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Destined To Ask

[Pairing; Kenny Omega X Reader]

      “Cody, let go!” I giggled, yanking my arm out of his hold. “(Y/N), you’re going to fall. Let me help you.” He persisted, calmly ignoring my demand. I attempted what pathetic excuse I could claim as an eye roll, and dainty waved a pointer index finger in his face. “Your wife wouldn’t like you getting all handsy with me.” I hiccuped, smiling. “(Y/N)..” He whispered. “Or would she? She’s hot. Maybe the three of us could try someth..” was all that I could get out before tumbling over my own feet. Cody caught me before I hit the ground, and the rest was history. 

      “Oh..” I croaked, instantly regretting opening my eyes to the blinding light beams seeping through my curtains. I rubbed my face, and massaged my temples. Rolling over, I figured another hour wouldn’t hurt at this point- and that’s when I heard it. Trickling water ran through my shower drain, not even fifteen feet from my bed. Ignoring all of my pain, I shot straight up in my bed. I’m not alone. 

      Eliminating who it couldn’t be, I was zipping through a mental list of names- trying to figure out just who exactly was accompanying me, before it was too late. I grasped onto any detail of last night that I could, attempting to force out any idea of it being one of the guys. Matt left early, and Nick went home to his wife. Adam wasn’t even there- thank God.. That would have been a mistake. I pat myself on the back, for not doing that- even in my worst state. Inwardly slapped in the face, I remembered Cody.. He was the last person I have any memory of seeing. “No, no, no, no, no..” I started to panic. 

      “I did not.. sleep with a married man. I did NOT sleep with a married man.” I repeated, cognitively in a mumble. Lifting the sheets above my eyesight, I realized that I at least was fully clothed- allowing myself to breathe at the greater possibility of the situation. I took off, fumbling over the comforter’s twist- bound into a mess, and stepped to the cool, hard wooden floor. I felt like a toddler taking their first steps, with curiosity and fear. I crept to where I could possibly peek through the door’s crack- a second too late. 

      The white-washed barrier swung open, and revealed someone.. almost worse than Cody. “Well hi there, Princess.” The two-toned, curly headed ex said with a knowing smile. “Oh..” I wept, shutting my eyes- relieved with it not being who I thought it be.. but, disappointed with who it was. “What’s the matter?” He joked, leaning his half naked body to the frame. “Kenny..” I groaned.

      With his chuckle, his chest rose, and the smile widened. He crossed his arms, and let the remaining rainfall drip down his stomach. Of course, he was in a towel.. but I couldn’t promise anything else. “Why’re you..” I aimed to ask. “Here?” He finished for me. “You wanted to have sex last night.” Kenny admitted, and my eyes tightened. “So, we had sex last night.” He concluded, laughing at it if it were a riddle. 

      “Oh..” I recited. “You keep saying that..” Kenny scrunched his face with his observation, and I brought my vision back to the real world. “You were begging.. and you know how much I used to looove the hear you beg, babe.” He romanticized his confession. “So I put you out of your misery.” Kenny clapped his hands together, banging my eardrums to a ring. Whether it had been the alcohol or the gut-rotting idea of drunk sex with him, I was a mere minute away from a date with porcelain. “I’ll be downstairs, my love.” Kenny laughed, as I swept past him in a hurry.

      Freshening up, I managed to move step by step until I was on the first floor. “Bacon or sausage?” Kenny yelled thought the kitchen and into the foyer, connecting to the stairs I had border-line stumbled down. A lightning bolt of sickness shot through my core at the thought of smelling such, let alone eating it. “Please, don’t.” I replied, stopping myself and masking my nose from the scent. Prepared for a natural disaster, I turned the corner to see him standing by the island- in a perfectly fit, previously favorite v-neck. It still hugged him in all the right areas, outlining his muscular build. 

      “Where’s the bacon..” I questioned, confused on how I wasn’t being smothered by an unbearable amount of grease stench. Kenny scoffed in a single laugh. “I can’t have you hurling every time you suck in a breath of air.” He stretched out his arms, to rest them on the counter top. “Come on.” Kenny rolled his eyes. I smiled at his witty excuse of avoiding to cook such a difficult task for his level of culinary. “But I did make you these.” He turned, grabbing the pan full of scrambled eggs. 

      “If you don’t want that, then there’s some cereal left.. I guess.” Kenny said, shaking the nearly empty box of Special K. “Oh, and this.” He added, opening the fridge door. He reached for a champagne glass, and set a drink in front of my intertwined, resting hands. Mimosa. I narrowed my eyes, and titled my head at him. “I know. I’m no bartender, but I figured that it’d help.” 

      Aware of his notorious schemes before, I was a little weary as to why he was being so kind. “Why are you still here?” I asked, letting it be the first thing I could actually swallow this morning with confidence. “Rude.” He shook his head, with a bounce of his curls and a smirk. “I’m here because you obviously can’t take care of yourself.” Kenny remarked, and I shook my head. “Besides, who else is going to tell you about all of the mistakes you made in one night.” He outlined the words in the sky with his hands, with glistening eyes full of details that he couldn’t wait to inform me of. 

      “Kenny, please..” I pleaded, sick from the anxiety of the truths now, instead of the poisoning liquor. “Mmh.” He groaned, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back. “You know how that’s music to my ears!” Kenny yelled, echoing his expression off of the white walls, and into my ears again. “Stop yelling.” I cringed, unsure of where to move my hands- back to my temples, or over my ears. “Oh, where do I begin..” Kenny joked.

      “I’m listening..” I offered myself, sipping the heavily loaded drink, and starting my breakfast. “Ooh, okay.” He shined ear to ear, and rubbed his hands together. “You hit on a girl, across the bar- for starters.” He listed on his digit, mashing both index’s together- letting me know that there was a lot more if he’s counting of his fingers. “I remember that..” I admitted. “Well, you must have a secret side to you then, because then you asked Cody..” He started, before I interrupted. “I remember that, too.” Kenny tilted his head, and nodded at the hinted secret- setting up two fingers now.

      “That’s the last thing I remember, actually..” I owned up to, and he gave a wicked flash in return- knowing he had reached his grip on my upcoming shame. “You fell.” He continued, showing three fingers. “Twice.” He added another, choked out a giggle, and then rest his hand to the counter once more. “Then Cody came and got me.” Kenny finished up, exhaling a sharp and deep breath- ready to get something off of his chest.

      “Brandi called him over the Honor Rising interview again, and he said that it was time he dealt with it..” Kenny whispered, and sucked his lips in at how he knew his friend was in deep shit with his wife- as did I. As did everyone. “.. and that it was time I dealt with something, too.” His pupils grew at the last comment, and he quietened. My eyes dropped with my heart, and a chill skimmed up my spine. “He told me that you still loved me, and that you were drinking because I was flirting with another girl.” Kenny spoke softly- then lifted a full hand of five fingers. “(Y/N)..” He tried.

      “Ken, just go..” I requested, feeling the flush of scarlet snake through my cheeks in embarrassment. Reminded of our past, all at once, my chest’s cavity ripped open just a little wider. “I’m not done yet..” Kenny muttered, under his breath. “Oh, God.. there’s more?” I choked through a swelling throat, and tear-filled eyes. Then I remembered why he was even here in the first place. “Oh..” I shrieked, for what felt like the millionth time today. 

      “Hey, relax.” He smiled, setting his hand on top of mine to calm my nerves. “I brought you home, and we talked.. and that’s all that we did.” He reassured me, putting an extra umph into the word all- so that I was sure. “Wait, we didn’t..” Confused, I asked. “No.” He shook his head. “I’d never do that to you, you know that.” His cheeks grew of a same shade, and he starred a little too long. Kenny retracted his hand, and cleared his throat- pulling us back from the good old days of being together. 

      “What did we talk about?” I murmured, in a mouse’s squeak. “Us.” He looked down with his statement. “I was drunk Kenny, you can’t take that seriously..” I dismissed the conversation with a light-hearted laugh, standing. “I wasn’t.” He chuckled back. “Good.” I replied, picking up my dishes and making my way to the dishwasher. “Mhm.” I heard him hum to himself, forcing me to give in and look at him. From the years of knowing that that was his way of saying I still have more to say, but it’s probably best if I keep my mouth shut- I knew there was a missing piece to the story. “What then?” I dared, knowing it was a trap- I folded my arms, and rest my back against the sink.

      Turning his body to face me, he huffed again. “Spit it out.” I urged. “I wasn’t.. until you asked me a question.” I jerked my head back in sarcasm. “Don’t tell me we’re engaged.” I joked, and he stayed silent. “Or.. already.. married?” I pushed a little harder, with him not budging at my humor. “No, (Y/N).” Kenny snapped, shutting the jokes down. “I gotta get going.” He said, lifting the remaining pots and pans from breakfast up. Getting to the sink, he knew I wouldn’t move out of the way until I got what I wanted. “Please move.” He asked politely, but different than any mood he had been in so far. 

      “Kenny..” I said, scrunching my eyebrows at his manners and attitude, and he shot his- not saying another word. I did as he asked, and stepped aside. Working away, he washed and rinsed the plates and I stood idly by. I can’t do this anymore. “Hey.” I turned, speaking soft enough for only him to hear- setting my fingernails to his skin. He didn’t move his view, but he shut off the tap and rest his working hands. “Tell me.” I demanded in the nicest possible way.

      Kenny shut his eyes and let his lungs breathe. A second later, he came back and grabbed a dish towel- drying his hands. “You asked me if you were stupid to ask if I missed you.” He enunciated each word, just so he didn’t have to repeat himself. Oh.. I thought, and didn’t let slip. I stood, frozen, picking at my nails with one another. “And..” I encouraged him to keep going, after half a minute of thinking. “And.. You were too drunk for me to tell you. So I took you to bed, tucked you in, and slept on the couch.” He smiled again, happily- pointing towards the couch in clear view. 

      “And the shower thing?” He chuckled again, and even if it has been a couple minutes since his last- I missed it. “I just thought it’d be funny.” Kenny confessed, waiving his hands up in surrender. “You jerk.” I laughed. He bit his lip, then dropped his smile over the matter of a moment. Tell me. “So if I wasn’t drunk..” I began beating around the bush- both of us knowing it was destined to come out sooner or later. 

      “Yeah.” He spat, rubbing his neck. Yeah.. you miss me.. I thought, I hoped. “Yeah, it was a stupid question to ask.” Kenny claimed. If looks could kill, Kenny’d drop dead. I didn’t speak- I didn’t have to. I stood in stillness. “Of course, I do..” He finally spoke up. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” Kenny pitched the cloth with. 

      A flutter of what felt like butterflies danced around my beating heart, pulsing at the replay of his words. He smiled. He really smiled, too. A genuine one. Closing the gap between us, he wrapped his warm arms around my waist and kissed my forehead. “Do these with me.” He snickered, kissed my temple again, and let go. I smiled to myself, and reached for the bottle of Dawn. 

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concept: i don’t feel like i’m abandoned bcs my fp is on vacation with other frds for a week. i feel loved and i know i’m not alone even though we cannot talk everyday like we used to. i can feel that she cares abt me, especially when she told me to take care of myself before she left. (she did say that - and i was like a kid being given candies, but that feeling lasted only for a short period of time) i don’t miss her and i don’t feel like my world is tumbling down.

My take on grown Misty!( * ^ w ^ )  She’s about in her early 20’s, Misty went back to running her gym, and as a side job and hobby she teaches in a swimming program to younger kids! She uses up most of her free time visiting Pewter City and assisting Brock with his Pokemon Rehabilitation Center, tending to pokemon, Brock appointing her often to tending to the water pokemon, since she specializes in them, and for having a better understanding of their needs. And often the only one willingly open for a swim at any time lol. 

“I hated you,” Laurent says, tracing the scars with his fingertips.

Damen starts, then goes still under Laurent’s touch. “I know,” he says after a long moment, his voice slow and rough.

Damen tends to doze off after sex, in the interval between his climax and Laurent returning to their bed, molding himself against Damen’s warm pliant body. Maybe he’d already been asleep.

Maybe Laurent should’ve kept his mouth shut.

“I hated you so badly,” he says. “I’d been hating you so badly for so long. I couldn’t—”

Damen doesn’t move. He stays exactly where he is, curled up on his side with his back to Laurent. Head bent forward, resting on his hands. The curve of his neck looks both appealing and achingly vulnerable. Laurent wants to touch it, wants to kiss it. Wants to cover it with his mouth and his hands to shield it from the world.

“I fixated on you,” Laurent says. He doesn’t want to say these words. He needs to say these words. He’s been holding them inside for too long. They’ve been growing larger in the space between them, even if Damen hasn’t noticed. “People die in war, in battle. In honest combat. I must’ve known, on some level, that it was foolish to hold you—you personally—responsible, but I did. It was easier, blaming you.”

Damianos, prince-killer. The image of his face forever etched into Laurent’s memory. The whisper of his name. All those years Laurent had carried it with him, a maddening undercurrent to his pulse. Damianos, prince-killer. Damianos, who had slain the man Laurent loved more than anyone.

“And then they brought you in front of me,” Laurent says, “trapped, chained, forced down onto your knees, utterly unable to make sense of what was happening to you. Refusing to believe it.”

The way Laurent had felt, after Auguste’s death.

Damianos, prince-killer, who had unwittingly removed the last obstacle standing between Laurent and his uncle.

Damen is breathing hard, Laurent realizes. Curled up on his side, holding still, taking deep shuddering breaths that make his back tremble under Laurent’s hand.

Laurent should’ve kept his mouth shut, but it’s too late now.

“I hated you for so long,” Laurent says, as his fingertips find a thick, ragged line of scar tissue that runs diagonally down one of Damen’s shoulder blades. The lash must’ve cut especially deep here. Too deep for Paschal’s healing salves to assuage it. “If I hadn’t—”

I would never have been able to forgive you.

I would never have been able to forgive myself for forgiving you.

“I had to,” he says, “I’m sorry,” and he leans down to press his lips to the scar, feels Damen shudder under him.

im yelling


Donald Pierce Imagine

Donald Pierce x reader

Logan (2017)

Warnings: Human experimentation/thoughts of death

The dirt stung in my eyes from the car rearing up to me. I breathed out, gasping hazily for clean air. Coughing, I shielded my eyes from the dust and rocks that hit my face. Trying to get up, I stumbled over my feet. Sending the cars back once I cleared my mind, they tumbled like weeds over the vast area. One of the soldiers that had escaped his car came up behind me. I pulled out my gun-shooting him in the chest. Two more. Using my telepathic powers, I crushed their bones under their own weight. Suddenly, however, I was on the floor again. Coughing up blood from being kicked, I scrambled against a heavy figure who had pinned me down. They tied me by the ankles and cuffed my hands together. Right before they knocked me out using their serum specially made for mutants, I looked through the clouds of dirt and dust. Gazing up at a smile with a golden tooth.

A thick iv pierced my arm. Groggily, I looked around, pulling at my restraints. A tall man with a black bomber jacket hanging over his muscular frame and dark green cargo pants tucked under a black shirt walked into the room. His strong, built posture overwhelmed the room, and I nearly felt as if I wanted to shrink into the uncomfortable fabric of the hospital sheets. As his black boots thudded against the tile floor, he moved toward me, moving his heavy shoulders towards his back. Letting out a sigh.

“Well, darlin’ you’ve caused quite a ruckus.”

“Where am I?”

“You’re at my facility, Transigen.”

“I don’t know-“

“Y/N, right?”


“Well, Y/N, if I were you, I’d soon learn not to ask too many question’s ‘round here.” His thick southern accent hung in the air. Lingering. “In case you were wondering… Your DNA is very important to us. To me.” His little add on to the end of the sentence sent a cold shot through my stomach. Why am I so important to him, to him He then spoke again, pulling me away from my thoughts. “My name is Donald Pierce. But you can call me Don.”

“Am I supposed to greet you as if you aren’t holding me against my will?”

He looked at me with sharp blue eyes. Reaching over me, his strong hand moved the leather cuff away from my wrist. I felt the coldness of his machine fingers around my skin, and I shivered.

“My apologies.” I rubbed my wrists once I was free. Studying him, I saw him shuffle around, and finally look at me one last time before exiting the door. “Stay here. I don’t want anyone to have to restrain you again.”

Once he left, I thought of sneaking out. I knew this place was bad. Searching through the walls, I closed my eyes and tried to focus. People’s thoughts flooded my head, and at one turn, Pierce stood against the wall. Fiddling with his machine hand. I tried to get into his head. Looking up, he searched around him. Feeling my presence. I kept pressing. Disheveling his hair with his flesh fingers, his voice filled my head.

She’s a mutant… She’s just a damn mutant. You should kill her right now. Get it over with. Don’t waste no more time… She’s not worth it, you idiot. Just say she attacked you. Tried to escape. Get it over with, for fucks sake. I pulled away, and the door clicked open. A woman with a name tag of Gabriela walked into the room, holding a clipboard. She was easy to get into.

“You’re planning on getting the children out?” She looked at me with wild, shocked eyes. Speechless. I shrugged my shoulders. “Telepathy… Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“If anyone catches you using your powers… They’ll kill you”

“It’s fine. They can’t do anything too bad to me that’s already been done.” I looked down. “Does Pierce run this place?”

“You met Mr. Pierce?” Her voice became frantic. “He let you out of your restraints??”

“Yeah… I guess.”

“I need to check your vitals. Lay down.” She pushed my shoulder down, and I rested my head against the paper pillow. “Pierce is a dangerous man. Do not let him touch you. He has no heart for your kind.” She wrapped my arm in a blood pressure wrap. Squeezing it slightly, muttering, “Anything he does now will change. He’s only trying to get you to warm up to him. That’s why I must get you guys out.” Her cocoa butter-colored skin was sticky with sweat, and she kept shaking her head.

Fear filled my stomach, and she hung a serum in the place of the blood bag. Hooking the needle up to the plastic hook. In seconds, my vision blurred, and I began slurring my thoughts.

“I promise, I’ll get you out of here.”


Over the next few days, I was sent to training exercises and experimental trials. At the end of the week, my skin was paler, and I was weak. Donald would show up to the experiments and conduct them, personally handling the equipment. Sometimes he would lightly touch my hair for a split second before reaching over me and pulling wires over my head. Connecting them to the metal band he would adjust around my ears. Gabriela would sometimes come to my room to update me with her plan of escape. I would only nod and then go back to sleep. But nothing happened.


One morning, I woke up, and Pierce was standing in the corner. I jumped up, holding myself with my elbows. I had moved rooms, this one was slightly larger, with a bed, a toilet, a bench next to the sink, and fewer wires. Pierce looked me over. I was wearing a thin white tank top with gray sweats. Both stained with sweat and drops of blood mixed in dirt. He then walked over to me, and I shifted my legs over the side of the bed. Standing up. Looking away, I expected him to cuff me, and push me out the door like the other men would do. But instead, he only looked down.

“I heard you’ve been very compliant. Even more so than the others.”

“I don’t want trouble. I’m done with the fighting.” I admitted the truth. Too tired to lie. My bones creaked and feet sore under my weight. Pierce stepped closer to me, and I looked at him with caution. “Why are you here.” I blandly asked.

“I’m not here to hurt you. If that’s what you were wonderin’” he paused, swallowing. “I’m not sure why I’m here besides that.”

The air became suffocatingly silent as I realized he wasn’t here on orders. He was here on a personal obligation. I searched his mind. He snapped his eyes to me, and I realized he knew. And he knew it was me the other week.

“It was you. Pokin’ round in my head.” He smirked. Glancing at the ground before meeting my gaze again. “Find what you were lookin’ for?”

I ran my fingers over the side of his face, finding images of me in his thoughts. Instead of arguing with himself on whether or not to kill me, I now saw hesitation in what he really wanted to do. Taking a sharp breath, he shook me out, and I nearly tripped back onto my bed. But with a step forward, his hand had wrapped around my waist. In response, I flew my fist up to hit him. He grabbed my wrist with his human hand. I felt the metal of his other hand pressing into my lower back. His breathing became heavy, and I gasped for air. His breath hit my face as he spoke. I found myself leaning forward, closer.

“I can’t get you outta my head…” I slightly raised my eyebrow, as now both our bodies were pressed flatly against each other. I still wanted more. As if his touch was dehydrating me. Yet drowning me at the same time. He chuckled under his breath and slid his hand to my cheek. I for a second thought I was going to cry. I found myself fearing what he would do next. Not really knowing what was going on now. I felt like pinching myself, surely this wasn’t happening. Moving his head toward, me, he then shifted his gaze to the ground hesitantly. His face was soft in the dim lighting of the room. A second later, he pressed his lips against mine. His frayed scruff around his mouth brushing against my chin. I let myself melt. He was leaning over me. Pulling me up onto my tippy toes as he kissed me harder. Darkness consumed me as I felt his hands move over me. I lifted my fingers, grazing my palm against the back of his neck. Knotting my fingers through his dirty blonde hair. Coming up for air, my lips were numb, tingling. He kissed the side of my mouth, moving his tongue down my neck. Kissing the bruises of where I’ve fallen. I kept my eyes closed. Now fearful that if I opened my eyes, he would disappear. Lifting me from underneath my arms as if I were a child, he wrapped my legs around his waist and stumbled our twisted limbs against the wall. His machine hand pressed behind my head, and he lifted his lips to mine again. Suffocating me in even more desperate of kisses.

A loud beep broke us apart, and he dropped me, wiping his mouth with the back of his human hand out of habit. Fumbling for his phone, he turned away from me. I stood against the wall, breathing heavily. Shivering from the sudden coldness in the air-I opened my eyes, finding him still there. I searched the ground, thinking of what to do. His thick voice pressed through the air again, and I found myself leaning forward. Drawn to him like energy.

“Yes-yes, sir. I understand. On my way-Yes. Kay.” I slid his phone back into his jacket. Looking back at me, he clenched his jaw, and then rushed out the door. I slid down the wall. Staring at where he once was. Hesitant to move.


Suddenly, he stopped showing up to my appointments. The nurses treated me more coldly, and soon, I was so weak they’d have to carry me to where they needed me, giving up on the training. I heard rumors that they were going to exterminate me due to my non-usefulness.


As the rumors became more and more widespread, tension filled the atmosphere wherever I went. Every day, I began to expected death.

But one night, the click of my door unlocking woke me from my sleep, and I lifted my head. Pierce knelt over my body. Examining my healing wounds and bruises over my skin. Gently scooping me up, he brought me into his arms and held me. I found my tears soaking through his shirt. He nuzzled his face into my neck, and I began to sob.

“Just let me die. I can’t do it anymore.” I felt his muscles stiffen around me. I hesitated before asking, “Why do you care so much…”

“I don’t know. There’s something more to you.” He words seeped through my veins, and I clung to him even more. “I’m gonna get you outta here.” Suddenly, heart spread through my spine, and my body began to burn. I tried to gasp, but I could breathe. I couldn’t move. And then everything went black.


I found myself in the passenger seat of a black vehicle. Breathing heavily, I stumbled out and fell into the dirt. Getting up, I searched my surroundings. A man appeared behind me. I swung my elbow back-meeting it with his face, he groaned, grabbing my waist and holding me. Screaming, I kicked my legs and tried to twist my body, until his voice filled my ears.

“It’s me! You’re okay. You’re okay. Just calm down Darlin…’” I let out a breath and allowed him to turn me around. Donald met my gaze and stroked his hand through my hair. “You’re okay. I got you… You’re safe now.”

I felt the sunshine on my back, and I snaked my arms underneath his jacket around his waist. Resting my head against his chest. 

Listening to his steady heartbeat, he pulled me away from him, and pulled a pair of yellow glasses from the neck of his shirt. Holding them with his machine hand, and pulling them onto his eyes while looking past the car, then looking down at me, stroking my cheek with his thumb. 

“Let’s get goin’ baby.”


Note: Sorry this sucks, It’s my first one with Pierce-so, expect more because yes pls.