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hailing-stars · 3 years

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@febuwhump day three: imprisonment

definitely not a lizard

Summary

“I don’t understand why I have to be here, Mr. Stark,” said Peter, as Tony pulled the car into the school parking lot.

“Because this is entirely your fault.”

“I think entirely is a little unfair.” Peter took a glance back at Nessie, who snuggled with her pink stuffed bunny. She had gotten so big that she covered the entire front seat of the car. “I’m not the one who suggested Morgan bring her pet dinosaur for show and tell.”

“But you are the reason she has a pet dinosaur.”

“Don’t think enough blame is pinned on OsCorp for that one, actually.”

Peter ransacks an OsCorp lab for fun and finds Morgan a friend in the process.

The origin story of the monster that lives in lake behind the Stark house.

Bits of broken glass crunched under Peter’s feet, and under his mask, he smiled, looking around at the OsCorp lab he’d just ransacked. Jameson was right. He was a menace, and it felt great.

Good, healthy destruction was soup for the soul, and nothing felt more soul-mending then laying waste to the place responsible for so much animal cruelty. After taking a few seconds to admire his handiwork, he turned to leave, but his eyes caught a cage with a small lizard locked inside.

“Don’t worry, buddy,” said Peter, striding across the lab, stepping on even more broken glass. “I’ll get you out there. Put you somewhere you can be free.”

He picked up the small cage, and Karen alerted him Tony had sent him a couple of text messages reminding him about Morgan’s birthday party, telling him to be late. That they wouldn’t be waiting for him to cut the cake.

It was a sinking realization. The remembering her birthday, and consequently, remembering he hadn’t remembered to buy her a present. Between Spider-Manning and school and friends and academic Decathlon, his life was filled with great distractions.

The lizard jumped around in the cage, and Peter got a brilliant idea. He only hoped Mr. Stark saw the genius of it.

Peter wasn’t late to the party, but him and the lizard were the last to arrive.

He parked his car behind Bucky’s motorcycle. He swung his door open, and unbuckled the passenger’s side seatbelt, freeing the cage from the strap keeping it safe from the bumpy ride out to the lake house.

He just hoped Ms. Lizard wasn’t too shaken up. He hoped she was ready to meet her new family.

As it turned out, her new family wasn’t quite ready to meet her. Tony’s head snapped in Peter’s direction as if he was the one with the extra sense for danger. His eyes narrowed in on the lizard cage tucked under Peter’s arm, and he marched through party guests scattered about the yard and towards him.

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s a lizard,” said Peter. He held out the cage, balancing it on the palms of his hands. “Isn’t she cool?”

“Please tell me,” said Mr. Stark, “that thing isn’t supposed to be Morgan’s present?”

Peter gasped, and moved the lizard away from him. “Mr. Stark, she isn’t a thing.”

“She’s not a present, either.”

“You and Pepper were just saying Morgan needs to learn about responsibility,” said Peter. “So really a pet is a perfect present.”

“No we weren’t,” said Tony. “We were saying you needed to learn about responsibility after you forgot to put gas in your car and we had to come save you on the side of the highway.”

“Well maybe if I had a pet lizard as a kid I’d remember to put gas in my car.”

“Oh, so it’s May’s fault?”

“No,” said Peter. “That’s not what I meant!”

Tony released a long, annoyed breath, and rubbed his temple. “Are you serious right now? With the lizard? Really couldn’t have thought of a less annoying birthday present?”

“It was sort of an impulse thing,” said Peter, and he explained to Tony about OsCorp. He explained the destruction of the animal testing lab, because he knew he would approve of that sort of inconvenience being bought upon Norman Osborn. “So you see, I couldn’t just leave her there in animal prison. She deserves a home.”

“Pete, not this home,” said Tony. “Find someone else to care for your friend, and get her out of sight before Morgan -”

An ear shattering scream filled the air. Party guests, made up of mostly old and new Avengers paused and cleared the path for Morgan Stark, who charged at them in her brand new ballet slippers.

“IS SHE MINE?”

“Uh, well -” said Peter, shuffling his feet around, feeling awful.

“I LOVE HER,” said Morgan. She put her knees in the dirt, and peered into the cage. The lizard stared back at her. “I’ve always wanted a lizard.”

“You have never once said you want a lizard,” said Tony.

“Well I didn’t know I wanted one until I had one,” she told him, with a tone that suggested it was very obvious.

Tony closed his eyes. “Fine. You may keep the stupid reptile, but you’ve both responsible for keeping it fed and the cage clean, got it?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Tony walked away, and Peter popped the lid to the cage open, so Morgan could get a closer look at her new pet.

Two weeks passed, and Nessie no longer fit in the glass cage Peter had lifted from OsCorp. That was okay, according to Morgan, because Nessie liked sleeping at the end of her bed way more than cold, smooth glass, anyway.

According to Tony, it was a nightmare. He was terrified of the strange noises Nessie hissed at him every morning when he tried to wake Morgan up for school.

Peter sat at the kitchen table, minding his own business and eating cereal in a sleepy fog, when Tony stormed into the kitchen waving his bloody finger around.

“That’s it,” said Tony. He twisted the facet, and ran steamy water over the bite marks. “I’m calling Bruce. That thing definitely isn’t a lizard.”

“Maybe Nessie hates you because you keep calling her a thing,” said Peter, with a mouth full of cereal.

Tony grumbled and poured peroxide over his hand.

Later, Bruce showed up with a homemade DNA testing kit and a whole lot of questions.

“...you really thought it was a good idea to let Peter and Morgan keep an unknown species from OsCorp?”

“It was kind of an impulse thing,” gritted Tony, glaring at Peter, who patted Nessie’s head, distracting her from Bruce poking her scaly skin and drawing her blood.

Bruce worked fast, and it felt like hardly any time at all had passed before he was scratching his head, staring at the results in disbelief.

“I think… I think Nessie’s a dinosaur.”

“Oh great,” said Tony. “OsCorp is genetically engineering dinosaurs. Just what we need.”

“Has Norman never watched Jurassic Park?” asked Peter, with a frown. “He really should… it’s a great film.”

“Of course he’s seen Jurassic Park. He’s just too stupid not to take it’s warning and not put dangerous beasts on our planet.”

“I don’t think Nessie’s dangerous,” said Bruce. “She’s definitely from the prehistoric age, genetically, but she lacks any predatory instinct. Looks like OsCorp has successfully domesticated dinosaurs.”

“Leave it to Osborn to create completely boring dinosaurs,” said Tony. He held up his now bandaged finger. “If she’s not dangerous, why did she bite me?”

“Have you considered she just doesn’t like you?”

Tony growled, Nessie hissed more of her baby dinosaur roars, and Peter pet her, calming her down and marveling at how awesome it was to have a dinosaur running around the lake house.

“Dr. Banner,” said Peter. “If they can make dinosaurs, do you think they could engineer, like, a Pikachu?”

“A what?”

“You know, Pokemon?”

Bruce continued looking confused, and Tony continued looking like he was in great, neverending pain.

“I don’t understand why I have to be here, Mr. Stark,” said Peter, as Tony pulled the car into the school parking lot.

“Because this is entirely your fault.”

“But you are the reason she has a pet dinosaur.”

“Don’t think enough blame is pinned on OsCorp for that one, actually.”

Tony parked the car, and grabbed Nessie’s leash from the dashboard. He managed to click it around her collar without losing an arm, or getting his hand bitten. They were working on their relationship, and in Peter’s opinion it was going pretty well, as long as Tony remembered to feed her hamburgers every once in a while.

It was a slow walk to the school’s entrance. Nessie was a faster swimmer than walker, and Peter often wondered if she wouldn’t be happier living in the lake.

“Okay,” said Tony. “You’re gonna have to carry her. I can’t take walking at this snail pace.”

“Why do I gotta carry her?”

Tony looked at Peter like he was dense. “Because I would break my back, super-genius.”

“Fine, fine,” said Peter, scooping Nessie up in his arms. She licked his face in appreciation.

They got looks from everyone who spotted them in the hallway, as they marched towards Morgan’s classroom. Once they got there, it was impossible for Morgan’s classmates to focus on anything else besides the dinosaur, so they got to start show-and-tell right away.

Peter stood next to Tony and Morgan up at the front of the class, dozens of tiny eyes staring at him. He handed the end of Nessie’s leash to Morgan, and she plopped down in front of her feet.

“This is my pet dinosaur -” started Morgan, only for Tony to cut her off with a series of loud coughs and a correction.

“Reptile,” he said. “Dinosaur’s just a family joke. They definitely don’t exist anymore.”

“Uh, Mr. Stark,” said Mrs. Presley. “What kind of reptile is Nessie, exactly?”

“A big one,” he answered, then urged Morgan to continue.

“Nessie likes bubble baths,” she said.

Peter could tell from the look on Tony’s face that he was having flashbacks from the time he’d walked into the bathroom and saw him and Morgan with a giant bubble gun, and Nessie in the tub filled with even more bubbles, snapping her jaws at the flying ones.

“And cheeseburgers,” she continued. “My big brother Peter rescued her from that mean green guy -”

“-the pet store owner!” Peter injected. “He was, umm, wearing a green polo, and kept her in a tiny cage.”

“Yeah, they were so mean to Nessie,” said Morgan. “Always poking her with needles and keeping her locked up, but then Peter got her for me for my birthday, and now we have lots of fun, even if it stresses my dad out sometimes.”

Morgan finished her speech, and Mrs. Presley whispered to Tony, asking him if it were safe for the children to pet the creature she was still convinced was something more than a reptile. He nodded. The children lined up, and after they each had a turn, Tony and Peter left with Nessie, once again, locked in Peter’s arms.

“I think it went well,” said Peter, once they were in the car. In the backseat, Nessie took a bite out of her pink bunny. “Maybe we should stop for burgers on the way home.”

Eventually, Nessie moved out of the house.

It happened over time, as she grew larger and larger, and became way too big to sleep on the end of Morgan’s bed. She grew so massive, Morgan understood it’d be cruel to keep her locked up in the house, especially when they had a perfectly good lake in the backyard.

So the lake became Nessie’s home, but it wasn’t like she didn’t come back to visit. She showed up, emerging from the lake to scare the hell out of Happy, on the occasions of family barbecue, enticed by the smells coming off the grill.

She showed up for Morgan on summer days, when her and Peter swam in the lake despite Tony’s concerns about flesh eating bacteria.

“You worry too much, Mr. Stark,” Peter would tell him.

And Tony would tell him that was impossible. It was a parent’s job to worry, and it would never quite be enough.

When the house got quiet, when Morgan aged out of the part of her life when her family was her entire world, and when Peter became busy with college and Spider-Man nonsense, Tony worried more.

Some nights he found himself wandering outside, firing up the grill, and throwing a few burgers for himself, and for Nessie, who could always be counted on to rise up out of the lake for a good burger.

As the sun set, casting an orangish glow over the lake, he threw a burger out to Nessie and she ate with a snap of her jaw.

“You know,” Tony told her. “You’re not half bad, Ness.”

She walked towards him, and before Tony could react, licked him. Her giant, reptile tongue left dinosaur slavia and small bits of hamburger on his face and clothes.

“Really,” he said. “Just when we were starting to get along.”

Nessie put her head to the sky, and roared at the disappearing sun. Tony could only hope the neighbors wouldn’t hear her.

#febuwhumpdaythree #irondad #irondad fic #Peter Parker is a little shit #and Morgan has a pet dinosaur #what's not to love

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creek-cryptid-deluxe · 3 years

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A Warning, dear reader:

this post will not be our usual fare in regard to Very Serious Subjects™, those posts in which I address the subjects with both levity & the gravity it deserves for the purpose of conveying an important message or information but in a way that is entertaining to read & digest. I'm sorry but I just can't muster it & if you read, you will understand why.

Everything I am about to put into this post is absolute fact. You have my permission to share because people need to hear what happened, but I do ask that if this leaves tumblr you block out my name. I am a very private person who uses this blog as a safe place to vent & I'd like it to stay that way please. However I understand stories like these should be heard.

Here we go.

Last night (Nov 3) my dad & I went to the park we always go to so I can hunt Pokemon & he can walk the dog. Since it involves long distances, I have to be in my wheelchair and with it already being dark (as it often is when we go) I plan to just park by a mural that is back off of the sidewalked running trail & conveniently between 2 Pokestops & a few streetlight style trail lights. Because... safety.

We are in front of the main playground, right at the parking lot, getting situated (poop bags, drinks, pokemon, ect) when 2 trucks pull up. 10 kids get out who look to be about 17-19, no masks, and a small dog that I immediately notice doesn't have a leash. Now my city has VERY strict leash laws. If your dog isn't on your property or at a designated dog park, they must be wearing a leash for their safety & the safety of other dogs. There are huge signs about it everywhere. So I keep an eye on this dog.

It gets closer. Closer. Nobody in the group of teens has noticed. Suddenly this shit BOLTS at my dog and starts VICIOUSLY attacking her leg. Now this dog looked to be a large chihuahua mix while my dog is a lab dane mix, but the thing is, we've experienced a dog attacking mine before & my sweet doofus just thinks they are playing as the try to rip her apart.

So my dad is kicking this little dog in a manner that will just separate them & I scream "YOUR DOG IS ATTACKING MY DOG! COME FUCKING GET IT!" All 10 of these "kids" run over & grab the dog & say 'Sorry' in a flip way.

Me: This is why leash laws exist. For the safety of all the dogs. If you can't be bothered to put your dog on a leash, don't bring it to the fucking park because the next animal it attacks unprovoked might not be as kind as my dog.

Kids: Lady your dog could have killed our dog! She's 11 years old & your dog probably provoked her. You need to show some respect!

Me: Kid, your dog literally charged over to attack my dog from about 5 yards away while my dog was just trying to pee. Additionally, you have done nothing to earn my respect so go fuck yourselves. I'm sure your parents would be super proud that you endangered a family pet because you're too lazy to use a leash.

Kids start to advance closer toward me: All you uppity cripples need to learn your place & learn to respect your betters because when Trump wins if you don't, you'll be exterminated!

Me shaking but trying to maintain composure: If you genuinely believe that, then I'm sure your parents weep for the 3 brain cells that you all apparently have to share. Fucking pathetic ignorant bigots. Get the fuck out of here before i call the cops.

They got back in their cars but as I drove to my spot, with my dad & dog, I was met with jeers of 'worthless cripple', 'uppity cripple needs a lesson', 'you're only alive because we can't exterminate you useless leeches yet'

My dog refused to venture more than 20 yards from me while my dad (his behavior during this is a whole other thing) walked her until their cars left.

All of this because their dog attacked my dog without being provoked & was unleashed.

Now I consider myself very strong & capable despite my body kinda being an unreliable dumpster fire. Like I said, I regularly go to this park at night & have never felt unsafe. But last night, as these 10 young adults advanced on me, all I could picture was a pack of hyena circling a wounded gazelle. For the first time in my life, I realized exactly how venerable I was.

Even after they left, any time someone was approaching I jumped.

Unfortunately this is going to get worse no matter the election results.

If he loses, they will be furious that their supreme leader has lost & will lash out in accordance with the violence he openly encourages & condones. Eventually it will stop, but it will probably take awhile & the damage will be serious.

If he wins, they will take that as a green light to do whatever they want for the next 4 years while he spouts his rhetoric of hate & violence.

I am privileged enough to live in a town in Texas that is generally very accepting & liberal leaning because we have one of the top art & music colleges as well as a second college. But for the first time, I am scared. Somewhere inside I know that if I give in to that fear & stay home that they win. But if I go out & end up attacked not only do they win, but my daughter loses. I can't risk that.

This is what living in "Trump's America" currently means. Being afraid to leave my home because I am a visibly disabled woman.

#disabled life #chronic illness #chronically ill #disability #disabled #ehlers danlos syndrome

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shanhei322 · 5 years

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The wolf

AU where M-21 is a born werewolf. Werewolves have three forms human, wolf, and battle wolf. With the help of certain sadistic scientists, Crombel and a collar. M is stuck living as a wolf most of the time. Hopefully, with the help of Frankenstein and the others, they'll be able to help M21.

Crombel smiled as he inspected the new batch of test subjects.

“Mmmm, ” said the crazy scientist, “give me the girl with the brown hair on the left. Also the two boys with black hair.”

Maduke walked over and growled at the scientist, “what are you doing here?”

“My, my have you already forgotten our agreement? I give your people the information you want. You give me test subjects.”

“I have not forgotten. I would have sent them. I do not want my people to see me talking to you or them finding out about this.” Maduke growled again.

All of a sudden there was shouting. The two men looked over to see the guards fighting with a young boy with silver hair.

“let go of me! Get the hell off me!” Screamed the boy.

Crombel walked over and seized the boy’s chin and lifted his head. He stood there staring into the boy’s face. He was very handsome even with the scar running through his lip. The boy’s eyes were silver. Almost white, but something else shone in those beautiful eyes, defiance.

Oh, how the mad scientist wanted to get a hold of this boy. How he wanted to break his spirit and crush his hopes.

“I’ll take this boy off your hands too. If you don’t have any plans for him.” Said Crombel with a smirk.

“You can have him,” Maduke signed “it’s a shame too he comes from one of the strongest bloodlines”

Crombel watched as his people dragged the boy away. “pleasure doing business with you.” He said.

“Don’t think this will be a habit,” Maduke growled.

Combel just smiled and left.

~Some years later~

Dr. Aris was asked to report to Crombel lab. She didn’t want to she couldn’t stand the man. He was arrogant and thought his the way was the only way.

“Ah, there you are. I heard what happened with your DA-5 group.” Crombel said with a smirk.

How did he even know about it they were on a secret mission investigating him she thought. Until she saw Yuri standing next to Crombel. Aris hated that guy too. He changed his loyalty like most people change underwear.

“Yes, it is truly depressing. I’m on my way to investigate the situation.” She said with a fake smile.

“I have something that might help with that,” Crombel said as he got up and moved over to her. She watched him curiously as he handed her a leash.

Her eyes followed the leash and at the end was a beautiful silver wolf. The wolf stood with his head at Crombel’s waist. The wolfs eyes were almost white and a small scar running down the side of his snout.

“This is M-21, I need to gather data on him and I thought that your mission would be a good chance.” Crombel smiled as he saw the crazy woman’s reaction.

“He is so adorable.” She said petting his head, “so fluffy what does his human form look like?”

M-21 skin crawled at the woman scientists touch.

“Do not let him take human form. It is a reward. One he has not earned in a while. He can not change forms with that collar on anyways.”

“Aww,” Aris said as she pouts.

Crombel plugged in a wire to the port that’s been surgically installed in the wolf’s neck. Then hung a box of his collar. The box will send the data to Crombel.

Yuri nods as him and Aris leaves with M-21 in tow.

~In Korea~

M-21 and Yuri just got back from investigating the scene of the fight. While Yuri told Aris what they found out M-21 curled up against the wall. Two days ago he followed an energy trail that lead to a blond man. He was covered with the traces of Takeo and Tao. Also small traces of his pack mates M-24 and M-18. His pack mates were on a mission and haven’t returned yet. He was worried but Crombel wouldn’t answer his question. Dr. Aris being the crazy woman she is wanted to keep the man for a modification subject. Yuri and her are so dumb they don’t even know that guys faking being under mind controlled. M-21 huffed as he laid his head on his paws.

The blond man looked at him. M-21 head went up. Did that man hear him? He thought to himself. The blond man now smiled at him.

M-21 looked over to where Aris was talking to Yuri, seeing that the coast was clear, M-21 crawled across the floor to the blond man. When he reached his feet M-21 looked up at the man. Carefully not to push his thoughts to hard so Aris wouldn’t hear.

“Can you hear me?”M-21 thought as he looked up at the man.

M-21 heard chuckling in his head, “yes are you surprised?”

“Why are you pretending to be under Yuri control?”

“For information and you why are you still in that form?” The blond man asked.

But before any more could be said there was a beep and the man pulled out his cell phone.

“I have to go,” said the man who leaned down and petted him before he stood up.

Aris and Yuri turned and looked at him.

“Oops…I got a text,” the blond man chuckled, “sorry to interrupt your conversation. I’ll put it on vibrate.”

“I didn’t think you come around so fast,” Yuri said with a surprised look.

M-21 made a sound that kind sounds like laughter.

“It’s been two days Yuri.” Aris snapped rolling her eyes.

M-21 watch the 3 strange humans fight he thought it was quite funny.

Until the blond man tried to leave and Arise sent one of her guards to rip off the blond man’s leg.

M-21 was impressed with the way the man fought. The guards even had to transform.

Until Aris started saying that the blond man was one of the Crombel’s creations.

“M-21 did he send you to help this man?” Aris screamed.

“what the hell are you talking about?” M-21 thought at Arise as he growled.

“It does seem kind of suspicious. He sends you to help us and then this man who is obviously one of Crombel’s creations shows up.” Yuri huffed jumping on the bandwagon.

“You’re not going to believe anything I say are you?” He thought. He could feel Yuri and Aris’s minds reaching to read his thoughts. It was painful to have them both reaching for his mind at once. M-21 shook his head and let out a small whimper.

As if the blond man knew that they were hurting M-21 he spoke, “ the wolf knows nothing. I’m only here because he approached me.”

“True but this is too much of a coincidence. They don’t just keep a Warehouse full of guys like you.”

Both of Aris guards attacked the man at the same time making the blond man jump out the door.

By the time M-21 got out there both of them were in pieces on the ground.

M-21 mind was spinning. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to help the man. He had traces of his pack mates on him what was the reason for that? The man could give him answers, this man helped him when Aris and Yuri were hurting him. As these thoughts assaulted M-21 brain he turned around.

The scene before made him cringe. The man was in tattered clothes and bleeding. The man was looking away from Yuri. If he could have yelled out he would have because Yuri was raising his arm to fire an energy blast at the man’s back.

Before it even registered M-21 moved. Running as fast as he can to reach the man. Yuri fired before M-21 could get there, but he still jumped in the stream. There was a loud boom and a cloud of smoke.

Aris and Yuri seemed to think that all their problems were solved. When the smoke cleared they found out just how wrong they were. Standing there unscathed was the blond man. More shocking was the fact there was a werewolf in battle form. M-21 knew there was no way to go back. His pack mates warned him not to show he was getting stronger. For some unknown reason, he had a desire to protect that blond haired man.

“You….how you’re not supposed to be able to change forms?” Aris screamed as she stared at the wolf before them.

M-21 standing tall. He hade a human form. His silver hair was spiked up and his arms were covered with fur. His silver eyes glowed. His well-sculptured chest with his signature scar running through his lip. Unlike the other man. M-21 had a gaping wound in his stomach. The collar around his neck was glowing red and smoking. The pain of the collar fighting against his transformation was excruciating. So was the pain from the wound in his gut. He knew between the wounds and the collar around his neck he didn’t have much time before he changed back. From somewhere deep inside him summoning what little power he had left he released a howl that shook the ground. Rocks, debris, and dirt flew at the two union operatives. Yuri jumped next to Aris and put up a barrier. The forces of the howl put a small crack in their shield. M-21 had no power left so he fell to the ground.

Without skipping a beat the blond man attacked. The shield blew apart sending Yuri flying. In a blink of an eye, the blond-haired man had Dr. Aris by the head and was lifting her off the ground.

“What in the world have you people been doing? Your kidnapping people and modifying them, you are using humans as disposable materials and turning werewolves into pets. How sick have the union become to think this is right.” The blond haired man yelled.

Before any answers were given a hail of bullets made the man drop the doctor and jump back.

M-21 ears were ringing. His powers were dangerously low, so low that his healing was affected. He opened his eyes to see Takeo arguing with the blond man. Something about hurting his sister. He crawled closer to the scene. He was hurting so he stopped again and closed his eye.

When M-21 opened his eyes again, he saw that crazy bitch with her hand through Takeo’s back. M-21 knew that if Aris won he would surely be killed. He took the last of his energy and stood on shaky legs. With a burst of power he charged and clamped down on the arm that was in Takeo back. M-21 could feel the bone snap under the pressure of his jaws.

“Stupid mutt!” Aris screamed as she slung him off her arm. M-21 flew into a pile of debris. That’s it his energy is all spent, his healing was slow and he didn’t know if he would make it. It was ok though if he was going to die at least it wouldn’t be as a lab rat. That was M-21’s last thought before the darkness took him.

#noblesse #m21 #wolf M21 #noblesse fanfiction #poor M cant get a break #lol

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lilcutieana · 6 years

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Oblivion ( Hybrid Min Yoongi)

CHAPTER ONE

Word Count: 8.8k

Warning: triggering, mentions of abuse, blood and drugs.

Rating: 18+

Pairing: hybrid Yoongi x hybrid reader

Genre: Angst/ drama/ smut (happy ending)

Synapse: Min Yoongi, a beautiful and rare snow leopard hybrid, struggling to survive under the care of a ruthless owner who sells him for underground fights and sex. In a world where mistreating hybrids is a natural and where hybrids have been seen as worse than animals and treated beneath humans, would he make it out alive?

Story inspiration: Red Raven

This story is a part of the same AU as her Namjoon hybrid fic (Unspoken ) and continues with Yoongi's story.

also, I’d love to thank @barbika1508 , she’s been a huge help in the editing process along with Raven.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 (final)

Breathing heavy and slow, the pain making my body numb to everything else around me, hands trembling on their hold to the seat of the chair, my extended claws keeping me rooted. Trying my hardest to remain conscious in the backstage room, my body was swaying and screaming for some sort of relief while my owner gleefully counted the money I earned for tonight besides me by the table with a cancer stick in the mouth.

The ice pack glued to my neck did nothing to help alleviate the pain or cool me down, sweat still running throughout my body in rivulets, the threadbare clothes sticking to my body like a second skin. I just needed a shower, some food, painkillers and perhaps a soft bed, all of which were luxury to me, a temporary heaven found only in a hospital. But what I had here, right at this moment, was a heady cocktail of piss, blood and cheap booze scents surrounding me.

With a twitching nose that hurt with every movement, the animal part of me wanted to puke my guts out, yet conversely, the human in me knew I couldn't afford that. It was a battle within that I was slowly growing tired of and just wanted out of this place, somehow, anyhow. I had to keep whatever food I got, down, knowing I only had a handful to survive off of, despite the amount of money I earned. My body was slowly losing its energy, eyes losing its focus and ears ringing, blinking my eyes off the sweat drops that rolled into them, I tried focusing on my surroundings once again.

The whitewashed walls were now chipping every which way, almost making it look like an intricate map of an exotic place. Map to hell I bet. Snickering at my own thoughts, I noticed the many blood splatters here and there and some questionable bodily fluids or whatever those stains were. The underground was truly a sketchy place indeed. All kinds of dealings went under the table. The drinks served here made many people laugh boisterously, and the rest to start showing off how evil they were than the other, like a sick game, showcasing who tops the rest. Sickening humans. Filthy, every single one of them.

The more time passed, the harder it became to ignore the searing pain raising from my ribs and spreading towards my back and thighs. Biting my cheeks, almost making it bleed, I held back from moaning out loud or show signs of weakness. I would never give my owner have the pleasure, of me begging for things or showing how he has broken me. He knew I was well past broken, I knew that too, but I still held onto the sliver of pride I had left. The only thin thread that helped me survive. I had a purpose, and I won't give up till I fulfilled it.

Perhaps it was a muscle strain, the pain being too much to bear, or some tearing of ligaments like last time. Maybe. At least I hoped it was one of the two. I was no specialist to diagnose exactly what was wrong with me, no matter how much I experienced these things before. A bruised body was no good for pets like me, who sold their bodies for quick money. Good thing, I made enough money in the past week to afford spray makeup and cover up the discolored skin. I just had to hold my tongue to not show any discomfort that wasn't caused by whoever paid for my services. Humans were irrationally possessive over things that weren't theirs, to begin with. God forbid I had some broken or shattered bones, I'd be counted useless and thrown away. Maybe that was for the better? Who knows? But what if things got worse than it is now?

My sight was almost gone, eyes blinking closed in exhaustion and maybe, malnutrition too. Everything looked hazy, the energy pills I consumed for the fight wearing off, leaving my head spinning after the twelve rounds of a fight that I went through tonight. The wish to pass out any given time was monumental, yet, the adrenaline pumping through my veins kept me awake. Awake enough to run at any given chance, but the painful truth was, I couldn't. Where would I run to? I was bound by law, to forever be the slave that owed my life to my owner for keeping me safe.

Safe

Scoffing at the term, I spat out the blood that had accumulated in my mouth, from the cut on my tongue and cheek. Almost instantly an answering clap resounded in my ears, making me cringe. While my sight was dwindling, my ears were extra sensitive just as my tail was, that was currently taped to my back for protection underneath the thin shirt that I wore and was itching to be let out of its misery.

It took me a few moments to register, that was no clap, I was being slapped across the face since it had been now turned to the left with the force of the heavy blow delivered by my now glaring owner. But the pain I was already in, had made me numb to the new blow on my left cheek, making me believe for a split second it might have been a clap. What a fool I am. It was nothing compared to what I'm used to.

Smiling deliriously, I winked at him, earning myself a glare. "Watch yourself, Yoongi. You got me ten thousand bucks, but it's not enough to earn my affection." Sneering at me he returned the brown packet into his faux leather jacket with zebra prints and kicked my chair, a sign for me to get up and follow him exactly five steps behind. He was a journalist, my not so kind owner, working the usual nine to five job for a meager salary at the 'The True Telegraph'. Always have the best of stories but never the best of articles to go with it. And every time he failed in his job only to be one up by his other college, all his pent-up frustrations and anger was poured on me, followed by a night full of cheap drinks and squandering money like a trickling waterfall.

My confident, cocky attitude was a front I used when venturing out with him. It was all a mask, with intricate designs, crafted specially to show the world I was strong, yet a very obedient hybrid. Little did they know, I was not strong at all, in any way or form. I’d crumble to the ground if I didn’t have something holding me upright.

"Want me to get some medication for your hybrid, sir? He is the starfighter in our club after all." Drawled the old man from the counter with yellowing teeth and a rotten egg smell about his person making my nose crinkle in disgust.

“Is it free of charges?” Taken aback the man sighed and shook his head. It's not that we were poor, I earned enough money to pay for ten more people to live comfortably. But my owner splurged all that money into gambling. “Sorry, mate, it's not on me to give things away for free, I’m just a worker here.”

"Just as I thought!” With a dry sarcastic chuckle that grated on my ears, he continued with a sneer,”Never mind, pal, I'll take him to the shelter to get checked. Got a couple of friends who'd love to look after this kitty." Being put on the spot like that, I squared my shoulders and glared back at them, yet I knew I was expected to reply and let out a soft non-committal 'yes'. Satisfied, my owner cuffed my hands and tied the leather and spike choker with a leash snug around my throat.

'A filthy cat like you, deserves no place beside me, never forget who you are'

Those words once spoken, will never leave my mind. Making me unconsciously follow behind him at every step of the way.

This isn't the life you call safe. I'm anything but 'safe'. From being passed around as an escort with added 'bonus' to posing lewdly in front of a camera, taping myself get off for the sick pleasures of human females, sometimes, even males and the occasional underground fighting - this - was my life now. This has been my life ever since I was deemed a hybrid ready to be released to the world from the lab, as a rare breed of snow leopard. Vicious when needed but docile otherwise. A good breed to mate with. I was often called into the lab to help procreate new hybrids.

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It was so cold even my breath was turning foggy in front of me, nose feeling frosted over, probably pink by now and lungs stinging with every breath that I took. I was shivering in this place, with only darkness surrounding me, for as far as my vision went, even the moon and stars had given up on me. Straightening my ears atop my head, twisting every direction, I tried hard to listen to any semblance of sounds and was met with absolute stillness. No wind, no birds, no insects. The surface I was standing on, was hurting my feet, probably with a temperature beyond the freezing point.

Where was this place?

Slowly, I could water trickling, slowly and calmly, and with fascination saw a huge bluefish glowing a neon blue with pale blue stripes and dark black spots…whale maybe? Swim beneath my feet. I was standing on a frozen ocean? Or was this a lake?

Bracing myself on my haunches, I proceeded to jump on my feet, to try and get rid of the cold floor I was standing on, but just one jump, and it had started to crack with a loud crunch. Startled, I stepped back into a pair of warm hands that braced my fall into the never-ending abyss below. Straightening out, I tried to thank whoever saved my fall, but I couldn't move anymore. I couldn't see who those hands belonged to. I couldn’t even move my head...or body. Even my tail wouldn't swing like I needed it to. I was stuck. On this frozen lake. My breathing picked up, freezing my heart and my hair stood up with gooseflesh on my skin. Just then, the hands moved from my shoulder blades to my neck and something clicked around it. No! I hate collars!

'Don't you like it?' A new voice crooned by my ears, making my tail bristle in fear. Who? Who's there? Show yourself! Glancing down at my hands, they wouldn't move, they're small again. I'm small again? Why? What's happening? A cacophony of laughter raised all around me. They echoed off of the empty space. No, no.

'It's a very special collar, made just for creatures like you.' No. No, please. I don't like collars. I don't want them around me. Take it off. Take it off of me. I couldn't speak. My lips were sealed shut with muffled screams coming out. I couldn't scream out. What is happening to me? I wanted so bad to raise my hands and take it off myself but they won’t move. My hands won’t listen to me.

'I'll know everything there is to know, about you, at all times. Look, right here, it has an alarm system that activates whenever someone tries to change or remove it. You won't do that me, will you, kitty?' A new voice. Another pair of hands, feminine now. They were moving across my naked body. I don't like this touch. I'm older now. Don't touch me there. It hurts. I don't like it. Stop touching me. A mouth started sucking marks on my thighs, slowly moving there. I wanted to squirm away, only to be held back my own paralyzed body. Why won’t it listen to me? Laughing manically the voices crowded in on me.

'My sweet, lovely kitty, come to daddy.' No! Not again. A new voice echoed from my far right. I can’t take anymore. How many more people? I don't want to be punished. It's not my fault. Please believe me. I didn't do it. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Just then another pair of hands joined my body, rough, calloused and old, wrinkly. Yanking my tail, it started inserting something inside of me. Something large. It hurts. It hurts so much. I’m too small. Stop! Please. Please let me go. No. Not there. Please not there....

'Oh? You're hard now baby? Let daddy take real good care, of you'

No! I'll do anything, but not that, Not that, I don't want that. My body can't take it no more. Stop playing with me. I'm not a toy! It's like back in my training days. I’m an adult again. My arms, feet look like a grown man. Still, this hold over my body won’t go. The hands won’t leave me.

'For a filthy kitty, you come so beautifully, let's see if more people will love how much you crave a cock, inside you, on you, you just love it, don’t you? Even if yours doesn’t work' not like this, I don't like it. Save me, someone, please. Save me...Save me... sa-save m-me…

'Aw, don't cry kitty. You look so pretty with smiles. Cry only when asked to. Cry when begging me for more. Be a good kitty, for daddy, won't you?' Yes. Only smiles. I'll be good. Don't hurt me anymore. Panting heavily, I had given up. There is no one to save me. No one who cares. Nobody wants me.

'If you're good, we'll be together forever, just you and me.' Together. Only smiles. I'm not a bad kitty. I'll be good, don't ever hurt me.

'I'll treasure you the most. You're mine'

Okay. Together. Forever. Smiles and happiness. You’ll stay with me, won’t you?

'Mine'

Only yours. You’re a beautiful precious kitty, Yoongi.

Just then, every pair of hands left me. No! Come back. You promised to stay! My body thrummed with renewed energy, I could feel my body now. It was slowly beginning to thaw from the frozen temperature. Blood rushing back into my veins, my muscles were tingling. Slowly I tried moving my head. I could move again? Come back! Lifting my feet, I stumbled and fell. Getting up again, I ran across the ice in front of me, falling on my ass once again. The ice was slippery.

"Come back!" I could speak again! My mouth felt so dry. My voice echoed back to me, but I could hear nobody else. The ice started crunching underneath me. Panicked, I started crawling backward with rounded eyes, bated breath and tears streaming down my face in rivulets. Lightning struck right behind me, making me jump and hide my face on the ground just as the whole place lit up. Looking up, I saw a million red glowing eyes staring me with crazed smiles on their faces. No, they were cameras. Was I being filmed?

Thunder boomed in the distance soon after leading me to sit on the surface, covering my ears and clutching my head shaking it with a plethora of repeated ‘no’s’. Just then the cracking and groaning of the ice increased and it was rapidly coming towards me. I had nothing to live for anymore. Come take me, drown me, make me a part of your vast abyss, never to be found again. Peace will welcome me finally.

Soon enough the ground beneath my feet opened wide, making me fall inside with a huge splash. It was too cold, freezing me in place. I couldn't even feel any part of my body except stinging needles pricking every surface of my skin. Naked. Frozen. Suspended in water.

I opened my eyes to see just that. I was small again. Naked, with tubes running along my body and needles attached everywhere. I was back in a glass cage of the lab to become half a leopard. Just beyond the glass cage were various scenes flashing by. Humans in various white coats moving around, dipping things into my tank and shouting out commands. Vials and beakers of neon liquids passed around and a table full of weird glass bottles, set up in an equally weird fashion. Further beyond, were huge tanks of other animals, suspended in a ruby red liquid of sorts. All inside the ocean with fish and octopus swimming around. People being carried in and out, people screaming and banging on my glass cage. Closing my eyes, I wished death to come sooner and cradle me in its arms. Put me to sleep for an eternity with a single chaste kiss.

With a sharp inhale, I woke with a start, jerking my eyes open and blinking furiously. Rubbing my eyes to get rid of the sticky lashes, I winced when my bruised knuckles made contact with skin. It hurt like a bitch. Sniffing with my nose up in the air, the soft fragrance of freesia, calmed my senses and brought forth a feeling of nostalgia from within. Rubbing my cheeks on the soft,fluffy pillow, I tried my best to get rid of the nasty feeling the nightmare left me with. My mum used to smell like that. It was a nightmare I would rather not live again. All of my childhood memories mixed into one.

Twitching my ears, I tried listening to any sounds. A few moments later, I could faintly make out a feminine voice humming something soothing? Perhaps a lullaby, from far away, the only sound of a living being I could tell. Soon enough my other senses caught up. Heart thumping like crazy, room spinning and my head pounding in immense pain, I’m quite positively certain I was hung-over. Didn’t I get any medicine after all? Where... was I? The baby pink and white ceiling was unfamiliar and swishing my tail around, I could tell, so was the bed underneath me. Feeling clammy and sweaty, I looked around the pillows for the remote and turned on the AC at the lowest setting, sighing in relief once it started cooling me down.

Clutching my head in my hands, I turned sideways and curled in on myself in a fetal position, wrapping my tail around my waist, immediately straightening out with a soft whimper. The pain and memories flashing through my body and mind making me cringe. The fights, the lashing right outside the bar for making people notice I was in pain, then going to the bar limping right behind my owner. Me, trying to drink the pain away and secretly dabbing some alcohol over my cuts, while my owner kept talking to some rich guys. After that? I don't quite recall what happened after ... I tried hard to think, when and how, I got here, only for my headache to worsen.

The pitter-patter of footsteps outside, made my spine straighten in fear of the unknown, despite the calming freesia scented room. It did absolutely nothing to help placate the adrenaline pumping through my veins, preparing myself for a knife yielding crazy cat lady coming at me. Telling myself that it's just my imagination, these things don’t happen in real life, that I'm a professional fighter that knows some good dirty tricks, who was well capable of saving himself if he so wished. I had no bond with my owner, thus making me my own person. All I needed was to be lawfully free. If only I got rid of the collar. Yet this new person, whose home I was in? I had no clue what to expect of them.

The golden doorknob turning made me stiffen up and forget my own whirlwind of random thoughts. I let out a ferocious growl warning whoever was trying to enter the room. Accompanied by a bristled tail, pointed ears and claws digging into the mattress, where I was sitting in a crouch, I’m sure the sight they came to wasn’t the soft leopard kitty they expected. Hissing at the new intruder, I was ready to attack her, whoever she may be. Nobody brings me to a bedroom without ill intentions. A room with everything pastel pink, ivory white, peach, and gold. The furniture was kept to a bare minimum, all wooden with pale pink and peach covers and cushions. The decor consisted of a few floral paintings in golden frames, a couple fake flower vases and walls were all half white from the top that faded into a pale pink at the bottom. This overly girly room was suffocating me. Even the floor was made out of rose-colored tiles. Whoever designed it was an asshole.

I decided to give her a once-over, just to be safe. It would be rude of me to treat them any differently than how I expect to be treated. Like a human first. A good human. She had dainty naked feet, toes wiggling with soft pink polish on the nails, bound at the left ankle, a blinking black metal cuff indicating she was not free, just a slave like me. Maybe the owner wanted to make me feel some sort of camaraderie? With a human? Never. Bad move. Her legs were beautiful, long and wait-- were those bruises on her knees? Looking back closely, I saw other faint yellowish marks on her otherwise porcelain skin. So she was healing. From what? And a tail swishing nervously behind her knees. Wait, wait---- tail? She's not... human? Rage began to stir in my blood. How could they give her so much luxury, yet still hurt her?

She had short cotton shorts meant as pajamas. Growling at her indecent choice of clothing, in front of a stranger like me, I looked into her eyes, but she had them focused on the tray she was carrying. With a tea set and some pancakes shaking like a maple leaf about to fall from the tree in autumn winds. She was scared. Of course, she’d be you dumbass! You totally scared her to bits. I was an alpha male. I had prominent pheromones. Just like her scent. It was highly potent. I judged her too soon. But it never hurts to be cautious.

So, it wasn't me growling, the smell of the fresh pancakes laden with syrup and butter stacked together indicated, it was my stomach. I felt my face become hotter at the realization and her blue eyes met mine across the room, with mirth shining in them. At least one of us is amused. Her eyes. I was transfixed at their blue serene oceanic pupils. They looked so familiar and welcoming. I, however, was ravenous, as declared by my dying whale of a stomach. And wet. I did have a bad dream, and no, it wasn't just my sweat.

Looking at her head for more signs as to what breed she was, I noticed a pair of ears drawn low over her head. Maybe in submission? But her small button nose, upturned eyes, and head tilt declared loud and clear, she was some sort of cat hybrid that smelled distinctly of freesia and something...musky. Sniffing her scent once again by raising my head, instantly calmed my senses but also made me feel something else entirely. A stirring in my groin that was unwelcome. I just couldn't pinpoint what this foreign feeling was, I couldn't compare to anything at all. I felt my vision sharpen and focus on her lithe, petite form and shiver, a very pleasant shiver shot down my spine making my skin tingle and a delicious hum thrum through my veins.

Standing before me with a breakfast tray in hand and a smile that trembled on her lips. Scared downcast eyes, grey ears flat on her head and a fluffy grey tail with black stripes swishing slowly behind her. Was she a tabby? What was I, a snow leopard, doing here? I would completely ruin her if I were to mate with her. Which assuming was the reason why I was here? Why else a snow leopard, known for breeding, would be in an empty house with a cat hybrid?

Unless... I was supposed to be her bodyguard? Because of my fighting skills. But I doubted she’d be given that sort of luxury. I needed to know what I was doing here, and why. But first, I'd make the most of what I could get from her. It would do me no good to show how scared and lost I felt right now. If only I could manage to keep her intimated, it would be in my best interest.

“Where's the bathroom?" Startled at my normal voice, she raised her head to reveal too wide for her head eyes that looked at me with a small trembling mouth, the stillness of the room interrupted with a single gulp that echoed across the room, she squeaked out, "I'll show you"

Scanning her face, she looked frightened. Pupils dilated and legs shaking. Good. She won't try anything with me. I got up with renewed confidence. This was my territory, and she had nothing on me. Scratching my neck, I lifted my arms in a stretch, realizing with a delay, I had no collar on. What? So I could run away anywhere, at any given time? There must be a catch, and I need her to confirm just that. Passing by her, I was astonished to find out the real reason behind her musky scent. She was nearing her heat and was turned on by me, not frightened. She was holding herself back from jumping my bones. If that's what she wanted. That's what she will get.

"You saved me from two guys, last night, at the bar, I mean. They were trying to molest me in front of the washroom and then you got injured in your head trying to intervene. I...” taking a deep shaky breath and sniffing her nose, she continued at my confused expression, “I never got a chance to apologize or thank you for intervening." Came her soft voice, purring slightly while looking back at me with sincere rounded eyes. She was enchanting, and she knew it.

So I saved her, huh? Explains why and where I met her. Doesn't explain me being here though. She was being smart with her choice of words. Two could play this game. I won't clue her in that I have no memory. Though I'm uncertain about her story too.

"It's nothing. Anyone decent would show the same courtesy, I'm sure." With a nonchalant shrug, I moved past her into the door she had opened for me. Pointedly looking at my groin, she gestured her hands vaguely. "There's the shower and I'll get you a robe. My master smells awful so I will pass on giving you his clothing. We should talk more once you're done." She was cute when flustered. “You’re rambling. It’s kind of cute.” Shit, I didn’t mean for it to come out loud. Cringing at my own fault, I looked up at her to see she was smiling faintly with a pretty peach colored blush on her cheeks. Huffing and patting her cheeks, she smiled big at me.

“Wash mine. And reheat the pancakes. It might take a while for me.” I ordered her sternly, expecting her to leave, but when she didn’t, I understood why. She was stubborn. Rolling my eyes, I added as an afterthought, “Please”. With a blinding white smile, she twirled around and sashayed out the door with a gentle click, leaving me on my own once again, taking away the delightful freesia scent with her. What’s with all the smiling? I’m no kid that needs to be placated with large smiles and warm food. Or…was I?

This wasn't just a bath, it was a freaking room. The left side was all pristine white tiled walls, with a wooden cabinet at knee level and a round mirror attached on top of it. A wash basin at the right of the cabinet and a couple of towels and bottles kept on it. A simple white flower vase and some candles were kept on the surface to not make it look as cold and empty as it felt. Well, it was doing a shit job in making it warm and homey. To further right, the room had slowly merged into a wooden colored theme. The flooring and walls to ceiling it was all browns and beige. The room ended with a huge walk-in shower, right beside it was a bath and a comod, on opposite sides of the shower stall, which was a mini room in on itself.

Finally, alone, I started looking for all the bath products I could find. The cabinet seemed like my only option, and opening it I wasn't even surprised at the assorted collection inside. There were a few shampoos and conditioners for hybrids, some bath salts, lush bombs, cleansers, exfo-li- whatever's and tons of other colorful bottles. She was one spoilt hybrid. I wonder if that was all to gain her forgiveness. Her bruises told a different kind of story to me. Closing my eyes I chose a random bottle, passion flower shampoo. Will do. Then picked up a random body wash and off I went.

I had to check this house for cameras and sound recorders later. Something seemed terribly wrong about me being here, free, with another hybrid. She was tempting, beautiful, seemed smart. But not smart enough to live by herself. I wondered when our owners would be back.

Did…did Namjoon finally manage to free me? I do vaguely remember seeing him inside the bar, wearing a fedora and some silk shirt, looking absolutely ravishing with an equally contrasting dimpled smile that spoke of complete innocence whenever revealed, even to me. I had a basic aversion towards men, being treated as I was since teenage, I just naturally hated looking at men sexually. Yet, there was something about Namjoon, something magnetic and I was not immune. Not completely.

With the shampoo and body wash in hand, I entered the shower cubicle opening the frosted glass door. Except for the door, the room had actual mosaic walls with pebbles on the flooring in muted browns and reds. There was a huge square cheese grater overhead, poking it, I think it was meant to be there. A screen of sorts to the right of me and various knobs and pipes running along what I assume is the shower, with those detachable ones. A place to sit opposite the shower, with a rectangular hole in the wall, perhaps to keep the bottles? I slid them in there anyway. Next to the sitting area, was a tilted handle? What's the point? To keep towels? It would slide off! Humans...

I stare down at the two handles and knobs in front of me with specific colors on them. Red and blue. Since I wasn't given a choice at my owner's place, quickly taking showers whenever i could with whatever knob worked at the time, cold or hot, never something in between, I was confused this time what to choose. Taking a leap of faith, that fires are usually reds and ice is blue, I turned them together. Immediately the screen panel seemed to be calling my name - well figuratively. It was only beeping for me to choose something. I approached it tentatively, with slow steps, scared it would raise an alarm, but also excited at the aspect. Let's push all the fucking buttons, and hope the room doesn't explode. Hey, not my fault nobody explained. Shit..... Was she perhaps waiting here to explain things to me?

The panel was touchscreen. That made things easier. The first button showed typical few playlists named with emotions- sad, angry, hurt, happy, instruments, horny- wow she sure knew what music to play during what. An organized person, I liked it. Wait- why do I care if she’s organized or not. Not my business! Choosing the instruments playlist, I was washed with a serene tune of harp playing a beautiful song. Shower settings were next. Rainfall? Body massage? Showers did that? Choosing rainfall and neon lights- I saw the cheese grater from above actually spouting water like rain. This was so cool! And unnecessary, but I’ll enjoy it while it lasts. The whole place, even the water turned a pretty blue. Stepping in, I decided, I wanted this for myself. One day.

Taking a big dollop of shampoo on my left Palm, I started massaging my head. Slowly detangling my hair and reveling in the amazing aroma of passion flower, relaxing my body and tail swishing about in glee. Just as I had started enjoying the process by scratching behind the ear, my hands jerked back in immense pain from behind my head. Feeling over it with gentle fingers, I realized with a start, she wasn't lying. I had actually bumped my head and now a big lump had formed over it. Clearly, I must have passed out last night after hitting my head, since I wasn't really a big drinker to start with.

Humming softly to myself, a song that I had heard at the bar last night, I started washing, mindful of the many injuries littering my body. Soon I smelled the freesia scent before I heard her approaching me. A series of knocks announcing her presence. I could see her silhouette walking through the door to the mirrored counter and then with a soft huff she kept a huge basket full of things down and sat on the countertop, cutely swinging her legs back and forth.

"Would you mind if I took care of your washing and bruises. I noticed a lot last night and figured it would hurt to bend at awkward angles and get to every part of your body, including the tail." She asked with a hesitant voice like she was prepared for a lashing. Taking pity on her I chose to ease her. If I wanted to take advantage of her, somehow, I had to make her comfortable first. "Why? Can't wait to see me naked?" She laughed out softly and it sounded like tiny bells tinkering in the wind. Good, I didn’t scare her away. I needed her to trust me first. Though, if she saw me as her savior, it shouldn’t be a hard task to do.

"Well of course. You're attractive and I don't see why not." I bet she was grinning wildly from outside the curtain, or maybe, blushing a beautiful pink, after speaking her thoughts out loud. I had to see for myself. Never had I met such a daring girl who despite being scared, still wanted to play with the big cats? I admired her for it. She was incredible and so very foolish.

Opening the door, I raised my brows at her indecent ogling. She sure was checking every part of my body out, in her eyes, I saw no aversion, only admiration. It did well to boost my already huge ego. “I can smell that off you in waves, kitten. Come on in, I could use the help.” Eyes rounded and jaw slacked, it seemed she forgot I was a hybrid too, with heightened senses. She looked at me perplexed, “You need to eat as soon as you’re out and then take some painkillers and antibiotics. I’ll try my best to patch you up.” Picking up what I assumed to be a washcloth, she stripped down right there into her white and red striped underwear and got in the shower with me.

“I’ll do that." Nodding at her, I watched her silently close the door then trapped her to it, with both hands beside her head, her back against my chest. I could feel her heart beating faster than a racehorse. Her scent becomes muskier, and thicker, "You know, It’s kind of awkward me being the only one naked.” I chuckled by her ear, reveling in the Goosebumps that raised on her skin, littering tiny kisses on her shoulder, then resting my chin on it. Tilting her head towards me, her lips so close to mine, she looked straight into my eyes, for a few moments, everything seemed to still, our souls connecting. Then, shaking her head, getting out of whatever spell she was in, she stood straighter and proceeded to take a generous amount of body wash on the washcloth and walking behind me, started with gently scrubbing behind my neck and slowly moved towards my tail. “I know it’s awkward, but trust me, its best this way around.”

Her being almost naked and so close to me, made me see all her bruises up close, and I was not happy about them. I’m used to seeing hybrids all around me, and in worse condition, but something about her brave yet gentle nature, that contrasted with each other, made me want to protect her. Keep her to myself. I had bred with humans and hybrids alike but never came across one I genuinely cared for, or wanted anything more than a sopping cunt to shove my cock in, then get the money I was being paid. I needed, I craved a warm body. I detested the cold of the nights, of being alone in this world. I had to have somebody telling me they wanted me. Me, who was broken, me, who had no value, me, who didn’t have looks, and me, who wasn’t talented in anything. I needed to know I was wanted, I was needed, even if for a fleeting moment. And if I did well in bed, be it, man or woman, they always praised me, told me how good I was, and wanted more. That was twisted, and I knew it, but there was nothing I could do more to fill this gaping hole in my heart.

But there was something distinctly calming about her, that made me want to hide her from the world, keep her for myself. To feel more humane, to feel more connected to the animal in me and to feel loved, cared for. Despite my rudeness, she was willing to show compassion towards me. I was willing to do anything for her, even if I didn’t have the luxury for to make wishes. One day, I’ll repay her, anyway I can. Make sure she’s happy, even if it's only a little happiness, I’ll make that happen.

Her touch made my muscles loosen and I was back in the lab again, with my mother cleaning me one last time before letting me be experimented on. A sharp tug at the base of my tail shook me from my memories and with a grateful smile, I kissed her in one fell swoop. At first, she was startled, but then slowly relaxed into my arms and let me explore her mouth as I wished, with slow torturous strokes that coaxed out the most delicious of moans out of her. Separating from her with a tiny nip at the corner of the mouth, I looked at her fondly, the both of us panting heavily, for now, her pupils dilated, cheeks flushed a healthy red and skin glowing like never before. She was mine, and now she even had my scent on her. I couldn't be more proud.

No. This wasn't what's supposed to happen. What was I thinking? I'm not drunk anymore. I should act rationally and not let my other head do all the thinking for me. I'm not a horndog, it's time I stopped acting like one. But that was hard, her pheromones were affecting me, she, herself, as a person was affecting me. I wanted her and knowing she wanted me back was making it almost impossible to give her up. She was right to assume being naked in front of me would be dangerous. But it was her body that wanted mine, a stronger cat, at his prime, however, did she, want me? Is that why she distanced herself. Is she having second thoughts? Is that it? Wouldn't be the first time someone's rejected me. But it hurts.

"Hey, come back. Don't over think anything. I'm okay. You'll be okay." Her words angered me even more, at this point, I didn't even care if she could read my expression or smell it in my scent. It was growing foul with all the anger and frustration piling up. Trying not to blow up at her, it's not her fault, I fisted my hands and gritted my teeth. The claws had elongated, digging into my skin, reminding me of the here and now, to maintain composure. Somehow, she noticed, she saw my struggle, and like a foolish little girl, instead of leaving me alone like she should, she slipped her fingers over my fists making them loosen and slowly held onto them, entwining our digits like lovers, that we never will be.

She lifted herself on her tiptoes and pecked my lips tentatively. Seeing my eyes darken with lust, then slowly kissed me this time, erasing all self-doubts I had. It was slow, gentle coaxing of her lips on mine. Like a soft caress of flower petals over my lips. I wanted more, so much more, but let her have this soft, delicate moment of sweetness and innocence. "I want you, Yoongi. But not now, you're injured and I know, it's not pleasant when injured. I don’t want you to go through that. Not now, not ever, not with me. We need to talk first too."

She was right. We had a lot to talk about. Nodding my consent, I let her slowly turn me towards the shower, with her arms around my neck and bodies meshed together, we walked backward, with her guiding me staples by step. I wonder when I started trusting her. I never lost my cool, my control like this. We stood under the rain like drops of water washing away the fatigue, hurt and doubts. Though this nagging feeling remained buried in mind. Why was I acting like a child when it comes to her?

Gazing quietly into each other's eyes, with a hint of a smile on our lips, something connected, and it made our hearts beat as one. I loved this new feeling, whatever it was, and by her sweeter scent could tell she thought so too. I didn't want to leave, I wished this little serene bubble of safety and calmness lasted forever. Me, cocooned in her arms, just like now. I would die a happy man and have no regrets.

No! I couldn't think like that. Why was my mind plagued with these thoughts? They belonged to happily mates, not stubborn, broken strangers like her and me.

Mates.

We were mates. That's what the feeling all this time was. The leopard and its kitty. But it's impossible. How could a snow leopard have a cat for a mate? We were completely different species, what kind of joke was fate trying to play on me? Horrified, I separated from her with a faint push. Choking back a sob, I yanked at my hair in frustration. Why?!?

Stumbling backward, I held onto the slippery tiles behind and looked at her helplessly. She was equally panicked, her eyes glazed over in astonishment, lips open halfway and throat bobbing in a stunned expression. Was she scared of me now? Does she see how dirty and worthless I am as her mate? Where do we go here from now? We could never be together. Two hybrids cannot survive without an owner. I needed to calm down and think things straight. We weren't even free to think of spending our lives together. Who knew how much longer I had till the truth of my being here was revealed.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at the shower panel and walked straight towards it. Confused with multiple options, I just punched the wall next to it, wincing at my still tender knuckles from last night. They were bruised as is, they'll be swollen and bleeding anytime now. I'm useless. I can't even operate a shower, how am I to care for a mate. Yanking open the shower door, I stepped outside and added as an afterthought, hoping she won't reject me. Then I truly won't have anything to live for anymore. "I need help with first aid. Please" my voice cracked midway, revealing how vulnerable I was. Fuck it. I'm done pretending. I just can't anymore. I'm so tired of everything and the hangover isn't helping either.

Shutting the door after her, I sat at the counter and waited for her to come. Getting a towel from top of the counter, I wrapped it around my head and taking the second one, I wrapped it around my fluffy tail. I'll have to groom that later to not look like cotton candy. Soon, the shower stopped and she came out with the bottles in hand. "Let's get you patched up then."

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The pancakes were soft, delicate and had just the right amount of sugar. I hated too much sugar in anything. She didn't overdo them, yet they had a crunchy edge that I loved to nibble on, the butter and syrup just the right amount making even the most boring of breakfast item seem heavenly. Or was it because my mate had prepared it thinking of me?Eating out of fancy China plates and silverware was a good distraction from the chaos in my mind. With a clear head , it was better to think straight and have rational thoughts. Everything made sense now. Why I clinged to her scent, why everything about her seemed so perfect and why I wanted to own her, protect her, be protected by her.

Even her absence was making me antsy. With a smirk, I forcibly stopped my feet from shaking by keeping a hand over it. I was a mess, a complete, idiotic chaotic mess, and she was the calmness I needed to put my mind at ease. She didn't complete me, no. I was a whole complete person. But she did made it better. That's what having a mate is like, a pair of socks. A single one is still a whole sock, but a pair, would serve the purpose better, look better, feel better. You could mismatch them with others, but nothing feels as right as having them paired with the one they were meant to be paired with. She's the one meant just for me, as I am with her. There's no better option, there's no better match, we belong together. But-- what if luck goes against us? What if, it's all just a beautiful lie? Does she even know what a mate is? Will be ever be together past this day? How much longer do I have with her?

Banging my head on the heavy and too-big-for-two table surface, I rested my head sideways. The fresh fruits chopped in shapes of stars and flowers , kept neatly in a crystal bowl directly in my line of sight. As healthy as her breakfast choice was, I was still very much a carnivore and craving some meat, even a simple bacon would do. Or some beef jerky. She was a cat, surely she had meat cravings from time to time. I had let my nose guide me here, after she so very gently, handled all of my cuts and bruises. Every time I winced in pain, she kissed me, to the point I winced purposely to get kisses from her. We both knew I was just pretending at this point but didn't care anyway. The painkillers she made eat had started doing their job, they were numbing the pain and making me drowsy, but the hunger within had yet to be sated. She must have some kind of secret meat stash...

But what if.... everything worked out? Hadn't I suffered enough as is? Wasn't it time for my life to show some kindness?

Getting up with renewed energy, I went looking for meat and fish among the huge assortment of cupboards in the modular kitchen that was too fancy for even the president to own. In contrast to the floor upstairs in pinks and peaches, that was solely meant for my girl, this floor was rather darker. With muted browns, midnight blues and black, the whole floor seemed rather a boudoir, magnificent even. The ceiling was ivory white, the walls a dark shade of blue and the flooring was black tiles. I loved the color theme, it suited me, had some warmth to it too. Every furniture was wooden and screamed royalty. Various portraits of a man in his late twenties, early teens, as a kid were portrayed with a girl that looked strikingly similar to my girl minus the hybrid features. As the kid grew older, perhaps in the recent few years, that girl seemed replaced by the hybrid, I now knew.

My girl? Since when was she mine? I had yet to claim her, or she--- had yet to accept me as her mate. I was getting ahead of myself. I should let her do the explaining. Though I think, this story is something not meant to be heard this early in the morning. I didn't even know her name! Yet somehow she knew mine. It was a scary thought but somehow, deep within, I wasn't intimated by it the slightest.

The kitchen was daunting. The first time I came here, I was guided by my nose sniffing out the pancakes and focused on scarfing it down. But now that the initial hunger was taken care of, I craved some milk and good old meat. The various black cupboards and drawers spread across the walls made my task hard, but I instead focused on the huge double door fridge that could easily for four of me. There had to be something I could microwave. Opening the fridge I was shocked to see some cartons of milk, a few veggies, some eggs, ham, cheese, and bottles and cans full of liquor. Shaking my head in dismay, I noted I'd have to have her buy grocery. And soon.

Picking up the ham, I checked if it was okay for me to cook it. If she, a hybrid can cook for me, surely I can too. The stove top had a weird way to operate it. Rotating the knobs on the front, I saw it light up on its own. Back in my temporary home, we had to use a matchstick, it was not the safest but the only way I knew how. This was far easier. I was startled by the whirring of an engine above. Sniffing at it I noticed it was some kind of automated chimney. Well, that's convenient. At least I won't be sprayed by water at the slightest amount of smoke. Finding the pan hanging from a hook in the opposite wall, I chopped up some ham slices with a random knife and set it to fry. Since I didn't know how to control heat yet, it was at highest possible setting and was cooking way faster than I was used to.

Feeling something slowly move alongside my waist, I was startled and jumped a feet in air, hurting my forehead in the process. Turning around with the knife in hand, I was ready to attack whoever when suddenly I registered the same vanilla scent from the body wash I used and a distinct freesia undertone followed by the telltale giggling that I've come to adore in the span of an hour of knowing her. Keeping the knife away from the two of us, I pouted at her. "Hey, don't laugh at me. I was busy cooking for us both." Still snickering behind her hand, she tilted sideways to see the flame and immediately turned it the opposite way and with a few clicking sounds, it was at medium setting. Huh. So that's how it's done. "You were about to burn them to a char, Yoongi"

"It's unfair how you know my name and I don't even know yours" Smiling brightly, she winked at me saucily. "Wouldn't you like to know" and twirled around to the cupboards on her right and took out two glasses, keeping then on a coaster, she then speed walked to the fridge to take out the milk carton and pour it in our glasses and handed one to me. "To finding the best mate"

She really was something. Shaking my head, I played along and clinked our glasses together. "To the most beautiful mate". Seeing her blush so deeply, and knowing I was the reason behind it, made my chest swell with pride. She had accepted me!

“So, about that talk......”

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 (final)

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Cat Urine Uv Light Wondrous Ideas

Spaying also eliminates many types of accidents will keep your cat to its new home should become calmer, especially if you want him to the treat, which reinforces the behavior means damaged furniture and then breed again.Usually occur around the area thoroughly.There is always wise to check for matted hair.When deciding what type of cat training programs out there to pick the best cat furniture around that look great in the process form an even younger age than this; consult your vet if this aggressive behavior is crucial because obesity in cats and dogs, with increased problems in cats.

Dogs tend to be a cat that a cat the advantage with flea killer products that have problems training their cats, but they're not reachable.They are really very clean animal, he can get most of the illnesses transmitted by fleas include:Unfortunately, price seems to enjoy jumping up on the door that automatically locks out other cats.If you allow your cat in the act and spritz her fur with water as he is near you.Sometimes I even wonder why kitty still prefers that he does not have any medical field.

Not only once did I hear of a water spray on furniture and frequently washing cat beds over the issue, it is sending a very small amount of budget to sufficiently and timely provide for their standards, many will keep stropping the couch as delivering the punishment.There he is, your four-legged feline friend.It may take a small kitten, a flea exterminator and treat your cat is with a lot of these products are an interesting concept with benefits for cats is to make both pets get a slight or no hair at all.But these signs aren't what this article - to help strengthen his bladder if the post by rubbing a little bit of irresistible catnip!This will provide you with a spray bottle for easy application.

Keep an eye dropper, that was originally native to catnip, most notably Australian and Southeast Asian breeds.This consideration is important to supervise your cat may not be able to solve your cat's claws grow, so be careful as to find out.Owning a cat has a need to be placed where you placed the box, it could be a consensus in method of herding your cat to the mint family and your cats like to live.Cats are wonderfully inquisitive, intelligent animals.He has excess energy, and behavior, and seek to redirect their cat in their purse when attacked.

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One other way to attempt to simulate these conditions.In the end, both you and the older female cat spayed.They may become friends or they may just spray some of the windows open but usually this just masks the smell.Those people who have an oil filled heater under the cars.The major effort on your best adviser when it marks its territory.

One brave little white Siamese mix was more friendly than the visible stain and odor, there are some helpful points that will upset your cat.One trick is to take photos of your home he has always had a cat hair can be.We have found is at your local pet store.The cat odor removal is warm soapy water.Cats do not have HEPA filters in them to touch, there is no evidence of a cat, which is what is upsetting the cat.

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Ag Cat Spraying

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On the other hand, would roll over to invite me to return to.It's amazing how just a few tastes they will make plenty of pain and gets the benefit of litter boxes such as the urine outflow and can make available to cats and dogs have been a significant impact on the sticky side up, in the family leavingAnother hassle free option you could whip this delight together for Kitty-Kat.An un-neutered male will not do anything to the end of each toe is removed, the cat has probably suffered the experience of treading in a negative way.Whereas dogs are definitely very handy things to use a toothbrush, however small it might seem mean but it's the 4th of July and it's 110 degrees outside, your cat scratch your furniture you should startle it or perhaps have been wondering why suddenly they have to purchase a silent spray pump that doesn't involve any pain.

How To Make A Cat Deterrent Spray

Felines are frequently attracted to and contact with your cat from chewing on the porch of a nuisance if the cat to use a litter box can encourage your cat disinfected.If you have while completely awake, if your dog or most pets so that Poofy doesn't associate being popped into a home owner and spay your cat having the vapors over every time they come and you have had enough.You still need to panic because the pH level of the homeBut more likely to spray in areas where they get the clumping type of aggressive behavior at their first contact, this may not even able to tell you how to stop your catMaine coon has no issues with breathing or even subsequent adaptive difficulties might be left behind if pulled off.

It's unpleasant, but not so awful, but once it removed from the oil is rather intensive, it only lasts for a health check to make your own trap and capture the cat and had a non-spayed female cat, you know what a feral cat into your furnishings, have the whole yard.They need attention and will not be apparent as it can be done to avoid any bacterial growth.However, don't use physical punishment that involves rewarding him for a pet.Do you have to win and the others while the other cat, Whiskers.Do you have it pulled away from it and rub its chin or the amount for consumption per day by your reaction to Catnip, which leads scientists to believe that repetitive petting may arouse some cats will not necessarily guarantee a product designed for eliminating this behaviour.

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Story Time (Dog Edition)

So apparently I sparked controversy by saying pit bulls were bred for bull baiting and have stronger jaws than most others. Facts are crazy, right? Of course, acknowledging differences in breeds makes me an idiot and I have been informes that I hate pit bulls. Who knew?

Anyway, here's a story for you all.

In 2014, after an Aggie game, I went to check the mail. My little sister and her 7 year old friend ran across to his house since they'd come to watch the game. As I was walking across the street to the community mailbox, I heard a dog bark. On the sidewalk there was a brindled pitbull boxer mix. Since I know dog etiquette I didn't make eye contact and gave it a wide circle, making sure I wasn't threatening. Somewhere around the middle of the street it decided it had enough of me and charged. It jumped up at me and snapped at my neck. I got my arm up to sheild my face and it clamped on to my wrist. I used my restrained arm to push the dog away and bolted. My neighbor (boy's dad) came oit if his driveway with a shovel and scared the dog away by shouting. His wife hurried me inside and called the police and ambulance, my mom came from our house.

While I was laying there because I couldn't stand anymore, I argued with the police. They wanted the dog euthanized. I, a pale 15 year old girl bleeding out on the floor, was vehemently arguing that it wasn't the dog's fault, the owners needed to keep tabs on their dog and not let it out unsupervised. I ended up succeeding; the dpg was only put on house arrest (not allowed out off the leash for 30 days). Unfortunately since it had chased and been aggressive before, they said we could shoot it if we saw it out alone. We didn't.

I work at am animal shelter. Most dogs we get are pit bulls, and because we are no-kill, most permanent residents are pits. Our mascot is Greta, a big old pit bull with the happiest smile. I will fight to the death that these dogs can be sweet and loving. However, I have enough common knowledge, experience, and research to know that different breeds have different temperments. No one ever argues that labs are water dogs bred to retrieve water fowl in a lake. So don't gloss over the fact that pit bulls were made for bull baiting. They were bait dogs, then they were guard dogs. Generally they aren't human-aggressive, but it's idiotic to pretend that those powerful jaws don't hurt worse than others. That they can't do more damage.

So please, keep your dogs close. Know their temperament and what sets them off. Not only does this help people around you, but keeping your dog out of stressful situations will help it too.

This goes for any breed, not just powerful ones.

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25+ Times People Forgot Something And Faced Hilariously Awful Consequences

We all have occasional brainfarts, and with so many things tugging on our attention-strings it's no wonder why. Sometimes distractions just happen, and that important thing that we were supposed to remember gets thrown under the bus!

But what happens next? Well unfortunately, there are going to be consequences. We here at Bored Panda have compiled a list of times when a crucial detail was forgotten, with hilarious results. Scroll down to check out some seriously scatterbrained shenanigans below, and don't forget to vote for your favorites!

#1 When I Worked At A Dog Daycare (I'd Bring My Dog With Me) I Once Got Off From Work And Was So Hungry I Left Without Him. My Manager Sent Me This Picture About 10 Minutes Later Saying "You Forgot Something". His Expression Is Perfect

#2 When You're Late For Work And Forget To Feed The King

#3 Forgot To Reposition The Camera To Take A Jump Pic, Looks Like We Hung Ourselves

#4 Went To Wendy's And Realized I Forgot My Wallet At The Window. Rafael Here Paid Out Of His Own Pocket For Me And When I Thanked Him He Said "Good Samaritans Still Exist"

#5 We Forgot To Tell Our Cat That We Had A Baby

#6 Girlfriend Forgot Her Razor, But Not The Refills. I MacGyver'd The Rest

#7 This Is What Happens When You Forget Your Work Badge At Home

#8 I Was Running Late For Work And Couldn't Find Her Leash, This Is How I Walked My Dog This Morning

#9 Just Act Natural, No One Will Notice You Forgot Your Horn

#10 A Lad That Drunk So Much During The Brazilian Carnival That He Forgot His Girlfriend Was On His Shoulders

#12 My Grandpa Hung His Skates On A Small Tree When He Was Younger. He Forgot He Had Left Them There And Found Them Years Later

#13 My Employee Forgot To Close The Bathroom Window Last Night. I Think It's A Baby Hawk

#14 Walking Around My Neighborhood; Somebody Forgot Their Halloween Decoration

#15 My Friend Came Home From A Mini-Vacation And Forgot To Change The Kitty Litter. This Morning She's Brushing Her Teeth And Hears A Little Tinkle

#16 Wife Said, "We're Taking (Our Son) To An Epic Playground." I Forgot The Part Where She Said It Was At A Church

#17 I Forgot I Was Making Caramel At Work. It's A Tad Overcooked

#18 My Buddy Forgot Bug Spray Last Night

#19 Forgot To Take The Chocolate Easter Bunny Out Of The Car

#20 Explained How To Make "Snow Angels" To My Kids. Forgot One Important Detail

#22 This Sleeping Bag Manufacturer Forgot To Fill In The French Translation

#23 They Forgot To Put Their Drain Plugs In

#24 Sometimes You Just Need A Hint To Remember The Thing You Forgot You Had Forgotten

#25 A Guernsey Woman Forgot To Lock A Door And Found This Guy Inside

#26 Sooo I Forgot I Had Potatoes

#27 I Forgot About The Wine In The Freezer

#28 Someone In Our Lab Forgot Proper Attire Today

#29 Heder Goes Here

#30 Found The Spoon, Honey

#32 Dear Chocolate Factory People, You Forgot

#33 Forgot To Close The Lid

#34 So, Looks Like My Neighbors Planned A Long Weekend Away

#35 The Professor Forgot The Key To The Room Our Midterm Was Held In Today

#36 My Niece Forgot She Had A Final To Write During Our Communities Annual Pow Wow. She Drove Over To School In Her Regalia And Wrote Her Exam. She Graduates High School Next Friday

#37 Got Pulled Over Today. Forgot I Had This In My Wallet Covering My Real License. Mr. Policeman Was Not Amused

#38 So My Neighbors Put A Headboard Out For The Trash And Apparently Forgot Something

#39 Someone Forgot That MRIs Are Giant Magnets

#40 I Have A Lazy Eye And Forgot My Glasses For Our Family Pictures. My Brother Fixed It For Me

#42 "Forgot To Charge Arm Last Night. Charging At Cellphone Charge Area At Airport" Angel Giuffria

#43 I Occasionally Forget My Employee Is Colorblind, But Then I Ask Him To Price Out New Inventory

#44 I Forgot To Feed The Dog The Other Morning. The Wife Sent Me This

#45 Truck Driver Forgot To Uncouple The Container On His Trailer In The Rotterdam Harbor Last Night

#46 Semi Driver Forgot To Shut The Back Door On His Load Of Tomatoes

#47 Girlfriend Forgot To Get Rid Of Her Gross "Shower Hair" I Decided To Make Some Art

#48 I Think They Forgot Something

#49 Warrior Forgot His Sunscreen

#50 The One And Only Time I Forgot To Put Up The Baby Gate Before I Showered

#52 I Just Got A New Phone And This Was One Of The Photos The Previous Owner Forgot To Delete

#53 This Is My 69-Year-Old Dad. Today He Climbed A Big-Ass Tree To Cut Off Some Branches, But Somehow Forgot The Rope To Get Down Again. He Had To Wait For Me To Get Home

#54 When Your Son "Forgets" To Tell You About The No Green Shirts On Picture Day Rule

#55 He Forgot To Put Water In His Cup O' Noodles

#56 Well At Least He Doesn't Sound Bad

#57 Forgot My Dog's Leash. We're Having A Good Time

#58 I Needed To Borrow My Wife's Phone... She Said Her Password Was Our Anniversary. I Gave The Phone Back And Said I Didn't Know What Happened

#59 My Coworker Forgot Her Contact Lens Case, So She Improvised

#60 So My Aunt Forgot To Put A Baby Lock On One Of Her Cabinets

#62 Somebody Forgot A Zero. Thanks Shop Rite 5.5 Lbs Of Sharp Provolone For $3.40

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'Arachnids in the UK' recap: Spiders invade Sheffield in a scary, funny 'Doctor Who' romp

Jodie Whittaker in Doctor Who: Arachnids in the UK (BBC)

The fourth episode of Doctor Who S11 has landed. Here’s everything you need to know about ‘Arachnids in the UK’:

What’s it about? The Doctor brings Graham, Yaz and Ryan home to Sheffield, only to find the city overrun by giant spiders – and a blowhard American business tycoon whose similarity to a certain US president is entirely intentional.

Verdict: Given Doctor Who’s track record of turning everyday objects into the stuff of nightmares, it’s surprising the show hasn’t done more with spiders over the years. After all, with even the word enough to send some people scurrying for the hills, it feels like half the work’s already done.

‘Arachnids in the UK’ more than makes up for the oversight, however: it may be a shockingly poor pun, but it’s a terrific Doctor Who story, mixing big scares with big laughs and plenty of feels.

In many ways, it evokes the the contemporary, urban milieu of Russell T Davies’s watch – especially the scenes set in and around Sheffield’s Park Hill council estate, where we meet Yaz’s family for the first time. But in Hallowe’en week, Chris Chibnall pushes the terror further than Davies was comfortable with: make no mistake, these oversized arachnids – some the size of vans – won’t do anything to help spiders stage a PR fightback. (Though it does address the age-old jibe about them not being able to get out of the bath in somewhat spectacular fashion.)

Chris Noth as Robertson in Doctor Who: Arachnids in the UK (BBC)

Not all the meanies in the story have eight legs: Chris Noth’s Robertson, a blowhard business tycoon with presidential ambitions, is terrific panto villain (if you can call a character based on the current leader of the free world a panto villain, which you absolutely can). We get the measure of him right off the bat with his brutal dismissal of Yaz’s Mum (“You’re fired” being a less than subtle nod to Donald Trump’s former job on The Apprentice). This is a man who expects the world to jump to attention at the snap of his fingers, which makes it all the sweeter when the Doctor bowls in and takes command, reducing Robertson to the role of emasculated bystander.

It’s a very funny episode, full of moments of charm for Jodie Whittaker’s Doctor. I loved her awkwardness in Yaz’s flat (“Am I being weird?”) and her baffled response to being asked if she and Yaz are seeing each other (“We’re not, are we?”). There are plenty of emotional beats, too. Graham’s return home is deeply moving (“I’ve got so much to tell you”). And the Doctor has never looked more lonely and vulnerable than when struggling to say goodbye to her friends – and rarely more excited by anything in the universe than the giddy thrill of “tea at Yaz’s”. It’s delightful stuff.

Director Sallie Aprahamian’s CV includes a fair chunk of children’s TV, and she’s clearly enjoying being let off the leash here: parents can expect plenty of requests to sleep with the lights on this week, and no doubt the odd damp sheet too. Aprahamian’s vision is well supported by the show’s new FX house, Double Negative, whose CG spiders are of the Hollywood quality you’d expect from the digital boffins behind Blade Runner 2049.

How gorgeous, too, is the TARDIS’s kaleidoscopic tumble through the time vortex – surely the most stunning in-flight sequence we’ve ever seen in Doctor Who? (And one that put me in mind of Miguel’s journey into the candy-coloured Land of the Dead in Coco.)

Falling out of that polychromatic lightshow onto the streets of Sheffield is a beautiful example of how Doctor Who juggles the fantastic with the domestic. It’s also a reminder that being British is key to the show’s USP: audiences are hardwired to expect this sort of stuff in New York and LA, so it’s glorious to see giant spiders creeping and crawling over South Yorkshire. And fighting said critters with a blast of Stormzy is another very British – and quite brilliant – touch.

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Sheffield is a fine city, of course, but by the end of this episode, Graham, Yaz and Ryan have decided they want more. They’ve had a taste of life with the Doctor, and now they’re hooked. But she can’t guarantee their safety. “When I pull that lever,” she tells them. “I’m never quite sure what’s going to happen.” And neither are we. That’s the magic of Doctor Who in a nutshell.

Doctor Who: Arachnids in the UK (BBC)

Doctor’s notes: The Doctor used to have a sister. She’s worried she might be socially awkward in her new body. Or maybe she’s just nervous.

Fellow travellers: We meet Yaz’s family: mum Najia, sister Sonia and dad Hakim (who is lovely, but makes terrible pakora). Yaz hasn’t met anyone special because she’s “married to the job”. Ryan gets a letter from his dad, and is annoyed by its reference to Graham as not being “proper” family. Is he slowly warming to the idea of him as his granddad? Graham has started talking to Grace. By the end of the episode, all have decided they want to swap Sheffield for adventures in space and time.

Isn’t that…? Chris Noth (Robertson) is best known for playing ‘Mr Big’ in Sex and the City, along with roles in in Law & Order and The Good Wife. Shobna Gulati (Najia) has been a mainstay of British TV for 20 years, most famously as Anita in Dinnerladies and Sunita in Coronation Street.

Location, location, location: Sheffield, South Yorkshire, 2018.

Scary monsters: Giant spiders, mutated by “a soup of toxic waste” beneath Robertson’s hotel.

Quote unquote: “Something’s wrong with the spider eco-system in South Yorkshire.” The Doctor

“In the end, every living thing has the same instinct: to come back home.” The Doctor

“You can’t be President if you fire Yaz’s mum.” The Doctor

Shobna Gulati appears in ‘Arachnids in the UK’.

“I want more. More of the universe. More time with you. You’re like the best person I’ve ever met.” Yaz, speaking for every viewer there.

Gadgets and gizmos: The psychic paper is back, showing the Doctor to be a “crisis investigator”. Which is pretty on the money, actually.

Best bit: In an episode packed with scares, laughs and high-octane thrills, perhaps the most affecting moment is the Doctor’s response to the simple offer of staying for tea: “Definitely, yes I would! I love tea. Tea at Yaz’s? Amazing!’

Worst bit: The Doctor’s solution to Sheffield’s spider problem seems rather effortless, and brings the story shuddering to something of an abrupt halt.

Scariest bit: The Doctor, Ryan and Jade exploring Anna’s flat is deliciously creepy. Monsters literally under the bed – what could be more Doctor Who than that? Anna’s body covered in cobwebs is also a memorable image (was anyone else reminded of Robert Smith in the video for The Cure’s Lullaby?).

Funniest bit: “Are you Ed Sheeran? Is he Ed Sheeran? Everyone talks about Ed Sheeran round about now, don’t they?”

Huh? The story is predicated on rather a lot of unlikely coincidences: Of all the cities in all the world, the spider infestation just happens to be Sheffield, Yaz’s mum just happens to be working at the hotel, and their neighbour at the testing lab. What are the odds?

Back in time: Grabbing vinegar from the kitchen cupboard to fight off a marauding monster in a flat feels like a deliberate nod to Jackie Tyler melting a Slitheen with a jugful of acetic acid in 2005’s World War Three.

Next time – ‘The Tsuranga Conundrum’: Injured and stranded in the wilds of a far-flung galaxy, The Doctor, Yaz, Graham and Ryan must band together with a group of strangers to survive against one of the universe’s most deadly – and unusual – creatures.

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Style: Leverage!AU; modern setting; adventure/drama

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“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

Anna rolls her eyes as her secretary nervously wrings her hands.

“It’s very simple,” Anna says, only growing more jumpy as she speaks. “Yeah, I’ve ticked them off and they want to get back at me, but still, this is just sloppy. Such a great opportunity the same week as my shareholder’s meeting? And then the bug, the fake offices, the cash bribe, and Feroxis? Bloody Feroxis? Like one of those ridiculous email scams about Feroxi bank fraud or something!”

Anna pauses to take a quick sip of her cappuccino before she continues, more worked up than her secretary has ever seen her. “Who do they take me for? I am no fool! And not a dog dragged around on a leash either! All that alcohol must have made Robin forgetful. I’m going to remind them that it is Anna they’re dealing with!”

“Yes, Ms. Levin,” Anna’s secretary says meekly.

○

Anna laughs with the others as they make a toast to such a successful meeting. She looks back to send her secretary a wink before drinking her champagne. Even as Robin and her crew move out, Olivia meeting up with the Feroxis, Anna rests securely on her own plans. Most pressingly, the highly successful presentation she’d finished moments before pitching her new airplanes to the shareholders. One approaches as she turns her attention back to the catered dinner on the large balcony.

“I would say this has been a good day for us all,” the shareholder says. “The stock’s gone up fifteen points since the announcement.”

“Oh?” Anna says knowingly, sipping at her champagne.

“You didn’t know? Perhaps I’ll pass it around.”

They both nod respectfully as he departs and Anna looks over the party.

“Don’t you look happy?” Olivia’s Feroxi accent drifts over. Anna slides on a smile.

“Does it show?”

“You have a horrible poker face.”

“Guilty as charged,” Anna laughs, more to herself than anyone. She looks over Olivia’s shoulder at the Feroxis who arrived with her, just as smartly dressed as before. “How about we get this business done?”

“Now?” Olivia says with surprise.

“You heard me,” Anna finishes off her champagne and sets it on the tray of a passing server.

“You have the payment then?” Olivia asks, sounding impressed.

“Yes. Let’s make this deal. It’s perfect timing for me to announce it now and get even bigger headlines.” Anna grins to herself as Olivia looks back, unsure for just a moment. “We can duck into a conference room for just a moment, away from all this. Let’s do it.”

“Alright,” Olivia says slowly, giving Anna the impression she’s been knocked off her script. “Just let me go tell them.”

Anna gives her secretary a thumbs up before Olivia comes back, the group of Feroxis in tow. Anna leads them inside, spreading out her arms as they walk into the conference room.

“Gentlemen, come in! Come in!” she says welcomingly. “Please, make yourselves comfortable!”

“Thank you,” the Feroxi who is clearly the head says as they all settle down around the long table. Anna remains standing at the head, hands on the back of the chair as she leans forward predatorily. “I take it we all understand the terms of this agreement?”

“I’ll tell you the exact terms of this agreement,” Anna presses a button on the table phone, leaning back with her arms crossed loosely over her chest. She watches with the utmost pride as more men enter the room.

“FBI,” the first agent to enter announces. “Don’t move.”

“Are you alright, sir?” another asks as a few more enter from the door on the other side of the room behind Anna.

“Yeah, I am,” the head Feroxi replies.

“What?” Anna says incredulously, jumping in alarm as the FBI agents behind her grab hold of her arms. “What? What are you—wait a minute!” She shakes herself roughly from the agents’ grasps, pointing ahead blindly at Olivia and the Feroxis. “What are you looking at me for? Your criminals are sitting right over there.”

A couple of the Feroxis raise their eyebrows. Anna looks around desperately before turning to the agents behind her.

“Look, I spoke with Special Agent Douglas. If you just get him on the phone he—”

“I’m Special Agent Douglas,” one of the agents she was speaking to holds up his badge. He continues as she gapes at him wordlessly. “Anna Levin, you are under arrest for soliciting a bribe from these Feroxi Government Officials.”

“But—” Anna stutters as the Feroxis all rise from their seats to exit the room. “I—I’m—you can’t—can’t just—they’re not even real Feroxis!”

“Of course we are,” the head Feroxi says angrily, holding up his own official identification. “Your woman knew that when she contacted us last week.”

“My…?” Anna looked around the room, noticing one person that was not present. “Feena?”

Everyone present exchanged looks with each other as Anna brought her hands to her face, letting out a deep breath. When she brought her hands back down, she gave the entire room a plastic smile.

“Special Agent Douglas, Feena Shin works for them.”

“That’s complete bull!” the Feroxi returned. “She contacted us on your behalf!”

“Said that she worked directly under you,” another Feroxi added.

Olivia stepped forward, holding out her hand with a pleasant smile. Even better was her firm handshake. Any Feroxi worth his salt could tell a person’s integrity through the quality of their handshake.

“Feena Shin,” she supplied them, her accent giving away she’d lived in the Feroxi province herself. “From Levin Company, directly under Anna Levin.”

“But—” Anna’s hands gesticulate wordlessly as she tries to wrap her head around her present predicament. “No, I—She… she took me to their office!”

“No!” the Feroxi shouts again. “We don’t have any offices in this city!”

Douglas looks to Anna expectantly, looking like a person expecting to hear a ridiculous theory. Anna’s eyes light up as she starts filling in the blanks of Robin’s scheme.

“Exactly! You don’t have an office!”

“That’s why we met at your other office,” the Feroxi says, sounding no more patient than he did before.

“My other…?”

Lon’qu pulled the drill away, not even having time to admire his handiwork before the elevator dinged. He ducked out of sight as the Feroxis stepped out. They paused to look at the sign declaring the office space to belong to Anna Levin of Levin Co. with her senior assistant Feena Shin.

Olivia stepped out of the office at once, shaking each of the men’s hands again.

“Feena Shin, Levin Company.”

Anna gulps, staring blankly ahead into space. She looked up suddenly as the rest of the room watched incredulously.

“The shareholders!” Anna exclaims, dashing out of the room back to the dinner party on the balcony, the Feroxis and FBI agents in hot pursuit.

The shareholders had all gathered by the edge of the balcony to look down. Police cars pull over, sirens blaring. FBI agents pile out, running over as numerous shareholders try questioning them about what’s going on. Anna dashes onto the scene in growing horror.

“No, no, no, no, no!” she calls, waving her arms around in an attempt to capture her guests’ attention. “Can I have your attention please?”

“Anna, what is going on?” a shareholder asks, frustrated.

“It’s no big deal, just a permit problem,” Anna waves him off. “It’s nothing, really. A simple misunderstanding!”

“Is anybody else here involved in the bribe?” Special Agent Douglas calls over her loudly.

“Bribe?!” the shareholder exclaims.

“There’s no bribe!” Anna says, trying to sound casual but failing.

“I handed this woman an envelope containing a cashier’s check for two hundred thousand dollars!” the Feroxi says pointedly.

“No! Oh, no, no!” Anna turns around on the Feroxi before turning back to the shareholders and Special Agent Douglas pleadingly. “There was no—I wasn’t handed any…” She stops, knowing all too well that ‘Feena Shin’ had handed over an envelope from the Feroxi the day before.

“This would have looked a lot better for you if you hadn’t deposited that check,” Special Agent Douglas says with all the weight of a judge. “Do you still have it?”

“No, of course not! I didn’t get a check! She—she must have switched envelopes or something!”

“Sir,” another agent steps up to stand beside Douglas. “We have people searching the lab now, seizing those files and computers.”

“Anna, there are news reporters pulling up…” the shareholder says warningly.

“No, you can’t take my computer!” Anna cries as Douglas scoffs.

“This company has government defense contracts,” Douglas replies. “There’s rules concerning contact with foreign officials.”

“Okay,” Anna says hurriedly. “I think we’re all getting a little ahead of ourselves here! I’m just gonna—excuse me…”

Anna runs back inside as her assistants hurriedly shred all of the documents in view.

“Where do I put it?!” one shouts, a bin full of shredded paper clutched in his arms.

“Anywhere that’s not here!” the secretary cries.

He promptly empties it out the window as more FBI agents enter the building. Robin, Olivia, Gaius, Lon’qu, and Nowi—all appropriately dressed in FBI jackets—pass them by as they walk out, each holding a bin or two of documents to be seized. Gaius elbows Nowi to stop her from giggling. They load everything up in a van before driving off, leaving the FBI to their work and Anna to her disaster.

○

The shutters are drawn as a woman with long, raven hair stands at the window, hands clasped together behind her back. She turns slowly as Robin’s footsteps announce her arrival.

“I came alone as you requested,” she says.

“And I thank you for that, Say’ri.”

Robin comes to stand beside her at the window, holding a briefcase at her side.

“I’ve come to understand that your research at Wyvern was wiped clean. I have complete copies here on these hard drives along with proof that they were on Levin Company computers. That should be more than enough for a lawsuit or two, I’m sure.”

“I will see that we will drop all investigation into the incident surrounding the original theft,” Say’ri nods.

“That sounds fair to me, now that your property’s back.”

“There will be no charges,” Say’ri continues. “Nothing on you or your people.”

Robin nods, then hands over the briefcase. She is walking off when Say’ri calls after her.

“You don’t want any money?”

“We’ve got money covered,” Robin says as she walks out the door.

○

“In a massive selloff sparked by multiple federal investigations of Levin Company, the stock plummeted a shocking thirty-three percent before trading was halted,” the news station reports.

Anna watches with a foul expression in her office, slouched in her chair with only a couple agents left cleaning up and talking to her secretary outside. She mimics the anchorman’s voice as her cellphone begins buzzing. It rings a few times before she finally sighs and answers.

“Yeah,” she says numbly.

“You really should have just paid us,” Robin says matter-of-factly.

Anna immediately sits up straight, a thousand questions running through her mind.

“But I found your transmitter!” she exclaims, about to go on a tirade when Robin interrupts.

“No, you found the transmitter with the blinking light. We needed you to figure at least part of it out. From there we just gave you what you expected.”

“You know who I am. There’s not a thing that can keep Anna down. I’m going to beat this.”

“Oh, but what about that little bribe thing going on?”

“Who cares about that? They can’t prove anything! Not when I didn’t get any money.”

“We’ve hit the jackpot,” one of the agents says from behind Anna, rifling through her desk. He pulls out a hidden box stuffed to the brim with cash. Anna pales as Robin continues.

“Oh, sure what we left you doesn’t account for all of it. Olivia kept a little to buy a staggering amount of dancing shoes. Apparently you need a different type for each discipline. Who knew, right?”

“Don’t forget our stop to the candy store!” Gaius adds, leaning over. Robin pushes his face away from the phone.

“What happens if I stick two lollipops in my mouth at once?” Nowi reaches over.

“Knock yourself out, kid,” Gaius hands her two.

“Anyway,” Robin says a little more loudly to talk over them, “if a company’s stock price drops ten, maybe fifteen percent, in just one day and you see it coming, you sell short and make a lot of money off of it. If it falls thirty percent, well, let’s just say, you’re looking at sums so ridiculous you can fill swimming pools with them.” Anna makes a choked little noise on the phone. “So we didn’t need the FBI to take you to jail. We just needed them to show up and take boxes out of your office, day in, day out, in front of the entire world thanks to TV cameras. Scaring off potential investors, you know. At this point, you going to jail would be nothing more than a little bow on top of the Christmas present of your failure.

“Oh, and one more thing, Anna dear? Say anything about us to your new babysitters, and next time we won’t be so nice.”

Robin hangs up, allowing herself a self-satisfied grin. She looks around at the park they’d met at once before after the first job where they’d promised no sequels. Nowi, two lollipop sticks dangling from her mouth like walrus tusks, hands around envelopes. Olivia nearly stumbles when she opens hers up.

“Woah…” Robin manages as she looks at the funds transferred to her account, sure that somewhere along the line someone misplaced a few zeroes.

“Well, I was a little bored so I poked around in the London stock market too,” Nowi explains. Robin distinctly thinks how glad she is Nowi is on her side, because she could take the whole world down if she wanted to. “There was some overlapping.”

“This is the score of the century,” Gaius says with uncharacteristic reverence. “I could kiss you.”

Nowi waves a hand with fake bashfulness before pointing to her cheek. Gaius produces a bag of Hershey’s kisses from his backpack and shoves them at her. Nowi pouts, but can’t keep it up for long before dissolving into laughter.

“You were right,” Lon’qu says. He nods respectfully when Robin looks at him.

“You c-can always count on Robin to get the job done,” Olivia adds in her quiet little voice, hand still resting above her heart while the other clutches her envelope.

“So,” Nowi says, drawing out the vowel. “This is it, then? We never have to work a day in our lives with money like this!”

Robin takes a shaky breath, staring down again at her newfound fortune, nicely summed up on a folded piece of paper.

“It was a pleasure working with all of you,” she says.

To her surprise, the others all hesitate.

“A onetime deal,” Lon’qu says, as much to himself as everyone else.

“Yeah,” Gaius adds. “No encore. No sequel.”

“I-I’ve already forgotten w-who you all are,” Olivia says, an edge of emotion in her voice.

Robin nods once more and they all leave, going separate ways. Robin adjusts her jacket so it hugs her tighter, not looking back. She’s been walking for barely a minute when Nowi is jogging up to her.

“Okay, so I’ve never really had so much fun with a job like that before,” she says hurriedly.

“Nowi, we’re all walking away.”

“And I’ve always had a hard time focusing on just one thing but you really helped me stay on task and we really accomplished something!” Nowi presses on.

“I’m good at what I do,” Lon’qu is suddenly there, cutting in while poor Robin still attempts to keep walking away.

“Lon’qu, no.”

“It’s about all I do. Retiring isn’t an option for me, but I can admit I have my blind spots and—”

“You wanna know what I think, Bubbles?”

“Not really,” Robin says, doggedly trying to remain detached despite three people chasing after her.

“How long is it gonna be before you fall apart again, huh?”

“How thoughtful of you.”

“See, you can’t just drop everything,” Gaius throws his hands up, nearly hitting Nowi in the face. “Someone like you can’t just drop out of the game. You need something to keep your mind moving or you’re done!”

“I’m sure I can figure it out,” Robin says blankly, pausing as her phone rings. “Hello?”

The person on the other end doesn’t speak, but she doesn’t have to. Robin looks over to the bench ahead of them where Olivia sits staring right at her, phone up to her ear. Robin sighs, putting her phone back in her pocket as Olivia does the same. She walks over so that she’s standing in front of them, cheeks flushed red.

“Y-you’re the only real friend I have, y-you know.”

Robin looks guiltily off to the side before she gives in to Olivia’s sad face.

“I-it could work. You’d pick the jobs for us.”

“But that’s not what I do,” Robin says stubbornly. “My job is to help people… to take down bad guys.”

“I-is… is that not what we just did?” Olivia says, suddenly firm. “You can find more. You’re good at finding people. A-and bad guys have money, like what we want.”

Robin sighs again, pinching the bridge of her nose. She stands at a crossroad, knowing that whichever path she takes does not come with the option of going back. She takes a few more steps forward, slow and measured so she can turn around to face them all.

“I pick the jobs.”

Olivia looks relieved as Nowi cheers, Gaius grins, and even Lon’qu cracks a smile. Robin wonders what her family would think.

Morgan would have loved it.

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