𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 ♡

♡   /   love's strange, so real in the dark. think of the tender things that we were working on. slow change may pull us apart when the light gets into your heart.

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☁️  —  a mumu blog for crystalgrovehq written by deni ( she/they, est, 21+ )

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💄  ashleigh murray, cis woman, she/her.  ⋇  popped bubblegum, jazzercise tapes, rattling cans of hairspray  ⋯  well if it ain’t iris golding from the north district!  they’re a beloved member of crystal grove, been here her whole life now.  that thirty three year old works as an owner at thread and needle when they’re not busy dancing the night away.  and it’s clear from their sandalwood and jasmine scent they’re a beta.  they’re known to be energetic but reserved as well, but you didn’t hear that from me.

🎥  avan jogia, cis man, he/him  ⋇  rolls and rolls of film, red-tinted sunglasses and dark circles under eyes  ⋯  well if it ain’t bodhi sethia from north crystal! they’re a beloved member of crystal grove, been here for about two years now. that thirty year old works here as the owner of den rentals when they’re not busy filming. and it’s clear from their almond scent they’re a beta. they’re known to be sincere, but cynical as well, but you didn’t hear that from me.

🌿  park jimin, cis man, he/him.  ⋇  heather gray hoodies, rain on a window pane and the soft give of soil underfoot  ⋯  well if it ain’t sehun ahn from downtown!  they’re a beloved member of crystal grove, been here for a few months now. that twenty five year old works as a tour guide and researcher at the environmental center when they’re not busy hiking.  and it’s clear from their cedar scent they’re an alpha. they’re known to be confident but anxious as well, but you didn’t hear that from me.    

🐚  kim chungha, cis woman, she/her  ⋇  jars of seashells and sand, playing mermaids in the water and the taste of cherry chapstick. ⋯  well if it ain’t daphne ahn from crystal harbor! they’re a beloved member of crystal grove, been here for about her whole life now. that twenty five year old works here as a vendor at the boardwalk when they’re not busy making jewelry. and it’s clear from their raspberries and sea salt scent they’re an omega. they’re known to be opportunistic, but devious as well, but you didn’t hear that from me. 

💸  wong yukhei, agender, he/him.  ⋇  linen suits and floral button downs, stamps on a passport and a wicked glint   ⋯  well if it ain’t jovi kam from the south district!  they’re a beloved member of crystal grove, been here for about twenty years.  that twenty four year old works here as the owner of the black herring when they’re not busy spending money.  and it’s clear from their ginger and seagrass scent they’re an alpha.  they’re known to be sensitive but careless as well, but you didn’t hear that from me.  

🍾  fah yongwaree, cis woman, she/her  ⋇  trails of black silk, a studio spotlight, catching every mirror ⋯  well if it ain’t deva wichayanee from the south district! they’re a beloved member of crystal grove, been here for about eighteen years now. that twenty four year old works here as a tv anchorwoman when they’re not busy crafting pottery. and it’s clear from their sugarcane scent they’re a beta. they’re known to be perfectionistic, but forceful as well, but you didn’t hear that from me

💎  park seonghwa, cis man, he/him  ⋇  wearing two faces, family dinners around a table, notebooks stashed out of sight  ⋯  well if it ain’t euan moon from the south district!  they’re a beloved member of crystal grove, been here for about their whole life now. that twenty three year old works here as the clerk at city hall when they’re not busy drawing comics. and it’s clear from their honey scent they’re an alpha omega. they’re known to be conscientious, but secretive as well, but you didn’t hear that from me.

📟  xiao dejun, cis man, he/him  ⋇  coffee at midnight, a chip tune track and starched shirt  ⋯  well if it ain’t sean luo from downtown! they’re a beloved member of crystal grove, been here for about his whole life. now that twenty two year old works here as a law student and intern when they’re not busy suffering. and it’s clear from their green apple scent they’re a beta. they’re known to be tenacious, but persnickety as well, but you didn’t hear that from me.

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pcmegranate​:

“ yes, but not like that, sehunnie. please, no doctor!” winter can feel his heart beating in his throat. right now, he’s not sure what’s worse — the mating, or the fact that he’s solely responsible for it. they’ve fought about suppressants before, because sehun refused to stop taking his precious pills, and the omega is positive that the other isn’t going to forgive him if he were to find out that he messed with them. “ no, you’re wrong. the moon goddess has everything to do with this! my heat cycle, your rut cycle — that’s all her doing. why aren’t you listening to me??” a slight crown creases his brow, lips pursing together before releasing a frustrated huff as the alpha disappears into the bathroom. this is not good, not good at all, and he’s running out of ideas to stop sehun from seeing the doctor. the omega picks his robe off the floor and quickly slips it on before running after the other. “ because — um, maybe the moon goddess isn’t upset with you, but just concerned, sehunnie. like, about your health, about your knot…” he stammers slightly, eyes widening when sehun reaches for the bottle of pills. “ she… she just wants your knot to be safe and healthy, you know? so, maybe she did something to your pills, because they are really, really bad for you. and a doctor will just give you more of them, that’s not going to help either of us, right?” 

blaming this on the moon goddess makes sehun’s head hurt. more than it already does  —  with the dehydration and soreness settling after the rude awakening. “i am listening. i just think you’re wasting time,” he says, and sounding patient is becoming very difficult. the phone’s still a room away, winter’s still in a robe, they’re continuing to talk about the goddess and cycles and pills and sehun is desperate for fresh air. “winter, i went into rut during your heat. we mated and worse, there’s a chance you could be pregnant. do you understand what i’m telling you?” sehun’s calm. he is. controlled and stern in the voice when he takes a breath and looks winter in the eye, “this is serious, and you’re blaming this on a goddess taking care of a knot which is— offensive, i’m sure. we need a doctor for medical advice. i don’t want to tell you what to do, but you have to go take a shower. now. i’m not having this discussion with you any more.” sehun heads to the common area what he’s sure the land line is, looking at the pills from his bag in their small orange container and—  odd. they don’t match the ones from the back of winter’s cabinet. the etched prescription markers on the capsules’ sides are missing and sehun frowns, stops by a kitchen counter to take a closer look.  

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acallosity​:

“I’m in power because I know what strings to pull and whose ears to scratch.” The menu isn’t quite to her liking, having a rather refined taste for coffee, and Nikita sips at her glass of ice water. “Now if you think I’m one to be fully trusted, well clearly you haven’t been paying attention. Power isn’t really my interest though. Money has more power than I could ever have and I very much enjoy my money.” She enjoys alphas with power too but keeps that personal detail to herself. “But while I’m staying here, for however long that ends up, I like to know what’s going on around me.” She taps a finger on the table for a moment, thinking. “Since pack life clearly isn’t your forte, I’ll move onto my next topic. I hear you have a knack for herbology, is that right?”

sehun doesn’t have anything to offer her on money and power. he has little of either. unattached for a reason. trust, though, is a feeling he guards closely. necessary  —  even for people he’d call friends. in the last couple of months sehun’s grown slack. he’s learned his lesson. “i work at the environmental center,” sehun answers with a raised brow. it’s an odd turn of conversation. one he didn’t anticipate, but— “herbology, though. that’s a specific field of study.” sehun looks at her, the well-tailored dress and expensive handbag. clean hair cut and manicure, like the wealthy women who throw money at charity events and attend premier openings at the center for the tax right-offs. money. he leans back in his chair, “what do you want to know?” 

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stiigmas​:

       her response to his question pretty much confirms the answer he’s looking for but doesn’t press the issue further as deva quickly moves onto the next topic. “firstly, good luck to you with your auditions though you will probably pass them easily - they’d be an idiot not to give you the lead,” jason replies with a small smile towards his friend as he reclines against the back of the couch and cocks his head as he looks toward her. “and is that bad? is orion bad at this sort of thing? if so, why don’t they hire someone else?”

“i don’t want luck. i want the lead,” deva insists. “but, i appreciate your common sense in this.” deva and paris have worked too hard together to be passed over for the roles. she won’t let something pesky like auditions hurt her chances of taking what’s hers. “orion’s tolerable in his role,” she concedes with a dismissive flick of her hand. flips her hair over a shoulder, “he’s just incredibly unprofessional. lets his personal life affect his work, which is to say in the theater world he is a professional. besides, who else would they hire? who in this city knows anything?”

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cvllme​:

Hunter delivered the slow blink and smile as he caught the vibe of the other wolf and quickly thought of a flower that would more likely fit, well, her. “Ahem–Scratch and forget what I said. I think I know something that’ll fit your needs.” The omega came from behind the counter and went over to his white section to pick up a flower that looked like a lily. “This is a star lily. Usually I wouldn’t suggest lilies, but this particular one is safe for dogs, cats, horses–you see what I’m getting at. Comes in more colors and combos than I can think of.” He held the flower out to her to look for herself. “If you’re not digging this one I have a few ‘more elegant’ options for you to see.”

deva doubts the florist will but follows him anyway. to her surprise, the crisp white lily and dark green stem . . . well. she doesn’t hate them. “this one’s adequate,” she says. adds, confidently, “i’ll take two bouquets, actually.” her bedroom could use a bit of decoration. a touch of life now what she’ll be changing the colors and fabrics. trust somewhat proven, deva looks at the florist, “now i’d like another bouqet. smaller. not for a baby but for—” how would she describe aspen? my future ex wife? an inspid crush? “ —a coworker.”

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acallosity​:

“And I already told you it’s for appearances.” Orion shoots the beta a hard stare. “One would think you of all people would understand keeping the masses placated. Quit whining, it’s very unbecoming.” The omega fights the rolling of his eyes as Deva goes on about the costume, hardly wanting to put himself between the two betas. Telling Iris to tone it down was not on a list of things he wanted to do. “I’ll be sure to pass along your critics next time I see her.” Orion’s brows furrow even deeper. “It’s not even a house, Deva. I’m living in an apartment. With neighbors.”

“the masses,” she scoffs. “what masses? a horde of ballerinas? a ticket buyer? please, orion, don’t insult me.” as if everyone in the theater didn’t know deva was the best. had always been, would always be. that was just the nature of things. “we have neighbors,” deva points out. then she remembers what an apartment is, where orion’s holing up and wrinkles her nose in disgust. “you mean  —  you see them? you can hear them?”

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aquivcr​:

He huffs, the sound tense in his throat, frustration ebbing like the gentle push and pull of the waves that crash around them and pass by uncaring. Honey doesn’t know what to do with a build-up, the heavy, hazy static that grows and grows beneath his skin. It’s a whole mismatch of pleasure and instinct as Daphne’s mocking, sweet words wash against skin and the omega - raspberry, tangy, sharp bitter and in the end sweet, nips at his skin.

He growls, a warning kind of a sound and Honey’s jaw twitches as his teeth click shut but he shudders under Daphne’s mouth when she marks him up and the sound ends up a whine. A breath and when her leg draws up he’s quick to support her.

Maybe. He just loves the feeling of the omega’s skin under his hands. One hand slips lower tracing the underside of her thigh where she has it hitched up.

“Am I?” Honey says back, eyes heavy lidded when she grips at his jaw and he smirks. He is greedy. There’s little of him that’s not made of greed but Daphne offered the night away and he’ll demand everything he can out of it.

The alpha doesn’t fight her when he pulls him, goes easy. Like honey. But his eyes are alert, glaring. He hates her. So much. Hates the pleased little gleam behind the dark lashes that frame the cherry deepness of Daphne’s eyes. Torn between the urge to snarl in her face and give in. Turn over and let her devour him. He hates that too.

But when she kisses - a teasing of a feeling, Honey chases after it, frustrated when her lips evade him, and he’s left hunting for the feeling. “Please,” He says, bites on the word between his teeth, lashes cast over his eyes, embarrassed. “Please.” Honey scrapes the blunt edge of his nails against the soft give of her thigh and bites a whine. “Come on.”

“what’s that? are you going to fight me off?” daphne strokes his cheek, eyes flashing dangerously in the moonlight. “big, strong alpha can’t take a couple of nibbles from a little omega like me?” 

oh, she likes the way this sounds and feels. “you are, and you know you are,” she replies, disapproval in her tone. “the question is  —  is it worth my time?” 

as if she’d be here if he wouldn’t. honey’s infuriating. from his smirk to his scent, the way he nags her dates and chases off prospects, walks around like what’s hers is his and always looking to fight the world. problematic in the way he’s wormed her way under her skin  —  made himself relevant, some kind of haunting. every time she looks at him, there’s a need to fight or fuck. luckily, honey makes it easy to do both at the same time.

daphne smiles when he chases after her lips and begs. sounds so cute, looks even cuter, all embarrassed and wanting just a kiss. drifting in the water, daphne tilts her head towards the moon and pretends to consider it. then, “since you asked so nicely.” wrapping his hair around her fingers, daphne hitches up and gives him what they both want  —  lips. a hint of teeth to get his mouth open, wet lips and a teasing tongue. 

sour then sweet, daphne trails into something sugary when she hikes her other leg around him. pulls off like she wants him to chase again because she liked it, liked him showing how much he was wanting. 

“that what you wanted, honey? happy now?” another kiss, this time chaste and quick. daphne’s thighs are plush around his waist and she can’t help but smile sweetly when she purrs against his ear, “did you want to touch me? what me to touch you? know what you have to do—”

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dynastiiq​:

When the dress falls to the floor, Aspen feels a slight shiver — whether it was from the sudden coolness of the air on her skin or from her nerves, who’s to say, but if one thing was for sure, it’s how she’s now hyperaware of the way Deva’s touching her, like this was all playing out in slow motion even if she could see so otherwise in the mirror in front of them. “What?” Her face flushes. “Oh, um. Yes.” Purple with black trimmings, this time. She’d seen it in the store earlier in the week and figured she’d treat herself. “Do you… like it?” Maybe it was silly, seeking approval this way, but a part of her is aching to please, to hear that Deva likes what she sees.

Aspen almost lets out a sigh when Deva’s hands move over her bare skin. It’s easy to want to melt into the warmth, perhaps even belong to it. “Yes, it’s…” She forgets her train of thought when she catches sight of the ring on Deva’s finger, but she doesn’t say anything about it. Instead, Aspen brings her own hand next to Deva’s, taking a moment to appreciate the way their matching diamonds looked next to each other. “Pretty.” She turns around, pressing a kiss to Deva’s lips. “What about this? Is this okay?”

deva traces a bit of lace with her finger, the back hooks and a strap where it’s more skin than fabric. aspen doesn’t seem to mind. interestingly, she asks, and deva’s eyes flicker to hers in the reflection. feels a spark of excitement. “does it matter if i do?” deva replies, the faintest hint of a smirk on her lips. cheeks warm and flushed, deva looks over aspen’s shoulder and drops her eyes to the lingerie’s cups. it’s clear how she’s surveying, eyes on every inch of exposed skin. and with the dress pooled  —  there’s a lot to see. deva will take the invitation. 

the kiss is a surprise. deva recovers smoothly, hand coming up to cradle aspen’s cheek. something sweet, deceptively chaste. leaves deva wanting. “yes,” she steps forward. slips a hand from aspen’s face to her chest and presses her back, gentle but sure until aspen’s pressed against the cold mirror, “and this?” dark eyes, hungry lips. deva’s leaning forward again for another taste and whispering against that mouth, “is this okay?” maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. deva’s thought many things since their night in vegas, and near the top of that list are aspen’s kisses, how the omega felt. “i don’t remember much of that night,” deva confesses when she needs to breathe, tucking aspen’s hair behind an ear. “we owe it to ourselves for an encore, don’t we?” 

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pcmegranate​:

throaty sighs and needy whimpers is all winter can manage, his body quivering with the aftershocks of his orgasm. so good, but not nearly enough to satisfy him, barely giving him any relief from the growing heat between his legs. four digits replace the toy inside his slick omega channel, stretching him wider, and winter moans wantonly at the sudden invasion, clenching tightly around them. “ my alpha, ah, knows it’s not enough,” he whines, hips moving up and down, fucking himself onto sehun’s fingers, drenching his hand and wrist with his pomegranate scented nectar. needs him so bad, how could sehun be so cruel to him?

finally, the older pushes him down on his stomach, and winter doesn’t hesitate to take on the mating position, arching his back and pushing his butt up into the air. “ please, ah, breed me, alpha. so ready for you. need your knot inside me, your cum,” the omega mewles, wiggling his ass , hole leaking in anticipation. “ yes, all yours, alpha. i’ll be so good for you, i promise. your lewd omega slut to do whatever you want with, ahh!”

the sudden penetration knocks the wind out of his lungs. hard, deep thrusts, stretching him open, giving the omega no time to adjust. hands on his hips, thumbs digging into his flesh, driving into him, making the omega cry out with pleasure and surprise, with blatant need. desperate, hungry, insatiable, his. the word echoes through him with every shift of his hard cock, pleasure radiating inside his blood. only sehun can make him feel like this. winter isn't concious of anything, except the beauty of his feeling, the pleasure threatening to consume him.

“ more,” he cries out, fingers clawing at the sheets as the alpha mercilessly pounds into him, sound of flesh slapping together ringing in his ears, deeper and deeper, his knot— “oh, my goddess, yes, yes, yes, ” losing his mind as their animalistic copulation reaches the point of no return, thick knot pushed inside of his tight channel, connecting them, hurting him but filling him so perfectly. “ ah, yes, alpha, so good to me,” winter purrs, clenching wantonly around his knot. “ have i been good to you too? are you going to give me all your cum? will you breed your slutty omega?”

“are you? are you all mine, pretty omega?” sehun scrapes his teeth across winter’s shoulder, licks at the wounds and tastes his skin. digs his hands in harder and fucks in to give winter what he’s asking for. body so hot, and the scent. everywhere. thicker than the heat. sehun gets his arms around winter’s body and pulls him tight, nose buried at his neck when his knot swells, and he growls when it finally pushes inside to lock. ruts in, deep and strong, smooth with it. the slide’s wet, open and hot. sehun’s fucked omegas in heat before but it’s never felt like this  —  a searing clench, pomegranate dripping down their thighs where they make a mess of the sheets. ruined, just like how winter sounds, voice breaking all desperate when he whines

“so good.” winter never complains. takes and still isn’t satisfied, makes him work for it and sehun rises to the challenge. pins him down, sweeps his hands down to touch and grab at winter’s ass and thighs. “stay good and loosen for me. you can do it, come on. relax for me, baby, and i’ll give you what you want. breed you good and full.” there’s just so much to feel, and sehun needs to keep fucking winter, wants to prove what a good alpha he is, to take care of his omega.

sehun mouths at winter’s neck, at his throat. his fingers hook around winter’s jaw and there’s a burning to to fill winter everywhere. fill him up on both ends and even—   and even—   “gonna be all mine, winter baby? just for me, right?” sehun pushes winter down into the bed, traps him under his weight on the mattress with his knot still throbbing in his ass. when sehun opens his eyes all he can see is winter’s curls, sweat slick against his neck. long and slender, red from sehun’s biting and mouthing. 

winter’s shoved into the pillows with a hard kick of sehun’s hips. “give me another one. come on, omega  — give me more.” take. mark, claim. sehun’s chest rumbles with a growl, hand burying in winter’s hair to arch his neck and hear those cries, leans down with wildness in his eyes to mouth at the curve of his shoulder and neck right where pomegranate’s the thickest. 

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acallosity​:

Knox is grinding his teeth the entire way up the stairs to their apartment. His apartment he’s quick to remind himself and blames his faulty thought process on being late on his suppressants. He’s reaching for his keys when he takes a moment to turn and cast a disapproving glare at Bodhi behind him. “He’s already been adjusted to the tank water and the other fish,” Knox reminds him. Clearly months of trying to explain pH levels and water quality had gone to waste. Much like Bodhi’s months of pharmaceutical propaganda talk. “Small fry stays. I’ll give you ten bucks to buy yourself another goldfish if you’re so inclined.“ Was he looking for something to hold onto? Knox wasn’t quite sure but he was not letting the rescued fish leave this apartment. His scowl deepens at the pamphlets mention, rolling his eyes as he turns to unlock the door, pushing it open with more force than necessary. “It’s not your concern, is it?” His scent’s bitter at the comment, stronger than usual with the neglect of his suppressants as he slides out of the coat he’d been wearing. He almost reaches for the bag in his pocket but decides to wait until Bodhi’s off collecting his precious mugs. “What would someone like you understand about it anyway? A beta. You have it so easy and yet you waste your time conspiring against modern medicine that let’s me keep my job.”

“i’m not going to murder my small fry,” bodhi says exasperatedly. every thing with knox must be a battle. “it’s water. he’s a fish. he’ll be fine, i know what i’m doing.” useless to mention it was knox who taught him everything he knew about fish husbandry. thorough research past bodhi’s initial impulsivity. sad and strange how knox cared more about a fish than his own health. rolling his eyes at the dramatics, bodhi steps inside and kicks off his shoes at the door, “the health of our population is my concern! what are you talking about!” the door slams. loud. frames on the wall shake on the nails. growling at what he senses is supposed to be an insult, bodhi snaps, “you mean the modern medicine that’s screwing with our heads and bodies? and see! that right there. if we’re so modern, why don’t we have paid heat and rut leaves, or decent laws that protect you from getting fired for letting nature do its’ work? what’s so modern about poisoning your body for a job, doc, huh? you’ve smoked the propaganda pipe too long if you don’t sense that bullshit. where’s my mugs  —   what the fuck.” bodhi storms off to fume productively, tracing a familiar path through the living room and kitchen to yank open cupboards. “where’s the mugs?!? the one i took from the pancake house - where is it?!”   

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aquivcr​:

Oh Goddess, Joon’s not a particularly religious wolf but he might become, just to have the ground under him open and swallow him to save himself the embarrassment, as he struggles to undo the cords around his foot, even though he knows it’s far too late and Sean’s already reading, eyes daring fast over each page of words that, for the sake of his own sanity, Joon tries not to think of exactly what’s written there. 

It’s just a habit. Of sorts. Goddess, he can only spend so much time without the access of privacy in his own home - small room shared with a brother, every other available space littered with siblings of all sizes and ages. So it’d started at first at work, putting down a page or two of something a little too indecent to be added to any of his actual work for class. And continued from there. Half of it is a heedless jumble of Joon’s own half baked horny fantasies - so much begging, needy bodies and things the alpha’s not entirely sure are quite possible or realistic, his own first hand experiences are glaringly limited.  It’s filthy and shameless, never intended to have seen the light of day. 

“It’s - ” He frees himself, too late, damage done now. “It’s for a class.” Joon lies. He thinks it’s rather obvious but continues anyway, “It’s contemporary lit. Supposed to be, you know, I don’t know - raw and unedited and gritty I guess, realistic. So,“ With a jerk of his hand Joon spares himself any further information. 

“Look,” His scent is cloying, plums and spice viciously thick. “Just - aren’t we late for your schedule? We should get back to unpacking.“

“there’s more. this is a lot of classwork,” sean croaks as he flips to the back. another page and another, a few scribbles on a napkin stamped with the logo of the gas station joon works at. the sean swings by every night on his way home from work. that means joon’s writing horny stories when sean’s buying burnt coffee and honeybuns for a sad study binge. this is what joon thinks about, what he imagines and wants, a voice in his mind says as the rest of his brain melts. the alpha growling in the stories isn’t a character  —  it’s joon. raw, unedited, gritty joon.

“the schedule.” schedule? oh, right. sean can’t sit here forever and read joon’s dirty thoughts the rest of the afternoon. he clears his throat. the papers go back into the box and he folds the top back down, “here. you should take this to your room.” 

sean blinks up at joon from the floor for a few moments and struggles to think about anything but knots. it is difficult. “screws. screwdrivers.” bookshelves. right, so he’ll just—  “you can check the rest of these boxes. i packed a toolbox, and all of mine are labeled like i suggested,” he adds with a judgmental glance. the worn wooden floorboards creak when he stiffly gets to his feet and heads to his room, deciding not to chance stumbling on another one of joon’s stashes. his mind couldn’t take it. 

“and  —  joon.” sean stops and turns around, “most betas can’t slick that much. we’re not omegas. just. for accuracy’s sake.” 

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“come on — this can help! i swear it. just think of your question or a little predicament you have, whatever, and pick three crystals you’re pulled to. what do you have to lose?”  @crystalgroveopens​  

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acallosity​:

“You hardly need my feedback,” Orion comments with a glance towards the she-wolf as she plops down beside him, breathy and smelling strongly of sugarcane from her dancing. The auditions are more for the sake of others, they both know she’ll get the role. Still, it feels a little cold, even for him, and after a moment he sighs. “I’m hardly a dancer but it looked seamless to me. Have you been fitted by Iris yet?” A scoff at her mention of his mate, looking away. “It’s fine,” he insists instead. “I don’t see him very often. Works late and all.”

“i told you — this was a waste of time,” deva replies tersely. pointedly. “but yes, i have. i’m not sure of her vision for the black swan, so i’ll need you to push for more feathers, less sparkles.” the costuming wasn’t a complete catastrophe, but the resulting looks may verge too close to camp if they don’t keep their eyes on them. “is that . . . not good? what, don’t tell me you’re upset about having the house to yourself.” 

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cvllme​:

As the women breezed into his domain he could catch a whiff of her scent. It was clean and sweet, refreshing even. “I can think of a few, I’ll get you some options.” Having a cat himself, he was more than versed in what plant was safe for a dumb feline like his. Still, he had to wonder what a baby would want with flowers. “I’ve got sunflowers, zinnias, and gerbera daisies. Any of those making you feel something?”

“i have no idea what a zinnia or a gerber is. what do they look like? are they those?” deva points at a random bouquet of yellow-blue flowers. definitely not the color scheme she prefers. “i don’t like them. they look pedestrian. cheap, and i don’t want cheap. even for a baby.” she pushes her glasses into her hair, “show me something.” 

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pcmegranate​:

“ has anyone ever told you that you’re no fun, preppy? because you’re not, not even a little bit,” ellis rolls their eyes, throwing a piece of pop corn at the male’s head. how could the alpha react so calmly to his mate-to-be’s betrayal? ellis was hoping for some soap opera level of drama when he heard the news, such a disappointment. “ stevie? i mean, not really? he’s not much of a talker,” the younger wolf shrugs. “ i know he works at vinny’s, and that he’s friends with river. that’s about it. why are you asking? are you going to fuck him up at least? if so, can i watch? he’s short as fuck, so i think you can take him.” 

“you tell me that. almost every single time we see each other.” the popcorn bounces off his head and lands in his lap. euan sighs mightily but eats it. “no!  ellis, he works at a strip club, at a bar. not that i would even think about it, but anything physical would end with me in a hospital bed, which is the last thing i want right now.” he narrows a glare, “stop asking me to fight people. you do since you’re so concerned about a situation you have nothing to do with.” at least euan knows now if the alpha did pop up, euan could out run him. probably. “orion didn’t give me a name. other details but, no name. it sounds like they’re both hiding from orion’s father.”

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dynastiiq​: 

“No, this is what you wanted. I’m simply acting accordingly.” Anastasia’s not too sure how she was going to turn this around, but she will, somehow, or at least, that was what she believed. She was too used to getting her own way, too used to playing these sorts of mind games with those who were too stubborn to see things the way she did. Some may say that it was one of her strengths, yet it was, as well, one of her biggest faults. She feels a sort of unease with the fact that she was doing this to Euan, but she swallows it down, convincing herself that she was doing this in the name of tough love. “Things change. Greatest minimization I’ve heard all week. How is the board handling it? How are these changes affecting your place in the business?”

euan doesn’t need to say how wrong she is. propriety. responsibility. name something other than want, and it’s keeping him on her arm. “buy more shares and join the board if you’re so curious,” he insists. “otherwise it’s not your concern. we’re still expanding and are in good graces with the frost family. very little’s changed.” a lie. just like the story they’re spinning to keep the members satisfied with keeping euan on  —  medical mysteries, family physicians stumped. they haven’t decided what’s the most palatable explanation. either way, they know the frosts are still invested. “pay attention to your own scandals. letting a park interrupt and humiliate your date? glad to hear you asked for us to move on, but you’re still the same.”