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Reign down on me - Part 6

Pairing: Ghost x Hybrid!reader (eventual poly!141)

No use of y/n or mention of gender/race

Summary: Reader is a wolf hybrid in a world that treats them like second class citizens, given a horrible start in life after being thrown into the military with no preparation. After years of struggle, they're finally taken away from their base by Ghost, now a permanent member of taskforce 141 reader struggles to come to terms with the fact that perhaps there's a life there for them - if only they reach out and accept it.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, Angst, abuse mentions, self doubt, violent scenes

A/N: Hi, helooooo! Sorry for the long update times, my life has been super hectic. So this chapter didn't go where I thought it would end up going, so there's some things I think I said I was gonna explore that will be in the next chapter instead. However I hope you enjoy this one 💕 thanks for waiting

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There was a quiet hum pulsing through the room, the buzz of everyone around you tending to their own conversations and hoppy drinks which allowed you to relax and attempt to tune out the busy environment. After another successful mission, the 141 wanted to unwind- which apparently meant going to the pub for drinks, darts and, according to them, mediocre grub. Although after dining fine on MRE’s for the majority of your life, you had to disagree. That sausage and mash was the some of the best you’d tried. 

Ghost had forced you to change into some civvies before you’d left, which meant doing another embarrassing repeat of the shopping experience hed’d taken you out on. You still weren’t convinced you were able to put together a good outfit, fussing and trying a few different combinations of things, but once Ghost had looked you up and down and given you a nod of approval you’d relaxed.

When you’d all gotten to the pub and you’d seen that less people stared at you while in your new attire, you were soon thankful for the change. A hybrid in military gear drew attention, it probably made people think the area was being worked, but a casually dressed and collared hybrid was apparently nothing to get too concerned about. Huh.

Once you’d pressed yourself to the back of the booth, you barely worried about being out in public anymore. The world was the confines of the table, the edge of it stretching no further than your now trusted teammates. That became all the more true after you were offered a drink and then another and another. Once the buzz had started, the last of your lingering anxieties around being out floated to the back of your mind and disappeared like smoke. None of the other patrons were even a blip in the back of your fuzzy little head. 

“So Pup, what’d you reckon?” Gaz asked, spinning his pint glass around in his hand. “‘Nother drink?”

How many were you actually allowed, you wondered, you’d already had a few. When you turned to Ghost to try and gauge your answer, he was too busy talking in hushed tones to Soap, so instead you employed your backup. Price smiled wryly the second you clocked eyes with him across the table. 

“Like most things, Pup, this ain’t a test,” Price chuckled. “You know your own tolerance don’t you?”

“You think I’ve done a lot of drinking before?” You asked back, innocently dodging his question.

You twiddled with your own glass, rolling it between your palms and watching the dregs inside twirl. Bubbles of the beer still continued to fizzle across your palette even as you watched it dance below you. The hypnotic show only served to further make you aware of the hazy sheen across your eyes, and you were sure that if you stood up you’d probably feel like you were walking on foamy clouds. 

You’d have to be careful. Wouldn’t do to overindulge, you tried to remind yourself. Though that voice was quiet compared to the euphoric beast in you that cried out for more, that wanted to keep going until you forgot about every sordid thought in your head as easily as you forgot about how uncomfortable crowds made you. 

“Well you sunk those pretty quickly,” Gaz said, motioning his glass toward you.

“Not to mention Branhaven has one of the highest rates of contraband seizure for a UK base,” Price noted, finishing the last of his drink. “Reckon you’ve probably indulged a time or two, no?”

You couldn’t conceal your smile. Though your ears soon pinned to your head, realising that the implication that you were engaging in illegal behaviour was floated out wide in the open. It was true, hybrids would often do chores or other kinds of favours for human soldiers in exchange for goods, which often meant working for booze or cigarettes or stronger stuff on occasion. You’d been more than happy to help with boot polishing and patch sewing on an occasion or two. Some nights it helped with the pain, on others it just kept you from going mad.

“Don’t worry, we won’t tell anyone your secrets,” Gaz winked. “I’ll go get us another round.”

You bit your lip and nodded, watching as he made his way over to the busy bar, casually floating around a group of men before seizing an opportunity to break through to the oderous wood top. Once at the counter, he folded his arms over it and leaned his body out ever so slightly, his hips angling back toward the table. 

It was hard to tell if it was entirely the drink, but as you watched him, you found yourself really looking what you saw. Gaz was a well built man, lean and proportioned well, but it was his face that your eyes were stuck on. He looked good that night, his smiles came easy, the full ones that showed his fang-like teeth. They glinted in the soft light when he turned around to say something to the man next to him, shining like pearls. His shoulders were relaxed, back untensed, his body shook with laughter when the other man made a joke. 

Truth be told you couldn’t be sure how long you stared after him, but it was safe to say your roving eyes didn’t go unnoticed. 

“See somethin’ you like over there?” Price asked, jerking his head back to the Sergeant. 

You blinked slowly. Your head felt like it was rushing with syrup, getting flustered but too tipsy to respond with anything smart.

“What?” 

“You’re lookin’ awfully hard is all,” he shrugged. 

The room felt like it heated a few degrees. In an effort to not meet that crinkly eyed grin of your captain, your gaze floated along the arm hed slung over the back of Gaz's chair. However, that only gave you more problems. You immediately imagined him slinging that arm over you, holding you close and sharing his heady body heat. Smelling his scent, bathing him in yours.  

It’s happening again! 

Your ears perked up like lightning rods when you realised that some baser part of your nature was taking over yet another time that week. The feral little creature that usually kicked around somewhere in your hindbrain was clawing its way to the forefront. Now you were practically panting after half your team. You needed to get a hold of yourself, you reasoned,  surely you weren’t going to give into whatever random desires you were getting for closeness. Stupid Pack bond - or whatever it was that Ghost had chalked it up to. 

“I, uh- there’s pool over there,” you shrugged lamely, gesturing to the tables just off to Gaz’s right. 

Someone managed to pot a ball not long after you’d said it. Your ears tilted toward the sound, then swivelled again when you heard Gaz’s familiar huffs and puffs of effort. He was now stepping toward you with a trayful of glasses, clenching his teeth whenever he came close to spilling or bumping into someone, walking ever slower with the wobbling glasses as he realised how precariously they were balanced. His muscles bulged a little with the effort. 

Price caught your stupid staring again, but he didn’t say anything about it this time. His eyes just narrowed knowingly at you, not with accusation but with concealed humour. You could tell by the subtle pull of his lip. 

“Gazzy. You up for a game?” Price barked.

“Depends, what are we playing?” Gaz asked, raising a brow as he snatched his pint.

He took a sip of it, coating his upper lip in a little sheen of foam. He licked it off in short order. 

“The wolf wants to play pool,” Price said. 

Price once again interrupted your brain fog from taking over. Knowing full well that he would be wearing that same stupid ‘I know what you’re thinking’ look on his face, you looked up at Gaz and reached out for your own drink. That one had to be your last before - god forbid - you were left drooling over anyone else. 

“Oh yeah? You a secret pool master?” Gaz asked. 

“Oh…no,” you clarified, awkwardly swallowing a gulp of beer. “I’ve watched it being played enough times though. I always wanted to try it.” 

You’d never actually been that bothered about it, you preferred to blend in rather than get caught in competition, especially when it came to games with humans. However as far as any of them were concerned, it was your life’s dream. Anything, as long as it stopped anyone from thinking that you were obsessed with your teammate. 

“You wanna pair up with me then? Reckon you should be on the winning team for your first game.”

“Pfft, winning team? Sure that’s with you, son?” Price scoffed.

“Beat you last time didn’t I, old man?”

“Fuck off.”

Price took a dramatic gulp of his beer then loudly pushed off from the booth, marching toward the pool table as if it were a mission objective. You laughed noiselessly to yourself, but soon had to stop yourself from choking on your own drink when the little demon inside you commented on how nice his big broad shoulders were, perfect for holding you close.

How were you going to survive the night?  

You looked back over at Ghost to try and regain some sense of composure only to see that Soap was shuffling along the bench to leave and your handler was about to follow him. Giving him a slight head tilt in question, you wondered where they were going. To which, Ghost answered by pulling you in close, wrapping his arm around you and leaving you practically choking on his forearm for a second, before he released you with a messy pat on the head.

“We’re goin’ for a smoke,” he chuckled, watching your annoyed glare with amusement while you fixed your hair. “Be good while I’m gone.”

The smile lines broke out under his eyes, and for a ditzy second all you could do was stare. All thoughts of telling him off left your mind, instead you were stuck looking above his face mask, drinking in the glittering pools of his irises and the blush tinged tops of his cheeks. Your tail wagged traitorously when he continued to stare back.

“What?” he huffed, smile still not leaving his eyes.

Your entire body flamed at being caught this time. 

“Nothing,” you shrugged, shrinking back into the chair.

You hoped that the chair would swallow you. 

“Silly thing.”

Ghost gave you a scratch behind the ears then finally slid off to join Soap. However, you weren’t left alone to your own self-deprecating thoughts. Gaz was watching you, his lips curving in amusement. He started to twirl his glass again, spinning it around on it’s axis. 

“So how do you like being with the 141 so far then?” 

The question caught you off guard, but you had to admit it was a welcome distraction. You unpinned your ears from your shameful, burning head and relaxed once more. 

“I like it,” you said simply. 

“Oh yeah? How’s staying with Ghost?”

“Oh uh, Ghost is nice. It’s been cool having my own room,” you said, smiling as you thought about your big comfy bed. “He’s been really good to me.”

Gaz snorted out a laugh before he could stop himself. 

“What?” You glared. “What’s so funny?”

“Nice isn’t the first word I’d use to describe Ghost, but….” He shrugged. 

“Ghost is nice though,” you frowned, body growing tense at the hint of any accusations of the contrary. 

“Sure, when he’s not telling awful jokes or burning holes into your head with that stare he has,” Gaz laughed, outstretching his hands and wiggling his fingers. “I’m from Manchester and I’m gonna steal your soul with me spooky eyes.” 

You giggled at his terrible impression, back unfurling from its defensive hunch, then hit his hands away playfully. Normally you would’ve worried about the repercussions of doing something like that to a superior, but the drink was still buzzing through your head and if that weren’t enough Gaz’s smile shone brightly back at you. 

“Ghost isn’t spooky,” you affirmed.

“Seriously? Next you’ll tell me that you don’t live in a big haunted castle together.”

“We don’t!” You laughed.

“I bet it has skeleton decorations everywhere. Skull pillows and skeleton paintings, table and chair legs shaped into bones.”

“No!”

“Really? Damn, the man isn’t as predictable as I thought…but honestly tell me. Does he have little skeleton jammies? You can’t seriously tell me that he doesn’t keep the skull look going when he gets home. He probably sits and watches Netflix with his skull top and bottoms and skeleton cuddly toy and skeleton sockies. No? Genuinely?”

You only continued to laugh and shake your head, denying his silly accusations. Gaz smiled back at you, shifting his eyes over you as if he were cataloguing every sign of your delight. 

“Oi, time for hilarities is over,” Price said, appearing through the parting crowds. “get ready to get your arses handed to ya. I got us a table”

“You sound awfully confident, Captain,” Gaz said, scraping his chair across the rough floors. 

“Because I’m not drunk this time.”

“Don’t need you to be drunk to beat you. Got Pup on my team, we can’t lose.”

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“Maybe I should sit this one out,” you murmured, flinching as the cue white ball barely even tapped the yellow ball that you were trying to hit. 

Your ears pinned low to your head and your temperature grew as you looked up and down the table and failed to see how you were going to pot even a single ball at the rate you were going. When you’d watched the game being played in the past, you’d assumed it was easy, but apparently the human soldiers were just skilled at it.

Your failure was made all the worse by the fact that Gaz and Price had very dutifully stood and explained the rules and how to use the pool cue when the game had begun. In fact Price had been so thorough on his explanation it prompted Gaz to assert once again that you were going to beat his arse easy. However…

You had taken two attempts and in that time had only nudged that mockingly cheerful yellow ball once. The first attempt where you almost missed even hitting the cue ball altogether didn’t bear thinking about. Meanwhile Price had already potted four. You chewed your lip, hoping Gaz wouldn’t be too annoyed that his tutoring was apparently falling on deaf ears.

“Aw, don’t worry Pup. You’ll get it,” Price chuckled.

“Yeah, don’t sweat it. It’s your first game!” Gaz reassured

He leaned over then and zeroed in on a striped orange ball, setting his cue across the back of his roughened hand and sawing it back and forth like a wary snake. He’d taken off his brown trucker jacket at the beginning of the match, so now his arms were out in full display, practically suffocating inside the short sleeves he wore and bursting to get out. Your eyes grazed along the cue and danced between the thick hairs on the backs of his forearms and up to his biceps, mesmerised by the shifting muscle. 

You missed seeing him finally hit the cue ball, but your ears twitched at the sound and your heart sunk when you both saw and heard the resulting ‘plonk’ of the orange stripe rolling merrily into its pocket. You were so screwed. 

“Gonna hold back on making eyesight jokes now, Garrick?” Price questioned, already lining up his next shot.

“Only if you manage to get that blue,” Gaz winked, pointing to a ball that sat nowhere near the cueball. 

“Easy, I’ll just hit the ball off the side, let it bank left and then it’ll roll into the pocket,” he grinned.

“Oh yeah, easy,” Gaz scoffed, nudging you with his shoulder. “Watch this, Pup. Captain’s about to embarrass ‘imself.” 

“Oi. Keep your shit opinions to yourself!”

Gaz rolled his eyes, but nevertheless the two of you watched in concentrated silence as Price actually started to line up the shot he called. After a few tense seconds of watching him adjust and readjust once more he took a breath then whacked the ball with all the force of a train going through a brick wall. The white ball smacked into the fuzzy green side then banked just shy of the blue striped ball, rolling furiously into the pocket straight after. It landed with a heavy thunk to boot. 

“Fuck me,” Price muttered to himself, immediately grabbing for his beer straight after.

“Wahey! Look at that Pup, we’ve got two shots,” Gaz said, heavily patting your shoulder. “We’ve got this.”

“Yeah,” you laughed weakly, handing him the cue. “You got this.”

“Woah woah woah,” Gaz said, tilting his head dramatically. “We’re a team, we got this.”

“Well it is your shot.”

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

He shoved the pool cue back into your hands, but he didn’t step away from you after. He pressed you insistently toward the table and caged his arms between yours, taking your hands with his and adjusting them up the smooth wood. You shivered at the feeling of his warm breath tickling at your neck and teasing through your hair. You stiffened up like drying clay when he moulded himself closer into you.

“Don’t freeze up like that, you’re not under attack. Look, I’m gonna show you how to hold it properly and that way you’ll get a good hit alright?” 

You chanced a look back at him and caught a look into those molten honey eyes, knowing full well you were a goner. You’d just have to go with whatever he said. After giving him a gentle little nod, you swallowed the lump in your throat and turned back toward the table, allowing him to slowly arrange your body so that you were in the supposed perfect stance.

His hands were silk, gliding delicately across your arms so that you would place yourself how he wanted. You had to hold yourself back from shivering every time his touch came. Once you were standing how he wanted, he took to laughing and tutting at you until you got your finger into the correct position to support the cue, and only when that was Gaz certified did he allow you to start readying your shot. 

“Ok, take it away, Pup. You got this!”

After a couple of practice slides, you drew the cue back one final time, holding your breath as you prepared to send it flying forward and into the purple ball that Gaz had lined up for you. You finally took your shot, watching with wide eyes as the cueball barrelled forward and shunted straight into the purple, sending it toward the pocket while it landed neatly beside a couple more of your balls, ready for the next shot. As soon as the purple landed fully down, you were jumping up in an instant.

“I hit it! I hit it and scored a point,” you said, full smile beaming as you turned to Gaz. “Did you see how fast it went? I wanna do that again!”

Gaz’s sharp canines were on full display again. His eyes travelled low down on your body and he chuckled, and only when you followed his eyeline did you see that your tail was furiously wagging up a storm behind you. It wafted up a big draft of air, blowing gusts through the old newspapers that were piled on the low table behind you.

“I saw. You did good,” Gaz praised, laughing while rubbing the little spot on your cheek that he always did.

“Yes, Pup - very good,” Price added dryly, shaking his head while taking another swig of his drink. 

With that the newspapers behind you turned from almost the front pages, toward the nonsense stories at the back.

“What’s got you so excited, fuzzy lugs?” 

You turned and saw Soap leaning over the end of the table, slowly swirling his whisky while he assessed the game. His blue eyes rolled from one end and to the other then settled on you, pinning you in place for a moment until you’d realised that he’d asked you a question. You bit your lip and shrugged, trying to downplay yourself a little as you remembered that your victory was being celebrated a little too early. 

“I potted a ball,” you shrugged, trying to hide your mellowed tone with a drink. 

“Oh did ye, aye? You’ll have to do it again for me and Ghost,” he grinned. 

Soap motioned his head to the left, pointing toward Ghost who was taking his time wandering back to Soap’s side. You could smell the cigarette smoke cloying to him as he walked by. It made your nose wrinkle. Though you soon forgot all about it when he shot you a wink.

“Gonna show us your new skills?” He asked. 

Now everyone was watching you. No pressure. 

You gulped and made your way back to the table side, using your cue like a walking stick. Poking your tongue out, you stood for a second and swayed a little on your unsteady tipsy feet, thinking through your next move. Your eyes roved over the balls, moving between the two most likely candidates until you settled on the green. 

After looking up and confirming everyone was still staring, you shuddered. However Gaz gave you an encouraging smile, which spurred you on all the more. A few awkward seconds passed while you tried to reform yourself into the same position Gaz put you in before. Even in your drunken state you still recalled most of the ways he’d shown that you were supposed to position yourself, all the while keeping your hands further up the stick so that you could hit harder and keeping your finger ridgid against it. 

You slid it back and forth, once, then another two times and finally you made your move. The cue thwacked into the cueball and sent it rocketing into the green, sending the green ball rolling forward and flying toward the left side pocket. The ball began to lose its momentum just toward the end, it slowed just a little more and then a little more and just when your ears started to collapse downward in disappointment, it managed to creep into the pocket at the last second. 

“Holy shit I did it! I did it all by myself!” You squealed, perking back up again and grinning like an idiot. 

You turned, making sure everyone had seen it, but before you could take stock everyone you were surrounded by two massive chests. The pressure came quickly crushing you up like a scrapped car. Though you didn’t mind, when your panicked mind realised they were hugging you, you settled into it and wagged your tail. 

“That’s my good Pup,” Ghost crooned, his voice even more gravelly than usual. 

“You did so good!” Gaz whooped.

They both parted from you and just when you’d adjusted to having full lung capacity again, Soap all but whacked all the air from you with a couple of big pats on the back. 

“Well done, furball,” he said lowly, throwing you a sly smile. “Knew you had it in ya. You’re my wee pack mate after all, aren’t ya?”

Your tail wagged even harder at that. 

“Yes, very good,” Price barked, smiling despite the faux stern expression he tried to hold. “You taking your next turn or not, Pup?”

“I get another one?” You gawped, looking at the last few balls in awe. 

“You get one every time you pot. And if you don’t get on with your next one I’m confiscating it from you.”

“Don’t think that’s in the rules, old man,” Gaz laughed. 

“Gotta give myself a chance here, Garrick. You two have bloody hustled me,” Price retorted.

“Oh you think you’re hustled now? Just wait for this next turn.”

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You helped Gaz win that game in the end, and as a reward he insisted on carrying you to the taxi on his back. Well, that’s what he intended anyway. He stumbled just as he got out the pub door and collapsed in a fit of drunken laughter. At that point Ghost took over and hoisted you up on his shoulder, carrying you like a sack of potatoes. 

Had you been in any state to complain you might’ve, however you were still riding on a winning high and your head was full of bubbles and fizz. No matter how hard you tried to stop it, your tail continued to sloppily wag even while Ghost carried you, and for the rest of the night he complained about having fur in his mouth. Normally something like that would worry you, thinking you’d annoyed him, but you’d been so carefree you fell asleep on him once he’d lugged you to the sofa. 

You’d woken the next morning stretched out fully over a sleeping Ghost and Soap, jumping up in mortification when you realised what you’d done and running to your bed for what felt like an extra five minutes of sleep. Then as a grand result of your wild night out (compared to anything else you’d ever done), you were exhausted the whole next day. So much so that you’d been flagging through a lot of your exercises, but luckily Ghost went easy and structured training so that you got more breaks and got easier tasks to complete. Whether that was more for you or him, you couldn’t really decide. 

“Sleepy Pup,” Ghost chuckled, rubbing your cheek with the back of his greasy hand. “We’ll get an early night tonight, huh?”

You hummed in response. The sound of him cleaning his rifle had been relaxing, the cloth fibres smoothly running along the barrel while you leaned against his leg and caught up on a little napping. Normally he would send you off to do something while he did upkeep, but given your low energy he was quite happy to have you rest with him while he worked. 

“Alright then, Pup. Time to head off home,” Ghost grunted, giving your shoulder a gentle shake. “We just gotta swing by Price’s office first.” 

“Ok,” you said through a yawn.

Your tail crooked off to the side more than usual, and you could feel the fur on your ears sticking up like an animal that had just emerged from hibernation. Had there been a mirror around, you knew you’d be jumping back from it,though luckily that wasn’t the case. Instead you followed listlessly along after Ghost, plodding through the hallways like a mindless golem after its master. 

“You ok to wait out here?”

It had barely even registered that you’d reached Price’s door. However when your mind came too, you were out in the dingy hallway that proceeded his room. The two of you standing by the chipped paint patch that looked suspiciously like someone had slammed a chunk out of the wall. You slowly nodded when you finally caught up, the joint in your neck rolling as if automated.

“Try not to fall asleep out here. I’m not carrying you again,” he chuckled. “You need anything, just knock.” 

You nodded again and watched him quietly open the door and click it shut. He left you alone in the corridor, staring bleary eyed at the flickering light, absentmindedly falling back against the wall and counting out the seconds between its full beam and little strobe dance. Without fail it would flicker every five to seven seconds. 

Footsteps marched down the hallway in the distance, and your ears twitched to their rhythm. The boots slapped against the floors at a quick pace, and slowly muffled voices echoed from out of obscurity and rang through your ears. The two men became clearer by the second, and before long they were crossing your path, just about to walk past you until one of them caught eyes with you and halted as if stopped by an invisible force.

“Care to explain what you’re doing leaning around like that, hybrid?” he growled.

You frowned at him. The man had dark hair closely cropped to his head, save for a small combed over patch on the top and big bushy eyebrows that fell heavy over his dark eyes. His friend meanwhile was almost completely bald, but had a striking scar across his cheek and a birthmark on his neck. Both of them seemed young, though not young enough that they were too fresh to think about messing with you apparently.

“I’m waiting for my handler to finish his meeting with Captain Price,” you said evenly, figuring it was easiest just to answer him. 

He didn’t look satisfied with your answer though, his eyes lit up in challenge and his jaw twinged as if biting through bone. All traces of tiredness left you in that instant. Whatever was about to happen couldn’t be good, you were experienced enough to know that much.

“What was that?” the man said, tilting his head for emphasis.

His friend raised his brows, looking between the two with a vexed expression. He musn’t have been as familiar with hybrids, you thought dully, glancing at him while still keeping yourself focused on the combover man. If only one of them was going to be aggressive then defending yourself from whatever they were going to do would be easier.

“I said that I’m waiting for my handler,” you ground out, stiffening your posture.

“Waiting for your handler, sir,” the man corrected, his thick eyebrows casting a dark shadow over his eyes. “You have to show respect to your superior officers.”

You said nothing in response, only nodding your head once and gritting your teeth. Technically that was true, but given Ghost was a Lieutenant that meant that you likely outranked them (given that you were automatically ranked the same as your handler as a hybrid). Those assholes could kick rocks as far as you were concerned, you’d earned your right to speak on their level.

“Do you want a last chance to fix your attitude, hybrid?” he asked, tensing his arms as he leered over you.

His shadow flickered in the wavering light and you couldn’t help but think of him as a demon. His friend put a hand on his back and urged him to ‘just forget about it’, but still the man didn’t budge. He continued to loom over you and stare expectantly, though as far as you were concerned he could wait forever. 

He didn’t though. The little shit, took your silence as insolence, and just when he was about to reach out and grab you, you strafed back from him and growled. The sound had the other man widening his eyes, but your main attacker only glared. It spurred him to come for you once again, but again he missed you and then failed to grab you another time after that.

“Get the fuck over here, you little-”

He reached out again to grab you, and finally he’d succeeded, clenching his hand painfully around your arm. However you weren’t going to let him manhandle you like that. You barked out a fearsome roar of defiance and dug your nails, more like claws, into the thick uncovered flesh of his arm and yanked it backward while spinning away from his grip. The yowl of pain he let out interrupted his sentence and sent his friend into a panic trying to drag the man back.

“What the fuck is going on out here?”

The shout echoed out across the concrete walls and all at once you all ceased your rebuttals. Your teeth stayed bared and you continued to pant, staring down the hallway as if possessed by a vengeful force. Meanwhile the two men looked fearfully over at the source of the voice, paling noticeably when they were forced to reckon with your fearsome handler. 

Your attacker gulped, loud enough that your sensitive ears picked up on it and swivelled in his direction. He flinched at the movement, but soon straightened up. The pitiful man held out his arm and set his face in a grim expression, using his other hand to motion down at the bleeding claw marks.

“This hybrid attacked me, sir,” the man said, voice far more subdued than it had been before.

Ghost raised his eyebrow from behind his mask and looked over at you. Once he’d finally assessed the state you were in, he put his body in between the two of you and set to work calming you down. He took your collar in his hand and directed you to look at him, smoothing his hand down your back and blocking your view of the perceived hostile. After which, he took to gently shushing your panting and making calming noises.

“Can you tell me what happened?” He asked after a few moments, smoothing his hands over your ruffled hair.

“Well, what happened was-” the man’s friend began. 

“Wasn’t fucking talking to you,” Ghost growled, not even sparing a look back.

Your mouth twitched into a smile, but Ghost didn’t indulge it. He set his eyes on you with a serious frown and forced a sigh from your lips. Part of you had thought that Ghost might be on your side, but now a little voice in the back of your mind was trying to scream past a crumbling barrier - it told you that maybe Ghost was going to give up on his gentle handler act. It would make sense, you thought, you were a bad soldier, you didn’t deserve the nice treatment to begin with. 

“I was waiting for you and then…I was asked what I was doing and then, when I explained myself, I was told I wasn’t being respectful enough. He tried to grab me and I fought him off,” you said awkwardly, not wanting to meet his eyes any longer. 

“Sir, that hybrid was leaning around - not even waiting at attention and when I tried to address their behaviour, I was given nothing but bad attitude back. I was trying to correct it’s bad behaviour when it saw fit to scratch me up like a fucking feral cat!” The man fumed.

“Correct their behaviour?” Ghost asked, turning to man finally. “How were you going to correct my hybrid’s behaviour exactly?” 

Your heart dropped into your belly. Every instinct within you screamed out that you were about to meet Ghost’s iron fist at last. You were going to experience a lashing at the very least and at worst, he might take everything you had come to care about away from you. Hot salty tears brimmed on top of your cheeks, finally overflowing at the thought that Ghost might’ve only given you all those things so that it would hurt more having them taken away again. 

You made sure to sob quietly, sniffling softly  into your hand so that you wouldn’t antagonise Ghost any further. Tears won’t get you anywhere in the army, mutt, Maddox’s voice chirped in the back of your mind. You almost missed the man’s pathetic whimpering answer.

“Well…I was going to give it a slap, sir. Strike some sense into it.” 

“I see,” Ghost replied, wide back still obscuring the man from you.

You doubted you’d make anything out past your tears anyway. In your mind everything was in the process of being ripped out of your life again, the team were going to look at you like the disappointment you knew you were, your things were going to be scrapped and stripped down to bare essentials once more and you’d never get to feel Simon the cuddlytoy’s soft fur ever again. However you were ripped out of your little pity parade with the sound of a hard smack. 

Your ears perked up and you jumped back a pace or two, looking around for the source of the noise until you looked past Ghost and saw your attacker rubbing his cheek and groaning. For a second, you couldn't quite believe what had happened, but soon enough the man was wrenching his hand away from his face in an effort to save face and it revealed an angry looking red patch of skin. It really had happened - Ghost had slapped the soldier. 2

“You think that’s knocked some sense into you, Second Lieutenant?” Ghost sneered. “Don’t you fucking dare breathe in the direction of another handler’s hybrid ever again, nevermind think that you have the right to discipline them, you self-righteous little cunt. Get out of my sight the pair of ya.”

The man opened his mouth, about to say something in his defence until his friend nodded sharply and began to drag him away. Not wanting to cause more of a scene the man relented, but the way he glared as he turned told you that this wasn’t over. There was a new target on Ghost’s back now. 

However, said back was turning away from you now and Ghost was facing you once again and pulling you into his arms. After a shocked second of fear, readying yourself to be hit or similarly reprimanded, you slowly came to realise he didn’t mean to hurt you at all. He was hugging you and rubbing your back, telling you that it was alright. 

“Wh- what are you doing?” you asked feebly, trying your best not to hiccup or sniff through your words.

“Trying to comfort you, if you’ll let me,” Ghost snorted, slowly walking you backward. 

You walked with him, but only grew more confused as he dragged you into Price’s office and forced you to sit on the old ratty couch and curl up with him. Out of the corner of your bleary eyes you saw Price sitting at his desk and watching you both with concern, gathering up a few bottles of water onto his desk. In front of you, Ghost wrapped his grip ever tighter round you and got you to bury your head into his neck.

“It’s over now, Pup,” Ghost said softly, smoothing over your salt scorched cheek. “You’re ok.” 

“But…you- aren’t you going to punish me?” you asked, freeing yourself from his hold a little and drawing away from his usually relaxing scent so that you could make an effort to think straight. 

“You’ve not done anything worth punishment,” he said gently.

“I scratched someone,” you whined, looking down at your still bloody hands with a wobbling lip. 

“Someone that saw fit to break protocol and try to discipline a hybrid that wasn’t theirs. You had every right to defend yourself. You’re not going to be punished for that.”

“Especially not when the punishment he had in mind didn’t fit the crime in the first place. Corporal punishment is supposed to be reserved for serious offences Pup, not for leaning or having a bad attitude,” Price added, coming to sit at your other side. “Here, take a drink of this. You need it, you’ve made yourself unwell.” 

He handed you a water bottle and gave you a serious look until you finally took it from him and slowly uncapped it. Through a series of uneasy sips, your heart began to regulate and your body stopped shaking. You hadn’t even realised that you had been shaking. The realisation made you sign, taking a couple breaths until you could clear your mind enough to reach some level of proper awareness again. 

“I thought it was all going to go away,” you sighed, leaning against Ghost’s chest when you knew that things were normal again. 

“What was going to go away?” Ghost asked, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. 

You bathed in his and Price’s joint attentions, letting Ghost rub your cheek and Price smooth a hand over your shoulders and back. For a few luxurious seconds you let yourself revel in the fact that you were wrong. The stupid little panicky voice in your head was a liar. Everything was just as it had been. 

“Everything,” you said eventually, voice barely a whisper. “I thought you were going to take all my things away and start treating me like they did at my old base. Thought I was going to be sent to the post…”

“Mark my words, anyone tries to lash you again and they’ll have the entire 141 to answer to, Pup,” Price said, voice coming through in a low growl. 

“And I’d never take away your things,” Ghost vowed, cupping your cheek so that you had to look at him. “They’re given to you as payment for your service to us. They’re not for me or anyone else to take away, just like Price can’t rip my things from me. Nothing’s going away and you’re never going to be treated the way you were ever again. You’re ours, alright? We always protect our own.” 

You stared at them both in disbelief, but couldn’t think of anything to say. The exhaustion and the upset combined and you were left feeling more drained than you had been in days. Instead you settled down back into Ghost’s collar bones and let yourself be petted and fussed over, sleepily letting your eyes close for the last time that day.

“Just wait till Soap and Gaz hear about this. That bastard’ll be lucky to see sunrise tomorrow,” you only just heard Price whisper darkly, before scratching a calloused hand over your ears. 

“Now now, Price,” Ghost murmured back. “Gotta make it look like an accident.”

#reign down on me #simon ghost riley #Simon Riley #Ghost #mw2 #ghost x reader #Hybrid!reader

[lunajay33]

Destiny Part.4🐺

Summary: Paul has just shifted to his new life as a wolf and feels empty without his imprint hoping he finds her soon, y/n just moved to forks to live with her dad and sister Bella and decides to go to the bone fire to make new friends

•Masterlist•

“I’m Paul’s imprint, he told me everything” I glared

She was so hypocritical, she can be in love with a vampire and be obsessed with their family after a year but I bc ant spend time with people who have been in my life forever and they just happen to be shifters? That’s not far, she’s never fair

“W..what?” She was shocked, her eyes showing full white and her jaw slacked open

“I’m Paul’s imprint, I’m meant to be with him, I always have been and we both knew it deep down, why is this such a problem atleast he protects people, look what those blood suckers did to you” i tried to reason

“You don’t know a thing about them y/n, don’t ever speak about them like that ever, you’d be lucky to even be in the same room as them, especially you” she scowled

“What is that suppose to mean Bella?” I felt my heart throb

“You’ve never been good enough, you’re just a burden to this family, can’t you see that”

I couldn’t take it anymore I ran out the door still sore but I didn’t know where to go, my bike was back at Emily’s, then I remembered I had Jakes number

I ran out of the house trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill, after three rings Billy answered

“Hello?”

“Hi billy……” I felt the lump in my throat get worse

“Y/n? What are you doing calling at this time of night? Are you okay?” He asked concerned like he always was with me

“Is Jake around? Would he be able to come pick me up?” I whined as my voice wavered

“Oh dear of course I’ll send him by right away just hold one okay?”

“Okay, thank you billy”

~~~~~~~~~

I waited for 20 minutes when I saw his rabbit car pull up I quickly got in

“Y/n what’s wrong why did you call?” He asked concerned

I looked out the window and sunk in my seat

“Can we talk about it later I just need to be away from Bella right now…..please”

“Of course” he said softly as he started to drive back to his house

When we pulled up to the red house that felt more like home I felt a bit better, a sense of belonging

Me and Jake got out and he opened the door to the house for me, I threw myself down on the couch and sighed

Today was suppose to be a magical day, I found my soul mate, and he wanted me he actually just wanted me and I wasn’t his second choice

As I was sitting there I saw billy roll in and stop infront of me as Jake sat down next to me

“Dear what happened?” Billy asked

And the tears finally fell, I couldn’t hold it back anymore, especially around him

“She said I wasn’t good enough….that I’m just a burden to the family, I don’t know what I ever did wrong for her to hate me” I cried into my hands trying to avoid looking at them

I felt the warmth of Jakes hand rub my back as billy pat my knee

“Y/n look at me” billy pleaded and I hesitantly looked up

“You are never a burden to us, we love you, you’re like another daughter to me, and I know Jake sees you like his little sis, you’re always the sweetest most kindest soul, and don’t you ever let her make you think you’re not worth love” he said as he wiped my tears away

“Do you want me to call Paul?” Jake asked

“No I don’t want him seeing me like this” I hiccuped that’s when we heard a knock on the door

Jake got up to answer it and that’s when I heard that beautiful voice I love always got butterflies around

“Where is she? Is she okay?”

“Come in she’s on the couch” Jake said stepping aside and he jogged over kneeling infront of me

“We will give you some privacy” billy smiled as Jake wheeled him to a different room

“How did you know I was here?” I asked confused but I couldn’t help feel better with him around

“I could sense you weren’t okay and I just followed your scent, it’s an imprint thing, but what happened?”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Part.5<-

How is everyone liking the story plz lmk🤍

@mistyyyy

#twilight fluff #twilight #paul lahote x y/n #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote #jacob black #bella swan #twilight wolfpack #twilight wolves #embry call #new moon

[bettyfrommars]

Ok idk if this will spark inspiration but fluff, playing fetch with wereworlf!eddie? 🐺 😭 OR something smutty with werewolf Eddie 😏 and he’s chasing you down

This is not at all what you were thinking, I know 🙃 but this is what came to mind, and I couldn't stop.

wolfman!Eddie x Reader

18+ONLY, it's 1959, mention of cultural bias and norms for the time, sexual tension, mature themes, no mention of she/her or y/n for reader, blood, hints to being cut with glass, reader puts up a tiny bit of chase, mention of the Frankenstein family, hints to future smut, but none in this (I might do more with this Wolfman as it gets closer to fall). wc: 2.2k

A/N: this was a quick write I had fun with last night. Please forgive any typos. Love you, thank you for the creative requests and for reading!

Working the reception desk at a fancy hotel in the city had you fielding all sorts of strange requests over the years, but when Mr. Munson checked in, it was different.  

First of all, you were attracted to him which made you turn into an awkward mess.  You spilled your coffee on the ledger—had to clean that up—and then you asked him to spell his name twice, even though there were only a couple letters.  He was patient though, and charming in a mysterious way.  It’s 1959 and his suit is tailored, dark hair pulled back in a knot at the base of his neck under a gray fedora, and he wears a silver skull ring on his pinky.  It was rare to see a man with long hair in your time, in your circles, and so you stared at him a little longer than you should have.  

“Is this all I need?” He lifted the key by the metal fob and his eyebrow up to break you from your trance.

Flustered, you tried to remember which planet you were on.  “Yes, sorry, you have full amenities in your suite, living room, king bed, a 16-inch TV.  Complimentary breakfast starts at 6 AM in the dining room—”

“I have a favor to ask,” he stopped you, trying to be as polite as possible. 

He leaned in close, over the desk, and you check to the side to see that your co-worker, Janet, is busy with another guest.  

“Can you,” he glanced down at your mouth and then back to your eyes again.  “Would it be too much trouble for you to lock me in my room tonight? From the outside?”

Your first thought is, “I would do anything for you, Mr. Munson,” but then you wonder why he is asking you this, and the implication of what being locked in his room means.

Your mouth stuttered like a fish for a few moments, and then he continued.  “The moon is full tonight, you see, and I—-” he looked around again, straightening his shoulders, licking his full lips.  “If you could come around at 7:00 and lock me in, and then unlock it around the same time in the morning, I’d be much obliged to you.”

“Of course,” you finally answer, taking his key as he passes it back to you.  Your fingers grazed and you could feel the heat that radiated off of him.  “I’ll take care of you, I mean, I’ll take care of it, I’ll make sure you’re locked in until the morning.”

He adjusted his fedora, fixing a crooked smile on you.  “Have a good night,” he said, and then he winked, picking up his suitcase before turning to head down the hall to the elevators.  

You watched the clock as you checked in other guests early that evening, and when it was time, you made your way up to the 12th floor to lock Mr. Munson in his room, just as he’d requested.  There was a food tray in the hall next to his door, letting you know that he’d ordered room service.  You hesitated for a second at the door, leaning in to press your ear to the cool wood, to see if you could hear any signs of distress. The only noise that came was the low laughter of a comedy show on the TV.  You put the big key in the lock and turned it, and it made a loud metal on metal clanking noise.  You rapped your knuckle a few times softly, “all secure for the night, Mr. Munson.  Sleep well.”

Inside the room, Eddie was yanking his tie off, removing his cufflinks, and unbuttoning his shirt, staring out the window up at the gathering gloom when he heard the door lock.  He held his breath while he waited for what you would say, his head turned to one side, heartbeat strong in his neck, and then he exhaled, ready to wait out the rest of the nightmare with staunch resolve.

An hour later, a huge fruit basket decked out with cheeses and an expensive bottle of wine showed up for Mr. Munson.  A courier set it down in front of Janet at the opposite end of the counter while you were working on something else.  You heard the courier say Mr. Munson’s name, and then you watched Janet pick up the basket with both hands and head off toward the elevators.

“Where are you going with that?” You called after her, smiling your forgiveness to the other guests nearby.  You came out from around the desk and met her in the middle of the reception area.  

Janet was young and she looked very nervous, eyes wide as if she were about to be scolded.  “This came-came for M-M-Mister Munson and I was just taking it up to his—”

“Mr. Munson asked not to be disturbed this evening,” you told her.  “I’ll take it.  You check-in the Parson family, please.”

Janet handed the heavy wicker basket full of crinkly cellophane over to you without argument, and you stood there for a few beats, trying to plan your move. Finally, alone in the service elevator, curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to read the card inside the small envelope:

Dearest Edward,

I’m so please you’ve made the journey, especially under

the circumstances.  Excited to talk with you about what

I’ve been working on when we meet for lunch tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Lawrence Frankenstein 

A shiver ran down your spine.  Lawrence was the great great grandson of Victor Frankenstein, the one famous for reanimating dead tissue and reviving the first Monster. He was in town that week offering guest lectures at the university.  You slipped the card back in the envelope and tucked it back where it had been between the wine bottle and the banana.  

From experience, you knew that the courier was guilty of being late with the basket.  It should’ve been in Mr. Munson’s room by the time he checked in.  You decided you would knock and let him know about it, just in case it was something he had been expecting.

When the elevator dinged and you stepped into the hallway of his floor, you heard a crash, like a glass breaking, and your ears followed the sound, pointing you in the direction of Mr. Munson’s room.  With tension in your face, you stumbled to hold the basket in one arm while you found your skeleton key.  

In front of his door, you heard a strangled cry, as if someone were choking, and you strained to listen.  There came the sigh of heavy, labored breathing, and then something that sounded like a shoe hit the door with force, making you jump back, almost fumbling the basket.  

A bit of fear lodged in your throat, but you cleared it, and squared your shoulders.  You rapped on the door a few times, “Mr. Munson? I’m sorry if it’s a bad time, but a basket came for you.  I wouldn’t have bothered you, but it should’ve been here hours ago, and so I wanted to—-”

The other side of the door became eerily silent.  

You continued.  “I know you requested not to be disturbed, but I don’t want to leave this out in the hall where someone can take it, so here’s what I’m going to do—-” you waited for some type of acknowledgement, but nothing came, not even the sound of footsteps.  “---I’m going to open the door just enough to slide it in, and then lock you up again, okay? We don’t even have to see each other.”

Nothing, not a peep.

You closed your eyes and counted to three in your head, and then clicked open the lock and turned the knob with a creak.  You set the basket on the floor, about to push it in with your foot, when you glanced up to see the bathroom door was open.  The vanity mirror was shattered, and blood dripped down from the broken shards into the sink, as if it had been broken with a body part.  

Your heart raced, fearing for his safety, and before you could stop yourself, you were pushing the door open to step all the way in, knocking the basket over.  “Mr. Munson, are you okay? Do you need me to call the—-”

On your way to the bathroom, you heard the door shut behind you.

You turned, about to say his name again, but then what you saw made you shriek and stumble back, hand flying up to cover your mouth, the key plopping to the carpet. 

Mr. Munson stood in front of the closed door now, blocking your exit, but he was no longer the man you remembered.  He wore his shirt unbuttoned and untucked, suspenders hanging down the sides of his trousers, and his dark hair fell long over his shoulders, messy and wild.  His once chocolate brown eyes seemed to glow gold, pointed incisors jutted down into his bottom lip, and his body was covered in….

Hair? Fur? It covered his exposed skin almost entirely; down his hands that now had pointed claws for nails, and up his belly and chest to his neck, along his cheeks.  You noticed that his feet were bare, and they were also furry with the tips of slightly curled, pointed claws.

His chest went up and down as he heaved, gold eyes narrowing on you.  “You should’ve never come back here,” he growled, sweat glistening on his brow.  “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”  His eyes clenched shut, as if in a grimace of pain, and his head dropped back against the door.

Your brain lost all function for a moment and a few noises came out of your mouth, but no words.  A few drops of blood dripped to the cream carpet at his feet from the knuckles of his right hand.  You looked around at the broken vase shattered on the ground, and the way one of the sofa cushions had been ripped to shreds, and you gulped, realizing he would probably kill you.  Especially now that you knew what he was.

In a split second, you remembered the adjoining door in his bedroom that led out to the emergency exit.  It was locked to the guests, but you could open it with your key, and if you could manage to get over there before he—-

You took your chance, dropping down to grab the key, and then bolting for the other room.  Eddie followed, matching your movements. You were hyperventilating, trying to aim the key in the hole for the emergency door when he snarled and bound across the bed on all fours like a feral beast, breaching the distance in no more than a second.  

He dropped down next to you in a crouch, and then rose to full height, a low growl purring deep in his chest.  He had both of your wrists pinned against the wall above your head before you knew what was happening.  He bared his teeth, dripping with a string of saliva, his pupils pinned, searching your face.

“I can’t be trusted right now, like this,” he hissed, swallowing.  “With you.”

There was no mistaking your arousal, but then there was also a fight going on inside, a voice saying you absolutely should not like this.

“I won’t tell anyone that I know about you,” you promised.  “It will be our secret.”

Eddie shifted so that he was holding both of your wrists together with one hand while the other came down, one claw dragging gently across your cheek and neck.   You noticed that his pupils began to open, pooling black within the gold irises.  

“Do you want me to let you go?” He shifted his head back to look at you, running the tip of his tongue along one of his teeth, desire blooming in every pore, setting his hairs on end.  

“No, not really,” you mewed, exhilarated but also afraid of your desire. 

Eddie lowered his head, running his nose and his mouth against the side of your face and your neck, inhaling long sniffs, taking in your scent, making animalistic noises.  Your eyelids fluttered at the way his tongue darted out to taste your skin a few times, at the feel of the fur on his cheek that brushed soft at your jaw.

He let your arms go and you brought your hands to his shoulders, slipping them inside his shirt to rest on the sides of his neck, pinching the hair between your fingers, finding his gaze again. “Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Munson?”

“You can call me Eddie,” he scratched his claws along your jaw, thumb crossing down your mouth to pull your lips apart.  “And you can let me taste you.”

His eyes glowed like someone lit a fire behind them, and outside, somewhere nearby in the moonlit night, a wolf howled.

#wolfman!Eddie #Eddiemunson #Eddie Munson fic #monsters #monster!Eddie #Universal Monsters #requests #Eddie request #eddiemunson x reader #eddie munson oneshot #monsterfucker

[wolffwish]

More Than Just A Short Time

Warnings: Distressed reader, miscarriage, mentions of anxiety, panic attack, soft!Toto x reader,

A/N: Personal experience used here, so please be understanding. 2022 was the worst year of my life, losing a baby and my fiancé within 3 months of eachother. I’ve been wanting to write something for months, to try and help me cope with my emotions. This hasn’t been spell checked, I literally have finished it and pressed post. So please bear with me if there’s any mistakes or it’s not that great, or sonically cohesive. It’s literally a coping mechanism. I’ve also tried to incorporate Taylor Swift’s “Bigger Than The Whole Sky” as that song has bought me a lot of comfort. Thank you so much for reading and I hope soft Toto brings you comfort if you need it ♥️ my inbox is open to anyone if you need to talk about anything.

It’s been a long 5 days without Toto, and your physical health was declining by the hour. Your period was the heaviest it had ever been, but you didn’t want to tell Toto, because everyone has periods and usually, they’re nothing to worry about.

Toto knew you were struggling physically, and had been the ever-supporting husband that you could’ve dreamed of. Virtually working instead of heading into the office, skipping races and rescheduling meetings or holding them online— to the point where he’d be sitting on the bed with his laptop perched on his lap on Zoom with people at Brackley, with you sleeping next to him and him not taking his hand off of your head once, constantly stroking it to ease your pain.

He was away in Bahrain for first race of the season and it was the longest amount of time he’d been for a few months. You hadn’t been feeling that great in the lead up to him leaving, a bit run down and not your usual self, extremely tired and incredibly nauseous. You just assumed it was your birth control playing up again.

It was Sunday. Race day. You were feeling rough, and after yesterday’s ordeal in the ER followed by a strict instruction for bed rest and preferably someone with you, all you wanted to do was curl up on the couch, watch the race and wait for your man to come home.

You hadn’t been contacting him much over the past 4 days, mainly just good morning and good night texts, as you knew he was going to be flat out busy with media, meetings and all the other stuff that goes with the job he’d worked so hard for.

11am. You heard your phone ping, with his specific text tone and notification lighting up your screen.

💬 1 New Message: Toto🐺♥️ — Liebling, I have a free half hour. Can you talk? We need to talk.

“We need to talk”? You read it three times, making sure you were reading it right. Need? Panic sets in. Usually, when anybody receives a message of “We need to talk.”, ending abruptly with a full stop, that’s never a good sign, right? Right.

Before you could even start typing, he was ringing. Accidentally, you pressed the green answer button, steadily putting the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” - your voice broke as you awaited his response.

🐺 “Schatzi? Is that you?”

“What do you mean, is it me? You rang my mobile?”

🐺 “Oh. Thank god. I had a missed call from the hospital, they left a message asking me how you were after yesterday. I didn’t— what happened yesterday, I didn’t know you wen—“

“Oh my god, are you kidding?! They rang you?”

Anger that started in your stomach was slowly making its way up your body, flushing your red cheeks and making your hands grip the phone tighter. You were checked into the ER yesterday after having what you thought was a 3 day long, heavy and extremely painful period. You had to call the ambulance because you were bleeding so heavily you couldn’t control anything, and started to feel dizzy and weak. With nobody around, and Toto working, you had nobody to call.

🐺 “Come on baby, talk to me. Why did you visit the ER?”

You paused. You didn’t know what to say to him, but neither did you want to lie. You knew as soon as the ER nurse asked if you’d had any morning sickness or previous experiences of dark red heavy periods that this wasn’t just a period. You were having a miscarriage, not even knowing you were pregnant.

🐺 “Liebling? Whatever it is, you can tell me. It doesn’t matter that I’m here, ok? You are my priority, just let me in.”

“I can’t tell you over the phone, Toto. I’m sorry. Just concentrate on the race, and I’ll see you later. I love y—“

🐺 “No Schatzi, baby please, I can’t concentrate unless you tell me what’s going on.”

You knew that he wasn’t going to give in. Tears started filling your eyes and the pit of your stomach started knotting. Emotions got the better of you, your breathing started to get shorter and faster, even though you were trying to disguise every bit of it, so you didn’t make him panic even more. But you just couldn’t do it. You fell apart. You needed him, now more than ever.

“I’m sorry, Toto. I didn’t know. You know I’m on birth control, it was just a heavy period, and then the nurses started asking all these questions about morning sickness and the colour of it and they rigged me up to the machine and started doing all these scans and I was really scared and I didn’t know what to do and then they kept apologising to me and I was in such a state I didn’t know what they were talking about until they— until they said it wasn’t a heavy period, and I’d lost—“

That was it. Uncontrollable tears streamed from your eyes as you relived the worst day of your life all over again, for the millionth time. Hysteria creeping in and your adrenaline winning, you began to shake. You’d been reliving every second of it since you got home, and it took a lot of persuasion for you to the nurses to let you home on your own. But they all knew your situation, they all knew Toto and who he was, so they made an exception. You didn’t think they’d call him.

🐺 “Oh my go—, baby, I’m so sorry. Shit. I should’ve been there, I knew you weren’t right when I left, but I had no idea it could be this—“

“Don’t apologise Toto please, it’s not your fault, I just, I can’t wait to see you later. Please try and just do the race and I’ll be here when you get home.”

🐺 “I don’t care about the race Schatz, baby. I’m coming home now. I’m walking to Rosa right now, she’ll get me on the next flight darling. Hold tight for me, ok?”

You didn’t want to ruin his day like this, especially the first race, but you were done fighting with yourself.

“Ok.” - through tears streaming and sniffles of your nose to try and control your breathing, a simple ‘ok’ was the last thing you said to Toto before dropping the phone on the bed. You’d almost been in denial about the whole thing, and saying it all out loud made it more real. You pulled your legs to your chest, your body still screaming in pain from miscarrying, back pains so intense you feel like your spine is on fire and a headache strong enough to make you squint at any view of light.

You could hear the television in the background, the race build up had started and you began watching it hoping it would distract you from everything that was happening in your head at that very moment.

The grid walk started, and Martin Brundle was desperately searching around for Toto to ask him where he thinks the two Mercs’ we’re going to finish today’s race. He eventually came across Shov, who was ready for an interview.

MB: “I was hoping to talk to your boss, any idea where I can find him?”

AS: “He’s had to rush off, personal matter, so won’t be able to watch the race today, but I can answer any questions you may have - just not with as much Austrian flare as he does!” he tried to laugh and distract from the situation- but you knew social media was about to blow up.

A few hours passed, and the sheer emotional state you were in made you fall asleep at some point during the race. You woke up as the podium ceremony started, that damn Dutch national anthem again. You flicked over the channels and started watching some random nature show about birds. Anything but that damn podium.

Anxiously waiting for Toto to arrive, you kept drifting off to sleep, losing track of the time, until you heard a key in the door and footsteps running up the stairs.

“Schatzi, where are you baby? I’m ho—“

The bedroom door swung open and there he was, still dressed in his white button down shirt and black trousers, so damn handsome. Your man was home.

“Toto, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Tears streaming, you sat up on the bed, trying to adjust your body to a position you weren’t in pain.

“Baby, it’s okay. Come here, little one.” Toto softly sat down in front of you, cupping your face in both hands and softly brushing the tears on your cheeks away with the pad of his thumbs. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” He brought his lips up to your forehead, pressing the most gentle kiss just above your left eyebrow, muffling the words “Let go baby, I’m here now. Just let it all out.”

The reassuring words from Toto meant every single emotion waved over you like a tsunami, and you fell apart in his arms. The tears came streaming down your face as you leant forward into him. You adjusted your body so you were sitting side aways on his lap, legs resting on the bed and head resting in his shoulder. His arms wrapped around you like he was protecting the world, his gentle touches making you feel safer than you’d ever felt.

“Let’s get you into bed properly, baby, get you more comfortable.” Without hesitation, Toto stood up with you in his arms as he gently walked around the bed, making sure not to walk into any furniture or make any sudden movements. He slowly leant down, to lay you on his side of the bed. He grabbed a blanket, took his shirt and trousers off, walked round to the other side of the bed and got in with you.

“Are you comfortable? Do you need to move?” He asked as you started rolling over as he got into the bed beside you.

“I can’t get comfy, it’s so frustrating, everything hurts and I can’t move without feeling like I’m making a mess everywhere, it’s horrible.”

“Hey hey baby, it’s okay, don’t cry. It doesn’t matter if there’s mess, we can clean it up, okay? Come here, lay here.” He perched himself up on the headboard, his bare chest gleaming in the night light that was the only light on in the room. The smell of him just felt like home. Lightly tapping his torso, he helped you lay your head on his chest, right on his heart. You moved your arm over his toned tummy, slightly tapping your fingers over the grooves of his muscles.

“There we go baby, you just lay there and relax now. It’s okay, I’ve got you my girl.”

A few minutes of silence passed as Toto gently run his fingers through your hair, up and down your back and over your shoulder.

“Toto?”

“Yes, baby? What is it?”

“We’re never gonna meet her.”

You didn’t know if it was a girl or a boy, but your initial thought was it was a girl. You don’t know why. It’d been playing on your mind all day whenever you caught yourself thinking about what would’ve been, what could’ve been and what should’ve been.

A deep breath came from the pits of his stomach as he saw your heart break in front of him.

“I know darling, I know. But look…” he pointed out towards the night sky, a sky full of stars. A sky so beautiful, that you would’ve thought you’d made it up.

“She’s up there. She knows you’re looking at her. Hey, she’s that really bright one, look” he points to a specific star, that is, quite literally, the brightest one in the sky. “She’s bigger than the whole sky, isn’t she?” he looks down at you, as you’d cocked your head to see the star he was talking about. Making eye contact, one side of his mouth turned into a slight smile, as he leant down to kiss you on the lips. “I love you, little one.”

You kissed him back, finally feeling like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders now he was home.

“I love you too, Papi.”

He smiled down at you again, bringing his hand up to the side of your face and gently guiding your head to lay on his chest. You heard him snuffle, and felt a teardrop on hairline where your hair meets your forehead.

“Toto?” You looked up at him, tears in his eyes as he looked out of the window.

He responded immediately. “It’s okay, baby. I’m okay, I’m just so sorry I wasn’t here.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m sorry for not telling you when it happened. I just didn’t want to pull you away from work and—“

“Baby listen to me. You are my world, ok? Nothing is more important than you. I would sail the seven oceans to be with you in a heartbeat. Don’t ever think anything is more important than you, Schatz. I love you so much it hurts.”

He looked down at you again, kissing the top of your head and stroking your hair. “You can rest now, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

You closed your eyes and felt your entire body relax into the indentation of his body, and sunk into the bed with him. The soft strokes of his hands over your arms, hair and back brought you more comfort than you’d ever felt before, and the sound of his slow controlled breathing meant your breathing started syncing with his. You both drifted off to sleep, holding each other close. His arms wrapped around you, you laying on his chest.

This was home. He was home. He is your home.

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#toto wolff #f1 x reader #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff fic #daddy wolff #f1 #soft toto for once #soft toto wolff #toto wolff fluff

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Monsters among us

Daryl Dixon x Reader | pt.2

Your water breaks in the middle of nowhere but to your luck you stumble onto the prison where you find the man of your nightmares.

Angst? Childbirth. Conflicted feelings.

🐺 🐺 🐺

The fence beyond the tree line was the best thing you had seen in a while.

You stumbled out of the woods and into the field, keeping your distance from the walkers and looking for a way in.

If someone would see you right now they'd shoot you on sight, mistaking you for being a walker as well.

Blood ran down your legs, walking with a limp and hunched over clutching your stomach that spasmed with every step you took.

Spotting what looked like a gate at the other side of the field you tried your hardest to speed up your waddle, crying out with every few steps.

Closing in you spotted figures walking around behind the gate before hearing a woman's voice yell out to get to the gates.

A large, metal door opened and an armed man ran out in your direction, keeping his gun pointed at you as he approached.

"Are you alone? Bit?" He called out before stopping near you.

"Alone. Not bit. Please help me." You wobbled in place, looking up at the man who was reaching out a hand for you to take. It was clear by now you weren't a threat. "We have a doctor, he'll look at you."

Once inside you were immediately led to a secluded cell where an elderly man and woman came to your side.

"Oh dear, its good you found us." The woman called as soon as she saw you and was on you in a second helping you out of your ill fitting sweatpants and ordering the younger women who came looking to grab a list of items.

"Miss, how long would you guess have you been in labor?" The old man asked as his hands found their way between your legs as soon as the woman had your pants off.

"M.. morning.." You stammered as the sharp pain returned and you cried out.

A hand reached for yours as the woman appeared at your side.

"I'm Carol. This is Hershel. We'll help you get this baby out, okay?"

You nodded, breathing through the pain and thanking them.

Soon the younger ones returned with supplies and a warm rag was cleaning you up to better assess the situation.

Hershel's hand felt around your belly and checked you up, announcing you were gonna have to push at the next contraction.

Soon you were making good progress but both adults' faces drained of any color before Carol excused herself. You followed her figure and saw her grab one of the women on stand-by and send her off.

"Sweetie, can you tell me who the dad is?" Carol's soft voice was next to you again as hershel kept his attention on the child.

You shook your head and dropped the subject as her hands were needed on your other end.

Before you could ask anything a man was dragged into the room. "Why'dya want me he--" he stopped dead in his tracks. Your gaze mirroring his shocked one as he quickly stepped closer making you flinch.

"Stay away from me." You shook as your belly spasmed. You cried from exhaustion but also from terror. You curled into yourself as he stepped up to Hershel, hoping he'd tell him something but he only pointed him back to Carol.

He knew why he was there, the reason he was called was currently making its way out of you. He recognised you, you haunted his nightmares.

Little did he know he haunted yours too.

"Why'd you call me here? Huh? She say somethin'?" He snapped, voice loud and deep, rumbling low in his throut sounded a growl right at the same time your child seemed to start moving around. "Get him out!" You screamed in his direction before Carol could form an answer. Not even you knew if you meant the man or the baby, but Carol seemed to decide on shoving the man out of the room.

"Okay, out with you. We'll talk later." He let himself be shoved out but not without protest. They cursed among each other all the way down the hall and right before the slam of a door rung through the building you heard the man roar. "I should have all right to talk ta her. Tha's mah goddamn kid in there!"

If the whole prison hadn't heard you scream in pain you'd be surprised, but it was done and you were patched up and brought to rest in a cell near the others'

You had passed out the second Hershel has pulled the baby from your body and when you woke up in the cell you were welcomed by one of the younger women who was with you earlier. She told Carol was taking care of your son.

"My name's Maggie," The woman introduced herself as Hershel's daughter. "How do know Daryl?"

You gave her a confused look before realizing Daryl must be the man that had showed up earlier.

Before you could answer a shadow appeared behind the curtain and Carol announced her presence.

She walked in with a bundle wrapped in cloth and an apologetic look in her eyes.

In this world it wasn't hard to know what that look meant. Especially as she held your child fully covered in her arms. Eyes wide and brimming with tears you looked at her but were quickly distracted by movement. The cloth slipped and draped over her wrist and revealed the back of a head, covered in a layer of light brown hair and what looked like large, upward pointing ears.

"Carol?" You couldn't find words so you waited until she moved closer to sit next to you.

"I really don't want to scare you, but Daryl demanded to see his son so I went to him. He really wants to talk but I needed you to see your son first and decide if you agree to talk."

You heard her talk but honestly didn't register a single word except 'Daryl' and 'your son'.

Your son who you were currently staring at, still in Carol's arms.

Your son that you had earlier today.

Your son, that the monster who murdered your entire camp had put inside of you.

That monster who walked around this prison in human skin. The skin you saw in your nightmares.

"He's like him." Voicing your observation was the first thing on your mind to kill the silence hanging in the cell.

Carol smiled at your at least not terrified words and held out the child for you to hold, or just look at. Which ever you preferred.

Your hand lifted closer slowly until a yawn spooked you and you pulled back. A stubby muzzle appeared from Carol's chest, now no longer tucked into her but staring right at you. Bright blue eyes in a soft furred face.

With shaking hands you tried again to reach out and pick him up. You really wanted to try because even if he looked like his father, he didn't have to be like him.

Carol helped you properly hold the pup against you and suggested you try feeding him.

"You mean, let him drink from me? Won't he bite my tit off?"

Both women laughed at your silly but genuine concern and assured you it would be okay, helped you with your shirt and bra and made sure the little one latched on properly.

It was insane, seeing the large not-entirely-wolf pup feeding off you. You spent so much time denying the fact of the beast being the one getting you pregnant, but here you were.

"Can you go get him?" You looked over at Maggie who nodded and walked out in search of Daryl.

Carol couldn't stop smiling at the way you progressed from screaming at him to leave, to asking to see him while you fed your child.

Only a short moment later Maggie returned with Daryl walking in right behind her.

A soft "hey," left his lips as he looked you over. Your pup was still happily drinking from you and the angry, terrified energy you held earlier was nowhere to be sensed. "M'sorry." He switched places with Carol so he could be close to you both, hoping his pup would sense him now that he was awake.

"How'd ya recognise me earlier?" His voice was so much softer than before and your pup stirred in his presence and a soft whine left his lips.

Your hand went to caress fhe fur between his ears as you talked. About the nightmares and the lies you came up with to stay sane.

Daryl returned the gesture with his own collection of nightmares of tearing a camp and this until now unknown woman to shreds. Except he never knew you were actually still alive.

He never came across any other survivors and couldn't remember your scent so he had nothing to track. He apologised uncountable times during your conversation and offered you anything you could want or need.

"What are ya namin' him?" It was the one question that mulled around in your head the whole time and Daryl beat you to it. You gave him a look and thought it over.

"What about Hunter?"

A grumble sounded from next to you. "'s gon' be a hunter for sure, yeah." He nodded in agreement. "I like it.'

You were happy you so easily settled all those stupid new parent things, although you were going to have to talk and figure out what happened. With his other half pushing those memories away and your trauma response doing the same it was gonna be quite the challenge.

"I hope you don't mind me keeping this cell for just me and Hunter for now." You respected him being the father, and he was going to be a large part of your life and maybe eventually be your partner, even. But for now you wanted to get to know him first.

"Ya need space ta heal and get comfortable. I get it." He nodded in understanding and told you where to find him if either of you needed anything. "Ya can come see me anytime. I wanna check on ya both once a day if tha's good." Now it was your turn to nod in agreement.

You couldn't be happier with the welcoming nature of the group and the safety of the prison. This was going to be a nice home for you and your son.

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A/N: SO that was.. I feel like I can't write believable angst to save my life, but I hope you enjoyed that one.

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon #twd #twd au #twd x reader #twd imagine #werewolf #childbirth

[bun-lapin]

Hello I am not the same person who asked for the game night with the freshmen. But I really injoied it. Can u make a part 2./ gen pos

Hello and thanks for the request! I'm so glad you liked the first one! I loved writing the 'hanging out with your buddies' mood of this prompt. Really brought back a lot of fun memories from my high school days~! Hope it's ok that they're playing a different game this time and that I tweaked the rules a bit to fit the story better. I also tried out a slightly different formatting due to the extra dialogue <3

Game night part 1: link here

CW: humor, platonic friendship, silly time

First Years Game Night: part 2

Walking into the lounge with a broom and dustpan in hand, you take in the chaotic scene of spilled popcorn on the floor, countless empty cans of juice scattered around the room, and your fellow first years excitedly shouting and running all over the place. You stride over to where Grim is lounging on a cushioned chair and hand him the cleaning tools with a stern look. He reluctantly takes the broom from you and sighs, “Yeah, yeah I got it. My mess, my job to clean it up.” He halfheartedly begins cleaning and you turn to face the rest of the group as Ace begins speaking.

“Alright everyone!” Ace shouts and everyone settles down. “Time for our next game which is: Who am I?” He holds up a small box of folded paper scraps and shakes it. “I just finished writing the names and the overall category is important people on campus. So basically housewardens, vice housewardens, staff, you get the picture. The teams have been reshuffled and you’ll have one minute to ask as many ‘yes or no’ questions as you can to your partner to figure out who you are. Everyone understand?” He grins as everyone nods their head. “Sweet! Let’s get this game started then!”

Round 1: Ace ❤️ and Deuce ♠️

Ace stands with his back to the group as Deuce fishes out a random name from the box. He sticks the paper to Ace’s back with some tape and then walks over to stand facing him. The rest of the first years stand behind Ace and read the name on his back. Epel tries not to burst out laughing when he sees the name ‘Vil Schoenheit’.

Ace: Am I a housewarden? Deuce: Yes. Ace: Sweet! That narrows it down to like seven people! Ace: Am I rich? Deuce: What!? How would I even know something like that?! Jack: The rules state you can only answer yes or no! Deuce: (He thinks really hard as many seconds go by) ...Yes? Ace: Do I put a lot of care into my appearance? Deuce: Yeah! Ace: Am I a hard worker? Deuce: Yes. (You hear Epel sigh very tiredly next to you.)

Ace suddenly yells out, “I got it! I’m Azul Ashengrotto!” The timer rings out.

As Ace checks the paper on his back, everyone sits in stunned silence thinking about how Vil and Azul share a surprising amount of characteristics.

Round 2: Jack 🐺 and Sebek 🐊

Jack tapes his selected name to Sebek’s back and then swiftly takes his place facing his teammate. Everyone else leans in to read the paper and then immediately hold their sides with silent laughter as they see the name ‘Malleus Draconia’ taped to Sebek’s back.

As soon as the timer is started, Sebek begins shouting a stream of questions without leaving a single pause for Jack to answer back.

Covering his ears with his hands, a pained grimace on his face, Jack yells back, “Stop! Stop! My hearing is way more sensitive than anyone else here! Plus, you’re going too fast for me to even answer!”

Sebek begins yelling in a slightly reduced volume about how speed is of the essence and the last team lost because they ran out of time. The timer continues to tick away and Jacks yells over Sebek’s voice, “Our time’s almost out! Ask something!”

Sebek shouts, “Alright! Fine! Am I Lord Mal-” The timer’s ringing cuts him off.

The rest of the room dies laughing while Jack and Sebek start arguing and throwing couch cushions at each other.

Round 3: Epel 🍎 and Grim 🐱

Epel tapes the name to Grim’s ribbon (because the tape doesn’t stick very well to his fur) and then stands facing him. The rest of the group raise their eyebrows in mild surprise as everyone reads the name ‘Dire Crowley’ on the paper. Making sure Grim can’t hear, Ace starts a bet about whether or not he’ll be able to guess in time. You’re the only one to wager in favor of Grim.

Grim: Am I a member of the staff? Epel: Yes! Grim: Am I well dressed? Epel: Uhh... (He looks towards you and, making sure no one is looking, you slightly nod at Epel) Yes? Grim: Am I good at my job? Epel: (He looks at you again but this time the rest of the group are watching you like hawks) ...Yes?

Grim laughs and jokes, “Well if I’m good at my job, there’s no way I’m Crowley, right?” Grim sees the expression on Epel’s face and shouts, “Wait! Epel! Am I Crowley!?”

The timer rings and you collect your winnings from the bet as Grim yells at Epel that his opinion of the headmaster is too high.

Round 4: Ortho 🤖 and You 🦐

As you stand with your back to your friends, you hear Ortho grab a piece of paper from the box and then you feel him tape it on your back. You raise an eyebrow in fierce curiosity as you hear everyone burst out laughing behind you.

You: Am I a member of the staff? Ortho: No. You: Am I a vice housewarden? Ortho: No.

You silently celebrate because with those two questions, you realize you must be a housewarden. There are only five people you could be because Vil and Malleus have already been selected.

You quickly go through the list of remaining housewardens, leaving enough of a pause for Ortho to respond, and ask if you’re each one. Ortho responds ‘No’ to each question.

You pause with intense confusion, trying to remember if you’ve left a name off the list. While you’re thinking, the timer rings and you rip the paper off your back to read the answer.

Everyone else in the room falls to the floor with laughter as you read the piece of paper with your name on it. You smile and laugh along with your friends, feeling just how important you are to this close knit group of first years.

#request writing #twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst first years #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #ortho shroud #sebek zigvolt #twst grim #twst x reader #fluff and humor #bun-lapin écrit

[xxcatzladyxx]

Tamaki x Fem! Reader

Hello everyone! ❤️ I'm back with the cutie, Tamaki. Enjoy it! Do you want a second part? Let me know.

Have a good read!

Your Wolfi 🐺

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"(y/n)..Is she with someone?" Tamaki asks to himself. Nejire, who is standing next to him, has heard every single word and answers his question.

"No, why?" her gaze darts to the boy next to her. "Aww..you like (y/n)!" she jumps up and down excitedly like a little kid at Christmas.

Tamaki's dark eyes take on the size of plates. He looks at Nejire. What has he done? Did he just say that out loud? Or has Nejire started reading minds? No, that's not her Quirk. Tamaki could smack himself. He spoke his thoughts out loud.

'You idiot, Tamaki,' he thinks. No one should know about his secret love for you. He hasn't even told his best friend Mirio and now it's just bursting out of him. Can't a black hole form underneath him and pull him into the infinite darkness? His nervousness is building up inside him. He would like to go home and never leave his room again in his life. God, that's embarrassing!

"Don't say anything! Please..Nejire, I don't think..-Oh God, she's coming towards us..." just as Tamaki has found his voice again, it always fades away too. The moment he sees you walking around the corner. You recognize him and Nejire immediately and head purposefully towards them. Tamaki doesn't know how to deal with the situation, so he does what he always does. He turns towards a wall to avoid your field of vision. At least that's what he thinks.

You giggle at his reaction on the way to the two of them. You think his shyness is just cute. The boy is pure sugar! You fell in love with him at first sight. Not only does he have a great character, you think. He's also incredibly handsome in your eyes. Especially his pointy ears! You would love to touch them. The dark side of you conjures up images in your head of Tamaki's reaction if you were to actually do it. No, evil, dark side! Off! Not now. I'd love to do it again tonight when you're in bed, but right now it's very inappropriate.

"Hello, you two! Nice to see you! How are you?" you greet the two of them. A big smile graces your lips. Tamaki looks at you from the side and his cheeks immediately turn red. You're driving him crazy!

"Hello, (y/n)! Nice to see you too! Isn't it, Tamaki?" she nudges the dark-haired boy with her elbow. He probably finds the wall more interesting than you. "We're both doing great, and you?" she asks you.

"I'm fine too, thanks for asking! I'm just a bit exhausted from training today," you answer her. You chat about God and the world, trying to get Tamaki involved. But that's as far as it goes. He keeps glancing at you from the side. Why did you have to steal his heart too? And why do you have to be such a pretty girl? You'll drive him crazy.

"Where's Mirio anyway?" you ask after an eternity. It's unusual not to find the blond with his best friend. Your question stabs Tamaki through the heart. Do you like Mirio? Do you love him? Or why the sudden question about him?

"Oh, he's been called to All Might," Nejire smiles cheerfully. "Ah..okay. I was wondering...Um...do you want to do something together after school?" your eyes fall on Tamaki. His head is still leaning against the wall. He's holding his tie tensely in his hand. When your eyes meet, he looks down.

"Unfortunately, I can't today. I still have a lot to do. I don't know about Mirio either. But our dear Tamaki has time. I know that!" Tamaki scowls at Nejire. It looks more like a child sulking at his mother because he didn't get his beloved sweet.

"I'm right, aren't I Tamaki?" she smiles at him with her eyes closed. "Y-yes..." he stammers. "Oh great. Shall we go to the park after school and get some ice cream? It's such nice weather today."

Nejire takes the word for the shy boy.

"Tamaki loves doing that! Then I'll see you two sweeties after school. Unfortunately, we have to go back to class now. Say goodbye to your sweetheart!" babbles the blue-haired girl. The school bell sounds at just the right moment. Before she can pull Tamaki after her, he gathers all his courage.

"T-then see you later at the school gate, (y-y/n). I..I'm looking forward to it!" he smiles at you uncertainly and his head resembles a tomato. "See you later, Tamaki! I'm looking forward to it too! Bye, you two!"

You part ways. Your heart is pounding in your throat. You feel incredibly happy and are looking forward to meeting Tamaki. Maybe you can confess your love to him there.

#tamaki amajiki #tamaki #amajiki tamaki #suneater #bnha x reader #bnha #reader #x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #y/n #female

[jungkookslipring]

Giggles for Lixie pt 2.

So I made a pt 2 lmao🤣 Lee!Felix is my favorite okay???😀 anyways hope you enjoy!! Check out pt 1 if you haven’t!! : https://www.tumblr.com/jungkookslipring/714437363474022400/giggles-for-lixie

Lee! Felix 🐥

Ler! Chan 🐺

It was a fairly quiet day in the dorms. The Aussie brothers had nothing to do that day so they decided it would be fun to spend the whole day together. They live in seperate dorms now so it’s harder to find quality time nowadays.

Currently, the two were watching Deadpool all cuddled up on Chan’s bed. Chan had Felix sitting in his lap with his back against his chest. The youngest Aussie has his head tucked under his oldest brother's chin while Chan wrapped his arms around the younger’s stomach. Felix was completely relaxed in Chan’s arms until Chan started rubbing his stomach. Felix bit his lip trying to suppress a giggle. He was the biggest lee in their group, and was a victim at least 3 times a week.

Of course, Chan noticed immediately.

“You good Lix?” He asked, biting back a smile. Felix tried to play it cool, not letting his Hyung catch him red handed. Chan shrugged and continued his movements, pretending like he doesn’t know his actions are torturing his Aussie brother. He switched from rubbing his stomach to lightly scratching it. Felix jumped at that and covered his mouth. There was a particularly funny scene playing, and Chan took that opportunity to take it to the next level.

“Isn’t this scene so funny?” He laughed as he pressed his fingers a little deeper into Felix’s tummy. Lix let out a giggle trying to cover up the fact his giggles were from Chan and not Ryan Renolds. This continued on for a while until Chan decided to go in for the kill and squeeze Felix’s tummy rapidly when another funny scene popped up. Chan laughed the second Felix did, making himself seem innocent while he was squeezing the heck out of the younger.

“CHANNIE HYUHUHUHUNG IHIHIHIHT TIHIHIHICKLES” Felix managed to squeak out as he shook his head laughing. Channie giggled as he started scribbling at Felix’s abs. Felix threw his head back onto Chan’s shoulder and just let it happen. He had no fighting chance against Chan as he was too skilled, not that Felix minded. He stopped fighting with his body and just went limp in Chan’s hold, laughing to his heart's content. Chan cooed as his hand slithered into one of Lix’s armpits. Felix squeaked and fell into full on laughter as his ears turned red. Chan let go of Felix’s arms and swiftly stuck his hand into his other armpit while keeping a tight grip on Lix’s waist with his legs. Felix crossed his arms over his chest and tried to curl up on himself as much as possible, when in reality the only thing he could move was his head as he hid his face in Chan’s neck laughing his ass off. Chan was so whipped for this kid.

“Awww cuuuuuuute” he giggled as he continued to tickle the poor Aussie’s armpits.

“IHIHIHITS AHAHAHAHAH IHIHITS TOOHOO MUHUHUHUCH” Lix screamed.

This went on for a while until Chan felt tears on his neck. He slowly stopped his actions and pulled away to look at his Aussie. Lix had tears from all the laughing and had a big ol smile on his face. Chan knew he was fine but still wanted to check in.

“Are you okay Lix?” He asked rubbing his shoulders. Felix giggled as he wiped his eyes.

“Yeah…thank you Channie Hyung,” he answered shyly. Chan smiled and hugged his baby.

“Anytime bug,” he said as Lix situated himself back into their first position to finish off the movie.

#skz fanfic #stray kids #stray kids x stay #stray kids fluff #bang chan #lee felix #hyunjin #lee know #changbin #han jisung #jeongin #seungmin #stray kids tickle #tickling kpop #kpop tickle

[starlitangels]

Handy Wolf

alternative title: Made of Broken Pieces Husband and I are doing small fixes to our apartment. This sprung from that 1.7k words

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Five Years Ago...

Incoming Call... Bossman 🐺

I snatched my phone. “Hey David, what’s up?” I asked.

“Asher nearly burned our cabinets trying to make a grilled cheese. I can fix it but it’d go a lot faster if I had an extra set of hands that actually knew what they were doing.”

I rubbed my face. “Give me a half-hour and I’ll be there,” I grumbled.

“Thanks, Tank.”

“Mmhmm.” I hung up.

With a sigh, I swung out of bed and started rooting around on the floor for my jeans in the half-light. The one-night-stand trashbag entreated me to come back to bed. That it was too early to get up.

I found my jeans and yanked them on, followed by the tank top that had been haphazardly thrown over my lamp for whatever reason.

I shoved my feet into socks and then my boots. “You’d better be gone by the time I get back,” I snarled at them. “Or else you’re going to have my claws at your throat. And don’t touch anything.”

They moaned in complaint as I snatched my leather jacket off the door knob and stormed out of the bedroom to go get my keys and working gloves.

I left my apartment and stomped down to my motorcycle, kicking it to life and thundering out of the parking lot.

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Three Years Ago...

Incoming Call... Prickstian 🐺

“What do you want, Christian?” I demanded.

“Something happened to my bed frame. It fell apart last night. Do you think you could take a look at it? Maybe try to fix it?”

I snorted. “You and Amanda have fun?” I teased.

He spluttered. “That’s—that’s not—I just—”

I burst out laughing. “Say please and buy me lunch and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “Please.”

“Give me forty-five minutes to get home to grab my tools, then get to your place. Bye.”

“Bye.”

I hung up and went to find my keys.

“Where ya goin’, Big Bad Wolf?” A familiar figure leaned against the doorway to his bedroom while I fished around in his kitchen for my keys. Where had they fallen out?

“Pack calls,” I said.

Quinn hummed in disappointment. “Shame,” he crooned. I rolled my eyes. “You really shouldn’t let them boss you around so much.”

“They don’t. They ask.” I pulled the keys from where they’d ended up in the basket that normal people would keep some fruit in and turned around. “I won’t be coming back tonight.”

Quinn pouted. “I don’t get to see you?”

“No.” I scooped my boots off the ground, jammed them on, and stomped out the door with my keys in my hand, slamming it behind me. If Christian made some comment about the blood on me, I was going to pummel him into next week.

—

One Year Ago...

Incoming Call... Pizza Guy 🍕

I took a deep breath, preparing for the onslaught, and answered. “Hey Guy. What’s up?”

“Heeey Tanker! Remember Geordi from middle school?”

“You two were a package deal, of course I do.”

“Well... his heater busted last night and he called me to see if I knew anyone who might be able to fix it. And you were the first one I thought of.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Text me his address,” I said. “I haven’t seen him since middle school. And you owe me one for this, Guy.”

“I solemnly swear I will personally deliver you an on-me pizza sometime later this week.”

I leaned against my kitchen counter. Sam had invited me over to his place for the first time later this week... “Any day but Friday and you’re on.”

“Deal!”

“Text me the address.”

“You got it!” He hung up.

I sighed and went to go get my toolbox from my storage closet. Technically it was supposed to be a pantry but I always seemed to store anything but food in there. No wonder Sam had given me a look and a sarcastic comment when he opened it.

I grabbed my toolbox and working gloves—and car keys. I wouldn’t be able to take the motorcycle with my box.

My phone went off. I glanced down at it.

New Message Pizza Guy 🍕 Here’s the address!

I copied the address as soon as the second text came through and put it in my map app as I locked the apartment door behind me and went to the parking garage.

I followed the navigation to Geordi’s house—halfway across Dahlia, thanks Guy—and knocked on the door.

The man who opened the door looked almost exactly how I remembered him. Just older and his hair had darkened from just straight-up blond to riding the cusp between dirty-blond and light brown while his curls had gotten even more voluminous—if that was even possible. His eyes widened on seeing me. “Whoa. Tank—you... you got big.”

I laughed. “Yup.” I popped the p. “Guy let you I was coming?”

“Yeah. C’mon in.” He beckoned me inside. I stepped in. The house wasn’t as big as David’s but it was really cute. In the same sort of nerdy-but-still-aesthetically-pleasing way Geordi used to decorate his school binders. “I’ll show you to the furnace.”

“Thanks.”

I followed him down some stairs to a semi-finished basement, where the furnace was free-standing around some wooden planks that would be studs if the walls were ever put up around them.

“Do you need me to stay and help?” Geordi asked, rocking up onto his tiptoes and back down.

“Uh...” I looked around as I pulled on my gloves. “Give me a few minutes to see what’s up and if I need you I’ll holler.”

“Okay.” He went back upstairs while I started to poke around.

I knelt and peered low at the furnace, searching for the pilot light. It was shut off but didn’t respond when I tried to turn it back on, so that definitely wasn’t the only problem. I made a face and huffed in frustration.

“Geordi never mentioned that the infamous Tanker from middle school was a shifter,” a voice said.

I twisted to see a person standing between two of the wooden planks. I raised a brow and concentrated on auras for a moment. Telepath. I snorted. “Well. He didn’t know,” I replied nonchalantly. “How could he? It wasn’t like I could tell him.” I narrowed my eyes as I felt magic poking around my brain. “Get out of my head, Telepath. You’re not gonna like what you find.”

They didn’t reply, but their magic didn’t retreat either.

Rolling my eyes and clenching my fingers around one of my tools, I dredged up a memory. Not my worst one of Quinn, but one of the darker times with him. One of the ones that hurt.

The Telepath cringed and their magic vanished from within my head. I snorted in satisfaction and went back to examining the furnace. “Geordi know about you?” I asked. “Know what you are?”

“Yes,” they replied slowly. When I peeked back at them they were staring at me wide-eyed.

“Good.” I threw my head over my shoulder. “Geordi!” I shouted. “Come give me a hand!”

His footsteps thundered down the stairs and he reappeared, granting a kiss to his partner before slipping past them to kneel next to me.

“Before I start,” I said. “Long story short, now that you know about magic, I can tell you that I’m a werewolf. Guy doesn’t know. Guy can’t know unless someone applies for him to get the same status you have with the magical government.” I handed him the tool in my hand and he accepted it while giving me a similar wide-eyed stare as his partner’s. “Now. I’ll explain everything as I fix it so if this happens again, you’ll know what to do, okay?”

“O-okay. Are you just gonna gloss over the werewolf thing, then?” he demanded.

“Pretty much.” I cleared my throat. “This is actually a relatively simple fix, which is a good thing. So. Look where I’m pointing.”

—

Present Day...

“—I can get over there as soon as the sun’s outta the way,” Sam was saying as I slipped into his house and eased the door shut behind me. “Until then you’ll just have to be patient.” Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. “Look, it’s not the end of the world if you have to put off doin’ a load for a couple hours.” He paused. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll see you later. Bye.” He set his phone down.

“What was that about?” I asked.

“Vincent’s washin’ machine ain’t workin’ right. He can fix a car engine in his sleep but appliances escape him,” Sam said. “And I can’t go over and look until the sun goes down so he’s just gotta wait.”

“I can go take a look at it,” I offered.

“Darlin’—”

“What? I’m good at appliances. Good at fixing most things, really. Happens when you’re made of broken pieces yourself. I can at least go see what the problem is and then go to the store and get whatever you and I would need to fix it together.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Why? He’s like a brother to you. You’re my mate. That practically makes him my brother-in-law. And we help our family whenever we can, right?”

Sam gave me a soft look and a gentle kiss on the forehead. “I can’t stop ya even if I wanted to, can I?”

“No.”

He sighed. “Fine. Go check it out. Don’t be gone too long, though, okay?”

I smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Promise. I’ll be back sooner than you think.” I slid out of his hold and dodged back toward the front door.

“Don’t fix the damn washin’ machine without me!” Sam called after me.

“No promises, cowboy!” I threw over my shoulder. “If it’s an easy fix I’ll just get it done!”

Sam caught me before I stepped into the sun. “You’re not made-a broken pieces, darlin’. Never think that for a second, ya hear?”

I gave him a melancholy look. “Maybe,” I said. I kissed him again and slid over the threshold.

I shut the front door behind me and got back on my motorcycle. I’d been to Vincent’s once, and hadn’t even gotten out of the car. But I was fairly certain I remembered how to get there.

Made much easier by being able to smell Sam’s scent along the path.

I gunned the bike and hurled down the forested road.

—

Tag list: @zozo-01 @darlin-collins @thegoldenlittlerose @mainhoesstuff

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Darlin' #Darlin' #Starlit Fic

[slightlystupidhun]

Skating Around Us

(Valentines Edition)

This is a Valentine’s Day special!! I’m giving gifts for my readers and also the ones who inspired each AU! I hope you like it! More will be coming out later this week. I caught COVID, literally tested positive after posting this so it may take longer to put out!! I’m so sorry!

PT. 1

Summary: An Asher x Baabe Fic. Asher is a hockey player and Baabe is a figure skater. @itsdaifuku is the reason for this fic!!!

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It had been a long year for Asher and Baabe. Stanley Cup Winner, Asher, had recently begun the new hockey season. His partner, Babe, or Skates, depending on who you ask, had won the Winter Olympics gold metal and started competing again recently. They found themselves being pulled in every which direction, ones that often pulled them away from one another.

Tonight was Asher’s first night before a week off. He wanted to meet up with Babe, maybe catch a bite, and spend some… Quality time… together.

He took out his keys, turning them in the lock. He opened the door, expecting to be greeted by his wonderful partner, but was only met by silence.

“Babe? Baabe?!” He called out to them earning no response. He checked his phone only to see a message light up on his screen.

BAABE 😍💕💍

Hey!! Head to the kitchen and look in the front drawer, the one with the cookie cutters.

ASH 🐺❤️😘

What’s going on?

He gained no response so he decided to follow his partners directions. He dropped his bag in the doorway and walked over to the drawer opening it to find a small box and a note. He opened the box to find the watch that he had been looking at for weeks on it. He loved how perceptive Baabe was, he loved how well they knew him. He unfolded the note, written on hot pink paper.

‘I hope you like the gift! I hope it fits you well! Humor me and join the hunt. Where do we always build pillow forts?’ The note read out. Asher smiled to himself, ah it was a scavenger hunt. He decided he’d take the bait. He knew immediately where they were leading him. He walked into the living room and found a box full of his favorite snacks. This basket had a yellow note on it. He picked up the note and unfolded it, almost dropping it as he also opened the bag of one of his favorite snacks, stuffing some of its contents in his mouth.

‘I’m proud of you! You found the clue. Now this next one won’t be an easy target. It’s moving and living and breathing. They’re a bruiser, but not to worry they have a doctor on their side. With them your next clue does reside.’ Oh no. He had to track down Tanker? If they didn’t want to be found, it would be hell finding them. He quickly took out his phone and called them.

‘Ring Ring’

‘Ring Ring’

‘Ring-‘

“Hello?” Tanks voice came from the other end of the line.

“Tank, Where might you be?” Asher asked innocently enough. He could hear Tank chuckle.

“I’m at Sam’s house. We have a dinner reservation at 6. You got 20 minutes before we head out. Good luck, oh and bring your skates.” They hung up and he grabbed his skates and keys before heading out. He quickly started his car and headed out. He arrived at Sam’s house with two minutes to spare. He walked over and knocked on the door.

“Hello Ash.” Sam said answering the door.

“Hey is Tank here?” Ash asked getting right to the point.

“I’m right here Ash.” They walked forward checking their bag. They reached into their pocket pulling out a note and handed it to him.

“Thank you!” He read the note.

‘I’m glad you made it in time, now if you don’t mind. Take a look back, at the leader of your pack.’ He finished the note.

“Good luck getting to David.” Sam said as him and Tanker got in the truck driving off.

Asher nodded and quickly took out his phone. He called David.

‘Ring ring’

‘Ring ring’

“Ash?” The voice rang across the line.

“Hey Buddy, where you at?” Asher asked cheerfully.

“My House.” He responded before hanging up.

Asher got in his car and drove over, pulling into David’s driveway and jumping out. He knocked on David’s door. This time David answered the door, before Angel pushed passed him and handed Asher the note.

‘Great Job on finding Davey,’ he began to read aloud, David groaning at the nickname. ‘Now find someone who skates with me. He is a literally a star, from David he lives, not far.’

“They mean Vincent right?” He looked over at Angel, who nodded in return. “Thank you!” He ran back to his car and drove off. He knocked on the door of Vincent’s home.

“Well Hello there,” Vincent said answering the door with lovely under his arm. He held out the note between two fingers.

“Hello.” Ash said as he took the paper, reading it aloud.

‘Great Job finding Vincent and Lovely, their a great pair. You have a final spot to clear the air. Your manager and their boyfriend hold the clue, that in the end will bring me to you.’

The pair bid him goodbye as he texted Stealth.

BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIEND 🥱🤭

Wya?! 🤔🤔🤔

MANAGER 🫥🏒

At my house. Hurry Up 🥱

He shoved his phone in his pocket before heading up to their house. He was still excited to participate but he was getting restless. He wanted to see them already. He walked up to their door but they already had it opened and were holding the note out to him. Milo was wrapped around them.

“Thanks!” Ash said taking the note.

‘Thanks for finding them. Now for your final clue, look back to where it all began.’ Where it all began? Where was that. He creased his brows how he always had when he was thinking. He suddenly popped up.

“RINK C!” He yelled out. He jumped up and ran to his car. “THANK YOU!!” He yelled out to them heading over to the rink. He carefully parked his car before grabbing his skates and heading inside. He made a bee line for rink C. He finally arrived and pushed open the large glass doors. He saw that the room was dimmed, save from the few candles outlining the rink. He walked over the the red bench where he had met his now partner.

On it he discovered a bouquet of carnations and red roses. Attached to them was one last note.

‘Skate up and get out on the ice.’ He did just that and quickly headed out onto the ice. Suddenly he heard the doors open and saw babe coming over to join him.

“Hey Baabe. Thank you for all of this.” He smiled as they came right up to him. “What’s this all been about huh?” He smiled as he rubbed their arms.

“Well,” they began as they got down on one knee.

“Why are we getting on our knees?” Asher said beginning to bend down. They quickly pushed him back up.

“No no! I’m supposed to be down here. You stay there.” They sighed as they looked up at him. “Asher. I love you so much. From the first date we had, I knew we were made for each other. You have taught me how to be firm in love. You taught me what genuine, true love feels like. And for this I am forever grateful.” They took a deep breath, choking back tears. “You are the one for me. We have stuck with each other through thick and thin and there is no one else I would rather do life with.” They reached into their pocket and pulled out a box, opening it to reveal a shiny silver ring. “I love you more than words can express. Will you do the honor of being my husband?” They looked up at him hopefully. He had tears in his eyes.

“Oh my- Yes! I love you so much!” He kissed them tenderly, lovingly. They could taste the tears running down his face. He pulled away looking at them and slightly giggling to himself.

“What?” They asked standing up with him as he patted his pockets. He reached in and pulled out another shiny silver ring.

“Yeah I was just waiting for the right time.” He smiled at them grateful they were his and he was theirs. They decided they would love to stay like this forever, in each others presence and completely in love.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED

“I was waiting for the right time.” He smiled at them and kissed them again. They slid on his ring and he slid on theirs. They held hands and just stood in the others presence.

“I love you Ash.”

“I love you Babe.”

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!

#redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted david #milo redacted #redacted sam #sam x darlin #redacted asmr asher #redacted shaw pack #redacted asher #asher x babe #redacted #redacted fanfic

[xilianx]

Procrastinating writer ask game! 🍄⏱️♻️

HI HELLO THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!

🍄: Deprescribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”.

OOO THIS ONE IS INTERESTING. I'm going use the sequel AU oneshot (currently named 'Last Sunrise') with the Balder/Cereza/Morgana from my Hearth fic (it took a while to come up with something, this was harder than I thought). But way to describe it, in emoji form: "✉️+🐺=💔". This answers very little and can mean anything but that is the point lol Hopefully I can finish this fic one day!

🧭: An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

Also and interesting one, and one I'll throw at the next chapter for the Witch of Causality! The chapter names in this fic changed constantly. Currently it's simply named 'Sol' (this has the chance of changing later lmao), but it originally was labeled "Umbra of the Dunes" to then "Kingdom of the Dunes". CAN YOU SPOT THE PATTERN LMAO

♻️: A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

This one is kinda hard tbh Between the few WIPs I have, none really have any scrapped ideas or changes, EXCEPT one major change I made was for the next chapter of Witch of Causality, involving and an entirely different idea for what is happening in this alt-realty and the characters. I can't share it though...for spoiler reasons 😭 Perhaps I can share it afterward once the chapter is released.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK THOUGH, I HAD A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS!!

#ask #fic ask

[cryptid-pet]

Azushin Headcanons That Woke Me Up at 3 AM (Part Three)

Please respect my ship pspsp//TW: Implement of drugs//sexting//light gore convo//Self harm, DO NOT READ IF THESE BOTHER YOU!!!!

🔪Note and just a heads up, this is headcanon revolving around how Azusa and Shin would text BEFORE and DURING their relationship!!

🐺When they first exchanged numbers, the conversations were very dull, not even a lasting talk either

🔪Actually, it was really an exchange of phone numbers, Azusa managed to get Shin’s number through Carla after begging him 18292919119th times

🐺And since the number was unknown, it DID freak Shin the FUCK out, he even thought one of the Sakamakis (Laito) was trying to stalk him, but then realized it was Azusa and knew Carla gave out his number

🔪After a couple weeks, it came to them texting for school reasons, whether it was for homework or simply working on a collaborative project in the same class (Shin never does the work unlike Azusa so he does cheat his way through getting answers from him because Azusa is Azusa, he’s that sweet to tell Shin the answers)

🐺And then Azusa’s phase kicked in after months with talking about organs and whatnot (Yk, the phase that scared Yuma badly if you seen my discord screenshots lol)

🔪Shin would get these LONG ass messages from Azusa talking about the 1800’s and insane surgeries that probably aren’t even real, investing with maggots into human flesh, etc- AND IT DIDN’T REALLY CREEP SHIN OUT AT ALL (But he does bitch about the time)

Note: Sorry if the text looks weird, I tried to fix it for twenty minutes and it did nothing

🐺They got a good bond going with their dark humor, it escalated swimmingly too, they hardly had arguments towards school related issues

Now getting onto the way they text DURING the relationship

🔪It’s awkward, wicked awkward- Shin confesses and tries to play it cool and before he can even finish typing the next message, Azusa goes “Sure…I’ll date you…”

🐺It becomes difficult because neither one have any relationship experience with another person, ESPECIALLY with the SAME gender (Most their convos now are normal with the dark humor)

🔪It was rough and bumpy on road like this for the first few weeks, first couple months too, THEN it became a little flirtatious

🐺Shin made ALL the moves, trying to even start something up such as sexting, but Azusa is that simply minded and asked questions with what the hell Shin was saying

🔪Shin has once asked Azusa if they ever had sex would he give him head, all Azusa responses with was “Give you head of a penny…? A Human Head…? A skull…?”

🐺The funnier thing is that Kou LOVES to eavesdrop with Azusa on his phone, he would peer behind the couch and loom over Azusa’s shoulder going “ARE YOU TALKING TO SHIN-KUN AGAIN? IT’S BEEN FIVE HOURS!” (As Azusa doesn’t see the problem with that)

🔪On Shin’s end, Carla does not understand why he is always on the phone texting with Azusa since he considers such an impure breed to be a lower class to said Founders, it even BOTHERS Carla because he’s thus no into technology such as smartphones or laptops

🐺Azusa is more mentally unstable, sometimes he can’t even go to any of his siblings because it could lead into some heavy conversation that’s not needed, so his best option (other than Yui because they are close) is Shin

🔪For pride of a founder, Shin isn’t that good at comforting anyone other than his brother, so he’s very limited to wording things in a kind yet polite tone to provide emotional support (But he does try to work on it because he does listen to Azusa either way at the end of the day)

🐺Azusa knows this too with the sluggish yet put in effort Shin tries when trying to help him over messaging, he does also say this to Shin in person and thanks him, Shin shrugs it off (flushed at the cheeks) going “I-I only said all that so you could fucking sleep!”

Ok I’m done for now- SORRY THAT THIS TOOK 19292929 YEARS FOR ME TO POST [1/3] [2/3]

#diabolik lovers #azusa mukami #mukami azusa #tsukinami shin #shin tsukinami #diahell #dialovers headcanons #dialovers #azushin #nixxio headcanons #diabolik lovers headcanon

[bokettochild]

Hi. Congratulations on graduating. I’m so thankful you had those ladies to talk to yesterday. I bet it feels good to be done with all the school work.

If I might ask, what did you major in? It’s ok if you don’t wanna answer that.

-🪵🐺

Oh, it was my Associate of Arts, I'm planning on majoring in animation for my bachelors degree next year, but I'm planning to go to the school for that in person so I need to save and take care of some medical stuff here before I can actually attend. It's sort of my dream school though, so I'm really excited to be a step closer to it :)

#asks and answers #personal #timberwolf anon

[lnights]

hi bat! this is my (almost) daily joel/joonas mini fic idea because i can't get over the way you write them! what about something with joonas going on a date and it not going too well, and when he comes back he gets comforted by joel only for both of them to realize that they just want to be together? thank you! hope you have a great day <3 - 🐺

A day late but thank you Wolfie, glad you like how I write the twins.

...

"I swear I'm done with dating!" Joonas declared, flopping himself on to Joel's bed.

Joel came out of his bathroom a moment later, a toothbrush still in his mouth.

He looked at Joonas for a moment before going back, presumably to finish brushing and Joonas burrito-ed himself in the entire blanket, enjoying the extra weight to it.

Joel stepped back into the room, sans toothbrush, and sighed.

"what happened this time?" He asked, "that you felt the need to bust into my place past midnight and steal my blanket?"

"First, it's not bursting in, you have me a key," Joonas pointed out, "second, everything was bad!"

Joel sat by him, legs crossed, "like?" He asked

"They had a bunch of expectations on how they wanted their significant other to act, which ok maybe they were just trying to be up front but they were reeeeeallly aggressive about it."

Joel hummed a bit to show he was listening.

"and they were super rude to the waitstaff for no reason whatsoever."

"Gross," Joel muttered.

"They only talked about themselves the whole time. It went on like that the whole night, and then when I tried to tell them I didn't think it was going to work out they tried to kiss me!"

Joel shuddered, "sounds like a date from hell."

"Yep." Joonas sighed. "I wish I could find somebody that actually understood me, ya'know? Like you, we seem to understand each other without words most of the time, why can't I find that?"

"I know what you mean," Joel said with a nod, "last time I tried to go out, I just kept thinking how much easier it is hanging out with you. How do we find that?"

Joonas turned in his burrito to look up at his friend. "I don't know, I guess we're just really lucky to have each other. At least we both have someone who understands us."

They smiled at each other for a moment, and Joonas thought he saw something flicker in Joel's eyes before he looked away.

"I really like your weighted blanket." Joonas said softly, tugging it closer. "How come you never use it when I stay over?"

Joel was silent for a moment looking down at his crossed legs and picking up the hem of his sleep shorts.

"Joel?" Joonas tried to wiggle himself up into a sitting position, not an easy task but he managed.

"I don't need it when you're here." He answered quietly, "I sleep better when you're next to me."

His words hung in the air for a moment, Jonas not sure if he was even breathing as he contemplated the meaning behind them.

And suddenly everything clicked for him, why he always compared everyday he had to Joel, why he was the one he ran to again and again when things went bad, or even when they went well, he always wanted his approval.

It had always been him.

"Joel this might sound crazy." He started, "but if we are each other's ideals, maybe we should give each other a shot."

Joel finally met his gaze, and the warmth in his blue eyes was enough to make Joonas forget completely about the terrible date.

#answered asks #im an awkward 🦇 #wolfie 🐺 #mini fic

[parvulous-writings]

Your answers about your ocs is so good! I'm glad you're excited about it! Good thing you can ask character creator 👍 I love it especially Renton is quite strong because he has done a lot of physical labour at his farm which makes sense 🤔, he's unusually not a charismatic bard until later on 😲, he only knew how to play the ocarina at first (Interesting musical instrument 🎵), he's a great eater who would try new food 😋, his favourite food are homemade food like bread 🍞 & cake 🍰, he would be amazed at a crowd especially from a distance but he would be nervous if he's in a crowd because he never experienced it before which makes sense 🤔, he loves animals especially Scratch that it's difficult to separate them 😍, it reminds him of the animals back at home & he needs some furry company 🥹, he's wary about magical animals but he warms up to them quickly 🤭, he's quite naive but he doesn't take long to learn how big the world truly is 👍, he does fall for some tricks though 😅, he never had to think about his sexuality & identity before this adventure 🤔, Michael is from a small community at Rivington, he's the oldest of three younger brothers but he never met them before 🥺, he loves to walk through nature even though he's not a druid 👍, he loves to spend time with everyone especially listening to their stories ☺️, he's not fond of fighting & war although he would talk if someone asks him, he would fight if necessary or to protect someone but he never brag or gloat about it though 👍, his hobby is to write music about those he care about 🤭 although no one would know about it except him, he also enjoys stargazing ✨ & birdwatching 🐦‍⬛, the reasons he took an Oath is because he has seen injustice in his youth as well as his father & elders influenced him to give justice to everyone ⚖️, Markus is bitter because he hasn't been able to do anything to save his home 😭, his favourite wildshape forms are boar 🐗 & stag (I love all the animals 😻), he used to travel with Jaheira, Ilvon and Laenna for awhile before the shadowcurse, He, Ilvon and Laenna settled in Moonrise after that particular adventure & spends time with the locals, Ilvon and Markus teach the locals about the land 👍, he loves to weave beautiful tapestries 😍 but he stopped after running out of thread at the Last Light Inn 😞, his mood would improved greatly if the shadowcurse is lifted 👍, he would blame Halsin & Reader if they failed but he would probably attack Reader 😨, both the sight of his home overtaken & most of his friends are likely dead takes a toll on him 😭, Ilvon would bond with anyone who would be a good friend 👍, he's soft-spoken yet sociable 😲, he would wildshape to a owl🦉, bear 🐻, or wolf 🐺 (I love all the animals 😻), he loves all kinds of books especially romance 🤭 that's spicy 😳, he can never explain it but he just finds trees intriguing 🤔, he enjoys decorating people's hair, to read a good book 📖 by the river is his favourite thing to do 😍 (Sounds nice!), he doesn't like violence but he will do it when push comes to shove 😤, he doesn't talk about it but he misses his home dearly 🥺, and he hopes with Silvanus's blessings for a miracle 🥹 Your reaction is so wholesome that it made my day ☺️ Thank you so much for answering my questions & for letting me know your reactions because I love it so much :) - Fluff anon

Fuff Anon, I am going to be SO real with you right now - I was genuinely overjoyed when I saw that someone had asked about my ocs; Very rarely do I ever get to even mention these characters, let alone have the opportunity to talk about them in-depth, so for this, I give you a thousand thanks! I see your next lot of questions (as well as the other request you've sent before) and will get those out as soon as I can! I've got a few sweet things on the way!

To the Dhampir bard anon, whoever you are... You are bloody brilliant, I love you (/p). I will give dhampirbard!Reader and their LI (keeping that a secret for everyone else teehee) the best I can!!

#requests open #Pavy talks

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🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃:

Day 28: Werewolf🐺

Werewolf!Bob Fink X Female Reader. A little bit of role-playing. Lycantrophy. AU: Werewolves. Some suggestive spicy content. Some playful fluff. Werewolves of London.

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☆●~The Big Bad Wolf~●☆

Your coworker Bob Fink has invited you out for a night out in the town and you agree. As the night goes on and the moon rises, you slowly see Bob's true nature.....and you love it!

You were invited by Bob Fink to go out for a night on the town and you eagerly accepted. You had a mad crush on your coworker and thought that this was your perfect chance to finally confess your true feelings to the mysterious Bob.

You got dressed up in a gorgeous red dress complete with a red hood and cape and black Mary Janes. You admired yourself in the mirror with a smile.

"A sexy version of Red Riding Hood" You Smiled to yourself. You grabbed your purse and handbag, making your way to the door. You opened the door to be greeted by Bob Fink himself.

"Bob! Hi!" You Greeted, a blush coming to your cheeks as you stared at his handsome face.

"Hey Y/N!" Greeted Bob, his eyes roaming up and down, taking the sight of you in the dress before smirking.

"You're beautiful in that dress" Remarked Bob and you blushed even harder at his compliment.

"Thank you Bob, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight" You Replied. A pink blush came to Bob's cheeks and he chuckled.

"Aw don't make me blush!" Smiled Bob, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You both shared a laugh together as you two headed out into the town.

It was a perfect night out. You both got drinks at the local pub, fooled around in the arcade before moving on to the next pub, grabbing a few drinks there before going to the local chippy and getting some food to snack on as the two of you made your way to next pub.

"Mmmmm....the chicken tenders are delicious" You Remarked, taking a bite out of the crispy chicken tender dipped in garlic sauce.

You watched as Bob munched on some doner meat he ordered, he was wolfing it down! You looked up to see the sky illuminated by a bright full moon.

"Wow! A full moon and it's October? Spooky time!" You Smiled as you dipped your chicken tender into the pot of garlic sauce before taking a big bite outta it.

Bob momentarily looked up to the full moon and he stared at it intensely, a strip of doner meat still caught between his teeth as continued to stare at the moon.

"Bob?" You Asked. Bob turned with an soft growl before clearing his throat to speak.

"Yeah?" Asked Bob, quickly eating the strip of meat hungrily.

"You okay?" You Asked curiously.

"Uh, yeah I'm good.....just nice moon out tonight" Replied Bob awkwardly and you chuckled.

"Well okay! Shall we walk on?" You Asked.

"Sure sure" Answered Bob and the two of you continued to walk on until you both reached the nearby wooded park. It was there you heard Bob let out a yelp in pain.

You turned just in time to see a change come over Bob, his eyes no longer blue but golden yellow like those of a wolf. His teeth had started to grow sharp along with his nails which turned to claws. He was looking like a real Wolfman and he was looking at you intensely, growling softly.

"I don't wanna hurt you Y/N, so I'm telling you now.......RUN. Run now or something bad will happen...." Growled Bob.

You instead did something that shocked him. You let out a delighted squeal and ran to him, cupping his face and staring at him with lovestruck eyes.

"Are you....a werewolf Bob?" You Asked.

"Uhhh.....yeah obviously" Replied Bob, confused.

"Oh my god I love werewolves!" You Cried.

"You do?" Asked Bob, still a little unsure.

"Oh my god yes! Werewolves are so freaking hot!" You Cried excitedly. Bob seemed to grow more confident, giving you a toothy wolfish grin.

"So, Little Red Riding Hood likes Big Bad Wolves does she?" Smirked Bob. You gave him a flirty wink.

"Maybe she does" You Replied.

"Well, I'm the Big Bad Wolf of London and you Red Riding Hood are looking very gorgeous tonight" Smirked Bob, slowly backing you up against the tree.

"Why Mr. Wolf, what big eyes you have!" You Exclaimed.

"All the better to see you with my dear" Replied Bob.

"Why Mr. Wolf, what big ears you have!" You Exclaimed.

"All the better to hear you with my dear" Replied Bob.

"Why Mr. Wolf, what big teeth you have!" You Exclaimed.

Bob gave you a big toothy grin, showing off his sharp teeth.

"All the better to eat you up my dear" Replied Bob and he leaned in, kissing you passionately.

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