Words to use instead of decir

@languageoclock made this kind of vocabulary list for German “words to use instead of sagen, and so I’m adapting/adding to the the list for Spanish as a kind of looser “words to use instead of decir” version

  • anunciar = to announce
  • contestar = to answer
  • molestar = to annoy [used like gustar]
  • discutir = to argue, to discuss [pelear or luchar are more physical]
    argumentar = to contend, to argue
  • articular = to articulate / to enunciate, to speak clearly
  • respirar = to breathe
  • inhalar = to inhale
  • exhalar = to exhale
  • aspirar = to suck in air
    aspirar = to aspire
  • soplar = to blow air out
    soplar = to blow (wind)
  • expresar = to express
  • dar voz a = to voice [lit. “to give voice to”; dar voces is sometimes translated as “to shout”]
    poner voz a = to voice [lit. “to put voice to”]
  • mantener = to maintain
  • pronunciar = to pronounce
  • comentar = to comment
  • plantear = to claim, to make a claim/statement
  • predicar = to preach (religion)
    predicar = to assert, to declare / to mention
  • declarar = to declare, to make a statement
  • regañar = to scold, to yell at (usually parents to children)
  • reprochar = to rebuke, to reproach
  • clamar = to clamor (for)
  • reclamar = to complain, to appeal (legal)
  • confesar = to confess
  • insultar = to insult
  • ofender = to offend
  • ladrar = to bark [usually said of dogs]
  • darse cuenta = to realize, to notice
  • notar = to notice, to perceive
  • percibir = to notice, to observe
  • observar = to observe
  • reportar = to report
  • informar = to report, to inform
  • enfatizar = to emphasize
    hacer hincapié en (algo) = to stress (something)
  • recalcar, remarcar = to stress, to emphasize, to underscore
  • subrayar = to underline
  • ofrecer = to offer
  • pedir = to ask, to plead / to request
    [in the sense of food/restaurants, pedir is “to order”]
  • rogar = to beg
  • solicitar = to request, to seek, to ask for
    [solicitar can also be “to apply for a job”]
  • hablar entre dientes = to mutter [lit. “to speak between teeth”]
    hablar muy bajo = to mutter [lit. “to speak softly”]
  • mascullar = to mutter, to mumble
  • murmurar = to murmur
  • deletrear = to spell out [in the sense of telling someone how something is spelled]
  • clarificar = to clarify, to spell out
    decirlo en blanco y negro = to spell something out, to not beat around the bush [lit. “to say it in white and black”]
  • debatir = to debate
    discutir = to discuss [when not meaning “to argue”, it means more “to talk about something in depth”]
  • hablar = to speak
    [in some contexts, hablar can carry the meaning of “to put into words”, or “to speak up/out”]
  • invitar = to invite
    [side note: invitar can also be used as “to treat” when you buy something for someone else; invito yo is “it’s my treat”]
  • replicar = to reply
  • contraargumentar = to counter, to counter-argue
    contraatacar = to counter, to counterattack 
  • explicar = to explain
  • mencionar = to mention
  • contar = to tell (a story)
    recontar = to recount (a story)
    [note: contar can also mean “to count (numbers)”, or contar con algo/alguien “to trust (something/someone)” as in “to count on”]
  • jurar = to swear (an oath)
  • prestar juramento = to pledge / to make an oath
  • testificar = to testify
  • atestiguar = to attest, to bear witness, to provide testimony
  • maldecir = to curse
    decir palabrotas = to curse / to say bad words
  • formular = to forumlate
  • preguntar = to question
    preguntarse = to wonder [me pregunto si… “I wonder if…”; lit. “I ask myself if”]
  • hacer una pregunta (a alguien) = to ask (someone) a question
  • sonreír = to smile, to grin
  • gorgotear = to gurgle [liquid or water]
    borbotar / borbotear = to gurgle [usually in the sense of water]
  • balbucear = to babble, to gurgle [usually said of babies, or when it’s not clear speech]
  • gorjear = to squeal, to chirp [usually noises a baby makes, or sometimes small birds]
  • aullar = to howl, to yelp
  • tronar = to boom, to yell, to thunder
  • vociferar = to say loudly
  • rugir = to roar
  • berrear = to bellow
    berrear, mugir = to low, to moo (cows)
    berrear = to bawl, to cry loudly, to wail
    [in some places berrear might be “to snitch” or “to tell a secret”]
  • toser = to cough
  • imitar = to imitate
  • emular = to emulate, to imitate
  • parodiar = to parody
  • remedar = to mimic, to copy [often in the sense of “parroting” someone’s words to make fun of them]
  • quejarse (de) = to complain (about)
  • gruñir = to groan, to grumble, to growl
  • refunfuñar = to grumble, to gripe, to rabble 
  • aullar, gañir = to yelp [usually said of dogs]
  • chillar = to shriek, to squeal
    chillar = to squeak (a mouse)
    chirriar = to squeak (objects, shoes, doors)
  • divagar = to go on a tangent, to ramble
  • irse por las ramas = to ramble on [lit. “to go through the branches”, “to beat around the bush”]
    irse por la tangente = to go on a tangent
  • hablar y hablar = to go on and on [lit. “to speak and speak”]
  • cecear = to lisp
  • mentir = to lie
    fingir = to feign
    engañar = to deceive
  • gemir = to moan
  • opinar = to opine, to have an opinion
    expresar la opinión = to express an opinion
  • estornudar = to sneeze
  • bostezar = to yawn
  • charlar = to chat, to chitchat
  • platicar = to chat, to have a chat [usually in the sense of small talk]
  • conversar = to converse, to have a conversation
  • parlar = to talk, to have a conversation / to parley (pirates)
  • chismear = to gossip
    comadrear = to gossip
    [usually said of women, a bit antiquated but it’s related to la comadre which are close friends of a woman, lit. “co-mother”, so it used to apply more to when women would talk to each other alone]
  • cotillear = to snoop, to pry / to gossip [more common in Spain; it has the meaning of “to get into someone else’s business”]
  • reaccionar = to react
  • protestar = to protest, to object (court of law)
  • refutar = to refute
  • rebatir = to refute, to rebut / to parry
  • negar = to deny
  • presumir = to brag, to show off
  • alardear = to boast
  • pavonearse = to boast, to brag, to peacock
  • vanagloriarse = to brag, to toot one’s own horn
  • fanfarronear = to to brag, to boast
  • jactarse de = to brag about
    presumir de = to brag about
  • llamar = to call (on the phone) / to call out
  • llorar = to cry, to weep
  • lloriquear = to whimper, to snivel, to cry
  • sollozar = to sob
  • burlarse de (algo/alguien) = to make fun of (something/someone), to mock, to tease
  • reírse de (algo/alguien) = to laugh at (something/someone)
  • mofarse de (algo/alguien) = to deride, to scoff at, to mock
  • bromear = to joke, to tease
  • chistear = to tell a joke
  • tomar el pelo a alguien = to trick someone, to pull someone’s leg, to mess with someone [lit. “to grab/take hair”]
  • suspirar = to sigh
  • gritar = to scream, to yell
  • cantar = to sing
  • silbar = to whistle
  • chiflar = to whistle / to boo, to jeer at
    rechiflarse = to boo, to jeer
  • abuchear = to boo, to jeer
  • vocear = to vocalize, to announce / to yell, to shout
  • aclamar = to cheer, to cheer on / to acclaim
  • vitorear = to cheer, to cheer on
  • aplaudir = to applaud / to cheer
  • decir = to speak, to say, to tell
  • negociar = to negotiate
  • tartamudear = to stammer, to stutter
  • titubear = to hesitate, to stutter
  • atorarse = to stutter, to get tongue-tied
    trabarse la lengua = to get tongue-tied
    tropezar al hablar = to stumble while speaking, to have difficulty speaking
  • escupir = to spit
  • sisear = to hiss
  • introducir = to introduce
  • reflexionar = to ponder, to reflect on
  • considerar = to consider
  • contemplar = to contemplate, to think about
  • tomar en cuenta = to keep in mind
  • sugerir = to suggest
  • exigir = to demand
  • alabar = to praise
  • elogiar = to laud
  • decir maravillas de (algo/alguien) = to speak highly of (something/someone)
  • condenar = to condemn
  • denunciar = to denounce
  • acusar = to accuse / to charge (legal)
  • revelar = to reveal
  • indicar = to indicate
  • traicionar = to betray
  • seguir = to follow, to continue
  • continuar = to continue
  • guiar = to guide, to lead
  • conducir = to conduct, to guide / to drive
  • maniobrar = to maneuver
  • criticar = to criticize, to critique
  • transparentar = to be obvious, to be transparent
  • translucir = to reveal, to shine through
  • añadir = to add
  • interrumpir = to interrupt
  • interponer = to interject
  • intervenir = to intervene, to step in
  • exclamar = to exclaim
  • abordar = to approach / to address an issue, to broach a subject
  • admitir = to admit / to allow
  • susurrar = to whisper
  • divulgar = to divulge, to tell a secret
  • piar = to chirp, to tweet (birds)
  • perder el hilo = to lose one’s train of thought
  • irse apagando = to trail off [lit. “to go diminishing”]
  • quedar en ridículo = to look ridiculous, to look foolish
  • poner en evidencia = to show someone up, to put someone in their place
  • defender = to defend
  • oponerse = to stand against
  • abogar = to advocate / to vouch for, to intercede on behalf of
  • emepzar (a) = to start (to)
  • comenzar (a) = to begin (to), to commence (to)
  • detener = to stop
  • dejar (de hacer algo) = to stop (doing something)
  • concluir = to conclude
  • garantizar = to guarantee
  • contradecir = to contradict
  • responder = to respond
  • ayudar = to help
  • apoyar = to support

Why I am a huge Samantha Bee fan! 

A Wolf Would Never Fucking Do This – Full Fronta

 By A North American Gray Wolf, Guest Columnist

I am a North American Gray Wolf and I’m mad as hell. Yes, I am a bit of a loner but let me be clear, I would never do something like this. You humans never care about me unless it’s to describe a psychopath mass murderer. Just because I’ve chosen not to reproduce or run with a pack doesn’t mean you can use my name to describe white mass shooters. Stop appropriating wolf culture and come up with your own term for it. I have a suggestion: Terrorist.

Do you even know what actual lone wolves like to do? We like running, howling, eating small mammals, smelling, and more running. You know what we don’t like to do? Shoot up concerts with weapons your founding fathers never could have imagined.

How many wolves have you seen with a gun? Zero. Wolves don’t even have thumbs. Also, wolves know commonsense gun laws do not violate the second amendment. Speaking of laws, you passed one making it ok for your biggest lunatics to shoot at us from helicopters, so the very least you can do is call your homegrown terrorists what they actually are and leave us out of it.

And before you get any big ideas, I’ve checked in with the other animals in the woods and they’d like you to leave them out if it, too. Please refrain from calling any future mass shooters (and you know there will be future ones) any of the following:

Solitary Bear

Sole Mole

Secluded Otter

Lonesome Duck

Forsaken Wild Mustang

Isolated Mountain Lion

Stag Stag

In conclusion, a murderer with a lawfully purchased personal arsenal is nothing like a lone wolf. A lone wolf is a majestic grey animal who just wants to do his own thing and maybe get married when he’s ready, ok?

A Cold Encounter

Summary: You and Kol get trapped in a spelled circle in the forest by a coven of witches who wish to get back on Klaus. Unfortunately for you, it’s a cold snowy night and Kol cannot reach any of his siblings – will he be able to save you before you die of cold?

Pairing: KolxReader
Words: 1,087

A/N: I know that it’s summer right now but I watched 4x02 of OUAT and felt so inspired – so hopefully you’ll still give it a shot. I loved writing this one and I hope that you’ll like it as well!

The cold wind was howling while small white snowflakes circled around and placed themselves everywhere on your body. The cold was taking over your body and one by one, every cell seemed to be turning into ice.

Next to you, Kol took of his sweater and placed it around you, above the jacket which he had already given you. He brushed his arms continuingly up and down your arms but it did not bring you any warmth.

The only thing you wanted was to go home and lay down underneath a pile of duvets. Unfortunately, that was not a possibility. You were trapped in the cold weather with your best friend Kol. Despite the cold not being a problem for him, it was for you considering that you were human and intended on staying human. Kol had been trying non-stop to reach his siblings on their phones but no one answered. But then, finally, Klaus picked up his phone. He was angry and thus you could easily hear him as well.

Klaus: Kol, I’m rather busy, could you perhaps handle your own problems for ones or come to the mansion and help me fix mine?

Kol: Actually, I’m not capable of going anywhere right now, no matter if I wanted to or not, brother.

His words were almost as cold as the newly-fallen snow which you were sitting on.

Kol: Once again, I’m being punished for something you did. Only this time, Y/N is the victim as well.

Klaus: What are you talking about?

Kol: I assume you stole something from the witches – something that they would very much like back. And until they get it, Y/N and I are trapped inside a spelled circle in the middle of the forest. And before you think that you have plenty of time to solve this problem, let me just remind you that Y/N is human and it’s freezing out here!

Klaus stayed quiet for quite some time. When he finally spoke, his voice was gentle.

Klaus: How is she?

Kol rose and went as far away from you as possible though it was not very far. He spoke quietly, hoping that you could not hear his words – but you could.

Kol: Her teeth are chattering and her hands are white. Both her fingertips and lips are ice blue. I’ve tried to keep her warm but there isn’t much left to do.

He waited a little bit before he continued.

Kol: Her heartbeat began slowing down just a minute before you picked up your phone.

Every fiber in your body was getting numb; your ears could not even manage to catch Kol’s conversation any longer. After a few moments, he put his phone away and sat down next to you, placing his legs around you and holding you close into his body.

That was when you realized something; his body was no longer cold. For some weird reason, you found that to be extremely fun and even let out a small laughter. Well, it probably sounded more like a sick witch’s cattle but still.

Kol: What are you laughing about? Please don’t tell me that you’re hallucinating.

Y/N: You’re… not cold anymore.

Your statement was definitely not something that Kol found funny. Instead of laughing, he began stroking your arms one more time.

You laid your head on his chest and noticed that your eye lids began fluttering.

Y/N: I’m… so… tired.

Kol: You do not fall asleep. Do you hear me Y/N!

Then, his voice turned into a soft whisper.

Kol: They’re almost here. Freya has probably already cast a locator spell and now they’re on their way to find us and break this spell.

Y/N: They won’t make it. You said yourself that… my heartbeat…

Kol: That doesn’t mean that you’ll die. I won’t let that happen. I promise.

Your energy was disappearing quicker and quicker and you fought hard to gather enough strength to speak.

Y/N: You’ve always… been my best friend… Don’t change when I’m… not here…

Cursing and swearing on the inside, Kol was boiling with anger about this situation. One thing was hurting him but hurting and perhaps even killing you was a complete different thing.

He could not lose you.

He saw you closing your eyes while he heard your heartbeat getting even slower as you drifted into unconsciousness. That was when he decided that he would turn you despite you having made it very clear that you did not want to become a vampire. Just before he bit into his wrist, he saw two figures coming out behind the trees.

Freya and Klaus.

Kol: Freya, you need to hurry, she’s unconscious.

The panic in his voice did not go unnoticed by neither Freya nor Klaus. Freya quickly began doing the spell while Kol stamped his foot impatiently and Klaus gave worried glances towards both you and Freya.

Kol noticed your heart skipping a beat and terror filled his body.

Kol: Come on! Hold on!

Freya’s voice rose until she finally stopped the spell, the boundary having disappeared.  

Kol did not even thank them. As soon as the spell was broken, he lifted you up into his arms and vamp-speeded into the Mikaelson Mansion where he carefully placed you on his bed. After having turned on the heat to a maximum and placed several blankets and duvets around you, he entered the bed himself and held you tight while rubbing your skin once again, praying for you to open your eyes and for your heartbeat to getting steady.

When he finally got to see your beautiful eyes once more, he let out a sigh of relief and placed his forehand on yours.

Kol: Don’t ever scare me like that again.

You spoke with a rather rusty voice.

Y/N: I’ll do my best. I promise.

Then you clung onto him even tighter, feeling relieved that you would get to see another sunrise and live another day with Kol by your side.

What none of you knew was that Klaus was standing in the door opening, watching the two of you carefully. A genuine smile curled up on his lips as he heard Kol’s heartbeat getting slower; not because he was dying but because he could finally relax now that you were safe. Even if the two of you did not know it, Klaus did – you two were soulmates. Maybe not romantically, at least not yet, but the two of you suited each other just as well as hot chocolate suits a snowy night.

Past the black where sirens sing

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Siren!Au / Angst / One-shot

Rated T for mentions of blood and mature themes (nothing too heavy tho)

Word count: 3.8k

Synopsis: Two in the morning, during this moonless night, as Yoongi is playing his demons away with slender fingers above the white and black of a piano keys.

And nothing would be different than usual, really, if it wasn’t for the strange girl sitting at his window, claiming to be a siren in love with his music.

Author’s note: for my loved @yoongihime, even tho it’s a couple of days late and she deserves so much more than this <3 

I love you, sweetie ❤

Yoongi doesn’t consider himself a believer. He never fell for the shining lure of myths and tales, nor for the solace of a higher being molding the universe – the hell, he didn’t even believe in the monsters under his bed when he was only a naïve tiny child.

These days some people would call him a cynical man, yet Yoongi knows that this is not really the case, for he simply holds his faith closer to the rational state of his mind rather than to the realm of pointless delirium. If the eyes can’t see it, then why should he presume it real, after all?

Just use the damn brain you had the luck to born with, for God’s sake.

So, Yoongi is well aware that all these people always ready to raise their finger at him and mark him as a crude, cold human being would now be left astonished, if they saw him in his room with a completely unamused expression as he stills his fingers above the piano keys and asks “so, what exactly are you?” to the beautiful, strange girl perched on his windowsill.

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I Am An Alpha Ch 12: Run

A/N: Okay lovelies I just want to make it clear if you didn’t see my post earlier, Insoo calls the boys hyung because she was raised as a boy in the military for the last 100 years. Since she is so used to it she continues to call every older man hyung even though it is not right which is why EXO was so confused by it. I hope this clears everything up for you lovelies! 

Half of the table is on their feet, low growls come from deep in their chests, sending me sinking into my seat. My face burns with embarrassment at Chanyeol’s question, I find myself hiding me face in my hands, thankful that no one is really paying attention to me but focusing all of their rage at the giant on the other side of the table. I have been dreading this question, secretly praying they wouldn’t even think to ask but of course they did, they must be curious.

“Chanyeol,” Head alpha snarls, “Out.”

The tall boy gulps as he stands from his seat and shuffles towards the back yard where I’m guessing he will transform and sit outside for his punishment. I feel a little guilty, he is just curious, he doesn’t deserve to be punished for that. In a quick decision I jump up from my seat to defend him.

“Wait Hyung, it’s okay, I understand that you want to know.”

Kris shakes his head, “We all discussed this, you don’t have to explain anything you are not ready to say. Chanyeol knows that we wanted to wait before we asked personal questions like that.”

“You guys don’t have to wait to ask anything,” I reassure. “You guys are my mates, you are going to learn about these things no matter what, and they are going to be embarrassing to admit no matter what so might as well get all of those things out of the way now.”

“Are you sure?” Minseok rests his hand on my shoulder, his gaze much softer.

I nod, “Yes, there shouldn’t be any secrets, right?”

“Yes but since I can imagine this will be followed by even more questions can we wait for the answer until you are done eating?” Kris pushes my half eaten plate of food closer.

The table nods.

“Are there any questions you would like to ask us?” Luhan wonders.

“Um…” I think for a moment, “From the way Kris hyung was dressed yesterday, I take it you guys have jobs? What do you do?”

Kris is the one who responds, “We shadow run a few companies and business that are under our family name.”

I cock my head in confusion, “Shadow run?”

“We have a family that serves us be the face of the company since we don’t age. We are the ones who do the paper work, approve everything and other things, they just get to sit in the office with the title.” Suho explains.

“But we all still work in the company, just at lower levels to make sure things are running good,” Yixing ads on.

“So what will I do when you all go to work? How long do you work for? I mean I can get along fine I just,” I pause, debating if I want to sound as desperate as I imagine I do.

Yixing catches on to my struggle and tries to help, “You don’t want to be alone?”

I nod.

“No need to be shy about that Love,” Luhan coos sweetly from across the table. “We don’t want to leave you either.”

I push my plate away with the last large bite of food stuffed in my mouth. A silent signal that I’m done. They all watch me with amusement as I struggle to finish the massive bite. I give them a big smile when I’m done, “That was the most delicious meal I’ve ever had in my life, thank you so much Hyung!”

“Are you sure you are full?” Yixing questions as he pats my head.

“I’m full. I want to answer anymore questions you have for me as soon as possible. I don’t want worry to be weighing down on your minds like I know it is right now. So to answer you question,” I take a deep breath to try and calm my racing heart and ease the burning in my cheeks. “I would have to handle it by myself. Jin or Namjoon hyung would lie to our superiors that we had a lead about some group of powerful alphas so we could leave base. When we were far enough away from everyone they would send me off to a cave with some previsions and I would um, take care of myself for that week.”

Suho grimaces, “Did they leave you out there by yourself while in heat? What if some wolves came along and caught your scent?”

“Jin hyung stayed close by but Namjoon hyung had to take the others farther away so they wouldn’t feel tempted to come after me.”

“What about when your pack members would be in rut?”

“Whenever a solider was in rut they would kick him out of camp until he could handle himself. Kookie was the only one who ever actually tried to do anything to me and he stopped the moment he realized what he was doing.”

Kai snarls, “What the hell did the little punk do?”

“He crossed a line and I made sure to let him know. The rest of the pack gave him hell so you have nothing to worry about.”

“But you do,” Chen hums with an amused smile, “One of your mates will be going into rut here soon and the rest of usually follow.”

Again the room goes silent, my face is burning with embarrassment, “Really? How soon is soon?”

“Chen,” Kris warns.

“What Hyung?” Chen fakes innocent, “Embarrassed to talk about your rut? It’s a completely normal thing that you have gone through before, but this will be your first time with a mate. Don’t tell me your aren’t excited. I’m over the moon at the thought.”

The room fills with strong alpha pheromones that have me sinking into my seat. Kris is on his feet, his eyes a brilliant gold, “We need to go for a run, now, apparently everyone has too much energy. Everyone out!” The group of men quickly pushes away from the table and rush towards the back doors that lead to the forest. Kris is the last one, his hands are gripping the table, eyes closed tightly for a moment while he tries to rein in his wolf. When he opens his eyes again they are their usual brown. “I am sorry about that.”

“These are things we need to talk about, no need to apologize. Now go for your run, I’ll be fine here.” I try to wave him away but he shakes his head.

“You haven’t transformed into a wolf for a long time, this would be a good time to do it.”

“I can’t control myself very well when I’m like that, I don’t want to do something wrong.”

He chuckles, “You won’t do anything wrong, plus don’t you want to show us your wolf? I’m dying to see what you look like. I bet the rest of the pack is too.” He holds a hand out to me that I quickly accept not wanting to keep all the others waiting. “You can take off your clothes in here so come out when you are ready okay?”

I want to disagree again but I close my mouth when I see the stern look on his face. He gives me a smile before walking the way the rest of them went, leaving me alone to transform. I sigh, it has been so long since I’ve transformed and I’m actually scared of how I’m going to do once I step on the snow-covered ground. But a small howl comes from the living room and I know it’s them telling me to come. I slowly begin sheading Yixing’s clothes and for a minute I just stand there with my arms wrapped around my trembling body. My chests rises and falls as I take long deep breaths, relaxing as much as I can.

I grunt when I feel my bones start t contort, my shoulders go back before shifting legs send me forward on all fours. A snarl leaves my chest as my bones begin to crack before snapping back into place. It doesn’t hurt like the first time I transformed but it isn’t the most pleasant feeling now either. My fur pours out of my pores until I’m completely covered sandy colored hair. I can’t hold in the howl that rips threw my lungs and fills the empty house.

My ears ring as the world buzzes around me. It has been so long since my senses have been this sensitive. It is strange walking on all fours again after so long, I don’t imagine I look very graceful as stumble into the living room and out on to the patio but they are looking at me with the golden eyes I suddenly feel beautiful. My omega status is obvious in my wolf form, I have never been so thankful for the military’s rule against transforming. There is only so much I can hide. Being half the size of an alpha that isn’t something I can hide. Kris tires to approach me but Chanyeol happily hops in the way, making the head alpha growl. Chanyeol sniffs the air around me before going straight for my neck. I jump back surprised by his sudden attack.

That’s all it takes to have the others rushing over and tackling the other to the ground. Yixing comes in between me and the fight breaking out, a small whine of concern comes from the sweet man. He leans down so we are nose to nose, I lick his nose softly to let him know I’m okay, just surprised. I happily nuzzles into his neck breathing in his sweet scent when another wolf appears next to me. Kyungsoo is there glaring at the older, obviously upset with our closeness.

Kris comes over to defuse the situation pushing both boys away. I don’t know what he says to them through their pack bond but they part like the red sea. Head alpha nudges me forward into the snow, I know he wants to have fun in my wolf form but I already feel the urge to run when I see the massive forest at the edge of the field. But when he pushes me forward again I quickly follow his orders and my urges. Without anymore persuasion I shoot past all of them straight to the forest. Apparently that is not what Kris wanted because the next thing I know they are running after me, their snarls echoing through the forest. Of course they can easily catch up to me but not before I catch the scent of my pack near by. I didn’t think I could reach this far so quickly but apparently I am a lot faster than I thought.

Kookie! Jiminie! Taetae! Hobi! Hyungs! I scream gleefully, briefly forgetting the group of alphas only feet behind me. The idea of showing them I transformed has me smiling in my mind but that smile is quickly wiped away when someone tackles me. I roll on to my back to see Kai leering over me his teeth bared. My heart stops and I let out a small whimper. Out of nowhere a black wolf takes Kai down, they roll together, nipping at each others throats, Jongin manages to get on top of the younger wolf


My pup whines when the older bites down on his throat, his hind legs kicking in a panic. I rush over and try to push Jongin off but he’s too strong for me. The others only watch with a bit of satisfaction in their eyes that makes me snarl. Without hesitation I bite Jongin’s leg, he jumps but doesn’t move away, from Kookie whine I think he actually bites harder. A second later my thought is confirmed when the smell of Jungkook’s blond enters my nostrils. I jump at Jongin again and again but he won’t budge. Kookie’s whines become more frantic, our pack must hear us. They come rushing into the forest in their human form.

“What the hell is going on?” Namjoon roars, my pack bare their teeth at the site of Jungkook on his back and me whining in obvious distress.

The black dragons return the action. Kris comes forward with obvious irritation in his eyes. I look to Namjoon, begging him with my eyes to help Kookie.

“Get off our pup!” Jin commands.

Kai snarls.

I scratch at his side gently hoping it might work but when his eyes flick to me they are still red. I do it again and again my whines becoming more and more desperate. But he continues to ignore me.

“Are you trying to make her hate you?” Yoongi snaps, “That pup matters more to her than all of you combined!”

Wrong thing to say. Jungkook screams, I charge at Jongin one last time but fail. With no other choice I transform, ready to beg of his life if that’s what it takes. On my knees my legs are buried in the snow, my whole body bared but I don’t care. My fingers tangle in Jongin’s fur, I rest my forehead on his rib cage and beg, “Please stop. Please don’t kill my pup. I can’t loose anymore of my family.” Tears are streaming down my face, my body is trembling from the cold and the small cries vibrating in my chest.

“You idiot! It’s fucking freezing! You can’t transform!” Jin tries to run to me but half of my mates get in between us, Yixing wraps himself around me to keep the cold at bay but I push him away.

Glaring over my shoulder I snap, “Now you want to help?”

His mouth opens as if he is trying to say something but it snaps closed when his eyes scan my back. Scars, so many scars from punishments and raids gone wrong. Is he just noticing them now? I look back to Jongin and gently tug on his fur.

“Hyung please,” I mumble softly. He releases Jungkook’s throat, he slowly steps away allowing me to collapse on top of my pup. I rest my head on his chest and let out a sigh of relief. “I thought you were going to die,” I admit quietly. Kookie rolls over, a small whine escaping his muzzle. Our press our forehead together, “I know I said I would never beg but I was so scared. I can’t loose you Kookie, I can’t let you die because of me.”

“Insoo what the hell is going on?” Namjoon questions.

“I’m sorry Hyung, I got excited when I transformed and rushed here to show you guys because I got so excited.”

“But what’s with all the hostility?” Hobi gulps.

“I’m not sure,” I confess. “Jongin hyung tackled me and Kookie came to try and save me and things just got so messy.”

“Can you get out of the way before she fucking freezes?” Jin spits. He must have ran inside quick. In his arms are some of my clothes that my mates will probably not approve of because of the scent. But right now I couldn’t care less. I stand up and walk past my mates to Jin. I happily accept the clothes, noticing the intense atmosphere when my mates notice the scars on my back. I throw on the long sleeve shirt and pull on the wore out pair of jeans. Jin nicely helps me with my boots and jacket. “There all better.”

“Thank you Hyung.”

“Now you should get going,” He pats my head.

I curse, “What? You expect me to go back with them after that?”

“They probably thought you were coming to run off with us or something. Go home and talk.”


“Insoo,” He warns. “You can’t expect this to be simple. This is going to take a lot of work. If you expect them to understand you, you have to understand that they are going to be possessive.”

“But I want to be with you guys!”

“Tomorrow, okay? We can spend time together tomorrow okay?” He pulls me into a hug. “I know this is hard but you have no idea how hard it would be to be a part from them. Plus they saw your back they are going to be concerned.”

I sigh but turn around. Kookie runs up to me and licks my cheek, I pat his head with a smile, “See you tomorrow pup. Stop causing trouble.” I walk closer to my mates and try to pick who I hate the least at the moment. Yixing, Kris, and Jongin, can go fuck themselves right now. None of them helped so it’s hard to decide. Jongdae is staring at me with big eyes that draw me towards him, “Jongdae hyung, can I ride on your back?”


“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” I end with a firm glare directed at the doe eyed man who asked.

Luhan frowns, “I know you are upset with us right now but we want you to be able to talk to us even if we are in a bad spot. Insoo you have scars all over your body, what are they from?”

I groan, “They are from years of abuse and torture in a slave army, what do you think they are from?”

“Insoo,” Kris warns.

“I’m sorry, am I being insensitive? I imagine it’s really hard to think about all the things that could have happened, I have no idea what it must be like to think about things like that. It’s not like I had to go through it.”

“You need to go cool down,” Kris commands.

“Oh really? Are you going to make me?”

“I don’t want to make you but if I have to I will.”

I scoff, “You really think you can make me?”

He grabs my hand and pulls me along. We leave the others behind, they huff and mumble to each other about me and I’m guessing about what could happened to me to get so many scars. Kris doesn’t say anything as he drags me up the stairs and to the door all the way at the end of the hall. I don’t put up much of a fight when he throws me inside and stomps into the closet. He emerges with a t-shirt in his hand that he tosses at me.



He growls, “I am going to talk with my pack. I want to be out of those stinky clothes by the time I get back.”

“You can’t talk to me like that! I am not some pathetic omega you can just order around!.”

“I am speaking to you the same way I speak to any other disobedient alpha. Regardless of the fact you are my mate I will not let you disrespect my pack like that. This not how I want to talk to my mate but you are leaving me no option.”

“You guys attacked my pack today!”

“Because we were all horrified that they were trying to runaway with you.”

“I told you I didn’t want to go for a run! I told you I would do something wrong but you assured me there is nothing I could do wrong!”

He is silent for a minute, “I’m sorry for raising me voice and speaking so rudely to you.”

“I’m sorry for snapping.”

“I really need to talk to the others so can you please change out of those clothes? I’ll be back in a little while.” He turns on his heel and leaves. I stare at the shirt in my hand before pulling off my clothes like an upset child. The shirt is like a dress on me, I grumble to myself about finding some pants but I really don’t want to go digging through things and start another fight. I eye up his bed for a minute before crawling on to it. It smells like firewood a scent that warms my insides. I bury myself in the blankets and pillows hoping if I dig deep enough I’ll just disappear.

God I made such a mess. I should have controlled my wolf and my mouth better. How could I let things get so out of control? Kookie could have died today. My mates don’t trust me and pretty much hate me right now. Did they really think I was just going to run? Do they really think that little of me? I want to scream and cry but all I can do burrow deeper into Kris’s scent. Maybe this will be better when I wake up.

I can only hope.

I’m so sorry if this sucks, I’m half asleep and wanted to finish this while I still have the determination!

All Dogs Go to Heaven (Batfam)

Requested by an anon

Summary: Batmom’s dog passes away and the family tries to support her.

Warning(s): DOG Death :(

“Lobo?” You questioned through the manor, peering into each room until you saw the ball of fluff laying on the floor.

“Lobo, you dingbat, what’re you doing in here?” You bent at the waist to peer down at the dog you’ve had since you were little before you frowned, “Lobo?”

Instinctively, your eyebrows furrowed and you got down on the floor in front of him. Your hands propped yourself up as Lobo tiredly snuck his nose under your palm and nuzzled it, signaling he wanted to be pet. Something was wrong and you could sense it, the dog was always by your side and when you came back from getting groceries you had that sinking feeling after he didn’t sprint to meet you.

“Bruce?!” You called out, unsure of what to do, you never had to deal with a situation like this before… and you didn’t want to deal with it now!

Bruce had to have been in the cave, because it was a full two minutes later before his heavy feet were heard rushing through the halls. In those two minutes, tears welled up in your eyes, fearing the absolute worst. Of course, you knew this day would come eventually, but you didn’t want it to be today.

“(Y/N)?!” Bruce questioned, obviously worried, until his eyes wandered to the white mass of fluff now cuddled in your arms.

The rest of the family that was in the mansion appeared behind him and rushed towards you when they realized it concerned the dog they had come to know and love. Cass frowned deeply and rested a hand on the stomach of the dog while Damian crouched beside her.

Dick rushed forward and looked from you to Bruce in a panicked manner, “Can’t we take him to the vet?!”

You shook your head, even though you didn’t want to, “No, he won’t make it. I just,” You sobbed and took a breath, “I just want to hold him.”

Tears streamed down your face and with a somber look Dick kneeled next to you, placing a hand on your back. With a tired, small howl, Lobo pawed at your nose, making you simultaneously laugh and sob harder. His dark eyes stared right up at you as if he knew what was happening and he knew why you were crying. Bringing his fluffy body closer to you, you pressed your face into his fur.

When you looked up for a moment, Cass had tears streaming down her face while Damian had tears threatening to pour from his own. Bruce crouched on the other side of you and slid an arm around your shoulder. Lobo gladly positioned himself so that his belly was in the air while you held him, making it accessible to the other family members, who obliged somberly in rubbing it through their tears.

No one said anything else, just the sounds of soft sobs filled the air as Lobo’s heavy pants began to slow into small, quick breaths. His eyes were focused on you, very occasionally looking to the other family members. With each family member he met eyes with, they sobbed harder, locking eyes with those innocent dark orbs. Not one of them held back their tears, not wanting to be the “bigger” person this time.

Your arms were wrapped around him tightly yet lovingly as everyone seemed to get closer, embracing each other. His little heartbeat began to fade and you sobbed, your head leaning to the side to rest on Bruce’s shoulder. Lobo reached up and pawed your nose again and you laughed softly through your tears before he closed his eyes. You felt his heartbeat slow until it was nothing and you pulled his body up to your face.

“He’s gone,” You let out a sobbing whine and immediately everyone around you got even closer to comfort not only you but themselves.

Almost a half hour later all the tears to cry had been cried and all five of you were slumped together. Damian gladly leaned into Dick and hugging Cassandra. Bruce was the first to pull away, wiping his own eyes yet keeping a somber look. He looked to each of his family members and rubbed your back gently.

“We’ll give him the best funeral we can,” Bruce assured you with a soft nod.

You nodded in return slowly letting go of your childhood friend so Bruce could pick up the mass of white fluff from your arms. Damian pulled Titus close and buried his face into the dogs neck, reminded that one day he would go through the same with Titus. The gray dog nuzzled his master, seeming to sense the mood and sat still next to Damian.

The next day you were ready for the funeral, in major thanks to Bruce who organized the very nice arrangements. The rest of the family cleared their schedules immediately when they found out, knowing how much your dog meant to you. When everyone was at the mansion, the air felt calming and for that you were grateful. Bruce arranged for the headstone Lobo deserved to be finished in less than a day’s time, no doubt in part to his title and monetary donation.

Lobo’s little plot of land sat right next to Martha and Thomas, where Bruce assured you they would look after him. You knew as Jason, Bruce, and Dick lowered the doggy sized casket that no other dog could replace the memories that you and Lobo created throughout your lifetimes. Yet at the same time you knew your heart longed to hold a dog in your arms again. And a little voice at the back of your head wished you had a dog to help you through the tough time in front of you right now…

Originally posted by howlingforfree

Werewolf! Ashton

Words: 4.6k

Warning: smut, tying up wit rope

Summary: Y/N rescues a wolf and patches it up when it’s bleeding. Little does she know that this wolf could turn into a human and show her the best time of her life. 


“Y/N” the barrister said. I looked up from the sugar pot I had been staring at for at least 3 minutes and walked over to the man holding my strawberry and cream cooler. I thanked the man before making my way outside. God bless Starbucks for staying open for 24 hours. It was 1am and I had just finished my course work at the college library. It had taken me three week’s to complete the whole project and was due in tomorrow, which I thought I’d spend the whole night completing it. That was a bad idea as now the only thing keeping me from collapsing was the wetness of the cooler in my hand. The coldness of it dripping over my hand. 

I walked down the road to my house, the street lights lighting up the grey pavement. There was a fews whistles of wind as it made my tartan scarf flap behind me slightly. I sucked onto the see-through straw, watching the pink liquid shoot up. I heard the screeching of tyres come around the corner and a car speed past me. Some people are so impolite at this time of night, people are sleeping but no you have to speed round corners and cause a commotion. I followed the path round the corner past the alleyway but not before hearing a whimper. I looked into the ally way, seeing a large brown animal. Was it a dog?

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anonymous asked:

Fox!Hux Kylo is a photographer and has his assignment to take pictures of his fox(Hux) and no one else can take cause foxes don't like having there picture taken So he has Hux and all his 8 kids in the pictures Hux maybe trying to control the pups

“This is impossible.”

Kylo’s legs have gone numb from sitting on the hard ground for too long, waiting for Hux to round up their eight foxlings for a photograph.

It’s been forty-two minutes since the family had left their home, walking to the grand woodland that’s just behind their house with the hopes of Kylo getting some good shots of the foxes all together for his demanding boss.

Hux, in his fox form, darts left and right between the trees, picking up the wandering pups up by the scruff of their necks, plonking them back down in the clearing in the hopes that they’ll sit still for a few minutes for Kylo to take photographs.

“Hux,” Kylo shouts, camera in his lap, shifting his legs crossed underneath him in attempt to get comfier on the forest floor. “Rosie just ran behind you.”

The fox looks at him and growls, turning around to intercept his daughter’s escape. The little pup whines at her capture but immediately leaps on her siblings once Hux places her back down in the middle. Kylo can’t help but chuckle, watching his fluffy fox children tumble and play with one another despite their mother’s attempts to get them all in the frame.

But at Kylo’s laugh three of the pups leap forward to their Papa and begin trying to climb on him, one tugging at the strap of his camera, one nestling into the gap in his folded legs, the third nudging his hand as though asking to be held.

“Milo, let go of that,” Kylo says, picking up Elyse and being careful not to pull too hard against the pup’s teeth as he tries to free the leather strap from his mouth. From his lap, Sammy mewls, nuzzling his father as though settling in for a long nap. “Hux, help.”

He hears Hux let out a series of small howls, and all of the pups immediately look to their mother, seeing him strutting over to where Kylo sits. Milo immediately drops the strap and leaps on Kylo, seeking protection, but Hux grabs his pup and huffs.

Kylo rolls his eyes.

“I know, I know you said only bring four but we couldn’t leave the others at home, could we?”

Hux yips twice quickly.

“Techie,” Kylo says, and Hux nods. “I suppose we could’ve left them with your brother, yeah.”

Kylo reaches out to stroke behind Hux’s ears, and to his surprise, his mate allows him to. Hux sets his paw on Kylo’s leg before turning around to where the other five kits roll around playing.

Kylo raises his camera, adjusting the lens before taking photos of Hux setting his pup down among the rest of his litter before sitting proudly amongst them whilst they plan.

And in Kylo’s mind, he can’t help but imagine all of his foxlings in their other forms, Hux sat in the middle of them whilst they climb on him and reach for him, wanting attention. He imagines Elyse’s long red hair blowing wildly in the wind, he imagines Sammy being the one to nestle in his mother’s arms, and he imagines Hux glowing amongst his children.

Their children.

anonymous asked:

Cubone/mimikyuu hcs if it's not too much? Thanks!

ANON, THESE ARE TWO OF MY FAVORITE POKEMON AND I CAN’T THINK OF THEM AS ANYTHING BUT MY SAD LITTLE CHILDREN THAT I SAVED FROM BEING ALONE FOREVER. Like, I have almost an entire team of Pokemon that have sad backstories, just because I want to take care of them and love them so they don’t have to cry anymore. If you can understand that I can’t see them as anything more than my lovely Poke-kids, then read on; you get both. AND IN THE SAME TIMELINE. AND A SORT OF STORY.


You first discovered Cubone in your travels through a mountain range during the full moon. You were initially startled by the loud, sad crying as you emerged from a cave system onto a wide ledge. Before you, a ragged, twisted tree was silhouetted against the moonlight, and below it was the shadow of a small Pokemon. As you turned to re-enter the cave, the cry rang out again, and your heart twisted painfully. Tears sprang to your eyes as you heard this small creature pitifully howling, sadness screaming into the sky. You turned back to it and looked a little closer to see tears streaming from its eyes, running down the skull it was wearing on its head. It let out another heart-wrenching cry that trailed off suddenly, and it collapsed to the ground, sobbing quietly. You couldn’t take it, and you ran forward, picking up the poor creature in your arms and trying to console it. It clung to you, crying more and more as the moon rose above, and you could feel tears running down your face at this small Pokemon’s pain. After a time, it fell quiet, and you looked down at it to find it had fallen asleep in your arms. Without a word, you called your flying Pokemon and left the ledge, vowing to never give this poor thing a reason to ever have to cry again. And since that night, it never has.

(By the way, I’m actually crying right now. Like, actually. I have so many feels for this sweet little guy, you don’t understand. I’m a Gen 1 player, and I seek out a Cubone ASAP in EVERY playthrough of any Pokemon game, keeping it in my party until after the story concludes. And even then, I keep it because I love it so. I have a Pokewalker with a Cubone in it that I carry everyday.)


It was a few years later that you took a trip to the Alolan Islands, and both you and Cubone were excited about what you would find there. After travelling around and seeing so many sights (as well as catching an Alolan Marowak), you stumbled upon an abandoned store by a black sand beach. You and Cubone wandered around it, curious about what might have been left behind, when a tiny, cloth covered creature was seen following you around. You weren’t sure at first, but you finally caught a glimpse of it when you turned a sharp corner around a shelf. After a couple more minutes, you hid behind a shelf and waited for it to come around. When it did, it acted more afraid of you than you were of it. It immediately took off and hid behind a large Pikachu pokedoll, and you couldn’t help but notice that the covering it sported looked similar. After a bit of coaxing, you managed to get it to come out, but it seemed very frightened, almost as though it expected you to attack it or something. Your heart ached at its broken-hearted vibe, and you asked Cubone to bridge the gap for you. After a brief talk, the little Mimikyu hopped happily up and down, squeaking excitedly. It came up to you, still a bit hesitant, but not afraid anymore. You offered your hand, and it hesitated briefly before shaking it with its shadowy clawed arm. It hopped around afterward, clearly overjoyed, and it made you smile to have another friend for your journey. Cubone laughed and hopped with it, and it made you giggle; looks like your family was growing.

Be gone: Chapter 3 - Transformation

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Chapter 1: The voice
Chapter 2: Sick
Word count: 680
Warnings: violence, dread/angst

In the evening, Signe came to visit Jack. She had watched his statement on YouTube, being a little disappointed about Jack not telling her first, but still extremely concerned, especially after his strange call. She supposed that it was connected to his sickness.

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I tried to keep these headcanons as lighthearted as possible but i got a lotta feelings abt my main man Coran so here have these headcanons that made me cry while I wrote them

(also if ur a shaladin dont touch my post k thanks)

  • Coran is very in tune and observant, especially with emotions. He can read people like an open book like it’s no big deal.
    • He tends not to take action simply because the paladins need to learn to rely on each other, but he will if absolutely necessary.
    • He can tell when Lance or Hunk are homesick, when Pidge hits a slump and misses her family, when Shiro has particularly bad nightmares about the Galra, or when Keith gets too caught up in his own thoughts
    • Coran usually suggests some Altean meal for Hunk to bake, or something he needs help with. For Lance, he asks him questions about Earth, or his nighttime routine and what he recommends. He mentions a modification Pidge can make to her lion, or gives her tech to take apart and put back together. Coran will gently talk certain things out with Shiro, or just put a hand on his shoulder or arm to keep him grounded.
    • Keith is a bit trickier for Coran, since he can easily weasel his way out of a confrontation. He tries to bring up some random history facts about Alteans, but when he lets it slip that there’s a library in the castle, Keith will grab a book and ask questions about it. Eventually, Coran brings Keith a book he might find interesting when he can tell Keith is feeling overwhelmed
  • Allura goes directly to Coran when she’s thinking about Altea or her father. Coran just pulls her into a hug and lets her cry it out while he fights back his own tears.
    • One night, Allura pulls away from the hug and tells him that it’s okay for him to grieve and that he lost so much too and the dam just breaks.
    • He and Allura cry together, mourning everything they’ve ever lost. The paladins find the two of them in sitting next to each other, Allura curled into Coran’s body and Coran’s arm wrapped protectively around her.
    • Lance drapes a blanket or two over them while Hunk gets some water and food for when they wake up.
  • On a lighter note, Coran is very pleased to find that some of his friends are still (somehow) kicking it ten thousand years later
    • Coran gets this bright look in his eye and he smiles so wide that it’s almost shocking, but everyone lets him enjoy some time with his friends because dammit, he deserves it
  • Coran is loves it when Lance acts goofy with him. It’s so relieving and such a nice break from feeling like he has the entire weight of the universe on his shoulders
    • Coran once tells Lance that he reminds him of his protege back on Altean, which he soon saw like his own son and Lance openly cries and hugs Coran
    • Coran cries a bit too, holding tightly onto Lance and making a silent vow that no one will ever hurt Lance ever again
  • Whenever Pidge or Hunk ask about the tech on the ship, Coran gets this gleam in his eye and starts talking super excitedly about it
    • He asks about Earth tech which was a small mistake
    • He practically howls with laughter and Pidge and Hunk ignore him for like a half hour
Temporary Tattoo

Bechloe One Shot:

Chloe had always gawked at Beca’s many tattoos. The bug on her forearm, the headphones on her wrist, the writing on her left upper forearm, and the flower that’s on the back of her right shoulder which Chloe remembers very fondly from the day she heard her singing in the shower. Chloe of course has her own bug tattoo. A ladybug. Simple, delicate, and easy to miss unless you’re really inspecting her. Beca’s tattoos however, are very evident. They were the second thing Chloe noticed about her that day at the fair, right behind her strikingly beautiful face.

Her eyes found the headphones on Beca’s wrist, as she stood before all the Bella’s telling some tale about the guy she saw crash his bike into the campus fountain. She was articulating with her left hand and her tattoo was a small blur. Chloe had never actually asked Beca about her tattoos. She felt that they were probably personal, and Beca didn’t do well with personal. Chloe knew a lot about Beca despite the walls she had tried so hard to keep up. Getting to know her had taken a lot of work though. Chloe never pried her for information. She always waited until Beca was vulnerable. Sometimes that was after a few shots of tequila at a party. Sometimes it was when she had stretched herself so thin and she was so tired that words like “pudding” and “illuminate” were amusing and fun to repeat out loud over and over again. And sometimes, on the rarest of occasions, it was when she had finally reached a breaking point, and she would come into Chloe’s room and curl up onto her bed into a tiny little ball, snuggle under the covers, and watch Chloe do homework on her laptop while silent tears flowed down her cheeks.

That’s how Chloe had heard about how Beca took her parent’s divorce. Chloe was working hard on an essay for Russian Literature late one night when her bedroom door opened. She looked up from her laptop, and standing before her was red-faced, exhausted looking Beca. She always was small, but in that moment, the brunette seemed even tinier than usual, and she looked so hurt. Chloe didn’t ask her what was up, she just scooted to one side of the bed and pulled back the covers. Beca climbed beneath them, and there was silence between them for almost forty minutes as Chloe worked, and then Beca spoke.

“My mom is engaged.”

Chloe didn’t look up from her typing, but replied with a simple, “Oh?”

“Yeah… She is moving to Florida in the spring. I didn’t even know she was dating anyone. She’s always keeping secrets from me. Like when she and Dad were getting divorced… I didn’t even know until I came home from school one day, and I noticed Dad’s car wasn’t in the driveway. I knew he should’ve been home from work, so I went in the house and found mom sitting on her bed. She wasn’t crying or anything. She was just looking at the ground. When I asked her where he was, she didn’t even look up, she just said ‘He left.’ That was it. No explanation. No I’m sorry. No hugs. Just two words…” When she didn’t continue, Chloe looked over at her and noticed her eyes were closed like she was willing away bad memories, but tears continued to escape her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Becs…”

Beca kind of scoffed, “Well, don’t be. It is what it is… I got over it. I just became used to her always making things as simple as possible. I cared for a little bit after he left. I would cry, you know, and ask her when Daddy was coming back and I’d cry about how much I missed him, like any little eleven year old would, and all she would say was “He’s not.” Then she would go off and do something like laundry, or maybe some work she had brought home with her. Eventually, I stopped asking. I just got used to him not being around, and just being a birthday card in the mail and a phone call on Christmas… But I guess I didn’t really get over it. I stayed bitter… But I always thought the bitterness was just at Dad. But today, when Mom called and all she had to say was “I’m engaged,” that stupid two-word response thing that she does, I realized just how angry I am for her just kind of emotionally shutting down… At least I know where I learned to build walls from…“ At that point, Chloe’s heart was breaking and she slid her laptop off to the side, and had scooped her small, and what seemed at that moment, very fragile friend into her arms and just held her for awhile as Beca composed herself.

It was those moments when Beca’s walls would fall and Chloe could catch short glimpses of the complex person beneath them. Chloe loved those moments. She loved learning more about the one person she could never fully figure out.

"Chlo, did you hear any of what I just said?” Beca was looking at her, as were all the Bellas

“No. Sorry. I kinda spaced. What?…”

Beca rolled her eyes and came over to her, “We were all talking about the guy I saw fall into the fountain, we all want to take a swim, and since tomorrow starts our spring break, we are going to go to the beach!”

Flo stood up, “Vamos a la playa, chica!”

Jessica and Ashley simultaneously started singing, “Let’s go to the beach, each, let’s go get away!”

All the other girls chimed in and started a giant singing fest in the living room of the Bella house. Beca smiled at Chloe, and stretched out her hand, “Let’s get to packing!”

Amy drove them all the next morning to the beach. They left really early in the morning, so the bus ride was pretty quiet. Chloe, being the early bird, was up two whole hours before any of the other girls, had loaded her stuff onto the bus, and was working on her second cup of coffee when Cynthia Rose, the first of the girls to be awake besides Chloe, came into the kitchen for breakfast. Now sitting on the bus, everyone but Amy and Chloe were asleep. Beca was on the inside seat with her head against the window. Chloe watched as her head would knock against the window every time Amy would hit a slight bump in the road. She reached over and pulled Beca’s head toward her until it rested on her right shoulder. Beca shifted, snuggling her face closer to Chloe’s neck, and looping her arm through Chloe’s. Chloe stretched out her hand and Beca wriggled her fingers between hers. They sat that way until they reached the beach.

Everyone was pretty much doing their own thing. Stacey had found some young guys more than willing to rub tanning oil on her back, Jessica, Ashley, and Cynthia Rose were all splashing around in the water. Amy was sitting underneath the umbrella in a beach chair chilling next to the cooler with all the alcohol, and Chloe wasn’t sure where the rest of the girls had disappeared to. Chloe grabbed her towel, spread it out, and pulled her book out from her bag. She had read a few pages when a voice sounded from behind her, “We came to the beach to have fun, nerd.” Beca was standing with her arms folded, squinting at her with a smile stretched across her face. Chloe could see the pink lotus tattoo peeking over her shoulder.

“You left me, dork. Where have you been?” She stood and walked over to her.

Beca motioned toward the buildings between the hotels that lined the beach up and down, “Just looking for a place to get a temporary tattoo.”

Chloe cocked her head to the side, “Why temporary? You have enough permanent ones. Temporary doesn’t make since.”

Beca grabbed her hand and pulled her along, “You always get temporary first to see if it is a good fit, come on Beale, don’t you know anything?” Chloe followed behind Beca to a little beach-wear shop. Along the far right wall, there were hundreds of tattoo designs. “Choose for me and I’ll choose for you.”

Chloe grinned, “Really?”

Beca shrugged, “Sure, why not?”

Chloe smiled and looked at the choices before her. Dolphins are too typical for a beach trip, and not Beca at all… Suns are no, butterflies are a no, birds no… “That one.”

“That one? Are you sure?”


Beca smiled, “Okay, where at?”

Chloe turned to her confused, “Huh?”

“Come on, Beale, keep up… Where at? Where am I putting this tattoo?” She stretched her arms out and spun in a circle.

Chloe raised up the bottom of Beca’s tank-top, “Right there.” She pointed to Beca’s hip bone.

“Okay. Now, my turn to choose for you.”

Two hours later, they both headed back to the other girls admiring there newly decorated bodies. “I like mine,” Chloe said as she looked over her left shoulder to see the beautifully adorned elephant that Beca had chosen for her.

“I like mine too, actually.” Beca raised up her shirt to reveal the small howling wolf that now covered her hipbone, and a little bit below her bikini bottoms.

“That’s good. I figured you would hate it.” Chloe nudged her playfully as they walked.

Beca continued to look at it, “Nah, you did alright, Chlo.”

It was 10:30 that night, and Chloe was stretched out on her bed in her and Beca’s hotel room mindlessly flipping through the channels on the television. “Ouch,” Chloe said as Beca flopped down on top of her.

“Dude, I’m bored. Let’s hit the hot tub!”

Chloe shoved her off, “I just took a shower…”

Beca grabbed her shoulders and shook her, “This is spring break. Where is my ginger with all the jiggle?”

Chloe sighed, “Fine…”

They were the only people at the hotel hot tub. “Where’s everybody at?” Chloe asked as she slipped into the warm water and placed her back against a massaging jet.

Beca slipped in across from her, “Oh, it closed at 10. We are kind of breaking hotel rules right now.”

“Oh, well, figures,” Chloe laughed. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun making her new temporary tattoo visible to Beca.

“I like your elephant. It suits you. I did good.”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Hey, why did you choose the elephant anyway?”

Beca shrugged, “I don’t know. You’re smart, so are elephants. You like peanuts, so do elephants. Elephants are cute…”

“Aww, are you saying I’m cute, Becs?” Chloe smiled widely at her.

Beca’s face reddened, “Don’t put words in my mouth. I said elephants are cute.”

Chloe swam over beside her, “You aren’t denying it. Just admit it. You think I’m cute, don’t you, Mitchell?”

Beca played it off, “Okay, Ms. Thing… Why did you pick a wolf for me?”

Chloe looked at her sincerely, “Well, wolves are strong animals. On their own, they are majestic, powerful, and beautiful. They are fierce. Much like you. But, they are also very pack orientated. They are loyal and protectors of those that they care about and if anybody tries to cross their pack, it’s hell to pay. Just like with you when people try to mess with the Bellas. You may think you are a lone wolf, but really you are our pack leader.”

Beca stared at her for a few seconds, “Whoa… You really thought about that tattoo, huh?” Chloe smiled, shrugged, and started moving her hand swiftly back and forth under the water. “So you think I’m beautiful. That’s what I got out of that.”

Chloe smirked, “Oh, shut up, Beca.” She splashed water towards her dampening the right side of her head.

“Oh no… You did not just start a splash war with me. This is serious business. I don’t think you understand how hardcore I am when it comes to-” Beca’s speech was interrupted by a big wave of water smacking her in the face.

“No, I think I do want to start this war. I’m winning,” Chloe laughed.

“It’s on.” Beca pulled her arm back behind her and then thrust it forward causing a huge wave to flow right into Chloe’s face, drenching her whole head. Beca swiftly floated in behind her before Chloe had time to recover, and pinned Chloe’s arms across her own chest. “What now, Chlo? You can’t use your arms. Whatcha gonna do now, huh? Hold your breath!” Beca let her fill her lungs then she dunked her under into the warm water. “Who’s winning this war? Oh, that’s right. That would be me!” She dunked her again.

“Beca…” Chloe moaned in playful frustration.

“Say I’m the best, and I’ll let you go.”


Beca started to lift Chloe up to dunk her again, “Say it. Say it, Chloe, or you’re going under again.”

“Wait! Okay… Okay… You’re the best.”

“Thank you!” Beca dunked Chloe under again, this time letting her go.

“What the hell?” Chloe wiped the water from her eyes.

Beca laughed and then said, “You knew I was going to dunk you again. It had to be done. I am the alpha.”

Chloe turned her back to her, folded her arms, and made a hateful “Hmph” sound. Beca swam up and hugged her from behind, resting her cheek on Chloe’s tattooed shoulder. “Oh, Chloe… Don’t be mad at me… Please?” Chloe’s arms tightened closer to her chest. “Chloe… I’m sorry.” Beca placed a gentle kiss on the elephants head. Chloe felt heat rise to her cheeks, and her body stiffened, but this time for a different reason than just fake irritation. “Please, Chole…” Beca kissed her again.

Chloe turned around to face her. Beca looked into her eyes. A knot formed in the pit of Chloe’s stomach. There was something in Beca’s face. An innocent, playful, look, but at the same time it was mischievous and daring. “Please… Don’t be mad.” Beca kissed her left cheek this time. Chloe still said nothing, too stunned to actually form words, and also afraid that speaking might stop the moment from moving forward. “Please?” This time the kiss was on her right cheek. Chloe’s heart began to beat fast, and she could hear the thumping inside her ears. “Pretty please, Chlo?” Beca leaned forward with her head tilted slightly to the right and kissed Chloe’s lips gently. Chloe counted the seconds in her head. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Beca pulled away, red faced, but smiling. “Still mad, Beale?”

Chloe couldn’t find words, so instead she lurched forward planting her lips firmly against Beca’s. Beca stepped back until she was against the edge of the hot tub. She cupped Chloe’s face in her hands, and Chloe wrapped her legs tightly around Beca’s waste. Chloe, feeling more energized by the second, slipped her tongue into Beca’s mouth, finding that Beca was just as energized. Chloe let her hands wander up and down Beca’s sides as they kissed. She stopped the third time her fingers touched her bikini bottoms. “I think we should go upstairs.” Beca pushed her forehead to Chloe’s and nodded as she tried to catch her breath and compose herself. They got out of the water, wrapped themselves in a towel, and dashed up the three flights of stairs to their hotel room. Before Beca could even get the door fully closed, Chloe had shoved her against it, pressing her warm, soaked body hard against her. Beca kissed her fiercely, shoving her back against the wall. Chloe jumped wrapping her legs around Beca’s tiny, but extremely durable body. Beca carried her over to the bed closest to the window, and threw her onto it. She kissed her neck a few quick times, then pulled the curtains shut before climbing on top of her.

She slipped her fingers beneath Chloe’s bikini top and pulled it over her head and flung it across the room. Chloe felt Beca’s eyes examining her, and she suddenly became very self-conscious, but before she had time to act upon her insecurities,  Beca kissed between her breasts sending shivers all over her body. Chloe gripped at Beca’s back, then ran her hands down to her hips, before resting on her thighs just below her butt. Beca kissed all around Chloe’s stomach. Chloe let out small whimpers every time Beca’s lips got close to her hips or the top of her bikini bottoms. Beca ran her hands up Chloe’s sides, and Chloe lifted her arms above her head, so Beca could trail her hands over her rib cage. Beca hovered her mouth over Chloe’s breast for a few seconds then gently slipped her nipple into her mouth. Chloe arched her back and her chest heaved with excitement. Beca licked and nipped at Chloe’s neck, until Chloe sat up to remove Beca’s bikini top. Beca slid out of her own bottoms then pushed Chloe back to the bed before gripping Chloe’s bottoms between her teeth and slowly pulled them down to Chloe’s feet. She ever so slightly dragged her fingers back up Chloe’s leg, and brushed against her inner thigh. She moved Chloe’s legs further apart and then kissed all around Chloe’s entrance. She squirmed and moaned, and wiggled trying to get Beca to hit the spot that was dying to be touched, and finally she felt the warm push of Beca’s tongue inside her. “Oh, Becs…” Beca’s tongue moved swift and firm, and made Chloe’s head spin with arousing anticipation. Beca worked slowly, careful not to touch Chloe in the one spot she knew would drive her over the edge. Beca kissed and sucked, while running her hands up to Chloe’s breasts, and squeezing. Chloe’s moans were like music to her ears, and her heavy labored breathing meant it was time for Beca’s next move. She pulled away from her and climbed onto her sideways, making her very wet self push against Chloe’s extremely wet self, and she began to rock. She shifted her lower half against Chloe, slowly at first, but then could no longer make herself keep an even pace. Her rocking began to gain momentum, and she pushed herself hard into Chloe, feeling her slick clit rub against hers.

“Oh, fuck Chloe…”

Chloe was gripping her hair, and was biting on a pillow to stifle her moans. “Oh my god,” was all Beca could make out through the muffle of the pillow. Chloe arched up and let out a loud squeal of delight, and Beca felt her twitching beneath her. Beca knew it would be torture for Chloe if she kept going, but she was so close, and she saw no point in stopping. Beca continued to grind into her hard, making Chloe gasp and pull at her and the bed sheets. Chloe let out an exaggerated, “For fucks sake, Becaaa…” and that was all it took. Beca groaned and she slowed her grinding down and then collapsed on the bed beside Chloe. They laid there without speaking for a long time while they both tried catching their breath.

Chloe rolled over on top of Beca smiling, and kissed her gently. Then she curled up against her and ran her hand up and down Beca’s arm. “Hey, Becs, what’s with the stick bug tattoo?” she asked as she trailed over it with her fingers.

Beca laughed loudly for a few moments, “It isn’t supposed to be a stick bug… It’s a praying mantis. It was actually the first tattoo I got. When I was younger, my dad and I used to go camping every summer, especially since he wasn’t really around all that much… One morning, there was this weird shadow on the outside of the tent. I crawled out to see what it was, and I freaked out because it was this ugly bug that was huge and had crazy looking arms. My dad came out of the tent, told me what it was, and scooped it up in a jar so I could examine it closely without having to touch it. He told me that whenever a praying mantis showed up, it was because he was taking my dad’s prayers about me back to God. It’s stupid I know, but I was like twelve and it seemed really nice. But that was the last time we ever went camping… When I turned sixteen, my mom signed for me to get a tattoo, and I was going through some shit, and I felt like I could use a prayer or a miracle or something, and I thought about what he said, and I just got the mantis…”

Chloe smiled, “Hmm… I think that’s really sweet. What about the headphones? Why’d you get them?”

Beca looked at her blankly, “I love music. I thought that one was obvious?”

Chloe sat up and stuck her tongue out, “I didn’t know if it had a deep meaning or not…”

Beca said, “Nah, neither does the flower. I just thought it was pretty.”

“Oh… Well what about the writing in…”

“German. Nur menschlich. It means ‘only human.’ It is just a reminder that we are all only human. Everybody fucks up, so I can’t be super hard on myself when I fail, and it’s also a reminder to forgive and let go when people screw me over because, hey, we are all only human… So yeah, some of my tattoos are important to me.”

Chloe laid her head on Beca’s chest. This woman is so amazing, and full of surprises…

Beca grabbed Chloe’s hand and turned it to where her wrist was showing, “What’s up with your lady bug?”

“My mom and dad call me their Little Lady Bug. When I left for college, I wanted to take that with me. We were all very close…” Beca said nothing, but a smile stretched across her face. Chloe shivered as the air from the air conditioner in their room finally felt cold. She slipped off of Beca to climb under the covers.

Beca was inspecting her hip, and  then she slipped under the covers and put her face close to Chloe’s, “You know… I just may have to make this temporary tattoo permanent.”

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Request #2: Robbie and Daisy meet at an illegal street race

No Powers AU Meet-Cute with Dramatic Action and Sweet Moments

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Racing was in Robbie’s blood. His father knew it from the day Robbie was born, just like his father before him. All the Reyes men were racers, and Robbie was no exception.

As the night was reaching eleven o'clock, Robbie rolled up in his custom ‘69 Charger at the crowded parking lot of an abandoned furniture store in East Los Angeles. Reggaeton blasted through the warm, night air and the beats hummed through his chest. Several tricked-out cars painted in obnoxiously loud colors filled the space and were proudly shown off by their owners to the flocks of people gathered around. While some were just there to dazzle with their sweet sound systems and fancy LED light shows, there were a few mean-looking vehicles who came to play.

Robbie grinned as he reached and gently patted the dash of his beloved Charger, Lucy. She might be a classic beauty, but she could still give all the other guys a run for their money. He and his Uncle Eli had made sure of that.

Robbie pulled up into an empty spot where several of his friends had already gathered around to laugh, chat and drink the night away.

“There he is!” Juan announced as he draped one arm over Robbie’s open driver window while the other hand held his beer high in the air. “The man! The myth! The legend! The Ghost Rider!

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A Howl was Attended

I am back home from a small private Howl that took place this past weekend. For those that may not know the term, a howl just means a meeting or gathering of Therians in person, in real life. Bax and I traveled to North Dakota to meet two other Wolf Therians there. One actually traveled from Minnesota to meet us. There will hopefully be a more detailed blog later after I process and write down all of my thoughts. I did take some photos, and I recorded a video interview for Therian Nation. However, I want to get an okay to share the photos first. I also need permission to share the final cut and edited version of the video interview before it can go public. I will let everyone know about the progress of that in a couple weeks. Hopefully, it won’t take me any longer than that to put the final video together.