#anyway yea it's ritual of the night of course

[foxstens]

playing bloodstained

[beeloovedd]

First of all, I really like your fics about phantom with ocd

Can you write something about him having a REALLY tough time with his ocd and maybe even some comfort from Swiss or Mountain?

Maybe he’s so up in his head and kinda stuck in his thoughts and tries to refuse comfort?

And big thanks in advance if you write something

-Anon

Hi! Thank you!

And of absolutely course

TW: Crying, Mentions of Nightmares, a couple cheek and head kisses, trying to make it seem and act ok when your not, overthinking, panic

Characters: Phantom, Mountain and Swiss

As ok as anyone could be

Phantom sniffles quietly and hides more in the pillow to muffle up the quiet sobs

It's been a really long day...well a long week at that

They went to the store and he kept tapping everything, he tried to keep it minimal but people noticed and were looking at him

They had a meeting with the other churches and the masks felt too tight and too loose at the same time

Maybe it was just his mind running and him getting overstimulated

But today has been hard since he got up

As soon as he woke up his body was sore from tossing and turning all night from nightmares and not being able to sleep and his face was sticky from the sweat and the tears from not being able to sleep and the nightmares

Maybe the nightmares has a point

Maybe he was too much, too annoying, too loud

A burden

He didn't deserve the love the pack gives them if he just brings them down all the time

And here he is proving his point as his eyes begin to get glossy with tears

He quickly wipes his eyes and sits up slowly

He sniffles and takes a deep breath before standing

His head a bit dizzy and vision a bit blurry from tears

He begins to walk to the bathroom but first of course he has to do the compulsion Ritual

He sighs and taps his dresser twice with both hands then once with one hand

He taps the bed twice with both hands then quickly rushed to the bathroom before he finds something else to tap

He gets to the bathroom and quickly closes the door then looks at himself in the mirror before letting out a quiet groan

He taps the door knob twice then taps the wall three times then the other wall twice

He makes a small click noise with his mouth twice then he sighs quietly as he finishes for now

He turns on the water and cups it in his hands then puts it on his face

He splases the water on himself about 5 five times before turning it off then shaking off his hands

He looks at the sink knob and the towel, debating on which one to touch first

He lets out a small whine in his throat as his mind tells him something bad gonna happen either way

He stands there looking like a wet cat for a few seconds before finnaly just getting the Ritual over with

He takes a small and light deep breath before tapping the knob once with both hands then patting his face dry with the towel

His ears twitch as he ears knocking on his bedroom door and a muffled voice

He thinks it's just his mind, no one would or should actually care to look for him anyway

As soon as he finishes patting his face he hears his bedroom door open

He tenses as he realizes it wasn't his mind messing with him

"Hey Bug you in here?" He hears Swiss's voice from the other side

He takes a deep breath and shakes his hands slightly to try and calm down some of the anxiety

"Yea, just a minute" he says back as mind mind begins to run 10 times faster and he tries to calm himself down

Swiss looks at the door concerned and confused

He feels that something's off, a high spike in anxiety and sad energy

Though he thinks that could just be a false alarm or him just thinking that since he can't sense energy that good due to him not being a full earth or Quint ghoul

Phantom wipes his eyes and takes another quiet deep breath again

He opens the door and forces a smile

"Hey Swiss, what do you need?" He says with his voice breaking slightly

Swiss raises an eyebrow and looks at him

"Oh I just came to tell you that Cumulus and Aroura made cupcakes, though I don't know how many are left, cirrus and Dew kept sneaking some out" he says with a small laugh

Phantom chuckles, not surprised by Cirrus and Dew being cupcake thiefs

Then Swiss looks at phantom with a small smile to offer some comfort

"hey bug? I'm not trying to be an intruder and please tell me if I'm crossing anything here but are you ok? You've been in your room almost all day and the energy around here has been..off"

Phantom tenses, not liking or expecting this conversation again

He doesn't like talking about it, well it feels good to talk about it and get it off of his chest but he also really doesn't like putting the weight on his shoulders on to others

It shouldn't be their problem, he shouldn't be their problem, they have their own life, they should be worrying about his

"no I'm ok" he says with a forced small smile

Swiss raises an eyebrow and hold his hand out

"I know that's not true bug, what's wrong?"

Phantom tenses and avoids eye contact

"No really swiss! I'm fine, it's just been...a long day" he says, his voice breaking slightly towards the end, he hugs himself to provide himself a small bit of comfort

Swiss looks at phantom and opens his arms, letting the ghoul decide if he wants a hug or not

Phantom glances at Swiss, desperately wanting a hug but his mind telling him that he's being weak and that he doesn't deserve it

Phantom let's his heart win over his mind and falls into Swiss arms

Swiss hugs him tightly and Phantom finnaly lets his body win and let's himself cry into Swiss's shoulder

Swiss kisses his head and rubs his back as he lets the younger ghoul let everything out

He's just glad he was there to catch it

After a few minutes Phantom calmd down a bit and they move from standing to sitting on the bed

Stray tears fall down his cheeks as his mind continues to run

"I don't deserve this" he whispers out with a sniffle

"you don't deserve what, bug?" Swiss asks quietly

Phantom sniffles and looks up at Swiss

"anything, I-i don't deserve any of this" he says quietly with his voice cracking from the tears

Swiss looks down at him and pets his hair gently

"why don't you deserve this? You deserve the world Ant"

Phantom shakes his head and his breath hitches

"no.. I'm annoying, I'm a burden, I'm always keeping you guys behind or p-pulling you all down with me, you all have your own problems, you don't need to worry about mine" he whispers about with a sniffle, not even realizing he's saying what's on his mind

"i-im a bad ghoul, Swiss" he says as tears begin to fall again

Swiss looks down a phantom in surprise then gently and carefully makes phantom look up at him

"hey, we don't talk about ourselves like that, you wanna know something?" Swiss says as he waits for phantom to look him in the eye

"what?" Phantom says quietly

"you are the most special and fun ghoul I've ever met, in no way at all are you ever a burden or annoying, we all have our own wants and needs and that's perfectly ok, you can't keep trying to fight your thoughts alone, bug, you have us to help you now, and if you think your ever a bother then that's wrong, you always have us, got it?" Swiss say while gently cupping Phantom's face and wiping his tears

"g-got it" Phantom says with a last small sniffle

"good"

Swiss smiles and kisses his cheek and Phantom laughs

"now, how about you go get comfortable and I message mountain and ask him to bring us some tea and we'll watch the nightmare before Christmas again?" Swiss raises an eyebrow and smiles

"yes please!" Phantom says excitedly, jumping up to go get into his pajamas

Swiss laughs softly, happy that everythings ok now and texts Mountain

A few minutes later Swiss and Phantom are on the bed with phantom laying between Swiss's legs with his back to Swiss's stomach and swiss playing with Phantom's hair

"hey here you go" Mountain says softly as he hands mountain and Swiss their tea

"thank you" Phantom says with a smile as he takes a drink

"thank you Mount, wanna watch nightmare before Christmas with us?" Swiss says looks up at mountain with a smile

Mountain looks at them then at the tv

"you both are welcome and scootch" he says with a chuckle as he sits joins on the bed with them

Eventually the night falls and Phantom falls asleep on Swiss's chest and Swiss lays his head on Mountain's shoulder

"Long day?" Mountain asks as he runs his fingers lightly down Swiss's shoulder

Swiss shrugs

"Yea, for him too" Swiss says, leaning down to kiss phantoms head

"hes ok now?" Mountain asks with a soft smile

"as ok as anyone could be" swiss says with a smile before leaning up to kiss mountains cheek

Swiss leans his head back on Mountain's shoulder and mountain leans his head on top of Swiss's and they fall asleep peacefully on top of eachother

<3

[wolfstarhaven]

your favorite uni aus please and thank you <3

Hi anon🌸 Since many of my favourite uni!AUs are the same as my absolute favourites in general, you’ll recognise some of these fics from my others rec lists. But I just couldn’t exclude them! Anyway, I tried to include some other gems as well.

* = personal favourite

*Blends, by rvltn909 (191k)

Words got in the way sometimes, but Remus got the sense Sirius knew what he was trying to say.

General themes: slow burn(!!); pining; fluff; light angst; smut; strangers to friends to lovers.

(If you haven’t read blends yet, what are you even doing?)

*talking over cigarettes and drinking coffee, by beep348 (20k)

Remus and Sirius are in the same literature seminar at university and while Remus is great at reading books he is very bad at reading people.

General themes: pining; misunderstandings (remus thinks sirius is dating mary); strangers to friends to lovers; slow burn; fluff.

Size of the Moon, by deadsea (39k)

remus & sirius are dumb (american) college radio co-djs who, of course, often struggle to express feelings through anything but their playlists

General themes: friends to lovers; poor communication.

*Impossible Things, by accioromulus (14k)

It was an impossible thing, living with Remus Lupin--but Sirius was doing it anyway.

General themes: flatmates; pining; slow burn; friends to lovers; soft soft soft.

(Ok yea I know only remus is at uni and it’s not a main focus or anything, so perhaps this shouldn’t count BUT TRY AND STOP ME FROM INCLUDING THIS!! If you haven’t read this already you really must. It’s the law. I don’t make the rules)

Loose Ends, by impossiblemoon (40k)

Sirius Black was perfectly content with living his unremarkable life until he found himself in a chance meeting with the first person he couldn't instantly suss out. Remus Lupin was a complete mystery that captivated Sirius hook, line and sinker.

General themes: light angst; happy ending; breaking up & getting back together; sharing a bed.

Credit No Credit, by halictus (14k)

Remus and Sirius are both applying to graduate school. Whenever they cross paths at program visits, they inevitably hook up. This situation would make more sense to their friends if they weren't supposed to be enemies.

General themes: light enemies to lovers; rivals to lovers?; rivals with benefits; smut; past breakup.

you jump, I jump, by grumposaur (17k)

When Remus witnesses a disturbing event walking home one night, it sends him down a twisted path of many discoveries: secret societies, macabre rituals, cloaked figures, and a dark-haired boy who proves to be the most dangerous of all.

General themes: mystery; journalist!remus; this one is for you dark academia lovers; cults; flirting; happy but open ending.

*lover, you should've come over, by dykesiriusblack (105k)

The story of Remus and Sirius meeting at age 20, falling in love without meaning to, and not knowing how the fuck to deal with it for far too long.

General themes: ANGST! (read the tags!!); depression; chronic pain; happy ending; shitty communication; light enemies to lovers I guess; friends with benefits; on-and-off relationship; slow burn; jealousy.

Suite Nothings: Wolfstar Edition, by femme_de_lettres (61k)

When Remus Lupin was placed into a suite with James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius Black for his first year away at college, he didn't have very high expectations. When Sirius Black was placed into a suite with James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin for his first year at college, his expectations couldn't have been higher.

General themes: roommates; friends to lovers; some darker themes — read the tags; fluff.

Paper Walls, by Kember (66k)

Have you ever lived with a person you just can’t stand? Everything about them rubs you the wrong way, and yet, you can’t help thinking what it would be like to kiss them… Yeah, welcome to the life of Remus Lupin. He just wants to keep his head down, crack on with his studies, and maybe graduate at some point in the future. But his juvenile crush on his arrogant, impulsive, reckless housemate, Sirius Black, is going to be a major bump in that perfect road.

General themes: light enemies to lovers; not actually enemies tho; flatmates; miscommunication; jealousy; angst and fluff.

got a fascination (with your presentation), by spellingmynamewrong (8k)

When Remus thought of Oxford as a child, he envisioned turrets, laughter, and an unnameable, unforgettable magic. He did not envision vomiting his breakfast all over himself while standing in the halls of St. Catherine’s College.

General themes: meet-cute; pure fluff.

*Ocean of Fiction Blue, orphaned (13k)

Remus Lupin isn't sure what to make of his new flatshare situation. He's a quiet student with a past, who doesn't date and is determined to keep it that way. Then he meets his artist flatmate, Sirius Black and his entire world is turned upside down.

General themes: flatmates; pining; disabled!remus; so sweet.

xx Elliot

[horansqueen]

New Angel - Chapter 18

story masterlist [x]

chapter 1  ☆ chapter 2  ☆ chapter 3  ☆ chapter 4  ☆ chapter 5  ☆ chapter 6  ☆ chapter 7  ☆ chapter 8 ☆ chapter 9 ☆ chapter 10 ☆ chapter 11 ☆ chapter 12 ☆ chapter 13 ☆ chapter 14 ☆ chapter 15 ☆ chapter 16 ☆ chapter 17

NOTES

☆ written from Niall’s pov ☆ i don’t proofread, I never do, I hate it. ☆ AU comedy/fluff/smut/romance ☆ 2.5k ☆ i accept requests and ideas for this story, so message me in my inbox! ☆ if you want to be notified when this story is updated (or be taken off the update list) CLICK HERE

NIALL

"I can't believe you brought me here." Millie sighed, shaking her head slightly but grabbing a ball anyway. "I can't play, you know it!"

"You mentioned not being good at golf, and at football, but you never said anything about bowling." I argued, trying not to smile too much.

"I mentioned sports in general!" she let out a bit louder. "I suck at all of them."

This time, I couldn't help my lips from curling big. It was finally friday and also the fifth day Millie and I were spending together. It was insane how fast time seemed to pass when we were together but I liked it. I also liked the fact that she was ready to follow me in my stupid ideas, and I was happy to follow her in her crazy ones. I had had many friendships in my life but nothing ever felt like this one. I was trying new things, learning things too, and even discovering things about myself that I don't think I would have found out without Millie's help. I knew it wouldn't always be entertaining the way this week had been but it could definitely be enriching forever.

"You can do it! I believe in you!" I let out, half-joking.

She raised her nose up and grimaced before shaking her head. "Don't be money on me, you'll quickly become poor."

I chuckled and she turned around, grabbing the ball and throwing it in the alley. It rolled around and quickly reached the gutter, making me press my lips together as I tried not to laugh. Okay, maybe she really sucked at it.

"Okay, this is confirmed." Millie let out as she walked up to me. "Bowling is still a sport. I suck at it."

I laughed and finally got up, waking up to her and grabbing a ball too. I was not the best at bowling but I was not so bad either, and I grabbed her arm on my way, bringing her with me. I handed her the ball and she frowned for half a second before grabbing it and I turned her around, placing her hands on the ball. She allowed me to move her fingers, staring at what I was doing and licking her lips. It made me smile more and I kept my hand over hers.

"Okay fist off, you need to relax a bit. You're way too tensed. You need to stay relaxed when you give the swing." I explained slowly, waiting a few seconds. "God, Mill, relax!"

She sighed but I finally felt her relax against me as  I pressed my body slightly more against hers.

"Now you need to line up and not just throw the ball and hope it'll find the right way."

Millie's shoulders fell and she turned to me, frowning at me. It made me chuckle again and she raised her eyebrows.

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"No," I argued. "I think you expect to be bad at it so you put zero effort in it."

This time, her traits softened and she licked her lips again without answering my comment. "Okay, and what else?"

"Your swing needs to be relaxed, but when you finally throw the ball, you need to some power. Aim for the middle. Oh, and twist your wrist on the left. Not too much, just enough, okay?"

"This is too much information at the same time."

"Come on, Mill. You can do it."

I took a few steps back but kept my eyes on her as she breathed in and out before finally throwing the ball. Instead to get in the gutter, it rolled in the alley and hit two pins that feel down. Millie turned around swiftly, her brown hair moving around her body, and threw her arms in the air, letting her head fall back slightly.

"Yes! I'm the bowling queen!"

I crossed my arms on my chest and started laughing at her reaction. Some people turned around to look at us and I rolled my eyes, a smile still spread on my lips.

"Yea yea, I'm still gonna win."

We kept playing for a while and even if I won all the games, she was getting better and better and for some reason, it made me proud of her. We walked back to my car and as I was driving home, I saw her took her shoes off and bring her feet on the seat, wrapping her arms around her knees.

"Maybe someday, we can go try playing golf together." she explained, making me raise my eyebrows in surprised before I glanced at her. "If you're ready to teach me, of course."

"Yea! Yea of course!"

She sent me a bigger smile and leaned her cheek on her knees, still looking at me. "Cool, you're a good teacher, and I actually had fun."

"That was the goal."

As soon as we walked back in the apartment, she walked to the kitchen and I rushed to my room, grabbing a pack of cards and joining her as she put two beers on the table along with a bottle of vodka. We sat in front of each other and I started dealing the cards.

It was a ritual we had with Louis on every friday night but even if we hadn't talked about it together, neither of us had expected Louis to be there. He was barely at the apartment anyway these days and the fact that Millie still had feelings for him made me think it was actually better that way. We both knew he was spending all his time at his girlfriend's but we didn't mention it. In fact, we hadn't talked about Louis, Grace or Summer at all on that day either and I was fine with it. We could spend time filling the lists and all of that during the weekend... or never.

Millie pushed her empty beer away and filled our shot glasses with vodka. We swallowed it at the same time and I saw her eyes water.

"Don't drink too much." I pointed out, my lips curling on the right. "We're having a party tomorrow night, and also you won't be able to see your cards."

Millie laughed louder than expected and she shrugged a shoulder. "I probably won't get drunk tomorrow, to make sure everyone's safe."

"That's very mature of you." I replied with a small smile. "Now show me what you got."

Her eyes met mine and her lips curled into a cheeky smile. "Are you ready to lose?"

Just as I was about to answer, we heard the front door open and we both jumped slightly, not expecting it. Louis frowned when he entered the kitchen and after a few seconds, his face changed. Maybe I should have felt guilty for doing something with Millie that he was normally a part of, but I didn't.

"Shit, it's friday already?" he asked, placing his hands on the table and leaning closer. "Why didn't you guys remind me?"

"We just thought you were busy." Millie mentioned, shrugging a shoulder and looking at the cards in her hands.

"Maybe I could invite El?" he asked, ignoring her innuendo. "She could play with us."

"No, she can not." my best friend quickly replied before I could say anything.

"Fuck off Millie, why are you acting like that?"

I kicked my friend under the table and cleared my throat to catch Louis' attention but his eyes never left Millie who wouldn't even blink.

"What Millie means is that it's a thing we had only the three of us, you know?" I tried to explain calmly. "It's our thing, and adding someone would just not work."

It took over a minute for Louis to finally move his body back, his hands sliding on the table before they fell on each side of him. I could feel anger emanating of him and I didn't really understand what made him so mad. After all, he was the one who was never here, he was the one who literally dropped us for his girlfriend, and he was the one who broke Millie's heart. If anything, we should be the angry ones.

"Well apparently, you guys don't need me anymore."

I was expecting him to storm off but it's Millie who got up quickly, her chair making an annoying noise as it rubbed against the floor.

"You're the one who doesn't need us anymore, Louis!" she pointed out, making my heart jump in my chest. "So you know what? You fuck off!"

Quickly, Millie threw her cards on the table and grabbed the bottle of vodka, rushing out of the kitchen. i jumped again when she closed the door of her room roughly and slowly got up, shaking my head and leaning myself with my hands on the table.

"Did you really propose to bring your girlfriend here? Are you stupid of what?"

i was talking low but I knew he totally heard how pissed I was with the tone of my voice.

"Shut up, Niall!" Louis quickly replied, his voice louder than mine. He searched for something in his pocket and shook it between his fingers. I frowned slightly until I realized it was Millie's list and my lips parted.

"You didn't have the right to read this." I pointed out, my heart skipping a beat.

"Oh yea? Well Millie forgot it in the living room!"

It was definitely an accident and somehow, I thought it could have just slipped out of her pocket when we were watching tv. She probably didn't know it was there and even if she did, she probably thought Louis wouldn't come back for a while and that it was safe. I knew it was wrong of me to blame him for checking a random paper but I was mad anyway.

"That is none of your business!" I let out, trying to snatch the paper out of his hand.

He pulled away just in time and I breathed in, trying to remain calm. "This is my fucking business! My name is all over it!" he argued.

"That doesn't make it your business!"

I was getting even angrier and at the same time, I just wanted to leave and join Millie. It was her I should be with instead to be arguing with Louis, which was most likely useless anyway.

"Oh but it's your business, right? Because you think I was not good enough for her! You think she deserves better than me!"

In a rough movement, Louis threw the list on the table and I quickly grabbed it tight as I remembered what I had written on it.

"She does! She fucking does, okay!" I almost yelled. "You didn't treat her the way she deserves! She deserves better!"

"And who's better, Horan? Uh? Who's better for her? You?"

The way he said the last word was like a slap in the face and without thinking, I moved my upper body back, still staring at him. I didn't want to pick sides at first but now I had done it without even thinking about it. I looked at my best friend and felt my heart drop in my chest. We were both fighting for no good reason and I hated it. I licked my lips and breathed in deeply before sighing.

"Look, I'm not gonna fight with you, okay?" I let out in a softer tone. "You and Millie... you went through something, and she needs time. Which works because you're busy too. I just want to be there for her, okay? Don't take it so personal."

"How can I not?" Louis pointed out, still a bit mad. "This is my name! This is me you're talking about!"

I sighed again and shook my head. "Just.. go find your girlfriend, okay? I'll see you at the party tomorrow."

Louis' eyes moved up and down on me and finally sighed too. "Yea, it's better I leave for now."

Without an other word, he walked to his room probably to grab a few things and I waited until I heard the front door close again. I walked to my room to get changed and turned all the lights off before walking to until Millie's door, knocking gently on it.

"Mill, can I come in?"

It took a few seconds and I heard the door unlock before it opened. Millie stood in front of me, staring in my eyes, and I noticed she got changed too. We stared at each other for a while and I raised my eyebrows, making her sigh but move away to let me in.

We ended up laying in her bed, under the covers, facing each other, and I kept silent for a while. Her eyes seemed to shine with the lights coming from her window and I realized she had been tearing up, maybe she even shed a few tears.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm.. I'm at that point where my heart aches because I love him but I know he's not meant for me. I know I was not happy with him. I know that what we had was not what a love relationship should be. And... realizing that hurts, too."

I let my eyes room on her face and it made me think about Grace. Perhaps I was exactly at that same place when it came to my ex girlfriend and although it did hurt, I was slowly getting used to it. Maybe I should give Summer a chance, after all? It was not good to stick or hang on to something like the relationship I had with Grace, or the one Millie had with Louis. We should both seek something better and I knew it. Happiness was possible, it just needed a bigger effort.

"That's a first step in the right direction." I explained in a whisper. "You're doing great, I'm super proud of you."

Millie's lips curled in a grateful smile and she pressed her lips together.

"Thank you. I'm proud of you too."" she murmured back. "You're gonna sleep here with me?"

"If you want me to." I proposed with a shrug as she nodded quickly. "Then I will."

She reached for the lamp near her bed and turned the light off before laying back down in bed. I started thinking about Summer and how I never really gave her a chance. I didn't love her but I really liked her. She was a pretty and sweet girl and I had no idea why I was rejecting her over and over again. I knew I needed time to make a choice but the more I was thinking about it, the more I knew my choice wouldn't be Grace.

"Niall?"

"Mm?"

"You're never gonna leave, right?" she breathed out, taking me out of my thoughts.

"Where do you want me to go?"

"You know what I mean." she whispered again, making my eyes flutter open. I kept blinking a few times until I could see her shadow in the dark. "I lost Louis, I don't want to lose you, too."

I reached for her hand on the mattress and squeezed her fingers as tight as I could. "I'm never gonna leave, I promise. I'll always be there for you."

[enigma-im]

What We Do With Shadows Pt.2

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Shadow monster x F!Human Warnings: kitchen sex, fluff, blood mention, minor violence, takes place immediatly after the first

Word Count: 3406

Pt.1

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I wake up a few hours later, glancing at the window, it’s still dark out. I rub my face into the pillow below me, taking in a deep breath. I go to sit up but I'm pulled back down.

"Why are you up," Raguel grumbles against my back. At some point in the night, we have switched to spooning. His arms are wrapped tightly around my stomach and our legs are twined together.

"Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you," I look over my shoulder. He hums before rubbing his forehead to the back of my neck.

"Its alright," He takes in a deep breath," you smell like me."

"Do I? I should probably go shower then," I try to get up again. I didn’t get to do any of my post-sex rituals, probably need to clean the sheets later today. Before I can get far Raguel pulls me back down. Turning so I'm resting on his chest.

"Don’t you ever, stay like this for a while longer or I will bend you over again," he purrs near my ear. Licking the shell as he squeezes me a bit tighter.

I blush," So you really want to do that again?"

He stops abusing my ear," Of course I do. Every day if that’s an option."

"Everyday," I yelp," are you trying to kill me?" he chuckles against me. He flips us over so he is on top, looking down at me with a wide grin.

"I could never, I promised you everything and I don’t intend to lose you anytime soon," he leans down and pecks my nose," Shall I demonstrate my dedication? I can actually take my time this go around." He leans back down for a kiss but I press against his chest.

"I think food and a shower is needed first," I try to argue. He pouts," also I need to go to the bathroom."

He huffs," fine, I shall relent this time. I need to go deal with something anyway. Meet you downstairs for some very early breakfast?"

"Yea, what do you have to deal with," I ask. Instead of answering he leans down and kisses me. He parts but leans back for another, then another. I push him away after a moment, really needing to pee. "Ok Raguel, meet you downstairs," I smile up at him, petting up his chest.

He holds my hand against himself," So beautiful, how often would you say your ex made you smile?" I notice him calling Nick my ex. Which I guess is right.

"Not enough," I answer honestly," Now let's get up, you are distracting me."

He leans down and buries his face on my neck, purring," You are no saint either, laying here naked beneath me."

"I can change if you like," I tease back.

He growls against me," I'd keep you naked here all day if I could. Actually, that sounds like a plan. I'll get us some food and you stay here."

"Raguel," I chuckle," I really need to go to the bathroom." he relents, falling to my side.

"Fine," he huffs. I get out of bed and look over at him sprawled out. He turns his head and gives me a once over, "You should leave now because this view is giving me ideas."

I quickly scurry away, feeling giddy as anyone could be. I trot down the hall, the pep in my step unfamiliar to me. It's an old feeling to be so excited, like a long lost friend. I know when I was first with Nick the feeling with always there but as time went so did the enjoyment. Chalking that up to the plateauing of our relationship. Shortly after the joy of a new relationship just vanished into anxiety and fear. Raguel brought fear but mostly of the unknown. His words brought on confliction and doubt that bloomed into self-determination.

I like Raguel, that's simple. I don't really know where we are going after this. Though he has admitted and confirmed his attraction and devotion the worry still lingers of his true intentions. He cannot be all good, there are no such things as heroes in polished armor ready to save a helpless person. That is just childish of me to assume such a thing, just like it's childish to assume he will be true and kind forever.

I trail out the bathroom in thought though a bit of satisfaction still rests in my chest. I was never one for such raunchy displays but the way Raguel claimed me in front of Nick was all too satisfying to not feel the next day. Walking into my room I immediately notice Raguel's absents. A twang of stress slithers into my brain but I cannot bring myself to fuel the flame this time.

I grab some clothes and dress casually for the day. Making my way downstairs I ponder if Raguel actually requires food. I start on a simple breakfast that’s easily made and shared amongst two people. As I watch the eggs quickly fry in the pan a pair of arms snake around my waist, pulling me flush against a body.

"Smells good," Raguel sways us. A smile forces its way onto my lips, peeling back more as his lips drag along my cheek.

"I didn't know how you would want your eggs so I made them scrambled," I glance at him from the corner of my eye," I hope that is alright."

"whatever you make I will devour it like a starving man," he answers. He snags a piece from the pan before walking away. I watch him for a moment, finally admiring him in the light. His attractiveness is just as appealing now as it was last night. Though his strangeness attempts to trump that allure, it only seems to fuel it. The swaying tail catches my attention though, remembering that curled around my thigh last night.

"See something you like," Raguel purrs. I meet his eyes, having ripped my attention from the lazy swings of his thin tail.

"I-ah-sorry," I blush. Quickly, I twist away focusing back on the food. I shift the food around embarrassed, flustered at the lude images plaguing my thoughts.

Arms curl back around my waist," Now, no need for all that, love. I want your attention constantly, especially when it's with such an open invitation." his fingers slowly slide down my sides, cupping my hips as he pulls them back. "that was an invitation," he licks up my neck," Right?"

I shutter in his arms," It is now," I mumble under my breath. His cocky chuckle brings a chill to my skin.

"Good girl," he purrs. He reaches in front of me, taking the pan off the stove before fisting the hem of my shirt. He curls the fabric slowly upwards, his other hand resting on the newly exposed skin. His warm palm gropes at my stomach, trailing upward with my shirt till he can squeeze at my chest. He growls in my ear, his teeth dimpling the skin of shoulder as he nibbles. His hips nudge my ass, requesting as well as demanding.

"Raguel," I murmur. He tweaks my nipple, brushing the pads of his fingers along the pebbled peaks. Soon his other hand runs lazily down my torso to reach my crotch. He slides under the edge of my pants, cupping my crotch swiftly. Raguel delves a finger between my folds, growling excitedly as he feels my wet heat. With only a few strokes to my begging clit does he change objectives.

As one hand palms at my chest and the other grinding against my crotch Raguel shoves my pants down. As I look down I see the faint wisps of darkness fading away, a snicker coming from behind me.

"I seem to have no patience when it comes to you," he bends me forward," it seems some practice would be in need to conquer the likes of you, temptress." I catch myself on my hands, framing the stove in front of me. The heat of the previously lit top is a completely different feeling to the heat of Raguel's cock nudging at my folds. Within a blink he shoves forward, wasting no time being buried within me.

"Oh god," I clench at the counter, my head falling forward. Raguel's body cradles me against his with a sigh of relief. His fingers flex against my crotch, his chest resting warm against my back. He chuckles, sending hot breath down my shirt.

"God? I thought I was an angel," he laughs," but I guess I like the ring of God just a bit better." I want to scoff at his ego but his retreating cock steals my breath. He forces the air back in with a sharp buck of his hips. He stills once again, sighing against the back of my neck.

Raguel's hips draw back barely a few inches then slapping forward harshly. The slow languid pull-outs are the complete opposite to the demanding bucks forward. It feels almost like he regrets pulling back to begin with, rushing to fill the space he regretfully left. His pace is torturous but words evade me more than ever now. The hand over my crotch grinds oh so well into my clit with every buck. The harsh thrusts making me hump into his awaiting palm. His slow but harsh pace is taking too long, it's becoming harder to keep quiet.

"Raguel," I sinfully groan. The command for more rests on the tip of my tongue but the words refuse to leave.

"Yes, love," he purrs so erotically in my ear. His rumbling voice makes my head turn to mush, flatling my heart as I hear the excitement in his words.

"P-Please," I spill out," please."

"What do you need? Ask your god for anything," he bucks sharply," I'm here solely for your pleasure."

My legs nearly give out at his egotistical declaration. The cocky tone mixed with his devoted words nearly undoes me.

"Faster," I say firmly," please, Raguel."

" Good girl," he growls," your wish is my command."

He pulls out slow once more before thoroughly fucking me. His hip slap against me, clapping at my cheeks loudly. I jolt with every thrust, clenching the counters in a white grip. A drawn-out groan starts lowly in my throat, my insides being set aflame with his cock. I cannot think, only feel as he ravages me. The sensation is only similar to the first time he did this. No one has come close to the way he makes me sing.

"Eva," he murmurs against my shoulder," I need you to cum for me, fuck, please." my eyes rolls at his plead, the change in command thrilling me so. I adore what he does to me but I almost adore more what I do to him.

His fingers flex messily over my clit as he bucks and thrusts into my body. I can't hold on anymore, falling for the climax that bursts from within.

I hold the counter as my legs shake. I faintly feel a hand trail over my arm as I cry out in ecstasy. Fingers card through mine, holding them in a tight grip as I clench around Raguel's now throbbing cock. His choked grunts match with my drawn-out moans. I can feel him shoot his load inside me, adding to my already heart-stopping orgasm. We ride out our peaks, fueling the other with our erotic singing.

Before I can allow myself to think straight Raguel takes me to the floor. Slowly he settles use against the cabinets, our back resting against the cold wood. His arms stay snug around me as I sit lax in his lap. Occasionally I feel him press short peck to the back of my head, nuzzling his nose to my hair.

"We should get up and eat breakfast before it gets cold," I mumble, petting my fingertips over his arm. He hums in answer, pecking my temple with his lips.

"Just a moment longer," he grumbles.

"Don't fall asleep on me now," I tease. He huffs in amusement, swatting my thigh with his tail.

"Not my fault you’re a succubus whose sole purpose is to drain me everything I have," he jokes. I fluster easily at his accusation. I hardly assumed myself to be 'sexy' or 'alluring' enough to be titled as a succubus.

After a moment of cuddling on the floor, we get up. I pull my pants back on as Raguel heads for the cabinets. He grabs two plates and two cups, setting them on the counter. I help out, reaching for a plate to fill with the breakfast I made. Before I can reach it his tail wraps around my wrist and tugs me away.

"No, I got this. Go sit down," he scolds, pointing towards the table. I watch him confused, meals are my job. Nick never wanted to busy himself with such feminine tasks.

"but-," I try to convince him otherwise.

"No," he interrupts," you drain my balls, I serve you food. That’s the deal." I fluster immediately, squirming as I focus on the feel of him still inside me. I want to retort with something, anything, but words fail me. He grins, walking over to peck me on the lips. "Go sit," he whispers. I just nod, turning and walking to the dining table.

Raguel swiftly decorates the plates with an assortment of food then places them on the table. We feast in relative silence, passing flirty glances once in a while. Everything feels so carefree this morning, not a stroke of tension to be found. It's strange in its own right to be so happy when yesterday I was being so blank for what feels like my whole life. Nick took so much out of me that it felt normal to be so out of touch. Only having Raguel in my life for a day has changed so much.

I watch Raguel for a moment, seeing him finish off his sides of berries. He catches my eye as he pops a blueberry into his mouth, he gives me a toothy grin.

"Thank you," I smile back. He leans forward to rest his head on his propped up hand.

"Whatever for, love," he asks. I watch him for a moment more, capturing this scene as vividly as possible in my mind.

"Thanks for being here and… god, for everything really," I shrug. There aren't enough words to capture how I feel at this moment. To have nothing then to have everything is too fulfilling to put into mere sentences.

Raguel's playful grin twists into such admiration it feels like cupid shooting an arrow into my heart. He sits up from the table, rounding it to crouch next to me. He grabs the edge of my seat and jerks it to face him. Then he crawls between my legs, pushing my knees away so he fits perfectly.

Raguel reaches up and cradles my face," I have been in this house for years, haunting these grounds out of boredom more than demand. I have seen a lot in my time, seeing more than you could ever know. Those years have been nothing compared to the past 24 hours. To finally feel your lips against mine, to have your body expertly molded against mine, it's a dream come true. The cherry on top is putting that scum bag ex in his place. I've watched you for some time and last night is when I knew I loved you. Eva, I love you so damn much that it feels like I'm going to burst with it. Thank you, thank you so much Eva for accepting me into your life so easily. I will repay that in full for the rest of my life."

I can't even begin with how touching his words are. My heart aches in my chest with the swelling of emotions, quick to burst at any moment. I have to grab, I have to pull him close and kiss that cocky, arrogant face.

"to the rest of our lives," I smile into the kiss.

"To the rest of our lives," he grins back.

the day turns into a close as Raguel admires the gift resting in his arms. He knows that everything in his life should warn him against having something so special like her. Yet his wants can't be denied, what he wants he gets. That is the way of life, anything worth fighting for is also worth dying for. Not that the threat looms over him but the threat to her still exists in some capacity and that will never sit well for Raguel.

Raguel watches Eva for a moment longer than intended, just too captivated by the human to sneak away. The ideas of his task begin to take hold of his imagination to the point that he can finally turn away from her. With a sigh he forms into a mist, drifting out of the room with ease.

He drifts swiftly through the hall and down the stairs, seeping through the floorboards into the cellar. The dark dank room only has the sounds of dripping water as Raguel converges back into himself. With a flick of his hair, he casually walks into the barely lit room ahead. As he creaks open the door a sharp inhale is heard from beyond.

"Good evening, nick," Raguel grins, meeting the eyes of the exhausted man.

"Please," Nick weeps," I won't tell anyone, just let me go." Raguel crosses the room swiftly, admiring the wet, bleeding man strung up before him. The cruel lacerations decorating his chest brings a thrill to Raguel. The blood that has streamed down his torso is long dried after this morning. It's perhaps time to make some new ones.

"Now why would I let you go," Raguel tilts his head," we have only just gotten to know each other." wisps of smokes spread across the floor, lazily trailing towards Nick. The teasing path leaves enough time for Nick to notice, panting, and writhing against his confines.

"No, please," Nick begs. The tendrils of smoke crawl up his body towards his chest, coalescing against his cuts. They thread through the wounds, expanding once they enter. The reopened lashes pool with blood, drops running down his chest once more. Nick whimpers in pain as Raguel snickers in delight.

"I had a fantastic day with Eva," Raguel starts as he paces the room," she cooked breakfast, which is so nice of her, and we made love on your kitchen floor. I had her screaming my name, I wouldn't be surprised if you didn’t hear it. She even called me god, how fulfilling."

"stop," Nick pleads," you can have her, I won't bother you two again. I swear!"

Raguel tosses a blank look at the man, crossing his arms behind himself as he walks forward. He towers over the injured man with such superiority that Nick would cower if he could.

"Do you believe I need your permission? Do you assume you have some semblance of power here that you can freely give and take choices," Raguel quickly grabs at Nick's chin, forcing his focus on solely him," You do not plague this house with your filth any longer! You had your chance and now I have mine. Eva belongs to me, not because I demand it but because I earned it. Now, remember your place because you have surely earned it as well." Raguel shoves Nick away, his nails biting into the man's cheek before he departs.

As Nick sulks against the far wall Raguel walks over to a corner. He investigates the items in front of him, grabbing a suitable object. He carries it behind his back as he walks back towards nick.

"I'm feeling quite joyful this evening so tell me, Nick," Raguel twists the gardening fork to his front," what're your thoughts on landscaping?"

The cries of pain cannot be heard through the house, not a soul knows about the reckoning happening just below.

As Raguel finishes playing he cleans up and heads back into bed. As he settles under the sheets Eva twists to grab at him, curling into his side swiftly. With a smile, Raguel kisses the crown of her head, pulls her in close, and falls asleep. Both feeling content and safe as a deviant soul clings to life below.

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Did y’all know Raguel is actually a bad dude? When I made him I wanted him to be cocky, arrogant, but a little sweet. With Eva is gentle and patient, if not a little insecure. He has never had to attract someone and he wants Eva to like him. he will protect and love her but to do that he will straight up kill a man. so he is mean and violent, even losing his tempers at times, but with Eva he is sweet and gentle. i like him for that. God, i would love to do a character ask with him, he has so much to him that i haven’t written.

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[exodusmc]

Wolf and its sheep

Genre: smut, werewolf au, slight enemies to lovers 

Words: 2273

Paring: Werewolf Hoseok x witch reader

Warning!:Mentions of alcohol, blood(not grafic), fingering, pet names, slight degrading, biting, rough, unprotected sex(use protection), making out, doggy, breeding kink, knot

a/n: Would anyone want a smut series with different monsters for halloween?? Btw hope you have a great day :)

Gif is not mine 

“What the hell?!”staring at the mope of dark hair, filled with bad neon streaks, you hissed.

The boy only smirked, eyes trailing down your wet shirt. He spilled his drink on you and had the audacity to laugh. This is why you hated werewolves, especially the one named Hoseok. He had been the bane of your existence ever since you got to know him, that first day in highschool. Being a witch, you weren’t loved by everyone but oh god, you wished to not be the lamb to the wolf.

“Sorry sorry, didn’t see you witchy..”his looped sided smirk sent anger boling in your blood and if you could, you’d curse him right then and there, force him to turn into a chihuahua every full moon instead.

“Yeah right..”you wanted to scream mut at him but his pack was lurking around to your right, snickering like they always did. Fuck this guy and his friends, you hated them all.”I hope you can see further than your thick skull next time..”

Pushing past him, you purposely hit his shoulder, glaring daggers into his golden eyes. You knew from the beginning that you shouldn’t have come to the party but of course had Mina convinced you, even when you pointed out the extent of werewolves which would come. 

-

Two weeks later you were sitting in the library, reading some text about the half moon, when the chair in front of you was pulled out. Lifting your eyes, you instantly frowned at the brown hair with just a stubborn neon green strand left.

“What do you want?”poison laced your tone and Hoseok only laughed.

“Why? Can’t I just visit my favorite witch?”you had seen him smile before, something which seemed to soften his face, but every time he looked at you, would it only be a shit eating grin. 

“No.”

“Oh come onnn!”he whined softly, leaning towards you from his chair. You could see the bubbling mischief in his eyes, the dread  of what was to come making you swallow.”We are having a party on Friday and I want you to come. You’re free right? Or are there some blood ritual you need to do under the full moon? Curse a poor child?”

Frowning at him, you stood up from the wood chair, the friend keeping your aching legs company. Hoseok watched with amusement, lips partying to speak again but you left before he could take a breath, thinking about cursing him under the full moon. 

-

“Why won’t you gooo?!”Mina’s voice rang in your head, her sentence just an hour old. 

She went to the party, she was drunk, she had fun, but she wanted you to be there, she would never understand. Mina wasn’t a witch, only bearing fairy blood and not the kind which made you what you were. It also meant she didn’t experience the hate you received. Some blamed witches for turning humans into monsters but you didn’t believe that, no one could have that power. 

A knock on your door broke the spiraling late night thoughts you had, heavy eyes opening wide. 

Mina was the first name to cross your brain but she wouldn’t knock, probably scream instead. But if it wasn’t her, then who? The clock had just struck  11 pm and when you glanced out your window could you see the full moon in all its glory.

“Yes?”instantly was your whole apartment smelling like alcohol and something sweet.”Why are you here?  I thought I already told you no..”

Hoseok actually smiled sheepishly towards you, cheeks a little rosy, pupils slightly blown. His hair was wild, like he ran here, and his clothes were covered in some sort of paint. You were pretty sure he was drunk but you had read about werewolves getting the same effect from the full moon.

“I know but I’m here anyway..”his voice was lower than usual, pupils almost taking over his irises. It didn’t sit right with you, a feeling of dread spreading through your stomach. He would never do anything, at least you thought so…”And Mina said it was a good idea to visit.”

Why would she say that?

“I don’t believe she did that..”Hoseok frowned, leaning forward into your personal space. 

Heat radiated from him, reaching for your exposed skin. You swallowed too hard, heart picking up speed and if Hoseok would have had ears, they would have flickered towards you. He heard it, no doubt, but you could still keep your mask. Can’t he just leave?And maybe stop making your heart rush at lightning speed…

“But she did and I think you aren’t as mad as you try to be..”he was fast, like every other werewolf, soon standing inside your apartment, back against your gaping form.”I think you can’t hide anymore..”

Turning around, the door closed and you were pressed up against it. His normally brown eyes glowed red and when he smirked were canines shining sharp. The moon fell over him, his breath mixed into yours. 

“Tell me Y/n…can you hide? Can my little sheep run?”you gaped at him, gaze rolling around his face, the confiance which painted every feature.

“H-Hoseok what are you doing?”you tried to sound mad but your voice came out breathless, a shiver crawling down your spine when he lifted a finger to stroke over your jaw.

“I’m claiming what’s mine…”leaning forward, his lips placed a wet kiss on your jugular, sucking ever so softly. You felt his teeth scrape against your skin as he moved up to your ear.”I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time baby…let me have a taste, yea?”

You were getting lost, eyes losing focus as his voice seemed to set you in a trance. This wasn’t the annoying Hoseok you knew, this was a predator catching his prey and you were it. 

“Tell me Y/n…can I have a taste?”he moved away, left you cold and aching, but Hoseok refused to touch you before you said yes, only glaring you down. 

“Y-yes..”his smile was wide but there was nothing gentle about it, hands slowly creeping up your arms until they found hone right under your ear, thumbs lifting your chin. 

Hoseok kissed you, hard, pressing you against the door until you thought it would break. He seemed rushed, lips moving fast like he starved for them, tongue messing with your own. There was no time to breathe, not as your hands moved up to his soft locks. You tugged on them, scraping his scalp, electing low grumbles from his chest. Hoseok was absorbed with the way you felt, fingers traveling to your pajama covered legs.

You suddenly remembered that you weren’t really prepared for this, wearing not so sexy underwear but at the same time…you didn’t really think Hoseok would come bursting through your door and start making out with you. 

“Jump..”his low growl made you break from the kiss, legs falling around his hips while his hands squeezed the flesh of your butt. He smirked, licking swollen lips. Why was he suddenly so hot?”Such a good kitty, listening to everything I say..”

He moved across the room, letting you stare at his neck and peeking collarbones, the sweat forming on his hairline, but you didn’t get to kiss him. Hoseok was determined to make you want him as much as he wanted you.

“You’re my pretty girl, right?”your back dropped onto the not so glamorous bedding you slept on, Hoseok between your thighs and eyes still glowing. He was fighting the wolf but it would be worth all the time it would take. The possessiveness in his voice gave you  butterflies when it probably shouldn’t, heat spreading to your cheeks. His fingers snaked down to your nape, grabbing the hair so you had to arch your back. A breathy moan escaped you when you felt his teeth against the front of your neck, a growl coming deep from his chest when he spoke again.”You’re mine..”

Somewhere in your head, you knew he would mark you but the lust had taken over, left you a mess of his hands, his breath, his mouth. Hoseok could smell you like never before, mouth nipping at the flesh of your no exposed shoulder. He was losing patience and tore the t-shirt you had on, smirking like a devil, like a wolf, at your perky nipples. 

Dragging his fingernail down the valley between your breasts, eyes on you,  Hoseok smirked. The strong willed witch whom he played around with, whom he annoyed, was falling apart under his hands. 

“Here…”he whispered in your ear, hand resting on your stomach.”Here will my puppies be…”

Goosebumps scattered around your body, breath picking up as his fingers slid further down. You were warm and dripping, feeling so small under his moon lit figure, but it felt good, it felt like you could melt from your bones if he touched you. 

“You’ll be a good girl and take them, right?”his breath fanned down your neck, heavy and hot. Hoseok was staring at the skin over your collarbone, staring at the untouched flesh where his mark should be.”You’ll take them all..”

You had been so distracted by his mumbles, by his nipping at your earlobe, you hadn’t noticed his hand slipping into your bottoms. Not until his finger dragged across your pussy, collecting the pooling wetness.

Hoseok felt it, he smelled it. It was intoxicating to say the least, the way you screamed for him without using your words. The simple curle of his fingers in you managed to get the real sounds out of you. 

You gasped out a moan and saw stars the more he coaxed your orgasmn to come closer. A squealing sound left your pussy, something you didn’t have time to be embarrassed by, but it made him hard in his pants, the wolf in him howling. 

Leaving you on the edge of pleasure, Hoseok ripped your pajama pants in two, forcefully parthing you slightly trembling thighs. His mouth watered at the sight you were, teeth growing sharper as his nails pierced your skin. It made you exhale loudly, back arching just a little. He smiled at the way your body was so ready for his cock, his knot to sit deep inside of your pathetic pussy. 

“Oh can’t my little kitten wait? Does she want my cock and puppies so bad??” the moon made him crazy, eyes gleaming red like the blood dripping down the inside of your thighs.”Look at you…leaking all over your bed like a little slut.”

He growled, made your lower stomach combust in need. You whined at his teasing, at the way he so painfully dragged out time. The fact that you could be full now but weren’t made you annoyed. However, Hoseok flipped you around and before you could protest again, did you feel the head of his cock dragging between you swollen folds. He hissed himself and let go of all the control, letting out a final exhale before he bottomed out in you. You could feel him so deep, almost kissing your cervix, but it felt good, it felt amazing. All the anger you fely for him was gone, replaced by your high moans as he moved in and out, replaced with searing hotness. Hoseok could see wetness shining on your thighs, mixing slightly with the blood. It made his wolf growl mine. You were his and nobody else’s, his to hold, his to destroy. 

Your arms were shaking so bad you could hold yourself up, chest falling down onto the sheets. Somewhere along the line had Hoseok ripped his own clothes off, dragging his hands up your sides until they found your neck and hair. He forced you to sit up while keeping his speed up, cock pistoning in and out of your poor pussy, making you feel so good. 

“G-good girl…taking me so well..”he groaned by your ear, squeezing lightly around your neck while you bounced up and down. You were reaching the end, eyes blurring and back arching borderline painfully.”You want it, right? Want all my cum..”

Hoseok was close as well, mouth kissing featherlight on your shoulder, prepping the place where he would bite. He could feel your walls give a final squeez, milking him for everything he got. His teeth pierced your skin and you screamed,  pain and pleasure becoming a big mess of emotions. Hoseok came as well, arms holding you up, resting over your chest. Cum pumped into you, so much so a little bump formed over your lower stomach. 

You weren’t completely there when his knot grew, keeping the cum in your quivering pussy, but Hoseok was. His body fell onto your bed, trying to hold you up until you laid on the messed up sheets. He was breathing hard, watching your chest rise and fall, staring at the wound on your shoulder. You were his now but he was yours as well. 

Hoseok really didn’t think this through because if you rejected him…it would hurt worse than hell for him but you would be fine. He really fucked up..however, at the same time was he happy to finally have you. The wolf was done with pretending and playing, he just wanted to have the one the moon choose for him. 

Tomorrow, he thought as he covered you and himself, tomorrow will he care but tonight are you his and he is yours.

[obeymeaskme]

Man Eating Orchids Leviathan x Reader (SFW) (Long)

A/N: Welcome to our (Noelle’s and Espie’s) Very first Obey Me: One Master To Rule Them All boyfriend Scenario! You’ve been going to the school for a while now, and you’ve been given the chance to be with Levi! Perhaps too much of a chance! What devilish plan has Asmodeus cooked up for the two of you?

Rolling over out of bed, you had started your daily morning ritual. Still slightly trying to get used to having to wake up in the morning with no sunlight from the constant moon hanging in the Devildom skies. The noise of a couple demon brothers was the sound that aroused you from sleep. As usual they were being rowdy, there was never a dull moment in the House of Lamentation. Usually there was a seat open next to Mammon but then you noticed there was an empty seat next to Levi for once. As you walked closer to the table you noticed Levi waving toward you to come over. “You can sit here if you want, although I won’t really care if you do or don’t.” He said while glancing to the side. Deciding to sit next to Levi who looked happy to see that you chose to sit next to him. “Be grateful for this opportunity to sit next to...mwah, I usually don’t let normies sit near me.” He said while smiling slightly. “Oh? And what makes MC any different?” Asked Lucifer teasingly. “Yea If MC iS SuCh A NoRmIe?” Mammon asked mockingly, with a slight crack in his voice. “Shut- Shut up! At least I’m not poor!” Levi replied glaring at him. “There was an empty seat and I thought it’d be a once and a lifetime offer for MC to sit next to the one and only, Leviathan! The greatest gamer on the Interwebs!” Said Levi. “Hmmm….That’s all there is to it?” Questioned Lucifer obviously trying to tease him. “Of course!” He said, not sounding too sure of himself. And in true 'saved by the Bell fashion' everyone's phone either buzzed or dinged, except Satan and Asmodeus'. Looking down at your DDD you saw a text message from the RAD newspaper club.

For one day, and one day only, the human world decides to celebrate their affection towards each other on a holiday called 'Valentines day'! In support of our exchange students from said world, we shall be selling Poisoned dart frogs covered in chocolate, white chocolate covered tarantulas, Weasel snout charms, and moonlight grown Man eating Orchids! Make sure to stop by the main lobby and get your special Incubus or Succubus that delectable treat or tool to sacrifice humans!

Ding

A quick update: the man eating Orchids are actually made of plastic, so they will not be useful for human sacrifices!

 Everyone at the table turned their heads toward Asmodeus staring at him. “What? I know I’m beautiful and all but all these gazes are over stimulating~” He said innocently. “Asmodeus…..why do you think we’re staring at you?” Asked Lucifer giving a downcasted gaze. “Isn’t it obvious, because I’m the most beautiful thing you’ve laid your eyes upon~” he replied confidently. Lucifer looked fed up. “What he is trying to say is that you planned this, didn’t you Asmodeus?” Replied Satan. “Maybe~” Said Asmodeus while everyone continued to stare at him. “I thought it would be fun! Think about it, a whole day dedicated to me, Basically~ I am the avatar of lust after all~” Levi face palmed while the rest of the brothers looked unamused. 

Everyone all went back to eating breakfast in moderate silence apart from the occasional comment or two and the clinking of silverware. After that it was off to school. That in itself wasn't anything out of the ordinary. No one seemed all too happy about the Valentine's day "merchandise". You even saw a slouching Asmodeus dragging himself through the halls, probably disappointed over the fact he wasn't getting any food or flowers. You felt kind of bad for him but couldn’t do anything about it anyways. As you walked through the halls on your way to class one of the items in the Valentine’s cart caught your eye. It was the man eating orchid and the chocolate poison dart frogs that was mentioned in the school notification from earlier. You thought back to the kindness Levi showed you this morning and were considering repaying the favor. He was picked on quite often from his brothers after all….maybe this would cheer him up? You decided to purchase the two items and made your way to class. It excited you to think about what reaction he would have towards the gifts. As you entered the classroom you saw Mammon already sitting in his seat behind you. Levi still wasn’t there yet, lucky for you as you wanted it to be a surprise. You took your seat and Mammon began bombarding you with questions. “Who’d ya’ get that for?” He asked. “Lemme guess, you wanna repay the great Mammon for all the kindness I’ve shown you? Well in that case I’ll gladly take it!” He said while smiling. “Um...sorry but it’s for Levi.” You replied trying not to sound rude. His mood immediately dropped and became gloomy. “Oh I see….” He said looking disappointed while looking down. “I’ll make it up to you later and buy you that limited edition keychain you wanted.” You said trying to cheer him up. “If you think that’s gonna work…well ok fine.” He replied while trying to hide his smile. You saw Levi enter the classroom and beamed in excitement. His gaze was cast down and he looked upset as usual. Probably didn’t want to be at school, I don’t blame him. As soon as he took his seat beside MC he looked at the gifts on the desk. “What’s all this for?!” He asked in curiosity. “For you!” You said while handing him both items. “Woooah seriously?! You're the best!!!” He said while smiling at you with a slight blush. His mood immediately improved. “I wanted to return the favor this morning, and cheer you up as well. so…” You replied while smiling at him. “For what? Oh! Letting you sit next to me! That was nothin’! You even got me the man eating orchids, seriously so cool!!! I would share with you but….seeing as the frog is poisonous and all, you’d probably die LoL!” He blabbered on excitedly while his eyes lit up. “What’s going on in here~?” Questioned Asmodeus while entering the classroom. “Oooo Levi has a secret admirer? Who is it, tell me, tell me, tell me!” He said excitedly. “It’s nothin like that.” Replied Levi. “MC just wanted to return the favor from earlier this morning and cheer up Levi.” Said Mammon. “Hmmm, it doesn’t look like that to me~” Replied Asmodeus. “What do you mean?” you had asked. “Oh poor, innocent MC, there’s so much you don’t know. But don’t worry, allow the expert Asmo-chan to help you~” He replied while pulling something from behind his back. Uh oh...not good. The next moment you found yourself handcuffed to Levi. “Hey Asmo, what the hell is this…what do you think you're doing???”  Asked Levi angrily. “I’m just helping~” He replied while smiling innocently. “This is a joke right?”You hollered. The bell rang indicating class had begun. “Oops gotta sit down, have fun~” said Asmodeus waving before sitting in his chair. How would the two of you deal with class handcuffed like this? 

         Throughout the entire class lesson it was getting increasingly difficult to write and concentrate. It made it even harder for you since Asmodeus had handcuffed your dominant hand. Turns out Levi was ambidextrous. Probably due to all the games he played, or something. Thankfully the teacher eventually noticed, and after embarrassing the two of you in front of everyone in class, had asked Asmodeus to unlock the cuffs…

“Uh…”

That statement in itself made it obvious that the two of you were gonna be stuck together until he found a key to unlock the handcuffs...

The rest of the school day passed fairly quickly with no other encounters from Asmodeus luckily… Thankfully. Although Levi looked quite embarrassed after what happened, blushing the whole time which you thought was cute. After finding the right rhythm to swing your connected (and now sweaty) hands too whilst walking, you managed to make it back to the House of Lamentation. From there on everyone went in their rooms, or in Beelzebub case, to the fridge. You and Levi hunted down Asmo demanding him to free the both of you. Eventually he had pulled out a spare set of cuffs, and thankfully all the keys where the same, and you two were set free. On your way upstairs to your room, you stopped when you heard Levi call out for you. “Hey um….MC can you meet me at the observatory later? You better be there ok?! I mean it...it’s not like I’m asking to spend time with you or anything. Whatever, just be there ok!” He said looking flustered. He walked away while blushing, shutting his door quickly behind him. So you passed time in your room doing your homework like the good student you were, didn’t want to disappoint ‘LoRd DiAvOlO’ now did we? Time passed and it soon became night time. A little bit later on, You got up to head to the observatory like Levi asked wondering why he asked to meet there. You made your way into the observatory seeing Levi already there looking like he was waiting for you. “You came! Ahem….I mean it’s not like I was waiting for you or anything.” He said while looking away from you. “So...why did you wanna meet up here?” You asked out of curiosity, walking over to where he was. “Listen, I don’t tell normies this so you better appreciate it! Thanks for the gifts earlier, it was nice of you….” He mumbled the last part covering his face to try and hide his blush. “Also…..I think you're pretty cool…..so...so...will you be my Valentine?” He asked hesitantly while handing you an orange rose. “Wow, how’d you get this, I thought they didn’t grow here!” You asked in amazement. “You like it?! Well you better be grateful because I looked everywhere for one of these.” He said. “Thank you, it’s beautiful.” You said, expressing your gratitude. “And of course I will!” you replied while smiling at Levi engulfing him in a hug. “Hey what do you think you’re- fine only this once is ok, I guess.” He said while hugging you back. “I also have one more gift for you MC.” Levi said while looking at you. “Hm what is it?” MC asked. Giving MC a peck on the cheek Levi quickly turned away in embarrassment. “There….it’s not like I like you or anything! I just think you are better than normies and slightly better than Ruri-chan.” Levi said while his face went red. “But- But Levi.” You stated flirtatiously “-Tsunderes are out of style” You winked at him and walked away, hearing him call after you.

“WAIT! I’M NOT A TSUNDEREEEEE!!!!”

[zankivich]

Dad!Shawn x Black Reader x Black Daughter: A Blurb

a/n: I don't have a title for this yet. it’s just a blurb for right now, but someone submitted this idea and I couldn’t NOT write it. Omg this is so cute and I love it. I think it could be read as a companion piece to Coco Butter Kisses, but it’s not necessary at all. I just love writing for black women is all. It’s kinda iconic. K. bye. (Please reblog and comment If ya like?)

*Masterlist in bio*

The relationship between a Black Woman and her hair is not one to be fucked with. He had learned that super early on when they first started going out. His girlfriend would show up to their date with braids in one day and then a sleek ponytail only for him to show up to her apartment late night to find her sitting on her floor while her best friend would sew new tracks in for her. Her hair styles were as versatile as her outfits, and he loved every minute of it. She was beautiful to him no matter what her head looked like, and he found that the more she played around with her styles the happier she was. That was all that he cared about.

When they had gotten married, he had thought aimlessly about what their kids might be like. With his pastiness and portuguese and her Southern Tennessee roots and molten chocolate skin. It wasn’t until she actually got pregnant that she schooled him all about how mixed children were usually perceived; the problematic notions of only loving black children if they were mixed with something else. They spent hours talking about it at night when the baby wouldn’t stop kicking and she couldn’t sleep, so he couldn’t either.

The day he has a daughter changes his life forever. He thought it was impossible to be more obsessed with someone then his wife, had never loved anyone like he loved her, until the day they placed that little girl in his hands. He was suddenly tethered completely to her. From that day on he’d done anything for her, would be anything for her, if it meant she would smile and be happy.

So, it should come to no surprise to anyone that when it came time, and his baby girl needed her hair done, he immediately stepped up to the plate. She had been born with chocolate curls like her daddy’s, but the second she turned five her texture had quickly become like her mother’s, turning into these beautiful ringlets that needed attention and care.

It starts with just watching.

“Ella, sweetheart, go get the hair basket. Mommy’s gonna do your hair before bed!” Y/n asked.

“Daddy will you help?” She asked smiling up at him with a smile that was so much like her mother’s it never ceased to amaze him.

“Of course I will baby.” He grinned scooping her up off the ground and onto his hip.

His wife rolled her eyes playfully. “Didn’t I tell you to go get it and not Daddy?”

She was a Daddy’s girl through and through. It probably had something to do with the fact that he’d been wrapped around her finger since the day she was born.

“Daddy likes to help though.” Ella explained tiny hands squeezing her father’s cheeks for emphasis.

He beamed at his wife. “Yea, daddy likes to help.”

They go and get the basket together that holds all of her hair accessories, brushes, creams, and anything else y/n liked to use. He hands the basket to his wife while his daughters goes and grabs a pillow to plop down on the floor between her mother’s legs. It’s their nightly ritual and he loves it endlessly. When Ella gets tired and cranky, y/n and her often have heated discussions during hair time, but for the most part his daughter loves getting her hair done and Shawn loves to watch.

He pops a squat on couch beside his wife watching as she grabs a spray bottle and starts to wetten Ella’s hair.

“Babe, what’s in the spray bottle?” He asked.

Her hands don’t slow down at all as she grabs a different mist to go on top of the other spray and slowly begins to detangle Ella’s hair.

“It’s olive oil and water. It just makes her hair a little easier to work with and detangle.” She explained.

“And what’s that you’re adding now?”

“It’s just a little detangler.”

“But I thought that’s what the olive oil and water was for.” He asked, confused.

She snorted. “The olive oil just sort of penetrates the hair shafts and helps moisturize and with the water her hair is naturally easier to work with, but the detangler helps actually work to make it hurt less when I go in with the come, babe.”

“Oh wow. It’s so complicated.” He hummed.

Ella attempted to peer back at her father only to pushed back around by her mother.

“Do I look pretty daddy?” She called anyway.

“Oh of course! You’re the prettiest girl in the whole entire world, elly belly.”

He tries his hardest to pay attention but it really is harder than it looks. His wife has a way of braiding so quickly that sometimes if he blinks he misses it. Her hands are skilled like that. So that night after Ella goes to bed with her special pink bonnet that she picked out all by herself, and y/n comes into their room he can’t help but pull her into his lap.

“Baby can I ask you something?” He murmured gripping her thighs tightly in his hands.

She hums softly. “Of course.”

“Can I braid your hair?”

She chuckled. “Well that’s a first.”

“Really?”

“Yes, ain’t no white boy ever tried to touch my hair before. They usually know better by the time they get to me.”

His hands reached to grab at her ass the way that he knows she’s likes and gives her a bit of a pout for good measure.

“Guess I never learned my lesson. Please, babe?”

“Why would you even want to braid my hair anyway?”

He shrugged. “Wanna practice for Ella.”

Her eyes widened at that and he thought that maybe she might find it cute. He certainly thought it was cute. Not so much.

“Excuse me? Don’t you think you should be practicing on Ella’s hair before you touch my grown ass head, instead of the reverse”

He chuckled softly giving her hips a gentle, affirming squeeze.

“I love both my ladies; I just want Ella to know that her dad cares about her hair and her culture. I--I want you to know that too. I want to be there for both of you in every way that I can.”

He sees it work its way through her system, and he know that he’s got her when she runs her fingers through his a hair, a telltale sign that she can’t say no to him.

“Ugh. You’re annoying. Fine. But if you fuck my hair my up, I fuck you up. And not in the way that you like, understand?”

He nods aggressively giving her the scouts honor despite the fact that he was never even in boy scouts.

It’s a learning curve for sure. She has to show him how to hold the hair and the best way to create sections with hair that isn’t so thin and easy to part. The good news is he asks her about her day while they sit there. She tells him about work and he even makes her laugh a couple of times. He loves his wife with his whole entire being and they both know he’d do anything in the world to make her happy. The nights spent in their bedroom, not even when they’re being intimate, are what make him the happiest. It’s those moments that reiterate that she’s his best friend, that she’s everything to him, besides Ella, which she is. When she throws her head back to laugh and he gets an eye full of her teeth and her smile and her whole chest shaking, he falls in love all over again. She has that effect on him.

***

He doesn’t get to try out his skills until y/n leaves to go visit her mom in Tennessee when she’s sick. It’s short notice, and she doesn’t wanna bring Ella, so Shawn stays behind with their daughter. He cancels some promo and jam sessions, but it’s worth it to be with Ella. His daughter is one of the funniest people in the world and so they have an absolute blast. He let’s her skip school and they build pillow forts in the middle of the living room, rearranging furniture to his baby girl’s liking, and playing music on the speakers louder than mommy would ever allow because she asks.

When she asks for ice cream and there’s none in the freezer, they really don’t have a truth but to take a trip. But, it only takes one look at his daughter’s head to know that his wife would never have her walk out the house in the manner that she’s currently in.

“Sweetheart if you wanna go get ice cream we’ll have to do your hair.” He tells her.

She scrunches up her face and once again she’s so much like her mother it’s ridiculous.

“But only mommy knows how to do my hair.”

“Well, maybe we let daddy have a try. I promise we won’t leave the house if you don’t like it okay? We’ll get uncle Geoff to bring us some.”

She’s more willing than he could have expected and he has a feeling it’s only because she loves him so much.

Ella sits between her father’s thighs bouncing up and down and playing with his legs. Shawn learns very quickly that when his wife would get frustrated and tell Ella over and over to sit still that there was such validity to that statement. He’s sitting there with the iPad trying to figure out how the hell to do a “Goddess Braid” and his daughter is jumping like a wild banshee. Everytime he thinks he might be on the brink of doing it correctly she turns her head to ask a question and he has to start all over again. His wife was a much stronger human being than he. She was able to get Ella to do what she asked off sheer authority alone. Shawn; however, was much softer and much more Canadian. He worked off bribes.

“Hey baby girl,” Shawn sighed trying to mask the fluttering irritation in his gut.

“Yesss daddy?”

“Do you wanna go out to a big girl dinner? Just you and me? We can go somewhere to sit down, wherever you want.”

Her eyes light up and she bounces again between his legs.

“Yea! Can we really?!”

“Yes, of course. But, you gotta be a good girl for Daddy okay? We can’t go anywhere until your hair is done. As soon as I finish your hair we can go eat, and get ice-cream.”

It’s like magic. Suddenly her legs are crossed. She keeps her head straight and holds the rubberbands in her hand until he needs them. It’s actually much easier to do on Ella’s head then it is on y/n’s. She’s tiny and when he looks down he can see her entire head. He puts a part down the middle of her head the way y/n did. He uses the spray bottle to get the hair wet, and he dentagles it just the way he knows how. His long fingers work over the strands of hair braiding them tightly against her scalp. When the braids are in place he cross them in the opposite direction along the top of her head and slots two bobby pins against the braids to make sure they stay. When he’s done, his hands are a little greasy and he swears he broken out into a sweat, but it doesn’t look bad at all and he kinda wants to call his wife and cry a little bit.

“Sweetheart can we take a picture for Mommy to show her how pretty your hair looks?”

She poses like the adorable little diva that she is and runs of to grab her shoes for dinner while he texts his wife.

Shawn: Baby I think I may have upstaged you a little bit.

Y/n: Awww it’s looks really good babes. I can’t believe you did it. How difficult was she?

Shawn: Very. I’m never gonna get upset with you for yelling again. I might have promised I’d take her to dinner and ice-cream to get her to sit still

Y/n: Oh wonderful. When do I get dinner and ice-cream?

Shawn: You can have dinner and ice-cream whenever you want baby. I miss you so much.

Y/n: I miss you too. Call me before Ella goes to bed so I can say goodnight.

Shawn: K. You gonna say goodnight to me too? ;)

Y/n: Boy get off my phone.

A man can try.

[kennyswifu-blog]

Corpse Park chapter 1

Craig: oh IM SORRY! It’s not MY FAULT you guys are PIECES OF SHi-

Thomas; THATS IT MR. YOU ARE GROUNDED!

Craig: CANT DO THAT! I’m 18 THOMAS im not your kid! I don’t even LOOK LIKE YOU AND MOM! I’m probably adopted!

Thomas: IF YOUR NOT OUR OUR KID THEN GET OUUT!

Craig: whatever, I’m seriously tired of this

Tweeks POV

I’m In so much trouble! My parents are going to find out AND KILL ME GAHHHH, TOO MUCH PRESSURE x<

Tweek: if they find out me and Craig..... and Clyde, Token, Kenny, Kyle, Stan, and cartman, that we drank last night?! Oh no- AH GAGGGG

Tweek parents: tweek, sweetie, come down stairs

Tweet: GAH THEY KNOW-

tweeks mom: know what?

Tweek: that- um I’m gay! And that I love them a lot

Tweeks mom: oh yes we know that.

Tweek then starts to calm down after awhile and then soon got a call by Craig.

Craig: hey- I was kicked out of my h-house a-and- ca-can I c-c-come o-over?

Tweek: Craig! Are you ok AHHH

Craig: y-y-yes h-h-hone-ey.....

Tweak: ok Craig...... are you sure?

Craig: y-YES (not a yell though like a crying loud sounds?¿?)

Tweak: ok- and let me ask- ok?

Craig: ok- thanks H-Honey <3 love you-

Tweak: love you to-

Craig hanged up before hearing tweak. He waits for a response.

Craig POV

I wonder why it’s taking so long for tweak just to ask his parents.... I might as well go to the cabin that we broke cartmans electronics. Hah, memories.... hmmmm... I wonder how he’s been, he never talks to me anymore after-..... what I did...... I wonder if he’ll ever forgive me for what- uh.... mistake I made, it wasn’t even tweaks fault but he gets punished for being my boyfriend....

After Stan moved away to the farm, Kyle has been pretty lonely..... Kyle tried dating him to get them closer but- it made it worse..... Wendy found out and tried kicking his ASS. Of course she failed cause she’s a weak bitch- i mean “lady” well it’s not my fault, she is one. Poor Kyle just wanted Stan to understand he wants to just be “closer” hah just made it rhyme-

*ring*

Message from ❤️tweak❤️. Hey sweetie, for some reason they said no- but we can go and hang out at the abandoned cabin with everyone else?

Craig: I’m already a step ahead of you! Meet you there at 12:20? Or sooner? It’s only 11:59 right now, so do whatever floats your boat, cowboy!

Tweak: gee.... you sound like a dad.... ARE YOU PREGNANT?!? Wait.... AM I PREGNANT!??!???! AHHH THIS IS TO MUCH PRESSURE!!!!!

Craig: Lol, we cant be pregnant! We’re guys...... cya later honey

Tweak: ok.... bye!

Tweaks POV

Craig and I been together since 4th grade. And we’re in high school, it’s a big deal for us! Clyde and Bebe, broke up.... oh token and nikole are doing bad- Kyle and Stan never are going to be “something” Kyle and cartman- lets just say..... cartman will always have a flat heart after it.....

FLASHBACK———>

“Kahl, I must tell you the truth..... I’ve been- UG- I’m in love with you ok!” Kyle had the meanest face expression ever..... “are you fucking serious?! You made Stan HATE ME! And you made everyone think I WAS SOMETHING BAD!!!! AND YOU CALLED MY MOM A BIG FAT BITCH, AND YOU MAKE FUN OF ME FOR BEING A JEW!?! And WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY IS kalh I love you nynynyny, SEROUSLY FUCK YOU!” Cartman froze and let’s just say after that the hospital was needed there at the scene

END OF FLASHBACK————>

I must say, I’m happy Craig isn’t like that- I must say, he’s good to be around...... when you get under his skin...... he’s a real lover.....

Later......

I started sneaking out after my parents died after drinking to much. Not really though just passes out- anyways....

Craig: when will u be here I’m bored X(

Tweak: on my way! Just hold on. I waited till my parent passes out after all that bear.

After awile everyone got their

Clyde: u say we play this game, it takes you to a world of nightmares making your darkest dreams come true...

Token: it sounds fun and might be fake-

Kenny: UNLESS WE TRY IT, token, we won’t know? Anyways is it possible we can die there

Clyde: oh you bet your sweet ass!

Kenny: LIT AND don’t say that.... I know I’m thick but I get it- you guys have fun dying.

Clyde: you not playing pussy?

Kenny: oh I am, I just can’t die.

Clyde: loser, still with that?

Kenny: because it’s true!

Clyde: sure thing partner

Stan: lets just start

Kyle: yea it might be fun to see FATASS CARTMAN SUFFER!

Cartman: shut up ye FUKin a Jew! I’m not fat I’m big boned....

Kyle: whateve-

Stan: OMG SHUT UPPP-

Kenny: why did they come? Who invited these losers?

Token: lets just do this already.

Tweak: oh GAH OH GOD NO?!

Craig: it’s ok honey it’s not real.

Tweak: GAH you sure- IT SEEMS DANGEROUS!!!!

Craig: honey- please?

Tweak: if it works IM BEING YOUR WORSE NIGHTMARE! AHHH

Craig: ok honey.

Clyde: the ritual need blood from all of us. We put it on the door only a minute from 3, then you will see, they night will become decay? Only one will know the right way out, just be quite and don’t shout, survive till 6, with all your sticks and don’t forget the blood.... so collect sticks and put blood on the door ok..... wait decay? Like what? Zombies BLEEHHH.

Craig; your an idiot... lets just do it

They all collected sticks and came back with 6 to open the gate to hell. Tweek almost threw up from fear but overcame it with a hug and kiss from Craig.... after it was done at first nothing happened but were they wrong? Yes, they were. The room turned dark, darker than black, and they got sleepy, maybe to sleepy and woke up 6 days late....

A dark land of fog, nothing here but us... what happened that night and are they in the world?

Find out next episode..... #southpark #horror #risk

[got7btsandskzimagines]

Just Breathe (Mark)

Hey guys!! Here is my second story!!! Enjoy!!

Word Count: 1347

Warnings: angst, cussing, cyber bullying, angst, self harm

Being friends with Got7 was not easy. It was like everywhere I go I got asked to tell Jaebum he is cute, or that Jinyoung needs to be more active on Instagram, or to tell them to make sure they eat. At first, I was okay with the fans wanting me to give a message. But soon they found my work and I couldn’t even go out to eat in peace. Don’t get me wrong, some fans are super sweet and are really kind. But then there are the fans that are jealous. 

These fans are jealous that I am friends with them, and some believe the rumors of me being with one of the boys. In all honesty, I may like one of the boys, *cough* Mark *cough*, a little more than the others, but I am definitely not dating any of them. However, these rumors have caused me to get hate on social media and they somehow got a hold of my phone number. 

At first, I ignored the hate and just blocked them, because it was little things. But little things turn into big things and they found my insecurities. It soon turned into comments saying, “What an ugly and worthless piece of shit”, or, “This slut needs to go with Jackson to the gym and work off all that fat.”

The one hit the closes to home was the one that said that the boys deserve better than a fat ass girl who isn’t even from this country. And that is the biggest reason why my depression came back. I stopped taking my antidepressant, and I was staying home in bed under the covers. I even canceled on the boys every time coming up with some lame excuse as to why I couldn’t come. I even canceled on Mark, who was also my best friend/crush. He understood me a little more than the boys because he came from America too. We told each other secrets, had inside jokes, and we had even met each other’s families. This grew our bond more and made our families become friends. I probably wouldn’t be who I was today without him.

But through the two years of knowing the boys, my crush became huge in the last year. It was one night when we were out in the country; we were just star gazing into the night. I looked over at Mark and I knew that I was in love with my best friend.

Anyway, back to the present. The words the fans said got worse and worse. I was more depressed and was starting to call into work more often. Soon the words started coming from my mouth. I was the one saying I was worthless, and ugly, and fat. Seventeen-year-old me was back with my haunting past. I was starting to hurt myself again and I was becoming worse.

One day after work I came home and did what had became an everyday ritual of putting myself down. Soon it became so much that I couldn’t breathe, I was shaky, and I couldn’t stop crying. I was crying so hard that I didn’t heard my front door open and shut. The next thing I knew, I felt arms wrap around me and pull my body into theirs. When I looked up, I saw Mark looking down at me with a knowing look in his eyes. he then said, “Calm down, Y/N. you’re okay. I’m here now. I won’t let you hurt anymore. Just breathe and follow my heartbeat.”

I soon was able to calm down and control my breath again. Still in Mark’s arms, I looked up at him with a smile on my face to show him I was better. “Thank you… what are you doing here?”

“You canceled one too many times on me and the boys for me to know that something was up. And when I got here, I definitely knew something was wrong when the living room was still a mess from our movie night a week ago.”

“I’m sorry… I tried to be strong, but I just can’t anymore. Your fans are right that you deserve someone better than me. You guys deserve a friend that is beautiful, skinny, and worth something.”

Mark’s face then became disappointed and I knew I was in deep shit. “That is bullshit Y/N! You are so beautiful, and smart, and worthy of being the boys’ and I’s best friend. And sure, you aren’t skinny like some people, but you are not fat. I cannot stand to watch you put yourself down because these so called ‘fans’ are jealous of not being around us 24/7.”

“I wish I could believe you Mark, but I can’t. I can’t see myself the way you guys see me be-“

The next thing I know my lips are on Mark’s. I’m frozen for a second before I close my eyes and start kissing back. I felt sparks throughout my body. I wish this moment never had to end, but it did. we broke apart and just sat there looking into each other’s eyes with so much love for each other. I was the first to speak when I gasped, “Wow…”

“That was amazing! Did you feel-“

“The sparks? Yea I did Mark. Listen I need to tell you something. I’ve been in love with you for a year now, but I didn’t think you would like me back. I realized now that I let myself get to me and that kiss has given me the courage to finally tell you.”

“I’ve been in love with you since you met my family. It was crazy that my family already loved you and it had only been five minutes since they first met you. And how you got along with my family? I knew you were the one, but I didn’t know what your thoughts were on dating an idol… especially with all this hate you are getting and what it caused.”

“But I felt alone with this problem because I didn’t want you to get mad at your fans and I didn’t want to make a big deal about it.”

“But it is a problem when I see the girl I love is hurting and hurting herself.”

“I know… but I’m willing to become a better person to myself. And I promise to never let it get this bad with out telling you. Hell, I will start telling you every little detail about my day if I must. I just want to be with you.”

Mark smiled down at me and started laughing, “I’m glad you promise that, but I don’t need to know every time you go to the bathroom. Just let me in. Break down those protective walls and let me protect you.”

“Okay.”

With that conversation done with, Mark picked me up bridal style and took me to my bed. As he laid me down, he kissed my forehead and started to go back to his house. I sat back up and yelled, “Wait!”

Mark turned back around to look at me with a questioning look, “What’s the matter?”

“Will you stay and spend the night? I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Of course, baby girl. I will stay with you.”

Mark then went to my dresser where he kept a drawer with his clothes for when we have sleep overs and began putting on his pajamas. I usually look away to give him some privacy, but to know that he is mine, I just couldn’t look away. Mark turned around after getting dressed and smiled at me while he got into bed. I then turned into him to cuddle. I put one leg in between his legs, I also put half of my body on top of his, and I nuzzled my face into his neck. His arms went around my body to hold me closer and we stayed silent as we tried to fall asleep. The last thing before sleep took over my full body was a quiet, “I love you, Y/N.”

[t-i-n-y-d-i-n-o]

Charm

I was listening to ‘Fallin’ All in You’ and my heart turned to mush.

sidenote: nona means grandma (it’s what I call mine lol)

another side note: we’re gonna say they met in like 2015

I hope you enjoy this

Warnings: none just some fluff

~T-Rex 💕🦖

The first time you met him was like a blur, walking into the studio the sleeve of his sweater got caught on your bracelet. Subsequently tugging and making the old thing rip in two, charms falling to the ground. ‘Fucks, shits, and I’m so sorry’s’ came from his mouth.

While you both hurriedly kneeled down to pick up the pieces of the jewelry you got from your nona all those years ago. When you had looked up and met the gaze of the worried stranger your heart did a funny little stutter thing. His eyes were filled with guilt and lips formed into a line.

You had murmured an ‘it’s okay, it’s old anyways’ which had only fueled his self hate. You both stood up and he handed you the charms he had collected.

Hands brushing gently letting you feel the callouses on his finger tips. Before a brunet man had tugged his sleeve, making the boy turn his head.

“I’m really sorry about the bracelet.” He says softly, cheeks and chest flushed in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

“Shawn come on we gotta go!” The man said in a anxious tone, you watched the tall boy bite his lower lip.

“I’ll see you around?” You nodded and smiled softly at him.

“Wait I never got your name!” Shawn calls as he runs backwards to catch up to his crew. You called out your name and smiled as he grinned before rushing out the door.

When you saw him again it was almost 3 1/2 weeks later, you had followed each other on social media. Exchanging small talk and tagging each other in funny things. Nothing too serious but just enough communication on both ends so it didn’t end up awkward.

You were sitting in the studio with Emma and Claire, listening to your upcoming EP. It would be the first big drop for yourself, which meant you were anxious. You had spent countless hours in the studio already. Exhaustion clear on your face as you sat in a roley chair.

A baggy hoodie on your body, leggings on, slippers on your feet, and hair in a messy bun. You were the epitome of not beautiful that night, you were so focused you didn’t even hear the door click open.

You didn’t look up until you felt a soft hand on your forearm. Jumping slightly and looking up at a smiling face. Brown eyes scanning your face intently and seeing the dark bags under your eyes.

“I have a surprise for you.” Shawn stated happily, pulling a box out of his pocket.

“Um...okay?” You murmured blushing and taking the box from him. Opening it You gasp softly and look at the new empty charm bracelet.

“You’ve gotta fill it with your other charms...but there is one in here.” He says poking it around to show off a beautiful red maple leaf.

A joke shared between you two when he found out you too were a Canadian and proud of it. And he had declared to call you maple leaf any time he’d see you.

“Oh you didn’t have to...”

“I broke your other one, I owed you a new one.” He responded shrugging and taking it from you. Gently clasping it on your wrist with his much too large fingers and smiling at you.

“Now let’s go get some food.” He said standing up and offering his hand. Emma and Claire both smiled as he lead you from the box of a studio. Unbeknownst to you this would lead to more little dates when you were both in town together.

You weren’t sure what changed the dynamic between you two. You weren’t sure if it was being his opening act with Charlie Puth on the Illuminate tour.

You weren’t sure if it was the movie nights, or late night conversations when neither of you could sleep. Maybe it was when you had found him crying in a hotel bathroom. Because everything was coming at him too fast and he needed a break from it all.

Maybe it was when you would check up on each other when you weren’t together. Little texts asking ‘have you eaten today?’ ‘drink plenty of water.’ ‘look at this cute puppy.’ Something that always brought a smile to either of your faces at any given moment.

Whatever it was, it lead to celebrating your 18th birthday with him. It lead to a slow kiss on his balcony with the CN tower behind you. It lead to hearing him call you his girl, and being wrapped in his arms.

Shawn was there when your first album dropped, he complained the entire time you were writing it because you wouldn’t let him listen.

But when he called you with tears in his eyes and a lump in his throat while listening to ‘Lead to This’. Your soft voice crooning about stolen moments and seeing each other again.

He knew it was your song to him, which then made him want to write music for you. Not that he hadn’t already been doing that, he had a notebook full of melodies about you, but he had never let you listen.

Fast forward to right now, you were currently sitting backstage. Doing your pre-ritual before every show, drinking a cup of tea with honey and lemon. A misting machine attached to your face while you do warm ups.

“Are you ready?” Marjorie asks smiling as she looks at you. Holding a clipboard with her checklist of things to be done before you go on.

“Yea I’m ready, I’m excited for this one. I’ve heard it’s crazy here.” You murmur to your manager, doing the zip on the back of your bootie.

You get hooked up to your ear-ins, and a microphone attached to the back of your flowing knee length floral skirt.

“Alright what are we yelling tonight guys?” Andrea ~your bass woman~ asks as she stands sandwiched between you and Calvin ~your drummer~.

“Ducks?”

“Nah nah maple leaf!” You laugh and nod your head being the proud Canadian that you are. A soft smile tugging at your lips as you think of Shawn’s sweet voice calling you just that. All of your hands pile into the middle of the group.

“1! 2! 3! MAPLE LEAF!” You all cry before you go to your alcove, the band heading onto the stage. You slip your ear pieces in and smile as you hear the familiar notes to your first single.

“She doesn’t know I’m here right?” Shawn asks as he walks with Marjorie and Andrew through the corridors.

“She has no idea, she was just saying how excited she is to see you next week at home.” The woman says smiling as he slings his worn guitar over his chest.

“Perfect.” He says smiling as he hears your voice over the speakers.

“This song holds a special place in my heart, and I know you’ll all love it. Please sing along if you know it!” You say into the microphone, smiling and taking a deep breath. Before the opening notes for ‘Lead to This’ start up.

Your eyes slip closed as you start to sing, letting the lyrics take you away. Before the screams become louder, making you turn your head. Heart starting to pound as you see your lover coming onto the stage.

A smile breaks across your face, watching as he walks with his guitar towards you. Playing the familiar song you’ve both done together multiple times. You continue singing, seeing how he smiles at his favorite part.

Once the song is coming to an end he makes the rest of the walk over to you. Moving his guitar and tugging you in by your wrist. Planting his lips on yours in a heartfelt kiss, both of you missing the feeling.

Screams and hollers are heard throughout the stadium. You pull away breathless before taking a bow and heading backstage. Grins adorning both of your faces.

As soon as you’ve made your way far enough back you’re trying to wrap your arms around him. Tears in your eyes, heart aching to be as close to him as possible.

Shawn slides his instrument off of his neck before wrapping his arms around your waist. Lifting you into a hug, kissing your temple a few times. His own heart slamming into his rib cage at finally being able to hold you again.

“I missed you so much.” You whisper, sniffling softly into his neck.

“Don’t cry honey...I missed you too.” He murmurs, smiling softly into your cheek.

Later that night as you’re driving to the airport for your flight home. You’re smiling down at your hands, noticing the difference. His hands were large and calloused over, while yours were soft and delicate.

A guitarist and pianist hands have met and there couldn’t be anything more beautiful.

You slip your phone out of your pocket and snap a picture. Getting the attention of your boyfriend, making him look over at you.

“What are you doing?”

“Would it be okay if I post a picture?” Shawn laughs softly and smiles at you sweetly.

“I kissed you in front of 10,000 people all with phones of their own...and you’re asking if it’s okay if you post a picture of our hands? Oh honey you’re too precious, of course it’s okay.” He murmurs leaning in and kissing you softly while smiling.

You rest your head on his shoulder while he goes back to talking to Calvin. Opening your instagram you prepare your post, smiling as you see the simplicity in it.

Wondering how a broken charm bracelet lead you to be here in this moment now.

(your Instagram name): thank you London for welcoming us both. until next time xx

[yodawgiherd]

Chapter 42: Jammin'

Rating: T

>>Read on AO3<<

Connie was not a morning person. He liked to prolong his sleep as much as he could, when his job allowed him to, but there were certain things that woke him immediately. Like a loud crash inside his own house, that made him bolt out of the bed in search for the cause of the commotion. His eyes widened when he arrived at the scene, and saw the wheelchair lying on its side, wheels still turning, and Sasha next to it, on the ground, covered in blood. Rushing to her side, he kneeled next to his fallen girlfriend, heart hammering in his chest. She was sobbing quietly, as the pain must have been overwhelming, her whole body shaking. Already fearing what he will find, he gently rolled her over, gritting his teeth in preparation.

Oh.

Sasha wasn’t crying, she was laughing. The “blood” was nothing but strawberry jam, as the container was lying on the ground with half of its contents spread across her body.

“I..I just…“, she couldn’t even speak properly, as she was choking on her own amusement, “I just wanted to get…. Get some jam for my toast and… I took the corner too sharply and crash-landed face first into the floor. “, she looked down, as if noticing the red stains on herself for the first time, “Oh, I’m dirty. “

Her recently very worried boyfriend let out a long sigh, helping her from the ground and back into the wheelchair. Scares like this in the morning weren’t his cup of tea. Sasha didn’t seem phased however, as she wheeled herself over to the bathroom, and soon he could hear running water alongside her humming as she cleaned herself. Just as Connie was about to look for some food to start the day with, the song he was slowly but surely starting to dislike started blasting.

“Oh, that’s me. “, Sasha rolled out, in just her bra, as her shirt was most damaged by her jam incident, and picked up her phone from the counter, ending the sick solo from her recently favorited music piece. Hint, the world gas appeared in it a lot. “Meals on wheels best delivery driver, Sasha speaking. Hey Hange, what do you need? Hmmm... Okay… Yea sure, sounds great. Okay, see you then! “

Connie looked at her, waiting for an explanation, and she gave him a grin.

“Seems like I have a meeting later. “, she turned, returning back to her previous task of getting strawberry seeds out of her hair. Not deciding to press the matters any further, Connie turned back to his breakfast, fully intent on enjoying it, until he heard the dreaded melody from the bathroom, with the voice asking if he perhaps likes his car. Dropping his head to his palms, he sighed. God damn it.

As facts would have it, Mikasa wasn’t much of an early bird herself. Sure, she could, and did in the past, get up and function, but she simply preferred not to, if given the option. With Levi being rather busy with the gym management, both because of the recent growth in its popularity and the fact that most of the free time he had was spent on the bar renovations, she was pretty much left in charge of her own training. That didn’t mean that she slacked off, but she definitely allowed herself some things that would make her strict trainer slightly outraged. But if she could decide her own workout hours, then why the hell is Eren waking her up?

“C’mon Miki, get up. “, he whispered in her ear, kissing the sensitive skin behind it.

“Nuh-uh. “, she protested, shying away from him. But he was relentless.

“Wakey wakey, “, he pressed on, “Eggs and….ehm. “

When he stuttered, she cracked an eye open, curious to see why.

“Why are you chuckling? “

“Eh, it’s nothing. “, Eren wasn’t sure how Mikasa would react if he finished the line not with the usual “bakey”, but with, in his opinion, much funnier version he saw on the internet, “forced anal pounding”. She would most likely be either offended or take it as an invitation. He shook his head. Who was he kidding, she would definitely take it as an invitation. Unluckily for them both, neither of them had the time for such games this morning. “It’s Monday. “, he pointed out to fill the silence.

“So what? “, she shrugged, not giving up on her sleep that easily. She wasn’t like especially tired, after all the weekend was very relaxing. They spent basically all of the Saturday resting after the eventful Friday night, with Mikasa tracing the marks on his back endlessly, still marveling on the way they stood out against the skin. Later, they just ate some takeout and ended up passing out on the couch, huddled together, while a movie neither of them remembered played in the background. Sunday, she guilt-tripped herself enough to actually do something and went for a run before they left the house to work on the bar for a few hours again. But the fact that she had no reason to be tired didn’t give Eren the right to wake her up this early, did it? Seeing that he wouldn’t give up, she sighed and sat up, stretching, silently cursing anyone or anything that ever came up with the concept of morning in the first place. The pink top with the smiling cartoon cat on front she wore to bed was short, shrank by washing and age, and when she extended her arms above her head, it did nothing to hide her toned stomach. Mikasa noticed the way his eyes darted to her midriff, watching the abs there move, and smirked.

“What are you staring at? “

“Pfff, you of course, what else? “, he gave her a wink, not even trying to deny it, “You look like a snack. “

“Oh really. “¸she smiled lazily, turning her lithe torso to give him a better perspective, “How about a breakfast in bed then? “

Honestly speaking, he wanted nothing more than to take her up on the offer, to press himself against her warm body and forget everything for a time, just as he did last night, but he knew he couldn’t. There were too many obligations, too many people relied on him and his skills. So with a reluctant sigh, Eren pushed himself away, averting his eyes from the beautiful witch that had him completely enthralled.

“Listen, why don’t you do your morning devil summoning rituals, kneel in the pentagram for a few minutes or something, and meanwhile I’ll go and make us some breakfast. “

She threw a pillow at him for his teasing, but he already managed to duck inside the door and outside the bedroom, laughing on the other side. With a smile of her own, Mikasa got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom to take care of her needs.

She was singing in the shower again, Eren noticed while he moved around in the kitchen. Mikasa had a beautiful voice, but with her shy personality rarely used it to sing, doing so only when she felt completely relaxed. Turning off the TV so he could hear her better, Eren let himself enjoy the melody while his hands worked on their meal.

When Mikasa emerged, somehow still yawning even after her shower, Eren was already sitting at the table with scrambled eggs and a tablet in hand, reading morning news. She padded over to him on her bare feet and sat down, blinking at her own portion. They ate in silence for a time, but it wasn’t awkward, it just felt peaceful, natural. Neither Eren nor Mikasa were the kind of people that needed to fill every empty space with speaking, if you needed someone like that, you could always ask for Sasha or Hange. He finished his food and put down the tablet, feeling that he somewhat caught up to the events that happened over the weekend, but frowned when his eyes slid over to her. Mikasa didn’t look up when she heard the chair scrape next to her, too focused on devouring everything on her plate, but what did give her a pause was the feeling of something tugging at her damp strands.

“Babe? What are you doing? “

“Isn’t it obvious? Your hair is all tussled. “

“Erm… okay? “, it wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the gentle movements of the brush. Eren often did things with her hair, washed it, or even braided it for her if she let it grow out, and she would do the same for him and his long mane. The activity had a ring of intimacy to it that they both savored. But why was he doing it right now, that was a mystery. She always tied her hair back during her trainings, so it wouldn’t get in her face. “I appreciate it, but I wanted to make a ponytail anyway. You do realize that anything you create won’t last through my workout, right? “

“Miki, it’s Monday. “, the brush didn’t stop.

What did that have to do with anything?

“Oh, I see. “, Eren chuckled above her, “You forgot again, didn’t you? “

“Forgot about what? “

“I’ll let you think really hard for a few minutes, how about that. Sounds like a great memory exercise to me. “, she frowned at him over her shoulder, but he just winked at her, continuing his activity. Mikasa knitted her eyebrows together and racked her brain, trying to remember, to dig the memory out. What was happening today? Right, let’s go over what she knew. Clue number one, Eren woke her early in the morning, and wouldn’t let her go back to sleep, indicating that she had to be somewhere, really soon. Clue number two, he was doing things with her hair, trying to make it look acceptable to the world, which meant that wherever she was going, ponytail was out of the question. Combine the two together, detective Ackerman, and what did she get? She had to go somewhere, early, and look good while being there. Hmm.

“The photoshoot! “, she cried out, slapping her forehead. How could she forget about that?

“Bingo. Genial as always Miki. “, he rewarded her with a kiss to the temple, before finally putting down the brush, satisfied with his work. “You should get dressed, while I appreciate you running around in your shirt and panties very much, I don’t think that the fashion people will share my view. “

Dashing to her bedroom, she opened the wardrobe with a tug, going through the clothes there. About half of it was filled with her regular clothing, including a few dresses she rarely used, quarter was left for her gym wear, and last quarter was occupied by the outfits for their playtime, with the catsuit as the latest addition. Ignoring those, she chewed her bottom lip while looking over her stuff, indecisive as usual when it came to this aspect of life.

“What do you think I should take? “¸ she directed the question at Eren, who followed her at a leisurely pace, sitting down on the bed to enjoy the show. He had it easy, bastard, all he had to do was pick a shirt and jeans and he was good to go.

“I think that it doesn’t really matter. They want you to put on the stuff they give you, that’s the whole point. “

“Yea but… what about like the first impression and stuff? She’s a big name in fashion, shouldn’t I at least try to look as good as possible? “

“You made your first impression by winning the tournament. Really Miki, you worry too much. The way Levi says it, Kiyomi was ready to move mountains to snatch you, I kinda doubt that she will care what you wear. “

“I just…Ugh…Can’t you pick something for me? I don’t want to deal with this shit. “

Mikasa could hear the bed creak behind her as Eren stood up, coming next to her and frowning at the clothes. His gaze slid over the lines of fetish gear in the corner, a lopsided grin appearing on his face.

“Ah, the memories. “

She could feel her cheeks redden a bit.

“How’s your back? “

“I’ll survive. Fuck though, Friday was marvelous, a dream come true.“

“I loved it too. “

“….Right then. “, he cleared his throat, “Let’s stop or we won’t get anywhere. “ digging his hands into her stuff, he pulled out some, looked them over with a critical eye, and either put them back or threw them behind himself on the bed. Mikasa gave up and sat down on the mattress, catching the pieces and waiting until she had a complete set.

It looked suspiciously like the things she wore in college, Mikasa noted as she stripped and put on the clothes he chose for her, ignoring the Eren in the room. Not like he hasn’t seen her naked million times already. Loose black top, combined with tights of the same color and a short skirt, a dark choker and a few necklaces, massive silver cross the most prominent. It was an old thing, a gift from Levi, and running her fingers over the cold metal always reminded her of her brother. He was cold too.

“So this is like what, a youthful look? “, she asked, but he just shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong, I like it, but I’m not sure that Kiyomi will be impressed if I come in dressed as a schoolgirl. “

“Nah, you don’t look like a schoolgirl. “

“Eren, the only difference between this and the things I wore is the absence the rings I had. “, she abandoned those some time back in favor of the engagement ring, but if he didn’t trust her… Just to prove her point, she quickly went through her jewelry and picked them out, slipping them on. “See? Perfect high school-slash-college goth Mikasa cosplay. “

“I’m not sure you can call it cosplaying if you dress as yourself. “, Eren didn’t look discouraged as he looked her over, nodding to himself.“ You do realize that you haven’t shifted your clothing habits at all. Just a few changes and it’s your day to day wear. Or have you stopped giving your daily offerings? Our lord and savior Lucifer won’t be pleased if he sees you in any other color than black and red. “

Eren was still catching his breath, both form laughter and the punch she planted into his stomach, while she looked herself over, deciding that it’s not that bad. After all, she already made her first impression, like Eren said, didn’t she? “You ready? “, he asked, straightening. Mikasa nodded, walked over to him and kissed him, fully aware of the black lipstick print she left behind. Good luck explaining that at work, jerk.

“Let’s go. “

They parted in front of the house, with Eren getting in his car while Mikasa kicked the motorbike awake, pausing just for a moment to tug the ends of her red scarf into her leather jacket and slip the helmet over her head.

“Drive safe! “¸ Eren called at her as he went past, turning left at the end of the driveway and disappearing from her field of view.

It proved to be a very good decision on her part to take the bike, because the city was clogged. Mikasa’s destination was at the heart of it all, and her ride allowed her to nimbly cruise in between, always finding a way. When she arrived in the front and parked, she saw that Levi was already there, smoking a cigarette and frowning at everyone and everything around himself. Her brother wanted to go with her, as her manager, and honestly, she was happy that he did. Because Mikasa might have been experienced in the ring, but this was a whole new world, one that she was admittedly a bit intimidated by. Levi nodded at her as she came close, threw the smoke on the ground and stomped it out, jerking his head in the direction of the massive building.

“Let’s go inside brat, I bet that she’s already bursting with excitement . “

Mikasa took a deep breath.

“Then we better not keep her waiting. “

Sasha wheeled herself skillfully through the crowds, looking for the familiar figure. Connie asked if she wanted him to come with, but Sasha declined, saying that she can handle herself. It was a bit frustrating lately, the way he was treating her, even with the knowledge that her boyfriend meant well, but she was crippled, not dead damnit. Finally able to locate her target, she stopped next to Hange, who was still on the watch with two cups of coffee in her hands.

“You are looking too high. “, she whispered creepily from below, and the scientist jumped in surprise.

“Oh my god, Sasha, you can’t do this. “, Hange would most likely clutch her chest, but her hands were full. “I’m too young to die. “

Giggling, the brown-haired girl relieved the older woman of one of her delicious burdens, taking a sip.

“You want to go sit down somewhere? I’m all good, “she patted the side of her wheelchair, “but you are standing. “

“Actually…. Not really. “, Hange looked left and right with suspicious eyes, before bowing a bit to be closer to her friend. “Listen, I will keep this as short as possible, but I have a certain business proposition for you. “

“What is it? “

“Let’s say that the lab I work in has a few…side projects. And I’m kinda looking for test subjects. “

“And where do I come in? I know nothing about science. “

“No, no, its not about that. It’s just... “, she sighed, “Look, ill try to explain it. Alcohol business is a massive beast, you do understand that, and there are thousands of projects tied to that. And some of ours have reached a state where we need to test them on someone, and the more the better because of the variety and stuff…. You see where I’m going with this? “

“Wait…Hange….are you suggesting that I poison our customers? Is that even legal?“

“No! Of course not! It’s not like the stuff I would try there would be dangerous, I’m not that disconnected from the real world. Worst that could happen would be some headaches, maybe one or two people throwing up, but nothing serious. “ Sasha didn’t know what to think to be honest. Was this really happening?

“People throw up in bars anyway, and have headaches in the morning when they go overboard, so what’s the harm? And all the things would be free for you, of course, I’ll only sit at the bar and note down how the test subjects behave, that’s all. “ Nah, Sasha didn’t care about money, well, not that much, but this idea…… It could be fun! And fun was Sasha’s kryptonite.

“I won’t lie to our customers and slip stuff in their drinks. “, she said, looking up at the scientist, “But I’m not against the idea. What if…what If we had a special part of the menu, with warning and stuff, and if they would be willing, they could order a shot spiked with one of your creations. How does that sound? “

“Well, it’s not ideal, since the subjects would know about the substances entering their organism, but I would be willing to go for it. “

“All right, okay, sounds good. First of all though, I still have to finish renovating the bar in the first place. No one will test any drinks in a construction site. “

“About that, “, Hange smiled, “since your inn will be a testing site of sorts, I’m going to redirect some funding our lab got your way. “, she shrugged, “I was originally meaning to use that money as a bait for you to agree but seems like I don’t have to do that anymore. “

Negotiating deals all on my own, Sasha thought as she said goodbye to Hange and started finding her way back home, pride swelling in her chest. Pretty good for a day that began by falling from her wheelchair and drenching herself in jam. Head held high, she rode victoriously to the sunset.

Imaginative. Because it was morning. The sun was shining brightly, not setting.

Whatever.

[dontshootmespence]

Hanukkah is Cool!

A/N: Day 12 of my 25 Days of BAU Christmas Hanukkah! I decided to take a little detour today because it’s the first day of Hanukah! I imagined Henry having a Jewish friend at school and getting all interested in Hanukah and how it differs from Christmas. That night, when Spencer and his girlfriend, the reader, come over, Henry starts to “teach” his Uncle all about Hanukah. :D

“What’s that?” Henry asked as he looked at his friend’s candles.

Asher looked at him like he had five heads. “It’s a menorah. Hanukkah starts tonight.”

Henry eyed the little menorah more carefully. He’d heard that word before. “I think I’ve heard of that before. It’s like Jewish people’s Christmas.”

“Not really, but kinda,” Asher replied. “There’s a whole story behind Hanukkah, just like there is Christmas.”

At that moment, Henry was instantly intrigued. He liked stories. His mom and dad told him a lot of stories, and so did his Uncle Spencer. “When we go to recess can you tell me the story of Hanukkah?” He asked.

Asher smiled wide. “Of course!”

During recess, all of Asher’s and Henry’s friends tried to get them to play kickball, tag, hide and seek, football - anything and everything - but instead they just sat on a patch of grass next to the school and talked. Asher’s family was a devout one, so he took pride in every aspect of his heritage. He knew Henry wasn’t Jewish, but he had asked about the holiday, so he got excited and wanted to tell him everything he knew.

Henry was fascinated by how different Hanukkah and Christmas were. While he loved Christmas with his family, Hanukkah seemed cool too. 

His Uncle Spencer knew everything- at least it seemed like it, but maybe tonight when he saw him and met his new girlfriend, Henry could tell him all the stuff he learned about Hanukkah. Uncle Spencer always seemed to get a big smile on his face when Henry learned something new.

“Ready to go?” Spencer asked, shrugging on his jacket before lifting Y/N’s off the hanger on the back of the door and holding it open for her to step into. “Everyone’s very excited about meeting you.” JJ and Will were ecstatic that he’d found someone to share his life with. 

Y/N stepped into her coat and turned around, giving Spencer a peck on the lips as he buttoned her coat for her. “I’m so nervous. I want them to like me.”

“They’ll love you,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Henry said he needs to approve of you though.” Spencer smirked as he turned to open the door. 

She stopped in her tracks and chuckled. “Is that so?”

“He wanted to make sure you’re good enough for his favorite Uncle.”

Y/N had a feeling she was going to like this kid.

Any hesitation about being accepted by Spencer’s best friend and her family instantly vanished the second they walked into the house. Spencer was passed by as everyone came in to give Y/N a hug and welcome her to their home. 

Without missing a beat, Henry introduced himself as Spencer’s nephew. “Guess what, Uncle Spencer?”

Spencer’s eyes lit up as the little boy practically jumped into his arms. “What?”

“My friend Asher taught me all about Hanukkah today.”

“Really?”

JJ nodded proudly before turning back to finish up dinner. “He’s been telling me all about it since he got home.”

“Yea, he told me the whole story of Hanukkah. I know you probably already know all about it, but can I tell you anyway?”

Y/N snickered. His nephew, even at just nine years old, was well aware that his Uncle knew anything and everything regarding almost anything. “Henry, I always want to hear about what you’ve learned. It doesn’t matter if I already know it.”

“Yay!” He hopped off Spencer’s lap and brought up a chair for Y/N.

“So chivalrous,” she laughed.

Then he brought up a chair for himself, sitting it in front of herself and Spencer before launching into what he learned today. “Okay, so Asher said that tonight is the start of Hanukkah and it goes on for eight days.”

“That’s right,” Spencer said softly, leaning back and grasping Y/N’s hand softly in his own. This was where he was happiest. With the woman he loved and the little boy he loved more than his own life. “Do you know why it goes on for eight days?”

“After Alexander the Great ruled, a Greek emperor named Antio-chus-”

“That’s right,” Spencer said proudly. “Antiochus.”

“Anyway, Antiochus outlawed Jewish rituals and ordered them to worship Greek gods, so they fought back. Three years after the Maccabees started fighting, they won and restored the Temple of Jerusalem. But they had to remove all the Greek symbols. When they finished, the lit an oil lamp in celebration and it was only supposed to last a day, but it remained for eight days. It was said that a miracle was performed and that’s why it lasted so long.”

Spencer beamed. “That’s right! Did Asher tell you about how they celebrate?”

“I was getting there, Uncle Spencer!”

Y/N giggled and leaned into Spencer’s shoulder. “Okay, okay, sorry!” He laughed. “Go ahead.”

“Hanukkah, which means rededication, is known as the Jewish Festival of Lights. The holiday is supposed to honor the people that won the battle trying to keep their faith.” As he continued, Spencer couldn’t help but almost shed a tear. Henry was so inquisitive; he had an endless thirst for knowledge. “Tonight, Asher said he’d light the first candle on the menorah with his mom and dad, and they’d do it for the next seven days. They also play the dreidel game, and eat gelt, which look like little chocolate coins, and they make all kinds of food like latkes, which sound really tasty, and rugelach? Is that it? He said it’s like a pastry.”

“They’re delicious!” Y/N exclaimed. “Maybe Spencer and I can take you to the bakery down the street one day and you can try some. You’d love them. They make all types of different flavors.”

“Mom! Dad! Can I go with Y/N and Uncle Spencer so I can try rugelach?”

Will laughed as he ruffled his son’s hair. “Only if you bring back some for me.”

“Okay,” Henry laughed. “Maybe one day Asher’s mom will make latkes so I can try some of them too.”

“That sounds like fun,” Spencer said as JJ and Will started to bring dinner to the table. Leaning over, he kissed the top of Henry’s head. “Thanks for telling me all about Hanukkah.”

“No problem! Hanukkah’s cool!” Henry said, knowing very well that his Uncle Spencer already knew it all. Thankfully, he liked to listen to him talk anyway. “I’m going to ask Asher to tell me how to play dreidel. If I can learn it, can we play?”

“Of course.”

“Y/N, you’re invited too,” Henry said.

Once his plate was full, he began shoveling food in his face without another word. “I think you’re in,” Spencer laughed.

“I think I am,” she replied. “Just so you know I’ll gladly listen to your nephew talk on any of our dates.”

Spencer leaned in for a kiss, chuckling when Henry fake gagged. “Apparently we can’t kiss though.”

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War of Hearts : Alpha!Roman Reigns x Reader x Future Alpha!Braun Strowman Part 1/?

A/N: Ok so this is a series I’ve been working on. 1. Because I love Braun Strowman and Roman Riegns and 2. I love the whole werewolf AU. And 3 I’m a sucker for soulmate AUs😫😫It’s my first time ever writing something like this so please be gentle. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea ☕️ Tagging my babes because they continue to inspire me and encourage me. I love you guys 🖤🖤 Pairings: Alpha!Roman Reigns x Reader ; Future Alpha!Braun Strowman x Omega!Reader Warnings: Cursing maybe? Angstish (like internally, it’s a love triangle people), Fluff, A/B/O dynamics Summary: Becoming a women’s wrestler is never easy, especially as an Omega. Finding love is even harder. Will you find love in one or will fate throw you to the wolves? Follow this story as the reader goes into battle in a “War of Hearts”.

“I can’t help but be wrong in the dark ‘Cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts”

Being an omega was never easy but thanks to my family and Grade A suppressants I managed it. It was extremely hard because on top of all that I was a pro wrestler trying to make my way up the ranks without the help of my superstar big brother Daniel Bryan or The Bella’s who were practically my sisters.

“So, what’s it like?” Nikki asked.

“Being on suppressants? I don’t know. Ok… so you know how during your heat all you want is the ’D’ but the only thing that can quell it is a knot?”

“Yeah…”

“Well the suppressants help it so that all I need is the ’D’ and it can be attached to some nice little Beta and not some asshole Alpha. It also helps me not be a slave to my own body. Just because I’m an omega, doesn’t mean I need an Alpha to function.”

“Of course, not Babe. You’re a strong independent omega!”

“Nik not so loud, would ya? Most people still think I’m a Beta and I’d like to keep that way.”

“Why hun you should be proud of who and what you are. “I couldn’t help but sigh at her comment.

"I am, Nik. It’s not how I feel about it. It’s how

others perceive me when they find out that bothers me. Alphas only want me hanging off their knots and Betas look down at me as if that is all I want as well.” I replied somberly.

“Hey (Y/N). I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that I promise.”

“I know you didn’t Nikki. Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.”

“What’s it like to find your true mate. Like with you and John. What was that whole experience like?”

“Gosh girl, I don’t think there are enough hours in the day to explain what it felt like but I’ll try my best.” She giggles before turning serious. “You know how everyone has their own scent and some are more appealing than others?”

“Yes, but with my suppressants a lot of other people’s scent have been dulled to me.”

“Really?” she paused for a split second shaking her head “I mean, as I was saying when you finally meet your true mate, or at least when I met John he smelt otherworldly. The first whiff had my wolf screaming, girl. She kept repeating things like mate, and home, and mine. The scent itself smelt like pinewoods and musk. Man, just thinking about it… whoo.” She had to stop and fan herself at the thought of her own true mate.

“Nikki!” I squealed.

“Sorry, hun. I can’t help it. Anyways that’s just the smell. When we touched, my body was set ablaze. Like first heat times 100.” I shuddered at the thought.

Every omega’s first heat is the cruelest. I was lucky enough to be in the comfort of my own home with suppressants on standby. While my family always thought I’d present as an omega, I was kind of a late bloomer.

“(Y/N/N) did you hear what I said?”

I sheepishly looked down shaking my head mouthing an 'I’m sorry’.

“What I was saying is that you also go into an instant heat and your mate goes into an instant rut to push the mating process. And if you don’t couple you’ll be in the most excruciating pain you’ve ever been in. Just driving to the hotel was a feat for me and John. What’s made you so curious about this all the sudden?”

“I don’t honestly know. I just know I’m getting older and still haven’t found my mate. Part of me wonders if the whole true mate thing is even real. Or maybe I just don’t have one you know?”

Nikki was having none of that. She practically lunged from her spot on the couch to pummel me in a big hug, scent marking me in a comforting manner. Omega instincts at its finest.

“He’s out there Babydoll. I just know it. And besides today’s a day of celebration remember? Your Raw debut is tomorrow and me, Brie, and Daniel couldn’t be prouder. You’ve worked so hard on your own, taking absolutely no hand outs and you’re finally here. So, no time for being sad. We have take- out on the way to the house as well as Brie and Daniel. Then we’re going to watch your favorite movie while we eat ice cream, standard pre-match ritual.”

I couldn’t help but smile because ever since I could remember, whether it be my brother or one of the Bella’s, they always spent a movie night in with me before one of our big matches. Now here was one of my biggest matches to date and all three of them were going to celebrate it with me. I love my little pack and couldn’t ask for a better family.

To my surprise even John Cena, Nikki’s Alpha, came to support our pack tradition. He really was a great addition and the love I saw between the two always inspired me and gave me hope that one day I would find a worthy Alpha.

The night went off without a hitch and even ended up with all of us in a puppy pile in the middle of the floor surrounded by pillows and blankets.

The one omega trait I could never seem to shake, even as a pup, was cuddling or puppy piling when I could convince the pack.  I guess that’s why my parents thought I’d present as an Omega eventually. Most days I was either cuddled between one of the couples or koala beared on the back of one of my pack mates. It was just one of those quirks I was known for. I mean I’m the baby of the pack, what did they expect? This also earned me my nickname Babydoll which most people even outside my pack would called me. Hell, even Stephanie McMahon referred to me as Babydoll. It also didn’t help that that was also my in-ring persona. And while most people’s in ring personas were a complete 180 to real life. I was just me and I love it that way.

The morning of my debut was spent at the gym for a light training session with my big brother, making sure I had all my submission moves down to the letter. I even made him genuinely tap out a few times, which had my confidence through the roof.

The rest of the morning was spent getting coffee and getting to the performance arena in a timely manner. Being a newbie meant having to get there early so that Steph could give me a quick rundown of how tonight was going to go. I was thrilled when they told me, my match was going to be a tag team match with Sasha and I versus Charlotte and Dana. And to top it off I was slated to pin Charlotte in a submission move, my brother’s yes lock, for the win. To say I was nervous was an understatement.

After the rundown with Steph and the pleasantries exchanges with the girls I was carded off to The Bella’s dressing room for hair and makeup.

Being the baby of the pack had its perks, I was spoiled beyond belief. The girls’ excuses were always 'for my protection’. And to some extent I would agree. Being submerged into a new environment where pack dynamics are almost nonexistent, it’s hard to find your place. To top it off my sense of smell is not as sharp as it should be so I wasn’t able to sniff out the good from the bad.

So, I was totally fine with being sequestered to the Bella’s locker room it was safe and I felt protected there.

“Knock, Knock. Can I come in?” It was Sasha.

“Of course, girl. I just finished putting on the final touches to my makeup. How do I look?”

Sasha was one of the few people I knew from the main roster. We spent a lot of time together during developmental. During my time there we were practically attached at the hip. We were so close in fact, she knew my true presentation.

Sasha was a beta with an Alpha complex, basically she was chill until someone tried to mess with her friends because then all bets were off. I cherished our friendship and I missed her dearly when she was moved up the main roster. But now here we were together again and on the same brand!

The next thing I knew Sasha was suffocating me in a bone crushing hug. As I hugged her back with as much enthusiasm, a foreign smell hit my senses prompting me to ask, “Sash what is that smell? Are you wearing a new perfume?”

She looked at me strangely, “ No…. Why?”

“I’m not sure I just got a whiff of something, is all.”

“What do you mean? I thought you said your suppressants dull your sense of smell.”

“They do that’s why I was wondering. But never mind. I can’t believe I’m here! I finally made it! And I get my best friend back!”

“Oh, Babydoll you never lost me, you know that.” She said rubbing my back.

“Yea but this is different. I’m seeing you in the flesh. And now we get to hang out just like old times.”

Sasha and I spent our time catching each other up on certain things we missed in each other’s lives, everything from matches to romantic rendezvous.

“I can’t believe you actually went out with him (Y/N)! What happened to your rule of no Alphas unless he’s the Alpha!”

“Hey, I don’t regret it. Roman is amazing and besides I gained an amazing friend because of it!”

Even though I had a thing about staying away from most Alphas, something about Roman drew me in. Roman and I had been on a few dates together and he was an amazing kisser to say the least but we both realized really early on that we were just meant to be friends, almost like platonic soulmates. Even though I was losing hope on the whole true mate Alpha thing, I still didn’t want to give myself over to someone who wasn’t my Alpha. Both of us were so in tuned to one another it was crazy that we weren’t true mates. Best parts about Roman though was the fact that he was a great cuddle buddy and more often than not he would scent mark me so other asshole Alphas would stay away.

“I don’t care what you say I still ship it.”

I couldn’t help but stick my tongue out at my best friend more than anything, I was just glad to have her back.

“Okay, so if not Roman. I should ask. Do you still have that school girl crush on Braun?”

“OMG Sasha!” I shoved at her shoulder. I can’t believe she brought up the “Braun” thing.

“Ok first of all Sash it wasn’t a school girl crush. I merely wondered who he was. He’s the 'Monster among men’. Can you blame me?”

I had seen Braun once in my life but have never even spoken to him, while I have seen his matches and think he’s an amazing athlete. I’ve never even spoken two words to him.

I was in the states from a stint in Japan and I had promised Sasha I would visit. I was trying to hone my craft across seas while my best friend was training in the new NXT performance center of WWE. I was so proud of her and missed her like crazy so I stopped in Florida before going home to Arizona where I had stayed part time in with my brother, Bryan and his amazing wife Brie, in their new home. Even Josie their French Bulldog was one of my favorites.

 That experience at the performance center was otherworldly, not because of “Braun” but just because it motivated me even more to make it to WWE. It was also the first time I met my Samoan superman of a best friend.

As I was kicking Sasha’s butt around the ring and trying to help hone her new submission move, the Banks Statement, I was also showing her possible opponent counters. What can I say I had made a name for myself as a submission specialist and grappler, having learned from all over the world. So, as I have her in a counter of a modified version of the black widow. Mind you I’m upside down. I see this amazing hulk of a man walking in and I nearly lose my breath. It wasn’t the size or stature, he didn’t hold himself menacingly. In fact, he looked quite sweet. His scent is what had me breathless, he must have felt me staring cause as he walked by us, we made eye contact. My heart nearly stopped right then and there. I immediately released my best friend not wanting to be seen in such a graceless state.

I couldn’t be more thankful for my scent blockers because damn did he scream Alpha. The fact that I could smell him was saying something.

Breaking eye contact I turn to make sure I didn’t pull back Sasha’s arm too bad.

“Hey girl you ok?”

“Yeah but what happened? You stopped before I could counter.”

I couldn’t help it when my eyes cut to Braun only for him to be looking back at me unashamed smiling sweetly instead of a typical douche smirk most men in general throw my way.

Blushing immediately I break eye contact but not before I see a damn smirk come into view and damn it if I didn’t actually like it.

Sasha caught the whole interaction even shaking her head at Braun who simply answered with a shrug.

“Babydoll, is there something you want to ask me?” Sasha asked fluttering her eyelashes in quick succession.

“Who’s that?” I muttered knowing full well she heard me.

“I’m sorry but you’re going to have to speak up, Baby.”

“You know what let’s forget it we have work to do my flight is tonight so I’m limited on time. Plus, I’m not gonna worry myself about someone I may never see again anyways.” I huffed trying to get back to sparring.

“Ok miss priss but his name is Braun Strowman and he a nice gentlemanly southern Alpha. But he’s with that bleach blonde over there starring daggers at your head. Her names Dana and she is one bitchy Beta with an omega complex.”

That explained a lot. While most betas took on a slight Alpha complex there were some, mainly women, who would take sort of an omega complex to seem more appealing to Alphas. Why? I had no idea, being an omega sucked sometimes, it’s why I take military grade suppressants.

“Like I said no time to worry about anyone but myself.”

And that’s how that conversation ended as you and Sasha started to spar again going back and forth between submissions and counters.

All the while a hulking Alpha looking on majorly impressed. And a bitchy blonde seething.

“Okay. Okay. Whatever you say. But! There is something I never got to tell you about that day.”

“What’s that?”

“After you left he came up to me and asked about you.”

Fighting my blush like my life depended on it I scoffed and said, “So what?”

“It’s so cute how you think you can fool me, you know that? Anyways…. he had asked me if you were an omega.”

My heart stopped upon hearing that. No one absolute no one should be able to sniff me out as an omega…. well except for my true mate….

I shook myself out of such dangerous thoughts.

“Sash how are you so relaxed about that and are now just telling me. You know there is no way in hell he should have been able to scent my placement.”

I look to my best friend trying to find some sense of understanding and then I see her light bulb go off.

“Omg! I never even thought of that (Y/N)! Omg stupid beta brain.”

“Wait so what did you say?” I asked panicked.

“I told him no that you were a Beta but he never did look quite convinced when I said that, come to think of it.”

“Sash what else, what else did he want to know?” I urged my best friend to talk faster.

“Nothing just who you were and where you were from, in fact he seemed real interested about you until Dana came sniffing around. I swear that girl needs a reality check.”

“I’m kinda freaking out here girl…. you don’t think…. this whole true mate thing is true, do you?”

“You’re seriously asking ME that?”

“I’m sorry I just …. idk I’m just really on the verge of a mental breakdown.”

A knock at the door broke me from my hysterics.

“Who’s that?!”

“Calm down girl, it’s probably just Roman. He asked where we were and I told him.”

As if he could fell my panic and was Superman to the rescue. I immediately felt a hundred times better even with the whole looming true mate business. Something about Roman just soothes my soul to its core. Before Sasha could get the door open I was bum rushing my Samoan Superman.

“Roman!” I squealed.

Pummeling into one of his bear hugs I totally took advantage, arms around the neck and legs around the waist practically gluing myself to his essence.

He just chuckled into the scent gland on my neck, expecting nothing less from me, kissing it before mumbling a quiet, “Hey Babygirl.” And I shivered at his touch.

“Ugh you guys need to get a room you’re disgusting.” Came from behind him the one and only Nikki Bella.

“Aww Nik why can’t I just borrow yours.”

“Eww no way I don’t want all of that rubbing up on all my shit.” She grimaced.

“Not all of it Nik. Just the couch, maybe the table right Roman?” I look up beaming with mischief as I stare into his beautiful gray eyes. Eyes that could calm any storm brewing within me.

“Behave, Babygirl.” He laughed swatting my butt in a reprimanding nature.

“Again eww.”

“Okay Nikki we get it but let the girl live she hasn’t seen him in months and tonight’s her debut.” Brie, always the voice of reason.

Roman walked us over to the awaiting couch, keeping me koala-beared to him, as the girls and Bryan all settled into the dressing room.

Making sure to cuddle as close to my Samoan teddy bear as possible I look to the twins and ask, “So how much longer until we need to head down to the gorilla?”

“They said they’d come and get us but I would say about 20-30 minutes.” Brie answered.

“Dang it and I just got comfortable.” I pouted towards Roman.

“No pouting baby girl.” He flicked my bottom lip, “You need to get up and get warm.”

Tucking into his neck further I mumbled, “But I am warm.”

“You know what I mean” he rumbled.

“Get that booty up and let’s get to stretching.” Nikki came and landed a swift smack on my butt for emphasis on her way out the doors with the others.

Relenting I looked towards Roman, “Scent me for good luck?”

“Of course, baby girl but wait til we get to gorilla okay?”

“Fine.” I pouted.

“Why are you in such a pouting mood babe? It’s your debut, you should be over the moon!”

“I am! I just missed you Ro and I don’t know I’m nervous as hell. Like I just want to curl up in a ball and demand that you hold me.”

“As appealing as that sounds… that’s gonna have to wait until later.” He replies leaving a lingering kiss to my temple.

“Love you,” he whispered as he pulled back.

“I love you too Superman.”

What no one knew about me and Roman was we were sort of more than just friends, while it never went past making out physically there was a deep and intense emotional bond. In fact, a couple years back I made a pact with him if I didn’t find my true mate by my Birthday of this year I would start a mate ship with him and eventually let him claim me as his omega.

It wasn’t an uncommon thing in our world many betas had mate ships with Alphas and many omegas took Alphas that were not considered their true mate.

Unfortunately, many of those omegas would find their true mate Years down the line and make things very complicated within pack dynamic. Trying to live without your true mate once you found them was like living without half of yourself. And that was a fate I’d hope to never face. While Roman was not my true mate I knew deep within my soul I could not live without him. Why, I may never know and with this whole Braun issue I was really scared that I would have to learn how to live without him sooner rather than later.

“Babygirl? You ok in there?” Roman asked, tapping me on my forehead for emphasis.

“Something on your mind?”

“Nothing just thinking. I’m scared.” I whimpered into his neck.

“Scared of what babe? The match? You’re gonna do great. It’s in your blood.” He reassured while rubbing my back.

“Not about that. About us…”

“What about us? We’re good and in six months we will be even better.”

“A lot can happen in six months! What if I find him and then I’ll lose you forever. I can’t lose you Ro. I know you’re not my true mate but we are connected on a soul level and I-I…” I couldn’t stop the tears that broke through that time.

“Shhh hey Babygirl. Listen to me I’m not going anywhere. Yes, a lot can happen in six months. But the one thing you will never have to worry about is losing me.” Gently he leaned down and started kissing my tears away making sure to leave one lasting and loving wet kiss on my lips.

“Promise?”

“Promise. I love you Babygirl, more than my own life.”

“I love you too Superman. To the moon and back.”

“Good now let’s go we can’t keep everyone waiting, now can we?”

“I suppose not.” I giggled into his chest. Before getting up and catching everyone near the gorilla I caught Roman by the scruff of his neck and kissed the breath out of him. I made sure to make it count because in my gut I knew it could be one of our lasts.

“Babygirl…” Roman panted, “What was that?”

“What was what?” I answered cheekily, giving one more quick kiss before rushing out to catch up with my friends and family but not before I heard Roman say, “You little minx. You’re going to be the death of me.”

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Omru: Dazar’alor Roleplay

(( This is just copy/pasted discord roleplay that I’m archiving for my own records. Might be a boring read or too long for most. But then again, who’s reading my short stories anyways, right? Just me. :p ))   Dazar’alor, city of gold, capital of Zuldazar and once the center of the world spanning Zandalari empire of old. The ancient troll home somehow survived the Sundering, survived the prophesied sinking of the island, the Cataclysm, the Burning Legion and threats both foreign and domestic over thousands of years. In modern day it was a melting pot of all Troll races, each tribe carving out it’s own nook, bringing new cultural celebrations, rituals and perspectives. Trade was booming, crime was at an all time low, and the King was beloved by all… Most.. Many… Even with the loss of Rezan, Loa of Kings, the empire withstood the power of the gargantuan C’Thraxxi warbringer, Mythrax. Furthermore, the city banded together with the Horde to rid Azeroth of the Old God Titan experiment, G’huun the blood God. Nothing and no one could keep this city nor it’s people down for long.

  And then came the Alliance. Jaina Proudmoore led the Kul’tirans and the factions of the Alliance into the city, tricking it’s armies into leaving the King’s side for the swamps of Nazmir. Neigh defenseless, the Zandalari lost thousands. Their soldiers, their navy, and even their king. It was a bloodbath the likes they had never known.

  Time passed, people trying to move on with their lives, and the former Princess now Queen of the Zandalari formally joined the Horde, seeking retribution. From those descended of royal blood, all the way down to the most lowbourne of guttersnipes, depression and anguish was palpable in the once bright city of riches. Joining the Horde would provide a small comfort, but the Bilgewater Cartel seemed capable of stimulating economic growth. Their own goblin designed ships weren’t as glamorous nor dependable as the Zandalari fleet had been, but with them they brought imports and money. It was one such merchant vessel that Omru had made contact via Goblin engineered walkie. His ticket to the lush jungle paradise of Durotar.

  For a brief moment the people near the docks had a flicker of, not hope, but at least mild curiosity and entertainment. Off in the distance, a topless Zandalari man held onto a viney set of reigns attached to not one but two large speckled sea turtles as he stood atop their shells. Wind rushing through his beard, the troll laughed, accompanied by loud acoustic music. On the troll’s shoulders was our beloved fox boy, Omru, strumming away on his father’s guitar. As zany as the idea had been, Om knew that the only way to combat his family curse was to, of course, hire a navigator. That man’s name was Ja’ku. Ja’ku Spearo.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_b_53XplhZE

  By the time the duo had made it to the docks, a small crowd had gathered to see what the spectacle was all about. For the first few minutes, the pair were all smiles, Omru hopping down onto the wooden floorboards, still playing his music. Then came an untimely, “Ey, dat mon owes me money!”

  Then another. “Ja’ku, you mudda fugga, ya dare show you face round’ere!”

  Ja’ku raised his hands defensively, “Now, now. I dun mean no ‘arm in- Oh, what be dat ova dere!?”

  Predictably, a handful of accusers turned to look and in that split second, Ja’ku was off on foot, running further into the city, leaving Omru there to suffer the eyes of the crowd.

“Uh… I’m not with him. Just.. Passing through…”

-- “No… I don’t get it. Please explain to me again why this is ‘proper animal husbanding’ as you put it?”

  The ebony haired Sin’dorei boy blew an annoyed breath out through pursed lips and rolled his eyes dramatically. Returning his haughty glare to the Vulpera girl with the deep red fur and too much eyeliner sitting on the crate, he shook his head.

  “Listen fuzzball, there’s a lot of things someone like you just won't understand. It’s not your fault, you’ve basically been frying in the desert forever with nothing but bugs to play with. Sure, all that sun can make for a great tan but too much can rot your brain. Just like too many vegetables. Here’s a live lesson for you. If someone like me.. Well, there’s really no one like me but I mean a Sin’dorei tells you something you should just listen. We’ve been around for a billion years, maybe longer. We’ve seen everything, tried everything, are smarter than most, better looking than most and basically just better at everything.”

He leaned down to look her in the eye and winked.

“And that includes animal husbanding tricks.”

  The Vulpera girl’s left eyebrow rose as she took the guy in. Her eyes flicking from his ‘better than you’ expression to the large black bird he had pinned under one arm as he went on. “…You mean life lesson?”

He rolled his eyes again.

“No.. Live lesson. Because you live the lesson, duh.”

  She looked to the huge bird again. Intrigued by how it seemed to make eye contact with anyone paying attention, as if pleading for help. It’s eyes were locked onto her, beak parted slightly as it panted from the struggling she had interrupted. She spoke to it, if anything just to get under the guys skin a little.

“Is he always this spectacularly unintelligent and conceited?”

  To her surprise, the bird let out a croaky sound as if to answer. The boy’s face lit up and he beamed at her.

  “Aaaw, you didn’t have to say that. I am pretty spectacular, aren’t I? You know, you little guys aren’t so bad. I mean, you have that whole cute thing going on, I’m sure that helps.” Giving her another flash of his pearly whites, he reached for the scissors again. Seeing the flash of metal, the bird flew into a fit of struggling again. Pecking, kicking, clawing and doing anything in its power to get out of his iron grip. One enormous wing popped free, causing him to drop the scissors to wrangle it with both hands again. The flaps from just that single wing were enough to knock over a stack of smaller boxes and send dust and debris flying about. “See!?! I have to clip its wings! It’s nuts and it’s gonna fly off before I can get it home to give my wife!”

  She squinted and held up a hand against the torrent of dust, watching the scene with mixed feelings. She had traded critters before, plenty of times. What were the odds any of those had ended up in the hands of someone like this? The more the poor thing struggled, it’s eyes pleading with her, the more she felt sick about it. Maybe living things should be off the list going forward.. Unless it was food stuff anyway. Trade, that’s it! She quickly pulled her pack off her back and into her lap, rummaging through her things. “Hey Cinder-eye! What about this? I got something way better than some dusty old unruly bird for your wife. You know they carry parasites, right? Kind of a gross gift if you ask me. But this! This would surely win you some brownie points, buddy.”

  With much flair, she pulled an ornate looking scroll case out of her bag and held it up. With tiny practiced movements, she twisted it this way and that. Just enough for the sun to glint off the golden embossed lettering along the side that read Old “Pirate” Map, in fancy scrawl. “You two probably like date nights, right? How about an adventure?! When’s the last time you two went off into the wild blue yonder together and had some fun, eh? I’ll trade you this for that ratty old bird, straight over. No haggling or anything.”

  The boy’s eyes were locked on the thing, he and the bird both no longer struggling. After a long moment of staring, he finally blinked and looked to her with suspicion. “Wait… Why would you trade something like that for a bird if you think it sucks so much?”

  She blinked, having honestly pegged him for being too dumb to think that far into it. Thinking quickly she looked down at the case, ran a finger over the thick gold (plated) carving on its cap and nodded. “…Yea… Good point. I know a good place for a bird like that is all buuuuut… Yea, I’m not sure it’s worth the fun this might lead to. You’re right, I should pro-“

  Before she could finish her sentence he snatched the case out of her hand and shoved the huge raven into her arms.

“Nope!! You said straight over! A deals a deal, no take backsies!” As if expecting her to put up a fight he quickly grabbed up his pack, turned on his heel and rushed off towards his ship. Mumbling something about cute, dumb Vulpera idiots..

  She watched with a smirk as the guy walked off with her most worthless item. Sure, he might get a little money for the case. But the map itself was just directions to some rundown tavern her and her buds made as a joke one night. “Dumbass…”

  It was then she realized she was still holding the bird in her lap, cradled like a toddler. A large toddler.. It was damn near as big as she was but oddly enough, wasn’t struggling. Instead, the two just eyed each other for a long moment, neither moving. Somehow the look in it’s eyes as it stared back seemed.. thankful? She carefully slid off the crate she had been sitting on and set the creature down.

“Uuuh, there you go bird. You’re welcome.”

  The thing flicked out its wings a little but otherwise just sat there, it’s head tilting left and right as it watched her. She made a shooing motion, suddenly wondering what exactly a bird that size might eat.. Smaller furry creatures maybe? She shuddered, remembering more than one run in with the vulture flocks back in the sands. One large red ear twisted then at the sound of music coming from farther down the docks. She glanced back to the bird and gave an uneasy nod.

“Heh, yeeeea… So, see yu!”

  Tossing her pack over her shoulder she quickly trotted off towards the strumming then shoved her way through the crowd of knees and butts to see what was up. A grin crawled across her face as she eyed the strange duo coming to shore.

“What in the sands?!”

--

  Omru looked around, noting that there were just as many oddball races down at the docks as there were Zandalari, maybe even more so. A set of glowing yellow eyes stared down at him from a rotting face, it’s urine colored skin peeling off to reveal white maggots squirming underneath. Gulping, he changed the strumming of his guitar. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fN57L9HcZsQ

  “Listen… We don’t need to make a scene here, in fact.. ~Something told me long ago, there’s a calm before the storm and I know! It’s been comin’ for some time.” Giving a confident smile and wink, Omru began to half walk half dance as he continued playing and singing, “When it’s over, so they say.. It’ll rain a sunny day, I know! Shinin’ down like water!”

  Tauren, Trolls, Zombies, Orcs, Tortollan and even talking Bears all seemed to nod at him or tap their feet. Well, those who had feet anyways. Regardless of the few who seemed to be enjoying the show, at least half of the crowd had already lost interest, and another quarter just stared at him before running after Ja’ku.

“I wanna kno-  OW-FUCK!”

  Omru rubbed at his head, a rock having hurled it’s way right between his ears. The small sect of listeners that were less parted, revealed four very tall Zandalari women. Everyone knew that the women were the most fierce fighters of the empire, making up the majority of their guards. Or was that the Naga? Omru squinted his eyes up at them as they approached, towering over him.

“Ey, fox boy. You dun sing on our turf. We be de Bang Drum Gang, de only ones what be allowed te perform on dese docks. So take ya geetar an beat it, befo we beat you.”

  As if to emphasize their point, the three drummers standing behind their leader began to bang on their drums, harnessed over their shoulders and down to their waists. Simultaneously they would beat their drums twice, then stomp the ground with their feet. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=onJQ1dpsAF8   The snarling leader sung out in a gruff albeit totally in tune voice, “Foxy be a boy, makin big noise, playin on de docks, gonna be a big Mon some day. Ya got mud on face, ya lil disgrace, dun make us kick ya ass all ova’ de place!”

  Wadding up her fists, the three drummers began chanting, “We will, we will, rock you! We will, we will, rock you!”

  It was his calling. It was beautiful, it was amazing, it was destiny. Before he could even think, Omru began to shred on his father’s guitar, grinning at the crowd and wiggling his eyebrows. For ten seconds, he was a rock star and all of Dazar’alor was his stage. And then a two toed dirty foot connected with his jaw, sending him and all of his stuff flying through the air to land with a plop in the ocean water below.

The drumming stopped, “Ey, dat weren’t no invitation! We told ya ta scram, Vulpera!”

  Grumbling and slightly humiliated, Omru swam back to shore as the Bang Drum Gang continued their song, parading down the docks and further into the city, crowd at their heels. Making his way back onto the wooden walkway, Omru dumped the water out of his guitar. His pack was enchanted to be waterproof, no worries there, but water could certainly warp the wood of his instrument.

“Assholes…”

--

  “Man, you got it in weird with these trolls, buddy. How are you gonna come riding in on the shoulders of one, who’s riding in on freaking sea turtles no less.. then immediately get booted back out to sea by others? You have a rep around here or just bad luck?”

  She watched as he tidied his things and fiddled with his now soggy guitar. Moisture damaged instruments wasn’t something she had much personal experience with. Not a lot of risk of that in the sands and she had only recently been venturing out past that to the isles. Her first rescue mission, impromptu as it was, delivering her all the way here to the Zandalari city of Dazar’alor. But.. She had seen people dry out waterlogged driftwood next to a fire so maybe…

“Hey, I got a thing that’ll help dry that out!”

  With a wide grin spreading across her ‘of course I have something for that’ expression, she pulled her pack off her shoulder and squatted over it to dig around inside. After a moment, she pulled out a metallic canister about as long as her forearm and held it up triumphantly.

  “I traded some goblin guy a ride for this thing. He was desperate to get out of the desert ASAP so was all for the trade when I asked about it. They may be a bit weird, funky looking and kinda suspicious but those guys have the best toys, let me tell you. Cool thing was, the girl with the wagon I set him up with owed me anyway so it was basically free. It’s called a dragon gun, or dragon’s breath gun or something like that. Sounds awesome right? Just uh, hold out that soggy guitar of yours a moment while I fire this thing up. Maybe away from your face, just to be safe. I know it’s small but this’ll be the first time I’m using it and I’m not up for BBQ’d boy.”

She aimed the nozzle at the guitar and fiddled with the little red valve knob, then flicked the two switches on the side up and down. As nothing happened, she repeated the process a few times, trying to maintain her ‘let me show you something amazing’ face. Nothing… Not even a burp of heat..

“Sssssshhhit… That little butthole, no wonder he traded it so willingly, its broke!”

  With that, she chucked the thing aside, teeth momentarily bared with a growl of frustration. The metallic -clang- as it hit the stone ground a little ways away echoed off nearby surfaces and a couple heads turned to look. It bounced once then landed again with another clang, this time smacking down on the valve end. Upon impact the nozzle blasted out an enormous cone of fire, the heat of it felt even yards away where they stood. Despite the items diminutive size, had that been aimed at the Vulpera boy and his guitar, it would have engulfed him fully and anyone else standing too close to him…

  Eyes wide, the little red vulpera girl just stared as the flames bellowed out for a full ten seconds before cutting off again. Luckily nothing of note and no one had been in front of it. What grass, flowers and small plants had been in its path were now gone. Only a bit of wafting smoke and a wide scorch mark left in its wake. Somewhere between amazed and horrified, she turned back to him. Remembering to close her mouth finally, she cleared her throat and scratched at the back of her head.

“Uh yeah.. Sooo… What, umm, what brings you to the city?”

--

  Saltwater still dripping from his fur, Omru stared at the red Vulpera girl as she began chatting about her stuff. A smile instinctively formed. He hadn’t exactly been welcomed into the city, but almost right away he had found someone who understood him. Someone who got him, someone with stuff.

  “You want me to hold my most precious family heirloom out while you blast it with that goblin thingy?” Omru looked from the girl, to his guitar and back again. He then nodded his head, trusting in this stranger fully as he held out the instrument with both hands, “Letterip!”

  Anticipation bubbled, coursing from the back of his head down to his shoulders as he gripped his guitar tight. Click. Click-click. Nothing. Omru’s bright orange eyes flickered to the side as he tried to maintain a good natured smile. Sometimes people’s stuff, just wasn’t up to snuff. It happened to the best of Vulpera, right? But should he say something comforting, should he just ignore it like it’s no big deal, should he avert his eyes and pretend he didn’t notice?

“Uh.. You know, I think-”

FWOOSH!

  The goblin contraption had been carelessly chunked over shoulder, only to trigger a moment later. Fortunately they were near enough the streets and away from the wooden docks, where the blasts of fire only seemed to damage the greenery. If that had been directed at him, his guitar would have been toast. He would have likely been toast too, even with his depleted sunstone. At the thought of the stone, he stowed the wet guitar away and rummaged about his pack. As much as he collected things, people might expect him to take on hoarder tendencies. Nope. Everything either server a purpose or was just really cool. And everything was organized. It never took him more than a moment to rummage through his pack to find things.

  Regardless of how fast he had managed to procure the stone, by the time he was ready to use it, the fire expulsions had ceased. The small grey rock in his hand was cool to the touch, and had darkened carved runes all around it. “I uh.. Was gonna use this, but unnecessary now. It absorbs flames and heat, storing the energy so that you can use it again later. In theory.”

  Om placed the stone back in its place, then tossed his knapsack strap back over his shoulder. “I’m actually just here to catch a boat. The Horde, I’m sure you’ve heard of them, come from a tropical paradise with engineered vehicles and super models, whatever those are, in a magical place called Durotar. I was gonna go check it out, meet with a friend there. Buuut, I guess now I need to find a shop that can work guitar repairs. This city is coastal, can’t be the first time something was flung into the ocean, right? What about you?”

  Om paused to look around, validating his assumption, “Not many Vulpera here at all. Might be just us and one or two more in the entire city.”

--

  Glad to see the guy wasn't running for the sands or ready to give her a load of crap for the honest mistake of nearly frying him, her attention was drawn to the little stone. Curious, she cocked her head to try and get a better look at it just before he tucked it away again. As he spoke, she turned her attention back to the city around them, nodding.

  "Yea, this place is HUGE too. I've been here three days and have only seen the lower section of this one side. Can you imagine building something like this? What if they get sick of the spot? And yea, I've only seen a trio of us waiting on a ride back out and one boy waiting in line for a ship last night. He was all suited up in the hordes red and black too. Like they had recruited him for some big face bashing gig. Honestly he might have looked pretty good if it weren't for the spiked shoulders.. Those just kinda made him look dumb and out of place. Eh, still, I'm sure he'll have some awesome stories when he comes back, though."

  She glanced at his guitar then back up at the city steps nearest them, thinking a moment.

  "Well, I guess it's a good thing you bumped into me then. I'm one of my family's best pathfinders. I guess you could even say the best now. Well, I mean if my grandma could still get around well and my dad wasn't stuck helping out Last Wind they would be the best but you know how it is.."

  She seemed to pause to consider that thought. Shrugging it off just as quickly, she shot him a sideways look and a confident smirk.

"C'mon, I'll find you the place you need, no problem!"

  Without waiting for the soggy boy to respond, she turned on her heel and marched for the stairs leading up into the lower merchants area of the city, fully expecting him to follow.

"Like I said, I've only been here three days so it won't exactly be a direct route. Buuuut I know a guy that'll help. He lives here."

--

  Omru fell in line as soon as the help was offered. He didn’t really consider himself biased, but he just naturally felt more trusting of his own kind. This girl who hadn’t even introduced herself yet had almost roasted him like a desert lizard on a pike, yet here he was following her through the sprawling streets of the Zandalari capital.

  “Well, they did get the inkling for a change in locale. The sands have plenty of their old homes and temples from thousands of years ago. According to legend, they used to rule the entire world, the first conquistadors of Azeroth. Then there was war with.. Uh, someone. Bugs? I don’t really remember. Point is, they ruled the world, built everywhere, lost it, then the world split in two.. Twice. I dunno if you remember it, but like six years ago or so Zandalar was rumored to be sinking. Lots of shaking, tectonic plates of something-something. I think they fixed that too, the Zandalaris. I’m not exactly a history buff, but I’ve been around a Tortollan or two, you know?”

  Bright orange eyes darted from left to right as his black furry ears twitched, listening to the crowds around them. Om’s nostrils flared out in quick little sniffs. This place was a cacophony of sounds, sights and smells. It was a little overwhelming, honestly. Oooh! The fox boy grinned wide as he spotted something magnificent at a corner stall.

“One minute!”

  It was a small round mirror, neatly polished. Seeing his own reflection, he had to take the opportunity to primp just a little. It was nothing compared to what the sin’dorei had been doing since their arrival many months before, and so the merchant just shrugged the gesture off. “You buy, Vulpera?”

  Hearing the offer, another stall merchant called from across the street, “Ey dere rich mon! Ya tink ya look good now, wait til ya get some’a my wares. Come take a look!”

The first merchant didn’t seem to mind the intrusion at all, “Good idea, bruddah. Listen ‘ere shortie, you buy dis mirror full price an my friend dere will give you a deal.”

  In the span of fifteen minutes, Omru had traded in a dozen trinkets, knick knacks and old coins. In return he had the silver zandalari mirror, and a full set of horde themed leather armor.  Rushing back to his new Vulpera friend’s side, he did a little spin in his new hooded attire, “This is an authentic Horde militia armor, fitted for goblins. It’s a little snug in the buttocks, but the Zandalari back there is a leather worker and made room for my tail. Way better than what I had been carrying around. We should see if they have any enchantments, never know when you’ll need to get revenge on a Drummer girl for kicking you into the ocean, you know? Ha, just kidding.”

  It then dawned on Om that the two of them hadn’t even made proper acquaintances yet. “Oh, sorry, the city’s so big and distracting I almost forgot. I’m Omru, by the way. And you?”

--

  Nohko leaned against the carved stone archway that marked the entry to that section of vendors, waiting patiently for the boy to eyeball whatever he was after. Lifting a large claw that dangled from a strap of leather around her neck, one of many such adornments, she used the thing to clean under her fingernails. Suddenly, a loud rather juicy sounding splat on the ground next to her made her jump and dodge away from whatever it was.

“SHIT! FU-“

Her startled cursing halted and a look of confusion set in as she registered what she was looking at. A half rotted fish carcass that had splattered into a sloppy mess on impact next to her. Brows furrowing, she looked up to see where it had fallen from. There, sitting high up on the arch was the huge black bird. It’s head was cocked to the side, one dark eye staring in her direction. Were such a thing common here she would have simply dismissed it. Some feathered sky rat turd who can't keep a handle on their lunch. But birds didn’t come in solid, shiny black like that around here. None she had ever seen anyway. The closest thing were the darker colored vultures back in the sands but most around here were bright blues, reds and greens. So what, was it following her? Attempting to bomb her with rotten fish? What the sands, all she had done was help! She narrowed her eyes at the thing, pondering for the briefest moment reaching for the tiny hand crossbow she kept tied to her pack. Naaa, why save it just to-

“…never know when you’ll need to get revenge on a Drummer girl for kicking you into the ocean, you know? Ha, just kidding.”

  The thought was interrupted as she realized the Vulpera boy was back and had apparently been trying to show her his new stuff. She turned her attention back to him and eyed the outfit up and down, offering a smile.

  “Heeeey, nice getup. Wait, you didn’t go get that just because I said that other guy looked awesome in it, right? Not that you don’t look good. Better in some ways even, since you didn’t go with the dumb oversized shoulders he had. He was super ripped though so could probably have made an old barrel look good..  Anyway, yeah sorry, Noh, nice to meet you Omru.”

  She stuck out a hand to shake. The bright red of her fur darkened into a deep purplish color from wrist to fingertip. Rings decorated just about every finger, some sporting more than one. Some were typical looking while others appeared crafted from miscellaneous things she had apparently liked enough to turn into jewelry. Her wrist was likewise covered in jewelry and trinkets. From solid, etched metal cuffs to tiny hand carved scrimshaw dangling on loose chains or straps to braided.. hair? Was that hair? ..well some kind of braided organic, -hair like- material with bits of glass and such woven in..

--

  “Oh, you -were- just talking about another vulpera in Horde armor, huh? Nah, I got this because that Troll was a good salesman, honestly. I mean, he had me pegged for an explorer and adventurer, someone who risks his life for great treasure. Read me like a book, told me my armor was scuffed and in need of repairs. I had a lot of stuff on me reserved for trading anyways, plus I dig the black and red. Maybe that other guy wasn’t exactly affiliated with the Horde either. Mayhap they just talked him into upgrading his armor like they did me. I’m not a big fan of the skull and bones aesthetics, though. Cultural thing, I’m sure. Proud of their kills, wear it as jewelry or something. I dunno.”

  Omru snatched the extended hand, giving it a squeeze and a shake as proper etiquette called for.  He himself had a single black ring on his left index finger. It didn’t really have a meaning or purpose, and in fact it blended in with his fur, so it wasn’t very noticeable. Still, he liked it and that was all that mattered. In the little three second handshake, his fingers had felt the rigid bands on Noh’s fingers and the clatter of her wrist ornaments was audible. “Whoa, cool. You gotta lotta jingly jangles, as my Uncle calls them. Where’d ya get’em?”

  Continuing through the city, Om looked around from shop to shop. The streets weren’t packed, but the architecture and pathway spacing certainly felt designed for such high foot traffic. In more than a few places there were still crimson smears being scrubbed away by Zandalari trolls dressed in rags. Blood? How long ago had the city been sacked? A few months, right? He wasn’t really one to keep a calendar nor an appointment. Everything he had ever signed up for, he had been late. So why disappoint people when he could just commit himself to being obligation free. Heh. Despite the sparse customers, the shops still lined the streets, merchants seeming to outnumber clientele for the time being.

“Imagine what this place was like before the Alliance attacked it. They said they lost thousands, including the King. Mm. I’ve heard tales of them burning our wagons down for even being friendly with the Horde. Haven’t met any besides a few drunks, but so far they all sound like total scum. I hope the Zandalari wipe them out.”

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[x] The Ultimate Relationship Tag            

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Kate, by far.Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Atticus.Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Kate, tbh. Who trashes the house? Kate. Homegirl rarely gets mad, but when she does, people run.Do either of them get physical? No.How often do they argue/disagree? Almost never.Who is the first to apologize? Kate. She always feels so bad if she doesn’t.

Sex:

Who is on top? Atticus.Who is on the bottom? Kate.Who has the strangest desires? Probably Atticus.Any kinks? Not really.Who’s dominant in bed? Atticus.Is head ever in the equation? Of course.If so, who is better at performing it? Kate.Ever had sex in public? No. Kate is too scared they’ll get caught.Who moans the most? Kate.Who leaves the most marks? Kate.Who screams the loudest? Probably Kate.Who is the more experienced of the two? Atticus.Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Both.Rough or soft? Probably both tbh.How long do they usually last? 15-20 min.Is protection used? Yea, Kate doesn’t want to get pregnant.Does it ever get boring? No.Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? Rooftop.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? They have three beautiful babies.If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Kate want’s at least two. They ended up having three.Who is the favorite parent? Atticus.Who is the authoritative parent? Kate. Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Kate. She likes having random fun days.Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Atticus.Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Both, duh.Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Both. Who changes the diapers? Atticus. Kate does it occasionally but she can’t stand the smell.Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Kate. She’s up anyways.Who spends the most time with the children? They’re pretty equal on it.Who packs their lunch boxes? Kate.Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Atticus. Kate can’t do it with a straight face.Who cleans up after the kids? Kate.Who worries the most? Atticus.Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Kate.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Both.Who is the little spoon? Kate just loves being the little spoon.Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Atticus.Who struggles to keep their hands to themselves? Kate.How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Like 3 hours.Who gives the most kisses? Kate.What is their favorite non-sexual activity? Shooting arrows.Where is their favorite place to cuddle? The couch.Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Kate.How often do they get time to themselves? Maybe like ten hours a week.

Sleeping:

Who snores? Neither.If both do, who snores the loudest?Do they share a bed or sleep separately? They share.If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Hella cozy.Who talks in their sleep? Kate does, a lot.What do they wear to bed? Pajamas.Are either of your muses insomniacs? Kate is.Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? No.Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Wrap limbs.Who wakes up with bed hair? Atticus, it’s super cute.Who wakes up first? Atticus. Kate isn’t a very good morning person.Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Kate. She loves spoiling him.What is their favorite sleeping position? Cuddled up together.Who hogs the sheets? Kate, big time.Do they set an alarm each night? Of course. Kate needs to fix her sleeping schedule.Can a television be found in their bedroom? Yea, Kate lives for her trashy romcoms.Who has nightmares? Kate.Who has ridiculous dreams? Kate.Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? They both do.Who makes the bed? They do it together.What time is bed time? Before midnight.Any routines/rituals before bed? They unmake the bed and place the fancy pillows that Kate uses to decorate the bed, in a nearby bench.Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Kate.

Work:

Who is the busiest? Kate probably. Being a P.I. means she’s always working.Who rakes in the highest income? Atticus. Working for the government does that.Are any of your muses unemployed? No.Who takes the most sick days? Kate. She loves her job but she hates working.Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Kate only like always.Who sucks up to their boss? No one.What are their jobs? Kate is a P.I. and Atticus works in the CIA. Who stresses the most? Probably Kate.Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Yeah, they love them.Are your muses financially stable? Oh yeah, they have more than enough cash.

Home:

Who does the washing? Kate.Who takes out the trash? Atticus.Who does the ironing? Kate.Who does the cooking? Kate does.Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? They’re both adept cooks.Who is messier? Kate probably.Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Kate forgets to do it so many times.Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Atticus.Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither.Who is the prankster around the house? Kate does.Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Kate.Who mows the lawn? Atticus.Who answers the telephone? It depends.Who does the vacuuming? Atticus. Who does the groceries? Kate.Who takes the longest to shower? Atticus. That bastard.Who spends the most time in the bathroom? If you ask Kate, she says he does. If you ask Atticus, he says she does.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Not at all.How many cars do they own? Two.Do they own their home or do they rent? They own their own home.Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Near the coast.Do they live in the city or in the country? City.Do they enjoy their surroundings? Oh yeah.What’s their song? Shameless covered by Sofia KalbergWhat do they do when they’re away from each other? Constant text convo with  thousand emojis (from Kate).Where did they first meet? Kate’s third cousin’s wedding.How did they first meet? They were both bagging on the bride.Who spends the most money when out shopping? Neither, they’re both pretty good with cash.Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Neither.Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Kate. It’s so rare to see him like that that she enjoys it far too much.Any mental issues? Kate does. She doesn’t know if he does.Who’s terrified of bugs? Kate really hates spiders.Who kills the spiders around the house? Atticus.Their favorite place? The roof where he proposed.Who pays the bills? They split them.Do they have any fears for their future? Nah.Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Atticus.Who uses up all of the hot water? Kate.Who’s the tallest? Atticus.Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Kate.Who wanders around in their underwear? Probably both.Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Kate, but she loves getting him to join in.What do they tease each other about? Her height  and his perfectly crafted hair.Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Neither.Do they have mutual friends? Not really? They kinda do their own thing..Who crushed first? It was Atticus, but Kate fell shortly after.Any alcohol or substance related problems? None.Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Kate, she’s horrible at holding her liquor.Who swears the most? Kate, holy shit can she swear.