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normal-with-adhd-is-a-joke · 3 years

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ranking my cats from best to worse because I’m bored

yes I do play favorites.

1. Seal

- Is old as fuck (12-13 y/o).

- Found her like 10 years ago because she was eating out of our trash. Came with a companion who has since passed away (R.I.P Shy :( )

- Never bites unless she’s in pain or you touch her belly a lot. She gives plenty of warning if she’s going to bite as well so if you get bitten it’s basically your fault.

- Lorge and in chorge.

- Very quiet, really only meows once or twice if she needs something.

- Gets along with Piggy. Indifferent to Cathy.

- Loves to be cuddled. Maybe too much honestly.

- Loves to be kissed. Will demand hundreds of kisses at a time. I don’t know why but it’s very cute.

- Steals my fucking seat on the couch all the fucking time like seriously I have to fight her for it every time. Also taught Piggy to steal my seat.

- Sometimes eats out of the trash. Also taught Piggy to eat out of the trash.

- Throws a tantrum if I won’t let her into my room to sleep on my bed.

- Throws a tantrum if you keep her inside for too long.

- Never goes on the dining room table (or any table really).

- If she hears you crying she will come running across the house to cuddle with you.

- Learned to use a litterbox despite being outside all her life.

- Generally a pleasure to be around.

2. Piggy

- Is little baby (a year+a few months old).

- Found her like a year ago under a shed behind a dumpster at my college. Came with 2 siblings (Inky and Midnight). Midnight disappeared before we could catch her but Inky was taken in by another student and is thriving.

- Bites you for literally no reason. Like you bend down to pet her and she just fucking chomps you. It doesn’t hurt that bad though and it’s just because she wants to play but damn.

- Small and very scared.

- Will scream for no reason.

- Gets along with Seal but is terrified of Cathy.

- Wants to be held sometimes but if you hold her when she doesn’t want it she will bite and scratch and scream like she’s being murdered.

- Is indifferent about being kissed.

- Learned from Seal to steal my seat as well but she weighs less so she’s easier to move.

- Learned from Seal to eat trash but doesn’t respond to being told no so you have to drag her out of the trash every time.

- Sneaks into my room and gets lost in there and worries me because I don’t want her to get hurt.

- If you take her outside she gets very scared and goes back in.

- If you leave glasses of water on the table she will try to drink out of them and she will dump them on the floor.

- Is afraid of of crying. She fears the tears. If you hold her while you’re crying she’ll bite you.

- Pees outside her litterbox for some reason???

- Generally a nuisance.

3. Cathy.

- She’s like 3 y/o??? Vets are unsure.

- Found her a few months ago in a neighbor’s yard by herself. We were supposed to give her to the SPCA that day but ~surprise!~ they aren’t taking cats right now. No one else wanted her so now she lived in a big multi-level cage in our basement.

- Bites you unprompted and hard. Has drawn blood.

- Big and terrified. Not a good combo.

- Mostly quiet but will cry if she needs her litterbox cleaned. Also makes scary rumbling noises when you pick her up.

- Attacks both of the other cats unprompted.

- Will cuddle if you pick her up but prefers to be left alone.

- I have not tried to kiss her because I am afraid.

- Isn’t allowed upstairs but would probably take my seat if she was.

- Hasn’t shown interest in trash but will eat the other cats’ food if you let her.

- Doesn’t really have an interest in my room.

- Came from outside but doesn’t really want to go back. She’ll stick her head out the door but if you take her out on a leash she just wants to go back inside. I think she’s afraid we’re going to leave her out there.

- Legs are too weak to jump up on the table but she doesn’t really want to anyway.

- I don’t dare show weakness around her.

- Is very good about using her littlebox but will fear poop every time you take her to the vet. Her poop also smells really fucking bad. Every time she poops our whole basement become inhospitable for like 10 minutes.

- Generally I fear her.

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izzy-b-hands · 5 years

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Happy At Home-Part Seven

We’ve reached the end of this fic! The first multipart fic I’ve finished up completely in ages, actually. It has been an absolute joy to write, and has given me inspiration to attempt another sometime in the near future. Of course, I’ll be writing plenty of Sledgefu one-shots in the meantime-I still have a huge prompt list to work through!

Thanks to all who read/like/reblog, and I hope you enjoy this last part!

He awoke to the sound of yowling cats.

“Now, we’re all gonna look nice for dinner, so you come back here!” Snafu’s voice echoed down the halls, along with sound of skittering claws. “All it is-come here-just a damn bow! You’ll look beautiful, Queen!”

Slowly, Eugene rose from the couch. Little Sid was sitting in front of him, meowing pitifully as he tried to grab and eat the red bow tied around his neck.

“What did Daddy do to you?” Eugene asked, picking him up and moving the bow to the back of his neck. “Better? Least you can run without it in your face then, right?”

He set Little Sid down, who immediately flopped on his back and yowled.

“Fine then. But it isn’t too tight, and you do look very nice. Give it a go, you might get used to it,” he replied.

Little Sid fussed at his feet as he stood and left to find Snafu.

The kitchen was empty-a mess, but empty of cats or his husband. A quick search of the fridge revealed most of the food-salad, rolls, dessert, and even the hated main dish ready to go and even plated nicely.

The halls and the rest of the main floor were empty too, but bits of the hardwood flooring bore scratch marks. He was getting close.

Finally, upstairs, he found Snafu-or more accurately, Snafu’s ass and legs, since the rest of him was under the bed in the master/now guest bedroom.

“Queen! You are setting a bad example for Little Sid and Gunner, and I will not have it!”

Gunner was on top of the bed, glaring down at Snafu’s lower half in between attempted bites at the bow messily tied around his neck.

“You aren’t gonna let me fix that, are you?” Eugene asked as he gently pet Gunner.

After a single pet, Gunner dashed away down the hall, apparently entirely fed up with both of his fathers.

“Sledgehammer? How are you feelin’?” Snafu’s voice was muffled from under the bed.

“Better. Still nervous, but not passin’ out anymore. How are you?”

“Uh, I-fuckin’ ow-am tryin’ to deal with our fussy children, who apparently don’t want to look nice for their grandparents,” Snafu huffed as he crawled backwards out from under the bed, a gentle thunk letting Eugene know he’d hit his head at least once on the way out.

“When did you get this idea, exactly?”

“Finished the food, figured I shouldn’t waste the time I had left over. I may be startin’ to regret it, slightly,” Snafu sighed as he stood up. “How much time till they get here?”

Eugene looked to his watch. “It is...uh. Four forty-five.”

They both darted out and down the stairs, Queen and her lack of a bow utterly forgotten.

“I should go brush my teeth again,” Eugene fussed as he worked to smooth Snafu’s wrinkled shirt.

“If you want, but I think you’re fine. My hair though...” Snafu was plucking at his collar, where it had shifted as he’d slept on the couch.

“Your hair is fine. Even if it was messy, you look cute with it that way,” Eugene replied. “Oh god. Are we ready? I’m not ready.”

“We’re ready. We got this,” Snafu wrapped him in a hug. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

“My parents disown me formally, tell everyone they know here about us so that we have to leave for our safety, and we have to run to find a new house and new jobs,” Eugene replied as he pressed a quick kiss to Snafu’s neck.

Snafu let him go, and frowned. “Darlin’. I didn’t mean you were supposed to answer that.”

“Sorry, nervous,” Eugene muttered. He was waiting for the sound of their car, the knock at the door, and it made him want to run and hide under the bed with Queen.

“Just breathe. Better to go into it thinkin’ everything will go well. If it doesn’t...we’ll figure it out as we go,” Snafu replied.

The sound of tires on the gravel made him leap out of his skin.

“You go set the food out. Don’t think any of it needs warming, but you make that call. I’ll go to the door,” Snafu said.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Eugene sighed heavily, willing himself not to run upstairs.

“Long as you aren’t all over the food! Do what you have to, sweetheart,” Snafu called as he ran for the door.

Setting out the food and the tableware was somewhat calming for the moment, until he heard their knock at the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Sledge! Come in-Eugene is just gettin’ the table ready. Hope you’re hungry! Let me take your coats, and can I get you both a drink?” Snafu seemed to have lost his confidence too. He only rambled like that when he was nervous. It was adorable, but Eugene felt for him at the same time.

He walked out to the entry hall, even though every fiber of his being was screaming not to. He couldn’t leave Snafu to dangle like that though.

“Mom, Dad,” he started awkwardly as he met up with them.

Snafu’s eyes were wide, flitting from Eugene to Eugene’s parents as they both waited for a response.

Finally, his father cleared his throat. “Bourbon, if you have it. And Eugene, you-”

There was a beat, and then he could see tears in his father’s eyes just before he rushed forwards to hug him.

“You have no idea how worried we were. Hearin’ every day about someone’s son coming home in a coffin. You being back, being here-” his father was holding back the tears now as he moved back a step, looking Eugene up and down as if he didn’t think he was entirely real. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes us.”

For a moment, Eugene didn’t know where to go with it, what to say. “I-what about...I mean, I know Sid talked to you both, has probably talked to you a lot from the sounds of it-”

“We’ve had some work to do,” his mother said, stepped forward to take his father’s place and wrap him up in a tight hug. “I admit, this is still...different, than what I ever expected for you. But you’re here, and alive, and if you’re as happy together as Sid says...”

She stepped back, and shrugged awkwardly. “I suppose you can get used to anything new and different. Especially if it means you’re happy.”

Snafu was frozen off to the side, and he jumped as Eugene’s mother turned to him.

“Well? Come here, give me a hug. You’re family, so there’s no getting out of it,” she said, her arms open wide.

Snafu stepped forward slowly, but grinned once she hugged him. “Ma’am, I can’t begin to tell you how nervous we were-”

“Well, no need to be nervous anymore. We still need..a bit of time, but you should both know that we love you and want you happy and well. Speaking of, Eugene, do you not feed your husband?”

Eugene let himself laugh, the tension in his shoulders and neck not quite gone. “I do. That’s just how he is.”

“I’ll get you some recipes; we’ll fix it,” she said brightly. “Speaking of, what did you make for us?”

“Something exotic, from your time away?” his father asked, and Eugene bit back another laugh. The idea of tossing an old, mud-covered ration onto their plates was something else, but he had a feeling that they’d try and eat them anyway, pretending all the while they liked them.

“You both always loved ‘delicious combination’, right?” he asked right back.

His father’s face paled slightly. “Oh, of course. A good war-time meal. Sensible, as we recover from rationing. I’m sure it is just as wonderful as your mother made it.”

His mother wore a pained smile. “I didn’t think you liked that dish, Eugene.”

Snafu cracked up, moving away from her as he laughed. “I can’t. I can’t take this anymore. All of y’all stop. I wasn’t gonna let him kill you with that shit.”

“Then what the hell are we eating, Snaf darlin’?” Eugene asked, panicking. He hadn’t looked beyond the one shelf in the fridge in his nervousness, but he also couldn’t recall seeing any other dishes anywhere.

“You missed it, didn’t you? Should be finishing up in the oven just about now, if I timed it right. Pardon me while I go check on it, and get you that drink, Mr. Sledge,” Snafu was all light and happiness, damn near bouncing as he pressed a soft kiss to Eugene’s cheek before moving past him to the kitchen.

His parents were laughing. Smiling, laughing, happy as could be. It was the best shock he could have.

“You better count your blessings,” his mother said. “He seems like a good one.”

“I do, and he is,” Eugene replied, gesturing for them to follow him to the dining room to sit. “I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

“Same, darlin’,” Snafu said, walking into the room from the kitchen just in time to hear him, the plate of meatloaf in his hands. “My mother always told me to find one who’s mother had raised them right. You did a hell of a job, Mrs. Sledge.”

She blushed as Snafu set the plate down, whisked the ‘delicious combination’ away, and darted back into the kitchen. He was back a moment later with drinks for all of them, balanced carefully in his hands.

“With a mouth like that, I can see why you like him, Eugene,” his mother started.

He blushed immediately. He couldn’t help it. Snafu was red too, poorly hiding a grin behind his hand.

“So complimentary. But that’s all a part of it-you talk sweet and hold each other up no matter what. I’m happy for you both,” she continued. “But, I have to admit, I’m still surprised neither of you came home before heading out together. Where would that have put you...”

“Sid hasn’t told you my real name, has he?” Snafu smiled. “You can call me Merriell, if you’d rather ma’am.”

“Merriell,” she said warmly. “So, where was home for you?”

“New Orleans. Not much ‘home’ there though, if I’m honest. That’s Eugene now-home,” Snafu replied. “My parents haven’t even sent a letter back-and I know Eugene here sent one out to them for me, though I think he wanted that to be a secret from me.”

Eugene gave him a look. “How the hell did you know? I only did it because I figured it couldn’t hurt for them to know where to send a letter, if they missed you.”

“I don’t mind that you did it. It’s sweet. But honey-you really didn’t think I’d find it strange, you askin’ for their address and then sayin’ you were just curious?” Snafu grinned, and reached over to grab his hand and give it a squeeze.

He grinned and squeezed back. “Okay, you got me. Still wish they would have sent somethin’ back though.”

His parents looked down to their plates at that, and he wondered if they were thinking of the rather cold letters they’d sent him when he and Snafu had first been settling in Maryland.

Snafu was back on his usual rhythm. “But let’s get to the food before we keep talkin’.”

He held their hands for grace with no prompting, much to Eugene’s relief. They never said grace when it was just them-they’d gone over briefly that they simply didn’t feel the need for it themselves, but that they’d do it with others if they asked.

For a bit, it was quiet except for the sound of forks scraping. It was calming-an utterly normal scene that he’d been so afraid he wouldn’t get: his parents and his husband meeting, sharing a meal, and everyone getting along. All was well, the sky was not falling, and it made his heart feel like it would burst.

“How was it? Maryland?” his father asked.

“Cold as hell in the winter,” Snafu sighed. “Gettin’ down here was a blessing. Winter without all the snow and ice is the only winter I wanna deal with!”

“Eugene’s letters always made it sound so nice,” his mother interjected. “But your apartment-it wasn’t really that small, was it?”

“It worked out fine enough. Was more irritatin’ paying so much for so little,” Snafu replied. “But honestly, we’ve been lucky. Lots of other Marines, they came home and if they couldn’t move back in with parents or friends...well. There’s just not enough room to go around, it seems. That’s why this was such a boon for us too.”

“We couldn’t have found a house back in Maryland,” Eugene said. “Nothing like this, but nothing smaller either. We never could have afforded it, not if we wanted to save anything.”

“Well, I’m glad you both took us up on this, then. Better to have the room available, for guests and whatnot. Eugene mentioned a few other housemates-where are the cats?” his father asked, peering down to his feet as he took a bite out a roll.

It was Snafu’s turn to blush again. “I-well, let me start by sayin’ I wanted them to look nice for you. We got a bit dressed up, figured they should too. Just a little bow, not too tight. I think they might be hiding, or I’d show you. Got ‘em on two out of the three, anyway.”

“Oh, you didn’t,” his mother laughed. “Now how long did that take?”

“Probably longer than it should have. I’m not a quitter; I wanted them to look nice for tonight,” Snafu smiled. “If you really want to see them, I bet I can find them.”

“You do that, and I’ll get dessert. Wait’ll you have what Sna-Merriell’s made for you. You’ll never want any other dessert, I promise,” Eugene said as Snafu left the table, calling for the cats.

He cleared away the dishes, and by the time he was back out with the beignets and a new set of plates and silverware for everyone, Snafu had returned with Little Sid in his arms.

“Say hello to Little Sid. Sid, say hi to your grandparents,” Snafu instructed. Somehow, the bow was still on Little Sid, though it seemed to bear a few runs from his fangs.

His mother and father doted over the cat as though he was a proper grand baby, standing from the table to go pet him and compliment his bow. Little Sid was purring loud enough he could hear it from across the room, and it brought out the other two after a few moments.

“Who is this?” his father said, reaching down to pick up Gunner as he entered the dining room, his bow askew. “Not a fan of your bow, are you?”

Gunner meowed pitifully, but turned it into a purr as his father gently took off the bow. “There we are. You’re just as adorable without it, not that I don’t appreciate your effort, Merriell.”

“It was an ill-fated idea,” Snafu replied with a chuckle. “But I think doin’ that just made you Gunner’s new best friend.”

Queen was the last to trot in, her bow in her mouth, picked up from wherever Snafu must have abandoned it.

His mother squealed at sight of her. “Oh my word! Look at you! This must be Queen! And what a fitting name.”

She kneeled down to pet Queen. “I’m happy to be turning over my house to royalty.”

“And us,” Eugene said.

“Listen to that-they talk as if you don’t run the house. That’s okay, we both know the truth,” his mother said to Queen, who was purring just as loud as the other two now.

“Alright, the kids oughta get to bed now,” Eugene interjected. He was glad they liked the cats, but there would be more opportunities for them to come by and spoil them relentlessly. And what a happy thing to think of, too. “Dessert’s on as well.”

“You heard your father. Off to bed with the three of you,” Snafu said gently, letting Little Sid down.

Queen led the way, Gunner followed, and Little Sid trotted after them both, and his mother squealed again.

“They’re just the sweetest,” she sighed as they sat back down. “Be careful though-some of the cats from the next few roads over always have a habit of makin’ it over here. You might end up with kittens that way.”

Snafu’s expression could only be described as pure joy.

“We would not be able to keep all the kittens,” Eugene said.

“Of course not-we’d give one to Sid, one to your folks here, and one to your brother. Then we’d keep the rest,” Snafu replied.

Eugene could only shake his head as he dished everyone up, and watched for his parent’s reactions.

“You made these?” his father asked.

“Yessir. I do quite often too. Your son has a hell of a sweet tooth,” Snafu replied. “If you’d like, I could make sure to parcel some up from the next batch and we could bring them on over to you.”

“That would be very kind of you, dear. When you’re over for dinner at ours, why don’t you bring them then?” his mother asked.

That caught Eugene’s ear. “Dinner?”

“Well, we’ve got to return this favor and have you over. We’ll have to take turns, every couple of Sundays or something like that. We’ll invite Sid and his fiancee over too, for the next one.”

He reached for Snafu’s hand under the table, out of sight of his parents, and squeezed it tightly. “That sounds wonderful, Mom. We’d be honored.”

The conversation went on for another hour after that-thankfully, they didn’t bring up the war too much. Eugene didn’t think it would have ruined the night, but it would have been a dark topic for such a happy night. And now, there would be other nights to let the conversation go late, to serious topics and feelings.

Once his parents had been escorted to their car by the two of them, and they were back in the house flopped on the couch in the sitting room, himself laying in Snafu’s lap, he finally completely relaxed.

“That was...it went so well! I never expected-oh my God,” he was stuttering as Snafu played with his hair, smiling gently. “I feel like a huge weight is off my chest.”

“Same. I was worried, but my god, you have the nicest parents I’ve ever met,” Snafu said.

“How many parents have you met?” Eugene teased.

“None except yours, if I’m honest, but I do know what nasty parents are like. You got good ones,” Snafu replied.

“I’ve got so much good in my life, don’t I?” Eugene sighed. “Between you, them, the cats, Sid, Burgin-how the hell did I get so lucky?”

“You’re good yourself. You just attract it to you,” Snafu’s eyes were gazing down at his, radiating love. It was wonderful and so intense he almost couldn’t take it.

“That’s how we found each other-two good people, pulled together by that force,” Eugene said quietly.

Snafu nodded. “Not gonna be good tonight though.”

“My parents literally just left-”

“I know, which is good, because I can’t wait any longer to get you out of that uniform,” Snafu replied. “We haven’t properly broken in the bed yet, and that’s bad luck Sledgehammer.”

“You are somethin’ else,” Eugene laughed, standing from the couch.

“And you love it,” Snafu grinned.

He did. But right at that moment, reflecting on it all, it was not just Snafu, but everything about how things were now-they were happy, in a beautiful home, with family and friends that cared about them.

It was a very pure sort of happiness, and he loved that he was able to feel it so strongly, with someone he loved so much.

#text post #LeeH writes #Sledgefu #I had a sad version and a happy version of this part in my head #I'm glad I went with the happy one

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lachlantrash · 5 years

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“I’m right where I belong”

You get off the plane, walking a few steps before feeling your heartbeat pick up pace and the nerves settle in. You're in Australia, you actually moved to Australia. Immediately realizing your four cats have been trapped in a plane for the past 20 hours, you suck up your nerves and make your way to finding Lachlan so you can welcome your cats to their new home. And oh, do you find him.

"Babe?" He says before you have a chance to say anything, standing from the airport seat and taking his long strides to you and instantly pulling you into his chest, holding you to him as if he hasn't seen you in years. Yeah, that's a stretch seeing as just three months ago he visited you in America, but you two talk daily and just being with him in person is amazing.

"I love you, Lachlan." You murmur, holding him just as tight as he's holding you. You feel him smile into your hair, planting a kiss on top of your head. He pulls away from you only to kiss you, a deep kiss showing just how much emotion he's been storing for you over the three months.

"I love you so, so much. You're here, you're actually fucking here." He says, pulling you back into his chest to hold you close again.

"I am, I am here... And I really hate the idea of ruining this moment, but my cats are probably scared out of their minds in the crates and I need to get my baggage..." You trail off, making Lachlan laugh as he lets go of you.

"Right, we actually have to get you to your apartment, I'm sorry." He laughs. "Okay, you go get your cats and I will get your baggage? It's labelled, right?" He asks, making you nod.

"Yeah... Three suitcases came with me and everything else is being shipped. Should I just wait at pet pick-up for you?" You ask, not knowing anything about the layout of this airport.

"Yeah, I'll bring your luggage to the car and then I'll drive the car to that end of the airport, and I'll come help you carry your cats out of here, then we can drive you to your new place and you can see what little furniture I've actually set up for you." Lachlan laughs, placing a quick kiss on your head before you two part ways. You quickly walk to where you see a line of people waiting to collect their pets, groaning because you're worried about your babies. Eventually you get to the front of the line, shocking the man when you show him the four identification papers for your cats. He's obviously surprised someone would fly four cats to another continent, but there's no way you'd leave them behind. It takes him a few minutes, but he comes back with this cart of sorts with the cat carriers stacked on them.

"So you can bring this up to the exit, but the cart has to stay in the airport. Sorry ma'am." He says, and you nod. You move out of the way so the next person can be rekindled with her pets, stopping to check on your cats.

"Hey guys, mom's here. Don't worry, we're almost at our new home. You guys are probably scared, Lachlan will be here soon. Then we'll all go explore the new place together." You say, standing in front of the cart near the closest exit. When one of your cats, Hera, sees you she meows, walking to the front of the crate and scratching at it making you want to cry. "I know honey, almost time." You say, petting her paw through the cage comfortingly.

"Are you guys ready to go?" You hear Lachlan say, making you whip your head around.

"Let's go quick, they're all sad and it's breaking my heart." You pout, grabbing Crash and Hera's crates since they were on top, leaving Lachlan to grab Paris and Storm. He grabs their crates with ease, using his hip to move the cart against a wall before leading you out to where he parked the car. You two get the cats into the back of the car somehow, your luggage all in the trunk. "How far away do I live from the airport?" You ask.

"Like, an hour. They'll be fine, and don't worry I made sure to get a litter box set up in both of your bathrooms, there's at least dry cat food out, and a water bowl all ready for them when they get home. I knew that'd be your top priority." He laughs, reaching over the console for your hand.

"I'm sorry... I'm really excited to be here, I really am, I just want them to be settled. Then hopefully, you and I can find the bed you hopefully have set up?" You add, regretting it immediately after with a groan.

"Wow, you want to find the bed with me already?" He chuckles, making you roll your eyes.

"Aren't you so funny? I meant we can cuddle and talk and just love each other because fuck Lachlan, I'm actually here for good. I'm in Australia. With my cats. With you." You say, squeezing his hand as it sets in.

"I know, it's all hitting me too. You're actually here for good, you're staying in Australia (Y/N). I hope you like how I set up some of the furniture you ordered, if you don't like it obviously I was planning on still being at your place tomorrow so I could help you rearrange it any way you'd like it-" He says, getting cut off by a long meow in the back of the car.

"Storm it's okay, we'll be there soon hopefully. You guys will love the new place, it has lots of windows and I'm even setting up a pet room." You talk to the back of the car, making Lachlan laugh.

"You just talked to a cat, you do know that?" He asks, taking a brief look at you before focusing on the road again.

"Yes, I do know that. Sorry my cats have never been on a twenty hour plane ride, they're probably thinking they're off to the worst vet trip yet." You say, making Lachlan laugh.

"Oh c'mon, you have to admit that was funny." He says, and though you're trying not to let it show you let out a small laugh at what you said. "We just got into your town, another five minutes and we'll be there." He adds, making the butterflies return to you. You'll be at your apartment soon, your new apartment in a whole damn new continent. "How are you feeling, babe?" He asks, trying to read your expression as you see the apartments sign on the side of the road.

"I'm great, Lachlan. I'm so, so great and excited." You say honestly as he pulls into the parking lot, getting the spot as close as he can to your apartment. Luckily the place you chose to rent from was moreso townhomes, being split side by side instead of into multiple floors. It makes it easier to bring all of your belongings in, and before you know it all the cat crates and luggage bags are in. "Are you sure you have all the windows and doors leading to the outside closed?" You ask.

"Yes (Y/N), it's safe to release your cats from their confinements." He laughs, watching you eagerly unlock all the cages to give your cats their freedom. "Oh, hello to you too... Storm?" Lachlan says, hoping he said the right name to the cat rubbing against him.

"That's Crash, but you tried." You smile, walking up to Lachlan and wrapping your arms around him. "Do you remember what you promised me?" You mumble, looking up at him.

"What did I promise you?" He asks, putting his hands on your hips and pressing you into him.

"You promised you'd bring me a Lachlan oversized hoodie, did you forget it!? I'll leave, I'll go back to America right now if I don't get that hoodie to sleep in tonight." You say playfully, pulling out of the embrace.

"Oh, that! No, I didn't forget, it's upstairs in your bedroom on your bed. Do you want to go see your room? You're probably tired, we can go lie down... Your cats and luggage will be fine, I'll help you organize tomorrow. I'll leave the door to your cat room open so they can explore the one cat condo I set up." He laughs.

"Thank you, that would be great." You sigh in relief, going up the stairs and luckily remembering the layout of the apartment you walk into the right room. Lachlan has the queen size bed set up, and a dresser there too. There's boxes of other furniture he obviously knows will come in here but it isn't unboxed yet. He even went to the trouble of making the bed, and placing the huge hoodie folded at the end of it. You waste no time in stripping out of your disgusting airplane clothes, leaving nothing but your underwear and bra on before slipping into the hoodie that goes well past your thighs.

"God, if you didn't look so sleepy I'd definitely try to make a move on you right now." You hear Lachlan sigh from the doorway.

"Oh, c'mon now! It's my first night in Australia and you're already trying to sleep with me?" You ask, plopping down on the made bed. "This is so fucking comfy, you picked a great mattress." You moan in satisfaction, crawling up to get under the covers.

"Well when you make noises like that, my mind begins to get ideas..." He trails off, taking his shirt off and joining you in the bed after throwing it across the room.

"Don't make a habit of doing that, I will have a clean apartment." You fake threaten, cuddling up to his chest. "This is great, I can actually be in your arms right now. And anytime we want, we can just be with each other. We don't have to wait hours for a flight, we're a thirty minute drive from each other." You say, looking up at Lachlan's face, taking in every detail you've memorized from the last time you saw him back in Florida. The different hues of blue that come together perfectly to form the eyes you're in love with holding most of your attention.

"Technically, it's a 34 minute drive..." Lachlan says, a smirk on his face as you roll your eyes.

"Oh you're right, suddenly that's unbearable... If that's the case I'm better off just moving back to America." You sigh, looking at him with a teasing smile.

"If that's what you want it's okay, you don't have to stay here... I won't end our relationship if you decide you don't want to live here, okay? Remember that, please remember that." He says, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

"Lachlan, I'm right here where I belong. I'm not going to leave, unless you give me a hell of a reason to. I don't plan on leaving, I want to be here." You say, sitting up to plant an actual kiss on his lips. "We have a lot of unpacking and furniture shopping to do, but I really want to be here. With you, and nobody else."

"I'll happily unpack and furniture shop with you if it means I can cuddle with you at least weekly." He says, gently pulling you back into his bare chest just so he can hold you.

"Only weekly? I was thinking a few times a week, I'm a bit disappointed." You sigh dramatically, making him chuckle.

"Well if that's what my girl wants, I'll happily oblige. We can definitely spend as much time as you want cuddling." He says, squeezing you closer.

"Don't promise me that, we'll never leave bed and you won't be able to make videos anymore if you do." You laugh.

"I don't see a problem with us never leaving bed..." He trails off, adjusting the way you two are cuddling so he can kiss you.

"God, do you only think about sex!?" You sigh, making him laugh.

"It's been three months, and you're not wearing any pants right now and we're cuddling, I'm sorry. I'll try to control myself if that's what you want, but don't be upset if I keep making comments." He says, and as an after thought adds, "Plus you're wearing a hoodie with my name on it and I think that's so fucking hot."

"Fine, fine... We got some cuddles in so I guess if we both want it to go further..." You trail off, allowing Lachlan to kiss you again, this time his intentions clearly portrayed.

"So you want it too?" He asks against your lips, not moving away enough to keep his lips from brushing against yours as he speaks. He's hovering over you now, waiting for a response as he begins kissing the side of your neck.

"I've wanted it since I saw you wearing an all black t-shirt at the airport... But when you took your shirt off I was reminded of it. I was just playing hard to get." You say, eagerly moving his lips back to yours.

"Oh princess, you don't have to play anything to have me." He says before fully connecting his lips to yours, ending in a great first night at your new home.

#lachlan #lachlan power #lachlanyt #lachlanpower #lachlan x reader #lachlanxreader

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thesamepictureofconnor · 6 years

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((Yes, requests are coming up. I just started my sophomore year of college this week tho so cut me some slack bois. Here is some angsty, very self-indulgent Gavin/RK900 solely written for me to get some practice working with their whole dynamics. Forgive me if either are too out of character. I love you.))

Gavin had been having a shit day, but what else was new. He sat in the driver’s seat of his car, tapping his thumb against the wheel. It was pouring outside just as it had been since early in the morning. Next to him, Richard sat in the passenger seat staring forward out the window.

“The Wilson’s should be arriving back to their apartment before noon.” The android had his hands folded on his lap, just as robotic and annoying as usual.

“Yeah, I read the memo, Data. Do you think Picard would put up with your monotone ass?” Gavin leaned back, taking a sip of his coffee. For as much as he complained, Gavin was warming up to Richard, despite his best intentions. “When the assholes show up, I want you stay behind me. Got it?”

“They do not have a history of violence, detective.” Richard finally turned, LED turning yellow for a moment. “But, I will follow your lead on this.”

“Good to know deviancy hasn’t made you stupid, at least.” The detective groaned, leaning his head back. “Ughhh. Stakeouts suck ass. Boring as shit.”

“Normally, I’d argue your work ethic,” Richard turned back to the window. “But in this case, I agree. Stakeouts do ‘suck ass’.”

Fowler wasn’t worried about the Wilson case. It was cut and dry, really. The young couple were frequent criminals, both hooked on their own Red Ice supply. The department had been watching them for months, even prior to the android revolution. Now that they finally had enough evidence to make the arrest, though, they were so busy dealing with human protestors and other bastards all around Detroit, the case had been shoved aside to the nearest free desk.

, Gavin thought.

“You never buckle your seat belt when you drive,” the android said suddenly, without turning from his view. “Why is that?”

Gavin shot him a look and shrugged. “I don’t know? Where the fuck is this coming from all of a sudden?”

“Just a question. No real reason.” A moment of silence paused till Richard addressed the glare his partner was giving him. “Lieutenant Anderson suggested to me that you might appreciate what he called ‘small talk’. I thought I should try and be conversational since we are partners now.”

“Ugh, gross,” Gavin sighed. He needed to make a call to his fucking cousin and ask Elijah why the fuck he made androids so goddamn clueless. “Listen, one of the great things about having friends is that you don’t always have to fill your time together with conversation. So shove off. Kapche?”

Nines turned to face Gavin, his head tilted to the side. “We are... friends now?”

“Oh my god. Do

make this gay, dude” he groaned. Another quiet moment passed before he ran a hand over his face. “That’s them on the left, right?”

The Wilson’s looked like any other couple. Both were athletically built, Mrs. Wilson being a bit more bulky than her lean husband. Judging by their attire, they seemed to be coming back from a jog together. They were clearly in love, holding hands and smiling and shit. It was hard to believe just looking at them that they were wanted criminals.

“I just sent a message to the department that the subjects are in sight.” Richard’s led spun for a moment as Gavin opened the car door.

“Come on, let’s grab them-” He started to say, but was cut off by Richard grabbing his arm over the console.

“Wait till they enter the house,” Richard said, a sharp look in his icy blue eyes. “We risk civilian casualty if we engage out in the open, not to mention the risk of them escaping capture.”

“If they get into the house we’ll be in their territory,” Gavin argued back. “Plus we’d literally be giving them a chance to arm themselves, dipshit. We’re taking them now.”

“Think with your head, not your instinct, detective. They are clearly both fit individuals. If we attack them on the street, there is an 87% that they will over power us and a 93% chance that at least one of them will escape. It isn’t crowded on the street by any means, but our mission objective is ultimately to protect the people of Detroit, no? We stand only a 2% risk of any passerby being harmed if we wait.”

Despite having the same face as Connor the Puppy Dog Detective, Gavin had always thought Richard’s features always came across more jagged and strong. As the android stared him down, Gavin caught himself watching the way he gripped and ungripped his fist, the marks on his plastic lower lip from him biting them nervously, all the little bits of deviant humanity that had been leaking into his partner.

“Jesus Christ, fine.” Gavin closed the door and turned to watch the Wilson’s unlock the door to their home. “But don’t get used too used to being right all the time,

.”

They watched the cars pass by occasionally, splashing puddles onto the sidewalk. The detective made sure to keep his eyes on the windows, looking for the lights to come on. He gave in to his partner, waiting about for five minutes or so in front.

Once they were sure that it was clear, they ended up in front of the door. “Cover my back in case they try anything, Nines,” Gavin said, taking the lead. He grabbed the door knocker and waited for a response.

“Detroit Police,” he called when he could see they weren’t getting anywhere. “We have a warrant. Open up!”

A minute passed as well as three more calls from Gavin with no signs of movement from inside. In fact, the moment he’d said the word ‘police’ it was like everything suddenly died.

Richard put his hand on Gavin’s shoulder. “May I?”

“Guess we have no choice.” He stepped aside. “Just try not to get shot, asshole?”

He began to line himself up with the door. “You’re overwhelming concern is truly touching, but may I remind you that I am the plastic one? I can usually be repaired, but you are much more…”

“Weak?”

“No. More… Squishy.” Stupid jerk had a smirk on his face that made Gavin want to toss him into the door himself. Richard took a running start, smashing in the door with a quick lunge.

The inside of the house was barren, near empty. It was a stark scene compared to how average the house looked from the outside. All that filled the open first floor was a folding table, two chairs, the desolate kitchen, and terribly thin looking cat sleeping on a filthy paper bag.

“I detect two heat signatures upstairs,” Richard drew his baton. It was still illegal for androids to wield guns, but hopefully he wouldn’t need it.

“Alright, keep the cuffs ready and follow me.” Pulling out his weapon, Gavin climbed the stairs. They were creakier then they looked, waking the mangy calico and very likely alerting their suspects. “Ah, fuck.”

As soon as they reached the second floor, Richard pointed over his partner’s shoulder to a closed door. Gavin nodded, aiming his gun forward and waved on in compliance. It was getting to be scary how in-sync they were anymore.

“Adam and Rebecca Smith! Come out with your hands up!” Gavin beat his fist on the door harder. “Come on! Don’t make this harder than it needs to be!”

Suddenly, a large muscular man came barrelling through the door, tackling the detective to the ground and dealing a hard punch to his face. Gavin’s head hit the ground hard, definitely causing a concussion judging by the fuzz that over took his vision.

“Reed!” He heard Richard’s voice calling out as he struggled to stand back up. There were more sounds as the world stopped spinning. Once he was up again, Gavin caught sight of his partner dealing out another, harder blow, breaking Mr. Smith’s nose and knocking him out cold.

, Gavin groaned inwardly as he felt for the blood flowing down his face.

“Adam!” Mrs. Smith screamed as she burst into the hallway after her husband. She was a stocky, well built woman, a bit more muscular than even Mr. Smith, but she was no match for Cyberlife’s infamous ex-deviant hunter.

Gavin jumped off the floor, coming out of his haze and climbing on top of the unconscious Mr. Smith to cuff his wrists behind his back. He was still dizzy from the head wound on his forehead, but stitches would have to come later. Once the detective was happy with how secure the first suspect was, he looked up to see Richard manhandling a struggling Mrs. Smith against the wall.

“Please cooperate.” The android managed to get one cuff on but was having a hard time grabbing the other. The red headed woman was fighting something fierce. It almost made Gavin laugh to finally see his partner so frazzled.

Mrs. Smith landed a sharp nailed punch into Richard’s chest, though it barely moved him. “You bastard robots are the reason we’re here in the first place! If you hadn’t taken my husband’s job, we wouldn’t have to be selling this shit!”

“You have the right to remain silent, ma’am,” Nines said, finally grabbing her a bit better. “Anything you say can and will be held against you-”

Very suddenly, Gavin’s blood rain cold.

There was a loud

that filled the air. Richard freezed. Mrs. Smith jumped out the window onto the roof. The cat meowed on the staircase.

He should chase after the suspect. Gavin knew that perfectly well that he

be chasing after her, but once again, his brain was leading him to do something illogical.

“Richard?” The detective took his shoulders, just in time to get a good look at the gaping hole in the android’s neck before he collapsed to the ground.

The android was surprisingly light as Gavin caught him in his arms. Thirium filled the air and stained his clothes, but nothing could make the detective care about that now. Blue quickly began to soak the gross shag carpet as a static sound began to leak from Nine’s lips.

“Stay with me. Stay with me, okay?” Gavin tried to be careful, gentle, but the guy was taller than

he had thought. Hoisting him up was even harder, but there was no exit wound that he could see. It didn’t take a mechanic to know that time was of the essence. “Just stay with me, Nines. Hold on. I’ll have you there soon. Just hold on.”

He practically bolted down stairs, forgetting Mr. Smith on the floor, forgetting Mrs. Smith on the run, forgetting the cat escaping the house, forgetting the rain as he ran to the road.

“

” Richard tried to speak, but his voice was diluted with static. He cursed as he opened the backdoor of his vehicle, slowly laying Richard in and down.

“Don’t try

, you hear me?” Gavin practically dived into the driver’s seat, belting himself in quickly. “Don’t talk, don’t move, just- just

, Nines.”

The android made a noise Gavin didn’t want to interpret. Part of him wanted to floor the gas, punch on his sirens, and get to safety as soon as he could, but his heart was pounding and he knew if he panicked things could get only worse. So, he kept the ride smooth and steady, unlike how he was currently feeling.

“I’m taking you home” He made a particularly stunning turn that at a better moment he’d want recorded. “Connor can fix you right? I’ll take you to Anderson’s and he’ll fix you. You’re gonna be okay. I promise. You’ll be fine. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

“

Gavin felt sick to his stomach, like he was going to be the one vomiting blood next. In his mirror he could see vibrant blue soaking everything like a crime scene. Richard’s eyes were barely open, LED flickering on and off while constantly red. “

“Don’t be scared,” he said. Any sense that Gavin took from the noise he blamed on adrenaline. The genuine tone he took, however, had no explainable cause. “We’re gonna be fine. Everything is gonna be fine, Nines. I’m taking you home. You’re going home, I swear.

.”

A van pulled out in front of him at an intersection, nearly causing a crash. Again, if his partner wasn’t bleeding out behind him, Gavin knew he’d be way more pissed. He’d jump out of the car, gun in hand. He’d slam the driver in the gut. There would be a scene, police would be called, he’d get a warning to watch his temper. But Nines was dying and it was his fucking fault, so none of that happened. Gavin flipped the lady the bird and pressed on.

It took a crushing five more minutes to get to Hank’s place. As soon as Gavin pulled up to the sidewalk, he jumped out and pulled Richard out again.

“

He was screaming, even if he could hardly hear himself over how loud his chest was.

Gave made a mental note never to joke about Hank being deaf ever again, because he was outside with in seconds. A massive dog followed close behind, hair raised and on the alert.

“Gavin what the fuck do you-

He only ever seen the lieutenant run once or twice, but never as fast as then. Hank made a move to take Richard from Gavin or perhaps to just help carry him in, but Gavin automatically found himself pulling his partner closer to himself.

“He needs help. You have to-” Gavin had to swallow down a lump in his throat. Just as before, he had to blame the hand that snaked itself into Richard’s hair on the adrenaline. What else could it be? “He’s been shot. In the neck. I-I didn’t know where else to take him. Connor can help him. Please tell me Connor can fucking help him.”

“Slow down, okay, kid? Take it easy, now.” Hank raised his hands in defense. “Jesus fuckin- Bring him in the house. Connor’s not here, but I can call him over. Just calm down, Reed.”

He did not calm down. Gavin couldn’t calm down even when he was laying Richard down on Hank’s couch, trying to arrange too long limbs to fit more comfortably. He heard Hank rush over to a phone and shout into it. The dog waddled in last, apparently contented that his home wasn’t being attacked.

“Okay.” The lieutenant took a deep breath after hanging up the phone. “Okay, Connor’s on his way home.

Gavin, you’d better tell me what’s happening before I lose my shit for real.”

He seated himself on the coffee table, letting out a weak sigh of released tension. “We-We were on a stakeout. The Wilson case?” Gavin waited for Hank to nod in understanding. He had placed himself on the coffee table, eyes fixed on Richard. “Fowler sent us to make the arrest. We were cuffing them but the she- she grabbed a gun. I-I didn’t know it was there. I didn’t think-”

“It’s okay, Reed. I get it.” Hank ran a hand threw his loose gray hair with a deep breath. “Christ almighty. This just happened, right? Did you call Jeffery? Fuck, don’t answer that. I’m gonna call Fowler and make sure they take care of everything. Don’t worry about it.” He pulled his cell phone out again and quickly began to dial. “Connor ran out to meet with Markus, but he said he’d be here in a few minutes. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Hank ran outside into the yard to call the department, leaving Gavin alone with his partner.

In the silence, he was suddenly very aware that of how much he was shaking, of how cold he was, of how fast his heart was racing. He had a strange urge to just

as he looked down at Richard’s blue bloodied face. Fingers buried in his hair, the detective grimaced, reminded of his own battle wounds.

“

Richard began suddenly itching, eyes closed.

“Yeah, Nines,” he said softly as he cradled his own head. “Connor on his way. You’re gonna make it. I promise.”

Before Gavin could respond, Hank burst back through the door with Connor right behind him. The other android went quickly to his brother’s side, carefully moving his head to the side to examine the wound.

“Hank, I need you to go heat up one of the kitchen knives. Quickly. He’s lost too much thirium.” Connor was wearing a white dress shirt and khaki pants, clearly having come from some kind of formal Jericho meeting. Still, he didn’t seem to care about getting his sleeves soaked as he turned to force Gavin’s head down.

“And keep an eye on Detective Reed,” Connor added as he moved back. “He doesn’t appear to have any internal bleeding, but his concussion is quite severe.”

He made a face of annoyance. “Fuck you. ‘M fine.”

“Oh yeah, jerk. You’re just peachy.” Hank appeared behind the couch, handing Connor a red hot chef’s knife. “You won’t be any good for him with your head like that.”

“M’ fine,” was all he could repeat. Hearing the actual words took something out of him, deflating like a balloon. His head hurt more than he had realized now that his panic was fading down a bit. Hands were trying to move him off of the table oh so gently, murmurs passing around the air about ‘shock’ and ‘stress levels’.

Gavin didn’t want to go and he didn’t think it was the adrenaline this time. He had

. He’d promised Richard would be alright. Sure, bastard was a robot, but he had

that promise. No matter what asshole face Gavin normally kept up, he was too tired and delirious to care.

“You called Fowler, right?” He turned a little too fast, forcing Hank to catch him before he fell onto the tabletop.

“So

is the time you chose to worry about work, eh?” The lieutenant actually had the balls to laugh as he pulled Gavin up to stand. “I let the bastard know what happened. He sent some officers down to cover the scene and look for the asshole that did this to you guys. You both have tomorrow off, obviously.”

Connor took the seat he’d left immediately, assumably to cauterise Richard’s neck wound closed. Deviancy had made Connor into a new animal, much like all the others, but in that second Gavin couldn’t help but notice how much of a difference there was between the two models in the room. It was in the way Connor blinked rapidly when he was thinking hard, how his hand flinched a bit when he heard the sizzle on plastic, things that made androids human.

Maybe someday, when neither of them are bleeding out on Anderson’s fucking carpet, he can finally admit that his partner was a bit more human and a bit more than a partner.

...

RK900 MANUAL SHUTDOWN INITIATED

INITIATION: 2% LOADING

SAVING MEMORY LOGS

…

DESIGNATION CHANGE

GAVIN REED: PARTNER

…

...

GAVIN REED: FRIEND

...

SHUTTING DOWN

#detroit become human #dbh rk900 #dbh gavin #dbh hank #dbh connor #tw: violence #tw: guns #tw: blood #bts angst #fanfic #buy me a ko fi #pls

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books-and-dragons · 6 years

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hey, can you do 'you still don't feel like eating' from the whump one? persona 5, with the coffee dad!

you got it anon!! Thank you so much for dropping a request by.

i went a little over my original ‘word count’ with this but oh well

Fandom: Persona 5Summary: Akira’s been sick for days now, unable to so much as get out of bed and Sojiro’s starting to worry about his health, especially when it comes time for Akira to take his medication- but he hasn’t been able to hold down anything solid since he fell ill.

Prompt request came from this post, if anyone’s curious or wants to make their own request

The sun had barely risen when Sojiro entered the café,locking the door behind him, before he swept past the counter, past the apronshanging on the side, and began to climb the stairs by the far end of the coffeeshop.

The attic of Leblanc was warmer than usual, and the openwindow did little more than allow a small breeze into the room- which seemed tobe of little comfort to the figure shaking on the bed in the far corner.

Sojiro’s face fell as he carefully walked towards thefigure, slowly sitting on the mattress beside him.

“Akira? Hey come on, look at me.”

Blearily, long lashes fluttered open to reveal hazed greyeyes, which blinked slowly at their caretaker.

“S-Soj-“ A series of coughs wracked the teen’s already-weakframe, “Sojiro?”

The man resisted the urge to sigh at his charge’s voice, itwas no less rough than yesterday.

Infact, none of his charge seemed any better than yesterday.

Wild charcoal-black hair that normally splayed out in everydirection was plastered to his face, which held small drips of sweat on itsforehead, uncertain eyes blinked up at the older man, cracked lips opening andclosing to try and ask god knows how many questions that the kid shouldn’t befocusing on right now. Despite the thick blanket thrown over him, the teen wasstill shivering, curled up under the quilt.

Firmly, a fuzzy head nudged against Sojiro’s arm. As helooked down, bright blue eyes peered up at him.

Morgana had yet to leave the kid’s side, incessantlymeowing, refusing to leave even for food- Sojiro had taken to bringing itupstairs for the cat, when it had become apparent the feline wouldn’t beleaving for anything. At least one of them was eating.

“Hey kid,” Sojiro offered a careful smile, but inwardlyfrowned at the heavy bags under his charge’s eyes. They’d gotten darker. “Stillnot sleeping? Just nod or shake your head, you know what the doctor said aboutstraining yourself.”

Slowly, Akira shook his head, looking almost guilty.

“Well, I suppose the best we can do is make sure you stayrested, I’ve got the medication Takemi brought over,” Sojiro glanced to thewindowsill, where a bottle of water sat, untouched, “I’ll go get you a freshwater- but you need to drink this one, okay?”

Akira opened his mouth, about to retort,

“I know it’ll hurt, but you need to stay hydrated to feelbetter.” Sojiro sighed, getting up, “I’ll be two minutes.”

Slowly, the raven haired teen nodded, watching as Sojirowalked across the room and descended the stairs.

“He’s right you know.” Morgana curled up by his side, hishead resting on Akira’s arm as he gazed up at the teen, “You need to starttaking better care of yourself, that’s why you ended up like this to startwith.”

Akira sighed, slowing raising his other hand to rake it overMorgana’s fur. The gentle purrs that resulted filled the silence, distinctlyAkira could hear the rattling of pills, the opening of the fridge, and othersounds coming from downstairs.

Eventually, the stairs began to creak as Sojiro returned,carrying an assortment of pills, a bottle of water, and some okayu, all ofwhich he gently settled on the shelf beside the bed, moving aside the swanboat.

“Takemi said you should take these with food-“

Feverently, Akira shook his head, but soon regretted it as asharp pain emanated across his skull.

Sojiro frowned, “You stilldon’t feel like eating? It’s been days now kid, you need to eat.” At the kid’sdesperate expression, eyes wide with helplessness, pleading- Sojiro resistedthe urge to give in, “I know it hurts, okay? But you won’t feel better unlessyou start eating again. At least try, please kid.”

Maybe Sojiro was starting to sound desperate, but they kidhadn’t eaten in three days, at this point he was past caring.

Akira paused, eyes flickering to Morgana, who gazed up athim pleadingly, and Sojiro, who was holding the bowl carefully and staring athim so openly he had to repress a flinch away. Sojiro hadn’t looked like thatsince he told the thieves about Futaba’s self-imposed isolation months ago.

Slowly, Akira nodded and had to fight the small smile asMorgana’s purrs seemed to increase in volume. The cat got up as Akira began toshift, raising himself on his forearms, waiting to take the bowl.

At Akira’s expectant gaze, Sojiro frowned.

“No kid, you can barely hold yourself upright,” With onehand, Sojiro manoeuvred the pillows to rest against the wall, gently easingAkira back so they propped him up, “Stay there okay?”

A weight settled on his lap, Morgana’s purrs relaxed his asSojiro picks up the bowl, one hand raising a spoon that only had a small amountof rice pudding on the tip. As the warden looked to his charge, Akira realisedwhat was going on, and he felt his face burn.

Sojiro sighed, raising one eyebrow, “Don’t tell me you’reabout to get all embarrassed over this, come on, you heard what Takemi saidyesterday. It’s food or an IV drip. Your choice.”

Akira blanched.

The room was cold, andhe could feel a sharp prick in his neck…as he struggled, tight grips held himdown, mocking laughter invaded his ears and something was injected into him. Itwas cold, invasive. He didn’t know what it was. Everything was so hazy…..

Akira’s shoulder slumped, he accepted his fate.

Sojiro tilted his head, raising the spoon, “See not thathard, was it?”

As the utensil neared, Akira tentatively opened his mouth,leaning forward slightly to accept the food.

The substance was thick and heavy, rather tasteless, andAkira’s first instinct was to spit it out. But Morgana and Sojiro were watchinghim so expectantly, so hopefully.

Slowly, he swallowed, and subsequently failed to hide theflinch that happened as a result- the feeling of sharp needles stabbing histhroat making itself known.

The pain was intense, burning down his throat in a way hehadn’t experienced in days. Akira felt his stomach clench, and he doubled over,harsh shuddering breaths wracked his body. Dimly, he could taste salt- was hecrying? He couldn’t tell, and as warm arms pulled him into an embrace, Akiraallowed himself this cry.

Gently, one hand began to weave its way through his damplocks, soft utterances of condolences and reassurances whispered in his ear asAkira began to try regulate his breathing.

“You’re okay, come on, just take some deep breaths okay? I’mhere, shh.”

Akira hadn’t known comfort like this in years, since he wasa child. He didn’t realise how much he had missed the affection and care, the love of a parent….would it be so wrongto rest against Sojiro a few moments longer?

But he was already being a burden.

Akira pulled away, hastily bringing up a shaking arm to wipeat the stray tears on his face, as he leaned back against the pillows. Vaguely,he was aware of Morgana settling back on his lap, as he slowly met the eyes ofhis warden.

Sojiro didn’t offer any judgement, and instead smiled at himsoftly.

“I know, it hurts, I’ll not make you finish it all. A fewmore spoons, take your meds, then you can rest it off, okay?”

Akira nodded, just wanting to get it over with.

As Sojiro carefully spooned another portion, and took itAkira’s way, he made light conversation. Akira appreciated it, it served as agood distraction from the intensifying pain burning his throat.

“Futaba keeps trying to come over you know? She got real pissy when I told her you weren’ttaking visitors, so did those friends of yours too. I’m sure you’re gonna havea lot of messages to respond to once you’re feeling better.” Another spoon, “You’llnever guess who walked into Leblanc the other day, this old politician who usedto be in the Diet when I worked for the Government. They call him ‘No GoodTora’ from a nasty scandal he was in 20 years ago- left the Diet after that-but he seemed so much more at ease and confident than when we were younger.Although, I suppose you know all about that- he asked after you.” Akira watchedyet another nearing spoon carefully, but didn’t reject it, “Geez kid just howmany people do you know? You got more connections than people who’ve lived inthis city all their lives, no wonder you’re so worked to the ground.” Morganapurred lightly, a constant support dutifully watching over him.

“You’re doing great, last one, okay?”

Akira nodded, eager to get it over with as he accepted thelast portion, recoiling slightly as his throat burned.

He allowed himself a moment of reprieve, closing his eyes ashe listened to the gentle thud of the bowl being placed down (and goodriddance), instead the shaking of pills sounded through the room.

“Do you really need three different types of medication?”Sojiro sighed, and as Akira opened his eyes he saw one vibrant pint tablet anda small white one already in hand, as the older man tipped out one final yellowpill from the final bottle. “I’ll keep an eye on the timings for these, sodon’t worry about that.”

Sojiro placed the medication in Akira’s open palm beforereaching over to get the water, straw added to the bottle.

Akira took one deep breath, steeling his resolve, beforethrowing the tablets back- Sojiro bringing the straw up to his lips straightaway.

Swallowing the medication burnt more than he hadanticipated, and as he bundled the quilt under his vice grip, waiting for theworst of it to pass, one hand came to rest over his own.

Sojiro’s hands were bigger than his, warm and rough- thecallouses probably from all the café work. But as they rubbed a circle into theback of his hand, Akira focuses on nothing but that constant presence. Even asthe pain began to subside, and his own tight grip of the quilt lessened, Sojirodidn’t let go.

“It’s over, you did it Akira.” Akira didn’t have much energyto muster more than a noncommittal ‘hm’ as his warden continued, “Man you looknearly out of it, well Takemi did say the pills should help knock ya out- godknows you need it.” Sojiro began to pull away, hands leaving his, “Try andsleep kid, I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”

Half delirious, on the verge of passing out where he lay,Akira couldn’t help the whine that escaped him as Sojiro made to leave.

It stunned the man into stopping, rushing back to where hesat.

“S-stay….please?”

Those slate grey eyes were blearily with fatigue, but theway they regarded Sojiro, so wide and hopeful, caused a bittersweet smile towork its way onto Sojiro’s face. He’d never seen the kid be so open about hisfeelings, he was always so guarded- something left over from his parents,Sojiro had no doubt.

But that was a problem he would raise another day, whenAkira was fit and healthy again. When they’re both working in Leblanc on a slowevening. It’s not a conversation for today.

Sojiro nodded at Akira, “I’m not leaving, okay? I’ll beright here.”

He began to weave one hand through raven-haired locks,repetitive and constant. Akira hummed contentedly as he leaned into the touch,eyes fluttering shut.

“S-sorry. Be-be-being a pa-in.” Akira pressed out, face screwedup in something aside from pain, and Sojiro shook his head- even if you kidcouldn’t see that.

“You are never apain, Akira.”

The boy didn’t have a response for that. Maybe he didn’tknow what to say, or maybe he was just too tired to muster a response.

Either way, they stayed like that.

Sojiro, running a hand through Akira’s hair, as the catcurled up on his lap purred soothingly. By the worktop, if you looked you wouldsee the kid’s phone lighting up none stop, well wishes continued on from the pastcouple of days.

Eventually, Akira’s breath evened out, as he fell into adeep sleep.

The sun was starting to rise higher in the sky, people wouldbe going about their day soon- Leblanc should probably open for business, themenu for the day should be being prepared. Some customers like to come early ona morning, and Leblanc was always open to those customers. He needed to go andopen the café.

Even then, Sojiro indulged in staying with Akira. Just amoment longer.

#persona 5 #fics #okay this was so much fun to fill tbh #p5 #sojiro sakura #morgana #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #love me some coffee family #my fics

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hazbinextgeneration · 3 years

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Down The Rabbithole Ch7

The clear and crisp day made it where anyone would be happy to go outside and play all day in this lovely spring whether, but that did not comfort the girl under the covers of the bed at ALL as she curled up and under the blanket more away from the sunlight that threatened to wake her up. She did not want to brace the day or even bother to get up and go anywhere at all. She was perfectly content with staying right where she was and not going anywhere but her home. ....But this wouldn't be her home for too long. You see. A man came, a man in a fancy suit and tie came in a big fancy car and knocked in her door. She had never seen him before but had stood at the top of the stairs and listened in when her granny sent her upstairs to play. She watched as the well dressed man was invited in by her granny and sat down in the living room by the fire place and offered some tea by her granny. She still remembered what the man had said to her.

"Ma'am. I'm with Social Services and lately we've gotten record of a young girl in your care?"

"Yes. Allison's been living with me since her parents ran off to lord knows where," her granny crossed her arms and rose a brow, "Do forgive my bluntness, Sir. But what business would you have with me now?"

"No offense taken, Ma'am. But...We are concerned for her educational and social needs."

"And what concerns are those? She knows how to read and write, and other basic math and science things I learnt. And it's not like she's being left alone in the middle of the woods!"

The man held up his hands. "I'm not discrediting what you've done for her, Ma'am. It couldn't have been easy. But the fact of the matter is, your time and this time is different. She's going to need a better education and social skills for later in life, and by law she's supposed to have started school last year when she turned six. Our records say she's seven now and hasn't been enrolled in any online or public schools. And with your age and living so far from any civilization, along with our records,....we have to do what's best for the child."

"...What are you saying then?"

The man sighed. "What Im saying is that the child would be better off in the care of another realitive. The agency found an older cousin of yours." He made a shrugging movement. "Nice small town with low crime rates, the school is a nice one with a decent average score rating, and said realitive has a decent track record herself and has children of her own. It'd be the perfect place for her."

"You can't just take her from me!"

"Can you supply her a sufficient home? Ma'am you're already in your sixties, if something were to happen to you it would leave her in a state of unknowing on her own which would lead to an even harsher outcome. How can you gaurentee her safety?" Her granny remained silent....and the man sighed and stood. "It's not my choice to make anyways. I'm only here to deliver the message, but the court has decided. Miss Allison Gale will be removed from your care within a week's time. I suggest you have her ready by then. Mrs. Gale."

All she remembered was the sound of her granny crying and the next week after that her granny being very clingy towards the small seven year old her. The child barely got to spend anytime with Chesire or play that week because her granny insisted on having her spend time with her baking things or reading her stories, to even sitting down and playing with her. Of course the young cat was always just out of sight of the old lady, peeking around the corner or floating near the ceiling watching annoyed and curiously at the old lady playing and suddenly spending so much more time with her granddaughter and spoiling her for a few days. Allison could only spend a little bit of time with him right before she fell asleep but the cat was angered and annoyed.! How dare they try to take her away!? She was perfectly fine where she was! Those last nights were spent with her crying and hugging him and begging her granny not to let her go and making a promise to her friend she would come back and they would play again. But that morning....That fateful morning would be her last time there. As footsteps approached her bed the blanket was yanked off her and the child didn't react as the face of her granny was standing there in tears. She didn't react when she was made to get out of bed and get dressed. Went to her Granny's hold as she cried her eyes out over her departure, nor when she was taken down the steps and to the front door. A blue head poked out of her bedroom doorway as soon as the two were outside and he zoomed to the window to watch.

A shiny black car was sitting in the dirt driveway and a different man in a suit was standing there already putting Allison's suitcase into the back of the car as the crying old lady hugged the tiny child goodbye before the man took her and put her in the back of the car. The seat belt clicked into place before the door was closed and the young girl stared out the window as the engine started up. First she glanced at the crying grandmother as she cried her heart out as the car pulled away. But the child caught another person staring at her through the window as she was taken away for years.

A young chesire cat. Looking down from her bedroom window as fat tears rolled down his cheeks-

"Miss Allison?"

Red eyes blinked open from the world of sleep and blinked tiredly as two pink blurs were looking down at her. The human woman groaned as she laid on their floor, before she slowly sat up and stretched. Yawning as she did before reaching up to rub at her eyes. The polka dot blanket fell off of her as the blurs slowly turned into a small clown and small rabbit....Who-? Where was-?...OH! Right. She could've sworn all of yesterday was a dream by the way that dream was, but nope! The two were smiling at her before Marsh held up a small tray to her with a smile.

"It ..may not be healthy for a human." He set the small tray on her lap. A small plate of tea cakes and mini sandwiches were on it, with a cup of what smelt like English breakfast tea. "But it's all we have. And it'd be unwise for you to venture on such a long journey with an empty stomach. I don't think you have any gold coins or jewels to trade for food in town, so it's best you eat up before you set on your way."

.....Oh. Right. Her next long trip to find these Twiddle Sisters. "T-Thank you." She said and she grabbed one of the chocolate looking macaroons as the two smiled.

"Of course. It'd be very unkind of us to let you leave with an empty stomach! And Chesire would've been saddened if we didn't treat a friend of a friend with hospitality!"

She blinked and swallowed the coco macaroon. "....I wonder where he is? He hasn't shown up has he?"

Both shook their heads before Hatter spoke. "He's prolly just wondering around doing cat things! He'll show up eventually! Don't worry! You remember how to get to your destination right?" ....Allison blinked her half tired brain at him and hummed. "Go back to the fork in the road and travel to the second fork. Go right at the second one and walk straight ahead until you come to Enchanted Vil. and look for the building called Granny's Cottege! You can't miss it!"

".....Walk down. Second fork. Go right. Granny's Cottege. Got it!" She smiled a little bit before popping another in her mouth. "...I wonder what that cat's doing now?"

"Trust us! Whatever it is, We're sure he's just fine!!"

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HE. WAS. NOT. FINE!!

Thunder and lightning lit up the sky as rain poured in gallons as it still stormed outside, but thankfully the more dangerous thunder had passed. But that didn't matter tiny paws held a secpter out and directed it as a conductor would a baton stick to lead the band. Only this thing was directing a whole clump of glass shards and the cat wielding the magic gritted his fangs as he pushed his magic to it's limits and formed the few pieces back into one. Cracking sounds sounded out as the pieces of the reflective puzzle were put back together and forced backwards towards the massive mirror that was leaned and reinforced to the wall as to not let anything knock it over this time. It had a few pieces of it's once shiny magnificence already put back into place, not even half of it yet. The new big glass fragment crackled more as it joined the fixed glass already on there as his body shook forcing it to fix. Once it crackled fully back into place he stopped and let out a groan. Letting his arms drop to his sides. ....This was the problem with magic mirrors. They worked GREAT as portals and for spells, but once they broke it took a HECK amount of magic to be put back together again. And unfortunately it took a lot out of him. Thankfully the magic portal would still work perfectly once he put it back together, but he needed to rest now for a few hours before he could move onto the next few pieces.

His panting body looked back down to the amount of mirror shards he still had to put back together and meowed pathetically. Dropping the scepter in favor to start pacing his mind started racing with questions. Where was she? Did anything bad happen to her? Did she get hurt from the fall? Was Allison ok? It's already been a full day and night and she had no idea of the dangers of his world. If the Queen of Hearts found out a human landed in her kingdom-...He growled as his eyes turned into slits. Allison would be forced to battle for her freedom and if she lost, she'd be forced to be enslaved or locked in the dungeon for the rest of her life, and he COULDN'T allow that. Not when he just got his old friend back and spent only a month together! He lost her once and by fur he wouldn't let it happen again.

But for now he would rest and work as fast as possible. And hoped to the mighty Mother Goose that she was alright.

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pinklemonwitch · 6 years

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✨ I'm gonna talk about my wonderful familiar Delilah, because she's currently asleep on me. ✨ This cat is amazing to me. She hardly gets along with others, even used to scratch the family members as a kitten. She's 13 years old!! This cat is older than my younger sister. She's had a history of being a wild outdoor kitty, even used to bring home "trophies" like dead birds and rodents. No idea how long she's been an indoor cat but, you'd never guess by her behavior that she's older than 5. She loves to play, but she doesn't trust easily. The type of relationship you have to have with this cat, is one of extreme respect. She doesn't show trust towards anything or anyone that doesn't show hesitation and respect for her boundaries, and she has very little tolerance of any crossing of those boundaries. She and I are incredibly close by everyone's standards, the family is shocked we're so close, but it's because we have a similar personality. She's a very anxious cat, she can't sit in a room with the door closed cuz she'll try to open it, she hates feeling trapped. Her head is always on a swivel, she's always looking for an escape in case something bad happens. This is something I related to upon first meeting her cuz before I really settled in that's how I felt in the house. When we moved upstairs (which is entirely HER territory btw, she doesn't go downstairs at all cuz of the dog), she was so afraid of all the commotion of moving that she didn't come out of hiding for almost a week. But when she did, we were able to start bonding immediately (since we're both kinda trapped up here by the dog), and we keep each other safe and alert. I keep the male cat away from her, and if she's within my sight I know when someone's coming based off her behavior. She waits outside the bathroom door for me every morning and lets out a medium volume "mrrrrrow!!" when I open it, she even came in while I was showering and despite the noise and water she came over and let me pet her once (didn't like the water so she just guarded the door after that). Out of everyone, I'm the only person she hasn't scratched; she swatted my hand ONCE, just basically slapped it with her paw around the time we initially met, she didn't even trust me fully at this point, and hasn't swatted at me since. Something amazing to me is how trusting she is with me in particular, because I defend her territory and her being from what she sees as threats (the male cat has never tried to harm her, he's actually the nicest animal in the house, the two are just both too dominant independently to get along), and she comes to me no matter what when I call her. Example one; she hopped out the window once and wouldn't come back for my boyfriend when he tried reaching for her, (she went out of sight actually) so he ran downstairs and outside to catch her if she fell off the roof. I went up to the window and said "Dee-Dee?? Delilah??" at my normal speaking volume and out of nowhere, she comes scurrying back and HOPPED BACK IN THE WINDOW. May I remind you she is 13 years old? Example two; she truly trusted me enough to actually attempt to JUMP OVER the other cat between the banisters to get to me (a position which exposed her stomach to the other cat since he was a stair below her), only reason she hesitated was because the other cat meowed (he meows loud af so it's frightening for everyone), but when she realized she had an opportunity she jumped over him to get to me, all because I asked her "Trust Me, please". She technically exposed herself to potential danger because she trusted me and sees me as a safe person to be around. Example 3: The baby came upstairs the other day. I thought she'd scratch the baby, since she has a tendency to scratch the older sister, and I could tell she was nervous having the baby upstairs. And the baby (3 years old), doesn't listen for shit and doesn't quite get animal boundaries so I was very hesitant to let her pet her especially after the incident with the dog, but if I didn't mediate the situation I knew this dumbass kid would just try to reach for her anyway and get scratched, so I mediated. I held the baby's arm so she couldn't just suddenly reach at Delilah, and let Delilah smell me and the baby. And sure enough, she came up and brushed against both of us. This cat, who the downstairs family members fear and my boyfriend to an extent doesn't fully trust, is able to be so loving and compassionate when given the respect for her boundaries that she needs and honestly deserves. Trust is something that can take years for animals to build, especially older, more anxious and feral-leaning ones; and she opened up to me in ways she hasn't towards others in a matter of months. I accidentally startled her when I was yelling at the other cat to go downstairs, she ran off but when I followed shortly after, got on her level and gave her a few feet of space, I tapped on the ground and she came practically running back to me, and that really touched me as well cuz it signified this to me: Even if she's afraid of something I'm personally doing in the moment she really does trust that I'll never hurt her, and to have any living entity put that much trust in me, like literally trusting me with her life in her eyes, is an incredible feeling that's just hard to explain in words. This is just how I feel towards my familiar and I know it's long, if anyone wants to send in asks about reasons why they love their familiar or experiences they've had with them, I'd love to know! Familiars are a blessing to us all.

#long post #idk how to do under the cut shit so hence why I don't #ramblings #my familiar #familiar #witch's cat #witch's best friend #besties #her face in the top pic is fucking hilarious and really encapsulates her personality which is why I chose it 😂#familiars #witch familiar #witch's familiar

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toreadorwriter · 5 years

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What happens in the dark ch 2: Marie's past.

Several hours later, Susi came back home and Jewel practically jumped into her arms. Marie came out of the bathroom with Alysa, who was nice enough to hold what little amount of hair she had left when she was puking up a storm.

"Damn dirty hot cheetos," she muttered. To make matters worse, Susi and Jewel were chatting up a storm. The other ghouls were so happy to see one another that Marie's stomach churned seeing them hug and ask about each other's day and frankly seeing them all happy and just plain not miserable. Just being in the same room as all that positive emotion made Marie want to throw up again. God,she couldn't stand the new roomate. Jewel didn't do anything bad to her but still the pangs of jealousy hit Marie like a truck and the beast in the Nosferatu was begging to frenzy.

"Let me out, I can help you solve your problems" the beast whispered seductively into Marie's thoughts.

Before things went too far out of control, Marie rapidly excused herself from the room leaving everyone else behind. Alysa tried to follow her concerned for her friend's safety and happiness,but received a glare so nasty and cold that if looks could kill the other vampire would have been ash in the wind by now.

Going upstairs, the nosferatu slammed the door and locked it and switched on the dimming lamp before flopping down in her bed.

Her punk themed room was filled with underground band merch and posters and a huge American flag. She grumbled curses as she dug underneath her pillow and pulled out some paper and a bag of weed and rolled a fat blunt before putting on her headphones and letting the wailing of guitars take her away from all her problems.

Marie

"Stupid Jewel, Isaac used to be mine. Before she came along, I used to be a really popular musician and Isaac's favorite ghoul. I was a pianist and I was talented as hell, smart, and gorgeous, and both men and women swooned whenever I entered the room. It's not fair, why did I have to be turned into a ugly Nosferatu? I'm not a bad person andiI didn't deserve this- if it wasn't for stupid Gary fucking Golden getting jealous of Isaac and embracing me. I would still be rich and famous- and most of all HUMAN. God, I just wish I could be human again and see the sunrise and be able to show my face in public without the revulsion my presence causes. That's all I ever wanted! not this cursed unlife!"

Marie's thoughts mixed with the lullaby wafting through the air from the smoke led her to sleep and ignore the real world completely.

Five years earlier

Marie was busy putting on a tight fitting black dress which showed off her assets quite nicely. The young woman gazed affectionately at herself in the mirror across her vanity and went over to her walk in closet and pulled out her Red bottom High heels and slipped them to complete tonight's ensemble. She then placed the gorgeous diamond necklace that Isaac had gifted her around her neck and finished the look with the matching earring set.

While she was finishing touching up her makeup and curling her hair, she heard a knock on the door.

Spritzing an expensive perfume all over, Marie ran to the door to reveal Isaac standing there with a rose for her hair. Isaac ,smiled he nearly had to keep his jaw from dropping as Marie looked absolutely beautiful. And that dress! He had a hard time believing her beauty was not supernatural and he definitely couldn't wait to introduce her to the other local Cainities at tonight's piano concert she starred in. His soon to be bride and child was going to make him proud tonight and his undead heart almost beat again with excitement.

Marie smiled at him, her hazel eyes sparkled and Isaac's breath was taken away even though he hasn't needed to breathe since his own embrace. Isaac will never forget the time he first met Marie, she was as beautiful as she was 2 years ago she was still the same young, carefree, musician she was then. He met her at one of her performances and her sparkling orange dress caught his eye, and the angelic sounds from the piano drew him into the first row of the audience. From this point of view, Marie looked absolutely angelic in the spotlight and his Toreador sensibilities approved wholeheartedly of the scene.

He was absolutely enthralled for the two hours of the concert until she gave her final encore and exited the stage. Isaac scrambled to meet her offstage when the audience began cheering and she left the stage, dodging roses thrown by other admirers.

Isaac found Marie busy pouring herself some punch as a young man with an atrocious fake tan and frosted tips approach her and he placed his hand on her shoulder. Marie was startled and almost dropped the punch in her hand. She looked at the stranger in the eye and sighed but cracked him a polite smile anyway.

''The names Chriss Tapper and I'm a big fan of your work," he said, not even bothering to give her eye contact. His eyes were busy ogling down her dress anyway. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Marie did her best to ignore his ogling.

"Thank you, that means a lot. I'd love to stay and chat but unfortunately it's getting late and I have other obligations" Marie said while covering her chest with her purse. Isaac could feel her discomfort from across the room.

Marie tried to leave the situation at hand, but Mr. Staring Contest was not having any of that and blocked her way. Chris grabbed her roughly by the arm shocking her completely. What nerve! Who the hell did he think he was?'

'''Let go of me! I won't tolerate this behavior!" she snapped and that caused Chris to chuckle obnoxiously.

"You don't scare me. Try to start some shit with me and I'll make sure you never play in this city again!" He threatened.

Marie instantly decided she didn't like the city much any how and tipped her drink over his head.

Isaac decided to intervene and stepped in between Marie and this horribly dressed man before anyone had more than their egos hurt. The punch left streaks in the spray tan as it ran down the man's face.

"Sir. I wouldn't do that if I were you. You might end up in prison or six feet under" Isaac said casually with just a hint of anger in his voice.

Surprised and scared from the speed of the other man, Chris backed off.

"Fuck you, she's not even cute anyway…." He muttered before slinking off like the coward he was.

Turning around ,Marie gave a sigh of relief

''Thank you so much for helping me, that guy was a total creep.”

Marie trailed off, entranced by Isaac. He looked so enticing under the lights in the ballroom.

If Isaac was alive,he'd blush from the look she was giving him. He also noticed Marie was wearing the delicate rose shaped necklace he had made especially for her in his shop the night they met.

Isaac led Marie to the dance floor and began to lead her in slow circles and pulled her closer to him. She breathed in his cologne scent and sighed contently.

“I could live in this moment forever” Marie said longingly into Isaac’s ear.

Isaac purred a response “we can live this moment forever in private, are you interested?”

Marie nodded and he lead her out into the night.

Isaac called one of his cars to the theater to take the pair back to Marie’s place. The driver was able to ignore the two in the back seat whispering sweet nothings during the ride home.

Marie lived in a cozy but small brick apartment in a rougher edge of the city. The air smelled of cheap cigarettes and fast food. Isaac did his best to ignore the smell and walked Marie up the stairs, arm in arm. Marie dug in her purse for her key and quickly unlocked the door. Stepping inside, Marie turned on the switch and the lights fluttered on and Isaac was in awe- her apartment looked like a scene straight from a Elvira movie. It was punk and gothic and various band posters was interspersed with antiques painted black in the living room. There was an all black leather couch that beckoned to Isaac to relax, and off jumped a cute black cat that stretched and meowed and walked up to greet them.

Marie stooped down to pet the friendly animal and even though this apartment wasn't to his taste, Isaac had to admit she did have creativity. He really liked that in a woman.

''Awww, how's my good boy. Midnight did you miss me?." She asked while kneeling down to the cat’s level. The cat meowed a happy reply and returned to his spot on the couch. After getting up from the floor and placing her thing's down Isaac, cleared his throat catching her attention.

''Would you like to continue this night forever?”

“Yes”

He then pulled up the sleeve of his dress shirt and offered his wrist to Marie. Then he remembered that blood was a pain in the ass to get out and he did not want to ruin his new suit or Marie's furniture. Getting up, he walked over to her kitchen cabinet and fumbled around with the doors before finding a crystal wine glass. Obviously cheap and from a halloween store, but it suited him. The toreador sat on the couch and bit into his wrist letting his crimson vitae spill into the glass. The crimson blood shone in the light and in a few seconds the cut he inflicted upon himself closed up and the vampire offered the wine glass to her.

Marie looked at it as if he just offered her a plate of deep fried cockroaches but regardless of her hesitancy, she obliged.

She should have been disgusted and was instead surprised when the blood tasted like caramel and she felt a wave of emotion wash over her body. She instantly felt relaxed and it was stronger than any drug on the planet and in this moment, nothing hurt. It was beautiful.

''Wow what ever you just did, I want more."

Isaac chuckled. ''oh you will but in due time." He promised. The vampire smiled at her, and he allowed his fangs showed this time. Marie felt her heart flutter. She felt the strong urge to please him and be next to him at all times and she didn't know why, but surely she always had these feelings deep inside.

The world started to fade to black for Marie and Isaac knew that the sunrise was starting. He quickly closed all the blinds and carried Marie upstairs. Opening her bedroom door he gently laid the sleeping ghoul down and tucked her in. Seeing that it was only one bed in the apartment Isaac excused himself and went to go sleep on the couch but the eyes from Midnight said he was not willing to share. Isaac went back upstairs and wrapped his arms around Marie and fell into the dreamless sleep of the dead.

To be continued….

#vtmb au #vtmb oc #vtmb #vtm #vampire loving human

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upshotre · 5 years

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ODD NEWS: Minnesota cat recovering after sneaking into washing machine, survives wash cycle

A Minnesota cat miraculously survived after sneaking into a washing machine -- where it stayed for about an hour. Stefani Carroll-Kirchoff, from Maplewood, a suburb of St. Paul, said she was doing her laundry on Wednesday when her one-year-old cat, Felix, jumped inside the washing machine while the door was open. “I must have turned my back for a few minutes folding clothes and he apparently went in there when I wasn’t looking,” Carroll-Kirchoff told Fox News. “It’s horrific. It’s absolutely horrific,” she added. Carroll-Kirchoff said she hasn't been able to sleep since the incident. “This will haunt me for the rest of my life,” she said. “It’s the most traumatic experience.” Her daughter, Asha Carroll McCullough, described her mother as a “devoted animal lover” and said her mom called her immediately after she realized what had happened. “She was crying so hard I couldn’t understand what she was saying and she said Felix went through the washing machine,” Carroll McCullough said. She told Fox News her mother went upstairs after starting the laundry and came back down after an hour. When she opened the door of the washing machine she realized Felix was inside the whole time. “All of a sudden she heard a meow and saw a little white foot. The way she describes it was she was just in shock and she immediately phoned my grandpa and said come with me to vet,” Carroll McCullough. She said within minutes her mother and grandfather “raced to the vet.” When they arrived at the Animal Emergency & Referral Center of Minnesota, veterinarians said Felix was in critical condition. They told Carroll-Kirchoff “it’s rare that cats make it through something like this,” according to Carroll McCullough. She said Felix was still in critical condition and veterinarians immediately put the cat on oxygen support and administered intravenous therapy. “I will do anything I can for him to stay alive,” Carroll-Kirchoff said. “After what he’s been through, I feel like we owe it to him.” Her daughter told Fox News that Felix’s recuperation required 24 hours a day in an oxygen chamber. She said the therapy seemed to be working. The cat's vision was returning and the animal had started to eat again. She said veterinarians told them Felix’s recovery likely would take a few weeks. Carroll McCullough said the oxygen chamber has cost about $1,000 per day and since her mother did not have pet insurance, she started a GoFundMe campaign to help cover the cost. “He’s doing remarkably well,” said Carroll-Kirchoff. “We feel so, so lucky. He is the miracle cat,” her daughter said. Read the full article

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nibimatatabi · 7 years

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Only Human

Word Count: 2972 Summary: Set roughly around/between PoA & GoF, Cassandra notices a dog digging around in her trash can. Leo is a weird dog, and not even actually a dog. Mostly a cathartic exercise for her, plus I already told @hogwarts-junkie about this thought when I was washing my dog, so I might as well write it. Warning: Rated T for teen due to heavy language.

“That is not a dog, that is a Grim,” Lucile is sipping coffee in Cassandra’s living room. She’s looking out the window at something. The other woman isn’t distraught, just amused. “And it keeps coming back?” Cassandra is pulling turkey out of her fridge.

“Yep, comes back like clockwork to dig in my trash can. Wait, don’t go anywhere, watch this,” Cassandra pushes Sebastian back - the cat is well over twenty years old and still going strong; Cassandra has long since admitted that ‘cat’ is just what he resembles - and then swings open the door. “Dog! Heads up! I have turkey this time!” She launches the meat cuts out the door, as near the sidewalk as she can throw (and boy has this girl learned to throw and hit hard since leaving Hogwarts; one does not trifle with the should-have-been-Black woman). The canine has dropped down, hiding behind the trash can, caught, but when he sees the food he lunges forward, gobbling it down quickly. “Poor thing is skin and bone,” Cassandra shuts the door - and then locks it for good measure.

“You afraid of Black looking you up?” Lucile asks in that wary I-should-know-better-than-to-ask voice that Cassandra knows too well.

“Sirius isn’t dangerous,” she’s back in the kitchen, and her married friend is rolling her eyes. “He isn’t. Sirius was a lot of things, and none of them - not a one - said he was a murderer. He would have DIED rather than give up James. James was more his brother than Regulus,” she slams her palms against the table, frustrated. She’s almost in tears again.

“That’s not what-”

“The minister is a goddamned liar, Lucy. I might not have been with Sirius that long, but I knew his brother damned well and if Regulus would have never done that, then don’t look at me and try to claim that Sirius would have,” Lucile leans back against the window sill, looking out.

“Grim’s gone.”

“Don’t call him that. He’s not a Grim.”

“Then what is he?”

“A dog.”

Three days later, Cassandra stepped outside with her coffee, enjoying the morning before it was too hot to be outdoors. There was the dog again, standing on his hind legs, in her trash. It was empty today, though - there was nothing for him to find. Cassandra clicked her tongue once, and then whistled. “C’mere boy,” she called, as if the dog would actually come. He jerked backwards, falling from the trash can in an ungraceful flailing of limbs. “Come on, sweetheart, you’re okay,” Cassandra cooed, sitting on her front step. She was in a tank top and striped pajama pants, fuzzy slippers, and her shoulder length hair was in a sloppy bun. The words ‘hot mess’ were what could easiest be used to describe Cassandra before she got ready to go to St. Mungos. Today she worked an evening shift, which gave her the morning to kill.

“Come on, puppy dog. I’ve got food in the house, but I’m not getting it if you won’t come here,” the dog crept around the trash can, low to the ground. She couldn’t tell if he was really black, or if he was a dark gray that was just grimy. “Come here sweet pea,” he was creeping toward her, tail down, watching her. His ears were up, alert, and as he drew closer Cassandra was suddenly aware of just how large the dog was. “Oh...my...” he was skinny and underweight, but the dog was almost as big as a white tail deer at the shoulder. “Sweet baby, come here,” she collected herself quickly, reaching a hand out slowly from her cup. No fear. Never show fear.

The dog bumped her head the same way Sebastian did, head against her palm. Cassandra exhaled, not having realized she was holding her breath. “Hi there, baby dog,” she murmured, scratching his head, moving her hand down his neck. No collar. She didn’t expect one, but she had tried to be hopeful. “Can I stand up? You aren’t going to run, right? Come on, come inside with me,” Cassandra convinced the dog to enter her house, and was stunned that he wiped his paws on the doormat outside. “Someone loved you once, didn’t they, boy?” She shut the door, and from the couch Sebastian was suddenly standing, staring at the dog. “Sebastian,” Cassandra’s voice was warning. He meowed, loudly, and then hissed once. The dog was just staring at him. “Leave the cat alone, buddy,” Cassandra moved between the two. Sebastian had sat down. Sebastian meowed again, but this time without the hostility. “Come on, puppy, upstairs. You need a bath.”

The canine didn’t even have to be dragged up the stairs. He went willingly, wagging his tail slightly as Cassandra praised him for being so good. She let him into the bathroom and shut the door, going to change into shorts and a different tank top to wash him in. When she went into the bathroom, the dog was sitting in a tub of water. “I’m sorry what?” She hadn’t filled the tub. The dog lifted a paw and pawed at the faucets until he got one on, and then back off. Totally possible. “Are you one of those failed service dogs?” She ventured after a moment, grabbing her shampoo bottle. The canine whined at her, looking up at her with soft gray eyes.

Cassandra was rubbing shampoo into the dog’s coat and had to stop. “You have blue eyes,” she stated, blinking, trying to find blue. They were gray. Gray like storm clouds, warmer than ice and soft enough that her chest felt like it was being squeezed. “They’re gray,” she whispered, and for a moment she felt her world collapsing around her again, felt as if her life were being shattered all over again. And then she inhaled sharply and shook her head. “Dog with gray eyes. What a strange thing,” she laughed, forced herself to laugh, and kept washing her new found companion.

It took an hour and a half to full bathe the dog, so that his fur was free of grime, and he wasn’t matted up. Cassandra toweled him off, surprised at how still he was. “You were so loved, baby, what happened?” She asked, sitting down on the tile and drying his face. He lowered his head, bumping into her shoulder. “Sweet baby,” she considered possible names for him while she sat there, petting his shoulder and he rested his giant hulking head on her shoulder. She thought of the constellations she knew - Sirius, Orion, Regulus, Arcturus, Canopus, Polaris, Vega, Altair - and dropped her forehead against the dog’s chest. “Nope, none of those, not in this lifetime or the next,” she muttered. “Leo? Leo. I like Leo,” it was the constellation with Regulus. Of course she liked Leo.

The dog whined at her, lifting a massive paw into her lap. “What, do you not like your name?” She asked, bringing her head up and coming eye to eye with the dog. “Good God in heaven you are such a large dog,” and his eyes were the same uncanny intelligence of Sebastian’s, perhaps more so.

When she left for work, she warned Sebastian to behave. “You leave Leo alone. And Leo, do not chase that cat.”

Cassandra found that she adored her hulking canine. She bought him a nice collar and leash, and took him for walks. He balked whenever Cassandra got near Grimmauld Place, and the woman had to drag the canine past twelve. And then one day the dog was gone. She came home from work and her dog was just gone. She scoured the neighborhoods in both directions, but nothing. No dog, no one had seen a dog, what dog?

Cassandra had, in the years since Walburga’s demise (hallelujah, praise the Lord) taken to stopping in and checking on Kreacher. She hated that he was alone in the big house, but he wouldn’t leave it. So, after ensuring her dog was flat out gone, she made one of her bimonthly stops at the Black residence. It was not Kreacher that opened the door. “Are you fucking serious?”

"Last I checked, yes,” the lopsided grin, shaggy black hair, soft gray eyes. Cassandra wanted to punch him in the nose.

“When were you going to tell me that you-” words, so many words, silenced by Sirius shaking his head, and then something farther inside shrieking.

“Great. You woke Mother.”

“Good! I have a few words for that insufferable bitch that Kreacher hasn’t let me say.”

“Wait, how do you-” but Cassandra had shoved past Sirius, and murder was in her eyes.

“Listen here you stupid woman! You are DEAD do you understand? I have no patience for you!” Kreacher was watching, wide eyed, as the muggleborn laid into the portrait. “You don’t have a clue who I am and you want to know why?! Because your son was in love with me and didn’t want you to run me off! Oh nonono, not Sirius! No, no no, no I mean Regulus you wicked evil witch. I mean your little pride and joy the one who joined the Death Eaters to please Mummy and Daddy, the cousins, and their twisted sense of righteousness - don’t you even give me that offended look you HAG,” literal years of pent up rage spewed from Cassandra until she’d had enough of the woman shouting back at her - mudblood, insolent little girl, how dare you enter the noble house of Black - and snatched the curtains shut with violence radiating in her little body.

When she whipped around, Sirius was sagged against the wall, staring at her, looking exhausted from listening. “I’m sorry, Sirius,” she lowered her eyes. “I’ve had a lot to say to that woman since I was seventeen and never got the chance.”

“Safer to just scream at her painting,” Sirius mumbled, seeming unable to collect himself. Cassandra wanted to help him, she really did, but following the screaming match with Walburga - oh it was cathartic - she didn’t know how. Instead she knelt down in front of Kreacher, smiling at the house elf.

“I’m sorry for yelling at your mistress, Kreacher. But the way she treated Sirius and Regulus wasn’t right, and I’ve held that in for a very long time now,” she swallowed the lump in her throat. Kreacher regarded her carefully for a moment before he nodded.

“Would Miss Delacroix like some tea, then?” Sirius blinked from where he was, watching the two.

“Miss Delacroix? You call me all kinds of foul names and SHE gets Miss Delacroix, pleasant as can be?”

“Tea would be lovely, Kreacher; for both of us.”

“Of course Miss Delacroix,” Kreacher scurried off, leaving Sirius fuming.

“Why?! You’re muggleborn! You’re as bad as I am!”

“Did you miss the conversation I had with your mother? No, no no wait, let me try this a different way. Did you miss the part where after we broke up your brother developed an interest in me?” She had always known she would lie to Sirius about that. Lie like the dog she was trying to find. “Look, Sirius, stop. After that framed hellion died, Kreacher was alone. I’ve known where this house is since I was seventeen. I wasn’t going to leave him - Regulus died because Voldemort was willing to leave Kreacher to die. Your brother-”

“Was soft and an idiot and died because of Voldemort!”

“No he didn’t! He died trying to undermine him!” They had moved to the dining room, and Sirius had cast a silencing charm to prevent his mother from being awoken again by their snapping and snarling.

“How would you know? Where were you then when he was trying to be all noble and heroic, hmm? If you loved my brother then why weren’t you with him?!” Cassandra wasn’t near Sirius, but she still recoiled as if he had hit her. Tears rose into her eyes, hot and unbidden.

“He wouldn’t let me. He said it wasn’t safe. He said Kreacher would show him where to go, and Kreacher could get him out and then he DIED Sirius! I BEGGED HIM to not leave me!” She wished she were yelling, wanted to still be yelling, but she was choking out the words in a far softer voice than she had wanted to. She sat down in the nearest chair, leaning forward and hiding her face in her hands. She couldn’t breath, she couldn’t speak. Something whined a few moments later, and then bumped into her leg. She reached out, expecting Sirius to be sitting beside her, and instead her fingers curled into fur. Dog? Dog.

When the tears were done, the dog - Leo, yep, gray eyes - left the room, and Sirius came back. “You done yet?” His own eyes looked like he had been crying. Cassandra nodded.

“You have a dog.”

“Ah, yeah.”

“Gray eyes.”

“Mhm.”

“What’s his name?”

“Snuffles.”

“Looks like a dog that was dumpster diving at my house. I call him Leo.” Sirius narrowed his eyes on her for a moment, as if trying to frame that. “Better than calling him, say, Orion,” Sirius flinched at that. “Can we be done yelling?” She asked after the silence spread out between them. Kreacher came in with the tea cups, handing one to Cassandra and then taking the other to Sirius.

“Yeah. Yeah, we can be, Cassie,” her eyes were on her cup and they jerked up for a moment. Sirius sounded defeated. She dropped her eyes back to her cup, sipping her tea.

Silence.

“How exactly did you know where this was?” Sirius finally ventured, sitting beside her. She glanced over at him, and when gray met blue her heart dropped. The wrong gray. Too warm. Too naturally soft.

“Regulus. We went to Paris, that summer,” she swallowed, fought back more tears.

“And not once did you think to say something.”

“He firmly believed you didn’t care about him, Sirius. There wasn’t a thing I could say or do,” she spoke into her teacup.

“No, not about that. You didn’t tell me. You didn’t tell me anything about him, what was going on with him,” Sirius’s voice was accusatory. Cassandra wanted the dog back. The dog was nice, and comforting, and didn’t make her feel like she was a terrible excuse for a human being.

“What was I supposed to say, Sirius? Oh hey so when I started dating your brother I found out he was a Death Eater? No wait - I knew your brother was a Death Eater before we started dating, let alone before I started dating him, and I didn’t say a Goddamned thing to anyone because my first thought was ‘oh my fucking God they’ve hurt this boy if I tell anyone what else might happen to him?’ Because I can see that going really well. Honestly, I can see Slughorn going to Dumbledor, and then what? Azkaban that’s what,” she was frustrated - it was a circular conversation with a man she hadn’t seen in years, and... “How did you get out of Azkaban?!” She rounded on Sirius suddenly, light blue eyes alight with confusion and near panic. “You couldn’t have done that to James I know that good and well so what-”

“Shh. Stop. Breath,” Sirius held up a hand. He wasn’t emotionally, physically, or mentally capable of dealing with this. He put his teacup down, leaning forward to the woman who had left him for his idiot brother. Her eyes were flickering across his face, and he knew that it was concern there, not fear, not distrust, just worry and concern. “You’re right. I didn’t betray Lily and James. I would have never. Harry is my Godson. I should have...if I wouldn’t have chased Pettigrew that vial filthy RAT-” Sirius stopped himself. Took a deep breath. “I didn’t get a trial, you know. They just assumed I was like the rest of my family,” bitter, he was so very bitter. Cassandra leaned away instinctively. One too many Black meltdowns will leave a woman a little gun shy. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Look I just screamed at my could-have-been-mother-in-law and discovered you alive and well. You’re not going to surprise me much more,” Sirius smirked - oh good God that had been taken as a challenge. He stood up, stepped away from her, and untied his robe. “Sirius Black-” she started, becoming furious in a heartbeat. Right up til Leo/Snuffles was sitting there, wagging his tail, looking at her innocently. “Kreacher! This is just tea, right?”

“Yes Miss Delacroix, only tea, why does Miss Delacroix ask?”

“Uh...dog. Sirius. Sirius dog. Turned into dog,” the word ‘animagus’ didn’t even come to mind until the dog grabbed the robe and dragged it to a more hidden spot. And then Sirius was coming back around, tying his robe back on.

“Animagus.”

“Alright, yep, that about does it. Come here. Just, yeah, right down here,” Sirius leaned down, looking her right in the eye. Cassandra punched him in the chest. “Mark it off my bucket list, sleeping with both of the Black’s,” she stated as Sirius picked himself up. “I’m sorry,” she added as he rubbed his chest.

“Where did you learn to hit?”

“Oh somewhere between ‘boyfriend’s dead’ and ‘Voldemort’s dead’ you know, cover all my bases,” Cassandra was studying her nails - she’d chipped her manicure at some point.

The silence rolled out again. Finally Sirius broke it, being Sirius. “I know you’re upset, Cassie, but I can’t leave here except as a dog...”

“I’ll adopt you, Padfoot, so long as you keep pretending hard to not look at me when I change clothes.”

“Oh thank you Cassie,” utter relief in his voice.

#cassandra delacroix #i'm not actually tagging this #i really don't feel like dealing with that mess #i just wanted to write it

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davidpires578 · 7 years

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My Journey As A Creative Designer - Woodworking and Beyond #1811: The Comfort of Routine

The older I get, the more I seem to enjoy the concept of 'familiarity'. I will follow up that sentence with stating that I do NOT feel "that old". (Really!) I think that lately, though, the things that have come up unexpectedly have not exactly been things that I consider as 'pleasant'. I know that has nothing whatsoever to do with age, but for some reason, these days I don't feel quite as resilient as I have in the past. Is this due to circumstances? Or is it something that changes with time? Perhaps our life's experiences just seem to pile up on us as we age and because we have more memories to look back on, we tend to remember the most traumatic ones for the longest amount of time. I am not sure. Can you tell I have been 'thinking' a lot? Maybe too much, I fear . . . The concept of 'normal' is as different as each person who is asked to describe it. We all have our own version of what 'normal' is, and it changes daily. It changes as the things in our life change – like an ever-moving kaleidoscope. That is part of living. But large changes usually occur over time and with some warning. We plan. We implement. We ready ourselves for growth and change. To me, this is part of the concept of normal and I think I handle it very well. After all, without growth, we would become bored and stagnant. No one in their mind would want that. For myself, it is the huge, sudden changes that rock me to my core. These events often feel as if someone throws a bucket of ice water over our heads. (Remember the Ice Bucket Challenge not too long ago?) We feel stunned and uncomfortable and our daily routines are disrupted for quite a while in the wake of them. While I know they are part of life and living, I realize that they are part of life's process. They need to be acknowledged, respected and even embraced if we are to live our lives to the fullest. We need 'highs' and 'lows' so we can feel the difference between them. More often than not, they are learning experiences and if we are lucky, we come out of some of our deepest tragedies with a better sense of understanding. And that is a good thing, right? Last night I noticed that some of the small disrupted steps in my daily routine were gradually falling back into place. I blogged again. That was a good thing and something that I consciously did for myself. Later on, when I went to bed, Richard came upstairs with me as he had done before we lost Pancakes. He hadn't really been doing so since Pancakes died. Part of this was because he has been ill and part, I feel, was because he didn't understand that Pancakes was gone. He would come up into my bedroom and then he would circle around the room crying. He looked into the closet, under the bed and dresser and into the adjacent bathroom. I knew he was looking for Pancakes, as Pancakes used to be up there at night as well. When he came up last night and began this ritual, I talked to him gently and told him "No more Pancakes". Our one vet had told us that we need to keep 'discussing' that Pancakes is gone, no matter how difficult it was. He said that cats really do understand and they need to be comforted as we do. I continued this discussion while he looked in the usual places. When he was done, he stopped in the middle of the floor, looked at me, and then came up onto the bed and snuggled in my arms. I told him over and over "It is going to be OK." as I petted him gently. He settled down. A while later (as per our 'usual' routine) he jumped up and went downstairs. A few minutes later I heard him coming back upstairs, "meowing" as if he had something in his mouth. He jumped on the bed and presented me with the Little Pusheen knit toy that I keep on my desk.

I knew that things were getting back to 'normal' for him, too. This was something he had done nearly every day since the toy was given to me this summer, and hasn't done since Pancakes died. It was greatly comforting for me to know that Richard was healing, too. I don't mean to drone on about things, but it will always amaze me at how our emotions can have such a strong influence on how we perceive each day of our lives. With all other factors being equal, it seems our emotions can easily dictate whether we have a 'good day' or a 'bad day'. By recognizing this and making an active effort to remain positive, I truly believe that our lives will be positive as well. While I realize that this can't always be the case (as those days and weeks after losing my beloved kitty) I do realize that allowing myself to experience the grief and respect that as part of the process helped me cope with the loss and move on. This didn't happen overnight, but as the word 'process' indicates, occurs over time. I don't think I will ever 'get over' my loss, but the degree of sadness I feel will not always be so high. It will eventually be replaced by the fond memories and good parts of having my little friend in my life. I will heal and remember him with joy and be grateful for our time together. With that said, I am once again finding my 'creative self'' and getting back to doing positive things each day. I can't tell you how wonderful that feels! I wanted to show another new pattern that Keith created. I had forgotten to mention it when I showed all the new things on our site in yesterday's post. This is a plaque that is part of Keith's Self-Framing Leaf Bordered wildlife series.

It is a head shot of an elk and the pattern is available on the site here: SLDK243 I like the close-up head shot and I have encouraged Keith to create more patterns like this. As for myself, I have been doing some 'relaxing' painting in between mailing packages and doing all the computer work for the update. For me, 'relaxing' usually entails creating something designed by someone else. I find comfort in having someone else tell me what to do for a change. (Even if I veer off and add my own touches!) I decided to paint this lovely "Beeutiful Beehive Trio" pattern by Lynne Andrews:

I had sent Lynne some of the small beehive ornament surfaces that I designed (SLDPK132 - Beehive Bevel-Cut Ornaments) and this is what she came up with. Aren't they wonderful? I LOVE working with other designers and I have some really special projects planned in the near future with Lynne! She is not only talented but also a kind, funny and wonderful person. Wait until you see what we came up with! I used these pretty gold metal bee charms to accent the bottoms of the hives (

They really make them look amazing and special. I have my set hanging on my message board next to my desk here in my studio and they will find their place on my little 'all season' tree this spring. It was the perfect project to make during this snowstorm we had over the weekend. Finally, I wanted to share a photo of my little bunny ornaments that I showed in yesterday's post that my friend Gloria Steck painted. !https://s3.amazonaws.com/vs-lumberjocks.com/ojkjrvz.jpg!

Gloria decided to paint the bunnies on these lovely heart-shaped candle holders. These will be fabulous for spring and even Easter! I can imagine that you can paint the background in some pretty pastel colors to match your mood to make them more 'springlike'. They really are lovely this way and I love seeing others enjoy my patterns. Well, that is all for today. It appears I have another longer-than-normal post today. I suppose I have lots of thoughts to catch up with from the past month. Thanks for reading. I wish you all a wonderful Tuesday. :)

#woodworking #wood #working #miter #saws #Woodworking

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toreadorwriter · 5 years

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What happens in the dark ch 2: Marie's past.

"Let me out, I can help you solve your problems" the beast whispered seductively into Marie's thoughts.

Going upstairs, the nosferatu slammed the door and locked it and switched on the dimming lamp before flopping down in her bed.

Marie

Marie's thoughts mixed with the lullaby wafting through the air from the smoke led her to sleep and ignore the real world completely.

Five years earlier

While she was finishing touching up her makeup and curling her hair, she heard a knock on the door.

'''Let go of me! I won't tolerate this behavior!" she snapped and that caused Chris to chuckle obnoxiously.

"You don't scare me. Try to start some shit with me and I'll make sure you never play in this city again!" He threatened.

Marie instantly decided she didn't like the city much any how and tipped her drink over his head.

"Sir. I wouldn't do that if I were you. You might end up in prison or six feet under" Isaac said casually with just a hint of anger in his voice.

Surprised and scared from the speed of the other man, Chris backed off.

"Fuck you, she's not even cute anyway…." He muttered before slinking off like the coward he was.

Turning around ,Marie gave a sigh of relief

''Thank you so much for helping me, that guy was a total creep.”

Marie trailed off, entranced by Isaac. He looked so enticing under the lights in the ballroom.

If Isaac was alive,he'd blush from the look she was giving him. He also noticed Marie was wearing the delicate rose shaped necklace he had made especially for her in his shop the night they met.

Isaac led Marie to the dance floor and began to lead her in slow circles and pulled her closer to him. She breathed in his cologne scent and sighed contently.

“I could live in this moment forever” Marie said longingly into Isaac’s ear.

Isaac purred a response “we can live this moment forever in private, are you interested?”

Marie nodded and he lead her out into the night.

Isaac called one of his cars to the theater to take the pair back to Marie’s place. The driver was able to ignore the two in the back seat whispering sweet nothings during the ride home.

Marie stooped down to pet the friendly animal and even though this apartment wasn't to his taste, Isaac had to admit she did have creativity. He really liked that in a woman.

''Would you like to continue this night forever?”

“Yes”

Marie looked at it as if he just offered her a plate of deep fried cockroaches but regardless of her hesitancy, she obliged.

''Wow what ever you just did, I want more."

To be continued….

#vtmb au #vtmb oc #vtmb #vtm #vampire loving human

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