#soap cod mw2

John's wife doesn't feel like jumping so she picks a table and sits, the men leaving their shoes and things with her. Before going in, John hands his little one to Simon to hold while he goes and gets his missus a drink and whatever slice of cake she wants to have in the meantime. When she's all set, he kisses her and goes back to his men.

They get checked in by an employee who asks them to show their wristbands and socks and says hello when he sees John's little one, already giggling and clapping, kicking her legs.

It's pretty noisy, the music they're playing on the speakers is loud, not obnoxiously so, and there's a parent with every single toddler in sight. It's adorable, how many little ones try to jump and bounce and end up falling.

John decides to put his darling down and see where her tiny legs take her, she immediately starts to waddle, holding onto the edges of some higher, flat, platforms, trying to bounce but when she can't seem to do it she looks for her daddy and calls, "Dada !"

Gaz laughs, "She wants your help, go on."

And John bends down and holds her little hands in his, using his knees to make the trampoline go up and down, not too much, she's too tiny and may fly away if he does it too hard.

That's how the rest of the 1h session goes, they follow her like hawks, actively circling her in such a strategic manner that no rogue adult accidentally jumps on her. They take their job very seriously, and it looks like even other parents have noticed as well. Some mums smile at them, while others when they accidentally bump into them when backing away say, "I'm so so-- Wow, you're huge!"

The trampoline park even has two basketball areas, which are empty, and so the boys take advantage of the fact and goes to throw in some hoops, and it takes nothing for everyone to get competitive. Which they're busy competing against each other, John takes his baby back to where mum is and gives her a drink to hydrate her a little bit, she was bouncing and bouncing and running a mock after all.

Meanwhile, the boys move to a place called airbags. It's a high platform with stairs on the side, right below it there's trampolines and a massive airbag where you land. It's empty, so it's safe for them to go with no fear of accidentally stepping or jumping on a little one.

There's three trampolines lined one next to the other, so they each take one, jumping at the same time. Johnny somehow manages to do a backflip and lands on his belly, Kyle a front flip and Simon just lands flat on his back. They laugh and go up the stairs again, this time Johnny looks at Simon and glances at Kyle, whatever silent communication happened between them went right over Gaz's head. So they both grab him and throw him into the airbags and he lands with a scream, "Oh, fuck off!"

Johnny laughs his ass off until he has to escape Simon's arms wrapped around his waist, trying to throw him over, "Oi, no !"

Johnny doesn't want to full on wrestle his friend up in a trampoline park full of babies so he allows the giant of a man to lift him, spin him and chuck him in the airbag, sinking down down until he has to make his way out on all fours.

John comes back with his baby and they keep playing with her until she gets tired, and eventually their 1h session ends and they have to make their way out of the trampoline park. John's missus is laughing at them, because they're sweaty and looked like they had way more fun than their baby. They all plop down on the chairs to drink water and dry themselves with some tissues, change their socks and wear their shoes back on.

John's little one is tucked in her pram, little belly rising up and down as she sleeps with her little hands balled up into fists. John gives her a little kiss on the head and kisses his wife right after, thanking her for giving him this, for giving him everything he ever wanted. It's sappy but true.

When they're ready to leave, John pushes the pram out of the park, his wife locking one arm with his and the other with Kyle as he talks to her about some series they both like.

Initially, he didn’t want to take them along with him this soon, no matter how fun he told them it was. Simply because he was worried it would be too much for their little human body to handle. You see, soap’s a werewolf and it’s in his nature to be possessive and protective of those who he considers his. And he doesn't want anything to hurt or break his favourite little human witch.

But lately, he really wants Darling to meet his friends, the guys he considers his own little pack, and wants nothing more than for Darling to get along with his little pack.

One fine evening, soap barges into Darling’s place, carrying many bags with him, making Darling confused and slightly worried.

“What are those?”

“Clothes and shoes, you’re coming out with me tonight t’meet my pack.”

“Tonight?!”

The werewolf tells Darling that the parties they attend are only for monsters, but the invitation can stretch to humans too if they’re attending with monsters and are looked after the said monster to avoid accidents. After all, monster parties are louder, the drinks are stronger and the ambience is so much more overwhelming than any human parties due to the magic coating the air like thick fog.

That night soap helps his little witch to get dressed up, picking them outfits and accessories and doing their hair, but without forgetting to scent them before stepping outside.

They end up walking through a thick dark forest, hand in hand, leading them to an abandoned hospital building. Darling was confused but Soap was grinning, “We’re here.”

Darling let Soap drag them inside the dark and abandoned building, and walk down a set of stairs towards a dark corridor with one single closed door at the end.

“Are you ready?” Soap turned to darling.

Darling frowned, there were no noises, no music, no talking or laughing, it was dark and silent. Was this a joke?

“Uhm, where’s the party, Johnny?”

“Right here!” Soap grinned, pointing at the shut door.

“Okay, lead the way.” Darling shrugged and let out a giggle when Soap placed a quick kiss on the corner of their mouth.

“You hold my hand, and don’t let go, aye?”

“Hmm, okay.”

When Soap opened the door, a wave of loud noise and absolute heat and colours slapped Darling in the face, making them step back and squint their eyes shut at the onslaught. Luckily Soap stood in front of them, shielding them and still holding onto their hand tightly.

“Come on, love.” Soap gave them a fangy grin and pulled them forward and Darling shivered when the door slammed shut by itself behind them.

The said party was huge, the space was massive and she could spot more stairs, more doors, more rooms and so, so many monsters and some humans here and there. The place was dark, illuminated by dancing colourful lights. And the ground was vibrating with the bass of the music.

Darling’s eyes were reflecting the ever-changing colours in the air, staring at the dancing monsters and how they seemed to so easily meet their eyes regardless of the lack of lights. They felt somehow exposed, naked, stared at like a new shiny toy, ready to be chewed and spat back out.

Soap pulled them forward when they got distracted by a woman with bright yellow eyes and red hair, black cat ears on her head as she danced and licked her lower lip as if readying herself to devour a meal.

Darling shivered and focused their eyes on Soap’s back, where his tramp tattoo could be seen. Tonight Soap decided to wear a tight-cropped tank top and a pair of low-rise baggy jeans. He also wore his eyebrow piercing tonight and accompanied it with rings and a combination of silver necklaces and a thick choker. He looked so pretty tonight, he always looks pretty but tonight he looked prettier, more himself and ready for trouble.

Darling gave a gentle squeeze to his hand in adoration, which made Soap turn around, “Good?” he shouted over the loud music.

Darling nodded, with a smile on their face and Soap mirrored their smile, “Come on, it’s right around the corner.”

And Soap was right, they only had to push through more bodies and they climbed up another flight of stairs, turned left and were in a smaller sized room with a huge balcony. Soap dragged them straight to the balcony with multiple lounge chairs. And they held their breath when sharp eyes landed on them.

Darling suppressed a shiver when Soap waved at his friends with a wide grin. And for the first time, since they changed to go out, they felt shy in the outfit soap picked out for them to wear. Darling was wearing a ridiculously small t-shirt, that was tight and left a huge chunk of their midriff naked, a pair of small jean shorts with a thong underneath (soap was very adamant they’d wear one to match him) and a pair of chunky platform ankle boots. As for accessories, Soap picked out the same choker he was wearing for them, just in a different colour, and some arm warmers.

To say the least, they looked cute and more naked than dressed. But it wasn’t their outfit that made them feel shy and exposed, it was just how many eyes were on them and how intense they were looking at them, practically eating them up.

“Darling, this is my pack. That’s John, Konig, Horangi, Alejandro & Rudy. Guys this is Darling, be nice.” Soap introduced and Darling frowned, they knew that Soap’s pack is bigger than this, so where were the rest of the guys?

“I’ll get you something t’drink and find the rest, stay here.” Soap said, holding their shoulders and giving them a kiss on the forehead before leaving. Darling stood frozen, in front of the five men without saying anything.

“Come here, Darling. We don’t bite.” A man with big dark green wings said, smoke and fire spilling through his lips. Darling bit their lower lip and walked up to the man, sitting on the two-person lounge chair, their thighs touching and his huge wings were spread out, behind the chair.

Darling shivered when a cold gust of wind hit their legs and John brought one of his wings next to their arm, shielding their body from the wind. “Thank you.” They said, shyly looking up at the big man.

John grinned, “No worries, lovey.”

Darling watched with awe as the man winked at them, noticing the yellow glow his brown eyes had. “So… You’re a dragon hybrid?”

“Yes I am, and you’re a witch.” He said with a grin, taking a sip of his beer.

Darling turned to look at the four other men and their cheeks heated up when they simultaneously smirked at them, well, they couldn’t see the faces of two men but they could see their eyes, and knew they were smirking under their dark masks.

“So what type of monster is he?” Darling asked John, tilting their chin towards the tallest man out of all of them, with a loose mask on his head.

“Ask him.” John leaned forward, his hot breath hitting their neck.