torn leather.

BUCK MERRIL'S HOUSE is as quiet as Buck Merril's house is capable of being. You've never been to Buck Merril's house, so you don't find it very quiet at all.

Running his hands over the blanket, Dallas spreads it out on the floor, smoothening out the crinkles and corners. They reform almost immediately and he sighs heavily, airing it out on the pummeled mattress in defeat. If he would have know he'd be conducting a full-scale kidnapping for the sake of your rest, he might have better prepared. Might have.

So, here's the thing, right?"

There have been girls in Dallas Winston's bed before.

There have been quite a few girls in Dallas Winston's bed before.

There have been zero girls in Dallas Winston's bed that he didn't bring into it with meaningless sex on the horizons.

You're no snob and he knows this, but now, it's the principle. Dallas Winston may sleep on a mattress deficient of ample springs and no top sheet, but Dallas Winston's girl should never. In spite his hazy, rose-colored, Y/N-centric world created under this roof, he knows he has to step it up.

As soon as he hears the faucet cut off, he's off his feet. He flings himself onto the mattress, hitching one leg up as he awaits the slow creek of the door.

And there you stand.

Dallas wonders what karmic debt is being paid off for him to deserve to see you like this. His lips part as he drinks in the sight of you like a man dying of thirst. You, in his lightly wrinkled grey tee that scarcely conceals your bare thighs. Your face glistens with renew, a few stray droplets racing down your forehead and cheeks. Even trammeled by exhaustion, you knock the wind right out of him.

You wear the moonlight beautifully. It traces each feature so delicately as you sit beside him on the bed. "I'm—," you start, but pause to let a little yawn. He practically melts beside you.

"I'm sorry I gave you such a tough time, darlin'," you continue, situating under the blanket. "You were right, I'm proper beat."

He smirks, propping his head up to look down on you. "As always," he notes, tucking a fly-away hair behind your ears. You roll your eyes and give him a playful jab, to which he winces in mock affliction. "Some nerve," he hums, thumb tracing your cheek.

You look at him, lips parting gently. This isn't Dallas Winston; that infamous, no-good hoodlum from the wrong side of the tracks. This is your Dally, someone you alone have the absolute pleasure of knowing.

"That's it," he whispers as you surrender to his side, nuzzling his neck. Your eyes are heavy, faltering by the second, yet your grip on him is unyielding. He's never felt a thing like this before, and he's quickly becoming putty in your careful arms. He's content to lay awake all night, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as slumber claims you.

His gangly fingers trace idly on your back, and he knows. He will never be the same.

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kurosstuff · 1 year

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Hello, how are you doing? :)

Since requesrts are open and your writing is marvelous, I wanted to request an Azula x gn reader oneshot/fic where reader is a childhood friend who grew distant to Azula over time, but is now chosen to be her fiancé in an arranged marriage.

You don't have to write it, but I still hope you likr the idea!

Have a great day ^^

Hi! I'm doing better at least! Thank you so much♡ It means so much to me to hear you like my writing!

I'd like to apologize for not writing this sooner- was taking a break with long fics- and idk how accurate azula is still- haven't watched fhe show in so long-! Also hope I got Ozai ok? Never wrote anything with him in it before I don't think

I got carried away♡.. this came out as more of a reconnection type thing? Eh- maybe that's good?

Summary: read ask♡

Warnings(?): azula being azula, reader freaks out/panics alot, ozai, soft(?) Azula(she's like kinda nice sometimes); slight angst. Misunderstanding(but not really), friends to strangers to lovers(?), both reader AND azula are oblivious on how they really feel,

Azula x G/N reader: arranged

Being azulas friend had its ups and downs

Mostly downs

"Oh, come on, Y/N. Don't such a kid, " Azula grumbled, trying to get you to stay still. She read a trick where if someone still stays, a firebender can hit the target above the person's head without any injury. In a book for children for whatever reason. "I'd never hurt you," which is partly true - Azula wouldn't hurt you on purpose, or she would - you weren't actually sure

But like time- friendships come and go.

As you grew older, you saw how awful of a person Azula was turning out to be. How cruel of a person she truly was - how little care she had for another being - even her own brother. Seeing how she was amused and not concerned for her brother during the Agni Kai- you decided enough was enough.

This 'friendship' was becoming too dangerous too frightening. You were aware you can't just up and end the friendship you decided to distance yourself from her. Feeling confident, she wouldn't notice the change

You weren't sure if she ever noticed- if by chance she did. She never said or gave the indication she knew. After a couple of months, you stopped coming around to hang out.

You felt bad, but you believed this was for the best.

It's been almost a three full year when you received the letter. One you'd overlook if it weren't for the very specific golden charm closing the envelope showing it was from the royal family. Usually, being given this letter is either an honor or.. something much worse. Swallowing down your nerves, you sat down staring at the envelope for almost an eternity. Opening it carefully, you begain to read.

Everything seemed normal in the letter besides the fact you are to be summoned to the Fire Lord himself for something. Totally normal. Not like your gonna die or anything. Be shipped off to war maybe? You'd 100% are not worried.

Nope.

Rushing to get ready, you practically jumped in the air in Fright when you heard the knocking on the door. Your nerves were shot, and this whole thing was just making it worse.

You almost hoped to not see her there. But that'd be impossible since she lived there. Opening the door two guards stood infront of you looking at you sternly.

"Are you Y/N?" Nodding your head yes- you didn't trust your voice at the moment. They turned and gestured to follow "come. We will escort you to the Palace"

You don't remember anything on the way there - it was all a blur - you blame it on your nerves, but it did help distract from the imitating Palace. Until you got there. The two guards stepped out and opened the door for you - following them the huge door to the Palace opened slowly with a creek. You took a deep breath and stepped in- turning you watched as the doors closed, sealing your fate. Locking you in - A sound of someone clearing their throat caught your attention

"This way," following closely, you dared not speak, not trusting your voice - and for the fact your throat was so dry a word couldn't get out when if you wished it.

Being led by two fully armed guards was almost as unnerving as the lack of decorations in the halls leading to the Fire Lords office. It was devoid of anything to show the human side of him - if there was any. The only lights shown were from flames - obviously, one's from the Fire Lord himself probably made. The only sounds you could hear was the sound of your heart beating harshly in your ears and the metal taps of the swords on the guards.

Stopping in front of huge double doors, they turned to you unblinking. "He's inside." Was all they said before they opened the doors for you. Once you stepped in they shut loudly the candles blowing out closest to you leaving you alone in the dark- minus the glow of flamed down the hall. Clenching your hands you took a deep breath and tried to relax-

The closer you got to the flames- the more the urge to run as far as you could got worse- alarm bells ringing in your head at the thought of this all going wrong. Something practically 100% possible. Even on his good days, he would be cruel. Stopping in front of the flame wall blocking you from the full view of the man himself - Fire Lord Ozai. His face covered in the shadows from how he sat, but the flames didn't hide how terrifyingly huge he looked - bowing in respect you were about to great him- before he put his hand up to stop you

"Do you know why I asked you here?"

It took you a moment to gain the courage to respond - surprisingly, he allowed you the moment - as if he thought you actually knew the reason. "No, Fire Lord Ozai. I do not. " A deep hum was all you got in return - fabric moved, glancing up, you gulped.

He stood up.

Walking towards you, the flames moved, almost glinding out of his way like a door - he stood before you. Moving his hand in a gesture, you understood to stand straight up , your eyes cast away in respectfear. Walking around you in a circle.

Like a predator hunting his prey. He stood in front of you again after a moment. "Yes. You are perfect." The odd complaint from him did nothing to ease you - seeing your confusion, he hummed."There's an arrangement. Obviously, your Father never told you." The look you held did nothing to stop him,"the arrangement was. His firstborn was to marry my firstborn." The words he spoke caused a mixed sense of emotions in you- confusion, anxiousness. And fear from what was your next thought.

His firstborn was banished.

"But. Giving the events that unfolded with my firstborn. The agreement changed a bit. You will marry my second born."

Clicks of footsteps echoed behind you. You didn't dare look behind you.

"You are to marry my daughter- Azula. Whom I was made aware you were friends of sorts." Turning away, he walked back to his throne. "You will be Wed in two months."

Behind you, someone cleared their throat, turning around, and froze. Azula stood arms crossed, staring at you - almost glaring from how narrowed her eyes were. The same smug smirk from years ago is still present. She almost didn't seem to change much but all the more terrifying. Even if deep down you were happy to see her

"Well. Hello Y/N, " she spoke, voice coming out in a condescending purr. "It seems like we have some catching up to do." Turning, she gestured you to follow her

You followed Azula to her room. You've been in it once before, but that was years ago. Before you felt comfortable - now you felt uneasy - tense about the whole thing. Standing far away from the bed but close enough, you looked around the room - it looks the same as it did, but with some added things such as plants and a new dresser replacing the old silver one she used to own.

Azula sat on her bed, pulling some books out to go through every once in a while, looking up at you - face unreadable. Shows how much has changed before you could tell what she was thinking even if she wouldn't show it - now it's like she's a new person - and in a way, she is.

"What's the matter with you?" Azula asked(more like demanded), looking over at her- Azula seemingly growing frustrated at the books in her hands- what about you weren't sure. Turning towards you with eyebrow raised an annoyed look on her face. You haven't answered her yet

"Oh- uh, nothing. Why?" Humming she placed the book down on her lap- gesturing towards the bed. Getting the message you sat down on the edge. She sat silent for a moment before sighing.

"Look." She started after a while. She took a second to think her response through - it was an odd sight. Azula glanced at you- raising an eyebrow at the unnerved state you were in. Standing up, she walked to her counter. "I get it. The situation we're in is weird. " Pulling some object out, she turned to face you. Handing it to you. It looked like a squishy turtle duck

Seeing the confusion on your face when you took it, she sighed, facing away from you once the look of realization hit you. "You always needed something to hold to calm down when you got like this." She spoke, sitting down beside you. Turning it around the squish toy was the same one you were given- and forgot about years ago. When you and Azula were close. The same accidental burn mark on the shell of the toy. You still remember how she gave it too you

Sitting on the bench, you held your hurt, burning hand crying. Clutching them close - you knew you shouldn't have let Azula talk you into doing such a trick.

A dangerous trick - yet she did. And here you sat hurt.

And alone.

Hurried footsteps came from behind you - you knew those footsteps. Sitting upright, you used your uninjured hand to whip the tears away harshly. You didn't want to give Azula another reason to tease you.

"There you are" she spoke. Sitting next to you she held something behind her. Face slightly flushed from either embarrassment or what you didn't know- nor gave it much thought once a toy was shoved in your face "here- I. I heard from the towns people that a thing called a 'squishy' helps calm people down. Brings comfort or whatever. So take it. It's yours" Holding it in your hand you smiled tearfully. Azula looked like she practically softened before she turned to your hand- huffing she gestured for it

"we need to clean this."

The memory brought a happy smile to your face. Looking up, you saw the quick look of relief on Azulas face before it hardened. "..you kept it?" A shrug was all you got in response for a moment

"Of course I did." Azula mumbled before clearing her throat, brushing you off without a word. Turning away from you - Azula was silent as you messed with the squishy in your hand. Turning towards you, she opened her mouth before shutting it. This caused to pause - Azula never hesitates, nor does she stop until she gets what she wants. Somethings wrong

Before you could ask, a knock came at the door. After giving permission, a maid came in bowing, "My lady, your training room is ready for you." A wave of her hand and the maid ran off hurriedly down the hall.

"You're coming with me." Azula spoke standing. She walked to the door, glancing back at you - an eyebrow arched. Obviously she was waiting for you to follow. Trying to swallow your nerves you jumped up putting the squish on the bed before turning to follow Azula.

The walk was quiet

Entering the training room a couple test dummies stood around the room. Arms stretched out like you used to see from the target practice dummies you'd come acrossed before.

"Sit there- I'll be back" Azula pointed towards some benches a bit far off- you sighed- it's better to just let her do what she says half the time anyways.

After you sat on the bench, Azula moved to the changing room. Her mind jumbled. Scattered around, and she couldn't think of a good reason as to why. Pacing back and forth, she clenched her jaw angrily

Azula was panicking on the inside - ever since she found out it was you, she was to marry. Even worse when she saw you. Would she be a horrible wife? Be like her father and treat her spouse horribly to the point of another abandonment? No. She won't be like him. Azula refuses to treat the one she's bound to in such a way - even Azula isn't that cruel of a person. She's not soft - she's not kind either. She knows the reason why you left her even if you didn't say.

It was her fault

Learning the first choice of who you were originally gonna be married to didn't help her feel good at all. Did you know you were gonna marry her brother? That you left cause of that? The selfish, selfish side of Azula prayed that was the real reason you left. She knows it's not, but it's just easier to think

She wants to prove that she's the best choice - the only choice. Of course, the arranged part of the marriage didn't make her feel happy made her feel horrible. If you were to marry her, she'd want it to be of your free will - not be forced.

Azula stopped pacing. What? Why is that the thing she's focused on. Blinking she crossed her arms. Of course the thought of someone being forced to marry her set an uneasy feeling inside her, but. The thought of marrying you wasn't bad at all-

Why is that? It makes no sense why Azula was and still is hung up on a loss of a friend. The loss of you since the beginning was horrible. It made her sick- she'd admit it only to herself now that she missed you- but.. why does she feel relief from the thought of marrying you? Was it cause she knew you?

Shaking her head she quickly got dressed

Fiddling with your thumbs, you glanced around the room - thankfully, in a more relaxed mood. Your heart no longer felt like leaping out of your chest. The whole area was spotless- which wasn't a surpise given how certain people would react to a messy training hall. You shuddered at the memory.

Looking over when the door opened, your face flushed a bit. Azula was already looking your way when she came out. Without a word, she stepped up and moved the dummies a bit before she begins she started to stretch. Standing straight she smirked back at you.

"Keep those eyes on me," she begain her training. Hitting the dummies far back with a punch in the air- blue flames came out in a flicker illuminating her air and passing some of the training dummies closest- but surprisingly never touching them. Only hitting her target

It wasn't much of a surpise on how good of a fighter Azula was- but you can't help but you can't help but still be surprised at how well she can control her flames. You've seen fire benders fight and train before, this wasn't the first- but it was the first seeing just how different she was to the others. If anyone else tried this. Tried to hit the target from the farthest to the front. 100% the flames passing the others would be hit and burned, but for Azula- it was like it never touched.

The more she hit and kicked, the more in awe you were in watching. If anything, it looked like a dance you'd see from how fluent and confident Azula moved to attack.

As quick as she began, the training ended. Azula walked towards you, and she didn't even break a sweat- even her hair was kept in place even though she was hitting and kicking. Standing infront of you she crossed her arms almost smirking. "Well?" She spoke with an eyebrow raised

"You were perfect! How did you even do that?"

"I'm a natural. No trouble at all" Azula spoke smugly- she wasn't gonna tell you how long it took for her to get the attack right when she was younger. Everything needs to be perfect. Azula hummed, interrupting your praise for a moment. "..We added more flowers to the garden. I'll show you" she spoke almost oddly. The praise you gave her felt weird- but it filled her ego. Of course it was perfect.

This was Azula

Nothing less than perfect no matter what.

She turned to leave to redress ignoring your call.

"We'll go once I come back"

The garden wasn't totally different from how it was since the last time you saw it. The tree in the middle has grown much older but still hanging strong - a knew bench was placed near it, giving the tree and pond underneath. The sun hitting perfectly in-between the leafs and from the rocks below made it have almost a glow to it.

Looking around, the bushes nearby were cut in the specific square way the Fire Lord himself seemed to prefer rather than the rounded ones. Stopping once you heard quaking noises. A smile came over your face, walking to the center pond. You knelt down, looking at the turtle ducks

"Here. You can feed them if you'd like" Azula spoke, holding a small bag of bread out. Thanking her you took it and started to break them up. Azula watched her eyes softening at the sight.

Azula couldn't put her finger on what was wrong with her. Was it her nerves? Why does this scene in front of her make her feel off? The way you're kneeling in front of the turtle ducks the way you gently fed them. The way the lowering sub hits your face. Blinking, she scowled, looking away from you. Looking out to the pond on the other side

"Do you want to feed one, Azula?" Not getting a response, you looked over, frowning at what you saw.

Azula looked almost troubled by something. "Azula?" Calling out to her gave no help. It was like she was here but not here at the moment. Calling out to her again in a softer tone to not startle her- she blinked at you slowly before registering where she was. Standing up, you watched her closely

"Azula. Are you ok?"

Azula just nodded slowly. A moment passes before she bits her tongue. A question on the tip of her tongue. She doesn't want to ask. But she has to. She needs to if she really wants to not be like her father. Not in this way at least

"Are we still friends?" Azula asked before she could stop. "Like I know this is an arrangement but. Are we?"

You didn't responded right away. Just stood there thinking. The way she looked at you- you couldn't tell what she was thinking. It was like looking at a new person. Slowly nodding your head "yes we are." You bit your lip in thought "can we have a do over? From how things ended-" it was a selfish thing to ask. To pretend you didn't just disappear from her life.

Azula nodded her head

"Then.. we can start over?" You said, looking away from Azula for a moment - turning back to look at her - her gaze was on the pond in front of you both.

"Don't see why not. We're not getting married for a couple of months, so we have time"

#azula x reader #avatar x reader #azula #atla x reader #azula kept the squish toy totally not cause it reminded her of you and she missed you alot #and she totally didnt keep it in good condition cause she hopped youd comw back♡#idk i kinda added the panic/squish thinf cause i was panicky earlier and wished i had something like that♡#so um♡ hope you dont mind #this is more of a rebuilding of a relationship and more type thing #like- idk??

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imjustabeanie · 1 month

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uhh i may have to organize this or else im gonna ramble lol-

can i have a matchup for hazbin hotel and helluva boss pls :>

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: demisexual/demiromantic

Star sign (if that helps-): Leo

Personality type: INFP

Ambivert

I use emoticons a lot as you'll see :>

Favorite colors: Purple and black especially since they work so well together

Very much a night owl :)

Personality: I'm a kind of a fun and laid back person but I do like do cause chaos every now and then. I tend to hyperfixate a lot on random things that i tend to find. At first im very quiet but can get more chaotic as time goes on. I can tend to get hot headed at times or be somewhat irrational every now and then and it takes time for me to calm down. Other times im very hyper. Also i have a slight caffeine addiction so that might be why :D

Moral alignment: true nuetral

Aesthetic: Dark academia-ish along with some glitch core because i just really like the look of both

Hobbies: I play the violin, read, write, draw, and i love listening to music a lot. Probably one of my favorite things to do honestly. I also love chilling and watching tv and binge watching stuff. I also have a habit of just analyzing shit for the fun of it because why not. I also really like learning about greek mythology and i like a few musicals. I also watch horror quite a bit and mysteries because I just think that they're fun. I'm also learning spanish as of currently-

Pet peeves: people who cant take a hint... like at all, or they take the hint and just dont care. it annoys the shit out of me. also really stuck up people who think theyre better than everyone else, like we get it youre a child who never grew up. move on. mouth noises are also just the most annoying thing ever.

Appearance: tan skin with dark brown eyes and hair. i wear glasses sometimes but dont usually because theyre not fit properly and i keep trying to get them fir but it never works so ive just given up-. honestly i mostly wear softer clothing such as sweatpants, leggings, or sweaters/sweatshirts. but sometimes i wear jeans and actually style myself although i usually just keep it casual.

Hi! Thank you for your patience I am sorry for being so slow to answer to this trade. I was very sick last week.

Without further wait...your Helluva match is...Stolas!

Stolas was a pretty obvious choice for you to be honest. Your interests and aesthetics click and just like you he’s chill but then pulls out the most chaotic actions out of nowhere.

You two met at night at one of those libraries you only see on pinterest. He honestly just came in cuz he was bored and wished to seek a recent human astronomy book. He found you peacefully reading a mythology book in the corner and was gonna leave you alone till he couldn’t help himself but comment on it. You were so laidback and easy going that you two had a nice conversation where he taught you a few things about mythology (given his age and position he does have an interest in those subjects). It was nice and you two decided to do it every month, then every two weeks and you see where it is going. Stolas just likes coming to you to cool off with no repercussions. It’s what made him fall for you. He confessed after inviting you to watch the stars or a movie he thinks you’d like (high chance you already watched it before but shhh). He confess and also tell you real quick about his marriage situation in case you want out.

Stolas is a caring and passionate lover. His love language is mostly affection and quality time but I believe he’ll wait till you’re ready if you catch my drift. He LOVES spoiling you with numerous gifts and dates. He’d be pretty upset (pouty) if he’s not your go to contact when you need help. He wants to be someone you can rely on, a safe space for you just like you are for him. His gifts range from cinema/concert tickets and your favorite snacks (he doesn’t consider any food as a gift) to actual mythological pieces and priceless violons. Sometimes they even come from his personal collection.

Stolas lives for your chaotic moments! He highly encourages them which results in weekly trouble for both of you (you’re always safe dw but he did get you two banned from a few places). When your hot headed side comes out he’s here to calm you down or get angrier on your behalf. There is no in between cuz your couple is pretty much in sinc. It means you either calm the other down or join them.

Despite his extraverted self, Stolas enjoys some home time. Especially with you. He actually purchases a house in the human world and spends most of his time there now. He wants (begs) you to move in with him. This house has a huge library, two studies, a music room and a very much needed coffee corner. Yeah with those machines you see on tiktok with all the material. Stolas isn’t a morning person at all so he needs his daily coffee and only accepts premium quality. He invested in a home cinema and loves binge watching with you. Those are all things he didn’t get to do often so discovering them with you is a priceless experience in his eyes. Horror doesn’t bother him at all and he can show you much better horror tbh. Stolas also likes analyzing things with you (he listens and chimes in) and actually keeps up with your fixations really well. His favorite thing to do at home is to stay glued to your side.

Stolas often drags you to dance with him in the music room. He is attentive to your tastes and shows you his favorite pieces too! In general he is an attentive lover who adapts to your needs without being overbearing. If you accept his flaws your relation will be…stellar.

Your hazbin match is...Husk!

I did hesitate between a few characters (mainly Vaggie) but in the end Husk won. He’s chill but knows how to have fun. And he’s loyal.

You were at the hotel when you got to know Husk. He was being his usual snarky self but after a few nights (and talks) he slowly became friendlier. He even cracked jokes with you! Music definitely got the two of you to bond. You became someone he felt at ease with. The moment Husk considered sharing some of his problems with you he knew he fell, and fell hard. He started being more attentive to your needs and lost in your voice during your conversations. Everyone knew he was in love so one night they somehow managed to leave the two alone for the night. That’s when he confessed, knowing he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

As mentioned beforehand, Husk is a very attentive boyfriend. His love language is mostly acts of service and some quality time. He makes you your favorite drinks and will even learn the ways of a coffee barista for you. He’s proud of the way he makes you smile and feel loved as well as being your shoulder to vent to. Husk knows he has a way with words and people to make them feel at ease, he’d say it’s a positive trait of his that’s why he wants you to be included in it. Plus he gives good advices for someone with so many bad decisions. Husk likes going on weekly dates with you (besides dinner together every night that he cooks) to watch new movies. He’s mostly a domestic guy so going out in public is something he’d only do for you.

Husk calm demeanor is really helpful when you start getting irrational. He always help you keep a head on your shoulders and is the rational voice. Doesn’t mean he won’t encourage you to go ape shit when someone deserves it. While he prefers the calm, Husk still enjoys your occasional chaotic moments. He knows you try to lessen them for him but isn’t fully opposed to them as long as you’re safe. Low chance he’ll join you but some nagging will work. People are surprised that he’s with someone way more energetic than him but he just shoots some lovey dovey comment and they shut it. Angel is probably your biggest cheerleader in the relationship, he gives a lot of (sometimes helpful) advices to Husk.

While your hobbies differ greatly, I can see Husk appreciating them a lot. Especially your artistic side that he fully encouraged. He’s always there when you practice, even when you get frustrated or have an art block. Husk will become your hype man and do his best to motivate you. He probably got the binge watching habit from you much to Alastor dismay and he actually gets into soap operas….it’s funny to watch. Husk likes listening to you analyze or talk about greek mythology. He’s not great at that but tries to participate (he likes listening to your voice).

Husk will lessen his drinking habits with you. He wants to be the best version of himself for you just like you are for him. He’s really trying and it’s commendable. His gambling is another issue and he needs another fixation for him to stop. I guess with you it could become watching tv as it takes up a lot of his time (not saying that in a negative way but you see what I mean). Aesthetically talking, you two also fit together if we judge by clothing type and your personal aesthetic. Overall he might not be the best guy but he’s willing to change for his love.

#matchups #match ups #hazbin hotel #helluva boss

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sammy-a-87 · 3 months

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Bathilda Bagshot nee Grindelwald

It had been a week since Gellert’s arrival at Godric’s Hallow, time which he had spent mostly locked up in his old room, only coming out to eat and use the bathroom. The realization of this not being a dream, nor memories, or some obscure circle of hell, was hard to digest at best and mind-numbingly confusing at worst. After that talk and crying session, which he wasn't proud of in the slightest, he didn't sleep at all, and for three days all he could do was stare bewildered at the ceiling, sitting sprawled out on the small bed in the small room he called now his own. It was just as bland as he remembered it, but this time the sight was actually comforting- simple white walls, a big window, a wooden desk right under it, a bed big enough for two scrawny teens, a dresser, and a small bookshelf. He had shoved his trunk under the bed before plopping on the soft mattress. Once his mind finally caught up with his situation, he began writing in an empty notebook. Wrote everything he remembered from his ‘old’ life, as he called it now, then everything he was supposed to know in this ‘new’ one; stuff like don't do magic away from Tilly’s house or the twelve uses of dragon blood haven't been discovered yet. He noted down all the small things he could think of that would make him look odd if he let them slip. It took him another three days to accomplish this. At some point, he thought about starting a diary as well, but he swiftly rejected the idea.

On the seventh day since his arrival, he finally ventured into the living room, picking up books to read. Mostly books written by his aunt. Writing in that little notebook made him realize just how little he knew about her- he had never shown interest in her work or her life but he supposed he could start now, new chance and all that. That’s where Bathilda found him later that day, curled up on the couch, completely engrossed in her latest edition of “Hogwarts: A History”.

“Found anything interesting to read?” she sat down next to him, smiling softly. She was starting to like this new side of him, even if his little self-isolation had worried her.

“Ah, ist nur… it's just … you have a nice writing style. It's a shame to have a writer around and not read their stuff, right?” Gellert smiled at her sheepishly, waving the book in the air.

“Interesting style, you say…. I'm glad you like what I write. Where did you get at?”

“Uh…. currently there’s a passage about a…room of requirement? Why does this place sound so much better than Durmstrang?”

Bathilda laughed. He loved it when she did it, she instantly appeared several decades younger, more carefree, and happy. Suddenly he remembered the photographs. “Actually, scratch that. Uh….” He was stuttering again. “Ah, I wanted to…I wanted to ask you. When I came here. Um- weißt du… ja, yeah-” Why can't I talk like a normal person, for fuck’s sake?!

“What’s on your mind, Schatz?” she looked at him expectantly, but without any judgment.

“I-I don't want to overstep but…..but, um,” he took a deep breath. “Why aren’t you married? You're brilliant- surely you could've found someone…?” He instantly regretted ever speaking as Bathilda's face darkened. Her gaze fell down to her hands, fidgeting with her empty ring finger. For a long moment, they just stood in silence, neither daring to speak first. Gellert looked at her with concern and slight fear- was she gonna explode on him? Yell? Throw him out? He didn't know what he would do if the one person in his life who loved him unconditionally, suddenly hated him just because he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

“I…don't like to think about it, but i was married once. It was a long time ago though, surely you ain’t interested in some old woman’s tales.” her tone was grave, like he'd never heard before, and without thinking about it, reached his hand to hold hers.

“I…am interested in knowing you , Tante. If you're comfortable sharing, that is.” The boy’s soft voice caught her off guard and a small smile broke the tension on her face.

“What do you say if I were to tell you over some tea?” He nodded and they got up, changing the scenery to that of the quaint kitchen. Gellert sat at the table while Bathilda turned the stove on. Doing such simple things the muggle way…it seemed so strange to the young wizard. He was about to comment on it but she might as well have read his mind, for she spoke first.

“Doing stuff with your own hands might seem pointless, but there's a certain satisfaction coming from it…and a sense of peace. It's never good to be overly dependent on magic, mark my words.”

“I see,” he answered quietly, observing her hands rapidly preparing everything for the perfect tea: mincing mint leaves- she always said it helped get the flavor out- adding sugar to the boiling water, grounding cinnamon.

“I was 15. My father wasn't satisfied with having a still-maiden daughter that old. It just didn't look good, you know? Others my age already had children, but i was more interested in books. One day he had enough of me ‘wasting away’ and convinced a random British gentleman that I would be perfect for him. I knew no word in English at the time, couldn't understand what they were talking. Next thing I knew I was…I was in a wedding dress. Beautiful it was, extravagant and imposant. Almost fit for royalty. Father had never given out so much gold for me before.”

Gellert listened carefully, half wanting to feel sorry for her, half wanting to be utterly disgusted with his grandfather. Perhaps it was alright to feel both. “What about Vater?”

“Your father didn't give two shits, to be blunt. He was glad to have me gone and all the gold and prestige promised to him. He always harbored a deep hatred for me, even as children. How much of it was our father’s influence, however, I don't know nor care anymore.” She dropped everything in the boiling water.

“The man brought me to England. Had a pretty mansion right in London. He didn't care for me, at least not enough. I was in a foreign land, surrounded by people speaking a language I could understand….and take this- he had been married once already, and still lived with his ex. To say she hated me was an understatement. Apparently, she thought he left her for me when really he took me on a whim. I spent the next 3 years with them until she left with another man. Then it was just the two of us and the house elves. The moment she left he seemed to have forgotten all about my existence. Wouldn't even greet me, avoided me even.”

“That’s just horrible…he was a total arse.” Bathilda chuckled at the boy's remark.

“Indeed he was. After another two years, I couldn't stand it anymore. I managed to learn the language on my own as best as I could but never spoke to anyone- he always kept me inside. I killed him.” His eyes threatened to jump out of their sockets. How can she speak so casually about this? Tante Tilly killed someone in cold blood…

“No way… w-what did you do then?” he couldn't help his curiosity, even faced with this morbid truth- hadn't he killed thousands? Why did it feel so much more taboo to have his aunt do it too? Maybe because she was always so sweet and kind and gave the impression that she could never hurt a fly…

“I ran away. Got all his gold and took the first carriage I saw. The ministry only saw me as a poor scared widow…gave me everything he owned since I was, by marriage, his only family. The carriage left me here, in this little town that was still a village back then.”

She poured the tea into the cups. As if sensing his next question, she continued: “They never check for muggle poisons.”

She handed him the steaming cup.

#gellert grindelwald #ggad #bsads #bathilda bagshot #ch4 #forced marriage #bathilda lore

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filthforfriends · 2 years

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ok but that ask of abo dynamics? the thing you wrote? perfection.

take this as a request: keep writing that please i beg you (im beggin yoOuU). like what happened after that kiss, what happened as soon as she turned 16, i just need to know and my imagination isn't really good for that 😩

also im a sucker for abo dynamics, especially damiano being a really protective alpha

OKAY I'm gonna try to continue this one and hers a pic of how I imagine alpha!daminao

when he drops you off at your house, he goes inside to meet your parents. theres a chance that you scents will evolve based on your romantic and sexual connection, so he wants to meet them before that. alphas meeting their omega's parents is customary, since omega's may meet their lifelong mates, or vice versa, as young as 12 or 13. since its not uncommon for your first real mate to be your mate for life, getting off on the right foot with the parents is important to Damiano. what your parents think of his character and intentions concerns him. He wants to establish a good relationship with them.

of course he's Damiano: charismatic, eloquent, artistic, confident, and respectful of your boundaries. the fact that he's bothered to introduce himself so early is already scoring him points. but this is also a stepping stone so he doesn't just assume that he'll be introduced. he's actually kinda tactful and quiet about it. when he pulls back up to your house (adjusting his jeans multiple times) he asks, shy or even timid in a soft voice "do you want me to meet your parents? if not I understand! you don't know much about me yet, so if you'd prefer to mate until you're sure --" "I'm sure about you. come inside." he'd say okay and so one of those precious, genuine smiles that reaches his eyes.

your parents weren't stupid. they could sense a slight change when Damiano started to hang around you more. it was almost imperceptible, but your mom caught it. so although your parents are surprised to see Damiano, they're not really that surprised. figured this time would come soon. of course they're apprehensive about a 17 year old alpha being interested in their 15 year old daughter, but even sitting down for the tense, awkward conversation that you quickly excused yourself from evokes good will because its a sigh of quality character. after a rather long integration, they can tell that he's trustworthy.

you've retreated to your room to give them privacy, as is customary, and are just half assing your homework when theres a knock on your bedroom door. its not your parents or your older sisters, that you would recognize. you also recognize his smell. "come in, damiano" he steps into your room, more nervous than you. of course you trust Damiano to be in a room along with you, in fact the thought excites you as it does him, which is why hes nervous. being in such close quarters compels him to want to throw out the rule book and every social nicety he's supposed to comply with. he also knows that he's being watched very closely, so he leaves the door open completely.

"so, I'm gonna go." "and my folks?" "we're on good terms, I'm sure I'll meet them again before you're birthday." you understand what he means. once strong mutual chemistry is established between a mating pair, the world seems to throw them together at every opportunity. in reality, its all pheromones, you're attracted to eachother not just aesthetically, but chemically, and seek the other out subconsciously (and consciously of course.) the inevitability of Damiano is so exciting, and although you knew this was probably coming, now that its here, everything feels very sudden.

"you look" Damiano sighs, cocking his head to the side trying to read your expression "not scared, but...shaken?" you think about it for a second "I feel grounded, its just very new, I think." he's nod, shoving his hands in his pockets while standing in your doorway. you want to leap off the bed, across the room, and throw yourself at him full force. "y/n, we're gonna start the barbecue on the back porch! your sisters will be home for dinner soon!" you hear the back door slide open and closed, which is giving permission for something, at least for you and Daminao to be in the same room together without supervision.

"just come inside Damiano, I don't bite," you joke. of course sinking your teeth into Damiano mid heat sounded positively delightful. he'd close the door behind himself and lean against it. "what are you so far away?" you'd tease, bubbly from his proximity, but Damiano's energy is in a very different place. "what's wrong?" "we have to pause the physical aspect of our relationship, which is going to hurt you. and I have to go." he tries to be stoic but is actually biting back passion and carnal desire. his words burn behind your eyes, but you try to maintain composure. "and right now? today? its not like I have another alpha I can go to and get a knot from so I can stop sitting in. a pool of my own slick." "you'll calm down." his words are anything but confident, like he's trying to convince himself. "don't you remember the first time someone turned you on like this? when does it go away?" Damiano's silence was answer enough. "how many knots did it take until the ache stopped?" your jaw is set, as though anything could ward off the desperation. in every way but physical, you were raw, exposed to the elements. the sensation had passed uncomfortable and was steadily on its way towards excruciating.

"I don't know how many, three or four at least." he was avoiding eye contact, but you hadn't expected an answer so honest. "but I can't do that for you, you'll go into heat. I already talked to your parents, I know--" "can we please not talk about my parents right now." "y/n, I know you're not on hormone suppressants. I know you just got on birth control. It might not even be fully effective right now." "it's been over two weeks! I'm fine! you're just looking for excuses!" and really there wasn't a worse time to be rejected. you were supposed to be irresistible right now. it should be taking everything inside Damiano to hold back: his scent on you, slick between your legs, an enthusiastic mate, an optimal location. these factors should be intensifying one another. sure Damiano looked like he was in pain, but you did want him suffering, you wanted him to break.

"is there something about me that isn't sexy to you yet? is that why we have to wait!?" you interrogated. Damiano let out one of those unhinged laughs and shook his head, looking up as he sighed. "um, no. you're young and fertile and unmarked and I'm trying not to think about how soft your skin is but I fucking can't now because we kissed and I can't fucking breath without remembering how soft you were and nice to hold and grab and have and touch." "have me! touch me!" Damiano shook his head, putting his face in his hands and letting out a breath that sounded positively exhausted. "no, they're things you need to learn and I can't be the one to teach you." "that makes no fucking sense!" you finally yelled, getting off your bed to stand up. "why can't you --" "because I don't want to scare you away! you still think that alpha's want to be Prince Charming for their omegas! you still believe in soul mates that will do anything for eachother, but we can't change who we are!"

"so you won't knot me till I believe love is a lie?" "what the? fuck! no, y/n its not about love, its not about having and touching! I want to fucking devour you, okay? I don't want to make gentle love to you, I want to own you. I want to possess you. I want to consume you. Its not pretty, or romantic. We're animals! Once you take on your first mate you give up a piece of your humanity and you never get it back. You allow yourself to be debased and never get all your decency back. So you, right now, pure, healthy, willing, fucking delicious. You're offering yourself to me and I can smell your pre-cum drying on your thighs, so all I want to do is ruin you for anyone else. And thats not what our first time is going to be! okay? so end of discussion."

#damiano #maneskin #måneskin #damiano david #damiano maneskin #damiano david fanfiction #damiano david smut #damiano david imagine #damiano david x reader #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin imagine #maneskin x reader #alpha!damiano #omegaverse maneskin #alpha beta omega #omegaverse #add my taglist later I'm tried sorry theres no smut but that didn't feel right for this part of the story #I love doing these lazy imagines lol

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imtheflash · 2 years

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Je'Taime

This is based off of a movie I saw. Actually basically my favourite song from said movie. Also I thought Emily Sonnett seemed the easiest to write for to start?? If I got any facts wrong at all, please feel free to correct me I'm just getting into soccer so everyone and everything is rather new to me. Can I also just say like a big huge yall r fucking amazing to the people who were like u should try writing for the uswnt who knows yoh might like . Like I wouldn't have had the guts to write let alone post this without yall.

"So its final right?" she asks looking over at you from where she was sitting cuddled up next to you watching a rom-com.

"Yup" you rigorously shake her hand up and down smiling at the slight chuckle you get.

"Never say I love you" she makes sure, still somehow shaking your hand back just as hard.

"Never ever in the history of ever." You relax back onto the couch despite the pang in you heart at never having a chance of properly loving your best friend. "Did you know that's 'ne dis jamais je'taime' in french"

"okay smartypants" Both of you look back at the screen right as the two main characters kiss in the rain just as the stereotype shows. The sadness weighs down your heart and even though a collective "Ew!" leaves both of your lips and you hurry to skip ahead in the movie you still wish that maybe just maybe that could've been you. Maybe someday you think to yourself.

That was four years ago, and despite both of your best efforts, you hadn't met up since. Through the frequent facetimes and random texts you found yourself missing her. Your attraction for her hadn't died in the slightest, in fact it increased and even managed to fuel you into texting Kelley to get her to help surprise Emily. The next time you found yourself off work you booked a flight and landed in Washington D.C. Which is how you're watching her now. Over the fence of a random park in which Kelley had dragged her out to make sure your surprise was successful the cloudy sky above you does nothing to dwell on your mood.

You can only smile at her attempts to kick the ball up onto her finger while still holding her jacket and laughing at the face Kelley is making at her attempts. As soon as Kelley makes eye contact with you your sure to make all signs of your lovestruck smile fall off your face into a grin.

Gathering all of your courage you make your way around the fence and lean against it although Emily is still none-the-wiser to her spectator. "I don't think that's gonna work out for you." Her jacket falls faster than the ball which she manages to stumble on before seeing you and running full speed whilst shrieking out your name.

"Y/N!"

You walk a few steps to meet her halfway before letting out a oomph as she bangs into your chest and stumble backwards chuckling as you wrap your hands around her.

"I take it you missed me?" You smile into her hair still hugging her back.

"I- How- When did you- How did you-?" she pulls back from your hug and stares between you and Kelley.

"Which one of you- Actually how did you." She points back and forth between you two "Is this why you dragged my ass into the freezing rain?" Her question makes both of you laugh and nod before you walk over to Kelley. "Thanks dude" you try to shake her hand as a thank you before she takes it and pulls you into a hug "nuh uh we hug here. I'll take my leave so you two can catch up."

She sees the look exchanged between you both, and the lovestruck smile you've had on your face ever since you saw her. Both of you are still smiling to hard to notice so a half hearted wave is sent by Emily and a soft "bye" leaves your lips.

"When did you get here?" she asks still perplexed

"this morning" You say smiling and holding onto her hand to pull her into the parking lot of the park to lead her into your car as the rain has started and you aren't very eager to catch a cold.

"Movie night?"

She scoffs "of course"

You don't see her lingering glances at you. You've cut your hair, and carry yourself with a new wave of swagger that's oh so enticing. You could say the same about her. She's the same Emily from four years ago, but confident in her stature and still so familiar it's like time hasn't passed at all. She still makes the same jokes and the same exasperated smiles when you say something cheesy. It's a complete coincident that when you see the same movie pop up on your Netflix account you click it.

She comes and settles next to you in her pajamas and you hide a snicker at her penguin onesie. The situation gives you Deja Vu as she cuddles into you at the Movies opening scenes.

You try and motivate yourself into asking the question that burns through you. Halfway through the movie you realize you missed your chance 4 years ago. You won't miss it again. And so you start unsurely.

"Hey uh.. remember the promise we made" The squeakyness of your voice makes you cringe.

"Which one?" Her head tilts back to look at you.

"The never say I love you one. Ne dis Jamais Je'taime?"

Her heart races at the possibility of what your going to say, because she remembers that promise clear as day and how the butterflies in her stomach were forced back into caterpillars because you liking her back was not possible.

"Yeah I remember. Why?"

"I just. I think it's kind of useless now y'know. Because like, it's not true" you pause tearing your hand through your hair to try and find the words.

"I mean. Because I do love you. And not in that platonic best friends way but like the romantic way. It's not a new thing I liked you since I made that promise but I just think that. You should know and I know this probably fucked things up now because I don't know how you feel and-"

She cuts you off with a kiss, and her lips feel soft and sweet and all of your thoughts leave you. Finally when both of your lungs burn you pull back and her forehead rests against yours.

"Je'taime" her words have you pulling her back in again thought you both smile too hard for it to stay a kiss. Behind you the screen reflects you, both main characters kissing in the rain. Someday happened for you and Emily.

#emily sonnett x reader #Mild kelley appearance #This is my first try at uswnt so please don't murder me #uswnt x reader #Yeah...

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louisvuittontrashbags · 2 years

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Hi there! First, I love all of your fanfic, seriously. I love it how it makes me feel I'm there for real :D thanks for all the great job. I know it's been a while though, but I really have no way to get to a story I'm dying to read, it's a fanfic about Prompto sexting with his S/O I found in the Dirty FFXV Confessions blog. AFAIK is not listed in the Masterlist of this site and when I go to the other, it always tells me the content is restricted (I did try to unlock it but it wont work)

Idk when this ask even came in, but since UTW is basically lost to Tumblr Explicit Hell I had to dig deep into my documents to find this one. So I'll just repost it for you if you're still out there, anon!

Could i get a scenario where prompto’s SO is sexting him while they’re in the regalia with the bros? when they finally reach the hotel, prom cant hold back any longer- things get nsfw from there ;)

You look around the car, bored out of your skull and desperate for something to take your mind off of the mind-numbingly dull journey home. Another 30 minutes left… ugh. Gladio has fallen asleep to your right with his book over his face, and Noctis snoozes quietly with his head leaning against the window. Prompto is nearly asleep himself in the front seat, but you can see him clutching his phone. A naughty thought enters your mind, and you settle on your entertainment for the remainder of your car ride. You pull your phone out and begin to compose a text, muting the sound so as not to give yourself away.

Can’t wait to get you alone tonight.

You hit send and wait. Prompto’s phone buzzes quietly in his hand, startling him out of his stupor. He stretches for a moment, then unlocks his phone. You can see his lips moving as he reads silently. He chances a look back at you, then looks away immediately. You can see a slight blush creeping up the back of his neck. His fingers fly as he texts you back. A few moments later, his response appears on your phone’s lock screen.

Yeah?

You squint at your phone. …yeah? Is that the best he’s got? Time to turn it up. You grin to yourself as you write your response.

Yeah… I’ve been thinking about going down on you all day. I miss the feeling of your cock in my mouth… your hands in my hair… the sounds you make when I take you all the way to the back of my throat…

Prompto’s phone buzzes again, and this time he carefully angles the screen of his phone away from Ignis. His body posture stiffens, as though he’s trying extremely hard to look casual. He puts his cell down for a moment, then glances at it again out of the corner of his eye. Eventually he manages to compose a response with one hand, all while doing his best to look as bored as possible. It’s adorable. His response arrives a few seconds later.

Fuck, babe… ur gonna make me hard, and Iggys gonna see. stop it

You bite your lip to stifle a giggle, and issue an immediate response.

Mmm… let’s talk some more about you getting hard. I wish I could just reach over the seat and take you in my hand, feeling you growing stiffer in my grasp as I stroke you.

Prompto shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and you can see him cross one leg over the other, then uncross them again. He rubs the back of his neck, and you can see his blush has deepened.

babe…

You know you’ve got him on the ropes now. You press your advantage.

I can’t wait to get to the room so I can push you down and have my way with you. I want to ride you tonight.

Prompto’s reply is swift.

im the one who’s going 2 have my way with u 2nite. be ready.

As Ignis pulls into the motel parking lot, you can see Prompto holding tightly to the car door, his knuckles white with effort. He nearly leaps out of the car, walking swiftly to the front desk and loitering impatiently as you all sort out your rooms. He all but tosses his bag into the boys’ room, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was following you, earning a few raised eyebrows from the rest of the group. You hadn’t exactly gone public with your relationship yet though you suspected the boys must have had some idea something was going on. Well they’ll probably know after tonight.

As you enter the motel room and deposit your bag on the floor, Prompto pushes into the room after you and swings the door shut. As soon as the door clicks in the latch you find yourself slammed against the wall, your boyfriend’s lips greedily devouring your own. You moan loudly against his tongue, praying your friends have already gone into their room. Prompto pushes his thigh between yours, and you writhe against him, grinding yourself against the lean muscle of his leg. His hands are everywhere, slipping beneath your clothes and seeking out your soft curves. He mutters against your lips.

“Think you’re so sneaky… like I wasn’t gonna catch up to you.”

You slip your hands under his shirt, relishing the feeling of his toned abs beneath your palms, but Prompto wrenches himself away from you immediately, fixing you with a glare that lights a fire in your core. He grabs your forearm and flings you handily onto the bed, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it to the floor.

It’s rare that Prompto gets riled up enough to take control like this, but you love it when he does. You hurriedly shed your clothes as you see Prompto beginning to undress, but you only manage to get your top off before he dives on top of you, pinning your arms down at your sides. “Oh no you don’t,” he growls in a register that sends a tingle up your spine. He buries his face in your cleavage, bringing his hands up to squeeze harshly at your breasts underneath the cups of your bra. You can feel his rather impressive bulge pressing into your leg, straining at his jeans. When you reach one hand into his hair and give it a sharp tug, he groans loudly into your cleavage before climbing back up to kiss you roughly. “Mmm… pretty sure I said no touching.”

“You didn’t actually say anything as I recall…”

Prompto pushes his fingers into your mouth, and you suck them eagerly. “You know what I mean.” He watches you with a hunger in his eyes, his pupils blown and his lids low. He withdraws his hand abruptly and plunges it down beneath the waistband of your pants, relishing in the gasp his touch elicits from you. You whisper to him, your faces only inches apart. “I could suck something else for you, you know…”

Prompto shakes his head. “Not tonight. I told you… after that stunt you pulled in the car… we’re doing things my way.” You arch beneath him as one finger slides easily into your sex, fisting the sheet in your free hand. Another long and nimble finger joins the first, and he begins to move in and out of you, biting down onto your neck as he works you. You can already tell the delicate flesh of your neck has bruised, but all thoughts of the consequences are driven out of your mind as he picks up speed. You can sense yourself hurtling towards your orgasm, but just as you feel it coming he cruelly deprives you of his touch, pulling his hand up and out of your panties and forcing his fingers back into your mouth. You let out a whine, but dutifully clean his digits with your tongue, the taste of your essence mingling with that of his skin. He stands suddenly, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down only far enough to free his cock, leaving them hanging off his hips.

You have to take a moment to admire the sight before you: Prompto bites his lip, pumping his length in his fist a few times as he looks down at you on the bed, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes quietly begging for him. He reaches down and pulls your pants down and off your legs, taking your panties with them. When he crawls over you you can’t help but shiver at the intimidating figure leaning over you. You adore Prompto for his sweetness, but these moments when he’s in complete control make you absolutely weak for him. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he enters you, swallowing your moans and answering with a few of his own. Normally Prompto takes his time with you, but tonight he begins to move within you immediately, fucking you savagely. His hands grip your hips tightly, clamping your bodies together at the waist. He looks you in the eyes as he rams in and out of you, grunting his commands to you.

“Make sure you speak up. I want to hear you scream my name.”

“B-but Prompto… ahhh… the boys m-might hear…”

“Good… I want them to.”

He jackhammers in and out of you furiously, leaving you little choice in the matter of volume. His name tumbles from your lips in a gasping cry as he pounds you towards your release; when your orgasm hits you clench hard around his cock and shout his name so loudly you’re positive the entire motel (and a few surrounding buildings) knows just who gave it to you tonight. Prompto isn’t finished with you yet though; he pistons into you mercilessly, taking what he wants from you even as you lay spent beneath him. You wrap your legs around his waist and hold on tightly, crying out with every thrust. As he reaches his peak he buries his face in the crook of your neck, groaning against your skin. His body tenses and he slumps down against you, letting you feel the full weight of his body on yours. Your bodies are slick with exertion, and you can feel his heart hammering wildly in his chest. All the tension has left him—he rolls down to your side, snuggling his head into your chest. When you put your arms around him he leans up to kiss you sweetly on the cheek.

“Um… sorry.”

“Sorry for what, Prom? You know I love it when you get like that.”

“The guys saw me go in your room… and we made so much noise. They’re definitely gonna know now.”

You tilt his chin up towards your face and give him a soft kiss. “It’s about time they found out anyway. I’m tired of hiding it. I love you… I want everyone to know.”

Prompto returns your kiss enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with his usual sweetness.

“Well that’s good… cause I think the entire block knows now.”

#ffxv #prompto #prompto x reader #i can't believe i'm already posting prompto smut even tho this is old LMAO #he's not even my fave but man i wrote SO much of him over the years #he is fun to write!

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asmosmainhoe · 3 years

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I'm not good at making request buuuuut I saw your request are open and I'm not gonna let this chance pass by to see your amazing writing again. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS! Ok so on to the request. Can you do on how the undateables (now datables) + Lucifer, Satan and Belphie be like when they miss their s/o? Thank you very much! -🥀

The undateables + Lucifer, Satan & Belphegor missing their s/o

Thanks for the request and for being so enthusiastic!

Gender neutral MC

Warnings: slight cursing, slight angst

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Lucifer

Hides in his office and buries himself in paperwork

Missing you distracts him from his work for Diavolo and that's something he can't afford

But no matter how hard he tries he simply can't get you off his mind

Whenever he sits at his desk he can see you sitting on it in the corner of his eyes, watching him work like you used to do so often

How dare you mess with his schedule like that?

He forbade his brothers visiting you in the human realm, because of their shenanigans and he just can't run around breaking his own rules

It's a pain in the ass

Thinks about calling you, but he doesn't want to look too desperate so he simply texts you

If you don't respond immediately expect 10 more texts from him (so much about not looking desperate)

Satan

Misses you more often than he likes to admit

And when he misses you he gets angry and lets it out on Lucifer which makes Lucifer angry which makes Satan even angrier

Do you see the issue?

It always happens when he finishes an interesting book

He instinctively rushes to your old room to tell you about it, but stops midway, realizing you're not there anymore

After a small big tantrum he returns to his room and calls you to tell you about the book

Don't get me wrong. He loves hearing your voice and being able to talk to you, but it's not the same

Often you two talk over the phone through the entire night and after some calls you can see a few tears rolling down his cheeks

Belphegor

When he misses you he searches for his twin to hang out with

Beelzebub never fails to cheer him up

But on some days even that isn't enough

When even his closest brother and friend can't help him he sleeps

The probleme here: he dreams of you. A lot

And some dreams just feel so real

When he wakes up the empty feeling inside his chest seems to have grown

Well it really depends on the dream tho

The good one's kinda cheer him up you know? They feel like he's closer to you

The bad one's tho? He hides in the attic and doesn't leave it for the rest of the day or night

Diavolo

This man doesn't have the time to miss you that often tbh

He has to rule over the Devildom and that enquires 100% of his attention

There are only rare moments where he can really sit back and relax

They used to be precious to him, but now they're just filled with thoughts of you

The human exchange student who stole his heart within a few months

He knows he cant affort those distractions, but he can't help himself

Ever since you left he has changed and the others noticed that. Especially Barbatos and Lucifer

They do everything in their power to cheer the prince up

Of course he appreciates the effort, but the only thing that could help him in those moments is you

Barbatos

Very busy man

Also doesn't have the luxury to think about you 24/7

Honeslty he sees it as a gift, because it would drive him crazy if his mind would be with you all the time

The only times he thinks of you is when he bakes or lays in bed

Baking is something you two enjoyed doing together even if your cakes didn't always turn out how they're supposed to do

The kitchen just feels so empty without your presence

You could say that he's not that into baking anymore since your absence

Don't get me started on the moments he thinks of you when he's in bed

His mind is full with memories of you telling him about your home and laughing with him

He would gladly turn back time if Diavolo would just allow it

Simeon

You have no idea how often this angel watches over you

He even talked with the archangels about becoming your guardian angel

He simply can't get you out of his mind and not being near you is slowly but surely killing him

It's safe to say that he has never experienced such loneliness. Such agony

Not since the fall of his brothers and sisters

Fights the urge to come down and visit you more often than he likes to admit

Simeon often tries to distract himself by talking to Luke or baking with him

Unfortunately the younger angel talks about you just as often and making Simeon's state worse

Solomon

For him it wouldn't be that bad tbh

Whenever the feeling of missing you becomes unbearable he simply calls you and arranges a meeting/date

The fact that he can teleport with his magic makes everything even easier

You often have a sleepover on weekends or on other free days

Seeing you always makes his heart jump with excitement

But every goodbye feels like a punch in the guts

If he could he would spend every second with you

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Rules

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #obey me barbatos #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me undateables #obey me brothers

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allystyles1 · 3 years

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now lay down, i want to cuddle with my boyfriend-Steve Rogers x reader

i love @sigyncevans and she helped me with this and she's the biggest motivation source i have so i just wanted to tag her and thank her by this lol

also i like writing emotinal things that turn into cute stuff, you can give me more ideas because i actually don't know what to write ಠ﹏ಠ

Steve Rogers×Reader

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You were on a mission with Natasha while Steve was on another one with Bucky. When you were finished and back on the jet you texted him you were done and coming back and he replied with a 'okay, we'll be done in a few too' . You chatted with Nat on your way back home and time passed quickly, you were back at the compound in half an hour. You went to your room you shared with Steve and took a quick shower, read a book while you waited for him.

"Hey love." Steve opened the door and put his shield on the ground.

"Hey, how was the mission? Are you hurt?" you asked as you put your book on the table in front of you and got up.

"It was okay, just a small knife wound, it'll heal until tomorrow." he smiled and stripped off his suit.

"I'm just gonna take a quick shower." he informed you and you nodded.

"Would you like me to clean the cut?" you knew it would heal itself but you liked to make sure it didn't get infected or anything.

"No y/n, like i said it'll heal until the morning. You don't have to." Why was he acting a little different? He seemed angry with something.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" he had no emotion on his face, you weren't used to seeing him like this.

"You seem a little frustrated, are you angry with me or something?" you cupped his face.

"No y/n, could you stop?" You were convinced something was wrong, this wasn't your Steve. You nodded your head and pulled your hand away from his face. He went in the shower and came out in a few minutes. You gave him clean clothes and he took them without even thanking you. The way he was acting broke your heart and you wanted to learn why he was like this.

"Steve, i'm sorry if i said or did something, why are you acting like this?" your question seemed to surprise him.

"Acting like what?"

"I don't know how to say it, umm.. like you don't want to be with me right now?"

"I'm not acting like anything. Stop worrying y/n, good night." he turned his back to you and laid down on the bed. You felt like tears were trying to come out of your eyes so you closed your eyes for a while to prevent that from happening. When you felt calmer you turned off the lights and laid down on your back. You weren't sure if cuddling was what Steve wanted right now so you just turned your back to him and tried to sleep.

Which you couldn't do because you had too much going on your mind and you didn't want to sleep while Steve was upset with you. You turned to him and lightly touched his shoulder. He sighed and turned to you, looking in your eyes with his bright blue ones.

"What is it?"

"Steve i can't sleep like this, i don't want you to be angry with me."

"I already told you i'm not."

"Then why are you acting like this?"

"I'm not acting like anything y/n, you're imagining things." he sighed again and got up.

"No, you can't just walk away." you held his wrist but he pulled his hand and freed it from your grasp.

"I'm a grown person, i can do whatever i want." You couldn't hold the tears back anymore and let them slip down your cheeks. You looked into his eyes and couldn't see any of the love and care he felt for you.

"Just tell me if you want this-us to be over." your voice cracked and there was a slight moment of sadness on his eyes.

"Oh my god y/n, why would you think that? Are you sure you aren't upset with something else?" That made you break down completely and start shouting.

" 'Why would i think that?' Well i don't know Steve, maybe because all you did today since you came back was to be distant from me and ignore me?!" you sat on the bed and looked down on the floor.

"I didn't-"

"Yes you did Steve, don't even try to tell me otherwise. I just want to know why. I don't want to waste your time if you don't want this." he came and kneeled in front of you, taking your shaking hands in his and kissing your knuckles.

"You are not what you say."

"What?"

"A waste of time. You are the best human being on this world." he swiped a tear away from your face and lifted your chin up.

"Then why were you acting all.. different?" your sobs were slowly ending, felling relaxed at your boyfriend's touch.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to say you were 'imagining things' or anything. I'm really sorry sweetheart." he hugged you and kissed your hair before letting you go.

"You didn't answer my question."

"It's just, it's stupid, i shouldn't have taken it out on you. Bucky and i had a fight at the mission and he said i didn't deserve you because i cared more about the missions and the avenging stuff more than my girlfriend and my best friend. I know he said it in the heat of the moment but it just felt bad and i felt like he was right."

"Steve,"

"No, wait. i know you want to spend more time with me and do fun stuff, or just anything besides missions or meetings, i know it but i was so focused on 'saving the world' i pushed you away. I'm sorry baby, i really didn't realise it until Bucky said it and you should have talked to me about it, i know you were getting bored of this."

"Steve, don't ever say that. I'm not bored of you, or us. Of course i would want us to have a normal life, without saving the world, just you and me and maybe a couple of little versions of us-" he smiled and you held his hand.

"-but i know we can't. Because then many other people who could have it may have lost their chances. And i'm not blaming you or i'm not upset with you about it, you are the most beautiful boyfriend ever. And i'm glad you're telling me about this, you were the one who should have talked to me." you smiled and squeezed his hand.

"I'm sorry y/n."

"I know, i'm sorry too, if i did something wrong. Next time, just talk to me about it instead of pushing me away." you chuckled and he smiled.

"Okay, i promise."

"Now lay down, i want to cuddle with my boyfriend."

god this is awful, sorry.

#marvel imagines #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers fluff #chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you

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ladykatakuri · 3 years

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Layers

Pairing: Wrecker x Reader

Word Count: 2221

Warnings: Just fluffy and a kiss! Wrecker is not just the hug-a-bear we all love, he is more !

Song Lyrics: Faith of the Heart performed by : Russel Watson

Summary: People always judge you by your so-called defects, but Wreck…” Carefully you place a finger under his chin and lift it. “You are a man with so many layers to discover. Beside your sweet and gentle nature, your love of explosions and bets with Cross on who can destroy the most clankers and your deep affection for your family, there is so much more.

So a Wrecker one shot i made. I think there is far more to the man then has been shown until now and i hope that we will get to see more in depth about all of our sweet Batch in season 2 ( and yes I mean all of them when i say Batch! Crosshair included! )

The Havoc Marauder always seemed as a small home to you all. There was enough space to sit and relax, sleep after a mission or work while underway to whatever planet it was the lot of you would go to, to earn some credits. It was a home away from home, even though you also had a new home base on Ord Mantel. The Marauder was that bit more special because it was the last part of home that the guys had left after defecting from the Empire. Today it seemed to be a refuge for one of the guys and you were glad it was parked on Ord Mantel. Now at the very least, you could spend some time with him, without having to worry that one of the others would walk in on the two of you, without having to worry that he would shut you out again.

“Wrecker….” You walk up to the man currently sitting with his back against the wall of the Marauder. It took you a minute to realise he had taken refuge in the hull and you would not let him get away with withdrawing himself from you again.

“Wrecker, you know you can talk to me right? If not me, then you should find someone to talk to. Please Wreck, don't shut me out.” You slide down next to him on the floor and put a hand on his arm.

When he turns his head to you, you see his watery smile. As much as he is always the cheery and positive man around his family, he now seems to have withdrawn from it all to suffer alone. “I… I don't know where to even start Mini.”

Mini, the name he has given you when you first met and it never left. It became his sweet nickname for you, knowing that you never felt secure about yourself. You had always been well aware you were more weighty then most of the women crowding around the troopers at 79s and all the women flocking towards the men of the Bad Batch whenever they showed up in a bar. The clones who were the majority of the visitors to 79s never looked at you as someone different because of looks though and Wrecker and his brothers were very quick to point out how sweet they found you and how special you had become to them when you joined their little family. To Wrecker you were the most beautiful person in the galaxy as well. He named you Mini, because compared to him, almost everyone was small and you were no different in that. Softly patting his arm you tell him to start where he wants to start.

It's been a long road

Getting from there to here

It's been a long time

But my time is finally near

“I guess, I just wonder where it all will end, or when it all will end. Omega is still just a kid ya know? She is growing up fast, but she is supposed to be a kid. She should be playing with other kids and having fun, bringing home stray animals as pets and kiss a special someone…. Well not kiss, that would not be alright with me and the guys, but when she is older…. But she is learning how to fight and kill now and she is a fugitive with us. It ain't right.” He almost shouts out the words, as if it was blocking his every thought and had to be thrown out there. “I know it wouldn't be much of a life on Kamino for her and all, but still… Is this the right thing to do for her? To keep her with us where she is always in danger?”

You know it is a sentiment that all of the men have had at one point, but Wrecker who bonded strongly with the young girl, as the older brother, felt strongly protective of his little sibling and feared greatly for her safety. With what you hoped to be a reassuring smile you look at him. “Wreck, I know you worry. But this is also Omega`s choice. You all wanted to give her a chance at a more normal life with Cut and Suu. She chose to be with you and live her life with you. You are her family and family is all that matters to her and to you.”

For the first time he grins. “Yeah, she is stubborn ey? Guess she has that in common with us.” Reaching to his side, he grabs a bag of his favorite snack, most times shared with the young girl after a mission. “Want some Mantel Mix too? “ He offers you the bag and you grab a handful of the mix. Popping some in his mouth he chews while staring at the wall opposing you. “Remember how we first got to talk? It was in the hull of the Marauder as well.”

And I can feel the change in the wind right now

Nothings in my way

And they're not gonna hold me down no more

No they're not gonna hold me down

You had been travelling with the guys for a while now, getting used to the day to day business and to being somewhat of a sister figure to Omega. You were no warrior, no clone and no mechanic or medic. You were just the person who was easy in making connections with people when you decided to give it a real try and you knew how to prepare meals from whatever was lying around that was edible. And even more important, you befriended the Bad Batch and covered for them when it was first announced they had defected from the Empire. Knowing how close you had grown to the men, you were under investigation and the guys quickly decided to get you away from the Empire's clutches as fast as they could.

Each of the Batch had grown rather attached to you and Omega clung to you, especially when it came to doing the girly stuff. You enjoyed it immensely but it was Wrecker who surprised you the most. The man had always been considered a simple person that loved explosions and fighting and having his sweet snacks. He could party like the best of them and that was all there was to him. Boy, did he surprise you when you walked in on him one night.

You had been on the way to some remote planet in the Outer Rim. The possibility of finding an ally or foe was small and you needed supplies. Tech and Echo were in the cockpit as usual while Crosshair and Hunter were sound asleep. Omega shared her private sleeping space with you and after a long talk and reading a fantasy story she finally fell asleep. Lula was tucked snugly in with her after which you softly stepped down a ladder and moved to grab something to drink. You stumbled in on Wrecker, concentrated on something on a pad and not hearing you enter the hull. “What ya doing Wreck?” Carefully moving around a crate, you stand beside him and look down.

“Y/N ! You surprised me!.” He quickly puts the pad beside him and looks up to where you stand. I was, well… I was reading something.” He scratches his neck and a slight blush creeps up on his cheeks as he looks at you.

Tilting your head you slide down beside him. “What are you reading?”

For a moment he seems to be debating whether or not he should let you know. Then, he grabs the pad and hands it over to you. When you look at the text displayed you look up. “Wreck, I didn`t know you were interested in this.”

He shyly smiles at you as he takes the pad back. “I like to read about things… Do you know about this man? Asimov? He is really smart. I thought maybe… There is something we can use from what he writes when we face clankers and all.” The sincerity in his voice surprises you a bit.

“I won't say I understand everything this man writes, but it is very interesting. Honestly, I prefer reading different kinds of stories. Romantic novels, historic stories or thrillers and all that. Biographies can be very interesting too and sometimes it can still teach us still I guess.”

Wrecker nods at your every word and a smile beams at you. “You love reading too! Why didn't you tell me? We could share favorites and talk about them if you want? I mean, if that's something you'd like?”

From that moment on, the two of you would share time together whenever you could to talk about the latest story you discovered, about the things either of you did not understand and the other could explain or just reading the same book. More than once it happened that the others would walk in on the two of you, you with your head against him, him with his head in your lap or the other way around, just enjoying the stories you were reading or discussing the stories. Those moments were also the start of Wrecker opening up even more to you about the past and sometimes about his deepest feelings and fears.

Cause I've got faith of the heart

I'm going where my heart will take me

I've got faith to believe

I can do anything

I've got strength of the soul

And no one's gonna bend or break me

I can reach any star

I've got faith

Faith of the heart

Now right here in the present, you realise that the man you came to love for his love of life and his hidden, deeper layers of personality is severely struggling with everything that has happened up until now. And he needed to work through it, alone and with you. Carefully you lay your head against him. “What else is wrong Wreck? I know it is not only Omega you worry about. You always shut people out when things bother you and you retreat to wherever you can go to vent.”

Wrecker inhales deeply and shifts to wrap his arm around you. “You know Mini, there is so much that happened. Omega is young and a fugitive with us, my chip activated and I almost killed them! Crosshair…. well you know his chip also activated and we lost him for a little while. I`m just happy we got him back again, but he has a lot to work through and he still blames us sometimes. And you….. Mini, you are not safe with us either. They will hurt you if they ever get you. I don't want you to get hurt Mini. I mean, we all have been injured on jobs and stuff, but you and Omega? I would die if something happened to either of you!”

You can hear his heart race as he speaks and feel his body shudder at the thought of you and Omega getting hurt somehow. But, you let him vent every bit of emotion, every bit of anger and fear he has deep inside of himself. He finally decided to open up and let this out. He decided to let you be the one to hear every thought and every struggle he has been fighting with on his own. To so many people he appeared to be a simple man, but you knew better. You knew all too well how many layers there were to this gentle giant.

Pulling away from his body you sit up on your knees in front of him. “Wrecker. You are the most gentle man I have met. You care so deeply for your own and you would sacrifice all that you have and all that you are to ensure their safety. People always judge you by your so-called defects, but Wreck…” Carefully you place a finger under his chin and lift it. “You are a man with so many layers to discover. Beside your sweet and gentle nature, your love of explosions and bets with Cross on who can destroy the most clankers and your deep affection for your family, there is so much more. You are smart, Wrecker. You have an intelligence that defies the understanding of those who always considered you only by your CT number and purpose. And Wreck? You are also the only man I truly, deeply, love.” You place a gentle kiss on his lips as you look him in the eyes.

As you pull back from him, a grin forms around his lips. Without any warning he embraces you and then stands up and slings you over his shoulder. With a high pitched yelp from you, he walks out of the Marauder and into the streets of Ord Mantel. “Time to treat you to some proper dinner, my sweet Mini!”

Before he lowers you back to your feet, he kisses you with a smile.

Out in the back, a man grins and turns around. You only see a glimpse of a red bandana, as Wrecker walks off with his arm wrapped tightly around you. Your Wrecker, a man of deep devotion and many layers to him.

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sparkleswritings · 4 years

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For the record this is self destructive, for the record I'm aware of that For the record, I just like this prompt. Everything else is up to you! I love you and have fun

So! This turned out a bit longer than expected but I did have a lot of fun writing it 😆

I chose Kakashi since we all know he's your favourite, I hope I did him justice. And thank you for requesting 💕💖 Love you too mom

Someone Like You?

Kakashi Hatake x fem!reader

Prompt: For the record this is self destructive, for the record I'm aware of that.

Word count: 1,071

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, a little bit of angst a little bit of fluff. Enjoy!

You were fully aware that your boyfriend had been disloyal. Time and time again you had caught him red handed. Any self respecting woman would have let him go, but you just didn't have it in you to cut ties.

As silly as it may sound, you were still in love with him. And people can change when given the chance...right?

Or so you thought.

"Give me another chance! This time's the last time I promise!" he'd say, over and over again. He didn't even bother with creative excuses.

You wondered, out of all of the people that you could've fallen for, why did you have to get so attached to a disloyal bastard?

And yes, it was more so feelings of attachment rather than romantic attraction at this point. Life just doesn't feel the same without him, your boyfriend filled a void in you, even if he was spending every other night with a woman that wasn't you.

That wasn't all that was bothering you. Ever since the affairs, you couldn't deny that your heart had been wandering elsewhere. You felt lonely, your heart was seeking out another. Yet, didn't it make you just as disloyal as he was? What a hypocrite.

So you pushed down those feelings as much as you could. But it didn't help that your new interest was around you so much.

"Is he having yet another affair, Y/N?"

Speak of the devil. You whipped around, only to find the silver haired jounin leaning on a wall behind you, half of his body covered by a diagonal shadow. He must have slipped your sight when you landed.

Needless to say your relationship with Kakashi Hatake was...complicated. You'd been close for years now and truthfully you've always had a little crush on him, but you've never acted upon it.

Now that your boyfriend had left you feeling this way, you were afraid that your feelings towards him were growing out of your control.

"H-how long have you been standing there?"

"Way before you came, I was reading," Kakashi gestured to the book that was open in one hand.

The question he asked hung in the air, unanswered and the prolonged silence was enough to tell him what was going on.

You had hoped for some peace and quiet on the rooftop this late at night. You just didn't feel like going home, you guessed you'd be alone either way anyway.

Apparently you guessed wrong.

Kakashi sighed, flipping his book closed with one hand, pocketing it away. What was he planning on doing? A comforting lecture under the moonlight?

"Why do you keep letting him back in?" He suddenly asked.

"What?" You snapped out of your unfocused gaze, caught off guard by the question.

"He has hurt you more than once hasn't he? So why are you still so forgiving?"

Ah, this question. It was all too familiar. It's what you ask yourself everyday.

"Because I still love him 'Kashi, I believe he can still change," you sigh exasperatedly.

You could've sworn you heard a dark chuckle before the copy ninja stepped fully into the moonlight. Upon fully seeing him, your heart began to betray you.

"Love makes you blind."

"And what do you know?" you were getting a bit defensive.

"Not much. Let's say life has a funny way of taking the people I love away before I can learn more about it," he had that stupid nonchalant look on his face but you knew you've hit a nerve.

You had nothing to say to that, redirecting your gaze to the moon instead. It was a quiet night, save the slight gusts of wind that would come by every now and then.

"Why are you even talking to me about this?"

Due to the elongated silence, he had started reading again.

"It doesn't take a genius to know that you deserve better," he said without even looking up from the page.

"For all you know I don't deserve anything," you mumbled.

There was a good distance between the two of you since the rooftop that you chose was a broad one. For some stupid reason you really wanted it to be a smaller one right about now.

God. Stupid treacherous thoughts.

"I-i think I'm gonna go home," you started, making your way to the edge of the rooftop, ready to leap as far away as you could from the person you so wanted to be with.

"No, no you're not."

Faster than you could react, Kakashi had zipped over to where you were, hand firmly, but gently holding your wrist to prevent you from going anywhere.

"Let me go!" You tried to wrench your hand away but his grip was too strong. He was too close, too close for comfort.

"I won't."

"And why the hell not!" You shouted, a little louder than you intended. Now you were just taking it out on him, which was unfair, but you weren't thinking straight at this point.

"Because for the record, this is self destructive behaviour," his one uncovered eye stared straight into yours with intensity that rooted you to the spot.

"For the record," you broke away from the eye contact, finally able to snatch your wrist away from him, "I'm aware of that."

At this point you were borderline glaring at him. How dare he involve himself in your love life. Who does he think he is?

"It's unhealthy."

"That's rich coming from you, Mr I-stay-up-until-dawn-reading-porno-books," you half snorted.

Amusement crept into his eyes.

"I'm just saying, you deserve someone else, anyone else but that cheater," Kakashi withdrew, widening the distance between the two of you once more.

"Gai then?" You decided you wanted to press his buttons a little.

"Someone else, anyone else but that cheater and Gai."

You couldn't help but laugh. After feeling bitter about your boyfriend's recent affair, you were glad that you had a chance to laugh at something in so long.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your mind, and you just had to see if it would get a reaction out of him.

"Someone like you then?" You grinned at him.

"Oh? Well you have good taste."

You could've sworn you saw him smirk from underneath his mask.

"What!" You giggled, half your mind thinking if he actually did like the idea.

"Hey you were the one with the idea, I just agreed."

Oh, so he does agree.

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dumbass-mha-simp · 3 years

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Hawks x Reader: Bad Idea

Another self indulgent Hawks fic that I've literally had in my notes for months. He lives in my head rent free along with my other 22 fake boyfriend's because I'm ✨mentally unstable.✨ It is a song fic tho, Bad Idea ft. Shiloh Dynasty https://youtu.be/kH9hJnT7KkE

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Tw: food, depression, Hawks is honestly just feeling it bro- same dude,

Word count: almost 2k? I think

Requests are open! Honestly I'm probably terrible but the only things I can think to write are those imaginary situations I put myself in

(Y/L/N)- your last name

(Y/N)- your name

Thoughts or emphasized talk are in italics

Also idk why but I imagine he removes his feathers to shower since they probably need different cleaning conditions and also they just seem like a hassle in showers.

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Here he was, the number two prohero. Everyone assumed his life was perfect, anything he wanted served on a gold platter. He felt the guilt creep up into him.

I should be thankful. The thoughts ate away at his mind in the rare seconds he got alone. You shouldn't be so selfish. So annoying. So insufferable.

Takami pushed these thoughts back. "No one needs to know how you think, Keigo." He whispers out to himself in his office.

He scrawled at paper work, trying to not let the self depreciating thoughts feast away on his mind. Unfortunately for him, different thoughts came up.

His best friend, Rumi had this friend. (Y/L/N). Smart, attractive, sometimes a little rough around the edges, but amazing. He found his mind wandering to them all too often.

They were mostly unknown, despite their insanely strong quirk. They preferred to stay out of the lime-light, through that irritable exterior sat overwhelming anxiety and shyness. But they always denied it.

He stopped himself as he realized he's spent 10 minutes only thinking of them, a friend. Yeah right.

He lazily walked out of the office waving to all his employees as he made his way outside. His eyes slowly dragged to the darkly faded blue sky, dusted in clouds. Cold, tired, aching. Just how he felt.

He took a slow brisk flight to his house, feeling the wind bash his face and the air flow through his feathers. He gently placed a foot on the metal railing of his balcony, taking a deep step to the ground and opening the door.

The emptiness rung through his apartment like a blaring siren. You have everything. How can you still want more?

The voices in his head screamed and clawed their way out. You're nobody. No one ever loved you. You're so alone. You're nothing but a tool to the commission. You're actual character is useless.

He shed his coat, boots, and pants. Looking to himself in the mirror as he removed most of his feathers. He looked exhausted as he stumbled into the shower, numbly.

The next ten minutes seemed to elude him when he wondered how much time has gone by of him staring at the shower wall blankly.

He dried off a bit then looked around his kitchen for something to eat. Have I eaten today? The buzz and light of his phone on the counter startled him.

"Hey, Hawks." A single, simple message from (Y/L/N). Okay don't panic.

"What's up?" He replied swiftly.

"I had this feeling something was wrong and wanted to check up on you."

"Why would you think that?" He tried to play it off like it wasn't true without actually lying.

"I'm not sure. Do you maybe wanna join me?" You asked.

"Where?"

"Well, every once in awhile when I need a break I go and stargaze with a night picnic. It helps me relax, and if you think it might help I'd want to. I can tell something's off." You were always so convincing. It felt like you weren't too nosy or snoopy but you understood.

"Text me where to be and when?" He let out a gentle smile at his phone.

"The dollar store on 4th in 10 minutes? So we can choose some snacks together?"

"I'll be there."

Did Takami think any problems where going to be solved with some food in the dark? No. But would he skip the opportunity to be with you, to find out how he really felt when it was just you two? Absolutely not.

He landed down on the broken pavement outside of the old dollar store, scanning around to see you.

"Boo!" A bump from behind had him flinching to see the sound as you stood behind him giggling. "Got ya."

"Very funny (Y/L/N) the most amazing trick yet." He rolled his eyes with a slight smile.

"C'mon let's go grab a bunch of terrible snacks and call it a picnic, bird brain."

You two walked into the store and walked a large circle around it, choosing chips and candy and drinks at your leisure. Once you got to the counter, he fights you to his wallet.

"It's my picnic."

"And I'm the very special guest who was so generously invited. I'm paying." He grins as you pout at him.

Grabbing the bags you placed them in the back seat as you offered passenger side to him.

"I don't like cars."

"Why not?"

"Cramps my wings."

You look at him with the biggest puppy eyes you can manage. "You already agreed to keep me company and pay for the snacks, let me do something for you?"

"Fine, but only cause you're pouting kid."

He gently sits in your passenger seat as you strap yourself in and turn the car on. The car hums and the music playing softly on the radio are the only things heard. The peace feeling too good to break.

Once you pull your car up into the parking lot of a small park and grab your bags, you begin leading him to your usual place.

"Hold these." You hand him the bags as you jump and climb up on top of a big metal container. You peer over the side with big eyes and a smile as you say to him, "now hand me the bags and do what I did!"

He looks at you with a wide smirk before simply flying up to join you. "Or you can do it the cheater's way." You pouted and bumped his shoulder.

"It's not cheating, it's using my resources." He says with a triumphant smirk.

"Your cheating resources." You pull out your gummy candies and started eating as you leaned back till you were laying down.

"Do you like the stars, Hawks?" You say like your sleep talking, staring into the night sky.

"Keigo." He shifts to lay down about a foot away from you. "You can call me, Keigo. And... I don't think I've ever taken time to look at the stars."

"No sneaking out away from parents to sit on vans and stargaze? Or watching the sunrise with a partner while eating fast food?"

"What kinda date is sitting in a car for hours staring at the sky and eating?" He laughs.

"Ah one that never really happened, he just said he would. But never mind that repressed shit." A sad laugh forces itself out as you stare between the stars.

"Was he cute?" He tried to sound funny but it came out more sympathetic.

"Sometimes," you laugh with him. "But he had really nice hands."

"Hands? That's an odd thing to find attractive." He turned his head over to look at you as your eyes seemed to burn holes in the dark milky blue sky.

He continued laughing with you about this guy but couldn't help an overwhelming feeling of jealousy. Who was he? Did he look anything like him? Was this recent?

"Keigo?" A voice snapped at his train or thought, "Yes, (Y/L/N)?" He replied rushed.

"Do you want your mini cookies?" You ask looking to him with the bag.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks." He mentions grabbing the bag from your finger tips.

He ate his cookies and thought as you seemed either lost in your head, or lost in the stars.

Loving you would be selfish. As such a high ranking hero, he's made a target for himself and anyone around him. He's broken down, can't feel. You obviously have other people on your mind. Someone like you wouldn't be single long.

"When did he leave?" He blurts out without thinking. Maybe it's a sore subject-

"Long ago." You look lost, your eyes searching and wandering but never grabbing hold of exactly where you should be. "Why?" Well I guess if I'm gonna start prying might as well go all the way.

"He thought that maybe he could love me. But now that's just ridiculous," you laugh coldly. "Who would love me?"

"Falling in love with you seems like a really bad idea. But not on your part." He whispers into the wind, hoping it'll carry his words away from you.

"What do you mean?" You look completely confused, almost scattered.

"You're quiet, and I'm someone who puts a spotlight on practically anyone around me. You'd constantly be put in danger. Plus I'm arrogant and cocky, nothing at all like you." He acted like he could see the stars as you could. He stared into them finding any way he could to avoid your eyes.

"You could get hurt or I could annoy you." He whispers.

"I had no idea you felt that way, Keigo." You whisper back, shock keeping your voice quiet.

His eyes burned holes into the night sky, he felt he shouldn't look at you. The mental image of you already wouldn't go away.

"You wanna know something, Keigo? I can read people like books, I can read stars like stories, and I can read in-between lines like they were in bold font. But, you always catch me off guard. Reading you is like a mystery novel. Sometimes intense, sometimes peaceful, but always keeping me wondering." You smile into the stars, you can tell he desperately doesn't want to see your eyes. "You're always leaving everyone on the edge of their seat, and when you leave you can't stop thinking of the next time you'll come. What you'll bring."

"I....I don't think I understand (Y/L/N)-" Keigo's soon cut off.

"(Y/N)"

"Well, (Y/N)- I don't think I understand." He tries to sit up and look at you.

"You catch me off guard, something about you speaks to me in ways I know you never actually would. I can see it, the way you stumble or hesitate. I can tell somethings scared you into silence." You've never had much chance to talk about the ways you analyze people, you wanted to tell him how you could tell the way he acted wasn't always good.

"I think you might be reading too much into this, kid." He tries to intervene.

"I get if you don't want to tell me." You stared up at the stars, waiting for him to do the same. "You see there?" You pointed to a star. "That's a constellation."

"They just look like stars." He seemed a bit disappointed that he couldn't see stars the way you did, with such knowledge and wonder in your eyes.

"That's cause they are," you giggled to him, "it's not like I can actually see the pictures either."

"You.. you can't?" He looked to you confused but slightly hopeful, how could they look at them but not see too?

"That's the whole point, Keigo. It's being able to see what's not really there. Sometimes I stare into the sky hoping to see any semblance of hope, but that's not how it is. You have to teach yourself to look at what could be there." He stared to you, a small content smile graced your face. You were beautiful.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"Maybe, loving you isn't such a bad idea.." he looked remorseful, staring into the stars. Maybe he could see it too one day.

"What do you mean?" You glace to him.

"You see so much, you can read and see the things I want to see. I want to learn, (Y/N). I want to see how you do."

The smile on your face spread.

"I'd love to show you."

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khoicesbyk · 3 years

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Beloved.

A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 2,755 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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(Also this series is a slight deviation of the original story. In the original story, the werewolf hunter is a woman. But in this series the hunter is a man.)

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TW: character death, Car Accident, death of a parent.

Chapter 15.) Skeletons.

It was Saturday but not just your typical Saturday. This was Laurie’s chance to get her daughter the hell outta dodge of the upcoming full moon. While she was having breakfast at Tucker’s with Shane, she was starting to really worry.

“I swear that girl acts more and more like you every day.” Laurie said to her husband.

“Me?! She’s LITERALLY your living, breathing reflection but yeah sure let’s blame me.” He replies while shaking his head.

“If we don’t get her the hell outta here by the next full moon, she will never leave.”

“I know baby. But you know how she is when she sets her mind to something.”

“I wish she’d set her mind to something other than staying here!”

Laurie sighed.

“I’m scared, Shane. I’m really scared. We can’t let her go through what I went through.”

Shane sipped his coffee before reaching over to take his wife’s left hand in his.

“I swear on my momma. We WILL NOT let that happen. She will be leaving with us tomorrow. There will be no arguing about it.”

Laurie smiled softly. After finishing breakfast they stepped out into the sunlight then decided to take a walk down Main Street.

“I haven’t had a chance to ask you but how are you feeling baby?” Shane asked her as they walked.

“Nostalgic. I’ve missed home. And I won’t lie, part of me is glad to see it. But in the same breath, I hate being here.”

“I know baby. We haven’t been here since we left 30 some odd years ago.”

“It’s not just that though.”

“Then what is it? Tell me.”

“Shane…I-I-I can still feel him. I can still see him. I can still hear his voice. He’s still around. Even though he’s dead.”

“I promise you, you’re safe. He’s dead and rightly so. And even if he wasn’t, there is no way in hell I’d let him anywhere near you.”

“My hero.”

“Always baby.”

Shane smiled at her while wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He knew she was struggling and all he wanted to do was take her pain away. As they walked both took in how much the town square had changed. Most of what Laurie knew 30 years ago wasn’t there now.

When they got to the park they sat down on her old favorite bench.

“Remember our first date?” He asked her.

“Yeah. You took me to the old drive in then we came here, sat down on this bench and tried to count as many stars as possible.” She replies.

Shane laid his wife’s head on his left shoulder.

“I know you’re struggling. I know being home is bittersweet.”

He felt tears fall on his shoulder.

“I didn’t think it’d be this hard. I just knew that I’d see this place and I’d hate it as I always have. I didn’t think that I’d miss it so much.” She said as her voice cracked.

“I know baby. Don’t cry. It’s hard to come back here after all this time and not feel anything.”

Shane rubbed her back as she cried.

“It’s okay baby. Let it out. Let it all out.”

When her tears finally subsided, Laurie took a deep breath.

“Thank you.”

Shane kissed the side of her head.

“Always baby.”

Laurie looked up and suddenly had an idea.

“I wanna do something.”

“What baby?” Shane asked.

“…I wanna go see mama and daddy.”

Shane nodded.

After going by Alfred’s flower shop Shane and Laurie drove a little ways out of town to S.R. Timmons National Cemetery. Laurie laid the flowers at the grave of her parents.

Laurie laid her hand on the grave stone with Shane right beside her.

“Hi mama. Hi daddy. I’m home…” she whispered.

It had been 30 years since she’d seen her parents grave.

“I know you’re probably furious that it’s taken me this long to come back. And I wouldn’t blame you if you haunted me for the rest of my life because of it. But I want you to know that…I miss you so much.”

Shane knelt next to his wife as she took a shaky breath.

“I have so much to say but I don’t know where to start. I’m sure you watched it all from heaven but I have to tell you myself. I became a nurse like you were mama. And I found a man that is just as stand up as you were daddy. We got married at a courthouse. I know it probably wasn’t the wedding that you and daddy would’ve hoped for mama but…I wish both of you were there.”

She stopped as her voice hitched.

“Anyway, you have a granddaughter. We named her Naia Michelle. She’s a giant handful but you’d love her nonetheless. Maybe even more than you ever loved me. And your son…well we won’t get into that. But now I need you. I need you to help me bring my baby home. She’s in danger and she won’t listen to me. The wolves here mean her no good. And I’m scared that if she doesn’t leave with us tomorrow, I’ll never see her again. Mama…daddy…I need you.”

She burst into tears with her husband right next to her.

“It’s okay baby. They hear you. I promise, they hear you.”

“I know they do but it’s Naia who doesn’t…” Laurie said through her tears.

Shane took her face into his hands before speaking.

“Look at me baby. Naia will. We will make sure that she will.”

Shane held her close before speaking to the plaque in front of him.

“I never got to meet you two but I met your daughter and I fell head over heels for her. She has made my life better. She gave me the greatest gift in life. She gave me a daughter. Naia is beautiful. She’s smart. She’s talented. She’s strong willed. And God knows that girl is as stubborn as her mother. And now she is determined to stay and I can’t stand it. I need her at home, where she’d be safe. She’s not safe here. If she stays here her mother and I are afraid that she’ll wind up hurt or dead. I can’t have that. So please help us bring our girl home.” The two sat in a somber yet comfortable silence as Laurie reflected on her parents.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” Shane asks her.

“For coming with me. I needed this.” She replies.

“Baby there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“I think I’m ready now.”

“Are you sure babe?” He asks.

“Yeah. Besides we still need to get our girl and get out of here. But it was good to see mama and daddy.” She replies.

“Alright. Let’s go. We have a long afternoon ahead of us.”

Meanwhile Naia was sitting at the bar with her laptop open at Buck’s showing Layla her nursery design.

“What do you think?” Naia asked Layla.

“I LOVE IT! It’s beautiful!” Layla replies.

“And it’s neutral. Just the way you like it.”

“Thank you so much Naia! I can’t wait to show Callum.”

“You think he’ll like it?” Naia asks.

“Trust me if I like it then he’ll like it.” She replies.

“And here I thought wolves were supposed to be the dominant ones.”

Layla snickered.

“I know that’s a dig at Roman.”

“It’s not a dig! It’s a smartass observation.”

“If you say so…”

“I do say so!” Naia said emphatically.

The two giggled just as Callum walked in.

“Hello girls.” He said to them.

“Heyyyyy!” They replied.

“What are you two up to?” He asks.

“Naia was showing me her design ideas for the baby’s nursery. Here take a look.” Layla replied.

Callum studies the design.

“Well what do you think?” Layla asks him.

“Very nice. I like it. I think it’s perfect for the baby.” He replies.

Naia’s jaw dropped.

“Told you!” Layla teased her.

“You must have some kinda mind control over him.”

“Yeah I do. It’s called the munchkin in my stomach.”

Naia shook her head and smirked.

“Are you ready to go love?” He asks Layla.

“Yeah I’m ready. You coming Naia?” She replies.

“Not quite yet. I’m gonna run by my uncle’s house first so I’ll see you later.”

“Okay. And thank you again Naia.” Callum said to her.

“You’re welcome. As for you young lady, we got baby shopping to do!”

“My favorite pastime!”

They shared a laugh before leaving the bar. When Naia got back to her uncle’s place, she was met by her parents who were sitting at the kitchen table looking through an old photo album.

“I didn’t think you two would still be here.”

“Is it Sunday?” Shane asks.

“Nope.” She replies.

“Then we’re still here.” Laurie said to her.

“Where’s uncle Zane?” Naia asks.

“In the shower.” Shane replied.

“Then how’d you two get in the house?” Naia asked.

“I still have a key, Naia. You forget I grew up in this house.” Laurie replies.

“Touché. What’s that?” Naia asks.

“Family album.” Laurie replies.

“Can I see?” Naia asks.

“Have a seat.” Laurie replies.

Naia sat next to her mother and looked at the page of old photos.

“Are these two your parents?” Naia asked, pointing to the couple.

“Yes. That’s mama and daddy, right after they got married in Parkersburg.” Laurie replied.

“They’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“They were amazing.” Zane said as he came into the kitchen.

“Yes they were. Daddy built this house with his own two hands.”

“Really?” Naia asks.

“Yup. He was a carpenter. He could build you a mansion out of a mound of dirt.” Laurie replies.

“And what about your mother?” Naia asks.

“She was a nurse.” Laurie replies with a smile.

“So is that why you became a nurse mom?” Naia asks.

“Yes. I wanted to be just like her.” Laurie replies.

“What were their names?” Naia asks.

“Susanna and Lewis. Mama’s maiden name was Wright.” Laurie replies.

“I wish I could’ve met them.”

“They would’ve loved you. Probably would’ve spoiled you rotten if they had gotten the chance.”

“You mean like how they used to do you?” Zane asked.

“They did not spoil me!” Laurie protested.

“Ha! They all but neglected me when you were born.”

“Can you blame them?” Laurie asked.

“Yes I can! I was here long before you were thought of!” Zane replied.

“Somebody sounds jealous.” Laurie teased.

“Me? Jealous? Of you?” Zane asked his sister.

“Yes. You’re jealous. You always have been.” Laurie replies.

“Such a diva!”

“Now that we can agree on!” Shane quipped.

“What were your parents like?” Naia asked.

Zane contorted his face to do an impression of their father.

“Simon! Watch your sister! You know she can’t go wandering off into the woods by herself!”

Laurie snickered.

“Jackass!”

“Thank you! I’ll be here all week.”

“I didn’t know your name is Simon, uncle Zane.”

Zane chuckled.

“Yes. Simon Zane Roberts. I was named after my mother. And your mother was named after papa. Somehow Laurie Michelle is the same as Lewis Michael.”

“Semantics.”

Laurie turned to the next page to a newspaper clipping. The headline took Naia by surprise.

Naia looked over at her mother who was pale.

“Mama?” Naia asks.

Laurie’s hand was trembling.

“Baby are you okay?” Shane asked.

“I…I…this…” she tried to say.

Zane put his hand over his sister’s.

“It’s okay squirt.”

“You kept it?” She asked in a whisper.

“Yes. I couldn’t throw it out. I didn’t know how to.” Zane replied.

Laurie looked haunted as she ran her hand over the newspaper clipping.

“It…it…was my fault…”

“What?” Naia asked her mother.

“The accident…it was my fault…” her mother replied clearly haunted.

“Squirt…it wasn’t your fault. And you know it wasn’t!” Zane spoke up.

“The state fair…daddy and mama were taking me…it was an early birthday present…if they hadn’t they’d still be alive.”

“Mama what happened?” Naia asks.

“I don’t remember.” Laurie replies.

“I do.” Zane said quietly.

“You do?” Naia asks.

Zane sat across from his sister.

“Yes. Mama, papa and squirt were coming back from the state fair in Huntington…when he lost control of his car and hit a tree then flipped over. Papa died on impact and mama…she died at the hospital.”

“I thought she died in the crash too…” Laurie said to her brother.

“No the truth is she died at the hospital. I told you that she died in the crash because I couldn’t bring myself to take you to her when you woke up. She was brain dead and I had to make the decision to take her off life support.”

“What do you mean when mama woke up?” Naia asked.

“According to what the police told me, squirt was sleeping in the backseat. They thought she was dead too until she woke up crying for mama before passing out again.” Zane replied.

“I don’t remember any of that.”

“Of course you don’t. You were 4.”

“How old were you uncle Zane?” Naia asked.

“I had just turned 17, 2 weeks before the accident.” Zane replied.

“Why weren’t you with them?” Shane asks.

“I was staying with Toby Robinson and his family that weekend. Toby and I were fishing when Toby’s dad came to get us. He said he was taking me to the hospital because of the accident.” Zane replied.

“If you were 17 when your parents died how were you and mama able to stay here?” Naia asks.

“Mama’s aunt Henrietta who lived in Parkersburg came to stay with us until I turned 18. That’s when I was old enough to buy the house. Thankfully it didn’t cost that much back then.” Zane replied.

Laurie just stared at the newspaper clipping.

“Mama?” Naia asks.

“We went to see them…” Laurie replies.

“You and daddy?” Naia asked.

“Yes. Your mother wanted to see them, so we went.” Shane replied.

“I didn’t think I’d ever go back.”

“You went back before I did.” Zane said to his sister.

“What do you mean?” Laurie asked Zane.

“I stopped going to visit mama and papa about 15 years ago.” He replies.

“Why?” Laurie asks her brother.

“Because I figured that they were tired of hearing me beg.” He replied.

“Beg for what?” She asked. Her tone was suddenly short.

“I used to beg them to bring you home. Every year on the anniversary of the accident and their birthdays, I would pray and beg them to send you home.” He replies.

“I’m sure you were miserable.” Laurie said to her brother.

“I was. I really truly was.”

“Good. Serves you right.” Laurie said before closing the photo album and handing it to her brother.

“Keep it. There’s not much that I can do with it.” Zane said to her.

“I don’t want it. That’s why I didn’t take it or any of what’s left of mama’s jewelry when I left.” Laurie replies.

“You can’t just forget it, squirt.”

“Do not call me that. You lost the right to call me that 36 years ago.”

Zane set the photo album on the counter.

“How long are you going to continue to punish me, Laurie?” He asks.

“Until you are lying in the grave next to them.” She replied.

“Mom!”

“No it’s fine, sweetie. I guess this is what I get for letting my sister back into my home.” Zane said to Naia.

“Correction: this is MY home. Because last time I checked, you signed ownership of this house to me when you decided to gamble your entire life away and couldn’t pay back your debts!” Laurie sneered at her brother.

“Enough! I don’t know what’s going on between you two but this isn’t the time or place.” Naia said, trying to keep the peace between them.

“You’re right baby. Besides, I'm done with this place. It’s going up for sale first thing in the morning.”

Zane’s eyes went wide.

“You can’t be serious!” Zane said in a panicked tone.

“As a heart attack.” Laurie replied coolly.

Zane sighed heavily.

“I understand that you are angry with me and that you probably hate me but Laurie please! You can’t just sell the only home I have ever known!”

“I hate it for you but this place has got to go!”

“Laurie for the love of God, not even you can be that damn cruel!”

Laurie’s eyes blazed with unbridled fury.

“Watch…me!” Laurie hissed before turning on her heels and walking outside with Shane right behind her.

Naia was completely stunned while Zane was utterly heartbroken and dejected.

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