Come On Closer [One-Shot // Roman Godfrey x Reader Imagine]
Warnings: Adult Language, Minor Blood-Play, Tiny Hints of Domination / Submission Play, Sexual Themes / Smut.
(Also, please ignore any and all spelling or grammar mistakes. I’ll probably spot most of them after I post as I usually do and fix them later.)
Author’s Note: Whoops… My hand slipped. *Shrugs innocently* It slipped and created way more than I had originally planned to create, to be honest. However, I’m hoping you’ll like this just as much as the original version I planned to create; since the premise is still the same regardless of the end result lol.
[This one-shot was inspired by this imagine scenario, which you can viewhere.]
Musical Inspiration:Come On Closer by: Jem [Side note: I’ve always loved this song for years – and now it has finally came in handy.]
I had been his friend for years, and while that never bothered me, I also wished a part of him would see me differently. Nothing he said or did, ever surprised me at this point in our lives. That is, until one night when we had been drinking and he confessed something to me that would cause me to accidentally alter the course of our friendship forever…
Last night I experienced some @sixpenceee shit. I was walking around in my home town (which is actually really high in paranormal/spooky stuff like we have a new age store downtown. I live in the bible belt) and I had this pulling feeling to go down this road (first picture) and at the very end of it was this house (second picture) and I just got bad vibes all the way down the street. Before I go on I just want to mention I have a bit of a sixth sense. I get vibes from people or places and usually it’s only if I feel like they have bad intentions or if there is just a negative feeling or something, it’s a gut feeling and I usually listen to it. Anyway, about half way down there was this one road I felt like I needed to go down but the pull to this house was stronger.
I turned around to go back to the main road. The whole time though I kept turning around and checking out the house and stuff and I swear to god the hall light on the second floor was getting brighter the farther I walked away. I finally got to that crossroad again and I was just going to go back to the main road but I felt that pull again so I was like “this is a bad idea” but I did it anyway. Bad idea. I found out this crossroad ended near the cemetery. It was getting really dark and I knew it would be quicker to cut through the cemetery because it’s literally two blocks away from my house. So I went in. At night. There are only lights at the entrances and really dim ones on very few of the tombstones.
So I’m walking and I know I don’t need to freak out, it’ll just attract bad things but it was really dark and that house spooked me a bit. So I kept walking, occasionally turning on my flashlight on my phone to look at the paths a bit more clearly. I saw the gate near my house and thought this path I was on would lead me right to it but I took a step and stopped. There was no direct path, which was really weird because I swore there was a path there before. And I have a thing about cutting through the yard and being among the tombstones so I had to go around and take a longer path.
At this point I felt Something coming from the back/opposite side of the cemetery (for a small town, this is a huge cemetery) and I freaked and called my friend. I finally made it to my gate and went through. I was talking off my nerves and everything and I was starting to feel less bad vibes. I looked back and checked the gate a couple of times but one time I turned around and looked longer than just a glance and I got the worst feeling of the whole night. Whatever was following me made it to the gate. I’m a little mad I didn’t take a picture but I really didn’t want to stop for one. But just imagine a dark street with bare trees on one side of the road and some rough looking houses on the other with a gate at the end. And this gate is only tangible because of the yellow light cast upon it. Nothing seems to exist past this gate, there’s just black space behind it. It was eerie. I hightailed it out of there and stayed on the phone with my friend until I got home.
“I bet your dad is as much a loser as you are-UNF”
The sound the boy created was one of air being forced from his lungs as a small fist forced it’s way to his diaphragm.
The kid doubled over and started coughing as his friends came in to push away at the short boy with brown curly hair.
The next few minutes was full of grunts and yells as the kid they were picking on suprisingly held his own against three bigger kids than him. But it was just a matter of time when the punches started to descend, and he finally fell to the ground.
The pile on paused at the voice. Yelling, insults. Then the three kids were gone and not a second later worried hands were on the downed kid, gently checking for any serious injuries.
“Max, are you alright? Do you feel any pain anywhere? I can call an ambulance-”
“I’m fine.” Max moved off his side and started to sit up. David’s hand came up instinctly to help the boy but he brushed it away with his arm.
“I said I’m fine. Those idiots don’t know how to punch a pillow let alone me.”
Despite the situation, David smiled, but didn’t back away from the kid.
“You’re so tough, Max. But really now, are those boys bullying you? I got a good look at their faces, but if you know their names-”
“It doesn’t matter.” David looked down to see Max rub below his eye. Whatever the fight was about, it seemed to have rubbed him the wrong away. David could tell that something had deeply upset Max. Sure he could be a provocative kid who didn’t hold back his opinion from others, but perhaps it had been something else to cause this fight.
David straightened up to
“…I have to say, for three against one , those boys looked pretty banged up! I didn’t see one, not three, but two black eyes!”
A grin crossed Max’s face, still facing away from his adopted father.
“Yea, well, like I said, they were chumps.” He shrugged. “If I had Nikki with me it wouldn’t even be a fair fight.”
“Boy do I know that.” David then kneeled down, procuring a band aid from his pocket. Taking one of Max’s arms, he began to apply it to one of the cuts, more likely procured from the fall then the beat up.
“Say Max, the next time you want to rough house it, maybe come get some help first?”
“What, like from you?”
“Well I can certainly help try to calm things-”
“Right, just like I thought.”
“….Or I’m not above helping dispel unruly characters by force.”
“I don’t you could even handle a pinch let alone a punch.”
“Hey! You know, I got stabbed twice in the hand, and I only cried for ten minutes for each!”
Max couldn’t help but chuckle, sitting up more as David put on a couple more bandaids. “Huh, I guess even with your blubbering, that was pretty badass. Those assholes would cry for weeks.”
“L- uh, Max, how about we go and get some ice cream.”
“…alright, but you’re paying.”
“Of course! That’s what parental types do, right?”
“…pfft, you're a nerd.”
David took Max below both armpits and helped him back on his feet with ease. Max crossed his arms infront of him, absentmindedly picking at the bandaids on his arms.
“Anything else you want to talk about, Max?”
Max glanced up at David then back away.
He thought back on just why he snapped in the first place.
“Naw, just thinking about what kind of ice cream I want. Rocky road or superman?”
“Why not both?”
“That’s disgusting, dad.”
It slipped out but the two didn’t even bat an eye. It wasn’t the first time. And once they were out onto the street with barely anyone around, Max’s hand somehow found its way up to grip David’s.
At least until they were in sight of the ice cream parlor.
Edit: Holy shit I did not expect to get this much attention.
Just wanted to say this drabble was also inspired by a doodle by @themarleymango They don’t have it up quite yet but go follow for future camp camp content! And more!
Summary: You’re new to Beacon Hills, alpha of an all girl pack and when you meet with a certain pack on your first week of school, their alpha falls head over heels in love with you when he sees your relationship with your pack.
Wherever you fled, the hunters caught up on the tracks of you and your
pack and as a young alpha you were a big target, since that meant you could
recruit betas to your own pack by biting ‘innocent
teenagers’ as they so cute called it.
Every member of your
pack was a young girl who never got a chance to a life. There were some of
them whom were plucked by their abusive parents, some orphans, some brats living on the street and barely survived streetfights as a human and one of them was your cousin from the west coast that
you picked up during your journey to safety.
You recently lost one
of your closest betas, a girl whom you referred as your Epsilon, which means
she was a warrior of your pack, proven for her strength and a skill. Her task
of the pack was to kill other werewolves and humans if necessary,
making her eyes glow ice cold sapphire blue whenever she was on the edge of
exploding into a war machine.
Oregon is literally burning to the ground why is no one talking about it or trying to help.
We may not be underwater or having a huge storm on the way, but literally half the state is in flames. We can’t breath and can barely see down the street because of the smoke. Our beautiful Columbia gorge is gone. People are being evacuated left and right.
I’ve seen ONE post circulating. Just one. I’m disappointed that everyone is ignoring this.