Aug 16, 2015
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[Pictured: Capable and Nux, basically.]
[ capablequeen ]
— “I know you,” Nitro’s gaze was lidded, languid where he sat- leaned back precariously on the back legs of a wood chair in his workspace. “What’s a lady like you doin’ in a place like mine, ey? ‘m surprised they let ya’ in.”
"You’re really good at this…”
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—“Y-y’think so?”capablequeen
“Are you sure?” she inquired shyly, giggling a little as her smile grew. She felt a little giddy from the warmth in her chest and swirling in her mind from it.
She hadn’t known sharing a kiss could feel this way. It was exciting that it was just so nice. Such a different experience compared to… fear and anger and revulsion. Of feeling sick for long after it had happened, and wanting to scrub her lips raw.
“’M sure,” he insisted, smile widening. She looked so happy. Behind her, his fingers played with her hair, moving without thinking. “’S nice, with you.”
[ + capablequeen ]
— “M’lady, I honour dee.” Nitro offered a nod as he bypassed her into the hall, his fingers quickly entwining into the V8 symbol. He felt awkward, half hoping she forgot him in the sea of alike faces, half hoping she remembered him.
sooo.... i decided to write this drabble when i was watching Van Helsing... again. FOR THE TENTH TIME IN A ROW. i am so sorry. not sorry. this is also for the lovely mun of capablequeen.
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Title: No Regrets Words: Not even gonna count. Warning(s): Dyson’s foul mouth. That’s it.
July was hotter than usual, which caused Dyson to go crazy. He left Capable alone most of the time, but he didn’t leave anyone else alone.
Nobody was able to get within 60 feet of the house.
But, due to Capable’s new obsession with a new movie (Magic Mike), they just had to go to the movies. “It’ll be fun!” She implored. “Don’t make me go alone!” She begged.
Being the type of werewolf he was, Dyson couldn’t refuse!
He wish he had.
So, there they were, sitting in the theater. Dyson sort of enjoyed the movie, but Capable was... a bit hot and bothered. For some reason, one of the actors in the movie looked a lot like Dyson. Her face turned red, her heart rate increased, and her hands started shaking.
Dyson could hear her heartbeat from where he was sitting, and it was fast. At this rate, she was going to pass out. He needed to get her out of there, immediately.
“You alright, babe?” Dyson couldn’t help but to ask, “You look tired.”
“What..? No! I’m o-okay!” The first lie. “I’m perfectly fine, Dy. No need to worry about me....” The second lie. “I’m just hungry.” The third lie. Time to go.
“That’s it, I’m taking you home.”
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Dyson could barely sleep that night. He had to sleep outside, and Capable slept inside. After getting back home, they had gotten into a small fight about it. So, no going to the movies for a while, and no dinners involving beef.
It was a lose-lose situation.
“Not gonna lie, bro, but you really messed up this time.” Dyson’s younger brother, Caleb, spoke through the phone. “How are you gonna fix it? Roses? Chocolates?”
“Honestly, I have no fuckin’ clue.” Dyson responded.
“LANGUAGE YOUNG MAN,” Caleb joked, “I don’t think I can help you here, Dy. This is your problem, so you have to fix it and--never mind. I already told Capable that I wouldn’t give you anymore advice.”
“You did WHAT.” Dyson growled, eyes turning yellow.
“Nothing! Nothing. I said nothing!” Caleb became frightened, knowing what his older brother was able to do. “Just ask yourself this: What would a real man do?”
Click. He hung up.
Dyson shut his phone off, putting it back in his pocket. He let out a long, exasperated sigh, trying to think of what would make Capable happy. She did like the movie, and she did want to go back and see it.
Oh, he knew what he had to do.
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“Hey, Capable?” Dyson knocked on the door. “Can I come in?”
Capable threw a pillow at the door. That was definitely a no. She went back to sleep, burying herself under the covers. The blankets smelled like cologne, bacon, and wet dog. Yep, that was Dyson’s scent.
Suddenly, Dyson broke down the door. Capable jumped out of the bed, and went for the lamp. This time, she was sending him to the hospital. This had gone too far. That’s when Capable saw what her boyfriend friend was wearing.
Firefighter pants, black shirt, boots, and... well, that was pretty much it. What really grabbed Capable’s attention was Dyson’s muscles. She knew he worked out, but she never knew he had muscles like that.
“You realize that you’re getting this show for free, right?” Dyson asked, “You owe me, big time.”
“I know, I know,” Capable giggled, “But still, no beef dinners for a whole month.”
“Are you sure about that?” Dyson questioned, ripping his shirt off with ease. “Because I can make you change your mind.”
To Care For: Touch him every now and then, on the arm or shoulder or head. It lets him know you care, reminds him of that. Listen when he's excited, let him talk and explore his passions now that he can. Smile and see his grow, make him laugh. He needs all of this as often as possible, because he deserves it, and to make up for the past. Remind him that the present is what's important, and how good he is. Hold him close, and give him kisses that ask for nothing in return because he is important.
[Sweet desert angel ;A;]
capablequeen wO W OK I DI DN T NNNEEEED MY H EA ART AN Y W AY????
