#I got it just for inner ears but I made a little keychain dog out of it and was like ''this is way too nice not to make more things''

[antisocialxconstruct]

pattern test for a larger project :3 I'm going to make the final version much larger because my faux fur is quite thick so I'll probably spring for actual safety eyes and nose for that, but at this point janky embroidery on the prototypes is just tradition lol

I love the muzzle shape on this pattern though! It's quite tricky (especially scaled down like this) because there are a lot of small precise edges to connect but it has a much more realistic shape than the average plush cat pattern.

[heaven-with-mark]

"long day."

it had been... too long of a day. far too long. too many disastrous things. being cat-called simply for being an omega. being eyed up and down just walking by people, their gaze making you uncomfortable as you tried to hurriedly get away. there was a lot of driving done, driving all over just trying to figure stuff out. stops by the phone store to change plans, having to pop into the pet store to grab dogfood for chica and henry, and mark wanted a few things from the store while you were out. 

you were dragging your feet to the front door, grocery bag full of mark’s thing seemingly so much heavier than it really was. the door was unlocked when you tried the handle, much to your delight. you didn’t want to bother fishing your keychain back out of your pocket. there was a moment of peaceful silence after the door clicked shut behind you, then: chaos. 

chica bolted to the door and nearly knocked you down, and then immediately after, the sound of glass shattering in the kitchen followed, and then to top it off, henry got too playful with the bag you were holding and the bottom of it ripped, spilling the contents to the floor.

you shoved chica off you with more force than you wanted, and she backed away with her tail tucked between her legs like she was in trouble. henry flinched back when chica was pushed, leaving you to the mess he had made on the floor. 

it took one long, deep breath and a moment of eyes closed before you got to picking all of the items up, barely able to carry everything in your arms. you toted your alphas things into the kitchen, where he was standing at the edge looking down at the floor. setting things down as you peeked over the counter, you had to clench your jaw when you saw one of the coffee mugs shattered across the entirety of the hardwood. 

panic flooded you on instinct at the sight of drops of blood dribbled on the floor, your head shooting up to look at mark because it had to be from him. his left hand was wrapped up in a towel, clutched tightly with the other. mark looked at you, giving you a nervous look.

you forgot about all else, just worried about taking care of your wounded alpha.

“move the towel.” you asked softly, cupping his hand in both of yours.

he let you move the towel, and his cut was worse than you hoped for. it spanned from the juncture between this thumb and index finger, running along the underside of his hand to just under his pinky. blood welled dark and red as soon as it was uncovered, indicating it was deeper than you thought. 

mark caught on to your distressed scent before you did. you always got the worst panic whenever he was even remotely injured, even if it was just a tiny scratch. this wound was worth worrying so much over, and he knew that. 

“baby, i’m sure it’ll be fine.” he tried to calm you down, the distress coming from you was making more of the alpha side of his front.

you ignored him, “go to the bathroom and wash this off, i’ll be in there in a second to wrap it.”

he scoffed, not used to the fact that his omega was very clearly giving him an order.

the look you gave him in response would have put him six feet under. he mumbled something you couldn’t quite catch as he made his way to the downstairs bathroom, but you didn’t ask him to repeat it, you had to clean up this mess before you could do anything else.

you fetched the broom from the hall closet, careful while sweeping up the shattered porcelain. despite having shoes on and being safe from the shards, you didn’t want any pieces to get stuck and end up tracked around the house.

sweeping the broken mug into the dustpan, you sighed heavy through your nose. of course there was going to be more to do when you got home, there always was with your clumsy alpha.

you dumped the dustpan, putting it and the broom away after so you could go tend to mark. the water wasn’t running anymore, but when you got to the doorway, you found him pulling out all of the things you’d need to clean him up. 

“there, you can do this now, will you please calm down?” he pleaded, instincts making him worried because of the heavy scent that rolled off you. 

“i’ll calm down when i’m done.” you snapped, unintentionally giving him the first indication you weren’t okay right now. 

he stayed silent while you tended to him, stood between his legs. you put down neosporin, then a layer of gauze, and finished it off with wrapping a bandage around his hand a few times, trying to wrap it where he could still use his hand. you gave his hand a look-over, making sure everything fit snug and right.

“baby, it’s fine, you did a good job.” he praised, pulling you closer with his arms around you, holding you tight.

you let him hold you for a second, his face tucked into your neck as he crooned and tried desperately to calm you down. having a second for the first time that day to just sit and not doing anything, you realized just how tired you were. your bones themselves felt heavy, your feet ached. as helpless as you were against it, your eyes drooped. 

“omega.” mark murmured, pulling himself away.

you opened your eyes, confused. you forgot the last time he called you by your dynamic.

“are you okay?” he asked, doing a cute little head tilt that caught you off guard for a second. 

you just shrugged. you didn’t want to lie to him, but you didn’t want to talk about it. not right now. you didn’t have anything to hide but if you tried venting, you were absolutely going to start crying. and you know he knew you too well, he knew the exact same as you did.

he sat and stared at you for a second, probably thinking.

“i want you to go upstairs and change into comfy clothes,” he stood up and gently guided you backwards, “and i’ll clean up the glass.”

you stopped him before he even got to the doorway, “i already cleaned it up, babe.”

he gave you a look that mothers scold their children with. but, you didn’t want to stick around for him to get on you for cleaning his mess. you’d just blame it on omega instinct telling you to ‘serve your alpha and clean up after him’. you pushed past him and trotted upstairs, planning on putting comfy clothes on before he even asked you to.

you were in sweats and one of his hoodies, tucked under the blanket when mark finally came upstairs. you mentally prepared yourself, knowing he was going to make you talk. he hated you being upset, and as much as you didn’t want to talk, the two of you both knew it would make you feel better. 

although, you did already feel a little better after getting comfortable. most of it came from wearing mark’s hoodie that was drenched in his scent, and naturally it calmed you down. 

he stopped in the doorway, loving the fact you were in his hoodie, loving how small you looked with it on. 

you stretched your arms out, making grabby hands and purring. you wanted to just cuddle and forget about today, and he wasn’t helping with just standing and staring. 

he ducked into bed, scooping you into his arms, “oh my perfect, precious little omega.”

you loved the praise but still felt flushed upon hearing it, not the type of person who could accept compliments easily. 

“now, baby, you gotta tell me what happened today.” mark said, leaving no room for arguing.

tears sprung to your eyes from simply thinking about it. you cuddle up closer, feeling a little more at ease with the deep rumbles almost vibrating through his chest as he started crooning in your ear again.

“well... there was a lot of alphas and jerk betas at the store today... you know that didn’t end well. got cat-called and stared at. had to run around town all day, popping into a bunch of shops. your stuff is on the counter,” you had to pause and take a breather before remembering something, “shit! the dogfood is still in the car!”

mark didn’t like the idea of other men, other alphas too, even looking in your direction, let alone making snide comments towards you. he was always one to be possessive. but, for now, he wouldn’t do anything about it. usually he’d spend a fair amount of time, hours usually, scenting you. he would mark you up often, which you displeased of. but, for now in this moment, his cloak hoodie drenching you in his scent would be enough for him. it even covered almost all of your scent.

“i’m so sorry you had a bad day sweetheart.” mark cooed, holding you tighter as he kissed your forehead.

he followed up, “do you want me to make you something to eat? do you wanna watch tv? do you want to shower? either alone or with me, it’s always your choice.”

you just shook your head, purring into his chest quietly, a strong wave of your happy scent drifting around the room.

“just wanna sleep. i’m exhausted.” you yawned, eyes fluttering shut as mark pulled the blankets over the two of you. 

he stroked a hand through your hair for awhile, and you fought to stay awake. as tired as you were, you adored the feeling of being so close to your alpha. the crooning, his soft touch, his scent, how warm he always was. you never wanted moments like these to end. 

you were startled awake and halfway out of your skin when one of the dogs jumped onto the bed, landing just shy of your foot. your head shot up to see what scared the hell out of you, and mark shushed you and pulled you back down to him.

the sudden bitter scent of a scared omega was pungent even to you, and you had grown used to your own scent. it must be so bad for mark, his instinct had to be yelling at him to do something. 

chica settled down just behind mark, and you closed your eyes, trying to calm your mile-a-minute heart. you shoved your face into mark’s chest, letting his scent and warmth do wonders to your inner omega. it did take awhile for your heart to settle, but once it did, you couldn’t keep yourself awake this time. you slowly drifted off, lulled to sleep only with the presence and touch of your alpha.

//feel better bb @marks-right-tibby//

[spookadoop]

Old Habits Die Hard (Sweet Pea)

“I guess old habits die hard”

Part Two

The tattoo on your inner left wrist was one of honor, loyalty, and family. A double-headed Serpent in the shape of an S, representing your family, not by blood, but by choice. On your other wrist was the image of a sweet pea. A symbol to remind you of the man you loved. Your soulmate.

At least, you thought he was.

Sweet Pea held your heart in the palm of his hand. There was never a time you two weren’t together. That was where your nickname, Honeybee, came from. No one ever used your real name, you were pretty sure over half of them just assumed your name was Honeybee.

Everything was perfect in your life. You had a family stronger than any in existence, the love of your life by your side, and friends that would die for you.

Well, until you found out your biological family was moving you to the Northside of town. It was like a switch had flipped. All of a sudden Sweet Pea acted like he was disgusted by you. You bestfriends? They were too busy to spend time with you while you balled your eyes out on your last few days.

And so, newly single, heartbroken, and friendless, you moved to Riverdale High.

The first day at your new school, you were dressed in your usual attire. It always consisted of something leather, something lace, and something flannel. So, you went with leather boots, a flannel shirt, and shorts that ended in lace fringe at the bottom.

You grabbed the jacket from your desk chair, sliding the leather on without a thought. You looked in your full body mirror before stopping, your ex-boyfriend’s words from your last visit to the Whyte Wyrm ringing through your head.

“You’re not a Serpent anymore... You don’t belong here.”

You slid your jacket off, choosing a black hoodie instead. You wrapped bracelets around your wrist to cover your Serpent tattoo before leaving your room, head hanging low.

You waited for the text from Sweet Pea you always received in the morning, either telling you he was going to pick you up, or telling you he’d meet you at school. On the days when he sent the later, you’d ride to school on your very own motorcycle. You shut your eyes tight, realizing the text wouldn’t come.

Old habits die hard.

You reached for your motorcycle keys, before remembering they were on your dad’s keychain. He said that motorcycles had no place at Riverdale High, forbidding you from riding it to school. He left a spare key hidden somewhere in his room, in case of emergencies. 

Seeing as you had missed the bus, and in no way in hell were you going to walk to school, you snatched the key from where it was taped to the underside of one of his dresser drawers.

Dumbass.

You climbed onto the bike, feeling a deep happiness when the engine roared to life. At least you still had a small piece of your old life. A small, amazing, fast piece that resulted in everyone's eyes being on you when you pulled into the Riverdale High parking lot. You always did have a flare for dramatics.

You brushed your hair out of your face, cutting off the bike. You climbed off of it, popped out the kickstand, and made sure it was sturdy, pretending to not notice the strange looks you were getting. It was almost amusing.

You walked inside, looking around the all too clean hallway. As a blonde haired girl walked forward, introducing herself as your mentor, you felt all the more homesick.

“So, where did you come from?” The girl, Betty, asked. You cleared your throat, “Let’s just say, it feels like a world away.”

It felt like just yesterday you had been on your couch in Sunnyside Trailer park, curled up to your boyfriend. Every now and again, you’d place a kiss onto the tattoo on the side of his neck. He’d return it with a kiss to the matching tattoo you had on your left wrist.

It was weird, every time you’d look on your phone and notice it had been a few months. The shirt you had from a time Sweet Pea had spent the night had lost his smell, but you still wore it.

Your friends had learned of your past with the Southside Serpents, but not out of your own will. Veronica had been digging through your closet, looking for an outfit to wear to a show she was performing with the Pussycats. With a shocked gasp, she pulled a Southside Serpents jacket out. With Betty, Veronica, and Kevin’s eyes on you, you had no choice but to explain, slowly removing the bracelets from your wrist.

You explained the reason behind your joining, how you were in need of a family that would love you regardless of everything, and the Serpents seemed to just appear. You then explained the significance of the flower on your other wrist, the connection it had to the love of your life.

They assured you that they loved you regardless, giving you the confidence to go without your bracelets from then on. It garnered some stares from the Bulldogs, but one glare had them looking away quickly. Reggie included. You had a mutual understanding. He leaves you alone and you do the same. That included not asking about your Serpent past.

Unfortunately, the past didn’t want to stay in the past. Veronica had dragged you to Archie’s after having to grab his loaded gun. After the stupid Red Circle video, you refused to talk to the boy. After her support, you stopped talking to her as well. The video was a straight threat to any and all Southsiders, yet again blaming them for problems in the North. And then he goes and tags buildings in the Southside. You were furious.

But, you punched him in the face the next day at school. So it was all good. Veronica also promised you food if you went on the outing to get a technical piece of evidence.

When Archie and Veronica started fighting you excused yourself to another room, giving them their privacy. It was only when you heard a knock on the door you emerged from your hiding spot. There, you were greeted by the entire Riverdale High football team. And Pizza. 

“Suddenly I love you, Reggie,” You joked, sitting on the arm of the couch.

“I always knew the Mantle charm would get to you, Y/N,” He replied, sending you a wink.

You happily munched on a piece of pizza, in your own little world. You knew that the second you tuned into reality you would be pissed off. More than likely, they were talking about the Red Circle. It wasn’t until the sound of motorcycles filled the air that you froze.

In unison, you and Veronica hurried over to the door, peering out through he window. Your heart dropped.

“Oh no...” You whispered, watching as the familiar figures of the Serpents hopped off of their bikes. They followed the lead of one boy in particular. It took you a split second to recognize Sweet Pea, and the look on his face. It meant shit was about to go down.

“Not a moment too soon,” Veronica mumbled. “Archie, trouble.”

Archie hopped over the coffee able as the Serpents walked onto the porch. He opened the door as you quickly hid out of their view. You were able to see Sweet Pea’s devilish smirk, but thankfully he couldn’t see you.

“How stupid are you Northsiders?” For the first time in what felt like years, Sweet Pea’s voice finally graced your ears again. “You really think you can come to my house, stick a gun in my face, in front of my boys, and there wouldn’t be any payback?”

Reggie pulled the door open wider. “You have crap timing, bro. Bulldogs eat Serpents for lunch.”

“We’ll see about that,” Sweet Pea replied, looking at Reggie like he was a puppy tugging on his pants leg. “And the more the merrier.” He stepped closer, resulting in Reggie pushing him back. That caused you to quickly step out of your hiding spot to pull Reggie back.

“Don’t.”

Sweet Pea’s eyes shot to you as recognition lit up the faces of the Serpents. “Well, well. Look what we have here. You sure as hell shed your skin pretty quick. Guess you were always meant for the snobby and stuck up Northsiders, Princess. I wouldn’t be so surprised if you already got your tattoo removed.”

You gritted your teeth, narrowing your eyes at the boy. “It’s hard not to when your so-called family and so-called boyfriend all tell you that you don’t belong and to never come back because your parents decided to move,” You growled out. “And I sill have my tattoo, thank you very much. Both of them. Go ahead and call me stuck up one more time, Sweets. I fucking dare you. I apparently wasn’t snobby when we had sex all those time, now was I?”

Archie stepped in between the two of you quickly after making Veronica promise to stay in the house. A promise you were pretty sure neither of you believed she would follow through on.

“If you want to fight, we’ll fight.”

Pea’s eyes snapped back to him. “What about your gun?”

“What about your knife?” Archie shot back.

“Veronica stepped between the two of them. “How about no weapons? If you troglodytes insist on doing this, there are gonna be rules. Or should I call Sheriff Keller to referee?” She threatened. Sweet Pea gave Archie an unimpressed look. 

“First off, no weapons. If someone is unconscious, you don’t touch them. No double-teaming. You fight one on one or you don’t fight at all. If you break any of the rules then...” Veronica’s eyes landed on you. “Then Y/N gets to hit you with anything she chooses, anywhere she chooses.” That seemed to make everyone pretty sure they wouldn’t break the rules.

You went along to keep an eye out on any rule breakers. When you got out of Archie’s truck, you had to force yourself no to look at Sweet Pea. You could feel his gaze burning into your body, heating it up despite the cold rain chilling you to your bones, from where he sat on his Harley.

You didn’t have to look to know what he looked like a that moment. You had seen it many times during steamy showers, and nights spent swimming at the lake during bonfires. He looked better than the Devil himself.

You watched as he walked forward with the rest of the group of Serpents, dog tags glinting in the streetlights. When both sides were in almost perfect formation in a line, Archie and Sweet Pea stepped forward. You had to look away, waiting until it sounded like the fight was in full swing to look back. You didn’t want to know who threw the first punch. You saw Sweet Pea get hit, you wanted to jump in and pull him away but the familiar hand of Veronica grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

She observed how every time the tall Serpent was hit, you grimaced. But, every time a Bulldog, or Archie, was hit, you didn’t react. She grimaced when the tall Serpent kicked Archie while he was on the ground, but you didn’t move at all. Accompanied by the longing look in your eyes, she knew where your loyalty lied.

When the tall Serpent looked ready to deliver a final blow to Archie’s fallen form, Veronica reached into her cloak, pulling the gun out. At the sound of it firing, you jumped back, tripping over your own two feet out of instinct to run away. Almost immediately, the sound of sirens rang out.  

Sweet Pea backpedaled towards his bike quickly. “Let’s go!” He called out. “Okay, you guys, let’s go. Let’s get out of here.” He quickly cut on his bike, eyes locking with yours. He clenched his jaw before earing off down the road.

You told Veronica you were leaving, hurrying off before she could say anything. You couldn’t stand to hear the Bulldogs blame the Serpents for everything like they always did. Even if it meant getting sick by walking in the cold rain. You had to remind yourself you wouldn’t be able to go home and curl up in your bed with Sweet Pea, warm in his embrace.

Old habits die hard.