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highonmarvel · 5 months

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hi hope ur doing well. i was thinking, could u do a buckyxreader where hes paralyzed and like needs a caretaker. through some means reader ends up as the caretaker and all is well. but actually bucky was just pretending and hes not realy paralysed and he just pretended to get closer to reader and reader start expresing the idea that she might have to leave for whatever reason and buck does not like that so like he kidnaps her or something. I rlly luv ur work this is the first request iv sent

this is so good, i’m upset i didn’t think of it first. i’m so sorry for taking so long to get back to you, i really hope you enjoy, and thank you so, so much for the love. okay, here it is:

Himalayan Salt

Bucky Barnes: You’re assigned to a notoriously grumpy war vet, but he’s different with you.

content warnings here!

You nod as your supervisor goes over your final notes: James Barnes, World War II veteran, quadriplegic.

You follow her from the overcast weather into a beautiful but modest home in a fairly quiet suburb to meet the man sitting in a wheelchair in the centre of the room.

“Good morning, Mr Barnes,” your supervisor calls, tucking her clipboard under her arm as she waits for him to turn around. When he does, you’re surprised. You hadn’t seen a photo of him beforehand as this had been a pretty impromptu assignment, but you’re sure you were told he was born in 1917, yet he sits looking like he’s in forties, and aging well, at that.

“Hi, Mr Barnes!” you smile warmly at him, and he returns a friendly smile, introducing himself as Bucky and insisting you call him that.

“I just need you to fill out the last of the forms quickly,” your supervisor mutters, waving goodbye to Bucky as she leads you back out to her car.

You’re leaning against the boot of her oldish, red car, pen scratching against paper when she says, “He really likes you.”

“Hm?” you offer, raising your eyebrows but keeping your eyes focused on the form.

She leans her back against the trunk and shifts down a bit, speaking to you but looking over at your handwriting, “He’s known to be grumpy. You see the left arm? I don’t think he likes being dependent, I’ve had to swap out a lot of people.”

“And you didn’t tell me this before I took the job?” you frown, still finishing off the document, “Didn’t think I could handle it?”

“I know you’re capable, but I thought you wouldn’t want it. But listen, the organisation needs this, I don’t know if there’s anyone else we can find for him.”

You complete your signature with a satisfied smile, handing back the clipboard, “Don’t worry, I can do this.”

She nods then gets in her car and drives away, leaving you in the driveway. You stretch your arms then make your way back inside. When you enter the living room, there’s a draft you swear wasn’t here a few minutes ago. Bucky hasn’t moved, but you notice an open window. You furrow your brows as you look down at him, “Can I close that? It’s a bit chilly in here.”

“Go ahead,” he nods, and you walk over, pulling the handle it, and ignoring the recent-looking fingerprint marks on the glass.

***

A few hours into your first day, you’re a little taken aback by how friendly he is; even despite your boss’ warning, you’ve never had a patient so willing to co-operate, especially not veterans — they tend to be angry they need help, or have episodes due to PTSD, but Bucky seems perfectly in his right mind and understanding of both his and your position.

“Did they tell you I was a pain in ass?” Bucky asks before opening his mouth for a spoonful of food.

You laugh as you pull the spoon back, scooping up more of the rice and curry you made to lift to his lips, “Kind of,” you admit, “Said you were grumpy, is that true?”

He smiles, “I tend to be,” he confesses, “But I can’t keep that brooding persona up around you,” he takes a spoonful.

“So that’s what it is?” you raise an eyebrow as you pile the last of the meal onto the utensil, “A persona?”

He swallows the last of it and shakes his head with a grin, “No, but I can’t not be amused around you.”

***

You have no idea why your supervisor said he was difficult, your next few weeks with Bucky are light and fun, and you feel you’re even developing a friendship. You don’t see to him at night, and he has minimal needs during the day — some days it just feels like you’re there to keep him company.

You’re doing so well, in fact, that your supervisor wants to transfer you to a veteran from Vietnam who’s apparently even worse than Bucky (by other people’s stories — to you, if he’s anything like Bucky, he’ll be nice to see), convinced you have some magic touch.

As much as you’re developing affection for Bucky, you have to put work first, and you’re compelled to leave him for the other man who clearly needs you more. Bucky seems to be doing well, you’re sure you can’t be that special, and you’re sure someone else could take care of him just as well, if not better.

“Hi, Buck,” you greet with a smile as you close the door behind you. You hear his motorised wheelchair come rolling down the corridor to greet you.

“Hi, why could you only come in at ten today?”

You usually come in at seven on weekdays and eight on weekends.

“Sorry, I had a meeting,” you sigh, setting your tote bag down as Bucky switches his chair to manual.

“A meeting?” he asks as you take hold of the handles and push him to the other side of the kitchen island.

“Mhm,” you nod as you open the fridge, rummaging around for something to make, “There’s this other guy my boss wants me to help,” you call with your head still in the cold, “A Vietnam vet, no one else in the org will take him.”

You emerge with some eggs and milk, shutting the door with your foot before placing the contents on the island, “Did you eat? I assume Carol made breakfast but I can make more.”

“Are you going to take it?” he inquires, ignoring your question, “The job.”

“I mean, maybe,” you answer, placing your hands on the counter and tilting your head as you think, “I’m not sure yet.”

“But what about me?”

“The other guy needs full-time care, I’d have to spend virtually all my days there, but if I leave, Carol can take over for me, she can go from night to day, she’s amazing, and she doesn’t complain about you, at least not as much,” you wink, but he doesn’t crack a smile.

“Bucky, I didn’t mean to upset you—”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s just that—”

“It’s your job, I get it,” he replies, and you can see the stoicism build up.

“Nothing’s final, yet,” you say as you walk over, “And you’re doing great either way,” you give him a kiss on the forehead, “We don’t have to talk about that, let’s just eat, I’m starving.”

He nods and attempts to smile, but you can tell it doesn’t reach his eyes.

You try to make conversation as you make yourself an omelette, but you can tell he’s not in it, giving short answers and not reacting to your jokes. When you reach to grab the salt, he stops you.

“Not that one,” he says, “Use the pink salt, Himalayan, I swear it makes everything tastes better.”

You grind some onto your food and sit across from him on the island. Digging your fork into it, you see something flash across Bucky’s eyes. Your first thought is hunger, but he’d just eaten and swore he wasn’t hungry. You ignore it as you bring the fork to your mouth, savouring the taste, though it’s not necessarily a chef’s rendition.

It tastes fine, but there’s something off. At first, you think it must be the salt, but it’s not the taste that’s off; usually when you eat, you feel that warmth in your throat and then your stomach, but now, it’s like it went to your head. You press a hand to your forehead, feeling like you’re burning up. Trying to stand, you immediately sway, only not falling by gripping the counter so harshly and hastily you bend a nail. You try to look to Bucky to tell him you’re not feeling well, but he’s out of focus. In fact, he’s not there. Just as you collapse and close your eyes, you feel a tall shadow over you, but you don’t have time to figure out where it’s coming from before you fall unconscious.

***

You groggily wipe at your eyes when you finally stir before turning over to reach for your phone, at first thinking you had had a dream, but your phone’s not there, and the nightstand isn’t yours. You shoot up in panic and look down at your sheets: Bucky’s sheets. Okay, maybe Bucky rang Carol and she came and set you in bed. Your head still hurts, and everything’s a little hazy.

When the door opens, you expect to see Carol, but it’s Bucky.

“Bucky!” you gasp as you throw the sheets off of you.

He gives a lopsided grin, and for the first time you notice how tall he actually is, because he’s standing.

“Christmas miracle?” he offers.

He walks over to you and sets a glass of water on the bedside table.

“That Himalayan salt is really exotic, isn’t it?”

You don’t even have time to process exactly what he means by that, he’s still standing over you, using his arms and legs just fine, in fact, like he’s been doing it every single day forever. You should have suspected something was up; how could a paralysed man stay in such good shape? The thought briefly crossed your mind once when you ran your fingers over his muscled arm, but you brushed it off.

“Bucky! You- you—”

“Are perfectly fine, I am, and you will be too, soon, those drugs just need to wear off. I know you’re having trouble understanding, just drink some water and sleep it off a little longer.”

He leans down to give you a kiss on the forehead, but you dodge him, nearly falling off the bed in the process.

“Woah, there,” he chuckles as he catches you with ease, his reflexes so sharp it’s nearly unnatural, “Now I’m taking care of you.”

You’re not sure if you can’t speak because of the drugs or if it’s because you’re in shock. He gently sets you back down and your head falls against the pillow as you struggle to keep your eyes open, spots of black blocking little bits of your vision.

“I’ve been needing someone, I’ve gone through a few, but you, honey, you’re special, and I knew it from the moment I saw you. You can’t leave me, I still need you.”

✪

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rapz-rites · 9 months

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Hearts

Damian Wayne x Reader

You and your soulmate can feel each other's heartbeat

A/N: for @thesuperiorrobin btw I started writing this super late at night so it might not be the best but I hope you all like this

Word Count: 1.1k+

Warning(s): Barely proofread, loophole cursewords

You jolted up from your sleep. 4 times a week, 3 if you’re lucky. Like clockwork. Your soulmate's heart beats so fast, so hard, it wakes you up. You would think he was having a heart attack.

You don’t know what your soulmate does that gets his heart beating so fast in the middle of the night. You found this whole heartbeat soulmate thing so stupid. Of all the things you and your soulmate had to share, a heartbeat, seriously?

On everyone’s 10th birthday, they start “sharing” their soulmate's heartbeat. It's not really sharing though, so you didn't understand why they explained it that way. Probably to romanticize it.

You couldn’t go back to sleep until about 4am. But that didn’t matter because your alarm went off 2 hours later. You hated your life. Not only did you get no sleep because of your stupid soulmate but you had to get ready for school, a school filled with pompous a-holes. Luckily it was your last year and you only had a few more months left until you graduated.

You walk into class late, everyone looking up at you. Luckily for you, your teacher is nice enough to let it slide.

“Hey” you said to the boy you usually sat by. His name was Damian, Damian Wayne. Yup. As in Billionaire “playboy” Bruce Wayne.

“What now L/N?” He asked. He looked up at you with an annoyed expression. Damn. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

“Do you think you could help me with number 5?” You looked at him with pleading eyes. “Pretty please.”

“Sure.” And he did. You didn’t really need help, you just wanted to bother and talk to Damian.

The two of you were close acquaintances but not friends. He was you favorite pompous rich a-hole and you were one the most tolerable people at GA to Damian

After this class you were done. You were transferring books to and from your backpack when your best friend, Lienne, pulled up next to you.

“What are you doing after school? Do you want to have a sleep-” If you didn’t stop her now it would turn into an investigation.

“I’m working at the clinic after school, but I can come over after and we can have a sleepover all you want,” you smiled at her.

“Ok. See you after work. Oh, and bring those chips I like please,” she says walking away. You chuckled at her.

You worked at a pet shop clinic. You loved it. You weren’t a people person, you were a pet person. I loved cats, dogs, and hamsters. Any domestic house pet you could get your hands on, you loved it. They were so much easier to deal with than people.

You were peacefully playing with a hamster while it was quiet in the store. Suddenly 2 men rush in. You put the hamster back in its cage and turned to the 2 men. They both looked like they were freaking out.

“We need your help! Like it's an emergency,” the tall one said. He had jet black hair and a white streak at the front. Then the second one spoke up.

“It’s our brother's cat,” the other one said. He was shorter, maybe 5’10/11. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He handed you an adorable little tuxedo cat. You couldn’t help but awe at it.

“Sure, what happened? Our vet is currently busy, but I can check him out and get him to see him as soon as possible.” you walked them into an exam room in the clinic. As you were assessing the cat, your boss walked in.

“What's going on here?” He asked. You explained what happened and gave your assessment of the cat to your boss. He complimented you on your good work and took over. You were happy until you felt a strain on your heart. Something was wrong with your soulmate. It felt like he was having a panic attack or something. You went to the front of the store to sit down. You were trying to steady your heartbeat to cancel his out. But of course as you sat down, someone walked in. It was none other than Damian Wayne.

“Where’s Alfred? Where’s my cat?” he asked. You walked up to him to get his attention. You were holding onto his arm while he was looking around frantically.

“Your cat? Is he a tuxedo cat?” He immediately looked down at you. “You’ve seen Alfred? Where is he?”

“Your brothers brought him in,” you explained to him calmly. You were already trying to calm your soulmate’s heartbeat and now you have to calm a frantic billionaire son. He was spouting nonsense you didnt want to listen to while you ushered him to a chair.

“Listen Wayne,” you said, shutting him up. “Your brothers brought him in. I assessed him and the vet is now with him. He's going to be fine”

You could tell your words helped, but he was still anxious. It was kinda cute that he cared this much for a cat. One time you saw him roll his eyes at a school assembly about suicide. But he was still breathing heavily. At this point your heartbeat was calm but you could still feel your soulmate’s fast heart.

You took Damian’s hand and put it over your heart, and you did the same to him. That's when you felt it. People who already met their soulmates said once you know it's this indescribable, thrilling feeling. They were right. It was like time stopped and nothing else mattered. Your hearts synced and that's all you both felt. You both stared into each other’s eyes. You opened your mouth to speak but was interrupted.

“Are we interrupting something?” The tall brother asked. You quickly moved back from Damian, putting your hands at your side.

“Yes”

“No”

You both spoke in unison. You looked at him, but he was glaring at his brothers.

“So what did Dr. Goldwin say?” you asked, smiling before it got awkward.

“OMG OMG OMG!” Lienne squealed, jumping around her room. “YOUR SOULMATE IS DAMIAN WAYNE.”

You weren’t surprised at her reaction when you told her. She always had a knack for the dramatics. As she was jumping around, spouting how beautiful your wedding was going to be, you got a text from your “future husband”.

Damian ☹️: Hello Y/N

Let’s go out on a date Saturday

Send me your address and I'll pick you up at 2pm

Y/N : I’d love to go out with you 😉

You’ll tell Lienne once she calms down. She's going to freak.

So… what do you think???

I’m working on request so plz don’t think I forgot abt those.

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ghouljams · 10 months

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All the baby talk got me wanting to live vicariously but with Bee and König, mostly their horses like oops Honey got out for a little too long one day while no one was looking and now is expecting a foal from one of König's horses any day now 🐴💕🐴 Bee and König prepping Honey's stall for the new arrival and he daydreaming about Bee having the same enthusiasm for their gaggle of babies one day 😭

The way this just pierced my heart... I think we all have baby fever thanks to the fae-by. I knew she was a bad idea...

That said I did actually plan on Honey hooking up with one of König's studs lol, Bee isn't the only one who likes a big boy.

Honey has been sick all week and it's starting to make you worried. Or, not starting. You've been losing a lot of sleep over it, calling König for advice and avoiding calling the vet in the hopes she'll get better. You finally caved last night when she hardly wanted to leave her stall for a walk around the pasture.

"Congratulations, she's pregnant." The vet tells you after a thorough exam. She seems like a nice woman, a little severe in the face but warm enough in the way she interacts with Honey.

"Pregnant?" You confirm, trying to think of how, when, who... The vet's brows shoot up.

"Not trying then, alright." The vet sighs and pats Honey's ribs, "Well, we'll take her off any cambendazole dewormers for now, and I'll give you a few days to decide if you want to keep it." She hands you her card, as if you don't already have her number. You see her back to her car, worrying now more than ever.

You call König as soon as the vet leaves. His horses are the only ones Honey's been around, and you can't imagine he's looking for any foals.

"Honey's pregnant," You tell him as soon as he picks up. König is silent for so long you have to check to make sure he didn't hang up on you.

"And she only gets into my pasture," He says finally, filling in the blank you'd purposefully left out for his own nerves.

"Yeah..." You wince. Somehow it feels like telling him you're the pregnant one. You imagine the spike of anxiety is the same. The long silences from you co-horse-grandparent feel very similar as well.

"Is she alright?" He asks, concern coloring his voice in a way you didn't expect. Well, you suppose he is a horse guy.

"Vet said she's perfectly healthy, but you know Honey. She's moping. Guess she didn't think her fun would have any consequences." König laughs on the other end of the line and you feel the anxiety in your chest loosen.

"Good. That's good." He hums, thinking, you like this better than his silence. "I'll come over, we can figure out what you want to do." You smile a little to yourself at the way he says it, like yours is the only opinion that matters. You've never had anyone put you first like König does.

"Ok, see you soon." You don't mean it to sound as sappy as it comes out, you really have to work on that, keeping your cool when König is just being himself.

You let Honey out into her pasture and go to sit on the fence to wait for König. You think this is the nicest part of sharing a property line. Waiting for him to walk over instead of listening for the rumble of a car engine. You raise a hand to wave when you spot him, earning a raised hand in return. It makes you giddy just seeing him.

It's terribly endearing when he greets Honey first, eyes soft on yours before they turn to your horse.

"Sehr gut, Mama? Bist du in Schwierigkeiten geraten?"

König strokes a hand down Honey's nose, gentle as ever with her, murmuring his German affections. You pretend not to notice the sugar cube he slips her, more focused on the after. When he plants his hands on the top of the fence and hops it with little more than his raw strength. His feet hit the ground on your property and his hands leave the fence to settle on your waist, lifting you off your perch to set you back on your feet.

His hands slide off of you, idle touches, his fingers lingering even as you turn to grab Honey's lead. He makes heat bloom over your cheeks, more tactile now that there's something settled between you. There's truly no chance of acting normal around him now.

"Are any of your horses acting..." You fish for the right word, not even sure what you're asking.

"Paternal? No," König shakes his head, a laugh edging into his voice, "they're the same as always."

You try not to feel too crestfallen. They're male horses of course they wouldn't be feeling any different. Poor Honey is the only one suffering for her night of fun. All by her lonesome with her consequences and no idea what went wrong. Left to pick up the pieces of her life when her beau abandons her. He wouldn't care if he knew how badly he hurt her anyway, probably did it on purpose. Ok, maybe you're projecting a little.

"Typical men," You grumble, leading Honey into her stall, "Why should they care when they already got what they want." You put an extra helping of alfalfa into her feeder while König hovers nearby. He seems twitchier than usual, fingers playing with the hem of his bandana like he can't decide what to do with it.

"I would." König says, flinching a little when you turn to blink up at him in confusion.

"What?" You can't figure out what he's responding to, you hadn't really been talking to him. Oh, no, did he think you meant him? His fidgeting makes you think maybe he's taking your bitterness to heart. Your heart hammers in your chest, the wheels spinning as you try to remember what you've told him about your life.

"I'd care, I'd want to be-" He stops himself, rethinks, "If it was me, if it was my baby, I wouldn't want to be anywhere but with you." You think steam might actually come out of your ears with how quickly you feel your face heat up. Blush popping onto your face like a gunshot.

"What?" You repeat, because you are stuck with your thoughts twirling around the "you" part of that statement. König seems to realize his mistake just as quickly.

"I'm- Please do not look at me right now, Hummelchen." He says like it pains him. You turn back to Honey quickly, lock your eyes on the wall of the barn and try to keep them there. "I misspoke, I was only trying to-"

"Let's focus on Honey." You offer, listening to him isn't helping you calm down your rapid pulse. Is König thinking about babies? You haven't even- Wait, babies? God, he only mentioned the one, why did you have to tack on the 's'?

"Right, Honey." He sighs, almost too happy to have you redirecting the conversation. "I'm a little worried about her," It's all business now, König's hand reaching past you to scratch between her ears, "It's a miracle one of my boys didn't hurt her, but a draft foal is..."

You worry the inside of your cheek between your teeth. You hadn't thought of that. Hadn't thought of how much bigger than Honey her potential Beau must be. She was little more than half their size. You shoot her a look, a very disappointed parental look. How the hell did she manage this? You glance at König's hand, his fingers gentle but so very big. Come to think of it you're sort of in the same position.

"I'll call the vet back and see what she thinks," You glance over your shoulder and up at König, he seems focused on Honey, "Do you, uh, want to be there?"

"Only if you want me there," He doesn't take his eyes off Honey, stroking down her nose with all the care in the world.

"I do." You tell him before you can really think about it. When did König become such a source of comfort for you?

"Then I'll be there." It's good practice, König thinks, good reassurance that he isn't going anywhere, that he'll find every shred of doubt and crush it. He's not a good man by any stretch of the definition, but he's damn sure better than the jackass that left you in the dust.

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cumikering · 3 months

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Werewolf Keegan x reader 9 (end)

1.7k | fluff Well, yes, but if a wolf runs around unattended, they’re going to call animal control (part 1)

Keegan made good on his promise that he’d clean up after himself.

With the way he loved to cuddle you as a wolf, even the biggest lint rollers wouldn’t suffice so he compensated by vacuuming your place every day. But not without giving Raider the side eye, because of course he had to help out. Some of the fluff was his too after all.

You really spoilt him, didn’t you? The K9 only watched his handler as he panted among the avalanche of chew toys you got him (his favourite was still the phone one though), and wouldn’t even clean his own dog bed with the lint roller.

Keegan took a two-week leave to take care of Raider who was anticipated to take a few months to recover before he could get back in the field. Fortunately, he was healing fast, already standing the week after and moving about.

Keegan decided to crash at your place meanwhile. ‘It’s closer to the vet hospital,’ he reasoned, but he knew you knew it was more than that. You said you didn’t mind as long as he kept the floof in check.

It felt natural to be around you like this. Driving you to and from work, cooking dinner with you, watching the TV after. It was hard to believe he lived so long without this, believing he was perfectly happy too.

And to think this all started with his curse.

His wolf had never been happier too, being in your space. Head empty, no thoughts, just his peanut as he drifted off to sleep.

You said it was strange the first few times he spooned you in bed as a wolf and suddenly shifted back when he lost his consciousness to sleep. The floof disappeared in a split second, replaced by his heavy arm around your waist which startled you.

Even that he was hesitant at first, he was pleasantly surprised with how welcoming you were to his peculiarity. Like when he approached you with hot cheeks a few days into staying at yours.

“Peanut,” he said in a small voice, eyes not meeting yours. “Would it be okay, if maybe, you can play tug of war with me?”

Your brow rose.

“I mean, it’s totally fine if not! It’s just I need exercise and Raider can’t play yet,” he rambled.

“Of course! We can play fetch too if you want.”

His eyes brightened, thinking of that time when his first instinct was to run after the toy you threw for Raider. “Oh, I’ve never tried that before, but that sounds like a wonderful idea.”

“We can have a run at the park too, so we don’t have to go on a hike. If you’ve got an owner, no one’s going to call animal control on you.”

He tilted his head. “I am not going to be leashed.”

“But can you imagine how big of a tranquiliser dart they’re going to use on your wolf otherwise?” You stifled a laugh. “Probably as big as my forearm.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. You knew he wasn’t a fan on needles. “We’ll go hiking when Raider’s better.”

Your laugh always made him happy, like when he pulled the rope toy too hard on purpose to wrestle you on the floor. You never won against the giant wolf no matter how much you tried, and he was glad of it because he loved nuzzling you from above, your giggles filling the room.

He sent his mum pictures of the both of you, some of your cooking too, always thrilled at every opportunity to say you were his. He was to visit her with you when Raider got better, but meanwhile video calls would have to do.

“Aw, look at the both of you! Aren’t you adorable, sweetie?” his mum cooed, the phone a little too close to her face.

“She’s a cheek pincher,” Keegan said. “Here, I’ll do it on her behalf.” He reached over to pinch you lightly.

Mrs. Russ laughed. “I hope you’re feeding him well. He eats like he’s still growing, but can barely cook. Make sure he does the dishes at least!”

You let out a chuckle.

“She does! She makes the best PB sandwiches.” It was true - they were better than his and he didn’t understand why. “When we visit, she’ll make you some.”

His mum was not a werewolf nor was she a fan of PB, but he firmly believed the love for it would transcend all.

Before Ghosts’ next mission, he took you out to meet his teammates for dinner. You were a little bashful from all the attention you got when they tried to get to know you. Especially from Ajax and Kick, who were mostly baffled by how you could spare “the creepy, frowning guy” a second glance.

“I can get you an angel shot,” Ajax said.

“Blink three times if you need help,” Kick whispered.

Regardless the teasing, Keegan grinned at the fact he got to call you his peanut.

However, the closer it was to the 7th full moon, Keegan grew restless, but not because of his urges. With how well and fast you fit into his life, he couldn’t even remember what it was like without you. He was terrified he bond wasn’t going to work and he’d lose everything again.

He didn’t doubt your feelings, even that he had to admit he felt clingy sometimes, wanting you to tell him how much you felt towards him. He was glad you never complained, but was kind regarding his needs, taking care of him.

The night of the full moon, he took you out on a date, somewhere special with a live cello player. At your door, he presented a bouquet of your favourite flowers. He made sure it was bigger than the one Blake sent and that the card didn’t fall off (not like you needed it since he brought it over personally). A little petty, he had to admit, but he had to show you he was cooler than your uni friend and could survive far more than a few punches.

You dressed up, your hair done, smelling wonderful and he couldn’t keep his hands off you. His peanut. Fuck, he still couldn’t believe you were his. Under the clothed table, he squeezed your knee.

The hours rolled past as you enjoyed the haunting performance, his arm along the back of your seat while your hand rested on his thigh. He started bouncing his leg, something he almost never did.

“It’s going to work.” You squeezed his thigh.

“I’m not worried,” he said through gritted teeth, eyes fixated on the cello player.

“You won’t be a wolf. We’ll visit your mum and have her cooking, and you’ll show me your band poster collection, okay?”

He gave you a crooked smile, hand gripping yours.

Outside, the moon beamed bright against the cloudless sky. Fresh out of the shower, you sat in bed next to him, his chest bare, soft from the hot water, lower half under the comforter. The bedside lamp shed enough light to illuminate the way your lips pulled into a thin line. His arms wrapped around you and you let out a shaky breath against him.

“You can tell me to stop any time, and… Just in case.” He reached for his blade on the nightstand, handing it to you. “I love you, okay?”

You nodded and he peeled off the comforter that covered him before shifting. You bared your neck to his wolf, brows furrowed as your eyes closed.

He whimpered, nuzzling your neck. I love you, peanut.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you mumbled.

He puffed out steady breath before positioning his fangs on your neck, feeling you shudder under him. You gripped his mane, yelping when he sank into you. Your blood was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and with your addicting scent filling him, it was too easy to stay put, but he shifted back immediately.

“You did good, peanut.” He kissed the corner of your eyes where tears had pricked. “Now we wait.”

In the dead of night, he jerked awake, breathing heavily. With the movement, you woke too.

“You okay?” You rubbed his chest, fingers ever comforting through the fuzz.

“Yeah.” He swallowed. “Yeah, I think. Did you have a dream?”

“We were in the woods, at full moon.”

He held his breath as his heart raced.

“Your wolf and I were walking to the cabin in the distance. I was barefoot-“

“In a white dress,” he said under his breath.

You nodded, beaming.

“It worked.” He chuckled in disbelief, gripping your shoulders. “It worked, didn’t it?”

Your arms wrapped around him. “We’re mates now, Keegan. For life.”

Months later, Raider fully recovered and was back in the field with his handler. You and Keegan got a new place between your old places, somewhere without carpeted floors because he’d grown sick of the vacuuming. Life slipped into a rhythm.

He took you to his home and greeted his mum with a kiss on the cheek. You said her lasagna was as great as he always hyped it up to be. Much to his chagrin, she was swift, and vey excited, to show you his childhood photos. He groaned. The memory of him rocking a bowl cut for the entirety of primary school was humiliating, but with a giggle, you reassured he looked cute with his signature icy stare. He didn’t believe you.

Keegan carried your luggage up the stairs with Raider padding behind, nails clicking against floor. His mum never changed a thing in his bedroom since he left, his emo band posters still almost lined the entirety of the walls. He stared at the one behind the door and contemplated if you’d like him in one of those haircuts. There would be more to pat after all (and it surely wouldn’t be as hideous as a damn bowl cut).

At bedtime, in his cramped bed, you huddled facing each other.

“I guess we should have stayed at a hotel after all.”

He shrugged. “You know, if we were both wolves, we would fit perfectly fine here.”

You smiled, tracing your neck where his bite marks had faded. “Actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all.”

Thank you so much everyone for reading my silly doggo story! I had mad fun writing this and I'm glad you stuck around until the end :D take care x

@tiredmetalenthusiast @shadofireshinobi @keegansshark @two-gh0sts @rowanyaboats @mangoguy @astraluminaaa @shadowlali @eve-lie @reelovesfictionalmen @writeforfandoms @milkteaarttime

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girlneuter · 11 days

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Tldr; i need help affording end of life care for one of my dogs. you can help by sharing this post and donating what you’re able to (more info below image). thank you <3

(image description; a red dog with pointed ears is resting his head on the lap of his owner and looking in to the camera)

one of my dogs has been sick recently and when we took him to the vet we found out that it’s a lot worse than we realized. within the last month he’s accumulated fluid in his abdomen and chest from a mass in his liver. we tested his stool + urine, did blood work + x rays, and scheduled an ultrasound to see if there’s any chance of it being operable. they drained over 350ml of fluid from his abdomen and put him on a diuretic + pain meds to help keep him comfortable. we won’t know for certain until after he has an ultrasound but the prognosis isn’t very good either way. it’s very likely that he’ll continue to fill up with fluid until he goes in to organ failure from the masses and we were told he only has a few months left.

I’m trying to be strong for him and give him the best chance that we can but it will require some serious intervention and management. We’re adjusting his diet and adding some supplements along with his meds and praying that it buys him more time. Even if they are able to operate there’s still a good chance that it could grow back…

But I’m holding out hope for his recovery and asking for all of the help that i can get. We have a shih tzhu that’s older than him and we were able to get her heart condition stabilized so much that she went from being a candidate for euthanasia to having a normal sized heart (it was so enlarged when we got her that it was pushing her trachea out of place), no murmur, and is very well managed with meds. I’ve depended on Vin for so much and for so long that he will always be a part of my life.

I’m just asking for any help that we can get. We’re in the process of filing for bankruptcy so we don’t have any credit cards to fall back on. We’re supported by my husbands single income as I struggle to find a part time job that can accommodate my disability. We were able to get a discount on our last visit because we receive food assistance but it still came to just under $400 ($381 to be exact). It’s a good deal for the amount of services that we received but it’s money that we were setting aside for rent.

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Our next visit is going to cost a little bit more than our last as the ultrasound is from a team that travels to the clinic. We were quoted around $412 for the next visit but it may be more if he needs fluid drained again… not counting prescription food, meds, or supplements, we’re already down over $800+ and that’s just for diagnostics and early stages of treatment.

It’s an embarrassing position to be in but the reality is that I’m struggling to keep up as it is. I really appreciate anyone who shares this post and/or donates to help us cover the costs of his medical expenses. I’ll make sure to update if I’m able to find a job, especially if I can get in at a clinic for discounted treatment (I have a history of vet assisting)

(Image descriptions; the first is a red shiba inu sitting on a couch next to a cat. both are looking at the camera. the second image is the same red dog cuddling with an elderly gray dog on a bed)

Ways you can help;

1. Share this post !

i totally understand if you aren’t able to give any money and i don’t want you to feel obligated to. sharing does help even if you don’t have a lot of followers

2. you can donate money for Vin’s recovery in the following ways;

- Paypal @ ReyOfTheLight

- Venmo @ rey-fillback

- cashapp $reyfillback

#oi #pets #vin #please boost #mutual aid

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Hey, can you do a peaky blinder headcannon where the reader is the second youngest shelby but is really close with John shelby so she is basically John and esmes daughter. She's always around them and won't leave their side. They are both so protective of her as she's always happy and kind. She's really close with esme and she looks up to her like a mother figure and esme looks at her like a daughter.

Sister Shelby- John And Esme Pt1

Here you go. Hope you like it. Also might do a part 2 to this!

YN Shelby, the second youngest Shelby child. Only being a year older than her younger brother. When John and Esme married YN seemed to be over at their house more so than her own, so much that YN would often stay over at her brother and sister in laws house. As YN had no mother Esme soon became a mother figure. Teaching YN about her first period, going through her first relationship and breakup, giving her the 'talk' and most importantly loving her. John also became like a father to her eventually vetting the guy YN would in the end fall in love with and marry. He would even walk her down the aisle.

12 Years Old

"John I'm here!" you runs through the door of her brothers house "John?" You stop when you realises the house is quiet, to quiet. Where could everyone be? "John? Esme?"

"Upstairs love" Esme shouts from upstairs. You run up the stairs, bumping into John the way up

"We have a surprise for you" your eyes widen as does the smile gracing your face "come with me" you follow John to the spare room, the door closed "ok close your eyes" you do as he says. After hearing the door open and John telling you to open them you see a newly decorated room

"Oh my god"

"This is your bedroom"

"Mine?" You ask confused

"Yes yours. You spend half your life here so we thought we'd make a space for you. What do you think?"

"I love it thank you" you give both John and Esme a hug

"Aunt Polly said that you can live here with us, that's if you want?" John nervously asks

"Yes!" You yell "I love you both so much"

"We love you too YN"

13 Years Old

At 13 years old you woke up to blood on your bedsheets. White bedsheets. Quickly gathering the bloody sheets you quietly take the sheets and place them in the sink hoping to wash out the stain. But when you realise that the stain isn't coming out you start to panic. Esme just put these sheets on fresh, then the panic to why you bled sets in. What's going on. That's when Esme catches you

"What are you doing?"

"Esme. I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened and I don't know why. I didn't know what to do" Esme walks over to you and looks in the sink

"Oh honey. You've started your monthly"

"Huh?"

"You know. Your bleed"

"My bleed?"

"Bloody hell hasn't anyone told you?" You give her a shrug.

"I have brothers not sisters and aunt Polly hasn't said anything" you reply feeling embarrassed

"Ok don't worry. I'll clean this up and put some fresh sheets on"

"I'm sorry"

"It's ok. Don't apologies" Esme takes over from me and starts to clean the bedsheets "do you have any pains?"

"No" you shake your head

"Ok well if you do, let me know and I'll get a hot bottle for you"

"Thank you Esme"

"It's ok"

15 Years Old

Your first boyfriend was hidden from your brothers, but Esme knew. She knew everything and kept it from her husband knowing he will kick off. But when your boyfriend broke up with you, the first people you went to were Esme and John. You walk through the door wiping the tears and snot on your sleeve

"YN? What happened?"

"He broke up with me"

"What?" Esme is up in no time and wraps her arms around you

"You had a boyfriend?" John asks confused and angry "why didn't you tell me? Who the fuck was he? Did he fucking hurt you? I'm gonna fucking kill him"

"John, not the time" Esme scolds John as she strokes your hair

"Im sorry. Come here" you pull away from Esme and run to John who holds you close. He places a kiss on your head "whoever this guy is, he doesn't know what's he's missing. One day you'll fall in love and marry a decent man. You'll have a nice house a good job and kids"

"Johns right. You have to kiss a few frogs before you find your Prince" Esme giggles referring to one of my favourite books that we used to read together

"It sucks"

"I know, but soon you won't feel so sad. Promise" John and Esme once again hug you making you feel slightly better.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader #tommy shelby #john shelby #arthur shelby #esme shelby #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders sister #shelby sister #sister shelby

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pokemonshelterstories · 7 months

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Any advice on caring for a (probably traumatized) Natu? I don’t want to go into it, but a very close friend of mine recently died in a very violent way, and I took in his Natu afterwards because she refused to leave her pokeball for anyone but me. I already have a Murkrow and Chatot she gets along with, and they definitely know somethings up with her. She barely eats and has started plucking feathers. I talked to a vet who said to just give her time, but I’m really worried about her. She was one of my friends favorite things in the whole world, and I can’t imagine loosing her too.

im sorry to hear about the loss of your friend. it can be tough for a pokemon that's lost its owner to adjust. we often see these pokemon displaying lethargic or "depressed" behavior, because it's a big change for them. your vet is right that it takes time, but you can do some things to support her in the meantime!

the first is to provide a calm, stable environment- which it sounds like you're doing! having some fellow bird friends will definitely help, as natu feel safest with companions. if you know of any familiar routines she had with your friend, that will help her feel more comfortable.

the next thing to do is make sure she has plenty of enrichment to keep her from doing behaviors like feather plucking. those behaviors are a manifestation of stress, and having a variety of toys, perches, and foraging opportunities will help mitigate that stress. i'd also recommend taking her outside for at least 20 minutes every day. natu really need a chance to get some natural sunlight, and it does wonders for their health to be allowed to hop around in the grass on a sunny day. unfortunately, feather plucking can be a really hard behavior to correct once it's started even if you're doing everything right, so if it doesn't improve soon, you'll need to talk to your vet about managing it.

i hope your girl feels better soon!

#charlietalks #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #pokemon care #pokemon welfare #natu

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changingplumbob · 1 month

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Little Tiny Update

Details below the cut but trigger free version I was busy today and will likely be busy the rest of the week. I've got stuff queued but eventually there might be a few days gap. Please keep sending me the asks, I will get around to them when I can. Possibly be slower responding to things just because they take brainpower. Much love

Results of the vet visit for my fluffly sister, the cat, today (Tuesday) show she has kidney disease. My IBS nausea was intense all day and taking her there and back took energy. Tomorrow (Wednesday) I'm getting up early to take her in and they're going to flush her with fluids to try get better kidney numbers. Normally it would happen over 2 days but here our Thursday is ANZAC day so public holiday so vets closed. So I'm glad she won't have to stay there overnight, don't want her thinking she's got another long cattery stay, but it does mean a whole pile of busses tomorrow, thank the lord they let us take cats in carriers on buses here now. Then Friday it'll be another trip in for repeat bloodwork and discussion of how we can change her diet to help.

Probably still in a bit of shock, the vet was saying her physical examination looked good apart from her weight loss from her reduced eating. She has to stop the arthritis pain meds which I'm hoping improves her appetite. The vet doesn't seem to think we need to think about palliative care just yet thank goodness so fingers crossed we'll still have some time with her.

Friends what would really help me is if your posts contain pet illness (realistic illness not the ones that give them glowing red noses etc) or pet death you put a trigger warning and/or put the death below a cut. Scrolling through and seeing a cat passing on is not what I need right now, even if it is a simple sims representation. Obviously I can't tell you how to do your content but it would be appreciated.

#tw pet illness #tw is kept below cut

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pizzaqueen · 5 months

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85 for either steddie or buckingham? :D

85 was The Rat by The Walkmen

I started out writing an angsty (but hopeful) Steddie thing that actually had something vaguely to do with the lyrics, but I couldn’t make it work, so instead I wrote this Buckingham silliness, ignored the lyrics, and just latched onto the title lol sorry! I hope it’s okay

About 750 words of pre relationship fluff based on the idea I had about Chrissy moving in with the Buckleys

“So, I cleared out some space in my closet,” Robin says, flinging her closet open and waving her hand at the free space. She toes a shirt languishing on the floor out of the way. “I hope it’s enough room for your things.” She twirls her hair around her finger, staring at the cramped closet. It will be fine. It’s fine. “And you can put your…”

She trails off, heart stopping as she turns to Chrissy. “What’s that?” she asks faintly, pointing at the carrier in Chrissy’s hand.

“This is Ratt-a Hayworth.” Chrissy holds up the small, plastic carrier, smiling her radiant smile; a pointy face peers out at Robin. “Say hi to Robin, Miss Ratt-a.”

“Is that…” Robin swallows thickly against the panic in her throat. “Is that a rat?!”

“Yeah!”

“Why is it in that thing?” Why is it in my room?

“So she doesn’t run around everywhere…” Chrissy frowns, then her eyes widen, and her face pales. “Oh, no, are you scared of rats? I should have asked, rats aren’t exactly typical pets, but I did say I was bringing her.” She bites her thumb, looking between Robin and the… The rat she’s holding.

Robin mentally flicks back through the conversation she had with Chrissy when they arranged with Robin’s parents that Chrissy would stay here for a while, after Chrissy’s mom all but kicked her out. She does, vaguely, remember Chrissy saying something about a pet, maybe, but Robin was too panicked and dazed, thinking about sharing a room with Chrissy, to really pay attention. Shit.

Realizing she hasn’t answered, she says, “No, I’m not scared of rats, exactly,” biting her lip.

“But?”

“Well…” Robin bounces on her toes and then just blurts out, “Rabies?”

Chrissy looks offended for a moment, before her expression settles into amusement. But not like robin is stupid for her fear, which is nice. “I promise she doesn’t have rabies. Grandma had her checked at the vet after she bought her for me.” Her lips twitch. “From a reputable pet store.”

“Your grandma got her for you?”

“Yeah.” Chrissy smiles, small and soft. “She was the last gift my grandma gave me before she…” Her expression clouds; bitterness enters her tone, and her eyes are both glassy and fierce. “My mom was so not happy and always trying to get me to get rid of her. But“—she shrugs—”she was my only true friend for a while. Until Eddie.” She pauses, a blush creeping into her cheeks. “And you,” she adds, looking at Robin with her big eyes. She clears her throat, looking away. “That’s pretty pathetic, huh?”

“No,” Robin says, “it’s really not.”

Chrissy ducks her gaze, cheeks dimpling. After a few moments, she says, “If she bothers you, though, maybe Eddie can look after her for me.”

And Robin desperately wants to say yes, please, get that thing out of my room. But she was checked at a vet, and she’s Chrissy’s friend so…

“No way,” she says. She tries a smile that she hopes is encouraging. “Uh… What was her name again?”

“Ratt-a Hayworth. Like Rita? But she’s a rat, so, um, Ratta.” Chrissy scrunches her nose up. Gosh, she’s so cute. “It’s kind of goofy, I know.”

“No! It’s great. I love Rita Hayworth.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She’s so…” Is it safe to say beautiful? Loads of girls say other girls are beautiful. Still, Robin says, “Good.” She winces and clears her throat. “At acting.” Very smooth, Buckley.

But Chrissy only says, “In that case, I have a copy of Gilda,” either ignoring or oblivious to Robin’s awkwardness. “We could watch it tonight. Maybe?”

“I’d like that.” Robin’s stomach flips and her heart beats fast. Never mind potentially rabid rodents. Sharing a room with Chrissy is going to kill her. “Um,” she says, after the silence stretches out, realizing she was staring (but…was Chrissy staring too?), “I guess we should find somewhere for Miss Hayworth to live.”

Chrissy blinks, like she’s been caught in a daze and shakes herself. Maybe it wasn’t just Robin… “Thank you,” she says. “I— I really appreciate it.”

“It’s your home too, now,” Robin says.

“I mean for everything.”

Robin’s face heats and she waves Chrissy off. “It’s fine.”

Chrissy smiles, so so pretty and bright, and then she sets the pet carrier down and flings her arms around Robin. And, caught off guard, Robin, not usually a hugger, hugs her back.

Yep. Sharing a room with Chrissy is definitely going to kill her. But, oh, it’s going to be worth it. Rat and all.

#Buckingham #Chrissy x robin #robin x Chrissy #bandcheer #pizzaqueenfic

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avengersome · 4 months

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Siegfried and Gerald

(Random thoughts on these two, including some s4 spoilers, below the cut)

Taking a general view, it’s hard to imagine two people less alike that Siegfried Farnon and Gerald Hammond. Siegfried is a loud vet with sporting inclinations, who thinks he’s good at DIY but isn’t. Gerald is an introverted seemingly unsporty man, who is great at hands on work but freaks out somewhat at things veterinary.

They do have similarities though.

The first is that their families mean the world to them. Gerald is happy to uproot to take care of his sister, and clearly worries greatly about her. Siegfried’s family may largely be found rather than blood, but he was willing to have his qualifications stripped to protect James, and proved he would do anything to look after Tristan.

The other, probably more clear, similarity is with Audrey. They are both clearly in love with her, and want her in their lives. But they were also both willing to let her go because they thought it was what she wanted. They both want to be with her, but they want her to be happy more.

It could also be argued that they’re both more interested in having her in their lives as a friend than they are at risking moving things forward romantically. Gerald tells her directly that he’s happy to be her friend, and he would never have made a move if she hadn’t. Siegfried admittedly is a little harder to read in this regard, because we haven’t got to a relationship (yet) between him and Audrey. But from Christmas 1938 it’s clear he’s starting to realise his feelings, and Christmas 1939 he may well have been about to tell her how he felt before she ran off. Siegfried is clearly a man who likes his routine and the status quo. We see that through his reaction to anybody new, and any changes to his house and business. So it’s fair to assume that if the status quo with Audrey is comfortable he might want to stick with it for as long as he can.

Where I am hoping they will now diverge with Audrey, is in making their true feelings known and fighting for her to stay with them. Gerald took a long time to really let her know how he felt, and he never really seemed to push forward at all with their relationship. She initiated the first two sets of kisses we see. He initiated the third, but only after she had made the decision to go with him, and he had asked her if that made them engaged. I would hope that, while being gentlemanly, Siegfried would be more of an initiator in their relationship, and he would make sure she knows how much he loves her throughout. I would also hope that when it comes to getting engaged he would make some decent effort in that regard, or at least make it romantic.

And then we come to Audrey’s reaction to both of them. She initiated the kisses with Gerald but very little else. She seems incapable of being straightforward and certain with him, whereas she can be easily with Siegfried. For example Gerald asks her if she’s sure about leaving, and she never answers him, whereas when Siegfried asks if she’s sure about staying she interrupts him in her eagerness to answer, and does so again when he asks if he’s taken her for granted.

The one time that really isn’t the case is with leaving them. She takes some considerable time, we can assume, before finally telling Siegfried she’s leaving, and even then she can’t tell him verbally. She writes it down and he guesses that she’s leaving him. But when she decides she can’t go with Gerald she seems to go straight to his door and tells him fairly easily.

She seems to accept Gerald’s statement that he and Rock will leave quickly, with very little concern beyond the immediate pang of sadness. However, when Siegfried does his best to make her feel like her leaving isn’t bothering him, that suggestion does seem to get to her.

So in conclusion to this long rambling diatribe, which may or may not make any sense, Siegfried and Gerald have their close similarities and stark differences. Both want Audrey to be happy, whether they end up happy themselves or not. But only one of them, when all is said and done, seems to make her truly contented.

#siegfried farnon #siegfried x audrey #audrey hall #Gerald Hammond #ACGAS #Jo rambles #no idea if any of this makes as much sense in paper as it did in my head #or if anybody will care even if it does

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beyond-far-horizons · 8 months

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Okay the game's been out for a few days now, but spoilers!

While it has significant good points, am I allowed to say now how angry and disappointed I am by how Liu aka the devs treated our queen?

I'm glad to see old faces return, I'm so happy for fans who missed their faves for years and yes not every kharacter has to be on every roster...

But FFS, this is a reboot of MK1! The original game Sonya was the first female kharacter for. I love Kitana, love Sindel, really happy to see Mileena finally getting her due, but we wouldn't have any of them if Sonya hadn't done so well for the OG game, if Ed and John hadn't realised they needed a badass lady amongst all those men.

Plus the way NRS handled this whole thing - both the marketing and the storymode - was a mess. Frankly they led Sonya fans on despite knowing how upset fans can get after what happened with Mileena in MK11. I know because I was roped in since May on Twitter. I wish they'd have managed expectations early on, esp in a game we'd expect her to be in. A few kind words at cons, even just a few references in Storymode to explain her absence, it would have been really sad, but not the almost contemptuous erasure we got here.

Worse, it makes the pious, compassionate Liu Kang look awful for just ignoring or erasing one of his best friends and most loyal allies. Earthrealm starts out with no female champion and an overload of guys. And it seems to support all those awful takes that 'Sonya's boring', 'she's just a gun lady' or (and I don't know where they get this one?) 'she's a Tr*mp supporter!' 'She & SF can sit this one out'.

Finally, some of Sonya's lines, moves and roles have been taken and not just in this game. It's heartbreaking to see certain rude fans troll Sonya fans with how 'awful', 'boring' and 'militant' she is, but see people praise/enjoy other kharacters for what Sonya does. You can see from her Kameo how magical, athletic and vivacious Sonya used to be, she wasn't always a hardened military vet played by a fighter who sadly couldn't voice-act. Even then, I still love her as a general, she's always fought for Earthrealm and been loyal to Raiden and Liu, even if the majority seem to forget that.

I'm just fuming that all we get of her is 1 intro hint, an unlockable Johnny's announcer voice talking about her and the awful evil version with Kano's eye at the end for 2 mins. While Johnny has an ex wife and flirts with every woman he comes across, Kenshi partners with Jax, Johnny uses a drone, Kitana has a virtually identical fatality, Li Mei has some of her moves. Now I hear (spoiler) that Cassie - her daughter might be in KP2 without her.

Rant over, I just hope Mortal Kombat 2 (the movie) does her justice and shows NRS and some of the fans what they are missing.

#f you NRS #sonya blade #long post is long #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #really has made me turn off the game and Johnny and Liu tbh #which is sad because I'm half way through a big fanfic #don't even get me started on ppl on here crowing about her being gone so they can ship her husband with someone else #you ship who you like but don't bring Sonya into this

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docholligay · 5 months

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The raison d’etre for this trip, in its conception, was to see the Christmas markets of Germany and the UK. I don’t know if I’ll say that is actually how it turned out, given how many UK markets Mom has taken a quick turn around and then decided to go do something else, like sit in a pub or sit in a different pub*. It must be said that, in this department, Germany beats the UK as rightly and soundly as [insert inappropriate WWII joke here]. The Christmas ‘markets’ in the UK are largely consisting, at least based on my survey of four large and major ones, repackaged items that are largely not handcrafted by the seller, a lot of food stalls, and, bless it, a number of bars. Not a bad tme if I lived in any of these cities but assuredly not something worth crossing that Atlantic for.

But the German Christmas markets were mostly as advertised. Even the more commercial among them had foods that carried the air of the traditional, made extensive effort to continue the line of culture that had been there for generations, and curled around themselves in long circles that invited more of a chance to meander than a strict row system that kept you going down a shooting gallery of booths. The Frankfurt market, even straight off the plane ride with a roughly 3 hour night, dazzled with its sense of history and its easy strolls through to the bar. It was at this market that I tried what I might call, “The drink of the trip”

Fuerzangenbowle, the best hot alcoholic drink I had never encountered even in writing, even in passing, truly a genius invention.** What this is, is mulled wine, already getting points from me, but then they soak a cone of sugar in rum and light it on fire so it drips down into the wine. I would have told you i wouldn’t care for that because it would make it too sweet, but it really doesn’t. What it does, is add a note of toasted caramel to the wine, a slightly burnt taste that adds to the larger whole. It is so good, that I am going to go home and see if I can buy some kind of piloncillo that’s small enough to work for the single serving cup. I don’t know that I would try and make it for a crowd, I’ll leave that to the professionals, but I do love lighting things on fire as my wife will, sighing heavily, attest to.

All of them were good, and Cologne in general was much more charming than I had been led to believe it would be, but it was there we came upon the best market of them all:

The old town market.

We stopped there simply because it was the next place on the little train that takes you from market to market, but I was immediately captured by it. Busy and crowded, people miling around each other like little bees, the hum of their voices uniting into a low buzz. A violin plays “Come Emmanuel” at the door, and the long, high voice of it carries above and weaves through. The bright and bustle as the lights glow against the darkness, fairytale in the way that I could never hope to describe to another human being. I had to take a breath as i stepped inside. It was a Christmas market as you imagine them, a watercolor made real, the cold of the air touching your cheeks, the smell of mulled wine in the air, all of it immediate and total. All of it something that somehow seemed a dream, as if i’d been pulled into a book though admittedly in my fairy story slightly less people would be wearing beanies and puffy jackets, but what is fantasy without a little grime on it?

In this one it also seemed that the traders had been vetted to some extent in the main square, and so was near-exclusively people who had made the objects in their booths. We spoke to people when possible, given my hilariously limited German, about their stuff, and gawked at it, and I bought a little mug for my daughter with her name on it, that the woman painted right in front of us.

Whether the rest of the markets were a disappointment*** or not was hardly material at this point, because my mother was so entranced by the old market. She spoke of it all the time on the trip, as we were going through other markets, as we sat in a pub, as we put on our pajamas. I think it will probably take the crown for experiences on this trip. I can think of only a few that might unseat it. My mother’s face as we wandered through the market was all the confirmation I needed that this was the right choice.

And so I am delighted to inform myself that Germany was a success. I said I would never return there, I let myself be talked into it, and I had a wonderful time.

*This sounds like a complaint, but is full of delight. I have two favorite things to do when I travel: Walk miles and miles around a city (absolutely not happening here, there is a hot short list of people in my life who can walk as fast and far as I can) and go to pubs, bars, etc where there are a fair amount of locals and people like to talk. See my unwieldy essay on how much I like people for reference.

**The best mulled wine I had, however, does in fact go to the UK. Specifically, Peacock’s Tea Room in Ely had the absolute best mulled wine I had in the entire trip, the seasoning was exceptional, it was not overly sweet, the cup contained some soaked fruit and sliced almonds, it was truly exceptional and I know I’ll be trying to style my mulled wine off it for a long while.

***Things are rarely a true disappointment to me because I operate on the idea that everything in life is a lesson, is information, and if it wasn’t what I built up in my head, that is information, and it’s information I can pass on to others. Sometimes i love a miserable story as much as a successful one. Attitude can change the color of many situations, and I tend to be very adpatable and cheerful, and also i froze to death or it was crowded or whatever whatever is more often than not, not what I will carry away from any given situation. But, this is somewhat unique to me and I’ve spent a long time cultivating a sense of appreciation for these things, so I felt a little bad for my mom.

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steveharringtonat3am · 1 year

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Veterinarian!Steve Harrington x Reader

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Most people hated taking their pets to the vet. Not only did most pets hate it, it was usually a place full of fear. But not for you.

Every couple of weeks, you head over there to make sure your new kitten, Lucy, is doing alright. Every time, you get to spend thirty minutes with the cutest veterinarian, Steve.

You’re pretty sure you’re the only patient that gets to call him Steve.

“Hey! It feels like it’s been forever since I last saw you guys.” Steve smiles, already reaching for Lucy.

“Well it’s only been two weeks. Can’t deprive you of her cuteness for too long!” He laughs, setting Lucy down and starting the checkup.

“She’s very cute, maybe even my cutest patient. But don’t tell the others.” He winks at you, making your heart flutter.

“I’m sworn to secrecy.” Lucy meows as if agreeing, making you both grin.

“Well she seems to be doing just fine! And since she’s about four months now you don’t have to come in as often.” His smile falters just a bit at this news.

“Seems like only yesterday we were in here for the first time…” You run a hand over her back, making her purr.

“Yeah…I guess I’ll see you both in six months?” That sounds like forever, you can only hope he doesn’t forget you by then.

“That sounds good. See you around, doc.” You pick Lucy up with a small smile, putting her in the carrier.

“You too.” He waves as you leave and the hope you had of a date slowly fades away.

It’s a week later, and you’re in the pet food aisle. Lucy seems to like all types of food but you try to switch it up so she doesn’t get bored. You don’t eat the same thing everyday, so why should she?

“That one is really good.” A voice says from behind you and you turn, locking eyes with Steve.

“Hey! Fancy seeing you here!” You can’t help but grin at him. He’s out of his work clothes, instead sporting a forest green sweater and some jeans.

“It’s really great to see you.” Suddenly, you’re very aware of your not so cute outfit. But he’s smiling at you the same as always so maybe that doesn’t matter as much.

“I know. It feels weird not having to visit the vet every 2 weeks.” You put some pet food in your cart, and he does the same.

“Well, we could always meet outside the office?” He shifts some things around his cart, leg tapping just a bit.

“Like…how?” You really don’t want to kid yourself into thinking this is something that it’s not.

“Like a date.” He finally looks up at you, just in time to see you grin.

“That sounds really nice…” You feel like you’re gonna burst with happiness.

“Okay. I can pick you up tomorrow at seven?” You’re already writing your number and address down.

“That sounds great!” He takes the slip of paper, gently sliding it into his pocket.

“Alright. See you then”

Lucy is going to love this.

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kickthecan-revolution · 7 months

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My vet came yesterday armed with a ton of information about Peach. She has a fungal infection and an upper respiratory called Feline Calicovirus that is highly infectious - even objects, including my clothes and hands - can transmit it and the symptoms are rough for many cats. He was kind of amazed she tested positive for it, as it’s not super common. He said “what is it with you and these animals with bizarre hardly heard of infections? He spoke with an internist at length and we have a game plan. Peach is a little congested but doesn’t have any of the really tough symptoms which is a relief. And she’s been out and about a bit and I’ve certainly pet my cats after handling her, so them not showing signs of it is a good thing. He gave the cats distemper vaccines which will help lessen symptoms if she can’t get rid of it and does pass it to them, but we are hopeful that she can get rid of it. I’m balancing letting her be out and about so her smell can get into the house versus letting her get too close to the cats. Minnie wants absolutely nothing to do with her but Bud is curious and I can tell, if this works out, they’ll be good friends ,

Her herpes (also positive for that) viral load is low and almost all cats have that so he’s not worried. He’s also not worried that the stress of introducing a kitten will trigger Bud’s leukemia. So I’m more positive about keeping her but we will need to see what her labs come back with, I’ll do the right thing for her if it’s safer for everyone for her to be in a single cat household.

This entire process has been healing in a way that’s difficult to describe. I’ve dealt with some deep stuff that I couldn’t touch in 12 years of therapy. My intuitive coach is an energy worker and healer and at first I thought it was totally crazy, but I believe it now.

My vet and his assistant hung out for a while, I made them some cocktails, and we just chatted. He mentioned he was taking his staff to a Pink concert tonight right down the street and I told him they should stop by either before or after, I really want to meet his partner so he’s up for it! I feel like he could be a friend. If not, what an incredible blessing to have a Vet who will research and research and call and get second and third opinions. It’s such a blessing.

I’m hiding from the world. From the War. From the massacres. It’s clearly a privilege to do that. Shirley told me that the energy right now is something that the world has never experienced, and everyone, including animals, are all reacting to it. It’s a chance to elevate to our higher selves, it’s inviting us to do that, and the chaos is forcing us all to look at ourselves more deeply. Since the beginning of the year, I’ve had an odd foreboding about the future, like I couldn’t quite place it – I don’t think that means our future is over but I think things are changing in ways that none of us have ever experienced before.

I love all of you so much, you’re such an important part of my life and I’m so grateful you’re here to process my small but very valuable world with me. I take all of your comments to heart. Thank you for reading, thank you for your tolerance of me and giving me the grace to be raw and show the darker parts of myself as they come to the light.

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