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[cloudsontherainbow]

GAY GAY TICKLY KISSES FIGHT ME

[doritofalls]

me me redraws

[ellethespaceunicorn]

The Howling of Claw Creek Forest, Chapter One

Chapter One: Hide and Seek 

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI 

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader 

Word Count: 2.7K 

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true. 

Chapter Summary: After a curfew is set in place, you and your best friend sneak out past the town border for a drunken game of hide and seek. What could go wrong? 

Warnings: drinking, peril, mention of blood 

A/N: A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this.  

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Cover Art by me 

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“C’mon, girl. You need to get out of the house for more than just work and the coffee shop. Look, we’ll even stay in town. Just please don’t make me stay in and watch The Great British Bake Off again. Paul Hollywood’s eyes still haunt my dreams.” Your best friend drapes herself against the couch in a dramatic show of boredom. 

“Liv, you’re the one that agreed to wine and TV. So, what? You wanna hit the bar now?” You guess, sitting on the arm of the couch. 

“Yuck. No way. I was thinking of something much more exciting. But you gotta agree to it before we go. That’s the deal.” She props her head up on her fists, while she lays on her stomach, letting her feet swing in the air back and forth. As innocent as she looks, you knew better. 

But then again, you could always go for a little adventure.  

And that is how you ended up in a clearing in Claw Creek Forest with Olivia, a heart full of optimism, and a six-pack of Jack Daniels Watermelon Punch. By the time you are halfway done with your second bottle, the sounds of the night are almost calming. Crickets are chirping, owls are hooting, and leaves are rustling in the light wind that tickles your neck. 

You’re downing the rest of your drink and looking up into the sky when Liv suddenly stands up with a look that can only mean one thing. She’s got a terrible idea that she thinks is genius. 

You decide to stop her before she even starts, “Girl, whatever idea just popped into your head after two wine coolers is not gonna be as brilliant as you think it is. Just say it so I can turn it down.” You twist off the top of your third bottle and look up at the defeated face of your best friend. 

“Damn, way to try and spoil all the fun. I just wanted to have a chugging contest.” She sits down on the fallen log next to you and grabs the last bottle from the cardboard pack. She twists off the top and you nudge her with your elbow before winking at her. 

You smile at each other before bringing your bottles to your lips. The rush of the bubbly drinks makes you both stop every few sips to breathe and burp a little. But in the end, you finish your bottle first and shoot up off the log to slam down your empty bottle. 

The moment you are upright, the blood rushes to your head and you instantly feel ten times more drunk. A few seconds later, you feel like you even out and you can hear Liv’s laughing as she falls backward off the log and her drink goes flying. You crumple to the ground, laughing your ass off, until she pops up over the log with a small scowl on her face. 

“Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?” She stands up and brushes off her pants before picking up her now empty bottle along with yours. Her little attitude is adorable, but you don’t dare say that. As she walks past you, she doesn’t look at you. 

“Olivia, don’t be like that. Come on, girl. We’re having a good time! I don’t want it to end. Please?” You’re not too proud to beg, and she’s not the only one who can pout charmingly. 

When she turns around, the first thing she does is look at your pout and scoff, “OK, fine. But I’m only staying if we play a game of hide and seek. It’s spooky season, after all. Well, technically, in my head it’s always spooky season, but you get it.”  

“You wanna play hide and seek...in the woods...in the dead of night...drunk?” You hoped there was enough moonlight so that she could see the incredulous look on your face. 

Wiggling her eyebrows, Liv bites her bottom lip and says, “All of those things together are so perfect. We’re drunk. It’s nighttime. Spoo-ooky woods all around. Come on, babe, the kid versions of us would be so proud to say we weren’t too scared to play hide and seek as adults with barely any wits about us.” As soon as she finishes speaking, the cutest little hiccup escapes her, and you can’t help but laugh and shake your head. 

“Fine! But I’m hiding first. Count to 30 so my drunk ass can find a good spot around here. And don’t cheat, Liv!” You direct her to face a tree and cover her eyes so she cannot sneak a peek at where you are going. You also make her count loudly so that she can barely hear your footsteps crunching over the leaves. 

Even drunk, you are surprised you can think of all that. You back up slowly, turning around to run in a full sprint in the opposite direction. When the tree cover blocks out the light of the moon, you slow down and pull out your phone to use the flashlight to light up your way. 

You don’t know if you got very far in 30 seconds or if Liv just stopped counting, but you can’t hear her anymore. You turn off your flashlight so she can’t use that to find you. You tip-toe forward in case she has gotten closer to you. You find a tree with large roots above ground and decide to try and hide in the little alcove it is shaped into. 

But something catches your eye. At first, you think someone is shining a flashlight or something a bit away from you. But flashlights don’t usually blink, do they? But if you can remember correctly, you’ve seen those glowing yellow eyes before.  

And now they were slowly moving toward you. The glow of the moon illuminated dark fur covering pointed ears and a muzzle that only hid its teeth for a moment. As those fangs came into view, a billow of hot breath turned into a smoke cloud in the frigid night air. The sudden huff of the beast made you realize you weren’t moving. You were standing stock-still while an imposing wolf thought about making you into its dinner.  

Turning on a dime, you begin to run further into the forest. Not looking where you were going, you didn’t see the pile of rocks in your path. Your right foot slips, and you fall face-first onto the unyielding ground. You grunt as your head connects with a sharp stone. Your head starts to swim as you try to lift yourself to continue running, another huff directly behind you scares you enough to flip over onto your back.  

Ringing starts in your ears, and you suddenly feel light-headed. You start to hyperventilate as the wolf comes closer. As tunnel vision closes in, you think you hear it whine softly. The last thing you feel is a wet snout against your temple and then nothingness. 

What was once the sensation of cold wetness is replaced by warmth as you start to regain consciousness. You reach a hand up to your forehead and feel a wet cloth being pressed against your temple. When your hand touches what is holding it there, your eyes shoot open, and you try and scuttle away.  

A firm hand grips your shoulder, and you find it hard to move. Turning your head slowly, you first look at the hand that holds you down. Thick fingers clutch your joint tightly, and the connected veiny forearm is covered in a smattering of dark chocolate hair. Even under an old woolen sweater, you can see the outline of a sizable bicep. The broad chest breathing heavily under that sweater triggers the onset of hyperventilation until the hand that was holding your shoulder moves away. 

When a warm palm touches your jaw, your eyes threaten to close. But when a thumb brushes your cheek, you finally lock eyes with...an angel? 

You can’t tell if the dimly lit room you are in is fuzzy or if you have a concussion. But if you were a betting person, your money would be on head trauma. Because there was no way he positioned himself in front of a light to have a slight glow about him. Maybe that just works like that? 

Deep cocoa brown curls are about ear-length on his head, but a few unruly strands are hanging above his slightly raised brow. Concerned aquamarine eyes with a touch of brown in the left iris aren’t enough to hide the growing bags under them. A strong nose sits in the center of his face. And a small, yet inviting, mouth is outlined by a dark beard speckled with a few greys here and there. 

“...best you lie back down.” The stranger speaks and you only catch the last bit of it because you were looking at his pretty face. 

“I...,” You start, your hoarse voice causing you to clear your throat, “I’m sorry, what did you say?” 

“I said, it’s probably best you lie back down. You’ve got quite a lump on your head. If I hadn’t found you when I did, who knows what could have happened?” With one hand grabbing for the warm compress, his other hand guides you back down to lay your head on a soft pillow. 

“Found me? Was there a wolf near me? He was huge and he chased after me and then I slipped and hit my head. And where am I? Where are we right now? Who are you? I need to get back to my friend.” Your words exit your mouth hastily as if you are in a rush to get the hell out of...wherever this is. 

“Try and stay calm. Yes, I found you not far from the trail. I didn’t see a wolf anywhere, though,” He pauses quickly, but picks right back up where he left off, “Ehm, my name is Walter. Walter Marshall. We’re in my cabin, just outside of Claw Creek. I didn’t see your friend anywhere but, as soon as this swelling goes down a bit, I can take you into town.” Walter speaks clearly and smoothly, his voice is dark yet pacifying, but it’s obvious that he doesn’t enjoy talking.  

“I guess I should give you my name,” You rattle off your name, and Walter nods, “I’d like to say it’s nice to meet you, Walter. But considering the circumstances of our meeting, this could have gone a lot differently. Not the way I hoped to end the night.” You laugh, mostly to yourself. 

“I should hope not. When I found you, you were still bleeding a bit. I was able to stitch you up and get you cleaned up. But I’d probably go and see a doctor first thing in the morning.” Walter suggests in a strong tone. 

“Thank you, Walter. I hate to think what would’ve happened to me had you not shown up when you did.” Your bottom lip quivers as you think the worst. 

“Hey. You’re stronger than you think. And the swelling has gone down some. Why don’t we get you back to town where you can get more rest?” Walter pats your shoulder and gets up from the chair he was sitting in. 

Your eyes follow him as he moves about the cabin. You realize that you hadn’t looked around before, so focused on him previously. It’s a nice, cozy place. Full of warm, rich colors and various little knickknacks on shelves. It lacks a woman’s touch, so to speak, what with all the antlers and not enough candles to cover the smell of a man. However, it suits the man who lives here. 

Grabbing a set of keys, Walter comes back to where you lay on the couch in the center of the room. He gently and slowly helps you up and off the soft furniture and guides you to his truck parked outside. He helps you into the passenger side, shutting the door when you’re seated, and walks around the front to get in the driver’s side. Turning the key in the ignition, the truck rumbles to life and you are on your way home. 

You’re rubbing your hands together and shoving them into your coat pockets before Walter gets the hint to turn on the heat. It’s only a couple of minutes before it is warm enough to be comfortable.  

The drive down the tree-lined road is mostly silent, save for the low music playing on the radio. Walter points out where he found you and you almost can’t believe you made it that far on foot when you reach the edge of town. But you were drunkenly competitive, so you had your eyes on the prize. 

Once you make it to town, you pass a curfew checkpoint and Walter supplies the officer with a story about how you two lost track of time while out of town. You thank him for the cover and direct him to stop at Olivia’s house to make sure she got home safely. Of course, you told him it was your place, and that Liv was your roommate. 

As handsome as he was, serial killers come in all shapes and sizes and no way were you giving this man your actual address. You’d apologize to Liv later. 

Once he stopped outside of her house, you went to unbuckle yourself and thank Walter for all his help. Protocol for this type of situation eluded you, so when you went for the door handle, you weren’t expecting his voice to stop you. 

“Do me a favor and be careful from now on. No more late-night drinking in the forest. It can be a dangerous place." His calm smile brings out the most adorable dimples and you resist the urge to poke them. 

“I promise. Scout’s honor. No more drunk forest parties. Thank you again for everything.” You place your hand on his arm and squeeze before exiting the truck and waving as you walk up the pathway to Liv’s house. 

The light on the porch turns on and your best friend rushes out and hugs you tightly, bringing you in from the cold as Walter drives off into the night. Once you are in the warmth of her home, she takes your coat and prepares you a cup of tea. She asks who brought you home and you tell her about your ordeal. 

When she asked if he was cute, you shouldn’t have been surprised but you still giggled bashfully. She also playfully swats you when you mention that you didn’t get his number. But that’s fine because at least you have his name.  

Once she deems you safe enough to be on your own, she drives you the few streets over to your home and has you promise to call her in the morning. You take off your boots at the door, remove your coat, and start to sling it over the back of one of your dining room chairs. As you look closer at your coat, you make a note to take it to the cleaners tomorrow. 

You survey the coat for any damage to the fabric and thankfully it just looks a bit dirty. You begin to wipe it with your hand and notice that it’s not all dirt on the coat. You can’t be sure, but if you had to guess what was on the sleeve and collar of the coat, you would say it was dog hair. 

Coarse, short dark-colored hairs that when you hold them under a lamp look to be an inky brown. You try and stop yourself from jumping to conclusions, but it is almost impossible not to do that very thing. If these truly were what you thought they were, that means that you didn’t hallucinate that giant wolf. He was there with you, and he didn’t eat you. 

You decided to get to the bottom of this. You’d schedule a check-up with your doctor in the morning. And after that, you would go back into the woods.  

In search of the wolf? Possibly. In search of the truth? Definitely. 

There was only one place to start. At Walter Marshall’s front door. 

To be continued... 

A/N: Walter is finally in the story!! Yay. I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

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[veryblushyswitch]

THIS IS SO FUCKING ADORABLE 💖💖💖

okay here is a drawing I have done with Ler stripe and Lee Tweek which is what I think anon meant.

the green text might be a little hard to read sorry abt that ><

i hope u guys like it ahhhh btw more creek is on the way !!!

[mothduchess]

Kitsune HRT Part 4

Do you remember school?

Do you remember how time could itch as it crawled along at its tortuous pace? Even when things sped along it felt like it was ripping you up with it. The change was so slow, so monotonous, that you wouldn't realize that an hour had passed and that things have changed until the bell rang your skull. That's exactly what HRT is like. It's not a potion. Gods, I think everyone whose ever laid their eyes on these wretched bottles of joy wished they were, but no - HRT takes time, even when the acronym stands for something different. I was worried it'd end up like estrogen where progress was minimal and slow. While I was on the trail finally, I had to make sure the hike itself didn't exhaust my will to continue. But until now, my journal was clogged with no change except a growing frustration. It was morning once again as light dripped from the growing hole in the blinds, soaking the floor in a pale gold. I rose from the bed as the sheets fell down and looked. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing there. Noth- What was that? That, that right there! I rubbed my legs together and looked down, peering at my feet. Growing like moss I witnessed black fur cropping up from my skin. It wasn't like the hair that grew on my body during my first puberty years ago. It was softer and of a different texture, dark as pitch. As my fingers explored my lower extremities, I felt something beneath the skin as different. Near imperceptibly, but it was different nonetheless; digits felt shorter, closed; the nails were ever so harder and darker; the heel even felt like it was further from the ball of the foot. I took to the floor. Instantly I recognized the shift in gait and posture as my weight felt over my toes and lifting my heels ever so slightly up into the air. Right. Left. There was a noted bounce in each stride, more so than when I had done such a gait weeks prior - it'd cause my feet to ache and groan despite all the joy it provoked. I lurched towards my mirror. My arms lashed out in desperation, narrowly anchoring me in place before my head cracked upon my art desk. "Stupid wires... gotta get used to this balance." I tore my gaze from my feet and gasped - more than they had changed. It wasn't extreme. To call it a fur coat was an insult, but to call it mine was a pleasure. FUR. More than just the black fur upon the shifting feet, I saw reds and whites play across my skin. I ran my fingers across the colorful patches; it was hard to not become enraptured by how the light danced between each tuft of fur as a snake might slither through grass. It tickled my finger tips, snuck under my nails before flicking out and shifted when I leaned closer to the cracked open finger. My grin likely was swallowing my eyes. But it couldn't last - most of the fur vanished as I put on a shirt, obscuring the subtle wonder underneath cloth. The snow of melancholy fell quietly upon my mind before quickly melting into quiet creeks. No. I couldn't let the sadness grip me. "Remember Jen. It's all baby steps." The old leather chair cried out as I fell into its embrace before my computer, sliding on up. On autopilot my fingers worked their way around pill bottles to line up the morning dose. "I wonder if humanity replacement HRT is better as shots than pills..." The thoughts dissolved as the pills that spawned them did the same beneath the tongue. With a few simple keystrokes, I was online. The chatrooms and servers coated the screen, a comfortable patchwork quilt of all the friends and family I'd met over the years. But a slowness entered my fingers, lingered upon my tongue. My gaze wilted, falling to my feet.

The internet is truly excellent. It can bring so many people together, near effortlessly. From different walks and different worlds, I had met people who supported me. Who had been there for me. Their words had always been kind, their presence welcomed. But that didn't stop the cursor from quietly trudging across the screen and opening up a playlist. "They're not *here*," I reminded myself. I looked around my room; it called forth an image of a white box with far too few holes that it should have, in its sides. "I'll see them later. Just, a bit of relaxing first." I pressed play, sending my mind into itself. My eyes fell shut, the walls began to recede, and a new world took its place.

White sand gave way beneath her paws as she marked a path along the empty shore; emerald waves crawled with the tides as violet ships calmly bobbed off on the curving horizon, a red sun hanging high and far. Her tails drifted behind her with the silent wind. A parasol politely curled and twisted within her dainty grasp. Soft music drifted in from places unknown, filling the beach with serene strings and soaring melodies. One of the boats swung by, colored blue and gold with sails made of light and great wheels of fog that pushed it along. Atop the boat, whimsically dressed creatures waved back. Their features were smooth and simple, yet soft and pleasing. A hyena and a bear, a wolf and a pigeon, an owl and a rat. It was romantic. It was peaceful. Or it would, were it not for the shipwrecks. Scattered. Marred. Half-buried by the preadolescent sands. Old ships and forgotten hulls jutted from the nearby waters, bleached browns and gnarled blacks from relationships past. The kitsune looked at them, pain pulling down her smile. She kicked a crest of sand, trying to cover up the names of the ships. There weren't many, and yet they called to her with the strength of thunder, cried like the rain! A storm begun to roll in from above the viridian sea. She stepped back. Roses sprouted from her pawprints only to wither in the presence of the long dead boats. She shook her head, no no no. She turned to leave as the storm was clawing its way across the sky, no no no. She looked to the woods NO NO NO-!

My eyes snapped open. Lips parted in a spiraling crack as a nervous laughter slipped out, first quietly, before breaking its restraints and flying free from my throat. Every now and then a note would squeak more than holler, yet it still was rather human all-together. Slowly, I felt my composition return to me. Fretful fingers dragged at my elbows. I rolled the ugly truth around my mouth for a while, before looking out the window. Finally, a sigh left me. "You need to go out more, Jen." Kitsune HRT: 1 Moth Month -FUCK FUCK FUCK -FUUUUURRRRRRRRR!!!! -(Also paws???!!!??) -My balance is all kinds of weird right now. I cannot wait till those tails come in. Oooooh shoes might be a nightmare. -Anxiety is still a bitch. I wonder if the fox chemicals will help? -Though if my luck is anything, that one shift down the line will make me spiral. -P.S. Get pet shampoo

------------------------------------------------------------------- <PREV FIRST NEXT> A side path....? (Warning: horror elements) WOO! This one, while a bit shorter, is finally done! I hope yall are enjoying the more mental aspects of all this. I promise, we'll get to the juicy species changing stuff soon. Just trying to figure out how to fill out the roster, haha.

[growing-up-crumplebottom]

Episode 3: Double Trouble

Agnes and Violet paid a visit to Goth Manor so Violet could meet her distant relatives over a spot of Sunday lunch. Agatha was also invited so it was a real family reunion. Violet felt uncomfortable and on show, thinking that she wasn’t living up to Agnes’ strict expectations on how she should behave.

However her anxiety was allayed by the kindness of Alexander and the two became firm friends. They spent the afternoon together, chatting and getting the know the new foal (Phoenix) that the Goth’s had inexplicably adopted.

Meanwhile, Trina Tickle took Teddy out on a date to tell him her news…

Teddy was overjoyed at the news, so Trina kept her reservations about the pregnancy to herself.

The next day, Agnes’ new tenants the Black twins moved into no 3 Crumplebottom Villas. The pair were looking for an apartment near to the art gallery Jaques Villarreal had set them up to run, called The Artful Dodger.

On the first day at their new business, it was clear to Tristan just how the business worked: Jacques was flogging fakes for huge prices. Leon however seemed clueless to this fact. Tristan was delighted by the amount of takings they made on their first day. Soon we’ll find somewhere much nicer than crummy Crumplebottom Villas and won’t need to put up with that nagging old bat of a landlady, he thought.

At the close of business, Jaques took Tristan to one side and confided a secret to him… he thought his wife was gone… he thought he had hired someone to dispose of that ‘problem’. But there were rumours she had been sighted around Windenburg. Could Tristan do what he could to track her down?

Jacques showed Tristan the picture of his wife Dolores:

Jacques: Whatever you do, find her before she gets to my children!

Back in Willow Creek Medical Centre, Trina and Teddy attended their routine ultrasound, where they discovered that Trina was expecting twin boys!

Trina sunk her head in despair… how would she ever get started on the career she dreamed of now? How would they cope as a 4?

[veryblushyswitch]

@tickly-killer you amazing artist- this is also precious 💖💖💖💖💖

GUYS @tickly-killer DID IT AGAIN!! THIS TIME THEY MADE AN INCREDIBLE T-SCENE FROM THE SAME CREEK FIC ITS AMAZING

THE DETAIL AND THE EXPRESSIONS ARE MY FAVORITE THANK YOU SO MUCH TICKLY YOUVE BLESSED ME

ITS SO ADORABLE AND FLUFFY IM CRYING MYSELF TO SLEEP

[torra-and-the-toons]

Welcome to my Cartoon Blog!

Torra | she/her | 1992 | Autistic | Fan Artist & Author 

Hello! If you’re reading this it means you’ve found my blog! Just a few things before we get started that you should know about me and what I do here. 

I post about whatever cartoon is tickling my brain at the moment, and I flit between hyperfixations like I’m playing duck-duck-goose. Ed Edd n Eddy is the only fandom I have major projects in, but I partake in a lot of other fandoms too. So just know, if you follow me for one fandom, it’s bound to change.

I ramble a lot. I tend to voice my thoughts out loud randomly into the void that is tumblr just because I like to talk to whoever may be listening. If that’s not your thing, you may want to block the #torra rambles tag! Don’t worry, it won’t hurt my feelings. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea and I want to do my best to make this blog enjoyable for all kinds of people.

My askbox is open, but I no longer take requests or answer head-canon related questions, but I’m happy to say hi. No Anons anymore, sorry.

If you’re just here for my art, I suggest looking for #torrasart. For any art I posted before February of 2024, I used #my art, #my doodles just FYI, but mass post editor was too confusing to change it, so I left it as is.

I try to be generally sfw, but I might still post/reblog suggestive text posts occasionally, tagged #suggestive, so minors beware... 

I don’t want to have to block anybody but I will if I have to... 

Please keep in mind that I have a full-time job that takes up a majority of my time and energy, but in spite of that I’m working as hard as I can to bring these projects to life. I also have pretty bad ADHD, which effects my ability to stay focused, but I’m trying. All I ask is for your patience and understanding. 💖

Ed Edd n Eddy Stuff

At the moment I have a few serious projects that I’m working on: My fan-comic, “In the Ed,” my fanfiction, “In the Sky of a Million Stars” and my most recent venture is just my unnamed Torra AU where I unleash my weird furry self-insert/OC into the cul-de-sac like a lunatic because I can’t make normal human OC’s.

IN THE ED

Horror AU, Supernatural Themes, Trigger Warning for blood and possible gore, Content Warning for language and violence.

"Nobody knew it existed. In fact this was the first time anyone had set eyes upon this hilltop manor for quite some time..." Four years after the events of the Big Picture Show, the Eds and friends find themselves in a brand new, death-defying adventure that's sure to shift the genres.

tags: #in the ed comic, #wip shot, #in the ed refs

This fan-comic is also on Ao3 for slightly easier readability! 

Introduction Page! 

CHAPTER 1: Peach Creek Manor

[1-5] [6-10] [11-15] [16-20] [21-25 (coming soon)]

IN THE SKY OF A MILLION STARS

Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Trigger Warning for Suicide Attempts, Content Warning for language and blood

Eddy has always been a man of many fears, but above all else, his greatest fear has always been the inevitability of growing up. Now, with adulthood staring him in the face, he just can’t take it. Why couldn’t things have stayed the way they were? AU where the BPS never happened, and Eddy struggles with the changes happening around and within him. Loosely based on the song "One More Light," by Linkin Park.

tags: #a million stars fic, #a million stars art

Follow it on Ao3 to get the latest updates!

Torra AU [not official name, and no banner image yet]

Comedy, OC, Content warning for language but overall trigger-safe, I think. Unless you have a fear of tigers

tags: #torra oc, #torra au, #torra and the eds

The Isaac Saga [no banner yet]

Comedy with some hurt/comfort themes. 

A collection of comics and drawings about the cat I made for Double Dee named Isaac. 

tags: #isaac the cat, #small things with great ed

Small Things with Great Ed Part 1

[pages 1-5] [6-10] [11-15]

[because-she-goes]

modern art

warnings: Swearing, matty being a horny little shit, bdsm for like half a second, temp play if you squint. Enjoy!

The wooden chair creeks beneath him as he shifts in the seat. Perfectly comfortable, but wanting her to have the best angle possible.

“Stop moving, Handsome. Don’t make me tie you to that chair!” She threatens with a mischievous twinkle in her cocoa eyes.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, love!” He chirps from his position.

The pair sat across from each other, sketchpad in her lap and a pile of various charcoals set up next to her on the kitchen table. Taking a minute to assess her progress, she bites her lip. He looks like he is made of marble in front of her, arm muscles flexing a bit as he leans lazily onto an elbow. Hair cascading in front of his eyes like a waterfall. Her thighs squeeze together when she realizes his mouth is now hung open in a yawn. She could stare at him forever.

Her eyes settle back to the sketchbook and she resumes drawing his frame. Perfectly slender, but still muscular and built. Not too bulky like her ex-boyfriend who would suffocate her when they cuddled, but Matty isn’t brittle enough to break - that they’ve already test numerous times in their expeditions w/ assorted ropes and handcuffs in their “fun box” as Matty called it one night when he was feeling particularly dominant.

The charcoal now adding shades and depth to the drawing, adding shadow to the dark bags under his eyes, texture to the curls in his hair and tone to his chest and legs.

“Darling, this is getting a bit boring just sitting here. Are you nearly done?” He questions daringly.

“Almost there, my love. Just a few more final touches.” She reassures him.

Adding some last final swooshes and signing her name on the bottom corner, she holds the sketchpad up to him.

Giving it a glance, he falls to his knees before her. “Absolutely beautiful, darling. I swear you are better than Picasso could ever hope to be.” He ridiculously praises.

Her heart grows three sizes at the affirmation, eyes becomes oceans, she smiles sweetly at her beloved. “Thank you, my dear. Sometimes you give me more credit than I am due.” She nervously states, picking a cuticle. “But, I promised you a reward for being such a patient model, so I’ll go grab the supplies for it.” She kisses him softly on the cheek, taking his chin between her fingers.

She bolts to her studio, grabbing the bright washable paint she keeps for times like these, some brushes of different sizes, a dirty sheet and a pair of her comfiest sweatpants and beautiful lacy bralette.

Pulling everything off and on as she runs back to him, excitedly.

She throws the sheet on the kitchen table, placing the brushes and paints besides it and launches herself onto the kitchen table. “Well, here is your reward darling, I know you love painting so I figured why not paint on your favorite canvas!” She reveals in delight, watching his eyes grow dark and lusftul at the proposition.

“Oh this is the best day ever.” He states darkly, practically licking his teeth waiting to devour her.

He swift grabs the widest brush and delicately dips it into the red paint, swiping it across her abdomen. It tickles her stomach and the muscles below tense, she shivers. His eyes now wildfires as he stares.

He resumes his artwork, quietly muttering to himself how pretty she looks under him, squirming. She feels a heat growing between her thighs.

Dipping into the red again, he slowly drags the brush across her chest, down her sternum, past her belly button and stops right at the waistband of her sweatpants. Her thighs squeeze, heat continues building.

“Matty, enough with the teasing” She whispers desperately.

“Oh Sweet, You are gonna be screaming for me to stop before I do that.” He answers darkly.

Now dipping his skilled fingers into her waistband, squeezing her soft hips, he pulls the sweatpants down and his heart stops.

Before him, he sees Nora in the prettiest set of lingerie he has ever seen. Belt, garters, thong, the whole nine.

She smirks at him wickedly… “Cat got your tongue, handsome?”

“You…are going to be the death of me, woman.” He says breathily, heart beating so loud he hears it in his ears. Lust filling his every thought. Her filling his every desire. He could not imagine a more perfect woman for him.

And into the night, they go.

[rose-grimm-spirit-does-dumb-shit]

I can't spell Pigeon Anyways day 4, The Walking Dead: The Ride from Thorpe Park Resort!

Like usual with my Coastobers, this design is currently OTA! You can offer art, designs, or money {min £10/USD equivalent} and whichever tickles my fancy gets this dirty bird!

THE LINEUP

Day 1 - X-Press: Platform 13 Day 2 - Spinball Whizzer Day 3 - Baron 1898 Day 4 - The Walking Dead: The Ride Day 5 - Creek Freak Massacre Day 6 - Hyperia {Project Exodus} Day 7 - The Dragon Day 8 - The Wickerman Day 9 - Mr Monkey's Banana Ride Day 10 - Mamba Day 11 - Valravn Day 12 - Maximus Day 13 - Th13teen Day 14 - Kondaa Day 15 - Luna

More Coming Soon...

[veryblushyswitch]

They’re so precious 💖💖💖

OMG,YOUR ARTS SO CUTE! I LOVE IT SO MUCH! PLEASE LEE! CRAIG💗💗💗

yess ofc <3333

here’s some Lee Craig I hope u likeee

i struggled with tweeks hair a bit 😣

[thekinkyleopard]

Camping Anyone?

Group Snz Contagion

A Non-Canon Group Fic of all the OCs!

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

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Contagion, Snzfet & Self pleasure

Author’s Notes: Welp. Here we are. How did we get here? Don’t ask me, pal. I’m mentally ill.

@aller-geez Owns *clears throat* Remi, Meeko, Draeko and Kanai as well as the art!

Description: The gang goes Camping! Remi has a cold..what shall become of them all?

Color Key

Remi

Levi

Meeko

Connie

Alistar

Biziil

Kanai

Draeko

“CAMPING?! WITH THE GANG?! Who’s /the gang/? Me and you right? Cause I know you don’t mean…” the wolf’s emerald eyes already glowing with pained anxiety, his hands shook as he dared to face his completely calm, but braced partner.

“I mean, Drae, Kanai, our sisters, their boyfriend, and…” suddenly cut off by a voice of sheer panic..

“NO…” Remi felt like he was going to puke, there was no way they could allow that guy to keep hanging out with them. He was a piece of garbage, he hated him more than he hated Drae, which is a lot.

“Look…I’m not really his biggest fan either bu-…” still unable to finish even half of a thought before being interrupted.

“NO!” The man shouted with dread. This isn’t happening, absolutely not. He would never allow it.

“He goes wherever Kanai and Connie go! I can’t help it Remi! He has to come…” feeling exasperated now that he has to fight the man on this, but he really couldn't have expected this to go smoothly in the first place. Getting Remi to do anything with more than just him, was like pulling teeth. Even hanging out with just the girls, he always found a way to be a grump about it.

“If Alistar goes IM NOT GOING, end of story,” the man crossed his arms with fury, turning his back to face his mate. The leopard sighed rolling his eyes.

“Yeah?” He asked cocking a hip, that he decorated with one impatiently tapping hand.

“Fact. No lies. All truth. Not going. Not doing it. Hate it. You can not make me,” Eyes shut stubbornly tight as his head was lifted in a defiant manner.

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Two weeks later

Levi stepped out of their bus and looked around at the open woods they had settled in, with a bright smile on his face. It was Remi and Levi in their converted bus, while, at Remi’s specific request, Levi rented a huge RV for the rest of the gang to share. No one was apparently welcome to share with them, logistically it didn’t make any sense to anyway. Remi kept himself cooped up in the safety of his own space he and his mate shared. He was starting to feel like he was coming down with something…it was just sitting there at the base of his throat, a familiar tickle he knew all too well forming in the bridge of his nose. However, he was doing his best to suck it up, he knew this was important to Levi. To have community, and memories.

Biziil hopped out of the said RV and took in the fresh air arms out to the sky as he smiled up at the sunshine that dawned upon his tan and delicate face. “Beautiful,” he said with a Husky tone, not before long, two giggling ladies came grabbing onto each arm, dangling off the 6’6 Man, as if he were a tree. The bear chuckled playfully, holding each Meeko and Connie up with ease, swinging them back and forth.

“Do you think, we can go to the water first, bear? Bunny and I really want to dip our toes in the creek!” Meeko swung her legs about as he lifted them higher off the ground, before he gently set them back down nodding tenderly. “Absolutely, but Levi did have a huddle for us, so let’s wait for the others,” he spoke confidently but with a considerate tone. The girls both agreed hoping off their boyfriend to gather around the unlit, already placed fire pit of the campgrounds.

Shortly after a loud crash and thud were heard echoing from the RV as a loud cackling demon can stomping out of it. “Ahhhh, Yes! A camping trip with all of my favorite torture subj-….friendsssss….” He hissed the last letter of the word, blood red eyes scanning his surroundings. Biziil rolled lilac orbs and crossed his strong arms over his chest. “Any funny business, and I’ll bring Remi out here,” narrowing his eyes, as the other immediately looked panic stricken.

“Hey now, whoa, there’s no need to be hostile, Zeel, my friend, my buddy, my pal,” lifting his blackened palms up in a defensive manner, he slid a sly tongue over his front teeth looking to the side. “I just…Plan to have fun..on this excursion, that’s all…no need to call in the mean scary wolf,” chuckling sheepishly as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Draeko..what is fun?” A navy haired man asked the shorter, brightly colored mate of his as they too exited the large RV. The dual-color eyed man looked up at his confused hellish boyfriend and then furrowed his brows.

“How do I explain…hmm…Oh! You know like…when we went on the Ferris wheel together, the one that rocked?” The shaggy haired younger recalled to his partner.

“Yes…” his tone flat, a lack of emotion that was obviously present within his dead eyes. Drae smiled happily bouncing up and down.

“That! That’s fun!” Kanai scratched the back of his head once, before clapping his hands together.

“So, Alistar plans to take us on the Ferris wheel?” His eyes curled up with pride as they squeezed shut, with the smallest hint of a smile. Draeko hummed lightly, eyebrows furrowed and he scratched his chin between his index and thumb.

“Uh-…well…” the plaid boy started before Alistar suddenly appearing behind Kanai, blacked out hands a top strong hound shoulders.

“That’s right my dear friend! A metaphorical Ferris wheel! We’ll ride this moment of opportunity to the top! You’ll see!” Pointing his index out to the sky ahead of them. Just as Kanai was about to interject with yet another question, Levi came stepping out into the circle of mixed creatures.

“Alright, I have no idea what you’re talking about, Al, but stop…once Remi gets out here, we can game plan! No mischief!” Levi spoke pointing an accusing finger towards the demon who gave the leopard a wink and a kissy face. “I’m serious! I’m not afraid to give Remi the green light,” doubling down, shoving his finger further in the red head’s direction. Alistar shook his head fiercely back and forth.

“No, no, let’s not do that now…” he chuckled nervously looking both back and forth, as well as behind his shoulders to make sure, said wolf wasn’t around currently. “Truly, I can’t afford another visit to hell right now…” he hissed between sly, shut teeth.

“Alright then, BEHAVE…” narrowing his cerulean eyes tightly at the other before he clapped his hands together. “Alright! Speaking of! Remi feels a bit icky today, he said it should be fine, no big deal but I figured! We could start setting up tables for like…a kitchen area?” Biziil immediately nodding and springing into action, Levi giggling. “Wait wait! Do we set up, make food then all of us play cards against humanity in the RV? I figured we would wait for Remi but...he could help us game plan the exploration part I guess...”

Biziil, the girls and Draeko all nodded, clearly paying attention. "I agree, let us take care of setting up, so brother can have some time to gather himself," Meeko spoke with reassurance towards the busy leopard. They all seemed to be invested in this as a group effort. However, Alistar was already digging through the RV storage units to find the alcohol. Scoring on a bottle of ever clear he stuffed in before they left. Kanai was too busy studying a nearby snake that had slithered through the campsite. The leopard blinked once, then twice, shaking his head. ‘Fine, three men down isn’t really a problem..Biz makes up for their lost weight anyway..’ he sighed once over and returned to the few that were paying attention.

“Bizzy…my sweet amazing brother…?” Looking sheepishly at the large man, who was already prepared for the load to be dumped on him as usual.

“Say no more, Don’t worry,” nodding with determination, he, and with the help of the girls and Drae, got down to business, the glampsite being set up in no time.

Whilst the gang worked tirelessly to pick up where those of them slacked, Levi’s slender legs carried him over to the converted bus. Stepping inside to be met with his boyfriend, struggling to get out of bed. “Uhhh..ehhh..” he grumbled snuffling softly with his mouth open. “I dod’t thigk I cad go out…” sitting on the side of the bed, feet on the floor, as if he had tried to get out of bed earlier, but never got past this point.

“You have to! It’ll be okay, you’re resilient, member? Nothing gets Remington Connors out of commission!” Levi grabbed the wolf by his wrists and helped hoist him up to his feet now. Lazily standing, but still able to keep his balance he shook his head slowly then quickly, trying to gain his composure.

“Alright fide, you’re right, I wod’t let this keep be frob speddigg tibe with you..” feeling more confident in himself with the mini pep talk from his mate. They both stumbled out of the bus and joined the others in a night of festivities. Remington being ever so present, slinging his germs about every card, cup, pen, plate and handshake.

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Day 5 of a “14”day trip

Levi and Remi sniffled and shuffled as they dragged their feet over to the giant RV. It was hopeless. Whatever virus Remi had brought with him on their trip, had ransacked almost the whole group. It was up to the leopard to call it in early. The whole crew stuffed up inside the RV, Levi and Remi both entered now, practically using each other for strength to stand. Upon entering the traveling domicile, you could hear a symphony of sniffles, coughs, and stifles happening all around, and then, there was Alistar. Sitting on the edge of Kanai and Drae’s pull out bed, he barely fit, but he made himself comfortable regardless. He was calmly, surprisingly, playing temple run on his phone. “Why is this simulation so absolutely addictive? Humans are stupid..creating such a mindless distraction…Pft,” mocking the very thing he was getting lost in. Remi stepped in last behind Levi, accidentally slamming the door shut, hard. Too hard. A loud CLINK was heard from the door, neither paying any mind to it. Levi shook his head to clear his thoughts..he could see to his left down the RV “hall” Biz laying there, mouth wide open, lilac eyes filled with water, in the middle of the bed with each girl on his side, noses full of tissues, faces dusted pink.

“Guys…I thigk we should cagcel the rest of thid trip add go hobe..Rebi got us all sick…” the leopard’s nose completely plugged, trying his best to elevate his voice so everyone could hear him. Alistar looked up and frowned visibly.

“What do you mean? It’ll be fine just, sleep it off, give it a day and you will all be up and at it again,” Clearly, Al was not going to let them end the trip prematurely without a fight, even if it was for concerning health reasons.

“I do dot dow how you guys deal wif dis…is dis dyigg?” Kanai grumbled in a flat suffering voice as he was laying on his back, staring straight up at the ceiling of the space, nose running as he just keeps dabbing at it with his sleeve. Al snickered as he heard the sound of his best friend’s stuffed up voice. He said nothing, however, just looked over at the stressed leopard that continued to fight his internal need to let it all out.

Levi groaned as he leaned himself against the tired wolf, who leaned against the wall…eyes fighting to stay open. It was dark within the confines of the space, all curtains drawn in, lights turned off, just a thin stream of light from a crack. “Look, Alistar, clearly you cad’t relate to gettigg sick but everyode else cad, the trip is over. Pack it id guys..” he shook his head back and forth to try and relieve himself of the horrible congestion within his face. Al frowned, shoving his focus back into his mindless little game to avoid any conflict with the raven haired man a few feet from him. The wolf may be sick, but he wasn’t going to test him any.

“Fine, weenies…” he mumbled with dissatisfaction. Everyone groaned in unison, Drae wafting his hand about the cabin. "Weenies? Whab doed he meab, Drae? I donb wanb a hobdob righd dow" the hell hound asked curiously, and was met with a small index finger against his thin pierced lips. "I'll explain, later ok? Brain hurts....No hotdogs...it's fine" brows knitting together in discomfort. Kanai nodded understandingly and gently, without much thought, placed a tender kiss on his sweaty forehead.

“Okay, go go, there’s too many people in here…I can’t think..it’s going to make me..heh…ihhh..” the usually brightly colored male, suddenly dull as he lay beside Kanai, leg sprawled overtop the hell hound, stifling the incoming storm. “Hh’Gnxt~” so soft, it mostly came from out his nose as he had tried his best to contain it. The red headed demon beside them, blushed brightly across his skin, feeling a tremor go down it. Gaze still deeply lost in his phone as he tried to ignore the feeling of arousal threatening to resurrect itself.

“You’re right, we cad’t have all these bodies id here…We’ll head out…Al, you drive theb all back…” the leopard instructed with his adorable snuffy voice, but which the flustered demon could only grumble in response. As the cat went to turn and open the RV door…he realized quickly, it wouldn’t budge. “Oh do…” he suddenly went pale, shaking the knob, trying desperately to open the clearly stuck door.

“It’s alright babe…I’ll get it," Remi yawned a bit before gripping hold of the knob as Levi released it. Using his full strength, he tried pushing it open again, a soft crack could be heard from the internals.

“Stop! You’ll break the door.. I dod’t wadda pay for the repairs!” The leopard suddenly panicked and grabbed the man’s arm to cease his movements.

“Well how do we get out if we don’t break it down??” the wolf said sounding more than slightly irritated, but still trying to keep his cool in result of who exactly he was talking to. Levi swiftly looking around in a state of panic, unable to answer before they both heard Draeko fighting for air.

“Oh god…” Drae’s mouth hitched open before he.. “Heh’kissh!” Into Kanai’s clothed chest leaving behind small wet marks, whom only looked down at the mess and then back up to stare at the ceiling, fighting off his own urges. His chest hiking, and stuttering, eyes squinting and leaking.

“Hah.. H’sSsHu!” There went Kanai, unable to keep it back, still trying to adjust to these foreign feelings. “Why…doeb my node hurd do bad?” he questioned, strained, as he followed with a long grunt, turning onto his side and grabbing Drae in a full grasp, shoving him into his chest.

Alistar, felt a bead of sweat drip down the side of his temple as he did his best to tune out the two losing their cool. Sniffling from the back of the RV got more intense before long you could hear Meeko, loudly inhale, but it was stammered. Like “h-HhHh..!” And then a “khH'HIISSHHh'uh!” Biziil looking down he noticed she had straight sneezed out her tissues, it was fine. Biz reached over to the headboard, grabbed a fresh tissue and started to gently dab at her leaking nose.

“Bless you, darling,” he said reassuringly, not before long a another sneeze echoed the small chamber where they lay. A much quieter one from Connie “H’Kkissh ~” Bizzy furrowed his brows and reached his other hand for yet another tissue. Doing the same he had done for Meeks, he gently cleaned up the younger girl’s face. “My goodness..my poor princesses,” his voice full of worry as he held them closer to him, kissing each on the the top of their heads, before nuzzling into Connie’s soft white and black hair. With a gentle whimper, Meeko reached over to hold Connie’s free hand, the girls looking sympathetically at each other from across their boyfriend.

Alistar’s head had shot to the back, the first second Meeko sneezed, the loudness, the sheer abruptness of it. His body felt hot. Remi and Levi slid onto the floor, sitting there defeated. The demon man looking around at everyone, he realized…this was going to boil up to a huge problem here if he didn’t do something. However, did he really want to? Was this not…entertainment? Was this not a complete and total jackpot? The red head bit his lower lip slyly as his eyes scanned everyone on their last legs.

“Don’t worry, I’ll call for help…” he lied as he rummaged through his phone and chose a random machine automated number. He had many, using it often for his pranks on humans. Turning his volume down just enough to hear it himself, but for no one else to know. He continued on a fake conversation, to absolutely no one. “Yeaahhh Man…door is completely jammed shut. Got a vehicle full of sick people, we are going to need some SERIOUS assistance,” trying to withhold the cackle that threatened to surface, he kept his face completely neutral, as to not tip anyone off. Not that any of them were paying close enough attention, trying to starve off their symptoms.

“Hh’Etshu!” Levi blew into the side of his sweater, leaning into Remi now, as the wolf snaked an arm around his waist. “Bless you…” said the flushed man to his smaller counterpart, pretending to himself like that wasn’t the cutest thing he’d seen all day, while Levi caught his breath. The leopard using the edge of his sleeve to wipe off any wetness.

“3 hours? Oh man…I don’t know..” the white haired man looked up at the demon with panic in his ocean eyes, 3 hours?! “Yeah…well…I get it, it’s the best you can do,” Al sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose for affect. Eventually, he ended “the call” and shrugged, shaking his head back and forth. “Sorry guys, help will be here at some point I guess,” trying to sound convincingly disappointed, as all he had to do now, was sit back and enjoy the show.

Remi growled deep within his throat and shook his head sharply back and forth. “I serioubly doubt thed bo obe elde we can cabb,” the wolf challenged, before Alistar let out an aggravated exhale through his pierced nose, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

“Well, you want me to call the police? Fire department? What Mr Wolf man, what is your suggestion?” His words cut with serious attitude. The sickly man squinted, glowing green eyes stared him down.

“I’be hab jubt about enoubh ob yo-h-HIh’iitschuu!” Interrupted by an unstoppable force within his chest cavity, Levi quickly brought his opposite sleeve over to clean up his boyfriend’s swollen face. “Banks..baby…” he mumbled, his ego thrown off by the embarrassing outburst. Relishing in it, Alistar rolled his eyes closed and inhaled deeply. Oh yeah…that’s the stuff. He didn’t care the source, as long as he could keep hearing that sweet magical sound. "Gubs, fighting idnt goinb to helb ud," Levi said with a clear frustration to his stuffed up words, looking sharply between the two of them.

“Hhuh’EssHu! Nooooo…stooooobbb..” Kanai moaned begrudgingly burying and sniffling his face within the crook of Drae’s sweaty neck. “Oh baby…” the hybrid whimpered, petting the navy hairs with compassionate consideration. Alistar wiggled his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders "I guess, we're stuck here, and just have to wait for the assistance to arrive....but until then..." suddenly cut off midsentence "Hh'esSH!" Kanai's body convulsed into his mate.

The Anti-Christ shuddered once more “Absolutely delectable, K, give me another? Just one more morsel? You know they’re my favorite…” the red haired demon had quickly turned on his feet and brought himself over to the two. Completely distracted from the conversation before. He leaned closer into the pile that made up his best friend and the smaller dog. Draeko turned to look at the glowing eyed cretin and smacked him away. “Shoo! Habe you bo dedendy ?” Bringing himself back to his own bubble of personal space, he stood up straight, Alistar then shrugged with a devilish grin.

“I am an Anti-Christ, I don’t know why you think I would,” snickering at his overtly predictable and overused excuse.

“Typical,” rolling his duo colored eyes before burying himself back into the messy hell hound beside him. Fine, he'd see what else there was to offer, tip toeing his way to the hall, Alistar listened into the thruple that struggled to keep their breathing at a calming decibel. The strain in their throats, the hitch in their breaths…Al licked his lips out of anticipation as he leered in.

“Kh’CHIEW!” Went the little dog, Connie squeezing her girlfriend’s hand in support, before she too “Hih’cHiew~” sneezed into her free hand, the difference between the two, night and day. One loud, one soft, it sent shivers up the red head’s spine. He slid a blackened hand down the front of his clothed chest as he consumed each sound to its fullest decibel. It was far too good to have this much power.

“HIH! K’NgxT!” Biziil stifled, trying to hold it in as to avoid spraying in between, or even on one of his precious ladies.

“Ohhh Zeel~ Don’t hold them back! You know, your eyes could pop out doing that, tsk tsk, very dangerous...Dont be shy..” the demon’s orbs glowed brighter as he zeroed in on the tall Inuit man. Watering lilac eyes narrowed, brows knitted together as he opened his mouth to tell the demon to leave them be…but he couldn’t hold back the feeling that he’d been fighting this whole time, that was finally free. “Huh'AEESHUHh!” Gripping hold of his lower lip between two rows of teeth, Alistar’s body trembled with lust. As the defeated bear sniffled and snuffed, tears streaming down tan cheeks. "khH'HIISshU!" Meeko sneezed loudly once again, curling his toes, Alistar was certain hers was his favorite. So unhinged, audible, proud, they felt naughtier the louder they were.

“That’s the ticket…” his body shuddered, before he slowly turned, hopping his way through to the front of the bus once again, checking in on the rest of the suffering crew. He couldn’t help to notice, what an opportunity he had. Pulling his phone out he figured, these were memories…precious…sweet…delicious memories…he would be damned, (again)…if he didn’t capture it! Alistar hit record on the video function of his phone, in order to maintain forever evidence, of this, delicious moment.

Kanai and Drae, still huddled up together, face to face now on their sides, gripping each other’s hands tightly as they took turns, sneezing into the cluster of held appendages. “ih'tsh! 'TSCH...'sSHIEW!” The tiny kitten like sneezes sprayed past entangled fingers, not long before, Kanai sniffled loudly and “h-H…Hhuh’EssHu!” The two were going back and forth, Draeko apologizing every third, their sensitive noses rose colored, heaving together in unison, the hybrid with sort of a high pitched wheeze.

“What an absolutely precious picture…I could just…bust…honestly I could, good stuff friends…I’m gonna appreciate that later…” he chef kissed the air turning the camera now towards the source of all the madness. Remi and Levi, pathetically clung together in a heap on the floor, slumped against the wall by the door that refused to let any of them free, the wolf looked up, with clear annoyance.

“Get thad thinb oub ob my fade..” he snuffled angrily, already catching onto what the other was up to, the demon who could only return with a mischievously snicker, clicking his tongue once, cocked a red eyebrow.

“Never mind that, my dear handsome rival, but, don’t you feel that?” Suddenly emerald glowing eyes looked lost, brows sliding downward in confusion. Alistar pushing the camera closer “That …little…tickle…” red brows raised to counter, as if he was mocking the action pre-blow, mouth gaping, waiting for it to click. Oh, and it did. Remi could feel it, right in there, he shook his head once. No, he wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Come oooon, Remi…Don’t ya wanna…Sneeze?” Teeth turning up in an evil side grin before the wolf glared, "H-Heh..." he hitched once. He began holding his breath, squeezing his eyebrows down. He tried, with all his strength, he tried but he couldn’t hold it forever and eventually his chest forcibly hitched. This caused his mouth to just barely swing open for a “H’tschu!! h-Hih'iiTSCHUU!” Ah, fuck, the wolf inwardly cursed himself, rolling his eyes closed to avoid having to see that smug piece of…Regardless of what the wolf thought, the demon had it on camera, forever, and he was definitely more than pleased with himself.

“Levi, I didn’t get it at first, and now, I really do…” licking his thin pierced lips once over as the leopard glared daggers up at the lense that panned across the two of them.

“Bou’re horrible! Bou’re reabby enjoying dis doo much!” The cat scolded the mischievous male as he continued to dab, and wipe at his boyfriend’s sore nose.

“You act like I shouldn’t take advantage of this moment, Levi, and that’s hurtful, you’re always preaching about chasing your dreams, and doing what you love…I have a dream…Levi,” he crouched now, knees crooked to be leveled with the slumped two. “My dream…is to record this RV full of …very tasty individuals, blowing their faces off on each other…so I have…” he took the tip of his index finger and dragged it slowly along the bridge of Levi’s rose tinted nose. The very gesture causing the leopard to hitch and hike, chin rising slowly “Material for me time…” bringing the camera in close, the angle from underneath to hopefully catch…

“Eh’ehTSHU! H'stCHu!” The spray shot downward, against the only light that shown in from the crack in the curtains. Alistar’s phone camera managing to catch the symphony of tiny particles that had escaped past his lips. Slowly, the red head shook his head back and forth standing proudly to admire his cinematography. “Magnificent…” before his attention was brought forth by a harmony of diverse sneezing fits that echoed from the back of the traveling home. "Eh' CHiew!" "HhT-TsCHU!" "sS'TsHIEW!" the thruple struggled together, holding tight to one another as their bodies rocked and quaked. “I must go... more content awaits me,” disappearing like lighting, the film itself slurring past an array of cabinet and wall colors.

Levi and Remi looked at each other with swollen noses and leaking eyes, both clearly upset, but too incapacitated to do anything about the rampaging demon. All they knew was with one look that they would never again risk going on a group trip while Remi was sick again. This was, to say the least, a nightmare.

Alistar standing at the edge of the bed that contained all three Biz, Meeko and Connie cuddled up for dear life. “Come on, say hahHhHH~” he mocked the starting sound of what Meeko usually sounds like before a sneeze. Biz narrowed his eyes tightly, not at all pleased with the way the demon treated his girls as if they were objects of his amusement. “Remi!!” Biziil called out, followed by a rough and painful cough. Al peaked up, he looked slowly behind him as he saw the wolf peeling himself up off the ground. “Demon…” he growled low in his chest.

Alistar gulped once, stopping the video to put his hands up as he slowly turned. “Now now..let’s not be crazy..let’s think about this…” he stammered as Remi swiftly grabbed him by the lifted wrist and in one fluid motion, opening the bathroom door, he flung the devil inside. Slamming the door shut behind him and then breaking the latch with one swift punch. Sufficiently, locking Alistar inside. “Hey!!” He banged on the door, though his voice clearly muffed.

“Takes care of that,” Remi huffed proudly dusting his hands off together. Levi wound up standing on both his feet again, sighing, he spoke while grabbing an extra blanket and some pillows "We're going to have to pay for that," displeased as he was setting up a little spot on the floor for them to lay, just under Kanai and Drae, while under the assumption help would someday arrive. "Worth it, finally get some peace," the wolf let out a deep breath. Getting comfortable, Levi pat the spot next to him for his mate to join. Looking over at Drae, then the spot, then Levi, then Drae…then the spot…he groaned with a deep dramatic sigh. “Fine…” he climbed in beside his mate, turning his back sharply away from the other two. Levi rolled his eyes, initiating big spoon to the grumpy wolf, as they all just tried to survive the virus he shared with them.

Unbeknownst to any of them in the RV, Alistar found himself comfortably leaned against the counter as he swiped and edited his new masterpiece. He may have not gotten all of them in, physically, before rudely disbanded, oh no, but he got enough. Well, there was no use hiding it in here, and since he had some privacy, he might as well. Playing the video in it's entirety, you could hear the distinct sound of voices before the first attack comes on. Kanai, and Drae first. "ih'tsh! 'TSCH...'sSHIEW!" sweet tiny sneezes from the sub made Al's teeth grit back and forth as he could feel his already semi-hard cock stiffen in the fabric of his crust pants. Weak at the knees over the way Drae carelessly sprayed into their hands. “h-H…Hhuh’EssHu!” that deep, unexpecting explosion ripping out of Kanai, something so intimate they've rarely shared in their time together as friends. Now forever a piece he holds onto. Watching his mouth burst open every time was a treat in itself. Al's hand roughly rubbing against his clothed inner thigh, grazing just past the print of his aching length.

"ih'tsh! 'TSCH...'sSHIEW!" he rewound and played Drae's again, it was so innocent, it drove him absolutely mad with hunger. Especially the way he caught the little hybrid’s spray on the lense. Wishing desperately to feel it splash across his filthy face. Allowing the video to progress, again, “h-H…Hhuh’EssHu!” the hell hound's inexperienced lack of control shooting shivers up the demon's spine, slowly unclipping the top button and zipper of his pants. "H-Heh..." red eyes scanned the screen as he sucked his lower lip past his teeth, biting down roughly as he closely observed the wolf's struggling face. He freed his cock now, spitting in his open palm without breaking eye contact to his phone, he was waiting for it. Patiently waiting for it. “H’tschu!! h-Hih'iiTSCHUU!” watching his rival fail to keep it at bay made his head momentarily fall back, the counter of this space being the only thing holding his weight up. He began to stroke himself at a faster, more desperate pace as his favorite part was about to arrive. The full view of Levi's open air sneeze. He watched hungrily as the leopard started to hilt and hitch, watching slowly as his lips seperate, struggling before “Eh’ehTSHU! H'stCHu!” His hips stuttered and bucked up inside the tight grip of his palm. All he could focus on was the particles, all those spraying particles, coming out of plump wet lips, god bless 2023 camera quality "Fu-Fuck..." he hissed loosely with crazed desire. “Eh’ehTSHU! H'stCHu!” he played it back. “Eh’ehTSHU! H'stCHu!” and again. His fist rubbing and rutting his now leaking and hung dick. Oh man, he was going to have to thank Remi later for the alone time. Watching the leopard's freckled face leak, and stain he continued to throw his hips up into his fingers. Squeezing and massaging every skin cell of flesh before the finale. "Eh' CHiew!" "HhT-TsCHU!" "sS'TsHIEW!" the three-way orchestra. "Fucking hell...." he gasped rolling his eyes back only to quickly straighten them back on the screen below. He was looking at Levi's flushed face, tortured after his double blow, but you could hear Meeko, Biz and Connie clear as day in the background. A mixture of loud, soft and messy. "Eh' CHiew!" "HhT-TsCHU!" "sS'TsHIEW!" He played it again, scanning over Levi's soft features. “Eh’ehTSHU! H'stCHu!” he replayed the leopard's. It was too much, it was proving to send the demon into a spiral. He grunted low, deep within his chest as he stood there frozen in place, his orgasm rocked through him causing the dragon to lose grip of his phone altogether, "S-Shit..." he cursed, phone falling to the floor with a thud. Alistar shot his load out all over the bathroom floor, some getting on his black boots, unfortunate price he'd pay for the incredible treat he got. Trying hard to catch his breath he gasped in the small area of the restroom, looking around him he saw a small window, taking no time to shove it open. In blew a fresh breeze of cool, uncontaminated air. It felt incredible against the red head's flushed and sweating skin. He tore off his shirt and hiked himself to sit on top of the counter now, leaning his bare back against the mirror/wall. "Oh man....I needed that..." he sighed deeply with contentment, closing his eyes. It didn't matter what rules the group would more than likely enforce upon Remi after this trip of chaos, Alistar was determined to let this happen again. Even if he had to risk getting killed over it.

The end.

Author’s Notes: Uhm….okay…how’d I do? 🥴 cause my brain hurts and I feel like I’ve had a million conversations going on in my head at once for 24 hours straight. What a way to introduce the gang, right? Oh Alistar you stinky sneaky sly shit. I love him. This was a lot of fun despite how chaotic it felt to write in 6 more characters than I’m used to!

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Soap x Oc Alison.

A/N: ok so this is a story I wrote for the wonderful Soap on twitter I love their art so much and aaaaahh they are so sweet. Their twitter handle is @.RenegadeSpector Alison is the name of their adorable oc. She has shoulder length brown hair and she's got a little pudge, just makes her a cute lil teddy bear.

7 November 2022 7:05am

It’s just this one here, just pullover there. Thanks for lift. Johnny says as he points at his girlfriend’s house.

Good luck, See ya in a week yea. Price says as he drives off with a wave out the diver window.

Soap walks up to the front door and fiddles with the junk in his pocket till he finds his key and opens the door slowly with a creek.

Soap gets startled as something is thrown towards him but he ducks behind the door quickly to dodge it. It's me Ali!! he says with a surprised concern.

Johnny?! you're home! Alison says with surprise and shock in her voice as she rushes to the door from the kitchen opening the door for him.

Hey babe. he says as he steps through the doorway and puts down his bags. hugging Alison tightly around the waist and kissing her neck. Why are you up it's so early.

I was writing about a certain event that just so happened in Chicago just the other day, you know the one you called me about but had to go because you were all rushing about? I’ve gotten a fair few requests for whatever scoop I might have on it. CIA did a shite job covering that up. Alison says as she pulls away to let her boyfriend in.

You’re telling me. He scoffs as he walks over to the couch not so far away and flops onto his back gesturing for his girlfriend to lay on him.

I missed you, how long are you here for? Not long I assume.. Alison says as she lays on top of Johnny.

I get a week.. Gotta deal with a Russian dip shit. But we can do whatever you want to do for the week, I don’t care what I just want to be with you. He whispers as he holds her tightly and kisses her head.

There's a carnival just in town if you want to go? I know you like their dumb humour. She says as she snuggles in.

There is? I didn't see it, though I came through the boring way. It's faster and I couldn't be away from you for another second. Do you mean today or another day? he asks while playing with her hand with one hand.

Today is the last day so yes, If you aren’t too tired, if you are even a little tired you have to rest. Alison whispers.

I’m not tired, I guess it's a date then. He giggled with an unearthly thicc accent.

A date? I haven’t been on a date in like 2 years! she says teasingly.

2? I’ve been gone longer than that, who you seeing? He says as he teases back.

Oh just the Irish fellow down the road. She jokes as she moves to sit on him now.

You didn’t just say that, did you? he says as he rolls her onto her back and starts kissing and tickling her.

Stop, stop it it's too early for this.. I can’t Johnny staappp. She tries to fight off his tickle attack to no avail.

You are so friggin perfect you know that? he says as he stops tickling Alison so she can breathe.

I’m aware sweetheart, you only tell me everytime we speak. Says Alison in a soft tone as she brushes his mohawk out of his face. Your hair is getting too long.

I thought you liked appropriate hair? he says with a grin.

You are the only man in the whole world that can pull off this hair and still be as sexy as the day I met you.

I’m hungry, got anything good or we gotta go on an early morning date too? Soap says with a sheepish grin as he gets up to stretch his back

I’ve got left overs, a spinach and cheese pie. I’ll make you a plate, want tea? she asks knowing his response.

Babe… For the last time, coffee please. He says with a sigh, Bloody britts.

Oh right of course I forgot you are so much of a baby you can't have the healthier option. She smirks in response.

Time skip of about 7 hours - at the carnival.

That's a big ass ferris wheel, aye? soap says with admiration in his voice.

Sure is, bigger than the one last year, but I want to do the stalls first, I hear they set all the guns off by 2 vertical clicks to the right. Alison says.

Where’d you get that info? We have to go play a few rounds! I’m gonna win every single one! Soap says happily as he walks off in the direction of the stalls.

infact Alison was correct about the configurations of the guns and Johnny proceeded to win every stall he played which was about 30, after which they both got some food at the only remotely good food stall and went to line up at the ferris wheel.

Finally, it was such a long wait! Soap says as he hops into the ferris wheel cage and extends a hand to Alison.

That’s what we get for doing this last I guess. Alison answers, taking his hand to get in and sits on the other side of him to face him.

Oh one more thing, he says as he pops his head out of the cage before they close the door and whispers something to the attendant and the attendant nods to him with a smile.

Ok lets see this view! he says with a clap.

What was that? Alison asks.

What whas what? he asks with fake confusion.

Fine don’t tell me I’m in too good a mood for your childish humor to irritate me in the slightest. she says with a pout.

Childish, my humor is not childish. he says with a jokingly hurt pride.

as the ferris wheel goes around it comes to a stop at the top of the wheel.

Oh nice we get a real view for a bit. Says Alison as she leans over to see the beautiful view of the lake.

Yep, a real sweet view. Soap says with a crack. I.. um I have something I want to ask you.

Yea, what is it? Are you ok? What do you need? Alison asks now full of seriousness.

Well first, your shoe is untied. Let me get that he says as he gets on his knee to fix Alison's shoe and as he finishes he pulls out a little box from his coat pocket.

Alison, you are the most amazing, beautiful, spectacular, gorgeous, kindest, smartest, sexist, most wonderful person in the whole world and you are my world and I don’t know what I would do without you in it.

Will you marry me?

Johnny says as he looks up at his girlfriend with nerves that could kill.

Alison sits there in pure shock with her hand over her mouth.

YESS! she says as she grabs him and hugs him tightly.

Johnny leans up into her hug with tears in his eyes.

How long have you had that ring for? Alison asks.

It's my grandmothers, I asked my father if I could give it to you. He was thrilled that I actually got the guts to tell you. as he puts the ring on her finger and sits down again.

Ok you two love birds time to get off, says the attendant with a big grin seeing Alison's ring.

As the two of them step off.

Johnny, I love you so much. Alison says as she pulls him into a passionate kiss.

I love you more.

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It wasn't the shifting in the mattress or the absence of your personal space heater that woke you at 3am. It was a soft creek in the dark floorboards, a sound absent at such a time of the night.

Your arm outstretches to your right, and it is only then that you realize who is missing. Your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness blanketing your bedroom, only a few seconds passing before your lover is spotted.

You pad over to Will slowly, not wanting to startle his stiff frame. He's facing the large window closest to his work desk, clad only in his usual grey t shirt and boxers.

"Will?"

The whisper is not enough to catch his attention, and it is only once you reach him that you understand why. Your hand wraps around his bicep gently, meeting his clammy skin. A subtle shake has taken over him, a dead giveaway you've learned couples his intense sleepwalk inducing dreams.

These episodes have become more routine as his work has diverged into aiding the FBI in recent investigations, but how you have dealt with it has been the same.

Outright waking him was too risky, which you both learned the hard way. And while being able to just pick him up and lay him back underneath the covers, like a child asleep in their carseat after a long day, would be nice, he's simply too tall.

Your grip tightens on his arm ever so slightly before you reach up and place a small whisper of a kiss onto his cheek.

"Let's get you back into bed, sleepy."

You take each step back to your shared bed carefully, gently tugging him along with you, and he follows suit inch by inch.

Will stays in his daze for nearly all of the journey back to bed, until Winston, the newest addition to your pack, raises a concerned paw to his legs.

His wake is sudden and disoriented, as it usually is in these situations.

Your hand uncurls from the crook of his arm and instead lands on his cheek, bringing his wavering eyes to your own.

"Hey, everything's alright. You just got a little lost in your dream."

His quickened breath begins to slow as the racing of his heart slowly climbs down. There's a sternness in his eyes as he continues to match your gaze, because it really is you. He's in his sleep clothes. In his house. Not the chambers of the latest dream, which are only getting more detailed and real as the days pass. Only getting harder to come back from.

He always feels guilty for these nights, for waking you, for needing you, but before he can muster the words to apologize, you beat him to it.

"No need to be sorry, love. 'M just ready to lay with you for a little while longer."

He climbs into bed first, holding his arms out to you before bringing any covers over himself. And only after you have nestled yourself in his hold, your head burrowed into the crook of his neck, does he speak.

It's so quiet you nearly miss it.

"I don't know what's happening to me."

A small sigh escapes you before pressing a warm kiss to his pulse point.

"Your work is so important, Will, but it is...it's different. I don't know how you are able to see what you see everyday,"

His calloused palm rests on your cheek as you continue, his thumb carting over your cheekbones so softly, you'd think you were a fragile piece of art.

"We will figure this out. Even if I have to put a bell on you like a cat, we will figure it out. We always do."

You feel the vibrations of his small laugh deep in his chest before you hear it, the oceans in his eyes taking hold of yours once again.

The slightest smile settles onto Will's lips as he leans into yours. His stubble tickles your skin in the lovingly familiar way. He breaks away for only a second before pressing one final kiss to your forehead for the night.

"We always do."

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The Howling in Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Three

Chapter Three: The Wolf In My Living Room

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: Your eventful day starts…RIGHT NOW! *draws mouse ears on the fourth wall* 

Warnings: slight dry humping, slight choking, making out, love bites (hickeys)

A/N: A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this. 

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You wake to the sounds of the forest coming to life. The leaves in the trees rustling in the morning wind, birdsong as they wake and communicate to each other, and the soft rumbling of snores over your shoulder. 

Puffs of air tickle your neck, and the firmness of the mattress under you seems misplaced. The heavy weight around your middle and the press of the warm body behind you is enough to have you remember where you slept last night.

If any of those things weren’t enough to wake you up, surely the unmistakable bulge of something poking at your backside would do it. You are quite flattered because it has been a long time since you’ve had a man in your bed. You also know that men get boners when the damn wind blows, so it doesn’t necessarily mean it’s there because of you.

Until the surrounding arms tighten and his hips push into yours just slightly. His nose sneaks into the space between your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply.

You can’t help the desperate sigh that escapes you, and the answering groan from the man behind you only inspires you to push your hips back into him. Your name is a whisper on his lips as one of his hands moves to the front of your neck. His thumb on your pulsepoint has you keening, while his other hand slowly glides down your stomach toward where you want him most. But once his massive paw cups you...

“Wait!” The yelp left your throat before you permitted it to do so. Waiting was not at all what you wanted to do, but your brain had other plans. Fight or flight response on high alert.

Walter freezes with one hand on your neck and one hand over your clothed sex. His chest heaving as he seems to try and calm himself down. 

“I’m sorry, I just, it’s been a long time,” you blurt, surprised to be able to put forth words that actually make sense, “Feeling a little overwhelmed, is all.”

“I’m so sor–”

“Don’t be sorry, Walter. I want this. I just, I’m not ready.” Mentally, you are kicking yourself for not letting this man take you to Pound Town.

Walter removes his hands from your groin and your neck, the warmth leaving with them. “Just, please tell me I didn’t force myself on you. I couldn’t live with myself if I pushed you in any way.”

You turn to face him, one hand going to cup his jaw. “You didn’t push me, I promise. I...I want you. My body wants you, too. But, I know I’m not ready. For more. Yet.” The thought of your ex is heavy in your mind, the relationship you thought would last forever.

Walter nods, his eyes on you as he turns his head to kiss your palm. “What do you say we get some coffee?”

You nod, afraid to speak more and possibly ruin the moment. Your thumb ghosts over his bottom lip, your eyes still locked on each other as you both lean in. Once your lips meet, it’s as though nothing else matters. His top lip is between your lips, as your bottom lip is between his. Your hand roams from his jawline to tangle in his curls.

Before you know it, Walter is pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. His intensity only drives you to want him more. The taste of his tongue as it massages yours is almost enough to have you take back your words. You could keep kissing him for hours, days, weeks if he let you. But, then again, you always were a sucker for a good kisser. And Walter? He was something to write home about.

He slows down the kiss to let you breathe, and you pull back to get a firm grip on yourself and on reality. As much as you want this man to rearrange your guts, you would like to continue things on a slower progression. Thanks in part to your ex, who did everything with the speed of a cheetah.

“I don’t wanna keep you in the dark about something, so I’m just gonna say it. My ex is a huge reason why I wanna take things slow, Walter. He and I were briefly engaged and it didn’t end well when I broke it off. He’s not like, dangerous or anything. Just a bit of a dick sometimes is all.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and look up at Walter who is just smiling at you as if you didn’t just ruin his boner.

“Thank you for telling me. I hope you know that makes me want to be even more protective over you.” He pokes at your chin and you duck your head.

“I mean, I guess I should expect that from a wolf, huh?” You slide your hand from his curls, down his neck, and around to his chest. 

“Yeah, you really should,” he says, turning to stretch, and no doubt adjust himself, “Let’s get that coffee, and I’ll take you back to the park to pick up your car.”

The coffee maker bubbles and brews. You sit on the kitchen counter while Walter stands between your legs. His hands stroke your thighs as he kisses and nips at your neck. You did try to keep a bit of distance between you, but the moment he stepped into your personal space, it was all over.

Once the coffee is done, Walter pours you both a cup. While you sip your coffee, you sit in companionable silence. You get the feeling that he doesn’t mind the quiet, he might even relish it. Even though you still have some questions, you decide to wait to ask them, choosing instead to enjoy the non-verbal flirting between you two.

You gather your things and Walter drives you to the park just outside the forest to pick up your car. Your phone is still dead in your coat pocket, but you have an idea. You get into your car and grab an old receipt from the console. Scribbling your phone number on the back of it, you hand it to him and tell him to call you later. 

He pockets the paper and promises to call that evening. With a kiss on the cheek, he tells you to get a move on getting home. You put the key into the ignition and turn it, the car springing to life. Waving to him one last time, you drive out of the parking lot and start to make your way home.

If you are honest with yourself, you miss him already.

Pulling up to your house, you’re not surprised to see a distraught Olivia pacing on your lawn. Her car is in your driveway along with a truck that seems familiar. Once you park a bit behind Liv’s car, she throws her hands up and comes to greet you as you exit your vehicle.

“Oh, my God. Your phone has been going straight to voicemail since yesterday!!” she shouts, seconds before she wraps you up in a bear hug, “Look, I’m sorry, but I called him since he’s a fucking bloodhound. Don’t be mad at me, I was worried.”

“What? Who are you talk–” 

Just then, you see shoulders turn around and those eyes meet yours. Eyes that still held that fire for you, even after everything.

“Hey, Bug,” he mumbles, walking over to where you and Liv are still holding onto each other, “Olivia, here, called me when she couldn’t get a hold of ya.”

Bug. The name he used to call you when you were dating. You close your eyes and steady yourself before detaching yourself from Liv and stuffing your hands in your pockets. You weren’t really in the mood to deal with this right now, but you understand why she called...him.

“Well, here I am. I made it home safe and sound. So, thank you but I think I got it from here, James.” you advised, trying to be calm in the face of your ex-fiance.

“Ya know, you can still call me Sy just like everyone else, Bug.” he offers, smiling down at you while you chew on your cheek.

“Yeah, I know. I guess I’m not everyone else, James. I feel like I’ve made that clear more than enough times.” you seethed, if only your eyes could shoot lasers.

“Got it. You’re still pissed. Well, do me a favor, Bug. Keep yourself safe. Check in with your friend when you’re, uh,” he pokes at a bruise forming on your neck, “Going out to meet somebody.” He snorts, walking back to his truck.

Liv turns to you and smacks you on the arm, whispering harshly as she does, “All this was for some dick? Like, kudos! But damn, you coulda told me!!”

As he backs out of the driveway, he stops just short. “Maybe stay in tonight. Me and a buncha boys from town are gonna be heading out looking for this menace been taking down livestock and all. Probably just a wolf or something. But whatever it is, it ain’t safe out here.”

You hated that he still cared for your well-being and honestly, you didn’t need his judgment either. But you used to love this man. Shit, you were planning on marrying him and raising however many kids he wanted. A little piece of you feels shitty for wanting to bite his head off. You can tell he still cares at least. It’s just hard to skip over the bad times when you think about your ex.

“Look, thank you, James. I’ll worry about keeping myself safe. You do the same?” you reply, pushing away Liv’s hands from your neck.

“Will do, Bug. Alright now. See ya ‘round.” He backs out of the driveway fully, throws a hand up in a wave, and drives off.

You turn to Liv as she puts a hand on your shoulder. “You know you owe me the deets, right? Like, everything?”

“Yeah, I know. But, truth be told, it is barely anything yet. Can it wait until it’s something more substantial, at least?” you implore, knowing damn well you like Walter more than you’d be honest about at this moment.

“Okay, so you didn’t fuck him yet. Did you least taste it?” This woman has no chill.

“Liv! Oh, my God.” you blurt, hand going to your face.

“Alright, so you didn’t taste it. Must have been an intense makeout session though, huh? That’s why you look so tired, hun?” she rambles on as you start to walk past her to your front door.

“Bye, Liv! Good luck getting your car out.” you shout back, the key already unlocking the door.

You watch from the living room window as she makes various turns to get her car out from in front of yours. You love the girl, but she deserves that after the third degree. And after calling your ex-fiance when she couldn’t reach you. Like, what was she thinking? Probably thinking the worst, you’re sure. 

But, really? She called...Sy? If that didn’t open a can of worms later on, you will be surprised. 

But for now, you’ll just put it behind you in favor of a cup of cocoa and possibly a very long shower. That would be enough after your very eventful night in the woods. And you were looking forward to finally plugging your phone in and getting a call from a certain bearded wolf.

Many hours later, you were doing some cleaning around the house, which consisted of walking around with a glass of wine in one hand and a duster in the other. Sure, you tidied up the living area, but you half-assed the rest of the first floor and you didn’t care. You were putting off taking a shower because you could still smell Walter on you.

Not like you were swooning over his smell or anything. Okay, maybe you liked the way his pheromones seem to act differently. It wasn’t just a woodsy, man smell. It was musky, strong, like fresh sweat all the time.

After three-quarters of the bottle is gone, you cork the wine and put it into the fridge to save for later. Turning off the lights and speaker system, you resigned yourself to finally scrubbing this day away.

To keep yourself sane, you plugged in your phone on the bedroom charger before going to the bathroom for that long shower you wanted. Settling in bed afterward, you moisturize your skin and dress in a comfy nightgown. You unhook your phone from the charger and scroll through the notifications. 

A couple of texts from Olivia, checking in on you. A few junk emails that you delete. One missed call from Sy, with a voicemail.

Well, fuck.

You didn’t want to open that voicemail just yet, not that you get the chance to. You hear a crashing coming from downstairs. Not today, bitches. I’ve had enough surprises. You move to your closet to grab your bat. Five seasons of company softball have led you to this point. Kicking a home intruder’s ass. Sliding your phone screen open, you quickly turn on the smart lights for the living room. As you come down the stairs, holding the bat aloft, you hear a groaning noise.

Turning to the sound, you find Walter clutching his abdomen and standing against the entryway to the kitchen. He’s still in the clothing from last night, his gray henley soaking through with blood. You drop the bat to look at the wound but there is no hole in the shirt. You direct him to lie across the dining room table after taking his shirt off while you go find your first aid kit.

Coming back from the kitchen, you get out a pair of gloves and start to clean what looks like a bullet wound. 

“So, obviously I have questions. Like, a ton. But we’ll start with ‘How did you know this was my house?’.” you ask, stitching up the wound.

“I just followed your scent,” he admits, hissing as you tightened a stitch, “And the car in the driveway kinda helped too.”

“Of course. Next question. What the fuck happened?” you press, finishing up the last stitch before cleaning it off and applying gauze.

“I was out in wolf form and a few hunters were out, too. I managed to draw them away from the cabin. I tried to make it back but one of ’em got me. Figured if I shift back to human form, I could drive out here to you. And, I probably shouldn’t have driven with a gaping wound like that, but I wasn’t able to think that clearly. I also might have parked on your lawn and I apologize for that. May I pass out on your couch?” he chatters, already rising from the table and narrowly missing the light hanging over it.

“Whoa there, Wolfie. Let me help you to the couch, at least,” you insist, letting him hang an arm over your shoulder.

Having him against your body again was a welcome consolation, if only for a moment. You deposit him on the sectional and he grips onto a throw pillow as soon as he lays down on his stomach. You pull a blanket off the back of the couch and cover him with it. His hand touches yours as you pull away.

“Just need a little rest, Pup. Be good as new.” he trails off, your hand slipping out of his.

Watching his sleeping face, he looks so peaceful. A curl is over one eye and you reach out to tame it, but it springs back right into place. You laugh to yourself as you walk to the dining table to clean away the trash. 

Once done, you look back over to where Walter is snoring softly. Turning out the lights, one by one, you leave on the light above the sectional. You walk upstairs to your bedroom. Climbing into bed, you think this is the perfect night to go to bed early for once.

But your brain goes back to this morning. Walter’s arms around you. His scent is fresh on you. If you could keep extra quiet, you’re sure you can crank one out without waking the beast downstairs.

Right?

To be continued...

A/N: So, the chapter summary was a nod to Disney Channel. I am not a Disney Adult, I just love nostalgia.

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Laughing Through the Streets: A Guide to Live Comedy in London

London, renowned for its rich history, vibrant arts scene, and cultural diversity, is also a hotspot for live comedy. From iconic comedy clubs to spontaneous street performances, the city offers a smorgasbord of comedic delights for locals and visitors alike. Whether you're a fan of stand-up, improv, or sketch comedy, London has something to tickle every funny bone. Let’s explore the thriving world of live comedy in London, spotlighting the best venues, notable comedians, and what makes the city a premier destination for laughter.

Why London is a Comedy Capital

Cultural Melting Pot: London’s diverse population brings a wealth of perspectives and experiences, enriching the comedic landscape with a variety of styles and humor that caters to a broad audience.

Historic Venues: The city is home to some of the most historic and renowned comedy clubs in the world, providing platforms for both emerging talents and established stars.

Talent Hub: London attracts top comedic talent from around the globe. Many comedians regard it as a pivotal place to perform, network, and refine their craft.

Iconic Comedy Venues

The Comedy Store: Established in 1979, The Comedy Store in Soho is arguably London’s most famous comedy club. Known for its electric atmosphere and stellar line-ups, it’s a must-visit for any comedy aficionado.

Up the Creek: Located in Greenwich, Up the Creek is beloved for its intimate setting and legendary heckler-friendly policy. It’s a place where comedians and audiences alike revel in the unpredictable nature of live comedy.

Angel Comedy Club: Angel Comedy Club offers free nightly shows at The Camden Head in Islington, making it an excellent spot to catch up-and-coming comedians and established acts trying out new material.

Leicester Square Theatre: Hosting a mix of big-name stars and fresh faces, Leicester Square Theatre is a central hub for comedy lovers, known for its diverse programming and prime location.

Notable Comedians to Watch

Katherine Ryan: Canadian-born but London-based, Katherine Ryan has become a staple on the UK comedy scene, known for her sharp wit and hilarious social commentary.

James Acaster: With his unique delivery and absurdist humor, James Acaster is a regular on London’s comedy circuit and has garnered critical acclaim for his stand-up specials.

Aisling Bea: The Irish comedian and actress has captivated London audiences with her energetic performances and relatable humor.

Daniel Sloss: Known for his dark humor and thought-provoking material, Scottish comedian Daniel Sloss frequently performs in London, drawing large crowds.

Comedy Festivals and Events

The London Comedy Festival: Held annually, this festival brings together a mix of renowned comedians and emerging talent for a celebration of all things comedy, featuring stand-up, improv, and more.

Comedy at the Edinburgh Fringe Preview: Many comedians preview their Edinburgh Fringe material in London before heading to Scotland, offering Londoners a first glimpse at some of the most anticipated performances.

London International Mime Festival: While not exclusively comedy, this festival includes a range of comedic performances that showcase the humor and artistry of mime and physical theatre.

The Comedy Experience

Diverse Genres: From stand-up and improv to sketch and musical comedy, London’s comedy scene is rich with variety. There’s always something new to discover, whether you prefer classic routines or experimental performances.

Interactive Shows: Many venues, especially those specializing in improv, offer interactive shows where audience participation is a key element, making each performance unique and engaging.

Comedy and Dining: Some comedy clubs, like The Covent Garden Comedy Club, offer a dinner-and-show experience, allowing you to enjoy great food while being entertained.

Tips for Enjoying Live Comedy in London

Book in Advance: Popular shows often sell out quickly, so it’s wise to book tickets in advance, especially for well-known comedians or weekend performances.

Arrive Early: Getting to the venue early ensures you get good seats and can soak in the pre-show atmosphere.

Be Ready to Participate: Especially at improv shows, audience participation is part of the fun. Be open to engaging with the performers if called upon.

Keep an Open Mind: Comedy is subjective, and part of the fun is experiencing different styles and perspectives. Go in with an open mind and be ready to laugh.

Final Thoughts

London’s live comedy scene is a testament to the city’s dynamic cultural fabric and its love for humor. With its historic venues, diverse talent, and vibrant festivals, London offers unparalleled opportunities to enjoy live comedy. Whether you're a seasoned comedy enthusiast or a curious newcomer, the city’s comedic offerings promise endless laughter and unforgettable experiences. So, next time you’re in London, make sure to catch a live comedy show and immerse yourself in the joyous world of laughter.