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IN YOUR WBS OTP, WHO DIES AND WHO DESTROYS A CITY IN GRIEF?

IN YOUR WBS OTP, WHO DIES AND WHO DESTROYS A CITY IN GRIEF?

Her name is Lauren, and she’s is Lex’s ex-husband/claim’s new partner. Noah and Lex had a divorce due to Lex burying herself in her work and they started to grow apart. They had an open relationship, so Noah spent most of his time with Lauren while Lex was elsewhere. The catalyst for the divorce and was Lauren getting pregnant. 

Describe one of your OCs to me (appearance, personality, habits, anything you like!!) and I’ll tell you which of my OCs I think would be best friends/romantically compatible/sworn enemies/something else with yours!!

Okay, not very selectively, but a little selectively. Basically, I can’t get anything TOO close to Mr. Robot in character. It’s unsettling. 

Aria leveled a glare at her best friend. He had that same infuriating nonchalant look on his face that always made her want to smack him. “Shut up,” she muttered, shoving past him. Her shoulder pushed against his, and even though she knew it was childish, Aria continued on. She could hear Drew following her, probably just strolling behind her with his hands in his pockets. “No, you know what? You’re an asshole,” she told him, whirling around and sticking her finger in his face. He obviously hadn’t been expecting that, considering he nearly plowed into her. “You knew that this meant a lot to me, and when I was counting on you, you couldn’t even bother to show up.” Aria knew that it probably wasn’t even Drew’s fault. Theo had become increasingly possessive lately, but it was easier to blame Drew than to blame his asshole boyfriend. “Just piss off. I don’t want to see your face for the next 24 hours.” She knew that would hurt him. Today was Thursday. It was their day. But Aria was too proud to take back her words. “Leave.”

Isaac couldn’t remember the last time he had taken a bath. He was sure he’d had them when he was younger, when his parents were still alive. There were vague memories of him splashing around in the tub with some toys. But nothing past the age of six. In the military, he barely got enough water to rinse the soap from his hair, let alone enough to soak in. But Libba had insisted when he’d come home, with the remnants of some man’s blood spattered across his clothes. He’d done his best to wash it off his skin but there was nothing to do be done about his clothes.His wife’s exclamation as soon as he walked through the door had been almost deafening, and Isaac winced as she began to fuss over him. Somehow, Isaac found himself standing in the middle of their master bathroom, half-stripped and watching as Olivia filled the tub with water and some of her bath salts. Fortunately, he had been coherent enough to draw the line at bubbles. She herded him into the tub and Isaac gave an involuntary sigh as he sank under the water, the hot water leeching the tension from his muscles. He felt the water move behind him and felt Libba’s legs on either side of his body as she sat behind him. “You’re going to be the death of me, soldier,” she growled. “Dunk your head.” Isaac obeyed immediately, sinking under the water briefly to wet his hair. It fell into his face as he resurfaced, but he leaned back against the wall of the tub and let out another sigh as Libba’s fingers threaded through his hair. The familiar smell of his shampoo filled the air and he closed his eyes, in part to protect them from the suds, and partly because it felt so nice. “Feels nice,” he rumbled as his wife’s nimble fingers massaged his scalp. He was pretty positive that this was the cleanest his hair had been in a month, but he didn’t complain. Just the feeling of her so close, taking care of him like this, it made Isaac warm. She tapped his head again, signaling him to dunk his head once more to get rid of the suds. When he popped back up again, he leaned against his wife’s leg tiredly, feeling only slightly guilty as the leg of her jeans grew damp. “Sorry, Lib. I’ll try not to let it happen again,” he murmured, his voice drowsy. The warm water had stolen the last of his energy, and he let out a loud yawn. Olivia urged him up and into the shower for a quick rinse before pulling him to their bed. He hadn’t had dinner yet, but he was so tired that all he wanted to do was sleep, with his arms around his wife. So that’s what he did.

You know me too well