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[inevitably-johnlocked]

JL Fic Recs: Angst With Happy Ending Pt. 3

Hey all!!

OKAY, so... I somehow LOST the original ask that this list was supposed to attach to, so I’m going to just offer it as a standalone list, because I need it posted for another ask I have, LOL.

So, for whoever asked about 2 months ago for Angst with a Happy Ending, this one is for you, LOL. I’m sorry, I have no idea why your post disappeared from my drafts. Enjoy, all, a rare List Without an Ask :). ENJOY!! And as usual, add your faves! <3

ANGST WITH HAPPY ENDING Pt 3

See also:

Angst With a Happy Ending

Angst With a Happy Ending Pt. 2

Angsty Fluff

A Room of One's Own by whitchry9 (K+, 2,174 w., 5 Ch. || S2 Timeline, Hurt/Comfort, Supernatural, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Coma, John Whump, Worried Sherlock, POV John, Angst, Friendship/Bromance, Hospital) – When a severe head injury lands John in a coma, somehow he ends up in Sherlock's mind palace. It's actually pretty nice there, and John is entertaining the notion of staying there, rather than returning to his broken body. But Sherlock isn't taking it as well, and John can feel him breaking around him.

To the Nines by suitesamba (M, 2,724 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Magical Realism, Pining, Angst, John Whump, Time Travel, Fortunes, Time Jumps) – John skips forward in time, and Sherlock reads the signs that point to nine. John knows he’ll eventually be with Sherlock, but the waiting is nearly impossible, and his body is a lot more than transport. A foray into magical realism where all the canon events occur, and a hell of a lot more.

Reversed by whitchry9 (K+, 3,072 w., 6 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Medical Anomolies, John Gets Shot) – The man pointed his gun at John's chest, right at his heart, and shot.' Wherein John is shot, and Sherlock is the one panicking.

Bridges by sussexbound (M, 6,602 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TLD / S4 Fix It, Love Confessions, Mending Relationships, Moving Back In, Pining Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Past Abuse, Shaving) – The silence between them is deafening, interrupted only by the hum of the traffic outside, and the soft click-clunk of the plastic cups Rosie is playing with on the floor beside them. It is the first time they have been alone together, since Sherlock’s birthday. It’s only been two days, but it feels huge, important, like there is a precarious bridge stretched out before them both that they need to at least attempt to traverse.

London Gods by a_different_equation (E, 11,092 w., 5 Ch. || American Gods Fusion || Magical Realism, Sex Magic, True Love, PTSD John, First Kiss/Time, Marathon Sex, Sensuality, Genie Sherlock, Human John, Internalized Homophobia, Star-Crossed Lovers, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes is a jinn who does not grant wishes. However, when Dr. John H. Watson, recently returned from the war in Afghanistan, gets into his cab by "accident", it might not even need magic to grant both men their deepest wish: love.

The Hand You're Dealt by Lady Sam Mallory (T, 12,092 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Light Violence, BAMF John, Doctor John, Injury, Friendship) – Sherlock, John and several others are trapped in a building when an explosion disrupts the crime scene they are working.

Kintsugi by distantstarlight (E, 14,772 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Regret / Remorse, Loneliness, Separation, Drug Use, Healing, Protective John, Sad Sherlock, Dev. Rel., Complicated Relationships, Love, Angst With Happy Ending, Sherlock is Called Freak, John’s Penance, Voyeurism, Doctor/Caretaker John, Guilty John, Detox, Fingering, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Slight Non-Con Turns Enthusiastic Consent, Virgin Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes becomes estranged from the man he had once considered his best friend after John lets him down horribly in public. It seems that the world's only consulting detective will be on his own once again...or will he?

The Burning of the Leaves by blueink3 (M, 15,915 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Angst, Reichenbach, Parentlock, Past Jolto, Idiot John, Sherlock’s a Mess, Puppies, Fluff, Possessive / Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Matchmaker Sholto, Melancholic Feelings, Emotional Sherlock, Domesticity, Love Confessions in the Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Pet Names, Panic Attack) – After the events of series 4, Major Sholto invites John and Sherlock to lunch one day. It nearly proves to be too much for their tenuous relationship as the past haunts the present, putting the future that Sherlock so desperately wants at risk.

The Palmyra Atoll by elwinglyre (E, 16,609 w., 3 Ch. || TSo3 Divergence / Episode Fix-It, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapped John Watson, John Whump, Evil Mary, Angst, Cuddling & Snuggling, Toplock, Limited 3rd John POV) – As John's preparing for the wedding, Sherlock is preparing to have his heart broken, and Mary is prepared to do the unthinkable. Intervention required. Enter Sherlock. Set before Sign of Three with a far different outcome. John is drugged, kidnapped, and left on an island, but not just any old island.

Wonderful, Etcetera. by VictoryCandescence (T, 16,955 w., 3 Ch. || Wonderful Life AU || Alternate Timelines, Brotherhood, Homophobia, Suicidal Ideations, Mentions of Drug Use, Friendship, Different TRF, Sherlock’s Past, Victor Trevor is Past Boyfriend, Depression, Hallucination?, Love Confessions, Christmas, First Kiss) – Sherlock thinks everyone would be better off if he had never existed, including and especially himself. When he finds himself in a world in which his wish has been granted, he begins to think perhaps even he could be wrong – but it takes an unlikely chaperone to make him not only observe, but understand.

I Think I've Come A Long Long Way To Sit Before You Here Today by ArwenKenobi (T, 18,251 w., 3 Ch. || Grief/Mourning, Passage of Time, Major Character Death, Alternating POV, Sherlock Whump, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Coma, Revenge Murders, Hallucinations, Love Confessions, Brutal Accident, Mystrade, Ghost John) – One year after John is killed Sherlock starts to wonder whether John has actually gone anywhere.

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

Silhouettes by allonsys_girl (E, 28,585 w., 7 Ch. || Canon Compliant, POV John, Heavy Drinking, Sad/Depressed John, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reunion, Foot Jobs, Blow Jobs, Infidelity, Cheating, Drug Use/Abuse, Anal, Switchlock, Rimming, Parentlock) – Sherlock and John find comfort in each other's arms, but as ever with these two, it's not your typical relationship. It's fluffy at the beginning, gets deeply angsty in the middle, gets porny at the end.

A Home for Us by sussexbound (M, 30,581 w., 12 Ch. || Scars, Bedsharing, Grief, Doctor John, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Implied/Referenced Torture, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation, Heavy Emotions, Clingy Sherlock, Hallucinations, Disassociation, Emotional Turmoil) – He has been on the road for two years, and he is exhausted. He’s almost accepted that he will never see London (John) again—almost. But then there are nights like tonight, where he is weak, and all he can think of is the warmth of the flat they once shared, the crackle of the fire in the hearth, the teasing smile playing at the corner of John’s lips, the boxes of half-eaten Chinese takeaway balanced precariously in their laps. He aches at the memory of it, at the realisation that it is something he may never experience again.

The Winter Garden by Callie4180 (T, 31,213 w., 13 Ch. || Post-S4, Retirement, Christmas, Slow Burn, Grown-Up Rosie, Parenthood, Rosie’s Cat, Angst with Happy Ending, Holidays, Beekeeping, Magical Realism, Sherlock POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Future Fic, Sussex, Honey, Magical Healing Honey, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Scar, First Kiss, Touching) – As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he's given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing.Almost...magical.

Only To Be With You by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (M, 40,768 w., 4 Ch. || Black Mirror / Future AU || Character Death, Future Technology, Sickness/Cancer/Illness, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, First Person POV John, Pining John, Heart-Wrenching Angst) – I tell myself that next time I’ll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black. I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where I’ll wait and what I’ll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. It’s only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this won’t be the last time I Visit. It won’t be the last time at all.

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords (M, 48,842 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Alternate S3, John’s Blog/S3 is a Story By John, Divorce, Marital Difficulties, John is a Mess, Emotional Reunion, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Grief / Mourning, Pining John, First Kiss, Adorably Clueless Sherlock, Nostalgia, Love Confessions, Eventual Happy Ending) – He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them.

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction, Anxious/Insecure Sherlock, Miscommunication, Emotional Lovemaking) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M, 57,046 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || S3/TAB Fix-It, Slow Burn Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Drugs, Pain, Medical, Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Romance, Secrets, Tragedy, Trauma, BAMF John, Doctor!John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Injured Sherlock, Grieving John, Idiots In Love,  Protective John, POV John Watson, PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is a Mess, Medical Realism) – An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

Hell Sent, Heaven Bound by ConsultingHound (M, 64,381 w, 16 Ch. || Angels / Demons AU ||  Fallen Angel Sherlock / Angel Cop John, Alternate First Meeting, Slow Burn, Case Fic, John & Lestrade are Friends Before Sherlock, BAMF John, Mind Palace John, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Sherlock Picks Out John’s Clothing, Clubbing / Dancing, Mildly Jealous John, Awkwardness, Kidnapping, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Sacrifice, Worried / Anxious Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Immortal to Mortal) – Ex-War healer and current angelic guard John Watson is not having the best day. He overslept, he’s underpaid, and now there’s someone tagging the Council’s building walls. However things may be about to get interesting: there’s an unusual stranger hanging around (the definition of tall, dark, and handsome), a literal underground cult is brewing, and rumblings are coming from hell. Can he keep his neighbourhood safe, how and why is he being connected to all this, and who the hell is Sherlock Holmes?

White Knight by DiscordantWords (M, 69,840 w., 13 Ch. || S4 Compliant/Post S4, Marriage For a Case, Jealous John, Pining John, Janine / Sherlock Fake Relationship, Serial Killers, Case Fic, Undercover as a Couple, Weddings, John is a Mess, Misunderstandings, Wedding Planning, Jealousy, Drunkenness, Love Confessions, Angst with Happy Ending) – Green. The word green was used to convey a great many things. Illness. Envy. Inexperience. Standing there amidst Janine's chattering bridesmaids, watching Sherlock furrow his brow and study fabric swatches, watching him smile and simper and flirt, John thought it a remarkably apt colour choice. Because he felt quite sick to his stomach, he feared the source of said sickness might very well be jealousy, and he had absolutely no idea at all what to do about it. Or: Sherlock needs to fake a relationship for a case. He doesn't ask John.

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

The Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) –  A genius traumatised by a past he's only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater /  Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”  

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Flashbacks, Sussex, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Background Case Fic) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU ||  BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

The Adventure of the Silver Scars by tangledblue (NR [M], 142,458 w., 41 Ch. || S3 Fix-It, Post-HLV/ Post-TAB / Canon Compliant, Case Fic, No Baby, Angst, Humour, UST, Slow Burn, Angry John, Reconciliation, Not Nice Mary / Leaving Mary, Dependent Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Caretaker John, Fist Fights, It’s An Experiment, Virgin Sherlock, Dancing, Drugging, John Whump, Pet Names, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Scars) – It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

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[sweets-fanfics]

Homecoming 10

Title: Peacemakers

Wordcount: 2425

Warnings: Violence, and sweet sweet revenge.

Tags: @rollyjogerjones

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 Bear licking your nose is how you awoke the next morning. You scrunched your nose up and hugged him close to you. “You okay?” You ask him half asleep. You can hear him sniffing your face making you open your eyes.

 You scratch his head as you sit up and stretch. You knew what you were going to do today. Bear sat up and looked at you with his head cocked to the side. “I gotta do somethin’ tough today. I can’t bring you with me but you’ll wish me luck right?”

 Bear puts his paws on your chest and licks your nose. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You pick him up and place him on the ground. “Let’s get some food.” You slip your boots on and walk out with the little brown pup flopping along behind you.

 “Good morning Pearson.” You say as you grab a bread roll.

 “Morning!” He looks down at Bear and cuts off a tiny lump of meat he had been cutting and tossed it towards Bear.

 “Thank you, Pearson.” You smile and walk towards Suzie.

 You pat her softly as you eat the bread with your free hand. Bear lets out a small bark making you look over your shoulder. Arthur is walking up to you with a strained look on his face.

 “You’re already going?” He asked as he got you.

 “Yeah… I want to get it down now…” You looked down for a moment half expecting him to tell you to wait.

 Instead, he lifted your chin softly and placed a long kiss on your lips. “You teach that bastard a lesson.” You smile as he helps you on to your horse. “I’ll be nearby. Shoot in the air three times if ya need any help.”

 “I will, can you ask Henry to watch Bear?”

 “Of course… Y/N I love you.”

 “I love you too.”

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 As you road into Rhodes, you knew the best place to check first would be the saloon. The scent you still can’t get out of your mind is how that monster smelt like beer and whiskey.

 You walked into the bar with your pistol drawn. You glanced around as you walked up to the bartender. “I’m looking for someone.” You say in a stern voice.

 “You a bounty hunter?” He asked without looking up from the glass he was cleaning.

 “Yeah, anyone here by the name of David Santiago?”

 The man finally looked up at you. He looked at you suspiciously. “He’s one of my regulars. What’s his crime?”

 “Rape.” You said in a flat voice.

 “That’s quite a serious charge. Do ya have proof?”

 You aim your pistol at the bartender. “I’m proof. Where the fuck is he?”

 The bartender put his hands up quickly while his eyes bugged out of his head. “He... He’s upstairs. He sits at the game table all day.”

 “Thank you.” You say sweetly and head up the stairs. You stomp your feet a bit so you’re able to get some muddy footprints on the carpet.

 That’s when you see him. He’s sitting at the game table as the man had said. He seems invested in his game but when he sees you he grins and stands up opening his arms.

 “I knew you enjoyed it.” He cheers.

 For a moment you are too afraid to move. A flood of memories of him attacking you makes you wanna turn and run. But then that new anger you have been feeling rises up and you feel like a completely different person. You raise your pistol as you click back the hammer. His eyes go wide as he starts to back up.

 “David Santiago. I’m here for somethin’.” You announce as you walk up to him and push him onto the balcony.

 He raises his hands up and seems to start begging. Sweat is dripping down his face as you aim the gun at his head. “Please. Please, no. I’m sorry. You didn’t say no though.”

 “I said no!” You snapped, starting to see red. “I said no over and over to the point that you knocked me out so you wouldn’t have to hear it.” You had the gun pressed to his chin as he leaned back over the railing.

 You heard a gun click behind you. When you glanced you one of his friends aiming a gun at you. “How about you calm down you little whore. You’re just mad cause he didn’t pay ya.”

 Before you had a chance to rip that guy a new one Arthur’s pistol slowly pressed against his head. “How about you don’t call her names. Let her and ya friend there have a nice chat.”

 You turned your focus back to David. “Now tell me again what you were sayin’?” You ask kindly.

 “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I should have stopped.” He was crying. You glanced at him as he acted pathetically. That’s when you noticed the pee mark on his pants.

 “Seems you are understandin’ how I felt that night. Maybe I should when it felt like physically.” And before he could beg again you fired your gun. Blood and brain splattered on you as his body went limp and fell over the railing landing in a heap below.

 You took a handkerchief from your pocket and wiped your face off. When you turned around everyone in the saloon was staring at you. Even Arthur looked a bit shocked.

 “You all got a starin’ problem?” You ask scaring everyone back to their business.

 The man that had aimed a gun at you had ran down to the monster’s body. Arthur walked up and placed both hands on your shoulder.

 “Ya good?” He asks as you take a deep breath trying to calm down.

  “I think so…” You look up at him as he took the cloth in your hand and finished wiping your face. “I think I wanna go…”

 Arthur put an arm comfortably around your waist and led you out of the saloon. He walked you to Suzie and helped you up. “I want you to head to camp, I have to do another stupid thing for your father and go to the post office, and then I’ll come back to ya.” You grabbed his hand and squeezed it. He smiled at you and kissed your hand. “I’m so damn proud of you.”

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 When you hitched Suzie back at camp Dutch and Hosea were already walking up to you. You sighed a bit but turned towards them.

 “Well?” Dutch asked. You could see him struggling to keep his anger low.

 “It’s taken care of.”

 Both men seem to let out a sigh of relief. Dutch pulls you close and hugs you tightly. “I’m proud of you, Y/N.” He says in your ear.

 You pull back and smile at him, “Thank you Pa.” You notice it seems he is leaving. “Where are ya going’ though?” You ask him.

 “Going to try to suck up to the Greys with Arthur and Bill,” He whistles and the count trots up to him. “Hosea make sure Miss Grimshaw isn’t too hard on our girl today.”

 “You got nothin’ to worry about Dutch,” Hosea waves.

 You and Hosea stand and wave until he’s out of sight.

 “You give it to him?” Hosea asks still smiling and waving.

 “I shot him in the head in front of his friends at the saloon he frequents.” You turned to look at him.

 “Ah, it seems you got the anger your father has.” He pats your shoulder as the two of you walk into camp.

 “Is that good or bad?” You ask as you grab a plate of stew.

 “Depends on the situation.”

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 You ended up trying to train Bear. He got sit down but just seemed to want to play after. Micah walked up and kicked Cain that had been sitting nearby. “Beat it ya parasite!”

 “What the hell is your problem?” You ask standing up from your spot on the ground.

 “We already got so many damn mouths to feed. Why do we have to add two more mutts to the mess.” He gets up in your face but you don’t stand down.

 “You are absolutely right Mr. Bell. You should go first.” You say through your teeth.

 “Little fireball, huh?” He puts his hands on his sides. “Though your little accident in the Bayou woulda’ taught you enough of a lesson.”

 You take your knife out and start to go for him when two hands pull you back. “Say that again you dirty rat.” You threaten.

 “Y/N, please calm down,” Henry asks patting your shoulder.

 “Your brother is right,” Arthur says as he helps Henry push you back. You seemed to be putting up a fight by how much they were struggling. “Micah ain’t worth a bullet. They are way too expensive so you should save them for better things.”

 Bear is in front of you growling at Micah. “Bear, down.” You order. Your puppy instantly turns to you with his tail wagging.

 “Ah, cowpoke your here. I need to speak with you and Dutch.” Micah says as if Arthur and Henry weren’t fighting to keep you off of him.

 “What could be so important?”

 “Blessed are the Peacemakers.” Micah says with his hands up, “Or it goes somethin’ like that.”

 You roll your eyes and go to sit in Arthur’s tent to try and calm down. Henry looks at you confused. “Why not go to your tent?” He asks.

 “I’d have to pass Micah’s bed and I’m not sure I’d be able to not throw it in the lake.” You grumble and give Micah one last dirty look as he talks to Arthur, your father and, Pearson.

 You notice he keeps calling Pearson ‘fat man’ which just ticks you off even more. But when you hear what they are saying you get even more annoyed.

 “Peace with the O’Driscols!” Dutch says in disbelief. You stand up and go lean against the table next to Hosea who is sitting at it reading.

 “They want to meet for a parle.” Pearson urges.

 “They want to meet?” Hosea asks.

 “It’s a trap,” Both you and Hosea say together.

 “Of course it’s a trap,” Micah exclaims. “But it wouldn’t hurt to see if it’s not what do we have to lose?”

 “They could shoot us?” You say earning you a side-eye from Micah.

 “This is a man’s duty, princess.” He teases.

 “No, if you are going to meet him I want in.”

 “No,” Arthur, Dutch, Hosea, and Henry all say in unison.

 “Oh come on.” You groan. “I’m a great shot.”

 “Mr. Morgan should be our back up,” Micah suggests. “We leave the kids here.”

 “Father I would like to go,” Henry says which earns him a smile from Dutch.

 “Of course, my boy,” Dutch says patting Henry’s shoulder and heading towards the Horses.

 “Henry doesn’t even know how to load a gun let alone shoot one.” You stomp your foot.

 “Shut it, Y/N. Mr. Bell has been teaching me in his free time,” Henry explains as he climbs onto Lightning.

 “He’s a great student. Too bad your sister ain’t.” Micah rolls his eyes.

 Before you have a chance to snap Arthur pulls you to his tent while he grabs some things.

 “My love,” Arthur says softly so only you hear. “Please stay, it’ll give me some damn peace of mind if I know you’re here.”

 “I could really be helpful,” You sigh.

 “Oh, I know you could. But Micah will do nothin’ but annoy you, and your Father and Brother will be worrying too much about you to pay attention.” He holds your face in his hands and kisses your forehead, nose, and finally a long passionate kiss on the lips. “To make it even how about you sleep in my tent with Bear and you can have my big cot all to yourself.”

 Damn, Arthur knew your weakness. His cot was wider than yours. You always found it just a bit more comfortable. “I’m... worried.”

 “I know,” He sits you on his cot and gives your forehead one more kiss before pulling away. “I love you.” He says as he starts to leave.

 “I love you too.”

 As the night drew on you began to feel tired. You collected Bear in your arms and laid back in Arthur’s cot. Before you realized it you had completely drifted off to sleep.

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 You woke up to the sounds of horses thundering into camp. You peaked out of Arthur’s tent but only saw three bodies shadowed in the darkness. “Pa?” You ask recognizing his silhouette.

 “My dear, You should sleep…” He says. You can tell something is wrong.

 “What happened?” He gets close enough so you can see his face. “Oh god, what happened? Is Henry okay?”

 “Henry is fine, he already went back to his tent.”

 “Then what’s wrong? Did somethin’ happen to Micah? He probably had it comin’,”

 “It’s not Micah…” Dutch looked down at you with sad eyes.

 “What…? How… I thought he was hidden?”

 “We couldn’t find him.” He mumbled.

 You turned around and started sliding your boots on. “Now hold on, Y/N. Let’s gather our thoughts and make a plan.”

 “A plan?” You look at him in disbelief, “From what I gathered you didn’t seem to have a plan when I was taken.”

 “We don’t know if he was taken. Maybe he just made a stop somewhere.”

 “He would have said somethin’.” You could feel that new anger of your growing again. You stopped yourself and tried to take a long breath to calm down. “Pa… I… have really strong feelings for him.” You admit to him.

 He seemed a bit ticked off. Perhaps he thought it was a fling that would burn out. “How do you mean?”

 You looked up at your father, “I love him. And before you say it’s too soon, don’t I’ve had enough bad past experience to know when it’s different.”

 Dutch threw his hands up, “But an Outlaw? I wanted more than that for you.”

 “Mother loved an outlaw.”

 “Your mother was an outlaw.”

 “So am I now, I just shot a man in the middle of a damn town. Two towns, in fact, thanks to you.” He looked a bit hurt so you sighed, “I’m sorry, I’m worried about Arthur. I won’t do anythin’ dangerous. I’m just gonna ride around and see if I find him.” Before he could tell you no you climbed onto Suzie and rode off.

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Home | Pt. 1

• Pairing: Namjoon x Hybrid!Yoongi (Platonic!) • Genre: Fluff  | Hybrid!AU • Words: 3,7k • Disclaimer: a tiny bit of anxiety and insomnia

written with @cassiavioletblue

↳ Namjoon watched Yoongi strutting after him over his shoulder and sighed. He couldn't believe he's really done it; paying too much money for a hybrid that would bite him if given the chance when all he had wanted was a cute, little - very much harmless - kitten to begin with.

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Late-afternoon sun was flooding in through the sliding doors, bleaching out the color from the room. Namjoon took a look in the wall mirror and almost turned right away. He looked awful. Dark shadows under his eyes the visible proof of his sleepless nights. “You still look good, don’t worry.” A low voice behind him said, “You always look handsome, Joonie.” Namjoon nodded at that, the wink on Hoseok’s face making him blush, before following him quickly.

“Have you ever thought about getting a pet?”

Namjoon looked up to see Jimin hovering next to him, a teapot in his hand only waiting for him to give over his cup. “N-no, why should I?”

“Then you’re not as alone. It helps you know...you could ask Taehyung if he knows some good places or if there has been some offspring.” Jimin reassured him with a nudge to his side, before placing the pot on the coffee table and cuddled up next to his boyfriend, “You always carry the burden of so many people around you.” Hoseok laid his arm around him and Namjoon couldn’t help but watch their interactions with a painful ache pulling at his heartstrings.

It had been a week, maybe more, Namjoon wasn’t so sure anymore and what Jimin had said still lingered in the back of his mind.

Maybe it was good.

Maybe it was a bit too much responsibility.

That morning, he woke up with a scream again. Sweat dripping down his forehead, his heart beating so fast that it was threatening to jump right out of his chest and his hands shivering. He was panting, his eyes flickering around in panic. He couldn’t take one more sleepless night.

Namjoon hesitated when he stood in front of the pet store, standing in the middle of the sidewalk so that people had to maneuver around him. Biting his lip in a nervous manner, he reached for the door, jerking with the sound of the bell that probably already notified someone. He wished it hadn’t.

Not, yet at least.

It wasn’t as loud as he had expected, a few puppies barking at his arrival looking up at him and reminding him awfully a lot of Jimin. Namjoon loved his friends, he always did and still he felt alone a lot of times. He’d figured it was just the way his brain was wired and maybe owning a cat would help him to get out his headspace some more. Namjoon had read a lot about it the past sleepless nights, ordering toys, gadgets anything one would need to be the perfect cat owner. He never half assed something.

Reaching down for one of the puppies, he scratched the small dog behind his ear with a smile. “Maybe it’s not that bad of an idea,” He was mumbling those reassuring words to himself for days now. A few times when he had unpacked the first things he bought and then again when he started to read all about how to take care of a cat.

Namjoon turned around, feeling a bit overwhelmed with the amount of animals in this shop. Maybe he should have called Taehyung to ask him about this, but he had felt a bit ashamed. He sighed, laughing at himself for even thinking about being ashamed just because he wasn’t sure where to buy a cat. It shouldn’t be that hard, right?

Namjoon rolled his shoulders back, shaking his head to get out of his head. He was starting to overthink this again. With a determined step, he walked to the aisle where he was supposing the cats were, when he stopped.

His gaze first fell onto the fluffy white ears, wandering down over the white hair, the big black eyes that were staring straight back at him. Namjoon cocked his head to the side, his heart picking up its pace. He didn’t know the store was also selling hybrids (probably because he had been looking at pictures of kittens all night) as he walked closer.

There was a softness about him, it’s white fluffy tail only adding to it. Namjoon wasn’t sure what pulled him in, maybe it was the eyes, or the cute button nose that he would have loved to boop. He knew nothing about hybrids though, only that Taehyung owned some on his farm right outside of Seoul and some of his other friends did. But Namjoon had figured a cat was already a lot of work. Enough for him at least. Still he couldn’t help but reach out his hand to him slowly, smiling lightly at the beautiful man that sat in the corner.

Yoongi’s had his eyes closed trying to drain out his surroundings. Because if he didn't he would want to pace, run along the cage, scream, shake the stupid metal bars caging him in. He was torn between pure rage and utter desperation - but he knew as soon as he would show any of it there would be that man with the electric stick again, shocking him into obedience. So, he lied there, motionless, storm raging inside while people came and go.

The little bell signaled that someone had come in again. It was a small sound, more for the pets than the humans so that they could show themselves form their best side and present exactly what the human was looking for: a cute, easy, well trained pet. Yoongi just growled low in his throat.

He couldn’t hear steps at first though which made him nervous because normally customers quickly went past him. So, he blinked open one eye. And then the other one. There was a man standing in the shop, still close to the door as if he wasn’t really sure where to go and what to do. His blonde hair looked soft and Yoongi felt the sudden urge to bury his nose in it because it looked so much like fur and he had been so lonely for so long… he stomped out the emotion before it could grow too big, growling for good measure. He would never, ever ever let one of those filthy humans touch him. They might have overpowered him and locked him here and they might think that giving him a collar and clipping his claws and filing his teeth would make him a pet, but he would fight till his very last dying breath to stay who he truly was! He startled when the human suddenly made eye contact with him. It was too late to pretend to be asleep now so he stared back, as fiery and hateful as he could. Instead of walking past him quickly or being scared off the human had the audacity to smile at him and then he reached out his hand! Over the bar!

Yoongi half hoped that the man would touch them, just to feel the electricity running through them but he probably wouldn’t. There were signs all over not to touch them. Why the man had thought that it would be a good idea to just reach over them instead was beyond him. Slowly Yoongi uncurled his tail and stretched. His ears, formerly lying flat against his skull stood up, white and fluffy, moving in the direction of the human. He wanted to see if that man was stupid enough to let him come close.

Namjoon couldn’t believe how beautiful the hybrid was, it’s fluffy fur only inviting him further. He had completely ignored the signs, like he usually did when his eyes were set on something and maybe Namjoon was a little clumsy and had a bit of a bad habit to do exactly what he wasn’t supposed to without knowing. So, he reached out for the fox, wanting to let it sniff his hand first before he would maybe pat his fur. Namjoon just wanted to feel how soft it really was.  

The human kept his hand steadily outreached for him and Yoongi couldn’t help it, he got curious. So, he inched a little closer than he would have needed to, sniffing in Namjoon’s general direction. He tasted different than the humans in the shop, there was no hint of disinfectant on him that bit Yoongi’s nose or the irony smell of metal bars and the washing detergent they used for their working clothes. This one strangely smelled like paper, the old kind, the one you found in old books. And there was coffee, lots of it, with a hint of something sweet and spicy, like vanilla and cardamom. Yoongi cocked his head, intrigued - but he came quickly back to his senses when the other moved. He had turned his hand as if he was about to pet him and Yoongi saw red.

He growled while sinking his claws right into the man's hand. Unfortunately, they had shortened his claws when they had first caught him so the wound wasn’t very deep, but he could still feel the satisfying rip of skin and the wetness of blood on his fingertips. Yoongi jumped back, out of reach, growling as dangerously as he could. He would have loved to bite him, to sink his teeth into that man who had the audacity to treat him like a puppy, but he had made that mistake just once to put his head that close to humans hands and it had almost cost him an ear. So, this would have to be enough as revenge.

Namjoon flinched back, hissing at the sudden pain in his hand. “Fuck,” He cursed to himself quietly, eyeing the wound first before he looked at Yoongi again in a mix of confusion and sadness. “I…I am sorry.” Namjoon mumbled towards the fox that was still flashing his teeth, “I really didn’t want to scare you.” He smiled sadly, whining when he saw the scratches on his hand that would definitely leave a scar one day. A hand on his shoulder made Namjoon jerk violently again. He hadn’t noticed one of the workers coming closer.

“Oh my, I’m so.. so very sorry! Please excuse us, he is new, just came in a few days ago so he is not ready for adoption. We just put him here because there was no other place to securely put him until he will be declawed and trained and ready to be sold.” The employee looked really uncomfortable, running away just to come back a few seconds later with disinfectant and a band aid. He sprayed the disinfectant without warning and then dabbed the blood away with a cotton pad before placing the band aid over Namjoon’s entire hand. It looked as if the other had never used one before in his life, “Again I am really, very sorry and... unfortunately, I have to remind you of the signs to not go too close to the cages without an employee so we can’t really be held responsible for this unlucky outcome. But I can reassure you that he is a special case, all of our other hybrids are absolutely docile and love to be petted. I can give you a tour around if you want. We have this really cute bunny hybrid, he’s just a few years old, a blue tortoiseshell or if you want someone really calm and timid then we have another bunny in chocolate and pearl with chocolate tipped guard hairs. He’s really pretty so of course he’s a little pricier...” When Namjoon didn’t really react to any of this the employee quickly continued, “...but I’m sure we find something fitting we have hybrids in all price ranges and variations. And if something is not in stock right now we can order from other branches. So, tell me, what is it you’re looking for? Something fluffy, something low effort, a younger hybrid, and old one - they are so good for seniors -“

“Oh no, that won’t be necessary,” He answered quickly, already annoyed at how much the employer was talking. Namjoon rolled his eyes as the young boy pointed somewhere else in the shop while he only halfheartedly listened. “It’s okay. It was my own fault for reaching out anyways. I hope I didn’t scare him too much,” Namjoon’s eyes flickered over to the white fox and then to the sign, reading it carefully. So, he was an arctic fox. A rare one at that and one shouldn’t pet him. Great. At least he knew it better now, Namjoon thought to himself. And still his eyes found the one of the arctic fox again, smiling at him apologetically and ignoring whatever the young boy was talking about. Namjoon was sure that the hybrids were cute, but no other bunny hybrid could be as cute as Jungkook anyways. Now that he was thinking about it, Namjoon made a mental note to visit Taehyung and Jungkook again sometime. Just to see that precious boy jump around in excitement. “I wanted…to look at the kittens?”

“Kittens?” The salesman paused in surprise. “Oh, of course. This way please.” In his corner Yoongi chuckled darkly. No wonder the man had no idea how to handle him when he had been looking for kittens. He absolutely wasn’t one. Instead of loosening his tense stance and relaxing back into his position on the floor he didn’t move at all while the man was in front of his cage, staring at him accusingly. He didn’t react to the other’s apologetic smiles and instead just bared his fangs further when they moved past him.

Such an idiot.

There was an uncomfortable pull on his insides when he was alone again, the words of the employee running through his mind. He was scared of being declawed. It would hurt a lot and afterwards he would be defenseless. Except for his teeth but if he didn’t behave then they would file them down. He shuddered and hated himself for it. He needed to stay strong. They wouldn't break him.

He wouldn’t let them!

…

Namjoon had two kittens on his arms, one nuzzling his face against his chest right away, while the other was sniffing him carefully. Both were absolutely beautiful and Namjoon had to smile, feeling absolutely content right now. He wasn’t paying much attention on the employees talk though and how he was getting out another one of them. A black on this time with bright blue eyes staring right back at him. And still, Namjoon couldn’t help but turn around again when he could hear the noise coming from one of the cages.

“Where did you get him from?” Namjoon asked, “The arctic fox, I mean. Does he have a name?”

“We got him from a... a breeder in Canada.” The employer avoided his gaze and apparently thought that it would make it less obvious that he was lying. “And as he isn’t adoption ready we didn’t name him yet. All names are absolutely temporary though until the owner decided on the name they will keep.” Smile back in place he nodded in the direction of the kittens. “So, did you see something that you like? If not we can go into the office and we can scroll through the kitten profiles of our branches. They could be here next week if you decide on this option and they could also be delivered directly to your home. What do you say?”

Namjoon nodded in thought. Of course, his mind started to fight a war just exact in this moment. The little kitten in his hold meowing at him, pleading him with his big eyes to take him home and Namjoon wanted to. So badly. But then he saw the look in the employees eyes, the obvious lies that he told him about the fox. There was something not right about this, he could feel it in his bones. The words of ‘declawing’ and ‘not ready to be sold’ coming back into his mind and how the employee told him about it getting trained. Why should a hybrid from an official breeder get trained? Shouldn’t that have happened before? He bit his lip, his heart picking up its pace.

“I want him.” Namjoon nodded towards the cage of the fox and put the kittens back down. “Y-yes. I’d like to buy him.”

The employee nodded, mistaking Namjoon’s nod in the direction of the fox cage to a sign that he had chosen one of the kittens. “Yes, he is a real beauty, he’ll be a gorgeous cat one day. You made a good choice here...”

Namjoon shook his head determinately, “No. The hybrid. I want the fox.” He looked at him, nodding to show that he was serious.

The employee's eyes widened, and he asked again as if he wanted to make sure that he had heard right. “The... the arctic fox hybrid? The one who bit you? But... I’m really sorry sir but he isn’t trained, and I told you that he isn’t declawed yet, he could be a danger to you and your home and I’m not sure… Sir, a kitten is way easier to handle. A hybrid needs way more attention that that especially in the beginning and... are you sure you don’t want to think this over? There are security measurements that you would have to take with a hybrid like him and you would have to buy a leash and a muzzle and... he’s way more expensive than a traditional pet. You need more space and… you can’t just give him back if you don’t like him. You would have to take him for two weeks at least. And if you return him after that phase you won’t get your full money back, only half of it. It’s… is this really what you want, sir?” He looked at him as if he was expecting a ‘no’.

“He didn’t bite me, he only scratched me. It’s fine…I-I can train him and my friend…he’s a trainer…of some sorts,” Namjoon added the last words a little quieter. Taehyung had a farm filled with animals; he knew naturally how to train animals, but he wasn’t a professional by far . “No. I want him. I will bring him to the vet to declaw him then.” Namjoon cringed at the words, not liking how they sounded but he was sure if he told him that he would never declaw a hybrid that they wouldn’t sell it to him. “I’ll buy anything you think is necessary for me to have. You can go ahead and chose it for me. I trust your knowledge.” Namjoon put on a smile, one that always brought him the best deals with his customers. He put a hand on the young man’s shoulder and nodded reassuringly,  “I have enough space…and enough money.”

The last was what had the man finally agreeing. He hesitated for a second and then shuffled off to the office to get the needed documents, copy the rules for owners of predatory hybrids and also get everything Namjoon would need to take Yoongi home. After he had let Namjoon sign everything  and write him a little note that he was taking Yoongi home despite him not being 100% ready and that he wouldn’t sure them for any consequences the man stashed them away and smiled. “Great. Now he is yours. I’ll get the leash on him and then you can take him home!” 

Before Namjoon could ask him how exactly he wanted to put a leash on a fox that scratched if you even came within reach the man took out a stick that looked absolutely harmless - until it cackled to life, the electricity running through it making it hum. As soon as he heard the sound Yoongi jumped on his feet, hissing and growling as if he could scare the employee away while pressing himself onto a corner. The employee simply pressed a button to elongate the stick a little and then pressed it against Yoongi’s flank. The hybrid collapsed immediately a desperate, painful sound escaping him. His eyes were open when the employee opened the door but his whole body was motionless except for little tremors that ran through him. The employee didn’t talk to Yoongi when he approached him, didn’t explain what he was doing, instead he solely talked to Namjoon while treating the hybrid like some object. He took out a little syringe from his pocket and injected it into the foxes’ body. Yoongi’s muscles went lax and his eyes dropped.

“He will be a little drowsy but it will only be like this for an hour or two so you can get him home safely. I would advise you to use a chain to fixate him somewhere in the house until he got used to his new home.” While he was talking he changed Yoongi’s collar to a sturdier one, clipping the leash in place. “Don’t take the muzzle off without fixating his head or else he might bite.” He put a black mask made of thick leather over Yoongi’s face and fixated it at the back of the hybrid’s head. “You can get a sample pack of hybrid food with your purchase if you want or we also have leaflets on barf diets.”

Namjoon gasped, pushing a hand onto his mouth when he saw how they treated the poor hybrid. He gulped heavily, trying not think about it too much right now but just wanting to take him home with him, promise him that he wouldn’t ever hurt him like that. “No, that’s all I need.” Grabbing the bag filled with the stuff the other had gotten for him, apparently all kinds of accessory he needed to take care of a hybrid, Namjoon reached for the leash. He didn’t thank him, but instead walked ahead with furrowed brows and shaking hands. Mumbling to himself, Namjoon kept peeking over his shoulder where Yoongi was stumbling after him. He couldn’t believe, he just did that. He paid a good amount of money for a hybrid that was probably ready to bite him any second, when all he wanted was a soft kitten. The ride home was calm, the fox dozing off a few times, while Namjoon was battling his worries and doubts and if this was the best or the worst decision he’d ever made.

A/N: Another sweet little story ;) Of course the PirateAU will keep on coming weekly, just as this story - only that this one is divided into shorter chapters for the sweet fluff inbetween when you need a break from all our angst lmao anyways... I hope you enjoyed it!!! Don’t forget to leave us a comment or message on how you liked it! ❤

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@polyfacetious whoops this is four thousand words long

“So Parker was right. This is where you’ve been spending your gardening leave.” Rose Teller has a remarkable gift for looking exhausted, no matter the time of day. Alice has always respected her for it, for not giving in to wearing make up, for not slipping into the loo to touch up lipstick or eyeliner before dealing with a suspect. They played to different roles, and Teller’s role was that of the put upon school marm. 

Even here, where she’s followed Peter’s lack of good sense to find Alice where she wasn’t supposed to be. 

It was a bit like a bruise, or a bad tooth. Something Alice couldn’t stop probing, feeling the pang that came with sitting here and remembering Henry Madsen, hanging by his fingernails and begging to be saved. He didn’t much like when she asked if Adrian had begged to be saved as well. Or Gabriella. Or Emma, who Alice dug out with her own two hands.

Liar! Her voice had rung out through the big, empty space around them, ricocheting accusingly back down on them both. There were few things in this world that Alice hated more than a liar. But Madsen had given her the information she needed, and Peter Parker, he of the endlessly loyal friend variety, had hung up the phone. Plausible deniability. 

Teller was still talking. Alice blinks, dragging her mind up through the depths of the past and into the present, just in time to hear “- have the Madsen verdict. Given the exceptional circumstances, the inquiry have found no grounds for disciplinary action. Which means you’re back...if you want it.”

Alice had thought about it once, very briefly. What it would be like to give up the job. To bin her badge and walk away. Travel the world. Swim with the sharks. Be an honest to God person and not a string of late nights turned second shifts with corpses dancing behind her eyelids every time she dared close them. 

“I want it.”

She gets the speech about following orders and being a good girl. Alice makes sure to compliment Teller on the speech. Staying on the boss’s good side was paramount right now. And it’s the thought that fills her head until she’s brought up to the car, and the green eyed little puppy of a Sergeant who was waiting for them. He says welcome back, or whatever. 

DS Klaus Hargreeves. Alice shakes his hand. Teller leaves them be. Well, it looked like she’d have a new babysitter. “Do we need to have the talk, DS Hargreeves?” It was like Rose’s exhaustion was contagious. It wasn’t yet nine in the morning and already Alice felt like she was swimming in mud. Hargreeves murmurs a worried little the talk, ma’am and Alice waves that away. “Ma’am is Teller. Boss is fine. The talk is simply...I was unwell.” Liar. “I got better. Nothing more.” 

Hargreeves nods along, an eager little puppy. Alice would guess middle child. Only ever managed to get attention by acting out. Now he was trying to do it the “right way”. He tells her that he’s been lobbying to work with her for nine months now. Chasing it up in writing three times a week. Well. The puppy was very stubborn. Some of the ice in her chest thaws. “Tell me about the case.”

Conversation is easy after that. Hargreeves--Klaus hands her the folder and starts towards the scene. “Home invasion.” Alice hides her smile in the manila folder as Klaus swallows a ‘ma’am’. Mommy issues, maybe. He didn’t feel like daddy issues. “Victim is Zoe Luther. Humanitarian lawyer. Found dead in the home. Trauma to the back of the head. Broken neck.”

Alice flips the page over, asks who found her. “The husband. John Luther. Owns a used bookshop. He said he was at the shops, got a call from the wife saying someone was in the home. By the time he made it back, she was dead. Call records do show that Zoe Luther’s phone had a seven minute outbound call to the husband’s phone. 999 call was made an additional four minutes after, from the husband’s phone.”

She bites down on her thumbnail, looking over the words. Alice tries not to let herself make any assumptions this early. She lets the data points wash over her, so that the sediment of them can settle into her mind. “Witnesses?”

Klaus turns onto a quaint little street, lit up by blues and twos splashing their colors along the sides of the houses. There were couples and families huddled on their porches, breathing through the relief of knowing they’d survived something terrible, somehow. “Neighbors saw the husband come home in a rush. Heard screams. One called 999 approximately thirty seconds after the husband did.”

They step out of the car, and Alice is grateful she chose flats today. Heels were for office days, when she needed to cut a particular image when dealing with the suspect. She kept a pair in the bottom drawer of her desk, just for that reason. Alice badges the uniform standing guard in front of all the rubber-neckers with their phones. Klaus holds the caution tape up for her to slip under. What a gentleman. 

There are flowers on the front stoop, petals spilling out of the cheap plastic lining. A few have been trampled by CSI, carrying bootprints against soft yellows and pinks. There’s dust on the forced lock, though she doubts they’ll get any fingerprints that belong to someone other than the homeowners. 

The living room is a picture of normalcy. A glass of wine on the coffee table, the TV turned low and the news playing on in the background. It was only stepping into the kitchen that the truth of the night unfolded. Alice stays there, just inside of the doorway and lets all of it wash over her. 

A broken glass, a broken dish. A photo frame knocked over onto the floor. Scratches on the parquette from the kitchen table being forcefully pushed back. And Zoe Luther. A cold heap on the floor, looking like a discarded doll with her halo of dark curls and her wool socks. “Cutlery isn’t silver. The coffee machine is nice, expensive enough to pawn.” 

Klaus steps up behind her, and clever boy, he picks up the thread of her thought and keeps going. “Nothing was taken, according to the husband.” There it is. The heavy stone growing in the pit of her stomach. A feeling of going against the grain, beneath her skin.

“So we have a home invasion. Obvious signs of rage.” Alice gestures idly towards the broken pantry door. “No sexual abuse. Nothing stolen. Does any of this sound right to you, DS Hargreeves?” 

She likes Hargreeves all the more for the fact that he doesn’t answer immediately. He looks the room over, looks the body over. “No. Nothing about this seems right.”

“Because it’s not.”

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They stop off on the way back to the station to get real coffee, and Alice gets a muffin that she picks at during the drive. She bins the bottom half of it when they walk into the precinct. Teller is already waiting. The husband is in the interview room. Hargreeves mutters christ, that’s a big lad and Alice has to agree. 

John Luther nearly fills the side of the screen where he’s slumped in the interview chair, wearing one of the paper suits they give to suspects and pick ups who come in covered in blood. Uniforms that responded to the call wrote in the file that he was cradling his wife’s body when they made it to the scene. Which means he spent at least ten or fifteen minutes in the back of a patrol car with his wife’s brain matter stuck to his shirt. 

Teller gives her a look. Alice stops by her desk. She touches up her red lipstick and pulls the pair of black patent leather pumps from her bottom drawer and replaces her sensible flats with those. Hargreeves steals a look, and then looks away. Good boy. 

Alice knows how it changes her. Her demeanor, her gait. Her posture. She plucks the folder from the desk and strides into the interview room, so that she can get her first real impression of John Luther. 

“Mr. Luther. I’m DCI Alice Morgan. I’m the senior investigating officer on the case. Do you mind if I sit?” His eyes flit briefly to her legs, and then skip away. A normal response. And given the day he’s had, it may well be the sound of them drawing his attention. Luther nods, big hands curled into loose fists on the table in front of him. 

On first whiff, nothing about him rings any alarm bells. A big lad, as Hargreeves phrased it, but Luther wasn’t weaponizing it. His slouch didn’t feel calculated. It felt tired. She asks him as much, gets a gravelly ‘I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired’ in response. Alice touches the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and comes away with a smudge of red.

“I know everything must seem bleak right now, Mr. Luther.” Alice has given this speech so many times that she could do it in her sleep. She’s learned to make her voice soft, her eyes soft. No matter what she’s really thinking, families of victims needed to feel empathized with. “But I promise you, I will do everything in my power to find who did this, and bring them to justice.”

Alice reaches across the table, finger hovering over the button for the recorder. Luther nods before she has the chance to ask. The sound of the recorder spinning up carries in the quiet. “Unfortunately, John-” A calculated risk. He doesn’t seem upset by it. Alice pushes on. “I’ll need to ask you some very uncomfortable questions. Can you think of anyone who might have held a grudge against your wife? You don’t need proof or excuses, it can simply be a feeling of unease.”

Like the one sitting at the base of her skull that Alice couldn’t banish, no matter the evidence laid out in front of her. The primal part of her mind, the dark corners who existed solely to keep her alive, they were ringing hard bells. This man was a killer. She didn’t know how, but she knew. 

Luther scrubs a hand over his mouth. His voice shakes when he tells her that he can’t think of anyone, that Zoe was a good woman, a gracious woman that used her time to help people, that he couldn’t think of anyone who would want to hurt her-

His voice breaks, and the emotion in it is genuine. Just like the emotion in his dark eyes. 

“Alright. Take a breath for me now. It’s alright.” It feels like rote sometimes, coming in here and saying these things. Alice’s strengths were in the field, it was in reading the minds of the corrupt and the cruel. She wasn’t made for dealing with bereaved loved ones. “Now I have to ask. Were there any marital problems? Were you two working on things? Zoe didn’t have her wedding ring on.”

John’s head tilts there, just a fraction of an inch. Alice thinks gotcha gleefully to herself. “We had a trial separation. We tried it, we didn’t like it. Zoe told me to come home. So I did.” There. There, there, there, each warning clang of a church bell in the back of her skull was watching some of that grief get burned away. By anger. (No mention of the ring. He knew it was gone. Bastard.)

“The thing is John, this is a very singular crime. There was no sign of robbery, and I’m very sorry for having to say these things... no sign of sexual assault.” Alice watches for a flinch, for some kind of reaction. Nothing. Just dark, clever eyes focused on her. But his hands were perfectly still on the table. Not fists. “Crimes like this aren’t random, they’re never without motive. And you can see why our first thought would be here, with you.”

He breaks then, looking away for a moment as the tears well and he blinks them back. Well. No time like the present. Alice puts on a big yawn, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’m very sorry. It’s been an exhausting day, as I’m sure it has been for you.” John watches her with watery eyes. He speaks gently, tells her he understands. “How about a coffee?” He asks for tea. It’s the perfect chance to step out. 

Alice strides back over to the desk where Teller, Hargreeves and Parker have ringed around Alice’s computer, watching the video footage straight from the interview room. “He killed her.” Alice gestures at the screen. “Peter, am I wrong?”

Peter Parker, perennially single and married to his work all at once, nods. The words are given into his cup of coffee, but she hears them all the same. “You’re not wrong.” 

“He didn’t yawn.” Peter is rolling his eyes, and Hargreeves is watching her like she’s mad. “Yawning is contagious.” Teller yawns, because she’s nothing if not suggestible. Hargreeves is looking a little green around the gills, but he works up the nerve to speak up. Ma’am, that research has been debunked- Alice waves the sentence away, though she does appreciate the puppy being brave enough to speak up. 

“It’s not about empathy or the brain or anything like that. He’s working so hard to put on that grieving husband facade that he didn’t have time to realize he should have reacted. By the time he did. It was too late. He’s our killer.”

Teller is pleased, but Alice can see the ultimatum coming. We have nothing. Timeline alone is enough to get this laughed out. I need proof. Solid proof. All we have right now is - “Absence.” It smacks her right in the bloody face. “The absence of proof. The door screams crime of passion, but everything else is meticulous. Why stay at the scene if he could have alibi’ed himself at the shops and been done with all of this?”

Little Hargreeves, already worth his weight in silver, if not gold, lifts his hand like this is primary school. Peter laughs so hard he inhales coffee and has to turn away to cough. “I spoke to the neighbors. They said that Zoe has been having a gentleman caller. That Luther hasn’t been home in months. Found the bloke’s name, it’s Mark North. He was at work the entire time, airtight alibi. But he says the only person who didn’t know the separation was final was John.”

That was it, then. Alice can feel her heart racing. “That’s what it is. He’s a narcissist. Acting on compulsion. Everything we found out, it’s because he wanted us to find it. He wanted us to know that his wife was being unfaithful. He wants to punish her, that’s why he took the ring. He wants the media to crow that the loving husband did no wrong, that it’s the wife who went astray and paid for it.” The next words out of Teller’s mouth are the ones Alice doesn’t want to hear. 

Find me the ring, then. Or we have to cut him loose. 

Tea, first. Alice makes them both a cup, and just like John Luther, she cuts the bullshit when she walks back into the room, sliding him over a cup. Asks if he’s comfortable. The mask is firmly back in place now, the exhausted, grieving husband who tells her that it’s fine, really.

“Sometimes.” Alice was hitting the ground running, now. No room left in her brain for Henry Madsen or her empty flat. Just the chase. “We like to make one of the legs shorter than the other, you know. It keeps the suspect off balance. It makes it so that they can never get comfortable.” It’s only because she’s watching near his elbow that Alice sees the nearly imperceptible bunch of muscle at his hip. Testing out the chair. 

“We also use the right police officers for the job. Take me, for instance.” Alice gestures to herself, and takes a sip of her tea. She’ll blame that wave of warmth on weak, too hot tea and not on the feel of those eyes moving over her. “I’ll be sent in to deal with men who are narcissists. Men who are women beaters, who are rapists. Who think they’re better than a woman. It makes them angry, to have to deal with someone they see as beneath them.”

There isn’t so much as a flicker of anger across John Luther’s expressive face. But there is something there, tucked into the corners of his eyes. Curiosity. 

“Have you ever heard of Occam’s razor?” John nods, watching her when she stands from her seat and paces over to lean against the wall, hands tucked behind her. It keeps them from fluttering. John rumbles back the definition. But he’s waiting for something. “The only person known to have been at the house was you, John.” 

John scoffs a little at her. “Absence of evidence doesn’t necessarily mean evidence of absence.”  He’s got Alice’s attention now. And it seems to be mutual. Luther leans forward, tapping his temple. “I see what you’re doing there. A leap.” Alice answers without thinking. A hop, really. “But you’re wrong. Was my marriage strained? Yes. Was my wife sleeping around? Yes. Did I kill her? No.”

 John’s entire affect has changed now. No hint of tears at the eyes, no downturned mouth. He’s watching Alice like she’s the only thing in the world and it’s making her feel a little dizzy as she asks can you prove that? John laughs. He actually laughs. It’s faint and over in an instant, but it’s a laugh. “Can’t prove a negative, that means the burden of proof is on you, DCI Morgan. If you think I did this, then you need to demonstrate how and when.”

They were so deeply beyond is he the killer that Alice has circled back around to how can I prove that he’s the killer? No doubt in her mind. “But I won’t be able to do that, now will I?” The audio on the camera, even the recorder won’t have picked it up. But Alice hears that you can try as if it were whispered against her ear. She has goosebumps. “Because you, John, you don’t interact with the world in the way it assumes you will. It makes you hard to understand. And it’s your absence that’s more telling than your speech.”

“Is that a compliment?” There is something predatory in the way his curls those words over his tongue, eyes like a shark and long, powerful body like a crouched panther. Alice doesn’t know why she says it. But ‘yes’ slips past her lips like a confession. Bloody hell. 

John leans back in the chair, a pleased little ‘ah’ slipping past his lips. Just like that, his demeanor has softened. Gone was the hunter. “Are you trying to beguile me?”

They’re sparring now. Alice crosses her legs so that she doesn’t have the urge to bounce her knee. “No, John. I wouldn’t be so foolish.” He was a narcissist. The best thing she could do was play to his ego. (It wasn’t a lie.) “But.” She lifts a careful, manicured finger there. “You can be sure that I will find the proof I need. And you will go down. Criminals are never as clever as they think they are.”

“That must get monotonous, for someone as brilliant as you, Alice.” Her name feels illicit where it sits on the tip of his tongue. Alice closes the folder and gathers it in hands that she keeps still and straight with sheer force of will. Out in the hall, she has to take a deep breath before she can face the peanut gallery again. 

Time was up. They couldn’t hold him any longer, and no amount of possible ideas to hold him from Hargreeves (good boy) was enough to stop the inevitable. It didn’t matter that it was obvious, that anyone with eyes could see that Luther was excited by them knowing. (She doesn’t say them, Alice says he’s excited that I know and she ignores the look from Peter it gets her.) Teller gives the call to cut him loose. Peter, protective in his own silly way, offers to be the one to let him know. Alice wonders if her cheeks are as pink as they feel. 

On his way out, John Luther, used book salesman and murderer, stops by Alice’s desk. “I did enjoy our little chat. You’re very interesting.” He pats the edge of her folder and walks away. Alice has never wanted to break a chair over someone’s back so fiercely in all her life. 

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Her apartment is chilly and uninviting, even with a light left on in every room, an old habit left over from her time in University that she’s never been able to shake. Alice kicks off her ridiculous heels and her overcoat, and pads to the kitchen on bare feet. The curry in the styrofoam box in her refrigerator still smells passable. 

She eats it right there in the kitchen, because her table is overflowing with cold case files and the kind of photographs that would put anyone off of their dinner. Alice’s mind wanders while she eats, replaying the crime scene over in her mind’s eye with startling clarity. There was something she was missing. Something that wasn’t right. 

Stomach full but no more satisfied, Alice sits on the side of the tub and draws herself a bath. While it’s running, she cleans the lipstick away, spending a moment staring at the red smear on the cloth wipe. 

Once the tub is full and dusted with soft smelling bubbles, Alice strips down, leaving her work clothes in a heap outside of the bathroom door, like maybe she can hide from all of it if she just shuts the door behind her. 

The water is deliciously hot, and it eases the ache building in her arches from wearing those heels for the rest of the afternoon. Alice pins her hair up off of her nape with a pen balanced on the notepad she kept next to the sink, and slips down into the water, her eyes falling closed. 

It’s been a long time since Alice made an attempt at a life. Bertrand had been wonderful in his own way, full of fire and intellect. But the challenge of arguments lost their luster when they always came back to the same thing. Her job. You spend more time with the dead than you do with me, Alice. By the time he moved out, she was more angry than hurt. 

Without any direct input from her mind, her thoughts trail back to the morning. To John Luther, cut from marble even in the paltry paper suit that sat too short on his forearms and his calves, because of his size. With his bright, clever eyes and his lovely, long fingered hands…

It’s only because she hasn’t been on a date in a few years. That’s why her fingers trace down the inside of her thigh, with the thought of John’s careful mask slipping away dancing behind her closed eyelids. 

She thinks of what it would be like to put herself across his lap. In this ridiculous fantasy, she’s wearing a skirt. They’re never practical for work, but there’s nothing practical about fingering yourself while thinking about a murderer. 

In her fantasy, he’s in trousers she can work the zipper down. And he’s running his big palms up from her knee to her hip, her skin lit up like streelights following the dusk beneath his touch. His eyes never leave hers, clever and sure of what he’s doing to her. 

In her fantasy, he catches a finger at the hip of her knickers and pulls, the flimsy fabric rending like wet paper beneath the strength of his hands. Alice moans, both in the place in her mind and the place in her tub. 

In her fantasy, John balls up the fabric and shoves it into his pocket. A trophy to keep. A reminder of what he was doing. 

In her bathroom, Alice sits bolt upright in her bath, hands catching on the sides and sending water sloshing onto the floor with loud slaps. 

“The ring!”

#ch: alice #polyfacetious #polyfacetious | luther #v: dci morgan #boy did this ever get away from me #my brain is tired now #queued

[theyrealllegends]

How to piss off your neighbours (Roger Taylor x Reader Smut)

I can’t really tell you what happened of why but I still had this laying around and I thought today, I’d finish and then share it with you. Roger and Reader are childhood friends but one day, horniness gets the best of them. This is pretty filthy, I guess, so 18+ ONLY, please! 

Enjoy!

“Want another one?”, Roger asked, holding up his empty beer bottle while he slowly moved away from you to get up. 

“Yeah”, you just answered absentmindedly and you almost didn’t notice his glare but when you did it made you snort. “C’mon, Rog, just get me that beer.” He still didn’t move his feet, only crossing his arms over his chest. “Please, Roggie?” He took it with a nod and went over to the kitchen counter and the fridge as if he’d never made a big deal out of it. You were back into listening to Deaky’s story about how he met Veronica, his ridiculously pretty girlfriend. Roger came back some moments later placing the bottle in your lap before sitting down next to you again, his arm going on the couch’s top behind your shoulders again and you leant back into him slightly. 

“How long have they been dating?”, you heard Freddie’s new girlfriend, May or something, ask and it made you snort. 

“Why does everyone ask that?”, you got their attention. “You did too, Fred, didn’t you? And Deaks as well!”

“Should tell you something, love”, Freddie said with a grin. “You can’t deny that blondie’s a handsome one.”

“I’d never, but I like to think that I’m the one that made him look that good.” Roger snorted and you turned a little to slap him. “You do remember what that hair looked like before I took you to my hairdresser, don’t you?”

“That was third grade, y/N”, he tried to argue himself out of it with a grin. “I guess I burnt down every photo before that.”

“Everyone you could find”, you teased and chuckled when his eyes went wide for a second. 

“You’re joking.”

“Am I?”

“I hope you are! Wouldn’t wanna go back to that story of Ray Miner’s girlfriend. Oh, or the one with the stolen baby-sheep?”

“Fine, we’re even. Just shut up”, you just nodded, crossing your arms over your boobs. In your earlier years you’d lent towards girls much more than these days, after you’d realised how much pleasure and power it gave you to ride a guy - but back in the days you’d gotten into various arguments with that idiot about his kindergarten “girlfriend” and when you’d started to throw hands one time, that little bitch whose face you couldn’t recall anymore had started crying like she hadn’t given you puppy eyes all the time before! It was one of your dumber early moments, especially since you couldn’t blame it on alcohol like the story of the stolen baby-sheep. 

“Are we still going out?”, Freddie asked some minutes later and you shrugged.

“Where to?”

“Club or Pub?”, Roger asked as well. 

“I’d like to dance”, Mary told Freddie who smiled and leant in to kiss her neck quickly. 

“I’d have to get changed for a club”, you rambled, pointing at your legs. You wore knee-high socks and black jean shorts which you considered fine but you’d just thrown on a grey Led Zeppelin shirt before Roger’s band mates had come over so Mary could meet the whole gang. You weren’t even wearing a bra and you weren’t sure if you wanted to put one on just for the drunks in the club you usually went to with the boys. 

“Just put on a blouse and you’re good."

“You know I don’t really do blouses”, you told Roger after rolling your eyes at him. 

“Yeah, but I do and you never hold back on my stuff”, he argued and you raised an eyebrow. 

“I’ll consider your offer”, you explained and he grinned. 

“We could do better things if we stayed in.”

“What you got in mind, Roggie?”

“I don’t know, just telling you I may or may not have gone to meet that Antonio guy.”

“I told you you shouldn’t tell me if you do!”, you replied and caught Mary’s glance, knowing that you’d lost her somewhere in the conversation that wasn’t entirely made for her ears either. 

“I’d share it with you”, Roger just shrugged it off. 

“At what expense?” His eyes were sparkling when his lips curled into a grin and you rolled your eyes again. “I’m way too sober to give you a lap dance. Again”, you added after a heartbeat and shuddered at the blurry memory. You were glad you didn’t even remember what you’d done it for and that the only thing you were certain about was that it had taken Roger quite some time to persuade you to do it in the first place. He’d been your friend since the beginning of kindergarten when his family had moved in next to yours and the two of you had been inseparable ever since. He was the only one that seemed to get you, when you were bursting out in unexplainable anger, when you were struggling with your feelings and your sexuality around the same time you got your first period - which he’d been very serious with, already being the biologist he liked to believe he was becoming these days. You’d been there for each other when you got too drunk the first time, smoking cigarettes and later pot together, the first shag, the first heart break - everything really. And you weren’t blind you knew that Roger had grown into a handsome man but you didn’t really want to go into that deeper, scared that anything sexual happening between the two of you - apart from the occasional drunk cuddles and a few tight dances you barely recalled - would ruin something. 

“It’d be on me this time. If you were kind enough to grill the cheese later on.”

“I would, actually but only because I can still smell how horribly you burnt it last time.”

“Good, then that’s plan B if the lads decide to be bores.”

About a month and a half later you thought back to that night and how you’d ended up going to the club, dancing the night away. It had been way past 6 in the morning when you’d returned home, the sky already light blue, birds singing in the still chill summer day. Roger had gone home with two cute blondes, one of them had caught your interest as well but you could tell by now when to step back for Roger to give a girl what she was really looking for. And it wasn’t that you weren’t alright with that, you were just not too pleased to acknowledge that your fingers weren’t precisely able to get to that one spot deep on your inside that made you cum like not much else. Roger had come home to your shared flat in the later afternoon with take out burgers and fries and he’d saved your whole hungover day with it. 

You wished it would be as easy to safe your day right now as well but with all the books and papers and notes and the days marked red in your calendar to remind you of your exam dates you knew it wouldn’t be. A miracle would have to happen actually because you could do a lot of things but the maths for your annoying economy class wasn’t one of them. You sighed when you looked at your calculator that was showing you a wrong result again and decided that three hours of unsuccessful studying were better than nothing and that you deserved to reward yourself with a cup of tea. You actually found Roger in the kitchen, his head on one of his books, his fingers scratching his scalp and it made you snort because you could relate so bad. 

“I really feel you, buddy”, you said and he sat up with a groan. 

“Fuck, y/N, you have no idea how bad it’s this time.”

“Why?”

“Well, last time it was the human reproduction system and I somehow powered through that because it was at least kind of entertaining.”

“There were graphs of vaginas, admit it.”

“Kinda, yeah. But this is a whole other level, I couldn’t even tell you the exact topic if I tried.”

“That’s a pity”, you judged honestly. “Tea?”

“I’d need at least half a bottle of scotch to keep going”, he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “I’ll have one”, he added when he found you still looking at him, holding a tea bag up in question. “Thanks.”

“Sure, sweety. My economy calculations seem much easier now, thanks.”

“Anytime, love. Should we get dinner tonight?”

“We always have dinner, Roggie, you can’t cook.”

“I mean, should we order something to keep us motivated right now.”

“I could use some good greek food”, you admitted, your mouth already watering. 

“Sounds good to me”, Roger agreed with a smile. “Wanna join me here?”

“I know how your moaning sounds and I’m not quite up for that right now”, you told him bluntly and he snorted. 

“I don’t know how you think you know that. Also, I’m lovely when I moan.”

“Of course you are”, you shook your head sarcastically. “See you at seven?”

“Yeah, you’re a mood killer.”

“You love me”, you just told him before you left the kitchen, shaking your head at yourself wildly. How desperate could you be that suddenly Roger’s bad jokes turned you on? Like - you bloody knew them all! And still, this time his words had gone straight to your core, making your body ache for a relieve and you let your head fall back between your shoulders when you went back to your desk instead. At least you hadn’t forgotten your tea and you’d make Roger pay your dinner. 

A dinner that you well deserved actually because after what felt like eternities, your results started to be close to the actual solutions until at around 6:30 you got a correct answer, leaving you with a smile. 

“I want to celebrate my first correct calculation”, you explained Roger when you stretched up to the kitchen cabinet that was dedicated to alcohol. 

“So you’ll forget how you got it right?”, Roger asked with a grin, helping you to reach a leftover bottle of white wine. Someone else must’ve brought and forgotten about it because Roger and you usually went with something more high proof. 

“Just as a little distraction”, you mumbled, pouring two glasses while Roger got plates for the delivered food. It smelt delicious and you gave him a genuine smile when you sat next to him on your rectangular, dark-wood kitchen table.

“How’s your nameless topic going?”

“Better, I suppose. It has something to do with the digestion system, I guess.”

“Good start that you can name that now, I suppose”, you told him while you tried the food that was just as good as it looked and smelled. “Thanks for the food, by the way.”

“Sure, hon”, he said and the two of you turned silent while you ate. “Damn”, Roger mumbled just moments after he was done with his plate. 

“What?”

“This was great and all but we must smell horrible after all that garlic or whatever they put in there.” You snorted, not really seeing the problem. 

“I think it was worth it. Also, we both ate it so we won’t gross each other out.”

“As much as I like that, I was considering to go out later.”

“So you really want to forget you’re dealing with digestion and everything?”, you couldn’t help but ask with a raised eyebrow before you took another sip of your almost-empty glass. 

“‘M just bored, if I’m honest. And I mean, I can very well do the job alone but I’d prefer some help.”

“I just ate, Rog, didn’t need to make me want to vomit.”

“Oh, come on, y/N, I think you’re aware that it’s been quite some weeks for me to get laid and an even longer time for you, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Didn’t precisely need that reminder, Roger”, you told him, trying not to sound as pissed about his correct observation as you were. He fell silent when you got up to put the plates in the sink and the takeout boxes in the trash. 

“You know”, he got your attention again when you were about to leave the kitchen but stopping in the doorframe to look back at him, a shit eating grin on his lips. “You could always let me know if you needed help. Wouldn’t want my little girl to be too aroused to focus.”

“In your dreams, Taylor”, you replied with a snort and Roger just shrugged, still grinning. You returned to your room, feeling goosebumps on your skin and your thighs were pulsing heatedly. You caught yourself chewing on your lips before you sighed and returned to your desk to go over your notes again, any kind of distraction welcome. However, that really didn’t do the job and you ended up in your bed, trying desperately to relieve your desire. Of course, that didn’t make it less annoying when you didn’t succeed again, your fingers being unable to find the sweet spot on your inside. 

“Oh, are you alright?”, Roger asked you, when you joined him in the kitchen the next morning. 

“Didn’t sleep well”, you mumbled, reaching for a cup to get a tea as well. 

“You don’t look that good”, he said and his concerned tune made you look up instead of coming back at him. 

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” You started making some breakfast and Roger gave you a thankful smile when you sat a plate of eggs in front of him some minutes later. 

“Nice shirt by the way”, he told you when you went back to the counter to get some food on your own plate. 

“Thanks.”

“Y/N”, he said and you looked up at him in question. “That’s mine and I’ve been looking for it.”

“And what about it? You didn’t ask me, did you?”

“Because you never took my clothes!”

“Fuck’s sake, Rog, I have no idea where I found it, do you want it back right now?”

“I s’pose you’re not wearing pants and as eager I am to see if I’m right I’ll leave you with my shirt for today.”

“Too kind”, you bitched at him again before you took your plate and just left because you didn’t want to fuck him up further. It really wasn’t his fault that you were unpleased and extremely tired, a migraine already tickling the back of your head. Roger just happened to be the only outlet there was but you didn’t want to drive him insane. 

“I’m sorry”, you told him later, sitting on the table in front of him him to get his attention. He looked up from his book and rubbed his eyes as if he wasn’t sure you were really there but then his fingers went to your still naked knee softly. 

“You wanna talk about it?”

“I would if I knew what was wrong”, you mumbled, tugging the hem of his shirt down a little, suddenly very conscious that you still hadn’t put on pants and that he might’ve been able to see more than you would’ve liked Roger to see. He chuckled when he watched you and you rolled your eyes at him. “My room’s getting all the sun in the mornings, I was too hot”, you explained yourself. 

“No doubt you are”, Roger mumbled, his free hand shovelling through his hair. You leaned forward to brush a stray strand of hair out of his eyes and Roger smiled when your fingers found their way around his jaw. His eyes were sparkling and you had to swallow hard not to jump on him that very second. Memories of your life with him kept creeping into your thoughts and held you back, scared you would ruin something when you gave in to some random desire you knew he could cure. “You considered my offer?”, Roger broke the silence, his fingers still on you knee began to stroke your skin delicately, moving upwards just a few millimetres. It was almost enough to make you jump and you had to swallow before you trusted your voice again. 

“What d’you mean?”

“I can basically smell how bad you’re aching to orgasm.” His voice was low and you were willing yourself hard to interrupt him but your brain failed to form coherent thoughts when his fingers moved up a bit further. “And I don’t only happen to be here, I also wanted to do this for quite some time”, he admitted softly. 

“How long?”

“I don’t know, since I was sixteen maybe?” He was actually blushing and you giggled. 

“Roger Taylor, are you blushing?”

“God, y/N, go easy on me this one time, can you do that? We were talking about some shit and you were wearing this red dress you hated but you’d worn it because it was someones birthday and you only sneaked off with me because it was so boring - and god, I don’t think I’ve ever seen something more beautiful.”

“What do you mean?”

“We were running away from my aunt or your uncle or someone and you were a bit out of breath, your face a bit blushed and your hair had come out of your bun. And I realised right there that you were probably the most beautiful girl in the world and I wasn’t proven wrong ever since.”

“Don’t go romantic on me, Taylor”, you tried to joke your way out of it but Roger didn’t fall for it. 

“If you don’t feel the same then that’s fine but you’d have to tell me now before I further make a fool out of myself”, he whispered and his eyes revealed how desperate he was for you not to turn him down. 

“Rog, are you sure this is right? You’re so important to me, I wouldn’t wanna ruin what we have”, you whispered and he smiled softly. 

“Don’t you think we should try at least? And if we see it’s not what we want we can still go back to what we have now.”

“I don’t think it’s that easy”, you replied, shivering when his hand found your hip and he pulled you down into his lap softly. His smell surrounded you when you leant into his chest for a moment and you closed your eyes because it was the smell of home, the most familiar thing in this world for you and it calmed you. “I’ve seen you with girls, Rog. I know that you cheated and lied and got high to forget about all of them”, you told him and his face dropped a little. 

“Because they weren’t you. I never lied to you and I know I could never because you deserve something so much better. But I’m selfish and I can’t stop wishing to be with you.” 

“You’re quite the charmer, Taylor”, you teased him and Roger sighed deeply. 

“I’m sorry I started this. I just genuinely wanted to help you.”

“Why don’t you do that, then? We can still see about the rest.” His eyes went wide and his breath hitched up before he cleared his throat visibly and then smiled, nodding his head yes. You laughed at his eagerness but his lips silenced yours when they found them. You were only taken aback a second before you let the kiss happen and felt Roger’s lips softly dug around your bottom lip. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your fingers in his hair when he deepened the kiss softly and you opened your mouth for him. It felt a little weird and familiar at the same time because you’d run your hands through Roger’s hair countless times before and he’d touched your hips before but it had never been that intense and he made you moan when he pulled you closer and your core got some friction on his dark-blue sweatpants. He moaned when your body was close to his and your hips were on top of the bulge forming under the soft fabric of his pants. You kept moving your hips into his and Roger’s eyes rolled back into his head while you moaned, both enjoying the small friction. Roger’s fingers dug deeper into your skin and you felt his body tense, veins growing more visible on his arms and neck and you couldn’t help but follow them with the tips of your fingers, causing goosebumps on his arms. You could see him clear his throat again and his eyes never left yours while he spoke. 

“You wanna stay here or go to my room?” 

“I’d have ink from your book on my ass afterwards, I guess”, you told him with a smile and Roger grinned, getting up easily while you wrapped your arms and legs around his body to keep yourself stable. He was on top of you in no time and you sighed when you got comfortable on his bed, his smell even more intense in his sheets. “I like it here”, you whispered and he smiled, moving his lips to your neck and his fingers under his shirt you were still wearing. 

“Like having you here, too”, he mumbled and your grip on his hair tightened when he pushed the fabric of the shirt up to kiss your tummy. It wasn’t exactly where you wanted his lips. “Do you mind -?”

“No, it’s not that, Rog”, you tried to reassure him and he rose an eyebrow in question. “Need your lips somewhere else”, you mumbled blushing and he chuckled. 

“I’ll take care of you, just be a little patient”, he said, voice muffled by your skin and you felt goosebumps grow on your tummy. He really tested your patience, though, because he took his time to explore your skin with his mouth until you were so riled up, you were basically shoving his face between your legs. Roger chuckled softly while he touched you through the fabric of your panties and you still moaned. 

“Need you, Rog”, you told him shivering and he pulled down your underwear as if saying it was all you had to do. “Stop teasing!”, you whimpered when you felt his lips on your upper leg but too far from your heat. He continued kissing up your thigh but his fingers already found your wet entrance and you both moaned. 

“Shit, y/N, you’re so-“, Roger was cut off by his own moan and you could tell he was trying to get some friction on his cock when he crawled closer to you. His eyes were on you body while yours fell close when he slowly pushed two fingers inside of you. “Want another one?”

“Yes”, you moaned, your back already arching of the back. Your nails dug in his pillow and you threw your head back when his mouth finally found your pussy and he licked it in slow strokes. You grabbed his hair harshly and wrapped a leg around Roger’s shoulder who moaned and started pumping his fingers into you, exactly were you needed them. 

“God, right there”, you praised, moaning and shifting under him. Roger laughed into your core, the vibration causing you goosebumps before the tip of his tongue started teasing your clit and you could’ve lost it then and there. His hand that wasn’t buried deep inside of you went up to tease your nipple and your grip on his hair tightened, causing Roger to moan. You were sweating, your breath deep and needy and you could feel your orgasm creep up deep in your body. 

“Roggie, I’m gonna -“ But he cut you off when he suddenly let go off you and you let out a little scream of dissatisfaction. 

“‘m sorry, love”, Roger mumbled hoarsely while he wiped your wetness off his chin. “But I don’t want to make you come just like that. Can I fuck you, please?” You grabbed his sweatpants in response and pulled them down as far as you could before Roger had to lie next to you so you could strip him off his boxers too. His cock was huge and red and you smiled when you touched its tip to rub it softly, the precum wetting it in preparation. Roger moaned and positioned himself so that you could still get friction on his leg if you wanted to. But you concentrated on him when you bent down to lick long strokes over his length and Roger gripped your head moaning. You softly ran your tongue of his shaft before you took his whole length in your mouth and he whined. “Fuck, y/N fuck! Fuck, love, no one ever took me so well”, he moaned and his voice got higher with every word he said. 

“You’re huge, I’m not surprised”, you told him after his cock sprung from your lips, wet and ready. 

“And you didn’t even gag”, he whispered before he sat up to grab a condom. 

“It’s what you deserved”, you replied before laying down next to him and he knelt between your legs to put on the condom. Roger looked at you for one last confirmation and smiled when his eyes met yours, your sweaty hair sticking to your forehead, one of yours hands teasing your nipple, the other one reaching for him in need. “You’re so beautiful, y/N”, he praised you before he pulled one of your legs on his shoulder and entered you in one swift motion, almost making you see stars already. Roger moaned and started to push in and out of you with a slow rhythm while he softly toyed with your clit. 

“Go faster, please, Rog”, you said with your head thrown back, your fingers reaching for his legs in the weak attempt to hold onto something. 

“Your wish is my command, princess”, he whispered and when his next thrust hit your g-spot your eyes rolled back. 

“God, Rog, fuck”, you mumbled, your back aching with every new thrust and you completely lost track of space and time when he made you moan and swear with every breath you shakily took. “You’re perfect!”, you screamed because you’d never been hit so right. 

“Y/N”, Roger just repeatedly moaned, his voice getting deeper the closer he got to his climax. “‘m so close.”

“Me too”, you replied, tears pricking in your eyes. “Make me cum, Roggie, please.” He sucked in a sharp breath before he went even fast, his bedframe starting to hit the wall behind it and that was when you lost it and came, seeing only white and screaming his name. 

Roger’s lips and fingertips were soft on your skin and you turned to him dizzily when you finally came down from what must’ve been the best high in your life. 

“You alright?”, he asked you in a soft whisper and you nodded tiredly. 

“Can I stay?”

“Always, babe. Even though I think we’ll have to move.”

“Why?”

“Our neighbours are going to kill us if that’s going to happen more often.”

“I want them to be pissed everyday”, you whispered and Roger kissed you chuckling. 

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🍀 best friends to lovers with TinCan, please? Thanks.

Thank you so much for your prompt, I never knew I needed best friends TinCan in my life :)

This was supposed to be short and cute but it has gotten out of hand so I hope you’ll enjoy this longer fic.

“Did he think that Can was cute? Sure! Even in the beginning, when Can was an annoying brat most of the time, he had, objectively, thought that he was cute. It was the haircut and his mighty pout and his naive worldview. It had been nothing more.”

Pairing: TinCan

Length:  ~ 6k

Warning: Lemon/Lime later in the story (still can’t believe I use this expression again in my lifetime)

Annoy my way into your heart 

The view of Can laying on his floor spread-eagled was a very common occurrence. Tin was a bit concerned that he didn’t even have to question why Can was lying on his floor impersonating a starfish.

Can used to say he liked to study at Tin’s place because it was too loud in his own home. Which was a lie. Tin had been to Can’s place and it was more quiet and spacious then Can told everyone. But apparently, Tin was not allowed to comment on the living conditions of the poor.

Can studied in Tin’s place because the fridge was fully stocked and he had a drawer full of sweets which explained the shiny wrappers which laid around Tin’s living room table. There was an opened bag of chips and different cans of soda and Tin’s PlayStation was running. He hadn’t owned a gaming console before he had met Can.

There was a game on Tin didn’t recognize but he could envision Can who yelled at the screen, jumping up and down in front of it until he was too exhausted to give a damn anymore and had fallen asleep on the floor.

Tin had witnessed the same scenario a thousand times already. He put his school bag next to Can’s, another proof that Can wasn’t here to study, and went to stand next to his friend. Paprika powder covered his shirt’s collar and he had chocolate smeared in the corner of his mouth. His hair was a mess and he slept with his mouth open. Tin was fairly sure there was drool on his cheek.

Tin crouched down and contemplated if he should whisper in Can’s ear to wake him up or pinch him in the side. Either way, Can would jump up in confusion, maybe even yell in surprise and that was always fun.

Tin surprised himself when he had to stare at his own hand because it hovered above Can’s hair. As always, it looked soft and strokable and…

“Fuck.” He looked at Can’s lips to confirm his suspicion and yes he wanted to lick the damn chocolate from his mouth and why was this his life?

He buried his face in his hands and felt the urge to lay down next to Can and just stare at the ceiling.

This was not allowed to happen! He was not in love with Can!

Did he think that Can was cute? Sure! Even in the beginning, when Can was an annoying brat most of the time, he had, objectively, thought that he was cute. It was the haircut and his mighty pout and his naive worldview. It had been nothing more.

He stood up to get himself a glass of cold water. He could have lamented about his new problem out loud and Can wouldn’t wake up from it. He was able to sleep like a stone and gosh he found it endearing…

“This is not happening,” he told the sink and drank the water in one go. Next to Ai Pete Can was one of his best friends. It had taken months for them to even like each other but now Can wasn’t someone Tin could picture out of his life.

He had punched his brother for him…

Maybe he was just horny? He went back and sized up Can’s sleeping form. He had kind of a stocky build. He was surprisingly strong and there were a lot of muscles under his baggy clothes. His hands were tiny which was always amusing to Tin and he wouldn’t mind feeling them on his skin and…

“Stop thinking,” he told himself. This was not happening. He was not allowing it to happen! He was just a healthy bisexual man who was able to appreciate the body of his best friend without weird ulterior motives. A best friend who shouldn’t sleep so trusting in other peoples homes. Did he do that everywhere?

He kicked Can in the side and as predicted Can sat up with a yell: “My flank! Protect my flank! What?”

He looked around with sleepy eyes and yes Tin found that cute. His life was over.

“Shouldn’t you learn for your mock test in two days?”, Tin asked and nudged Can with his toes. Can swatted at him in annoyance and yawned. “Ai Pete was with us in the library and then Ai Chaaim came and all of them were… chummy.”

“Chummy?”

Can waved his hands around. “You know, they looked at each other and needed to sit next to each other. It was weird.”

“You sound jealous.”

“I’m not. I don’t have time for a relationship, okay? I have things to do, places to visit.”

“For the last couple of weeks, you hid in my apartment and ate all my food”, Tin reminded him because the amount of empty chips bags was just unhealthy.

“Things to do, places to visit,” Can repeated himself in an urgent whisper as if Tin hadn’t understood the point he had made. Tin rolled his eyes.

“It’s almost eight, you slept long. Shouldn’t you head home now?”

“Or,” he said and jumped up, “… we could order dinner.”

Tin picked up some of the candy wrappers before he sat down on the couch. He should really pay his cleaning staff more if they had to clean up after Can all the time.

“Or, you could go home and make your mum happy.”

Can shook one of the cans to see if there was still liquid in it. “Nah… she would only be happy if I drag you along and believe me today of all day’s you really don’t want to be at my house.”

“Why?”

“Ai Ley is hosting a sleepover.”

Tin felt a cold shiver wandering down his spine. He liked Can’s little sister a lot, but she scared him. Especially when she was with her friends. Ai Pete had shown him a twitter account half a year back and Tin wasn’t able to look Ai Ley in the eyes ever since.

“You don’t have jeering practice today?”

“Nope,” Can answered cheerfully and had the audacity to slip out of his socks. Tin had never thought bare feet could be intimate, but today was the day of surprises. He stared as Can flexed his toes on his carpet as if the sensation was enjoyable. Something in him clenched.

“What’s Ai Good doing today?”, he asked out of sheer desperation.

Can shrugged. “He has plans… you know, why are you calling Ai Good Ai Good and me only Can?”

“Because he deserves the Ai.”

Tin dodged the dirty socks coming his way. Can didn’t look offended though. Tin liked Ai Good because he was a silent guy with a lot of sassiness hidden inside him. It was fun sitting with him when they went out and looked after Can who would make a fool out of himself eventually. He really appreciated Good’s sense of sarcasm.

“We could order pizza? And no, I don’t want to hear your speech again about how you can’t eat a pizza made from a place owned by Thai because you ate real pizza once in Rome.”

“I also could give you a speech on how brazen it is that you use my credit card without feeling a bit of remorse.”

“You can pry your card out of my dead hands, all of the restaurants around here already know my name and if they see the credit card I own them, okay? Take that away from me and see my wrath.”

Tin massaged the bridge of his nose. Can went to the fridge to take out another can of soda and Tin had no idea how he could make him leave. He needed him to leave so he could spend a night tossing and turning about the revelation that he was in love with him.

“How about we’re doing our own sleepover party?”

“No!” Even Tin was surprised about the vehemence in his voice. Can lowered his beverage and looked at him. “Okay… wow… what’s going on with you?”

“Maybe I…” What should he say, what should he say? Can was like a stubborn puppy with a rope to play with if he was curious about something. He would sink his teeth in it and wouldn’t let go.

“Maybe I want to get chummy?”

“With whom?” Can was next to him so fast Tin wasn’t sure if teleportation had been involved. He also had the feeling he just made it worse.

“I don’t know… just in general.”  

“So you like someone? Who’s she? Or him… I mean it’s cool. Cool, cool, cool.”

“You look like you will burst into flames any moment now.” Tin shook his head in amusement. It was stupid. He liked having Can around and just because his heart beat faster now and he could see himself kissing Can didn’t mean he couldn’t be around him anymore. And he was sure Can wasn’t easy to get rid off anyway.

“Forget what I said, order pizza, I want one with ham, extra cheese. Oh and don’t forget to order pizza bread.”

Can patted him on the back and grinned. “That’s what I wanted to hear!” He jumped up in search of his cellphone.

Tin went in his bedroom to change and listened to the noise Can made inside his flat. It was nice in a way, he thought. He was in love with Can and Can was already here. He didn’t have to chase after him, their troubled past with all the anger was behind them. Actually, he could kind of enjoy this. He had been in love with Ai Pete when they were younger. A very naive and childish kind of love. It had formed into a possessive friendship and Tin had still reservations about Ae and Ai Pete’s relationship but they could be in the same room now.

Or maybe it was because he had such a different friendship with Can than he had with Ai Pete. More insults were involved. He was a bit more open with Can and even though Ai Pete knew about his past and his struggles he never talked with him about it. With Can… It was therapeutic to have Can on his side no matter what he told him. Can was always ready to fight for him, to defend him and did never pity him. He trusted him.

There was a loud crash outside and Can yelled “Sorry!”.

Yeah, maybe the trust didn’t expand to his interior yet.

++++++

Can slept with his mouth open. Tin felt a bit like a creep but he was wide awake and Can dozed next to him. At least they were under the covers because Can liked to test Tin’s AC to its limits. He laid below his pillow, his hands stretched out on either side of his head and the blanket pulled up to his chin. It was a weird way to sleep but Can always said Tin was weirder because he looked like a corpse.

Can had eaten two pizzas on his own and had made Tin watch a drama series with him because his mum would watch it too and she would spoil it for him so he needed to be up-to-date. Tin was now emotionally invested in a plot that involved evil twins and the mysterious murder of the family patriarch.

It had been bizarre because he had witnessed how Can made himself ready for bed a lot of times. He would always sleep in his boxer-shorts and a t-shirt and would make fun of Tin because he used pyjamas. He liked to walk around when he brushed his teeth and when he was finished with washing-up there were water-puddles all around Tin’s sink. He had witnessed it a lot of times but this time… it was different. Because his gaze had lingered on the soft skin of Can’s belly, the water drops on his neck, the spot of toothpaste on his cheek.

He had thought that they were the perfect height for back hugs. He could bury his face in Can’s neck without a problem, Can would be able to do the same to him and neither of them would have to hurt their necks to do so. It was a weird way of thinking because he never thought of it before. Why now? Why did he have the revelation now? Nothing extraordinary had happened. He hadn’t seen Can with a girl, he hadn’t kissed somebody and realized he wanted to kiss someone else. There had been Can, lying on his floor like always, raiding his flat for goods.

Tin turned around to lay on his back. If this was a drama show he would now start to avoid Can because of his feelings, ashamed and aching in equal measure, until Can would corner him. Then he would confess his feelings in a shouting match and yeah in a drama show Can would reciprocate his feelings but they weren’t in a drama show so… Tin didn’t like it. He didn’t want to avoid Can, because he was happy when Can was around. Can made everything easier. He felt safe with him. It was safe to love Can.

And yes, maybe he wanted to touch him, wanted to kiss him but goddamn he was able to restrain himself he wasn’t some monster. If Can ever felt in love with someone he would make sure this person deserved Can… it was easy.

++++++

A few weeks later he regretted his decision, he regretted it so much. It was laughable how little he knew himself. He was a possessive bastard and now he was in love with Can and Can was Can who was affectionate with everyone. How could he forget about Can’s tactile nature?

“Everything… alright?” Good handed him his drink and Tin took two large gulps. Something sour made its way down his gullet and he made a grimace. This was not something he would normally drink but after Can had wrapped a leg around T’No to greet him he had ordered something strong.

“I need therapy,” he murmured. He wasn’t going to survive how Can hugged everyone and he really didn’t need to raise his hands so high to reveal his belly.

“Therapy?”

“Huh…” He was surprised to see that his drink was already empty. He should switch to soda because if he was drunk he would just pick Can up and threw him over his shoulder and that would raise questions he wasn’t ready to answer. Also, Can was surprisingly strong and Tin wasn’t sure if he was even able to pick up Can or if Can wouldn’t fight him and Tin would end up on the floor. He was kinda into it and yes that was the reason why he should stop drinking now.

He pushed the empty glass away from him and turned to Ai Good. “Why am I here again?”

“You’re… weak”, Ai Good answered without missing a beat. Trust Ai Good to point out the truth. Tin nodded. Yeah, he was weak when Can asked him to come to a party with the football team attending. Tin didn’t like most of them and they, in turn, were afraid of him. He liked P’Techno because he was even more naive than Can and he respected P’Type because they were both friends to people who couldn’t look after themselves. More than once they had exchanged looks over the head of their idiot friends while they tried to herd them inside a taxi.

He wasn’t sure if he could handle a drunk Can today.

“How wasted do you think Can is already to believe me I have to head home now?” Ai Good gave him an unimpressed look. Can was already in the stage of bouncing up and down and creating silly boomerang videos with his teammates for their IG stories. He wouldn’t even notice if Tin was gone.

++++++

He did notice and he was pissed. Tin’s phone vibrated again and he didn’t have to look at his screen to see another meme Can had sent him. If it was like the others it was about how shitty of a friend he was. There were a lot of puns using ‘left me hanging’. Tin sighed and ignored it.

“Everything okay?”, Ai Pete asked and handed him his laptop back. They were sitting in one of the little study corners and Tin tried to concentrate on a project for economics he had to do with Ai Pete.

“Everythings alright,” Tin replied and stared at the screen. Maybe, if he acted like he was concentrating on their project his brain would jump-start into actually thinking about their project.

“Really? I heard Ai Can complained about you.”

“Is the whole football team your information source? Don’t they have anything better to do than reporting to you all the time?”

Ai Pete definitely looked smug. “They like to gossip.”

“I had a headache, I left the party early, end of story.”

“Sure.”

Tin snapped his laptop shut. Ai Pete looked back at him with a small smile and maybe he misled Ae with it but Tin wasn’t fooled.

“Okay, tell me. What did they say?”

“Is there anything to say?”

“You really think you’re clever right?”

Ai Pete shrugged. Tin leaned back and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Ai Pete wouldn’t tell Can. He would maybe tell Ae but Ae didn’t care about the love lives of others.

“I’m in love with Can.”

It was obvious that Ai Pete hadn’t expected Tin’s confession. He blinked at Tin, opened his mouth, blinked again, closed his mouth and covered it with his hand. Delighted shock was the best way to describe the face he made. Then, because he seemed to realize who Tin was talking about he mumbled ‘Oh.’

“This is…”

“Complicated, yes.”

“Did you confess to Ai Can?”

“No, and I don’t intend to. What I need is it to go away.”

Ai Pete frowned. “I admit that you would need multiple attempts so Ai Can would get what you want him to say and not, you know, that he thinks you just like him as a friend, but I’m sure he…”

“No, you’re not sure he returns my feelings, you hope he returns them. It’s a difference.”

“So your solution is to what? Sit it out?”

“I wish I could. I could anger Can so he would quit our friendship but that’s not something I want, so I need to unlove him.”

“My plan had been to push Ae towards a girl.”Tin rolled his eyes. Trust Ai Pete to inform him subtlety that he had been able to get his man.

“It’s going to be alright, I just have to ignore it. Ignore…”

“- your possessiveness?”

“Yeah, sure I mean…”

“- your jealousy?”

“You’re not helping,” he snarled and stuffed his laptop and notepad into his school bag. Ai Pete knew him too much to fall for any bullshit he was going to say about his relationship with Can. And now it looked like he was ready to play Amor. Ai Pete as a matchmaker, Tin got chills just thinking about it. “Looks like I have to come to a solution myself.”

“There is no escape from your feelings,” Ai Pete called after him.

Since this guy had a satisfying love life he was even more cheeky. Tin shouldered his bag and wasn’t sure why he ran away. Maybe because he had said it out loud for the first time. His heart still raced and if he was prone to blushing he knew he would be beet-red by now.

He had been able to share Can with the world when he had been one of his best friends. Why was it different now? Why saw he red when he thought about the locker rooms, where everyone could see Can naked? Why was he so jealous of all the people at the party who got a hug from him?

Tin wasn’t a person who hugged. Can had hugged him maybe twice because when Can came at you with intention you couldn’t escape. Also, he once had given Ai Good a high-five. He was downright cuddly that’s what he was.

He already spent a lot of time with Can and why was it suddenly different? Why did it feel like it wasn’t enough?

“Ai Asshole! Ahhh! You turned around!”

Tin rolled his eyes, because he may be in love with this idiot, but he was still an idiot. As predicted Can stood a few metres away, with a frown on his face, a pout and crossed arms. Then, he went up to Tin and boxed him against the upper arm.

“This was for ditching me on Saturday,” he boxed him again, “and this for not answering any of my messages.”

Tin rolled his eyes. “You sent me memes. How was I supposed to know you want me to react to them?”

Can boxed him again. “Why did you leave so early?”

“I had a headache, nothing big. You had fun, right?”

Can looked at him and opened his mouth. He closed it again and glanced to the side. His frown intensified.

“Where are you coming from, didn’t you have a study session with Ai Pete?”, he asked and Tin was sure that it wasn’t what he actually had wanted to say.

“Shouldn’t it worry you all that Ae informs everyone about Ai Pete’s whereabouts?”

Can just shrugged and followed him out of the IC building.

“Are you here just to box me?” Tin wouldn’t be surprised by that.

Can pointed one finger at Tin. “Your punishment was, given your offence, very light, so be glad about that and I wanted to ask you to give me a ride.”

“Are you skipping your afternoon classes?”

“Yep. Mum wants me to buy a nice outfit for a wedding in two weeks.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“You have to drive me to the Siam Centre.”

Tin had lifted his keys to open his car and stopped in motion. He turned to Can who tried to flutter his eyelashes at him.

“I’m not going shopping with you.”

“But Ai Tiiiiiin,” Can whined and grabbed his upper arm. “I have no idea about fashion! I would like to go with a t-shirt but mum said if I’ll do that she will skin me alive. Please, please, please.” Can shook him in the broad daylight in the IC parking lot and Tin was sure that he had been the ice prince once, unshakable, people had been afraid to even approach him. Now, Can hung on his arm and pouted. Tin wanted to kiss it off Can’s face so badly he had to close his eyes for a second.

“Don’t play cute. As always you just want my credit card.” Can’s pout intensified and Tin had to look away.

“It’s not my fault when you will get impatient, and want to go to stores I could never afford, and you’ll want to buy the outfit for me because you’ll be angry and exhausted and want the day to be over!”

“That’s oddly specific.” Tin knew that Can wasn’t dumb. He was observant and empathic but there was a lot going on in his head and most of the times he prioritized the energy to untangle all of his thoughts in favour of thinking about mundane things. So yes, it was always a bit surprising, when he showed that there was a brain behind his bright smile and the little head-tilt he always did when he was confused.

“We’ll be in the shop for half an hour tops.”

“Yes!” Can jumped up and down. “Thank you! Oh, and I’m really hungry, we need to eat something before shopping.” Tin pressed the button to open his car and yes, he was aware he was now paying for his attempts to break-up Ae and Ai Pete. Karma was a bitch.

++++++

Tin had no idea how it had happened. He remembered himself saying “No.” He remembered that he even presented convincing reasons why he said “No.” Nevertheless, here he was, laying on his bed while Can made himself ready to join him. The outfit they had chosen was safely tucked away in a bag.

Tin had known that being in love with his best friend would hit him in the face, but being dragged inside the changing room to help Can buttoning up his shirt right, was another kind of torture. Can’s bare back had been tempting, the line of his jaw, hell even the shape of his ears. He had wanted to press Can against the wall of the changing room, and kiss the constant chatter from his lips. He had wanted to hold his face in his hands and kiss him until Can forgot that they were in public.

He sighed and took his cellphone in hand. Can deserved a friend who didn’t fantasize about ravishing him in a clothing store.

“What are you doing?”

The mattress dipped down and Tin smelled the fresh breeze of his toothpaste.

“Searching for a date,” he mumbled. Did it make something inside him ache? Yes. But he needed a distraction. He was a possessive friend but apparently being in love made him ten times worth. He could see himself trying to occupy Can as much as possible and he didn’t want to stifle him with his love. Can would support him, would want him to be happy, so he shouldn’t have anything against Tin dating…

“No!” He watched as his cellphone was snatched from his hands and was thrown across the room. It shattered against the wall and part of his screen flew over his carpet.

“What?”

Can stood on the mattress, his arm still raised and he seemed as surprised about his actions as Tin. Their eyes met and Can blushed.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why did you…?”

“You can’t date! It’s not part of the plan! The plan will get all jumbled-up and…”

“The plan?”

They stared at each other and Can’s face got redder and redder. He sighed deeply, deflated a bit and sat down next to Tin. He chewed on his lips and took a deep breath before he said:

“My plan to annoy my way into your heart.”

Maybe on the way out of the dressing room Tin had stumbled and hit his head and was lying in a hospital bed.

“Annoying your way…”, he repeated and had the rest of the sentence got stuck in his throat.

“Into your heart, yes”, Can confirmed.

Tin frowned and Can hastily said: “Ai Good and Ai Ley helped me. It’s a twenty step plan. I’m already on step five when I try to spend as much time as possible at your place.”

Tin raised his finger to stop Can. “You want to tell me, you had help from someone who once said to you to drink coke and eat mentos afterwards to see what happens? And your sister who… you saw her twitter account!”

Can threw his hands in the air. “What should I have done? Ai Ley said I wouldn’t be able to seduce you any other way!”

Tin pointed at Can. “Raise your arms… higher… higher.” Tin stared at the patch of skin between Can’s shirt and pants. Can squealed as he realized what happened and used a pillow to throw it at Tin’s face. Tin sat up and put the pillow behind his back as he leaned against his bed’s headboard.

“You’re an asshole! I’m confessing to you right now!”

“There is not much confessing going on, to be honest.”

“Oh yes? What about ‘I’m in love with you, you jerkface!’”

“I’m in love with you too, idiot.”

Can, who had been on the verge of standing up on the mattress again, fell back on the bed and stared at Tin.

“You… what?”

Tin’s heart raced, he felt like he was going to be sick, he felt like his head was wrapped in cotton candy. Please, he thought, please don’t let me wake up in the hospital room because I stumbled on the way out of the dressing room and hit my head.

He cleared his throat. Can looked at him with big eyes, and a stunned expression, and maybe a little bit of hope.

His voice scratched a little as he said: “I’m in love with you too.”

Slowly, Can began to smile, bigger and bigger and he took one of the many pillows on Tin’s bed and buried his face in it. Tin heard a muffled scream and he had to laugh. This was… this was insane. Stuff like that didn’t happen to Tin. He had no idea how he should feel. He felt numb, but also light and he wanted to grab Can so bad his fingers tingled.

Can raised his head and his face was red. “I can’t believe it! I feel embarrassed, but also happy, and I really want you to stop looking at me.”

Tin laughed again. It was strangely intimate to look at Can, as if he needed a special permit to do so now. Can hugged the pillow he had screamed against and robbed closer.

“What are we going to do now? Are we… are we a couple?”

Tin had no idea where it came from but he felt defensive all of a sudden. He wasn’t sure if this really was happening and… what if Can changed his mind? What if was Can was feeling was just the comfort he felt with Tin? Maybe he confused deep friendship with love.

“Is that something you would like? Dating?”

Can frowned. “Isn’t it the order of things? We confess, we date, we live happily ever after?”

Would he survive it?, Tin asked himself. Would he survive Can’s curiosity? Would he survive satisfying Can’s believe there was more between them and then deciding it had been a mistake and they should go back to being friends? Tin had no idea why, but he had the feeling Can could be able to just go back to being friends. Tin, on the other hand, would be destroyed.

But he couldn’t, he couldn’t say no. Tin knew that there was still the young boy in him who just wanted to be loved. It was frustrating because he thought he had him under control, but now… Now there was a Can-shaped crack in his wall.

“Okay,” he said and was able to smile for Can, “TinCan, that has a nice ring to it.”

Can smile was shy, but then he kicked against Tin’s leg. “Why is your name first?”

“Because I pay for your snacks.”

Can nodded as if Tin’s answer was logical.

“We should go to sleep,” Tin suggested because he knew he wouldn’t get one second of it and should start on staring at the ceiling as soon as possible. He leaned toward his nightstand to turn off the lamps.

“Wait!”, Can interrupted him, “am I allowed to sleep here?”

“Why shouldn’t you?” Tin was confused.

“Because…” he gestured between them, “things have changed?”

Tin knew that Can wasn’t ready for anything physical between them yet and the tingle in his fingers just got worse. His mind screamed at him that Can was his for the taking, for touching, and kissing, and… but he wasn’t.

“You’re right,” he answered. “I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

“What? Why? No!” Can grabbed him by his sleeve as he was climbing out of bed. Tin raised his brows.

“You should stay here!”

“You don’t make sense.”

“We should kiss!”

Tin had experienced a lot of Can’s thought processes. Most of the time he eventually guessed or understood what Can wanted to say but now his brain was short-circuited by Can’s words.

“It’s all in the plan, okay? And now we skipped the last steps, and the last step was kissing, and I think we really should kiss… now.”

“You have to show me the plan because I think I need to ritually burn it”, Tin said and sat back on the bed. “You don’t have to force yourself for anything. We can take it slow…”

“Can you just kiss me, please?”

And Tin would do it, he would kiss him, and then he would sleep on the couch because he knew, he knew that even though the kiss would be brief, he … Can just looked at him and for the first time Tin had no idea what he thought. Can was one of the most expressive people, his emotions for the whole world to see on his face, but now Tin couldn’t read him.

Tin put his hand on Can’s jaw, leaned forward and kissed him.

It was a dry kiss, quick, but Tin felt it in his bones. If he would exhale, he knew, it would be shaky. Feeling that much was scary. Just this kiss, the soft skin of Can’s jaw under his hand and Can who simply stared at him. Maybe he hadn’t even closed his eyes. Maybe he was disappointed. Tin’s eyes fell back on Can’s mouth and he wanted, he wanted badly. This was going to end up in a disaster, he thought.

Can just threw himself at him. Tin’s body reacted before his brain could as if he had known what would happen. Can craddled Tin’s face and kissed him. Kissed him like he had starved for it, like everything he ever wanted was found on Tin’s lips. Tin put his arms around Can’s waist, his fists in Can’s shirt and hanged on for dear life.

Can bit him at some point, a nip on his lower lip, either by accident or on purpose and Tin knew this was going to be a thing. He groaned and pushed Can so that he laid on his back. Can refused to let go of his face and even though Tin sprawled on top of him he was not in charge. Not even close.

Tin felt his dick harden in his pyjama pants and he tried to turn his waist to the side so Can wouldn’t feel his erection against his thigh. He made the calculation without Can in mind who started to kiss his neck and fuck Tin felt his tongue, wet and hot, and he murmured “Stop.” because he would start dry-humping Can’s leg if they continued.

“What?”“Wait a minute, please.” Tin rolled off Can who looked at him confused and slightly dazed. Tin took a deep breath. “Sorry, I just need a minute to cool down.”

“That’s something we want?”

Tin laughed. He took Can’s hand and kissed the back of it. It didn’t seem like physical interaction was something to worry about but he was still afraid of going too fast too soon. Can would… no, he was overwhelmed and he needed some time to process what had just happened in the last half an hour.

“We can go to sleep, if you want,” Can murmured and looked at him. It was most likely that he knew exactly why Tin had stopped, he was the most observant when you expected it the least.

“Okay,” Tin agreed and moved to his side of the bed. They never talked about the couch again.

++++++

Tin stared at the ceiling. He had lost count on how many times he had looked at his clock to find out only minutes had passed.

He was aroused, there were no other words for it. He was aroused, his dick was hard and he waited for the sign that Can was asleep because he was going to go to the bathroom and would masturbate. That was a thing that was going to happen. He wasn’t proud of it but the want drummed deep inside him and he ached. He had to hold himself still because even the tiniest bit of movement against his dick would make him explode, he knew it.

Can moved beside him and Tin prayed that he would hear him breathe in and out evenly soon.

“I can’t sleep,” Can murmured into the silence and Tin considered faking his sleep.

“I can’t either.” “I’m…”“Yeah…”“You, too?”“You have no idea.”“Can I?”, Can asked and Tin turned his head. He could make out the outlines of Can’s body, but couldn’t clearly see his face. He had no idea what Can wanted to do, but he lifted his blanket and Can slipped under it. His body felt warm and new and familiar. Their mouths found each other and Tin fell into the sweetness of it. Again, he tried to move his hips to hide his hard-on but Can stopped his movement with his hand.

“It’s okay,” he murmured against Tin’s lips and took his hand, which had laid useless on Can’s shoulder to put it under his shirt on his warm skin. Tin shuddered and Can exhaled sharply. They deepened their kiss and Tin caressed Can’s back gently. He wanted to take this slow but the moment Can’s tongue touched his, the world stood still for a second and then all Tin knew was how hot Can’s body felt against his own and the feeling of Can’s boner against his. It was glorious and heady.

“This won’t last long,” Tin said between kisses, Can just gasped. Tin rolled his hips and the moan out of Can’s mouth almost tipped Tin over the edge. He didn’t need friction, he decided, Can’s sounds, while they rubbed against each other, were enough. After a while, they stopped kissing and just shared moans between their slack mouths.

Can had clenched his eyes shut. “Tin,” he groaned, “Tin.” Tin moved his hand to Can’s butt and helped him to find the friction he needed. “Fuck,” Can murmured against his neck, “Fuck.” Tin felt Can’s damp breath on his ear and he knew that he didn’t need more, Can just had to continue making those noises and he would come, he would come and…

Can moaned brokenly, his body stiff against Tin’s. He dug his fingers in Tin’s flesh and Tin felt the agony of his own orgasm rushing through him. He felt shaky and hollow and glorious and he hugged Can tighter.

He had just come into his pants and he suppressed a snicker.

“Why are you laughing,” Can murmured against his neck. His voice sounded drowsy and sluggish. “Nothing, we should get out of… Can? Cantaloupe?” Can snored softly and this time Tin didn’t stifle his laugh. So Can was someone who fell asleep right after an orgasm.

“Good to know,” he murmured and rolled Can onto his back. The insides of his pants were sticky and wet and he got rid of them. Can slept with his mouth open again and Tin stroked the sweaty bangs out of his face. He had accustomed to the darkness of the room and his eyes travelled hungrily over Can’s face. He was allowed to do that now and for a moment he felt the need to copy Can and scream in a pillow.

“Can?”, he whispered in Can’s ear. Can made a sound as if he had heard him but didn’t wake up. “I’m going to get rid of your pants, okay?” Can turned his head toward him and sighed loudly.

“I take that as a yes,” Tin said and due to Can’s inability to be helpful, it took a while to undress Can. He put the covers over them both and stared at Can until he fell asleep.

++++++

Someone nuzzled against his ear. Tin frowned.

“You know, in a drama show you would now sigh my name and would stare dreamily at me.”

Tin opened his eyes and because Can’s face was so close all he saw at first was a human-shaped blob. It was already light outside but Tin suspected that it was far too early for them to be awake.

“Why am I not wearing pants, Ai Tin?”

Tin chuckled and moved his arm to caress Can’s hair.

“Because it was dirty. It’s laying next to the bed if you want it back so badly.”

“No, thank you,” Can answered and continued to stare at him. Tin closed his eyes again but he felt Can’s eyes on him.

“What? It’s too early, Can.”

“I have cuddle rights now, right?”

Tin squinted at Can. “What do you think we’re doing right now?” He had his arm around Can and their bodies touched almost everywhere from their shoulders to their toes.

“I have to inform you, that I want to cuddle more… intense.”

“Of course you want,” Tin murmured and rolled his eyes. “Do your worst.” The next three minutes Can arranged them to his liking. He even had the audacity telling Tin to stop moving.

“You’re so annoying,” Tin mumbled.

“Then the plan worked out,” Can said and sighed. He buried his nose behind Tin’s ear and it was strangely comforting being spooned by Can even though he probably had to use a sledgehammer to detangle himself from Can. Tin fought a bit against the comfort and the warmth but step by step his body relaxed and with a last sigh he fell asleep again.

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Thank you so much for reading, I hope you had fun :)

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Dog and Cat getting used to each other -  Behaviour with other animals

HOW YOU CAN HELP YOUR CAT TO ACCEPT OTHER PETS

“Open-minded and sociable house cat seeks flatmate!”. A cat living together with other pets in a big patchwork family – Is that really possible or does this automatically lead to stressful situations?

A kitten is socialised as of the 4th week of its life. This usually happens together with their siblings, “single kittens” are merely the exception. During this period, they learn everything about feline social behaviour and are educated by both their mum and their siblings. If a cat has grown up in that kind of species-appropriate environment, it will still go hunting alone – but for the rest of the time it will happily engage with others. In that regard, cats are very sociable animals! They love the physical contact with other cats, they clean each other and play together – also, relaxing is far more enjoyable together than alone! 

In that case, who would be a desirable candidate for your cat`s “flat share”?

Who is the best company for your cat?

And which two would merely “eat each other up”?...

What animals get along with cats?

Every third German household keeps at least one pet, if not two or more.

Cats are the most common pets but they often share their habitat with other animals.

But which animals get along best?

If your cat is to get company, you need to choose carefully and check who they harmonise with best on a long-term basis – otherwise the new situation can become a burden to everyone involved.  

A future cohabitation of two or more animals should therefore be planned with care!

Cats and rodents

“You look so good I could eat you up!”

Cohabitation of rodents and cats – at least in their natural habitat – is at best short if non-existent: Any encounter can quickly take a dramatic turn! Eating or being eaten – since rodents are natural prey to cats, their life expectancy in case of an encounter is unfortunately rather limited. 

If hamsters, rats or mice share the living room with cats, you should definitely make sure that their cage is secured and safe to look at but not to touch…

Permanent lurking can otherwise turn into long-term stress for both parties involved.

Cats and birds

“Separate Tables” –  Spacial separation must be a given for the entire time the bird is spending outside of its cage. A few hours per day need to be reserved for them to fly and roam freely.

During that time, your cat should always be separated from them, because a bird will not keep circling close to the ceiling – at times it will land on the floor or furniture and take a rest.

No matter, how well your cat is socialised and even if it usually doesn’t pay any attention to the bird – this is too tempting a situation to withstand: “Isn’t something moving on the floor there and smelling really yummy?!”

This could mean that suddenly, the hunting instinct is back. Without further ado, the cat prepares to leap – and you can’t even blame it. 

If you can afford to give both species their needed habitat and space, this combination can still work. However, in a one-room-flat or studio, the challenge might be a little extreme for everyone involved.

Cats and rabbits

Grown rabbits normally don’t have problems with cats, given that they are not coming too close. This would quickly be perceived as too intrusive.

They would then try to withdraw – and if that is not possible or if they feel cornered, the rabbits will defend themselves, with force.  

Dwarf rabbit and rabbit kids still fit into the prey category for you cat – so be watchful during the hours your rabbits are running free. 

Do not leave them alone and unsupervised – even when they have grown up. An open door may tempt a saint...So make sure to create a surrounding for them where they can run free but are safe from your cat at the same time; especially when alone. 

Cats and dogs

“Like cat and dog” – means two that do not go together without tearing each other to shreds!!

Most proverbs contain some truth – so what is behind this one?

Cat and dog, living together in harmony – can we make this work? 

– Yes, we can!         

Depending on the individual character of the animals, some breeds actually have no problem with this at all – and if the animals have grown up together, everything should be fine in any case.

Though cats have learned to live with us, they preserve their hunting instincts nonetheless; and there are some dog species bred for hunting especially. But there are dog breeds that have a more sweet-tempered nature, even with cats who cross the line once in a while.

If cat and dog learn to read each other’s behaviour patterns early in life, friendships can be established that last for a lifetime.

Cats and cats

Normally, cats can get along with their own species. However, the “chemistry” must be just right!

It obviously makes it easier for them if they already know each other or even stem from the same litter. But don’t be fooled: Just like in human families, siblings also like the occasional tussle. However, serious fights are not to be expected here.  

If a kitten is integrated in a household with an older cat, make sure that the senior gets its rest once in a while. Even a teenager gets tired eventually – and many older cats are well capable of setting and protecting their boundaries.

A female cat might even consider adopting the little fellow!

It is in any case advisable to keep the cats apart in the beginning and to give them enough time to get to know each other. The hierarchy must be set and during this process, some fierce fighting can be expected. But not to worry – this matter is usually quickly settled. Just make sure to keep out of it and let them work it out among themselves.

As soon as the new order is established, the hatchet will be buried again quickly.

After choosing the animal

If you want to keep several animals but are not sure which one would be the best match, do not only follow your own wishes but also consider how much of a chance there is for the pets to get along with each other. 

What are the prospects for the new combination to become the future “dream team”? – This obviously entails that you consider upfront what kind of living conditions the cats require and if you are able to provide them. 

All animals living together in peace, like on Noah’s Ark – this would obviously be ideal.

But the reality often looks somewhat different and things can even get pretty dangerous!

If you are considering keeping animals of the same species together, make sure upfront that the chance for success is maximised by providing ideal conditions.

Previous experience with other pets

A basic prerequisite for harmony is that no negative experiences precede the encounter – if the animals connect only positive memories with their own species, half the job is done already!

In that case, there should be no fear of contact, as a basic tolerance already exists. But even here the rule applies: Every new animal needs to become part of the family.

And as each group has its own dynamics and rules, it requires sensitivity and patience to make the arrival easier for the newcomer. 

Cats who have had contact with other animals at a young age will usually have less problems with socialising, because a positive conditioning has already been established. 

Monitoring behaviour with other animals

If your cat has shown aggressive behaviour and general difficulties with accepting other animals, you should consider not bringing other pets into the house. The same goes for easily stressed and frightened cats. 

If your cat has a strong hunting instinct, the addition of a smaller pet to the “cat-share” is an equally bad idea. 

Watch the body language and the size of the pupils! This scenario could quickly lead to permanent stress for both the animals and you – as you would not be able to leave them alone for one minute without having to fear for the worst. And with that being practically impossible, the catastrophe is virtually predestined.

The “prey” would have a very limited life expectancy…

Look for a good match

But even the most “dog-proof” cats won’t necessarily get along with ANY dog. 

The character of the pet is of the utmost importance!

An old cat may always have been getting along well with an elderly, white-snouted dog and may even have snuggled in front of the fire with it – but it wants nothing to do with the young puppy and its boisterous attacks!

Before, a wink of the eye was enough communication between cat and dog – the two were a well functioning team, getting along quite smoothly. “But this young rowdy won’t leave you alone, even if you arch your back and hiss at it – no fun at my age in the first place – and I constantly have to defend myself. All I can do is withdraw. Joyful old age looks different!” an old cat might think

Conflicting body language

Surely, the fact that varying species avoid each other in the wild is problematic. An encounter is made even more difficult by conflicting body language – the most basic signals can be read completely differently – between cat and dog they can even mean the opposite!

If the dog wags its tail, it feels jolly. The cat however moves its tail in nervous anticipation – a clear sign to keep your distance, also for a dog! As opposed to being playful, this gesture means that the cat feels far from playful, maybe even tense, enervated and stressed out! 

Growling or purring? When a cat purrs with delight, the dog may anticipate this as a dangerous snarl – just to give an example. (However, there are also purring dogs...hard to believe, but true!)

Misconceptions are very common – except in the case that the animals know each other well and have learnt to cope with the differences. This however takes a good deal of trust and long term experience. 

Passive encounter.

Few animals will happily great new arrivals on their first encounter – as in “Where have you been all my life? Nice to finally meet you!” Rather, the newcomer will be perceived as trespassing on the territory. Therefore never let them meet each other without warning – even if they are members of the same species – in most cases, this will not work out!

The “new one” will be stressed out from the trip and the new territory, with strangers – both two-legged and four-legged – whom it has not met before. Wouldn’t your own first thought possibly be:

“Run, if you can’t hide!”?

To feel safe, first of all a quiet room should be provided. There should also be food and water, maybe a litter box (if the newcomer is a second cat) and a comfortable basket, so that the newcomer can take its time to arrive and get some rest. 

The first night may be sleep-deprived nonetheless...since all of this is much too nerve-wracking as it is!

Further tips for cohabitation: 

Maybe you can ask a friend to become godmother/-father to one of your pets and be there for it alone? – best would be someone who already knows the animal. 

Provide a comfortable, relaxed atmosphere – no loud noises, no visitors, no hustle – all of that could stress the animals even more. 

Getting used to scents

Act carefully and let your newcomer get used to the scent of those who have lived on the territory before actually meeting them. And vice versa, of course. 

Not only does a cat smell much better than a human – but their olfactory sense is much more developed – meaning they can literally “see” someone with their noses.  

This serves the situation perfectly! For the passive encounter, this is the first step:

Before the protagonists meet in person, they can thus get used to each other via their respective smell – that means, they know each other to an extent before actually having met. 

If they then meet for the first time, they may not be great friends automatically – this is obviously not possible – but the scent of the other animal seems at least familiar and non-threatening. The first baby step has been taken – via the nose. 

Positive conditioning by help of scents

Positive conditioning can encourage and consolidate a certain desired behaviour. Praise them if they have shown the right reaction, or even reward them with a little treat!

It will leave a positive impression because it is connected with the reward. 

In order to initiate the positive conditioning you can for example gently rub the cheeks of the newcomer with a cloth and let your “old” housemate smell it afterwards. If your cat shows curiosity and smells the cloth, praise and reward it thoroughly!

This is how you conduct the approach to the new “fragrant messages” – because these are important steps for getting to know one another. 

TIP: Best to bring a cloth or blanket of the new housemate and deposit it at home a few days in advance!

You can also connect a relaxing verbal signal – a certain word or command – with the scent of the newcomer: 

Especially during the first period of adjustment, this can be very helpful with easing tense situations. 

Spreading the fragrance around the feeding bowl “Food is ready!” – Feeding time for a pet often equals the highlight of the day!

Even the favourite spot will be deserted when it comes to being first at the food bowl. You may know the feeling of a stare “drilling” into your back while standing at the opened fridge – and whoosh! Suddenly your cat has materialised out of nowhere.

“I happened to be in the area – would a quick snack be possible, maybe?” Obviously garnered with a glance from velvet eyes that can dissolve steel and stone in a flash…somewhere routed in the genes, passed down from generation to generation and simply irresistible! You can open your fridge or cupboard as soundlessly as possible – Your animal will already be there, circling your legs. 

But this time, the evolutionary imprinted greed is actually helpful!

To connect the fragrant of the newcomer with something pleasant, you can position it in a way which yields positive conditioning: Place the scented cloth or blanket in the feeding area, or present it during play or cuddling time – that way, the scent will automatically be connected with positive experiences.

By the time the first encounter happens, the scent emanating from the newcomer will be loaded with positive sense memories. 

Staying in each other’s space

After keeping the animals in separate rooms for a few days, you can risk an interchange: Each animal is invited to check out the territory of the other. By sniffing every corner of the room, the two animals will get to know each other in absence, via the nose. 

A whole room will smell much stronger than any cuddle blanket, at least for fragrance-sensitive animals. We as humans only register these things marginally, while animals will smell each other even after days of airing! 

The animals will thus be confronted more intensively with the unknown odour – without the threat of a physical encounter. However, by the time they meet “in person”, the “total stranger” will almost seem like an old acquaintance. 

This process initiates the actual “getting to know each other” in a very gentle way – and will make the first “face-to-face” encounter a lot easier – for all parties involved.  

Using the other animal’s blanket

Sleeping blankets or cushions are especially perfect for this, because our feline friends spend much of their time in and on them. 

For cats that are not out hunting, the sleeping place is a haven during the night as well as for many cat naps during the day – quite obvious that these spots are full with odours! Here, not only the biggest amount of their time is being spent – but it is also used for rolling about and cuddling – all of this leading to  a lot of messenger substances being released. 

Many dogs will start scraping at their nest to change it to the their liking – much as in the wild, where they would dig up a hollow to sleep in. House dogs only mimic this with a symbolic gesture – thank goodness – as no house owner will look on benignly while “Bello” is digging up the parquet floor... 

During this scratching activity – similar to cats rubbing their cheeks on something – messenger substances are being released from the paws to mark the territory. 

Place the fragrant blanket in the house a couple of days ahead of the arrival of the new pet. This will give the “old” four-legged housemates enough time to get used to the new odour. 

Adjustment by ear

Silence of the lambs? Not in the least – pets can be loud, and how!

Every animal has a whole repertoire of sounds at its disposal. These can be used as a kind of audio business card – given that there are unique sounds that are typical for the respective newcomer.  

With cats and dogs, this is quite easy; here you can record their meowing or barking. But also small animals make a lot of distinct noises such as the high, piercing squeak of the guinea pig or the lighter pitch of a mouse or rat (no! – do not squeeze – they will deliver the sound voluntarily!

In any case, you should use typical sounds with a high recognition value.

The sounds must be clearly recognisable – admittedly this is a little harder with rabbits and other small animals, but the main goal is to get them used to the noises of cats or dogs. Afterwards, the bigger animal will appear much less threatening!

Playback of pre-recorded animal sounds of the newcomer

The animal sounds are recorded and then played back, beginning with a low level – then you increase the sound until a realistic volume is reached. 

If you conduct this audio performance carefully, a loud bark may still be threatening – especially if coming from a 60 kilo strong resonance body – but at least it will not scare the wits out of your animal completely any more – because by now, it now somehow seems at least familiar. 

A good old tape recorder will do the trick as well as any dictation device, a mini disc recorder – or you can simply use the notes/recording function on your smart phone.

Place the recording device in the vicinity of the animal and play the sequence from time to time – no need to pester the pet with a non-stop soundscape though, as that might be rather counterproductive!

Too much will produce aversion!

Please stick to a bearable dosage and volume level – otherwise your neighbours might start complaining...

Spatial separation

The animals should be living apart from each other in the beginning, with the newcomer getting a room of its own and the “old” pet roaming the rest of the premises. 

Each room obviously gets a food and water bowl as well as a litter box. 

The old territory should be kept available – to avoid resentment. 

The “old” cat should still be number one, even though a potential rival has arrived. All of that is very stressful for a cat – do not underestimate its feelings!

Obviously, anything new is attractive –  especially if it is a fluffy kitten with big eyes and soft fur, looking so sweet, demanding all of your attention and assistance! But do not make the mistake of neglecting your “old” cat! It is not helpful to regard them as extras or boss them around – this does not work with cats any way! They will never “function” according to your will. 

Include them and spoil them so that they don’t feel left behind. When you have visited the newcomer in its own room, always make sure to spend some quality time with the other pet as well. 

Separate bedromms

As the whole new situation is new and stressful, all parties – and that includes you – should enjoy an uninterrupted night’s sleep, to gather strength for the next day.

Even if the newcomer already moves around quite confidently in the new environment during the day – at night it should still have a place all to itself, with no danger of intrusion.

This private sphere is immensely important!

If there are cases of friction and confrontation, a safe refuge is important even during the day! A secure place to retreat to can be a lifesaver – even if things get tough; here your newcomer will feel safe and snug.

And that exactly is the feeling that’s missing for the newcomer: feeling safe. 

So please try and create one or several peaceful retreats. The resting place must be taboo for everyone else, at all times!

This is a private zone – “Entry strictly prohibited”.

An elevated spot for the food bowl

Friendship often ends where feeding begins. 

As to avoid resentment, simply place the food bowls in separate rooms and keep the door shut!

An open door may tempt a saint...

There are enough cats who won’t hesitate to steal from right under their housemate’s nose! To them, impudence wins the game and is also a way of showing dominance.

To avoid bullying and make sure that the new pet does not end up looking like skin and bones, simply place the food somewhere else and that’s that!

That way, the newcomer must not risk life and limb to defend its food.

Here, the new pet can eat in peace and without interruption – an important factor of feeling at home. This is not just about nutrition – food distribution is a matter of hierarchy – the highest ranking animal gets to eat first. 

In one house with cat and dog, you should feed your animals at different times in different rooms to prevent jealousy. You may also want to place the food bowl for the cat higher than the one for the dog especially when you give it dry food, which will not be consumed in one go. Otherwise, the dog might be tempted to dig in at intervals.

Many dogs just love cat food! Wonderfully different in variation! And tasty fish dishes...

Protecting the litter box

The cat’s toilet should always be taboo for other pets!

Cats can be very peculiar when it comes to bathroom habits.

Choose a place for your cat’s litter box which allows for discretion. Also avoid placing it near the feeding area, or in a spot where noise or other sudden interruptions may occur, e.g. near a door, washing machine or tumble dryer.  

Many cats are very sensitive to interruptions of their private sphere. 

Also, some dogs have the habit of “cleaning up” after them!

That a dog will go near the litter box is a no-no in itself. But then to mess with it – that is the last drop for a cat!

Some cats react with avoiding the litter box altogether from then on and start choosing other spots...

Open Sesame!

As soon as the animals have adjusted to the new situation, you may open the door.

A protective safety gate has proved to be useful: Thus, a first face-to-face can be made possible without a direct, physical contact. 

Anything is possible now – from sympathy through to aggression!

Don’t be surprised if the first fleeting encounter is not running smoothly.

A growl, a snarl or a hiss – noisy resentment may happen – even the odd hit with the paw. That is absolutely fine if it is not repeated. This keeps the counterpart at a certain distance – a warning shot, so to speak.

Now you can open the door – still with the safety gate in place – for several minutes each day. If that goes smoothly, the “old” resident may be allowed access.  

If this passes without a serious escalation – be it fight, hunt or mobbing – then you’ve made it: You can now remove the gate and keep the door open. 

All of this however may not happen in a flash (though the much quoted exception as ever makes the rule) – in some cases it can take days if not weeks on end.  

TIP: As exciting as all this may be, try and stay calm and avoid erratic movements: There is no rush! Otherwise, your nervousness may affect the animals and make the process even harder. 

Dog and cat getting used to each other

Who was here first? – Dog or cat?

This question is of great importance if dog and cat need to get along with each other. As a member of a pack by nature, dogs are usually a little more open to the idea. Cats however don’t think much of newcomers in general – and that applies not only to other species but also to their own. In most cases, they are simply “not amused”. Having said that, it may also be a matter of gender, age and character.

While a dog, as a highly social creature, may accept a new member to the family soon enough, most cats will be sceptical and regard the new arrival as an intruder of their sphere. To introduce a cat to a household with a dog is therefore usually easier than the other way round.  

If you are planning to share your home with both cat and dog, you should try and follow the above procedures and conduct the introduction as gently as possible, by keeping the animals apart and only slowly bringing them together – step by step. Allow enough time for them to smell each other, as the scent usually is the entry ticket. Both of the creatures have extremely sensitive noses – dogs even more so than cats – and will immediately know that there is someone else around, simply by sniffing the air.

Also: Keep the same daily rhythm and well-known rituals – for both. This guarantees a feeling of security. 

Keep the dog on its leash

It is a bad idea to put the cat or even both animals into the box for an encounter – or to hold the cat on your arm while “introducing” it to the dog. This is practically the worst possible start the animals can have! (Even though I can already hear the old catch line: “But we have always done it that way and it worked!”

That may well be the case, but no two cats are the same and offering good advice means to prevent the worst case scenario. Again – there is no doubt that the exception makes the rule!)

Surely you have taken your animal to the vet in a travel box before – and that means pure stress for your cat!

Stuck in a box with a multitude of other animals around is never enjoyable. Especially, if there are dogs nearby – not exactly the species they are most friendly with in the first place – yapping and staring at them.

There is only one wish for the cat: Out of here! – and it is not possible. 

MUCH BETTER:

Put the dog on the leash and take it to the middle of the room. Now the cat can approach freely; it will decide when to come in and how close it wants to get to you both.

In most cases, the cat will chose a safe spot from which to watch and assess the scenario.

Observe, how both of them are reacting –  and praise neutral to positive behaviour. 

Presence of trustworthy persons During the first encounter, you should not be on your own if possible. 

If a person is present whom you trust and in the best case is an “animal person”, you have some reinforcement when things get out of hand. Knowing this will relax both you and the situation upfront. 

Now, after having secured the dog by putting it on the leash, the cat may come in: 

Open both door and safety gate and make sure that the cat has enough options to retreat – to feel safe; it may prefer emigrating to higher ground, i.e. shelves, wardrobes or scratching posts – given they are high enough. Please make sure that your cat has unlimited access and keep those surfaces free of clutter. Otherwise a few breakables may fall victim to panic and flight. Afterwards, all items may be safely returned to their usual spots.  

In case of straight out antipathy in the beginning and things going awry, it is good to have someone by your side who has the pluck to jump in and help you with keeping the opponents apart. 

– However, this is only necessary when things really get out of control!

All eyes on the animals

Watch both animals closely – however, do not overreact to any small sign of irritability!

“Helicopter animal keepers” like to overdo it – with the result that the cohabitation may not work out. 

The more relaxed and calm the introduction, the easier the next few weeks of adaptation will be – for everyone involved. Try and be as easy-going as you can, because your fine-tuned animal will register any change of mood and react accordingly. Emotional highs and lows are something that your pets will pick up with their antennas immediately – and they will always respond to whatever is “in the air”. 

When a cat meets a dog in the wild, it will try to escape. The dog might enjoy hunting after it for a while but usually gives up when the cat reaches higher ground. 

From here, the cat will watch the dog for a while, the tip of its tail flinching in anticipation – still nervous but not panicky or afraid to death. 

With the space at home being naturally restricted, a confrontation is sometimes unavoidable. 

A hiss, a growl or a quick stroke with the paw to show dominance still counts as “tolerable cat behaviour”; also a yapping dog straining forward is acceptable. Don’t worry – this will ease up after a while. 

Growling dog? Reward your cat

Even if weeks have gone by without confrontation and the two have gotten used to each other – misunderstandings may still happen. 

This is due to the conflicting body language of the two species, or may be the result of jealousies. 

The newcomer will still be regarded with suspicion at times – especially when it comes to feeding or cuddles from your side. Try and be fair with giving out these tokens of affection so that none of the animals will feel rejected. Especially the pet who was the first on the premises should never be put in second place or bossed around. Setting boundaries doesn’t count, if the behaviour warrants it. 

– But remember, praise is often more effective than punishment!

If the dog is growling at the cat, simply lure your feline friend to come to your side and reward it. That way it will understand that it can relax even if confronted in that manner and will automatically approach you the next time – which will also be helpful if the dog decides to go after it. 

Thus, you can defuse the situation – as the cat is definitely safe with you. 

To enhance the praise you can use treats, or simply your voice or cuddles to anchor positive behaviour: 

Reward friendly behaviour on both sides

As soon as the first encounters take place, this should happen within a peaceful, comfortable atmosphere. Thus, the animals will connect encounters with a good feeling: “It may be a dog, but it is not as scary as anticipated,” And: “That cat does not run away from me – maybe it doesn’t have to? No fun running after it then.” Or: “This seems to be our own cat now – so I will try and protect it just like the rest.” 

A bit of tearing and pulling on the leash during the first phase may still be happening and is OK!

 It is a dog after all. Rather distract than punish it. Give calm yet distinct instructions and only praise the dog when it calms down and behaves in a more relaxed way.

Reward it when it does a good job at being more serene – in that case, a special treat is not out of place!

Watch out: Some dogs may grab the treat only to resume the attack afterwards – make sure to reward the animal only if the behaviour is one hundred percent reliable and not a matter of chance. 

– The same obviously goes for the cat!

Interrupt negative behaviour and separate the two pets

Sometimes, a situation builds up out of nowhere and becomes aggressive – for whatever reason!

That may happen quickly and all you can do is stand amazed. 

If that is the case and one has to fear for things getting out of control, make a “cut!” – at once!

Don’t wait for one of them to get hurt. The verdict is: Act swiftly and separate the opponents. No matter who started it. 

Try not to overestimate slips like these! There will always be “bad days”, even if things are normally running smoothly. 

Better to wait a while, until the waves of aggressions have subsided. Only then it is time for the next attempt. 

Grant your animals the right of being moody. They can’t be the same every day. Often, it depends on the mood if and how an attempt of socialising works out: Today is a no-go; but tomorrow we might be great friends again!

The exception: If rivalries or attacks increase or become the rule, the alarm bells should be ringing loud and clear: A harmonious co-living situation may not be possible after all.

In that case, a solution must be found for the benefit of the animals, even if this is hard for you. If you are uncertain, ask an expert such as a coach or vet – or an animal psychologist.

Grant your pets a break

The first encounter should never take longer than a few minutes. Just enough time to get a first impression: “Aha! So that is the new housemate!”

Don’t ever leave the animals alone with each other; stay with them for the entire duration. 

In the beginning, a maximum of five minutes is often enough, then you can carefully extend the meetup bit by bit: If you realise that the animals react calmly, you can leave them together for ten to fifteen minutes at a time.

No rush though! – Slow and steady is the rule. Observe closely how the animals behave and watch their body language. Keep in the background but always be ready to step in when needed.

Everything takes the time it needs, so try not to push things. The animals usually know best when they are ready to share their home with another pet. At some point, curiosity will win over reserve...

The more time the velvet noses have to get to know each other, the better the chance of getting along. Allow for three to four weeks to make it happen. 

Precaution is better than mending wounds

Animals know all about jealousy and envy. Feelings of neglect are not to be underestimated: Suddenly not “number one” any more – how on earth did that happen? Such a thing is hard to understand and can lead to withdrawal and fasting – in short, depression. But it mustn’t come to that!

Even if the newcomer is interesting to an extent because, well, it is something new, and may be even a cute little puppy or kitten – the “older” resident will always want to maintain the rights of “the one who came first” – the king or queen of the castle. Attention and cuddling should not decrease – on the contrary; more is more in this case.

This helps a lot to prevent uneasiness and the fear of becoming the odd one out. 

Resting and feeding areas should be in separate places for the two pets, so that each has its own “realm” or “sanctum” – exclusive and safe from any form of intrusion. By placing these spots well apart from each other, you can avoid mobbing – which the newcomer might otherwise automatically be subjected to. 

TIP: Spend the same amount of time with both pets, so that no one feels neglected. 

New pet, new luck

Be aware that any newcomer to your household also triggers a new order. 

This means that even animals who used to get along fine all of the sudden might start bickering again. The roles are newly distributed and – depending on situation and time – can always be overturned again. 

Such an animal team is of a dynamic nature – nothing is ever set in stone. For example, if one of them dies or goes missing, the team will react accordingly. By the way – animals grieve, too...and opponents often become friends for life, who will be sadly missed.

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How Long Can a Dog Stay in a Crate

https://www.centralparkpaws.net/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/61PzJzb5hzL.jpg Crate training is essential for both puppies and adult dogs when they first move into their new home.

A crate will provide a place for them to feel secure and keep them safe and out of trouble.

Eventually, when a dog becomes trustworthy, they can be given more freedom.

When Daisy was a puppy, I crated her until she was six months old.

However, most dogs are crate trained until at least 12 months old; it all depends on your dog.

There’s no age limit as to how old your dog should be crated for. However, there are limits for the length of time that you should keep your dog crated.

Every dog is different as to how many hours they can comfortably stay in a crate.

Several factors need to be taken into consideration when determining a healthy amount of time your dog can be left in their kennel.

Considerations to take into account when leaving your dog in its crate include:

Age

Health

Breed

Frequency

Location of crate

tl;dr: Don’t crate a dog for longer than they can hold their bladder!

How Long Can You Keep a Puppy in a Crate?

According to the SPCA of Texas, puppies six months old and younger shouldn’t be crated more than four hours at a time[1].

However, remember all that dogs are different, and some puppies may need to build up to four hours.

When Daisy was a puppy, I was working full-time outside of the home. Because she wasn’t old enough to go to daycare, and I wasn’t close enough to come home over lunch, Daisy would have been in her kennel for at least 9.5 hours a day.

My solution to this problem was to hire a dog walker to come in three days a week and my mom came over two days a week to get Daisy out for lunch and a midday walk.

If you don’t have a family member who can help you out, there are a lot of different dog walking services available.

Professional dog walkers can help get your dog out of the crate for a walk or to play and stretch their legs.

Dog walkers are an excellent solution for getting your puppy out of its kennel halfway through the day.

There are several benefits of your puppy getting out of its crate halfway through your workday:

Exercise – Puppies are essentially fluffy balls of energy on legs.

Bathroom Breaks – Puppies don’t have the same bladder control as an adult dog and this will also aid in housetraining.

Lunch – It is best if puppies have an opportunity to eat 3-4 times a day.

Mental stimulation – As puppies grow physically, they also are developing mentally and require more stimulation than eight hours in a kennel can provide.

QUICK TIP

Have a backup plan.

When I was a sales manager, sometimes unexpected things would come up extending my day. I always had a few people I could call who had access to my home so they could let Daisy out if I were running late.

Even if you have a strict nine to five job, you might get stuck in horrible traffic or have a flat tire.

You may never need to use your backup plan, but if you do, you will be happy you had one in place.

How Long Can You Keep a Senior Dog in a Crate?

Doggy diapers can help if necessary but shouldn’t be considered a full solution

Senior dogs cannot be in their crate as long as they once could.

Most seniors need to go to the bathroom more frequently, whether from incontinence or just age.

Seniors are a lot like puppies this way and can be in their crate for about 4 hours at a time.

Not only do seniors need to use the bathroom more frequently, but some seniors have arthritis[2].

Extended time in a crate can cause your dog’s joints to become too stiff, resulting in an uncomfortable maybe even painful situation for your dog.

A couple of solutions for keeping your senior comfortable:

Bring in a dog sitter to give them some midday relief, either from being cramped or from bladder pressure.

Bring them to daycare. My daycare has special areas for seniors. Some of the seniors are in the office, and the more mobile seniors are in a group for quieter, less active dogs.

Provide them with a bigger crate or dog-proof a room in the house, so they have room to stretch their legs.

Other Considerations

Does the Your Dog’s Breed Matter?

Absolutely, your dog’s breed does matter.

Some dogs are more active, like Border Collies, where other dogs like Great Danes are less active, especially once they grow out of puppyhood.

It is far more difficult for active high energy breeds to be content staying in a kennel for long periods.

A dog’s breed can help determine the duration in which your dog can comfortably stay in its kennel[3].

If you are thinking of getting a dog, this is an essential factor to consider. If you work long hours or have a long commute, finding a less energetic breed would be better.

Even with all the best planning in the world, things change, especially jobs.

I have a friend, Shanna, that has as a Vizsla.

She recently changed jobs resulting in a longer commute and longer hours, so her pup, Jasmine, is stuck in her kennel way too long.

At first, Jasmine was fine, but after about a week, she started to show unfavorable behaviors, such as having accidents in the kennel and shredding her bedding.

Shanna called me, we brainstormed on it for a bit, and here’s what we came up with.

Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, Shanna gets up an hour earlier to get Jasmine out for a long run. Then, the neighbor kid comes over and lets her out midday.

Tuesdays and Thursdays, Jasmine goes to daycare.

Not only did it solve the behavior issues, but Jasmine is pretty tired by the end of each day, especially daycare days.

Not everyone has a neighbor kid that’s able to come over or daycare, but there’s usually always a solution. It just might require a little creativity.

Ultimately, if Shanna still had her Great Dane, Brutus, this change would not have bothered him at all.

Being a Great Dane, Brutus was a very laid-back lazy boy who would have been fine being confined for an extended period.

Does the Location of the Crate Matter?

Pictured: A poor location for your dog’s crate when you’re gone for long periods of time

The location of where your dog is crated during the day does matter.

It is best to keep the crate in a quiet area of your house to keep your dog calm.

Also, be sure to keep the crate out of direct sunlight and away from any drafts. This will prevent your pup from becoming too hot or too cold.

Many people like having the crate in the main living area; however, if you live in a busy neighborhood, the noise from the street could cause your dog to become anxious or frustrated.

The optimal location for a crate is in a darker quiet area.

Usually, the bedroom works perfectly.

The bedroom drapes can be drawn, and a radio can be turned on to drown out noises. The thought is to create a relaxing environment so your dog can rest when you are away.

What’s in the Crate?

What you put in the crate makes a difference.

It is always good to include comfortable bedding that is appropriate for the season.

Also, adding toys and items of comfort like stuffed animals can help your dog relax.

You will need to be sure your dog will not destroy the bedding or toys before leaving them in the kennel with them to ensure they don’t choke or eat things they shouldn’t.

Snacks

When Daisy was a puppy, I would freeze a few Kongs.

Some of the Kongs had peanut butter, and others had canned dog food.

In the morning, before I left, I would put a Kong in the kennel with her.

At lunchtime, when my mom or the sitter would come over, they would use the same Kong, but instead of soft food, they would pop in a hard treat.

I didn’t put a lot of food or PB in the Kong, just enough to give her something to work on in the crate, but not enough that she would need to go to the bathroom or require a drink of water when she was done.

Water

Putting water in a crate isn’t always a good idea.

Free access to water is usually good, but not when your dog doesn’t have free access to the outdoors.

Also, puppies tend to knock over their water bowl, creating a mess and an uncomfortable stay in the crate.

Does the Time of Day Matter?

Photo By: Taro the Shiba Inu (Must have set up a timer) (CC BY 2.0)

Dogs can last in their crate for more extended periods at night unless they are puppies or seniors.

Most adult dogs are comfortable being crated overnight.

Dogs are usually awake off and on during the daytime, making sleeping through the night more comfortable.

However, if your dog is crated all day and not given enough exercise, overnight crating may become an issue.

So… How Long Can You Crate Your Dog?

The short answer is 4 hours for puppies and seniors. For healthy adult dogs, 6-7 consecutive hours a day.

An adult dog can last longer than 6-7 hours a day, but anything longer can become very uncomfortable for your pooch.

If your dog is kenneled for long periods during the day, they may start dreading going into their crate.

Remember, your dog should feel relaxed and safe in their crate.

Final Thoughts

Physically, you can keep a dog in a kennel all day.

However, if you leave your dog in a kennel too long, some dogs may become bored, anxious, and frustrated, which is usually a recipe for destruction.

All dogs require exercise and socialization, but it’s extra important if your dog spends 75% or more of their time crated.

You must count the hours your dog is in its crate and be sure to include your travel time.

For example, when I was working out of the home, I had a 30-minute commute one way in good weather conditions. In Minnesota, that’s only 8 out of 12 months.

Also, I worked eight and a half hours minimum a day, so on good days, Daisy was home 9.5 hours minimum.

Then when you take into the overnight, it was another 8 hours, which is just shy of 75% of a 24-hour day.

I’m not advocating you not crate your dog when you are absent.

But, we must provide enough physical and mental stimulation to ensure we have a happy and healthy pup.

FAQs

Can I Crate My Dog for 12 Hours?

Technically yes, but I wouldn’t recommend it.

It would be best to make arrangements for someone to come over and let them out midway through the day

If you are unable to find someone to help you, you may want to consider dog-proofing a small room in your house to give your dog more space.

If you have a puppy or a senior, 12 hours is way too long for them to be left in a kennel.

Should I Crate My Dog While at Work?

Depends.

If your dog is trustworthy enough to have free run of the house then leave them out.

But if they are still too young or new to your home then it is best to crate them until you are confident they won’t put themselves in danger.

Is It Ok for a Dog to Be in a Crate All Day?

Depends on the age, breed, and health of your dog and how long “all day” is.

Typically, no.

Resources

https://www.spca.org/document.doc?id=126

https://dogtime.com/dog-health/general/687-arthritis-in-dogs-aaha

https://www.caninejournal.com/low-energy-dogs-high-energy-dogs/

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KHR/BNHA Fanfic: The Restaurant with Sushi That’s Out of This World P.2

When it comes to food, Aizawa will happily subsist on protein packets and energy drinks.  However, his friends and co-workers don’t seem to understand the perfectly logical reasoning for this, and he often finds himself on the receiving end of leftovers.

As such, the first time he becomes aware of Hizashi’s newest food obsession is when a bag is dumped on his desk, followed by a very excited “Shouta you have to try this you’ll never eat anything else ever again!” from his oldest friend.

He’d be more excited if Hizashi didn’t utter something similar every other time he tried a new restaurant, but at least the sushi is recognisable.  Hizashi’s love of ‘fusion dining’ had been a dark time in the UA staff room. Cementoss still can’t look at clam chowder without running to the toilet.

Long years of experience have taught him that Hizashi wont let him rest until he’s at least sampled some of it – and with a long set upon sigh (that’s only partially for effect), he snaps the chopsticks in half and pops the closet piece into his mouth.

Flavour immediately bursts onto his tongue, and he pauses in surprise.  

It’s very good.  Almost too-good-for-his-paycheck good.

From his side, Hizashi starts to cackle.

“I know right?  I don’t know what Yamamoto’s secret is but I’m not eating sushi anywhere else.”

Aizawa eats another piece, lips stumbling into a smile at the taste, and finally turns to Hizashi.

“Where did you get...this?”

He trails off when he realises the only reason Hizashi isn’t eating with him is because he’s frantically changing.  The lower half of his uniform is still on, but he’s pulling off a suit jacket and some very large t-shirt he’s pretty sure All Might left in the staff room last week.  His hair is mangled, he’s clearly tried to put Present Mic’s gelled up spectacle into a ponytail in an attempt make it fall flat the way it does naturally – or at least more naturally than the several tons of gel automatically makes it - and for the life of him, Aizawa cannot figure out why.  That ‘do’ stays in place until Hizashi has a free hour, access to hot running water and a change of clothes.  Present Mic wouldn’t be caught dead with hair that wasn’t ‘up and about like the hands of his listeners Shouta!’

Hizashi doesn’t even seemed fazed by Shouta’s confusion, and continues to grin as he pulls off the shirt and starts rooting around his desk, pulling out Present Mic’s jacket and speaker.

“It’s from Takesushi, that restaurant that took over from the hot pot joint that closed last month?  Went in out of curiosity, but the sushi keeps bringing me back.”

Back in uniform, he grabs his own pair of chopsticks and jumps into his own chair, schooching it closer to Shouta and shoving a piece into his mouth.  “Decided I finally couldn’t keep it from my best friend, especially when it’s well within walking distance.”

“Although apparently unfriendly to heroes?” Aizawa asks, hand gesturing to the mess that is currently Hizashi’s hair.  The man grimaces, hand rising to check out the damage before aborting the action in exchange for more sushi.

“Well, that’s a long story” Hizashi admits.  “Present Mic ‘may’ have ruffled some feathers first time he went in, so I try to not to go in as a hero.  Plus I’m kind of on speaking terms with the owner, so I’d rather he not put two and two together.”

Aizawa raises an eyebrow.

“Speaking terms?  How much sushi have you eaten this month?”

Tellingly, Hizashi’s eyes flicker down to his belly before he offers a sheepish grin.  Aizawa rolls his eyes, but eats another piece.  He’s not entirely sure he can blame him all things considered.

“You know what, when I can finally drag you out for a proper meal, I’ll introduce you.  The two of you will hit it off in a heartbeat. You’ve so much in common, Yamamoto’s devoted to his work, fosters a bunch of troubled kids, and considers me his best friend in town.  

“How long has he been in town?” Is Aizawa’s automatic reply, and Hizashi mock pouts.

“Shouta!”

Aizawa ignores him, choosing to go over the earlier statements.

“I don’t foster kids.”

That immediately has Hizashi grinning.

“True, but you’re such a mother hen to your students you might as well adopt them.  I’ve got money riding on one of them accidentally calling you ‘Dadzawa-Sensei’ by the end of the year.”

Aizawa scoffs.  That little bet has been going since he started teaching, and Hizashi hasn’t won yet.  The man chooses to ignore the dismissal, and pats Aizawa on the back before grabbing the last piece of sushi in the box.

“Trust me Shouta, when I get you in there, you’ll wonder how you ever lived without it.”

Normally, Hizashi spends a month inhaling his latest craving before getting bored and looking for the next new thing.  But when the deadline comes and goes, Takesushi take out boxes are still littering the staff room.  Granted, they’re not all from the Voice Hero – he’s infected half the teachers at this point, and Aizawa has even started seeing the boxes pop up in students hands at lunch time.  Takesushi is clearly here to stay, which means Hizashi might actually make good on making Aizawa socialise.

He’s walking towards the school, mentally forming an excuse should his friend try to coax him out tonight, when his eyes are drawn to a crowd near the side of the street, and the smell of explosives hits his nose.

A few moments later, he’s pushed through to the front of the crowd, to find part of a wall still smoking, and three men he vaguely remembers as low level problems on former patrols thoroughly beaten up and in cuffs, being pulled towards an ambulance by officers.  It doesn’t take long to fill in the story – the crowd is buzzing with information.

“-fourth fight this week isn’t it?”

“-really knew what they were doing.  Those men couldn’t even touch him.”

“-ink its one of the UA students?”

“-ain squabble?”

“Not in this neighbourhood.  But what if-”

“ust be some kind of vendetta.  Did they find whoever they attacked?”

“Vanished when they heard the sirens.  Oh!  Could we have a vigilante?”

Aizawa lets the voices wash over him as he takes in the damage, before moving away from the scene.

It’s not his jurisdiction.  It’s not even his day to patrol, but whenever he finds himself with spare time that morning, he finds himself digging through reports for vandalism for the local area.

What he finds confirms what he’s heard.  This is the fourth fight in the area around UA that has ended with explosions.  The first two were against teens from other schools.  The boys from the first fight all had records, while the second had apparently been trying to attack or intimidate another student (‘looked as timid as a mouse and squealed like a puppy’ according to the witness reports).  The third was when police started taking notice – the opponent was a grown man with several accounts of indecency towards woman who had been cornering a young woman who supposedly had run off with her mysterious defender.

All in all, there’s not much of a pattern.  It certainly doesn’t appear to be the work of a villain, or even a vigilante – teenagers and perverts suggests something more random.  The work of someone with a short temper, plenty of pride, and considerable protectiveness or chivalry.

By lunchtime, he’s wondering if he’s curious enough to request the original witness reports for the incidents when he hears Bakugo screaming from the corridor.

“IT WASN’T FUCKING ME!”

His head drops to hit the table, but Aizawa still finds the energy to get to his feet and walk to the door.  When he takes in the scene, his senses immediately go to high alert.

There’s a police officer in the corridor, trying to calm his volatile student down and failing miserably.  The second Bakugo realises he has an audience, his face snaps round to face Aizawa and points at the officer accusingly.

“There’s some goddamn shitty copycat running around and these morons are here bothering me rather than doing their fucking jobs!” Bakugo snarls, hands smoking.

Ah.

Part of Aizawa just wants to sigh and crawl back into the classroom.  Due to the nature of hero training, the police officers districts local to UA all get a list of students and their quirks.  Considering Bakugo’s score on the entrance exam, it wouldn’t have taken long to find a possible suspect.

Still...a quirk is not enough reason for the police to confront a student.  And certainly not without approaching his home room teacher first. Choosing to ignore the rage unless the boy actually starts sparking, Aizawa turns his attention to the officer.

“Officer…?”

“Tanaka” the man offers.

“Officer Tanaka, What makes you think my student was the one responsible?”

Bakugo almost starts hissing, while the Tanaka sighs.

“From the damage done to the street in each incident, they clearly went against someone with an explosive quirk.  Nothing else matches the blast pattern, and our recent victims all clearly insisted the ‘foreign looking, pale-haired ass-hole with a foul mouth’ tried to blow them up.”

“FOREIGN?” Bakugo howls.  “I’m a hundred percent Japanese you fucker!”

...But he doesn’t look it, Aizawa admits to himself.  Hair and eye colour are no longer any way to tell ethnicity in a quirk-filled world, but old ways of thinking, especially in countries like Japan, still cling on in some neighbourhoods.

And even disregarding that, Bakugo is already proven the other two parts of the description fit him to a tee.

“Regardless, I will need to know your whereabouts for these incidents” Tanaka tells Bakugo.  

“Do as he says” Aizawa adds, and when it appears the teen is about to erupt again, quickly adds-

“I will be aiding Officer Tanaka in this investigation, and while I have no doubt of your innocence, providing the necessary proof will save everyone a great deal of time and effort.”

The boy dearly wants to blast them both – the mental battle in his eyes would almost be hilarious if not for the situation – but he keeps himself in control.

“Fine” he spits out.  “Give me the times and I’ll tell you where I was. But if you don’t find this fucker I’m going hunting myself.”

Of that, Aizawa has no doubt.  Looks like he’ll be working late today.

“Drinks tonight?” Hizashi asks when Aizawa staggers into the staff room at the end of the day.

“I can’t” Aizawa.  “There’s a situation that I need to deal with.  I’m meeting with law enforcement in half an hour.”

“What!” Hizashi squawks, standing up in indignation.  “You aren’t on patrol tonight!  I checked.”

Aizawa just takes the opportunity to slump down on the sofa, head leaning back as far as it’ll go on the back.

“It’s student related.  There’s reports of illegal quirk use, and one of my first years matches the description.”

Hizashi gives a low whistle.  “Ouch.  Do you think-”

“No” Aizawa answers emphatically.  “But fingers have to point somewhere unless it’s stopped.  Officer Tanaka and I will be canvassing the area to try and get a more accurate description, hopefully before another incident takes place.”

He runs a hand through his hair before continuing.

“So far, all we know is we have a dozen witnesses insisting they’ve seen fights in the neighbourhoods north of UA where a teenager used explosions to fight off his opponents” he replies.  “A loud, violent, pale haired teenager with little respect for authority and an exceptionally foul mouth. It was a close enough description to Bakugo to bring law enforcement here.”

It does, admittedly, sound a lot like Bakugo Katsuki.  But whatever his fellow classmates might think, Aizawa knows Bakugo’s type – he wouldn’t risk his reputation by illegally using his quirk in broad daylight, and he’s strong enough not to have to. Which means there probably is an unintentional copycat running around.

It helps that two of his provided alibi’s have proven iron clad – he was still in school for the first attack, and he was caught on camera in a subway station for the third, but Aizawa needs to nip this in the bud.  Illegal quirk use can ruin a hero’s career before it begins – if Bakugo continues to be associated, it wont even matter that he’s not responsible, and the explosive teen is going to have enough challenges in making it to graduation without loading another teen’s mistakes to his file.

“...You sure they were all near the North?”

Aizawa huffs.  “Yes.”

“...Anywhere near Seirin High or...the restaurant district?”

Aizawa stills, and pulls his head up.  Hizashi looks worried, fingers twisting together in a way he only does when he’s feeling guilty.

“Hizashi?”

His friend winces.

“I...may, possibly, know a non-UA teenager living in that district who fits that description?”

Aizawa mentally recalls the area, and a restaurant quickly flashes into his mind.  As do Hizashi’s many long conversations regarding the infamous ‘Yamamoto’ and his brood.”

His head flops back with a heavy thud.

“You didn’t think to mention this earlier?”

“I have mentioned him” Hizashi defends.  “I mean, I don’t know for sure what his quirk is but-”

“Who is he?” Aizawa asks, before Hizashi realises that he’s been toning out quick a bit of the Yamamoto story recap the last few weeks.

“Gokudera” HIzashi offers.  “Gokudera Hayato.  Sixteen, silver hair, bit of a smoking habit, very, very smart, and extremely protective of what’s his.  Not certain about his quirk, but I’ve heard enough in-jokes about his ‘explosive personality’ to make assumptions.

Aizawa gives a long groan.

“Don’t suppose he’s not fully Japanese?”

“Half-Italian I think.”

Jackpot.

Thankfully, Officer Tanaka agrees with him about the possible ID, and they head straight for the restaurant.  It’s closed – judging from the hours a temporary break so the staff can change for evening service – but the door is unlocked and they head inside.  

There’s only one figure in view, a man in chef whites behind the counter, who looks up at their arrival. The second he registers them, he sighs, heard lifting up towards the ceiling.

“I should have known it was too good to last” he mutters.  “So, which one is it?”

It’s the tone of a long-suffering man who knows full well what he can’t control.  Aizawa can sympathise.

Officer Tanaka on the other hand, just seems amused.

“Yamamoto Tsuyoshi?  I’m Officer Tanaka Shinji, and this is the Erase Hero, Eraserhead.  I’m afraid we have reports of illegal quirk use, and a possibly suspect is registered as living at this residence” he says.  “Eraser head is here due to the nature of the damage.”

Yamamoto’s eyes glance in Aizawa’s direction, and he nods in greeting.

“Witnesses are describing a quirk which is unfortunately similar to one of our students and causing problems.  Parts of the neighbourhood are showing signs of explosive-”

The sushi shop owner doesn’t even wait for the heroes to stop speaking, taking a step back and hollering into the kitchen.

“Gokudera! Get down here now!”

There’s a set of stairs just to the side of the kitchen heading upstairs, just out of sight for customers, and Aizawa hears some muffled sounds from above, followed by thumping, before heavy footfalls announce their suspect.  

It’s a teenager with silver hair and a delicate bone structure that could almost be called pretty if he wasn’t scowling, and adorned with enough gothic accessories to open up a jewellery store.  All things considered, he can’t really see any resemblance to his student – except maybe a similar taste in skull-motif fashion.  When he storms into the restaurant and spots the heroes standing by the door, he scowls even further, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“What the fuck are these bastards doing here?”

Ah, there it is.  Bakugo’s trademark mouth and disrespect.

Yamamoto, clearly used to the language, merely ignores it.  “What have you been doing after school?  You told me you handled it legally.”

The teen bristled.  “I did!  I checked the laws on self defence six times.  They’re stupid as all fuck, but very clear. And those ass-holes used their powers first!”

Officer Tanaka steps forward.  “Gokudera Hayato?”

The teens head snaps back.

“What?”

Tanaka quickly rattles off the dates and incidents in question, but Gokudera merely rolls his eyes.

“Sure, that was all me” he says, as if he hasn’t just confessed to breaking the law on multiple occasions.  “They all needed to be taught a lesson in just where they stood on the food chain.”

The policeman is already shaking his head in disbelief.

“Gokudera, if someone intentionally uses their quirk on you, you should be contacting the authorities rather than fighting back with your own-”

“Ah!” The teen shoves a finger at the officer’s face.  “I didn’t use my ‘quirk’ so didn’t do anything wrong.”

Tanaka is not impressed, pushing the hand away and glaring at the teen.

“Then they just happened to get admitted to hospital with blast marks and chemical residue on them?”

Gokudera throws his hands into the hair.

“God this place is so backwards!  No, they didn’t just happen to get those, that’s a pretty natural conclusion to someone getting up close and personal with explosives!”

“Are you saying they got too close to your explosive quirk and it was unintentional?” Aizawa asks, although he’s pretty sure he’s missing something here.  The teen glares at him, and then from...somewhere, pulls out what appears to be a stick of dynamite.

“No” he replies.  “My quirk is too dangerous for losers like that.  I used, old school, real explosives.  You bastards get it now?”

“Gokudera!”

Eraserhead frowns – the man in front of them had snapped the name, but it had echoed from above.

Ah, at the top of the stairs was a skinny teen with fluffy brown hair, looking absolutely horrified at the situation.  

This must be the ‘mouse and puppy’ from the reports.

When he draws everyone’s eyes, he flinches, shuffling down the stairs. Eraserhead expects him to cower behind the puffed up delinquent at the bottom, but instead he steps in front, arm moving just a tiny fraction – an attempt to keep the teen where he is.

More astonishing is the look of awe that appears on Gokudera’s face as he takes in his friend.  It’s the same look Midoriya gets when All Might so much as breathes in his direction.  Idol worship in its purest form.

What kind of relationship do these two have?

“Tsunayoshi, this really isn’t something you need to be here for” Yamamoto offers, thought Aizawa notes there’s not much force to the words. Tsunayoshi just shakes his head.

The brunet is clearly nervous, but he’s ready to protect his friend however necessary.  Eraserhead appreciates the sentiment.

But it doesn’t change the facts.

“So, your quirk” Eraserhead begins, turning attention back to Gokudera. “It doesn’t involve explosions?”

The taller teen snarls, brandishing the stick.

“No! It’s not a fucking quirk!  What the fuck is wrong with you people? How many times do I have to say it!”

“Gokudera!”

The teen’s face falls as the boy in front of him chides his outburst, looks away in contrition.  The fluffy brunet gives a quick sigh, before stepping forward.

“It’s not his quirk sir, I promise.  He just really likes explosions – he uses flashy...fireworks?”

The boys sags a little at the last work, and Tsuyoshi covers his eyes with a palm.  Clearly, ‘fireworks’ isn’t quite accurate.

Still, if it’s not a quirk, it’s a matter for police, not heroes, and Bakugo’s reputation will be clear.

“Can you prove it?”

Gokudera rolls his eyes and grabs a pair of chopsticks from the same table. He glances over at Tsuna, who then glances at Tsuyoshi, who gives a nod of permission.

The teen’s hand glows red, almost as if it’s on fire – though it focuses more on the rings the boy wears than the skin – and the chopsticks disintegrate into nothing.

Eraserhead's eyes widen as the flames vanish.

“Disintegration. That’s my ‘quirk’” Gokudera snaps, though the last word is spoken with an emotion Eraserhead can’t quite place.  “If I’d used that on those bastards, they wouldn’t have lived long enough to complain.”

This is honestly not how Aizawa saw this conversation going at all. Clearly, Tanaka isn’t much better, but when it becomes clear Gokudera is about to rant, Aizawa pulls the man back to keep him from interfering.

“First ass-holes thought they could intimidate me just cause they had physical quirks, as if that was enough to scare me – I don’t even remember their fucking names!  Second group of bastards thought they could attack the Ten...Tsuna. I couldn’t let that stand!  And that pervert tried to flash Kyoko! He should be grateful I’m the one that was there!  If was Turf Top he’d never walk again!”

“...And today?” Aizawa asked, when it appeared the teen was winding down. Gokudera amps up his scowl and looks away.

“Jerks from ‘Sushi No Go’ and ‘Sushero’ who aren’t happy Yamamoto’s sushi’s better than theirs” he says.  “Thought they could send a guys here and wreck the atmosphere.  Sent them packing weeks ago, but guess they thought they’d try again.”

Tsunayoshi snaps his head back in shock.  “They came back!”

Then he suddenly remembers he has an audience and his head swings back.

“Hiiieee...”

Yamamoto doesn’t look much better, closing his eyes and sighing.  

“Tsunayoshi, Gokudera, I thought we talked about this.”

“We didn’t want you to worry!” Gokudera insists.  “You do enough for us.  Me, The Baseball idiot and the Te...fuck...Tsuna, just thought we could handle it.”

“Oh, so Takeshi is involved in this too?”

Both boys wince, but Yamamoto is smiling.  It’s a little thing, but it’s definitely there.

“I thought the whole point of this whole adventure was not having to handle things on your own any more?”

“It is” Tsunayoshi insists.  “It’s just...hard to remember sometimes.”

There’s a novel to be read in these words, but this is meant to be Aizawa’s evening off, and they still have the original issue to deal with.

“Officer Tanaka, if this wasn’t quirk use, I’m not sure any serious crime was committed.”

The officer just shakes his head.  “There is destruction to public and private property.  And if your...weaponry wasn’t civilian grade-”

“They were” Gokudera insists.  “I made sure of it, just in case this happened.”

“You expected to be attacked?” Aizawa asks, and Gokudera grins.

“The laws don’t forbid using non-lethal tools for self defence” Gokudera replies.  “Quirks are forbidden unless your life is literally on the line, but the laws on weapons and explosives are severely lacking.  If a villain decided to ignore the law, having a non-illegal defence just made sense.  My bombs were perfectly legal, and I can prove it.”

The truth is, he’s not wrong.  Eraserhead has butted heads with those laws on more than one occasion.  When quirks first started appearing, the laws swooped in to corral the more destructive ones, and the traditional rules on self defence...didn’t follow.  They’re a by-product of the generations where having a quirk was rare and quirkless the norm.  Many villains get away with slaps on the wrist after dealing with Eraserhead because they fight with tools since their quirk is rendered useless.  If Gokudera Hayato has studied those laws as well as Eraserhead thinks he has, then there’s no doubt his ‘fireworks’ were within legal limits.

“I think this is something for your ethics department to deal with” Aizawa mutters to Officer Tanaka, and heads for the door.  “I’m going home.”

Maybe he can still catch Hizashi for a drink before he crashes for the night.

In the end, Gokudera Hayato is given a months community service and a severe warning not to use explosives in public areas unless his life is in danger, and although Bakugo has tried to threaten of ‘the copycat bastard’ from Aizawa several times, his reputation stops taking hits.

The nearby delinquent population however, doesn’t.  Apparently Gokudera is just as dangerous at hand to hand as he is with a quirk or explosives.  Something Aizawa learns from Hizashi once he starts listening to his Takesushi mumblings again.  

In his own way, Gokudera Hayato is a fascinating individual.  Most people, once they develop their quirk, focus on how to use it and it alone.  Willing to defend with that and take their chances in court rather than find another way.  It’s one of the reasons why self-defence laws are still so archaic – there’s no great urgency to alter them.

For someone to develop such a destructive quirk...and yet choose to fight with weapons of their own design...it’s almost a pity Gokudera never tried out for UA.  Eraserhead might have enjoyed seeing where that mind could go.  He does hope the decision wasn’t made my arrogant fools condemning the boy for having a villains quirk though, he certainly had the temper, disgust and possible history to suggest it hadn’t been an easy thing to live with.

And then there was the other boy.  Tiny and unassuming, but willing to stare down two heroes to keep his friend safe.  Eraserhead can’t help but wonder what his quirk is, and what he did to have someone so similar to Bakugo in personality, look at him with such wonder.

...But what on earth did Gokudera keep trying to call him?

#Out of this world #fanfiction #fanfic #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #BNHA #BNHA Fanfiction #KHR Fanfic #Katekyo Hitman Reborn fanfiction #Crossover #MAKE IT STOP #GET OUT OF MY HEAD #boku no hero academia

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My Heart Bleeds For You-Part 4

Howdy, howdy. Hope you’re all taking care of yourselves cause I’m sure not lmfao

This chapter is looooooong, just to prepare you.

Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Chapter 4: Feel It Still

Song rec: Feel It Still by Portugal. The Man

Word count: 7,247 words guys. This thing is fifteen pages long in a word document. It’s a BEAST okay?

Warnings: swearing, PG-13 Make out at the end there. (also possibly a few spelling/grammar errors. I tried to proof read but it’s currently 2:30 in the morning where I live.)

The whole next day Mitch found himself glancing around for (Y/N) whenever he had a free moment. He even found himself watching her when it wasn’t a free moment.

Like when he was spotting for a new client as they bench pressed. He found himself watching her move around the gym, checking on some of the members, making sure they were alright and smiling as she talked to them. Because he was so distracted Mitch nearly missed it when the guy’s arms suddenly gave out on him.

The only reason he even noticed was because he’d been loosely holding the barbell in his own hands just in case this exact thing happened and he could keep it from crushing the guy, so when his hands were suddenly yanked downward his eyes shot to the client and he lifted the barbell with a grunt seconds before it came down on his client’s chest.

“Thanks.” The guy breathed quickly.

“Yeah. Next time will you listen when I say you shouldn’t press that much at the end of your work out?” He reprimanded lightly. The guy nodded sheepishly and Mitch set the barbell back on its hooks to keep it up. “Alright, done for today. Hit the showers and then we can schedule you for another session.” He instructed. The guy nodded and got up to head to the locker room and Mitch looked around for (Y/N) again.

“She’s starting a beginners yoga class.” Elle supplied helpfully. “I’m not doing anything at the moment, I’ll go schedule your guy so you can drool if you want.” She teased.

“Fuck you.” He grumbled. He’d learned the day before that Elle was pretty laid back and had a dark sense of humor, so he knew she wouldn’t take it personal.

“Mmm you wish, but you’re not my type sweet cheeks.” She taunted.

“I’m aware, I have a dick when you’d rather I have-”

“My goodness wait till (Y/N) finds out how dirty your mouth is.” She interrupted.

“What? She curses.” He frowned.

“I know. She’ll find it hot.” She grinned. “And for the record, I like sausage just as much as I like clams.” She joked. “You’re just too thin for me. I like bulky guys and curvy girls.” She explained.

“Good for you then.” He nodded, not knowing what else to say to that.

“Anyways, are you gonna go drool or not?” She asked.

“I can’t go into the room just to watch her.” He huffed.

“Sure you can. You have the new guy excuse.” Elle shrugged.

“The what?” She sighed at his question.

“The new guy excuse. You’re still the new guy so you can just use it as an excuse, say you wanted to check things out in your free time, see what her yoga class was like.” She explained.

“Uh....huh....” He said slowly.

“Are you gonna or not?” She asked. He glanced at the doors that led to the room where (Y/N) said they did yoga. Elle snorted and shook her head. “Get moving, I’ll handle scheduling your client.” She laughed, making a shooing motion at him.

“You’re so damn bossy.” He huffed.

“I know. Now march.” She pointed. He flipped her off before heading towards the doors. “Love you, too, newbie!” She called after him.

He slipped into the room and stayed back in the corner. He still caught (Y/N)’s eye the second he walked in and when he looked up at her she smiled at him in greeting.

“Okay, so my name is (Y/N) and I own New Dawn Fitness. Some of you are new members and some of you are just new to this class. Welcome to all of you.” She greeted. “A couple things to keep in mind during this class are the following. One, this is a beginner’s yoga class so it’s okay if you can’t hold the pose for the whole thirty seconds. It is also okay if your pose isn’t one hundred percent perfect. Tip two segues from one. Do not try and achieve a perfect yoga pose the first time. Your body has limitations and if you push them you could really injure yourself. You will achieve these poses eventually. It’s a gradual process. Trying to bend your body to the pose perfectly the first time would be like trying to squat a hundred pounds when you’ve never squatted anything before. I cannot stress enough to not rush your own flexibility.” She insisted. She looked around to judge the faces of the class and seemed satisfied enough to continue. “Three. I will be walking around the room as you hold your poses. And while I told you not to strive for instant perfection I will ask to adjust you if I think you need it.” She told them. “And that’s all for now. Let’s begin. Follow me through this first pose.” She placed her feet together on her mat and placed her palms together as if she were praying.

Slowly the class followed her lead and watched as she raised her pressed palms up above her head before leaning to the side. They followed and stayed like that for about fifteen seconds before (Y/N) slowly straightened up and then leaned to the other side.

“Move slowly, there’s no rush.” She said softly when she saw a few people quickly snapping from leaning to one side to leaning to the other. After holding that for fifteen seconds she straightened again and lowered her hands back to her chest, smiling. “Good. Well done. That was a greeting pose and a little bit of stretching added in. I’m sure you’ve all heard of Downward Dog, which is the next pose we are going to do. Ah, ah, don’t get ahead of me. And remember move slowly.” She reminded before re-positioning herself on her mat. She knelt down and then went to all fours before she slowly raised her backside into the air as she slowly exhaled.

The class copied her movement and Mitch watched as (Y/N) turned her head to look at them.

“I’m going to walk around, I want you all to keep holding this pose.” She said as she got to her feet and leisurely walked between mats.

“Hi, Stacy right?” She asked a girl who nodded, which Mitch thought looked slightly odd while her head was upside down. “Stacy, is it okay if I adjust your leg?” She asked.

“Sure.” The girl agreed.

“Alright, I’m going to grab your ankle and move your legs a bit closer together.” (Y/N) said as she knelt down and did just that. “There. Great job.” She complimented before moving around the room. She tweaked a couple more people before she walked back up to the front.

“Alright, everyone can stand up and face me.” She waited as everyone eased out of their poses and got back to their feet. “Next we’ll be doing a pose called the Cobra Pose.” She got down on her mat and inhaled as she placed her hands in a push up position. Then she exhaled as she rose up onto her hands while keeping her legs flat on the mat, her toes pointed. Once again the class followed her movements and soon the whole room looked like people imitating seals.

They held for thirty seconds and then (Y/N) told them the next pose.

“The Extended Puppy Pose.” She grinned when people laughed. “I don’t come up with their names but at least these ones are easy to pronounce.” She joked as she got on her knees and then leaned her torso down. Her arms spread out flat in front of her and Mitch found himself staring at her ass without thinking.

“Keep your arms aligned with your shoulders if you can.” He heard her say distantly. He was too focused on the perfect curve of her body.

He couldn’t really focus on the actually class after that, he was just blatantly staring at (Y/N) as she stretched and twisted her body in front of him. He nearly groaned at one pose that looked similar to the puppy thing only she had sat back on her legs, sticking her ass out further.

Before he knew it she was standing up and telling the class how she looked forward to seeing them again next week. They all rolled up their mats and (Y/N) came straight towards Mitch with a teasing smile on her lips. He was already learning to like hate that smile.

“Enjoy the class?” She asked when she’d reached him.

“Yeah it was interesting.” He nodded.

“Yeah? Which part?” She asked.

“The poses. They looked like they’d really stretch out your body.” He replied.

“Oh? You sure it wasn’t the fact that you could stare at my ass with half of those poses?” She asked teasingly.

“I could? I hardly noticed.” He lied blatantly.

“Mmhmmm. Sure. Then that groan I heard from you was just you expressing your sympathetic discomfort at how the pose ‘stretched me’?” She smirked.

“How do you know I was the one that groaned? Could have been one of your students.” He muttered.

“They were all women. The groan I heard was distinctly male.” She snorted. He didn’t have a good comeback for that and her grin widened. “Ya know, those weren’t even that great. If you want to check out me and my flexibility you should look in on the advanced yoga class.” She teased.

“I don’t know if I could physically handle that.” He admitted honestly before he could stop himself.

“Oh?” She was having real fun now.

“So anyways, our date tonight,” He said quickly to change the subject. It didn’t do anything to wipe the shit-eating grin off of (Y/N)’s face but he chose to ignore that, “do you want me to drive you or am I going to meet you there?” He asked.

“How about you follow my car in your own, because we’ll only have two hours after the gym closes and I’d like to play at least two games.” She suggested. “So we can just leave after the gym closes.”

“Sounds good. Do you want to get dinner afterward?” He asked.

“They have delicious pizza and burgers there actually.” She smiled. “We can just eat there if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, whatever you want.” He nodded.

“Well it’s your date too.” She pointed out.

“And I’ll be happy just being in your company.” He smiled, and she flushed as she looked at him.

“God, you can’t just do that.” She pouted.

“What?” He asked.

“Go from straight faced grump to blinding me with your cute smile.” She huffed.

“My cute smile blinds you?” He grinned.

“Yes.” She admitted.

“You think my smile is cute?” He asked next.

“Well yeah, that along with the rest of you.” She grudgingly admitted.

“I’m cute?”

“Mitch I swear to god. You have to know that you’re insanely attractive.” She said with a roll of her eyes.

“Am I?” He asked, just to mess with her. He wanted payback for her teasing him about him looking at her. She huffed out a sigh and narrowed her eyes at him.

“I see what you’re trying to do. You’re not slick.” She insisted, pointing a finger at him.

“What am I trying to do?” He was smirking now.

“Ya know what, I have paper work I have to get done if I want to close and leave on time. See you tonight Mitch.” She smiled before leaving the room. He watched her hips sway back and forth as she walked out.

He was so screwed, he just didn’t know it yet.

After the gym had closed for the night Mitch went to the locker room, showered quickly and got dressed. Then he went out to wait for (Y/N).

Just as he got into a comfortable position leaning against the wall near the women’s lock room the door opened, and he had to straighten up. When Elle stepped out from behind the door he relaxed a little.

“Sorry for the false hope. She’s almost ready, she just needed help with her hair.” She grinned. “She looks gorgeous and if you don’t tell her tonight, I’ll know. And I’ll kill you.” She warned seriously. Somehow he didn’t doubt she would.

“I’ll be sure to tell her.” He promised.

“You better. I’ll know. Treat her right, too. I’d say I’d kick your ass if you messed with her, but she can take care of it easy. So for the sake of your nose and your junk, don’t treat her bad.” She pointed a finger at him. “Cause if you do, I get second dibs on shoving my foot in your ass. I have the perfect pair of stiletto heels to wear when I do it too.” She smirked.

“I’ll remember that... Unique threat.” He nodded.

“Good. Now have fun and show her a good time. But not too good.” She added.

“Are you her mother or something?” He snorted.

“I love her, and I’m very protective of my loved ones. That’s not a bad thing.” She shrugged and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Anyways, I’m out. Remember everything I said.” She sang as she strode past him towards the door. He shook his head at that crazy chick and focused back on the locker room door when it opened again.

When (Y/N) stepped out into view Mitch’s eyebrows rose in surprise. Up until that point he’d seen her in sweats or leggings, tank-tops, and ponytails with a clear face. She looked appropriate for a gym setting, and she’d definitely looked cute. Now though...

Now she looked gorgeous, just as Elle had promised. Her hair was down, with softly styled waves framing her face and she had on light make-up. She wore a tasteful charcoal top with a sweetheart neckline and cap sleeves tucked into the waistband of a flouncy burgundy skirt. The hemline reached her mid thigh and then the rest of her legs were bare until his gaze hit the ballet flats covering her feet.

“Wow.” He complimented when his gaze returned to hers. She smiled bashfully at him. “I feel severely under-dressed now.” He looked down at his white Henley, jeans, and sneakers and chuckled nervously.

“No, don’t feel bad, you look great.” She insisted.

“I look like a bum, people are going to see us walking around together and be like ‘oh look at that beautiful girl, she’s so sweet to help out with the homeless’.” He joked. She giggled and shook her head at him.

“More like ‘wow she really scored a good date’.” She corrected, walking over to him. “Can I take your arm?” She asked. He offered his arm out to her and she wrapped her own around it.

“Do you have to lock up?” He asked.

“No, Elle did that before she helped me with my hair. I only need to lock the front doors which I can do when we leave.” She smiled.

“Alright. You’re ready to go then?” He asked and she nodded eagerly. They walked to the front doors together and he waited for her to lock up before offering his arm to her again.

“Thanks, but we’re going to separate cars.” She reminded him. He shrugged.

“I was going to walk you to your car and then go get mine.” He explained.

“Still, it’s a short walk.” She pointed out.

“Fair enough.” He conceded. He watched as she chewed on the corner of her lip and he grinned before offering his arm out again as they walked towards the parking lot. This time she put her arm through the loop of his without complaint. “So I’m following you over?” He clarified.

“Unless you know where Neo-Bowl is?”

“I do not know where Neo-Bowl is. I’ll follow you.” He chuckled and she nodded before opening her purse and digging around for her car keys. She unlocked her car and Mitch grabbed the handle before she could, opening the door for her.

“Thanks.” She smiled. He nodded and then closed the door behind her once she was seated inside. He strolled over to his car, got in, and started it quickly before pulling out of his space and following (Y/N)’s car out of the lot.

Mitch parked in the space behind (Y/N) and got out as she did.

“How late do the parking meters go?” He asked.

“Three more hours, but don’t worry I have tons of spare change. I always seem to accumulate a bag full.” She smiled to assure him.

“I can just go get some quarters, I don’t want you to use-”

“It’s like two dollars.” She snorted. “Chill.”

“But that’s money you can save-”

“Mitch. You’d be doing me a favor, this much change gets real heavy after a while.” She smiled. He heaved a sigh and waved her on. Her grin widened and she quickly put five quarters into his meter. “There, it bought us two hours and fifty minutes. Now let’s go inside. Can I take your hand?” She asked. He offered it out with a small smile and she took it before she led him into the squat little bowling alley a few buildings down.

He opened the door for her and they were both hit with the sudden dissonance of music, the sounds of bowling balls crashing into pins, and people half shouting in order to be heard over it all.

“Lively place.” He noted.

“Yeah, it’s the best bowling alley in the city.” She smiled as they walked up to the counter.

“Hi, welcome to Neo-Bowl. How many games would you like to play?” The clerk asked.

“One to start.” (Y/N) piped up. Mitch dug into his pocket for his wallet and and handed over the money when the clerk told them the total.

“Shoe sizes?” He asked next. They each gave their size and the guy went to the rack to search for them. Mitch turned to (Y/N) and looked down at her feet.

“Do you have socks to wear?” He asked suddenly, just realizing it could be a problem.

“I’ve got a pair in my purse.” She assured him.

“Here you are.” The clerk said, placing the pairs of shoes on the counter in front of them.

“Thanks.” They each grabbed their shoes.

“You’re on lane six, have fun.” He told them.

“Thanks.” (Y/N) beamed at him before heading to their lane. Mitch frowned at the guy’s starstruck expression and followed after his date.

“What do you want your name to be?” She asked.

“What do you mean?” He asked. “My name is Mitch.” She laughed and shook her head.

“I meant on the scoreboard. It’s this thing I like to do. Sometimes I put my name as Wonder Woman, or Supergirl, or Leia, or something.” She shrugged.

“Oh.” He realized. “Uh...... You pick for me and I’ll pick for you?” He offered.

“Ooo that sounds fun, deal.” She grinned and thought for a second before typing in a name for Mitch while he changed into his bowling shoes. “Okay, no peeking at your name. But come choose one for me.” She grinned as she got up to switch seats with him.

He looked over at her as she took off her flats and pulled her balled up socks out of her purse. He thought about it for a moment and grinned, typing his idea in quickly and hitting enter.

“Are we gonna look together?” He asked.

“Are you finished?” She asked back.

“Yup.”

“Then sure.” She grinned and they both turned to the screen over their alley.

“Grumpy Cat?” He scoffed.

“Hermione. Aw thanks.” She laughed.

“I was trying to compliment you, and you gave me Grumpy Cat. That’s so not far.” He huffed playfully.

“Hey! I happen to think Grumpy Cat is extremely cute.” She defended. He gave her a look and she laughed. “And it totally fits.” She cackled.

“Just for that you get no mercy.” He warned her.

“Bring it.” She challenged with a smirk. “You’re up first.” She motioned him forward. He went to the bowling ball racks and chose one that reminded him of the color of her eyes before going back to the lane and lining up his shot with his pins. He stepped forward, swung his arm back and then let the ball fly.

It rolled seamlessly down the lane and hit the between the front two pins. He got seven down total on his first try.

“Oh no.” (Y/N) laughed.

“Oh yes. Fear my bowling power.” He smirked as his ball came back up. He grabbed it and knocked down two more pins. He smirked at her.

“Don’t get too cocky yet. You have yet to see me bowl.” She pointed out.

“Please, give me your best shot.” He swept his hand out in front of him, gesturing for her to proceed. She narrowed her eyes and chose a bright multicolored ball from the racks and stepped up to the lane. She shook out her hand before placing her fingers in the holes and walking forward as she swung her arm back. She let loose her ball and it rolled quickly down the lane. 

It hit the pins a little to the left side, but ended up knocking down six before it fell down to the tracks that would bring it back.

“Eh.” Mitch made a tilting motion with his hands and (Y/N) huffed indignantly.

“My turn isn’t over yet. You’re going to regret doing that here in a second.” She grabbed her ball and lined up with the lane.

“I’m sensing a bit of competitiveness.” He teased. She ignored him in favor of swinging her ball and letting it roll down the lane. It knocked down three of the remaining pins easy and the fourth wobbled dangerously, wiping off Mitch’s playful smirk in the process. They watched in anticipation and he blew out a relieved sigh when it stayed standing.

“You haven’t seen competitive yet.” She warned.

“Bring it on.” He spread his arms wide in challenge.

“So.... I’m supposed to fear your bowling power?”

“Shut up.”

“Just-.... Just, real quick. Tell me, what’s the score up there says, I can’t see it, I’m too busy laughing. Tell me.”

“Grumpy Cat’s total score is one hundred and eight. Hermione’s total score is eighty two.” (Y/N) grumbled through clenched teeth. She’s wasn’t actually mad, she was just trying not to smile because Mitch was unfairly cute when he was smug.

“Now who has to fear who’s bowling power?” He smirked.

“I demand a rematch.” She declared. Her stomach growled loudly at her and she flushed, grateful that it couldn’t be heard over all the other sounds. “After we get a pizza or burger.” She tacked on.

“Deal, I’m starving.” He chuckled. “What do you want, I’ll go order it and you can play in the arcade that you’ve been eyeing for the last two frames while I was kicking your ass.” He grinned.

“I can’t believe you got a turkey. I still say you rigged it somehow while my back was turned.” She accused, half joking.

“I swear that I did not magnetize the pins and ball or any other slanderous thing you think I did.” He teased. “I’m just that good.”

“Mmmhmmm.” She hummed sarcastically.

“Why do you doubt my skill? You just witnessed it!” He laughed.

“My score would have been just as high if you hadn’t started distracting me half way through the game.” She huffed.

“Distracting you?” He scoffed playfully.

“Yeah! Distracting me! You’re a dirty cheater.” She decided.

“How was I distracting you?” He demanded, grinning in the face of her righteous anger.

“You-... You like-.... And your pretty face! And your forearms!” She spluttered.

“My what now?” He asked, genuinely confused. “How the hell are my forearms a distraction?” He demanded.

“They’re all muscle-y and then you pulled up your sleeves and-.... Gah!” She threw her hands up. He laughed at her inability to put to words just how attractive and distracting he was.

“Ya know what..... I’m just gonna get some food.” She pouted before marching in the direction of the concession counter. He followed and quickly caught up to walk beside her.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry I distracted you.” He grinned, clearly not sorry at all.

“Brat.” She grumbled as she stepped up to the counter. He chuckled and turned to look at the menu.

“Hi, what can I get you?” The young girl smiled brightly as she walked over.

“Can I get a bacon cheeseburger with a side of your cheese fries and a cup of ranch to dip it in?” (Y/N) asked.

“Would you like bacon on the cheese fries?”

“Sure, why not.”

“Alright then.” She quickly typed it into the register before her and then turned to Mitch. (Y/N) swore the girl’s bright smile kicked it up at least a kilowatt.

“And for you?” She asked.

“I’ll have the same burger, please.” He requested.

“Cheese fries as well?”

“Nah, we can share right?”

“No way, get your own.” (Y/N) laughed.

“Okay, damn, I guess I’ll have some bacon cheese fries too. And the ranch.” He added. His date rose a brow at him and he shrugged. “It sounded good.”

“It’s divine.” She insisted.

“Awesome.”

“Okay, that’ll be twenty three sixty two.” the cashier said quickly. (Y/N) went to dig into her purse but Mitch had his wallet pulled out and was handing the girl the money before she could even reach her own billfold. “Can I have a name to so I can page you when your order is ready?” Mitch quickly gave his name and she typed it in alongside their order. “Thank you, it shouldn’t be more than twenty minutes.” She smiled at them as they stepped away.

“I could have paid.” (Y/N) pouted.

“You can use your money for arcade games while we wait on our food.” He reasoned.

“Promise?” She demanded.

“Promise.” He grinned.

“Then let’s go. Can I take your hand?” She asked. He chuckled and turned to face her.

“Okay, how about this instead. As long as you don’t plan on doing anything violent, like punching me or anything, you have my express permission to touch me whatever way you want to. That sound good?” He asked.

“That’s pretty.... General. What if I wanted to touch you in a perverted way?” She questioned.

“How so?”

“What if I wanted to grab your ass?” She shot out. He grinned.

“Go for it.” He shrugged. She shook her head. “Like I said, as long as it’s nothing violent, you can do whatever.” He shrugged. “I’m a guy, I’m seriously not going to discourage you putting your hands on me.” He teased. She thought about it for a moment and then took his hand to lead him over to the alcove that housed the arcade games.

“Okay, then the same for me. As long as it’s not violent, you have permission to touch me when you want.” She shrugged.

“And what if I wanted to grab your ass?” He asked.

“Depends on the situation.” She shrugged.

“Elaborate.” He requested as they stopped in front of a pinball machine.

“Well, if we’re, say, walking down the street,” she placed fifty cents into the coin slot and then started playing, “and you decide to suddenly grab a handful, I’d have to say no thank you. But if we were kissing or something, sure, you can cop a feel.” She shrugged. “Over my clothes of course.”

“Of course.” He had to smile at her clarification.

“I wouldn’t want you to mistake me for a floozy.” She joked.

“I’d never.” He said seriously. She glanced at him and smiled. “Okay I have a scenario, for what I think is an ambiguous area.” He said after a second.

“And what scenario is that?” She asked as she pressed the buttons on the sides rapidly.

“If you’re, say..... Half bent over a pinball machine, and your ass is out there, can I grab it then?” He asked with a smirk. She looked up at him and flushed before focusing back on her game. She shrugged after a second.

“I guess.” She decided and rocked back on her heels a bit to push her backside out just a fraction more. Mitch grinned at her invitation.

“Good to know.” He said before walking over to a claw machine, leaving her to stare after him, startled he didn’t actually touch her. She forgot to look back at her game and the loud WAH WAH WAAAAAH sounded seconds later when her pinball fell between her unmoving flippers. She abandoned the machine and walked over to where Mitch was and failing to grab up a little keychain from the pebbles at the bottom of the machine’s case.

“This is just sad.” She said after his third attempt failed miserably at even grasping the trinket.

“Think you can do better?” He challenged with a smile.

“I know I can.” She bumped her hip into his side to nudge him out of the way and put fifty cents into the machine. She easily maneuvered the claw into position. “The key, young padawan,” she instructed as she pressed the button to send the claw down and they both watched it pick the keychain up and raise it into the air. It carried it over to the hole and dropped it down the chute. “Is to not want it so desperately. If you place all your hopes and dreams on the thing you’ll weigh it down and it’ll slip out of your grasp.” She teased as she bent down to retrieve the little keychain from behind the flap. She held it out to him with a triumphant smile.

“Keep it.” He told her. “Also that’s some deep advice for a claw game.”

“You’re not upset that I won it instead of you, are you?” She asked. He shook his head quickly.

“I was trying to get you for.” He chuckled.

“Oh.” Then it really hit her and she melted. “Aww, that’s sweet. And cheesy.” She teased, bringing the keychain to her heart. “And that advice works for life as well as the claw game.” She added.

“Mitch, your order is ready. Mitch, your order is ready.”

“Hopefully our cheese fries are cheesier.” He joked. “Grab us a table, I’ll go get the food. What do you want to drink?” He asked.

“Medium Lime-On Twist please.” She requested before she went and sat at an empty two-seater table. Mitch came over a minute later, setting her drink and then her basket of food in front of her.

“Thank you.” She smiled. She waited for him to sit down and then they both chowed down.

“So do you still want your rematch after we eat?” Mitch asked her between bites.

“Yes.” She nodded.

“Alright, then let’s make it interesting.” He grinned.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“I mean, if you win, I’ll....... Do one thing you say. Doesn’t matter what it is, I’ll do it.”

“What if I told you to streak down the street, screaming your head off?” She asked.

“Okay, nothing illegal, otherwise anything else is game. Tell me to bow down at your feet and call you the supreme bowler, whatever.” He chuckled.

“Ooo, thank you for the lovely idea.” She grinned devilishly. “Okay, and what if you win?” She asked.

“You’ll go on another date with me.” He shrugged.

“Already planning the second date.” She gasped, pretending to be scandalized. “How forward. This one hasn’t even ended yet.” She teased.

“What can I say, I like to plan ahead.” He joked. “Do we have a deal?” He asked.

“Definitely. I can’t wait to make you bow at my feet.” She grinned.

“Only if you win.”

“When I win.��� She insisted. “I’m more than properly motivated this time.”

They were seven frames into their game and Mitch had a lead of ten points. (Y/N) however, was set on winning by any means necessary and so she decided to cheat enhance her chances.

Just as he lined himself up with the pins and prepared to swing the ball Mitch felt a delicate hand smooth it’s way up over his spine from his lower back to his shoulder blades, and he froze.

(Y/N) moved her hand from between his shoulder blades to his actual shoulder and placed her other hand on top of the first before resting her chin on his shoulder just shy of her hands. She lifted her hand and combed some of his hair away from his ear before leaning forward to whisper to him.

“Don’t blow it.” She grinned as she felt him shiver. Then she pulled away from him. She watched him bowl his ball and it didn’t even make it half way down the lane before veering toward the gutter. She grinned, utterly gleeful. She didn’t bother him during his second attempt and he only got four pins.

He narrowed his eyes at her as she passed him, and she put on an innocent expression as she grabbed her ball from the return. She made sure to wiggle her ass at him as she lined up with her lane and heard his groan. She smirked to herself before taking a breath and letting her ball go.

It rolled seamlessly down the lane and she got a strike. She squealed and jumped in the air happily before raising her hands and turning to him. He smiled for a second before remembering they were competing. Then he huffed out a breath and swiped a hand down his face. His ten point lead was just knocked down to four.

“Your turn.” She sang, going to sit at the table.

“Stay.” He demanded, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at her.

“Yes, sir.” She mock saluted him as she plopped down in her chair. He grabbed his ball and stepped up to the lane. (Y/N) just happened to drop her newly acquired keychain and accidentally kicked it under the table. “Shoot!” She exclaimed, jarring Mitch’s focus as he looked back at her in concern.

He was met with the sight of her on all fours, ass in the air, as she reached under the table to grab the trinket. He swallowed hard, watching the hem of her skirt rise dangerously high on the backs of her thighs for a second before she eased back out from under the table with her keychain gripped in her hand. She looked up at him and frowned.

“Haven’t you gone yet?” She asked. He huffed and turned back to the pins, trying to focus. But all he could see in his mind was that damn skirt, taunting him, promising what would surely have been a great view if she had leaned just a little farther forward. He swung and within two rolls his ball was once again in the gutter, causing him to let out a curse.

“Aww, poor Mitch. Performance issues? Don’t worry it’s okay.” (Y/N) cooed.

“You’re a little fucking vixen.” He accused as he went to grab his ball from the return.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. Which may or may not have pushed her cleavage up more prominently. He glanced for a second before cursing and glaring playfully at her.

“It’s not going to work.” He warned.

“What’s not going to work?” She asked, pushing up from the table and walking over to him.

“Oh, no. You got sit down.” He demanded, stepping back when she got too close. She pouted, looking hurt.

“I just wanted to wish you good luck.” She frowned. He sighed, he couldn’t say no to such a cute face.

“Fine. No funny business though.” He ordered.

“Cross my heart.” She made a little x with her finger over the top of one breast and his eyes followed the movement without his permission. Then she came forward and squeezed up against him in a hug. “Good luck Mitch.” She said sweetly before pulling away and skipping back to her seat.

“I’m going to fucking need it.” He muttered to himself as he turned around and made to swing. He remembered the feel of her chest pressed up against his just before he let the ball go and cursed, knowing without having to look that it went straight into the gutter. Just like his mind apparently. (Y/N) squealed internally with pride as she jumped up to take her turn.

Her first roll knocked down nine pins and Mitch kissed his lead goodbye. She was skipping over to the ball return when he remembered how she said his forearms somehow distracted her last time. He leaned against the table and yanked up his sleeves quickly before casually folding his arms over his chest.

As expected, (Y/N) smirked back cockily as him and he flexed his arms. Her eyes lowered and watched his arms move while a blush crept up to her cheeks. He smirked and she glared at him.

She snapped her head forward and glared down at the pin. She channeled her sudden sexual frustration into her swing and watched with a vicious sense of victory as it sped down the lane and smashed into the only remaining pin, the force of her roll causing it to practically shoot into the back gutter.

She spun around and smirked at him.

“Last frame. Good luck, champ.” She teased as she sauntered back to her seat.

“Vixen.” He accused with no real venom. She grinned.

“I’ve decided what I want when I win.” She called before he could properly line up his shot. He turned to her and rose an inquisitive brow. “A kiss.” She smiled. “And not a little peck either. An actual kiss.” She could practically see the gears turning in his head as he thought of it. “Anyways, you can bowl now.” She said, jarring him out of his thoughts. He huffed and shook his head to try and clear it as he turned back around. He swung and let go, and they both watched with bated breath as his ball rolled down the lane. It veered at the very last second and hit only one pin.

Mitch dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling as (Y/N) giggled like a maniac. He wondered how the hell she’d gotten in his head so easily. Normally he could complete any task near flawlessly despite distraction. But this girl.... She practically unraveled him just to wrap him back up, around her little finger.

(Y/N) watched her date walk over to the ball return and decided to give him the last half of the frame to try and redeem himself. But because he was expecting her taunts, when they didn’t come it threw him off even more. He only got two more pins.

He huffed out a breath and walked back to his seat to get a good view to watch as (Y/N) destroyed him.

She grabbed her ball, lined up her shot, and watched the ball roll into the pins. She knocked eight of them over.

Her second roll caught the last two, securing her a spare and a fifteen point lead for her win.

As he watched her do a victory dance, Mitch decided there were worse ways to lose, and worse people to lose to.

“Congratulations.” He chuckled. “Your prize is ready to be redeemed whenever.” He grinned.

“Mmmm, I think I’ll sit on it.” She decided, twisting the hem of her shirt around an idle finger. It had come untucked from her skirt somewhere between the second and third frame of their second game.

“Just ask whenever you decide to cash in.” He told her as they both started changing back into their street shoes. She took his bowling shoes once he got them off and smiled before he could protest.

“I’ll return them. You can just head out to your car.” She said before heading over to the counter. He didn’t argue, he just walked outside and leaned against the hood of his car to wait for her.

She came out a moment later and looked up then down the street before smiling at him. She paused as she passed a car, frowned, and then doubled back.

Mitch watched her reach into her purse and pull out her coin pouch. She stuck a couple coins in the stranger’s meter before heading over to him.

“That was nice of you.” He noted. She shrugged.

“They don’t bother with tickets this late, they just go straight to towing.” She said as she stepped up in front of him. They were quiet for a second, neither wanting to be the first to say good night.

“Thank you, for tonight. I had a really good time.” (Y/N) smiled up at him.

“I’m glad. I had fun too.” He returned her smile. She stared up at him for a second before she suddenly pushed up on her toes and pressed her mouth against his. His hands instantly went to her hips and he kissed her back without hesitation.

She dropped her purse in favor of wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer and deepen their kiss.

He groaned softly when she bit his lip and his fingers sunk into the soft fabric and skin at her hips as he pulled her flush against him. He swept his tongue across her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to him easily. One of his hands moved from her hip to her back and then down over her ass and (Y/N) laughed lightly against his lips as she kissed him. He grinned and gave it a squeeze, making her pull back to laugh again.

He used his unoccupied hand to cup her cheek and bring her face back to his for another kiss. The bubbling playful mood quickly changed to simmering heat as their lips moved with each other.

Mitch sucked lightly on her lip and (Y/N) moaned softly. That small sound nearly drove him insane, and he quickly flipped their positions so he could grab her thighs and lift her onto the hood of his car.

They both groaned when she wrapped her legs around his hips and used that leverage to pull his hips to hers.

His fingers had just slipped under her shirt in order to feel her skin when someone walking by across the street called out to them.

“You’re not supposed to eat her!”

The two broke away panting and if (Y/N) wasn’t already flushed from Mitch’s kisses she would have been from that comment.

Mitch cleared his throat and lowered his hands back to her hips.

“Sorry.” He apologized.

“What for?” She asked. “I started that.” She reminded him with an easy grin. “And I sure as hell enjoyed it.” She added. A small smirk stole across his mouth.

“Good. I enjoyed it too.” He replied.

“Yeah, I felt just how much you enjoyed it.” She teased, feeling nearly high she was so giddy.

“That, I probably should apologize for, huh?” He chuckled awkwardly.

“If I minded I would have pushed you away.” She pointed out as she carefully slid off of the hood of his car. She leaned down and grabbed her purse from the ground before looking back up at him.

After a moment she reached up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Good night, Mitch.” She practically sang as she walked to the driver side door of her car.

“Good night, (Y/N).” He said, watching her get in, start up her car, and pull away from the curb.

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“The next time you get my wife pregnant you’re going to have to deal with the craving runs,” Bull says.

Dorian is avidly aware of the spectacle they must make.

Lavellan - obviously months into pregnancy and staring at the menu board for the cafe -, Bull - huge, one eyed, scarred with horns - standing behind her, and Dorian rounding out their delicate trio - a known Tevinter politician.

“Joke’s on you, there is no next time,” Dorian says.

Lavellan turns away from the chalk board of drinks to give him a wounded look, hand over her round belly, “But what if baby wants a sibling?”

“Baby has the Chargers,” Dorian pulls at her arm, “I already ordered for you and Bull. They’re only mostly lukewarm because you’re both late.”

“Bull wouldn’t wake up,” Lavellan says, pulling her arm from his. “And I don’t want my usual. I want to try something new.”

Dorian and Bull exchange a glance over her head.

Lavellan’s usual is enough to make you cringe, they can’t help but think maybe now isn’t the best time for her to be experimenting food-wise.

“Maybe after you get your stomach settled,” Bull says, gently pushing her shoulder in the direction Dorian was pulling her earlier. “And don’t give me that look, I was driving all over the place looking for a very specific type of ice cream texture and flavor last night and early this morning.”

“I felt like I was dying,” Lavellan says, “Like - like if it wasn’t in my mouth within the next few moments I would expire on the spot.”

They help her ease into the chair and Lavellan pulls out a thick tome from her bag, “Anyway, baby names.”

“We’re going to do baby names? Right here?” Dorian blinks as Bull gets to work dividing Lavellan’s sandwich into parts she will eat and parts she’ll ask Bull to eat for her later.

“What’s wrong with here?” Bull asks, delicately peeling tomato skin off of a tomato in a very practiced and efficient flick of his fork. Lavellan wordlessly plucks the skin from him and pops it into her mouth, slurping it up like a noodle.

“It’s in the middle of a cafe,” Dorian says.

“Dorian, the entire world knows I’m pregnant with your child,” Lavellan rolls her eyes, “It’s not like anything about this pregnancy is a secret. Dorian, there’s paparazzi right behind you.”

Dorian turns around and there is, indeed, a small crowd of paparazzi in the window closest to them. Dorian did not pick a window seat, but their corner is slightly visible through a window at a certain angle.

“This is worse than when I came out as gay to the public,” Dorian says.

-

“Now hold on, how come baby gets two god mothers and no god father?” Dorian asks.

“Yeah,” Bull says, “Isn’t that kind of not how its supposed to go?”

Lavellan gives them boy a flat stare, “Name one competent man the three of us know and trust with our baby. Name one.”

Bull and Dorian glance at each other and then groan.

“That’s right, not a single competent man to be found among them,” Lavellan says.

“Krem?”

“Has the Chargers.”

“Rylen?”

“Under Cullen who’s attached to Evelyn who is already Baby’s god mother.”

“Kaaras?”

“Herrah’s brother and she’s already Baby’s other god mother. Plus, Herrah is married to Josephine and who’s more perfect for raising a baby than Josephine? Anyway - back to the original topic at hand. Where the hell am I giving birth to Baby?” Lavellan looks down at the just barely there bump. “Baby! Where should you be born? Tell me!”

“Well, the entire point of this is for Dorian to tell his parents to shove it up their ass, so Tevinter seems logical,” Bull says.

“But assassination is something we definitely have to worry about,” Dorian says, resting his head on Lavellan’s shoulder as she lightly pats her stomach with her hands, demanding the baby make some sort of proclamation for where it would like to enter the world. “But getting a passport and citizenship for Tevinter is a pain. Especially if you’re half elf.”

“Maybe we should make baby Orlesian,” Lavellan muses, “Orlesians hand out citizenships like pamphlets. All I had to do was give my name and they approved mine.”

“Love, that’s for an entirely different reason,” Dorian pets her knee fondly.

“Yeah, I’m still waiting on mine and I’ve been working in Orlais for way longer than you,” Bull says.

Both of them turn to look at Bull, “You don’t have citizenship yet?”

Bull gives them both an amused look, “What, you thought I did?”

“You were stripped of citizenship under the Qun,” Lavellan gapes, “What are you?”

“Ferelden,” Bull shrugs.

“Dogs!” Lavellan whispers. Dorian can just imagine the hearts in her eyes. She turns to Dorian, beaming, “I’m married to a dog lord.”

Dorian groans, “Baby is going to be one third dog lord.”

“Maybe give birth at Skyhold, technically it’s like - no country. It’s it’s own country,” Bull says.

“Baby will not be born at Skyhold,” Lavellan hits the back of her hand against Bull’s stomach. “Baby is going to be born in a normal person hospital.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Lavellan drags out the word, “Skyhold is in the mountains and you’re going to ask a nine months pregnant me to go up a mountain to a military fortress to give birth? I don’t think so. That seems like a good idea now but trust me, in about seven months you will hate it.”

-

“I think Dorian and Kaaras are going to start dating,” Evelyn says as soon as she manages to get herself seated next to Lavellan.

“You don’t think it’ll be twins again, do you?” Lavellan asks, staring at Evelyn’s incredibly large baby - well. It’s not quite a bump anymore.

“With my luck?” Evelyn snorts, “Triplets.”

“And you two worried about Cullen’s health problems,” Lavellan muses. “Anyway, what about Dorian and Kaaras?”

“Have you seen the two together recently?” Evelyn asks.

“She’s right,” Josephine and Leliana both chime in. Lavellan looks up at Josephine offers her another pillow to put behind her back. Leliana is farther off in the house making a late lunch. “I ran into them the other day with Herah and they were adorable.”

“Just because people look adorable together doesn’t mean they are together,” Dagna says from where she’s putting together a baby bouncer for Evelyn. “I mean, look at Maxwell and Cassandra.”

“Ah, but that’s my cousin and he’s a train wreck made of puppies,” Evelyn replies. “This is different. This is Dorian. And Kaaras.”

Lavellan drums her fingers on her stomach, “I’m going to need more proof that Dorian is dating the brother of Baby’s god-mother.”

“Not dating, yet,” Leliana calls out, “Ladies, remind me - which one of you can’t stand the taste of tomatoes right now?”

“Me,” Evelyn raises a hand.

“No crusts,” Lavellan raises her hand, “No glory.”

“We were actually looking for baby clothes,” Josephine says, sitting on the sofa next to Lavellan, tucking her legs up underneath her, “For your shower - and no, I am not going to tell either of you what we got, so don’t give me that look.”

“Boo,” Lavellan frowns.

“Not important, tell her more,” Evelyn says, leaning her shoulder against Lavellan’s before returning to attempting to figure out which pillow will give her the best back support.

“And we saw Dorian and Kaaras in the store picking out baby clothes also,” Josephine says, “As an aside - I thought you were going to keep the baby gender a secret?”

“We are,” Lavellan says, “But we want to get both based covered and who’s to say a boy baby can’t wear pink and a girl baby can’t wear blue? Go on please.”

“It’s just - the way they talked and looked at each other and laughed,” Josephine says. “Herah said she hadn’t seen Kaaras look that relaxed with someone in a long time.”

“Well, we’ve all been friends for years,” Lavellan points out, “That would help.”

“And sometimes it takes years to figure out what’s good for you,” Evelyn says, voice soft. “Sometimes, it takes years for you to become someone who knows they can do better.”

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[daveywankenobie]

Today started well.

VERY well in fact.

A knock at the door early on revealed a smiling UPS courier and a small package. Inside was a (quite unexpected) presentation box wrapped in cellophane. When I opened it I could scarcely have been happier with the contents!

Instead of my old friend returning to my loving bosom I have a NEW AND IMPROVED FRIEND! 

I’ve had my teeny companion since September 2015 – and it’s seen some revisions since it was originally launched. My ‘1st generation’ model was eventually superseded by a ‘2nd generation’ series 1 and series 2 devices in late 2016. Both of these were upgraded versions of the original. Series two had GPS and water proofing – but crucially the series 1 had a faster processor than my 1st gen version which was then removed from sale.

Clearly Apple didn’t think it was cost effective to replace my 1st gen sensor (the circular panel housing it on the underside had come loose, making it turn like a bezel) and have now upgraded my nearly two year old watch to a brand new series 1!

How’s about that for customer service?!

After quickly restoring my settings from an old backup my new Apple Watch was soon right where it belonged – on my wrist – and waiting for instructions.

It soon got (quite literally) it’s marching orders, as today I’d planned to go for a walk with a friend. He’d originally suggested that we go somewhere further afield – but knowing I’d have to wait in for a parcel we had instead agreed to go a little closer to home – and have a look at somewhere neither of us had ever been.

Draycote Water (link).

This is a Severn Trent reservoir – and according to wikipedia it can hold more than a few kettles worth of H2O…

‘The reservoir was created in the 1960s and was opened in January 1969 and is by far the largest expanse of water in Warwickshire. It covers more than 600 acres (240 hectares) and holds up to 5 billion gallons (23 million m³) of water.‘

As you might imagine it’s pretty big – and is expansive enough to have a five mile circular walk around the outskirts of it – meaning that there’s plenty of places to sit on the reservoir wall and have lunch.

We started out quite gingerly – mostly due to my ongoing war wounds from a week ago. I got some pretty epic blisters during my 17 mile walk to Solihull (link). I had convinced myself that they were fixed up and as good as new – until I embarked upon my energetic 8 mile march around Warwick and Leamington yesterday.

Unfortunately this resulted in (amongst other things) the angry looking 3cm wide red/black/purple one on my left foot flaring up again. Today it was once again covered in elastoplast to reduce friction and pressure – but there’s only so much you can do to something that ideally you should just leave alone and allow to recover.

I can’t help myself though. I need to walk – and it’s really annoying to have loads of energy in your legs but to have sore feet that slow you down or eventually stop you altogether.

Thankfully we soon stopped for a bite to eat after a mile and a half or so, sat on the wall, looked out across the water and rummaged through our respective carrier bags.

Whilst my friend had packed a cheese and onion sandwich I had a whole cucumber. This had been a present from him the previous day and was fresh from his allotment. It was small (like a chunky courgette) and crisp (like a gherkin) and before setting out I’d chopped it into some basmati rice along with a can of mackerel and some beetroot.

Paired with a flask of coffee this (maybe odd – but delicious) combination went down really nicely!

However – if there was EVER a time I was kicking myself for not bringing a proper camera with me then today was that time. It was quickly apparent that the whole place was teeming with wildlife – and there were quite a few birds I’d not seen before. The Draycote birding site has a link to a list of the species that have been seen in 2017 and it’s MASSIVE (see here).

Annoyingly my iPhone just couldn’t do any of this justice – and the only things I could capture that didn’t look like flies in the distance were the geese – which were legion, and slow moving.

I’m therefore going back again soon with my proper camera to see whether I can get some better shots!

Birds weren’t the only wildlife here though – and although we never saw anything today other than small whites there appears to be a cornucopia of butterfly life in this area – with Draycote having one of the most comprehensive lists of potentially viewable species that I’ve seen so far at a reserve.

Although we didn’t have time to explore today there are also a couple of marked woodland walks around the reservoir that branch off into small areas of trees. I’m not sure how far these go but the Severn Trent site suggests that there’s quite a bit to explore –

‘There is a flat five mile tarmac road all the way around the reservoir which is ideal for a leisurely stroll. The Hensbrough hill top provides spectacular views and is a great place for a picnic, whilst the 25 acre country park provides enough room for young and old to play games and enjoy the outdoors.‘

There were lots of cyclists and sailing enthusiasts – along with several pretty large areas set aside on the banks for anglers – and the reservoir is apparently well stocked! There’s also a visitor centre with a cafe and balcony overlooking the reservoir.

Overall it seems like a great place to take the family for an active day out and it definitely requires more investigation. If nothing else it’s a supremely quiet and relaxing place for a stroll.

Even if your feet hurt!

Now – if you’ll excuse me internet my slightly perkier and enthusiastic puppy dog of a watch is pressing me to stand up and do something – and who am I to ignore it’s well intentioned pleas for attention?!

Davey

Draycote Water and fresh Apples Today started well. VERY well in fact. A knock at the door early on revealed a smiling UPS courier and a small package.

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