#two wolves inside of you and all that business. thats me

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Detectives Den

Masterlist

Summary: walter take you to a cabin for what you thought was a romantic weekend, but he has an ulterior motive afterall mateing season is just arou d the corner~

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, rough sex, primal sex, male dom, werebear Walter, Mating, Breeding, Turning, Noncon Bite?, claiming bites, soulmates, au shifter

A/n: so here it is! The were bear i started months ago and abandoned but picked up again today because of this post. Typos ahoy!

Taglist: in reblogs

You cried into the matress clawing desperately unsure if it was an attemt to help the huge male above you, or tryingmto escape him. For some reason since being here at the cabin he seemed different? Instead of being your huge soft teddy bwar he was wild, dark and growly both at peace and on edge. It was like he was now this big bad bear of a man, growling and strong all macho 'chop wood and start fire'

You grunted as he rutted harder almost fucking your hips pff the bed sending your feet scrabbling on the wooden floor, your socks sliding on the smooth wood.

"oh god~ sl-slow down! WalteAGH~" you cried out pressing up onto your elbows and stamping a foot on the floor grunting. Walter snarled into your back almost viciously before pressing an open mouthed kiss to your back lappjng the salty skin. He growled feeling his inner beast beat on his own restraint. The beed to uck and bit was almost overpowering. He wanted you dripping, ozzing his cum as he stained your perfect frailty with his venomous bite and change you for the better. He needed it like he'd never needed anything in his life. It was his own fault he was so needy and eager... restless. Hed had you at his side for six months far to lost in his bliss of having his mate he'd all but forgot about the mating season untill he was weeks away.

He snarled grolwing deeper and deeper his inner bears bellows trying to break through damanding you put your head down and take your mating properly. Face down ass up and minimal complaints! The deep sounds echoed through as the harsh breaths and grunts fanned over the sensitive skin of your shoulder blades.

"W-walt! Fuck please- hurry!" You whimpered over your shoulder as the large hands of your lover held you still bent over the bed pinning your hips into the matress and he thundered away, burrying himself to the hilt again and again still trying to feed you every thing he had and more. You cried out as he arched, tipping his hips striking your clit with his heavy sack moaning out his pleasure, the small pats making his cock twitch flexing agaisnt your tight channel as he speared you pryingnyou opene like never before.

These were no calculated strokes, he was fucking you with little care to how you withered and cried at his onslaught. Maybe thats why he brought you out here? You were deep in the woods and no one could hear you scream out your pleasure.

He growled low in his throat again biting back at his beast who was watching as you keened and scrabbled bent over on the bed your bare back glistening, tiny beads of sweat rolling down your sides. The scent of your arousal was enough to make him rabid, he needed this! Needed the release. His instincts were screaming savagely just below His mate! His female! His entierly!

And you were. He'd known the second he'd seen you in the cells. He thougt you were coming to bail out your foster dad who'd been caught at the center of a party filming a snuff film. A dark bdsm practice where the sub was unknowinly 'snuffed out' usually sufficated or break their neck from trying to escape. Either way it was a disgusting practice that was hard to pin blame, who was the one to arrest? The person tying the bonds? The dom? The spectators?

As it turned out you were there to cuss him out and hand in evidence phone records, emails, previous incidences. It turned out your father had been arranging these snuff films as a quiet hitman business silently offing people for a price.

Walter had gone out of his way to protect you, luring you to him with sweet dates and raw sex appeal. It had taken just over two months but he managed to secure a relationship with you. Youd been a couple for six months now, and finally it was time!

Finally he could claim you as his own kind did. Allbeit a tad late with only weeks to get you used to your rightfull place. Beside him. Below him!

He'd managed to et you out here to his den, secluded in the forest for a month long stay, mot that you knew it'd be a month. He'd said it'd be a long week end, you wasnt the outdoorsy type... well not yet.

"Shh, shh mate~ calm down you'll get there, just not yet... don't come yet we need- I need you to hold on for me" walter growled lowly into you making you sob and slump on the bed moaning into the covers. He moved slower trying to remember you were human, no matter how close the season was he couldnt mate you just yet. He had to give you the bite, then claim and help you come around to your new form and mate you... all in three weeks. If he tried to mate you properly now youd never survive him.

"Bu-but Bear!? Please i cant!" You wailed grunting and pressed back on him urgently unaware of just what was about to happen. He almost felt guilty, but it was better this way. Bite and help them transition then breed and continue the line. Or risk looseing you? His one mate! Once you were turned you'd feel the bond and wouldnt leave. It was how things were done, tradition!

Walter shook his head ridding the doubts that collected in his mind before chuckling... if only you knew how right you were~. Because be was a bear, a grizzly to be exact. It always brough a smirk to his face when you called him that, it'd soon be an inside joke between you. For every shifter there was a soul mate. The wolves had it easy,being pack animals their mates were mostly wolves themselves. But bears? No. Bears were solitary and their mates tended to be human.

For everything that happened in his life, he never imagined getting such a sweet gentle mate! You were a prize, his prize. Gifted to him by the old gods. You'd love and raise his cubs to be strong, fierce boy's and dainty smart females. His mind drifted, he couldnt wait to fill you, to plant his seed inside your womb and watch you create his cubs. But first he had claim you.

His eyes glazed as you beat at the bed arching your back to him trying desperately to pull him deeper clenching your pussy tight trying to force him to his own end where you could join him. You walls trembled as the suckled on him desperate to have walter quake at the knees and rut you into a tantelizing climax.

Walter snarled eyes now flickering with the burnt red brown that his beast held, the copper tinge glowing with a primal rage and need to latch onto his female and hold her still, repriand his sow for trying to take control and steal his seed before he was read to gift it to her!. Thoughts of tearing the skin and biting you twisted around his mind like a raging storm, his fangs ached. The venomous gift that would seal your fate to his forever thrumming in his jaws eagerly waiting. He was ready. He.was .ready! Years of woundering, then months of play the human game had made him impatient. He needed it, needed to feel the bond tie you together!

"Fine! You asked for it!" He snarled, an inhuman tremorto his voice made you pause, just as you tried to turn and question him you screamed out in panic. Walter bit you. Hard!

You thrashed squealing and panicking, kicking your splayed legs as your neck siezed, cramping. You muscle constricting around what felt like two deep thorns searing into you. Then a deep burn built. You cried in panic, fat tears rolling down your face mind bearly grasping what was going on around you. The shunts of your lovers hips became heavier and more pronounced, every breathnow a severe growl ratteling your bones. His cocks invasion slicing through the pain and terror as he moved faster and harder into you hitting your clit.

You wept tears streaming down your face as he fucked you rougher growling into your neck. Then despite the pain and fear the knot in your tummy snapped and you came around him. The trembling and mind numbing orgasm tore through you making you massage his still thrusting cock. You sobbed collapsing, giving up the fight as your sensitive body ached.

As if rewarding you for finally giving in Walter released your neck leaving it wet. You shuddered knowing that there would be blood but there wasnt much you could do about it. You keenesoftly as he roared over you victoriously painting your insides with his essence, lightly fucking into you. Instinct driving him to scent your cunt as deep as he could for your change, so youd smell of him warding off all other males in the area. This female was taken.

"Fuck. Fuck that was- better then the stories" he hummed over you smileing to himself head hanging down feeling at peace now his mate was claimed and would change. You'd be like him, strong fierce and safe. Able to take care of yourself and protect yourself and his young... fend off any vile human, fend off anyone but him~ your bear, your male, your mate!

"W-walter? My neck? What did you do?! Whh did you!- it feels funny it tingling" you panicked as walter pulled away from you befor slowly crawling onto the bed pullingnyou gently onto the soft bedding tugging you up to rest on your back.

"Its fine, perfect even- its the venom getting to work love" he explained cooing at you wiping you down patting the wohndmon your neck. In his spare of the moment bite he'd been rougher then he could have been, and that was part of the reason his venom was making you go limp already.

"V-VENOM! WHAT VENOM?" You bellowed now bawling panting, hyperventilating eyes wide and tears rolling down your face. His heart clenched as your hand waved in the air trying to hold him but you couldnt feel it, only a heavy numb limb that was useless.

"No, no its not bad- not bad my we t little mate... your turning, you'll turn and be like me" walter said hushingnou craning over you taking your waving hand an pressing kisses to the palm.

"Turn?! What are you- you bite me! We need help! Im gojng numb! Cold walter im bleeding out! Am i bleeding!?" Yu yipped still not understanding what was goingnon? He bit you... HE BIT YOU!? you tried pryingnyour hand free wanting to feel the damage on your neck. The room was spinning, you were growing cold you felt li,e you were dying!

"No shh your not bleeding, your turning... youve taken the bite soo well, so well love... you'll be fine... you'll sleep and then wake up stronger then ever" walter hummed fawning over you, giving you small gentle stroke's he knew he couldnt sit you down and explain, you were falling fast. He just had to reassure you untill you drifted off into the change.

"Wha?"

"Shh im here im here mate... your gonig to be a bear just like me" he whispered softly grinning down at you unable to stop. He was too damn proud, he found you and bit you! Youd be with him always!

"Bear?" You muttere trying to hold him closer as the room began shimmering, lights and blaack dots laceingnyour vision as the heated chill rushed through you drowning your body in a strange soothing yet frightening feeling.

"Yes... I'm a shifter, I brought you here to- to my den, the den of my forefathers, ive given you the bite just as my father did to our mother inthis very cabin!" He rushed trying to explain best as he could not liking the scent of terror on you. He never wanted to scare you, but fear was inevitable. Still if he could ease your worries before you succumbed he would.

"What- walter im- its fuzzy!" You cried desperately tryingnto cling to the little consciousness you had. But it was getting harder as the seconds ticked by.

"Hush im here, it's the change my love... youll be like me... a bear shifter- and just before mating season too...You'll change and then we will mate over and over untill your carrying my cubs~" walter said as a lump swelled in his throat. His father had said this was the worst bit. The fear and panic as your new found mate fell to the transformation. But as the guilt and anxiety sent in so did the excitement of your furture. Your mateing, your family-cubs and a den of your own! It was enougn to make the grown boar cry like a young cub!

"W-walt your scaring me~" you slurred as the room began spinning, a hot sensation coursing through your veins but your skin was cool and prickling.

"Shh its okay love, you need to sleep, just rest when you wake things will be... they will be perfect, sleep, give in don't fight, you dont want to be awake for this part" he said movi g to lay your hand back down at your side. Then sat up besode you looking around for another pillow tomprop under your head.

"W-walter! No, dont leave-" you cried bawling frightened as your eyelids got heavy, he sounded as if he was drifting further from you. Bringing another wave of panic, especiallywhen he placed your hand down.

"I'm not, i wont leave you, not for a second my beautiful female" he said leaning over you holding your chin peppering kisses over your face. Making sure you felt he was still there even as you drifted into the comatose state that would protect you from the pain of your initial transformation. You cries slowly doed off as you closed your eyes unable to fight anymore and let the black take you.

Walter stayed put watching you with baited breath. Now it was his job to gaurd you. Protect and care for you as the grueling first shift took holdand he spied what bear you'd be. The venom in all shifters was the same, each becmea different animal in accordance to their individual traits. He was a grizzly one of the largest bear, his cousin geralt was a polar bear and sy a kodiak. He knew youd be a bear because you were mates, and thats just how it worked.

He sat back cringing as you grunted moaning as things began to shift, your body would rid itself of toxins and ailments first. Flush your system before the real process began. He stood from the bed making his way to the bathroom to fetch the many damp towels he'd need to clean you up. It had been him to insight the change and now it was his duty to care for you through this difficult transition. And it would be is absolute pleasure, because this was the all important duty for him as a male his kind, this would tighten his bond with your beast. He would oversee everything and help you, even help break bones to help you shift faster. Anything to get you through a full shift cycle, to beast and back so you could awaken that little bit faster and begin your life as a true pairing. Despite th grusome nature of the event, walter couldnt be more pleased because thos was the true beginning of his life with you, and he wouldnt change a damn thing.

[rose-likesto-write]

Meant To Be..

Pairing:- Taecyeon x fem reader; very brief mentions of Chan (SKZ), Baekhyun (EXO) and Yeji (ITZY)

Genre:- Fluff, humour (maybe), angst

Warning:- curse words, swearing, a bit angst past of Taecyeon

Rating:- T

Word Count:- around 1 K

Tagged:- @atiny-exol @chicken-fifi

Summary:- He never thought that he found his mate after long years of search and in this way? The man who never felt the feels of jealousy, being grumpy like an old man is really now acting just like a 5 year old boy for this girl whom he feels is his mate and wants to claim her as his but the problem you ask? It's her little golden retriever puppy of whom he is jealous and thinks as an obstacle.

A/N:- I feel this is one of the shortest (kinda) fic I wrote as I didn't wanna drag it like unnecessarily. I can always make another parts, if you all wish to read. I am sorry :")... This scenario is a continuation of werewolf reaction

"What did I land myself into?" Taecyeon thought as he inspected the situation and environment around himself. While he was busy analysing the surroundings a gentle tug at the hem of his sleeve brought him out of train of thoughts. He looked at the big doe glistening eyes and a small pout playing on the lips.

"T-Thank y-you a-and pl-please I a-am sorry. I-i didn't meant to take you like this a-" your lightining speed speech was cut off in the beginning by him. "its okay and also I came with you and not the way around. Plus, why didn't you get your wounds treated huh? Don't say, it is a vet hospital and stuff. Come with me."

Okay, you didn't say anything because first of all, you were too overwhelmed to say anything. Second, this man whom you don't even know, you not only find him attractive but that you started liking him and feel safe? Thats a BIG statement but ofcourse, why would you tell him and finally, the way he was talking to you without giving you any chance to reply back made you feel something.

Weird right?

The vet hospital he took you to was the one where some of his friends of the other pack and other supernatural creatures work other than the human beings. "Dr Chan, we an emergency!" Taecyeon rushed into the said doctor's room without any fear scaring the poor werewolf.

"Taecyeon, what the heck!! Are you hurt anywhere? Did someone from other p- "It's a human girl" Taecyeon said refering to you as you were being pulled inside, while Chan had to blink a couple of times before understanding the complete situation before a mischievous smirk came up. "Oh, ma'am please take a seat as I call my colleagues Dr Baekhyun and Dr Yejin." Chan said while trying to control his laugh as he dialled the numbers.

"Not that little shit again, I swea- "but, he is good at stuff like this and why are you so worked up? Miss, please tell me the details while the other two doctors come in"

As much as this situation was making you confused as hell as to what was happening as the said doctor Chan was busy laughing at God knows what stuff, then him calling other two doc's as well and that gentleman whom you now know his name is Taecyeon is reacting kinda weird especially when doctor Chan mentioned the name of doctor Baek? Baekhyun.. yeah, Dr. Baekhyun; there was Taecyeon who was feeling many emotions and numerous thoughts were continuously going through this head due to which he couldn't arrive at a conclusion.

When Yeji took you in for treating and dressing the wounds both Dr Chan and Baekhyun took Taecyeon to a more isolated room quite far from yours. "Hyung, you know why we brought you here?" Chan said while Baekhyun took out some drinks from the small fridge. Taecyeon gave a confused look making the other two boys sigh in disappointment. "You found your mate!!" Baekhyun said with a soft smile, making his eyes widened even though he knew this was about to come. "But I c--- "What? You won't accept your mate Hyung? Oh, come on.. Don't act like those rogue wolves. We all kn-

"It's not about that!" Taecyeon raised his voice before covering his face with his hands. "We know what are you trying to say Hyung but what happened can't be undone! None of us can't even that pain but not every mate is like that! She isn't that bitch like Claire a-and remember that Hyung Seok will always with us." Taecyeon can't help but to cry as he remembered his brother who was once full of life, love, happiness, bravery. He was everything and was so perfect that it seemed so unreal but fate had cruel ways especially in the hands of his own mate, that's really a treachery and it can't be imagined even if you have rivals or enemies to go this way. Heaven forbid!!

The sad atmosphere changed when Dr Yeji entered the room along with you who was one step behind from being like an Egyptian mummy. "Oh, my god!! You had this much wounds, are you really okay? Why didn't you tell me?" His heart was beating so fast and his eyes were draped in a fabric of concern. You too were shocked as in no one ever was this concerned for you except for your parents and this person standing in front of you is a complete stranger in the span of almost 3 hours out of which you only came to know about his name. You too were so lost in each other's eyes that it was only Baekhyun's soft giggles that made you both break the eye contact and he got a harsh glare from Yeji.

A few days passed away, with nothing new. Taecyeon was trying to get back at his work but he couldn't somehow at some point of time, his mind and heart went back to you, the way you had looked at him when you asked for help or the way you tugged at his sleeve or your smile when you saw that pet of yours after the small surgery that had to take place. There was so much to think about even though you were together for only 4-5 hours that day.

Maybe Taecyeon was busy smiling like an idiot but his wolf wasn't pleased at all with him. His inner self was in a continuous argument mode.

His inner self:- You are the stupidest person. I have ever seen. I really don't know how did ma-

Taecyeon:- Hey, don't need to get down to that level. What's your problem anyway?

His inner self:- MY PROBLEM?! You being idiot is the problem. Why can't you talk to her? Even, when she called you as you were about to leave that hospital?

Taecyeon:- What would I have said that? It's okay but since you are my mate, let's go on a date?

His inner self:- You really have that much courage? You didn't even ask her name and here you were talking to take her on a date? Let alone that, you were so jealous of that little puppy!! Oh, my god...

Taecyeon:- Oh, please as if you weren't jealous. I had to control myself because you couldn't bear the sight of that puppy kissing her.

His inner self:- As if you wouldn't be.. Anyways, do something good and just like those close mates of yours said it's time for the open wounds to heal. Maybe, it won't heal 100% but that 80-90% is a necessity.

Taecyeon didn't reply back because he knew his inner self was right but he couldn't do anything and if you were his mate, his Luna then you would have to meet someday, somewhere and maybe that he was kinda jealous of the golden retriever.

The following evening, as he went out for a walk in the park near the river, a few minutes later barks and woofs were heard. He didn't gave it a much thought till he felt something near his leg along with something wet on his pants. He looked down at the puppy and he was kinda irritated as the pants were expensive and the small pup had dirtied it.

As soon as he held the puppy high, a soft voice broke all his anger. "Buzo, Where are you?" it's you and that's your voice. Taecyeon's inner self was on a overdrive because of happiness that finally, it and some contact even if it's just of voice.

The said puppy, Buzo barked at you, making you turn towards it and Taecyeon, and a shy smile came over on your face.

"Thank you so much once again, Mr Taecyeon. You again saved my Buzo and the way it looks at you, I can say that it likes you very much." As much as he was annoyed at Buzo, Taecyeon can't help but thank the golden retriever for giving a chance to meet you again....

Soon, enough you both exchanged numbers and started to have conversations. First through, SMS which lead to sharing of usernames of various social media accounts to having 2 hours of phone calls. The steady progress was observed and maybe it's this steady progress and your personality that started made Taecyeon to come to terms slowly and step by step.

He still hadn't shared his past with you, his true identity but slowly as he was opening his heart and emotions, you at the other gave the way and space for him to explore and let it out as if you knew how it feels to express and feel the slightest of vulnerability.

One day, he would surely come to terms with his own emotions, his feelings for you and even the slight jealousy he has when he sees the close relationship of yours and Buzo.. He can't wait for that day to come !

Maybe, this was Meant To Be... To also know this feeling of trying to understand ones know emotions, to try let go of the past, to try to fill at least some small voids which would later give that sense of peace, a sad yet happy memories and to have someone to share this especially to act like a child who feels his/her special candy or chocolate treat would be denied. it's really a beautiful feeling....

[pixicunt]

25 tae pls or ot7

Wolf pack BTS, Wolf Tae, drowning, cum inflation, implied ot7, overstimulation, wolves trying to get a human pregnant, kidnapping , noncon

wordcount: 1k

25. “You’re so cute when you’re struggling.”

"aww so much fight in such a little body"

You couldn't see his face but you knew his smile was bright, loving the way you screeched out in agony in the desolate forest just hoping anyone would hear you but with your mouth filling with dirt and twigs it was a little hard. With his hand firm on the back of your head pushing you down to into the moss.

"you think you could outrun me ? I knew you were stupid but not that stupid" his chest heaves, you could feel the ragged breathing on your neck when he had you pinned. you could only cry muffled into the air when his claws sink further into you. piercing the skin on your thigh and making your legs kick out in the excruciating pain.

Its only been two weeks since the wolf captured you and brought you back to his pack, you shouldn't have been walking alone in such a barren place. the first week was in preparation of getting you ready to be bred, the wolf and his brothers feeding you and making sure you were fit enough to carry one of their potential offspring.

The second week they began to touch you, feel your body and stretch you with their fingers, all of them so curious about human anatomy and how intoxicating you smell. The pack leader setting rules that no one were to succumb to their wolf instinct's, do not fuck the human yet, we must make sure she is a good candidate and if she can endure this week.

Relentless orgasm, tongue after tongue , finger after finger, hours turning into days with all your energy depleted as they toy with you. until Taehyung snapped. waking you from your sleep one night while his pack was asleep to fuck you open for the first time, his cock ripping you open with a hand over your mouth.

Fucking you open with slow thrust so he didn't wake his brothers. "thats it human, gonna fuck a baby into you until your nice and full for me" the pain of being fucked violently as well as the lack of fluids and rest made you black out, not the romantic fairytale you imagined.

Their fingers and tongues not enough to prepare you for the large length of the wolf penetrating you.

Taehyung forgot wolves have excellent scent and your slick was enough to wake them from their slumber, like a pack of feral wolves the fought over who would go next, tongues busy lapping at your leaking hole while another was busy fucking into you. all taking their turns fucking you open with their cock and cumming inside you, fucking open any unoccupied holes to warm and ready their cocks for your cunt.

"why dont we just cut her open and make a hole, I cant be patient" the leader quickly shot that down with a snarl. "we need it alive to carry the next generation, if you want to act feral then go out and find something to fuck, its a miracle Tae even found something" Hoseok frowns at the tone but stays to watch you regain consciousness for the 3rd time. "fine but I'm next and i wont be nice"

When you woke the next day you couldn't feel your legs, you think one of the meaner wolves broke a rib from fucking you to roughly but you knew you when you heard no sound of any wolf that it was your chance to run, cum gushing out of you when you stand to your two feet and wobble out the front door.

Taehyung always had a very keen sense. being the first one to mate you means he could feel you in his veins and in his blood. which makes you running from him a very stupid idea

"no more, I cant take anymore please"

"oh I could get use to you begging for me"

He takes your hair in his hand, collecting the pieces that fall over your face and grips it tight, he need to make sure you were pliant if you were going to take his knot. he pushes into you slowly, growling as he bottoms out, you claw at the dirt but he was already inside

"your so cute when your struggling"

He takes you by the hair and pushes you into the river that runs across their territory, a small stream of water but deep enough to drown someone in. He forces your head down under the running water, your eyes open in a panic, trying to breathe in and only taking in water as it soaks your lungs.

"but its better if you don't push your luck"

Your chest feeling like it was being crushed by two slowly closing walls, lungs burning and mind screaming for oxygen, when your body stop wiggling and your head stops thrashing under water he lets out a pleasant sigh, your walls squeezing him so tightly.

"thats it, give in to me, let me put a baby in you"

He pushes into you again, tip to base, tip to base getting you adjudged to his overwhelming length. He rips you by the hair out of the water, his pace punishing and cruel, too much for a human like you to take.

His hand tight in your hair as he breeds you full.

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Flesh & Blood | Part One (Prologue)

Series Summary: A mysterious stranger with ties to your past shows up in your small village

Chapter Summary: Saint Mary’s Convent of Budapest has an unwelcome visitor

Pairing: Count Dracula x reader 

Word Count: 1445

Warnings: mentions of death & blood (I mean, it’s a vampire story so..)

A/N: spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :) if you want to be added to the taglist please drop me a message in my ask box

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1897

It started when the undead man arrived. 

The fishermen found him caught up in their nets and they brought him straight here. He should have been dead. I mean he was dead, but he was also alive and talking. He didn’t make any sense. 

Once he was inside the convent walls none of us saw him. We were instructed by Mother Superior not to enter the room where he was. Only sister Agatha was allowed to speak with him. 

A week passed and we carried on our business as usual, but rumours were beginning to spread about who this man was. More importantly what this man was. 

One night as we were preparing dinner, the usually quiet walls of the convent were suddenly filled with the sound of windows smashing, and an unholy screeching noise. Bats flew frantically around our heads as sisters ran screaming. Then we heard the bell and we knew what was happening. We had been warned this night would come. 

As we hurried to assemble in the courtyard that's when I saw him for the first time. The Count we had been told stories about, stood naked on the other side of the big iron gates.

“Sister Agatha, have you been up to one of your secret projects again?” Mother Superior asks, a hint of annoyance in her voice. 

“You’d better hope so” Agatha responds confidently.

As we get closer I see the Count more clearly. He’s more handsome than I had imagined, even though he is covered in blood.

“This is exciting” he says in a British gentleman voice, pressing his face up to the bars of the gate. “this will be the most nuns I’ve had in one sitting”

Once we are in place Sister Agatha gives us the signal.

“Sisters, present arms” she calls and we take out the wooden stakes we had spent the past week carving in preparation for this very night. 

Instead of striking fear the Count seems more excited. 

“ooh, I see my arrival was anticipated”

“I was aware of the possibility” Agatha responds calmly. 

“Sister Agatha, what have you brought down upon us?” Mother Superior is trying to appear as calm but I can tell she is concerned. 

Suddenly the Count slams up against the gates, the iron banging loudly making us all jump. 

“Coo-ee! Hello ladies!” He shouts but gets no response “I don't want to worry you, but the army of the faithful cant seem to look me in the eye” he scans across the sister’s faces until he lands on mine. I lock eyes with him and feel my breath hitch in my throat. I know I should look away but I just can’t.

“except one” he adds.

Mother Superior turns around and I quickly avert my gaze, taking a deep breath. My heart feels like it’s going to beat its way out of my chest. Sister Agatha takes a step closer to him. 

“You're naked and they’re nuns. Its isn’t your eye they’re not looking at”

“Well isn’t anyone going to invite me in” he ignores her, addressing us again “I’ve come a long way to see you”

“Certainly not” Mother Superior states firmly. 

“Sister Y/N, the key” Agatha says and I look up at her in shock. 

She stands waiting, but she doesn’t take her eyes off the Count. I glance at the other sisters who are looking at me pleadingly not to do it, then back at Agatha. 

“you cannot be serious” Mother Superior questions her

“I am more than serious, I am completely confident” she responds before turning to me and holding her hand out. I send a quick glance to Mother Superior then take slow steps toward Agatha. 

“that’s it Y/N, oh you are a good girl aren’t you?” I try my best to ignore the Count’s remarks as I hesitantly place the key in Agatha’s hand before turning and rejoining the sisters. 

Agatha approaches the gate, puts the key in the lock and turns it slowly. The click of the metal as it unlocks places a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. She opens the gate, the Count stands grinning maniacally watching her. Once open she stands almost face to face with him. 

“This is Saint Mary’s convent of Budapest and you are not welcome here.” She says confidently “You are more specifically not invited in”

He glares at her for a moment before a loud roar spills from his blood covered lips. A few of the sisters let out small whimpers, but I stand silently with my eyes transfixed on his face. 

“Look at them” he shouts, gesturing to us “look at your sisters. One of them, thats all I need. If just one of your pretty little army beckons me in…” his eyes fall on me “I will tear your world to pieces and I will drink my fill”

With one last growl the Count turns and saunters away. The courtyard erupts into action as sisters frantically move around but I find myself stood frozen in place watching him disappear into the darkness. 

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An hour later we have all been called to the church hall to pray. Mother Superior stands at the front speaking to us all. 

“…he will not reach down to save us, we will rise to meet him. Let us pray”

We bow our heads and begin our pleas to God for help and strength but are interrupted by sounds of coughing and a familiar voice. 

“she was just clearing her throat” 

I look up to see the now fully clothed Count holding Mother Superior’s head in the air as he stands next to her headless bleeding body. Panic sets in as sisters scream and flee for their lives. 

The Count closes in on a group of sisters who are backed into a corner but stops when they present their crucifix necklaces. I grab mine from around my neck and hold it up in the air. 

“Oh of course. Nuns. You have those things, which work actually. Even though you will never guess why” he drags a wooden chair into the centre of the room and takes a seat. “So I suppose I’ll just have to control myself. But between you and me, controlling wolves in just so much more fun”

We hear the sound of howling as a pack of wolves enter the room, calmly watching us. A sister tries to make a run for it but is caught and ripped apart in front of our eyes.

“Woah! Oh, ow that must have hurt” the Count laughs and the room erupts into chaos. Sisters and wolves running. Screams and howls merge into one horrendous sound. Blood soaking everything. And in the middle of it all, the Count watching and laughing. 

I realise I would never make it if I tried to run so I fall down the floor and roll under one of the benches, praying silently as I wait for my turn to die. From under the bench I watch as the last remaining sister is knocked down and dragged away screaming. I slap my hand over my mouth tightly to suppress my own scream as the room falls silent. I lie there shaking as I listen to quiet footsteps approach and a wolf sniffing around the bench I am under. 

I close my eyes waiting for the inevitable. 

But it never comes. 

The wolf turns and leaves and I let out a small sigh. 

Suddenly the bench is ripped from above me and I cant stop the scream from escaping my mouth as I look up to see the Count stood over me. He grins at me as I lie there completely vulnerable. 

He extends his hand to me and when I don't take it he raises his eyebrows.

“Y/N” he almost sings my name, but I hear the danger in his voice warning me not to disobey him. 

I comply, reluctantly placing my hand in his. He pulls me up fast and I stumble, falling into him and he holds me close to his chest. 

He brings his face close to mine but I don't dare look at him. He moves my hair gently off my neck and I feel his nose trail across my skin. He pauses.

“You know what, I think I’ve had enough nuns for one day” he whispers in my ear as he releases his hold on me and takes a step back. 

I look at him wide eyed. He winks at me and walks away, leaving me stood alone in the middle of a pool of flesh & blood. 

I will never understand why he spared me, but I feel this is not the last I will see of the Count. 

Part Two

[queen-in-the-shadows]

Be Your Own Anchor Chapter 3

Warnings: timeskip (if thats a warning??) Um, kinda short, another update should be coming later today as well.

I wake up in my bed with a start, I could have sworn the feeling of mulch against my skin was real. I shook myself from the weird and overly realistic dream, glancing at my phone for the time. 5:59, time to get up. I head to my bathroom, taking a second glance, and then a third in the mirror as I see a few leaves and twigs in my hair and what looks like a small layer of dirt on my chest and face. I started pulling the leaves and twigs from my hair, mortified as to how I could have ended up with them and the dirt on me. “What… what happened?” I brushed my hair one last time before turning on and stepping into the shower, washing up quickly before stepping out to grab some clothes. I combed and dried my hair before sitting at my vanity, doing basic makeup to detract from the bags under my eyes. I had cut most of class yesterday, not as if my parents cared at all, not if I held at least a 3.5 GPA. I brushed my teeth quickly, skipping breakfast, and grabbed my shoes, backpack and purse, heading out to my car to make the trek to the school. With the boys standing at my locker, I knew they weren’t here long. Finally reaching them, I opened my locker door, starting to place the books I wouldn’t need until later inside, before it was almost shut by a very pretty, yet random girl, and Stiles was vying for her attention.

“I love your jacket! Where’d you get it?”

"Uh, my- my mom helped me find it when I was in (hometown)..." I sent the boys a confused glance as I answered her, my eyebrow quirked.

"And you are my new best friend." The girl smiled at me before she turned to go talk to another boy.

"And that was...?" I trailed off, my question obvious, glancing between the two boys in front of me.

"Lydia Martin." Stiles told me, as she walked back towards us. I realized then that she had the next class with me, and she pulled me away just as I managed to shut my locker and wave a pitiful goodbye to the two boys.

My first day back in nearly 4 weeks, and I had only just finished off the first 3 periods of the day, turning in the absent work that had been brought to my house (by Stiles of course) and asking someone from each class to borrow their notes. Finally, the bell that signaled the end of third period rang, dismissing me to head to lunch and find the boys, where I saw them almost immediately. I walked towards them, seeing a blond-haired boy with a scarf around his neck. "Hey guys! Aren’t ya gonna introduce me to your friend?" I smirked, taking a long enough look at him to eye him up and down, a smirk now pulling at his lips as I sat down. Stiles scoffed, clearing his throat and rolling his eyes at my antics.

"Yes, sir?" I ask, my lips in a pout as I look at him through my lashes, trying to hold back a laugh as I hear the blond give a small laugh, only for Stiles to scoff once more. I genuinely enjoyed playing like this with the boys.

"(Y/n), the scarf-obsessed pessimist there, is Isaac." Stiles rolled his eyes, pointing at the boy before dropping his hand. I hadn’t been to school since the day I met Lydia, having to leave to go sit by my grandfather’s bedside in New York, so neither knew that what we had joked about, Scott and I being werewolves, was real- at least for one of us. I had ended up locking myself up with some silver chains on the night of the full moon, too nervous not to- even if I did think it was all a joke, better safe than sorry. The last thing they knew about my bite, was that it disappeared, much like Scott’s had. Stiles lowered his voice, "But, seriously, I did some research on what happened, what could cause a bite to go away like that…" I didn’t need to involve these boys, I wanted to make sure they didn’t know. I didn’t want them to be in danger. I was getting angry, annoyed with Stiles’ prying.

“Let it go Stiles. I’m fine, Scott is fine, and who knows- maybe we just thought we were bit and instead we just bruised ourselves or something!” I knew I was bit. Could prove it now. But I wouldn’t, because as much as his prying annoyed me, I wanted to keep the boys away from this life. Besides, he was the one trying to convince me that wolves don’t live in California. Well, he was partially right. I hid my hands under the table, glancing down to avoid looking in their eyes, I could tell my own had changed color once again. I needed to control it better, I needed to not be angry all the time. Couldn’t he feel my distaste for this topic?

The next thing I knew, Stiles had said something random about wolves possibly being back in California, and I had met his eyes, a low but soft growl coming from my chest. I took in a large breath, holding it as I dropped my head again just as fast, having seen all three boys’ eyes go wide. My hands had tightened into fists, my nails sinking into the palms of my hands. I could hear Stiles’ heartbeat having sped up just a bit, but Isaac and Scott both had even beats, not nervous or scared in the slightest.

I saw a hand starting towards my own, before I pulled away, tucking them around myself. “How long?”

“What? How long for what?” I feigned innocence, having calmed enough to know I could have some semblance of control over my eyes, looking around the table as though I had no clue what they meant. Scott’s eyes seemed to reflect my own, or what my own could be, having turned a bright, glowing, golden yellow for a fraction of a second. I gasped. “Oh my gosh…. What a cool trick! Show me how you did that! The yellow is so pretty, you had to have used lasers or something, didn’t you?” I rambled on; I might as well commit to the act. Isaac was the next to do the same thing.

“We need to go see Derek; he can help you.”

“What do you mean help me? Help me make my eyes flash pretty?”

“(Y/n), we know you know what were talking about. The bite. What happened on the full moon for you, (y/n)?” Scott was the one to speak up, calling me out on the act. I paled, my heart stopping for a moment before I began getting angry again. “We need to go see Derek.”

“First of all, that’s none of your business. I didn’t hurt anyone and that’s all you deserve to know. Second, I’m not ditching school on my first day back. And third, I’m not going anywhere with you guys when you’ve been like this for at least as long as I have now.”

Isaac took over for Scott, “(Y/n), we need to go to Derek’s. And you need to calm down, before something bad happens and you wolf-out on us and everyone here.”

I looked up at him, not taking kindly to being told what to do, but knowing he had a point. A second later, there was a hand over mine, resting on my thigh and rubbing circles over the back of my hand. I looked over at Stiles who sent me a small smile, and I released a huff of air. I may be only annoyed now, but at least I wasn’t going to wolf out.

“I’m sorry for having brought this up.” He sent another smile my way, and I nodded, before looking to where his hand still grasped my own. “Oh, uh… sorry!” His cheeks had turned a light shade of pink and I chuckled, before sending Isaac the best bitch face I could manage.

"So, Isaac, why are you telling me what do?” I received no answer, only a blank, worried look from the boy. "Well...? You gonna answer the question or not, playboy?” Again, he may be cute, but I don’t take orders from anybody, and especially not without good reason, and I have no problem calling someone out when need be. The boy only chuckled, shaking his head back and forth a few times before motioning for Scott, Stiles and I to stand.

"Come on. We're going to go see Derek."

“No. I’m going to class. You can go see Derek. Or wait until after school. That’s the choices.”

[cl0udstrife]

stevebucky teen wolf au Now

okay i literally think i wrote this when i was a tiny small child in high school and what i am going to do is a real fucking solid by adding the entire horrific wip as a read more onto this ask... as a gift

prompt: high school teen wolf-esque au bucky/steve. steve being a werewolf & bucky being his annoyed, punk boyfriend.

Moore is a Communications officer in Winter Soldier and he's only seen for, like, a minute at most in the film. He's played by Danny Pudi, well-known for his role as Abed in Community.

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It's a dark, windy night. Beacon Hills was mostly silent, most of its teenaged residents sleeping in preparation for the first day of school. There was the exception of a few officers exploring the Preserve, however, in search of something that was sure to be a gruesome sight when found.

On this night, Steve Rogers is doing push-ups in his room, remaining completely unaware of the inclement weather. Sweat drips down his forehead and his arms shake with each one, but he grits his teeth and carries on.

He wants to gain some muscles, he really does, but it's hard to accomplish when he gets out of breath after a couple of push-ups. Feeling somewhat dizzy after his twentieth, he calls it quits and collapses onto the floor, groaning into the carpet.

He frowns, thinking he heard a noise other than his anguished complaints aimed at the floorboards. Waiting for a second, he listens and hears the noise repeated again, but louder.

Nervously, he gets up and wipes himself off with a towel. Then, he grabs the baseball bat from under his bed and heads for the door to check outside.

"Hello?" he calls out, stepping outside and looking around the porch while inwardly cursing himself for doing so. He feels like he's in a horror movie with this set up and decides to roll with it, asking, "Anybody there?"

At his words, he hears a muffled curse; someone falls down from the roof, landing straight onto the porch.

"Bucky, what the hell," Steve says flatly, glaring down at the groaning body of his friend splayed out on the porch in front of him. He gets the middle finger for his efforts and can't resist the need to roll his eyes.

"Heard something kinda cool and I wanted to tell you about it," Bucky tells him excitedly as he pushes up into a sitting position. His friend offers him a hand up and he gratefully accepts it, offering a sheepish grin when Steve just continues to glare down at him. "I was hanging around by the station with Sam 'cause his step-dad's the Sheriff now and he's one of the biggest do-gooders I've ever seen. So we were just sitting there, minding our own business, when we just happened to overhear something about a couple joggers finding half of this girl's dead body in the woods."

"I'm not going," Steve interjects almost immediately, ignoring Bucky's falsely wounded expression. "And Sam's nice so don't pull him into any trouble."

"You didn't even let me finish! I mean, okay, I was definitely gonna ask you to come along," Bucky admits, laughing nervously as his friend's glare only becomes more hostile. He grins easily, though, leaning back against the porch railing and saying, "C'mon, punk, you don't want me going by myself and getting eaten by wolves, right?"

"I should let the wolves have you, jerk," Steve muttered darkly, glaring at him as he stepped inside his house and began to walk upstairs. Nervously, Bucky lingered in the doorway and stared after his disappearing form. From upstairs, a voice called out, "Gimme a minute, Buck, I'm grabbing some stuff and we'll go!"

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"Okay, so we might be a bit lost," Bucky says about 30 minutes later, giving their surroundings a frustrated glare. He looks down at his phone, sighing as it once again recalculates their route. Seeing Steve's confused and somewhat angry expression, he explains, "I'm pretty sure we've passed this tree, like, three times by now and I can't even find anything. Should we head back?"

"Yeah, if we can't find anything soon," Steve calls back, walking ahead of him slightly and pushing the thick foliage out of his face. He smirks when his friend lets out an obviously faked noise of pain and agony, knowing it had smacked him in the face.

They walk for a couple more minutes when one of them spots the hill about a feet away. They eagerly sprint in that direction before beginning the slow trudge up the hill. Steve has to pause for a moment, leaning against Bucky's shoulder, as he takes out his inhaler.

"Sorry, Buck," he apologizes, taking a breath and then putting the inhaler into his mouth. He breathes in slowly, removing the inhaler from his mouth and holding his breath for a couple seconds. He breathes back out again and they walk all the way up to the top without any more problems.

"Oh shit," Bucky hisses as soon as they reach the top, sharp eyes locking onto the flashlights and the quickly moving forms of the officers, their policedogs sniffing up ahead of them. "I'm gonna run down there, man. Meet you there if I don't get caught!"

He runs off, leaving his annoyed friend to catch his breath and use his inhaler once more before he can follow.

Bucky tries to remain out of sight, but he's over-eager and very excited to find out what's going on. His excitement is what leads to him being spotted by the Sheriff, the man immediately shaking his head when he sees the boy. It's easy to tell who it is by the leather jacket and extremely messy eyeliner alone.

"Barnes?" he calls out, walking over to the tree that Bucky had attempted to duck behind at the last minute. The man's tired eyes roved over the landscape, seeking out his asthmatic friend or his own boy, but he eventually gave up when neither of them appeared in his line of sight. Grabbing Bucky by the shoulder, he asked, "What brings you here, kid? Sam isn't with you, is he?"

"Uh, no," Bucky assured him, pulling out of his grip. He puts his hands in his pockets, leaning back against the tree's bark. He's smirking as he adds, "I came in by myself when I heard about the search party, y'know? Sam told me I shouldn't get involved, he's one of those kind-hearted athletic types, but I really wanted to see what was up."

"Thank god for that, at least," the Sheriff mutters under his breath, running a hand through his graying brown hair. He had a strong feeling most of the gray hairs were due to teenagers like the troublesome Bucky Barnes. He still has the feeling he's been lied to, though, and inquires, "You sure it was just you?"

"Yeah," Bucky drawls out, lips twitching up into a grin. He pushes off from the tree, glances over his shoulder at the men staring at the two of them, and asks, "Can I go now? I need to get to my bike."

"I'll have someone walk you there to make sure you get out of here safely," he replies, giving the boy a stern glare. He pushes up his glasses, briefly entertaining the thought of contacts. Glancing over at their newest officer, the Sheriff tells him, "Moore, make sure this kid gets home."

"Yes, sir," agreed Moore, revealing himself to be an awkward young man in his 30s. He smiles nervously at Bucky who mulishly stares back at him. Moore breaks off eye contact, sighing, and the two of them leave the woods in search of his vehicle.

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okay thats literally it you can go now i know its A+

[shereadsandwritesformelanin]

The Baker And Her Actor: part IV [Click, Click, and Post!]

Parings: Chris Evans x Black Fem!Reader

Summary: You meet Chris while making a house delivery for the Evans. He can’t get you off of his mind, and to be honest neither can you.

Warnings: profanity, sexual content, angst, but overall fluff!

Notes: I hope you guys enjoy! If you have any request feel free to share those. Leave comments in the notes section!

Previous parts: (1) (2) (3) (3 cont.)

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Y/n’s Point Of View:

Body aching, you shift once more before waking up.

You let out a loud groan of fustration. You’d beeen tossing and turning all night.

You were sad and felt like an idiot for what you did to Chris. Running off like Cinderella with no explinatiom was just so pathetic, especially after the perfect night you to had.

You knew you wanted to take things slow and you should have just conveyed that instead of running off no questions asked.

You needed to make things right.

Rolling over reaching into your night stan you grab your phone yanking out the charger.

Two missed calls from Kiara.

One text message from deac.

Three twitter notifications.

Nothing from Chris.

Sighing, you make your way over to the messages app. Opening up the messages between you and Chris.

Reluctantly you begin typing worried to wake him or if he’d be too upset and just leave you on read, and well who could you really blame if he did.

Y/n: Hi.

It had been fifteen minutes since you sent that lackluster texts message.

He’d probably seen it and thrown it and you away for some other hot Hollywood chick he had stored in his phone.

How was it possible to even screw that up.

Well great job Y/n another one bites the dust.

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Chris’s Point Of View:

I’d be lying if i say I hadn’t seen your message. I wasn’t busy, I wasn’t doing anything at all.

I was just confused. You had me confused, confused enough to sit on my sofa coffee in hand watching my phone hoping you’d text again or even call.

I shouldn’t be a dick. I’m sure you had your reasons for pulling away, maybe it was too fast or you weren’t really into me.

Were you using me?

No I can’t think that, you’d never. You didn’t seem like the type. If you were you’d done it already and wash your hands with me by now.

Just fucking text her back, meatball.

Chris: Hi.

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Y/n’s Point Of View:

Your phone pinged from across the room. Hearing the alert almost made you jump across the terrain of your bedroom.

Notification from The Captain.

Your heart nearly stopped. He finally responded like you hoped he would.

The Captain: Hi.

Shit he seems upset.

Call him.

Setting aside your nerves and pride you dial his number hoping he’d pick up so you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself once more.

Pick up.

Pick up.

C’mon pick up

Just pick up th-.

“Hello.” His raspy voice answers.

Oh

“Hello- erm good morning.” You state attempting to should chipper.

“Good morning y/n.” Chris repeats.

Just cut to the chase.

“So..about last night.’ You mutter. “I just want you to know it’s not you I promise I’m just stupid and shouldn’t have pulled away you were nothing but great I just. I’m not sure why I did that.”

Lying obviously.

“Y/n. You don’t have to explain anything to me, I’m not upset. I’d be lying if I say I wasn’t shocked and confused. But I’m not upset or blaming you.” Chris reassures.

Even through the phone he managed to convey his bubbling emotions.

“Can I see you today.” You ask nerves bubbling in your chest.

“What do you have in mind?”

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You arrive at Chris’s house after an slight delay at the security gate. You couldn’t believe they thought you were there to “violate the tenants homes.”

Y/n: I’m outside.

The Captain: Im coming.

Finally you see Chris, jogging out of his home making sure to lock the door on his way out.

You unlock the door allowing him to jump into the passenger seat.

“Hey, sorry I was late dodger was being a tad bit fussy.” Chris apologizes.

“No, I’m sorry you have to be in my half ass car.” You joke

“No it’s great. Seriously!’ Chris reassures. “You got leather seats and Evan a sun roof.”

“Chris its a thirteen year old car, I’m suprised she’s still going.”

“Speaking of going. Where are we going?” Chris quips

“You’ll see.” You smirk

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“A farmers market?” Chris questions stepping out of the car.

“Yes this is where I get my produce I don’t want any of the pesticides in grocery store produce.” You explain grabing your reusable grocery bags from the back seat.

“I hadn’t even thought about that before.’ Chris admits. “Let me get that for you.” Taking the bags from you slinging them over his shoulder.

You notice him slipping on some sun glasses. It wasn’t sunny at all, it was actually quite dull out.

“What’s with the glasses MIB?” You tease.

“Just not in the mood to be recognized, thats all.”

Sometimes when you were with Chris it slipped your mind that he was a wildly famous A-list celebrity. So you could understand the need for privacy and not wanting to be noticed all the time.

“Mm.’ You say. “Oh I always wanna get these Dutch donuts for my team. They’ve been working so hard I think they deserve something.”

“That’s sweet of you. I can help you bring them.” Chris offers

“If you want, but warning kiaras there and she’ll be a little bit over the top.” You warn

“Yeah I figured that when she pretended to not know I was in the house on our date.” Chris admits chuckling lightly.

You let a small smile paint your face thinking back to your date. “So about our date, I really wanna be honest and transparent here.” You say picking threw a pile of apples.

Chris faces you giving his undivided attention. It was clear to him there was something you wanted to get off your chest since you continued to peruse the conversation.

“It’s just, I haven’t talked to a guy, been with a guy, touched a guy in five years since my last serious relationship and I freaked out.” You admit sheepishly.

You couldn’t look at him you were too embarrassed.

You felt Chris slip his hand onto your free one rubbing across its skin comforting.

“Y/n like I said before you don’t have to explain it to me. I’m not upset, but I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to tell me this. I want what you want. We can take this as slow as you’d like.” Chris clarifies

You for sure felt like Chris was a safe space for you. He wasn’t judging you or shaming you. He was kind and understanding, another thing you loved about him.

“Let’s get their donuts.” You say.

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“Ladies first.” Chris smirks opening the door for you, hands full of donut boxes.

You cheeks burn the heat rising he definitely knew what he was doing being so cheeky.

“Guys I brought snacks!” You shout hoping to catch their attention in the back.

Kiara springs out from the kitchen, hair in a bun outfit covered in flour. “Yes you did, and I’m not talking about the food.” Kiara flirts undressing Chris with her eyes.

Chris erupts in a belly laugh. You knew she was only kidding but you felt a little jealous, even though he wasn’t yours.

“Okay.’ You interrupt sass in your voice. “so I have different assortments of donuts. So take your pick and choose wisely.”

You feel a familiar hand rest on your shoulder. “You okay.” Chris ask eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, yes I’m great.” You lie shaking off the bad vibes.

Chris shoots you a small smile, Warming your heart.

You notice Deac coming out of the kitchen. Arms crossed tightly.

“What’s all this.” Deacon speaks.

“Uh this, is me bringing you guys a treat for you hard work.” You motion to all the donuts

“And him.” Deac points at Chris .

The room goes stiff.

Please not now.

Deacon let’s out a sarcastic chuckle. “I just don’t understand, I’ve known your for a long ass time and you’ve never gone out with me, there is always some excuse, but you meet mr. hot shot Hollywood and your all over him. Just don’t be disappointed when he lets you down y/n.” Deacon states practically shouting.

The room was silent as he threw his Apron down rushing out of the building.

Your heart raced, turning to face Chris you notice he was quite red. Clearly flustered but what just went down.

“I should go.” Chris states hesitantly

“How you didn’t drive?” You remind him

“Don’t worry about me.” Chris says turning to walk out.

“Chris Wait!” You shout following him out.

“Y/n, it’s fine I should get going anyway. I don’t wanna damper the party.” Chris admits voice soft

“You aren’t, please don’t be mad.” You plead

Chris brings you in for a hug placing a small kiss on your hairline. “I’m not mad I promise.” Chris states

You both stay embrace in each other for what seems like an eternity.

A sudden shift in Chris body causes your eyes to shoot open. “Shit.” He whispers shouts

Pulling back immediately.

“What, what is it?” You question anxiously

“I got to go, go back inside please.” Chris begs walking away.

You follow his orders walking back in side completely baffled by what’s just happened.

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Chris’s Point Of View:

Getting back home I quickly get on the phone.

“Megan, yeah we have a problem.” I state prepared to tell her everything.

Everything about how I’d been seeing you, how a pap had just shot about 50 photos of us in the span of .5 seconds.

This wasn’t good, and was the last thing I wanted for you.

“Chris this could be all over the news by tomorrow morning, what were you thinking.” Megan shouts

“I wasn’t! I thought we were safe!” I rebuttle.

“How do you know she didn’t call the paparazzi? It wouldn’t be the first time someone you’ve been talking to has done that.” She reminds me

Sitting back down I place my head in my palms fustrated. “I know I know.” I repeat.

“We can fix this, we have to for y/n’s sake she isn’t ready for the wolves yet.” I speak.

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A/n: so like I stated previously this is based off the beauty and the baker on abc and I don’t wanna pull to far from that. So Deacon is gonna be our Vanessa 🤣.

But I know things seem rocky but they are in a good spot. Their both confused and now Chris is angry that he put you in that position to get violated by the public.

Kiara is just jokingly flirting nothing serious she supports them!

This is gonna be a long tale for our love birds. ❤️

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@toniilaney

[the-fiction-witch]

The Enchantress P2

REAL LIFE X MAGIC X MYTHICAL CREATURES X FANTASY COUPLE TBS X READER RATING SWEARING, SEXUAL SCENE'S, NUDITY 

It seemed honest like no time at all, even if I had grown a lot in the time between. and Yet I still had so much growing to do. Not two days after my father died I went to the factories and began begging on their doorsteps for work, anything at all Most of them had no interest in a begging boy. Until I reached a Fabric factory, I begged at the doorstep as I did with everyone he didn't seem convinced. But He took pity on me especially when he realized as I was less than half the age of the rest of his staff he could pay me less than half of everyone else and he agreed to give me a job. So I had been working every single day of my life from the crack of dawn to twilight, I couldn't afford the house so I simply moved into a room in that stone Temple so I could take better care of Y/n. I sighed finishing my work. the dust thick on my clothes and skin, the factory dark and dangerous. The noise began to slow as people shut there machines down, I stood powering down the machines and cleaning up where I had been working waiting for the whistle that we could all head home.

"Hey, Luke ya comin' down the pub tonight?" Alex yelled as he cleaned up his machine just beside my own,

"Maybe, that's if the Mrs lets me out" He laughed back to him

"Oh really come on Luke, Just get home lay her down on the table, fuck her pretty little pussy and say, I'm goin' out with the guys tonight babe and I'll fuck ya again when I get back" he laughed

"Sure Alex" luke laughed

"What about you tom? Ya coming out tonight?" he asked as he turned to me

"Sorry, I'm busy" I answered not really waiting to hold much of a conversation with him

"Ohh come on your not stayin' home with ya Mrs too?" He laughed

"Really? Tommy? Luke get real he's a rid" Luke laughed

"Good point, have your balls even dropped yet kid?" Alex laughed at me

"Yeah, very funny guys" I sighed concentrating on my work

"Your fairly lucky thomas," harry says from the other side of the machines

"How so?" I asked

"I've seen you" he laughs "I've seen you sneaking out into the woods. If you where any sort of man I'd tell you to be careful"

"what are you talking about?" I asked

"The Enchantress'" They all whispered

"The Enchantress' live in that woods. They Howl like wolves and Feed Like Vampires" Luke laughed

"They Prey on horny men desperate for the touch of a lady" Harry laughed

"They'll appear all beautiful and flash there pretty little tits at ya! Before ya know it she's ridin' on ya full cowgirl and as soon as ya cum she'll eat ya alive!" Alex laughed

"Don't worry thomas, They only eat after sex so as long as your balls haven't dropped they won't bother you" Luke laughed

"Come on guys Enchantress' are just a myth" I lied Just as the whistle went so I grabbed my bag and almost ran through the factory and through the little town. I tried my best to avoid people as I headed out into the woods the path thats been formed from me walking backwards and forwards every day for years. I saw the stone temple and I checked knowone was following me and I smiled a little. "Y/n?" I called but nothing "Y/n? where are you?" I asked walking up the stairs and opened the heavy wooden door "Y/n? Hello?" I called walking slowly through the rooms of the temple seeing my room, her room and all the other rooms but she wasn't there. I left again looking around the garden behind the temple "Y/n? Hello? Y/n!" I yelled looking around the garden at the hedges and flowers I was about to call her again.

But I saw her kneeled on the grass her head in the bush her little blue dress almost exposing her little butt. I blushed a little but snuck up and tickled her waist

"Aaaahhhh!" Nooooooo!" she giggled as I pulled her out as she kicked and laughed as she laid on the grass "Thomas stop!" she giggled

She laid on the grass on her back, her little blue dress hung off her like a robe, her hair cut short as she hated having it too long, her pretty Y/E/C eyes looking up at the sky open squeezing shut where I was tickling her, her little smooth legs trying to playfully kick me as I tickled her

"Okay okay, I'm sorry" I laugh stopping tickling her "Hi"

"Hi" she giggled

"were you hiding from me?" I asked

"Noooo" she whines "I was looking for bunsybun" she complains

"Where'd you lose him today?" I sighed

"Under the bushes," she says I went to move to look but she stopped me

"what?"

"I missed you" she smiled

"I missed you too" I blushed as she rested her forehead against my own rubbing her nose against mine I did it too giving her a little cuddle "Come on y/n lets go find Bunsybun," I told her getting up and helping her up too, we looked around the garden for a while till she found her little bunny plush so we sat on the steps cleaning it up

"Thomas?" she asks

"What is it y/n?" I asked her

"Practice?" she asks

"Okay" I smiled taking her Plush "Close your eyes" I laughed covering her eyes with my hand she did shut them so I got up and began looking for a place to hide her plush but I saw her eye open "Hey! No peaking thats cheating" I warn her she shut her eyes again so I hid her plush in one of the tall trees and went back sitting with her "Okay, go find him" I told her and she giggled jumping down the step her hands turning to her claws as she ran through the garden skulking a while till she found the tree I hid it in, she jumped up grabbing it with her fangs and running back to me "Good girl" I smiled fixing her hair for her

"Again?" she asks

"Alright" I laughed taking it from her "No peaking" I warn

I sat looking out across the woods looking at the smoke coming from the chimneys in town, the sky turning dark, the sound of the wind whistling through the high tree's as I sat on the cold stone, I heard steps behind me and I heard her sit with me.

"Hi thomas" she smiled

"Hi y/n" I smiled back she rested her head on my shoulder and I smiled a little moving my head so she had a little more space "You okay?" I asked

"Umm... It's quiet tonight" she says

"it is, to quiet" I warned her

"You always say that," she smiled "Thomas... what are you scared off? thats out there?"

"People" I sighed

"People?" she asks

"Every day they get closer, close to finding this place, I don't know what'll happen if someone finds you," I told her

"You'll look after me" she smiled moving so her forehead was on mine

"what if I'm not here?" I asked her "Or... I can't protect you?"

"Then I'll protect you," she says rubbing my nose with her own

"Y/n, We just need to be careful," I told her

"I know, but I feel safe with you" she smiled resting on my shoulder again

"I feel safe with you too y/n" I smiled wrapping an arm around her

"Thomas can I ask you something?" she asks

"Sure Y/n" I smiled

"Can I ask a favour?" she asks

"Aww, of course, anything you want"

"Can I hunt?" she asks

"Y/n" I sighed holding her hands "You know you can't go hunting"

"but thomas" she whines

"Y/n I know you're hungry, I know you want to go out and hunt like your mother but your not old enough to hunt yet" I explain to her

"Please thomas, I want to hunt" she begs

"Look I'll let you hunt. On your next birthday," I told her

"You Promise?" she asks

"Of course I promise y/n" I smiled

"Okay, Come on bedtime" she smiled

"A little longer, you get to bed. I'll stay up in case something happens"

"Come to bed thomas," she says

"I'm not tired," I tell her

"Did  ask if you were tired?" she asks

"No" I laughed

"what did I say?" she asks

"Bedtime" I smiled

"Alright come on then sleepy time," she giggled tugging my hand pulling me back to my room.

I sat looking out at the rain from my window, The ash from the town grows higher everyday, the woods shink every week and my fear grew worse that someone would find us here. The rain battered everything for miles, the green of the woods turned a murky grey by the dark sky and the mud. The garden began to fade and inside me grew a fear that I was struggling to repress. My age. The unstoppable force of my own ageing was being to worry me, as did hers. soon enough she would be hunting and I don't know if after that she will need me to protect her. Soon she will change and become like her mother, a seductive man-killing monster, and soon I was to be a man. I was unsure how much longer I could stay here with her. I didn't want to leave her, But if I didn't would I be forever looking over my shoulder for fear of her Enchanting spells to purely turn me into one of her victims if I wouldn't be the first.  I heard my door and I turned to see y/n in her usual blue dress she looked like she had been crying,"what's wrong?"

"I can't sleep" she answered "I wanted to talk to you about something"

"yeah... I did too" I told her "You first" I insisted as she sat on the window ledge the other side of me

"Your mother? what was she like?" she asks

"I don't know... I Never knew her" I admit "what about you? What was your mother like?"

"I don't know" she sighed "she was away a lot, getting food for me. working and such"

"I knew your mother" I smiled

"what was she like?"

"she was sweet, always kind to me, and she was very beautiful," I told her

"she sounds nice... I hate to say it But I don't remember much about her, Most of my time with her was her teaching me from books" she explained

"what do you remember about her?" I asked

"I remember her spells, I remember her work. She always used to say the purpose of a Moon daughter was to raise a daughter of her own, Thats all we know. she used to teach me all the little tricks she had for pretty boys," she laughed "I never knew my father, she ate him"

"at least you have that"

"What happened to your mother?" she asks

"She died... It's a long story" I sighed she smiled moving closer and looking at me hugging her bunny

"So Tell it"

"My mother... was In a way kinda like yours, she was a whore. She used to sell her body on street corners for change in mens pockets they would use her and throw her aside. One night a man came to visit her, and the next thing she knew she was pregnant, She never saw him again. So she married someone before she began to show he was horrible to her but she had little choice when I was born. It ripped her apart she couldn't survive, so My stepfather looked after me he wasn't very nice to me but in a way I cared about him, he was the only family I've ever known" I explained "And then... I met your mother, she was sweet to me but, she killed my stepdad and he stabbed her." I explained "I followed her here, and I killed her... she asked me too, I'm sorry y/n"

"I know Thomas, I know you killed her. I don't blame you" she says holding my hand "She went peacefully,  having killed her last prey. She was happy rather than being in pain" she explained

"I promised her I'd take care of you... But y/n Now I need to do something"

"what is it?" she asks

"I have to leave you."

"why? I'm almost old enough to hunt" she asks

"and thats why I have to leave. Because if you're old enough to hunt... I'm old enough to be hunted"

"But I wouldn't hunt you thomas" she reassured

"I know you wouldn't, not intentionally but... what if I get caught in a spell, what if by accident it happens. what will do you?"

"Thomas I-"

"what will you do y/n? Kill me? Eat me? Or watch me suffer?"

"Do you have to go?" she asks

"I do, Until your old enough to fully control your Enchantment," I told her

"You promise you'll come back?" "I promise" I smiled resting my forehead on hers.

[blog-in-a-corner]

TSOTBL - Blurred Perception

I was able to post this on time yeehaw!

It was a beautiful, fresh morning at the lodge. Although the snow was only getting thicker, and the cold was ever so vicious, there was something nice about the warmth inside the lodge. A kind of winter coziness.

Garroth walked out of his room, still in his pajamas. He rubbed his eyes, stretched his arms out a bit and yawned, he hadn’t been feeling well the past few days and tried to stay in his room for the most part, but he figured it was time for some fresh air. He went down the stairs and sat by the fireplace. He took a few deep breaths as he relaxed in the familiar warmth of the fire. He sat back and reminisced about all of his childhood winters, how often he and his brothers would play in the snow when there was not much else to do.

“It’s only 5am huh….” Garroth muttered to himself.

Good. The earlier he got up the more likely it was that he wouldn’t have to see...Zane.

Garroth took a deep breath, and stood up. He walked to the windows and looked outside. Although it was still kinda dark outside and the windows were frosted, there was enough light for Garroth to make out the trees and plants outside.

“The snow is so pretty.” He thought, gazing out the window.

Growing up Garroth had always loved the winter. The warmth of a fire, the cold winds, the snow, the variety of smells you couldn’t get from any other time of the year. It was without a doubt his favorite season. How unfortunate that he should be feeling so unhappy before the end of his favorite time of year.

“Spring is gonna be soon huh....in about two weeks.” Garroth spoke to himself, looking glumly out the window, proceeding to look away from the window. “And dad will be here and...Zane can finally leave...and I...and he can be much happier...” Garroth sighed, as single tear trailed down his cheek.

Just then, Garroth heard a noise come from the stairs that caught his attention. He instantly looked back to see what it was. It was Aphmau, still in her pajamas.

“Aphmau? What are you doing up so early?” Garroth asked, walking to Aphmau. “Oh, I just got up kinda early and couldn’t fall back asleep. What about you?” Aphmau explained, playing with her hair. “I...wasn’t really able to sleep much last night. I got tired of lying in bed so I got up once there was enough light out….” Garroth said, looking back to the window. “Ah I get you....” Aphmau mumbled, as she walked to the fireplace and sat by it. “Gosh it’s so cold, I don’t know how you guys put up with it!” She whisper-shouted. “Heh, I guess it’s something you have grow up with to get use to…” Garroth muttered, sitting down next to Aphmau.

They both sat quietly with each other by the fireplace, and soaked in the warmth of the fire. It was a nice silence, not one of isolation and loneliness, but a quiet time as a change of pace with everything that has happened recently. Aphmau huddled closer to her childhood friend, and rested her head on his shoulder. He didn’t mind, it was something she always did to all of her friends, especially because the only person she’s ever met in her life that was shorter than her, was her mom. Garroth let out a deep sigh, as he made a glum expression.

“Is something wrong Garroth?” Aphmau asked, changing her attention from the fire to him. “I’m fine….” Garroth sighed, still keeping his eyes on the fire. “Are you sure? You've seemed a bit off since yesterday…” She added, nudging his arm a bit. “I'm fine. Aphmau.” “But ever since yesterday you've been-” “So how has the situation with Aaron been.” Garroth cut off Aphmau, quickly changing the subject. “Oh, erm, things have been...I..I don’t know. Just….the break up has been harder to deal with then I thought…” Aphmau mumbled, moving her head off Garroth. “I thought you guys were just taking time apart...?” Garroth asked in confusion. “Ughh I don’t even know anymore...this whole thing’s been so damn confusing and just….” Aphmau trailed off, getting up from the floor. “I don’t know anymore…Aaron is, honestly just so great and wonderful, and I’m just...me, I guess….”

Garroth went silent for a moment.

“Well, I think you're nice...” Garroth assured his friend, placing his hand on her shoulder. “I...understand what you’re going through right now and...I know these things are hard to talk about and, well, I just want you to know that I’ll always be here for you okay?” “Thanks Garroth…” Aphmau said happily, hugging Garroth. “I’ve got your back too y’know! If you ever need to vent out…” “Aw, well I’m never sad so you’ll never have to worry about that!” Garroth insisted, y’know, like a liar. “I’ve seen you cry!” Aphmau retorted in a teasing manner. “When we watch disney movies!” “Same difference!” She giggled.

The two shared a hug.

“Man we need to hang out more, I can't remember the last time it was just you, me, and Laurance just sitting around and playing video games. Y'know like back in the good ol’ days.” Aphmau commented. “Yeah that's right huh, we should all try to hang together again...you, uh, wanna walk outside for a bit?” Garroth asked Aphmau, gesturing to the door. “Are you kidding? It’s freezing! Plus, what if wolves eat us?!” Aphmau replied in horror. “Just throw on a coat! Besides the suns come out a bit more and I doubt any wolves are gonna eat us.” Garroth chuckled, insisting that Aphmau come with him outside. “Okay, Okay. Just give me a second.” Aphmau gave in, walking back to her room to grab her coat.

Once Aphmau was ready, she and Garroth walked out of the lodge. They looked around them and admired the scenery.

“Everything out here is so pretty...don’t you agree Aphmau?” Garroth commented, taking in a deep breath, of the fresh morning air. “Y-yeah!” Aphmau stuttered, as she was so could her teeth were chattering. “Are you chilly?” “Chilly. You call it chilly.” Aphmau responded with a straight face. “Okay so maybe not chilly but… you’re definitely freezing.” “Really? I thought it was pretty warm out…” “YOU’VE MADE YOUR POINT! Now here let me help warm you up a bit.” Garroth laughed, trapping her in a hug. “hEY!” “THERE. NOW YOU CAN’T BE COLD SO YOU CAN'T COMPLAIN!!” Garroth shouted, shaking Aphmau around. “LET ME GO YOU DUMMY!” She yelled, throwing her body hard enough to the side to make them both fall. “Oof...!” Garroth uttered, falling to the snow and dropping Aphmau, who also fell in the process. “Agh! Garroth, are you okay?!” Aphmau asked in concern. “I’m fine…” Garroth muttered, getting up from the ground. “But you won’t be!” He shouted, throwing a snowball at Aphmau. “OOOOW! FINE, YOU WANNA WAR? THEN YOU’RE GETTING A WAR!” Aphmau yelled, proceeding to make a snowball and throwing it at Garroth. “YOU’RE ON!”

They continued to have a snowball fight-well, more of a snowball war, but they laughed and laughed, pelting each other with snowballs.

“IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?” Aphmau coughed, preparing another snowball. “C’MON APH, YOU’RE COUGHING, THE COLD AIR IS GONNA GET YOU SICK JUST SURRENDER!” Garroth insisted, throwing yet another snowball at Aphmau. “I’LL NEVER SURRENDER!” Aphmau yelled, coughing in between her words. “THEN YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE.” Garroth shouted, walking towards Aphmau as she pelted him with snowballs. “AHHH NO!” Aphmau coughed in distress, as Garroth came closer. “WE CAN DO THIS THE EASY WAY, OR THE HARD WAY…” Garroth told Aphmau, cornering her.

Aphmau went silent, giving thought to Garroth’s words and looking around herself. “.... I'll do it the hard way.” Aphmau mumbled, as she began to run away.

“NOT SO FAST!” Garroth yelled, tackling Aphmau to the ground. “-NO!” Aphmau screamed, trying to squirm away.

“I’M SORRY APH I’M NOT LETTING ONE OF MY FRIENDS DIE OF LIKE, PHUNEUMONINIA OR SOMETHING!” Garroth explained, carrying Aphmau over his shoulder and walking inside. “IT'S PRONOUNCED PNEUMONIA.” “WHATEVER.”

As the two of them walked back inside they were greeted by a familiar face.

“Oh hey you guys! I was wondering what sounded like bloody murder out there.” Aaron greeted the two. “Hey Aaron, what are you doing up so early?” Aphmau questioned him. “What are you doing up so early? You always sleep in.” Aaron replied. “Early to bed, early to wake, makes a lady smart, pretty, and great!” Aphmau retorted. “Early to rise, early to bed, makes a man healthy but socially dead.” Aaron added. “Oh shuddup!” Aphmau chuckled. “Ha, well anyways you two start getting dressed, we have a busy day ahead of us.” Aaron insisted. “Okay!” Garroth and Aphmau said in unison.

The two walked back upstairs.

“Hey... Garroth?” Aphmau asked. “Yeah?” “I’m really glad we’re friends…” “Thats, uh, that's...nice.” Garroth uttered, walking into his room. He grabbed the book he had been so infatuated with for the past few days and stared at it. “I don't know...”

[cannibalisticshadows]

Nightcall (2/2)

[ao3 Link] .    [Part One]

Megamind drops out of the media. Though the media doesn’t drop him.

The spike in his frequent fights with Metro Man has done a complete 360, much to the relief of the locals and to the disappointment of tourists. The news and media alike have leaped onto his sudden change like scavengers to fresh offal. Talk of his recent rendezvous, or lack thereof, are on everyone’s mind.

“He’s a maniac,” some talk-show host said into the speaker, hunched over a desk looking quite aggressive. The screen of the television baths the blue alien in a dull electronic glow illuminated his reflective eyes. He frowns at the person but having no good point to disagree. He’s just offended someone would be so bold to jump into the obvious.

“He’s a maniac, and Metro Man has been taking his sweet-ass time in trying to bring this alien-fuck down. Sure, sure, all-righteous and no-killing and what not. I’m sorry but he’s just pious.” Not just ballsy, but controversial. “My only guess as to why Megamind has abruptly vanished like a phantom is because our city’s hero finally grew a pair and kicked his skinny blue ass into the next life. And by God will none of us miss him. Look at what a shit-show he’s turned this city into—“

Megamind turns the TV off by throwing the remote so hard that it shatters the screen.

Sighing, he crawls out of his little nest of blankets and decides it’s time. He’s been procrastinating enough; he’s done nothing for the past two weeks and it’s getting to his head.

His plan to tell Roxanne started out sounding like the only resort to fixing him and his dumb extraterrestrial make-up, but he’s been pushing it off since he got home the last time he broke out of prison. Who knew he could really raise some hell by simply doing nothing.

Roxanne has made few appearances on television since her last kidnapping. Sadly enough, due to his absence, she had little to do (at least, to the public eye). She was the main reporter, focusing on Metro City’s star inhabitancies. Metro Man had nothing much to do besides helping little old ladies or getting cats from trees—not worthy of making an emergency announcement on the news.

And since he hasn’t seen her, he’s going into such a stump he’s made several near attempts to just show up at her place with no spray. How would she respond?

Well, he’d find out tonight.

He filled the invisible car up with his home-made energy source, making sure it wouldn’t run on empty. Tonight he was going out, far enough to reach the boonies.

And he wouldn’t be alone.

Megamind, unsure of how she’d react but knowing this would be practically life or death for him, grabbed a few essentials. The de-gun. Knock-out spray. Rope. You know. The usual. This had to go as smooth as possible for him to get serious with her, to assure her he’d never bother her again as long as he got this off his chest so he could wallow in misery with a peace of mind.

So, making sure she’s home with the affirmation from one of his spy-bots, Megamind packs up his things in the car and zooms out of the Lair before Minion can so much as ask “Where are you going, Sir?”

When he gets to her building, he uses a brainbot to fly him up to her balcony. She never locks it (Oh, Roxanne, I do question your sanity sometimes), so when he pushes the glass doors open, he enters a relatively quiet domain.

The lights over her tiny kitchen are on, illuminating her one-person apartment. Sniffing, and catching the remnants of her perfume, he follows it until—

“Mega—“ Before he gives her time to even finish saying his self-given name, he whips around and gives her a reasonably large dose of spray. She gasps, eyes roll up, and her body drops in a dead weight. Flinging out an arm he catches her, unable to keep his hungry eyes from the expanse of her pale, bare neck. Megamind splays his fingers across her bare, marveling at seeing her for the first time in weeks. It’s been too long.

Tonight she’s wearing civvies. A pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a white peasant blouse with little red and blue flowers along the neck and sleeves. She’s missed a barber appointment, he thinks, as her hair is exactly two centimeters longer than usual. Her hair’s also a bit damp, curling ever so slightly at the very ends. She not wearing makeup, either, letting him see all of her little brown freckles dusting her cheeks, like little stars in a milky white setting. He licks his lips.

Megamind ties her wrists and covers her mouth with a cheap duck tape. He’s never taped her mouth shut before, but for once he doesn’t want her screaming or complaining. And despite every Hollywood movie where the bad guy tapes the victim’s mouth shut, it’s very possible to remove it without the use of hands.

He carries her out bridal style, whistling for the brainbot to bring him back to the car. Once on the ground, he tucks her into the passenger seat and pulls the belt on, all before getting in himself.

And then he drives. He drives for a long time, content for the moment to sit in silence beside the soft rumble of the car’s engine.

Swerving through Metro City’s night traffic, the city lights gleaming in this never sleeping place, he keeps his head low as he goes, so stressed he finds himself clutching the wheel so hard it threatens to snap. The leather of his gloves scrunches.

They (he; she’s still knocked out) drive out of the midnight city into the rolling countryside, past the lake and past the forests. Lush green hillsides and vast farm lands. He can hear the road scratch under the car tires as asphalt turns into gravel and dirt.

After about forty minutes of driving, he can tell Roxanne is beginning to stir. Quickly, he pulls up beside a huge oak tree in the middle of no where, and void of another living soul for miles.

Well. There is a cow outside but it’s like, ten feet away minding its own business.

As the car comes to a stop, he turns the key and all is instantly quiet.

With a soft grunt, Roxanne squirms in her seat and consciousness slowly comes to. He doesn’t watch her, choosing to star at his bony knees and twiddle his thumbs. All he can hear is her movements, and his own rapidly beating heart.

“M…Mmm?” Her eyes slowly open, blinking in the dim atmosphere. Her eyes then open wider, and she looks around for the usual sights of a kidnapping. Seeing as they’re only in the car, and her mouth is taped, she abruptly begins to struggle.

“Wait!” He says frantically, trying to calm her like one would do for a wild horse. “It’s okay! This isn’t a kidnapping! Well, technically it is but it’s just us—“

“MMM!?” She starts to work her mouth through the tape in earnest, tongue visibly trying to lick at the stickiness.

“Please, wait! This is—I just want to tell you something. Something… important. I promise on my ancestors that you have full permission and more to beat me outside but… please. Just listen to me. Please, Miss Ritchi.”

Her struggling stops, and she turns to him with a suspicious glare. He bows his head, flushing in shame. She hates me.

Though she’s trapped him under an intense stare, snaring him more than he had with her, Roxanne goes still as if awaiting for whatever stupid thing he’s got to say to her.

“I… want to apologize, for my behavior two weeks ago. It was unforgivable.”

“Mm.”

“But—I… I…”

She glares harder. Ashamed of himself, he turns his stare to the dashboard.

“I love you.”

He doesn’t look up to catch her reaction, but she doesn’t respond verbally.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” He bangs his forehead against the steering wheel with each confession, feeling all the pint up emotions in him pouring out like water from a broken dam. It burns his insides with glorious relief and bittersweet shame all at once. Yet it keeps flowing. “And I’m so, so sorry. It’s—not my choice, Miss Ritchi. I can’t help it. My b-body…Ah—s—“ he stutters, so anxious it’s close to making him piss himself. He can feel it claw at this throat, threatening tears. “My species… we d-don’t have crooches, like a human. We… fall in love. Hard. And once. Only once. Once and only with one person. And that’s it. We mate for life, like doves. Or beavers. Wolves. I-It doesn’t matter. But once the relationship is formed that’s it. Cheating or finding a second love if the other leaves or dies is purely an earthly concept. My own p-parents, they—they only had eyes for each other. Sex or romance wasn’t even a concept I understood before I met y—…. I didn’t chose you, Miss Ritchi. I didn’t want this to happen. You don’t deserve this. I’ve already turned your life into a living hell, and for that I cannot apologize enough, even onto my grave. My transgressions are unforgivable. Yet, even being here on Earth I cannot…. There is no place for me. My planet, it’s… I’m all that’s left. And Minion. I didn’t think I could possibly imprint on anyone, much less a human, in this way. Yet… I am so sorry. It’s all my fault. I should have known…”

She’s fidgeting ever so softly beside him, he hears the crinkle of the tape.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he takes in a staggering breath, wet tears rolling down his sharp face and trickling on his lips. Salty like the sea.

He can’t bring himself to speak again in fear of weeping like a damn baby, but he feels as vulnerable as one in the moment. Weak. Childish. Pathetic.

The car falls into a silence, with his shaky breaths and a light breeze rolling against the windows. Other than that, it’s as quiet as a void. He glances at her from the corner of his eye, and sees her staring outside at the cow as if it had done something personal to disrespect her.

They sit in silence for a long time.

“I’m done,” he suddenly says.

He hears her move around again.

“I’m… I’m done. With this business,” he gestures to himself in general, to the car, to his gun. “I mean, there are things you don’t know about. Things I’ve done behind cameras. In the underworld. I’ve committed enough sins to last multiple lifetimes over. There’s blood on my hands. Miss Ritchi. Like you wouldn’t believe. And… I’m going to give it up. I can’t keep doing this…

“This such a archaic concept for me. Aah, uh, did you know… Of course you wouldn’t… The males, sometimes even the females, of my kind have to… catch the other sometimes. To express that they feel the same way. Avoids miscommunication or misplaced feelings. My own father… had to sneak into my mother’s household as teenagers to propose to her. It’s—I didn’t even realize it until recently I was courting you! Unconsciously! I’m—God I’m so sorry, Miss Ritchi. I just need to go away. “

She lets out a muffled sound again.

“I’m moving from this place,” he looks around at the vast farmland, the dot of the city in the distance, reflected by his rear-view mirror. “Romania sounds nice. I do a lot of business over there. Lots of forests and hillsides where there’s no one for miles. I can’t bother you or anyone out th—”

Roxanne suddenly spits.

Looking over to her in surprise, he sees she has vanquished the duck tape and has rolled it up in her mouth to spit it onto the dashboard. Turning on one hip, she faces him with such a glower it chills him to the very bone.

“Don’t. You. Dare,” she hisses.

He shrinks in his seat.

“Don’t you dare drop this on me and say you’re just gonna leave!” She yells, pulling against her taped wrists. He opens his mouth to let out a string of never ending apologies, but—she’s starting to cry, he sees, much to his absolute horror. Has he truly upset her this bad? He really was a monster.

“How—you stupid, stupid man,” she cries out, and suddenly—he sees her raise her arms, still taped by the wrist, and he honestly thinks he’s about to be hit when—

She loops her arms around his big blue head and latches onto his neck, yanking him closer and making him clumsily fall onto the stick shift as—

Her mouth is on his. So hard do their mouths come together that their teeth clack, faces clashing together he barely has time to process what’s happening. Gasping, hands wild and unsure in the air as she seemingly tries to suck his soul out, but—he knows what’s happening, mildly, but a bigger part of him is convinced he’s dreaming or hit his head.

The feeling of her lips touching his, though, is electrifying. Every nerve in his body begins to sing and scream all at once, overwhelming him with a sensation override. She moans and presses closer, both of them awkward and clumsy as they clutch at the other from opposite seats. Clutched… he feels his hand involuntarily grab her waist, holding his close but terrified he’s mixing the signals. It feels so so so good, though, and—

She pulls away before he can even realize he was responding back, albeit unsurely. Arms locked around his neck, he mentally curses himself for tying her up. But. It felt like the thing to do at the time.

“You listen to me you son of a bitch,” she viciously spats. “You come to my place, ten’o’freakin’clock at night, and tell me you love me only then to say you’re leaving? What the actual hell!?”

He attempts to pull back, hide in his shell, run away from her furious reprimand, but his neck is still trapped by her arms. Shit. Really a bad decision to tie her up. The alien’s prepared to say something, anything, to show how much of a lowly creature he is in her light, but all that comes out of his throat are choked warbles and whimpers. “I—“

She sniffles.

He meets her eyes in surprise to see two glassy blue orbs meeting his. Frantically, he try to console the weepy female by nervously patting her back. “Ah—M-Miss Ritchi—“

“You were such an A-hole,” she says, sobbing. “Megamind, for once you were actually cruel. It scared me.”

“Oh, oh my dear—No, no, my sweet, no! I wasn’t—“ he swallows. “I wasn’t trying to be cruel. I was just frustrated. With myself. With my instincts. I—if I behaved any less I would have made a fool of myself.”

“Well, you already did that by yelling at me, you cabbage.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“You made me feel like a whore the last kidnapping.”

He remembers that dress she wore. Wine red, rimmed in black. His... comment to it. Megamind bows his head and clenches his whole body. “I am sorry.”

“And you made me worry about you. I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

Confused, he looks up at her. Roxanne then pulls at her arms and lets him go from between them. Gesturing with her wrists, he catches her drift and pulls out his trusted butterfly knife and whips it out, glad to have something to do with a tool he’s familiar with. Nothing else felt familiar; alien and strange.

As the plastic finally rips away, her skin safe from his sharp little friend, she wraps her hands around his neck and yanks him to her again. Eyes wide, he numbly feels her kiss him a few quick, consecutive times before—

She slaps him in the chest.

He’s nearly got a concussion from how bad the whiplash is.

“Is it true?” Roxanne demands. He’s unable to speak. “Is it true? Do you love m—“

“Yes. Yes, I love you. A million times over.”

This little woman shakes her head, eyes glistening with something he can’t begin to understand. He feels like he’s drowning, with a weight tied to his feet to prevent him to swimming to the surface. He can't breath. She then grabs onto his shoulders. Shaking her head again, she says, “Then don’t go to Romania. Don’t leave Metro City. This place is our-your home.”

“Miss Ritchi, I can’t… stay around you anymore,” his voice breaks. “I can’t without—“

Her lips are on his again.

Shocked, but rapidly trying to learn this new skill she’s apparently trying to teach him, he responds as best he can. Periwinkle blue to unpainted pink, their lips press against each other, seining the warmth and the wet of the other’s mouth. He once saw this activity between lovers an unsanitary and strange thing, but now he understands its meaning. His lips are quite sensitive, and this kissing sets his body to flame, scrambling towards something he can’t seem to catch.

When she pulls away, he follows her, not wanting this connection to end. A tiny bead of saliva snaps between them as their lips depart.

“For such a genius, you can be unbelievably dense.” She cups his face. “I love you Megamind."

What.

"God, I love you. And your behavior, this month—I thought you’d finally lost it. Or just got tired of me.”

His first instinct is to respond yes, yes he has lost it, completely and utterly, but—

“You—you what—“

Roxanne shakes her head again, this time smiling so wide that it nearly reaches her ears, all pearly whites on display for him. She lets him go, finally, letting him think straight. Which is bad because his brain runs in about five hundred directions. Blinking rapidly to disperse the tears in her wet lashes, she continues with, “I’m glad you told me this. Because—I was considering on moving as well.”

He jolts in his seat.

“I sometimes get job offers in other places. This time… I had an offer in Liverpool.”

“Leeverpul!? What’s can you find in Leeverpul?”

“I like the British accent. And it’s far, far away from here.”

Hapless, he stares at his knees.

“Hey,” she pulls him out of his stupor. “Look at me. That’s better. Now. That stuff you said about… imprinting on me? Is that true, too?”

“All of it,” he breaths.

Roxanne nods her head and leans back against the leather seats. “Then listen to me. I love you with all of my heart. I have for a long time, Megamind. So it hurt me, so, so much with how much of a dick you were suddenly turning into. You may as well have stabbed me in the heart.” He winces. “And then you just up and vanished. Gone. Everyone is talking about you!”

He can’t believe what she’s saying. It’s nothing like he ever imagined happening in any probable outcome of this. She… actually… returned his feelings? What??? What witchcraft is this!? He really must’ve bumped his head hard!

“I... know. I see the news. I see my lack of an appearance in the public eye has given you less work… Ah, are you sleeping better?”

She looks at him in confusion.

“You were always falling asleep.”

Roxanne lets out a loud sigh. “I know… I know…”

“Why.” It isn’t a question.

“I always thought you were just a bit ol’sweetheart that grew up on the wrong side of the law. I fall in love with you a little harder every time you goof around like that. I hate that you’re always destroying something or trying to start a fight, but it was a little endearing.” She lets out another loud exhale. “And then you started acting like I was shit under your shoe.”

“N—!“

She raises a hand, and he immediately goes silent.

"So I started drinking. Tried to drink the pain away. But that doesn't work," her voice breaks a bit.

He wants to bang his head against the wall.

“And I hate that you dragged me out here,” she motions toward the countryside. “You don’t have to ship yourself off to God knows where, but stopping the kidnapping would be nice. Even if it’s apart of your… culture.”

“Whatever-Whatever you desire," he swears reverently.

“What I desire,” she says, placing a hand on his knee, “is for you to take me home.”

He nods, expecting that answer.

“And I want you to come up with me. We’re gonna have a talk.”

“O-kay...?”

Suddenly she leans over again and presses his lips to his cheek. With his breath hitching, because its still a lovely, foreign feel to him, she adds, “And then I’m going to show you how much I love you, too.”

“W—“

“I know you, Megamind. I can see it in your face. Now. Take us home, sweetheart.” She kisses his lips again.

This time he knows what to do, and copies her actions better than before. It feels like fireworks.

He’s glad he told her.

[bapdaydreams]

B.A.P Supernatural Creature AU: Himchan

A/N: Helllo! Sorry I’m super late on on this collection of AUs but I got busy with uni and then everything sort of crashed and burned on me so I’ve been a mess. But thats not the point. You’re here for hunter(!) Himchan so I hope you enjoy!

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Yongguk

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Youngjae

Jongup

Junhong

You look up to see a tall man with black hair. He is stood there with his bow and arrow on the ready. He has a focused look on his face with one eye closed. He shoots the arrow and you can hear it hit its target. A smile appears on his face. His elegant hand picks up another arrow and before you know it, he has sent that flying too.

“Himchan!”

“Glad you could make it”, Himchan, you assume says.

The other stranger with long black hair, slightly taller then Himchan gives him a weak smile.

“Anyway, we got this. Get to safety now”, the stranger commands.

“Sir, yes sir”, Himchan says with a mock salutes.

He looks down at you and kneels down in front of you.

“Right, let’s get you to Youngjae so he can look at your injuries”, Himchan says as he gently picks you up bridal style.

“I’m entrusting those pests in your care Yongguk”, Himchan says and the stranger who you guessed was Yongguk nods and steps forward as Himchan turns around and breaks into a quick run.

You’re eyes feel heavy and the warmth of his arms were comforting.

“You’ll be safe now so relax”, he says.

His voice is deep and it felt like it came out deep within his chest. It was comforting so you nod. You feel yourself nodding off but you manage to tell him your name and you just manage to see his smile and hear him repeat it just before you fall asleep in his arms.

When you wake up, you are in an unknown room. The room was empty with grey walls and the small window. You sit up on the bed you were in and look around to see the man who saved you standing there with a bright smile on his face. The dimple under his eye catches your eyes, as you can’t hep but smile back at him.

“I see you are awake”, he says gently.

You nod.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better”

“Good, everyone is ready to meet you”, he says and offers you his hand.

“Everyone?”

He nods and helps you stand up. He leads you out of the room and pulls you into what looks like the living room. And five pair of eyes land on you.

“This is everyone!” Himchan announces and introduces you to all of them.

“That’s Yongguk, our alpha and leader, over there is our Beta, Junhong. He is our rare banshee, Daehyun and that’s our brain and the one who checked up all your wounds Youngjae and then our quiet but ancient kitsune, Jongup”

As Himchan introduces each of them to you, they give you a wave and then before you can say anything other than you name to them, Himchan declares that dinner is ready.

“Dinner?”

“Yeah, I bet you are hungry”, Himchan says and then leads you into the kitchen and gets you to sit down at the small round dinning table.

Everyone joins you and sits around you while Himchan shuffles around the kitchen getting things ready. He starts serving you and then the rest of the boys and once he is sure everyone has plenty of food, only then does he sits down. He smiles at everyone before he to tucks in.

“Oh wow”

“Right, Himchan is an absolute genius when it comes to cooking”, Daehyun says with a mouthful of food.

“Yah! Don’t speak with your mouthful”, Youngjae says as he smacks Daehyun who just pouts.

Himchan laughs a little.

“I’m glad you guys are enjoying it”

Dinner ends up being a cheerful and light-hearted event. You find comfort in this group of weird and wonderful people. And they welcomed you with open arms but Himchan was someone who was somehow always next to you. It was like he was taking care of you.

He had brushed it off by saying that since he was surrounded by a bunch of trouble makers, he was just used to taking care of all of them but you felt like his actions were different towards you.

The way he acted towards you made you feel warm and fizzy inside. He would smile at you and your heart would skip a beat and you would be left speechless. But there was something else you were curious about.

“Hey Himchan”

He hums in reply from his study table where he was sat reading through some documents.

“You said you were a hunter”

“I am, why?” he asks as he looks up at you.

You were standing at his doorway.

“How come you aren’t part of any clans?” you ask.

“Ah, I refused to kill a bunch of supernatural creatures and befriended them instead, that’s why”, he says with a laugh.

“How come?”

“Because, not all of them are bad and I’m sure you’ve realised the same in the past few weeks you’ve been here”, he says with a serious face.

You nod.

“My clan wanted me to kill Yongguk and I was ready to do so but when the wolves of Yongguk’s previous pack found me and out numbered me, he saved me instead of leaving me for dead. He gave up his whole life and saved me”, Himchan explains with a distant look in his eyes.

“Yongguk is a good person, all of them are and I will kill anyone for them”, he says.

“That’s sweet, scary but sweet”, you say but you understand him more.

“These people are my family, so I really would do anything for them”, Himchan concludes.

“Do your clan know?” you ask.

“I managed to hide for years but I think I’ve been found out”, he replies.

“How come?”

Himchan smiles at you.

“Just a feeling”

The conversation ends there as Yongguk stands next to you at Himchan’s doorway and clears his throat.

“We have a situation”, Yongguk says while looking at Himchan.

“What are we looking at?” Himchan asks as he puts the documents he was holding.

“Just a bunch of troublesome beta wolfs causing trouble”, Yongguk says.

“Ah, I’ll get my anaesthetic arrows and then we can go”, Himchan says as he stands up.

Yongguk nods and leaves.

“I better go”, Himchan says as he picks out his bow and arrows.

“Be careful”, you say.

“I’m always careful”, he says with a smirk on his face.

“Care to explain the arrow you had stuck on your shoulder the other day?”

“I told you! That was a lucky shot on the enemy’s part”, Himchan protests.

“Sure, I was born yesterday”, you say with a roll of your eyes but he just huffs before he runs out.

Obviously both Himchana and Yongguk come back safely that night as they always do. Himchan gives you the “I told you so” treatment but it’s all fun and games. But you learn to trust him whenever he is out dealing with troublesome supernatural creatures. He would always come back to you and it made you happy.

One day Himchan pulls you away and says he wants to take you out. You agree and you find yourself walking under the night sky with Himchan. As the two of you walk while talking about this, that and the other His hand finds yours and he gently holds it.

“I actually have something import to tell you”, he says.

“What is it?”

“Don’t freak out and just wait”, he says as he takes a few steps forward and starts to lift is shirt up and over his head.

“Him…chan?”

As he revels his bare back to you, your eyes trail all over his defined back but then you see a familiar tattoo on his upper back. It’s a tribal tattoo. You find yourself walking towards him for a better look at it and you automatically lift your right hand and place it right between his shoulder blade.

His skin is hot under your touch but as your hand rests on his back, the black tattoo starts to glow a faint blue and slowly you see a part of the tattoo appear on your wrist.

And you knew what that meant.

You should have known. Your parents were runaway hunters too and they were the reason you had run away that night Himchan had found you. They had told you to find the person you had a special connection with.  

“You’re my…

…soulmate, which is why the hunters are after you and why your parents because runaway hunters. They want me, through you and I had hoped that they would never find you but they are a vicious lot”, he says as he puts his shirt back on but his back is still facing you.

“And I’m sorry for bringing you in this mess but I promise you that I’ll project you and make sure you’re safe”, he says and finally looks at you.

“I trust you”, you say and he smiles at you.

“Now, we were being followed and the hunters are going to attack soon so I want you to run towards the main road when I give you the signal. Youngjae and Daehyun are waiting for you with a van”, he whispers and you can’t help but nod.

“But what about you?”

“I always come back don’t I?”

You nod.

“And you thrust me right?”

“Yes”

“Good, now go”, he orders firmly and you run as fast as you can and you see blue lightning.

It was Jongup and you pray to god Jongup will keep Himchan safe. And then you see the familiar army of hunters on the attack. You want to go back to Himchan but he would not want you back at the moment so you do as you’re told.

You spot the van and an anxious Daehyun waiting for you outside the van.

“What did you see?”

Daehyun bites his lip.

“What did you see, damn it?!”

“They’ll be fine, he will come back”, Daehyun assures you but he is too fidgety so you know he isn’t telling you something.

“Get in the van!” Youngjae commands from the driver’s seat.

“They will be fine, honest”, Youngjae says.

“Are you sure?”

“I would never say anything I don’t mean”, Youngjae says.

“And anyway, Himchan isn’t weak”, Daehyun says.

“And look, they are here”, Youngjae says and points out the window

You gasp.

“Another arrow!?”

Himchan laughs as you run to him and hug him tightly, avoiding the arrow of course.

“And why do you smell like you have been burnt?” you ask as you sniff around his neck.

“Oops”

You look at Jongup who can’t meet your eyes.

“This piece of shit electrocuted everything on sight, including me”, Himchan says and you notice the lightning scars around his cheeks and all over his neck.

You cup his face and he hisses in pain as you examine him.

“I’m just happy you’re safe but we have to get you some medical attention”, you say.

“I think a kiss would suffice”

“Think again Romeo, you need a good shower first”, you say and the other boys laugh.

Himchan pouts and you laugh before pulling him in for a quick kiss. You have no idea where the courage comes from but his lips feel good against yours. They are a little rough against your soft ones but it tells you that he is alive and he is real.

He blushes and the other boys tease him and you can’t help but laugh as you stand there next to him, holding his hand tightly.

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Narrator 1: Welcome to the Psych Central show, where each episode presents an in-depth look at issues from the field of psychology and mental health –  with host Gabe Howard and co-host Vincent M. Wales.

Gabe Howard: Hello everybody and welcome to this week’s episode of the Psych Central Show podcast.  My name is Gabe Howard and with me as always is Vincent M. Wales. And this week we are going to be speaking with Eric Zimmer. He’s a dad a serial entrepreneur behavior coach and an author and he’s gonna tell us really about a lot of things and I don’t want to read your bio, Eric. Eric, welcome to the show.

Eric Zimmer: Thank you for having me on.

Gabe Howard: Eric, of course I have your entire bio in front of me but, rather than read it off, can you introduce yourself to our audience please?

Eric Zimmer: Well, what I do these days is I am the host of The One You Feed podcast which has been out for about five years and we we do you know kind of similar to you guys. We talk with lots of different people about what it means to live a good life. And so I’ve been doing that for about five years. We’ve been listened to I think something like 15 million times. And so that’s been good. And then I also do behavioral coaching with people. And before that, I’ve got a long history of various entrepreneurial things like a software startup company. I started a solar energy company. I’ve got a son who is 20 and is at college and as I mentioned to you guys sort of in the beginning, and I’ve also got a mother in law who has Alzheimer’s that we’re taking care of. So that’s a big big part of my life these days. But it’s kind of a brief overview.

Vincent M. Wales: I want to tell you I love the title of your podcast, The One You Feed. Can you share with our listeners where that came from because it’s one of my favorite stories?

Eric Zimmer: Sure. It’s an old parable. Nobody really knows where it comes from. Some people insist it’s an old Cherokee story, other people insist it’s not a Cherokee story, so I don’t I have not been able to find anybody who really can prove one way or the other. But yeah it’s an old parable and in the parable, there’s a grandfather who’s talking with his grandson. He says, in life there are two wolves inside of us that are always a battle. One is a good wolf, which represents things like kindness and bravery and love, and the other’s a bad wolf, which represents things like greed and hatred and fear. And the grandson stops and he thinks about it for a second. He looks up at his grandfather and says, Grandfather< which one wins? And the grandfather says, the one you feed.

Vincent M. Wales: That’s beautiful.

Eric Zimmer: So that’s the parable. And I use it to kick off every episode. I just you know I start off by asking my guests kind of what that parable means to them in their lives and in the work that they do.

Vincent M. Wales: I love that. Awesome.

Gabe Howard: And of course, you’re from Columbus, Ohio, which is awesome because I’m from Columbus, Ohio and usually we’re interviewing people from all over the country and not in my back door. But what’s really cool is many years ago, you had the band Watershed on your podcast and I love the band Watershed. And besides people who know me or who are from Columbus, they’ve never heard of them, so from one watershed fan to the other, it’s great talking to you.

Eric Zimmer: Yep. A local Columbus band that was great and still is when they play sometimes.

Gabe Howard: Yeah they don’t play a lot because they got old and had kids.

Eric Zimmer: Yup, yup, yup.

Gabe Howard: You know, when you say serial entrepreneur, you know I’m very interested in that because you know most people say, I’ve started a business or I’m an entrepreneur, but you say serial entrepreneur because, well you’ve started a lot of businesses. Can you explain what serial entrepreneur means to you?

Vincent M. Wales: It means he can make cereal.

Eric Zimmer: Exactly, yes. You know, off-brand Frosted Flakes and Cocoa Puffs and… No, I think by serial, it just means that yeah it’s I’ve been in one sort of startup business after the other for most of my career. So that’s where most of my career has been spent is in, you know very small startup companies that are very entrepreneurial by the nature of them being pretty new and small, although some of them got big, but they started small.

Gabe Howard: And that sort of… you like to do this. I mean that’s like the crux of your career. You like to take small things and help start them, make them bigger, you like to turn ideas into substance. This is what being a behavior coach is. I mean, actually explain that better because I’m just butchering it to hell.

Eric Zimmer: Well I do love, I do love the early stages of a company. You know I love sort of yeah like you said, they’re building something, taking an idea getting it out there. And I love that really, in early stage companies, you do a little bit of everything. So your job description is very broad and very wide. And so that’s always suited me well. I do a fair number of things pretty well. And so that always suited me. And so yeah, I would do one and then the company would get about to the size where it started needing specialization, where it was more operational than it was you know building, and then you know for both the company and me it wasn’t usually the best fit at that point and it would be better for me to go on and do something.

Vincent M. Wales: So, Eric, I understand that you had in your in your history some issues with alcohol and other substances could you talk about that for a bit?

Eric Zimmer: Sure. At the age of 24, I was essentially a homeless heroin addict. I was really sick. I had hepatitis C, I weighed about 100 pounds. I had a lot of potential jail time staring me in the face. And so, at the age of 24, I got sober, recovered from heroin. I stayed sober about eight years and then I drank again for a few years and now I’ve been back sober again for about 13 years, so I’ve got sort of two distinct stories of getting sober.

Gabe Howard: And you also struggled with depression, if I’m not mistaken.

Eric Zimmer: Yeah. And you know I never know whether to say I still struggle with it or not. I don’t really know. It is not the prominent factor of my life like it was for a long time. But you know it’s still sort of there. I think I manage it way way better than I did and it’s far less of a heavy thing in my life. But I think it’s still something that I work with. It’s a feature of my inner landscape.

Gabe Howard: This is a constant discussion in mental health circles. You know I live with bipolar disorder and I say I’m in recovery from bipolar disorder, but I still have bipolar disorder, I still have to manage it. I still spend some part of my day worried about it. So am I in recovery with?  Am I in from? Some people are like well there’s no cure or so recovery is the wrong word.

Eric Zimmer: Yeah.

Gabe Howard: It is a difficult thing to try to manage because you don’t want to wander around and tell everybody that you’re depressed because then people might try to render care or aid and you’re just trying to live your life. But by the same token you don’t want to tell people that you’re fine because this is something that you… it’s impacted your life in many ways.

Eric Zimmer: Yeah you know I think for me with the show, you know I’m talking about these kind of topics all the time and I’m pretty open about it on the show and in other shows I go on to just because there’s lots of people out there that also struggle with it and and wrestle with it. And yeah I agree with you. I don’t know, like I said, I don’t know whether it’s am I recovered, am I in recovery, is it gone? And what’s remainder is sort of a natural melancholy temperament. I don’t know any of those answers. But I do know that the things that I’ve done to treat depression, most of them are things that I continue to do today, because they seem to keep depression at bay and they’re just kind of all around good for my mood state.

Gabe Howard: It is a common discussion that people have. Where does mental illness end and my personality begin? When is it a mental health issue versus a mental illness? When is it just an emotion? When is it… you know it’s why podcasts like ours can really exist, because there’s a lot of discussion and varying opinions on the subject. So thank you for lending your voice to the landscape. It’s very much important.

Eric Zimmer: You’re welcome.

Vincent M. Wales: So now Eric, how did your history with alcohol and drugs… how did that lead to what you do today? How did it impact your life and what was the process there?

Eric Zimmer: So like I said originally, I got sober at 24, stayed sober about eight years, got sober again, and I think that in my case, recovery from addiction and alcoholism took sort of a wholesale change in the way I viewed the world and how I moved in it. And it made me take my internal state much more seriously and really pay attention to what’s happening there and then also you know look at how am I interacting with others and connecting with others. And so I’ve kind of always had that. And that drove an interest in me in all things mental health related, spirituality related. And so that was kind of always there. And then about five years ago, five and a half years ago at this point, I had a solar energy company that I eventually just decided I didn’t… I was going to shut it down. And so I shut it down and I was doing some consulting work and I was just kind of bored. You know I didn’t really have like a thing that was, that I was really into and passionate about and love. And so the idea to do this podcast just kind of hit me. And it’s turned out to be wonderful. I started it for a couple reasons. Like I said, I started it because I was bored. I also started it because what I realized was that my mind, when it’s left to its own devices, heads towards less than optimal places. And so I wanted to sort of feed the good wolf in my own life. And I thought you know what if I interview people every week and then I read their book to prepare for the interview like I’ll be immersed in and swimming in these ideas, these concepts,these topics, and it’ll help me just overall do better. And that turned out to be totally true. And my best friend was an audio engineer and I thought that by doing it I get to spend more time with him, which turned out to be very true.

Vincent M. Wales: Well that’s convenient.

Gabe Howard: That is really cool. And you know it’s not unlike it’s not unlike the story of the Psych Central Show. On our hundredth episode, we sort of talked about how this show came to be and there’s a lot of similarities there. I ran my mouth. Next thing you know I thought hey I can spend more time with my good friend, which is Vin. And here we are. And we’re glad that we did because we definitely need to stay out of trouble for sure.

Eric Zimmer: I agree. I understand that that motivation.

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Vincent M. Wales: Welcome back everyone. We’re here with Eric Zimmer talking about making lasting change in our lives. So Eric, tell us about how this became your coaching work. You say it’s a behavior coach. Is that correct?

Eric Zimmer: Yeah, you know it started a couple years into the podcast and I started having listeners ask me if I ever did any one-on-one work with people. And I originally you know I initially said no I don’t. You know it’s not really something I’ve done. But I kept getting people asking me and I thought you know what? Let me give this a try. Let me see what it’s like to coach people. And you know about partway through the first call, it hit me that I had done this hundreds of times in recovery by being the sponsor to people. You know I had done that over and over and over and so I really realized it was something that I really felt like I knew how to do. And by behavior coach, what I generally mean by that is that it’s very difficult to… We all know you can’t just change your emotion, you can’t just grab your emotion and move it where you want it to be. And we can certainly work with thoughts, but some thoughts are what they are. But the thing that we seem to have the most control over is our behavior. You know there’s an old line I heard early in my recovery time, which is, sometimes you can’t think your way into right action. You’ve got to act your way in the right thinking. And so I would say that that line sort of underlies the whole idea of behavior coaching, that there are behaviors that we can do. There are activities that we can do that move us in the direction of our goals and our dreams. And also, there are behaviors and actions we can do that help our emotional and mental states of mind also. So that’s really where I focus is on what what behaviors are we going to change and how do we change them? I think we all have some idea like, well you know what? I know exercise is good for my mental and emotional health and I hear that eating right is good and meditation might be good. But a lot of us struggle to make any kind of lasting change with those things or to really stick with them. So that’s a lot of what I focus on with people is how do you make the change in your life you want to make? From things like I just described exercise or eating right to people who are trying to finish a dissertation or I’ve helped people finish novels or people who are trying to start businesses. If there’s a behavior, if there’s  something you want to change, that’s kind of what I think I’m an expert at.

Vincent M. Wales: Now a lot of us have experience with making changes, but just not being able to keep at it. You know this is… we’re recording this in late January so recently it was all, you know, New Year’s resolution times, right? People are going to make their insistence on eating better and exercising and yet, come March, they’re not doing it. So what is a way that we can make the change going over the long term?

Eric Zimmer: So one of the things that happens to a lot of us is we we have this narrative in our head that says you know what? I’m the kind of person that just can’t stick with anything or I’m the kind of person who can never finish anything. So we start to make a change and it’s going along well. And then like I mentioned something knocks this off track, our kids get sick, our dog needs to go to the vet, we get sick, and then all of a sudden that voice in our head starts to say again to us, see? I knew you couldn’t stick with it, I knew you wouldn’t stick with it. And then that becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. So a lot of it is about really learning how to get back on track quickly. Some of it is learning how to adjust as your life changes. So you might have a routine that’s going really well, but you start traveling for work. So how do you keep the routine going while you travel for work, or you enter a busy season at work or it’s summer and the kids are out of school. It’s about being able to sort of adjust to what you’re doing, how much you’re doing, when you’re doing it, how you’re doing it. All of that to kind of adjust as life changes, because the same routine usually won’t work for people forever and ever and ever. It needs to be adjustable. But what happens is that when life starts to move around in ways we don’t expect, we get off track and we tend to give up. So that’s one really big one is to just get back on track as soon as possible. There’s another one that’s really important that I sort of call… the analogy I make is like don’t kill the plant, right? So if you think of your habit as like a plant, there are times that when you’re at home you can water the plant and you can take good care of it and you talk to it if that’s your thing, right? But then inevitably something happens. You go out of town for a week. When you go out of town for a week, all you’re really after you might ask your mom to come by and water the plant once a week. You just don’t want to kill the plant. And sometimes habits are this way. If you get a really busy week, what we want to do is not kill the habit. So if your routine is to go the gym every day for an hour, but the week just is really really busy, you’re better off to go to the gym every day for 10 minutes.  You know reduce the scope, stick to the schedule is what well-known habits person says, because that keeps the habit alive. And that’s really the key is how do you just keep the habit alive so that when circumstances are better you can kind of get back to the full version of the habit? So those are just some of the ways to get through when things change a lot and how to really make a habit stick long term.

Gabe Howard: I really like all of that. I can relate to a lot of it even in my own life and in my own recovery and you know from personal goals to business goals, that all resonates and makes a lot of sense. So I’m about to throw a wrench in it and ask what happens when somebody like me gets off track? Because I know I’m going to get off track. So what are the strategies to get back on track?

Eric Zimmer: I think that the most important is just to almost expect that that’s going to happen. Right? Because if you expect that getting off track is part of the process, if you recognize that that’s going to happen to most everybody at some point or other, then it’s a lot easier to get back on track because you don’t assign a whole lot of moral judgment to it. You don’t think it says something about you. You don’t do what I said just a minute ago, which is you start telling yourself, see I knew I couldn’t do it. You just know like, oh yeah that happens sometimes. I’m going to get back on. The other thing you can do that can be really helpful is if you get off track, is it’s often important to start the habit smaller than it was. So let’s take exercise as an example. Maybe you’re used to exercising for an hour a day, right? And you get off track for a couple of weeks or you get off track even for a month. A lot of times we try and pick right back up where we were and often that is too difficult. And so a lot of times what can be helpful is to start doing something that’s a little bit easier. A smaller version of it and build up to it. And that’s often one of the key ways to start a good habit is start smaller than you think you need to do. Find something that you could do every day and succeed at to build a habit. And so the same thing can happen if you get off track. Often it’s helpful to sort of step back a little bit. So I like to meditate you know 20 to 40 minutes a day, but there have been some times over the last couple of years where I’ll get off track and I’ll miss some days of meditation and what I’ll find is that all of a sudden jumping back up to 40 minutes feels like a lot. So I’ll give myself permission to start back over at 10 minutes a day and build my way back up. So that can be a way to get back on track when it feels really hard to get started again.

Vincent M. Wales: So what if you’ve been off track for say, I dunno, 20 years? How small can I start?

Eric Zimmer: [laughs] Joking aside, as absolutely small as you need to. So let’s… I’ll use meditation again, right? I have been an on again off again meditator since I was 18 years old. That was a long time ago, right? And so I would try and meditate for 30 minutes a day. I pick up a book and it’d say you should meditate for 30 minutes a day. So I would try and meditate for 30 minutes a day. And in my particular case, sitting down to meditate is kind of like inviting the circus to come to town and 30 minutes was too long. It was too hard. So I would manage to gut it out for a few days or a few weeks, but eventually I would stop. And so finally about five years ago, I decided that I was going to meditate for three minutes a day, but I was going to do it every single day. That was the tradeoff. I’m not going to try and do 30 minutes; I’m going to do three, but I’m going to do it every day. And from there, I was able to build to four to five… you know finally up to 20, 30, 40 minutes by slowly slowly building up, but in the beginning you look at three minutes you go, that’s ridiculous. Nobody is going to get any benefit out of three minutes of meditation or you know if you’re trying to get in good shape you know say, well I’m not going to get any benefit out of taking a walk around the block. But what you’re doing is you’re building the habit, you’re beginning to put that structure in place you’re beginning to feel better about yourself and you’re beginning to build some momentum. So seriously, no amount is too small. When I work with a client, if they’re struggling, like if we if we try and build a habit and it’s not taking, we will just keep trying a smaller and smaller amount until they are able to do it. Consistently and frequently. And then we’ll build from there. If we go too far, too fast, it’s often difficult to do. And there’s a really good reason for all this. There’s actual a behavioral model out there that a Stanford professor B.J. Fogg developed, and I’m not going to go into it, but it lays it out in sort of a graphic where you can see very clearly why that principle works.

Gabe Howard: Eric, I like that you use conventional wisdom, facts, and just support in order to help people get to where they’re going. You know, so many people want to focus you know just on the goal or just on the science or just on the hugging and while all of those things are important, they often you know, we kind of need to put them all together. I mean I need somebody to tell me what to do just as much as I need somebody to tell me how I can do it when it comes to certain things in our lives and I think that’s one of the things that has made you a successful coach and no doubt why people listen to your podcast.

Eric Zimmer: Yeah I think you’re absolutely right. I love when I start to see modern science back up something that comes from you know more of an ancient tradition and you sort of see both those things agreeing. I always feel like that’s like… I like that because it’s so he gives me reinforcement from two sources. And I also agree with you, I think that all of us are told over and over and over and over what we need to do, but a lot of the problem is in actually doing it.

Vincent M. Wales: Yes indeed.

Gabe Howard: Hear hear. So Eric, please plug your podcast one more time. I am assuming that it can be found on every single podcast player imaginable, but does it have a web site?

Eric Zimmer: It does. The podcast is called The One You Feed. So like you said, search any podcast player or oneyoufeed.net.

Vincent M. Wales: Eric, thanks for being on the show. This was very informative and we really appreciate you taking the time to be with us.

Eric Zimmer: Thank you so much for having me on. I really enjoy talking with both of you.

Gabe Howard: You’re very welcome and Vin, I think I know what you might be getting for your birthday. Eric sells gift certificates.

Vincent M. Wales: Ahhhh…

Gabe Howard: Thank you Eric for being here and thank you everyone for tuning in. And remember you can get one week of free, convenient, affordable, private, online counselling anytime, anywhere by visiting betterhelp.com/psychcentral. We’ll see everybody next week.

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Gabe Howard is an award-winning writer and speaker who lives with bipolar and anxiety disorders. He is also one of the co-hosts of the popular show, A Bipolar, a Schizophrenic, and a Podcast. As a speaker, he travels nationally and is available to make your event stand out. To work with Gabe, please visit his website, gabehoward.com.

    Vincent M. Wales is a former suicide prevention counselor who lives with persistent depressive disorder. He is also the author of several award-winning novels and creator of the costumed hero, Dynamistress. Visit his websites at www.vincentmwales.com and www.dynamistress.com.

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