roaring run


Bruce had heard music coming from the studio earlier in the day. They had converted what his mother had always called “The Music Room,” laying down marley flooring, lining the walls with mirrors and barres. All for Cass.

The sun was setting and the house was quiet now: Alfred hadn’t returned from his errands yet and the winter day was quickly coming to a close.

Heading to his study, Bruce passed the studio and was surprised to see Cassandra lying on the floor. The lights weren’t on and the weak remaining sunlight left the room dim. He could hear the white noise of the stereo system, on but not playing anything.

“Cassandra?” he asked, confused, stepping onto the springy floor.

She was lying on her back, her legs stretched out long, with her arms crossed over her eyes and forehead. Her long-sleeved leotard and legwarmers couldn’t be much protection against the chill if she’d been still for very long. Cassandra didn’t move or respond; he saw her throat work as she swallowed.

Bruce crossed the floor in a few strides, only to stop short at the sight of her feet.

He opened his mouth to ask one of many questions, but said instead:

“Cass, you’ve bled through your shoes.”

She went through pointe shoes fairly quickly, they lasted several months depending on how many classes in a week she could attend. But this pairs’ usual wear, grey scuffs on the washed-out peach satin, was eclipsed by the dull brown patches of blood that had appeared in different spots on the toe of each shoe.

Bruce sat by her feet and watched her face for any signs of distress as he gently picked up the leg nearest to him. When she didn’t react, he prodded the ends of the laces out from their bundle on the inside of her ankle and began picking at the knot beneath it. Unwinding the laces revealed deep indentations. She didn’t move or make a sound as he carefully pulled the fitted shoe from her foot and began peeling sticky gel pads, and lambswool, and finally her convertible tights, back from the raw and bloody flesh of her toes.

It made him think of Cinderella’s stepsisters, the old versions, mutilated by their mother in an attempt to fit the slipper and win a throne.

He held her foot in his lap, lightly chafing the angry red marks left on her clammy skin by the laces and elastic band. Not rubbing hard or touching the open wounds. He could feel the barest tremor of her muscles that meant she was exhausted.

“Last night was hard,”

With her arms still crossed over her eyes, she spoke in a whisper.

Bruce hummed an acknowledgement and started on her other foot. Of all his children, Cass was the one he trusted most to patrol alone, though he didn’t like it. It meant he didn’t know when she had to see or do things that he would rather have shielded her from.

Finishing, he piled the bloody detritus of her shoes and padding to one side. As he gathered her up and stood, he felt more than heard a soft “oh!” escape her. He was glad she didn’t protest, even though his back did.

Carrying her to the door, he brushed a knuckle to the switch that cut power to the sound system.

“It helped,” she said from his shoulder.


“Not being a weapon, for a while.”


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25 Lives: Prologue

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 1,213

A/N: so i’ve had this idea for a while and it’s something so so different to anything i’ve ever seen or done before. i’m not sure how many parts this is going to be in, but it’s gonna get very intense and violent. in the next part you will begin to understand more and more. you will learn what y/n learns when she learns herself. anyway, i hope you enjoy & please send feedback!!

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible


Darkness swarms over the preserve, an eerie silence setting and although it was a mid summers day, they were covered in nothing but a black fog. “Run!” The alpha howled, ushering his pack away from the Hale house and further into the preserve. The group ran furiously, jumping and hurdling over falling trees and broken branches. An ear shattering screech pierces through the fog, the pack halting mid run and staring behind them with wide eyes. “Run! Keep running!” The pack continued to run, throwing terrified glances over their shoulders and watching as the mysterious figure closed in on them. “We need to get to Stiles.” Scott roared, pushing himself to run faster. The Wiccan had vanished from behind them, her sickening body flashing before the pack as they stumble backward. “What do you want from us!?” Scott demanded an answer, his arms outstretched by his sides. Behind him hid a were-coyote, a banshee and his only beta.

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a mafia!sehun scenario pt.1 

(a combination of angst, smut and fluff. You have been warned.)

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Your red tartan shirt bristles behind you as you march, furious, towards the dancing neon lights that adulterate the street ahead of them. Kyungsoo had gone out. Again. Barley a week after promising to become less involved in mafia business and he’d slipped away from your shared apartment the second your back had been turned. Your brother’s lack of sincerity hurt, but what really fuelled your rage was the greater, heart-rendering betrayal you’d stumbled upon not an hour ago. Your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend, with his face buried between another’s woman legs. For weeks you’d suspected him of an affair, but to have it materialized in front of you had been too much to handle. You’d cried angry, shameful tears and stumbled home, in hopes of finding your older brother’s comfort and warmth. Instead, the house was cold and empty, and the nearest trace of your beloved big brother was a scrawled apology on a ripped piece of paper.

So yeah, you were pissed. And you weren’t about to let Kyungsoo get away with it. You knew how often he frequented this club, though you’d never actually visited it in person before, and that it was a place his gang would often strike deals with neighbouring groups.

You knew very little about Kyungsoo’s group, mostly because he refused to tell you anything or ever let you meet with any of the members. Not that you were exactly pleading for him to let you. He knew how much you hated that part of his life – the gangs, the money, the fights. You had no idea in what the hell he was involved in, but you knew it wasn’t even a little bit legal. He’d come home bloodied and bruised so many times that you were coming to be pretty handy with the makeshift doctor’s kit you kept underneath the kitchen sink. But no matter how many times you would complain about how this life was hurting him, he’d always simply reaffirm the same, undeniable truth – you needed the money. At which point, your yelling would abruptly cease, as you could offer no worthy response – he was right, you really, really needed the money.

You think however, slamming through the club’s dingy doors, that you’re not completely clueless about this part of Kyungsoo’s life. He’ll occasionally let slip some crucial piece of information that you’ve built up a fairly solid background. His gang – exo – run your area. They’re a group of 9 men and you think perhaps the leader was.. Suho, was it? Something like that. But you know that while they’re in control of the local area, they are not the absolute power at the front of it. They’re one of many gangs that help control the whole of Seoul for the big boss. That’s what you’ve taken to calling them, since Kyungsoo absolutely refuses to disclose any clues about their identity. You’re not aware of much else, other than that exo has had to regularly defend their territory lately, so Kyungsoo had been coming home more bloodied and bruised than ever. It worried you to no extent, but you knew that he would never leave his gang. Because as much as you were his sister, they were all his brothers, and his level of devotion to them ran deep. But he had swore he would spend less time out on these jobs, and the clear disregard for your wishes stung deep.

The club seems so busy that the walls themselves vibrate. Everywhere you turn, people slam against one another with shuddering fervour, and more than once you are jostled violently to the side. Craning your neck, you hope to catch a glimpse of Kyungsoo’s dark hair in the crowd, but with this many people and the twitching purple lights, it’s impossible to see. Your fists clench as you attempt to  reign in your growing anger and, thinking you see an opening in the middle of the floor, you push towards it.

It takes a considerable time, but eventually you manage to squirm your way to the forefront of the crowd. In the middle of the floor, two boys dance opposite each other, mirroring the other’s moves in a routine like motion. Around them, the partygoers cheer ferociously and stomp their feet to the beat of the mismatched song. You sigh irritably and scan around the room. From this angle, you realize there is a seating area above the floor. It trails around the room with a number of plush purple comforters at different points, tables situated between them. You growl, realizing this is Kyungsoo’s likely location.

Your attention is drawn back to the boys for a moment as the audience’s approval rears up once again in thunderous applause. You cringe slightly, and then realize it is because the floor beneath them has opened up and is now sprouting water, soaking their clothes.

And yes, you’re angry, very much so, but, well you know how to appreciate a nice view, alright? You’re so lost in the fluidity of the dance for a moment, the stark contrast of the boy’s physiques and their opposing blonde and black hair that you fail to realize everyone around you has moved back, and that you are a definite two paces in front of the crowd with water sloshing at your ankles, impatient shouts ringing at your ears.

Cursing at your own mindless ogling, you try to take advantage of the situation and glance up to see if you can better see Kyungsoo. However, as your eyes drift upwards, they connect with the blonde boy in front of you. His movements have paused, realizing your stance, and he seems to be assessing you, almost. His hair, wet and tousled, bats impatiently around his forehead, only lightly obscuring his dark eyes. The water drips untroubled down the long bridge of his nose and puckering over his full lips, before leading a dangerous path towards his lean and open chest. His attire, you note, leads very little to imagine, with his white shirt soaked through and ripped open, and his dark jeans equally distressed, clinging tight to his skin.

You snap out of your undignified gawking and clear your throat awkwardly, realizing he is smirking at you.

You’ve never been very good at holding the gaze of people so attractive they make your eyes hurt, so you look down immediately, blushing darkly. You hurry to stumble back into the safety of the crowd, but just as you begin to move, so does he. Suddenly, he seems to barrel towards you, as in, literally right towards you so that he is practically running at the crowd. Your eyes widen in considerable shock and you’re hurrying to distance yourself when he leaps into the air, twisting his limbs in a stance that frankly seems both unnatural and dangerous when-

He lands at your feet, on his knees, with his head hanging in front of you. The crowd roars their approval and, running his hands through his hair, he turns to look up at you, grinning this time. His boldness shocks you, though you can’t deny how attractive the sudden confidence is. You’re on the verge of grinning back when your eyes flick south again and realize the red ink on his shirt. Your eyes darken as you take it in, recognizing the same mark on Kyungsoo’s jacket at home. You know exactly what type of mark that is.

Of course. A man lands literally on his knees in front of you and he too, is involved in the mafia. What a blessed, blessed day.

Your interest evaporates instantly and you sigh audibly as he stands, especially when you realize his frame dwarfs your own. He blinks down at you, body still very, very close to your own and quirks an eyebrow at your admittedly not very club like attire.

“Enjoy the show?” He asks, eyes crinkled in a half smile as he leans down slightly.

You match his eyebrow quirk with your own and reaching your hand up, flick some of the water from his performance at his face.

“I’ve seen better.”

Over his shoulder you finally catch a glimpse of your traitorous brother, laughing loudly in a booth with a red haired man in front of him. Your earlier feelings of anger are quickly recalled at the sight, and glowering at the image, you shoulder roughly past the still-smirking man in front of you and slosh loudly through the water stage. You catch the grin of his dark haired partner as you do so, but make no effort to return such niceties – you are much, much too angry for that.

You land in front of your brother will a dull thud, water dripping from your jeans. He and the men around him turn to look at you in interest, but this quickly turns into panic as Kyungsoo realizes who it is standing, glowering in front of him.


“What the actual fuck Kyungsoo?”

He stumbles around to exit the booth and the members around him seem shocked at your tone. If you were perhaps calmer, more in control of your rational sense, you would perhaps note that these people around him are the infamous exo gang and have absolutely no clue as to who or what you are, or what you are doing.

“Y/n, calm down-“

“Don’t you dare!” You growl, snatching away from him as he attempts to placate your flailing limbs. In the process, your hand reaches up and strikes against his cheek, and though the men behind him make small sounds of outcry, he only stares at you.  

“You promised me, you promised-“ Your voice continues to raise as your hysteria does, and now not only him, but the men around him reach forward to steady you.

“Little sister, you’re making a scene.” He mutters quietly, latching onto your wrist, a slight red blossoming on his cheek.

Little sister? D.O, what’s going on?” From behind him a tall man asks, taking you in quietly. You glare at him in response, and his gaze hardens.

D.O? D.O? Is that what they call you here?” You hiss. “Is this who you are, D.O?” You question sarcastically and his grip on your wrist tightens.

He leans toward you darkly, ignoring the questioning shouts of the men behind him.

“This is not a place for you, y/n. Go. Home.” He punctuates his last two words harshly, though you see the quick scan he does behind you and realize faintly, that a small crowd has gathered to spectate. Still, unwilling to back down, your matching dark eyes challenge his.

“Go with me.”

You realize that you have laid out a very clear and obvious choice in front of him, and so does he. His eyes widen slightly at what you appear to be asking of him, but you refuse to submit to the hurt that blossoms there. He watches you for a few moments longer before sighing angrily and releasing your wrist so abruptly that it seems to fling across the small space between you. He backs away from you and stands in front of the men in front of him, closer to them than he is to you.

“Who’s the girl, D.O?” Someone asks from behind you and turning slightly, you realize a much larger crowd has gathered than you originally expected. You turn back to your brother, your palms clenched tightly together. He’s turned his back on you, leaning close to the tall man from earlier, who continues to stare at you tensely.

“She’s nothing.” Kyungsoo replies simply and, looking out across the crowd, smiles sardonically, rolling his eyes.

“As if I would associate with the likes of her.”

The crowd titters in cruel excitement behind you and hot, angry tears spring to your eyes. You scoff in disbelief and wonder how the situation escalated from bad, to worse.

He looks back at you once more and there’s a regretful understanding in his eyes, an almost tug in his limbs that make it seem as though he wants to approach you, but confirmed with a certainty that he won’t.

Overwhelmed with hurt, you turn on him and weave through the crowd who, having just witnessed your utter humiliation seem willing to leave room for your escape. This, small mercy you suppose you can appreciate.

Bursting out the doors of the club, you let out a sudden, feral scream. The hinges of the doors trickle shut behind you, but you ignore it, squatting to your knees and taking your head in your palms, willing the tears to stop.

You can’t believe Kyungsoo would willingly treat you this way. For a long time you’d regarded your brother as the one person in the world you felt you could rely wholly upon, who you were sure would never break or abuse your trust the way he had only moments ago. Your anger, while still present, is overwhelmed by the hurt of your brother’s disloyalty and your own humiliation at his hands.

Your inner monologue is interrupted as the doors once again swing open behind you. Initially, you take no interest in the likely drunk trespasser, expecting them to perhaps vomit in the muddy patch across from you before then stumbling back inside. Instead, slow, careful steps click against the pavement next to you and, spreading your fingers slightly, you realize a group of 3 men or so have come to gather around you.

You stop crying, and raise your head slightly. One directly ahead of you, one at each side. Your breath comes in quick, sudden gasps but you figure this is probably a good thing. They will not expect much of a girl who looks afraid.

(Though, you figure it’s probably important to note that you are very, very afraid anyway.)

A man with a dark suit, dark hair and darker eyes grins sardonically down at you. A cigarette dangles precariously from his lips and after a moment, he draws in a breath that seems almost laborious and crushes it under the heel of his shoe. He makes the sudden twist of his foot seem intimidating, and though he seems keen to maintain a supposed easy going stance, every inch of him stands firm and calculating.

After a moment’s pause, he squats down in front of you and pulls your hands away from your face, keeping them still in his palms. His hands are cold.

“And who might you be?” His words are smooth and clear, ringing out across the suddenly empty street.

Fighting hard to maintain a facade that doesn’t show how intimidated you have become, you raise your head higher, looking him dead in the eye.

“No one to you.” Your response is casual, cool, the opposite of what you feel in the moment.

He hums, the pressure on your wrists increasing slightly.

“No one to D.O either, apparently.”

You lose your composure for half a second, anger slipping through your eyes and he clicks his tongue, smiling.

“Ah, so sorry. Too soon?” His head tilts to side, mocking arrogance dripping from his every feature – the twist of his lips, the slight crinkle of his crescent eyes. Your fear is evident, but quickly overwhelmed by the irritation this man’s presence inspires.

“Is there a point to you speaking, or is it just that no one else wants to listen?”

The men to the side of you let out little chuckles, and he himself seems delighted by your notable indignation.

“Awfully brave thing to say of a girl who’s hands won’t stop shaking.” He holds up your trembling fingers as though to prove his point, loosely combining them with his for a second.

“It’s because I don’t find you attractive. I tend to get uncomfortable when ugly men insist of touching me.”

The men next to you really are laughing now, and though the man in front of you smiles still, he squeezes his fingers into your own harshly, so much so that you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from yelping in pain.

“But you didn’t mind when Kyungsoo touched you, did you? I bet you were loving it, his hands on you.” You attempt to back up slightly, disgusted by what he appears to be suggesting, but he doesn’t let you, snatching your body closer to his.

“That’s what you are isn’t it? I saw you on the floor too, standing closer so that little brat would come grind on you or some shit. I gotta say, you’re not very subtle about what you do, or what you are. But hey,” He pauses, reaching his hand to roughly tug your chin up to meet his, before letting his eyes travel slowly, leeching over your every curve and dip. He flicks his eyes up once more, settling on the disgust that screams in yours.

“I’m certainly not complaining. I respect a girl who knows exactly what she is – a dirty, little who-“

He doesn’t get to finish his monologue because, having heard enough of just exactly what he perceives you to be, you lurch forward bite harshly into the soft skin of his cheek. He yells in pain but you grind your teeth until you feel the blood spurt up in between them. He slams his palms against your face and the two men at your side rear you up and away from him. Breathing heavily, you spit out the blood in your mouth onto the street.

“Bitch.” He hisses, pressing his fingers to the blood trailing down the side of his face.

You hum in agreement and lean forward in your captors grip slightly. “And one that would never fuck you.”

His smiles and laughs are gone now. He takes two steps toward you before pushing open his jacket slightly to reveal a glint of metal against his hip.

“Maybe I ought to teach you a little les-“

The doors behind you slam open as Kyungsoo launches himself at one of the men holding up your arms. Beside you, the tall man from earlier does the same. And then, all at once the men you had seen sitting in the club seem to trickle out on the street beside you, taking up equally defensive positions.

Your arms now free, Kyungsoo takes a moment to look up from his attacker and shift his head frantically down the side of the street.

“Y/n, go!

You nod back quickly, but, turning back to the bleeding man in front of you as he faces off with the red haired man you’d seen your brother laughing with earlier, you can’t resist pulling the pepper spray Kyungsoo had insisted you carry from your pocket, and unloading the contents of it on his face. He shouts in pain as it sprays into his eyes and, satisfied, you drop the empty can and sprint off down the street.

“Dick!” And really, as you shout it, you’re unsure who it is you’re shouting it at.

As it turns out, you are even less athletic than you previously thought, and that was already pretty bad. So you’re not running for long when you slip into a small, decrepit alleyway and lean down in an attempt to catch your breath.

Your hand is spread over your stomach and your hair bats impatiently around your eyes when you jump at the intrusion of a rich voice ahead of you.

“Is this how you usually spend your Friday nights?”

You turn your head slightly and notice him, still damp from his performance as he leans against a wall and takes you in.

“Well, this is more of a Saturday night thing but, well I’ve had a rough week.”

The corners of his lips tug in a half moon smile and he takes a few more, easy steps toward you. You lift up your palm suddenly in an attempt to maintain a barricade.

“Listen, I’ve really had my fill of all and any of the male species tonight, so if you’re planning on intimidating me, d’you think we could, you know, move it to tomorrow night or something?” You huff and he’s really smiling now, eyes crinkling.

“But don’t you already have Saturday plans?” He asks, his head tilting to the side.

Despite yourself, despite the overall shitty nature of today and despite that little red inking on his shirt, you feel the laughter bubble in your chest.

It expands until you’re heaving through the chuckles, ignoring the tears that stream down your cheeks. You sigh, leaning back on your heels and sliding against the wall until you’re sitting, legs propped out in front of you. You hear him as he walks towards you and, as he comes closer, you loll your head to the side to look up at him. He blinks down at you, smiling gently, before he sighs loudly and slumps down next to you.

He nudges his knee against yours slightly and though you know you should probably attempt to create some space between you, remind yourself that not only is he a stranger, he is the worst kind of stranger, you can’t seem to muster the energy to pull away.

“What happened?” You sigh, drawing up your knees to rest your head on them.

“What didn’t?”

You lapse into a comfortable silence for a moment before he mimics your position, resting his head so that you both blink at one another, each taking the other in.

“I have a serious question.”

You steel yourself, nodding.

“Why’d you flick water in my face?”

You snort.

“Maybe I was displeased with your performance.”

“No, that’s not it.” His eyes twinkle with a childish mischief. “I saw you looking.”

You scoff, raising your head. “Looking at what?”

He raises his eyebrows, again repeating your motions. He gestures down to himself, over his still open shirt and dark jeans. “All. Of. This.”

You roll your eyes, but your grin does not falter.

“I was looking at the other one.”


“Yeah, that.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

You pause, feigning shock.

“You don’t know. I could be a terrible truth teller.”

“That’s not a thing.”

“100% a thing.”

“Doesn’t sound like a thing.”

“It’s a thing!”

His grin widens and he tilts his head further, regarding your now ruffled exterior. After a moment’s pause, he sticks out his hand towards you.


You hesitate, eyes flickering between his hand and loopy red handwriting barely visible in the light of the dumpster. After an awkward pause, you figure your night can’t really get much worse than it already has and well, he did make you laugh. You slip your hand into his gently, noticing that it is surprisingly warm and immediately worrying that your palms are sweaty.

“Y/n.” You respond, sighing.

Dropping your hand, he leans his head back against the wall again, closing his eyes briefly. You study him as he does so, your eyes canvassing along the general slump of his arms as they rest against his knees, the slack in his strong jaw.

“You look tired.” You observe meekly, and his eyes flicker open, familiar smile finding his lips once more.

“I am exhausted.” He grunts slightly, twisting his body to face you.

“You uh, I mean, you don’t have to stay here with me, if you’re tired.” You stumble over your words, suddenly embarrassed. “Actually, why are you here?” You enquire, gesturing around the dimly lit alleyway.

He shrugs, and his eyes cloud over for a second.

“My friends got in a fight.” He mutters. You regard him quietly, with not a small ounce of curiosity.

“You’re not gonna fight with them?” You enquire, and if on cue, his phone buzzes loudly in his pocket. He barley glances over at it before, reaching into his jacket, he flings it across the space and it lands with a dull smack against the wall, crumbling on the cracked pavement. You do not flinch.

Turning to look at you, his gaze seems much more intense, much more sudden than his previous teasing looks. You think that you should probably look away, that this interaction has become much more serious than either of you intended for it to be but, always curious, you do not.

“I’m tired of fighting with them.” He mumbles, almost meekly, as though he is ashamed of what he is saying.

“Do they know that?” You approach carefully and when his gaze finds yours, it is light again, infused with teasing.

“They would, but unfortunately I’m a terrible truth teller.”

You snigger slightly and he responds as such, blinking at you still.

You exhale loudly, eyes wondering over the starless night above you.

“My brother hurt my feelings.”

You grunt the words out forcefully, tasting them like bile in the back of your throat. He responds gently, carefully as you had done only moments ago.

“What happened?” He tries again, and you blink the tears out of your eyes, your breath catching slightly.

“I just-“ You break away, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. “It’s just been a shitty night.”

You feel his eyes on you as you struggle to regain your composure, and furiously blink away the tears that so desperately want to fall.  You hear the slight shift as movement as slowly, he leans closer to you. When you don’t pull away, he continues to shift, until his head rests carefully on your shoulder.

The gesture is a little strange and made awkward by how much taller he is than you. He has to shift quite far down the wall for his head to reach your shoulder, so he is practically lying beside you. He doesn’t seem to quite know how the rest of his body should face, because his long limbs hang nervously by his sides, as though you will jump away at any moment.

Despite this, and all the circumstances around the uneasy embrace, you appreciate it, and the hesitant warmth that scatters from his body to yours. You smile gently and rest your head against his, wanting somewhat to place your hand over his, but worrying that this will perhaps be too much. So instead, you inch your pinkie finger towards his, until they brush gently against the other. For a while, you both sit like this, leeching onto the other in the bristling of the slight spring chill and each enjoying the comfort of one another’s company.

“Thank you.” You murmur, and though he doesn’t respond, he turns your hand over slightly so that he is tracing small, nonsensical patterns on your palm, humming quietly as he does so.

You spend a while there with each other, until eventually the dark night gets darker, and the chill around you becomes too insistently bitter to ignore. You raise your head slightly and his movements on your hand cease. He raises his head to look up at you earnestly and in that moment, in that one, gullible moment, you make a decision.

“You wanna go get a drink?” You blurt out suddenly and he lifts his head from your shoulder, surprised.

“A… drink?” He draws out and you nod, perhaps a little too furiously, in an attempt to dispel some of your nervousness.  It doesn’t work and a slow, easy grin slips onto his lips.

“I mean – I’m just- not that you have to or anything like that – I just thought maybe you would uh- right, yeah, so I’m just gonna leave now.“ You stand up, your cheeks flaming as you stumble over your words. A drink? Really? Why not just scream that you want to do him right here in this alleyway? You groan internally, and his playful laughter bubbles up beneath you.

You go to walk away and quickly you realize he is lumbering beside you.

“So, where we going?” He asks. You turn to him, surprised, and slow your scurrying pace to a standstill in front of him.

“Uh- what?”

“You know, to drink?” He teases, mimicking drinking from a glass. You scoff slightly, surprised, and pleasantly so.

“Uh well-“

“Have you ever noticed people seem to make really rash, dumb choices when they’re drunk?” He interrupts, eyes skimming briefly over yours.

With a surge of confidence, you gnaw on your lip slightly, and follow his dark eyes with your own brazenly.  

“Oh, I’m counting on it.”

Things progress very quickly after that. As it is, it turns out you and Sehun do not require many drinks at all to make thoughtless, impulsive choices, and you’re barely tipsy as you stumble through the door of his apartment, his lips connected to yours.

It’s a decision you know you’ll regret in the morning, a very, very silly decision that neither of you should be making. Still, as his long fingers press gently against your ribcage, his leg pushing between the two of yours, it’s not one you can seem to pull yourself away from.

His movements are tender as he touches you, careful in a way that drives you to the brink of insanity as you just want more and more of him. He presses you against a wall, arms caging either side of you as his mouth works languidly against yours, peppering your lips with gentle kisses until your mouth slips open against his and his tongue slips against yours. You groan slightly, and you reach out your hands to brush over his cheeks, before smoothing down the sharp angles of his body until you reach his waist, at which you pull him flush against you.

He chuckles slightly, as the movement nudges his mouth away from yours so that he instead breaths hotly on your neck. You both take a moment to breathe, before he reaches down and tugs meekly on your thighs. You twine your calves easily around his waist as his lean fingers spread across your legs, moving his right hand up to your neck to brush away loose strands of hair and the collar of your shirt, sucking lightly on the skin there. You bite back a moan and your back curls against the wall, pushing your breasts against him.  He lets out a ragged breath and pulls away from you suddenly.

“We can still… stop if you want.” He hums slightly, hands suddenly hesitant against your thighs. You frame his face with your hands and press your lips firmly against his, much harsher than he had done. He grunts slightly in surprise and fists his hand in your hair as he returns the kiss with just as much fervour. You take the chance to stretch your arms out slightly behind you, peeling away your tartan shirt and letting it drop to the floor, leaving you in a loose tank top. You pull away, and skirt a thumb over his swelled bottom lip, before pressing insistent kisses against his jaw.

“I don’t… wanna stop.” You mumble and you think you hear him curse slightly under his breath. He tilts your chin up and reclaims your mouth, pressing against the sliver of skin exposed where your tank top has ridden up.

He readjusts his grip and pushes away from the wall. Surprised at the action, you press your head into the space between his shoulder and neck and, as he walks, push at the jacket on his shoulders. It slips from him easily and you lean back up to kiss him again, your hands resting at the nape of his neck.

You’re unaware you’ve reached a bedroom until he settles beneath you, bringing you down so that you’re sitting on top of him. You shift slightly so that your legs are on either side of him, and press against his crotch. He pulls away from you, moaning out your name quietly and you smirk, pleased at your apparently significant effect on him. You tilt your head down to nip at his neck before reaching down to pull on the ruffled white shirt he wears, pushing it over his head. It lands with a wet thump against the floor and as you turn to laugh slightly, Sehun takes the opportunity to flip you over, so that he hovers, shirtless above you. You press your hands against his back and his own palm flattens against your stomach. Instead of removing your flimsy top, his fingers crawl beneath it, reaching up over your stomach and fluttering over your ribcage before falling on top of your bra.

You grunt and flop beneath him, throwing your fist against the bed sheet.

“Don’t tease.” You huff and he chuckles at your frustration, before helping you remove the top. He pushes you further against the bed and crawls over you, until your head rests carefully on the navy blue pillow and he marvels down at you, smiling gently.

“Are you sure?” He whispers against your collarbone and you almost whine at him to hurry up already. He seems to sense your exasperation though, because he makes quick work of removing his own jeans before then pulling off yours, kissing along your legs as he does so. When he pulls down your underwear, his fingers press into you slowly, and he appears about to add his mouth too when you shake your head, pulling his face up to yours.

“Later.” You gasp and he nods, settling over you once more, fingers curling inside you. Again you slam your fist against the bed sheets and let out a loud groan, roughly pulling his head down against your own. He removes his fingers and you shudder at the loss of contact, but then his hands are slipping underneath you to unclasp your bra (and really, you have to take a moment to appreciate how quickly he does remove it, because you’ve been wearing one for years and it still takes you some time in the morning). Immediately his hand is on your chest, rubbing slowly against your breast. You throw your head back against the pillows but it smacks against the headboard instead, and you groan at the sharp gasp of pain.

Sehun stills, gasping before moving his hand to cradle the back of your head gently, lust quickly overcome with concern.

“Ah, y/n, are you alright?” He whispers and you wince slightly, but nod. You stare at him for a moment, his knuckles running softly against the back of your head. The concern in his face surprises you, but makes you feel good in a way you cannot explain. You skim your hand over his jaw and his gaze is drawn back to yours, wherein he blinks down at you with a firm sense of tenderness. You smile, and lean up to press a chaste kiss against his lips, hand still smoothing down his jaw. When you pull away, his eyes are soft, face settled in a small grin as he runs his hand through your hair.

“Do it now.” You whisper, wracked by a sudden eagerness to have him thrusting into you. He nods slightly, and leans down to kiss you again, before reaching into a draw and rolling a condom onto himself. You place your head back on the pillows as he braces above you. After a moment, he pushes into you, and you emit a high pitched gasp, your walls settling around him. He waits a moment too long to move, and you have to kick his shin slightly to signal that you’re ready. He huffs out a laugh and slowly begins to press into you, hands fisted in the sheets next to your head as he builds up a steady rhythm. Of all the boys you’d ever had sex with (which, admittedly, was really not that many) you’d always been pretty quiet in bed– sure, it’d felt good when they’d moved inside you, but it hadn’t exactly been earth shattering. But Sehun. The way he thrusts into you is, frankly, ridiculous. With every smooth roll of his hips he seems to find a different sweet spot and when you’re a moaning mess beneath him, he adds two fingers. You yelp, body twisting unnaturally beneath him, but he just keeps going, a thin layer of sweat forming on his chest. You lean up, trying to match his rhythm and he kisses you roughly, lips slanting over yours, your moans meeting in a mismatched choir.

It’s not long before the familiar pleasure begins to build, and by his sudden alternating change in pace you sense he’s close too. His hand gropes your chest and he leans down, taking your nipple in his mouth and just like that, you’re a goner. You’re on the verge of a scream as you come around him and he all about collapses on top of you, thrusting out his own orgasm. Your hands link as you both ride out your highs, Sehun sucking on your chest.

Spent, he pulls out of you slowly and tosses the condom into a bin beside him, his body flopping down next to yours. You throw your arm over your eyes, trying to calm your ragged breath as he does the same.

Silence settles around the two of you, panting, sweaty and naked in his dark sheets. Embarrassed, you wonder if, now that you’re finished, he expects you to leave. You shift away from him slightly, moving to the edge of the bed when he rolls over to his side and gets out the bed. You rush to do the same, shuffling awkwardly on the wooden floors.

You watch his figure retreat to a small wooden closet in the corner of the room and bite your lip, shifting your hands to cover your exposed breasts.

“Uh, should I-“ You begin, but are halted as, after having pulled on a set of loose tracksuit bottoms, he begins toward you, a shirt in his grasp. You raise your eyebrows questioningly, but he just gestures for you to hold your arms to the side. You do so, a little reluctantly, and he pulls the shirt onto your shoulders, humming.

He kneels to do up the buttons and as he finishes, pulls you toward him to place a soft kiss on your clothed stomach. Unsure of how to react, your hands simply hover above his tousled blonde hair.

He stands once more and intertwines his hand with yours, pulling you back toward the still–warm bed. He pushes you onto the sheets gently before then following suit. You turn on your side and he carefully places his hand on your waist, shifting a little closer.

“Is this… is this okay?” He mumbles and turning your head to face him, you nod slightly. Reassured, he smiles and moves closer, arms pressing more firmly around you.

“Don’t go.” He says and you face him once more, tilting your head in confusion. “In the morning, don’t go.” He elaborates and you smile softly. Instead of answering, you lean forward to press a tender kiss on his lips, and then his cheek. His eyes closed, he lets out a small contented sigh and you turn back around, closing your eyes.

He presses a soft kiss onto your head and, choosing not to think of what will happen in the morning, you clear your mind, and drift into a tranquil sleep.

 ((pls forgive any spelling/grammar errors as it is 1am and I cannot find the energy to check this. Also, I am a holy untouched virgin so idk how accurate the smut is but???? enjoy??? if you’d like a part 2, lemme know!))

Nothing But Trouble

Brief Summary; You cannot spell trouble without you James and Sirius and the whole school knows it. Will you get away with you newest prank or will you lose points for Gryffindor? 

Words; 1435

Warnings; Teasing and slight mentions of bullying(dont bully it’s not cool no matter who you are!)

Pairing; None, just a group of friends.

James Potter;

Originally posted by chasingxprongs

Sirius Black;

Originally posted by imaginesforcharacters

Remus Lupin;

Originally posted by nellaey

Peter Pettigrew;

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

It was just supposed to be another ordinary Saturday. You were sitting in the common room trying to catch up on your DADA homework when Sirius and James run in roaring their heads off. You glance up and raise your eyebrow at your fellow Gryffindors. They don’t even explain as they sit on either side of you squishing you in the middle.

“What did you two do now?” You giggle closing your textbook and looking from James to Sirius. Neither of them spoke a word before Remus and Pete walked in all wide-eyed.

“Someone put a Cantis curse on a Slytherin. Professor Slughorn isn’t happy about it.” Remus murmured before glaring to James and Sirius.

“Just wait till you see what we have planned for dinner!” Sirius almost screeched as he hopped up pulling you from the couch laughing softly.

“Planning on a little musical, boys?” You kidded before James leaped up as well and smirked.

“Those Slytherin’s always look so mean. Might as well give them a song to sing and be happy!” James laughed before swinging his arm around your shoulder. You looked over to Remus and Peter who didn’t look too pleased.

“Oh, cmon boys. It will be fun. Might as well get Ravenclaw as well! They have been really stuck up recently!” You supported before James and Sirius did too. It was many times that the boys didn’t find trouble without you.

“Wings, I knew you’d see it our way.” Sirius laughed and patted your shoulder. He loved referring to you as your marauder’s nickname. Your Patronus was an eagle and it was like the best thing to Sirius who always wanted to play with his tiny bird friend.

“Whatever you say Padfoot.” You mocked back before throwing your textbook onto the couch. “Shall we attend dinner than boys?”

With that all 5 of you were off, Remus was just going along to enjoy the show no doubt. At least this time it didn’t hurt anyone. Peter was just eager to be able to attempt to do the spell. You all entered the Great Hall like any other day, now pulling this off without getting caught required a little distraction.

Sirius said he could handle that, little did you all know what he had in mind.

Dinner started the normal way, nothing really unique until Sirius flew in on his broom next to naked screaming at the top of his lungs.

“So much for not getting caught.” You smiled to James before the 3 of you, Remus stayed seated, started shooting out Cantis spells at every Slytherin and Ravenclaw in the great hall. McGonagall and Dumbledore were trying to get Sirius to stop before they heard the two tables break out in song. Disney songs at that. Being a muggle-born did have some fun.

All the pure blooded Hufflepuff and Gryffindor watched and laughed as their fellow houses sing silly songs which only muggle born and half-bloods knew.

It was fun none the less and with the teachers now distracted by the singing students, Sirius got away to redress. But it went terribly wrong when James shot the Cantis spell at McGonagall. Every Gryffindor froze as they watched the head of their house break out in song.

Laughter then erupted again and you looked at James before grabbing Peter and Remus running out of the dinner hall as students started dancing and singing on tables.

It was quite a show. Once back in your common rooms you all laughed and collapsed on the various couches and chairs.

“I cannot believe you hit McGonagall!” You almost shouted with laughter as you held your stomach. A poorly redressed Sirius went wide-eyed before roaring with laughter as well. Remus looked at his friend and couldn’t suppress a light chuckle. It had been pretty funny after all. Peter laughed whole heartedly and James pulled you close into a laughing hug so you two could die of laughter together.

This had to be the best prank of your lives, that was until McGonagall was standing in front of all of you scowling. James was the first to notice and elbowed you before you kicked Sirius who glared at you before looking to the head of Gryffindor. Remus and Peter followed and seemed to sink into their chairs trying to hide.

James put on a brave face while you tried to fix your appearance knowing this was going to end badly.

“10 points from all of you for turning the Great Hall into a  foolish flamboyance hodgepodge.” She nearly growled before starring at you, James and Sirius. “As far for you three. For no uncertainty influencing this mayhem. Detention for this following week. Every evening at 8.” And with that, she was leaving.

You and James let out a soft sigh you didn’t know you were holding in as she turned around in the doorway. “Oh. And by the way. 50 points to Gryffindor for the enormously entertaining evening.” She smiled proudly at her students before leaving.

Sirius sprung up and basically cheered as he pulled you up and started to dance around the room like an idiot. “I KNEW SHE COULDN’T STAY MAD AT US.”

You just giggled and pulled him into a hug. “You are by far the worst at distractions. We need to work on that.”

“It worked didn’t it Wings? Unless you were too distracted of course.” He wiggled his eyebrows before you shoved him so he fell on the couch.

“You wish Sirius.” You huffed crossing your arms with a grin as James stood up.

“She’s right Sirius why would she want you when she could have Lucius.” He teased before pretending to swoon. “Oh, Lucius tell me again how pretty I am. Tell me how pretty I make you feel. Tell me how we will rule the school. Put your snake tongue down my throat!” James practically moaned acting like a teenage hormonal girl.

Your cheeks went hot pink before shoving him. “Hey! Piss off! I’ve only even talked to him once!” You pouted slightly before glaring at your friends. You knew it was all fun and games until Peter stood up to join in.

“Her crush isn’t even Lucius! It’s Snivellus!” Peter shouted before you turned around and glowered at him as he sunk back down to hide behind the chair Remus was seated in.

“Y/n? Liking Snivellus! You’re out of your mind Peter!” Sirius shouted before laughing. “As much as we mess with him? I don’t think any girl would want that greasy haired monstrous nincompoop.”

You rolled your eyes at Sirius. At a lot of the time, you didn’t let the boys pick on one student. A lot of the teasing of Severus had stopped when you befriended the boys. But you couldn’t show weakness.

“Who says I even like a Slytherin? Maybe it’s a Gryffindor.” You taunted, caressing Remus’ scarred cheek before winking and leaving the common room.

Everyone went wide eyed, and a blush spread on Remus’s cheeks as everyone stared at him. “HOW THE HELL DOES SHE FANCY MOONY AND NOT ME?” You overheard Sirius scream before giggling before popping your head back in the room.

“Anyone up for some Quidditch practices? I feel like beating the shit out of all of you.” You harassed before winking.

“Oh. You’re not gonna be able too if I knock you off your broom first!” James laughed before rushing out of the room to go get his Quidditch gear first.

“Last one there has to bath Professor Slughorn!” You yelled before chasing down the hall after James. The three boys looked at each other before sprinting out of the common room to try and caught up with you and James.

You loved your boys and they loved you. However, you couldn’t help but glare at James and Sirius come Monday at 8 pm. When the three of you were scrubbing the floors in the dungeon for several hours.

“Hey. I got this idea. What if we made all the 7th years shrink.” James whispered to you as you both scrubbed the floors.

“Haven’t we got in enough trouble?” you teased before glancing towards where McGonagall was reading. “What if we did it to all the teachers too?” You grinned devilishly.

“I like the way you think Wings.” James smiled as you all scrubbed the floors with happy smiles. Oh, you were fine with detention for the rest of the year with these beautiful pranks.

Raising Kyuuta

A/N: I just NEEEEED to write a tickle fic with these two because omg so adorable and Ren/Kyuuta is such a grumpy little kid/teen haha. Doing this for my own fun, I haven’t seen the movie [Bakemono no Ko] around the community so no one might read or understand this but thats okay. I JUST WANTED TO.

Summary: Kumatetsu finds difficulties in raising the young human kid until he discovers a certain thing that makes him go weak with laughter. Now that is a unique way of taming his disciple! [platonic family tickles duhhhh]

Word Count: 1348

[9 years]

“Stop calling me fucking Kyuuta!”

“I am eating plenty, don’t tell me what to do!”

“Damn it let me sleep longer!”

Kumatetsu’s entire face twitched when he sat at the kitchen table after his first few tiring days dealing with his new disciple Kyuuta. It was one hell of a business. For a nine year old he sure had an attitude. Were all humans like this? 

The kid wouldn’t even tell him his name. He wouldn’t wake up at the supposed time, refused to react to the name Kyuuta so far despite not telling his real name, and he refused to train with him when he was ‘too tired’, a.k.a. a lazy litle shit. 

And now, after a few days more…

“Kyuuta. When was the last time you took a bath?” Kyuuta who was just busy forcing some rice with raw eggs down his throat tensed up and looked at him, his ears getting a bright red color.

“Yesterday,” he said. The dirt had literally become one with his skin and his hair looked awfully gross.

“Liar. Take a bath after dinner,” Kumatetsu ordered.


“Take a damn bath!”

“NO!” The rebellious little boy stood and banged the kitchen table, and Kumatetsu followed and their little chasing routine started again. He was so done with him. So done! 

“HA! You can’t get me!” Kyuuta roared, running around the house and around the table with a roaring Kumatetsu after him. Kumatetsu was close after him though, but when Kyuuta made another round around the table his furious master suddenly spun on his heels and changed directions.

And then and there for the first time, he won their chasing game and caught him; Kyuuta was too late to drop his speed and he ran straight into his arms.

“Gotcha!” Kumatetsu said, and he started to peel at the boy’s clothes.

“Now take these off and clean yoursefl!” His fingers were digging into the struggling body to get a grip on his shirt, and that was when Kyuuta snorted loudly and let out a cute mewling sound.

“Lehet go!” he giggled, his arms flailing and legs kicking, but there was a smile on his face. Was he looking forward to a bath after all?

“Having fun now?” Kumatetsu asked obliviously, and he continued to bring the shirt up over his head. Kyuuta jerked heavily and barked out a high pitched squealing laugh.

“AHA don’t touch me!” he yelled, and Kumatetsu dropped his shirt back down again and cocked his head. Humans were so weird. Kyuuta was being angry, but he was laughing as well.

“You are a weird kid,” he said, poking his tiny tummy, and this made Kyuuta squeak and pull back desperately to avoid his touch.

“Don’t touch me! That tickles hahaha!” he squeaked, and that’s when Kumatetsu’s face brightened.

“Ah that’s right? Humans are teeckles right?” he said happily, and he experimentally poked Kyuuta’s tummy again.

Ticklish you stupid ass-hahahaha no wait!” Kumatetsu now wiggled his fingers over his disciple’s torso, seeking out whatever touch and where would make him react the best.

“This is the first time I hear you laughing son,” Kumatetsu commented through Kyuuta’s hysterical laughter, and he lifted him easily, placed him on the kitchen table and clawed at his sides with both hands.

“I’M NOT YOUR SOHOHOHN!” Woah. The half emptied plates with rice and raw eggs got knocked over and fell with clattering noises onto the floor because of Kyuuta’s flailing arms and legs, but Kumatetsu didn’t mind now. He was rather fascinated by the ability to make the grumpy little kid laugh like this.

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Mr. Grady - Part Two

Pairing: Owen x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1655

Author’s Note: My babe, @mf-despair-queen wanted a part two and called me cruel so I have made one! It’s super adorable and thanks to the lovely @lovelydob for proofreading this for me! Enjoy :)

Originally posted by random-fandom-imagines98

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CASUAL | part one

“After spending the night with the university’s basketball superstar and biggest supporter of one-night stands, Kim Taehyung, you find yourself falling for him. Sadly, he doesn’t feel the same.”

Words: 3, 165

- angst, smut (next part)

Originally posted by kths

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Little Loopy

Summary : The reader attempts to attack a drunk Jim. The results are … unexpected.

Pairing : Spock x reader

POV:  Third person

Word count : 1233 

Beta read by the adorable @kaitymccoy123, who writes some of the best Spock fics in the galaxy <3

A/n : This is meant for Kaity’s Spring Has Sprung Challenge! I was given the color White and the quote  “I swear if you weren’t so attractive, I’d have punched you in the face nine times by now.”

Originally posted by lucystillintheskywithdiamonds

It  was average end to a day on the USS Enterprise. Everyone was tired and exhausted from the day’s mission, people were being patched up at Medbay, Jim was crying over his beloved ship and engineering was having a field day.

“She did so well today” Jim whimpered, sipping his glass of scotch with Scotty at his side.

“Aye, I know lad. She’s a real star” Scotty nodded filling a glass for himself.

This annoyed Y/n, his second in command who was this close to fainting from exhaustion. This happened every time the Enterprise got beaten up. Jim cried, Scotty listened and then they both fell asleep while singing old Terran songs.

And she was left to manage the engineers and revive the Enterprise’s engines so that they were ready to go for the next adventure.

It was time to put her foot down, y/n decided. Enough with this madness.

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Sami Zayn - Unfair.

Sami Zayn - Prompt #11: “You love me.”

- Warnings - Swearing.

Word count - 892 words.

Requested by: Anon.

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe


It was safe to say it would never be easy constantly traveling with your boyfriend of 4 months to every state possible in the space of a week but I guess that’s how your relationship really started to blossom. After a month of dating your were completely certain you knew almost everything about him; his dress sense, his taste of music, even the type of shampoo he fusses over because it ‘silks his beard’. Now 4 months later… boy were you wrong. You now knew every single little habit he had, one of which is what lead you to be further known as the ‘fun-loving couple of the RAW brand.’

Sami had this thing where he could be very secretive- It doesn’t help that you’re oblivious to anything and everything but still, he could always manage to catch anyone out…

“How you feeling about your match later?” You sat on a cold plastic seat in an empty arena, Sasha sat beside you. You would’ve thought being Summerslam it was bound to be slightly warm at least- Nope it was polar-opposite. The iced winds brushing against your skin instantaneously caused goosebumps to rise on your arms, all keeping you warm was a thin, woolen jumper. “Nia’s a tough beat you know?” Sasha questioned you. As if you didn’t already know the answer to that- she dismantles people left, right and center everytime she steps one foot into that ring.

“Gonna give it my best shot. I mean Nia’s gonna be tough but I’m pretty sure I could easily get hypothermia at this rate in a bloody open top arena.” You scoffed. Clearly, you weren’t a fan of the cold. That’s one of the main reasons you dislike going to Sami’s hometown; the weather.

A firm slap smacked your thigh as Sahsa turned to you. “You do know it being cold is like the least of your worries right now don’t you?”

Come to think of it, that’s the most truthful things to ever come out of your best friends mouth.

You eyes twitched in confusion and your body began to make shivering movements as you felt something tickle at the base of your loosely tied ponytail. “What was that? Is it raining?” You asked Sasha, looking up to the clear of cloud skies above the stadium. You felt it again, and again and again for longer periods of time; every time it made contact with your skin. “Urgh, I swear to god something is touching me.

Sasha’s face was in a state of clear bewilderment, obviously, she had absolutely no clue what the heck you were on about. “Y/N there’s legit nobody apart from us here, the show doesn’t start til like 3 hours away. Besides, even if people were here they’d be backstage.”

“My shirt is fucking soaked, I’m not over-exaggerating here!” You shrieked as yet another trickle of water, tickle the back of your neck. Instantaneously you leapt out of the comfort of your seat, eyeing down the neatly arranged rows behind you. You were certain there was somebody, even if they weren’t in plain sight; I guess it didn’t help the fact that you had Sasha perched next to you persistently babbling on about how I’m just being stupid. “Sasha, honest to fucking god there’s some-” Your words slurred to a halt as your face was slapped directly with a plume of water.

“Maybe I was wrong…” You heard Sasha mutter under her breath as you began to shout to whoever was out there. But there you saw him… your boyfriends and his ginger hair in between the gap of two chairs.

“Sami what the hell are you doing!?” Your voice rose over the roars of the winds running through the arena area. He rose and stood static, water gun in his hand. “You’re an idiot.”

He began to descend down the metal stairs, placing the gun down onto a seat before pulling you into a tight embrace. “Sorry, couldn’t help it to be completely honest hun.” His hug was warm, completely in contrast to the cold breeze surrounding you.

“I seriously hate you.” You gave him a stern look tugging your petite frame from his. 

He grasped your hand, interlocking his fingers in yours. “You love me, don’t lie.” His large hand made its way to become tangled in your delicately tied hair, tucking fallen strands behind your ear.

“That’s debatable.” You teased him; once again being held closely, your head rested on his chest. “I swear if it’s actually raining now.” You exclaimed as a shoot of ice-cold water poured over your head, leaving you feeling like nothing but purely a drowned rat.

It clearly couldn’t have been Sami again- Not unless you’d legitimately gone insane. You lifted you head away from you boyfriend, glaring in the direction of your purple-haired best friend. Your best friend who was now acquainted with a certain water gun. “Sasha, for fuck sake.”

You giggled profusely as Sami kissed the crown of your head. “What? The temptation was way too much. Plus it made it look like some romantic, soppy kiss in the rain thing ad I totally dig it.” Her voice softly chuckled, watching as you and the ‘love of your life’s’ lips met each other’s in an instant. “Alright I take back the whole soppy thing, let’s get going Y/N.”

A/N - This was fairly short in comparison to the others and might not be up to a very high standard but, I really enjoyed writing this little story. We did say we were going to be closing requests today, HOWEVER, We will extend this until tomorrow so please send in any wanted requests or prompts quickly and we will be happy to fulfill them for you. Thank you guys! ~ Nikkii.

anonymous asked:

"I don't love you" for romione.....just curious to see how weave it. It's ok if you don't want to though. (btw I absolutely adoore your writing.)

Aw thank you! Here’s my attempt at incorporating it, hope you enjoy! x

All was peaceful that afternoon. Until–


Hermione jumped up from her comfortable seat on the sofa, where she and Crookshanks had been happily sitting enjoying their Saturday afternoon. She looked wildly at the door to find Ron leaping into their flat, waving the ends of his bright orange Chudley Cannons scarf wildly about him, arms flung up in the air in euphoria. Harry was trailing behind him, looking ecstatic himself but nothing in comparison to his best friend.

“The Cannons?” Hermione asked stupidly, heart still racing.

“THE CANNONS WON!” Ron roared, running over to Hermione, lifting her up off of her feet, spinning her around then kissing her wildly. He let go with a loud smack after a few seconds, placing her back down on solid ground and stunned, Hermione watched as he ran around the room, managing to snatch Crookshanks up who was trying to hide from him, and then twirling him around happily before letting him run away.

“That’s– that’s great,” Hermione said, “but surely they’ve won before?” 

“They have–” Harry began, but Ron interrupted.

“They have!” he repeated. “But this is the first time in 84 years that they’ve reached the top ten!” 

“Aren’t there only 14 teams?” Hermione asked. 

“Hermione, you are missing the point,” Ron said, smiling at her exasperatedly. “The top ten means they have a chance of getting into the top eight and if they get into that they play the quarter finals and the four teams with the highest number of points after that play in the semi finals and after that they can play in the final and WIN THE QUIDDITCH CUP!”

He roared with delight and started stomping his feet on the hardwood floors, chanting the Chudley Cannons song.

Hermione blinked. “Hang on, Ron, the chances of them actually winning are quite slim.”

Ron paused in his tracks. “No, Hermione, don’t ruin this for me…”

“I’m just saying when you break down the maths of it all, considering even the maximum number of points they could have generated from this win, them actually getting into the top eight is going to be difficult enough, let alone having one of the four highest points.”

Ron stared at her for three seconds in silence. Finally, he said simply, “I don’t love you,” and stomped off into their bedroom, closing the door behind him. 

Hermione stared at Harry in wonder. He shrugged his shoulders at her. “Bad luck then,” he said. “Guessing he won’t be talking to you tonight.”

“Well,” she scoffed, “it’s his fault I know how the system works anyway - he’s the one that encouraged me to read up the Quidditch rulebook.”

“Came back to bite him in the arse, I guess,” Harry said, shrugging his shoulders. “I better go to Ginny - she will literally not believe it when I tell her they’ve actually made it into the top ten.”

“Bye, Harry!” she said, waving him off as he entered into their Floo fire place. As he left, she did feel a little guilty - she probably could have been a little more excited. Not quite sure just what had happened in these last two minutes, she looked over at their hat stand next to the door. On one of the hooks was a spare Cannons beanie - Ron had worn his cap today.

She donned on the beanie and turned to look at the closed bedroom door. She had some ideas about how her wearing this could cheer him up… he’d be thrilled to see it. 

Feeling like an idiot, she went towards their room, ready to make Ron happy again.

from the four words prompts! 

prompt #1 (Scott McCall)

1.“please back away.” “no I know you won’t hurt me.”

Originally posted by -voddeke-

“what are we going to do?” Stiles yelled trying to chain Liam back to the hospital bed.

“I don’t know!” I screamed back trying to dodge Malia’s claws.

We had no idea what was happening. All of sudden Malia and Liam wolfed out and got increasingly aggressive. We were at the hospital trying to evacuate people because of the beast and they went crazy.

“maybe we should call Scott?” I screamed as Malia had me trapped against the wall.

“oh yeah y/n what a great idea, invite the alpha werewolf who can also freak out an try to kill us, hell we’ll just have a whole freaking werewolf party!” Stiles screamed as Liam broke the chains pushing him into the wall.

I ducked as Malia’s claws scratched the wall, inches away from my head. Liam was about to pounce on Stiles, but I got to him first. I grabbed Stiles arm and we started to sprint down the hospital corridor. I was looking behind us when I felt Stiles stop.

“okay now would be a good time to call Scott.” Stiles said turning my head to look in front of us.

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“oh my that’s big.” I squeaked looking at the beast.

Stiles took my hand and we ran in to one of the hospital rooms locking the door and hoping for the best. I quickly pulled out my phone dialing Scott’s number.

“y/n what’s wrong I can hear your heartbeat from here.?” Scott asked.

“yeah we have a problem, a big gigantic problem. Malia and Liam totally went psycho on me and Stiles and now the beast is here and I’m locked in a room with Stiles who won’t shut up!” I said as the beast started to scratch on the door.

“and I think the beast found us.” Stiles screamed putting something else in front of the door.

“stay right there, I’m coming to get you!” Scott said hanging up.

Stiles and I backed away to the corner of the room while the beast kept breaking through the door.

“oh god i’m going to die next to you.” I said going closer to Stiles.

“look I know i’m no Scott but i’m not that bad.” Stiles said looking at me.

Stiles was one of the few people who knew of my crush on the alpha werewolf Scott McCall. The beast roared ripping the door right off it’s hinges. It was about to enter when there was another loud roar behind us.

“Run.” Scott growled.

The beast turned it’s attention towards Scott as we ran out the door.

“Scott!” I called watching him struggle with the beast.

“we have to go.” Stiles said grabbing me.

We ran back to where we were before. I turned around noticing Malia and Liam.

“uh yeah Stiles we forgot about something.” I said pointing to the wolf and the werecoyote.

“no kidding.” Stiles said.

We backed up until we hit someone. It was Scott.

“Scott what’s happening?” I asked turning around to face him.

Scott didn’t answer instead he was breathing heavily.

“Scott?” I questioned placing a hand on his arm.

“y/n please back away.” Scott said looking up with his alpha eyes.

no I know you won’t hurt me Scott.” I said grabbing his face and forcing him to look at me.

“It’s a type of wolfsbane it’s causing us to go crazy, y/n go I don’t want to hurt you.” Scott said now revealing fangs and claws as well.

“then don’t hurt me, fight it Scott.”

“I can’t.” He said roaring.

The next thing I did would probably go down in the history of the dumbest thing you could’ve done in this situation. I pulled Scott’s face down to mine kissing him. Scott kissed me back immediately. There was raw emotion when our lips moved in sync. I broke away and when I looked up his red eyes were replaced with his brown ones again.

“y/n duck!” Scott said.

He grabbed Liam flinging him out in the hall, followed by Malia. The wolf and the werecoyote struggled.

“Liam, Malia STOP.” Scott roared flashing his alpha eyes,.

Liam and Malia stopped instantly. They looked up at me a Stiles with sorrow filled eyes.

“i’m so sorry.” Malia said coming up and hugging me.

“it’s okay you were poisoned.”

Stiles was talking to Liam and Malia when Scott pulled me to the side.

“how did you do that?” Scott asked cupping my cheek with one of his hands.

“I guess when I kissed you, you weren’t breathing in the wolfsbane.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

“why did you do it?” He asked smirking now.

“now that McCall is a question for another time.” I said moving his hand and walking back to our friends.

I could hear Scott laughing as I walked away. I had a feeling things were definitely going to change.

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Sorry guys I lost my internet yesterday so I wasn’t able to do any yesterday! But i’m working as fast as I can!

Acceptable oc names - Mountain clans

- A - Acorn, Adder, Alder, Amber, Ant, Apple, Ash, Ashen, Aspen, Arctic

-B- Badger, Bark, Bat, Bear,Beaver, Bee,Beech,Beetle, Berry, Birch,Bird, Black, Blaze, Blizzard, Bloom, Blossom, Blue, Blur, Boulder, Bounce, Bracken, Bramble, Branch, Breeze, Briar, Bright, Brindle, Bristle, Brittle, Broken, Brook, Buck, Bumble, Buzzard

-C- Cedar, Cheetah, Cherry, Chestnut, Cinder, Claw, Cloud, Clover, Cold, Copper, Comfrey, Coyote, Cream, Creek, Cricket, Crooked, Crow, Crouch

-D-Daisy, Dapple, Dark, Dawn, Dead, Deer, Defiant, Dew, Doe, Dog, Dove, Drift, Duck, Dusk, Dust, Dusty-

-E- Eagle, Ebony, Echo, Elm, Ember, Evening

-F- Falcon, Fallen, Fallow, Fang, Fawn, Feather, Fennel, Fern, Finch, Fir, Fire, Fish, Flame, Flare, Flash, Flint, Flicker, Freckle, Flower, Fly, Fog, Forest, Fox, Free, Frog, Frost, Frozen, Furze, Fuzzy

-G- Gentle, Ginger, Glacier, Glen, Gold, Golden, Goose, Gorge, Gorse, Grass, Gray, Green

-H- Hail, Half, Hare, Hawk, Haven, Hazel, Heather, Heavy, Heron, Hickory, Hollow, Holly, Honey, Hoot, Hop, Hope

-I- Ice, Icy, Ivy, Ivory

-J- Jagged, Jaguar, Jay, Juniper

-K-Kestrel, Kink

-L- Lake, Larch, Lark, Lavender, Leaf, Leopard, Lichen, Light, Lightning, Lilac, Lily, Lion, Little, Lizard, Log, Long, Lost, Loud, Love, Lynx

-M- Maggot, Mallow, Maple, Marigold, Marsh, Meadow, Midnight, Milk, Minnow, Mint, Missing, Mist, Misty, Mole, Moon, Moose, Morning, Moss, Mossy, Moth, Mottle, Mouse, Mud, Mumble

-N- Narrow, Needle, Nettle, Newt, Night, Nimble, Nut

-O- Oak, Oaken, Odd, Olive, One, Orchid, Otter, Owl, Old

-P- Pale, Pansy, Parsley, Patch, Pebble, Pelted, Perch, Petal, Pike, Pine, Plum, Pod, Pond, Pool, Poppy, Pounce, Prey, Preying, Prickle, Primrose, Puddle

-Q- Quail, Quick, Quiet

-R- Rabbit, Raccoon, Ragged, Rain, Rapid, Rat, Rattle, Rare, Raven, Red, Reed, Ripple, River, Robin, Rock, Rouge, Rose, Rowan, Rubble, Running, Rush, Russet, Rye

-S- Sage, Salmon, Sand, Scorch, Sedge, Seed, Shade, Shadow, Sharp, Shattered, Shell, Short, Shred, Shrew, Shy, Silver, Skink, Sky, Slight, Sleek, Sleet, Slug, Small, Smoke, Snail, Snake, Sneeze, Snow, Song, Soft, Soot, Sorrel, Spark, Sparrow, Speckle, Spider, Splash, Spotted, Squirrel, Stag, Starling, Stone, Storm, Stream, Stride, Stripe, Stumpy, Sun, Sunny, Swallow, Swan, Sweet, Swift

-T- Tadpole, Tall, Talon, Tangle, Tangled, Tansy ,Tall, Talon, Tangle, Tansy, Tattered, Tawny, Thaw, Tin, Thistle, Thorn, Thrush, Thunder, Thyme, Tiger, Timber, Tiny, Toad, Torn, Tree, Trout, Tumble, Tulip, Turtle, Twig, Twisted

-V- Vine, Violet, Viper, Vixen, Vole

-W- Walnut, Wasp, Water, Weasel, Web, Weed, Wet, Whisker, Whisper, White, Wild, Willow, Wind, Wing, Wish, Wolf, Wood, Wooly, Worm, Wren-

-Y- Yarrow, Yellow, Yew

.acorn, .ash, .back, .bee, .belly, .berry, .bite, .bird, .blaze, .blizzard, .bloom, .blossom, .boulder, .bounce, .bracken, .branch, .breeze,
.briar, .bright, .brook, .burr, .bush, .call, .chaser, .claw, .cloud, .crash, .creek, .cry, .dapple, .dawn, .dew, .dream, .drop, .dusk, .dust, .ear, .ears, .ember, .eye, .eyes, .face, .fall, .fang, .fawn, .feather, .fern, .fin, .fire, .fish, .flame, .flight, .flood, .flower, .fog, .foot, .fox, .frost, .fur,
.gale, .gaze, .gleam, .goose, .grass, .growl, .hail, .hare, .hawk, .haze, .heart, .heather, .holly, .hollow, .ice, .ivy, .jaw, .jump, .kit, .leaf, .leap, .leg, .legs, .light, .lightning, .lily, .mask, .minnow, .mint, .mist, .moon, .moss, .mouse, .moth, .muzzle, .nettle, .night, .nose, .nut, .oak,
.pad, .patch, .path, .paw, .peak, .pelt, .petal, .pool, .poppy, .pounce, .puddle, .purr, .quill, .rain, .rapid, .reed, .ripple, .rise, .river, .roar,
.rock, .root, .rose, .run, .runner, .rush, .sage, .sayer, .scar, .screech, .seed, .seeker, .shade, .shadow, .shell, .shine, .sky, .slash, .slip,
.snap, .snout, .snow, .soil, .song,  .spark, .speck, .spirit, .splash,
.spot, .spots, .spring, .star, .stalk, .stalker, .stem, .stem, .step, .sting, .stone, .storm, .streak, .stream, .strike, .stripe, .sun, .swipe, .swirl, .swoop, .tail, .talon, .thicket, .thistle, .thorn, .throat, .tip, .toe, .toes, .tooth, .tree, .tuft, .twig, .twist, .wail, .watcher, .water, .weed, .whisker, .whiskers, .whisper, .willow, .wind, .wing, .wish, .yawn, .yowl

The confession pt 2

You woke up in a red tent. You felt a strange tightness around your shoulder and chest. Whining you covered your ears as you heard bustle outside. You gasped as the tent opened revealing a tired looking Ralof. Before you can utter a word you were engulfed in a gentle protective hug. His voice shook. “Lass… I’m sorry…i should’ve taken better care to keep you safe.” he choked out. Looking into her eyes he swallowed. “I love ya too much to let you go.” you gasped softly but smiled. Hugging him with one arm you said “i love you too.”

You woke up with an eerie silence as you looked up into the stars. The light from the fire was only embers. And you felt a tight cloth around your stomach and furs covering your torso. You blinked as a hand tightened around your own and weakly looked over to see hadvar sleeping. His arms inching ever closer as he buried his head into your neck. “I’m sorry ” he whimpered and looked up at you. His eyes shining with emotion. “I love you too much. I’m so sorry.” he said and pulled you closer. You weakly touched his cheek “i love you too” you whispered

You woke up encompassed in soft velvety blankets and warmth. Blinking tiredly you winced and tried to sit up weakly but couldn’t. And instead looked around tiredly. To your surprise you found that Vilkas was asleep in the chair closest to you. Your eyes widened. You were sleeping in his bed! As you shifted he sleepily blinked his eyes and took your hand. “…… How are you feeling?” he asked and closed his eyes cursing himself. “Please…let me protect you..”

You woke up on the cold stones incredibly sore with a stiff arm. You whined softly and blinked as something shuffled and moved closer. Bringing you warmth as he wrapped his arms around you. Turning you saw Farkas snoring softly with a frown on his face. You leaned your forehead against his and he shifted. Waking up he said sleepily “you….are never going alone hunting again.” he croaked and pulled her closer causing you to flinch. Farkas loosened his hold but kept you close. “I love you lass.” he said quietly


You woke up feeling the soft furs against your skin up to your nose. Squinting you sneezed and turned. Seeing Marcutio looking at you with worried eyes as he kept the fire roaring and running healing hands over you every so often. Turning to you he asked in a scared voice. “Are you ok? I have food. Is the fire cold?  Can you breath well?” the surge of questions caused you to flinch and he quieted. “Never scare me like that again. You’re too important” he said and cupped your cheek. You smiled but frowned. “Marcurio..”
“….where are my clothes?”

You wheezed and coughed. Causing white pain to surge through you and a large hand to push you gently into bed. You weakly opened your eyes seeing brynjolf offering a foul smelling potion. You gulped it with a cringe and brynjolfs eyes saddened. “Vex helped me stitch you up. A close one. ” he said and cupped your cheek. His voice soft and cracking. You looked up at him tiredly. He smiled and whispered. “So beautiful….” and held your hand to his heart as you blushed but whispered “i love you too” before falling asleep.

You woke up in your quarters at the college and groaned. Your shoulder stung and you turned slowly seeing the broken piece of sword thrown in a heap of rags on the table. You heard feet padding around your room. And you looked over and saw J'zargo quickly mixing some ingredients into a bowl and his eyes widened when he saw you awake. “J'zargo is happy (y/n) is awake!” he said and quickly set his things down. “He thought that his magic may not have been strong enough.” he said solemnly and took your hand. You frowned as you saw his face scrunch up in anger. And he turned and gently pressed something cold into your hand. “A foolish bandit wore this. J'zargo found it for you” he said. Handing you the necklace you had lost. Your eyes widened and he smiled charmingly. “Perhaps j'zargo gets a kiss as a reward. Yes?”

Piece by Piece (3/4)

A/n : This was supposed to bet the last chapter but I decided to extend it so this one is kind of a filler 

Part 1  Part 2

Word Count ; 777

Not Beta read

P.s The gif has nothing to do with this fic I just thought it was hot

Originally posted by thebrightestplanet

The rest of the day was peaceful. Well as peaceful as it could get. Henry and Jack let Monique play with them, which ended with her running around screaming in victory with the two boys lying spread eagled on the grass exhausted.

“How does she have so much energy??” Jack groaned walking up to Y/n for some Lemonade.

“She had a lot of sugar in the morning, don’t worry she’ll crash in a couple of minutes.” you chuckled, handing him a glass. He nodded and took a glass for Henry and trudged off.

“Hey Y/n , get Monique it’s time for food” Garcia called.

“Sure thing” Y/n sighed getting up “Oye Moni, time for food!”

“But there’s a butterfly!”

“Well there’s a kitty here”

“True. I’m coming!” She roared running at her and hugging your legs. “Ahhh I’m goin down!” she laughed, slowly crouching down and ‘falling’ onto the grass.

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All finished now :)

On Board UNSC Infinity 1215 Hours, January 15th, 2558

   "Hey Cher!“ Michael roared running up to his team lead.

   "Looks like you got lost.” He jested with a big grin.

Beaumont only chuffed at him tryinig to laugh at her confusion of the Infinity’s innards.

  “Yeah you try and find your way from S-Deck to this mess hall without having to take multiple rail trips that seem to pendulum around the same spot.” She responded throwing her left arm over his shoulder and shuving him back into the mess hall. The Infinity was still receiving her crew from Earth as more and more personnel got called back from shore leave, but the hall was still bustling with people coming in to eat breakfast, lunch, or dinner depending on their post scheduling.
  “It won’t be a problem after a week, I’ll learn the layout of this beast by then.” Michael snorted as he sat down at a table where Killbourne and Fitsimmons were already chowing down on their assortments of food.

   "Go ahead and line up for your food Cher, I already had mine.“ Michael said gesturing to the front of the mess hall where the chef was serving up lunch.

    "Hey Alfonso get your ass back over here.” Killbourne shouted smacking the table. Michael sped walk back over to Lionheart’s table and sat down next to Spartan Frank Killbourne.

   "So how was shoreleave for you guys?“ Fitsimmons asked shoving his food tray away slouching on the table.

   "First time seeing Earth for me.” Frank answered a look of haughty disappointment leaked from him.
  “Don’t get the big deal really.” He said blowing air through his lips like a horse would. Michael nodded and was about to tell his story of his escapades in Hamburg and other locations in Europe when the color from Fitsimmons drained like he was witnessing a scarab barge into the mess deck. Out of curiousity he turned around to see why Simon had become so frightened.
It was their instructors, Division Commanders Beckett and Geralt.

He had hoped that the Infinity would ditch them on Earth for this next tour but lady luck just likes to crack her knuckles straight into his nose it seems, like most women. Beckett was the true monster of the 2 of them though. That woman had no kindness in her at all. The only kindness she could give him would be to not notice him and walk right over him, literally if necessary.

   "Fuck me in the ass…“ Killbourne spat out through his tensed bite.

The 2 officers went to get in line for food and ignored Fire Team Lionheart.

  "So, you ever wonder why Beckett has a fucking warthog winch stuck up her ass?” Fitsimmons asked leaning forward to better hide his words from the queen of ire. Michael’s smile grew into a devilish smile.

  “Oh I know, I hate her so much and you need to know thy enemy right? So I decided to go snooping when we were on ANVIL and found her record had been left open by some dumb spook from ONI when I went looking.” Alfonso said proud of his sleuthing.

   "Our dear Beckett was apart of the glassing of Orin.“ Alfonso said.
  "Orin? What the fuck is Orin?” Killbourne asked his tray in his hand to hide his lips from the crowd that Beckett and Geralt were meandering in.

   "Exactly, seems it was a colony that her and Geralt’s fire team were on that got turned into a colossal marble in a matter of a day.“ As he explained Beaumont had finally got her food and had sat down to eat.

   "What are you inbred cavemen discussing?” She asked grabbing the fork on her tray.

   "Why Beckett is a twisted cunt.“ Fitsimmons said gesturing towards the crowd.

   "Language Simon.” Beaumont hissed as she smacked him upside of his head.
   "Sorry Gunny.“ Fitsimmons chuckled. Beaumont gave him a stern look but allowed Alfonso to continue.

  "Beckett, Geralt and Fenn were all a Fire Team who were serving on Orin when the Covenant found it and decided to add it to their bag of marble planet collection.” Michael repeated.

   "From what I could find on their file that wasn’t just a black ink spill on the file, they were put into comas and lost..“ Before he could speak another word, Michael’s head was smashed into the table’s pillar with enough force to make him swallow the wrong way and choke. The entire cafeteria had gone silent from the sound of his head crashing into the metal.

  "You…” Beckett was right in front of him, her eyes dead set on him never blinking and livid with rage. Her teeth gritted and popped.

  “Mel…Beckett!.” Geralt tried snapping her out but she crashed her fist into the pillar, inches away from Michael’s head denting the reinforced structure like it was copper. Her fist shook from the damage it traded with the Infinity. Blood trailing from her fractured knuckles.

  “Alfonso! YOU BETTER FUCKING SWALLOW YOUR TONGUE RIGHT NOW! OR SO HELP ME I’LL GRAB THAT MAGGOT AND SHOVE IT SO FAR DOWN YOUR THROAT YOU’LL TASTE SHIT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, WHILE ONLY BEING ABLE TO TALK OUT OF YOUR ASSHOLE!!” Beckett screamed. The primal rage in her voice was nothing he’d ever heard before, not even on ANVIL had she ever snapped like this.

   "Yes… s..“ He stuttered from the shock of the moment only for her ram her fist into the pillar once again the previous dent buckling into a crater. Lighting for the table had shut off as the wiring must have been permanently damaged.

    "Beckett.” This time Geralt had reached out and grabbed Beckett’s shoulder and calmed her down some how. Her stare still locked into Alfonso’s. That wasn’t a threat that was a signed, packaged and ready to be delivered promise. He got the message and hung his head when Geralt finally took Beckett out of the mess hall that seemed taken by the moment, all just gawking at the blood stained wound in the pillar next to his head.


Wanted work on a “Moment” instead of just “pieces”

Wasp is the boogieman to new Spartan Fire Teams, her training methods cruel but efficient and she expects the absolute best in all aspects from the SPARTAN IVs. To continue the legacy of Lieutenant Commander Ambrose. Who did the same for her and all SPARTAN IIIs. She doesn’t tolerate any playing around or joking. Every one lost the right to that a long time ago.

Skeletons in the closet…