#causal wear ring

[sechijewels]

Genuine Lapis Lazuli Ring, 925 Sterling Silver Ring, Lapis Silver Ring, Blue Stone Ring, Lapis Statement Ring, September Birthstone Ring

[r3starttt]

ABBY’S CLOSET !!!

I picture Abby as someone with a very causal, sporty, not specific style. Like, she dresses for the occasion, if she’s going to the gym, looks like she’s going to the gym, if she’s going to work, she looks like she’s going to work. Definitely looks rich, fancy, but always causal and very very comfortable and not too many layers of clothes, something fresh. (rich blonde who dresses like a cool grandpa lol)

HC’S

Clothes: picture her as someone who dresses very sporty, like, pants, tank tops, sometimes hoodies. She uses bras as an accessory, to contrast her fit yk? also, uses shirts and t shirts with neutral colors mostly, loves jackets and jeans.

Shoes: adores boots, black and brown. Has a pair of white tennis shoes and that’s all, she doesn’t need anything else. Knows how to combine them with everything.

Basics: black or gray pants (jeans, sport pants, whatever) black boots, tank top

Her most used combo: pair of jeans or pants, white tank top and a blouse or a jacket

Accessories: don think she uses accessories, more like a cap or some rings but that’s all

Very specific

All her underwear is black and white, not fun colors or designs, she doesn’t like to think much about what’s she’s gonna use but doesn’t matter cause she makes it work.

Loves sweaters :) ofc she has lots of them and wears them a lot, but doesn’t really enjoy the sensation so they never last

Pajamas: shorts and a t shirt, she wears whatever seems comfortable but never her usual clothes, it has to be something she knows she’s not gonna use outside

>tlou closet

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Office Romance

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: making out in elevators

Summary: How do you expect to get any work done if your boss is none other than Natasha Romanoff? Does she feel the same about you?

Squares Filled: secret romance (2021) for @avengersbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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It’s hard to concentrate on the words you’re trying to type when the most beautiful woman is sitting in the office next to you. Your eyes keep drifting over your computer to look at her through the small glass window next to her door. She is causally chewing on a piece of gum and popping it every so often. Her pretty red lips form a perfect O when she blows the piece of gum. 

What you wouldn’t give to be on the receiving end of that mouth.

“Bitch, are you listening?”

Your coworker, Wanda, throws a wadded piece of paper at your head. You snap out of your trance and look into her knowing eyes. She has a smirk on her face that doesn’t leave even as she goes back to her job.

“What?”

“I need those files over ASAP. I can’t do my job if you don’t do yours.”

“Right,” you mumble and focus on your computer instead.

“Thank you,” she says once you send her the files she needs, “now you can get back to daydreaming about the boss.”

“Shut up.” Your phone rings and you start to sweat when you see your boss is trying to conference you into her call. You smooth back your hair as if you’re going to see her and pick up the phone. “Yes, ma’am?”

“I need you to come into my office.”

“Of course.” you hang up. “She wants me in her office. How do I look?”

“Pull your shirt down a bit. Make the girlies pop.” You do as she says. “Now button your shirt up because you look ridiculous.”

“Fuck you.”

You get up without adjusting your shirt and walk the twenty feet over to Natasha’s office. You knock once even though she asked you to come in and open the door.

“You called?”

Your eyes can’t help but drift lower to her breasts. Everything she wears makes them look bigger than they are, so they are spilling over the top in a classy way. She is wearing a black pencil skirt with a white button-up that has the first three buttons undone because her shirt wouldn’t close otherwise. You quickly look up in hopes she didn’t see you checking her out.

“I need you to get these files sent over to purchasing right away.” You grab the files and are about to make your exit when she stops you. “Wait, I forgot one.”

You turn to see her walk over to her file cabinet and open the bottom drawer. She bends down with her ass sticking out towards you. Of course, you’re going to look. It’s like she wants you to look at how perfect her ass is. You bite your lower lip to stop the sinful thoughts from coming out. When she stands and turns, you snap back into reality and look as if you weren't checking her out.

“Thank you,” you say and grab the other file.

“No, thank you,” she smiles flirtatiously.

You quickly head back to your desk not missing the sly smirk Wanda gives you. It’s very hard to get your job done when your boss has an office right next to your desk, but it’s even harder when she makes a show of eating her lunch as if she wants you to look at her. There are times when you think she might be into you, but then you think that she’s your boss and that would be inappropriate.

The only work you get done is sending the files over to purchasing while the rest of your time is spent fantasizing about what you’d do if you got her into your bed. The end of the day comes quicker without you staring at the clock every hour. It’s time to go home and have a really long and cold shower.

“I’ll meet you down at the car, okay?” Wanda says as she packs her things up.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

You and Wanda live together and often ride in the same car. The only way you won’t is if one of you needs to leave early or do something after work. Natasha gets done with her work at the same time as you, so you two meet just as you’re leaving your cubicle and she is leaving her office.

“You know, I’m really proud of you and the work you’ve been doing.” You and Natasha walk to the elevators together. “Keep it up and I’ll put in a good work to the board about a raise.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” you grin.

“Please, call me Natasha or Nat. Whatever you prefer. Ma’am makes me feel so old,” she chuckles and walks onto the elevator with you.

“Okay, Nat.”

You and Natasha are standing so close together in the already small elevator, that you can practically feel the heat radiating off her skin. The air is thick with tension, the kind of tension only touching might relieve. All you want to do is kiss her. Does she feel it? If she does, does she feel the same? You look at the digital number at the top of the elevator that tells you what floor you’re on, and it’s counting down very slowly. Has it always been this slow? You sneak a peek at Natasha to see her already looking at you. You quickly look away in hopes she didn’t see you checking her out, but the damage has been done.

Fuck it, Natasha thinks. She drops her bag onto the ground and grabs both sides of your face. She pulls you into her and kisses you like she was always meant to be there. You drop your bag in shock but you kiss her back like you’ve always wanted to. You’ve imagined this scenario ten different ways and all of them involved with you taking her back to your place regardless if Wanda is there or not.

You back up into the wall with her lips still attached to yours, and she slides her hands into your hair to get a better grip on you. The universe has it so that as soon as Natasha gets her lips on you, the digital number picks up speed because before you know it, you’re at the ground level. Natasha pulls away from you and grabs her bag as if nothing happened.

She looks perfect as always while your hair is a bit disheveled, your clothes are a bit wrinkled, and you’re pretty sure your lips are swollen.

“Tomorrow, come in a little earlier. I need to have a meeting with you.”

The elevator doors open and Natasha is the first one to step off.

“Yes, ma’am,” you whisper.

Wanda is waiting there with an impatient look on her face but once she sees you and Natasha, that disappears. Your boss doesn’t give Wanda a lick of attention as she walks by, and Wanda smiles widely when she sees the look on your face. She reaches into her purse to grab her small compact, opens it, and shoves it in your face. Natasha’s red lipstick is all over your mouth. It’s clear what you two were doing in there.

“Shit,” you gasp and fix as much of yourself as possible.

“If you’re gonna fuck her, at least give me some of the perks.”

“Shut up,” you chuckle, unable to stop the blush from spreading up your cheeks.

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[janeyseymour]

hiii!! i love your writing and i hope you’re doing well <3 i was hoping to request a melissa x reader with “causal” work crush between the two of them. reader is a very put together teacher during school hours but a trendy aesthetic person off campus. mel comes across reader at the grocery store and is astonished at the revealing alternative style and sexy tattoos. reader gets super nervous and shy once mel teasingly approaches. no one at work has ever seen her like this but especially not her crush melissa

oh wow, this one... nice. written as i procrastinate cleaning my house!

Personal and Professional

wc: ~2.4k

You grew up hearing from both of your parents that you should never mix the personal with the professional. So you compartmentalize. You’ve always done it. You kept school life away from home life when you could, and now you keep your work life away from your home life. That’s not to say that you aren’t friends with your coworkers at school. It’s just that it’s much easier to keep professional Y/N and personal Y/N separate.

And the personal and professional you are two entirely different people.

You see, at school, you’re ‘Miss Y/N’. You keep it all together. You’re buttoned up, you’re conservative in your clothing style, and you strive to maintain that aura of professionalism that you see coming off of people like Barbara Howard. You’re pretty damn good at it too. You’re kind, you allow your coworkers to see small bits of your home life (“Oh, I’ll probably just do some grocery shopping before laying on my couch for the entirety of the weekend… maybe I’ll go to the gym,” is your usual response when they ask what you’re doing over the weekend), and the teachers have all come to respect you once you settled into your position.

But once the school hours are over and you can let your hair down, both figuratively and metaphorically, you trade out your blouse and sweater or blazer for more form-fitting and revealing shirts, pants that aren’t slacks, and you change your flats to your doc martens that you’ve been rocking since the eleventh grade. You take out the clear stud and put in your nose ring, and exchange earrings different from the delicate hoops you wear to school. Your multiple tattoos show in your street clothes, and you love it. 

You’re not entirely sure how your coworkers would feel if they knew that this was how you presented yourself outside of the school, but it doesn’t matter. They’re so used to seeing you all done up to teach that even if they did see you outside of school, they probably wouldn’t recognize you. You sure as hell wouldn’t go out of your way to say hello if you saw one of them outside of campus.

But then things start to change about six months into working at Abbott.

Shit. You have a thing for one of your coworkers- Melissa Schemmenti to be exact. It’s a very casual and silly thing the two of you have going on, really. She flirts with you, you flirt with her; it’s all in good fun. You know that you’ll never act on it though because you keep your many lives as far away from each other as possible, even going as far as grocery shopping a few streets over from where you know most of your coworkers go in order to not run into them. You’ve never had an issue with running into anyone outside of the school anyway- why would that change?

“What are your plans for the weekend, hot stuff?” Melissa flirts with you while you’re eating lunch. “And don’t give me your usual answer… you gotta have more of a life than what you lead on, miss mysterious.”

You roll your eyes. “You wish I was with you.”

She hums in lieu of an answer before asking you again, “What are your plans for the weekend?”

“Honestly?” you chuckle. “Probably some grocery shopping, I have a friend coming over tomorrow, and then Sunday is a day to grade and veg out on the couch while I catch up on some shitty reality tv.”

“Sounds riveting,” the redhead jokes.

“Well, what do you have going on?”

“Nothin’,” she grins. “I fully plan on staying in my Eagles sweatshirt and catching up on laundry and some chores- probably have some wine while I’m at it. Care to join me on Sunday after I go to church?” She’s never asked you if you wanted to hang out outside of work before, and it throws you for a loop. You nearly choke on your salad.

“Oi,” she huffs playfully. “I was just messin’. I don’t want to have to endure any of that shit reality tv in my house.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “I wouldn’t want you to have to sit through that either.” The two of you finish up your lunches and head back to your classrooms to deal with your monsters for the rest of the Friday.

“See you Monday, babe,” Melissa winks at you as she closes the door to her classroom and locks it.

“Oh, counting down already, I see,” you roll your eyes. “See you Monday, babe.”

When you get home, you change out of your stuff work attire and into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. You change out your jewelry for the things you prefer. You fully plan on laying on your couch with a bottle of wine on this lazy Friday night, but when you get home you realize that you finished off your favorite white last weekend. With a sigh, you go into your bedroom to change into some nicer street clothes- you would rather be caught dead than wear sweatpants and a sweatshirt out in public. At the front door, you pull on your docs, and then you’re off to the grocery store.

If you’re there now, you decide it’s best to just get your grocery shopping for the week out of the way. You grab a cart and start perusing the aisles like you usually do.

You have a few things in your cart when you find yourself in the aisle with the wines and beers, and you’re currently pouring over the selections. What would your friend want? Probably just some Yuengling. So you throw a case of that into your cart before turning to look for the wine that you love. Little do you know, Melissa is turning her cart down the aisle that you’re currently in, and she recognizes you almost immediately.

You look so starkly different than she’s used to seeing you. If she’s being honest, she’s a little thrown off with your outfit. She’s so used to seeing you in your work attire, your hair either in a neat, low bun or down. But here? This look is entirely different from what she was expecting you to be done up in outside of work. She of course knew that you wouldn’t always be dressed like a teacher, but wow. She was not expecting this. You’re in a pair of tighter, ripped black jeans, you have a tank top on, and your hair is thrown up into a stylish messy bun with a few pieces strategically pulled out to give off the appearance that it’s an effortless look (it is for you). Is that a tattoo on your shoulder that she sees? And a tattoo on your arm? How has she never noticed that before? You have a cartilage piercing, bold earrings for your first and second, and… is that a nose ring? She didn’t even know you had your nose pierced. If Melissa’s honest with herself, it only makes you that much more attractive.

You turn, satisfied with your decision, and pop the bottle into the top of your shopping cart. You make eye contact with the redhead that is practically drooling over the sight of you. You give her a shy wave, but you don’t dare to interact. Don’t mix the personal from the professional. The woman snaps out of her own trance and waves back with a curious look.

You continue down the aisles, and you think that you’re in the clear from Melissa- you acknowledged her, that’s all you had to do. She goes on her way too, but the two of you run into each other again during checkout.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” she winks at you as she starts putting her groceries up on the conveyor belt. “Never pegged you as a beer girl.”

“Hey,” you say softly, shyly. “It- it’s actually for my friend.” That also throws Melissa for a loop. At school, you’re so confident, quick to make a remark. But now, you sound like you have something caught in your throat, and you nervously tuck one of the loose strands of hair behind your ear, as if that would make you more professional looking. “I’ve never seen you around here before?”

“I usually go to the one that everyone else goes to, but they were out of my wine, so…” she gestures to it before putting it up on the belt. “It was worth the extra ten minute drive though if it means I get to see you.” She winks at you with those emerald green eyes of her, but you don’t reciprocate. You nervously worry your lip between your teeth, as if you have no idea what to say.

Melissa understands your hesitation and shrugs. The two of you stand in line together awkwardly. She’s rung up, and as she leaves, you call a gentle, “Have a good weekend, see you Monday.”

She turns and blows a kiss your way, waving flirtatiously before leaving.

Your weekend is nice. Your friend comes over, you go out to the clubs, and you almost forget about the encounter that you had with the hot redheaded second grade teacher.

The small break from work is over all too soon, and you find yourself somewhat dragging yourself into Abbott on Monday, but duty calls. You’re back to wearing your lightly colored blouse and a sweater over top to cover the tattoo that you didn’t feel like putting makeup over today, you’re back in your dress pants and flats. You didn’t even bother to do your hair, just simply brushing it and letting it cascade over your shoulders instead.

You enter the staff lounge and it’s empty, as it always is. You’re always the first one in. Whoever comes next is always a mystery, but today, it’s Melissa Schemmenti. Of course it is. Without anyone else there to buffer, you know she is absolutely going to bring up your meeting on Friday night.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” the redhead says suavely. “Have a nice weekend?”

“Yeah, babe,” you shoot out. The coffee pot dings. “You want some?”

“You know I always do,” she sighs out as she makes a move for the cabinet with the mugs inside. She grabs hers before sauntering over to you. The second grade teacher hands you the mug before cozying up to you.

“For you,” you roll your eyes as your pour the scalding hot liquid into her cup.

“Thanks, babe,” she smirks and winks. “So… when were you goin’ to tell me about this little number?” she rests a gentle hand on your shoulder- the one with the tattoo.

“What do you mean?” you chuckle.

“That tattoo,” she licks her lips.

“I forget it’s there,” you roll your eyes. “Young Y/N mistakes.” Not true at all. You love that tattoo, and most of your street clothes show it off. 

“It’s sexy,” she tells you lowly. “Kinda like the ear spike and the nose ring I had no idea you had.”

“I’m a different woman outside of school, babes,” you tell her, smirk evident as you start to fix your own coffee. “Didn’t realize I had to tell you about it all.”

“You don’t,” she shrugs. “I’ll find it all out myself… little miss alt girl.”

“In your dreams,” you fire out, and you get pretty close to her.

“Oh, every night,” she challenges you and moves even closer. At this point, the two of you are nose to nose.

And wow, it wouldn’t take much more for you to-

“Good morning!” Janine bursts in through the door, not knowing what she’s walking into.

You and Melissa couldn’t jump away from each other faster. The young, energetic teacher starts to ramble on all about her weekend, and your other colleagues start to make their way in. When it comes time to watch the news, Melissa settles herself in next you. Her hand finds its way to your shoulder, and she starts to trace the outline of you tattoo. Then, you feel the redhead’s hand make its way to your arm, where the other tattoo is that she saw. You didn’t know she saw that one too. She lets her fingers lazily trace around that one as well. All of your coworkers are too enamored with what’s happening on the screen to really notice, and Melissa’s green eyes are trained on the television as well. You could not be further from what’s happening on the screen. All you can think of is Melissa, and the things that she’s doing right now are driving you crazy.

Soon though, the kids will start to trickle in, and you know you have to get to your classroom. So you head out, a flirtatious smile and wink thrown the second grade teacher’s way before you close yourself into your room. You take a deep breath, and get ready for your day.

As you’re about to make your way out of your classroom, you hear heeled boots clinking along the linoleum floor, and you know those boots belong to the redhead that’s been on your mind all day.

“Hey, babe,” you says, back turned to the door, but you know it’s her. “Come to walk me out?”

The clicking gets louder, and before you can even think, Melissa has you pinned up against your desk. You can feel the corner of it digging into your back, and then you don’t because all you can feel are her lips on yours. Instinctively, you kiss her back. It’s better than you had been dreaming of. And then she pulls back, wipes away the lipstick she left smudged, wipes her own mouth to fix her own lip, and then winks at you.

“I’m done pretending that all this flirting we do is harmless,” she says once she’s righted herself. “You, me, dinner tonight at The Capital Grille. 6, sharp.”

You don’t know what else to do other than nod.

“And don’t come dressed in your teacher outfit,” she instructs. “I want the babe that you are… Ear spike, nose ring, tattoos out.”

With that, she turns on her heel and makes her way out of your room. As she’s making her way down the hall, you hear her call over her shoulder, “Don’t miss me too much!”

So much for not mixing the personal with the professional.

Next

[sanakimohara]

“DDLG” H. H. Pt. 2

A/N: Someone made this request and I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT WHEN I TRIED TO ANSWER THEM….i almost had a breakdown from the guilt (I’m so sorry love) but here’s more DDLG Hyunjin for you guys 🖤

[ MDNI ]

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Dom Hyunjin has you spoiled rotten to the core. His card lives in your hand and he loves it. “Daddy, look what I bought today. It comes with this too..” you show off everything you get and he’ll sit there admiring it all. His spending isn’t deemed a reward for you. No, it’s more of a natural instinct of showing his affection towards you, and his giving nature only makes you softer for him. He gives and you take.

Dom Hyunjin is a borderline hard dominant. He lets you get away with a lot of things if you’re in public but when you’re alone you pay the price tenfold. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t work on him often. Acts of submission do. “You want to be forgiven that bad?” “If you’re really sorry do as your told, baby doll.” “Stop crying. You asked for this, remember?”

Dom Hyunjin will mock you. He loves it, mirroring your pathetic pleads and dramatic pouts. He could be pressing your tear stained face into the pillows, laughing softly as you cry and tremble underneath him. You know he doesn’t mean any harm by it but the notion that he could care less turns you on more than you care to admit.

Dom Hyunjin gets possessive so easily. He’s not particularly fond of anyone eyeing you for more than two seconds. When you’re out together he’s got a causal grip on you. An arm around your waist or a firm hand on your lower back. Doesn’t matter to him as long as you’re in line of reach. It’s comforting on a surface level but you know he’s being discreetly territorial.

Dom Hyunjin likes to get a before and after shot of you everytime he fucks you. It’s a common habit you don’t entirely understand but find oddly endearing. Seeing your makeup so elegantly done just to be ruined with tears and a mixture of cum brings a smile to his face without fail. He’ll sneak in some pictures of you sleeping, all worn out, and curled into his side.

Dom Hyunjin prefers you wear skirts or dresses around him. If you add stockings/thigh high socks with it he inevitably trails after you all day, waiting for the perfect moment to bend you over and get a much a deserves taste of your cunt. You can try and swat his hands away or telling him “No, not now daddy. I’m busy.” He won’t hear a word you say, pushing your skirt above your hips, and kneeling to kiss the curve of your ass. “Don’t mind me then.” He murmurs against your skin, tracing your slit over your lace panties with two fingers, and you give in with a soft moan.

Dom Hyunjin sends you gifts when he’s away. Some are sentimental, intricate flower bouquets, personalized jewelry, and anything he finds particularly cute that he knows you’d like. You have a growing collection of designer products/clothes he’s given you. Never, once have you complained or wanted to return something because he doesn’t make a mistake…ever.

Dom Hyunjin lets you play with the rings on his hand when you’re bored, secretly adoring the way your fingers glide through his, and the slight size difference between them. Sometimes you don’t realize you’re doing it as a way to cope if you’re anxious.

Dom Hyunjin gives you random head pats when you’re completing a task. “Look what I made, daddy! Lix helped me..” you beam a smile at him, holding up the platter of fudge squares you’ve made, and he can’t help but to praise your efforts. “They look amazing, baby.” He compliments you softly, tousling your hair just a little as you giggle quietly, and hold up a piece for him to taste. He’ll gladly take a bite, letting half of it melt on his tongue before offering what’s left to you. “Open,” he commands gently, smiling as your lips fall apart, obediently accepting the treat with a smile.

Dom Hyunjin styles your hair a lot. Especially during aftercare -he’s adamant about brushing through it a hundred times, gentle as ever with you, and tying it back with a bow/ribbon of your choice. You doze off quickly each time, genuinely comforted by the gesture. Even in public he’ll play with your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear if it’s out of place, or fluffing it to frame your face perfectly.

Dom Hyunjin travels with you frequently. Flying from country to country is common for you two but doing it together is exceptionally exciting. It’s not everyday you get to spend a week in Paris before landing in Japan the very next day. “Can we go to the Sanrio store in Tokyo tomorrow?” He looks up from scrolling on his phone, squinting as he thinks of an answer, and eventually he nods in agreement. “We can. After the campaign shoot though. How’s that sound, baby doll?” You grin at him and rush to plant a kiss on his cheek to which he steals one from your lips. “That works for me…”

Dom Hyunjin doesn’t set too many rules for you. He’s aware you’re capable of taking care of things yourself, that you’re independent, and headstrong. However, when you do want to release control to him the transition is seamless. He can read you like a book when it happens. How quiet you get in public or gravitating to him at events. The slightest expression in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know. He’ll do any act of service for you, lace up your heels, order your meals, and carrying your belongings or bags. Princess Treatment galore.

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Like I said someone requested this but I accidentally deleted it when I tried to reply to it….🖤 so I’m really sorry and I hope they see this and know it’s for them 😭🖤

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]

His “Yes…” in the audio….???? that’s exactly how he’d sound saying it to you. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. 🖤 Credits to the creator fr 🖤

[omegaverse-anthropologist]

bites

this post is inspired by @beta-adjacent’s post about bite marks. i got really emotional thinking about friends exchanging bites and wanted to say more about it lol

bonding bite facts

bite scars, like all other scars, vary in visibility and permanence from person to person. in historical practice, various substances (clay, ash, or ink, most commonly) were applied to a fresh bite to improve visibility and permanence. modern practice uses ‘bite powder’ or ‘bite ink’ for those who want a more permanent, easily detectable scar. this is the most common scarification practice, present in most cultures globally.

bites can be exchanged in various locations on the body. claiming or mating bites tend to be found at the scent glands on the neck, but can be left anywhere on the body. marking other locations are considered nontraditional—it would be akin to wearing a wedding ring on a finger other than the left ring finger (in cultures where that is the traditional location).

healthy bonding bites do not typically affect a person’s inherent scent. a person may release more detectable ‘happy pheromones’ after exchanging bites with a loved one, but these tend to fade after a few weeks. conversely, a person may release more detectable ‘distressed pheromones’ after receiving a bite under duress, and these tend to linger much longer.

biting someone who accepts under duress is no different from biting someone who has clearly rejected it. in the US, forcing a bite is considered felony assault and battery

mating bites may be administered in a variety of settings. a traditional practice between omegas and their alpha or beta mates is to exchange bites during their first heat after the pair has agreed to mate. some cultures practice ‘claiming ceremonies,’ where the mated pair exchanges bites in front of their families and friends, community leaders, and/or religious leaders.

bite types

mating or claiming bites - most commonly located on or around the scent glands at the nape. historically, alphas were not marked when mating with betas or omegas, but in current society bites tend to be exchanged between mates of any sex rather than used as a tool for alphas to stake a claim on someone of a so-called ‘lower sex.’

pack or bonding bites - most commonly located on or around the scent glands at the wrist. in some more traditional or long-established packs, either the pack alpha or chief omega administers pack bites to new members. popular culture treats this practice as old-fashioned, with some young people referring to it as a ‘boomer bite.’ in younger or more progressive packs, any member may extend the bite to an unmarked pack mate.

camaraderie bites, also called ‘bestie bites’ - may be located anywhere on the body. a more recent practice, only from the last 60 years or so, stemming from the free love movement and sexual revolution of the 1960s and 70s. these bites are exchanged between close friends, but are not typically an expectation. to share a camaraderie bite with a friend is a mark of profound intimacy. in many young adult novels, a life changing experience shared between friends is punctuated by the exchange of camaraderie bites. some groups have expressed displeasure with this trend, as they feel it cheapens the significance of the camaraderie bite.

bite perks

mated pairs report increased happiness in their relationship, though causality between the bite’s presence and relationship satisfaction is unclear.

bite-bonded packs demonstrate a similar phenomenon with similarly unclear causality

friends who exchange camaraderie bites tend to report a stronger sense of connection, satisfaction, and contentment in all of their friendships, not just the bite-bonded one.

individuals in healthy bite-bonded relationships of any type report a stronger sense of self and belonging, which is associated with positive health outcomes, job satisfaction, and overall happiness

bite-bonded married couples and unmarried couples with registered mating bites receive the same social and legal privileges

global acceptance for same sex (i.e. a-a and o-o) mates is increasing rapidly, with legal recognition for these mating arrangements in over 85% of countries

[lamaery]

Annabelle Cane

This is my second attempt at her and I am glad I gave it some time and practice before trying again, since I am much, much happier with this version. Hands are still a pain though...

image description: [softly painted, digital portrait of Annabelle Cane in front of a medium dark purple backdrop. She is a dark skinned, young woman with short white hair, which sputter over parts of her forehead in fine web-like silky threads from the side. She wears goldrimmed, octagonal glasses,a golden nose ring. and big teardrop shaped creoles with thin threads crisscrossing in the loops. Her dress is dark violet and has a white peter pan collar tied together with a black silk bow. A white, crocheted cardigan lies causally over her shoulders. Her foreamrs come out from under the free hanging sleeves. Between her hands, she playfully holds a golden zippo lighter with a violet web design thinly edged into it. Barely visible very fine threads stretch out from her fingertips, glowing in a faintly purple light. The same light glows in the deepned of her pupils, which which she cautiously glances down at the viewer.]

[toomanywordsnllines]

Some would think that the hardest person to put into some formal wear would be Ghost.

He uses the comfiest clothing he has, soft and big enough for easy movement and with as many pockets as humanly possible. The man's practicality in his dressing style is what tends to make people think this way. (Also the fact the man just seems to rotate the same.... four pair of.... everything for weeks on end)

But no not really. When time does come, Ghost is someone that cleans up well. He makes sure his suits fit him like a glove, no unecessary bunching or tightness that would make the whole ordeal be hellish. Always making sure he has spots to hide his weapons "just in case". His hair might be the only issue in everything - but it's not from a lack of trying. The thing has life for itself.

He even makes sure to treat the little invisible parts of his face with care (though that's mostly with someone's else's help).

He's a sight to see when formal wear comes into play. Layering being his best friend even in this situations. Shirts. Jackets. And the vests he uses, usually subtly decorated, hug his chest and middle tight but elegantly. It's both mouth watering and knee weakening.

And does Soap want to kneel

It's rare, but god is it a devine look. Ghost's elegance and confidence always radiate brighter, putting the sun to shame, when he leaves the bathroom.

Dressed and ready to go. Smelling phenomenally like a fresh shower and soft cologne.

Soap always has to count to ten before he even approaches the man. Controlling himself to not do.... something that would get them all late.

But no it's not Ghost who's a pain in the ass to get dressed to the nines. (Soap would even go as far and say the man always looks forward to putting on a nice suit)

And it's not Soap either.

You see being raised with an.... arrangement of sister's makes you a little more preoccupied in your appearance. God forbid he goes out with them in just a plain pair of sweatpants. (He did it once, and wore dress shoes on purpose to see the vein in his twin sister pop and his youngest eye twitch. His mom just shook her head with laughter)

But, no. Johnny takes great pride in getting dressed nicely. Always making sure his accessories go well with the vests and shirts he puts on. From rings to earrings and necklaces. Never too much. Just to pop attention to where he wants people to look

There's this....."necklace" that he loves wearing. For no reason in specific, of course, it's not like Johnny hasn't seen Simon look at him hungrily when he uses it or anything... It's also not because he always leaves some buttons undone when he uses it.... He finds it pretty, is all.

His style is marginally different from Ghost's, of course. While the man likes to go more monochromatic with it. Johnny takes pleasure in mixing blues and golds. Red's, Green's. He has either shirts decorated subtly. Or vests that are the center of attention in different graceful shapes.

He has fun in it. Gets a little boost of euphoria in putting some nice pants that hug his ass nice just right and a vest that flatters his chest correctly. He always forgoes a jacket though. Having the tendencie to roll the sleeves up his arms and leaving his arms exposed. (Price has told him multiple times to not do that since it's not "formal enough"....

"But sleeves are so itchy, Price." He whines, making the most miserable face he can.

Price sighs, pitching the bridge of his nose

"You know what? I'm too tired for this." "Do whatever you want, but make sure to cover your tattoo.")

The perfect image on causally put together - as his sister would tell him.

He also takes pleasure in stealing Ghost's nice colognes and using them on himself. Going sometimes for Gaz to help him fix his hair and eyebrows, making sure everything is in place.

So as you can tell. It's not Ghost nor Johnny. Gaz is of course not even close to that list. And price may grumble (because of the loss of his dear hat) but he gets the job done.

No, the person who is a fucking pain in the ass to get ready. And to pry out of the bed with a hammer so he puts on a fucking pair of nice pants is no one else but local Cockroach Gary, pain in Soap's ass, Sanderson.

Who see's anything besides t-shirts, jumpers and tank tops as a straight jacket. It's like getting a five year old dressed for the cousins wedding. Fighting tooth and nail to get the bastard in nice pants.

"It's tight," he whines, feeling talkative on this day where things don't really go his way.

Soap eye twitches.

Ghost chuckles from where he's shaving by the sink.

Soap is very close to throwing a bottle of shampoo at his head

Johnny has been fighting him, physically, for over an hour to get him in the vest. He could forgoe it. It's not necessary. But he knows Roach likes layers, feels more protected with it, so it would make him the most comfortable to go with it.

"Ah dinnae see ye complainin' when ye put on yer tactical vest-" he tightens his hands on the buttons when Roach squirms again "- stop squirmin', bloody Jesus- I'll go get the fuckin' pesticide, Gary dinnae tempt me."

At that Ghost let's out a breathless little laughter and when Soap looks up furiously at him in the mirror the man has his head hanging low, shaking with suppressed laughter.

"Ye think, this's funny? Come dae the job yourself then," he grumbles, giving up with hands towards the air.

"Take care of yer man."

Roach huffs up at him, crossing his arms over an half buttoned vest and an messed up shirt. Johnny doesn't even want to look at his hair, least him have a stroke right there and then. Good thing they decided to start dressing a good length of time before they need to get out.

Him and Ghost trade spots, Johnny finally getting in front of the mirror to get himself ready. His eyes don't get the idea though, straying constantly to the reflection on the two men standing behind him.

Roach refuses to look up as Ghost gets in front of him, posture relaxed and mirth rolling out of him in waves. A hand flutters through his hair gently but he stays looking at the floor until Simon rests his hands on each side of his face and lifts it to look at him. Ghost lifts an eyebrow

"What's all this, then," he says in an exaggerated accent. He does it softly, getting a huff of laughter from Johnny.

His eyes don't leave Gary's tho.

"Tight," he hisses through gritted teeth.

Simon hums as his eyes gaze down slowly his body. Analizing. Roach supresses a shiver.

"This was tailored for you." Ghost puts two fingers between the vest and Roach's chest, pulling gently the fabric towards himself, observing the give and leeway of the cloth in question. "It's impossible to be tight," he points out, head still sucked down, looking through his lashes at Roach, through Roach.

They stand in silence, staring.

Gary is the first to yield.

'It's...it presses...wrong.' He signs, 'Uncomfortable.'

Simon's hand presses gently over Gary's left side, right over his ribs. An acknowledge of what exactly is getting pressed...wrong. Roach let's out a sigh before Ghost pulls away to stand in front of him, head turned to the side and eyes fixated - thinking.

"Johnny." The man in question stops fussing with his hair, eyes already fixed on the ones that stare at him from the reflection. "Do you have your black suit at hand?"

He pauses for a second. "Ah think so, yeah."

So they all stop what they're currently doing and scavenger Soap's side of the wardrobe until he comes out with a triumphant yell.

"Ah asked him an hour ago if he wanted to wear somethin' of mine and he said nae", he says deadpanned as he watches Ghost take the pieces carefully out of the protective bag. He then glares directly at Roach.

Who was fluttering his lashes innocently at him.

He rolls his eyes passing the two to get back to the bathroom and finish getting ready. Gary catches him by the waist. Pulling him in and kissing him on the corner of his mouth. An apology.

Soap hums, turning more fully and pecking him on the lips.

"Sweet talk me all ye want, love. It ain't gonna work." And then he leaves, slapping Roach's backside and booking it for the bathroom in giggles at the man's indignant yelp.

Thirty minutes later and John is up and ready to go sitting on the couch waiting for the other two. It's all quiet besides the occasional muffled sound of Ghost's voice.

It takes thirty more for the bedroom door to open. And when it does Soap is up and looking up eagerly, holding his breath.

Simon is the first one to leave the room. Dressed in all blacks. Hair slicked back nicely, a single rouge strand falling gently over his forehead. Shirt hugging his biceps deliciously and tidied up to perfection. Little gold brooches rest on the collar of his shirt harmonizing everything.

Enticing Soap to kiss his neck

He decided to wear the vest that Soap has dubbed his favorite. Completely black save for the gold accented flowers that frame the whole thing. It accentuates his waist and makes Simon's pale skin and hair shine even under the god awful lights of the livingroom.

The slacks sit comfortably on his legs and God do they make them look like miles longer than they actually are. Fighting for their lives at his thighs and ending just under the ankle. Just missing the shoes and jacket that are by the door.

Soap has to bite his lip and exhale through his nose.

Breathtakingly, drop dead fucking gorgeous is what he is.

He kills for that man.

Ghost saunters closer to him and rests both of his hands on Soap's waist, leaning closer to nuzzle against his freshly groomed stubble. Cologne fills Soap's nose, leaving him dizzy.

He notices familiar earrings resting prettly on Simon's ears. And his knees almost buckles when he realizes they're his.

Dark blue, almost black, just like the vest he's wearing.

"Gorgeous" his voice leaves him in a rough rumble, vibrating in his chest and leaving close to Simon's ear.

The taller man's hand snake to his chin, and heavy eyes look down on him.

"You're not too bad yourself," he mutters, bending slightly to kiss him. It's soft and sweet. Long. And doesn't go any father than that before he's pulling away with a peck on the corner of Soap's lips.

He smacks Soap's ass before going to the door.

"Cheeky." Johnny laughs before he turns back to the bedroom door and his breath catches on his chest once more.

Roach stands by the bedroom door, hands in his pockets. He looks.... Well not self conscious. That's not a word for someone like Gary-

Shy.

Timidly looking at Soap with a soft blush covering his cheeks. And Johnny is stunned into silence.

While Ghost looks sharp and downright sexy in his suit, Roach looks softer. Perhaps it's because of how the clothing sits a little more baggy on him. Jacket longer for his slightly shorter frame. Shirt buttoned with a loose short tie.

His hair is a mixture of slicked back and ruffled. Arranged so the longer pieces curl beautifully behind his face. There's a little golden hairpin close to his ear holding some of his fringe back. Framing it and bringing the green of his eyes forward. Shining with their specks of brown.

All Soap can think is that he looks God-like.

And that he looks his.

Wearing his suit, his jacket, his slacks, his shirt and as John gets closer and wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him flush against his own chest, nuzzling along the curve of his neck. His cologne.

His his his his his-

Possessiveness fills his chest and he can't help but pull him closer, kissing behind his ear and growling.

"My pretty boy."

Roach hums low in his chest, content with tilting his neck barring his throat further for Soap to keep smothering kisses all over.

"Fuck, doll. Ye look so pretty in my suit."

The chuckle he feels against his lips feels like dripping honey, coating his tongue as he licks a long strip just under Roach's jaw. The man gasps, hand tightening where it rests on Soap's shoulder playing with his earring.

His own hand tightens on the expanse of waist he's grabbing. The things he wants do for him-

"Boys."

Ghost heavy rumbly voice calls from the door. A shiver goes down Soap's spine at his tone. Detaching himself from Roach is painful but the kiss he gets on his lips is salve for his wounds.

Gary cuts it short, however and he has to keep himself in check and not whine at the loss. They both turn to look at where Ghost is standing gazing at them.

The self control Johnny has almost gets thrown out of the window at the look Simon fixes them. It's Hot, heavy, eyes so dark he can barely see the chocolate that rests behind the black of his pupils. He realizes that Ghost and Roach had full eye contact when Soap got a little lost in his own mind. He shifts in his spot a little.

"Let's go then, aye." He says cheery as ever.

Ghost turns with a huff and a roll of his eyes, one that makes Soap's grin widen. He's about to follow right after when Roach suddenly grabs his waist and gets incredibly closer to his ear.

"Be a good boy tonight."

'And you'll get your reward' is left unspoken but Soap heard it loud and clear, so much that he's left a blushing stunned mess in the middle of their hall as Roach follows just right behind Ghost.

He wills his heart to stop hammering in his chest (and his blush to stop being embarrassingly hot) before he follows after them, picking up the car keys and closing the door after himself.

Maybe Roach's fuss for fancy clothes wasn't so bad after all... His heart flutters, giddy.

"Bleeding Jesus."

It's gonna be a fun night.

[emgavi]

Dating Gavi would include...

quick little imagine; there will be a new long fic coming soon <3

Him being very overprotective of you

He likes to give you random kisses throughout the day 

Random hugs especially from behind 

Wearing his jersey to games with his family

Pre-game retrial before he leaves for the stadium, which is your special handshake leading to a kiss. 

Him always being so sweet and caring to you 

Making you coffee or tea most mornings when he wakes up before you 

Or sometimes he likes to stay in bed to admire your sleeping face. 

Gavi is your biggest supporter for whatever you do.

Being your ride or die

Basically your best friend (move out of the way Pedri)

Giving you a matching set of promise rings to wear

Holding your hand everywhere you go together. 

When you're on the red carpet together for an event, he softly rubs his thumb over your hand to keep you from the flashing lights. 

Vice versa to him, when he’s anxiously waiting during an awards ceremony.

Going to all kinds of dates, outdoors, romantic dinner dates, and the causal coffee shop kinds

He loves to give you random gifts that remind him of you 

Playing soccer with him and losing unless he plays nice and lets you score a goal 

Cheering for your favorite sports teams together 

Attending Barca b games together 

Fans are jealous (and maybe a princess ) of you but as they get to know you more they start to ship you both hard

His family absolutely adoring you 

Gavi’s friends liking you and see you as a fellow friend too

A simple kiss turns into extreme makeout sessions 

After he scores a goal he points to you and makes your initial with his hands then gives it a kiss

Him utterly in love with you from the start and plans to one day marry you

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[hazybisou]

ONE DATE

fic

reader x mark estapa

summary: a couple weeks after that day, mark and y/n go on their first (official) date.

a/n: part 2 per request so ask and you shall receive. also i think i’m going to turn this into a series but idk yet so let me know if you’d like this to be a series.

you had been stressing for that past ten minutes. mark had asked you out on an official date (if you don’t count all those times you guys hung out and kissed) and you were a nervous wreck. mark had texted you a couple minutes prior saying to dress in something simple. you didn’t know what he meant by simple. simple as in “we’re going to some fancy diner so go all out” or “wear something meant to stay in/go out somewhere causal”. which one was it?

mark hadn’t told you what he had planned for tonight so you went with the second option. you got dressed in a jean mini skirt, not too short but not too long, with a brown leather belt and paired it with a navy blue short sleeve crop top with an oversized leather jacket in case it got cold. you wore your black knee high boots and your hair was in a half up, half down style, the half up being held up by a claw clip.

you had done some light makeup and looked at yourself in the mirror. “this is too much.” you told yourself. out of the corner of your eye you saw natalie, giving you a look that said ‘be so for real right now’. “what? it is.”

“no it’s not. you look hot.” natalie reassured you. “i’m sure mark’ll love it!” that didn’t ease your nerves.

natalie seemed to notice you being tense. “stop worrying.” she went up to your and grabbed your shoulders. “you guys have gone on plenty of unofficial dates in which they always end up with you two making out. what’s so different about this one exactly?”

you nodded to yourself. “yeah. yeah you’re right. it’s just another date except this time he actually had the balls to ask me after all those weeks of knowing each other.” you turned around and stared at yourself once more. “it’s enough. he’ll like it.”

“atta girl! now go grab your camera. we gotta take some photos to remember this moment.” natalie said and you playfully rolled your eyes before doing what she said.

you guys took some cute pics and soon enough you heard the doorbell ring. “he’s here!” she said in a sing-song voice.

you huffed. “wish me luck.” you grabbed your bag, phone, and house keys. you guys exited your room and headed towards the door. you were about to open it when natalie stopped you. you gave her a look. “make him wait a little and then i’ll answer the door and call you so go over there.” she shooed you into the kitchen. you just threw your hands up in a dramatic way.

you guys waited a while before another doorbell ring was heard. natalie snapped her fingers at you to get your attention. she signaled it was go time and opened the door. “mark, hey!”

mark looked down at his feet before looking back up. “hi, is uh y/n here?” he asked. natalie just nodded.

“let me get her real quick.” she closed the door a little. she put a finger up to her lips. “y/n!” she shouted to make the whole thing more dramatic. “he’s here!”

you walked over started to whisper to natalie. “actually don’t wish me luck because i have a feeling of this will end.”

natalie raised her eyebrows. “you mean you two having sex?”

“no!” you whispered

“oh! well whatever, have fun!” she said before skipping towards her room.

you open the door and are met with the nervous face of mark. “oh, y/n, hi!” he suddenly had a smile on his face. that made you smile.

“hi.” you waved at him shyly. “are you okay?”

mark nodded quickly. “yeah. yeah i’m fine. just nervous.” he reassured you with a smile on his face. he finally got a good look at you. you were stunning. “you look beautiful.” he said amazed.

you couldn’t help but blush at his comment. “thank you! you look handsome as always.” he felt his face heat up before holding up a bouquet of flowers and hiding his face behind it. “i got you these.”

you let out a small gasp at the flowers. “they’re beautiful mark! thank you!” you stood on your tippy toes before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“you ready?” he asked you and you nodded.

“let’s go.” you told him as you grabbed his hand and led him to your car. he had the keys so he opened the passenger door for you to get in and you did so, placing the flowers in the backseat, careful to not squish them. he shut the door and went around the front of the car to the driver’s side as you put on the seatbelt.

the car beeped as he opened the door and got in. he got situated and buckled his seatbelt before turning towards you. “let’s go.”

he got out of parking and turned to back out, an arm on the headrest as he looked back and forward again. “where are we going exactly?” you ask him as he begins to drive, now fully backed out.

“it’s a surprise.” mark responds and you give him a suspicious eye look. “you’ll like it don’t worry.”

“mhm.” you turned to look forward.

“i promise.”

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you were on your phone for the past five minutes, checking your text messages and responding back to them. you were texting your mom back when you suddenly felt colorful lights shining on your face up ahead of you. you looked up but not before turning your phone off. your jaw dropped a tiny bit at the scene in front of you.

mark had taken you guys to a carnival. you could see the ferris wheel in the middle of the place with booth games, food stands, and roller coasters all around it. the ferris wheel kit up with colorful lights and so did the game booth’s signs. it was amazing.

“a carnival?!” you exclaimed as you turned towards mark who just finished parking and turned the car off. he bit his lip slightly and just nodded. you’ve always wanted to go to a carnival since the last time you went which was at the age of 10. it’s been quite some time.

“i asked natalie to give me ideas but none of them felt right,” mark explained, “i thought real hard and the idea just came to me.” mark got out of the car and went around towards your door. he opened it and you got out, giving him a ‘thank you’. “so here we are.”

you looked towards the carnival in awe. it was just like you remember the last one to be.

“you like it?” mark asked hopeful, his hands fidgeting with one another.

you smiled and turned towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “of course i like it! i love it!” you answered and leaned up to press a peck to his lips. “why were you so nervous earlier?”

mark tensed a little but eventually explained. “w-well i was worried you wouldn’t like what i had planned and would bail the next day,” he began, “and i, i know we’ve been on many numerous dates that weren’t really dates but this one’s official. i wanted to make sure everything was perfect and you’d enjoy it.” he laughed. “and i was right. you’re enjoying it.”

you were full on grinning by the end of his rant that you were sure your cheeks would be hurting once you stopped. “mark, even if you hadn’t chose this place and had chose some place else, i would have loved it and had fun anyway. don’t let it get to your head.” you leaned up and gave him a long and slow kiss.

“come on!” you exclaimed as you grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the entrance.

your first stop was at the ring toss booth. you and mark had taken turns throwing the rings and together in total you had scored three meaning you guys had won something. you and mark kept arguing over who would get to choose and you eventually won letting mark choose your guys prize. he had decided on a yoshi plushie.

“it’s cute!” you told him as you took a good look at it before putting it next to your face and smiling before putting it down.

mark turned towards you. “do that again.” he instructed and you gave him a confused look. “the thing you just did with yoshi.”

“ohhh!” you repeated what you had just done and saw mark take his phone out before he began taking photos of you. he looked through them with a smile on his face. he slide his phone back into his pocket. “let’s go.”

you spent the next two hours playing various booth games and arguing over who got to choose the prize. you guys had given the bigger prizes to the younger kids as you both didn’t want them all. by the end, you were walking around holding a small teddy bear mark had won you while he held his yoshi plushie he had won earlier. you gave the bear the name lovey as it had a heart and bow tie.

you noticed a cotton candy stand and couldn’t help but drag mark over. “you want one?” you ask as you turned your head slightly to face him. he gave a small nod. “okay, then we’ll just share.” you asked for blue raspberry and the young man behind told you it’d be three dollars. you were about to pull out a five but mark beat you to it. you turned towards him with disbelief. “why the hell’d you do that?”

“i’m not letting you pay. i’m taking you out meaning i pay. not you. me.” he explained as he pointed to himself. he grabbed the cotton candy from the man as he thanked him before handing it to you. “here you go”

you gave him a sarcastic smile before taking it from his grasp and grabbing a small bit with your fingers. you guys walked around a bit more while eating the cotton candy, talking about all sorts of things. mark was always an easy person to talk to. he always payed attention to what you had to say and you did too. he wouldn’t interrupt but would rather nod and just smile. he was a sweet boy.

you thought for a while before walking over to a trash can nearby and throwing away the stick you had before taking back lovey from mark. you grabbed his hand and began to walk towards a photo booth.

mark looked at you weirdly. you motioned for him to get in. “get in.” his eyes widened a bit sarcastically before obeying. you got in after him, closing the curtain. you pay the amount needed and clicked start as a voice began to talk, explaining what was to happen.

the timer was about to start and mark panics. “what do we do?!”

you thought before you decided. “silly faces,” you rethought. “yea a silly face.” mark nodded and you both did a goofy pose. the timer began and you pointed to the camera. “look there.” the timer went off and so did a click. you both looked at the screen and there was the photo.

it reset and you just grabbed mark’s jaw with one hand while the other one was on your lap as you pressed a kiss to his cheek as mark closed his eyes and scrunched his nose. the timer went off again and so did a click. the photo displayed on the screen before it rest again.

the process repeated twice more. mark and you smiling for the third picture and finally, mark giving you a kiss on the lips as you laughed for the fourth picture.

you both got out and grabbed the strip of photos. “you look so cute!” you exclaimed as you point to the face he did in the second photo. mark couldn’t help but blush as he hid his face in your hair. “what, it’s true!”

“let’s just go before i start getting even more red.” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“whatever you say lover boy.” you told him as you brought his head out of your hair and pressed a kiss to his cheek before grabbing his hand and beginning to walk to your next stop.

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it was around 9:30 pm when you and mark had decided to leave. you were both in the car, driving back when mark turned to you, “let’s go get ice cream.”

you turned to him with raised eyebrows. “this late?” he nodded. you shrugged, “i’m down. let’s go then.”

you went to the nearest ice cream shop (which was in a shopping plaza) and found parking. mark had gotten out and went over to your side to open the door for you as you unbuckled your seatbelt. you got out and closed the car door, mark locking the car. you both went inside and got in line to order.

after a couple of minutes, it was your guy’s turn to order. “hi! can i get vanilla?” you asked and the lady behind the counter nodded and you turned to mark, “what about you?”

“mint.”

“ew.” you whispered under your breath.

“don’t judge me.” mark said as he held a hand to his heart, pretending to be offended. “ya know that really broke my heart.” he started to fake cry.

you slapped his shoulder and he muttered a small ‘ow’. “shut up you big baby.” he flipped you off and you did the same.

you guys had ordered and were now at the register. you had your card ready in order to pay and do it before mark. “that’d be 9.47” you grabbed your card and swiped it through the card machine before mark had a chance to even pull out his wallet.

“why?” mark asked as he threw his arms up in frustration.

“because why not.”

mark rolled his eyes before you both got your ice cream cones and walked out.

“why’d you pay for us?” mark began and you turned to him as you began to enjoy your ice cream, “this was my treat. i asked you out and i’m meant to pay.” you couldn’t help but laugh.

“just know it’s gonna happen a lot more often.” you told him and he began to shake his head vigorously. “yes it is.”

mark started to disagree. “no it won’t. i’ll make sure you don’t bring your wallet or anything like that. i’ll ask natalie to steal it from you until after our date. including apple pay.”

you just shook your head with a laugh before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips. “you’re too much sometimes estapa.”

mark smiled. “i don’t really care, now do i?”

it’s 12 am rn and this sucks but like you asked for it so here you go. lmk if i should make this unit a series bc i lowkey want to but gotta know if you guys would also like it!! (not proofread)

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Ugh. Nov 30 is my big brother's birthday. And my psychiatrist appointment is also on that date. Small world. I was forced to quit thanks to my parents after for maybe almost two years. My mind is disorganized... I am working on my yandere Grindelwald and Love thy enemy series.

A Life Bartered will be out on hold. I don't know how to write the next chapter...

Anyway.... A short random thought. Love thy enemy will probably take years to complete.

I don't want to half ass this like my other works.

But, I love these scenes so much. From other movies. I cannot picture gellert Grindelwald in them but human Miles Quaritch before he came back as s Recom....

Tsk. Tsk. Here it goes.

As you can tell in that picture.... The Colonel was wearing a ring...

You were dating him. after a few mishaps. I mean he was a yandere who acted kind and sweet. But later revealed he was an evil man who wanted to colonize and commit genocide and steal their land.

You felt betrayed. You slept with the enemy. Your Prince charming was rather the beast holding you hostage in disguise. Worst of all is ... You don't think you have any man to rescue you.

You have to fend yourself. You were jealous of Trudy and Neytiri. Jake changed sides for his lover and Trudy helped Norm. You wanted that kind of love. Quaritch wanted to change YOU to be on his side. It should be the other way around. You knew you were morally right.

Before the battle of hometree. You asked him when was his birthday. You didn't want to ask what year. It was rude. You knew Quaritch was a little insecure if his age because of you and those rumors.

The Colonel to your surprise told you causally and was comfortable. He asked why you cared. You cheekily avoided the subject. Then asked for his favorite color.

Quaritch raised an eyebrow. "Are you planning on buying me a gift, sweetheart?"

You looked away avoiding his eyes. Damn it. The Colonel was always too smart for his own good.

You mumbled a "no." The Colonel walked up to you and tucked you underneath him.

"your a bad liar." He snickered.

When the time arrived. You cooked an extra fancy meal and made a small party. His squad and some of your science friends came. It was awkward that scientists and Marines were to be civil.

The Marines and scientists didn't speak to one another only themselves.

The Colonel appreciated the gesture. He didn't eat cake for years. He doesn't like junk food. Especially sweets. He teasingly made you feed him cake Infront of all.

He was amused by your blushing face as you did

And as for his present besides riding him for the first time. He was surprised and he wasn't complaining.

You gave him an antique gold 25 karot and his favorite color gem in the center. Worth 15,000.

The Colonel was touched. He let you be the boss of him that night in his bed. He laughed at how awkward you were. It was cute you were trying.

Since then. He wore it.

As for you... When it was your birthday. He tattooed your name across his chest in big and bold letters. (Please don't ask me how they have a tattoo artist in base. I don't know...)

Then one day. it happened.

Your world turned upside down. Sully was reporting to Quaritch secretly.

Your boyfriend was the whole time keeping secrets. He attacked hometree and lied about peace.

Worst of all, not only was your elderly father dying but died a month ago. His funeral passed.

You tried to break up with Quaritch.

He for the first time. Hit you. He never did this before.

He treated you like a queen and called you princess.

You felt tears down your rosy cheeks and held your cheek. You healed already thanks to your mutant genetics. But, your heart wound of being hit by the man you loved and degraded made you feel disgraced. So many was happening at once. Bad reality checks.

The whole time. Selfridge wanted to steal the natural resources.

He lied to all scientists and other people like Trudy. She said she didn't sign up for this shit.

You sobbed. "If my father was alive...."

Quaritch let out a "tch" in annoyance as he looked down at your pathetic form on the ground after getting hit in the face

"he's dead. Even if he was alive. I am not scared of that old man. Father in law or not."

"You're suppose to be..."

The Colonel rolled his eyes at your naivety. He grabbed your forearm and made you stand up.

He made you look at him. "I am not your prince charming. I'm the warrior who is willing to kill for his prize."

You cried more. Your just like a pretty trophy wife. You thought he was different than the other men and boys in earth. Suitors who wanted to marry you for your looks.

You fell in love with a jerk.

What a fool you were.

Before the Colonel left to the ship to bomb hometree once and for all. He wanted to "touch" you one last time.

He announced to everyone when he bought the entire marines first round at the bar when they destroyed the omiticaya home that he will marry you after the battle is over.

He proposed to you and you were forced to act happy. He went on his knee everyone cheered.

Then... You were locked in your room. The scientists had to leave for Earth. So the labs were shut down.

But, you decided to spite him... You snuck in weapons to the Avatars and gave mad useful information about the Marines plans to invade the Navis.

And gave them keys to the soldiers supply room.

Well... Before Quaritch would fuck you before he wanted to kill Sully. You drugged his coffee. Too bad he noticed something again. Remember, he is too smart for his own good. Nothing gets past him. He spat out his drink. He was only slightly dizzy. He was so angry.

He wanted to punish and rape you again.

"maybe I pump a brat inside you. That will tame your bitchy attitude." He grinned. Your breath heaved.

Before he came. You grabbed a heavy book and hit his head. He bled and howled in pain.

"you bitch!" He knocked the book out. He slapped you. He knew he could kill you easily. So he decided to just tie you up.

But, you used the taiser he gave you for protection against his neck.

He smirked after getting shock. "oh look, doll. A hickey."

He mockingly beckoned you to come closer. "Come to daddy."

You then kneed his balls. He clutched down. You kicked his nose. He cursed and clutched his face in pain.

"who's your daddy now?"

You locked him in his room and ran off.

The Colonel kicked the door down open and then was summoned to Selfridge to immediately start the ship.

The Colonel used his phone to make his men detain you. He will punish you so fuckin bad after he kills Sully.

Luckily, Max and your other scientists friends who were also avatars attacked the base and freed you from your cell.

And from Selfridge. He tried to rape you while the base was in a frenzy and you were alone.

Before Selfridge could touch you. A gunshot missed his head.

"don't shoot!" He held his hands up.

"Give me a reason, prick." Your Avatar friend pointed the gun at him.

You then decided to run to the communication room. You heard Quaritch's voice.

"this is Papa dragon. I want this mission high and tight. I wanna be home for dinner." You rolled your eyes.

You called Jake and told him where to find the ship aircraft of Quaritch.

You never heard of Quaritch again...

But sadly. You felt something moving inside your body. And it wasn't guilt. Damn Quaritch. He always gets the last laugh.

[ladykailitha]

Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 10

Why yes I did devote an entire chapter of their “un-date” as Steve is calling it in his head, why do you ask? :D And yes they did both “overdress” for a meal between acquaintances (especially Eddie). If you want to see what they looked like in my head, let me know and I’ll try to draw them both.

Also Steve’s experience with D&D is what happen to my sister in college. She hates D&D.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9 

*

Steve stood in front of his closet, hands on his hips in frustration. “Robs!” he called out panicked. “I don’t have anything to wear!”

She walked into the room and shook her head at the mess he’d made. “I see a lot of clothes in here. Hell, it looks like hurricane Steven came through.”

Steve put his head in his hands. “I don’t want to look too dressed up, like I’m trying too hard. I don’t want to look too causal, because then he’ll think I don’t care. I want to look nice, but not something that will show my scars. Fuck, Robs. This is hopeless.”

Robin sighed and waded through the mess, picking at the clothes. She handed him a light blue button up, a grey vest and nice blue jeans. “Here. And then pair it with your blue sneaks and tada! Everything you wanted.”

Steve put on the clothes she suggested and turned back to the mirror. He rolled up the sleeves to his elbow and nodded approvingly.

“It looks so good, Robs,” he murmured.

She smiled. “It just needs one more thing.” She reached around his neck and clasped a single silver chain. It fell to his collar bones and if he undid one more button it would show off his chest. You could still kind of see his neck scars but only if you knew they were there.

“How are we feeling about the open collar?” she asked gently.

Steve let out a slow breath. “I’m thinking it looks hot.”

Robin hugged him from behind. “I think so, too.”

He looked at his watch. “It’s about time to go, I’ll freshen up my hair a bit and I’m out of here.”

She kissed his cheek. “Good luck.”

Steve blushed. “It’s not a date.”

She looked at him fondly through the mirror. “I know, dingus. But it’s still a big step considering everything that has happened to you both since January. And it’s a little scary.”

He sighed and turned in her grasp to bury his head into her shoulder. “I know, and if I didn’t have you, I probably would have canceled twelve times already.”

She giggled. “At least that.” Robin let go of him and pushed him in the direction of the bathroom. “Go finish getting ready, you dork. Or you will be late!”

Steve laughed and went to do just that.

*

Eddie bounced on his heels as he waited for Steve to arrive. He refused to look at his watch again. The last time he looked he swore time had stopped all together.

Eddie looked down at his clothes nervously. He was wearing a black button up, completely unbuttoned, tucked into a nice pair of black skinny jeans. His hair was pulled back out of his face with a black bandanna, the sides of his hair loose to his shoulders. Over all that was his black leather jacket. Well, there was also all the loose chains at his hips, his rings on his fingers, and his lucky guitar pick dangling at his throat.

If Chrissy had been there, she would have told him he was being ridiculous. But she hadn’t been, so here he was rethinking his outfit for the billionth time tonight.

And then he saw Steve. Gorgeous, beautiful, amazing Steve. Yup. All those feelings of attraction and desire that Eddie had put inside his heart’s box, chained and padlocked to the extreme came bursting out all at once.

How could he possibly believe this man wished him deliberate harm?

“Hey, Stevie!” he greeted with a grin. “Looking good.”

Steve did a slow twirl to show of the whole outfit. “You think so?”

Eddie walked up into his was in Steve’s space. “I know so.” He put his finger under the chain and lifted it up. “Very nice.”

Steve blushed. “I don’t have as many as you, but it’ll do.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “You can never have too many.”

“If you say so,” Steve teased. He started walking, but said over his shoulder, “You look pretty damn fine, too.”

Eddie laughed and hurried to catch up to him. “Good to know.”

“We’re taking my car. I hope you don’t mind.”

Eddie shook his head. “I’d be more shocked if we were taking my van.”

Steve beamed at him. “Yeah. It’s so nice not having to take the bus.”

“Robin doesn’t seem to mind.” Eddie winked at him.

Steve unlocked Eddie’s door first before going round to the driver’s side and getting in. “That’s because she’s a zen master of the bus system. She always knows exactly when one is going to show up. I always get confused which one I’m supposed to get on and where I’m supposed to transfer.”

Eddie nodded, buckling his seat belt. “Yeah, it makes my head spin, too.”

Steve flashed him his most blinding smile. “Do you like Italian food?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said. “Is that where we’re going?”

Steve nodded as he pulled out into traffic. “I have a friend who’s mom owns an Italian restaurant and he’s been pestering me to come try it out for awhile.”

“So why haven’t you gone?” Eddie asked.

Steve gave a little half shrug. “Robin isn’t a fan and I only have one night off a week. So if she doesn’t want to go...”

“You don’t,” Eddie finished. “Yeah I get that.”

They pulled up to the restaurant. It was one of those nice little diner type places where the staff was all literally family and the food came from recipes generations old. Above their heads Tony Curtis crooned and the decor was like stepping off the plane onto Italian soil.

Eddie was in love already. With the restaurant, with the restaurant, he forcibly told himself. Not the boy. The restaurant.

There was suddenly this blur and it was tackling Steve. Steve barely managed to keep upright and laughed.

“Hey Dustin,” he greeted, ruffling the person’s hair.

Once Dustin stepped back, Eddie could make out who it was. He had a wild mane of curly brown hair and goofy grin.

“Hey, where’s Robin?” Dustin protested once he got a good look at the person standing next to Steve.

Steve sighed and Eddie could tell this was a long standing argument. “She doesn’t like Italian food. You know this. It’s why your mom makes meatloaf for every time we come to dinner.”

Dustin sighed. “I know. But I just want her to try Mom’s. I just know that if she had proper Italiana she’d love it.”

Steve shook his head. “This is my friend, Eddie. You know the person I did bring who will appreciate your mom’s cooking?”

Dustin eyed Eddie up and scoffed. “You do know that Mom doesn’t care if you bring dates, right? You can just say it’s a date.”

Eddie coughed and looked away.

Steve sighed. “I know that. But this is just a thank you to him for him helping to fix my car.”

Dustin wagged his eyebrows. “Yeah. Sure...”

“Can you just seat us, please?”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “Fine...”

They were seated in a booth and given menus. Steve scanned it quickly and then closed the menu.

“Already decided?” Eddie asked as he perused his menu.

Steve laughed. “The mark of a good Italian restaurant is how good their lasagna is.”

Eddie laughed, too. “Fair enough.” He continued to look over the menu and then finally set it aside it.

“Made your decision, then?” Steve asked with grin.

Eddie smiled. “The chicken penne Gorgonzola looked amazing, so I’m going to give that a try.”

Dustin came over with a pad. “So what will it be?”

“I’ll have the lasagna and a blackberry Italian soda,” Steve said, handing the menu to Dustin.

“And for you?”

Eddie picked up the menu again. “Are the Italian sodas any good?”

“Dude, they are amazing,” Dustin gushed. “They’re flavored sodas with cream and will knock your socks off. I recommend the lemon or the orange to start.”

“If you like orange Dreamcicles,” Steve suggested, “the ice cream bar, orange is the one for you.”

“I’ll take an orange Italian soda and the chicken penne Gorgonzola with no mushrooms thanks.” Eddie handed back the menu with a grin.

“Coming right up!” Dustin said and went to the kitchen to put in their order.

Eddie turned to Steve. “You really didn’t have to go this nice on dinner. I would have happily taken McDonald’s.”

Steve laughed. “Having my car back is well worth a place with waiters, I assure you. Being able to get into my car after a gig night was a god send, let me tell you.”

“Are they bad? Busy wise, I mean,” Eddie asked.

“It depends on what kind of band or solo act is playing,” Steve explained. “I love punk or rock bands. They tip well and limit the assholery to a minimum. Pop and country though? Fuck those guys. Seriously. Pop especially.”

“Do you get any other kind of music?” Eddie asked. “I know Diamond was saying that they’ve never had a metal band before us.”

Steve scratched his cheek thoughtfully. “Some. I mean rap, hip hop and R&B aren’t very big out here. We have had some more blues and jazz, weirdly enough. But they haven’t been very good.”

Eddie grimaced. “Sounds a bit...racist?”

Steve scoffed. “Yeah, from the patrons, but not Diamond. His wife, Amethyst  is black and she manages the financial side of things. She’s got a real brain on her. And she’s always trying to get more of those acts in. They’re just not interested.”

Eddie nodded.

Dustin came back with their drinks and Eddie had his first sip of Italian soda.

“Holy fuck, man,” he hissed. “That is like the ice cream.”

Steve chuckled. “Told you. You want to try mine? It’s blackberry.”

Eddie reached over and grabbed his drink and took a sip. Steve bit his lip at the sight of Eddie’s lips around his straw.

“Oh,” Eddie said. “That’s interesting. I like that.” He slid the glass back over to Steve.

“It’s my favorite.”

They chatted while they waited and just caught up with each other’s lives.

Soon enough Dustin came out with their meals, deftly placing each dish in front of them.

“Enjoy!” he chirped before dashing back to kitchen.

They started eating so the talk slowed a bit. Though once or twice Eddie went off on a tangent and Steve had to nudge his ankle with his foot to remind him to eat.

“I just don’t get why you don’t want to play D&D...” Eddie whined. “It’s lots of fun. Especially if you get a good DM.”

Steve groaned. “I had a bad experience. A bunch of friends from my dorm my freshman year of college were really big into it. And I thought, sure. At least I’d be playing with people my own age...” Eddie raised a questioning eyebrow. “Will tried to get me to play with his friends. Anyway. I build my character. They were all level ten or whatever so they let me have a level ten wizard.”

Eddie smiled. “So far so good,” he said around a bite of food. He swallowed. “So what went wrong?”

Steve gave him a pained smile. “The DM let me use fireball in a narrow hallway to see I could open the locked door.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “What the fuck?”

“I killed everyone,” Steve finished with a grimace. “And destroyed all their magic items. My dormmate wouldn’t leave me alone the rest of the time I was rooming with him about how I destroyed three years of work in three seconds.”

“Sounds to me,” Eddie said, resting his head on his clasped hands, “that the DM used you to TPK because he was tired of DM’ing them.”

Steve furrowed his brows. “What’s TPK?”

Dustin happened to be passing by when he asked. “Oh my god, Steve, if you would just play. You would know these things.”

Eddie frowned up at him. “Hey. He was just telling me about his first time and so what if he didn’t know. That’s why he asked.” He turned to Steve. “It stands for total party kill. It’s when the DM offs everyone’s character all at once.”

“Only dick DMs do it,” Dustin said smugly.

Eddie ran his tongue over teeth. “I’ve done it before. The group spent more time arguing over rules and which rule book to use than actual playing. So I nuked them and refused to DM for them ever again.”

Dustin’s jaw dropped. “You DM?!”

Steve rolled his eyes, smug in the knowledge that he knew something that Dustin didn’t.

He waved his hand dramatically at Eddie. “Meet Will Byers’ infamous DM.”

Eddie bowed as well as he could sitting down. “You know Will the Wise?”

Dustin’s jaw dropped. “Know him? Dude, we gave him the nickname. Back when we were in middle school it was Will, me, Mike and Lucas. Will was our DM. It was awesome!”

“Small world,” Eddie murmured.

“Hell yeah!” He looked over at his mom and grimaced. “My mom’s giving me the stink eye. And she said to tell you, you aren’t getting a bill.” He skipped back to the kitchen.

“Shit,” Steve groused. “There goes me paying you back for fixing my car.”

Eddie laughed. “You still showed me a good time. Introduced me to some amazing food, a cool drink, and I blew some kid’s mind. I think we’re pretty well even.”

Steve smiled shyly. “If you’re sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Part 11  Part 12 Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17 Epilogue

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[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

“You’re His Wife”

Master list

TW- None

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Everyone on base all knew König for being the blood thirsty, madman on the field. Insertion specialist, Kortac contractor before transferring to the TF 141.

Keeps to himself majority of the time when he’s on base. Speaks only when spoken too.

But soon everyone started to notice he get packages sent to him twice a month. He would pick up his packages and take them back to his room.

When holidays came König was the first to leave and always the last one to back from his holiday or vacation.

These changes everyone noticed. He was different on base. He started to take up the offer of going to therapy.

He started to take care of his appearance. His clothes washed and pressed his mask was actual clean and mended

The smell of his clothes when he would return from home or from vacation. The smell of floral perfume stuck to his clothes.

His causal clothes he wore when he was off duty looked different on him. The snacks he put in his pantry in the kitchen. Were all sent in to him.

Austrian brand snacks and homemade cookies vacuum sealed and letters and presents all neatly wrapped and given to him when mail arrived.

König was actually starting to be patient with the recruits and he started to speak up a bit more when back on base.

Soap noticed a ring on his finger when König took his glove off. When they were working out and doing pull ups.

The sounds of laughter and König talking loudly in his mother tongue. All coming from his room.

Anytime he received calls he would take them privately away from prying eyes and ears.

The time came when the Holidays came around. Soap, Gaz and Ghost were walking back from the bar. When they noticed in the distance a woman emerging from a cab she carried a medium sized box wrapped up in gift wrapping. She was talking with Captain Price they walked onto the base.

There the mystery woman stood. Shaking her coat out as she placed it on the coat holder. She spoke with Price briefly and he left her alone in his office with the door open.

Soap, Gaz and Ghost walked to Price office where they were met with a beautiful face. Her soft gaze and a smile that brighten a room.

“Hallo, I’m Birdie”

“You must be Soap, Gaz and Ghost I presume”

The men all nodded in unison. Before Soap could speak he heard König speak.

“Meine Hase”

“What are you doing here?”

König rushed into Price office towering the men as he pushed passed them.

Watching her pull König down he lifted his hood. Kissing her while holding her waist.

The guys all shocked and they all looked away trying to collect themselves.

“What? König?”

Soap rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Das ist meine Frau”

“Kö my love English?”

She nudged her husbands arm. She stands beside him cling to his arm as she looks to the men with her soft loving smile.

“This is my wife”

Soap eyes widen with disbelief. Looking at the guys and looking back at König. Pinching the bridge of his nose he looked at König and Birdie. Trying to figure the chemistry between the two.

“I have so many questions for you Bonnie?”

Her stood a sweet, beautiful woman. She stood about 5,6 small frame. Her dark brown hair pinned up in a bun with a few stray hair framing her face. Her makeup done lightly. She has a septum piercing along with both side of her nostrils pierced with a dainty little chain draped over her nose connecting the piercings. Her glasses slightly slipping down onto her nose. She pushes them up with her small delicate fingers. Her smile soft her eyes dark brown pools filled with affection for her husband.

She stands beside him wearing black overalls with a light cream colored turtleneck. Her flower resin earrings dangled on her ears. Her black boots shined with melted snow on them.

Looking back at König. They look at her then back to him. In complete shock and disbelief that König the same König that is a beast on the field but a quiet brooding behemoth of a man that crept around the base. His hood draped over his head and face that struck fear into his enemies just by glancing at them. And everyone on base avoided contact with him. This man with someone smaller then him and that has a ring on her finger.

This woman who wears a wedding ring from König.

“How did you two meet?”

“Ummm” looking to her husband she blushes and looking down squeaking her boots on the hardwood floor in Price office.

König looked down a his little wife with a small rub on her lower back his eyes crinkled with a smile.

She sighed and spoke softly.

“It was in the summer time and I had a part time gig where I took dogs walking and one day we were at the park. One of the bigger dogs had gotten loose and I chased after them. Running at them full speed I ran into König by accident. I literally ran into him and it didn’t faze him one bit. I’m laying on the ground feeling like I ran into a wall. He walks over looking at me fumbling his fingers not knowing what to say. He pulls me to my feet and sets me down on the nearest bench. Another woman rushes over with a bottle of water patting my back and speaking German to me. I’m a bit confused and lost about what happened and König is being scolded by this woman and it turns out to be his mother. He brought his mother and oma to the states for a visit. And I happen to run into him chasing a dog.”

“Don’t worry the dog came back. But after that encounter we exchanged numbers. Then from there we started to see each other but not as often as we wanted. He eventually told me about his work and how long he was gone for and what to expect. So we had a long distance relationship in the beginning. But we made it work and two years later he eventually took me to Austria to his Oma birthday party dinner where he proposed to me. His oma took her ring off her finger and gave it him. König already had a ring picked out for me but he pocketed it and kissed his oma head.”

Taking the ring from his oma he looked to birdie and placed his Oma’s ring on her finger.

“And here we are. This belong to his Oma. It’s beautiful isnt”

Soap looked at Ghost shocked and he still didn’t believe König the blood thirsty man standing here with a cute shy wee lassie clinging to his arm.

-a/n the photo above credit to them. The artist is unknown at the moment but credit to them. I will search for the artist.

[toasttt11]

kiss me

October 10, 2022

Brinley was sitting at her dinning room table eating a plate of cut up apples and peanut butter when she heard the door bell ring, she furrowed her eyebrows but got up and was not suprised seeing Cole standing there but was confused that he had flowers in his hands.

“Cole?” Brinley titled her head confused.

“You said you were free?” Cole smirked slightly shrugging, he knew if he asked her straightforward on a date she would say no.

Brinley thought back to Saturday after the game.

“So are you busy are monday?” Cole nervously asked as he sat down next to Brinley, being mindful to keep his voice down so only she could hear him.

“Yeah i’m free.” Brinley nodded not looking up from her skates that she was untying.

Cole’s face light up with a big smile that he was trying to hide, “That’s great, I’ll see you then.” Cole got up and all but skipped to his stall.

“See you then.” Brinley looked up muttering confused.

“I did.” Brinley nodded, “What’s with the flowers?” She saw they were rainbow baby breath, her favorite.

“Brinley can i take you on a date?” Cole asked softly he saw her hesitated and opened her mouth slightly, he leaned forward gently grabbing her hand, “I know you feel something for me and i know you are trying to be respectful of the fact to your my captain but Meels i’ve wanted to have the chance to be with you since i first ever meet you.” Cole nervously swallowed but got out the words he needed to tell her.

Brinley bit her lip remembering the advice from Quinn and she took a deep breath, “Let me go get dressed.” Brinley turned around leaving the door open for Cole.

“Wait is that a yes?” Cole smiled calling after her, he’s been waiting for this moment for years.

“Well i cant wear pajamas on our date can i?” Brinley playfully called back smiling softly, she’s never had a true first date, mostly just hookups or causal relationships nothing of what she feels for Cole.

“You look beautiful either way.” Cole smiled widely as he called back watching her head down the hallway into her bedroom once he heard the door close he threw his fist in the air, exicted he’s finally getting a chance.

Brinley let out a nervous breath as headed into her closet, she pulled on a pair of tan pants, a black t-shirt bodysuit and a grey cardigan with black converse, she put on some jewelry before heading out of the bathroom and walked down the hallway seeing Cole in her kitchen putting her flowers into a vase.

Brinley smiled soflty and walked over to him standing next to him looking at the flowers, “They are beautiful.”

Cole looked over at her soflty, “You’re beautiful.” He smiled seeing her roll her eyes but could see the smile she was trying to hide, “They are your favorite.” Cole spoke as he finished putting the flowers into the base.

“They are.” Brinley looked at him softly because no one has ever remembered her favorite flowers.

“Now we’ve got a date to go on.” Cole softly pushed her out of the kitchen, Brinley grabbed her purse and phone and followed Cole out of her front door.

Cole hurried to his car first opening the door for her, Brinley gave him a small smile and hopped into his car.

Cole got into the drivers seat and connected his phone putting on his Taylor Swift playlist knowing Brinley likes her just as much as he does.

Cole started the drive to where he was taking them giving soft glances towards Brinley who was looking outside the window as they drove.

Cole pulled into the parking lot, revealing the beach in front of them.

“The beach?” Brinley questioned looking at Cole, Brinley has always loved the beach.

Cole anwsered with a smile and nod and hopped out the car and quickly opened the door for her before heading to the trunk and pulling out a basket and some blankets.

“Thought we could have a picnic?” Cole softly questioned looking up at Brinley.

“I’d like that.” Brinley smiled grabbing one of the blankets.

Cole knew how much Brinley enjoys the beach but it’s usually quite crowded but he learned once it gets colder most people don’t go to this beach and he was right there was no one in sight as they walked through the sand closer to the water.

Brinley set the blanket out on the sand and she sat down slipping off her shoes and socks putting her feet in the sand smiling ad she looked at the waves in front of her.

Cole smiled and sat down next to putting the basket in front of them and opening it, he picked out a lot of her favorites, “PB and J.” Cole smiled handing her a sandwich that he made.

Brinley felt her heart squeeze fondly as Cole didn’t get her anything fancy but more her favorite she quickly opened the sandwich and made a sound of delight, “Oh my god, Your stuck with me now if you keep making these.” Brinley had absolutely no idea what Cole did but she has never had a better PB and J.

“Gladly.” Cole fondly watched with a smirk as he opened his sandwich.

Brinley scooted closer and rested her head on Cole’s shoulder making his eyes widen in shock but hesitantly put his arm around her, “Is this okay?” Cole softly whispered not wanting to push her to much.

“It’s okay.” Brinley whispered back, For years she tried desperately to pretend what she felt was platonic and nothing more but she didn’t want to pretend any longer.

The sun started to set making the sky a beautiful sunset as they watched the sky together.

Cole pulled out a bag of homemade peanut butter cookies for Brinley and handed them to her.

“Peanut Butter cookies!” Brinley gasped in excitement and quickly grabbed them and opening the bag and put some into her mouth, “Oh my god.” Brinley closed her eyes as she chewed on the cookie.

“Good?” Cole asked soflty his thumb mindlessly rubbing her side, Brinley looked up at him and held out a piece for him to take and Cole leaned down taking the bite while maintaining eye contact with Brinley he hummed as he chewed on it, “It is good.”

Brinley bit her lip setting the cookies down and slowly bringing her hand up to his face and whipping away the cookies crumbs that was near his lips, she leaned in closer her eyes flickering up to his eyes, who was watching her intently.

Cole brought his hand to cup the back of her head, “Can i?” Cole softly questioned leaning into her to touch, Brinley hummed with a smile and leaned closer to him, Their lips met in a soft but desperate manner and they both let out sighs as they touched.

Cole pulled her towards him by the back of her head and hated having to lean back to catch his breath, “Does this mean i can get more dates now?” Cole cheekily questioned.

“I don’t know you might need to kiss me again.” Brinley cheekily replied giggling seeing his face light up more, Cole leaned back down connecting their lips again.

Brinley hands went to the back of his head running her fingers through his hair as she pulled him closer.

They both let out breaths as they pulled away looking at each other.

“What about calling you my girlfriend?” Cole nervously asked brushing his thumb gently against her cheek.

“If you kiss me again.” Brinley replied with a soft smile, Cole let out a fond laugh but leaned forward pressing his lips back to hers.

[midnightsun-if]

What would your character wear if they were told they had to gussy up?

Is there an item your character doesn't like to leave without?

What flavor would your character say their personality is?

Does your character have a high pain tolerance?

For Scarlett and Sloane?

What would your character wear if they were told they had to gussy up?

Scarlett: I sort of imagine this being for a Voltaire Event or something to do with the Etheric Court (hence why Scarlett is wearing her family colors)… It would also depend on if you’d like her to wear a dress or not. 😂

Sloane: Would be causally underdressed for the event but still being fairly overdressed from their typical outfits.

Is there an item your character doesn't like to leave without?

Scarlett: The locket she always wears and her signet ring denoting her status within the Voltaire Coven.

Sloane: Their leather jacket, without question.

What flavor would your character say their personality is?

Scarlett: Spearmint.

Sloane: Dark Chocolate.

Does your character have a high pain tolerance?

Scarlett & Sloane: Yes.