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nightsidewrestling · 7 months

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D.U.D.E Bios: Damian Lum / Damien Lucifarian (2021)

The King of Hell Damien Lucifarian

Same pic as Damien has not changed at all

The Leader of the group and an incredibly strong and strategic leader, Damian has what it takes to lead the girls into battle, and who he needs to control those who refuse his charm. But he also has his flaws, flaws which could easily cause his downfall, and he's made a lifelong enemy of Eddie Kingston.

"If you agree to this plan, I'll keep you alive."

Name

Full Legal Name: Damian Reginald Lum

First Name: Damian

Meaning: From the Greek name 'Damianos', which was derived from Greek 'Damazo' meaning 'To Tame'

Pronunciation: DAY-mee-an

Origin: English, Polish, Romanian, Dutch

Middle Name: Reginald

Meaning: From Reginaldus, a Latinized form of Reynold

Pronunciation: REHJ-ie-nald

Origin: English

Surname: Lum

Meaning: From the name of towns in England called 'Lumb', probably from Old English 'Lum' 'Pool'

Pronunciation: LUH-mb

Origin: English

Alias: The King of Hell, Damien Lucifarian

Reason: As a Christian, Damian would prefer to call himself 'The King of Hell' rather than 'The Devil'

Nicknames: Damo

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 61

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: British

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: August 2nd 1959

Symbols: The Leviathan Cross, The Colour Grey

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Christian

Native Language: English

Spoken Languages: English, Spanish, French, Latin, Hebrew

Relationship Status: Married (3rd Wife)

Astrological Sign: Leo

Theme Song: 'Sympathy For The Devil' - The Rolling Stones (1977-2015), 'Heaven Knows' - The Pretty Reckless (2015-)

Voice Actor: Hugh Laurie

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Blackburn, Lancashire, England

Current Location: Unknown

Hometown: Blackpool, Lancashire, England

Appearance

Height: 6'5" / 195 cm

Weight: 260 lbs / 117 kg

Eye Colour: Ice Blue

Hair Colour: Jet Black

Hair Dye: Dyes his roots and grey hairs black

Body Hair: Shaven when wrestling

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2021) 11

Piercings: Lobe Piercings (Both)

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2021) Vi Lucifarian, Billie Lucifarian, Geia Lucifarian, Honey Lucifarian, Eli Lucifarian, Sara Lucifarian, Yeray Marino, Flo Marino, Bano Marino, Judi Marino, Rino Marino, Nat Marino, Mac Marino, Ros Marino, Zac Marino, 'Monster' Mike, Sakurako, Ash Thunder

Enemies: (As of Jan 2021) Kirby Kingston, Eddie Kingston, The Rhydderch Family, Jon Moxley, Homicide

Friends: (As of Jan 2021) None

Colleagues: The AEW Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: Evil Uno, Penta Oscuro, Malakai Black

Closest Confidant: Nicole Lum

Mentor: Rhodri Rhydderch

Significant Other: Nicole Lum (57, Wife, Née Yap)

Previous Partners: Marion Kay (63, Ex-Wife), Linda May (60, Ex-Wife)

Parents: Adam Lum (82, Father), Eve Lum (83, Mother, Née Fry)

Parents-In-Law: William Yap (77, Father-In-Law), Henrietta Yap (78, Mother-In-Law, Née Rye)

Siblings: Maximus Lum (59, Brother), Arnold Lum (56, Brother), Xenophon Lum (53, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Matilda Lum (60, Maximus' Wife, Née Ash), Solange Lum (57, Arnold's Wife, Née Fay), Natalie Lum (54, Xenophon's Wife, Née Aue), Dream Ford (54, Natalie's Sister, Née Yap), Arlo Ford (55, Dream's Husband), Cyril Yap (51, Natalie's Brother), Zona Yap (52, Cyril's Wife, Née Gill), Bristol Gage (48, Natalie's Sister, Née Yap), Yahweh Gage (49, Bristol's Husband)

Nieces & Nephews: Too Many To List

Children: Viola Nye (42, Daughter, Née Lum), Ulysses May (39, Son), Wanda Ott (36, Daughter, Née Lum), Tristan Lum (33,Son), Xavia Aaron (30, Daughter, Née Lum), Sullivan Lum (27, Son), Yasmine Lum (24, Daughter), Roger Lum (21, Son), Zella Lum (18, Daughter)

Children-In-Law: Quentin Nye (43, Viola’s Husband), Kestrel May (40, Ulysses’ Wife, Née Coy), Heath Ott (37, Wanda’s Husband), Gardenia Lum (34, Tristan’s Wife, Née Day), Titus Aaron (31, Xavia's Husband)

Grandkids: Adam Nye (22, Grandson), Paulette Nye (19, Granddaughter), Benjamin Nye (16, Grandson), Olivia Nye (13, Granddaughter), Charles Nye (10, Grandson), Earl May (19, Grandson), Jane May (16, Granddaughter), Flint May (13, Grandson), Imogen May (10, Granddaughter), Magnolia Ott (16, Granddaughter), Laurence Ott (13, Grandson), Naomi Ott (10, Granddaughter), Daisy Lum (13, Granddaughter), Vance Lum (10, Grandson)

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: The Underworld

Trainer: None

Managers: None

Wrestlers Managed: The Lucifarian Sisters

Debut: 1977

Debut Match: Damien Lucifarian VS Yorath Rhydderch. Damien won by pinfall.

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Technician

Stables: The Lucifarian Family (1999-)

Teams: Post

Regular Moves: Body Scissors, Double Leg Takedown, European Uppercut, Frog Splash, Headbutt, Moonsault, Belly to Back Suplex, German Suplex, Sleeper Hold

Finishers: Seventh Circle (Double Ankle Lock), Keylock

Refers To Fans As: The People, The Peasants, My Loyal Subjects

Extras

Backstory: Damian has been divorced twice but is married to Nicole Lum and has been so for thirty-six years. Damian has been a wrestler since he was eighteen and married Viola’s mother, Marion, when he was nineteen. He has a total of nine kids, but only Viola wrestles. He got the idea of being the King of Hell when Viola started working with him, when she was twenty, from rereading the bible while drunk and asking Viola if she was his pride and joy. She jokingly replied 'I’m definitely your pride’.

Trivia: Nothing of note so far.

#D.U.D.E #Lucifarian #original character #Lum #C.R.C Wrestling Promotion

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mahvaladara · 2 years

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Arlo: Get away from him!

Arlo yelled as he rushed head unto the dangers. The dogs’ attention, momentarily stolen from the child and fully turned at Arlo. Stopped, midway as the dogs prepared to attack him and he concentrated his power and energy. He was not about to let a bunch of canines atack a child, regardless of what the child was.

In a matter of second, he had struck the four dogs with one charge spell. Electrucuting the four dogs, who yapping and whinning ran off into the forest, disappearing from sight.

With his heart racing, he watched the dogs ran, coughing blood into his hand. He ignored it and looked up at the tree, trying to see the wailing dragon.

#sims #sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #ts4 #ts4 story #the sims 4 story #ts4 gameplay #the sims 4 gameplay #the imortal #arlo #gen 1

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nicholejonesandfamily · 1 year

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Arlo: *nods* yap. Seems like ya got some cool stuff to show

Taffy: *grins more though tries to keep from irritating their eye* I'd sure say I do

#taffy the edm troll #arlo the edm troll

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mikkomacko · 4 years

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Sweet As Honey 15

Harry remembers this day perfectly last year. How he'd woken up to y/n starfished across the bed, a leg and an arm thrown over him and her impossibly full belly peeking out from where her pajama shirt got bunched up in her sleep. The sun was barely rising, and Harry still blames his early rousing on the 'gut feeling' he had about Arlo being born that day, but y/n knows he was just excited about his birthday and most likely woke up with a stiffy. He had rubbed his palm over her belly, hoping to feel their son kick against his palm but it was even too early for him. Harry woke y/n with dozens of kisses dotted to her face and belly, and his intentions became clear when he nibbled on her shoulder. Y/n had sleepily wished him a happy birthday, moaning softly under his lethargic kisses and somehow he managed to undress her without any complaints from his wife. He remembers literally being inches away from burying himself in her when she'd shot up like she'd been punched in the stomach, smacking into his chest with a gasp. Before he could ask what was wrong her thighs (and a little bit of him) were wet as were the bed sheets. And he remembers scrambling to the hospital, throwing the overnight bag over his shoulders after he'd thrown on random articles of clothing and helped y/n dress. Remembers rushing to the hospital, hands tight on the wheel as he listened to y/n harshly pant and whimper through contractions. He remembers sitting through hours of nothing but contractions and ice chips, remembers going a bit light headed when delivery started and he could see blood on the doctor's hands. And he'll always remember the sound of his son crying for the first time.

Harry thought that he'd spend every birthday for the rest of his life only being able to think about how it felt to hold Arlo for the first time, but that thought's completely out the window today, because y/n's got a firm hand on his cock and her mouth latched onto the junction where his thigh and pelvis meet.

"Fuck me," he groans, eyes squeezing shut and hands immediately flying to grip her hair. Her hum vibrates through his skin, obviously pleased that he's finally woken up. A loud pop sounds through the room as she pulls her mouth from him, skin throbbing with a blossoming hickey.

"Rain check until tonight?" She cheekily asks, and the curse on the tip of tongue morphs into a heavy moan when her lips move around the head of his heavily leaking prick. He finds himself nodding, lifting his head up to peer down at his wife. Once their eyes meet, his wet and bleary with sleep and arousal, y/n drops further down him until her hand meets her mouth.

"Bloody-"he throws his head back on the pillows, eyes squeezing shut and hips flexing up into her mouth. The hum that resonates through her tickles across his dick, body racking with pleasure. He can't stop the guttural groan that leaves his mouth, brain swirling.

His feet find the mattress, hips propelling up and shoving his cock further down her throat. He feels her hands tighten on his hips and her throat spasm, but like always, she takes him with no complaints. He lets up, knowing he can't be balls deep in her mouth as much as he'd like to because his poor girl needs to breathe. Hips falling back to the mattress, he whimpers softly as he tongue works around his head. His thighs twitch, waiting for her to sink down on him again.

"S'okay H, go ahead." Her voice is a little rough and sleepy, but she speaks to him firmly and moves her hands down to grip his thighs. Lips parted and awaiting his next move, Harry doesn't waste a second in guiding himself back down her throat. He takes it slow at first, not wanting to hurt her or make her uncomfortable. It's not until her eyes have dropped shut, staggering pants leaving her nose does Harry snap.

Head thrown back on the pillows, teeth clenched shut to keep from being too loud with their son only a room over, Harry fucks into her mouth with all he's got. His mouth can't even form anything other than guttural groans, but he hopes y/n knows that he wants to tell her he loves her, that's she's the most perfect wife in the world. And he thinks the same may be coming from her with the way she's tenderly stroking over the tattoos on his thighs and tummy, almost encouragingly. She offering silent praises to him for fucking her throat.

One of her hands drop to softly cup his balls, fingertips running over the sensitive skin, and that's what does Harry in. He stills, hips twitching against her mouth as his cock shoots ropes of cum into her. Harry feels like he's gone to heaven. He literally woke up to y/n sucking his soul out in the best way possible. What a way to go, he thinks happily, slowly falling back to the mattress. Y/n stays latched to the head of him, mouthing at his still drippy slit until he's calmed down to actually open his eyes again.

She makes her way back up his body, dotting his bare skin with wet little kisses as she goes. He tilts his head to the side when she reaches his neck, purring as she leaves a sucking kiss there. She moves up his chest, knees straddling his tummy and peering down at him. The sight makes him groan. He's been welcomed to heaven with her.

Eyes glossy but happy, lips swollen and red with spot on them, and hair tussled from his fingers, she smiles sweetly at him. "Happy birthday bub."

Harry closes their mouths in a needy kiss, stomach clenching pleasantly when he tastes himself on her. "I love you darling." Harry mutters against her lips, tangling his fingers in her hair again.

"I love you Harry." His head thumps back against the pillows, smiling all dopey at her. If his still throbbing cock is anything to go by, he knows she loves him.

Straightening out the table cloth he's thrown over the folding table, Harry looks up just in time to see Arlo smack a balloon out of y/n's mouth, the rubber material flying through the air and sputtering.

"Heeey," she whines, as he giggles happily and Harry can't help but chuckle too. The balloon lands in a heap at his feet, and he bends down to retrieve it and toss it back at his wife. She jostles in her lap, glaring dramatically at him. "you're ruining all of mumma's hard work!"

Arlo ghosts his fingers over her lips, eyes wide as if looking at the brightest star. Harry's pretty sure he looks at her the same way. "Mumma,"

Just as Harry expected, y/n gulps, and her breath trembles as tears well in her eyes. He tries not to laugh as she squeezes Arlo into her chest. "You're getting so big," she cries mournfully, "my baby boy is not a baby anymore!"

Arlo grunts against her chest, little arms wrapping as far around her as they can, and Harry decides it's time for him to swoop in before she hugs him so tight he pops.

"Of course he's still a baby," a Harry reassures, picking Arlo up of her lap and settling him on his hip. "he's our baby, huh? Always gonna be our baby aren't ya?"

Y/n sniffles sadly as Arlo gurgles what Harry thinks is supposed to be the word baby. He's getting better at speaking, trying out more words, but there's only a few he can really say, the main ones being daddy, mumma, and peas. Harry couldn't be more proud. In fact, he thinks those are the only three words Arlo needs to learn.

"How am I the one crying?" Y/n laughs sheepishly, wiping her cheeks. "I thought you'd be the mess today."

Harry makes an offended sound, bouncing Arlo in his arms. "Me? Never!" Arlo smacks his palm against Harry's jaw, smiling at his pout. "Big, strong daddy never cries." Y/n doesn't have to laugh because Arlo does it for her.

"You cried the whole day after he was born."

Unable to come up with an argument, Harry changes the subject. "You just keep blowing up balloons. Us birthday boys are gonna go get in the shower." He turns to the stairs just as y/n throws an empty balloon at his back, both of them giggling as he dashes up the stairs.

"Gotta look extra nice today, okay? Give mumma something to brag about."

Arlo babbles, splaying his fingers out over the swallows on Harry's bare chest. He digs a diaper out of the dresser drawer, tossing it on the bed before placing Arlo down on the sheets, towel still bunched around him. Harry quickly slips a pair of boxers and grey trousers, keeping an eye on his son to make sure he doesn't take a tumble off the bed or anything.

"Alright, no more naked baby," Harry lays Arlo down, tickling the bottom of his foot when he shoves it up towards Harry's face. He gets a deep belly laugh in response, Arlo laying back and smiling up at Harry, happily letting him put his diaper on. Harry had set aside their clothes last night, hanging them off to the side in his closet where y/n wouldn't spot them because he wanted to surprise her, and it makes his job of getting Arlo dressed easier.

Matching grey pants with black suspenders attached, a little white button up, and a dark green bowtie to top it off. It may be a little over the top, but Harry will always treat his family like royalty, especially on their birthday. And the same goes for him, he reminds himself, pulling his own black suspenders up and straightening his tie.

Arlo sits on the sink by him while he brushes his teeth, and then he uses his finger to rub some baby toothpaste on the few teeth Arlo's got, finally dabbing some cologne on his wrists (and a tiny bit on Arlo's too).

Harry holds him up in front of the mirror, grinning proudly at the baby that looks like a miniature him. "We look good mate." He nods, patting Arlo's bum when he grumbles an agreement. They head downstairs, Harry leaving the gates open since Arlo will be watched all day, knowing he won't be able to get close to climbing the stairs on his own without someone swooping in.

Theo is yapping at the front door, and Harry can hear y/n chatting excitedly with whoever's arrived. Balloons have now been hung up, tied in a row the crosses the living room and dining room, framed by green and yellow streamers. Plastic plates and bowls designed to look like footballs sit on the serving table, surrounding a cake in the shape of a Packers logo. HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY AND ARLO is piped in thick white icing on it, a big #1 candle for Arlo and a #26 for Harry.

"There they are!" Harry turns, almost tripping on Theo who's pawing at his pant leg excitedly. Kate and Scott greet the two boys excitedly, wishing them both a happy birthday with a hug. Kate attempts to pry her godson off of Harry's hip, but Arlo grumbles threateningly, the sound bordering on a cry and turn his head into Harry's shoulder.

"Good to know he's still attached to you like a leech." Scott jokes, clapping Harry on the back with a laugh. Harry shrugs at Kate's pout, smiling sympathetically.

"Give him a bit. He's not used to sharing his house with everyone."

"I think you mean he's not used to sharing you." Kate mumbles, reaching down to pick up Theo. The pup wiggles happily, licking her hand. "When did ya get this little beast?"

Y/n comes moves around them into the kitchen, Scott following her as she offers him a drink. "Christmas gift for this little beast." He laughs, jostling Arlo. That earns him another grumble.

Scott and y/n return, a beer in his hand and a cup of iced tea for Kate. Y/n, now noticing her boys, falters when she sees they're matching and Harry beams. Until her eyes well with tears again, and then he's trying not to laugh as he hugs her.

"We're having an emotional day," Harry says through surpressed giggles, finding the bewildered look on Scott's face to be even funnier than his wife. Y/n whines, pinching his side until he yelps.

The front door opening distracts everyone from y/n, who's trying to stop crying, and the obnoxious shout of "oi oi!" from the door let's Harry know that the Tomlinson's have arrived. Scott and Kate step up to greet them, giving Harry and Arlo a minute to smack kisses to his wife's face until she's giggling.

Steve and Marie come in with trays of food, sticking to the football theme with hot dogs, hot wings, and burgers. The food gets set up, and Harry and Arlo are passed around for hugs and kisses while y/n let's Theo out back. Chloe stacks gifts in the living room, most of which are for Arlo but Harry really doesn't care. His best gift is sat in his arms wearing a matching bow tie and playing with the buttons on his shirt.

It's a bit overwhelming when Nick, Lionel, and Liam all show up together, the three men being more rambunctious together than usual, especially when they see Louis is here as well. Harry's so caught up in trying to get Arlo to say hello to Liam that he misses Gemma and Anne arriving until y/n calls out to them. He knew they were coming, they were so excited when they received their invitation, but seeing them step into his house to celebrate his birthday for the first time in ten years is like the first drop of a roller coaster.

"Well aren't you two cute," Gemma says in greeting, reaching up to flick his bow tie. He rolls his eyes, noticing the wrapped present Anne is holding.

"Oh, you can put tha' over there." Harry says, using the present as a distraction from hugging either of them. He ignores the suddenly overwhelming need to cry, swallowing thickly and stroking his fingers up and down Arlo's back.

"Happy birthday you two." Anne says shyly, lips twitching in a nervous smile. Harry thanks her, calling Gemma away from y/n so he can take them for introductions with Kate and Scott. Anne finds a spot with Steve and Marie, and Gemma settles in with Chloe and Kate. Charlie runs over to try and play with Arlo, but he's still upset with the thought of not being carried around by Harry so he sends his niece and nephew out back to play with Theo. Steve ends up following, being a sucker for dogs.

Harry meets up with y/n in the kitchen where she's making more punch. "Thank you for the party darling." He murmurs, coming up behind her to press a kiss to her cheek.

"Don't have to thank me. I've been waiting for an excuse to actually throw you a party." She teases, turning around to wrap her arms around his waist. Arlo lays his head on Harry's chest, watching his mom fondly. She leans in, kissing his chubby cheek.

"Last year at this time I was feeding ya ice chips while you cried." Harry whispers, eyes stinging with tears again. Y/n notices, but she doesn't draw attention to it. She knows how swamped he must feel with everyone being here today, especially Anne and Gemma. He was so heartbroken when they didn't show up last year that it's probably a little much to finally have them here. Not to mention the fact that the first year of his baby's life has gone so fast.

"S'your fault. Gave our son your big head."

Harry laughs wetly, pecking the crown of Arlo's head and then y/n's forehead. He should feel bad for not being out with the guests right now, but it feels so nice to have a moment of just the four of them that he doesn't care. Like Arlo, he doesn't want to share either.

Harry and Arlo are sat at the head of the table, the Packers cake placed in front of them and candles lit. He feels a bit odd being under such heavy attention, but he doesn't worry about it too much because Arlo starts crying as soon as they start singing. He burrows in Harry's chest, the miniature cake hat that matches Harry's falling off his head as he wails. Harry bounces him, laughing a bit. Arlo doesn't calm down until the signing has stopped, still hiccuping when Harry turns him around for a picture and then blows out the candles. The cheering makes him grunt angrily, slinking lowly in Harry's lap.

"You used to cry on your birthday too." Gemma tell him as y/n passes around cake. Marie starts the tale of Louis doing it too, claiming it's a 'boy thing' because y/n loved being sang to on her birthday. That makes Harry smile, knowing that to this day she blushes and smiles all pretty on her birthday.

Him and Arlo share their slice of cake, majority of it ending up as mush on Arlo's face. He does enjoy the frosting, so much so that he ends up smearing it all across Harry's face trying to feed some to him. He has to take off his tie that's had cake dropped on it, and Arlo's button up and tie end up in the laundry room as well.

They move to the living room for presents, Arlo receiving an abundance of toys and clothes from everyone, but much to Harry's surprise, his favorite gift comes from Anne and Gemma. It's an old baby bath towel, the corner turning into a good that makes a beaming frog. The fabric is worn but soft, and Arlo immediately throws it over his head with a squeal. The picture in the box is what makes Harry freeze.

It's him. Him when he couldn't have been much older than Arlo is now, sat in a diaper on his father's lap. He's got the towel thrown over his head, face scrunched up in a smile that matches his father. Harry had forgotten about the towel, and he hadn't known that this picture even existed.

"What is it?" Louis asks, nudging Harry with his foot. Harry hesitates, not sure if he wants to share the special photo with everyone. But then Arlo crawls into Harry's lap, eyes barely visible under the too big hood and he smiles.

"Daddy," he coos, chubby fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt again and Harry realizes that if this were him and Arlo, he'd like to think his son would proudly show him off.

"S'me and my dad." Harry grins shyly, handing the photo over. He doesn't look up as it's passed around, not wanting to see everyone's pitiful looks or sympathetic smiles. Instead he brings Arlo to his chest, hiding his nose in his babies little shoulder. Arlo's arms wrap around his head tightly and his legs slink around his torso.

"Daddy," he says again, as if telling the whole world that this is his father and he's the absolute best father ever.

"Yeah bug," he murmurs, "s'me. And I love you so much."

Harry feels good as he throws another crushing hit to Liam's hand. He's not tired, nothing in his body seriously aches, he's still focused. And it's refreshing. He feels like he hasn't fought in years, spending weeks resting after his concussion and then taking time off for his family. Maybe he should've trained more, gotten more ready for such a serious tournament, but he thinks the time off did him well. His family is healing, his son just turned one, and his beautiful wife is growing bigger with his baby each day. He's got everything together.

"That's it H!" Liam encourages, absorbing each hit with only a grimace on his face. After all these years, his palms are used to taking the brunt of Harry's beatings. "Finish it!" Fueled by the cheer, Harry throws a few more quick but hard punches, knowing the final hit would've been a KO.

He smirks, rolling out his tense shoulders as Liam shakes out his hands. He moves off the mat, loosening his gloves with his teeth and peeling them off. He flexes his taped knuckles, accepting the towel Liam tosses him to dry off his sweaty torso and neck.

"Cool down on treadmill?" Liam asks but Harry knows it's an order. He gulps down some water, tossing the towel to the side and heading to the treadmill. He keeps the speed low, lightly jogging as he removes the tape on his hands.

"Ready for this weekend?" Liam asks him, leaning against the wall in front of Harry. He crosses his arms over his chest, nodding at Harry’s speed approvingly.

"Yeah. I feel really good, think I can give Martin a good fight." Harry tries not to be too prideful but it's hard when he finally feels like his life is becoming what he's always wanted it to be.

Liam chuckles, leaning over to check Harry's heart rate on the machine. "What about the missus and the babies? Gonna do okay without them?"

Harry's smile falls, eyebrows dropping at the reminder. The fight this weekend is out of town, two nights before he'll get to come home and it just didn't seem right for the whole family to go. Arlo can't go to the fight, which means they'd have to take a babysitter (Anne and Gemma most likely) but there's really no reason to take everyone. And y/n and Harry are still too attached to leave him for two nights, meaning y/n stays home too. Besides, she should be getting restful, comfortable sleeps in their bed at home. Not some hotel in a rowdy city after sitting on the rough benches in an old gym.

"I'll be fine," Harry says, most trying to assure himself. "s'not my first overnight fight without them."

He lowers his speed to just a walk, chest feeling a little heavier. He knows he can handle two nights without his family, but he doesn't really want to. He hates waking up in a bed without y/n, and he knows it'll be worse now that's she pregnant again. He's not just leaving one baby behind, he's leaving two.

"It'll go by quicker than you think." Liam promises, and Harry shuts off the treadmill, stepping down. He follows Liam back to the bench, praying that the rundown for this weekend goes by quickly. He's eager to shower and head home so he can snuggle up with his wife and babies.

Harry's crying, and it's pathetic, and he knows that. But he couldn't care less. Y/n has got Arlo on her hip, looking so small and cute with his two babies, and he just wants to wrap the three of them up and never let go. But he can't. Because he's got a fight to get to and a family to provide for. You can set them up for life, he reminds himself as he pecks Arlo's forehead and y/n's belly.

"I'll call you when I get there, yeah?" Harry mumbles, tongue feeling heavy in his mouth.

Y/n nods. "And before bed?"

"And in the morning." He promises, eyelashes fluttering when she reaches out to brush a stray curl off his forehead. Y/n jostles Arlo on her hip, and Harry turns to him with a fake stern look on his face, not wanting to crack under the piercing frown his son is giving him.

"You be good for mumma, okay? Man of the house this weekend. Gotta make sure her and the bub are eatin' and sleepin' good. Don't want to come home to any messes." Arlo grunts, obviously displeased with his dad's departure and not wanting to hear the 'responsibilities' Harry's bestowed upon him.

"Daddy," Arlo whimpers, reaching out to Harry with a pout on his pink lips. He shouldn't, but Harry cradles his baby to his chest anyway for a last minute snuggle.

"I know baby," he whispers, "but s'only for a couple days. I'll be back before ya know it." He lifts Arlo away from his neck, taking in his pouty baby. The light onesie he's wearing and the clear skies above make his eyes shine with a baby blue glimmer, and Harry wishes he could just look at him forever.

The longing look Harry's give his son is heartbreaking, and it's even worse when Arlo returns the same gaze back. He grumbles something that sounds like 'miss' and Harry takes that as Arlo letting him know that he'll miss his daddy. "I'll miss you too bub, but you know I love you more than anything."

Arlo's tiny lip wobbles sadly at the soft spoken sentiment, and Harry immediately brings him back to his chest. It's the first little cry that makes Harry's eyes burn with tears and he squeezes his eyes shut as he splatters kisses to Arlo's head.

"We'll be okay Harry," y/n comforts, taking the wailing baby from Harry. Arlo curls into her chest, little body wracking with sobs. His own lip wobbles, y/n cupping his cheek to assure him that they'll be okay.

"I love you," he swears, leaning into to kiss her deeply. She happily kisses him back, mumbling the promise back to him. With one last fleeting kiss to each of them, Harry drags his feet towards Nick car that's holding a very patient Nick and Liam. His bag's already been loaded in the trunk, so he climbs in the backseat, waving sadly at his family on the doorstep. Y/n returns it, smiling sympathetically as he shuts the door. He tries not to look at them as Liam quickly drives away, not wanting to give Harry an opportunity to jump out. It's not until the gate leading up to the driveway shuts behind them that Harry scrambles for his phone, clicking y/n's contact.

"Hiya love," she greets cheekily, "miss me already?"

"Yes," Harry answers honestly, "and I forgot to remind you to lock the doors and set the alarm. I'll check the gates and stuff."

Y/n giggles at his protectiveness. "I will Harry." She promises, knowing he worries. Every time he's ever had to leave her home alone he's taken the time to remind her to be safe and let her know that he'll be watching over them when he can.

"Good," he murmurs, wiping at the tear that dribbles down his cheek. He can hear Theo yip happily, followed by a wet giggle and his chest feels lighter knowing that Arlo's being cheered up already. The dog was a damn good idea.

"There's a bag in the backseat with you-" Harry looks over, finding the reusable bag sitting on the floor of the car, "s'got some stuff for the trip for you."

He hauls it onto the seat, smiling when he finds his favorite snacks and banana smoothie, including a container of peas and mashed potatoes. "I love you." He breathes, smiling when he finds a travel sized blanket and one of her the pillow cases for their bed folded up.

"I love you too,"

"I'm gonna make you proud." He swears, wiping at his wet cheeks.

"You already have Harry." Y/n assures him, and he can't help but choke out another sob. He's always been quite the crybaby when it comes to his family. He loves them so much and he's got a chance to take care of them for the rest of their lives, all starting with the fight tomorrow night. He's not going to let this one get away from him.

#sweet as honey #Smut #sweet as Honey smut #Harry Styles #dad harry styles #daddy harry styles #boxer harry styles #husband harry Styles #harry styles au #one direction #fluff

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bearly-a-clown · 4 years

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Nobody on youtube knows how to puppeteer. Every single puppet has flappy yaps including Arlo. Although brownie points for Arlo’s lower jaw being the bit moved instead of the top like everyone else seems to think is correct. (it’s not)

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katedoesfics · 4 years

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Lacuna | Chapter 4

“Debt collector’s agency?” Gale echoed. He hesitated. “There is such a thing… but I didn’t know your father had any debt. Next time they stop by, send them to me so we can work out a deal. You’ve worked hard for Portia, so it’s the least we can do.”

Kahli sighed. “Thanks,” she muttered. She couldn’t believe it was true, which is why she came to the mayor as soon as she could. But it seemed that there was a very real possibility that it was true, and that her father had left her to clean up his mess.

“You should also have a talk with Martha,” Gale continued. “She had to deal with some debt when her husband passed. Maybe she can give you some legal pointers?”

It was better than nothing, and it gave her a chance to see more of the town instead of being stuck in a workshop without a clue as to what to do. She followed Gale’s directions until she found Martha. After introducing herself, she explained the situation to her.

“I’m so sorry to hear that you’re dealing with your father’s debt,” Martha said, sounding sincere. “Though, from what I can remember, he didn’t seem like the type who’d be in debt. I’ve had to deal with the debt agency before. The point man around Portia is actually Mr. Isaac, so they’re very easy to deal with and very fair. Don’t worry too much!”

“Isaac?” Kahli echoed. She raised a brow. “That’s not who approached me.”

“That can’t be right,” Martha started. “Unless something happened that I’m not aware of. Mr. Isaac should still be the sole representative in our town. Maybe you should talk with him. I’m sure he’ll set the record straight.”

It seemed she would be spending the day running around town. But at least she could put off ruin diving for another day.

The older gentleman wasn’t hard to find, and to her surprise, he confirmed what she so desperately needed to hear.

“What are you yapping about? Your father didn’t have any debt. Heck, I’d even classify him as a penny pincher during his time here. Whoever came to you wasn’t from the debt agency.”

“They called themselves Agent T and Agent H,” Kahli explained.

“Tuss and Huss!” Isaac growled. “These two buffoons are at it again!”

“I’m sorry?”

“Those two idiots are brothers from around Portia. They’re bandits, or at least they try to be. They make some trouble now and then, but they’re mostly just a pair of imbeciles.”

Kahil wanted to feel relieved that there was no debt to be paid, but she wasn’t sure how much trouble these two men would cause her. “What should I do?”

“Well, I’d ignore them, but that’s just me. Maybe you can have the Civil Corps do something about it.”

Kahli sighed. At the very least, it seemed the people of Portia were familiar with these two. Hopefully they would be dealt with swiftly. The last thing she needed, however, was an enemy making trouble for her in the future.

Kahli found her way up the hill toward the Civil Corps building. Arlo was standing outside at the stables, grooming his horse.

“And what do I owe this pleasure?” he said in greeting.

“I hear you can take care of problems,” Kahli said.

Arlo grinned. “Maybe I can. What trouble have you gotten into already?”

Kahli explained the situation to him, and Arlo laughed.

“Huss and Tuss? Doing what? Ha! That’s pretty clever of them.”

Kahli crossed her arms and raised a brow. “Hysterical.”

Arlo cleared his throat. “How much time did they give you? A week? I’ll be sure to show up that morning as well.”

“That’s it? You’re just gonna show up and tell ‘em to piss off? I could have done that.”

“They’re harmless,” Arlo assured her. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. No damsels in distress on my watch, hm?”

“Listen,” Kahli sneered. “I’m not a damsel.” She stuck her nose up at him and turned away. “Next time I see ‘em I’m punching their lights out.”

“You know, you really shouldn’t tell me that, because then I’d have to arrest ya.”

“Do it!”

Arlo folded his arms over his chest and grinned as she stormed away.

She wasn’t exactly thrilled with his response, but then again, it was a relief that he wasn’t more concerned. Maybe they were harmless, but still, it was not the way she wanted to start her day. She wanted to hit something. Hard.

She stopped in front of the ruin in town. Guess she would be doing some mining after all. A perfect way to take out some of her frustration.

It was easy to lose track of time in the dark ruins. And to her surprise, she didn’t tire as quickly as she thought she would. It was getting late in the evening when she finally stepped out, her bag full of what she hoped would be enough copper and tin to start smelting the bars she would need to being work on the bridge.

She dropped her materials in the workshop and, feeling like she had a successful day, she turned in for the night, sleep taking over as soon as her head hit the pillow.

To her relief, Huss and Tuss did not make an appearance the next morning, and she was left to her own devices, puttering away in the workshop as she attempted to work the machines. Like the ruins, she lost track of time in the run down building, and by the timer her stomach reminded her to eat dinner, she had enough wood planks, copper pipes and bronze plates to being construction of the bridge.

The following morning, she began the process of lugging the materials down to the river. She dumped everything on the ground, and with her hands on her hips, she stared at the river. She had a general idea of how to being building the bridge, but as she looked at the space between the shores, the task seemed daunting.

She sighed. All she could do was just begin. And the most logical thing to start with was the legs of the bridge. Which would need to be placed in the water. How convenient.

With a hammer and nails and a bag full of tools, she rolled up her pants and set to work. It took her the majority of the morning to get two of the four legs completed, and it was only after losing many nails in the sand and a lot of cursing. She banged her thumb so many times she thought it would be flattened by the end of the day. Still, she wasn’t about to give up. She had nothing else going for herself. The least she could do was prove she could build a damn bridge.

Then again, if she ended up a total failure, maybe she could convince Huss and Tuss to help her fake her own death so she could leave town forever.

She was finishing the second leg of the bridge when she heard the sound of trotting hooves coming near. She bit her lip, ignoring whoever was coming up the road, and focused on keeping the leg anchored down in the water. She squatted and leaned forward in an attempt to reach the piece she needed, but the sand slipped from underfoot, and with a shout, she fell into the river, completely submerged.

She cursed when she broke the surface and coughed out the water she accidentally swallowed in her surprise. She pushed her wet hair out of her face, and when she blinked the water out of her eyes, she met Arlo’s gaze, a grin plastered on his face.

“I know you’re not a damsel in distress,” he started. “But can I at least offer a hand?”

“I’m swimming,” Kahli said stubbornly.

“Fully clothed?”

“What? Were you expecting me to be naked?”

His cheeks reddened slightly. “Most people wear a bathing suit.”

“Well, I guess I’m not most people,” she muttered.

“No. I guess not.” He stretched out a hand, and Kahli begrudgingly took it, letting him pull her out of the water.

She groaned and looked down at herself. She pulled her hair into a pony tail and sighed. She sat on the ground, her arms folded across her chest.

“Are you… pouting?”

“No!”

Arlo sat beside her. Neither of them spoke for a moment. Kahli watched his horse graze, his tail swishing listlessly in the breeze.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Kahli finally said.

“Sure.”

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

Arlo smiled. “You fooled me.”

Kahli rolled her eyes. “Shut up.”

“You know,” he started. “No one expects you to solve the world’s problems or anything.”

Kahli sighed. “I can’t even build a damn bridge.”

“For someone who has never picked up a hammer in her life, I think you’re far exceeding anyone’s expectations.”

Kahli blew a wet strand of hair out of her face. “I’m not my father,” she said. “I think everyone assumes I am.”

“No one thinks that.”

“Good,” she said. “I’d never want to be compared to him.”

Arlo glanced at her, hesitant.

“Whatever,” she grumbled. She got to her feet and turned to stare at her work so far.

“Can I help?” Arlo asked, standing at her side.

Kahli scoffed. “Please. You go ride into the sunset and leave the tough work to the damsels.”

Arlo laughed. “Suit yourself,” he said, turning away from her.

“Wait.” Kahli hesitated. “My thumb really hurts.”

“I’m not a doctor.”

“Just,” she snapped, then sighed. “Can you please help me figure this shit out? I can’t hammer my thumb any more…”

Arlo smiled. “Alright,” he said. “But I want credit for this. I want my named carved into this thing and a plaque.”

“You can have a piece of pie.”

“Deal.”

#lacuna #mtap #my time at portia #fic #fanfic #lacuna4

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cardiacarrestsweetheart · 3 months

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random but i cannot for the life of me pronounce the th sound. as a kid i just refused to try and learn it properly and i never did so now my friends (AND THEIR PARENTS) tease me for it cuz it just comes out as f and i lay in bed thinking about why i can’t pronounce the goddamn sound

#yap yap yap #i wanted to share this #because it is like one of the only interesting things about me #perky fact!#as arlo would say

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cheesysoup-arlo · 1 month

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Thank you @superhaught for tagging me in this picrew thing

The hair isn’t 100% accurate but I fell like I did pretty good

(No pressure tag): @ashecampos @auliisflower @idontplaytrack @bugs013

#tag game #arlo yaps

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spiderman-homecomeme · 5 years

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Hey! I just wanted to say can you write anything about jealous spideychelle? Just some fluff, nothing serious. If you take requests, of course! Thank You. ❤ I've read all of your masterlist and its awesome! Loved it so much. You really know how to compose a story. 😍❤

Hi! Thank you so much for the kind words!! Sorry this took forever, but here it is!! I hope you like it :)

Here’s a brief, sweet sweet 700 words of pure ruff fluff

a gif for reference, if u will:

“I’m definitely a cat person,” MJ starts, her tone light, a smile tugging up at the corners of her mouth as she leans down. “But this might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Arlo—her neighbor’s new pitbull puppy that she’s been entrusted to babysit—yaps happily as Michelle takes him into her arms, wriggling in her grasp as he tries desperately to lick her face.

Peter can’t help his playful grin. “I thought you said I was?”

“That was said in a moment of weakness.” She glares.

“But you still said it,” he teases.

MJ pauses thoughtfully, holding Arlo away for a moment, lips pursing in mock-contemplation as she looks between her boyfriend and the pup. Same chocolate brown, puppy-dog eyes—one literal and one figurative—the same happy-go-lucky energy, the same pure soul.

The same need for constant love and affection.

“Okay, well you’re a close second,” she deadpans, nodding firmly.

Peter deflates only slightly, but it’s nearly impossible to miss his slight pout.

Michelle has to laugh. “I mean, come on Pete,” she holds Arlo out to him, Simba-ing the pup a la The Lion King. “Do you see this face? It’s no contest.”

And honestly, she has a point. It’s a pretty darn cute puppy. Peter can’t argue that. “I don’t know…” He trails off, watching longingly—okay, so it might be a little bit pathetic—as Michelle hugs the small puppy, planting a gentle kiss on the top of it’s head.

“And he smells like brand new life. It’s amazing.”

MJ’s only ever that soft when they’re alone, and he’s come to really treasure those moments.

She eyes him suspiciously, a half-grin plastered on her face. “Are you seriously jealous?”

“What?!” Peter practically yelps, voice raising an octave. “No!” He laughs, folding his arms across his chest as he vehemently shakes his head.

She quirks a brow at him. She doesn’t buy it. “Dude, it’s a puppy.”

“Shut up! I’m not jealous!”

“Kinda sounds like you are.”

Peter groans in exasperation at her relentless teasing, dramatically flopping onto the couch, hiding his face under the crook of his elbow, letting out a muffled, “I’m not!”

MJ lets out a hearty laugh, one that only comes out when she’s around Peter. “Okay, okay, you drama queen,” She moves to sit next to him, gently placing Arlo on the hardwood floors below.

He looks up at her, big brown eyes pleading, comically wide and a little bit wistful.

She can only take so much of it before she cracks. “Jeez, okay, I take it back.”

Peter sits up, smiling. “Wait, so I’m still number one?”

He really is the human embodiment of a golden retriever.

She huffs, unable to hide the flicker of amusement behind her eyes as she tries her best to glare. “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

The triumphant, beaming smile that appears on his face only lasts for a moment, before it fades, and he nods calmly, attempting nonchalance. “Cool,” he says, toning back his excitement, though the air still seems to vibrate around him.

MJ reaches out, ruffling his hair before rising from the couch. “Come on, boy. Let’s take him on a walk,” her voice trails off as she leaves the room to find the leash.

“‘Kay,” Peter calls back.

“I was talking to Arlo.”

It’s Peter’s turn to laugh, shaking his head. He shifts his attention to the puppy at his feet. Arlo paws at his jeans, head tilting perfectly as he stares back up at the boy, a quiet boof escaping his small body.

Maybe MJ was onto something here.

Peter relents, picking up the pitbull and holding him close, unable to stop himself from petting the baby-soft fur as he takes in a deep breath. She was right; there really was nothing like that new-puppy smell.

He tries his absolute to fight the smile as Arlo twists back, licking at his face, but it’s a futile effort.

“Okay, okay,” Peter mumbles softly to the puppy. “You win.”

#spideychelle #petermj #peter parker x michelle jones #peter parker #michelle jones #prompt #not a whole lot of jealousy #but i hope it works!!#who is cuter: peter or puppy #peter has met his match #fluff

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alcjandrosalazcr-blog · 5 years

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some things are meant to be || an alejandro self para

WHERE: New York City; a dingy backroom, a spacious apartment in Brooklyn Heights, and the parks around the neighbourhood WHEN: A good few years ago WHAT: Alejandro gains ownership of a dog he didn’t want; a story of love and compassion, about a sad man finding kinship in a sad dog.

“Estupido.”

The dog didn’t respond. It just sat there on the floor, before Alejandro, head resting on paws as it stared up at him. Alejandro frowned in response, and the dog’s head seemed to perk up, as if expecting something good to happen.

“Fuckface. That seems to be a good name for you.”

The dog sat back down, resuming his original position, staring at Ale’s shoes and probably wondering when he would take them off. Ale carefully moved his feet away from the dog, still staring intently at it, as if they were in a stand off of some sort.

12.22 AM; a dingy backroom of a bar, deep in the alleys of downtown New York

“Double or nothing. Loser takes a sip of that.” The man pointed at the shot glass filled with hot sauce, and they all laughed. Alejandro merely smiled, leaning back in his chair as the original man shuffled the cards again. This was always fun, a great way to spend the weekends, in Ale’s opinion. He had been frequenting this spot ever since they began business in this area. The guys were nice, the table was always fair, and these men didn’t know Alejandro’s last name.

The fluorescent lighting cast harsh glares across the table, making every player’s face look more ghastly, more dangerous somehow. Ale picked up his cards; he was confident he had a good hand this round. Poker wasn’t Alejandro’s strongest suit, for he didn’t quite understand the meaning behind gambling. But he knew the rules, he could fake it till he made it. And he had tremendous self-control; cutting himself off after a limit, as to not make a fool of himself.

“Fold.” This sentiment soon followed through the table. “What’s on the line again?” “That dumb thing in the corner, plus all this mula, lads.” Ale’s eyes fell about the slumbering beast in the corner, it’s breathing loud through the ruckus. An ugly thing, Ale shook his head. He placed his cards on the table. A winning hand.

“You lucky bastard.”

“Well, I will take this cash, thank you gentlemen.”

“Well, you gotta take that mutt too. It’s the rules, dude.”

Alejandro looked at the slumbering beast. It had woken up, staring at the table. Staring back at Ale. There was no way in hell that was going home with him.

An hour later

“Come here....stupid....dog..” This was one stubborn creature, and Alejandro didn’t like this deal one bit.

08.00 AM; Alejandro’s apartment

Breakfast had been awkward. Alejandro didn’t remember being home the dog, leaving it in the living room while he collapsed into his bed, till he woke up to yapping by the foot of the structure. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and came face to face with the mutt. “ Dios mío, you are one ugly mutt.” He was taken aback by the scowling dog, but at least he was awake.

That thing followed him around the apartment as Alejandro did his bathroom business. He tried to ignore the damn thing, especially when it sat by his sink when he brushed his teeth. “The heck do you want?” Alejandro asked, mouth full of toothpaste and foam. The dog responded with a whimper, and the man just shook his head.

Breakfast was a simple affair; Alejandro fried some bacon, made some eggs, complained about his empty carton of orange juice and instead, settled for the tea. The dog growled at the smell of frying bacon and Ale threw a piece on the floor. And then felt some disgusting emotion like pity and threw another piece for the dog.

10.00 AM; still Alejandro’s apartment

“Estupido.”

“Fuckface. That seems to be a good name for you.”

“Whatever. Stay. Sleep. Whatever.”

Alejandro had to go out for the day, leaving the dog in his apartment. He decided that if he was going to be a dog owner, he might as well get that thing some food. And whatever the hell dogs needed.

5.00 PM; the pet store

A common misconception is that Alejandro Salazar probably never owned a dog in his life. Which was wrong. When Ale was younger, he had a dog. A German Shepherd called Benito. He loved his dog very much, and there were pictures around their childhood home to prove that. Everywhere Alejandro went, Beni joined him. That dog was Alejandro’s life, the one creature he would fight his brother for, the creature he’d go to hell and back for.

That was, of course, till he decided he wanted no part of the Salazar name and packed his bags to leave, at eighteen. He handed Benito’s leash to Regina and asked her to take care of Beni till he came back. Alejandro would never forget Beni’s cries when he walked out that door. He carried a picture of Beni in his back pocket, up until his arrest. That picture was lost with the rest of his belongings.

When Alejandro came back, things weren’t the same. Benito died; he had grown old and lived a full life with Ale and the Salazars. It would have broken Ale’s heart, if what he had been through hadn’t gotten to him first. But that was the thing; Ale never owned any other pets after that. He never went to pet stores, never wanted another creature to replace what Benito had meant to him.

9.00 PM; back in Alejandro’s apartment.

The dog had peed on Alejandro’s carpets.

11.00 PM; the apartment, obviously

“You know what’s the perfect name for you? Rolando. ‘Cause the only bigger asshole than you is my father.” Alejandro was disposing of the gloves and cleaning supplies that he had used to scrub the carpets.

The dog was sat on the floor, watching Alejandro at work, tongue sticking out.

“Fuckface.” Still no response.

“Rolando.” Nothing. The dog just looked behind him instead.

“I fucking hate you.” If he could shrug, he would have. Instead, the dog just closed his mouth. The loud breathing angered Alejandro, who just walked away from the dog, and into his bathroom.

Before Ale could hear the padding footsteps, “Don’t follow me.” The creature stood by the bathroom door, apparently enjoying the sounds of a running shower. He did follow Ale into his bedroom, sleeping in the empty corner of the room while Ale settled into his slumber.

The breathing was the only thing present in Alejandro’s dreams, a change from the less than pleasant landscape in his dreams.

A few weeks later; a neighbourhood park. And no, Alejandro still hasn’t named the dog

The dog was surprisingly agile for his age, walking on it’s four short legs and keeping up with Alejandro’s pace, which the latter considered to be quite lazy. It had been the first time in a while since he had some free time, so what better way to spend it than to take the dog out on a walk.

Ale had been warming up to the creature. The heavy breathing, pitter pattering of footsteps around his apartment, the constant presence of someone else around the place felt good. It felt very nice, as much as Ale hated to admit that. He was getting comfortable with the dog. It still wasn’t taking to the names Alejandro was throwing.

They walked through the park, in companionable silence as Ale took in the view before him, and the dog just walked through the crowd, strangely not running after the birds or the stray balls in the park. “Old chap, aren’t ya? I get that...Got our old souls in these damn young bodies.”

The dog seemingly agreed. And then some kid screamed, “Arlo!”, running after another kid, and that made the dog before Alejandro bark. The most excitable Alejandro had ever seen the dog in a long time.

“Is that what you’d like to be called, bud? Arlo? Fine then, fuckface. That’s your new name, Arlo.” The dog looked up with him, with adoration. Another new emotion that Alejandro had never seen the dog present before. This was a breakthrough, because it made Alejandro happy to see Arlo happy.

For the first time in a long time, Alejandro bent down to scratch the dog’s muzzle, and in response, Arlo licked his face and it made some emotions in Ale’s heart escape. Maybe he needed another Benito in his life.

But this time, he was called Arlo.

#drabble #the pen is always mightier than the sword; drabble #will you call me a saint or a sinner; media #donut ask why i wrote this #im tired now

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