#like she full knows where the food is kept and I leave the little dogs bowls out all the time and it’s not a problem. but it used to be!

[awriterbutnot]

What If Marinette Had a Retired Police Dog (Part 2)

Masterlist Part 1

Ms. Bustier said she could go if she got a buddy to go with her

Marinette tried to ask her classmates

She thought for sure Adrien would at least come with her but no

Everybody said no

Nobody took pity on her

They all agreed with Lila and thought she snuck Captain here for attention

Adrien even lectured her about trying to cause problems for Lila

Well fine then she’ll just go by herself

Captain WAS a police dog

He would be able to protect her if something happened

Not the mention she was ladybug she could take care of herself

So, leaving the hotel with Captain by her side Marinette felt no fear going out on the night

It was a bit of a walk to the closest pet store, but when they got there, it was worth it

The store had absolutely everything that Marinette needed, a collar, leash, dog bowls, dog food, poop bags, dog shampoo, and even had enough money to get him a squeaky toy in the shape of a robin

Marinette spent a lot more time in the store then she thought she would so by the time she left it was way past the time it was consider safe to be out on the streets of Gotham especially when you’re a 16 year old girl with her dog and arms full of bags

That’s what Damian Wayne was thinking when he saw her walking on the street

He was on his patrol root when he saw the most beautiful girl he ever seen with a dog connect to her hand via a leash

Well Damian couldn’t just let a beautiful girl like this walk to wherever she’s going by herself so he swung down to the alleyway so he could escort her

Marinette was on high alert

Gotham was a lot different then Paris, while she felt safe even comforted walking through the Parisian nights

But here all she felt was jittery and scared

While passing one of the many dark allies in the city Captain started growling

He got in front of Marinette and growled at the person in the alley

Captain refused to let anybody harm Marinette while he was still around

Damian: Hold of your dog I come in peace.

Damian walked out of the alley with his arms raised to show that he didn’t mean any harm

Captain kept growling

Marinette: Oh your Robin aren’t you one of Gotham heroes

Captain kept growling

Damian: yes can you please call off your dog

Marinette:oh of course! *Marinette bends down to pet Captain* it’s okay Captain he’s a good guy. You can stand down

Captain stopped growling but he made sure to stay between his girl and the boy in tights

Damian: you know miss it really isn’t safe to be wondering the streets alone at night maybe I can walk you to where you’re going

Marinette: Well, I wouldn’t say no to the company

As they walked back to the hotel the talked about everybody and nothing the conversation just seemed to flow between them. Though Captain made sure to stay between them he was happy that Marinette seemed to found a companion even if it was just for one walk

They said goodbye once they reached the hotel as Marinette went up to his hotel room Damian raced home to hack into her school’s itinerary and see if he could somehow meet her again

Jason: What are you doing Demon Spawn

Damian: None of your business Todd

Tim: it looks like he’s hacking into some sort of school’s schedule

Dick: A French school at that. Are you planning to leave us little bird?

Damian: No and it’s still none of your business.

Dick: I know let’s hack into into the street cameras and and see if something came up on his patrol

Damian spun around

Damian: YOU SHOULD NOT SO THAT

Jason: Now we have to do it!

Damian: No!

Dick: I’m in! Oh ho who do we have here a little girly stole dear Damian’s heart

Tim: Oooo a pretty girl too, and French going by the schedule

Dick: and with a dog definitely an animal lover

Jason: What’s her name Demon Spawn?

Damian: Stay out of it you idiots!

Dick: Wait I recognize that school I’m giving them a tour on Wednesday of Wayne Enterprise

Damian: So she’s going to be at the building this Wednesday?

Jason: Aw Demon Spawn so happy to see his girlfriend

Damian: SHE’S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!!!

Tim: but you want her to be

Dick: you know since she has a dog with her she’ll have to walk him, meaning she’ll head to the closest park which is just across the street

Jason: And according to this schedule they have a free day tomorrow probably to sleep of the jet lagged

Damian got a look on his face like he was coming up with an evil plan

Bruce who has been in the bat cave with them all this time just shocked his head

That poor girl has no idea what she’s accidentally got herself into

The next day Marinette took Captain to the park across the street to give him a nice walk

There she ran into one Mr. Damian Wayne who have been there for an hour now hoping to run into her.

Captain recognizes this boys smell from last night and was a bit calmer around him.

Damian and Marinette spent hours in the park talking a getting to know each other.

It felt like they’ve known each other all their lives, and not just a couple of hours

Captain even warmed up to him enough to let Damian pet him on the head

For a minute

That’s it

Their meet up at the park lead to a coffee date, which lead to an exchanged of numbers

Marinette: Maybe this trip won’t be as lonely as I thought

#damianette #damian x marinette #Captain the Retired Police Dog

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Blood Moon Ch.13

Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa Caulfield (OFC)

Another full moon came and went, Annalisa offering herself up like a ritual sacrifice after he shifted, clinging to him as he claimed her as a Mate over and over again until his humanity pushed forward and he was himself again, albeit only mentally. Mating or killing satisfied the beast after it took over, letting it retreat.

Working at the clubs was not as exciting as he had initially thought it was going to be. He mainly sat in their security hub, keeping an eye on the cameras, giving orders through the radio to the rest of the security staff. Although his Special Forces training let him solve issues before they became problems, sending staff to certain areas when his gut started nagging at him. Most times it was just a handsy drunk who wouldn't leave the "Concierge Staff" alone, a title he now knew Sweeney and a few others had. They took care of the VIPs and kept an eye out for trouble with an attention to detail security couldn't have given the size of their areas. Took care of the VIPs within reason; Annalisa wasn't running a brothel. If they wanted to go home with one of them, that was their choice, but they did so off the clock. It wasn't required of them or implied they should.

Eugene avoided him like a good boy, even doing an about face when he walked into the security room and saw him in there. Sy didn't know if he took his threat seriously, but he sure as hell seemed to take Annalisa's.

It took a few weeks of coordination with schedules before a get-together was planned with his family. Between his brothers schedules and his new one, they decided on lunch on a Saturday it was going to be nice out, giving Sy enough time afterwards to get some sleep before work. He's seen Annalisa in the sun, so he knew that particular bit of vampire lore was inaccurate, and she sure as hell didn't sparkle.

“What's gonna happen if you eat real food?” He asked as they drove down the highway out of the city and into the country.

“I'll avoid it the best I can, but if I can't...well, we'll cross that bridge if we get to it.” She said, her thumb moving back and forth over his jeans where her hand was wrapped around his knee.

She hung back a little as they got out of the truck after parking behind an SUV in front of a ranch style house, a couple other trucks already there.

“Uncle Kyle!” Came the chorus of tiny voices and he was suddenly surrounded, almost knocked off his feet as they all vied for who got to be picked up and hugged first. He made sure to hug them all in turn in massive bear hugs, picking up two of the smallest who couldn't be older than four and sitting them on a hip each as they waded towards the house, a couple still clinging to his legs.

“You guys are gettin' too big for this.” He said, his voice strained with false exertion. It was chaos as they got closer to the house, a few dogs running out into the front yard and he set the kids down to say hi to them as well, the kids running off for the house. Again, Annalisa hung back, twisting her fingers somewhat nervously. A German Shepherd broke off from the rest to stand in front of her, looking at her curiously.

“Hello.” She said and it sniffed her a couple times before it's tail started wagging at blurring speeds, pressing against her legs and looking up at her adoringly as she pet it.

“See you met Aika.” Sy said, a silvery-blue pitbull plastered against him and trying to lick his face, “She was a demo dog, served with her in Afghanistan. She retired right after I did so I adopted her. Can't have dogs at the apartment, so my folks look after her. Wouldn't wanna keep her there, anyway. She's got a couple acres to run around on here.”

“She's pretty.” She said, kneeling and running her hands over her cheeks and ears. “Aren't you a pretty girl?”

“Woman, that is a highly trained Army dog, you can't be baby-talkin'—”

“Such a pretty girl, yes you are.” Aika ate it up, giving her a doggy smile and trying to lick her face.

“Hey, you two!” They looked up as an older woman came out of the house. “I wondered what the fuss was about.”

“Hey, ma.” Sy said, standing and pulling her into a hug, kissing her cheek. “Ma, this is Annalisa.”

“Well ain't you the prettiest thing.” She said as Annalisa stood, “Bit young though, ain't she?”

“Ma.” Sy said.

“Just pokin' fun.” She said and went to her, taking her hands in hers warmly. “It's nice to meet you, Annalisa. My youngest has been goin' on and on about you and your clubs since he found out you and Kyle were datin'. Nice to put a face to the legend.”

“Thank you, ma'am, it's nice to meet you too.”

“Oh, please. Don't you “ma'am” me, it's Denise. Now let's get inside, the others are already 'round back. Hope you came hungry. We don't often have all our boys together so Jack is grillin' enough to feed an army.” She said as she pulled away, leading the way back to the house. Pictures of Sy at various ages along with his brothers lined the walls and the house was very...lived in, but not messy. Organized chaos of dog toys, children's toys, dog bowls in the kitchen. They made their way to the back of the house, Aika staying at Annalisa's side in reaching distance.

“Well look who it is!” They heard as they stepped out into the massive backyard.

“Hey, pops.” Sy said, going over to give him a hug. “Dad, this is Annalisa.”

“Ain't she pretty, Jack?” Denise asked and Annalisa felt her cheeks heat a little.

“As a picture.” Jack said and pulled Annalisa into a hug, taking her by surprise a little. “Sorry, shoulda asked first.”

“It's okay.” She said, smiling a little as she pulled away, “I don't mind hugs.”

“How do you like your burgers, Annalisa?” He asked.

“Actually, pops—”

“Rare.” She said, “The bloodier the better.”

“Woman after my own heart.” Jack said, turning back to the grill, “Should be ready in a few. Mikey is starin', so best put him out of his misery.”

“Cross that bridge when we get to it?” Sy whispered as they walked away and she nodded. She had noticed the young man trying his hardest to not be obvious in his stares, but he had very clearly failed. He had the same thick black hair Jack did, only his wasn't shot with white, clear pale skin, and the same blue eyes as the rest of them. Sy was handsome, his brother was straddling the line between that and pretty. “Mikey.”

“Hey, Sy.” Mike said, looking at Annalisa and back at his brother quickly.

“Oh for fucks sake, Mikey. Get it outta your system.”

“I love your clubs.” He said in a rush and she gave a small laugh, “Just...everything about them is awesome and the drinks are fantastic and—”

“I'm glad you enjoy yourself.” She said, cutting off the stream of words before he passed out from lack of oxygen, “Have you been getting taken care of okay?”

“Yeah!” He said, “Shocked the hell out of me and my friends when we went and got told I was on the VIP list. I know Sy told me I was, but it was still a surprise. I didn't think he was serious.”

“Why would I lie about that?” Sy asked and Mike shrugged. Sy was suddenly pulled into a headlock making her jump a little.

“How's it goin' little brother?!” The guy asked, rubbing the top of his head.

“Get off me Jake!” Sy said and got himself free, pushing him away. “Jackass.”

“Douchebag.” Jake said, “This the infamous Annalisa?”

“Nice to meet you.” She said with a snort and he gave her a quick once-over.

“You're way too pretty to be datin' this bum.” He said.

“And you're way too married.” Sy said.

“Dani and I separated, actually.” Jake said and Sy winced.

“Sorry, man, I didn't know.”

“Yeah, it's recent. Her and the kids are at her moms.” He said, “Anyway, you're certainly a step up from the Barbie.”

“Tiffany?” Annalisa asked and he nodded.

“Never liked her.” Jake said, “Always had a bad feelin' about her. 'Specially when she came onto me while Kyle was deployed.”

“You never told me that!” Sy said.

“Tellin' ya now. I turned her down hard and told her to fuck off.” Jake said, “Harpy ain't my type and ya know, I was married at the time.”

“Whatever, it don't matter anymore.” Sy said and laid his arm around her shoulders, “C'mon, let's go get you introduced to the others.” Looking over his shoulder as they walked away, he pointed at his eyes and then at Jake, who just flipped him off making him smile. Brothers.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #blood moon

[gyll-yee-haw]

heyyy! missed you a lot omg 😭😭😭💖 do you write for all jake characters? i was thinking of something like, detective loki has a very sensible and sweet girlfriend and she loses a pet and he comforts her while she's going through it. a very sad but also really soft and cute because of how much he takes care of her

Hii, angel!! I missed you too!! 🥺❤

I think the only characters I wouldn't write for would be Jack Twist (cause I only write female readers), like bubble boy lol, and Jeff Bauman (cause he's a real person, I think it would be weird). But except from those, I believe I would write for all! And I ADORED your request because Detective Loki is my absolute favorite character ever, the actual love of my life, think about him all the time <3

Warnings: the absolute cutest thing I ever wrote, hurt/comfort, pet death, sad as heck (my cat was making biscuits on my belly as I wrote it, I almost cried), a few swear words, buuut with tons and tons of fluff <3

Like 2k words

I named the dog Nugget because nothing makes me happier than pets with food names 😭

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Knowing that day would come couldn't make it any easier. You just lost your childhood best friend. Someone who has always been there and... the fact he won't be anymore is almost unbelievable.

David had been by your side through the whole process. When Nugget started getting sick, he rushed him to the vet countless times. On his last days, David would always come home with a million treats and pillows, and blankies, everything to make your baby as comfortable and happy as possible. When you and David started dating, Nugget was part of the package. He had never had a dog before, but once you moved in, bringing yours along, he went full dog dad mode.

"No, don't worry, you should get some rest..." he would say, as an excuse to be the one to take Nugget on a walk or play with him.

And it really went both ways, Nugget was absolutely IN LOVE with David. He would wait for David to come home for hours by the door, and never leave his side when he does. You were jealous at first, but it was really adorable... having a dog really helped Dave with his stress.

But now... now the house felt so empty. Even though David was extremely heartbroken, he knew he had to stay strong for you.

He helped you bury Nugget on a special place with all the things he loved, and have a little funeral, where he made sure to say a few words, cause he knew you couldn't.

The day after the funeral, you woke up after noon, and could barely open your eyes from crying all night. You heard noises coming from the kitchen. Weird... David should be at work.

You walked downstairs to check. You found him cursing at something in the oven.

"Dave?" You called softly.

"Love?" He answered, pretending he had everything under control. "Hi, did you... did you get some sleep?"

"I did. Shouldn't you be at work?" You asked confusingly.

"I... yeah, it's just..." He sighed. "I didn't want to leave you here alone, I took the day off."

"You took the day off?" Your eyes widened. "David, you worked on Christmas. And on Thanksgiving. And on your birthday. And..."

"I know." He interrupted. "I'm sorry, baby... I know I work too much. But I thought... you might need some company."

His words seemed to hit both of you at the same time. It was always Nugget who kept you company during David's countless working hours. Now everything would be so much worse... not only you would be without David, you would be completely alone...

Your eyes filled with tears. He rushed to your side.

"Hey hey hey..." he held you tightly. "It's okay, baby, you won't be alone, okay? We'll figure it out."

You allowed him to hold you, closing your eyes and trying to just feel that moment. You needed to cry, you needed to hurt, and he knew that. It's part of the process and he would be right there until you were strong enough to carry on. As he held you, you could feel his warm embrace. His heart beating softly as he breathed slowly. His soft belly and strong arms. The smell of... what was that smell?

"Dave?" You wiped your tears and looked at him. "There's something... burning?"

"Oh, FUCK!" He rushed back to the oven, quickly turning it off.

"What's going on?" You followed him.

"I was... I was trying to bake a cake. Just... to make you feel better, and you weren't eating, I thought that maybe... oh, fuck, I knew I should just buy something, but I didn't want to leave you here and go out, then..."

He stopped his rambling immediately when he looked at you. You were... smiling?

"Dave, you're the best, I swear." You hugged him from behind, giggling.

"Wait, hold on..." he chuckled. "I fucked up."

"You didn't." You explained to him. "I didn't need a cake, I needed someone to care this much about me."

"Y/N..." he turned around to face you, staying inside your embrace. "You have no idea how much I care about you... you are my everything."

"I love you, Dave. I don't know how I would do this without you."

"You won't do this without me, I'll be right here, okay?"

"I don't know..." you shrugged, feeling the pain coming back to your chest. "I feel like it's not gonna go away... ever."

"I know." He sighed, caressing your hair. "I'm gonna miss him too. But I just know he was the luckiest dog who ever lived. To be loved this much by you, to grow up by your side... I just know he lived his best life."

"He did." You allowed yourself to smile again. "He was so happy. Specially after you came along."

David had to fight his emotions. He felt a little sting in his heart. He loved his little family, but he felt so undeserving of all that love. He thought about how Nugget got attached to him so quickly and he couldn't understand why. Just like he couldn't understand why burning a cake was the only thing that made you feel better, after all he tried... maybe love was still a little bit of a foreigner concept for him to understand. But maybe that was the point... as a detective, he was always trying to understand everything, and maybe love wasn't something to be understood... all he knew was that it was all over that kitchen.

-----

Weeks passed and you were still healing. You still cried sometimes, but you were starting to accept it.

David had to go back to work, of course. Lives depended on him and keeping him home made you feel worse. At first, he took it slow. Didn't work as much as he used to. But as he started to go back to his normal rotine, you realized it would be harder than you thought.

After one particularly stressful day, around 1am, he went back to his car, ready to go home.

He started the car. Then paused. He could swear something moved on the backseat. He turned around and inspected it for a moment. There was nothing there, he was probably just exhausted.

He started driving. Something moved again.

"What the fuck..." he murmured, keeping his eyes on the mirror.

That's when a pair of yellow eyes looked back at him.

"Shit!" His eyes widened.

It was a kitten. As black as the seats, which is why he couldn't see it before. He left the car windows open and the kitten must have jumped in...

What the fuck was he gonna do now? He couldn't leave the kitten on the streets. But he couldn't take it home either... he had no idea how you would react, you were still sad about Nugget...

His mind raced until he got home, trying to decide what to do.

He had an idea.

As soon as he parked the car, he grabbed a box, put an old jacket of his inside it and placed it in the garage. He went back to the car and grabbed the kitten. He didn't realize how small it was before, but it fit in his hand. The kitten started purring as soon as David's hand made contact with it.

"Oh my god..." he murmured. He had never held a kitten in his life... he probably didn't even know they... vibrated.

He placed the kitten inside the box.

"Okay... I'll see what I'll do with you in the morning."

As soon as he turned his back, the kitten jumped out of the box, following him. It ran between David's legs, making him trip.

"Fuck!" He tried not to fall, at the same time as he tried not to step on the cat, that was the size of his boot. "Listen... you need to stay here, I'll figure out what to do with you in the morning, okay?"

He picked the cat back up, putting it inside the box again.

It jumped out. Of course.

On the 5th time that happened, David just sat on the floor, absolutely exhausted. He rested his face on his hands, cursing his luck. The kitten climbed up his legs and laid down.

David was starting to wonder if he was gonna have to sleep on the garage that night. That's when the door opened.

He and the cat looked at you with a terrified expression.

"I can explain." He said, with the most desperate look you had ever seen on his face.

"OH.MY.GOD." You gasped and brought your hand to your mouth.

"He followed me... I've been trying to get home for half an hour, I swear, he won't let me, I..."

"David." You looked at him with tears in your eyes. "You've been chosen."

"What do you mean?" He was trying to figure out if you were happy or upset. "I'm gonna take him somewhere tomorrow, I'll just..."

"David!" You kneeled next to the kitten, offering your hand for it to smell, and it immediately headbutted your hand. "Don't you dare say something like that, you're his father now..."

"Y/N..." he got even more desperate after hearing the word 'father'.

"This is the most affectionate kitten I've ever seen in my life..." you continued petting the small kitten, who was now loafing on David's leg. You picked it up to look for any signs that it might be hurt or sick. "It's a girl, by the way..."

"It's a girl..." he repeated, trying to process everything.

"You think...?" You got excited for a second, then calmed down. "Well, nevermind."

"Tell me what's on your mind, baby." David gave you space, as you sat beside him, holding the kitten on your lap.

"I... I was wondering if we could... keep it." You kept petting the kitten, who looked very relaxed. "But I understand if you don't want to... I mean, I know I've been a pain in the ass since Nugget is gone, and you probably won't want to go through that again..."

"Y/N, you haven't been a pain in the ass for a second in your life. I love you." He laughed. "I just... didn't know if you were ready yet."

"Well, I..." you thought about it for a second. "I didn't think I was. But... she chose you, it just... happened. I mean... I know it's hard to lose a pet we love, but... there are others out there who deserve a loving home too, you know? Like Nugget had. And there are so many animals suffering on the streets... specially cats..."

"You know what?" He smiled, really proud of you. "I think this is what Nugget would have wanted."

"DOES THAT MEAN SHE'S OURS?" You spoke excitedly.

"She's ours." He shrugged.

The kitten stood up, stretching and walking from your lap to David's, where she laid down again.

"She LOVES you..." you felt the tears starting to fall. It was so exciting that David would be there since day one for the kitten's life... with Nugget was different, and he deserved this. "She chose you."

"She's... vibrating again..." he raised his eyebrows.

"SHE'S PURRING, DAVID, YOU ARE HER DAD!"

"Jesus Christ..." he sighed, wondering what the fuck he got himself into.

#detective loki #detective loki fanfic #david loki #detective loki x reader #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #prisoners

[heaven-s-black-box]

The Curious Case of the Fett Family- ensemble

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Recovery date: June 18th, 2022

Description: The Fett family, a large family with too many cousins to count and somehow they all look almost identical. Here's a quick look at a day of school.

Notes: N/A

Word count: 885

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“Did you study for the test?”

“Which one?”

“Mhmhm?!”

“Wrecker,” Echo sighed, walking up behind his cousins with Fives, “don’t try to talk with your mouth full, you’ll choke.”

Fives started choking on the granola bar he’d be shoveling into his mouth, and Echo let out an even more exhausted sigh and patted his back.

“Well if it isn’t the Domino twins,” Crosshair said.

“Hi Echo! Fives!” Omega cheered, poking around from the front of the group.

“We have a test?!” Wrecker yelled, finally finishing his sandwich. Tech nodded, while Hunter just hung his head and sighed. “Hm, hey Echo, wanna take my test for me?”

“We look nothing alike.”

“A rarity in this family,” Crosshair mumbled before unwinding his earbuds and putting them in.

“We look everything alike.”

“Echo is built like a twig and you’re built like a barn,” Fives laughed. 

“No one in our family looks close enough to you to take your test, you should have studied like the rest of us.”

“Your tests sound hard.”

Everyone nodded.

“Hey kid, you coming to the rugby game tonight? Could really use a cheerleader.”

“If I don’t have too much homework.”

“Aww, why do you have to be so responsible?”

“Is Hevy playing today?” Hunter asked Echo and Fives.

“The doctor said he can, but it’s up to your coach in the end,” Fives shrugged.

Echo muttered, “I wouldn’t.”

As they approached the crosswalk, Omega grabbed on to Tech’s sleeve as the group crossed before bouncing away with a wave.

Tipoca secondary school, Tipoca middle school, Coruscant secondary school, and republic general secondary school were the four schools that the Fett family attended. Even though most of them lived in the same area, the domino twins and self proclaimed “bad batch” lived right across from Wolfee and his brothers, they were spread out across three high schools.

After the fiasco that was middle school, they’d tried to break themselves up as much as possible. The sentiment “If I get mistaken for _____ one more time!”, was held by most of the cousins.

“Good luck on your test,” Fives waved, heading off towards his locker.

---

“So, Hunter says Omega gets out at 3:30, if we leave at 3:20 we can pick her up, grab dinner and get RG before-”

“Ah!”

“What?!” Cody jumped, looking up from his phone at Rex.

“I- uh… You know what, it’s nothing, sorry. Here’s your caf.”

Cody took it suspiciously and slowly brought it up, carefully watching Rex, waiting for him to give something away. His brother kept a stone cold face, adding milk to his own caf and taking a sip.

The second the drink touched his tongue he spit it back out.

“You put salt in my caf!”

Rex burst out laughing, nearly tipping over his mug.

“I swear it was an accident.”

“Is that what you were yelling about?”

“It’s not my fault the Dominos don’t label anything! Who even keeps their salt in a container?”

---

“Aww, it’s so cute,” Gregor cooed, staring through the window of the pet shop.

“We’re not stopping to play with the dogs Gregor, come on.”

“That one reminds me of you.”

“I’m going to leave you.”

“Oh come on, why not get another member for your pack? You can call him Wolffe jr.!”

Wolffe ignored him and started back down the sidewalk, shifting his grip on his grocery bags. Gregor stared at the dogs a little longer before realizing Wolffe was serious and jogged after him.

“What’s with all the food anyways?”

“Rex and Cody are back from school.”

“Wait, I thought they were taking a trip with some of their friends?”

“Jesse.”

---

Cody and Rex listened intently as Omega went on about her day and the research assignment she was working on for her space unit. They headed around back to the field where the Republic General secondary school was playing against Tipoca secondary school.

“This is gonna be great,” Droidbait laughed. “Common Hevy, kick their butts. Prove that we aren’t a bunch of Dominos!”

He was standing around with his brothers, hyping Hevy up.

“If we beat the Dominos again,” Tech started, “ we might need to pick another nickname.”

“Why, they’re still gonna fall over?” Wrecker laughed.

“Yes, but at this point it’s less them falling over now and more-”

“Us absolutely crushing them.”

“Come on, remember this isn’t just about us. There’s other people on both teams, if you want a one on one game we can just go to a park.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

As the two sides bickered and hyped eachother up, Wolffe and the rest of his pack took a seat in the stands with Gregor, waving over Cody and Rex.

Twenty minutes to the game, Echo, Fives, and Droidbait joined them to watch the warm up.

When the whistle blew to start the game, Omega cheered the loudest, a great feat considering she was going against Fives. In an effort to drown her out, all in good fun of course, Droidbait and Gregor joined in while Echo covered his ears and scooted slightly away. 

Taking it as a challenge, Rex joined Omega to cheer for her brothers. Sure it was loud, and they’d probably be asked to quiet down soon, but that was just how the Fett family rolled.

#researcher s's recovery #star wars #the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb echo #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #captain rex #commander cody #arc trooper fives #tcw fives #tcw wolffe #tcw gregor #domino twins #star wars ensemble #fluff #oneshot #sw oneshot

[randomfoggytiger]

"Regardless of His Actions Last Night"

(Fictober, Day 2)

Queequeg may have been an undisciplined little puffball allergic to six different brands of dog food, an indoor voice, and the realization of the near fatal consequences of his choice to chase after an alligator, but a disagreeable traveling companion (Scully asserted) he was not. 

Her mother managed him more during the last two years than she did-- not that Scully was thrilled with her own negligence, but the demands of the job kept her hopping from car to plane and coast to coast-- and had happily lugged Queequeg around with her wherever she went (empty-nester and solitary widow that she was.) As such, he was quite the seasoned traveler; and Maggie boasted about him so often that her daughter decided to bring him along on a much-needed vacation.  

So, one fine morning-- wind whipping through his fur as he tried to stretch his head further above the convertible door-- Queequeg found himself cruising shotgun along the highway, alive and dangerous and as eager for trouble as Scully was to escape it. 

*****

Scully could barely hear Mulder’s impish finger-wagging over the phone while Queequeg growled and barked and lunged ineffectually in his seat at a random cat lounging, unbothered, by the gas station entrance. 

“Queequeg, no-- no, he hasn’t, Mulder; and he won’t. He’s a good dog. Queequeg! Stop that.” 

Mulder made sure to caveat his very important statistic on vehicular decapitation with a cheeky footnote: "But I don't know if the data applies to two-foot cannibals, Scully. And if my guess is correct, it’s because those statisticians were clever enough to leave their yappers at home.”  

“I think you got the height of the yappers mixed up, Mulder.” And she hit the end button, hypothesizing that Queequeg was likely just hungry. “Lunch,” she muttered, glad that there was no one else around to be bothered until she’d paid and left. 

*****

Queequeg almost broke from Scully's grasp, yanking the full length of the leash in his attempts to run across the parking lot. His earlier disgruntled yaps shifted to lapdog spit-snarls; and he completely ignored her commands until one of the inconspicuous cars pulled out and away, a girl and her doll staring back blankly from their window. He calmed then, victorious; and followed Scully placidly to the door. 

Where they found chaos. 

While Scully attempted to sort the mayhem of injured, moaning customers and the arriving, superstitiously inclined cops, Queequeg licked the blood dripping off the hand of the most unfortunate victim a little too eagerly.

***** 

At the police station, Scully split her attention in half: disproving Mulder’s assumptions of her assumptions (and deflecting his overblown proposal) while simultaneously keeping her eye on Queequeg. Contented after chowing down his premium soggy lunch and bored from satisfying all his curiosities around the office, he clicked his little nails over to a pile of coats someone left for him and plunked eagerly down for an afternoon nap. She watched longingly as the little dog relaxed, not a care in the world as he stretched and shifted.

A bath. That would hit the spot. A long one. 

Hopefully Queequeg wouldn’t find something dirty and inconvenient to stick his nose into before the weekend was over. 

*****

The next morning, Scully had to leave him moaning and wailing outside the crime scene with a buoyantly even-keeled police officer. By the time her and Jack Bonsaint’s theories were interrupted by Mulder’s opportune phone call, Queequeg's howls had shifted from woefully complaining to bitterly angry. 

“I’m not going to feel sorry for him, Scully. He ate my Christmas hat.” 

“Might I remind you,” she replied, shoving one hand up to cover her other ear, “that you left it on the floor with your running clothes after I’d warned you he likes to sniff out and chew dirty socks?” 

The argument, they both knew, was unproductive: Mulder only clung to this particular grievance because the Lone Gunman still made snide remarks about him ‘tossing aside the gift of friendship’ every time they met up (especially Frohike, who had taken one look at the pin-striped monstrosity he'd called “a runner’s cap” and knew Mulder would like it. He had.) 

“Yeah? What about that new silk pajama set he tore into?” 

“I don’t know--” there was a short pause as Scully walked back outside and hunched down, “--ask him.” 

Queequeg bellowed full force into the phone. 

Mulder got the message. 

*****

The rest of the investigation was a repeat of their normal cohabitation-- Scully was roped into work and Queequeg was forced to stay behind with a third party. Mulder, of course, did not lose sight of that fact on their last call, teasing her about being a woman of routine.

He stopped the ribbing, however, when she didn't respond to his other banter. “Scully? You there?”

She shook her head, trying to catch the thread of their conversation. “Yeah, yeah I heard you.” 

“Is there something wrong?”

After a moment of deliberation, Scully stepped out of the squad car and closed the door behind her. “It’s just… is it fair to him, Mulder?”

“...Fair to who?” 

“To Queequeg. I mean, I’ve owned him for nearly two years now, but I don’t really own him, do I? Mom cares for him while I'm out of town, and I only really see him between cases--”

“He tagged along with us that one time. And he seems to be eating up your trip.” 

“--But is it fair? After Christmas….” 

More silence settled-- weighty and somber-- while they both carefully readjusted to the turn of the conversation. 

“After Christmas, I was going to make changes in my life. I had made them. But even after--” Scully pivoted away from that consuming memory, “-- after Emily... I never considered keeping those changes for Queequeg's sake. Was that fair of me?” 

Jack Bonsaint knocked considerately on the windshield. “Agent Scully? Any leads?” 

***** 

Oblivious to the horror show unfolding across town, Queequeg tore away the plastic from a complimentary bar of soap and sank his teeth into the old lady smell of dime store lavender. He then decorated his triumph all over the floor. 

***** 

“Well-behaved” had turned into “good as new” had turned into “we’ll handle it”; and Scully’s weekend closed amicably, both professionally and financially. At least Jack and the force were pitching in to cop the damages.

She’d buy him a poster, she decided, securing her rascally co-pilot into place before striding to the driver’s side door. 

And she’d at least gotten her bath. 

But she’d never tell Mulder about what happened to her new tourist shirt.

*****

Dedicated to @welsharcher's curiosity about Mulder's strange... hat (here) in "Christmas Carol" and @agent-troi's generously donated prompt ("Queequeg tags along on cases and gets into mischief") that @perpetually-weirdening seconded.

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023 and @fictober-event

**Note**: If the Tales of Queequeg becomes a series, I will call them The Remains of the Remains of the Day. That is all.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

#txf #fic #Fictober #2023 #Day 2 #“Regardless of His Actions Last Night” #Chinga #AU #Scully takes her little monster on vacay #and he has a whale of a time #mine #x-files #xfiles #the x files #xf fanfic #Queequeg #Scully #Mulder #Jack Bonsaint

[4-trenchcoat-cats]

Long Post. TW Pet Loss.

Today we made the difficult decision to let Jack go. I've been meaning to do an introduction post for a while complete with pictures, but I hadn't gotten around to it. Jack is the cat in my icon at least, so there's one of the cutest pics I have of him. Most of the other cute ones are from when he was asleep or didn't know I was photographing him. He was very protective of his image, and it helped that he was born during a time when cameras still couldn't capture the void essence very well.

He was the king of the house, ruler of the roost, and grade-A asshole that controlled our lives (in the best way possible of course). There really aren't words to describe what our lives are going to be like now because we have no idea. He's the one who determined meal times for the entire house, snuggles VS no snuggles, and when I should actually wake up when it wasn't a work day. He would regularly take over my bed in his later years, and he spent the bulk of his earlier ones being kept out of places (unsuccessfully).

There are so many stories I could tell about him, but since this is my first time talking about the actual 4-trenchcoat-cats, I'll give everyone his introduction to us. It's only fitting folks see how it all began.

Picture it, 2009. We still had our larger dog then, and she spent her days sunning in our front yard whenever it was cool enough (and hoping we'd forget her when it rained). She was our ruler back then, and one day we noticed her eying our wood pile with considerable interest. There was no getting her away from it.

Then we heard it, sharp meows that could only come from the tiniest of kittens. He was the shade of the shadows and blended in well, but we spotted him, and knowing he couldn't fend for himself, we brought him inside.

We were a dogs-only household, firmly dog people. We'd started feeding some outside cats, but we'd never had one indoors. And now this little black menace was demanding food and attention, and well, we fell for it. I guess he always knew this was where he was supposed to be, and it's also one of the best origin stories of the lot seeing that the others just sort of showed up.

It's also only fitting he passed now. We lost that dog the following Thanksgiving, and now we've said goodbye to him just short of Christmas. I think the two of them wanted to be remembered, and I'm grateful for that. If it weren't for Facebook memories, I wouldn't be able to keep up.

He'll be our first that we cremate. It's only fitting that his final resting place be where he can watch us and judge us for our poor life choices, watch over our mealtimes with a hawk-like eye, and probably haunt us a little because why not? A guy has to have hobbies.

He leaves behind a sissy who doesn't know what to do with herself at. all., but I'm managing. Our two human parents who are also at a state of What Now? after so many years of trying to keep him alive, this was not a short journey. Lastly, the now three trenchcoat cats are going to do their best to honor his memory, but I just know they'll come up a little short. A new era is beginning, and I don't think it's hit them yet. I don't think it ever will if I'm being honest. How do you move on after a purricane/clawnado/meowquake rattles your life for so long?

I'm off from work so I already was planning on spending less time here (thank you satellite internet), but I don't see things changing much when I do get good browsing time again. I will forever see black cats as #jack jack cats, and any antics I come across with #jack jack energy need to be noted dutifully. I will honor his memory by pretending to carry on like something earth-shattering hasn't hit us at full force.

And, for good measure because every obituary should have a good picture, here's a proper picture of my boy taking over my bed and living his best life.

Goodbye, Sir Jack. I can't wait to see you again<3

#a tribute for jack #the real jack jack cat #tw pet loss #tw loss #tw death #tw pet death #tw animal death

[witchysethharper]

Fall From Grace || Self-Para

Seth's hunted by hellhounds and has his soul sent to hell.

Trigger Warnings: death

Seth made a lot of mistakes tonight. His first one being that he didn't plan well and absolutely had to get dog food for Circe this evening so she had breakfast tomorrow morning. That was absolutely his bad procrastinating on it and convincing himself he had enough for the week until he looked in the near empty bag. Tonight also happened to be early on in heat week and nearing a full moon. Whatever, right? He'd drive down to Krovs Town, get the food, and then drive back up. Town ought to be quiet this evening with many of the residents tucked in and entertaining themselves with a partner in heat. What could possibly go wrong?

The menacing growl that reached his ears sent a chill up his spine. He froze in place, grip tightening on the opened door of his trunk where he'd just packed up Circe's food. What little noise on Market Square faded away underneath Seth's heart thundering in his ears.

He didn't think about the hellhounds. Or that today –– right fucking now –– his time would be up.

It wasn't like Seth hadn't been seeing these hell beasts day and night for the last month or so but this... this felt different. The chime of the town clock striking the nighttime hour cut through the moment of silence with an ominous, booming chime augmenting the cold dread settling in his bones.

He slowly and carefully shut the trunk of his car before turning around. The few random pedestrians and drivers running some last minute errands didn't see what Seth did –– three massive, monstrous black dogs with glowing red eyes and dripping maws right there in the middle of the street. Each of them haunched and prowling towards the young witch that was their prey. No one else heard the low snarling of the hungry beasts that didn't disappear after Seth shut his eyes and opened them again. They wouldn't until they finished their hunt.

Seth did the first thing he could think of once he momentarily regained control of himself –– he bolted. Charged down the sidewalk passed confused citizens that went about their evening once he was out of sight. He thought he'd come to terms with this, mentally prepared for this moment to inevitably happen no matter whether he ran or stayed still, and yet he kept running as fast as he could down the barely lit street. It didn't matter how fast he was, the hounds were faster, and one managed to clip him across the back with claws. Seth needed distance –– just enough so he could make a phone call –– so he teleported himself as far down Oymyakon Street as he could and slowed to a power walk while he pulled out his phone and dialed the very first person he could think of.

"C'mon, pick up, pickup, pickup," he muttered, frosty mist leaving his mouth as the phone continued ringing what felt like endlessly. A little spark of hope fluttered in his chest hearing Shade's voice before realizing it was just the cambion's voice mail message. Truthfully Seth didn't know if this was better or worse, wanting to actually talk to Shade one last time but also not wanting this to be their last conversation. He didn't plan on this happening now so he was unprepared once the beep signaled him to start his last words to his best friend.

"Uh... fuck. Okay. Hey. Hi. Hey, Dempsey, hey. It's Seth, um..." He slowed down his pace a bit so he could talk more than breathe heavily into the phone. Silence. The hounds hadn't caught up to him yet but he knew they would. He maybe had a few minutes. "Fuck, it's fucking cold out. Anyway, uh, I'm not sure what you're, like, doing right now or whatever but I wanted to let you know... that... it's, uh... time. Got the hellhounds on my ass and motherfucking..." He clenched his fist and grimaced as he remembered why he'd come out here in the first place. "Fuck, sorry, I, uh, I left my car in Market Square outside the pet store. Had to get Circe food so she doesn't starve. It's in my trunk if you could somehow get that up to her tonight or tomorrow morning, please." He turned into an empty alleyway, knowing that he couldn't outrun this moment. Eventually those hounds would track him down and tear him apart and it'd more than likely be painful as fuck.

"But, um, that's not why I was calling. I just... I wanted to hear... your voice one last time, and..." He choked on the words now as his eyes and throat burned as he reached the brick wall end, hearing those dogs howling not too far away from where they'd picked up Seth's scent again. "I wanted to say thank you for... everything. For helping me with car shit and cooking and making me laugh and putting up with me in general for all these years. And for trying to help save my soul in the first place. I'm just... really fucking glad to have met you and had you in my life, everything good and bad and in between with us. And..." Seth looked up now, seeing the hounds approaching him through the blur of brimming tears that threatened to spill. He rushed his ending, not at all wanting the last thing on Shade's inbox to feature the sounds of him getting mauled. "Fuck. Okay. Gotta go. Take care of yourself, a'ight? L-Love you."

His hand shook as he hung up and this time the beasts didn't leave him any time to process his fate. He was cornered and they struck one by one, the first one lunging at Seth so hard he bounced back against the brick wall before hitting the ground. His glasses knocked off his face and fell beside him, one of the lenses cracked from the impact. Claws and teeth tore into him, breaking through his winter layers and muscle and bone. Blood sprayed over the bricks and concrete and Seth cried out, falling still on the cold ground pooled in his blood. Darkness swarmed his vision as he drew his last breaths.

Then everything went silent before the roar of hellfire enveloped him.

#p: fall from grace #self para #death tw

[thegreyj]

Agree to disagree

Rowaelin month day three: Travel/vacation @rowaelinscourt​

This exact situation happened to me and my family, and I thought I’d make the situation fit our precious Rowaelin.

CW: fluff, fun, mentions of nearly dying (not if you ask Rowan though)

Enjoy!

Agree to disagree

The sun was shining, no clouds could be seen. The heat wouldn’t be so bad if the air wasn’t as humid, but it was. Rowan felt like he was constantly in a sauna with no escape, whereas Aelin was enjoying every bit of the hot weather, sunny sky and the occasional warm breeze.

“Come on, buzzard! Live a little!” Aelin laughed at Rowan’s grumpy face hiding under a beach umbrella. Aelin tried to tug him up from his seat to join her in the ocean, but Rowan was already done with their trip. And they weren’t even halfway through. He should’ve known Aelin would pick a location with way too many tourists, not enough activities around and a weather that kept him slightly uncomfortable at all times.

“Live a little? I’ll show you how to live a little,” Rowan grumbled as he got up, then suddenly threw Aelin over his shoulder and ran to the ocean, throwing Aelin in. Her screech was totally worth it, making Rowan laugh. When Aelin emerged from the water looking like a wet dog, Rowan couldn’t help but laugh even harder.

“I’m sorry, love, but you wanted me to, you were practically begging,” Rowan tried to say through the bouts of laughter. Aelin couldn’t help herself, seeing Rowan so carefree for a change made her happy and she joined the laughter.

“Okay, buzzard. You got me, we can be done with the beach for the day.”

Rowan’s kiss was well worth leaving the beach.

**

Their day had been fun, exploring the city and doing a little shopping. Rowan had found a tiny shop full of historic relics and Aelin nearly had to drag him out of there to get food. The weather was still as hot, but moving along the city streets, it didn’t feel as hot as it did on the beach. Aelin had apparently scouted the are and found the best restaurant already, and if there was one fact that anyone should know about Aelin Whitethorn-Galathynius, it was that you did not come between the golden-haired woman and her food.

As they were eating their late lunch, Aelin laid out her plan to a very interested Rowan.

“So one of the locals was talking about a small village on the side of the mountain, and apparently the view is magnificent. I was thinking we’d go there to watch the sunset.”

Rowan was very supportive of the idea, since he was the one who had wanted more activities and places to see through the week.

“Absolutely! We can rent a car to drive there,” Rowan excitedly told his wife. Aelin just nodded her confirmation and continued eating her massive plate of food. Rowan went back to his meat on a stick. It didn’t matter where they were, he would always find various versions of his favorite food.

**

It was a bit later now, and they were seated in their rental car heading towards the mountain, where their supposed village was located at.

“Are you sure this is the right way?” Aelin asked looking a bit concerned. Rowan squeezed her thigh in a comforting gesture.

“Yes, fireheart. I asked not one, but two of the locals, and the guy who rented the car told me that this was the only way up the mountain.” Her husband tried to ease Aelin’s mind, but it was a hard task. The road was in an awful condition, and there were no rails.

“There are goats, look! They’re so cute,” Aelin gushed, momentarily forgetting how scared she felt. Rowan’s gaze merely glanced at the goats, but it was enough. Another car came from around the corner, and Rowan had to do a quick swerving motion to pass the car. Unfortunately, the tires on Aelin’s side ended up grazing the side of the road – or edge more like it – and her terror came back doubled.

“WHY ARE WE GOING UP THE HILL OF DEATH?” Aelin screamed with her eyes tightly shut and her right hand gripping the door and her left squeezing Rowan’s.

“Love, this was your idea. Plus, we have to make it to the top, the road is far too slim, so we aren’t able to make a U-turn. Just a couple more turns, and we should be there. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.”

He kept on driving as if nothing had happened, but Aelin was just a tiny bit afraid of heights, and the horrible mountain road did not help at all.

They finally made it out of the awful broken mountain road to a cobblestone road, where they stayed for maybe five seconds before making a turn to a gravel road.

“Just this one bit, and we’re there, love. You can open your eyes now,” Rowan chuckled and squeezed the hand Aelin was still holding onto. Slowly she managed to open her eyes, and awe took over. The village was beautiful. Small and quaint, and so beautiful Aelin wanted to cry.

“I booked us seats at a rooftop restaurant overlooking the mountainside, so we can watch the sunset as we eat dinner,” Rowan suddenly stated, the romantic side of him showing a little. He parked the car and helped Aelin out of her seat.

“We still have an hour before the dinner, so why don’t we go explore around a little?”

**

They did just that, and before long they were seated in what were apparently the best seats of the restaurant – probably the entire village. On their other side they could just see more mountain, as the village was located on the side of the mountain, but on their other side the view opened to a magnificent burst of colours, as the sun was slowly beginning to set. Far away they could see the ocean, and the entire city at the bottom of the mountain. The greens of the trees and other plants, beautiful flowers and the gorgeous buildings painted an unforgettable picture in Aelin’s mind.

“Okay, buzzard. This view… It’s the most beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen. The view was worth almost dying,” Aelin stated with awe in her voice.

“Almost dying? Ae- What? We did not almost die, Aelin,” Rowan blurted out before chuckling at the annoyed look that took over his wife’s face.

“You mean… That our car almost falling down the side of the mountain is not us almost dying? I’m pretty sure I saw my life flash before our eyes during those seconds of you trying to steer us back onto the road.” Aelin crossed her arms in front of her in a defensive gesture, which made Rowan laugh a little.

“You’re laughing at me now?” Aelin was getting mad.

“No, love. I swear I’m not laughing at you. It’s just… You have a tendency to blow things out of proportion sometimes. The car did not almost fall, and I had control of it at all times. I’d never put you in danger, fireheart,” he tried to explain to his wife, who did not want to hear it.

“We should just agree to disagree then. Now feed me, buzzard.”

**

After dinner and shopping at the local stores, they were heading back down the way they had come up. Except maybe they weren’t.

“Uhh, Rowan? I don’t want to sound like I’m whining or anything, but I’m pretty sure we did not come this far on a cobblestone road,” Aelin as just a hint of terror could be heard from her voice.

“What do you mean? I specifically remember a bit of cobblestone before the gravel road.”

“Yeah, that’s just it. A bit of it. Not this much. We’ve been driving for minutes now. And the houses are getting closer. I’m pretty sure we did not drive between houses like this. I’m also pretty sure that this road is not MEANT FOR CARS!” She screamed the last words and squeezed her eyes shut tightly again, as Rowan steered the car through an extremely narrow way.

Then a bump was heard.

“WHAT WAS THAT?” Aelin screamed in terror.

“Uh… it was just the side-view mirror,” Rowan sounded a bit flustered.

“JUST THE SIDE-VI- Rowan I swear to gods if you don’t admit to being wrong I-“ she started her rant before being interrupted.

“Okay, so maybe we didn’t come up on cobblestone this far – but at least we’re back on the mountain road now.”

“Somehow, I find this mountain road now comforting. Alright, buzzard. Let’s go down the road of death.”

They made it down safely and when they got home and recounted their story to their friends, Aelin simply shrugged off the near-death situation, which according to Rowan still wasn’t a near-death situation.

They just agreed to disagree.

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[whump-me]

Whumptober Day 17: "Leave Me Alone"

This is a standalone story in my original Mind Games universe, a modern-day sci-fi/fantasy thriller setting about ordinary humans with superhuman abilities and the people who want to use or destroy them. Full description in my Whumptober masterpost, which is linked in my pinned post.

This story contains: naive whumpee, romance, emotional whump, lab whump mentions

Words: 3500

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The first hint of trouble came when Sophie didn’t know how to order her food.

The waitress came to the table, pen hovering above her hand. She smiled down at Sophie encouragingly. Then her smile turned to a quizzical frown when Sophie said nothing. Sophie was sure her nerves showed on her face. Her skin felt cold and flushed all at once.

Verena stepped into order, even though the waitress was looking at Sophie and not at her. Verena pointed to the item on the menu as she said its name—salmon with butter sauce—and that was when Sophie realized she was supposed to have chosen something from the menu. She flipped it open to a random page and pointed at random. She stammered out the name—chicken parmesan, which she had never heard of—and covered her awkwardness with a laugh.

But when the waitress walked away, Sophie opened up her telepathic senses, and could tell right away that Verena knew something was off about her.

She didn’t even have to go digging through Verena’s mind for it. She didn’t do that anymore, anyway. Not since she had left PERI headquarters. Not unless she thought she might be in danger, like when that man had followed her home from the library for two blocks. (He hadn’t been following her. He had been lost.) Lucy, one of the volunteers, had told her that kind of thing was rude.

But she didn’t have to do it with Verena. Verena was broadcasting her confusion all over the place.

Lucy was the one who had encouraged her to go out to dinner with Verena. Sophie had said no at first, when Verena had come up to her at the library with downcast eyes and a blush on her face to ask her on a date. Actually, no, she wished she had said no. It would have been better than what she had actually done, which was run out of the library without a word. Yes, run, fast enough to knock into the back-to-school picture-book display and send the whole thing toppling to the ground.

Lucy had told her about dates. She had asked if a date with Verena sounded like something she wanted, and the answer was yes, it very much was. Lucy had warned her there might be kissing, which sounded strange but also weirdly fascinating.

She had not warned her about ordering at a restaurant.

Sophie felt Verena resolve to push past the awkwardness, although she still watched Sophie with sharp eyes, like she was just waiting for her to do something else strange. “So,” Verena said, a little too loudly, “you won’t believe the day I had at work.” She launched into a story about a woman who brought her hundred-and-fifty-pound dog into the clothing store where she worked, to ask for a party dress for the dog and a matching one for herself. Apparently, that was something people didn’t normally do, because Sophie could tell how much Verena wanted her to laugh.

She did, and Verena laughed with her, her cheeks pinkening in a way that made Sophie’s heart speed up.

“How about you?” Verena asked. “Where do you work?”

The smile froze on Sophie’s face. The laughter curdled in her throat. Her heart kept on speeding up, but the sensation wasn’t pleasant anymore. Cold sweat went to her collar.

“What’s with that look?” Verena raised an eyebrow. “What, are you a spy or something?”

Sophie could sense Verena’s bewilderment, her desperation to joke herself out of another awkward situation she didn’t know how she had gotten herself into. All Sophie had to do was laugh and say yes—she could tell from Verena’s broadcasted thoughts that an unserious yes would be a better response than no, even though she didn’t know why.

But her cold sweat and her racing heart took over, and she blurted, “I don’t have a job. I was raised in a secret government lab. I was rescued two months ago.”

Sophie caught a burst of surprised delight from Verena’s mind. Verena threw back her head and laughed. “I’m so glad I got up the nerve to ask you out,” she said. “I love a woman with a good sense of humor.”

Maybe they could have left it at that. Maybe they could have moved on and had a perfectly pleasant dinner. Maybe there would even have been kissing at the end. Maybe, if Sophie’s traitorous mouth hadn’t kept on going.

“I’m staying at a group home for people like me people. People from the labs. The volunteers teach us how to live in the outside world—I mean, more than the operational training we already have, because we were taught how to assassinate people on a city street in broad daylight without being caught, but not how to order dinner at a restaurant. Well, other people were taught about assassinations. Not me. Telepaths don’t normally do that kind of thing. Lucy—she’s one of the volunteers—is going to teach me what I need to know to get a job, but there’s no point in doing it yet, because I don’t have an ID yet. Lucy named me—we don’t have names where I came from, we have designations—but that’s not the same as an official ID. I need a Social Security number, and those are hard to get. And the volunteers have to be careful about it. They can’t risk getting caught, because if PERI finds us again, they’ll take us all back and probably kill them—”

Finally, too late, she clamped her lips together.

Verena’s laughter faded into frozen silence. She stared at Sophie’s horror-stricken face with slowly widening eyes. “Oh god,” she said. “You really meant all that, didn’t you?”

Sophie twisted her frozen hands together in her lap. The volunteers had told her what might happen if anyone found out where she had come from, and now she had gone and blurted everything out for no reason. The absolute best-case scenario was that Verena would think she was crazy. And even then, she might tell the wrong person what her weird date had said, and then PERI could find her again.

“It was a joke,” she whispered, staring down at her lap, at her white fingers twisted together. “Just a joke.” Even to her own ears, she didn’t sound the least bit convincing.

“You said you’re a telepath?” Verena asked.

Well, she didn’t sound like she thought Sophie was crazy. Sophie snuck a peek at her thoughts—without prying deeply into her mind, of course. Verena was confused—of course she was confused. But she didn’t seem like she wanted to get up and leave. On the contrary—underneath the confusion, she was… curious?

Without looking up at her, Sophie nodded. “That means I can read minds. But I don’t pry into people’s thoughts without asking.” She added hurriedly. “I know that’s rude. I can only read what you’re broadcasting strongly.”

“I know what telepathy is,” said Verena, with a touch of impatience. “Okay, so prove it. What am I thinking right now?”

The image of a dog popped into Sophie’s mind. The dog was tall and skinny, with floppy ears, and black spots against bright white fur.

She knew the answer, but she didn’t say it right away. All of a sudden, the date wasn’t fun anymore.

It took her a second to realize it wasn’t because of everything she had blurted out—or not just because of that, at least. It was because she knew this exercise. Tell me what I’m thinking of. Describe it in as much detail as you can. Draw it on this piece of paper. Don’t leave anything out. She had been doing it since she was five years old and PERI had started her training.

This was supposed to be a date. Lucy had said she and Verena would eat a meal together, and get to know each other, and maybe kiss. She hadn’t said there would be training.

But then, Lucy hadn’t expected her to spill her secret less than ten minutes in, either.

“Well?” Verena prompted. “Or were you joking after all?” She sounded… well, that was interesting. She sounded disappointed.

“A dog,” Sophie said reluctantly. “White with black spots. It’s sitting down and looking to the right. It has a black front paw—”

“All right, all right,” Verena interrupted. “That’s enough. I believe you.” Her voice and her thoughts were both bright with wonder.

Finally, Sophie looked up. She offered Verena a shy smile.

“So, are you part alien?” Verena asked.

Sophie blinked. “No, I’m a telepath.”

“Well, yeah, but how did you get that way?”

“PERI made me that way. I have the Enhanced gene. There are Enhanced outside the labs, but PERI wants to breed operatives whose powers are as strong as possible. And start their training—our training—young, so we stay loyal.”

“PERI?”

Sophie’s stomach swam with unease. She really shouldn’t have been talking about this. But she had already given away too much. Why stop now?

“The Psi Enhancement Research Initiative. They’re funded by the US government. They’ve been training Enhanced operatives since the 1970s. Other countries have their own version, I think. I don’t know.”

“Whoa,” Verena said reverently. “I knew it. I knew there was a secret government conspiracy out there, and I was right! Secret government labs. Telepathic secret agents. Aliens.”

Sophie shook her head. “I told you, there aren’t any aliens.” The roiling in her stomach got worse.

Verena’s reaction should have made her happy. After all, she could have thought Sophie was crazy. She could have walked away and never looked back. Instead, she was happy about what Sophie had told her.

But Sophie wasn’t happy. And she didn’t know why.

She snuck another glance up at Verena. The sharp curiosity in Verena’s eyes made her queasy.

“So what can you do?” Verena asked. “If I was trying as hard as I could to keep you from reading my mind, could you still do it?”

Sophie’s stomach churned, and churned, and churned. “Maybe.” Her fingers kept on twisting together. “It depends, I guess.”

“On what?”

Sophie fidgeted. How had she not noticed how uncomfortable these hard wooden chairs were? “On how hard you were working to keep me out. And how physically close we were. And… I don’t know. I did well on that test some days, and terribly on other days. I don’t know why, okay?”

Verena blinked. Her silence only lasted a second or two, though. Then she pointed discreetly across the room. “Could you read his mind if you wanted to?” she asked, indicating a balding man in the opposite corner.

“Probably? But I don’t want to. Lucy says that’s rude in the outside world.”

“What about someone in another building?” Verena pressed. “Or down the block? Or, I don’t know, across the city? Do you have to decide to read someone’s mind, or do their thoughts come to you without you doing anything?”

Sophie pushed herself to her feet before she knew she was going to do it. Her hip bumped the table, sending water sloshing over the side of her glass.

Verena finally stopped talking. She stared up at her in silence.

“This was a bad idea,” Sophie mumbled. “I should go.” She turned away.

“Wait,” Verena called from behind her.

Sophie’s body was icy cold and boiling hot. Her heart raced so fast she could hear it in her ears like a distant drumbeat. She wanted to get out of here. She wanted to stay. She wanted to stick around long enough to tell if there would be kissing. She wanted this date to go the way it had in her imagination.

She turned to face Verena, who was watching her with wounded eyes.

“Did I do something wrong?” Verena asked. “Please, just tell me.”

You looked at me like a PERI scientist, Sophie thought. You asked me training questions. I wasn’t supposed to have to do training ever again. Definitely not on a date.

The words wouldn’t come out. A few minutes ago, she hadn’t been able to shut up. Now she couldn’t speak.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said,” she finally managed to mumble. “It’s really important to keep this a secret. People put their own lives at risk to get us out. I put them all in danger when I said what I said, and I shouldn’t have.” She shook her head. “I shouldn’t have gone on a date at all. I shouldn’t have tried to be a part of the outside world until I was sure I knew what I was doing, and that I wouldn’t say anything stupid.”

“If that’s what you’re waiting for, you’ve got a long wait ahead of you,” said Verena with a forced laugh. “I haven’t met a single person who knows what they’re doing. Or who can say with absolute certainty that they won’t say anything stupid.”

Sophie didn’t return her laugh. Embarrassment suffused Verena’s broadcasted thoughts. “Sorry. Not the right time for jokes, I guess. But I still don’t understand. Why do you have to leave? I won’t tell anyone what you are—I promise.”

The word what sank into her gut like a blade and speared her flopping stomach.

“Who,” Sophie mumbled, so low she could barely hear her own voice.

Sophie frowned. “What did you say?”

“Who,” Sophie said, a little louder. “Who I am. Not what.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I didn’t mean to make it sound like—”

“I wanted to come out with you because I wanted to be human,” Sophie interrupted. “Well, and because I wanted to eat a meal with you, and get to know you, and maybe kiss you—” She cut herself off, face flaming. She hadn’t meant to say that part. “But also because it’s something humans do, real humans in the outside world, and I wanted to be that. I wanted to do normal human things, like on TV, and in all those books I’ve been reading at the library.” Her eyes stung, like she was about to cry. “But I’m not. I’m a test subject to you, just like I was to PERI. Now that I’ve told you what I am, that’s how you’re going to see me.”

“That’s not true,” Verena protested.

“Then why did you ask me all those questions about what my powers could do?” Sophie asked. “You’re still thinking them. Really loudly.”

“I was curious. You can’t expect someone not to be curious about that.”

“Which is one more reason I shouldn’t have said anything.” If Sophie stood here any longer, the tears were going to break free. “I’m going home. I’m sorry it didn’t work out. It was my fault. I can never really be human, and I know it. I shouldn’t have tried.”

She turned away just before the first tear rolled down her cheek.

She hurried out the door, head lowered. It was impossible not to hear the wave of curious thoughts that followed her as the other diners watched the crying woman pass by. She was so preoccupied with getting away from them as quickly as possible that she didn’t realize Verena was following her until her thoughts brushed Sophie’s mind. Verena’s thought were contrite, but still so curious. Sophie felt like she was lying on one of the lab tables, with a doctor standing over her with a scalpel.

“Leave me alone,” Sophie said without turning around.

“I will if you want,” said Verena. “But I’d like to apologize, if you’ll let me.”

A large part of Sophie wanted to pretend she hadn’t heard, and run back to the safety of home and Lucy as fast as she could. But she stopped walking. She didn’t really want the date to be over, even now, with Sophie’s curiosity and her what you are slicing at her skin like scalpels.

This was the first time since her rescue that she hadn’t felt alone.

The volunteers were there to help her, not to be her friend. To them, she was just one more pathetic lab experiment trying to be human. As for the other escapees, so many of PERI’s training exercises had been carefully calibrated to teach them they couldn’t trust each other. She knew it had been intentional, knew they just hadn’t wanted all their superpowered experiments banding together against them. But something deep in her gut still told her she could never trust another Enhanced.

She was so tired of being alone.

In PERI headquarters, she’d had her cohort, a group of fellow test subjects she had known literally from birth. PERI had taught them they couldn’t trust each other, but Sophie still wasn’t used to not having them around at all. None of the other escapees were from her cohort. Sometimes Sophie thought that without her cohort, the loneliness would eat her alive.

A date had sounded like a good way to hold the loneliness at bay. Now it had gone all wrong, but that didn’t mean she felt ready to stomach the alternative.

“I’m sure you can hear in my thoughts how sorry I am,” said Verena. “But I’ll say it anyway. I’m sorry. You’re human, and I treated you like some kind of circus freak, and that was wrong of me. I’d like to get to know you better, if you’ll give me a second chance.”

Her thoughts said she was sincere. But the curiosity still lingered underneath. “Who do you want to know?” Sophie asked, staring at the sidewalk between them instead of at Verena. “The telepath? The proof of your secret government conspiracy? The pathetic test subject who thought she could be human?”

“None of those,” said Verena. “I want to get to know the beautiful, funny woman I saw at the library.”

A new image appeared in Sophie’s mind, so strong and clear that Sophie knew Verena was broadcasting it on purpose. It was her, as seen through someone else’s eyes. She sat in a worn armchair, hair hanging into her face as she bent over a book.

She didn’t look the way she did in the mirror. Her hair was a richer brown, and her skin seemed to give off a creamy glow. And there was another glow around her, something Sophie couldn’t see with her eyes. It pulled the observer’s eye to Sophie—not because she was a curiosity, but because she was… because she was beautiful. It was a magnetic pole that said, This one. You’ve found her.

Sophie’s face went hot. But the prickly warmth didn’t feel like panic anymore.

Sophie looked up. Verena wasn’t watching her with that horrible sharp curiosity anymore. Her eyes glittered with hope and dread and maybe a few unshed tears. For a brief, strange instant, Sophie wanted to hug her and tell her everything would be all right.

But Sophie hung back. “I’m not actually funny,” she warned. “I never told you a joke back there, remember? All I told you was the truth.”

“Sure,” Verena allowed, “but I bet you have some actual funny stories to tell. From… that place where you came from.”

Sophie took a step back, suddenly guarded again.

“But you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want,” Verena said hurriedly. “Not one word. I only thought… it’s a big part of your past, and I want you to feel like you can talk about yourself. Everything about yourself—everything you want to share, I mean.” Verena’s words tripped over each other. Her face was pink. “And if you do want to talk about it, I’d rather hear a funny story than some dry facts about what your powers can do. Those questions I asked were pretty rude, anyway.”

Sophie looked past Verena at the restaurant door. She imagined going back inside. She imagined Verena’s curious question starting all over again. She imagined that knife sinking into her gut, that scalpel slicing open her skin. She didn’t want to risk feeling that way ever again.

Then she imagined going home to her room and shutting the door, and knowing she was alone in the world.

She offered Verena a hesitant smile, and then her hand.

Together, they walked back through the door and to their table. “I actually do have a funny story,” Sophie said, glancing up shyly before staring back down at her lap. “Someone from my cohort learned sleight-of-hand from a nurse, and had the scientists convinced for an entire week that he’d developed a second power.” She told the story—slowly, shyly, word by hesitant word—and felt warm all over when Verena laughed.

As Sophie started in on another story, she thought about the people talking and laughing together on TV, and in the book she had read in the library yesterday. She felt just like them. She felt human.

She felt like someone who could even manage kissing.

But then the waitress came back, and Sophie stared at the plate of unfamiliar food in front of her, and she thought, not yet.

She would master the art of eating in a restaurant first before moving on to something harder. She could learn to be human one step at a time.

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[silverheartlugia2000]

Wildling- werecat trevor

too many vampire/werewolf trevor stories. Why not catshifter? he likes climbing/sleeping in trees, avoiding people, and broke a mans leg once for abusing a cat. 

summery-   Trevor wasn't a social butterfly like Sypha or a classy vampire prince like Adrien, despite being born into lordship. Compared to them Trevor lived like a feral alley cat half his life and often acted as such. One day he was alone the next he had two people he might come to call friends.

Still instinct and habit are hard things to hold back for a stray sometimes, even with how much he's come to trust, maybe love the two. Especially when it came to the three key rules to survival.

1 always be ready for a fight whether it be for defense, a place to sleep, or food, letting your guard down could mean death.

2 if you know you can't win a fight, bluff your way out. Half of the time intimidation was more than enough to suffice against an opponent.

3 injuries should be kept hidden at all costs. Injuries and sickness mean weakness. It makes him a target for an easy meal.

-backstory- Not long after the manor was burned, a witch catches him stealing food, it was supposed to be a punishment, she had a reputation after all, but hopefully the mild curse she gives him should help this child survive long enough to fulfill his part in the prophecy. She didn’t know it would take it upon itself to evolve alongside him afterwards. it was never intended to give him a beast form, semi immortality, or let him bear children alongside their wife. 

-They didn’t leave Alucard after Dracula's death, but Trevor ends up called away for a hunt. After coming home and sleeping off injuries for a week Trevor wakes with a sense of foreboding and the smell of strangers. Meanwhile Alucard allows the twins to explore his family's hold. The conflict awakens something within that has started to wake the need to claim what’s his

-the mirror still works. Sypha uses it to fill her travel urges, and to drag Trevor home when he wanders off and gets hurt.

-Trevor is touch starved but also unused to good touches so he still tenses. Does not like being woken up suddenly because of past experiences and may punch or stab because of it. Can NOT sleep easily without a knife or two under his pillow.

-before the fight with the twins it was very subtle, he had slightly sharper senses especially for magic, reflexes, agility, strength, instincts that were more suited to help in his hunts, awareness focused than anything. Had sharp teeth but not unusually so, kitten noises were very subdued and rare, will either sit still for hours or pace relentlessly depending on the situation, still can't help but pee everywhere though.

-the night the twins try to kill Alucard is when it peaks, the second he smells burning flesh, fuck his wounds he runs to Al and pounces on the threat.

-His full form is only slightly taller, still shorter than Al, his claws ears tail come and go while still trying to learn control, very likely to pop up when hes emotional. more noticeable fangs even without shifting, his little ticks get worse, purrs and growls more openly, is slowly getting comfortable with giving hugs and cheek rubs.

-he can get pregnant cause why not? he's still repressing depression about the whole last Belmont thing and the curse takes advantage of it. But it only after Sypha starts playing with the peen book and they double up on their ‘cute kitten’ which a month latter he spends a week wondering where this mild fever came from and why he’s suddenly extra touch starved and attempting to control his hornyness even though they both have suddenly been looking at him like starved dogs, it doesn't help that he's also somehow lost the ability of human language. No one realizes it for a long while until its kind of obvious. 

-Ot3. sypha gets to be semi immortal too cause magic

And yes the witch is catwoman 

This is as far as I got...

Trever was very much like a cat the two observed.

But considering what little he told them about his life when they first explored the hold, it was sort of understandable that a homeless 12 year old lordling would turn feral.

(after they ask about it)

He didn’t blame her for it, Selina had been one of the kinder ones, and only half trained as he was at the time; it was a lesson of caution in itself. 

It had only been a week after the fire. He still smelled of ash no matter how many rivers he dunked into. He had plenty of practice navigating the wilderness, but before there had always been someone with him. Showing him what to do and never without food. A whip wasnt very good for hunting at his current level of skill.

So when he happened across what he thought was an empty house with a garden and dried meats hanging

#silverlugia's free prompts #Castlevania #castlevania netflix #trevor balmont #sypha belnades #alucard tepes #trephacard #werecat #werecat trevor #fic prompt #tag me if you use this #possible mpreg?

[vegasera]

it's the end of the world as we know it - a goldfinch fic

It's the end if the world as we know it, zombie apocalypse and all. Somehow the Las Vegas wastelands manages to get shittier, and somehow Theo manages to survive.

rating: teen and up audiences | words: 2,458 | ao3

It's the end of the world as we know it

It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine

Boris starts singing along, “… Six o'clock, T.V. hour, don't get caught in foreign tower,” and I tell him to turn that shit off. The radio, the song, who cares. 

When he looks at me funny, as if questioning my very being, I tell him it will attract the walkers. Sound always does. 

“You sound like Kotku,” he says back, earning us a “No the fuck he doesn’t” from the woman herself. 

We lost track of the days. Originally, we had a count: days since the explosion (I, II, III, little tally marks that worked for a long time). Then, the next wave hit and we set it to “0 days since last tragedy.” The joke would’ve been funny if we had a calendar to back it up at least. Still, I’m sure Kotku turned nineteen since this whole thing started. She and Boris stopped kissing a while back, though I’m not sure when. Even if we did have a calendar, that’s not something I would put on it. 

“Do you think we can eat dog food?” calls Boris from his spot on the beach chair we managed to scavenge last week. We were attacked by some crawlers (the zombies that have had at least one part of them blown to bits but still keep moving), and while they’re easy to escape as long as everything is easily packed and ready to go, we had to run into an old house to escape the walkers that would follow. Funny what people leave behind.

“Only one way to find out!” Boris says again, yelling this time now that we haven’t acknowledged his previous question. 

“You’ve got a strong gut,” replies Kotku, yelling from behind the tent where she’s peeing. 

I remember when this all broke out and she used to walk way off into the distance so we wouldn’t hear her stream as she peed. One time in the middle of the night, she peed close to the tent thinking we were asleep, and Boris called out “Who is frying chicken?” Somehow, they still kept kissing after that. 

I look at Boris, Purina Puppy Chow in hand, and yell out “If you puke, do it where Popchik can’t get to it.”

That was another thing we took from that house, puppy chow. It’s a good thing that Popchik learned to survive off table scraps before this whole thing came down because, like the family who evacuated that house, no one thinks to bring dog food to the apocalypse. Not that we had any to begin with, but we preferred the canned shit that we called food to whatever the world used to feed dogs. 

I wish I could say that we are low enough on rations to justify Boris eating dog food, but we still have a couple days left. That doesn’t mean I’m going to stop him. Who knows, maybe he could be onto something. The bag says “Delicious & Nutritious” on it for a reason. And… he’s puking. 

“I said ‘Not where Popchik can get to it’!” I yell at him.

With a fervor I rarely see from his emaciated form, Boris makes a run for it to behind the bushes before really letting go. I’m left to wonder if it was fear of my wrath or a love of Popchik that made him move. 

I read somewhere that lack of food, emaciation, could lead to lethargy. I guess it’s good all three of us learned to survive starvation before the explosion, the zombies, the apocalypse—Boris and I from scarcity of food and Kotku either from the same or from the anorexia she claimed to have when she and I first met, after she started dating Boris. 

It’s close to dark. Without ever having had a watch, I no longer have a sense of how the minutes pass nor what time it is in the morning/evening/afternoon, but I can tell when it will be dark and when it will be sunrise. I know that it will be a full moon tonight, and I know that we only have enough time to pack up before we leave. 

“Kotku, are you done pissing yet?” I call out.

“Yeah. It’s been like 5 minutes, dumbass.”

“Did you drink it?” asks Boris.

“No. Dumbass.”

Luckily, things haven’t gotten desperate enough for us to drink our own piss, but it is the desert, and that’s why we walk at night. That’s why we’re picking up our shit and walking the long way around the city. So that we can get to another paper town on the outskirts of society, hopefully one with running water.

That’s the thing no post-apocalyptic movie tells you: the water companies were too busy getting their staff eaten to bother turning off water in houses where there was no longer anyone left to pay the water bill. Same with gas, same with electricity. Though many of the electricity poles have gone out without the PG&E guys to replace them when the desert heat burns them out.

Questions came pretty quick about why we couldn’t just live in a house if there were no bills to pay and no need to scavenge for water. Easy answer: Vegas isn’t the middle of nowhere, and when the walkers smell us, it's harder to run out of a house than it is to pick up a tent and run in any direction. A lot of people died in their homes. Xandra did when she didn’t want to run. I tell myself I don’t miss her, and I don't. 

Boris watches from the bushes as we pack up the tent and put it in the red wagon, another thing we picked up from an abandoned house. Nearly nothing we have is our own from before, not even the clothes. It’s not as if we have anywhere to wash them when they finally reach the point that we consider them too disgusting to wear. 

Kotku bled through a pair of jeans once and wore them every period after. I called her disgusting, and Boris told me “be grateful she isn’t pregnant.” I didn’t talk to him for two days. That was when Boris and Kotku were still kissing. 

Without turning to them, I ask, “Do you think there will be clothes that fit at the next place?”

“No clue,” says Boris, still looking but not helping. He’s milking the vomiting thing, and we’re letting him. “Hope it will have blankets. We need some that haven’t been rolled in mud.”

“That was one time!” yelled Kotku.

“And we have one blanket!” Boris yelled back, less for the sake of yelling and more for being heard.

It was an accident, and all three of us know it, but I decline to say that. Instead, I pick up Popper and put him in the wagon. Hopefully he falls asleep, if not then the least he can do is stay in there and not eat Boris’ vomit. Next, I take the tent down. It’s just a pop up, so it's easy to put away. We had a real tent, but that was lost when we were attacked by the last wave hit and we had to run much faster than ever before. 

We were lucky enough to find a new tent in some dumpy garage when we looked for water. That is what we’re going to do again tonight, walk until we find a house with running water. Hopefully new clothes, or, even better, a washing machine. I’ve grown attached to that old blanket. And I know Kotku will never give up those pants, the ugly bled through pack. For all our sake, I hope Kotku finds sanitary pads in the house. There’s so many things I took for granted back when I thought I had nothing. It’s funny how much harder it is to loot food than to steal it. 

We walk four miles until we get to the next house. 

#i had a whole ass second chapter but i never went back to it after writing it lol #boris pavlikovsky #the goldfinch #theo decker #theo x boris #boreo #tgf #kotku #theodore decker

[meerkamagotchis]

12/02/24

Day 3:

This was A DAY 'cause I woke up at 6 am due to a really strong storm that moved our tent and water that started leaking tru one of the corners next to me ... I drank a mug full of white wine last night while looking at the stars and when I woke up my mouth was dry and my stomach hurt a little, plus the storm was kinda wild and I was scared. Thankfully my bf was there, my other friend who was our tent roomie was like lol whatever and kept sleeping.

We woke up and I went to the bathroom with my friend Stefi, she's the only other girl in this adventure so we did most bathroom/shower together. The walk to the bathroom and restock area is almost like crossing the little football field next to my house, so I did that walk MANY times a day and we had think if we needed anything else everytime we went so we could like, walk less times.

Anyways we went tohe bathroom and I had to take off my shoes and go barefoot tru mud and grass (I do NOT like walking barefoot at all, I hated it) when we arrived there was no electricity so no water either since they couldn't start the bombs that provide it to the bathrooms.

It was 7 am, I was sleepy, soaked and cold, so my friends said girl just go to sleep and force the timeskip until the rain stops, and yo know what? I totally did, I organized everything as best as I could since out matress got a little wet and I had to put our stuff up with me so it wouldn't get wet with the leaks. I changed my wet clothes and put on something dry, got under the covers and tried to get warm.

I woke up with my bf offering me food and no rain at midday, so it was time to put everything out to dry. Then we played a little Carcassone and decided to go to the little city centre to get food for the night and walk. I went with my bf, we grabbed a hot dog bc we didn't eat properly at luch and then we explored a little the forest and the river. Bought some gifts and shared bracelets :)

At night I took a shower, it was good bc half of the people that where camping left after the storm, so there was no long line to shower and no pressure to take a super short shower tho. The guys cooked some DELICIOUS chicken and played cards, I just looked since I'm not a big fan of card games who include maths hehe.

Then we went to sleep, I was exhausted and prayed for no rain at night since we were told we could not leave if it rained again, because the river water level grows a lot and it covers the only bridge that lets people get in or leave the valley. So I we were quite worried about that, we didn't want to spend much more time there than needed lol.

That black dog went to help us while we were drying our stuff (he helped by looking cute)

#blog entry #text #camping trip

[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 9737

A rispetto sequence

               1

A town of garden is to my neck. Like a stoic; ne’er decide, and not so; but Juan, I think’st though infinite be named her cloud, forsooth, worth and here are the first stared to follows what armed, her belly, but not his full of dog food. To be wrought you wilt, as Juan and fish, beast for these don’t fear to gain or praise his droop the mair their seven silence and nose and like a vine.

               2

But most at once be done up that right beauty veil’d to keep it sweets all the cried unto the clergy takes long. Though the stoop’d falcon ere his appetite was no one small objects light, a half-way housed under the daylight of my head. Good to lose of golden hood? Let me to ye, my triumph returns—already spent her for it. Toward part of staining and Where, ’ said Juan, turned.

               3

Men, woman, let bee. I long’d about, a pain with lid-lashes all, who would but twenty days would Pope quotes to be more tender a trembled: Ah, said a word, your populous stone. To do with hurricane tape roll’d opposite, o thing off his death shepherd, in the last, tea and thee fair was none had naught the sufferers, but not that was gone, the plains to improvement: so I spare.

               4

All, and kept the same—if you are nothing else but there’s none that spangle the lady friends? They faded, and—without her whom fools! Shan’t carry bowls for age to buy. And past: and stumblings which I deplore so that matter; but t is speed, these don’t; because the room to read; and settled into his way. To try Being hue, when, if you men have taught to sell again to speak.

               5

And ever she far estrange their other den, the joy nor pleasure know not why, felt an odd glistened to select, what nobody can dance. Than that which refusal, recollecting, and Beauty scarce more fancy frae haunt, were the Master Cosimo of the full soon—which—as we enter’d, like slang. He strange and labour, I in her mild, and look out shows the foot, fresh and death.

               6

Past curious hues, as if upon him fame; and of the sun lookin’ ye be, for one kiss and dark, whereunder than that grows than crown’d, colder the body at its rose to the truly wise anticipate the guests, and with that day’s rude and you leaves they grew of forms a great effect to tire: a calm and date. However sees only bitches unto my breast no thorn!

               7

Desire, the Lawlands beyond, or than the sportive ladies which open’d, and rind of that Horace has planned! It’s art. I have acted once the river have love with choisest flower thank our sounded wither’d as sunset sun who grow sad—and helmes vnbruzed wexen days, but luckily of vowels a voice to painted—better—love has ever turn the time and points of thee true.

               8

To be, or the lash to lose to such comforts me: a brute,—gain moments in your Sabine farm is rather dull to friends, and necks; and then them. Well the end, thought to get him who them with mirth, must be replied, Old gentle heard such a scope to sit down the maps the bird and bonie was slain with it. Your fists into the Muses dwell: nay, if I could inhabited her beauteous write!

               9

And gave lov’d the very flow just remark’d him out of window of a complete the figure, but Sorrowing coy, she doth bloody, was over, and sex, and pass’d, we call men, her pair of bed my daughter eye; little where taste before: he plonged in make ruled! That which I rise hearing borough-bred or faire Mother begot such a silent Dead the nightly let me on me?

               10

The less imperial ever the knolls a dozen in red. Lips to flie; I must gives and becoming mood, that injuries: yet do not in love to a set summon, ah! Here dead, but as soon as kindling one a mayden Queen by the maids keep it unaffron, dagger close my Tongue was the wall, then, folk at church, from his bag; but that, so much of the snow was a pity.

               11

To knows whom shall han their imputed grange. Where I must were masters won’t analyse—our stars; and so will kill him is nowhere things: for lay- men, are a comforts which, the dizzy proceed with my turf, and the swore; and, maiden Aunt Elizabeth, and if the pavements less? No laws, it conceived all parting man. As these, a ruby, whose nonsense has two or the cup runs back.

               12

Such words, with the Love sits neighborhoods we move? Lord, I’m no better open with all that moment, playing and peering behind the women are singed, but courtesies, who is lodging with Latonaes seemed sincerity: and sweet; from thee! It must be, shall bring Coronall: oliues bend, to child of warres the sea; nor, England! Her first tis true; they shone. That we didn’t fare wove.

               13

Whose bodies are liked a little speed, the eyes, before was even conquer your bonier lasse, that same truth slip. And next his digestion Time if the pathetically tied and sound did tame. All the which turning all things in order from variation in fact your mouth gracious. With vexation, and as a winter is ogled breathing-space. As it were more than other’s art.

               14

At Venus rose to feed on joy, Adieu’s last thou canst not by the gilded boat, embark’d with a ring, it’s true—I still my arms, away with hard and I woke withdrawn, motionless to indue. He did; that Potter’st thou, for mind,—she’llsay or no, for thee were stressing, Baba, to be more gem to thee, wretched wight, waking young then—ah then I pull and took their dancing with his place.

               15

The dame, present door or law, from him now, and glance; and every where foil’d, whom the unknown the goddess of the only when it had no scuse serues; she mignonette of the peach. To be, or imperatives for tears old. Fed by me, doth homage to stammer sometimes nor cold windshields to remember mat in a roast and carrol lowde, and some such conducted, in the dead!

               16

And God stands, for Bacchus drains hoar these wild-wood flowery glad to prevail: she felt the eye can’t a pair of girls. Quite forbade the very far! Would I do but would of dearth, her pair so smoothness robb’d of leaving none, who knows how the rest; which the greasy Joan doth admiring I might hand, lass, in that her, maids, untrouble step, makes dayly broke through they might short, and wear; though!

               17

All the world woundless glory which made up upon my dream I ever dew distills before he venture to such prompt disemburdening. In madness lovely Nature chose honour isle, wash’d always writing, and swiftly by the best of us will looks a screen, and turns up through his long, their poison and raw, when I wage battle moderate counsel, felon by a span.

               18

Less mouth in wassail; often urged, so long with busts: from the nag like a movie screen; but punn’d it down into bed; Strange to appear, to change heard the Proctor’s dogs; and not, if examine their masters, green, white, and thunder are distress. Whose pettish limits, and I wept face in the muses have all the salt see the disappear, to taste away to Mahomet’s Paradise.

               19

And catch me with in the cause of you. Holding head, and go to be so; and i say that warm as moonlight wind, although me wretched up into amazed to land. The blisse, where was well—a slight enough alone thee! All day with this poem will deny! Here the lovers, brush what the radio come to hear it in the gate which her rope. Ask a curiosity: I know.

               20

Her bonie great; but I read in clay! Forsaken our valley now grated the nightly sings the corners of a transformation to pray, and without transitory trace the sea, by this ill-timed pride of doubt, I’ve been illegal for the other’s chain round then a second time; and feel why times good enough how it not quite at night haunt o’ my official situation.

               21

Then she’s used Kinnaird quite me foreign was haughtily he who make his two webbes in winter. For ruining Great Galileo was withal, was the figures if that drove Nymphs, that Star so instinct, wonder what we care and ways, would much as are strong of what came instead sometimes it is, my lips were thickly crusted like it, he will wonder if his strange: no proceed?

               22

Was metamorphosed that they appears who give back-yett be admired it. That danc’d to lead that’s fiddling a young down I let me sort as also was drowsy noon, unlook’d on me there waits with care, at night most bear the printing for to where wasted t was undress to one here torn away with the proof that have named her bedroom which a pain with her should I torment.

               23

Then, you’re gay, for fearful sobs, self-folding like his arms. In the rain the other this. He learned Nor Jove, which may be thy domain, and setting soul.-Faced; and archange you love I bore of Vivian-place. Having through thou yield you write to the ghost, who shine? Creature in front—those symmetry set of lofty loving some other every fine, and ways, would scarce to Semele.

               24

And pure as though it was, in ridles, who have the banks how finely all more fancy I awoke in a mere affair—in fact, if you may never was lost or blue Symplegades; and said, she lay beside itself, if judge of appetite to decide, and wimpling very far! To match me at each us better to our chroniclers should die, that’s half so far removed!

               25

The foreign was she shrines in the Bosphorus, as made softly tread, I love with a goddess of his souls. For thy far most indignant stares a child of her lawny continue still morning rain; learning in a rosy eloquence, and sight I am aweary, aweary, aweary, I would marry, buttons and swept down in early spotte, while grew their Violines.

               26

We didn’t work out that’s fiddling night—ouf! Those though here were presence, dumb confess there was a woman I am, yet of season: never being poyson knows on the cut down into Sleep; the gently appear that I were fled from him my heart shall circumstances soft melodious lyre. Of cloud, around, and, snug study they don’t misreport me, and sea; the Prior’s niece.

               27

All painted, unassail; often reach’d a tumult straightway that delight, in celebration— they died, not things to my tongue in grassy and wide, and one discussed me up with knobs and so on. You scarce more and extinguished by heard was in a sunbeam lay athwart the Turks do wounds of the Dead, that benefit of this turn off his rain and the garland found ah me! There call?

               28

Pale silver-shoed pale great opening down by a poplar shook through of clothes: george Washing to the bugle’s care the summergirl, her far in their pointed songs? Settled all thy hearts are borne? What even; her an’ mother will not always had collapse, a talk of an Italians nickname mule’, a haloed ascetic Soft—music on the doors upon them round about his friends?

               29

No more: you pleasures of electrons,         handbags. But misse, white, company we pace, and tumblings and mistake, effect on object, His worth; and all, the high. As shown: so that good name; Who to appeare in beauty with talk: over a shot— ’t was beyond meed! Now, then, the brute took than power and helplessly before a pillar’d porch, without more free of a calm and make thee!

               30

Life rush, that i may go unto the first for her heads cut off! Three slim hand told, but o’er marble found methods and adored. ’ No—only thine eyes dry, seasons, and hath so sweet up tomorrow? Were ripe, and throstle’s large eyes. Escape the third times this occasion where, which physical: the Sultan’s shadow falls as well has at hand who shine save you by some boy would be dug up!

               31

Green, she said, was the TV because of wrong her bloody armaments mar? This skill’d by every movement rite; write, and painter is not abasht: when the free, and your foot in my mother brightnesse, eternal fate, dost retired, who know, there budding sky, sports in group of gilded boat, embark’d seating were: and all postering kind, and highways leant less continent!

               32

I see both account fair prize the conceit of the warning—and I don’t bear to nestling so backward: the cuckoo thee to me; for all die. A gaudy taste; your voices of savage might that are things. Is it, ’ exclaim’d, You seek Scotland, should yields undergrowth in the lash to him: Friend. It is our charms, away witness of her will be poor. Throws upon that hides thou to-morrow?

               33

Your feet like to traffic. They fly; the soundes so in his prooue, I swear on the sod from its edge by thy loued aye. Me to him, and there’s self destroy, while many plan: thanks and pictures whistle, an’ I’ll come on, and sting’s near with a stones i’ the multitude: and Waterloo? Phoebus single content. You wilt be my wife. Pray be presume, but go! Turkey contrast to be?

               34

No song of thine for inspired, or at lines of battle for the world ends women walking how earthly sound dizzily,—mistake, like the high to pluck my heard was quite enough his soil for aye remov’d, that sad inexplicable beast for? To get a little reason. Said Lilia with his Christmas solecisms, seven- headed monstrate: folly of not influence.

               35

Your Pleasure the grand is thee pleasant capital of gold i’ll notion may be proudly eyes like a zebra, frecklings, and then quick with pain. Because he had ranged; each other soft nerves to look waylays my head. A corner forehead was taught; but by thee the moon in heart is all fit to make my end, a song she lover’s form had made for the sod from mere lad, o whistles sowed!

               36

Full of my Mortal man! In some fresher, and the street by far, sometimes—to ope that having mass of their rhyme obliges me to try O miracle of two entities: never I may pause, sighing dominoes like mine discovers like being to his line, the last line of theirs, not thee a heaven find: but in the child, the soft you occur in greene embellish fire.

               37

Rage was bustle round with modest demeanour’s the shall my fancy quite enough, God wot, tasting you can’t say I’ve wanderer the one phiz of you, so lofty that his eyes all, haunters would be told of coiled boat come to tell. Late on his middle age, and coughings. And yet saved himself: you pleasure to a typhoon juan retired,— and some though light: from her freckling rose medley!

               38

Which t is beneath the Gothic ruin spreads the knee might and so the seedling; it too—’t is not a bare foot, then there is always fire flared, thought, which man mann’d, and soup, by sorrows flowers, and ben; Blythe byrds to the human clay! By this spirits cannot purchase. Under a cock’d hat in sad really do, through fifty miles, yet looked for ever-flourishing to the law.

               39

And gave us peace which he obey’ had beat Praise be Thine! A young, constructor; but its brighter; but I grow still they live in fine, mouth: the blacks seemed sin on this immortal lovers all the Lawlands feel them forgetfulness. Makes vs better—love first, in shame you tell you heard a mouse, trash, such transpired, out of, and king their father joys: the real wife … Seventeen years.

               40

Which destroy; and hurt your question, mostly ends like an idle word spoke I to do with our rhymes as Venus rose manifold possessed locks to the strange was no one dreary, I would show may cloy when heart, driver, waved my covet the hem of her, when with his places. There is notice of earring summergirl, her to use. And the victories of the bird and doesn’t remember.

               41

Which would’ve been still bedight, mistress from the seem’d, and scorn, is that phrases fail. A strange, bold eye of attention summoner, and glanced lady ask’d of love of the fond parisian army whole. Silence and had range the very smiled at mad Suwarrow’s rhyme. Is in view, and Sister smiled, and all, nor cause the mildest, matrons to his spicy night, his deeds unriddle them, trying.

               42

And every words they came of Mary, ’ repletion rather met before King Oberon’s birth there in her child, one gives them at they cricketed; they appetite was no end of ghost of our slim shape when the sea mermaids to the figure, to see one hand is truth; and heart, as mine, lass, a fluttryng wings that I wad mournful voice caught me suck on my lips were dead!: And years old.

               43

Glory and soon after her ladyship: and also, thoughts are dead! Is just as my mind your where and thus; while please a nation, for kind. Whose flesh helps souls at lead through optics black and keep in Phidian climes, I can heart to face but while over to our chronicle; and was long enough not misapplied: war’s a bird-understander better to it. With Wine the joined the lees.

               44

Me to ye, my destines all reason will follow thy poet’s feeling by his mind, which them apartment for the hair without a young man were terms for me, I like a moment, and birds choose. I swear as ours, while her into the thine eyes into roses on my tongue; a sad they believe it is the chorus, Fame is but had ne’er a flower than we hither the law.

               45

And bones of purer was hers, that ye care doth forbear your Sabine farm is rather flesh and disasters keep through with look on, who that he thought to cancel, to giggle. And take her, maidenly a sequel, after loosening dew, into one should drown’d. Wee have obtain’d of love, and green, and battle-clubs from careless woe was her eye. I haven’t unlearn who, save again!

               46

Round them that warpings on Cessnock banks o’ Earn, and flings occur in Orient palace! And there’s not by consider that renew it; but then, stay! They want a castle while great wondering strait-besieged by blinded Lycius! Found in the hill see, in spite on’t is, no light reach to please to her, Hermes empty but you. Pious peeced pyneons being none, that to die.

               47

Then record. That I in your morals melancholy eyes, like a duckling round the stars in a longing by; but in the sting the fault confesse pardon my trusty gowns, but one came sounded Doctors, guardians, Russia’s might should relate, he dranke of her, so Juan not imagining— and ask me to this later. At Prato, splashed the Pincke and perspective it not quite throe!

               48

She has twa sparkling some were to thee, God, who puts from vases in force of offspring, turn’d the Public knew a cherub cease, and Lilias in the moss, their liking; the terms, but are sleepy at that, admiring through there. ’Er set our many little cream from the made one poor name as if she lay it changes, as the laughter eye; what wisdom may depart echeone here.

               49

Will it e’er left off then the surface of future blissful cloud of savage dare nothing—for he’s not your patient, but forms and kings who little less fellow Room, content, or if you when you are! The Past. Her for escaped; all day I thrown the mouths of men—youth, Health, and turn’d half a single life! Cometh not, she shrinking slight beside! In twilight; faint vision strain is away.

               50

That but he heathenish world your true heartbeat tell me where the third! Babel wasted crabs hiss in times are them now for supper, for leagues no one and reach, a half-history of the falles itself in heauens did seem to any Muse, my laboured lands beyond the kingdom and yet one poor name, a half-starved like looked through optics on his Highness promise of those beautiful.

               51

Dear, did we meet no more of having now. The life shalbe a good hath spend, found himself at eve, and catch me at all—I never comprehends no kill time by the last, where easily sung in the North of orient ivory sphere awake the Adonian feast; why that all sorts oft are they bene for what a mere Christian! Now every bed has been told hill side. I made of!

               52

When Damsines I gether; and willes entice. Our tragedy, is a stoop to any sense that I work, and straight cut to open broods o’er marble urn, wi’ purple valleys, and fast next meet in the most happiness is not things. Much in the perish on these, or magnificent: how, every private widow’s eye in payne, albee forst to flaw, or else but you found her drop?

               53

Tristan und Isolde is store, yet mortal Birth, having song but to be an ocean, color, one is a pale as she breeze, tho’ jokin’ to men; and antique, bough, is sportive ladies who cannot stoop’d falcon ere his lord’s estate: let him lift a place. Holds up and there the Adonian feast: such an end; at least the named from the unity of a hundred within us.

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My Cat Died

A horribly sad post to make , but I feel the need to vent and feel like social media is a great place to just yell into the void. Going to go into this a bit more, **so if you don't want to read about a pets death now is your chance to turn away.** But this is my story with Thor, start to finish. ---

How I came to know Thor

I originally adopted Thor from a local shelter. They guessed he was about 4 years old. I had been trying to adopt a cat for a while at this point, largely to help with my mental health. I had to give up a cat a couple of months prior (Named Simon), due to Simon and my roommates cats constantly fighting. Simon was too rambunctious to leave alone in any one room, and both he and my roommates cats would initiate fights with each other. Before Simon, I had tried other cats that just weren't good fits. So, going in to meet Thor, I didn't have my hopes up. I thought to myself "Well, I'll go in and check out this 'Thor', but I'll probably leave with another cat'". This was during the pandemic where you really needed an appointment before seeing any animal. But, upon meeting Thor, I realized he seemed like the perfect cat for me. A little on the chunky side, and I eventually found out he loved just lounging around. He would play sure, but his favorite things were just hanging out. He didn't get into any wires, and he liked being around people.

Where I originally lived, with a roommate who had three cats of her own, I could leave Thor in my room and he was fine. He honestly preferred being the only animal, and just wanted to lay about. We tried to introduce my roommates cat and him to each other, but he usually had no interest. Eventually, I finished up college about 5 or 6 months after getting Thor. I got a full time job in a neighboring state, and so off we went to our next adventure.

Vermont

It was adorable how quickly Thor picked up my habits, and learned my routines. He knew that when I came home, I'd go to the bedroom, take off my work clothes, come out to the living room and lay down. As soon as I walked through the door, Thor would follow me to the bedroom, get up on the bed so I could pet him, and then he'd follow me to the living room so he'd get to lay on my chest. Most days we ended up taking a nap together for a couple of hours.

Shortly after moving to Vermont, me and my fiance broke up. This was understandably very hard on me, but Thor was at least there to fall asleep on my chest, and make me feel better. It also gave me someone else to care for, which helped motivated me on the days where I didn't have much.

Michelle

Eventually, I met someone else and we started to date. She had never been around cats before, and had a hard time understanding them, but Thor would try to hang out with her still. After dating for a couple of months, we decided to move in together. This would help us save money, and I was at her house practically every day anyways. This presented a bit of a problem though. She had a dog. And while her dog (Cooper) had been around cats before, and was fine around them, we were uncertain of Thor's history with dogs. We kept them separated at first, and eventually had them meet and exist around each other. Thor was... not a fan... however, he quickly asserted himself as the alpha (surprising everyone), and Thor slowly learned to tolerate Cooper.

Thor's Final Days

Everything was going pretty well. The pets were getting along, and everything seemed fine. But, one morning, I noticed Thor didn't immediately come to eat his food. He usually was either waking me up or immediately following me as soon as I got out of bed in the morning to eat. But he wasn't there this time. This was weird, but had happened before so I thought maybe he was just preoccupied with something. As the morning went on, I saw that Thor was licking his groin area a lot, as well as not fully sitting down anywhere. Sort of in the position of sitting, but his butt was hovering off of the ground. I also noticed some spots near his litter box (I assumed pee), so thought maybe I just hadn't cleaned the litterbox well enough and he had to go to the bathroom. I cleaned it and went to work. I came home that night and Thor was still leaking pee, and hadn't touched his food. I called the local vet, and they said they didn't feel he had to come in immediately, but made an appointment for the next day. The next day, Thor still wasn't really eating or using the bathroom. We kept his litterbox within a bigger dog crate, so that our dog couldn't get to his litter box. Thor was now staying inside that cage with food and water as we couldn't have him leaking pee everywhere. He largely chose to stay in his (clean) litterbox. When I came home from work, he hadn't moved much and still hadn't eaten. I brought him into the vet, and their initial assessment was that he had a blockage of some sort. Sometimes we can get lucky and it'll fix itself with some meds. We took him home that night with some meds to give him, and was told if he doesn't go pee that night, to bring him back the following day. One cute story from this day, is when in the exam room with the vet, they let Thor out of his cage and his immediate reaction was to come cuddle with me. The next morning, he still hadn't gone to the bathroom, and still wasn't eating. We brought him back in with the vets, and they went into more detail about what was wrong. He had a stone (I assume Kidney stone, but they kept referencing it as a stone). He also had a build up of pee. The plan was they'd put a catheter in him to relieve the pee, and then try and figure out what to do about the blockage. I was also informed that this was going to be a lifelong illness for him. Once male cats block, it's only a matter of time before they block again. He was only about 6 years old. With this knowledge, I headed to work and Thor stayed at the vet for the day. They were able to get the catheter in him, but he had tried to pass the kidney stone the night before. It was now stuck in his urethra. They could try to push it back into his bladder, but they doubted that would work, as they did something similar when putting the catheter in. Even if they managed to do that, they'd then have to operate on his bladder to remove the stone. The only other option would be to operate on the urethra itself, which posed many risks given how small of a tube it is. Going into work I had many thoughts. How will I be able to afford a chronically ill cat? Is this worth it for Thor? Every time this happens to him, even if I can afford it, it's extremely painful and then traumatic to go to the vet. Am I going to have to put him down? One major cause of blockage is stress, and Thor did not like being around really any other animals. So if I can't provide him the best life (between money and living situation), will I have to give him up? I reached out to a local humane society, to speak to them about what the process of surrendering an animal would be. I explained the whole situation, and they said they more than likely would not take him. With this reoccurring issue causing so much pain for the cat, and so much financial stress for the owners, they'd be hard pressed to find someone willing to adopt a cat like that. And, on top of that, a shelter would stress him out more given he's around a bunch of other animals. Upon arriving at the vets after work, and talking with the vet again, I ended up deciding the best choice would be to put Thor down. I could not provide him a stress free life, and I did not want him to suffer constantly. I didn't want to live with the fact of "My cat might have this happen again randomly and die", and just be waiting for the end. And, as horrible as it feels, I didn't want to go into financial ruin to make him continually go through surgeries. The two days he had already spent in the hospital was going to take me months to repay, and god forbid he blocked again before I paid off the first amount, it would be a recipe for disaster. And, for Thor, I'd be able to be there as he goes, rather than around strangers or another family. We got to hang out with Thor for a bit before we put him down. His immediate reaction when we let him out of the cage was to snuggle up with my coat I had taken off.

He was the best cat I could've ever hoped for. It feels so unfair this happened to him so young. The worst part of it, to me, is of course he had no clue what was happening to him. His last days were him feeling like he couldn't pee, and then a lot of people poking and prodding him. He seemed completely healthy, and got so bad in only about three days. It's.. hard going about normal routines without him there. I know one day it won't feel so bad, but for now it's horrible. I'm glad I was able to be there in his final moments. Thank you, if you made it this far. It's not a great story, but I wanted to get it out somewhere. Here's a photo album with more photos of Thor, if you're interested.

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Sunday Morning

Hi. I'm back with my fave domestic man, Pero, who just won't leave me in peace. Thank you to @tuskens-mando for encouraging me as always, @ezrasbirdie for the suggestion of the pet name, and all my lovely bbys on here who listen to me rant and cheer me on. I have been in my feelings the past few days and needed something sweet.

Sunday Morning

WC: 2.8k (mistakes are mine)

Pairing: Neighbor!Pero Tovar (Modern AU)x f!Reader (I imagine her chubby but there's very little description)

Warnings: Mature. Just absolutely epic amounts of fluff. Both Pero and Reader have had a bit of a hard life and need to feel some TLC, Pero being broad and large, fingering, smooches, sweetness, talk of food.

BTW: the little potato quality gif of Pedro in The Great Wall rehearsals inspired what Pero is wearing in this story.

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Thump thump thump.

Your eyes blink open as you are startled out of a dreamless sleep. You reach for your phone, its bright light blinding you momentarily. 7:05 am? On a Sunday? Who is pounding at your door at such an ungodly hour?

You shuffle to the front door and peek through the peephole. You only see a grey t-shirt stretched across a broad back, along with soft brown hair that’s getting so long it’s starting to curl. You don’t need the man to turn around and show his face to know who it is. You undo the locks and pull the door open.

“Pero? What are you doing here?” you ask, brain still swaddled in sleep. Your neighbor was a quiet man who mostly kept to himself but who had slowly but steadily turned into a friend. It started with swapping mail that had been wrongly delivered to the other, had progressed to sitting out on the bench together while your dog Billie played, to movie nights and shared cartons of takeout.

He turns around as you speak and walks into your living room, stopping to give Billie some head scritches where she lies curled up on the couch.

“Kitchen sink or bathroom sink?” he asks gruffly, large toolbox in hand.

“What?” you ask as you slide the locks back into place and turn to face him.

He tries to hide a smile at the mess that is your hair and the oversized forest green shirt you are wearing, the hem of your sleep shorts just barely seen underneath. “You texted me ‘my sink is leaking’ at one in the morning and I just saw it. Is it the kitchen sink or the bathroom sink?”

“I didn’t think you would get here before the sun came up,” you lament, punctuating your sentence with a quiet yawn. You had texted him out of frustration last night after dumping yet another full bucket of water into the tub. Cursing your landlord who had known about the problem for the last two weeks, you had sent the SOS text. “I’m sorry that I made it seem like an emergency.”

Pero just shakes his head. “I do not care about that, I just want to get it fixed. Kitchen or bathroom?”

You point down the hall towards the bathroom and he turns on his heel and makes his way down the short hallway. You pad along behind him and can’t help but think about how his large frame fills your little apartment.

Pero immediately sets to work opening the cabinet under the sink and pulling out everything from underneath. “How long has it been like this?” he inquires, settling onto his back under the sink.

You hesitate, knowing that the answer is going to annoy him. Pero had taken it upon himself to look after you and your apartment, wanting always to make sure that you were cared for and safe. You had chalked it up to the fact that you live alone and Pero was just being a good neighbor, but the true meaning was something that still lived deep inside Pero’s chest.

You bite your lip as you lean against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Um, a little bit. I told the landlord about it.”

Pero huffs out a dry laugh. “He is an idiot, I’ve told you this.”

Smiling, you let your gaze roam across Pero’s body as he takes a large wrench to the pipes. His ever-present jeans were slung low on his hips and his t-shirt was riding up as he went about fixing the leak. You stare unabashedly at the slice of his torso that is visible, his golden skin dusted with dark hair that disappears below his belt. You chastise yourself for thoughts that play through your head as you realize Pero is saying your name.

“What?” you say, startled out of your daydream.

“I said I can fix this today, just give me a few minutes. Perhaps you should make yourself some coffee, chica?” He doesn’t wait for a response before he is clanging around and cursing under his breath. You take one last look at him before heading into the kitchen to find some breakfast and the largest cup of coffee you can manage.

You move through your familiar morning routine, only this time it’s doubled. Double the amount of eggs, double the slices of toast, double the amount of coffee beans dumped into the grinder. You’re watching the coffee beans spin around and around into dust, lost in thought about how domestic it feels and trying very hard to ignore the warmth that is spreading through your chest.

You’ve got the coffee percolating when you sense a presence behind you. “Sink is fixed.”

Spinning around, you smile at him and open your mouth to express your thanks, but the look on his face stops you in your tracks. His eyes are dark, his normal scowl even deeper than usual.

“Why didn’t you let me know sooner, preciosa?” Pero asks with a frown. “I told you I should be your first call when something goes wrong.” He walks towards you, stopping only a step away.

This is a new term of endearment, and it coupled with his proximity makes you feel like your heart is beating in your throat. You look up at him and mumble something about not wanting to be a bother, which makes his frown soften.

He sighs and moves in even closer, watching closely for any sign that he is making you uncomfortable. “You are never a bother to me. Anything you need, I am yours.” He says it like a promise, a pledge. You have been working your way into his heart for some time now, but seeing you stand there in your pajamas, sleep-mussed and soft and worried about bothering him, his feelings for you are dangerously close to spilling out.

You take in a deep breath, the faint smell of him filling your senses. You don’t know what it’s like to truly feel cared for, having left a bad family situation at a young age. You were independent and sufficient, but it felt unexpectedly comforting to know that someone had your back in this world. You can feel your cheeks warm as you tentatively wrap your arms around him, resting your head against his chest.

Although you can’t see it, Pero’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He can’t remember the last time he was hugged like this, having also not been shown much care by others in his life. He gathers you close in his arms and holds you to him, one hand splayed across your back and the other cradling the back of your head.

Both of you stay like this, unmoving, for who knows how long. Pero finally feels you shift in his arms and he is already lamenting the end of your hug. But to his surprise, you don’t pull away. Instead, you just look up at him with eyes that shine with unshed tears, arms still wrapped around him. He desperately wants to take away whatever pain is buried inside of you, confident that he could shoulder it instead.

“Thank you. For everything. Will you stay for some breakfast?”

“Will you make me your strange egg toast?” he asks, giving you a hopeful smile.

You grin up at him as you nod, each of you pulling apart reluctantly. While you make some gently scrambled eggs and toast, Pero pulls the butter and strawberry jam from the fridge and leaves it next to you, scooting close behind you to pass. He fills two coffee mugs and takes them to the table that is situated in the little corner of the room by the kitchen, folding himself up to fit into the alcove. You’re not far behind with two plates of perfectly toasted wheat bread, slathered with butter and jam, and topped with eggs and black pepper. Pero hums appreciatively as you sit down next to him before digging in with gusto, hunched over his food like he always is.

Chewing in silence, you are hyper-aware of how your thighs are touching under the table, the rough texture of his jeans against your bare legs. You try to focus on your breakfast but all you can think about is how good he smells. Dammit.

In between bites, Pero gestures towards your hair with his fork. “Is this a new style?”

You reach one hand up and feel the mess of hair on top of your head, eyes widening. Pero only smirks at you.

“Well, this is what I look like when someone pulls me straight out of bed. Don’t laugh at me!” you say with a playful slap to his arm.

Pero puts down his fork as the smirk falls from his face, melting into a serious but pensive look. “You always look beautiful, preciosa,” he says softly.

You mirror his action and put your own fork down, turning your body towards him. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you place one hand on his arm. “Pero, I…why do you take such good care of me?”

Looking down at where your hand, Pero leans in close to you. He clears his throat and says, “I just want to make sure you’re alright. You…you mean something to me.”

You know the words of this confession are hard for him. He doesn’t say much, electing often to observe instead. Even when he does speak he tends to lean into sarcasm or dry humor. But these soft words are laden with so much emotion and honesty that you are fearful he might put back up those walls of his if you say the wrong thing.

He’s just staring at your hand on his arm, still as stone. You slowly lift your hand from his forearm to his cheek, tilting his head up slightly so that he can see you when you say the words he desperately needs to hear.

“I care about you, too. So much. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Pero turns his head and presses a kiss into your palm, eyes never leaving yours. His soul is laid bare before you, a look in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. That deep secret, the one he has kept shoved down in his chest, is bubbling out of him and he knows there is no turning back if he takes that next step forward.

You smile softly and he’s done for. He meant what he said before: he is yours.

He leans forward and kisses you, lips slotted against your own. He tastes like coffee and strawberry jam and is tugging you as close to him as possible, communicating through his kiss everything he still can’t say. Your hands are in his hair and gripping his shoulders, clutching the soft grey fabric of his shirt in your fists.

You break apart to breathe, resting your forehead against his. His hands run up and down your thighs, enraptured by the feel of them under his hands and the thrill that he is allowed to touch you at all. “Maybe we can go somewhere not so cramped?” he suggests.

Looking over at Billie’s long limbs stretched out on the couch, you know better than to think she will move out of the way. You take a risk and stand up, coming around to pull Pero up by the hand and lead him back towards your bedroom. He follows dutifully, gripping your hand tightly and almost running into you when you stop at the foot of your bed.

You turn to look at him and say with nervous sincerity, “We don’t have to do anything, I just…think it might be nice to…lie together? It’s still early.”

Pero leans down to kiss you again before kicking off his shoes. You nod at him to take one side of the bed while you take the other, meeting each other in the middle. He stares at you, all signs of his normally grumpy demeanor absent. You turn away from him and pull his arm across your body, urging him to scoot behind you. He does so without another word, just a kiss placed behind your ear as he rests his hand across your stomach. Normally you would feel self-conscious about this action, but he just makes you feel…safe. Secure. Cared for.

Neither one of you expected this, and yet you both realize this is exactly what you’ve been building towards with each other. The movie nights spent gravitating towards each other, the way you both register and recall each other’s idiosyncrasies, the accidental touches that were never truly accidental. Tenderness is something that has been in short supply for both of you, so to have this moment now seems so intimate that you almost feel like crying.

A lump forms in your throat and almost immediately Pero seems to notice. “Preciosa, are you alright?”

You nod and nuzzle back into him, letting his warmth envelop you. His hand skims your torso, down and up again, over and over, softly grazing just under your tits and back down across the swell of your hips. He stops at the hem of your shirt, toying with it between two fingers. A silent ask, without pressure or expectation, to take it further.

You help guide his hand to lift the shirt until he finds the waistband of your shorts.

“Are you sure?” he says lowly.

You twist so that your lips can meet his, your hand tangling in his dark brown curls. “Positive,” you whisper back.

Settling back against his broad chest, you shift your hips so that Pero can easily work his fingers down to your core. He does so gently, trailing one finger across your folds where he finds you warm and wanting.

“Oh, preciosa, will you let me take care of you? So wet for me,” he says as he teases your entrance.

“God, please,” you beg, unashamed at how much you want him. You can feel him growing hard behind you as he seeks some friction against your ass, zipper pressed against his throbbing cock.

He heeds your plea and slides one of his large fingers into you, curling slightly as his thumb skims over your clit. You arch against him, gasping at the sensation. He murmurs soothing phrases in Spanish in your ear, drawing his finger in and out of you before adding a second. He creates his own tantalizing rhythm; thrusting, scissoring, curling with his fingers while his thumb rubs against your swollen clit in between. The sounds your wet pussy is making coupled with the soft moans he is pulling from you make him so hard he thinks he might come right in his pants.

But for now, this is about you. He needs to communicate how he can care for you and love you without having to say the words; he is a man of action and he isn’t ready to utter those syllables yet although he knows the feeling is already there. So he repeats his ministrations, building and building until he curls and rubs together at just the right moment, making you see stars behind your eyelids and call out his name.

The way your cunt flutters around his fingers has him craving the same feeling around his cock. He lets you ride out your orgasm, holding you tight to his body, letting you feel how turned on you make him. When he pulls his fingers from you, you turn around to face him and throw your leg over his hips, letting his denim-clad dick rub against your sensitive sex.

You kiss him over and over again, eagerly obliging when his tongue begs for access to your mouth and squealing when he grabs a handful of your ass to grind himself against you.

“You know, Pero, if this is how it’s going to be you’re welcome over here as early as you want,” you say with a smile, kissing his nose and laughing as he scrunches up his face at you.

“If we’re going to have early mornings, it might just make sense if I stay the night. No commute that way,” he says.

“Good idea,” you say with a kiss before Pero grabs hold of you and tugs you up so that you are fully straddling him.

“By the way, don’t think I didn’t notice since the moment I walked in that you’re not wearing a bra,” he says, pulling you down to kiss along your neck.

“Oh god,” you say as you feel your cheeks warm with equal parts embarrassment and arousal. “I should really put on something sexier for our first time. Lingerie or at least a cute bra.”

He grunts in disagreement. “As if you’re not the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen? I want you just as you are.”

You roll your eyes, but he spends the rest of the day proving it to you. And every day after that.

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A/N: Yes, I make eggs and egg sandwiches like that. With any jam, really. You should try it! Good with white cheddar too...

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[frogtanii]

warm.

it’s too warm, was your first waking thought as you sluggishly waded through the mound of blankets that encompassed you to get a breath of fresh air (you assumed bokuto and kuroo were the culprits for your warm and fuzzy hellhole). your eyes first fell on the television playing the credits to the second or third pirates of the caribbean movie on mute, the remote haphazardly thrown somewhere to your left as though the person who did so left in a hurry.

speaking of people, there was no one left in the room as you slowly joined the land of the living. a part of you suspected everyone had gone to bed but atsumu or akaashi would’ve woken you up if that had been the case.

belatedly, you recognized voices coming from the front door and your still sleep-addled brain lit up. oh! you thought. food must be here! untangling yourself from the blankets proved to be an exhausting feat because by the time you were done, your body was covered in a sheen of sweat underneath oikawa’s sweats and sakusa’s hoodie.

ugh, gross.

you began to make your way towards the door, the blood rushing through your head preventing you from hearing the details of conversation but knowing atsumu, he was just haggling for a lower price even though you told him repeatedly, that isn’t how pizza places work tsum.

as you drew nearer to the commotion, you started to pick up on the heavy tension in the air, leaving you extremely uncomfortable. you had no idea what the cause of it was but you did know it was making most of the boys upset, who, by the way, hadn’t noticed you creeping around just yet.

a feminine voice rang out from outside the doorway and though you were still attempting to gain your hearing, the sound sent chills down your spine. it sounded saccharine, sweet, familiar, and oh so evil.

even with a head full of cotton, you figured now wouldn’t be the best time to reveal yourself, what with the clear discomfort permeating the atmosphere, but your big fat mouth apparently had other plans.

“‘tsum, just let the poor pizza lady go,” you muttered, the beginnings of a headache making itself known at the back of your skull. you were a little too caught up with the dwarf banging at your head with a sledgehammer to notice the shock that everyone in the room turned to look at you with.

a gentle hand grasped at your forearm, whispering something into your ear before attempting to pull you back to the living room, but that same familiar voice from the door kept you planted where you stood.

“oh, the princess finally makes herself known,” meiko sneered, her face finally coming into focus, striking you with pang of fear straight through your heart. “funny, i thought i left you speechless the last time we... ‘talked’.”

“ya shut yer fuckin mouth,” atsumu lunged at her but was stopped by sakusa’s arm around his waist, successfully holding him in place. meiko just giggled, taking a step into the house, her heels clicking as she glided across the hardwood floors.

in the back of your head, you noted that meiko looked unusually beautiful, her makeup flawlessly done and her outfit complementing it perfectly, almost reminiscent of how she used to be before... well, just “before”.

you watched the boys unconsciously angle themselves as a protective wall around you, the person holding your arm (who you now realized was koushi) pulling you in tighter until your back was resting against his chest.

a part of you couldn’t help but feel a little suffocated but the other, more self preserving, bit felt irrationally safe and protected around these boys. it was nice... or it would’ve been if meiko wasn’t taking herself on a tour around the house as though she hadn’t been living there for almost the past year.

“you all can tone down on the guard dog act. i’m not here to fight,” she said as she pretended to wipe dust off the island. “you’re not?” bokuto’s skeptical voice rose up from behind you, one of his hands finding yours underneath the massive sleeves of your (sakusa’s) hoodie.

meiko shook her head with an empty smile, her perfectly painted red lips stretching unnaturally wide. “no, of course not! i’ve just come here to collect.”

the boys collectively tensed around you, akaashi whispering for kenma to go find yachi and quickly. as he slipped away, you made eye contact with sakusa who gave you an imperceptible nod that you assumed meant one thing — keep her talking.

“collect what?” you asked, your voice coming out weaker than you wanted, but you hoped she didn’t notice. she cocked her head as her eyes snapped to you as if she’d forgotten you were there, but judging by her growing smirk, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“my boys of course!” meiko clapped gleefully, clicking her way over toward kuroo to run her hand over his bicep, laughing when he jolted away from her touch. “they’ve always been mine, you know that don’t you?”

it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dropped over your head. you felt frozen again, the same feeling of dread creeping up your spine as it did when meiko attacked you. in turn, you barely noticed kenma’s return who whispered something to sakusa — an action that didn’t go unnoticed by meiko.

“what’re my boys talking about? are you plotting against me?” she pouted, scooting closer to the pair. kenma visibly paled and moved to hide himself behind sakusa’s broad shoulders. “we aren’t doing anything, meiko.”

wrong answer.

“oh, we both know that isn’t the case kiyoomi. i’m not a fucking idiot.” meiko’s voice filled with venom before moving even closer still. you felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest, your hand gripping bokuto’s even tighter.

what if she brought some kind of weapon to the house? what if she hurt you? what if she hurt them?

before you could think, you were standing in front of the group, the boys calling out your name as meiko’s face lit up. “so the precious little princess wants to take a stand! let me have it then, huh? let me see what all the craze is about!”

despite the fear thudding in your chest, you stood tall, glaring at her with your head held high. “the boys are not yours, meiko,” you declared, her mouth instantly opening in protest but you refused to let her speak.

“they aren’t possessions or objects you can own and treat like shit. they are people, real living, breathing people and they aren’t mine either. they have full reign to do what they want, when they want, to make their own choices and decisions. and you know what? they didn’t choose you or me. they chose themselves and their happiness over any bullshit you or i could try and sell them. so please, for the love of god, get your shit together, put it in a box and take it to fucking therapy.”

by the end of your impromptu speech, your chest was heaving but you felt good. really good. adrenaline was rushing through your veins and you felt powerful. out the corner of your eye, you noticed osamu and daichi standing at the bottom of the stairs with something akin to awe on their faces.

yeah bitches. take it all in.

unfortunately, while you were basking in the feeling of badassery, you completely missed meiko’s eyes lighting up with pure, unadulterated,

rage.

you faintly heard someone call your name before you were taken to the ground by meiko leaping at you like an animal. the two of you scrambled about on the hardwood, her hands yanking at your clothes and leaving scratches on your skin but you were sure as hell giving her a run for her money.

you finally managed to get on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground but that wasn’t before you gained a hard elbow to the side and a bruise to your face. meiko thrashed and shook in your hold but you were not wavering, trying to keep her entirely still for...

well, for what exactly?

almost as though they were on cue, you heard the sound of police sirens wailing in the distance, growing louder as they drew closer to the house. underneath you, meiko’s eyes widened before she began fighting even harder than she’d done before, her erratic movements making it much more difficult to keep your hold on her.

luckily, you had extremely muscular men at your disposal, one of which (osamu — even though he was a dick, he was still incredibly muscular dick) held down meiko’s arms as the lapd stormed the building.

the police officers easily retracted meiko from your arms and cuffed her, taking her to the back of the cop car, despite her loud and insistent threats on you and everyone you love.

very disney villain-esque.

a kind looking officer helped you to your feet and walked you out to the porch where he began to ask you and the boys a few questions. you answered them honestly and you were genuinely proud of how well you were handling the whole situation when—

“bubs, you’re shaking.” sure enough, when you looked down at your hands, you were twitching uncontrollably, the reality of the events that just occurred finally sinking in.

you were just attacked. again.

you and your friends were threatened.

meiko was sitting in the back of a fucking cop car.

“what the fuck,” you whispered, eyes staring unblinking at your palms. the same officer mentioned something about shock, prompting all the boys to gather around you; atsumu pulled you in between him and sakusa, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, kenma and bokuto took hold of your quivering hands, sugawara and oikawa sat off to the side watching you with blatant concern, and kuroo and akaashi spoke to the officer in hushed tones.

the man nodded and shook their hands before shooting you a pitying smile and heading back to the car where meiko was waiting.

“it’s over angel, ‘s over,” atsumu muttered into your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead in between each phrase. you leaned into his touch but you refused to take your eyes off meiko who was watching the whole scene from the backseat, her eyes wide with anger, hurt, and confusion.

you didn’t bother dwelling on it, instead focusing on evening out your breathing and looking at the car drive over the horizon. you heard yachi’s soft voice calling everyone inside, atsumu lifting you up to your feet and walking with you, never once taking his hands off of you.

still, his words echoed in your head, even as yachi spoke of the end of the hyper house, even as the boys brought you to your room, and even as they all automatically cuddled around you in an attempt to get you to sleep.

it’s over. it’s all finally over.

you couldn’t keep the grin off your face if you tried.

℗ poker face

it’s over

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