#Definitely a mood/muse for my protector character.

[nighttimeoracle]

PAC: how do you inspire your soulmate/FS?

In their heart, you’re their muse and bewitcher. When the voice quivers and words fail to express how much they admire you, the truth will always find your way.

Pile 1

Justice, Ten of Swords, The Emperor, Two of Cups, Six of pentacles

They like when you get all serious and grumpy after you’ve made your decision—to go to battle💀. Ha! JK, or not? You have an iron will and are a natural protector. No matter if you act cowardly at times as when it comes to protect your loved ones, you will turn fierce and basically into a mama bear ready to claw some baddies’s eyes out. Too early for a +18 mention? Maybe not 😏. Your aggressiveness turns this person on. They like this wild part of you and you releasing the control you hold so dearly (might not apply to everyone, but some of you definitely are huge control freaks). They also admire the fact you get your priorities and morals straight, and you can stick to your choices ‘till the end. You’re stubborn and they respect that. It’s appealing to them that someone as small and cute as you (in comparison to them or that’s how they view you like “their little one”) could fight thugs and manage problems they themselves would be afraid of. “How do you do it?”, I heard. You aim for doing everything on your own and refuse the help offered by those worried of you, which would ultimately lead you to sickness and feeling burn out. Your person appreciates greatly your independency and they would let you do anything you want, but they still worry a lot about you. You and this person are quite similar in character, so they have no right to chastise you for your excessiveness. They’re proud of you and you inspire them to keep going forward. By any chance did you thought of your soulmate when you picked this pile? You’re definitely going to marry your other half, darling. Congrats!

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Pila 2

The high priestess, seven of wands, two of pentacles, ace of swords, nine of wands

You have a dark feminine energy. Whether you’re female or male, you have this sultry and mysterious aura around you. You’re like a chameleon; ever changing and you can show people what you want them to see. You’re in charge here, wow. You remind your person of a female fatale, and they love it. When I said “ever changing”, I didn’t mean you had mood swings nor you’re volatile in nature. You’re smart and reflexive and you have many opinions, even views on one topic that are contradictory to each other. You always have something to say, but I’m under the impression you usually don’t speak more than necessary. You rather surprise people with an interesting comeback or sharp remark. You like to feed the mysterious reputation you have. If people say you’re a vampire, then you will put on an act for them with the goth clothes and dark makeup. You’re a show men or woman. Not like Leo or the rest of fire signs that are high key. You seek to entertain yourself, but you end up entertaining the one who is paying close attention to you—your lover. You’re their dark muse, a naughty one. You might start the tradition of inciting the other so an argument can break out. You two could play-fight and mock each other, until someone gets actually mad and you shut their mouth with a deep kiss. Your person loves heating arguments as they usually lead to a fiercer match in the sheets. However, what they admire the most about you is that anyone can talk to you about anything. You’ve been through a lot, dear, and that turned you into an empath and good listener. You don’t have to tell them anything as they know of your suffering, it certainly shows in your energy. You give them courage to talk about their nightmares and the most weird and random stuff. They would speak to you about camping stories as they probably were a scout and/or those experiences are both the best and worst they went through.

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Pila 3

Four of pentacles, queen of cups, six of swords, nine of pentacles, the fool

Out of the three piles, you have the most feminine energy. For both female and males, your aura is luminous and pure. Your energy feels refreshing and… natural? You could remind your person of the water drops on the leaves after the rain has passed, the smell of petrichor, and the pleasant sound of a near stream. If you’ve played closed attention, I wrote about 3 out of the 5 human’s senses. Your person can’t ignore your presence when you’re around. “You´re too cute and have the charm of a child”, I heard. They mean you’re just like a maiden or little boy—innocent, carefree, and loving. They might not think you’re otherworldly, quite the opposite. You’re the definition of what human should be in their opinion. You set an example for those whose minds have been consumed by social media, capitalism, and wars. You’re incredible, thus a rare sight. I got a glimpse of someone smiling wide and proudly. They find themselves lucky to be your friend. Whether you picked this pile thinking of a soulmate or future spouse, you’re definitely starting off as just friends. It’s weird, I think your person might get obsessed with you but not in a romantic sense? Not at first. They could be an activist or fighter for human rights and they would idealize you for who you are, a conscious being. I’m hearing the following message, “thank God I’ve found you! I’m not crazy! I met a person that’s just like me”. It’s like they’re oblivious to the way they act around you, and you entering their life would put their world upside-down. They will treasure you and adore you and admire you immensely, the list of his favorite traits of yours is too long for this reading. However, they can't put a name to what you are to them. A friend? Nah, you make them go insane and they don’t want to share you with anyone. I feel a strong sense of protectiveness, possessiveness, and jealously. Oh boy, this person might make you wait around for a bit, but right after they realized they actually loved you; they might pounce on you. They might even scare you! I heard, “I want to drink in your essence”. This person who at first was a loving and seemly asexual friend to you would turn into a famish lion with an insane sex drive.

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[wrathfulmercy]

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG!

NAME: Serena or Stella

PRONOUNS: she / her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: don’t really have one but I guess you could name DMs or discord here (I only give my discord to closer friends though) but for my own defense: I can be very bad at communicating. That has nothing to do with anyone just that I often need my peace and don’t feel like talking every day

NAME OF MUSE(S): Rick, Alexis, Negan, Tommy, Daemon, Daena

BEST EXPERIENCE: making real connections with my mutuals I write with since years ❤️ talking to you ooc, having you visit my streams, watching series with you, plotting and sharing headcanons out of the blue and getting the feeling that no matter how long I’m inactive you’ll always be here to write with me without any judgement

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: not respecting my rules (or not even reading them!) and the whole dashboard drama and callouts that’s a huge dealbreaker

MUSE PREFERENCES: I guess most of you know by now that my characters will always be troubled. I will never write a character who’s all rainbow and butterflies or without a dark past or story. I process things through writing and it helps me a lot with reflecting on topics that are hard for myself that’s why I often choose muses (especially canon ones) who can help me deal with stuff better. That’s why Rick will always be my favorite and main muse cause he’s most alike to me just in a more powerful and grown version I wanna learn from. But if you look at my canon men I’m writing, they all have things in common and they will always be the kinda grey characters: never just good or just bad.

PLOTS OR MEMES: let’s say I NEED plotting to start with someone, but I prefer memes to endless continued threads or starters that’s for sure. The memes on here are the reason why I rp on tumblr cause I struggle so much with continuing stories with the right timeline and everything, that’s why I love to more than fanfics as well cause I hate structure. I love to jump from scene to scene and mood to mood and I need that to keep my muse thriving.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: long. I need something to work with and always had the tendency to write too much and not being able to keep myself short

BEST TIME TO WRITE: evening and night

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): absolutely. It’s no secret that some of my friends call me Ricky cause I’m so alike to him and consider him my soulmate and internal protector. He’s definitely most like me and most different is probably Alex and Negan that’s why I struggle most with writing them sometimes, but they all have character traits that I would find in myself as well.

Stolen from: @theirmadness

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#ooc

[shy-violet-soul]

Love in a time of COVID-19

Summary: Bucky won’t let anything get in the way of showing you he loves you & making you smile. Characters: Bucky Barnes x you; Steve Rogers; mentions of Clint Barton, Tony Stark, & Natasha Romanoff Ratings/Warnings: Character has Rheumatoid Arthritis, mentions of symptoms & treatments. Social-distanced-fluff of the highest concentration. Clint being weird & Bucky being goofball-y awesome. A/N: I saw the photo that inspired this on IG, and laughed so hard I just about cried. The marvelous OP graciously gave me permission to include it in my fic. You’ll find it at the bottom of the work. I thought we could all use some fluff in our lives these days!

I also have a friend with Rheumatoid Arthritis who is finding this time to be exceptionally difficult. Please support those in your circle who need some extra love right now.

Thank you @pinknerdpanda​ for beta-ing once again! All the social-distanced-hugs to you!

This work is a piece of fiction inspired by characters created by the MCU. Please do not copy/print elsewhere without my written permission

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He was convinced. People’d lost their damn minds.

Bucky had survived warzone trenches in Europe. Had lived through the Great Depression. And had never seen the level of human stupidity he’d witnessed the first few days of March 2020. It’s an airborne illness - why the hell were people buying 96 rolls of toilet paper at a whack? What were they gonna do, wrap it around their mouths and breathe through it?

The Avengers Tower was going through its own issues. Stark vowed to spend his self-isolation inside one of his suits; a good idea in theory until he realized he still had to pee. Steve kept expounding on the virtues of using the time to catch up on reports. Natasha spent her time snorting at the treasure trove of new social media memes while Clint thumbed his nose at the whole thing by licking every door knob he passed. Bucky was washing his hands more just because of that. Gross.

Yes, they were pretty well hooked up to do the shelter in place, social distance, whatever the hell they were calling this thing. Bucky couldn’t fault Tony (well, probably mostly Pepper) for the very streamlined system in place that kept the Tower stocked with all manner of essentials. And, the Stark Foundation was busily getting help where it needed to go while Bruce videoconferenced with Dr. Cho and Shuri on treatments and vaccines. They were good to go for the foreseeable future.

His only real worry was you.

Your rheumatoid arthritis made this whole thing much more dicey, and - if he was being honest - a frick ton scarier. The illness suppressed your immune system, which meant you had to be more proactive on a normal day with handwashing, etc. Throw in a virus with no vaccine and no treatment? ‘Proactive’ took on a whole new definition. Sanitizing surfaces and extra cleanliness efforts were easy to step up. But he knew how much you hated being cooped inside. It didn’t help that the humidity had climbed up into the 70-ish percent region. The heavy air, coupled with the bite of winter chill still hanging on to the calendar, had your already tender joints pitching all kinds of a fit.

Right now, you were curled up in your favorite spot - a well padded window seat overlooking Central Park. Bucky had switched on the fancy fake fireplace for you, had wrapped you in blankets and propped you with pillows. The light pouring in haloed a bright shine to your hair, which normally would have a smile on his face. But your wan face pulled a grimace from him instead. Your shoulders rose and fell with a sigh, and Bucky would have cheerly scrubbed every surface of the whole damn Tower to get you out and about and smiling again.

A knock on the door spun him on his heel, and Bucky stalked to the door. Everyone knew the protocol - no visitors allowed!

“What.” Not a question, but a cold, terse demand. Steve drew a deep breath as he measured the look being leveled at him. He’d faced firing tanks with less caution. His friend’s frown was fierce versus his blank murder stare. Bucky was mad but not in an assassinating mood. 

“Buck, I’m not gonna stay. I just wanted to stop in and say hi.”

“I’ll tell her you said so.” The door swung closed in his face. Steve rolled his eyes, throwing his arms up in disgust.

“C’mon, man.”

“No.” Exasperated, Steve couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his mouth. You and Bucky were a match made in heaven. Eidetic brain with the memory of an elephant, you were hands down one of the best analysts he’d had the privilege of working with. You chased after clues relentlessly, bulldogged in your tenacity. Straight up bullheaded in your obstinacy, though. 

If anyone could out-stubborn you, it was Bucky. Lord knows, he had enough experience chasing after a certain runt who couldn’t stay out of back alley brawls. Steve knew that, in odd moments, it still struck his friend that he didn’t need his help in the same ways. When Bucky’s muscle memory had him moving before his brain caught up if Steve coughed or sneezed. He could practically see the wheels turning as Bucky struggled to stitch together broken memories with current moments. A natural protector, Bucky needed someone to nurture. To cajole and wheedle and, if necessary, out-stubborn. You fit the bill to a tee.

“I don’t have coronavirus, Bucky!”

The door snatched back open. “Oh, yeah? And how do you know that?”

“I can’t get sick. Serum, remember?”

Bucky glared at him through squinted eyes before stepping back into the apartment.

“Carrier,” he hissed, slamming the door again.

“Was that Steve?”  Fatigue even hung heavy in your voice, the faintest gravel in the back of your throat threading a husk into your words. Bucky winced with you when you shifted in your seat, struggling painfully to stand.

“Yeah. Now I’m gonna have to wipe off the door knob again,” he groused as he briskly rubbed sanitizer over his hands. “Clint’s such a dumb ass.”

You snorted softly as you padded towards him. “I know. Who licks door knobs to prove a point?”

Taking in your stiff posture, Bucky leaned in close and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“Why’d you get up? What do you need? I’ll get it,” he murmured into your hair. Your sigh huffed softly against his chest as you gratefully leaned against him, glancing at the clock in the kitchen.

“I should probably take another dose of ibuprofen,” the words mumbled up, uncertain. The illness had dragged up new challenges - too many doses of the NSAID was ripping up your stomach. Steroids helped, too, but you couldn’t take too many rounds too close together, and you’d already taken one prescription a month ago when the wet winter had your shoulders and wrists feeling like they were grinding straight through to your bone marrow. Pepper and your doctor were trying to get a DMARD approved through insurance, but with all this new virus ‘fit hitting the shan’, the insurance company backlog was sky high. That left you with balancing growing joint discomfort against growing stomach unhappiness. Thank God for ice packs and Tony’s ridiculously over-the-top whirlpool baths.

Bucky held in his own sigh as he pondered your situation. “Let me make you some of that chamomile tea and some toast to go with it.”

He didn’t think it possible, but your shoulders sagged even more. “I’m really not hungry, Buck.”

Threading his fingers through your hair, he gently rubbed the back of your head the way you liked.

“I’ll make it with that raspberry rutabaga jam on it. You want that?”

The catch in your throat grew to a fist-sized lump fit to choke you. The throbbing in your shoulders and arms radiated in time with your heartbeat up into your brain. Your knees felt weird - rubbery, tender, like you weren’t sure they’d support you. You missed your job, you missed your friends, you missed outside. As much as you adored Bucky, you were lonely for the other pieces of your life. The misery in your heart swelled to mammoth proportions, and you couldn’t choke back the sob that broke from you.

“I want -”

Bucky’s gut pinched so hard it hurt when you started crying. “What, love? What do you want? Anything, I’ll get it for you.”

Crying just made everything hurt more, and you swallowed hard to shove down the tears, anxiety, and stress. You glanced up, seeing the stress that pulled tight lines into Bucky’s face. You tried to offer him a smile and knew you failed pathetically.

“Rhubarb, hun. It’s raspberry rhubarb jam.”

Bucky saw you trying, knew you were trying to make him feel better, and wanted to cry himself. He’d do anything to bring back your smile.

“Rutabaga, rhubarb, whatever. You go sit, I’ll bring it out to you with the ibuprofen.”

You shook your head as you stepped away from his urging embrace. “No, I need to move around a little.” Neither of you spoke as you moved to the kitchen, content in the quiet puttering as Bucky filled the kettle and popped bread in the toaster. Out of habit, he went to wash his hands when an idea hit him.

Staring blankly out the window, your thoughts drifted to your ‘to be read’ pile as you tried to decide between starting a new book from your oft-ignored stack or comfort yourself with a lovely reread. You were so lost in your musings, you didn’t track on the activity behind you.

“Babe, can you grab the butter and jam? I’m washing my hands.”

You turned around to step to the fridge, stopped in your tracks at the sight before you, and burst out laughing. 

Bucky had taken off his metal arm and put it in the dishwasher.

Hilarity pealed from you in waves, folding you over as you leaned against the counter. You tried to catch your breath and glanced up at Bucky. The proud-as-punch smile on his face set you off again, laughing so hard your shoulders twinged at you.

When a snort broke into your snickers, Bucky couldn’t help but laugh with you. Giddiness swirled with relief at your delight, and he felt prouder in that moment that he did receiving his U.S. Army Expert Marksmanship medal in ‘42. He knew he couldn’t carry your burden for you, but in this moment, he’d lightened it a bit. Moving in close, he gathered you to his chest with his other arm, relishing the feel of your giggles against him. You gasped for breath as you wiped the tears from eyes, then reached up to cup his face in your hands, smiling fondly into his twinkling gaze.

“I love you, you giant goofball. Thank you for taking such good care of me.” 

Bucky leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose.

“Gotta take care of my best girl.” Giving you the gentlest of squeezes, he then urged you back to your cozy nest. “Go sit. I’ll bring it all out in a few.”

Still grinning, you headed for your phone. “First, I gotta get my phone. This is going on Twitter!”

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[vannahfanfics]

For the Alphabet I would like Usopp please. ❤️✨ thank you dearie 💕

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Fluff Alphabet: Usopp 

A-   Activities: How do they spend their time with their s/o?

One of Usopp’s favorite pastimes is fishing, and he’ll be ecstatic if his s/o enjoys it, too! There’s nothing better to him than an afternoon perched on the balustrade of the ship with lines in the water, enjoying the tranquility of the open sea. If his s/o is more of the competitive sort, there will always be some kind of bet involved- who can catch the most, who can catch the biggest, who can catch the prettiest. It’s never a dull moment!

Additionally, Usopp is very artistic, as we all know. He’s gonna jump at the opportunity to use his s/o as a model for all sorts of projects, if they don’t mind, of course. Usopp’s a joker so of course he’s gonna keep the mood light even as he’s concentrating, and he doesn’t mind if his muse has to take a few moments to collect themselves because they’re cracking up!

On top of that, Usopp is going to be very attuned to his s/o’s interests and will want to take part in them as well!... As long as it isn’t too scary, that is.

B-    Body: What does this character appreciate about their s/o? What part of their body are they most proud of, and in reverse, what body part are they ashamed of and how do they respond to their s/o gushing over it?

Usopp is gonna love his s/o from bottom to top, but I feel like in particular he’ll love their face. It’s an art aesthetic thing. He’s gonna know every detail about his partner’s face, from the way the highlights strike in their irises to the exact shine pattern of their lips to any little freckle or mole they have. He loves squishing his partner’s cheeks, nose kisses, eskimo kisses, or even just shoving his hand in their face while laughing. He loves to stare into his partner’s face while their sleeping, analyzing the way the moonlight falls over it. Such tendencies will lead to many a night where his s/o awakens in confusion with Usopp hard at work on an inspired art project…

I feel like Usopp is self-conscious about his nose. It’s a unique trait, and even though the Grand Line is full of weirdness, it bothers him! Poor thing can’t kiss properly without fear of poking his s/o in the eye! There’s nothing he can do about it, of course, and he’ll just laugh it off because Usopp is not one to openly admit his insecurities without prying. The best thing his s/o can do is shower him in nose kisses! This boy will get so flustered and happy so fast.

C-    Cuddles: Is this character a cuddler? What is their favorite way to cuddle?

This boy loves to cuddle period, but he loves, loves, loves spooning! There is no better feeling to him than having his big arms wrapped around his s/o holding them tight, back flush to his chest and his face tucked into the crook of their neck or his chin resting atop the crown of their head. It makes him feel like a strong protector. But even if it isn’t spooning, Usopp loves all the ways to cuddle. He’s a snuggle bunny and he is not afraid to hide that!

D-   Dreams: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

One day Usopp would like to return to Syrup Village and settle down with his s/o once he’s had his fill of his adventures. Usopp already knows he wants to have children, because he wants to regale them with his tales of the sea (true and exaggerated and complete lies alike). Once he’s finished sailing, he wants to open an art gallery or shipwright business on the island, because next to sailing, crafting in every form is his passion. Usopp definitely fantasizes about the future a lot and his s/o is a very prominent figure in his future. He very much values their support and encouragement.

E-    Equivalence: Is this character the dominant force in the relationship, are they passive, or is the relationship more or less even?

Usopp isn’t terribly stubborn or domineering when it comes to relationships. He’s actually a bit insecure, given his scaredy-cat nature, and initially his s/o will definitely play the leading role in guiding him through the ropes. As his confidence builds and he fears less about messing up, it definitely becomes more of an even split. He would never want to be controlling of his partner, and more than that, he loves an independent and strong soul.

F-    Fights: How does this character respond to arguments with their s/o? What would they fight about, and who would cave and apologize first?

Poor Usopp! Fights make him so sad! This poor thing will be so pitiful trying to figure out where he went wrong and how to make it right. Most often he apologizes first because he just can’t stand the idea of his beloved being angry with him, and he will present a new work of art or hand-carved trinket of sorts as a placating present.

Usopp is a liar; he grew up with that habit and it’s hard to break, and he unfortunately can’t keep the habit out of his love life. Most of them are harmless white lies, but this can be grating on many people and I feel like this would be the root of the problem with his s/o, especially if he lies about something big. Usopp will really need to be trained out of this compulsive lying because truth and honesty are the foundation of a relationship. Usopp’s partners will have to be in it for the long haul and willing to work for it, because this aspect of him will make it rocky in the beginning. But Usopp can learn and he will stop the harmful lies for his s/o’s sake, because he loves them to death and hates that his bad habit is a strain. Once they are over this hump, Usopp and his s/o will never fight (except maybe over his occasional cowardice, depending on their personality).

G-   Gratitude: How does this character show their s/o that they are grateful?

Usopp isn’t afraid of showing how grateful he is, and he’ll come right out and say it. Hugs, smooches, sweet words of gratitude whispered in his s/o’s ear- this boy is a whole ass sweetie. If he’s feeling extra gratuitous he’ll prepare a gift for his s/o. He’ll have Sanji whip up a nice dinner for the two of them, plan a fun little date, or whip up a cute little present. Usopp has many ways of showing his gratitude and he does it a lot, because he’s very thankful someone is willing to stand by him.

H-   Honeymoon: If this character had a honeymoon with their s/o, where would they go?

Usopp doesn’t want to stress on his honeymoon, and so his ideal vacation would be a trip to an architectural/cultural landmark. He’s an artistic soul and would adore to study cultural art with his s/o. Holding hands while taking walks through ancient ruins or art museums, attending festivals and trying local cuisine, spending lazy nights by a hotel pool drinking cocktails and sketching his beautiful s/o… That’s the dream for Usopp. Of course he will make concessions to include anything and everything his s/o wants to do and see, because it isn’t just about him. He’ll even compromise and do some adventurous stuff, even if his knees are knocking together the whole time! That’s how much he loves and cherishes his s/o!

I-      Insecurity: What is this character insecure about? How do they deal with their insecurities with their s/o?

As I previously mentioned, Usopp is not one to openly deal with his insecurities. He’s gonna try to talk big and hide them. Even though he has grown stronger, Usopp still is bitter about his weakness and tendency to cower. He fears his s/o is going to be swooned by a bigger, beefier, braver man, and this gets to him, a lot. When his s/o approaches him about it, he’ll laugh it off and act tough, but poke at him enough and that wall will crumble- and this poor boy is gonna be a blubbering mess. He’s so sensitive. It will take a lot of comfort from his s/o to convince him they love him they way he is and don’t need a big strong man because they already have him! Kiss his forehead and tell him he’s tough, and this man will follow you to the ends of the Earth.

J-      Jealousy: Is this character the jealous type? How do they deal with being jealous?

Because of his insecurities, Usopp has a jealous streak, for sure. He knows that his own crewmates will never make a move on you, but other pirates are another matter. Usopp will be glued to his s/o’s side during supply runs or any other instant another person can make passes at his s/o. So many bad scenarios run through his hand, making him a jittery, nervous wreck. This can sometimes lead to him popping off and coming to his s/o’s defense when it is totally unnecessary. If the opponent looks like one he can’t take, this boy isn’t gonna make much of a show of himself because he’ll be sweating and shaking- but he’ll still do it. He’ll swallow his fear and proclaim that he is your man and no one is gonna take you from him! It’s sweet, really. Most of the time his s/o has to calm him down and tell him that the situation doesn’t call for it, which makes him immensely relieved. But if his s/o actually is being hit on, they’ll need to save him because this boy is probably going to get his ass beat.

K-   Kiss: What does the character want their first kiss to be like with their s/o? How does it end up happening?

Usopp is going to obsess over the first kiss. He wants it to go perfectly, and he’s going to plan opportunities in excruciating detail. However, he’ll never be able to muster up the courage and the chances will slip right through his sweaty fingers. Most likely, his s/o will have to initiate the first kiss. He’ll be in his head real good so they’ll definitely catch him off guard; he’ll freeze up, eyes blown wide and crossed down his nose as he feels their lips on his, fingers twitching because he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. Once his s/o pulls back he’ll start huffing and puffing nervously, saying he wants to try again because he should have done better. It’ll be simple and boyish, but undoubtedly a cute first-second kiss.

L-    Love Confession: How does this character first profess their love to their s/o?

Like the first kiss, Usopp is gonna obsess over this moment and have so many plans that don’t pan out. However, he’ll have a bit of confidence at this point, and so finally he’ll be able to muster up the courage. He’ll plan a romantic date under the starlight, whether it’s dinner or fishing or a walk on an island. He’ll take his s/o’s hands and look straight in their eyes, face beet-red as he tells them he loves them and would become a strong warrior of the sea that will protect them always. When his s/o returned the sentiment though he’ll start crying because he’s so overwhelmed. Usopp feels some strong feelings.

M-  Marriage: How does this character view marriage? What is their ideal wedding like?

Usopp definitely wants to get married! This man dates to get married, no casual flings for him. Usopp has an eye for the aesthetic so the wedding is going to be beautiful and perfect; the best decorations and flowers and food and everything. He doesn’t want a huge wedding, but he would like to get married with all his friends in attendance. He actually fantasizes about getting married on the island of Elbaf, as this is the epitome of his dream and symbolizes everything he is. If that isn’t possible, though, he’ll want to marry at Kaya’s mansion in his home village, because it’s an absolutely gorgeous venue and he wants his three stooges to be his ring bearers!

N-   Nicknames: What does this character like to call their s/o?

Usopp is an absolute sweetheart and this reflects in his nicknames. “Honey,” “gorgeous,” “sweetie,” and “cupcake” are go-tos, but if he’s hard in his feels, he’ll say “my love” or “love of my life” too.

O-   On Cloud Nine: What is this character like when they’re in love? Is it obvious to others, or are they good at hiding it?

Usopp is the absolute cutest when he’s in love. He becomes a total airhead because his mind will be on his s/o 24/7. This makes him kinda clumsy, leading to several falls from the netting or tripping over railings to fall down to the lower deck. He’ll also have this dreamy, faraway look on his face, just sitting there fantasizing. It became a game seeing how many things the crew could stack on his head before he noticed. The record is ten. As such, it is totally obvious that Usopp is in love because he just can’t hide it. Even after they are together, he’s always doing things and saying things that it’s just painfully obvious even to total strangers. What can I say; my boy isn’t shy to be in love!

P-    PDA: Does this character like PDA? If so, what kinds of things do they do in public to show off their s/o?

Yes! This boy loves to display his affection! Whether he is on the giving end or the receiving end, this boy is ecstatic. Hand-holding, little kisses, sweet nothings, he loves it all. He’ll be so touchy that it will get annoying to the more grumpy members of the crew, but Usopp will just be more obvious about it in retaliation. There is nothing wrong in showing how much he loves his s/o! Real men aren’t afraid to show their affections loud and proud!

Q-   Quirks: What random traits or quirks does this character have that positively affect the relationship?

Usopp’s got meticulous attention to detail and so he will pick up quick on his s/o’s habits, likes, and dislikes. This makes tailoring his gifts to them quite an art, because they’re just so unique to his s/o! It also makes surprises very easy. He’ll pay close attention to what his s/o eyes in a store or speaks about, and lo and behold, it’ll show up wrapped on their bed not too long after. Usopp’s a boatload of fun, too, so it makes the relationship really bubbly and happy. His easygoing atmosphere is infectious, and one can’t help but feel at ease around him. He also tells the best jokes, ever.

R-    Romance: Is this character a hopeless romantic, or a bit on the low-key side? Are they cliché when it comes to romantic gestures, or can they get a little bit creative?

Usopp is a total romantic. This boy will swoon and swoon hard, and he is gonna do everything for the sun for his s/o and everyone is gonna know about it. Because of his artistic talents, his gifts and gestures are very creative. There will be many a time his s/o is breathtaken by his inventive gestures. Usopp isn’t afraid of the old tried-and-true, though! He always manages to put some personal flair into the gesture, though, such as giving his s/o a bouquet of papercraft flowers instead of store-bought ones.

S-    Secrets: Are there any secrets they hide from their s/o? If so, how do they deal with it when those secrets finally come out?

Usopp may blend the lines of fact and fiction, but he doesn’t have anything he really wants to hide, necessarily. Once the relationship is deep and strong, Usopp won’t want to hide anything from his s/o. He is gonna tell them everything, good and bad, so they can work through it together.

T-    Thrill: Does this character prefer routine in their relationship, or do they like to shake things up every once in a while?

Routine bores Usopp! To him, every day in the relationship is the chance to try something new or learn something new! He is definitely not one to settle into routine, so a relationship with Usopp is a wild ride for sure. It’s so hella fun that one won’t mind, though.

U-   Understanding: Is this character level-headed and empathetic toward their partner, or do they sometimes have trouble figuring them out, which leads to some butting heads?

Usopp knows his s/o better than they know themselves. He is very perceptive and observant, and he will know every minute detail about them. This makes it very easy to sort through problems and bumps in the road. He’s not a very argumentative guy, either, so there’s almost no butting heads aside from his lying problem (and again, that’s only a temporary problem). Usopp is a great listener and will help his s/o work through their own things too. Honestly, this guy is so empathetic and sweet it’ll kill you.

V-   Value: How does this character value their relationship with their s/o? How does it hold in comparison to their goals, ambitions, etc.?

Usopp values his relationship extremely highly. He holds his s/o and his dream of being a great warrior of the sea in tandem, because to him, he can’t be a good boyfriend if he doesn’t achieve his dream. Advancing his relationship and working toward his goal go hand-in-hand, and he selfishly is unwilling to sacrifice either for the other’s sake. This mans is gonna find a way to have both, so help him God!

W-  Wild Card: Any random fluff headcanon that does not fall within the other categories!

Love notes. He hides love notes everywhere. Sticking them in his s/o’s books, hiding them in their sock drawer or slipping them into their pockets, sticking them to the mirror while they’re in the shower, laying them on their pillow before they go to sleep- so many love notes. They’re most often corny love puns and they never fail to make his s/o smile.

X-   XOXO: How does this character show affection?

Usopp is into all five love languages, okay. Usopp shows his love in every and any way possible. This man would pull the moon outta the sky if you asked for it. However, I feel like physical touch is his greatest way of showing affection. He just loves to hug and hold and kiss his partner all day, every day. There will be no question that Usopp loves you, ever.

Y-   Yearning: How does this character deal with time apart with their s/o?

Oh, this boy. Hims gets so sad. It’s a bad time for the crew because he will loudly and annoyingly mope. Sighing, groaning, lamenting aloud- Usopp just can’t deal with not having his partner around. He even has to invest in a body pillow so he can hug it and hold it at night because he just can’t stand to not have his s/o by his side at night! (Luffy and Chopper play a prank by printing his s/o’s face to it and he gets even sadder, which really backfires for the crew. Nami beats them up and makes them buy Usopp another blank one).

Z-    Zeal: Is this character willing to great lengths for their relationship? If so, how far, and how long does it take to get to this point?

Usopp will follow his s/o anywhere. His s/o is one of the most important things in the world to him, and he is going to do anything and everything possible to preserve it. Usopp falls fast and hard, so he gets to this point pretty early on. My boy loves stronger than the force of ten sun, with every fiber of his being. If his s/o is in deep trouble, it’ll spur him into action no matter how scared he is, and he’ll fight like a lion for them. Someone may have to back him up, but he’s gonna try, dammit!

#one piece #usopp #sniper usopp #one piece usopp #fluff alphabet #op usopp

[cosmcther]

★*･ get to know the mun. REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.

▐ NAME/NICKNAME: No nicknames, but Aaron works fine! ▐ PRONOUNS:  He/him, but they/them is fine if you forget. ▐ SEXUALITY:  Bi-curious. Dudes are cool, shit idk.  ▐ TAKEN OR SINGLE:  Single and don’t fucking touch me. ▐ HOW LONG HAVE YOU ROLEPLAYED ( YEARS/MONTHS):  Oh christ I dunno, like, three to four years maybe? I haven’t been too long tbh. ▐ PLATFORMS USED:  Just Dumblr here. Wish this shitty site wasn’t so damn good for rping. ▐ BEST EXPERIENCE:  Yo, my friends, dude. Like, that’s the sappy answer but I’ve literally met one of my best friends on this site, and I’ve made so many other friends right here in the smash and mario rpc. This is the best place I’ve ever been in terms of good writers and people, and I’m so glad that I’ve actually gotten to live the dream of befriending the lot of you. I’m an antisocial fuck, so the fact that I’ve actually had the chance to break those boundaries and connect is so amazing.  ▐ MALE OR FEMALE:  Females most definitely. The majority of muses I write are female, with only, like, two characters I can think of that aren’t off the top of my head. And one of the two is still only like, 35% dude hbutjgircfvourfi. But mhm, males are fine, but I’ve got my preference when it comes to writing characters. ▐ FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT:  I’m underaged so smuts off the table, but even if I was of age, I wouldn’t wanna write that stuff. But I love both fluff and angst. Too much of either is bad, though. Fluff can get boring and angst can get bland when it’s not after some happiness to actually give the sad stuff weight. ▐ PLOTS OR MEMES:  I actually suck at plotting, so memes. ▐ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES:  Definitely both, because same with fluff and angst, short stuff is harder to do deep things with, and long can cause some serious burnout. Short stuff keeps things going with casual interactions in the middle of big fat replies. ▐ BEST TIME TO WRITE:  Y’know, I’ve been saying nighttime for the longest time now, but I think it’s just whenever I’m in the mood now.  ▐ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S):  Man I wish I was, but nah guhbnoiefmdxs. At least, not Rosalina. Rosalina and I are POLAR opposites, but my other muse, Knuckles the Echidna, now we’re pretty similar, me and him. Quick to anger and uses the greying of care to protector ourselves, but genuinely loving of those we actually care about. But pfft his sense of duty is way larger than mine. He protects a big powerful hunk of rock because he thinks he has to. I won’t do the things I should do even when I know for a fact that they’re super mega important to me. 

tagged by:  @lylxt​ ! Thanks Feris! tagging:  steal it like the thief you are.

#(OOC.) ''The kind of tired regular sleep can't fix.'' #((im a lazy bastard so i only now got to this but i like these memes)) #((also you can catch me doing these memes instead so i can dodge actually writing for once in mY LI F E))

[joie-university-rp]

Dear ARIEL PILLSBURY-SCHUESTER,

It is with great pleasure we invite you admission to Joie University! Welcome to the Thunderclap family!

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Congratulations, CEE! Please be sure to check the New Members’ Checklistand send in your character’s account within 24 hours from now. We cannot wait to see all that you will bring to this roleplay! We love you already!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias; pronouns: Cee, she/her

Age, Timezone: still old, EST

Activity, short explanation: Same as the boys

Ships: Ariel/chemistry

Anti-Ships: Ariel/forced

Triggers: RFP

Preferred photo for Character’s ID (please give a link): https://www.wallofcelebrities.com/celebrity/hayley-williams/pictures/xlarge/hayley-williams_884732.jpg

Anything else:

IC INFORMATION:

Full Name (First, Middle, Last): Ariel Rebecca Pillsbury-Schuester

FC: Hayley Williams

Age/Year at University (Freshman [1st Year], Sophomore, Junior, Senior, or Graduate Student): 21/Senior

Birth date (MONTH DAY, YEAR): March 3rd, 1998

Hometown (please be sure to check the hometowns listed for characters your muse is related to!): Littleton, CO

Gender/Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Major(s): Creative Arts

Minor(s) [optional]: French

Housing request (remember, only the president of a Greek Organization is required to live at a Greek House to be in it!): MuSig house

Extracurriculars (Click here for the list. Be sure to specify any executive board positions [i.e. president, secretary, etc.] If something isn’t listed, please put it here and we will add it to the masterlist!): Art club, LGBT+ Association, World Languages Club

Greek Life Affiliation [optional] (Please be sure to specify any executive board positions [i.e. president, pledge educator, etc.] or if your character is not yet a member, but plans to rush): MuSig

CHARACTER PROFILE:

[At least] 3 Headcanons for your character:

Ariel’s always been known as a bit of a firecracker. Most of the time she’s got the bright red hair that matches her name, but every once in awhile, when the mood strikes her, she picks some other bright color to dye it for awhile. She can often be found in a paint splattered denim overalls with a scarf tied around her bright hair.

Her love of color translates to her art as well as most of her paintings involve large, color splattered canvas, much like her favorite artist Jackson Pollock. She’s also a big fan of body painting and is always looking for brave souls to act as her canvas.

Ariel loves her family more than anything in the world. Growing up, she knew she drove her mother crazy most days, even though she never meant to. She’s just always had a penchant for messes and chaos, everything her mother despised. Her father always encouraged her creativity though and did his best to find safe places for her to make her messes (or art, as she preferred to call it)

Even though she’s the oldest, Ariel has always let Schuyler take the role of protector of the family. She was always more of a free spirit herself, preferring to make friends with everyone she met and sprinkle a little color into their lives. That being said, when her brothers need her, she’s there without hesitation.

STUDENT CENSUS SURVEY:

(Please answer the following questions IN CHARACTER. Responses can be as long or short as you see fit!)

What made you want to attend Joie University? How could I imagine going anywhere else when this place is all my parents talked about my entire childhood? This school is pretty much a part of our family and it only seemed right to carry on the tradition.

What are at least 3 positive or neutral and at least 3 negative traits that you believe you possess? I’m very outgoing, creative, and loyal. But I can also be sassy, stubborn, and chaotic.

Which of your traits do you value most? Definitely my creativity. I love making something out of nothing and sharing it with the world as a way to inspire people!

How can that trait benefit the University (or its student body) as a whole? I think creativity in art and in life can be super encouraging and inspirational to the people around me. I’m always trying to find new ways to push people to their best selves!

What do you hope to gain from your experience at JU? I hope to learn even more about my passions and meet new and interesting people that’ll be in my life for years to come.

What is a quote or song lyric that describes you? “Every good painter paints what he is” - Jackson Pollock

#Accepted

[writing--ramblings]

Protector pt. 4

Characters: Derek x Reader, Isaac, Chris, Gerard

Warnings: Mention of suicide, Drug use (marijuana) 

A/N: This started as a filler and it kinda blossomed. Also, for some reason I forgot about season 5 lol. So let’s just pretend that nothing changed with Duke and Gerard. Please be advised there’s a huge amount of drug use but remember, I age up to about 21/22. Thank you all for even glimpsing at my story.

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You rolled and stretched across the unfamiliar bed, reaching for the familiar form you usually felt. You kept reaching and felt nothing, then you remembered. You were mad at him.

“Morning Sunshine.” An unfamiliar voice echoed through the room, you opened your eyes to see a lanky boy with curly blond hair leaning over you with a shit eating grin on his face.

“What the fu–” you shot up and hit him with a pillow before scrambling to the headboard of the motel bed.

The boy had the audacity to laugh as he caught it with ease. After a second look at the boy you noticed that it was Isaac. Isaac who had eight deep claw marks and bullet wound and was writhing in pain less than 24 hours ago. Unless you were dreaming. A look around the hotel room suggested otherwise, with the bloodied sheets and the makeshift IV still on the nightstand being the most obvious evidence. How was he up and walking?

“Isaac!” The familiar boom of Derek’s voice sounded. “This is why you were a shitty beta” he said, glaring at the boy after walking to the room from outside. Beta? Derek definitely wasn’t a frat bro. What could he have meant?

“You said she needed to wake up.” Isaac defended himself.

“I said I would wake her up” Derek said, making his way over to you. “Stay away from her, dumbass”

You snorted to hold in your laughter. Even though you were mad at him, it was nice to see Derek letting loose around someone other than you. But why should he stay away from you. The sound made Derek’s head turn in your direction, you looked away.

“Anyway, it’s your turn to shower, dollface” Isaac said with a daring wink. Derek growled at the action and you walked to the restroom.

“Oh I-” you stopped and turned around.

“Got it.” Derek was already there with a towel and your clothes folded. You took it with a small smile. He didn’t give one back, instead his eyes bore into yours.

You looked into his eyes and realised that you weren’t truly mad at him. You were hurt, afraid, and all around tired of being kept in the dark. You brushed your fingers against his lightly and turned back, entering the restroom letting Derek close the door behind you. You turned on the shower and leaned against the door. You faintly heard Derek speaking and pressed your ear to the door to hear what they were saying.

“-Am I supposed to explain that?” Derek’s angry voice shot through the room.

“She seriously doesn’t know?” You heard what you thought to be Isaac say in an amused tone.

“No. And I’d like to keep it that way for a little while longer. You’re supposed to be injured” Derek said with a grunt.

“Calm down, I am…See.” he must have shown his wounds.

“Not nearly as bad as you should be.” Derek said in frustration. “Clean this up.” Was the last you heard before you heard the door slam. “And I don’t think I need to tell you what I’ll do to you if you so much as talk to her” Derek said before the door slammed again. —– The car ride was awkward to say the least. You sat next to Derek with a dumbfounded look on your face halfway through Denver. Chris was driving once again, trying to ignore the two younger men’s animosity. Well, Derek’s outright glare at Isaac as he went along as if he hadn’t gotten a bullet lodged out of him recently. What a weirdo.

“That woman’s going to think you murdered me” you were talking to Chris. He laughed at your statement because it was true. You’d left the bloodied sheets folded into a corner in the room.

“It’s a good thing I used a fake name.” He let out one more laugh.

“And burnt off your fingertips” Isaac said nonchalantly. What?!

“Enough! Isaac.” The bellow didn’t come from Derek, who looked ready to lunge at the boy. But, it came from Chris. “He is your sire. Respect his wishes” Chris said to the boy, his voice lowered to it’s normal octave. Isaac grunted and looked out the window.

“Are we’re just gonna pretend that I didn’t hear that?” You asked incredulously.

“If we can help it” Chris muttered.

“We can’t”

“Some of our business isn’t exactly legal” Derek spoke up next to you. You rose an eyebrow.

“What the hell?” You asked, none of the men spoke up “Are you part of the mafia?” They all laughed as if it was the funniest joke they’d heard in years.

“Yup. I’m a Gambino” Derek’s eyes danced with amusement.

“Haha.” You said dryly.

Isaac was still laughing and Chris had composed himself. You were getting tired if half truths and skirting around the issue. Derek could tell because throughout the entire morning he’d failed to kiss you on the lips, only the cheek and head. He was getting frustrated and you could tell. He was one for tiny displays of PDA. Like shoulder kisses, quick lip bites and constant touching when he was near, even now, as you were mad at him he kept his leg tightly pressed against yours in the backseat of the ‘inconspicuous’ black SUV.

So yeah, you could say Derek was tense again. The mood had shifted exponentially and the two in the front could tell because Chris decided to blast the college rock station and Isaac just shifted to looking out the window. Who was Derek Hale, who were any of these people? You’d spent almost three years with him and you accepted that he was keeping things from you. Maybe it was because in every television show and book you read when one of the parties in a relationship was hiding something it was something over the top amazing. Like being a spy - you had this silly thought that he was going off and beating up French and Swiss bad guys trying to infiltrate ​the countries security. At one point your thought of Derek being a mafioso came to life when you were out to dinner one night at an Italian place and a man began screaming at him in Italian and yelled back, fluently. That night ended in Derek knocking the guy out and some amazing sex before you both ate your to go cannolis.

You smiled at the fond memory and gripped Derek’s thigh lightly. The touch brought Derek’s eyes to your hand, as he was staring at you previously. He rested his hand atop yours and held tight. Hell, he may not be something as outrageous as a spy or a mafioso but, he was yours. And whatever trouble he was in would become yours. He wasn’t off the hook though. If you were gonna fight this… Duecalion fellow you were going to need to know why. Which brought back all your questions, you were about to ask about Duecalion when Isaac spoke up.

“Hey, we’re in Colorado, right?” Isaac turned to face the backseat​ and both you and Derek nodded.

“Why?” Chris asked beside him.

“Can we get high?” Isaac questioned. It wasn’t a 'can we pull over to smoke’ kind of question, it was a 'are we able to’ kind of question. You rose an eyebrow and tilted your head. You were confused at the question but also intrigued. Was it against the rules in their 'World?’ if so, they’re in for a rude awakening.

“Derek and I get high all the time” you told them seriously. This caused Chris to choke on air and and Isaac to form a lopsided grin.

“Oh really?” He directed his question to Derek.

“Well, not all the time but, in the past we have.” You told them both. Derek just grunted out a yeah.

“And it worke-” Isaac caught himself “I mean you got high?!” Isaac asked well, accused.

“Yes, Isaac. Now shut up.” Derek said.

“Let’s get high!” Isaac bounced in his seat he was not a good listener. You mused.

“It is legal here…” The older men looked at you, shocked. “Watch the road!” You yelled at Chris.

“I can drive with my hands tied behind my back and blindfolded” he said seriously, but turned to face the road either way. At this point, you believed him.

You didn’t go against the idea. You wanted Derek to stop killing Isaac with his eyes repeatedly. If looks could kill, right? Plus, you needed to get your mind off of this without a killer hangover, like the one the shower washed away earlier. Chris pulled into a dispensary and turned to face you, you started pulling out cash to hand to him.

“Yeah right.” Isaac said when you tried to hand him the money. Chris just looked at Derek amused.

“Hey, she likes to pay her way. I’d take it if I were you. She bites” Derek said with a shake of his head. Chris took it after a beat.

“What do you want?” He asked like he was going grocery shopping.

“Blue dream, Grandaddy OG Kush and…” You bit your lip “cheese” you finished. The boys just looked at you as Derek looked kind of…Proud? “If they don’t have that just tell them to make a salad bowl.” You nodded firmly.

“Maybe you should come in with me?” Chris said, a little confused.

“You’re a big boy, Chris. I have faith in you.” You smiled and shooed him. Derek looked at Isaac pointedly.

“I’ll go!” He jumped at the chance to have his first marijuana dispensary experience.

Once the younger and older men were gone Derek spoke up.

“I’m ​sorry. You deserve to know everything. I’m literally dragging you back and forth across the country and you deserve to be in a penthouse with your feet kicked up and a martini in your hand. Or a joint, whatever. You shouldn’t be out here, it’s too dangerous and I’m making you do this for me. Argent told me that you were ready to stab someone last night and I can’t let you do that. I can’t let you get hurt, but I’m afraid you’ll leave if you find out! And if you leave me then I literally have nothing and I can’t take that, I don’t know who I am without you-” Derek’s words were running together at the end of his rant so you stopped him with your lips pressing against his.

“Shut up” you told him as you leant back. “What did I tell you?” You asked him. “There’s gonna have to be a lot more than this to get you away from me. Of course I’d stab someone for you, I eat glass if it meant you’d be okay.” He huffed with a smile at the revelation. “I deal with your mood swings. This is nothing” he rolled his eyes at that. “Seriously though, I want to know. You can’t keep me in the dark for much longer. I can tell I’m about to find out. And I’d rather it be from you” you said honestly. That’s why you haven’t done the obvious thing and outright asked Isaac. “Now go back to being mean, tough Derek before they come back” you said as you placed your hands on both sides of his face and pushed his hair back.

“You’re perfect.” He whispered, more to himself even though he was watching you.

Isaac and Chris came back looking triumphant. They dropped the bags in your lap and you took a look inside, it had all been labeled accordingly. They had blunt wraps, the weed and had even gotten some munchies and poweraid. They were really trying to experience the stoner paradise with this, huh? You thought.

“You know the markup on this food is outrageous,right?” You looked at the two.

“We didn’t want to waste any time getting snacks.” Chris said giddily. You covered your mouth to hold your laughter. “It’s been a long time, okay?” He said with an eye roll which made Derek and Isaac begin to laugh. “I hate you guys” he said with an unmanly pout and hopped in the passenger seat.

Apparently it was time to rotate because they knew exactly what to do, Derek took the Drivers seat but not before placing the armrest down and kissing you heatedly. Isaac groaned and took the seat next to you, separated by the divider. You giggled from your seat and opened the bags up.

Where are we going?“ You asked as you took the weed out and began grinding it up, Isaac watched curiously, Derek watched Isaac and Chris was just enjoying his rock.

"To my bunker, gotta pick some stuff up and, if we’re gonna do this,we have to be safe.” The final man spoke.You rolled your eyes, yeah this is what’s gonna affect our safety.

You opened the package of blunts, broke one open and began dumped the tobacco in the empty bag. Isaac was still watching you and Derek looked up occasionally to watch from the rearview mirror, you winked at him when you caught his eye. You took the ground up weed and put it in the now empty blunt wraps and began rolling, once it was done you made sure to catch Derek’s eyes in the mirror and lick the blunt painfully slow, Isaac almost gasped before ruining your moment by saying.

“Derek… Your girlfriend is so hot” he gave you a small smile and Derek turned around and punched his arm, so quickly you almost missed it. Isaac definitely felt it because he growled and whined. “Fuck!” He held the arm where Derek hit, his eyes looked yellow for a fleeting moment. Must of been his hair in his eyes.

“I know, I see her everyday. She's​ beautiful” He said, a satisfied smile on his lips. You could feel yourself blushing.

“Whatever.” He pouted reminding you of a golden retriever, “Do it again!” He told you, Derek cleared his throat. “What? Do you know how to do it?” He asked holding up the blunt to the two older men in the front. They conceded and you repeated the process three more times. —- By the time you were finished with rolling you were in front of what Chris called a bunker. I guess that’s what it was, truthfully it was three storage containers linked together in an old junk yard. With two bedrooms, a kitchenette a living room and a bathroom. As you entered you thought back to your questions, but Isaac was so excited to smoke that you gave him his blunt just to calm him down. You distributed the other two and Isaac stayed looking confused.

“If you’re anything like Derek, your tolerance is insanely high” you told him. On the occasion that you did smoke, Derek usually smoked his entire blunt and some of yours.

“I..Have no idea how to do this.” Isaac spoke up, Derek snorted, having already lit his, Chris had gone to collecting the items he needed. Which probably meant guns ammo and whatever else he kept in his weird bag.

You smiled and took it from him, lighting it and inhaling deeply before blowing out an O-ring. Isaac looked like a guppy and took his blunt gingerly. He followed your instructions and got the hang of it pretty quickly, coughing after each hit. You reassured him that it’d get better soon.

“You started without me?” Chris asked when he came back, two bags doing over his shoulders.

“Gotta move quicker than that, old man.” Derek said with a chuckle. He just gave Derek a disapproving look before lighting his. You finally had the chance to light yours and plopped down on the uncomfortable couch provided in the bunker.

About thirty minutes later you were laying on the couch on your back, giggling with the guys. Derek sat next next to you with your head in his lap, Isaac was vegging out on the floor and when Chris said he bought munchies for everyone… He really meant himself because you all had one bag of chips between you, Derek and Isaac whilst Chris had hot Cheetos, sour patch kids, Skittles and Reese’s all to himself. He literally smacked your hand as you reached for the Sour Patch Kids, Derek growled and snatched the sour candy from him, dumping the candy in your mouth with a mischievous gleam in his eye. Your eyes widened as he kept going after your mouth was full. You shot up and chewed the candy in your mouth, throwing the few that fell on your lap at him.

“Derek!” You squealed with a laugh scrunched up your face.

“You wanted it.” He muttered, a smile playing at the edge of his lips. He plopped the few that you threw at him in his mouth.

“This is why I kept it to myself.” Chris spoke up, shoveling hand full of Skittles in his mouth.

“No, you’re being just greedy, Argent” Derek said with a side eyed glace towards Chris. Derek knocked the sour patch kids against Isaac’s head, offering the boy the candy. Isaac took it slowly.

“I don’t get to eat a lot of junk food!” Chris said with squinted eyes. “We can’t all have inhuman metabolism” he grunted quietly, sparking up again. Derek snorted out laughter.

The comment got your mind reeling, Derek could tell because he groaned and pulled you on his lap.

“Stop thinking so much, we’re supposed to be relaxing” he whispered after dipping his lips to your ear.

“I can’t! Why does Chris have a bunker? Why do you all talk in such cryptic sentences? Why are we not freaking out right now?” You asked lowly at first, so only Derek could hear but the questions quickly because everyone for the room.

“Because I’m a werewolf.” Derek said seriously. That apparently woke Isaac up because his head whipped around to you both. Chris dropped his bag and  did the same. You smiled and laughed at the ridiculous jpke, pushing Derek’s chest.

“You would have convinced me if they existed” you said once you stopped laughing. It was true, it was very convincing. “I love you” you said, the amusement still in your demeanor.

He gave you a small smile and kissed your shoulder “I love you back.” His arms snaked his way around your waist and he leaned his head on your shoulder.

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You’d spent almost an of trying to get Derek to show off his Dance moves and him fiercely declining in front of his friends. Seriously, he loved to dance when you were alone, so the fact that he got such a red face when you mentioned it made you pick on him even more. You smiled down at the sleeping Derek. He needed to, knowing him he didn’t sleep last night, well earlier today. So you let him suck up his little few hours of sleep. You were in the middle of running your hands through his short black hair when Isaac came back into the room from the bathroom.

“The old men just can’t handle it, huh?” He laughed and say in the recliner that Chris once sat in. He’d gone to the bedroom on the far end of the bunker. You snorted.

“Says the one who was counting invisible stars twenty minutes ago” the puppy dog - you found yourself calling​ him in your head - began blushing profusely. “Why do you and Derek butt heads so much?” You nodded towards the boy, changing the subject while you could get some answers.

“We don’t, really. That’s just Derek” he shrugged. It was strange, because you knew Derek was nothing but surly to most people but, his dynamic with Isaac and Chris were very opposite. With Chris it was like he respected everything he said and the way they spoke to each other was as if they were best friends. With Isaac it was like he was scolding his younger brother constantly.

“It’s just… He acts like you piss him off with everything you do” you said with a light laugh.

“Everything pisses Derek off.” He said with a laugh, you smiled at that. It was kind of true. “He saved my life. And I don’t mean the way they did last night.” You’d almost forgotten about that. You wanted to ask him how his wounds were but you decided against it, in fear of losing the story. “My father didn’t like me very much and Derek showed me what a real family could be. He introduced me to Scott and he kept me from ending up at the bottom of the ocean. He made me one of them and I’m thankful” He looked at Derek with an intense stare. “He may be a douche, but he protects those he cares about”

“I resent the whole douche thing”  Derek stated, his eyes still closed. You jumped and stopped your motion.

“Why do you do that?” You accused your boyfriend. He shrugged and grabbed your hand that rested in his hair and began moving it again. You snorted and gave in to his wishes after he let go. Big baby.

“Love you too, Isaac” Derek said to the boys insinuated revelation. You wanted to cry from happiness, even though the words were fleeting both you and Isaac were shocked. Derek never showed emotion towards anything but puppies and you. It was amazing to hear the words come out of his mouth.

“Gross dude, your girlfriend’s right there.” Isaac responded, holding back his grin. The boy hadn’t known how to respond and that was clear but, he was happy to hear the words, that much was obvious.

Derek sat up immediate and Isaac’s head snapped towards the door. Both of them called for Argent and he ran to the room, Gun pointed forward. You didn’t know what was happening, what alerted them to the danger? Was there some unseen alarm?

“Speaking of shitty father’s” Isaac muttered and stood, all three men were now surrounding you with their backs turned towards you.

“Umm..?” You looked around. Argent took the throwing knives from his pocket and handed them to Derek who in turn handed them to you. You took them gingerly and tried to match their stances.

Argent stood his gun still in hand and pointed towards the door. Derek stood to his left, directly in front of you, standing in an animalistic hunch. Isaac stood on the end in a stance similar to Derek, his body still looked human though.

Moments later the door opened and Katrina sauntered in with an older man a much older man. “Lotta sugar daddies” you muttered. Isaac snorted out a laugh and Derek shook with silent laughter. Chris completely ignored you, the older man was conditioned to tune everything out.

“What are you doing here Gerard?” Chris spoke loud and firm.

“Now, now Christoph is that any way to greet your father?” The man said as he got closer, you noticed that he had a black and white hankerchief in hand and he coughed into it. It dawned on you that the hankerchief wasn’t black and white, he was coughing up black fluid. Mountain ash. How was he walking around, didn’t this stuff kill people?

“You lost that right when you betrayed our code.” Argent told his father.

“And what are you doing?” Katrina spoke up

“We don’t kill those who haven’t killed innocents” Chris argued back.

“Lower your gun” Gerard told his son, his nose began leaking mountain ash and he wiped his nose. “We just want these two lone wolves” he finished.

“Leave and you survive.” Derek spoke up.

“Cute, and who’s gonna kill me?” Katrina began walking forward, “your little oblivious play thing?” You peered around Derek and glared at her.

“Bitch.” You muttered.

“What are you whispering over there? My hearing’s not as good as theirs” she nodded towards Derek and Isaac.

“Bitch” you enunciated every syllable.

“Fiesty little thing you got there, Derek” Gerard said in a skincrawling tone. As he said that a light fog began intruding the vents located on the floor. They were stalling.

“Derek.” You pointed at the vents and he pushed you back behind him.

He cracked his neck quickly and you could see his facial hair grow thicker and his ears took a sharper point. The most alarming thing was his roar. He had a literal room shaking, ear splitting roar. That was him the other night? You backed up, alarmed and he turned with a sympathetic look in his eyes that were now glowing blue. Did he have fangs? You chanced a look at the two other men and Isaac had a very similar appearance. Chris just stood strong now with two guns pointed. You wanted to pass out

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