#i really don't like this format i keep using for head and shoulder drawings i gotta try somethin elss

[retro-system]

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[genderlessghoul]

Inspired by the recent puppy post from Motley Zoo and my undying love for animals, here's what I think each of the ghouls/ghoulettes would keep as a pet :

Phantom : He saw someone walking their dog his first week topside and made it his life mission to get one. After a lot of research and internal debate, he ended up adopting a pitbull/labrador mix from a local shelter. Her name is Petunia and she's the definition of sweet baby angel.

Mountain : He decided to fully commit to the farm boy aesthetic and he got himself some quails. They have their own coop and fenced little garden. They used to be have free range on the entire gardens but they'd always end up eating his vegetables. They look like tiny little chicks when he's holding them. He lets the other ghouls choose their name which unfortunately got him stuck with one called Cum. His favourite was affectionately named Nugget by Swiss.

Aether : Bunny. Tiny little miniature one too, all white except for a small black spot on its nose. It's free to roam around his room and Aether learned the hard way to hide any and all loose cables (more than once). He named it Dust. Because Dust Bunny. He swears it's funny.

Rain : AXOLOTL. She's albino and he named her Rose because of her pink little frill gills. He can understand her somehow, some weird water creature thing. She has a very simple brain tho and mostly screams at him for food. Dew and Swiss love to draw mustaches and hats on her tank with markers.

Dew : He has a black cat named Purrcifer. The cute little thing just started following him one day and Dew can't seem to get rid of him (not that he tried too hard). He says it's the Ministry's cat cuz he spends all day roaming around the ground and hunting mice, but the cat definitely sleeps in his bed every night.

Swiss : He swore he'd never get a pet, he's too unfocused to remember to take care of one properly. Until he accompanied Rain on a trip to the pet store and spotted a ball python. Love at first sight, just look at that puppy face. He spent weeks doing research and was pleased to learn that they only eat like once a week? Maybe every two weeks? That's perfect. He got a huuuge female and named her Fluffy. Fluffy is his pride and joy.

Aurora : Ferret. She wanted a cat at first but she discovered that they came in noodle format and was like !!!YES!!! She taught him fetch. They play with paper balls. He's stolen other ghouls' snacks on multiple occasions.

Sunshine : She really wanted a chameleon but she saw how high maintenance the suckers are and settled for a crested gecko. It doesn't officially have a name because it wouldn't recognize it anyway. Definition of no thought, head empty. Most times, she calls it NO STOP DON'T JUMP THERE. She loves it so fuckin much.

Cumulus : She has the cutest blue budgie. She taught it so many tunes that they sing together all day long. It loves nothing more than to hang on her shoulder all day and watch her do her tasks. One of its many favourite sounds to imitate is the ringtone of whoever's in the room with them. No one knows how it learned to differentiate them all.

Cirrus : She set up a pretty little saltwater tank in her room. It's home to two clownfish and their anemone. They're called Led Zeppelin and Metallica, no she will not take criticism on the name. The tank is very beautifully decorated and everyone keeps bugging her to put up a big one in the common room, which she always refuses cuz she doesn't trust any of them with salt water.

[reverthestarryeyed]

2 Inside Out OC's I made, I call 'em Distraction and Confusion

I'll add drawings later, it's kinda nigh on impossible for me to draw Distraction without a reference. As for Confusion, yeah I have her in my head, but idk how to make it look good yet

So about these 2: they're one of Riley's youngest emotions. Distraction is older than Confusion, and for some reason I'm calling them siblings despite them technically being the same person (Riley). They normally operate hand in hand with each other and are usually seen standing together. Distraction and Confusion also sometimes go hand in hand with Ennui and Embarrassment. Distraction and Confusion both make a question mark together

First let's start with Distraction (I'm not actually sure if that's the right name to use 😅 I originally thought of "Distracted")

Appearance: when I think of Distraction my mind creates a sort of light lilac or bright lilac color, I'm not sure why but I imagine him as that color. He has a large sphere for a head, and he has 3-4 rows of eyes in a sort of circle formation, looking in every direction, he has a big cartoony smile on his face (kinda like Uglydolls or Trolls) He wears a sweater of sorts that has 2 large stripes in a deep lilac color. He doesn't have arms or legs, instead he has small tentacles (probably 4 of them) for his feet that he uses to move around in. (There is no rule that the emotion's have to look humanoid, I mean have you seen what Hope and Irritation was supposed to look like?)

Personality: Distraction is...well...always distracted, his many eyes would catch something to divert his attention, he always looks at things curiously, or sometimes just don't think at all and start zoning out, one of the few times all his eyes are in the same direction. Most of the time he has no idea what's important and what's not, he could make Riley go from taking a test to thinking what purpose is the sky being blue, why not orange or yellow? or what certain colors should go to what personality to make a character in her head, go from doing homework to rearranging the furniture, etc. He's also very cheery, usually smiling and happy despite not knowing half of what's going on around him, he's very interested in pretty much anything that catches his eyes

He doesn't really dislike many things due to him being too distracted to do so, the closest thing he has to disliking is his opposite -- Focus (or is Concentration the right word? Idk) they don't really get along, and when I say "they" I mean Focus/Concentration not getting along with Distraction. Distraction thinks they have an ok relationship, sure she can be a little annoying since she focuses on bad things sometimes, but she's not so bad most of the time. Another is being bored (or feeling Ennui) he doesn't like being bored or doing just one thing and doing nothing, he likes being productive.

He likes drawing, colors, music, and basically anything art related and other stuff to keep Riley (and in extension himself) entertained. Because of this, he normally gets along with Joy the most and spends a lot of time with her (with Confusion tagging along)

Purpose: Keep Riley occupied/entertained when Ennui is driving, ironically be aware of the surrounding area, improve Riley's creativity (i.e using pencils and a table as drums), keep Riley from dwelling too much on bad things, and keeps Riley from doing the same thing repetitively over and over again and allow her to try something new (this is personally my opinion on the purpose of being distracted, especially the part on not focusing on bad things)

Next up we have Distractions younger sister Confusion

Appearance: For some reason I imagine her color to be forest green (idk why I don't imagine that for Distraction, with the whole "feeling like you're not entirely there" thing) Her hair is a deep forest green color that's shoulder length and covers her ears, her bangs are long which covers her eyes. Her skin is a lighter shade of forest green but still dark (the color code is 304529) She wears a dress similar to Alice from Alice in Wonderland except it's green instead of blue and white, and the dress isn't as frilly and puffy.

Personality: Confusion is very curious and constantly confused about a lot of thing, always needing an explanation and a step-by-step process on everything. She's very accepting and open minded about learning new things, she loves to learn new things she doesn't understand. She's also extremely gullible and forgetful and usually has no idea what's going on around her. She can't really hear or see well

She likes Alice in Wonderland, Wizard of Oz and Victorious (specifically the April fool's episode and the breakfast bunch) because she won't be the only one confused about everything. She likes investigations and try going into detail about things to better understand it.

She ironically doesn't like being confused about things.

Purpose: Let Riley discover unknown things, learn new things, motivates Riley to look more deeply into the problem and let her be curious about new things. She also let's Riley explore and learn more about herself and who she is as a person. Forget some things or change the way Riley remembers something to make it not as bad.

[jerzwriter]

Book: Open Heart

Title: Love for One

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC | Tobias Carrick x MC

Rating: Teen

Summary: Tobias is secretly in love with one of his closest friends, Casey. Casey is happily in a relationship with one of his oldest friends, Ethan. He deals with his heartache alone until, one night, he accidentally slips up to a friend. This excerpt contains his heartfelt confession.

Category: Excerpt from Extended Series (WIP)

Warnings: None

Trope: Unrequited Love

A/N: This is an excerpt from Chs. 5/6 of my series "Delaying the Inevitable. I decided to present it in this format for @openheartfanfics trope challenge: Some good ol' pinning because this is my best pining (in my opinion). I hope you like it too..

A/N 1: I was't sure if I should tag, but decided to. Not everyone is reading DTI (it's monolithic, I get it), so some non-readers may enjoy this stand alone. Also, some readers (who are very enthusiastic and I love you for it!) may want this trip down memory lane since this is from about 15-weeks ago already. I hope you enjoy it!

Bryce, Tobias, and their dates had taken a table in the back, not too far from their usual booth. Even though it was difficult to hear above the loud music and chatter, Bryce was his animated self; he was trying, effectively, to keep everyone laughing all night. It appeared to be working on his date, Megan, as she was engrossed with every word he said. If Bryce’s smile was any indication, he was pleased.

Tobias tried to be engaging too, but it was clear that his heart was just not there. Keenly aware of this himself, he ordered a few more drinks than normal in hopes of lifting his spirits, but that did produce his desired effects. When the crowd started to dissipate, the four decided to move up front to sit at the bar a bit before leaving. As they made their way, Nicole needed to use the ladies room and Megan joined her.

“You know, I could go myself,” Bryce said, “Tobias, want to grab some stools for us?”

“On it,” he said saluting as he commandeered four seats at the bar.

When Bryce returned, he found his friend staring somberly into his drink. While it was obvious that he had a bit too much to drink tonight, he had not been himself for weeks, and Bryce was growing concerned.

“Hey, change in plans. The ladies are waiting out front, we were thinking of swinging by my place, but I can tell you’re not really into Nicole, so I’ll leave it up to you.”

“Yeah, you know, I’m pretty exhausted. I think I’ll say good night and head home. The three of you should still hang out, although I don’t know if you’ll get that lucky Lahela.” He attempted a smile, but it was clearly forced.

Worried about his friend, Bryce said, “Look, how about I go talk to Megan, I can meet up with her tomorrow. Then you and I can hang out, you don't seem..."

“Nah, I’m fine…”

Bryce let out a sigh, lowering his voice he leaned in toward Tobias, “T, I’m honestly worried about you. You haven’t been yourself for a while and it’s painfully obvious tonight. Today, while I was in line for coffee, I overheard you talking to Casey, and I really think…”

“Oh, for Christ's sake!” Tobias yelled, drawing the attention of nearby patrons. “First Harper, now you? I honestly liked it better when I was in denial! I will get over this, it… I’m not stupid… I know I don’t stand a chance in hell with Casey. I know it is never going to happen, I know that. OK?”

Bryce’s eyebrows shot to his forehead as his jaw fell slack, “You need to get over… don’t have a chance… with Casey?”

Tobias shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I knew I had one too many tonight, yet, just like that, now I’m completely sober.”

Tobias expected more of a reaction from Bryce, but he remained uncharacteristically quiet, especially when you consider the bombshell he just dropped. He looked over his shoulder, “Lahela, as pleasant as it is to have you rendered speechless, I suggest you pick your jaw up off the floor, it’s really not a good look for you.”

“Uhm, yeah,” Bryce said shaking his head vigorously, “Well, now that we’re both insta-sober, I’m going to go help the ladies get a cab, then I’m coming back and we’re talking.”

“I really don’t want to talk.”

“It really wasn’t a request.”

Tobias let out a groan, What. The. Fuck. Carrick! How did you just do that! He gulped down the rest of his drink and surveyed the room. OK, on an up-note, it does not seem like anyone else heard, hopefully. To test his theory, he walked to the other end of the bar to settle his tab with Reggie. Reggie and Ethan were tight so, if he had overheard Tobias’s outburst, he would have a tell. Relief came over him when Reggie was his usual pleasant self. At least Ramsey wasn’t already outside waiting for him. Speaking of outside…

“They’re gone?” he asked exiting Donahue’s.

“Yeah, I told Megan I’ll meet up with her on Sunday, but, Bud,” Bryce said shrugging, “I would not sit around waiting to hear from Nicole if I were you.”

Tobias snorted, “Well, I think we both know that really won’t be a problem.” He walked toward Bryce, “If you want to talk, we talk, but I have two conditions: one, we make it brief, and two, we don’t do it here. I like this place, but it’s becoming synonymous with conversations I would rather not have, I don’t want to sully it.”

“Fair enough. Name the place, name the duration.”

“Now you sound like most of my dates in med school,” Tobias mumbled as he slid into the cab.

“Where to?” the driver asked.

“One Franklin Street, please.” Tobias turned his attention back to Bryce. “Not a word about this until we are in my apartment, OK? Not a fucking word.”

“Fine, we can just talk about how you will never be my wingman again.”

“At least you’re admitting you need a wingman Lahela, that’s a step in the right direction.”

The men entered the luxurious lobby and made their way to the elevator, “55, please.”

“I guess this is one way to see your new place.” Bryce said sarcastically, “55th floor in the Millennium Tower! Damn, this has to give you at least 1000 points in your competition with Etha… shit... sorry… just a reflex.”

Tobias shook his head. “You’re cocky as hell and your timing sucks, you truly are a younger version of me?”

“Younger and better looking.”

“Well, I only closed three weeks ago,” Tobias announced pushing the door open, “I wasn’t expecting guests yet, so don’t mind the condition.

Bryce shook his head, a small foyer led to a spectacular great room, anchored on one end by an opulent white marble kitchen and the other by a breathtaking, two-story wall of windows that provided unparalleled views of the city. Apologizing for a few scattered boxes and some furniture with plastic covers still in place seemed unnecessary.

“Yeah, the place is a dump,” Bryce grinned, “Seriously though, wow! What made you upgrade to this beauty.”

“I liked the view,” he replied nonchalantly while pouring two club sodas. He handed one to Bryce, “I figured we’d keep the sober thing going. So, you’ve got 15 min… what do you want to know. The timer is on, take your shot.”

“OK, well…uhm, Casey… Admittedly, I’m a little shocked. I mean, not because she isn’t incredible, she is. I know that firsthand, I was once bitten by the Casey-bug too…”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Tobias interrupted, “How the hell were you stupid enough to let her go?”

Bryce chuckled as he placed his drink on the counter. “I didn’t. Casey and I were more of a friends with benefits arrangement. Then one day the benefits stopped, but the friendship didn’t, and it never will. Back then, I would have been cool with the two of us growing into something more but, once she fell for Ethan, it was game over for anyone else.”

“So she rescinded your benefits contract two years ago, correct?”

Bryce nodded.

Tobias looked perplexed, “I just don’t get it. So, two years ago she ended … things … with you and wrote off all other mere mortals because of Ramsey, yet they’re only together a couple of months now?”

“No. They have been together ever since their eyes locked over a gurney 15 minutes into her first day as an intern. It took them a while to realize it, a little longer to accept it and they, well, he took a good two years to finally surrender to it. But, let me be clear, she was never mine to let go. She has never been anyone’s other than Ethan’s.”

“He always was a lucky SOB.”

Bryce shrugged and half nodded. “Perhaps, but the timer is on, and I don’t want to talk about Ramsey, I want to hear about you. I knew you and Casey had become close friends, but how… when did it turn into something else for you?”

“How? I would tell you if I could, but I can’t. She’s magic. You meet her and you think, Jesus, no one can possibly be this beautiful, but she is. So, you wait for the other shoe to drop because there is no way the inside can be as magnificent as the out, right? I mean, God doesn’t play favorites that much, does he? So, you get to know her and it’s like, holy shit, apparently, he does. Now, I had no illusions. I knew what she has with Ramsey. I knew nothing would ever come of it, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care because it felt like an honor just to be in her orbit. I was overjoyed knowing that she knew my goddamn name and that maybe, every so often, I might get to hear my name on her lips.”

He stopped and took a sip of his club soda, suddenly wishing he had chosen something stronger.

“When? The best answer I can give you is that one day, and I couldn’t tell you the day because it happens so frequently, but we were at work or maybe the bar, and she started laughing the way she does, you know, when her nose crinkles and her face lights up, she gets that little glimmer in her eye and no matter how bad of a day you may have had, there is no way that laugh isn’t going to pull you in. So, she is…God, she’s just beautiful… and she’s laughing and then she flipped her head around and smiled, and I realized that smile was for me… now, absolutely nothing was implied by it, she was just smiling at a friend, but I was that friend, that smile was for me… I couldn’t freaking breathe, and… I have not been able to let go since.”

He stood up and sauntered across the room, placing his hands on the expansive windows he stared vacantly down at the city below.

“But I knew…I knew any feelings I had for her were futile. So, I pushed that shit down, I pushed it down so deep that I didn’t even have to acknowledge it myself. Sure, it was a lie, but I was comfortable living in it. Then the night of the boards, I ended up talking with Harper and she totally called me out. She said that she could see it plain as day and she was worried about me, and I’m sure worried about the team by extension. So, she asked me to be honest with her about my feelings for Casey, I wanted to deny it, I tried to deny it, and that is when I knew I was so screwed because, as much as I wanted to, I could not deny what I felt for her any more than I could will myself to stop breathing.”

He turned and made his way back across the expansive room and sat next to Bryce at the counter.

“So, now I get to work with her every day, I get to hear that laugh, see that smile, smell her perfume as she sits down next to me each morning, and I then I get to watch those gorgeous eyes gaze, with all the love in her heart, right past me and onto Ethan. It’s a fucking hoot, you should try it sometime.”

“Damn, T. I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry. I’m going to be honest with you, I came here armed with the standard 10-minute speech that I give to friends going through shit like this. It starts with, ‘yeah, she’s great, but she’s not that great, then I veer into the ‘there are other fish in the sea’ portion. Of course, I modified your version because Casey is that great, but now, I have to toss the whole damned script because…this isn’t just some little crush, is it?”

“No. I wish it were. If not for Ethan, I would move heaven and earth to make sure she was mine.”

“So, now that you mention him, I have to ask; T, I have never seen you fall like this for anyone…you were the confirmed bachelor, is there any chance, even subconsciously, that this is part of your weird-ass competition with Ethan?”

Tobias shook his head emphatically, “No. Absolutely not. I understand where you’re coming from... but no. What I feel for her has nothing to do with Ethan, or anyone else, it is only about Casey!”

Bryce raised an eyebrow, shocked at just how protective Tobias was about his feelings, and by how deep those feelings appeared to run.

“But you’re right, I have never felt this way about anyone else before. I did not look for this, I did not want this, Bryce. It’s like a fever I woke up with one day and there it was… and I know I can’t fight it… but I am doing my best to control it.”

“Does anyone else know?”

“Only Harper, and now you. God willing no one overheard me at the bar tonight because I do not want this spreading any further.”

“Do you think Casey suspects anything? Or, God forbid, Ethan?”

“No, Casey has no idea, and I can pretty much guarantee you Ethan doesn’t either.”

“Yeah, you’d probably be in the ICU if he did.”

“Thanks, pal.”

“Just keeping it real, T.”

Tobias chuckled half-heartedly. “I’ve been trying to avoid her, at least outside of work where I have some control over that. But, honestly, I think it has been counterproductive. She notices it, so now I get 20 questions about why I haven’t been around, and I’m running out of answers. Also, not having her around… I miss my friend, it just makes me miss her and want her more. It’s not working.”

“You know, if circumstances were different, I might say cold turkey would be the way to go, but you can’t do that. You need to have a working relationship and you have too many friends in common, you’re going to have to find a middle path on this. Maybe see her less, or only in groups, but you’re right, cutting her out completely, won’t be a solution. It’s going to be hard too because, I know she cares about you deeply, just… not in that way.”

“Stop making sense Lahela.”

“I always make sense, you just don’t want to hear it! Some more sense, going forward USE ME.”

“Oh, now you need to just stop,” Tobias laughed.

“No, seriously. You need to keep yourself busy, do things, sometimes you may need to talk. I’m not only here for the good times, man, I’m here for you now.”

“You know you’re a better friend than Ramsey ever was!” Tobias said with a laugh.

“Of course, and I’m better looking! Come on, come over here, bro hug, bro hug.”

“Oh, Jesus, your 15 minutes have GOT to be over by now…right? But seriously, thanks, pal. It may not seem like it, but this has helped. But yeah, I’m done talking about it for now.”

“No problem. So, let’s change the subject, starting with this freaking amazing place. When are we throwing our housewarming party because this place is INSANE.”

“We? Our?” Tobias laughed, “I didn’t realize my mortgage would be going down by half now. But, yeah, let’s plan something this place needs to be christened.”

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

✨ Seven days of:

Day #3.

✨ REQUEST: Request for El Presidente 😁 I've been thinking of this idea: Maybe Bishop is trying to flirt with the reader but we all know he's flirty with most women so the reader doesn't think much of it until they are at a party and “...How long has he been flirting with me?” another mayan: “Only the entire time.” [ I hope you haven't written something like this. I love you 💖]

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“C'mon, dance with me”.

The whisper into your ear takes you by surprise, producing you some shivers down your spin. Turning around, you frown to El Presidente. Being insistent as fuck is a personality and it's his.

“Ay, ya, Obispo. I can't believe Vicki is running out of girls to flirt with”. Rolling your eyes, you have a drink from your beer.

“Have I told you how good my name sounds in your lips?” He replies not caring a shit about what you have said. “Vamos... You never dance with me”.

“Yeah, and today is not gonna be the day it changes”. Palming his chest with your free hand, you raise both eyebrows.

“Why?”

“Because I ain't a number on your list. It's called self-love”.

“Who said I want you to be a number?”

Rolling your eyes, you can't believe that he's denying the fact that he flirts with you the whole time. You like him, and you have been about to fall into his claws a lot of times, but then you see him with another girl sitting on his lap, or clinged to his arm. The deception is bigger every time.

“Why don't you give up at damn once?”

Not giving him the opportunity to respond, you pass him away with a loud snort. Getting out of the clubhouse, you're able to have a deep breath of fresh air closing your eyes, guiding after that your steps to the sofa on the porch. Resting your feet over the wooden fence and lying back against your seat, trying to keep blank your mind. The silence outside helps you more than you could think, only being broken by the crickets around you and the bonfire in the middle of the yard.

You aren't sure when he started to act like that. At the beginning of meeting you he was kind, respectful and sweet. But bit by bit, you started to see his intentions. Being aware that the only thing he wants from you is a one night-stand. It's painful, even if you don't want to recognize it, because you were feeling something. Something good. Until he changed. Then it turned into sarcasm and rage. Every time that you turn him down, he finds his way to one of those bitches who are always in the club, cheering the view. And of course it's not their fault, but maybe if they weren't there, things would be different.

“Can I sit?”

Taza claims your attention with a soft tone of voice, pointing with a hand to the empty seat by your side. Showing him a fleeting smile, you nod in silence. As soon as he sits down, the man places his free arm over your shoulders to urge you to rest your head on his.

“What's happening inside that beautiful mind, ah?”

“You already know it”.

He draws an oh in his lips, before chuckling shaking his head.

“He's really in love with you”.

“No, he's not. And, god, please! Don't take his side”.

“I would never lie to you, chamaquita. The problem resides in that he doesn't know how to show it properly. You're the whole time kicking his ass and he's desperate for opening your eyes”. That sounds like a possibility. Like a valid one. “Why don't you give him a chance? We have closed a deal that has given us a lot of privileges. He's happy and he only wants to celebrate it with y—”.

The main door opening interrupts your conversation, seeing the crew abandoning the club.

“We're going to Vicki's, you comen'?” Coco asks, having a smoke.

Taza looks at you, arching a brow, but you shake your head getting up.

“Do you want me to ride you home?”

“Nah, don't worry. I will walk, so I can… clear my mind”.

Placing a kiss on your forehead, the older joins his brothers as you come inside the club. The silence is installed all around, once the buzz of the engines disappear through the scrapping. You were wanting to stay a little more, because you don’t have any other plans for tonight than this. And you’re not in the mood to come back home, so you are thinking about finding a bar to drink, even if it means to be alone.

When you’re about to grab your jacket from a chair, the crash between two pool balls calls your attention. Turning around with the piece of clothing covering your forearms, you find Bishop standing up from the table with a cig in his lips. You can see him pretending normality with his eyes focused on his own game. Not understanding why he hasn’t gone to Vicki’s place, you’re starting to think that maybe he did on purpose. Pressing the inside of your cheek with the tip of your tongue, you can’t help but contain a laugh by showing up a smile.

“Need a partner?”

Having a smoke and swallowing it before spitting it, the mexican turns to a side to grab another stick and offer it to you in silence. So, that’s a yes. Putting your jacket back on the chair and leaving on the poker table your phone, you two start a new game after placing all the balls forming a triangle. Bishop gives you some space, resting his back against the wall, to see how you break the formation with an accurate hit sneaking a striped red ball into a hole, in the middle of the pool. It’s the first time he plays against you, and he isn’t sure that he has seen you playing before. But he knows that it’s going to be an interesting game. Holding his stick between both of his legs under your attentive gaze, El Presidente takes off the clock in his right wrist and the ring from the same hand.

“Since when are we competing?” Tossing a loud laughter, you place both hands over the tip of your stick, resting your chin there.

“If I win, you will give me a kiss”. Bishop sounds very convinced of beating you, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt under the kutte. And you know he’s going to play hard, when he also takes off the leather garment to put it away.

Licking your bottom lip, squinting at him you offer him a hand to accept the deal.

“If you lose, you will stop with this… flirt, or whatever it is”.

At first, he doubts. You’re not stupid, you know that he will never stop flirting with you, but for a moment, you doubt too. Until he finally shakes your hand firmly, secure of himself.

Ball against ball, striped and smooth, they all end up falling through the different holes of the pool table. When the only one left is the number eight, you notice the tension installed between both. It’s your turn and Bishop is expectant, making you feel nervous with that grin contained under his black moustache. Leaning over the table with your gaze focused on the tip about to hit the ball, you calculate the exact way it has to take. Pulling it back, you move it forth with a fast move to beat the eight. Straight to the hole, bouncing against the wooden wall and coming back to the table.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

Bishop breaks into laughs, not being able what just happened. It was inside the hole and that motherfucking ball didn’t fall through it.

“YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! I WON! IT WAS INSIDE IT!”

Screaming like a madwoman and pointing at the pool with a hand, you turn at him. The man is running out of air, choking in laughs and almost arching back his body.

“Don’t fucking laugh at me, estúpido”. Palming his shoulder with more strength than you wanted to use, he complains this time. “I’m not playing anymore, I won”.

“You didn’t”. The man leans over the table, doing exactly your same moves, but having more lucky than you.

“I’m not gonna fucking kiss you”.

“Sweetheart, how many times you can say fucking in a sentence?”

“Every two fucking words”.

Chuckling and taking off from your hands the stick, he places it in the holder close to his.

“I’m going to be a good man, and let you kiss my face wherever you want”.

Taking your right hand, Bishop pushes you into his arms, wrapping with them your waist. And even if for a moment you want to put up some resistance, deep inside you being hugged by him is everything you want. There’s still a couple inches of distance between both when you toss your hands on his shoulders respectively, rolling your eyes as if you were feeling uncomfortable. Leaning forward, you press your lips on his cheek. The fucking longer two seconds of your life. But if you were thinking that this would be enough for him, it isn’t.

Bishop embraces you tightly against himself, making you feel warm and loved for the first time in your life. It’s not only the gesture, but what he is transmitting you with it. Now you’re believing what Taza has told you almost an hour again. And you don’t reply with a single word, when he starts to kiss your face with such dearly touches, as he speaks.

“I want you —one on your neck— to be mine —another going up to the line of your jaw— and only mine —the last one close to the corner of your lips—, why don't you believe me?”

His facial hair makes you some tickles, provoking you a long shiver that bristles your skin. There’s no distance between you two, guiding your steps backwards until your body meets the pool table. His mouth is coming closer to yours, tasting the waters just in case that you really want to push him away. But you don’t. You don’t do it, closing your eyes as soon as he presses his lips against yours.

You can taste the flavor of beer and smoke in his saliva, not being disgusting for you, with your fingers getting placed at both sides of his neck; caressing with the tips of them his short beard. The heat is starting to burn down your heart barriers, transforming your doubts and insecurities into ashes.

Pulling away your faces from each other, when you are running out of air, Bishop urges you to sit on the edge of the pool table as he makes his way to between your legs. And there’s a detail that catches your whole attention. He’s not hard. You’re sure that if he does the same moves with one of Vicki’s girl, or any man with any woman he just wants to fuck with, he would be already hard. Quite the opposite, El Presidente is only focused on showing you that you’re more than a night-stand for him.

“Will you give me an opportunity?”

“Just one”. You highlight, bringing your eyes to the darkest ones.

“As if I needed more than one, querida”.

[heresathreebee]

Bloody Mess

[Ralph Lamont X Female Reader]

AN: ok 1st of all this got Nasty and also I wanted to try a different format

Warning(s): +17 | Hemophilia, unprotected sex (wrap it to tap it), mentions of abuse, dead body (he deserved it), little rough, sub!Ralph Lamont, cum eating, hair pulling. Masterlist

Alright so I was dragging my feet to watch the episode of Blue Bloods with Alex Brightman in it and I'm glad I did because I got some cool ideas. I don't watch cop centric shows anymore but I thought Ralph would be a cool Italian mob type: turns out he's some dickhead twitch gamer who murdered a girl for stupid reasons I can't remember. 

So fuck cannon, he's a 90's mobman now. 

**YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED**

Imagine Ralph Lamont is a one man clean up crew. He's the go-to guy for any jobs gone wrong, gone messy. Body needs disappearing without a trace? Ralphie's your guy. 

Kinda like The Wolf from Pulp Fiction (Tarentino, 1994) 

Hydrochloric acid, latex, bleach, bone saw: all he needs is a few hours and it's like there was never a brutal murder here. (Sometimes this is accomplished with a distraction, a staged robbery or shoot out a few counties over if there were too many witnesses)

So Mr. Clean I mean Mr. Lamont gets a job at your home. 

It's a cute little 3rd floor apartment with a Mr. and Mrs. Andersen living in it. 

Mr. Andersen is– pardon, was– a bookkeeper for Dr. Coolidge (friend of Ralphie's; they both like sterile environments), so it's a favor. Dr. Coolidge mentioned over the phone he expected something "like this" to happen sooner or later. He asked Ralphie to be delicate with you– the late Mrs. Andersen. 

You buzz him in without a word. 

He finds you leaning against the kitchen island, putting out the cherry of your cigarette. You put it out right on Mr. Andersen's ugly yellow tie (or he thinks it used to be yellow)

It's a fucking blood bath in here. Mr. Andersen was a bleeder. Red splashes and streaks cover the counters, the toaster, the oven door, the fridge. There are bloody footprints on the floor and an honest-to-go pool of it dripping off the counter right next to Andersen's final resting place. You left the steak knife in his throat and he must have sat down in that island chair never to get back up again. His eyes are listless and grey. 

Ralphie walks around you, careful to keep you in his peripheral just in case you weren't done "expressing yourself." The linen of your frock is stained, your feet are bare, and your eye is black and swollen. Some of your bruises are old. 

In his sweep, he finds three bloodied knives in the sink: a bread knife, a fillet knife, and a cleaver. 

"Mrs. Andersen," he says as he turns back to you, "if you wouldn't mind moving to the bedroom for me? You've made quite a mess and I'd hate for you to have to see anymore violence." 

"You gonna fight him for my honor? He's already dead." 

Ralphie chuckles. "No ma'am. I'm gonna cut him up into pieces so the gallons of acid I brought with me dissolve his corpse efficiently. I'll need to borrow your bathtub for that, and you don't want to try getting cleaned up after the fact. It's no good for the skin." 

He's circled around the white marble kitchen island to stand before you. He's calm. The smile on his face is easy and it soothes you. You drop your eyes and catch an unexpected sight. 

"Are you…" you wipe at your mouth a accidentally leave a crusted red streak. "Do you get off on this?" 

Mr. Lamont shifts his stance; no doubt you've seen the light tent in his pants. "What can I say except I admire your handiwork, Mrs. Andersen. I imagine you may have wanted him to die slowly and painfully. Was it all that you hoped for?" 

You turn sheepish (incredible, really, surrounded by such admirable evidence of your own rage) and nod. "It was…" 

"Glad to hear," he says softly. "Now, if you wouldn't mind..." 

He places a gentle hand on your shoulder but you step away from the island and change his distant, guiding gesture into an intimate embrace. He looks at you in surprise when he feels you wrap your hands around his back beneath his blazer. 

"I seem to suffer a similar affliction," you tell him and press yourself into his erection. "You wouldn't mind giving a girl a hand, would you?" 

Well it certainly wasn't part of the job, but he was eager to please. 

“As you like it,” he whispered, pulling you into a soft kiss. 

Your blood sings in your veins. You’ve just killed your no good louse of a husband and now you’ve got your tongue down a stranger’s throat. And a handsome one too, so polite (you were still wary of him but if Dr. Coolidge sent him perhaps he couldn’t be all bad)

You tug at his tie as if it would make him any closer to being inside of you. The smell of copper is a never ending assault on your senses, but you also smell wood smoke beneath it on his collar. 

Mr. Lamont’s cheeky hands find your hips and a second later he’s helping you sit up on the kitchen counter. You can see your husband from the corner of your eye, his mouth hanging open in eternal anguish. It just serves to intensify your lust for life. 

You give Mr. Lamont's belt a meaningful tug and slip back down to the floor to turn around

You mean to ask him to help you with your zipper, but instead you feel his lips at your neck just before his hand grips the back of your head and pushes you down, face first into the counter inches away from the pool of blood. 

Your hand slides through the sticky essence and you feel Lamont draw your skirts up and your underthings down. 

You gasp with a shriek as you feel something hot slide up your slit and over your other hole. Did he just lick you??? 

The living man growls in what sounds like pleasure, pulling at his sleek tie just enough to loosen the constriction at his throat and then he’s shucking his pants down. 

You’re not sure if you want him to work you up slowly or take what he wants but you hold your breath and let him lead. You’re far from disappointed when he massages the meat of your rear and leans over your back. 

“You can still change your mind, doll,” he whispers, “not too late to go shower and forget today.” 

You consider it but you don’t want to forget. You want the feeling of Georgie’s life slipping through your fingers to soothe you to sleep every night. You want to carry the pleasure of giving your former husband a reason for his rampant jealous streak and know that for once there was nothing he could do about it. You want this living man to make this strange and terrifying day to end in bliss and solidify everything like lightning striking sand.  

You lift your head and run your dripping red hand through his pristine locks. He locks eyes with you and a shiver runs through him as a droplet lands on his nose. “I don’t want to stop, Mr. Lamont. Now be a good guest and fuck me.” 

“Call me Ralphie please,” he breathes, and he’s all too happy to comply. You feel his cock slip between your folds and as he enters you as he promised, you lick your lips and taste cherry and rust. 

“Ralphie… Ralphie…” He loves the sound of his name on your lips, the squishing sound of your lovely womanhood taking everything he gives it. He puts a single hand on your hip leans back to take it all in: the bloody kitchen, the stiff, the lecherous moans, the sweat making his shirt stick to his back, the misleading cleanliness of the back of your dress…

Mr. Lamont runs his hand through the slime in his hair but that blood is already drying. He splashes it into the pool next to you and leaves a bloody print on your back, holding you down to the counter by your shoulder and driving his hips into you harder. 

He can hear you’re close by the crescendo of your voice. He’s close too, and ever the gentleman, he slips out of you and flips you onto your back, pulling up a dainty leg in your daze so he can re enter your heat like he belonged there. He’s resumed fucking you in mere seconds and he likes this position because now he can see your eyes roll back into your head. 

“Where do you want it,” he grunts out. He’s trying not to come but he doesn’t have the willpower to slow down. He needs your answer, and fast...

For a moment your eyes go hard. Mr. Lamont gulps and worries for a second you’re going to pull the steak knife out of your husband’s throat to slit his, but instead you take a hold of his hair and pull his head back into an awkward but commanding angle. 

He feels your breath ghost over his neck. “My house, my rules. Make me see stars and I’ll tell you when to stop.” 

You sink your teeth into his neck and reach down to circle your pearl. Mr. Lamont does as he’s told, hissing and grunting but he holds off his release to give you exactly what you want. 

He has to stop thrusting when you start those delicious rhythmic tremors. He has to hold you up as you throw your head back and lose your balance, dependent on him to keep you upright. He takes over rubbing your pearl with a similar pressure as the one he watched you give yourself, and eased you back down from heaven into the bloody abyss on earth. 

For a second Ralph fears you’ve got too much control. What will he do if you tell him not to come at all? He’ll do as you command, of course, but how cruel were you going to treat him now that you’ve gotten what you wanted? He’s seen your handiwork all around, remember that. 

But your eyes turn soft and he’s worried you’re about to cry, that is until he watches you slip down to your bruised knees and ease your dress down your shoulders. Now you look positively debauched, breast bared and eyes turned up with a pleading look. 

“Finish on me, Ralphie.” You bit your lip and hope to god he’s still listening. “Right over my heart.” 

Ralph Lamont has never whimpered before. He’s doing it right now. How the fuck did he end up like this? 

He strokes his cooling cock, taking everything in from his position above you and feeling his drumming heartbeat in the throbbing of his member. The only word going through his head is yes

Ralphie gives one of you tits a squeeze, then gets an idea

It's a little awkward trying to get you to understand, but you catch on and there's this eager glow in your eyes

You help him slot his cock between your breasts and continue to jerk him off, using your hands as necessary to assist

He's not far now seeing you-- feeling you like that

Ralphie comes with a groan, a white rope painting your chin and splattering cockeyed down over your neck and onto the tops of your breasts. He has to catch himself on the counter as the next rope dribbles lower, half slipping into your cleavage and the rest staining the neckline of your ruined dress. His hips jerk once, twice. You let him slip from your embrace and twist your hand over the head just to milk whatever he has left into your mouth, and then he collapses into a heap beside you. 

You let him catch his breath for a minute, then grasp his jaw and turn his head towards you. You’re looking down your nose at him again and his vulnerable eyes beg for more. 

“Now look what you’ve done,” you gesture to the milky essence covering your skin in mock annoyance. “Clean it up like a good boy.” 

Eyes half lidded, Ralphie leans towards you in a trance, tongue swiping over every pearlescent trail and stray droplet until you’re ‘clean’ again

Completely spent, the man rests his head against your shoulder. Your hands come up to cradle him, stroking his matted hair as if you've not a care in the world

When he's ready he helps you stand up and straightens his clothes

Instead of helping you back into yours he strips you of them

"These will have to be burned, I'm afraid," he tells you. "Go on now, take a nice long bath and I'll call Kevin to see if he can take you somewhere for the night

You have to clear the tub and run it again to get truly clean. All of that grime builds up thick on your skin while you were having your acts of catharsis. 

You slip into a satin frock in your favorite color and let Kevin whisk you away to a movie for the night

As you fix your earring in the rearview mirror, you catch sight of Ralph Lamont on your balcony. He waves down at you leaning against the ledge and unbothered by the state of his clothes. From this far down, it doesn't look like blood

But you know better, don't you?

@hoodoo12 @escape-your-grape

[jimjamthehorrorman]

"Texas Hold Em'"

(PART TWO of the "Unconditional Love" fic. In this AU, the boys are all alive, modern setting and not cannibals. Just a bunch of eccentric boys with secrets. Hope you enjoy!)

Early morning, a tinge of blue coats the walls like thick paint. You forgot to close the curtains, but this isn't your house, so how would you remember so easily? You wonder if your dog is having a good time lazying up the house with your friend who came to pupsit. But you have other things to worry about, she's in good hands.

The guest room at the boys farm was empty other than an uncomfortable old futon, some strange bone art (as you know, Nubbins and Bubba are quite the taxidermy artists) and the subtle smell of a "cinnamon clove" candle on the dresser that really ties it all together.

The sound of a rooster crowing next to the window reminds you..

"The boys are up already. Today I finally get to meet the notorious 'Chop Top'" you thought to yourself, struggling to get the heavy flannel sheets off so you can get dressed. "first day as a farmhand, that's a step up from gas station attendant."

When Drayton saw how easily you got along with the boys, he realized that you could be a good addition to the farm. Obviously you wouldn't live there full time. You've got your own home and your own life seperate from them, but something draws you there when you have free time. Actually, someone.

Stomping down the hall, you hear boots already mud clodden. Speak of the devil, he knocks at the door frame with a gentle thud. He groans in a way that almost sounds like "are you up?" You see his eye barely peak through the gap in the door.

"I'm getting dressed, Bubba!" You shout, grasping at the sheets to cover yourself. You hear the sound of his heels turning and a slight jog that turns into some thudding and stomping again. He must have been embarrassed because he turned heel, ran, stumbled and hit the lamp in the hall on his way out.

"BUBBA YOU FOOL, YOU DAMNED NEAR BROKE GRANDMA'S GOOD LAMP!"

Drayton's up.

"GODDAMNIT BOY, GO ON OUT AND GET THE TRACTOR STARTED!"

You hope to yourself he isn't like that with you. Poor Bubba.

"You about ready in there Y/N? We've got to get some work done and then we'll get breakfast made." He took a totally different tone with you. It's almost sickening that he can be so nice to you and so mean to his brothers, but you can't complain because he'll do his best to hold his tongue with you around.

"I'll be out in just a few, Drayton! I'm putting my boots on now!"

He chuckled on his way down the hall.

"Chop Top's back from the VA Hospital, so be prepared. He's crazier than any of us." You can't tell if he's joking or dead serious.

You meet Nubbins at the door.

"Hey! Hey Y/N! Bubba wants you to meet the animals and his favorite are the birds! They're so nice, really good tempered! The ducks are his favorite but I think the chickens are mine!"

"Alright! We'll go check them out together, they have to be fed anyways right?"

"Oh yeah! And they eat real good too! Hungry little things!"

He prances down the lane towards a little crooked shack, Bubba's standing outside the door putting buckets of water and feed out for the birds. He just can't stop wearing that pretty mask and suit. He knows how much you like it and you haven't seen the other mask since the day you met. He's dressed to impress and he's going to get his dress boots dirty, you just KNOW it.

The sun's come up as you were coming down the lane and Nubbins, running in his standard silly formation, makes it to the door and slams it open, letting out all the chickens to Bubba's dismay. He hadn't finished putting everything down and now he has to get his shoes muddy to get back to the other side.

He looks to Nubbins and groans loudly, putting his hand up to his masked face. Shaking his head, he walks around the muddy nasty pen and finishes his job. As soon as he sees you he perks up, running out the pen and nearly ripping his good coat on the wire fence.

"Good morning big guy! Thanks for the privacy this morning!" You laugh as you watch his cheeks redden from under the mask. "It's alright you didn't know I was changing. Anything exciting planned for this afternoon?"

He points toward the gate at the end of the midpoint in the driveway, a truck is making it's way out toward the road and you see Drayton, his mouth running like he's cursing his whole way out. His window is closed but you feel for the poor soul on the other end of the phone.

Nubbins runs up and grabs you by the shoulder. "He's going to get Chop Top from the bus station in town! They finally got him out, he's going to get him and we'll have a great time, a hell of a time!"

You've heard wild stories about this guy, and you weren't sure how to feel about him but certainly he would come to be as close to you as the other boys.

Bubba and Nubbins finish doing their jobs while you get some Alfalfa treats for the cattle out back. Who knew these hefty old things were like big dogs themselves? The one with the biggest horns you knew to be "Dolly" the longhorn named by Drayton and his favorite. You give her a couple extra treats for good measure.

It's only been about fifteen minutes since Drayton left, and based on Nubbins' watch, he wouldn't be back for another 45. Now's your chance to get even closer to Bubba. He doesn't talk much but there's a spark and he for sure likes you.

More of an action than words guy, that boy.

"Hubba Bubba, look at you all fancy!" You smile at him, he's got his sleeves rolled up to the elbow, his pant legs rolled to the knee and he's slinging a 50 lb bag of cracked corn into the feeder. He looks down at you, giving you a once over before wiping corn dust off of his tie and jacket. "I'm done with my jobs if you want to go on a walk!"

Bubba giggles to himself before putting the burlap sack on the pile and walking up to you, excited to spend time with you, knowing soon you two can have a snack at the barn.

"So, do you like living on the farm?"

He nods, he loves it here with all the animals, you can tell. He scratches his chin under the mask. He must get hot wearing those all the time and shaves quite often so it must get itchy.

Walking down a hill toward the barn you pass a beaten up old shed. Getting too close to the door he grabs your hand and snags you in close to him. He's shaking his head no.

"What's wrong with the shed, Bub?"

He looks uncomfortable and points to the barn.

"Okay okay, we'll keep moving." You give him a pat on the lower back and keep walking before giving one hesitant glance back at the shed. What's in there and why is he not letting you in? Weird.

Halfway to the barn you realize you're still holding Bubba's hand. He's tangled his fingers up in yours and you feel him gently trailing his thumb around on your hand. He looks down at you every once in a while just to be sure you're comfortable. He's nervous and it's easy to tell.

You try your best to reassure him by doing the same and smiling back each time. He lets out a relieved sigh as you make it to the barn. A decrepit old metal barn from the 50s filled to the top on one side with square bales of hay and the other side a little table with five chairs and a couple of empty stalls sit. The barn is open on both sides other than the back, a torn up old screen sways back and forth in the wind, like a piece of paper held on with tape. Bubba retracts from your hand to pull down some bales with ease, stacking them into something roughly resembling a couch.

He flops down on them with only a slight rustle of the hay, obviously more comfortable than the little rusty metal ones at the table. He sits up and pats the bale beside him. You walk over and flop next to him, looking around to see that Nubbins is nowhere close by, you wrap your hand around his and lean into him. Between the heavy overalls you have on guarding you from the itchy hay and this space heater of a man, you're warm and comfy. Bubba gazes down at you and envelops you in his arms. He too is very comfortable.

---

"I think they're in the house, I couldn't really tell you!"

You hear Nubbins in the distance, it sounds like he's yelling to Drayton and Chop Top but you can't be sure.

They can't possibly be back yet unless...

Bubba's asleep. You were asleep. How long have you been out? How long have they been home? Is Nubbins covering for you?

"Well tell them if you see them before us that Chop Top and I are making lunch and they'll be too late if they don't get themselves up here!" Drayton sounded like he was content for the moment but if you didn't get to the house soon you'd be in big trouble. Footsteps trail around the back of the barn, Nubbins peaks in and whispers loudly to the both of you.

"Get yourselves together love birds! Drayton's gonna whoop my ass if you two don't get in this house soon. It'll be real bad! So hurry on up!" He blows a raspberry at the now awake Bubba who groans at the thought. You look up to see the bottom of his mask has rolled up to reveal a normal looking chin and mouth, a freshly shaven face is hidden by the mask every day and you don't get to see it so this is a glance you didn't expect. As he starts to roll down his mask, you grab his hand. He looks at you scared and worried.

"I'm not going to take it off" you smile at him and he calms, holding onto your hands. "I just want to try something and you have to tell me if you're uncomfortable okay? I won't ever try to make you uncomfortable."

Bubba nods at you, his left hand trailing up your arm, resting on the nape of your neck where he can run his fingers along your hairline. As you lean in for a kiss, he closes the gap. Your lips touch and he pulls you in closer, holding you in his arms.

Bliss. You may have been kissed before, but he was a whole other ballgame. He had never kissed before and there was a level of touch starvation that he was trying to cope with upon this embrace. He was holding you and being held by you at the same time and he was beyond happiness.

Bubba's depraved lips were soft as silk and cherry flavored as they grazed over yours, his cologne thick but not overpowering smelt of burning oak wood in a crackling fireplace. The only fire here is one of desire and soon you would both be burning. His hands crept up and down your back and hips, trailing over your hands and back to your hair. Soon enough you felt smooth shaven skin and soft pillowy lips crawling down your chin and neck, circling your shoulder. You were completely and utterly surrendered and victim to his tender embrace.

*horribly obnoxious phone ringing*

Bubba breathed hard letting you go, a sigh escaping his lips as he pulled his mask down again. You reach into your pocket and pick up the phone. Of course, Drayton was getting finicky.

"Where are you kids? Your jobs couldn't have taken that long!"

"Sorry Drayton we'll be right there!" He hung up and you could see the dissapointment in Bubba's eyes. You were dissapointed too but relieved because you weren't sure how far that could have gone. "Sorry Bubba, Drayton wants us at the house."

He grunted as he stood up, helping you up after him. He held your hand as you walked back to the house. You didn't get a snack, instead you got a whole lot of a hot take.

---

The birds squawked and cooed softly as you passed by, echoing the same calmness that filled the breeze. In that breeze came the smell of lunch: a mixture of fried eggs, bacon, fried apples, little crunchy potatoes and fresh squeezed orange juice. The taste of cherry carmex chap stick still lay thick on your lips as Bubba walked beside you.

It was going to be the best job you could ever have dreamed of.

[bella-ca]

BOUND- A TRR AU

Summary:

Y/N has always known she was different. She just didn’t realize how much. Upon her 18th birthday she gets information that will forever change her life. The stuff of her nightmares is reality. The things that go bump in the night really do exist. It’s up to her and her family to fight these monsters. Her life will never be the same. What happens when she falls in love with one such being? Will she live up to her legacy or become what she hunts?

A/N: My muse kept telling me this story needs to be told. I love anything related to supernatural/horror beings. I decided to use the Y/N= your name format. This is a TRR love story. It is a slow burn. This is unbeta. All mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy. Disclaimer: All characters belong ito choices by Pixelberry. I’m just borrowing them. Same with the pics they are not mine.

Warnings: violence, cursing, murder, revenge, death. By reading you are acknowledging you are at least 18 years of age.

Word count: 1608

Masterlist

Chapter 1

You’re running through the forest chasing another one. You hear the howl in the moonlight. You smirk. Like that is supposed to scare you. With your inhuman speed you catch up to the beast easily. You throw a dagger catching the beast in the shoulder blade. It howls in pain pulling out the knife and changing direction. You stop to pick up your dagger. You wipe the blood off the knife. The silver of the blade gleaming in the moonlight, You were surprised it touched the silver dagger. Pure silver is very painful for them to touch. It is one of the only things that can harm them. Usually you only got them back after killing the beasts. You keep the dagger in in your left hand and remove your gun from it’s holster. The clip loaded with silver bullets. You follow the trail of blood deeper into the forest. You approach cautiously listening for any movement. You have been tracking it for a while. You finally got a break after learning that this beast attacked a man earlier in the evening killing him. You caught his scent and have been tracking him ever since. You hear movement to your left and follow. You catch a glimpse of fur out of the corner of your eye. You throw the dagger catching him in the leg. He howls in pain but doesn't stop. He slows just enough for you to get a lock on him. You fire your gun twice catching him in the back. He slows but doesn't stop. He runs into a cave. Stupid bastard you think to himself. You cautiously walk to the entrance of the cave and find the beast. Laying on the floor. Bleeding out. It grabs the knife in his leg and throws it back at you. You dodge out of the way the dagger hits the floor with a clang. You smirk at the beast. “You have to do better than that.” You tell it as you aim your gun at the creature. It growled menacingly. You may kill me, but more will take my place. You hear in your mind. “You laugh then I will kill them too, until all you bastards are gone.” You aim for the heart and pull the trigger. Putting the beast out of its misery. As soon as you did it turned back into a human. You sighed pulling the body into the woods to bury it. That was the part you hated the most. Usually you could burn the body but you were afraid of the smoke attracting people so you would cut off the head and bury the body. It was dirty work, but hey you do what you gotta do.

7 years ago

“Happy Birthday Y/N!” You smile as you wake up. Your mom, dad and sister stand there. Thank you you say as they each hug you.

“Your an adult now. How do feel?” your little sister asks you.

You laugh “The same as I did yesterday.” you say taking a sip of the coffee.

“So do you have plans tonight? Your father asks.

“Well, I was going to head out with Alex and Josh. They said they want to go out clubbing tonight.”

Alex and Josh have been your best friends since you moved to Washington in 5th grade. They were like the brothers you never had. You were all very close. Your father didn't like the fact that your best friends were boys. Especially when you got older, but you told him that they were nothing more than friends. Your father was a well trained bodyguard and taught you everything you knew. He knew you could handle yourself around boys. Growing up you never got along with girls. They seemed to dislike you the second they saw you. You used to come home upset when you tried to make friends with them at school. Your mom and dad always told you it was just because they were jealous of you. You never understood why. It just seemed like they could sense something in you and they didn't like it.

As you got older, you saw the way all males were immediately drawn to you. They always told you how pretty you were. They would all make advances toward you but Alex and Josh made sure that they all left you alone. Sometimes they were a little too overprotective. You would shrug it off as them being overprotective of their little sister. After seeing how they protected you, your father warmed up to them quickly and considered them family. You were always more of a tomboy growing up. You excelled at sports. When you were about 16 you started to feel different. Your senses started to become sharper and you were stronger than most girls your age. You just thought it was puberty and all the self defense training your father was giving you was making you strong.

After finishing your breakfast, you got up to go for a run. You loved running feeling the breeze thru your hair. You felt free. It gave you time to enjoy nature and also helped to keep you in shape. After your run, you went back home and started working out in the basement of your parents home. Your father had changed into a training room for you to train in. You started hitting the punching bag.

“Hey sis” your sister Sofia called to you.

“Hey” you said back while throwing a spin kick to the bag.

“Don’t you ever get tired? She asks you rolling her eyes. She was always more of a girly girl. She stayed in shape, worked out and could defend herself to a point, but she never had the senses and strength that you had when you were her age. She was always the one chasing after the boys while you competed against them.

“I was wondering….can I go clubbing with you tonight?”

You paused and turned to look at her. “Seriously? You asked surprised.

“Umm...yeah” She says shrugging her shoulders.

“You know Dad will never allow it.” Your sixteen. How would you even get in?”

“Y/N I have been to clubs before .” she tells you rolling her eyes. “I don't know sis.” you tell her punching the bag again. “Aww come on Y/N please???” You don't turn around. You know if you see her puppy dog eyes you would say yes. She grabs your arm making you look at her. You see tears welling in her eyes as she gives you the puppy dog look. “Ugh ok.” you tell her. “But you have to be the one to ask Dad.” “Okay” she says a smile on her face as she leaves to go to school.

You smile going back to the bag. You know your father would never let her go. The only reason he let you go out at her age to parties was because of Alex and Josh. Sofia had friends but mostly girls so your dad was even more protective of her. Being your birthday, you took the day off from work. You spent the morning with your mom and had lunch with her at your favorite restaurant and went shopping with her for your birthday. She helped you pick out an outfit for the club that night. Of course you disagreed on what to get. She wanted to buy you a dress, but you felt more comfortable in jeans. When you got home you saw your dad was there. “Hey Dad your home early.” You tell him. Yeah, I took the afternoon off to spend time with your mom.” “Awww you old people are so cute.” you tell him with a smirk. “Excuse you, I am not old.” He tells you drawing you in for a hug. “You're lucky it’s your birthday or you would pay for that remark.” You both laugh. “Hey I got something for you.” He says giving you a box with a bow. “Happy Birthday Mija.” He tells you.

You open the gift and find an all silver dagger with beautiful etching on the handle with your initials on it.

“Dad it’s beautiful. I love it.” You take it out of the box and began to flip it in your hand. He taught you how to use various weapons but you always loved knives and daggers of all kinds. The way they felt in your hand. You loved practicing with them and you were damn good at it too. “Hey keep the fancy moves for the training room.” he tells you with a smile.” You grin putting it back in the box.

You were very close with your parents. They were always there for you. You trusted them with everything. There were never any secrets between you. You and your parents hung out together for a little bit before going out for a afternoon movie date. You were having a great day so far spending time with them. Little did you know the night of your 18th birthday your life would forever change.

Chapter 2

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