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#AND HIS DOG HAD FLOPPY EARS I CANT
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I'm Getting Closer Than I Ever Thought I Might
day 23 @eddiemonth
Mixtape | Earnest
T (language) 2.2k early 2000's no upside down AU dad!steve, new neighbor!eddie. Title from REO Speedwagon, Cant Fight This Feeling.
Steve had the orange and purple string lights finally untangled as he looked over to Stella getting the tombstones out of the storage box. She was thirteen and still humored her dad with putting up the Halloween decorations. She had the same light brown eyes as him her hair a tinge of auburn in the sunlight- Steve made a point to try and bottle up these moments. He knew they wouldn’t last forever.
“Dad! Did you remember to get two bags of the batting for the cobwebs?” Her voice breaking him out of his maudlin moment.
“Psh- did I? The cul-de-sac Halloween decoration champion for five years running remember the cobwebs? Of course kiddo. This isn’t a game for me.” Steve responded with his hands on his hips.
Another voice broke between them with a loud whistle, “Wow, five years running? What does that entail?”
It belonged to a long haired striking man in ripped black jeans and a red checkered flannel. His face expressive from overhearing Steve’s quip as he walked his scrappy looking black dog.
Stella laughed brightly, “He gets nothing but bragging rights against the damn Van Der Waals.”
Steve turned on his teen daughter, “Stel, language!”
The guy laughed, “Well screw the Van Der- whoevers, why do we hate them?”
Stella stood next to Steve hands on her hips in a mirror image of her father, “Who are you?”
His dog woofed playfully and wagged it’s tail, “Oh, I moved in two houses down, I’m Eddie and this is Gibson.”
Stella relaxed her arms down, “Can I pet him?”
“Sure he’s friendly.” Eddie responded.
Steve walked along with his daughter as she approached them, “I’m Steve, and this is my daughter Stella. Welcome to the neighborhood.”
Closer up and the man looked familiar.
He tilted his chin up in greeting to Steve, “Harrington?” He asked.
Steve gave him an assessing gaze he couldn’t forget those dimples, “No shit, Munson?”
When he had fallen from social graces in high school he and the trailer park pot dealer had formed a quasi-friendship. It lined up when he started his now inseparable friendship with Robin.
Eddie beamed at him, “Yeah, back in Hawkins, can you believe it?”
Steve shook his head and met this ghost from his past’s grin with his own answering one.
“You know my dad?” Stella asked.
“Yeah, from the glory days or whatever. Why?” He replied.
“Nothing, just my dad’s a nerd.” She snorted out implying Eddie wasn’t.
“Hey! You’re spending too much time with your aunt Robin.” Steve said indignantly.
Eddie threw his head back and laughed.
Steve felt caught off guard.
Guess that crush was just laying dormant, he thought quickly and shook off.
“So why do we hate the Van Der- who’s-it’s?” Eddie asked with a gleam in his eye.
“They insinuated we were going to hell since dad knocked someone up with me out of wedlock.” Stella said like it was a common thing to share, “And their kids are homeschooled weirdos.”
Steve pushed up his glasses into his still pretty magnificent hair and scrubbed a hand over his face while mumbling, “I’m already in hell.”
Eddie was holding back his laughter, “Fuck them, now you have to kick their asses, at what? Halloween decorations?”
Steve nodded.
“And Christmas, in the summer lawn care and gardening, it’s never ending.” Stella huffed out as she scratched Gibson’s floppy ears.
“Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help in this rivalry, since we’re neighbors now.” Eddie winked at Steve.
Steve felt a flush crawl over his cheeks, oh no.
His eyes darted to Stella staring at him and looking back to Eddie as a smirk broke across her devious little face.
“Yeah, for sure, see ya around Eddie.” He rasped out as Eddie and Gibson continued their walk. He couldn’t help but watch him leave. He'd always been a little infatuated with Eddie. His charisma was palpable. How could you not get wrapped up in it?
Stella stood up and turned to him, “How do you know Eddie?”
“High School.” He said leaving her hanging.
He shoved the cottony cobwebs into her hands.
“So Robin and Dustin know him too?”
Steve could feel her scheming, “Stop.”
“I’m not doing anything, just curious, dad.” She said innocently.
Steve went back to arranging the lights perfectly on the bushes. They lived in a nice part of town a small but decent ranch, nowhere near the way Steve had grown up, but comfortable.
Stella pretended to drop the subject as she worked on getting the batting as thin and wispy as possible for a realistic looking cobweb covering the bushes and side of their entryway. She busied herself arranging the tombstones as Steve got the ghosts hanging from the trees.
She couldn’t wait to bring the new neighbor up to her aunt at their next dinner.
Halloween came up quick. Robin was well aware of Steve’s new neighbor crush with details filled in by Stella. Hell, she was aware of his Eddie sized crush back in high school. Even Dustin had made a comment that he was pretty sure there was a missed opportunity there between Steve and Eddie from another lifetime.
He and Robin had a standing Halloween movie marathon tradition.
“Dingus, we putting a scary movie on or what? I already have American Psycho all set to play.” Robin asked as she stove popped popcorn.
“Yeah, yeah, just checking my phone, Stel is staying at a friend’s tonight and I just wanna make sure she’s good.”
The doorbell rang.
“Trick or treaters. It’s getting a little late.” Robin commented as Steve went to grab the door.
He opened it with a bowl of candies.
Eddie on the other side with growler pumpkin beer in his hands, “Trick or treat Stevie.”
Steve grinned, “Kinda reverse though? Since you brought treats.”
“Didn’t wanna show up empty handed, you free?” He asked only looking a little wide-eyed and apprehensive.
Robin came up behind Steve, “Eddie! Heard you moved in, good to see you- oh, shoot.” She pulled out her Nokia brick of a cellphone in an over-dramatic manner.
“Damn, sorry Dingus, Vick’s car isn’t starting, I gotta pick her up from the winery. Hey Eddie you free for some scary movies? Steve has American Psycho queued up and he’s too chicken to watch it alone.”
Eddie had come into the entryway.
“Uh, I mean, I’m free…but is that, okay with you?” He addressed Steve for the last part.
Steve stood for a beat realizing he may have been set up.
“Yeah, if Rob’s gotta go that’s fine. I’ve got homemade pizza in the oven.” Steve said as he narrowed his eyes at Robin.
She shoved the popcorn into his arms perched atop the bowl of candies and kissed his cheek as she grabbed her coat, “Bye guys, good seeing you Eddie, I’m sure we’ll cross paths again soon!” Robin shifted Eddie further inside as she slid out the door in a rush.
Steve looked to Eddie and shrugged, “We can pick another movie that one was Rob’s choice anyway.” He felt a bit nervous being alone with Eddie.
He had seen him in the past few weeks and had snatched information on his life. He’d run into him walking Gibson and found out he collects cassette tapes from the dollar bins at record stores and goodwill. On one occasion he stood outside and chatted with Wayne about baseball stats while Eddie made joking comments about sports and balls.
He knew now that Eddie had moved back to be closer to Wayne but also had started working at the new brewery owned by his old supplier Reefer Rick, he was experimenting with CBD infused brews that Eddie was spearheading the endeavor as brew master on those.
“I like horror, but I’m good switching it up to something else, it smells delicious in here, you sure this is cool?” Eddie asked again.
Steve threw a piece of popcorn that landed in Eddie’s hair as he set down the treats in his arms on the coffee table, “Yes, I’d rather not be ditched home alone on Halloween to eat an entire pizza by myself, come in Eddie. Take off your shoes and chill.” Steve took the jug of beer from Eddie’s hands and lead him to the kitchen.
“This from Rick’s brewery?” He asked as he grabbed a couple of glasses.
“Yeah, but new so we’re kinda guinea pigs. I think I’ve got it perfected though.” He said as he leaned against the kitchen island.
He looked good dressed down.
He had on a black crewneck sweatshirt with ghostface on it and a pair of dark wash jeans that fit him perfectly. His socks were adorably mismatched. Something he had done often in high school- Steve had noticed it back then too.
He always looked good is what Steve had become aware of.
“Still can’t match your socks, Munson?” Steve inquired as he poured them the caramel colored ale.
Eddie let out a startled laugh, “You remember that? Honestly who has the time, and I think it’s quirky. Commitment made I am an unmatched socks kinda person.”
Of course I remember I pointed it out right after you showed me what shotgunning was, he thought to himself.
He couldn’t say it aloud. He wondered if Eddie was thinking it too.
He held up his glass, “Cheers?”
“Hell yeah Harrington. Happy Halloween.” Eddie said as he clinked his own glass to Steve’s and took a sip.
His eyes followed Steve’s movements and the way his throat looked swallowing down his newest brew.
Steve let the flavor unfold on his palate, “It’s really good, Eddie.”
“Don’t sound so surprised.” The other man teased.
The oven timer chimed as Steve pulled out the pizza. He was fully aware now that he was in his Robin relaxation mode outfit which translated to his softest sweatpants and a tee shirt from Vickie’s job that cheesily said ‘Wine o’clock’ with rhinestones.  He resolutely ignored the feeling telling him to go change. Robin called it his middle-aged mom wear. Which rude, he was thirty-three not middle-aged.
“Tell me about the toppings.” Eddie said as Steve almost choked on another drink of beer.
He recovered quickly, “We decided on spicy pepperoni, mushroom, and green pepper. Hope that’s alright.”
“Hell yeah, can’t remember the last home cooked food I had that wasn’t like, just me whipping up some eggs. That’s a lie Wayne and I do Sunday dinner and he always makes sure I get some veggies in me.” Eddie added.
Steve laughed, “Well I guess someone’s gotta look after you.”
He sliced into the still steaming pizza the cheese melting in strings as he plated them up. They got to talking about Steve’s school counselor job and how it felt having to go back to Hawkins High for work now. The conversation an easy push and pull of information and silly innuendos movie long forgotten as they refilled their beer glasses.
“You know I had such a crush on you then.” Eddie said pink cheeked and smiling, “I even remember the songs you liked when we’d smoke up together. It always surprised me how many metal ones you were into.”
Steve chuckled, “So I wasn’t imagining it back then? I always wondered what you would’ve done had I leaned forward and kissed you when you showed me how to shotgun.” His lips loose but not from the alcohol, he wasn’t drunk, not even tipsy really- just emboldened by Eddie’s own confession.
Eddie shyly pulled his hair in front of his face and giggled out a nervous laugh. He fished something out of his back pocket, “When we talked the other day you said you still had a tape deck, right?”
Steve did it came with his stereo set up he nodded in response as Eddie slid a mixtape into his hand.
Steve looked it over, “Are these?”
“The songs you liked back then? Yeah.” Eddie gave him another shy look.
Steve’s fingertips tingled wanting to touch- it was maybe the single most romantic thing anyone had ever done for him. He set the tape down and moved closer to Eddie.
“You know, I have to be honest, Stella stopped by a few days ago with Robin-“ Eddie started nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.
He cut him off, “They orchestrated this? Of course they did. Robin knew I was stupid over you my entire junior and senior year.” Steve muttered.
Eddie made a choked off sound, “You were?”
“I just said I thought about kissing you when we smoked together.” Steve replied.
Eddie reached a hand up and rested it on Steve’s waist, “What about now?”
Steve leaned in the rest of the way and closed the distance his lips pressing against Eddie’s and his tongue coaxing into the metalhead’s mouth tasting like pumpkin beer and potential.
When they broke apart Eddie let out a content sound that burrowed between Steve’s ribs and planted in his chest.
“It’s better.” Eddie finally said.
Steve cocked his head, body still reeling, still wanting.
“Than I imagined back then. Maybe the timing wasn’t right, you know? We’ve both grown. Now the timing feels right.” Eddie clarified.
Eddie had the mixtape playing in his van an identical one to what he had made Steve when he picked up Gareth the following morning to grab breakfast, “What is this? Reliving your youth?"
Eddie laughed at his attitude.
Love letters, he thought to himself as they drove to the diner, crush confessions by song.
He smirked at Gareth, "I kissed Steve Harrington, actually we have a date on Friday."
Gareth groaned and turned up the music. It felt like 1986 all over again, atleast Eddie got the guy this time.
Crush confessions with a halloween twist. 🥰🎃💕
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ryecattz · 2 months
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141+Others pet hcs
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YOU AND HIM^^^
Tbh, i feel like cod works that arent smut/porn with plot get really underapreciated, not just mine but many others:(
Consider showing some SFW writers some luv<3
These are what cod characters would have as pets plus what their dream pet is :D
Simon Riley
He’d definetly have an cat from a shelter, he saw a poster of the kitty around town, she was 11 with a torn ear. It was a black and white tuxedo cat.
He named her missy, nothing too crazy.
His dream pet is definetly a predatory bird, he LOVES barn owls so much. “Creepy in a good way” hed say.
John mactavish
“You have a Scottish terrier, or soemthing? A scot like you-“ yes. Yes he does.
He treats the dog like a prince, taking him to the groomer atleast one a month.sometimes two.
He’d name the pup ringo<3 hed have the perfect little stash.
His dream pet(s) are too just have a bunch more. And maybe a border collie.
Kyle garrick
He’d have two cats, a brown tabby names cashmere and a white and flame point Siamese named egg.
He’d love them to death, taking them on walks with their little booties on, cat toys, catnip and scratchers for them all in the living room.
His dream pet is a serval! Weird, right? But he loves them.
John price
He would have an old chocolate lab and an old blue healer, the lab named bear and the healer named rustie, since she had a few red spots in her.
He doesn’t really have a dream pet, he loved adopting dogs from shelters<3
Konig
Dude would have a large Maine coon, just as scary as he is! But the kittys just a sweetheart, konig treats the cat like a bay, holding her, feeding her the little squeezes whenever she finishes her dinner.
The cats named missy, he has a few toys scattered around the house for the kitty, who wears a pretty pink collar with a bow on it.
His dream pet? Irish wolfhound. He had one when he was little, he LOVED the dog. Has a picture and his tag on a shelf in his home as a tribute to his old dog.
Rodolfo Parra
Has a xl bully <3 loves the pup so much! Also has a little cat,its a tiny orange tabby named peach ! The pup is named bunny because it has one floppy ear <33
His dream pet? None actually, is so very comfortable with his two pets and cant imagine a life without them
Alejandro Vargas
Had a black cat, he loves her to death! The kittys named mala (mean)
His dream pet? A falcon, always has been <3
Valeria
Has an Akita and a cane corso
Has her dream pets <3 her dogs :3
Sebastian Kruger
Has a raven, it only has one wing :( found the poor thing outside, kept it and named it peep
His dream pet? More peeps.
Nikolai
Russian terrier.!!! He loves the little guy so much, takes him on walks whenever he can and since they have short fur, he has little sweaters for his dog. He named him scruff.
Doesn’t have a dream pet, just loves scruff
Graves
He has a Australian Shepard! Loves her so much, shes named bingo!
Dream pet is a golden retriever, but loves bingo way to much to get another dog <33
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bonny-kookoo · 2 years
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🧸 + 💗 + 🐕 “you cant chew on that, doll”
p.s- remember to stay hydrated my lovely <3
(there was an added ask saying it's for Jungkook, DDLG+Fluff+Hybrid)
Part of the drabble game!
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Languages are marked as: english | korean
"you can't chew on that, doll." jungkook chuckles amused, carefully taking the plastic necklace out from between your lips even though you whine a little about it. "no, don't get fussy now puppy. You've been so good the entire time." he praises, playfully bouncing you a bit on his thigh where you're sitting. He already knows you're gonna feel embarrased and overall bad for slipping in such a bad time- forcing him to take you with him to the music video shooting, even though he himself had no issue with it. It was mainly society that forced you into believing the way you behaved was bad and wrong- even if you had no control over it.
And Jungkook himself could only see you as absolutely adorable anyways.
Ripping open a pack of Jjondeugi, he instead gives that to you to nibble on, well aware of your oral fixation especially in stressful situations like this. Your half-floppy puppy ears constantly move towards any noise, as you try and focus on everything around you. He can't help but pet one of them, soft fur between his fingers while you whine again- this time it's only playful banter however, as you shake your head in joking protest, making him laugh, and your tail wag.
"doesn't it get overwhelming when she's.. You know, like this?" Charlie asks, and Jungkook needs a moment to put his thoughts into words the english speaking artist would be able to understand.
"not much." he says, brushing some hair out of your face as your leg starts to wiggle, body getting antsy since you're unable to roam around freely. "she- uh.. Very sweet. I don't care." he explains, and the fellow artist nods.
"yeah I have a friend who owns a dog hybrid and a puppy one as well. His puppy is a lot harder to handle- never stays still even when the dog is watching over them!" he laughs, making Jungkook chuckle as well. "but she seems super sweet. Must be hard to stay still like that." he says, already well aware he shouldn't touch you. You've squirmed away uncomfortably already when he'd approached you at the start of the shooting- with Jungkook explaining that you didn't like physical contact from anyone but him when you were like this. The american artist had understood thankfully, surprised how relatively calm you still stayed.
Jungkook knows he's got lucky with you.
While everyone around him thought it was already a bad idea to adopt a hybrid, it got even worse when he'd admitted that you weren't just a dog hybrid, but a puppy- basically a hybrid who often falls into a non-verbal headspace to cope with too much stress or sensory overload. It's a rare thing, and doesn't even need to be a result of trauma- in hybrids, it's simply genetics that sometimes make it happen. But even though he himself had his doubts, he does have to admit that he'd won the lottery with you.
You never get too much for him to handle, even deep in your headspace just like now. You're just the sweetest thing- how could he not love you? How could anyone not love you?
The rest of the shooting goes well, translator playing around with you while Jungkook finishes up the last scenes with his co-artist, eager to go home with you just as much as you are. You're an odd couple, that's for sure-
But you fit together like perfect puzzle pieces.
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fopzaferrari · 5 months
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Please ignore these if you don’t feel like answering them or you already answered them ❤️ Fancy a fun question chain to pass around f1blr?? Over to you, lovely!
Name (or what you want to be called on tumblr)
Where are you from?
Where do you live?
Any pets?
Favorite driver(s) currently on the grid, and why?
Favorite driver(s) not currently on the grid and why?
Favorite romantic driver pairing(s) (e.g. Maxiel, Carlando)
Driver you’re most attracted to physically
Driver whose personality you like best
Favorite driver friendship(s)
Favorite team principal
Favorite team
Least favorite team, if any
Driver(s) you dislike, if any
If you’re a fic writer: if you could only write about one f1 pairing for the rest of your life who are you choosing?
Please send this to 10 (or more!) other F1 tumblr users that you love and want to get to know better 🫶
>:D aw yeah this sounds fun!! Hehe I love ask/tag games lol skdhksgejs so ty!!!!
Well for starters, my name is Rune! This is the name I go by most often here/as of recent 😎
I’m from the USA & I’m pretty open about being a Californian so there’s some more info for ya lol
I’ve always lived here, just in different parts of the state >;)
Yes, I have four pets!! A dark brown/brindle dog who’s the sweetest ever and looks like an eternal puppy even thought he’s probably around 8 now 😭 super floppy ears & cute eyes & paws & I love him so much. I also have a calico cat, and she’s super sweet & adorable but also very weird lmfao. I also sort of? have a small white fluffy dog and a chunky grey cat >:D they’re super cute and I’ll post pics of them at some point lmao
Honestly I love so much of the grid it’s ridiculous, like girl pick a fav….. and all for different reasons ya know? I really like Daniel because of how charismatic and resilient he is, as well as Carlos bc like… he’s so smart wtf.. also being the only non rbr driver to win a full race this year 😮‍💨 so cool istg. I also like charles because he’s been thru sm shit yet he powers on yk :’) very admirable. ALSO ALBON. He just seems really fun and sweet 😭 I also ship him and Lily so hard like they’re adorable. Also alonso & max r so funny I can’t. I COULD TALK ABT SM DRIVERS BUT I WONT FOR YALLS SAKE….
Fav driver not on the grid is good ole Kimi Räikkönen hehe… I just think he’s really funny and I love how deadpan and just matter of fact he is 😭 I feel like I’d get along with him idk lmfao. ALSO? His vibes 👌👌👌 especially in like the 2000s bro was just ultimate cool guy vibes. Like him having to retire from the Monaco gp in 2006 then walking straight onto his yacht like 💀 bruh.
🤔 omg honestly I feel like I’ve been ever so slowly pushed into carlando and charlos territory 😭 AND ITS GREAT! I guess I’m not mainly here to ship but I can like totally see it sometimes like.. ur telling me these two guys aren’t married.. yeah okay 🤨 ESPECIALLY WHEN CARLOS KEEPS CALLING CHARLES HONEY LIKE LMFOAHDSK AND THE THEIR SUITS AT THAT RECENT BALL/GALA/CARPET THING?? Like bro. Be real with me for a second.
ahhhhhh okay i guess for who I like most physically I guess I have to put it in like. A NEARLY MATCHING AMOUNT. But probably like Charles Daniel and Carlos 😭… like I’ve only seen maybe a season of DTS? But when I started it I told Percy who I initially had a crush on and it was Carlos & Daniel 😞❤️ IDK THEY DO SMTHN FOR ME. And Charles is like. Omfg. I cant even describe lord. (The list is long.)
and I guess I have to go with Daniel for whose personality I like best :(( he just. Seems very fun and sweet and like. Idk u can tell he really wants it. I adore his and Max’s friendship so much and they’re probably my fav friend pairing on the grid ;3 I also think that Charles Max & Albon seem like. Rlly fun. And sweet so there’s them hehe
>:D BEST DRIVER FRIENDSHIP IS MAXIEL. Close close second is Charlos bc I’ve seen so many of their challenge/promotion videos together and they just have such a strong energy when they’re together and it’s totally contagious. But also carlando is >>>> top tier!!! I swear seeing their hug after Singapore always makes me all 🥹
😭 feel like I def have to go Toto here bc I’ve seen the most of him and I even have a photo of him as my tiktok profile picture lol
👊😔 fav team is Ferrari. I’m stuck here lol. Liked Carlos & Charles and committed so now I’m just in purgatory until our car’s rlly good again ;3 but! I like all of the history behind it and we’ve had a bunch of cool drivers like Kimi, Alonso, Seb, Michael, and so many more like…. That’s so cool… (:’) I have 2 hats coming in the mail)
Idk least favorite team might just be Alpine but I guess that’s just because I know the least about them ???? :0 I should look into that
For drivers I dislike I guess like? Checo? Like idk the shit he’s said or done in the past it’s like 😔 cmon man. And idk I’m not the biggggest Lance Stroll fan but I also don’t rlly think I dislike him yk. I ALSO HAVE MIXED EMOTIONS ABT PIERRE IDK LMFAO
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sunshinetoshi · 3 years
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it's been nine hours and i'm still not over it. unbelievable. ignore me if you already read these tags from my other post. or ignore me in general i am just saying hi to the void that is my blog
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OKAY but listen. he got up came back with his pupper and was like "amaya did i hear you have a dog?" (my dogs were barking earlier in the meeting) so i got my dog and we introduced our puppers and made them wave at each other and then when my dogs went away to bark at a noise he was talking to his dog like "oh do you hear that boy? what's that?"
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kwritingbooks · 2 years
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ugh you are such a good writer you are doing so good with starboy! i cant wait to see the next update! also just a question but do you think i can request a small blurb of starboy picking out a animal at the animal shelter and he’s overwhelmed because he wants to bring them all home with him?
thank you so much! yes of course :’) i got a lil carried away
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A set of double doors opened as the animal shelter worker allowed them through. Their name tag was slightly askew and partially rubbed off, but Harry was too excited for what was behind the doors to ask the worker for a name clarification.
Ever since Aurora mentioned animal shelters to him, it was all he kept bringing up. She would pretend to be annoyed by it, but she knew better. She also wouldn’t mind going either. This shelter was her favorite because they let you take your choice of dog out for a walk.
He had practically jumped off the couch the second she asked if he wanted to go. She had never seen him move so quickly; he was already out the door before she finished putting on her second shoe.
“Wow,” Harry ogled.
An assortment of large and small barks filled the entire room. Even Aurora’s eyes grew wide with intrigue as she scanned across the area. Harry was still lingering by her side, seemingly waiting for his cue to walk closer to the animals.
“There’s so many, Aurora,” he said with amazement. His smile faltered slightly as he looked at her sullenly. “All of these dogs don’t have homes? Homes like Astro?”
Her half-smile twitched with disappointment, and she shrugged her shoulders. She brightened her stance as she moved towards the kennels. “Not yet, but one day.”
Her change of tone seemed to re-spark his excitement and he zoomed right past her, leaving a gust of wind in his path. He stopped at the first cage he saw, enwrapping his fingers through the chain link door. It was a smaller dog, perhaps mixed with Border Collie and some other small breed due to its size.
“Maggie,” Aurora read aloud from the sign beside her cage. “That’s a cute name, don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” his voice had that sunken undertone to it again and she furrowed her brows in examination. “She looks so sad. Why isn’t she happy like Astro?”
Aurora hummed as she tried to think of a way to make him feel better about the dogs’ situations. “Sometimes they get sad until they find someone they love and who loves them back, just like us.”
Harry turned his head towards her with a small smile. “Really?”
She nodded her head, motioning for him to follow her to more of the dogs.
“Look at this one!” Harry shouted. She wasn’t even aware he had broken away, already gallivanting to another section of dogs. “Or this one—No wait! This one with the floppy ears! Wait!”
Aurora walked over to him, a small laugh breaking through her lips. He looked so flustered and not sure where to look next. There were a multitude of different breeds of different sizes, but so many of them were poking their wet noses through the cracks to get closer to Harry.
“There’s so many! They all want me—I think. Is that what they’re doing, Aurora? Do they want me to pet them?” He leaned down towards one of the bigger dogs, with mixtures of browns in its fur. “I think this one likes me.” It licked his fingers just as he said it again, with a tail wag.
He spun his head back towards her, and she could’ve sworn he jut out his bottom lip just for a moment.
“Aurora?”
“Yes, Harry?” She chuckled out, intently watching him as he switched to the next dog.
“Do you think we could fit all of them in my apartment?”
She laughed out of instinct, but then stopped when she noticed he didn’t even budge a smile. He was very serious, and funnily enough, it made her heart swell.
“Harry, that would be too expensive. And messy. Just one, okay? We can come back tomorrow and pick another one.”
“And the next day another one?”
“Sure.”
“And the next?”
She breathily laughed, “Yes Harry, until we’ve walked every one of these dogs, okay?”
He smiled, exposing his deepened dimples.
“Deal.”
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neeksnorton · 3 years
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Drunk In Love // Abner Krill x GenderNeutral!Reader
Abner Krill x GenderNeutral!Reader - Short Story
REQUESTED BY: @jay-cosplay-bin
A/N - hi there! this is my first request story. Definitely shorter than my usual 2K+ stories, but i think this turned out pretty good. I'm keeping requests open for a little while longer, but I have a LOT of requests so I may close soon. If you submitted a request i will 100% get to it. thanks for the immeasurable support!
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~ You've had some undisclosed feelings for Abner, and you've been wondering if he feels the same. You plan on asking him, but his feelings decide to come out differently. ~
NSFW TAGS : mutual pining, drinking, awkward convo, clubbing, taking shots, minor angst
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You and Abner had been having some tension during the mission to Corto Maltese. Brushing hands, bumping into each other. You noticed that he seems to blush any time you touch him or look at him. The group was barely into the mission, and you had started to develop feelings for him.
That was really your famous thing. Applying for Task Force X, falling in love with one of the members of your team, and then they die. Every. Single. Time. The inmates laughed at you for it. You HATE that it’s become your schtick, but whatever. It stung, but each time it gets a little easier.
You hate to admit it, but Ab felt different. A different… but good… feeling came over you when you looked at him. Something about his tall lanky body, his black floppy hair, and beautiful sad brown eyes… you almost hated him for it. He wasn’t supposed to make you want him like this. Why did he have to be different? Why did ANYONE have to be different?
Whatever. It was too much to unpack during a mission, so you figure it’d be best to just brush it off as best you can until the mission is over. If he stayed alive it would be a miracle. He’d probably be your fucking soulmate or something.
Probably the best time to snap back to reality. You guys are on the bus ride, on the way to some dumb strip club to find Grieves. Abner is sitting behind you on the bus, looking solemnly out the window. It made you so sad when he looked like that. He was lost in his mind, deep in thought about something. Perhaps reliving something. You couldn’t tell.
His eyes meet yours, and for just a moment, the sadness went away. His puppy dog eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth cracked into a small smile. His cheeks turned a rosy pink.
Your heart skips a beat. Your chest tightens up and you have to look away when you crack a smile. Holy shit, you think to yourself. You have to tone this shit down. You can’t get ahead of yourself, he could fucking die, what would you do then? The thought of him possibly dying makes your throat constrict and you have to push the thought out of your head before you get emotional.
You get off the bus and make your way inside the club, sitting down at a booth. Rick orders a couple rounds of shots for everyone. The hot tequila burns your throat wildly, but you love the feeling. You look at Ab sitting across from you, and he takes his shot like you did, swiftly and with no hesitation. He starts coughing, and everyone around the table laughs at him.
You can’t help but giggle, you know he was trying to impress you. Even though it was a failed attempt, it was so cute. The way he tried to do something just like you did, but fumbling a little. It was so goddamn cute.
You take a few more shots, Abner follows but with more ease than the first time. He’s starting to loosen up a little. His shoulders aren’t as tense, he’s not moving so stiffly. He’s laughing a little bit more, and he doesn’t seem so lost in himself like usual.
Everyone leaves the booth single file and moves to the dance floor. As you begin to dance, you feel the alcohol swiftly coursing through your veins. The lights are blurring, everything’s moving so slowly.
Someone bumps into you from behind. It’s Abner.
“Ahh-hah- shit… s-sorry…” He smiles with a toothy grin. Jesus, he’s so drunk. His speech is so slurred, you can barely make out what he’s saying. His lips are moving, you heard him say sorry, but everything else is jumbled. Whatever he’s saying, he’s pretty excited about it.
“What??” You yell over the music.
He sighs dramatically. “I SAID… y-you are just absolutely ammmAAZing. I c-cant stop thinking ‘bout you since we started our mission, and I am so… Ahh…”
You swallow. Shit. Is what he’s saying true? Does he really think that?”
“So what? You’re so what??”
“... D-drunk.”
You both bust out with laughter. You fall into him and breathe in. You get a whiff of his cologne and you feel an ache in your core. He smells so fucking good.
His arms wrap around your waist and your center tightens even more. Holy shit. This is happening. It’s really happening.
You look up at him.
Abner looks at you as if you are the only person in the world. He doesn’t want anything else except you. There is nothing else here but YOU.
His lips slightly part, and he bends down. You bite you lip out of nervousness.
Fuck it.
You grab his face and quickly meet his lips with yours. His eyes widen, but then fall closed soon after.
This was pure bliss. Electricity was coursing through your body. Every nerve was burning with desire. Your stomach was on fire, yearning for more. You wanted him so badly, more than you’ve ever wanted anyone in your whole life. Kissing someone never felt like this. Was it always supposed to feel like this?
The alcohol was heavy on his breath as his tongue explored your mouth. He was intoxicating. You needed more. So much more.
By the same token, he was entranced by you. He didn’t have a care in the world but you. He felt a primal urge to protect you and shield you. To mark you up and show the whole world that you were gonna be his. Forever.
"I love y-you..." he whispered into your ear, making your whole body shiver.
God fucking dammit. This was gonna be a problem.
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Title: Inevitable Author: BlindingEchoes Rating: E Tags: Werewolf AU, Human Castiel, Monster Dean, Werewolf Mates, Canon Typical Violence, Scent Marking, Scent Kink, Bottom Cas/Top Dean, MCD not Destiel Major Character Death Estimated Length: 25-30K Summary: Cas has been drifting through life for the better part of two and a half decades living with a hollowness in the center of his chest that hit him one day when he was seventeen, day in and day out it was there, he never understood what it was and why he felt it. Then one day he meets Dean and that hollowness starts to disappear, is it love or something else?Dean was bitten and turned into a werewolf when he was fifteen years old, that was when his entire world changed and he had to leave everything he knew behind. Hated and hunted, he was lost most of his life. That was until he was welcomed into a werewolf pack that lived in harmony with the humans around them, allowing Dean to settle into the routine of a simple life. That all changes when he meets Castiel, a human with no knowledge of the supernatural world who also happens to be Dean’s perfect mate. Nothing was ever easy in his life, was it? Keep reading for a snippet. Posting will start May 7, 2022!
“Watch out!” Cas called out toward the man when it became clear that Miracle was going to jump up on him, the contractor was holding what looked to be a scalding cup of coffee in his hands and would no doubt end up dumping it all over himself if a thirty pound dog barreled into him.
The contractor turned at the sound of Cas’ voice, glancing down at the dog rushing towards him. “Stop.” He said simply and to Castiel’s complete surprise, Miracle did. “Sit.” The man told her, the dog quickly followed his command. “Good girl!” He smiled, leaning over to scratch behind Miracle’s floppy ears.
“What the hell? She doesn’t even listen to me like that.” Cas complained, slightly winded as he came to a stop just behind where the dog was. The contractor’s attention was still completely on Miracle, giving her all the attention a bratty dog loved and craved.
“Eh, I’ve got a way with animals, well, dogs. Cats kinda hate me, but I think cats kinda hate every…” The man trailed off as he looked up from his crouched over position to meet Castiel’s eyes. “One.” He finished, seemingly dumbfounded by Cas’ mere presence. Not that Cas didn’t understand the feeling, the moment he locked eyes with the man his heart rate kicked up. He felt breathless and dizzy yet completely grounded at the same time, like some sort of seismic shift happened inside of him in that single moment. It felt like the barren wasteland that he had carried within himself for decades suddenly bloomed, forests grew, rivers ran, the very world's axis moved. He could no longer feel gravity pushing down onto his shoulders, instead it now kept his feet on the ground leaving him incapable of floating away. All of that simply because he was pinned in place by a pair of the greenest eyes he had ever seen in his life, early morning sunlight sparkling in them like they were some kind of precious jewel. “Oh.” The man breathed as he straightened up, never once breaking his intense eye contact with Cas, not that Castiel was complaining about it. Quite the contrary in fact, he never wanted to blink again if it meant he could keep looking at the man standing before him. “It’s you.” Castiel canted his head to the side, brows pinching downward slightly, what an odd thing to say. Clearly the man thought so too as he quickly fumbled through his introduction. “I mean, I’ve seen you - walking, seen you walking your dog for the last week, um, so like, it’s… uh, I’m Dean.” He finally said, holding out a hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled and Castiel went weak in the knees.
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You forced this upon yourself😂 you forced this rambo simp.(and i dont mind)
Okay this may not be as good! But! Im giving you the liberty to take it where you want!(because i love your little details and how you express the feeling in your writing i- AH! Its great. I cant say it enough, it’s great. I mean it.)
How about Rambo finally getting enough courage to show The rancher around the tunnels, in a date sort of way!(they don’t know thats actually where he lives. Aka that photo i showed you before.) i really saw how the rancher was so happy to have him at their house, I’d love to see rambos side of scheduling a house tour and date type deal!! Maybe him even sitting and showing the rancher through all his old photos, and them just in awe because wow. He’s so much cooler than they even thought! He just so nervous and surprised seeing them so interested in him after all this time alone, and them just- in awe of him.
( i also really think it would be funny seeing rambo go through his friends house and seeing-“why the hell you have so many plants???” And just. Adorable assassin living with a wholesome and loving hardworking s/o)
Ah! Im sorry if that’s not as good!! But hey, you feel free to describe their antics and relationship as you will!!
I think I may have run a bit with this, but I hope you like it regardless!😊💛
I've Got Your Back, You've Got Mine.
John Rambo (Rambo IV/V) x reader
Warnings: mention of death, mention of war, mention of injury, mention of PTSD, mention of violence, (possible flash warning for gif?)
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The heavy knock on the door surprises me where I'm sitting, the sharp sound snapping me from my thoughts. Looking over at it from my position at the table, I frown and set down my spoon, standing to go answer, unsure of who it is: I'm not expecting anyone today. Colt looks up from his place on the floor, the dog just as curious as I am as to whom it may be, though he doesn't bark, so it must be someone we know. He watches me as I cross the room, going straight to the door.
Opening it, I'm somewhat surprised to see my neighbour, John, standing there, a tentative smile on his face as he looks me over appreciatively, his gaze drawing a blush to my face. 
"Mornin' (Y/n)." He greets, rough voice friendly as he waits for me to let him in.
"Morning John." I smile back, delighted to see him, "What can I do for you?"
I step back, waiting for him to enter, which he does so with a nod of thanks.
"Since when have I needed a reason to see you?" The veteran chuckles, the sound reverberating within me, my brain subconsciously storing the action away for later recall. Gently, John moves into my space, one hand coming to lightly rest on my hips as the other cups my face, drawing me in for a slow kiss. 
Kissing back, I feel a glow of happiness flare up in me at this contact: he's never really one to initiate touch like this, so it's a whole lot more intimate when he does. Relaxed, I loosely wrap my arms around his neck, languidly caressing his dark hair as our lips move together. 
Being the killjoy he often loves to be, Colt pushes in between us, nosing at John's leg, tail wagging enthusiastically as he recognises the familiar man, the dog as fond of his company as I am. Chuckling, John and I pull apart, looking down at the large canine between us, the dark eyes staring up at us imploring us to pay attention to him. Still smiling, John lowers a hand to scratch Colt's head, ruffling his floppy ears a little as the dog instantly allows his mouth to hang open, tongue lolling in content.
"Hey, Colt." The veteran greets, biting back a laugh as the dog pushes me out of the way, nudging at John's stomach.
"He never gets that excited to see me." I complain jokingly, standing back to watch the two interact, a smile playing at my lips.
"Sure he does." John replies, eyes fixing on mine with an expression of fondness, one that had me weak at the knees.
"He really doesn't, he just sits in the corner and whines at me until I feed him. Isn't that right?" I address the dog himself, giving him a light slap on the rear, his ridiculous height meaning I can quite easily reach it, "Anyhow, did you need something? Or did you just come here to kiss me? I can't say I'll complain if that's the case."
Cheekily, I wink at the veteran, leaning back against a nearby counter.
"As nice as that sounds, it's not the reason I came by." He chuckles, blushing lightly, "Though that does sound good."
Grinning, I nod my agreement, only now taking in his body language: he's nervous. His hands fidget, rubbing his fingers over scars and lines on his palms, and he shifts from foot to foot every now and then, small tells he's never quite managed to hide from me.
"Is something up?" I ask him, slightly more serious this time, unnerved by his discomfort.
"No, no, not at all. I, err, well, I just wanted to ask you something." He rubs the back of his neck, head tilted to the side as he regards me, dark eyes fixed on mine.
"Ok, go for it." I prompt him, curiosity sparking my interest.
"Well, do you wanna come to mine? I mean properly, like in the house." John cocks his head to the side, lowering his arm again.
Blinking, I feel shock flood my system, before it turns to unbelievable happiness that he's trusting me enough to come into his private space. Initially, I can't find the right words, somehow struggling to respond, until I find my tongue again.
"I would love to, John." I agree, features lighting up as my mood brightens, "There's nothing I've really got to do today except train up one of the younger horses, so I've got as long as you want after that."
"Great. Is four o'clock alright?" The veteran smiles broadly, though he still looks somewhat nervous.
"Yeah, should be. I'll be there." I promise him, taking up my Stetson from the table as I briefly turn away to put away the plate I was using, having lost my appetite in my sudden excitement.
"I'll get it tidy." He says, looking around the room again, "I'll never understand why you have so many plants in your house. It's like a damn jungle."
At his comment, I laugh loudly, glancing around at the variety of different houseplants I have placed on various shelves, the greenery practically covering every available surface. 
"Because it's way too dry to grow anything like this outside all the time. Anyway, they look nice." I shrug, calling Colt to my side as I follow John from the house, grabbing my jacket from the hook as I pass.
"But why so many?" 
Once again, I shrug, following him over to a nearby post, where he's hitched Bandit, the horse I gave him a few months ago. The buckskin stallion paws at the ground, his pale coat looking as clean as ever even as he noses at the dust, the dark colouring around his eyes (the reason for his name) and legs standing out much more in the bright sun. As we approach, he looks up, snorting in greeting.
"He's looking good." I acknowledge, admiring the strong stallion appreciatively - I had reared Bandit from a foal, before I had given him to the veteran as a gift four months ago, hoping it will help him to grow his own ranch. My plan had worked, and John now has four horses, including Bandit, as well as a couple of other animals, such as a cow, a pig and five chickens. I'd sold him a couple of goats as well, but we soon found out that John and goats just didn't get along. At all.
"Yeah, he's doing well, too. Takes the training very well, too." John runs a hand through the stallion's dark mane, untying the reins.
"That's good. Reckon he'll be ready for a competition soon?" 
"Should be." 
Snorting again, Bandit pulls at the reins, clearly eager to get going, especially as Colt moves up to sniff at the horse's back legs. I quickly whistle him over, knowing Bandit has always been shifty around the dog.
"I'll see you at four then." I finally say, unwilling to say goodbye, even if it is only for a few hours.
"Yeah, see you then." John smiles, leaning in to kiss me again, keeping it brief this time, leaving me wishing for more, as he always does.
"See ya." I grin, watching him climb into the saddle, still somehow fluid in doing so despite his age. 
Gathering the reins in hand, John adjusts himself in the saddle, before he smiles down at me again as he gently urges Bandit into motion. Obediently, the stallion moves into a swift trot, which turns into a faster canter as the two move off down the driveway, heading towards the split in the fence separating our land. I watch as they go, still finding myself enraptured by the sight of the muscular man sat astride the horse, Colt eventually snapping me from my mind as he barks at me. Shaking my head, I follow him towards the stable.
Hours later, having showered and cleaned up, I feel a sense of relief go through me as I hoist myself into the saddle secured into place on Leo's back. It's relaxing, the stallion beneath me more relaxed than the youngster I've been trying to train all day: she never gave me a break. Seemingly sensing this, as he always does, Leo flicks his ears back and nickers softly, very lightly pawing the ground as I give him a pat on the neck, glad to have a more reliable horse taking me where I need to be.
Tilting back my Stetson, I take the reins in hand and ease the stallion into a trot, intending to let him pick up his own pace, my trust in this horse far greater than in the mare from before. Obediently, Leo moves into the correct gait, the two of us moving as if as one, years of riding together having made it easy for us to become in tune with each other. Together, we start off down the road towards John's ranch, the new path we've created beaten and well-used, allowing for relatively easy riding. Leo's hooves pound the dry ground rhythmically, my hips moving in time with his every stride, the relaxing movement helping to calm the nerves that have sprung up inside me.
A part of me is still unconvinced about going into John's home. Yes, I had helped him rebuild it and had seen very little of the inside rooms, but it still feels as if I'm intruding upon the veteran's safe space, his reprieve from the cruelty of the world he lives in. Something about that doesn't sit right with me, but I tell myself it's John's decision to make, not mine, so I should trust him, which I do, wholeheartedly. 
I'm still torn by the time I reach the main house, where John is already sat waiting for me in his rocking chair, dark eyes fixed on me as I approach. Lifting a hand to him, I smile and slow Leo to a halt, praising the horse as I climb down, the gray stallion nosing affectionately at me. Swiftly, I tie him to a nearby post, only to stop when John calls out to me.
"Put him in the stable for the night." He instructs me, gesturing for me to follow him as I try to fight back the sudden onslaught of racing thoughts at his implications: he wants me to stay the night?
"Sure, thanks." I smile back at him, walking after him with Leo in tow.
"Don't worry about it. It's not fair on him if he has to stay out all night." John waves me off with a short grin, "How'd training go?"
I groan.
"Not great. That horse has it in for me, I swear." I complain, rubbing at my arm, remembering the moment I got the new bruise forming there.
"Oh yeah?" He muses, looking amused.
"Yeah. She threw me off eight times!"
"Eight times? Wow, must be a new record." The veteran jokes, something that stirs up the familiar fondness inside me at his more personable behaviour.
"I reckon so. Painful one to set, though, I'll tell you." I remark, smiling broadly as we enter the stable, where I quickly house Leo next to Bandit, removing his tack and other gear.
"Must be." John watches me work, leaning against the door to the large building, muscular arms crossed over an equally muscular chest. Turning back to him, I have to stop and admire the bulging of his biceps as his hands grip his forearms, the veins I've come to love laying out a pattern on the tanned limbs. Everytime I see them, I imagine his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me safe and secure against his solid body, wishing I could feel his hands splayed against me more often.
"Like what you see?" John interrupts my thoughts, voice teasing as he lifts an eyebrow at me, almost smirking at me.
Blushing furiously, I avert my gaze, lifting a hand to gently tap the brim of my Stetson out of my vision.
"You know I do." I laugh nervously, before I look back up at him, "Anyway, since when do you use pickup lines?"
"Since I figured out they get you all flustered." His playful tone is new to me, though it's gone almost as soon as I see it, his guarded expression falling back into place as he returns within himself, probably thinking he overstepped some invisible boundary.
I still can't help stammering for a response, his gruff tone awakening something within me.
"Heh, I guess you're right." I stutter, going over to him.
Nodding, he keeps his expression straight, leading me out back to the house, where he quickly welcomes me inside.
"I tried to tidy it as much as possible, but it's still a bit messy." The veteran apologises, observing the interior of his home critically, even as I do so in awe.
The rooms, from what I can see, are mostly filled with sparse furniture, a few chairs here and there, an old sofa, a couple of vanities and dressers, with a mantlepiece in most, if not all, of them. He hasn't used much colour, but what he has used is tasteful and works well with the overall appearance. The walls, however, are what really draw me into the place.
They are littered with photographs and memorabilia, frames and objects cleaned and polished so they shine brightly in the afternoon sun, many smiling faces visible in them. Curious, I go over to one wall, looking over the array of pictures, which I now recognise to be images of John and his friends from the years he spent here. Amongst them is a creased black and white photo of a young John sat astride a horse not unlike Bandit, a broad grin on the boy's face as he stares at the camera from under a mop of thick black hair. I can feel a small smile creep onto my face at the sight of the veteran looking so happy and carefree, something I've not seen very much of at all in my time around him.
"That was my first horse, Hector. I had him until I left for the army." John says from behind me, sounding somewhat quiet, eyes softened from nostalgia as he stares at the picture along with me, "I loved him a lot, but my father always said he wasn't good enough."
His words hang in the air as I stay speechless, listening intently to what he's saying to me: it's the first I'm hearing about his life before he came here again.
"What happened to him? Hector, I mean." I ask him quietly, tearing my eyes away to look up at John.
The veteran shrugs, appearing somewhat remorseful.
"I'll never know, but I reckon my father sold him as soon as I was gone."
"Oh." I frown, glancing back at the photograph.
"The horse was getting old by that time, though. He probably wasn't much use." John chuckles wryly, moving away towards the stairs nearby, "Do you want to see upstairs?"
"Yeah, sure." I nod, following him as he ascends to the second floor, which I now see consists of three different rooms.
He takes me to the farthest, opening the door to reveal an old study, which looks as if it hasn't been used in a good few years.
"This was my father's study, where he did all his business. I was never allowed in here as a kid." John sweeps his arm around the room, staying by the threshold, as if abiding by a rule that no longer exists, "Not that I go in here that much as an adult."
I look around, finding the neat area interesting: images of a young John hovering by the door, waiting for his father to finish business entering my head.
"It's nice, I like it." I remark, turning to find him smiling very slightly at me.
"It's the only room in the house that's exactly as it used to be. I haven't had time to do up the others properly." John says, leaving the study and going back down the hall, where he opens the other two doors to reveal a bathroom and an empty room.
A dull curiosity flares up within me as I realise one thing about the top floor, but I easily find a solution to it, following John back down the stairs. As we go, however, I realise that my assumption is wrong, as the only other rooms down here are missing the one thing I'd expect in any house.
"Where do you sleep? I haven't seen a bed or anything anywhere." I ask him, cocking my head to the side as he takes me to one final door.
"I'm gonna show you." He smiles at me, before he opens the door.
I blink as I see the dark steps descending into the ground, unease biting at my throat as I flash John a hesitant look. A cool draft wafts up from the black depth, but John only chuckles and moves down into the space below, gesturing for me to follow.
"It's perfectly safe, don't worry." He calls to me, a light flickering on as he reaches the bottom of the steps, illuminating the path to me.
Swallowing, I gingerly step down the stairs, emerging into a tunnel of sorts, my curiosity piqued as I take in the chiselled walls around me, the rock cast in an odd light from the naked bulbs positioned along the length of the cavern. Struts of wood hold the ceiling steady, wiring hanging off of them in places where he's had to hastily put it all together. John watches as I take in the passage, a thoughtful look in place on his face.
"What is this place?" I wonder aloud, still taken aback by the oddity of having a tunnel beneath the house that stretches off in both directions.
"This is my safe space." The veteran informs me, urging me along with him as we go further into the tunnel, walking together for a minute before we emerge out into a larger room of sorts, which is well lit. 
My eyes widen as I realise exactly what he means.
The room acts as his bedroom and bathroom, and also has space to sit and relax, the whole area having a homely feel to it. What was missing in the rooms in the house can be found down here, including more photographs, though these ones seem different to the others. They adorn the walls, all except one, which is decorated with a variety of weapons, both guns and knives. Going over to it, I look over the rifles and shotguns hooked onto the wall, struck speechless as I then turn my attention to a machete, the blade honed but chipped from use, seemingly out of place as it hangs beside another, smaller hunting knife. 
Moving on, I regard the photographs, only now realising that they're military pictures, many of them containing images of a youthful John in fatigues and uniform. A smile creeps back onto my lips as I feel my eyes land on a particular image of a group of men, where I can see John standing amongst them, a triumphant grin on his face, long locks of dark hair held back by a strip of fabric around his head. The others also smile, though there's something bittersweet about the inscription at the corner of the photo: Baker Team, Vietnam. As I look past the other pictures, I notice that the team slowly dwindles, beaming faces becoming drawn and solemn, eventually just leaving two people behind. Beneath this image is another inscription: Baker Team Survivors.
"That was my team in 'Nam." John says suddenly, voice husky as he remembers the friends he had, "None of them made it back. Not really."
Eyes wide, I look back at him, taking in the distant look in his own eyes, the barely concealed grief still raw in his expression as he stares at the photographs. Noticing my gaze, John gestures for me to come sit on the edge of his bed with him, the veteran pulling another photograph from it's place on his bedside table. Doing so, I make sure I'm not touching him, but am close enough to reassure him, waiting patiently for him to start talking of his own accord, knowing that this is a sensitive subject for him.
After a moment, he starts, his voice low as he pulls me into his stories, taking me through suffocating jungles and blistering heats, through recon and rescue missions, through bloody gunfights and hellfire,  through hours spent in torturous situations. He puts me in his shoes as he loses every single member of his team to the gruesome fight he should never have fought, the harrowing grief and pain of letting go of a comrade, someone who's supposed to be by your side for as long as the two of you can stay alive, laid bare for me to see and experience. And even as he moves on, back to familiar territory in the States, the fight never leaves him.
Facing harassment in what should be his safety and security, I can feel every bit of betrayal, of anger and grief that he felt as he is let down by his own country time after time, used again and again by the authorities to do their dirty work, only to be cast aside when it doesn't go their way, the old catchphrase he once lived by, "I've got your back, you've got mine" completely meaningless in this hollow life. His disgust in humanity is plain to me as he outlines his most recent forays into warfare, where the rage he felt is once again transferred to me, and I experience the violent need to take out the parasites in the world that destroy anything good that he did. It's as if I'm there with him, through everything, his description and memories so vivid they chill me to the core, keeping me hooked on his every word.
After a long while, he eventually trails off, and I realise there's a tear rolling down his cheek, his body shaking a little as he holds himself back. My heart breaking, I have to fight the urge to reach out and pull him into an embrace, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. I place my hand on his shoulder instead, rubbing the tight muscles soothingly until he looks up at me with the most heart-rending gaze I've ever seen in my life. At that point, my resolve breaks.
Carefully, I lean in and wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling the veteran towards me. He goes willingly, sobs wracking his body as he wraps his own hands around me, burying his face into my neck, tears flowing freely now as he lets himself go, each pained sound agonising to hear. Tightening my grip, I lay back onto the bed, allowing him to press his body around me, holding me against his muscular form as I rub his back, whispering soothing things to him as his breathing starts to calm a little. It takes time, but eventually he starts to relax, body going limp as he lays in my arms, his larger form awkwardly wrapped around mine as he depresses his face into the crook of my neck.
I barely hear his broken voice as he whispers to me.
"Thank you." 
Breathing in his familiar scent, I just mould myself closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead as he does the same to my neck.
"I'm here for you, John. I'm here, and I'll never leave. Not as long as I live, I promise."
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ladysophiebeckett · 2 years
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last year one of my dogs hurt his ear. he has floppy ears and one of them got, like, inflated? and i thought it was a bee sting and it wasn’t. it was a doggy ear hematoma where i guess a blood vessel pops and makes the ear inflate. and i panicked and made my family panic. we tried taking him to the vet but he was all barky everywhere and they gave us drugs and told us to try again later. 
so two weeks later we tried again by drugging him an hour before--and still they wouldnt see him. they didnt even try. he barked once but they still were like ‘hmm no’. even tho we did everything that was asked of us. so i had to carry him into the car, and by then he was very sluggish. and basically drugged my dog for nothing. we were so frustrated and annoyed (and like, yes i do feel like its a discrimination bc he looks part pit a little bit but i dont want go too much into that bc its a whole other thing). 
anyway, i took my drugged dog home and we read that leaving his ear as is was not life threatening. that it would eventually go down but that it would turn into ‘cauliflower’\’elephant ear’. so, a wrinkly ear. and it did just that over the weeks. and bc his ears are black you cant even notice it unless u were to touch them. and he’s healthy, he’s happy, he’s fine. 
two days ago i was on tiktok and a vet showed what the procedure looks like by doing it on an actual dog and it was so traumatizing. i cant believe that i wanted to do that to my dog. i love his elephant ear. i cant imagine putting him under the knife like that.  but like, i saw the whole thing. it was done on like a chihuahua or something. i just...it was horrible. i love my dog and his wrinkly ear and i wouldnt have him any other way. 
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overdramatics · 3 years
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1, 7, & 13 for the interesting asks??
1.what mundane things do you find beauty in? this one is so nice aaa. little imperfections. how when youre in a conversation with a close friend (or friends) you all laugh and talk over eachother and repeat things youve said many times, yet you understand eachother. going to the laundromat. making a cup of coffee the same way youve had it for days and days because its your favorite. going to dollar general
7.describe a sentimental object my childhood stuffed animal- hes a really old stuffed animal and kinda looks different than alot of the ones made in the past 10-15 years, his name is brownie. hes a brown and white dog with big floppy ears, his head is tilted a bit funny because when my brother and i were kids we decided to do a ‘surgery’ on him where we replaced his stuffing, and when i re did the sewing job recently (kids are really messy sewers) i messed up a bit around his neck haha. pretty sure hes never been washed.....
13.do you have a bucket list? if so, name one of the items on it. not really, no. thinking about life and my future is a really difficult thing for me to do, like i just cant seem to do it. would like to life alot of life though, before well. ill stop im starting to sound depressing :p
thank you finn!!
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ajoy3fanfics · 5 years
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Missing pt. VI
PT.V
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Tag list: @cstorm86 @shadykit  
AN: Surprise picture of what I’ve been up to at the end!
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It looked like his entire body wilted; ears drooped, shoulders sagged, the phone he had fought so hard for looked heavy in his limp hand. All of him looked utterly defeated, a sight so polar opposite from the feisty hanyou who prided himself on his strength. Miroku thought back to the time he has visited Inuyasha on a job site, purposefully coming early to catch a glimpse of his best friend and possibly embarrass him; He found him in the center of the action, the construction sight little more than dirt and steel, Inuyasha hoisting up the heavy metal himself, then bracing it as his employees came round to assist. Finishing quickly, he called for his crew to go to lunch, walking over to him with sweat on his brow and a smile. He looked more like a god with his Herculin strength than a half demon; In that moment, Miroku was convinced he was invincible. Now Inuyasha looked like a shell of the man he once was. Miroku stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do next or how to approach.
“Did you know?” The hanyou asked, gaze fixated on the wall in front of him. Miroku swallowed hard before answering.
“Kinda. Sort of.” Miroku combed his hands through his damp hair.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Inuyasha asked wearily.
“Oh, yeah, I’m going to be the one to break it to guy who just got released from the hospital with brain trauma that the ex girlfriend he’s fixated on has started dating.”
When Inuyasha made no signs of movement, he wondered if what he said registered at all. Sighing, he walked to the dresser, leaning against it. “I knew she was seeing someone. I’m not sure how serious it is.”
That finally got Inuyashas attention; he turned lethargically to look at him. When he said nothing, Miroku continued on, desperate to ease the tension.
“I know she’s gone out a few times with him, that’s whats Sango said at least.” Hearing her best friends name, the dog demons ears perked up.
“What does Sango say about him?” He asked. Miroku pressed his lips together, letting out a long winded hmmmm.
“Honestly?” He asked. Inuyasha nodded, saying nothing. “She thinks he’s okay. A little conceited perhaps, but Sango thinks hes good for her. She needed to move on. And he…he seems to really like Kagome.” He finished with a shrug.
“But does Kagome likehim?” He blurted in a rush, the first burst of energy he had seen in a while. His golden eyes seemed bright and fragile, like Mirokus answer could make or break him. He knew he had to tell him the truth, give him a dose of reality, but he had to do it delicately.
“Dude, she wouldn’t be seeing him if there wasn’t somethingshe liked. Maybe it’s best to let her go.” He crossed over to the bed, taking a seat near his oldest friend and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Kagome was a mess when you guys split. She’s finally putting her life back together.  Maybe you should just let it be, you know? She’s moving on and you can too. If you don’t want it to be with Kikyo fine, but-”
Inuyasha let the words rattle around his brain as he let Miroku prattle on, paying very little attention to what he was saying. Once he suggested he should stop pursing Kagome he had very little interest in hearing the rest. Knitting his brows together as he tried to piece together this fucked up mess he was in. So Kagome was with some guy, and was probably happy. Probably.
When they were together there was no question as to how she felt. She was always giving him smiles, small touches that were discrete yet intimate, just enough to let others know she was his, and he was hers. They were happy together, he knewit. He would come home from work, still sweaty and dirty despite cleaning up before leaving, and she would never shy away from his embrace, laughing as she shriveled up her nose, directing him to the shower with a playful push. They would go to bed together, sometimes separate, yet still wake up tangled in each other. And as for the bedroom-  well, he could stake his life on it that she was happier with him. He brought his attention back to Miroku, still in the middle of his sermon.
“-There’s plenty of other women out there, man. Kagome’s great and all but its time to move on.”
Seriously? He was telling him to let Kagome go off and be with some asshole, just like that?
“You want me to let her go?” He spat. “No way in Hell.”
Miroku frowned. “You already did. I know you don’t remember man, but the world has kept spinning. It’s been a long time for all of us since you two split. Its not fair to her to put this on her, not when she’s finally getting over you.”
Was he being selfish? It wouldn’t be the first time he was accused of it.
But the idea of letting Kagome go…
He wasn’t sure he could do it.
From everything he’d gathered, their break up hadn’t been easy on Kagome;
“I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know if I can let her go. Especially to some conceited prick. I cant give her to him.” His voice was raw, cracked.
“She’s not yours to give away.” His tone was firm. “She’s not a toy or something you own; she makes her own choices, Inuyasha.” Its not like this was easy on her either.” Miroku sighed. “Even as hurt as she was, she still came running to see you in the hospital. I’m sure she still has some lingering feelings for you- it would make sense. But shes just starting to move on.“ Miroku’s voice grew sterner. “Maybe you could get to her. Maybeyou could break her and this guy up, and squeeze your way back in her heart. But does she deserve that? Doesn’t she have a right to be with who she wants? Just because you cando something, doesn’t mean you should.”
Maybe he was right.
Maybe he should let her be. He knew in his heart, in his gut, his soul called for her; that if he somehow recovered his memories he wouldn’t regret his choice to send Kikyo away, to try and pursue Kagome to the ends of the Earth.  As certain as he was that shewas who he wanted… He couldn’t say the same for her. Did she even want him? Back then, without a doubt, but now…? Who the hell was he to judge for her? The details of their demise were sparse, but he obviously did a number on Kagome. If he did half the things she and Miroku were saying he did, what right did he have to love her? Should he let her go?
It would hurt like fucking Hell.
Inuyasha looked down at the phone in his hand, the picture of Kagome still lighting up the screen. She was wearing a white summer dress, a floppy sun hat shielding her from the harsh sunlight. She was in a field of sun flowers, the yellow glow surrounding her, a stranger with blue eyes and a white smile by her side. She had asked him to go with her, practically beggedhim to. He dismissed the idea easily, not wanting to go just for a pictures sake. Kagome had insisted that they could pick the flowers, that the farm looked like it came out of a dream, but Inuyasha was unmoved.
She looked spectacular; he wished so badly he had gone with her then, taken the time to do the little things. And she was right; the pictures were amazing- shelooked amazing. Studying the picture, he couldn’t help but wonder: is she happy?
“I swear I know this fucker from somewhere.” He grunted, finally pulling his eyes from the image of her. Every time he saw it, it felt like his heart was shattering. He was afraid to scroll further; he didn’t know how he’d handle if it if he saw her in the arms of another man, another demon.
“That’s Koga.” Miroku supplied. “They work together. He’s the gym teacher at her school.”
Fuck.
So she spent her entire day, Monday through Friday around this guy? Was he making moves on her while they were together? Did he try anything? That fucker probably slipped right in when they broke up. He probably saw an opportunity and pounced. He-
“Slow your roll.” Mirkoku cut through his spiraling thoughts. “I can already see where you’re going with this. You’re going to give yourself wrinkles if you think this hard.” Miroku stood up and promptly grabbed the phone from his hand. “She met him a like 2 months ago. He’s a new teacher at her school.”
Inuyasha frowned. For some reason, that didn’t make him feel better.
“Come onnnn.” Miroku drew out the word. “You’ve been given a second chance at life here! A do over!  Any mistakes you made In the last six months, fuck, you don’t even remember them! We should be celebrating. It’s a miracle your alive, and okay. We need to be living it up. So what if Kagomes dating. You should date too!” He was practically bursting with energy. “I’ll take you to a singles bar.”
“Pass, thanks.” He commented quickly, immediately disliking the idea. His best friend laughed, knowing what his reaction would be. The fact that he didn’t say ‘I’m not single, asshole’ was already an improvement on their earlier conversations.
“Just think about it. If you’re going to disrupt her life, make sure its worth it. Now in case you didn’t notice, I need to finish getting ready, so get out.”
As he was pushed out of the bedroom (literally) Inuyasha couldn’t help but wonder:
Should he let her go?
He knew he didn’t want to. Everything in him screamed not to.
But was it just selfishness?
For the first time, he needed to asked himself “what is best for Kagome?”
He wasn’t sure he was going to like the answer.  
AN:: I got a puppy and hes perfect! The next week I’ll be pretty slammed with work, but I will do my best to get another chapter out! Hope you enjoyed it!
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you cant just bring up an au where animals survive the apocalypse and not elaborate?????
v a l i d
okay so in this au, thirteen year old Five jumps and ends up in rubble and ruin and find his siblings and realizes that he is alone in the universe at the end of day
except Vanya didn’t destroy the moon in take one of the apocalypse, instead she was so angry at humanity for betraying her in every way - hey father, her siblings, even leonard in the end - that she decided that humanity didn’t deserve to exist. Her powers were a targeted strike, and they killed every living human before tearing her apart as well
so the animals are alive, the dogs, the cats, the deer, the rats, all left alive
and five is crying and gasping and looking at the dead bodies of his siblings and he hears a bark, and he turns around and it’s dog. it hasn’t been that long since the apocalypse, it knows humans, and it’s friendly, so it approaches this sad sad boy who is crying salt tears and tries to lick them away and be helpful and five is frightened at first because he’s never been around dogs but,, it’s a good dog, a nice dog, and he ends up curling around this dog and just bawling his eyes out
and he follows the dog. he doesn’t have anything better to do. and the dog leads him back to - you guess it, more dogs
and look, they aren’t going to attack him. they aren’t hungry. it’s an unfortunate fact that there is… currently plenty of food to go around, for the meat eaters among them at least, and they don’t even have to hunt it. It’s not a source of food Five could ever touch, of course, but the people of the city are dead so it’s not like they really care anymore
the dogs of the city adopt him, and so do the cats when Five goes out exploring. He gives them good scratches and they like rubbing themselves against his legs. He likes very much when they sit on him and rumble loudly and they’re very soft. 
the animals of the city quickly realize that their boy has human hands and can open things, so Five spends a lot of time following intelligent animals and prying open buckled in doors and gates and freeing trapped animals and also opening up cans and other food items that get brought to him because he has clever fingers and can open up things like that
Five talks to them a lot at first. He names them all and can recognize them, grinning and asking them how they’re doing and pretending they can respond to him in a way he understands. He talks a lot, because his is the only voice left in the apocalypse, save for barks and meows and growls
slowly he incorporates those into his vocabulary as well though, as the years pass on. A growl to tell someone to leave him alone, sharp yips when tiny teeth go too far, throwing his head back and adding to the baying howls when everyone is being noisy at night, figuring out how to make the rumble in his chest right back at the cats
he sleeps wherever he wants, surrounded by friends and feeling safe. Puppy piles and stinky breath, kittens pressed into his side with the mother cat curled up next to his neck as he sprawls out. he learns to associate sleep and safety with a dozen other bodies pressed against his own, warm and alive and noisy and beautiful
he still looks for equations, still reads in the library. Sometimes the only times he uses his words anymore is when he’s writing on the walls and explaining his equations to a dog with floppy ears and wise eyes who can help him catch any problems. a bit like rubber ducks and programmers
food isn’t as big an issue as the original timeline. Five learns to hunt, learns to wait and wait and then POUNCE and snap and then he has rat-mouse-bird whatever for dinner! the pack and the colony share what they can and Five is no different, he doesn’t keep all of his prey for himself and often scavenges what is left of people-food as well, also picking out plants and berries and other things to supplement his diet with
It’s not just cats and dogs either, Five learns to whistle-chirp at the birds in the morning and mimic their songs. He likes to sing to them when they sing back to him, it’s a little bit like having a conversation as they change up the tune and mimic one another back and forth, back and forth
Five has a hundred thousand conversations in the apocalypse, but none of them are human
well, only one of them is
He’s old and very close to a breakthrough when the Handler comes for him. He’s lived through generations of dogs-and-cats, his original companions long since passed. He’s a given fact of the pack-and-colony now, there isn’t an animal in the city who doesn’t know him and he them. She comes and she offers him a job, and Five hasn’t used his words in a long time but he knows the promise behind her smile. Knows he doesn’t have a real choice in this matter. If he says no, she will kill him to be sure that he never completes his equations. If he says yes, she will take him away from his pack, his colony, his family. It’s an impossible choice, but Five always did know that he wanted to go back, to save his siblings, he was still loyal-loyal-loyal and cared far too much
so he agreed. he spent a few more brief hours running through the city and whining his goodbyes to his family, hands reaching out and petting fur and bodies as they pressed against him. He grabbed the vanya-book he’d been keeping his equations in and passed it off as sentiment (his old family, the one he still loved so so much, he’d never found vanya’s body just her book)
He doesn’t sleep well in the commission. He would say it was the killing, but it’s not. It’s the loneliness. It’s the absence of a dozen bodies pressed against his own, warm and breathing and noisy and alive. It’s the absence of claws catching in his clothes, of wet noses pressing against his skull, of tiny heads headbutting him when he wasn’t paying enough attention for their liking. He’s so used to noise that the silence is unnerving
he gets his equation, and he seizes the opportunity with both hands. He falls-falls-falls into the courtyard and stares at the faces that he only knows from finding their bodies and he is jubilant, he howls his joy and it takes him a minute to realize that this is not-his-body
(he bets if his friends had been there to listen he would have caught whatever error he made, but the commission took all of his friends away from him)
he throws himself at his siblings with all the simple joy of family reuniting, and it feels right and good to once more be able to press himself against warm-living-breathing-loved bodies and he’s pulling out all the stops to say “i’m here! i’m home! family! i love you!” and he barely even notices that it isn’t human-verbal-words and that he’s rubbing his head against Klaus’s chest and rumbling like he would to greet a colony member after a long absence
The siblings are, obviously, very confused at this tiny-five-in-a-big-suit who is purring and howling and hasn’t spoken to them yet but is clearly so overjoyed by them being there
someone mentions food and Five’s attention is immediately caught and! Kitchen! he remembers the kitchen! his family might be hungry! and Five is a good provider and he’s still kind of caught up in the fact that his family is right there so maybe they’re confused when Five grabs a bag of marshmallows and tears it open with his teeth and then deposits a handful of marshmallows on everyone’s laps before going to town on his own portion. He missed marshmallows! A whole lot!
“Hey Five what the fuck” someone says “can we get an explanation here holy shit”
and Five remembers his mission oops he swallows his marshmallows and opens his mouth and makes human words come out and he asks them for the date. Eight days! Eight days until the apocalypse. He never did figure out what happened, all the structures had crumbled and all the humans had died but… how? He had the eye he took from his brother’s corpse, and a newspaper with the date it had happened, but he hadn’t been able to find much more
and this is a five who knows how to share, he’s spend forty some years (he doesn’t know his age, doesn’t know how long he was there, he stopped keeping track and brushes off that question when asked) basically sharing everything he had with a whole bunch of animals. What was his was theirs and what was theirs was his. So he shares with his siblings. He presses himself against Diego’s side and curls his arm around Allison’s and produces the glass eye and tells them proudly that Luther had it
everyone looks at Luther and he’s like “uhhh what? no i didn’t stop looking at me guys”
and Five frowns and is like “No not this luther, dead-Luther.”
and that does not help one bit
and with prodding Five basically reveals that he jumped to the apocalypse and found all their dead corpses (except for vanya’s! and ben’s! but he knows that ben was dead before now because of the book) and pried this gross crusty bloody glass eye out of Luther’s dead hand and everyone is horrified but Five is nodding and all like “Yes! How I recognized you! Look the same, because it happens in eight days. But we’ll stop it! No one dies!”
and he also presents Vanya’s books which is still stained with soot and ash and clearly beaten up to all hell and marked up with a whole bunch of equations that Five is clearly very proud of and you know what?? suddenly this apocalypse thing doesn’t seem too farfetched because Five is sitting here with vague proof and like, if Five didn’t go to the apocalypse then where did he get this shit and he must have gone SOMEWHERE after that dinner
(they do ask about his age and he looks very put out and is like “messed up! supposed to be older.” but when they ask how old, Five shrugs and is like “grey hair old? achey bones old.” and no one can get more of an answer out of him bc five just,, literally doesn’t know)
and you know what i’m going to say that animals are fucking amazing and that five gets to meet some old friends or that some old friends find him because of his gleeful howling/yelling in the courtyard upon arrival. if animals can see spirits and recognize people through reincarnations then i say they can be chill with time travel
so five goes outside and is tackled by a cat who immediately begins grooming his hair and five is just like !!! it’s mama cat! she was one of the first to find him in the apocalypse! she had babies! does she have babies now? and he’s purring and pressing his face against hers in greeting and his siblings are there like whhaaatttt
and it doesn’t help that he turns around and introduces them and is like “!! Mama these are my siblings! Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, and Vanya! this is mama!”
Mama cat eventually exits only to return carrying one of her jelly beans to Five’s absolute delight. He doesn’t remember them all being so small! He introduces the kittens to his siblings as well
one of them he actually named Allison in the apocalypse, and she’d been one he say frequently. They’d evolved over the years from calling her Allison to the more playful name of Allie-cat for the pun though, so that’s what he introduces that particular kitten as and they’re none the wiser
of course, he still leaves the house. But his siblings follow him. Five isn’t going for coffee though, doesn’t care about Griddy’s diner, because if Mama Cat remembers him then maybe - 
he gets out of the house and down the street before he’s tackled by a big dog and his siblings shout in alarm and run towards him but they quickly realize that a) the dog is not biting him he’s very enthusiastically licking Five, and b) Five is yipping in laughter and very enthusiastically greeting this stray dog
he actually does introduce the dog as diego earning a baffled squawk from human Diego and Five realizes the issue. After a quick nonverbal consult Five is like “Brother? This is Brother.”
the siblings quietly realize that oof, Five was in the apocalypse until his hair was White (bc he hasn’t talked about the commission yet) which is presumably a long time and he showed up growling and purring and has already introduced them to several animals who seem to be familiar with him and,,, just having some realizations over there
(diego is actually v touched that Five named one of his apocalypse companions after him but he’s not going to admit to that)
and then the hit squad show up and five kills them and Brother fucks up one of them and the other hargreeves quickly square up and also wreak havoc and eventually they’re all back home +1 dog and like “what the FUCK” and five is in a sharing kind of spirit and mama cat is already depositing one of her babies in his lap so he solemnly informs the squad about the commission and that they stole him from the apocalypse and made him heel
(he didn’t talk much in the commission, but they didn’t mind. He’d growled once when the Handler got too close to him, and she’d made a joke about him being a dog and being brought to heel. He hadn’t liked it, but he’d stopped growling and tried to be on his best behavior so they wouldn’t be suspicious of his activities)
basically there’s a lot more information sharing and belief in this au
the squad is like “you know what? we’ll deal with this in the morning. no one goes off on their own until we deal with the fuckin,, time travelling assassins and i can’t believe that phrase came out of my mouth”
and so everyone goes to bed
and five wavers because everyone goes to separate beds and that’s not right, is it? (though if he does think back, he does remember the lonely nights in lonely rooms, of suction cups against his forehead and nightmares gone uncomforted) 
and being a tiny bastard is like “well this won’t do right brother?? right mama cat?” and decides he’ll just have to show his siblings the PROPER way to sleep and so grabs vanya and tows her to klaus’s room where klaus drops something looking slightly guilty and five pushes vanya at the bed, brother needs no invitation and immediately hops up which klaus protests, and he’d have mama cat up here as well but she isn’t too sure about bringing her babies up on the bed yet which he understands. and it’s a tight fit because five shoves klaus into the bed as well and climbs in, ignoring any questions and protests, but it’s warm and safe and five actually feels like he can sleep for the first time in a long time
and eventually the protesting dies down when it becomes clear that nope, five isn’t going to be letting anyone leave the bed because it’s sleep time, everyone said so, and so they all settle down eventually and brother is lying half on Five’s leg, heavy and solid, and Five had hooked his free ankle around Vanya’s foot and is pressed against her and he’s got his hands fisted in Klaus’s shirt and everyone is here-safe-warm-alive
and they just go from there. they know about the apocalypse way earlier. vanya says she has to go to her apartment and five is unsure and eventually asks her if brother can go with her to keep her safe and she agrees (and brother HATES leonard the first time they meet and is very vocal about it leading to the cancellation of the lesson whoops)
hazel and cha-cha have far more difficulty finding five this time after five digs out his tracker (which horrifies all his siblings but 100% convinces them he’s telling the truth holy shit)
Five meets more animals he knows/knew though lots of them are actually pets and have humans which are alive!! he thinks that’s neat even as their humans are apologizing for their normally well behaved pets bowling down this 13yr old with enthusiasm and licks and delight
The siblings keep having to remind Five to ‘use his words’ when he huffs or growls or grumbles, and his siblings can’t read body language for SHIT which is certainly annoying. Brother and Mama Cat sympathize with his plight at least.
but yeah honestly maybe the apocalypse is averted by vanya having a dog which despises the very air leonard peabody breathes which alerts five to something hinky and, upon investigation, he finds the journal in leonard/harold’s possession and immediately presents it back to the family like “yes! see! brother isn’t being unreasonable!”
“five did you break into a man’s house because your dog didn’t like him”
i have a bad feeling that at least one animal is harmed in the making of this au and that they sacrifice themself for either five or one of the siblings oof
but yeah vanya doesn’t cause the apocalypse by virtue of everyone trying to figure out how to deal with their semi-feral little brother and his menagerie of animals and the rest of the time travel bullshit that follows along behind him
also orange idiot shows up at some point as well because i’m the maker of this random universe and i say so and five ALSO recognizes him and is absolutely delighted that apparently diego is orange’s human which makes them double family and diego is honestly in shock that orange idiot is sitting on five’s chest and purring like a steam engine because diego has never once heard that animal do anything more than hiss and growl before this day
i haven’t thought through the end as you can tell but hey maybe hazel and agnes end up adopting a nice big dog or five teaches hazel some of the birdcalls he learned in the apocalypse idk i like hazel
five rotates between his siblings for sleeping and they just learn to accept this and accept it if he selects them to dogpile in with at night. the kittens grow bigger because they live in the house now so it ends up being like, three humans, one dog, one cat, and four kittens in a bed each night where there is NOT enough room but they learn to deal because otherwise five just doesn’t sleep 
also five learns to take cues from the cats to figure out where ben is and include him in conversations
mr. pennycrumb also shows up at some point idk when
that’s all i got for now but i’ll probably come back to this
inspired by my cat who won’t stop trying to trip me up and headbutt my face and step on my stomach because he loves me
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ravennest1342-blog · 6 years
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Bts Hybrid AU
Bunny Breath Chapter 1
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Kim Namjoon’s day started out normally enough. The twenty-five year old woke in his room with one of his five hybrids wrapped so tightly around him he could barely breath.
Said hybrids name was Yoongi, and he was a mink hybrid. Namjoon squirmed a bit helplessly as he struggled to reach his blaring alarm clock with the numbers 5:30 proudly displayed on it. Yoongi snarled ever so lightly in his sleep as Namjoon squirmed away, his arms tightening around Namjoon as the man finally turned off the dreadful little clock with a slight wheeze from the increased pressure. He blinked sleepily, his breathing harsh as he looked down at his chest to see the mink hybrid he so adored.
Yoongi was tiny, he had a thin, wiry frame that had alarming amounts of strength hidden in the lean muscles. His face was dainty; almost doll like with pouty pink lips and a button nose paired with cat like eyes. Fluffy dark brown — almost black — hair stuck out from his head in a messy way with two tiny dark brown mink ears sticking from them. Namjoon smiled. Anyone looking at Yoongi would think he looked delicate and breakable, his slight build implying that he wasn’t very powerful, especially when compared to Namjoon’s other hybrids Jin or Jimin with their thicker builds. But Namjoon new the whiplike strength, and lightning reflexes his hybrid possessed, he knew that behind those pouty lips, was razor sharp canines — almost fangs — designed to rip and tear into flesh. He knew that the minks dark brown tail with thick fur was there to help the hybrid balance better, move faster.
“Yoongi.” Namjoon breathed softly. “I have to . . . get ready for work.” He wheezed out the last part in a high pitched noise as Yoongi’s grip tightened to the point of pain, nails digging into Namjoon’s hip and chest.
“No.” The hybrid snarled, voice thick with sleep. “You’re staying home with us today.” He growled, lashes fluttering open to reveal dark onyx black eyes. God, Yoongi is so beautiful. Namjoon thought with a sigh.
“I have to Yoongi, there’s an important meeting this morning discussing our new phone prototype and at lunch I have to meet up with Jaebum to discuss the auction he’s scouting out tonight.” He sighed. Yoongi pouted, aggression seemingly disappearing. Namjoon gave him a suspicious look as he withdrew his grip. Yoongi tried to keep him home every morning like this, he set his alarm an hour earlier than needed because of the mink.
“Fine. But you brought this on yourself.” The mink smirked playfully, his tail wrapping neatly around himself as he moved to sit Indian style and drew in a deep breath. Too late Namjoon realized what was happening he surged forward with a yelp but Yoongi had already opened his mouth and screamed.
“NO NAMJOON!! YOU CANT GET A SNAKE HYBRID!!” His voice was modeled with the perfect mixture of horror and terror at the thought of a snake hybrid and as they heard several faint yelps from down the hall, an evil smirk ripples across Yoongi’s face, the sound of running feet reaching their ears and then the bedroom door was practically ripped open.
The two hybrids that raced in were in near hysterics, full on sobbing as they rushed at a stunned Namjoon, slamming into him and knocking the man flat on his back, one hybrid had soft golden brown/russet hair and long deer ears, his body was thin and graceful with a fluffy deer tail that was white on the underside. The other hybrid had floppy golden/brown dog ears with a long tail with equally long fur, he was more gangly, but his face had almost perfect proportions. Both hybrids clambered onto Namjoon, openly wailing as they pressed against him.
“Joonie! No no nonononono!” Hoseok, the deer hybrid cried harshly, sniffling dramatically as he nuzzled into Namjoon’s side while Taehyung, a dog hybrid, straddled his hips, frantically pushing himself against Namjoon’s chest, he too was a sobbing mess.
“I won’t mi-misbehave ever again J-Joonie! Swear! I’ll even apol *hic* ogize for l-locking Jimin outside f-for four ho-hours and . . . laughing at him!” He cried. Namjoon sighed, glaring at a grinning Yoongi, who’s eyes were sparkling with unbridled humor and joy at the situation before him. This was going to be a long morning.
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Namjoon was an hour and a half late for work. He really didn’t understand why Taehyung and Hoseok were so strongly against snake hybrids and figured he’d have to ask them at some point, but he barely made it to his meeting on time and all thoughts of his hybrids and worries that they might be slightly racist towards other hybrids were driven from his mind as he tackled the obstacles of his day.
He was obscenely grateful for the fact that everyone at his job respected him. If they didn’t Namjoon was well aware that his job would be a million times harder than it was. Technically, he didn’t even have to show up everyday, his company was so well oiled and staffed he should only have to drop in once a month. But he liked to make a point of going everyday, knowing all his workers names, everyone, even the intern that sorted mail in the mail room. His name was Junhwan (if this is the name of an idol, I didn’t mean to) and he was actually a brilliant artistic kid that Namjoon was thinking about putting in software design once he’d been in the company for a couple more weeks.
As it was, he still had a lot of stuff to do, departments to check up on, problems to sort out. So Namjoon was thrilled when lunch arrived and he got to go meet up with his good friend Im Jaebum. A hybrid doctor, one that was insanely good at his job. Namjoon had known him for a while, having met the other man when he was still an intern and had brought Yoongi who was . . . sick at the time.
He groaned as he made his way to the small cafe on the edge of Seoul. It was a tiny place, but it had the best sandwiches in the world. He arrived a few minutes late, so it wasn’t a surprise that Jaebum was already there and waiting. Namjoon smiled as he made his way over.
“How’s Jackson?” He demanded. His usual greeting. Jackson was a wolf hybrid that Jaebum had rescued from an abusive owner, Namjoon really liked the playful hybrid and he was good friends with Yoongi.
“Still shook by everything Mark does. I thought a wolf and a dove would be ok around each other but Jackson always looks so shocked at everything Mark does.” Jaebum smiled slightly, thinking of the playful turtleneck dove hybrid with a grin. Namjoon went to reach for the menu as he sat, when Jaebum waved him off.
“I already ordered for you. The usual, with a large watermelon juice.” Jaebum grinned widely at the surprised look on Namjoon’s face. The two talked for a few more minutes, both dancing around the real reason they were meeting up for as they waited for their food. Namjoon was just beginning to portray his confusion and worry about how much his hybrids hated snake hybrids when there food came.
Both men graciously thanked the waiter while Jaebum grinned a bit at Namjoon.
“It’s Hoseok and Taehyung that get really worried about it right?” He demanded. Namjoon nodded emphatically. “It’s because snake hybrids are oviparous.” He grinned at Namjoon’s confused look, before waving a hand and leaning back. “Look it up later. Right now, we have a problem.” He sighed.
“What? Did Chen switch auction sights? What’s wrong?” Namjoon demanded, straightening up. Jaebum shook his head, eyes downcast as he tapped his cup.
“No. Chen is auctioning off two hybrids this time. Not one. And again, it’s going to be after all the normal guests have left and only the . . . questionable ones remain.” Namjoon cursed. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. Jaebum could easily afford two hybrids, he could probably buy up to twenty of them. The problem was, at these types of auctions you were only allowed one. And Namjoon couldn’t call anyone last minute like this, everyone would be booked. Which left him. He could see on Jaebum’s face that the other man fully expected him to come. Namjoon winced slightly.
“I promised Yoongi I would have a thorough talk with everyone before I rescued another hybrid.” He mumbled. Jaebum laughed, leaning back.
“And that very same day he called Jackson and called you the cutest dork in the history of dorks and said and I quote ‘Namjoon is lead by his heart. I can’t wait until I see who he brings home this time. But the sentiment was nice.’” Namjoon blinked owlishly, he supposed he should be offended by his boyfriends complete lack of faith in him, but wasn’t he proving him right? Here he was, about to go and get another hybrid from the brink of a truly horrible fate.
“Wow.” He snorted, Jaebum leaned forward expectantly and Namjoon grumbled, rolling his eyes as he pulled out his phone. “At least let me call him, Jesus, I should at least pretend that I feel guilty.” He grumbled. Jaebum smiled. The phone was barely ringing for ten seconds before a happy voice chirped out.
“Joonie! Joonie are you coming home? When? Can I have some strawberries?” It was Hoseok. Namjoon blinked before snorting.
“Um, no I’m not coming home just yet Hobi.” A faint whine of protest. “And ask Jin about the strawberries. Also, may I talk to Yoongi please?” He smiled. Jaebum grinned across the table. There was a small huff of disappointment and some shuffling before Yoongi’s soft yet deep voice filtered through the phone.
“You’re going with Jaebum to the auction aren’t you?” Then before Namjoon could even draw in a breath to answer the mink hybrid continued in his perpetually bored voice that he always used over the phone. “Are we going to have another housemate by tonight? Do I need to arrange for Taehyung to stay over at Minho’s for a sleepover? You remember how much he scared Jimin right?” Namjoon blinked once again, carefully filing each question and processing them before answering.
“Hmm, yes I am going to the auction and maybe about the new house member, no to Taehyung though, I think he’s resolved his impulse issues a bit.” Hearing Yoongi’s quiet snort of derision he sighed. “Give Tae the benefit of the doubt, Yoons.”
“Namjoon I love him to the moon and back and literally every time I see him I just want to kiss his little face until he’s very red, but he has no impulse control whatsoever.” Hearing Namjoon’s silence Yoongi groaned. “Fine! But if he traumatizes the poor hybrid I’m blaming you.” Namjoon laughed softly at him, Tae alwaysmeant well, the dog hybrid could just come off a bit strong.
“You do that. I love you Yoongi, tell the others I love them with all of my heart yeah?” A lot of stammering ensued and Namjoon grinned, knowing fully that he had probably just seriously flustered Yoongi (casually saying I love you over the phone always seemed toget to the mink hybrid) and he barely made out the mumbled reply of “Wh-whatever dork.” Before Yoongi hung up. Namjoon sat the phone down with another fond smile and began casually sipping on his tea lost in thought about the new hybrid and puzzling over what type of stuff he’d need for him/her when Jaebum spoke.
“So your coming?” He demanded. Namjoon nodded. “Great, I’ll pick you up at six p.m. sharp so don’t be late, dress casual but in obviously expensive clothes. You know the drill.”
Indeed Namjoon did.
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— 7:00 PM —
The auction began like any other auction fe rich people looking for a cute hybrid. Namjoon and Jaebum, both dressed in plain yet elegant suits were lead to their specific table in a wide well furnished room with a lovely stage that sellers would bring the hybrids out on to auction. No alcohol was given out, as that was highly illegal. Namjoon knee it would be served once the main guests were gone and the front of the auction was over allowing nastier people to come out and sell. Only a select few would be allowed to stay for that and Namjoon and Jaebum were of those few.
The first Hybrid was a a child. She looked around five or six, which meant she was three in human years, and she was a canary hybrid. Her master forced her to sing in a beautiful high pitched tinkling voice that would only get better with age. She sold for four million won.
After her came a bear, then a cow, then a lizard. All of them began to blend together and it wasn’t until he was signing his papersthat said he would remain anonymous that Namjoon knew the true event was starting. He sighed the paper without fear. Knowing full and well that Jaebum’s friend who went by Woozi, had hacked in and changed two or three words in the packet so that he could safely audio record.
He waited. Chen was one of the more known Hybrid Slave traffickers, he would be showing his hybrids close to last if not last. Namjoon just had to survive this and then he’d be able to bury these bastards. He took a deep breath and forced himself to watch as a small male badger hybrid was dragged in chains onstage with a heavy collar and forced to neel. He blocked out what the salesman was saying, instead focusing on those pitiful brown eyes and the watery nose. Forcing himself to commit the hybrid to memory. The one that he wouldn’t be saving tonight. The police would hopefully find him by tomorrow evening after Jaebum and Namjoon turned in their work. But it still hurt, watching the badger let loose a choked cry as he was bought by a hybrid breeder. Submissive males were always swooped up like that.
He forced himself to watch and remember each hybrid, each face. Each perfectly innocent person, not quite human not quite animal forever abused. He was infinitely relieved when it was announced.
“Next up is Chen with a submissive Arctic fox hybrid.” The announcer bragged. A tiny fox with large doe eyes was dragged up on stage by the man Namjoon so loathed and he barely heard Jaebum whisper, “I got him.” beside him through the raging in his ears and cottony taste in his mouth. Unlike the other hybrids the fox looked not scared, but tired. Defeated almost. As if he didn’t have any hope or joy left in his life.
He slumped quietly, ears twitching and flicking back and forth, his hair was a soft brown and thin, as was his tail. Namjoon knew that come winter the arctic foxes hair and fur would be a lot thicker and shimmering white. He could feel Jaebum continuously raising his sign signifying that he was a competitor. It upped the agression for the hybrid and made more people bet, which in turn, drove up the numbers. But eventually Jaebum was the only one left betting with another man.
He got the fox hybrid for ten million won. Namjoon’s eye twitched at the way the fox closed his eyes and shuddered slightly before dipping his head as Jaebum made his way back to where he would be filling out official documents and inserting an ownership identification chip into the hybrid. Namjoon wouldn’t do the chip part until he got the hybrids explicit consent. Consider it a pet pieve but if the hybrid he was about to get wanted to leave Namjoon would let him. He would only own a hybrid that gave him consent to being owned.
Chen himself took the microphone from the announcer this time.
“This next Hybrid is my work of art people. His parents were a dominant male black mamba hybrid and a submissive Red Rex female bunny hybrid.” Namjoon blinked in confusion. “As you all are probably well aware, breeding to hybrids with different sub base animals results in a hybrid that looks strange when compared to other hybrids of his kind, whether it be mismatched eyes or strange animal features. Please bring out Jeongguk, submissive male bunny hybrid mix breed!” Chen yelled gleefully. The room stirred, while Namjoon’s guy tightened with worry.
Bunny hybrids were pretty common in themselves, they and cat hybrids were the most common hybrids around. Almost all bunny hybrids had small box like body structures with ridiculously fluffy hair and normally black ears that stuck up proudly from their heads and twitched around depending on thei moods.
The hybrid that was dragged up on stage looked close to hyperventilating. He was dressed in form fitting shorts and a white tank top that revealed a thin slightly gangly structure that actually reminded Namjoon of Taehyung quite a bit. The hybrid seemed to possess all the good features of bunnies and none of the bad. With a slightly large nose and large front teeth, delicate cheekbones which hinted at his fathers blood and wife innocent doe eyes that were shelling with unshared tears. His hair was a dark brown with streaks of light brown and black in it giving him a mottled look. But what really grabbed the audiences attention was his ears. They were long, and unlike literally almost every other bunny hybrid, floppy, a soft golden/brown. But while everyone gasped overhow beautiful the hybrid was, Namjoon just saw the frightened gaze, the way his hands twitched in his chains and his red tear streaked cheeks that would probably be more on the babyish/chubby side once he wasn’t skin and bones. He noticed that the ends of the hybrids ears had a antibiotic cream rubbed into viscous looking sores as if the hybrid was constantly chewing or sucking on his ears.
Namjoon began the bidding. He refused to let anyone else have this little hybrid. It was like looking into Hoseok’s eyes when he was first rescued all over again, a mix of fear, pain and confusion. He was adamant. He quickly nicked over half the people out of the running and continued on ruthlessly, well aware that the money wasn’t anywhere near too expensive for him yet, and it wouldn’t be until he reached the high billions.
“Fifty -five million won!” The anouncer yelled as Namjoon raised his sign. He glanced around, seeing the disappointed looks around him and knew he’d won. “Going once! Twice! SOLD to number forty-seven please go to the back to fill out you right to ownership papers please sir! Have fun with your buy.”
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So what did you think for a beginning chapter? It’s fun right? I figured Jungkook joining them would be a great place to start! Love you!
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[51] Glitch in the System - Amp it Up [Pt. 1]
Yep, we got another two-parter for you! Thanks to @corvid-aeon for letting us borrow their dogs for this.
By E.
A short visit happens.
The mission was one by the books: intercept critical data, disrupt defenses, eradicate prime targets, and get out. In reality it was a bit beneath their skill sets, but sometimes even international hackers and the world’s best sniper needed to take a break from hack-proof firewalls and high profile targets.
“Another hack and whack to write home about,” Sombra announced with satisfaction as she sealed the electronic doors behind them. It was an added measure of security largely unneeded - anyone immediately mindful of their presence had been silenced the moment awareness of their infiltration had dawned.
“Do not call it that,” Widow replied as they walked unhurriedly through the dark, winding streets to their makeshift rendezvous.
“Would you prefer splice and dice?”
The sniper let out a groan of annoyance, but Sombra could see her trying to hide her smile. “You took care of arrangements?” Widow asked as they paused alongside a stack of metal crates hovering in an alley, deftly dismantling the Widow’s Kiss and setting it into her case. She treated it with all the care one might afford a precious glass vase without sacrificing an ounce of speed in the process. After a decade of service, the Kiss didn’t have a single scratch on it. Sombra had checked.
“Yup,” Sombra replied, nodding a bit too readily and smiling a bit too wide.
Widow snapped the case shut and stood, looking down at her. “Are you certain about that?” she asked, fingers curled around the handle, eyebrow raised in suspicion.
“Sí cielito,” Sombra answered. “Prime accommodations with a view of the city.”
“I see,” Widow replied, eying her warily. Hefting the case into her other hand, she nodded at Sombra. “Then lead the way.”
Their journey from the rendezvous point to their evening’s accommodations took them through the gamut of public transportation. Sombra loved it, hanging over the railing of the lift train that took them out of the city proper and up into the cliffside houses that dotted the mountains as Widow stood back uncomfortably. The lift wasn’t particularly crowded, but it wasn’t empty, either. A child of about five ran by her, his mother angrily in tow as he galloped between the rows of bright green and yellow seats.
“Not a fan of heights?” Sombra asked when Widow shook her head at joining her along the railing.
“Is that a serious question?” the sniper replied, and Sombra laughed.
“Come here,” she said, reaching out to pull Widow from the pole she was clutching to her side. “You don’t have to enjoy it or anything, don’t worry.” She grinned up at Widow as the wind whipped her hair into her face, wrapping an arm around the taller woman’s waist.
Widow looked down as the landscape plodded along beneath them; a city of ants and colorful toy houses as viewed from the skies above.
“So small from up here,” Widow mused, pressed against Sombra’s side. “And yet not far enough to miss a shot.”
“Only you could make that sound romantic,” Sombra replied in amusement. The lift train slid to a halt, and the conductor announced their stop.
“That’s us,” Sombra said, grabbing for Widowmaker’s hand to join in the small exodus of patrons likewise exiting the train. “Shouldn’t be too far from where we’re staying.”
“And where are we staying again?” Widow asked.
“You’ll see,” Sombra replied evasively.
They walked along the steep cobbled streets, hand in hand, until they approached a home that somehow stood out despite being identical to the rest of the white-walled buildings around it. It was not lavish or particularly impressive, but it was certainly well cared for. There was a small garden along the side from which a variety of flowers were growing, and the yard was manicured and well-kempt, if a bit kitschy. A trail of flat red granite led to the front door, floating orbs lining the path to light the way as the sunlight began to wane in the sky.
It was that aspect, perhaps; the careful upkeep and obvious devotion that went into the building that set it apart from the rest. It was not as though the other homes were poorly maintained so much as none quite shone with the same amount of care. It was almost as if it glowed from the inside out.
Sombra walked up the path and knocked.
“This does not look like a Talon establishment,” Widow replied, eyes scanning the surroundings from where they stood on the front step, sandwiched between a spinning rainbow pinwheel and a cheery red birdhouse.
“It’s not,” Sombra said, shrugging casually. “In fact, how about we just, you know - stop using the word ‘Talon’ all together for the day?”
Widow, her suspicion already obviously aroused, narrowed her eyes. “Sombra,” she said, the timber of her voice dropping a note below ‘threatening’ and rapidly nearing ‘murderous.’ “Whose house is this?”
As though in answer to her question, the door clicked and opened a moment later as the occupant stepped out to greet them with a wide and genuine smile.
“Oh hey!” Lúcio said, stepping back to hold the door for them. “Come on in!”
At first, Widowmaker did not move, her jaw agape as Lúcio stood there waiting for them to enter.
Sombra pushed past her, elbowing the assassin as she slipped by. “Stop being weird,” she whispered. Widowmaker frowned and said nothing to reply, but regained her composure almost immediately and followed Sombra into the house.
“Welcome to my humble Rio abode. Can I take anything for you?” Lúcio asked, holding out his arms. Sombra handed him her bag of supplies without any hesitation; Widowmaker was a bit less forthcoming with her own possessions. “Is that a rifle case?” Lúcio asked he took Sombra’s bag and looked to Widow, eyeing the extremely-obvious rifle case Widow was carrying.
She paused for a brief moment. “No,” she eventually replied, deadpan as ever. Lúcio looked at Sombra; Sombra shrugged in return.
“Cool,” he replied with a smile as they all ignored the obvious lie. Making no additional attempt to take it, he gestured for them to follow. “Let me give you the grand tour!”
Lúcio’s home was comfortable, lived in, and far less ostentatious than it had any right to be for someone of his renown and fame. At this point, though, Sombra wasn’t surprised - the man lived a life of authenticity in all aspects of his reality, and while for anyone else Sombra might think it was put on for show, with Lúcio, it just seemed genuine through and through.
Still, though - he could have splurged on some better tech.
“You can stay in here tonight,” Lúcio said, pausing at a doorway as they walked down the hall. “I haven’t used my guest room for anything but an office in a while, so sorry if it’s a bit of a mess.”
“You haven’t seen Sofia’s room,” Widow commented drily as they walked in and set their belongings on the bed. She only stumbled slightly over Sombra’s name, catching the ‘m’ between her teeth in such a manner that only Sombra caught the slip.
“Totally have,” he laughed.
Widow canted her head curiously at Sombra.
“What?” she asked, shrugging. “Video chats.”
Sombra heard the galloping feet before Widowmaker, and turned to see what must have been a dog but what looked more like a giant dog-shaped horse come careening into the bedroom. It slid to a stop at Widowmaker’s feet and before either woman could react, leaped to put its huge front paws on the woman’s shoulders.
Widowmaker stared at the dog, her golden eyes no match for its soft brown ones. As gentle as could be, the lanky black and tan animal pressed its snout forward and gave her a single, soft kiss on the nose.
“You have a horse,” she said, clearly uncertain how to react and obviously uncomfortable with the proximity of the animal.
“Ah, sorry,” Lúcio said sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck. “Come on Danu, get down.” The dog looked over at him and complied far more readily than Sombra would have expected considering the enthusiasm which which it had entered the room.
“Well trained,” she commented. “Good girl.” Leaning down, she put out her hand, and Danu trotted over to sniff her. Sombra scratched her ears. They were soft and floppy, and reminded her of one of her favorite mongrel pups from her childhood life on the streets. Danu whined softly and licked her hand.
“Gotta be,” Lúcio replied, watching the dog as she wagged her tail. “She comes on tour with me a lot. Can’t have her chewing up the machines, right?”
Danu panted in response, one ear flipping backwards as she turned her head excitedly between Lúcio and the newcomers.
“She’s adorable,” Sombra said, smiling as Danu pressed her head against her hand for more attention. “Kind of a novelty. I’m used to cats.”
“Smaller. Less trouble.” Widow frowned, considering her words. “Easier to clean up after, at least.”
“Yeah I wouldn’t exactly position Toulouse as the pinnacle of good cat behavior. Yesterday he peed in your sock drawer.”
Widow turned slowly to regard Sombra starkly. “What?”
“Guess I forgot to tell you,” she said sheepishly, shrugging. “Wanna show me the rest of the house?” Sombra asked, quickly skirting Widow’s response and scurrying from the room.
Lúcio shrugged helplessly at Widowmaker who only sighed, and they commenced their tour of the superstar’s abode. It was definitely large, but didn’t feel excessive, and he clearly cared about his space. He showed them his studio last, and then took them downstairs into the finished basement where it appeared he’d stored the majority of his more impressive tech.
Much better, Sombra thought to herself, placing her hands on her hips and looking around appraisingly.
“You wanna play a game?” Lúcio asked, gesturing at his collection of systems spanning the walls and underneath the enormous holo-projector on the wall.
“Absolutely. It’s been forever since I had a chance to play anything,” Sombra agreed readily. “You’ve got a pretty good collection here.”
“Single player, multi, MMO?” He looked around and laughed. “I even got some classic board games. You ever play Candy Land?”
The two of them spent the next fifteen minutes perusing Lúcio’s collection, eventually settling on an old co-op shooter they could play casually without too much need for attention. Danu followed them around from shelf to shelf, wagging her tail in casual anticipation of them finally deciding and sitting down. Widow reclined herself on the couch, curled up with a book and a blanket, looking soft and comfortable in a way Sombra had never seen her before. She smiled and filed the memory away for later, not knowing the next time it might happen.
“Does she always stay near you?” Sombra asked, biting back a cheer of triumph as she obliterated Lúcio’s virtual mech.
“Yeah, ever since she was a pup,” Lúcio replied, leaning down to pat Danu on the nose. She kept snoozing, head resting on his foot as he relaxed. “She and her sister Tita were strays in the favela. I couldn’t just let them starve - they were too friendly, and friendly dogs don’t usually end up in good places.” He straightened and picked up his controller as the next match loaded. “My sister took Tita and I took Danu. We still have play dates down in the city so they can see each other.”
“We got Toulouse off the streets too,” Sombra replied, smiling at the dog and her owner. “Strange how important they become to us, isn’t it?”
They stayed up gaming and talking for a long time, sharing stories of their youth, tales of rebel acts, and their mutual appreciation for games of skill. Sombra eagerly told of the time Widowmaker won her a stuffed spider at a street faire in Paris, much to the other woman’s chagrin. She could see her smiling over her book, though, despite her complaints.
When it was time for bed, Widow laid down on Sombra’s chest, her head against her heart and one hand pressed against her collarbone. They were still for a long while, neither sleeping but neither talking either, until Sombra saw Widow’s golden eyes flicker upwards.
“We are having a sleepover,” she said, voice soft and even with no hint of mockery, “at your friend’s house.”
“My best friend, if you want to get really grade school about it.” Sombra reached up and brushed Widow’s hair back from her eyes where it had wafted into her face in the odd, almost sentient way it often moved. “Mostly because there aren’t a whole lot of other contenders for the title.”
She felt Widowmaker smile against her skin. “It is an odd feeling, this,” she said. “Normal in a way I never would have expected to find comfort in.”
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Sombra agreed, looking around at the guest room they were in. It wasn’t lavish like Talon’s typical arrangements, or decrepit and musty like their last minute desperate overnight grabs when time was of the essence and pickings were slim. It was just a cozy, lived-in room with dark green curtains hanging over the windows, a cluttered desk in the corner, and dim lights floating off in the corners timed to go out as the evening waned. It was, as Widow said, perfectly normal.
“Yes,” Widowmaker replied. “It is very nice.” She closed her eyes, breathing slowly in time with Sombra’s own rising chest.
Smiling, Sombra followed suit.
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and trust me u kno wen ur eyes r wide open and u seen the devlishment within a mhfka ? go .. they literally take it all the way to the grave with them
evil is evil
evil IS recompensed
no matter how long it takes god to decide
i don't care how bitter and twisted a mhfka is u better keep that lil devil away from me i will slay that shit like the dragon 🐲 and sir jizzalot from cumalot u fkn pagan
if u spose to be tite wit me even fam and i blank u ?
its cos i don't want to kill u .
which is what u actually deserve
so rather than get into it witu
ill blank your azz for life n then sum
evil conniving meddling lying ass mhfks from hell yea 💯🧟🧟‍♀️🧟‍♂️
im nice to everybody that isnt this ↑
every chapter of my life full of deez frauds
so now i don't trust folk
my circle mad tight lol if u hear from me every few months we tite 🙉🤣
and i don't care if u hindu sikh shia jew catholic protestent gaza or israel black white green or purple gay or not if u treat me properly u treat me properly
if u don't
u on the 🎯 hit list 😮🙉🤣
u going in a rap 🍲 at some point in time
and wen u come out your swollen dome about it ima
iron fist career across scyscraper office floors and headbutt a floppy poosi kleen outta 43rd storey windows for him .
thats a rap " casserole " not soup
yal fka cant wait for my novels .
don't lie 🤣
those of yal that know me gone be laughing hard right
whilst the rest of the world 🌎 is behind the fridge
worser than brett wit a few
they aint all psycho bunny 🐰 tho
theres the war story girl in a locket a lil piece like french lieutenants woman saving private ryan platoon predator gta and apocalypse now combined
oan dog day afternoon and dawn of the dead and the roman era and a terrible noroi
and a cursed location
and a bungle of random aliens
then i got my miller sh locked
" he ate her beside the gramophone in the garden of hironemous , telling her she tasted like the mango's 🥭 upon the very tree they lie down entwined underneath, " a canopy of mango's " he retorted , whilst parting her .. " etc
i got this
" like a tap she " ... etc
" reminded him of a japanese tea garden and he"
" in the denyi section of osaka wen "
" so he poured himself a cup 🍵 or two and "
u kno
" when he had managed to fit his tongue into every conceivable space in her oiled posterior that in fact reminded him of tibetan hills in fall he then told her the riddle "
" do doves cry if the ass can hold the gold " ?
" and with that she shook and she " etc
" yes she dragged him by the hand back into the japanese tea garden and she * etc
" supplied him with more tea than the entire tea plantation beside gindi harbour in new dehli claimed..what a wonderful fleeting memory ..that was in 63 ... a beautiful day .. the sweet aroma of saffron as the biriyani rode the clifftop wind , exotic birds soared happily and free underneath a light blue tapestry... "
" where the minks and the rabbits scurried in unison and "
" bluebells leaned away from the wind "
" she shuddered again and " etc
" this time it reminded him of the storm by the saragai reservoir in nepal that wet sunday in 42 and he " etc
" raised his umbrella and he "
yahmeen fam
" he slammed his umbrella and he rooted the umbrella in history , he saw stars of the pletine region like a hallucination glowing above like a constellation sea aglow and alive with the sound of music .. playing an uplifting overture that cradled the ears and seduced the mind... a kaleidoscope of color and vibrancy, an assortment of good vibes, warm days , fond memories ..even recounting lil charlie the border collie and old mrs magda from the pharmacy with her humbugs and wicker basket stepping slowly and precariously through the store carrying a handsome lavender infusion with every turn , even recalling the fireflies and crickets during those placid and calm evenings at weatherby manor with lil jameson the lady of the house's greyhound, " such a good boy " he said aloud , then continued to reminisce playing ' fetch ' by the pavilion and rambling in the nearby woods looking for bees nests and rare insects together. then he recounted those special evenings staring at the sun dial and playing with the ducks in the pretty pond aligned with 🦋 the rarest exotic flowers 🌹he had ever encountered..then as quickly as those images appeared they dissipated and were replaced by cold images of that ill fated saturday at niagra falls in 38 when he fell in but was saved by a team of excellent men ..this time there would be no rescue , no rescue at all as it seemed his entire body was encompassed by a malevolent gargantuan niagra falls vagina that gripped ..and pushed and pulled and splashed huge violent waves 🌊 of unbridled lust onto his one man boat ⛵ and deck rendering him awash , capsized, upside down, shipwrecked, *windswept and incapable..then just as suddenly as the wet monsoon had started the seas calmed to a tranquil and hypnotizing blue ...and something within the depths began to speak ... in a gentle tone.. a soft tongue he didn't recognize..subtly ...... gripping him with the discourse of love and sex and sweat 💦 and tears 🤣. ...and then he broke his umbrella."
in two ...
like a king 👑
107.7 is mo HAUNTED .
shoosh . 🤫😶
said Jamil Miller your father .
107.7 is mo HAUNTED
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