#she’s got a lot of spunk but also a lot of worry and anxiety over her loved ones

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Aragon is just.... aggressively passionate when it comes to her Scottish child

She already lost so many children...she’s determined to not lose this one

#ask #tour aragon is probably the only queen I could write about #like in a fic just about her #because she’s so interesting #she’s a lot more emotional than we!aragon #at least to me #she’s got a lot of spunk but also a lot of worry and anxiety over her loved ones #six the musical #uk tour six #tour joan on the keys #tour catherine of aragon

[quirklessidiot]

Title: blood son [oneshot; filthy rich sequel]  Pairing: millionare!sakusa kiyoomi x y/n [filthy capitalist au ft. kageyama tobio as your son] Genre: major angst ahead, thriller, yandere!au-ish

Synopsis: A full circle of madness finally comes to an end.

Warnings: sexual themes, rape, yandere behaviorisms (just some obsessive and disturbing stuff), very dark themes, anxiety, trauma, depression, eating disorder, unwanted pregnancy/children (y/n hates her kid here), suicide,  gaslighting, and Y/N’s decent to madness

Notes: happy 800 due to a lot of uh people asking for a short sequel, here it is...for better understanding, please read filthy rich skskksks anyways onto the story…i cant write smut for shit sIKE also fuck men and women like this, if you see them chok’em and chunk’em in the basin.  yes tobio is ur bby boy here idk kageyama and sakusa have the same energy i just couldnt resist i swear sksks

Filthy rich // series masterlist

A moan escapes your lips when you feel the hot liquid fill your hole, your expression is tantalizing and completely erotic. Something that he can’t seem to stop looking at, your body that was now a canvas of his marks, was a reminder that no one could have you. 

You're oblivious to it all, the things he did. The things he wanted to do to you, the dark thoughts, you were like a small rabbit in the den of a large wolf. Completely trusting, completely dumb and he’s taking advantage of it.

He stuffs and fills you up with his seed so that you’ll never leave him. 

He wants to breed you.

Your belly swelling with his children.

It was definitely a dream come true.

Your eyes snap back to reality as the bus stops in front of the new town, you had moved towns earlier since the town started to become a tourist destination. The idea of staying there would be too risky despite having the alias of Kageyama Miwa. You were still in hiding and you feared to even open the news despite it being eight years since you ran away.

“Okaasan, are we going to go down now?” a small voice asks.

You turn to find his son staring right at you, it had been a cruel reminder for him to look a lot like his father. You knew that he didn’t have any part in this, he was a victim just like you but you couldn’t help but be distant and not-so affectionate.

This was his kid.

His blood.

You couldn’t help but shrivel away.

“...Okaasan will just take her duffel bag on the overhead, just wait right behind me.” You say quietly. Tobio was a good boy, he was quiet and obedient. If the circumstances had been different, you’d adore him but every time you looked at him, all you saw was his wretched father and the unnamed things he did in the name of ‘love’.

To be honest, you didn’t know what else Sakusa did aside from trying to get you pregnant and holding you back from leaving. 

You didn’t even want to try to find out. If he was willing to go through such lengths to have you stay, it was more than enough reason to run away. You held onto your child’s hands as you made your way to your new home, it was smaller than the last one but this was alright.

It was clean and livable.

Tobio stays at the side, out of your way as you begin to fix up the house. The young boy isn’t social for his age towards his peers and you should be worried yet you can’t bring yourself to be, “Okaasan’s going to go to the grocery store, would you like anything?” you ask.

“Milk.”

“Alright, just stay here okay?”

He meekly nods as you awkwardly pat his head and  tie your roughly chopped hair in a tight ponytail, over the course of eight years, time has not been kind to you. You had grown unhealthily thin, probably lost some hair due to stress, and the bags underneath your eyes due to the lack of good sleep was evident.

You tell yourself that he isn’t looking for you now.

That he probably found a new plaything but you couldn’t help but look behind your shoulder every time. You didn’t even expect to get this far away, last you heard whilst you were at the station towards the last town eight years ago, you were being searched up and down by the police all over Tokyo.

You really thought you’d be found out and you feared for the worse but the farther you went, the less news reports you saw.

They probably thought you had died.

Which was good on your part that time because you’d rather be dead in a ditch than be caught up with a man like him again.

“...-Kusa Kiyoomi is expected to marry the daughter of Akiko Corp soon…”

You tense up at the mention of the very familiar name as you pass by the appliance store, shakily you turn to the tv screen to find a video of Sakusa Kiyoomi with a woman who had the same hair color as yours. Everything around you is muted now as his cold gaze fills the tv screen, your heart is thumping quick. 

He isn’t here.

He isn’t here.

“...It’s quite the love story of the century, don’t you think? After the disappearance of Kiyoomi’s beloved eight years ago, he met her a few years back and he seems to be doing well.” The tv anchor smiles on the screen as she talks to her co-host but inside you were shaking, what did happen to your missing person report? Curiosity starts to gnaw your insides as you head to the internet café before going to the grocery store.

You didn’t have the guts to look then but after seeing that report, you pull up on the secluded part of the internet café and search up your case. Your mouth dries up, the search was still on-going much to your surprise. There was even a website dedicated to it, “...Y/N L/N might be suffering from hysteria and psychological problems, please contact us immediately when you see her.”

Your eyes narrowed at the report as you shakily cup your mouth and choke back a laugh, that bastard really had the audacity to diagnose you with that when he was the one sick to the head.

Once again, the bile on your throat starts to pile up.

It still wasn’t safe.

You’d probably live your whole life on the run.

On the run with his son that scarily resembled him, how fucking cruel.

Sakusa Kiyoomi’s eyes glaze over the small town in discontent, apparently his bride-to-be wanted to get married here and who was he to refuse? All he wanted to do was get this over with so her father can shut up.

“Kiyoomi-san.” a small dainty voice calls out, he turns to his side to find (h/c) staring right at him. Akiko Hideyo is the daughter of one of the most powerful businessmen in Tokyo, he met her at a function a few years ago.

The very first time he saw her was from behind, it was a rather scary resemblance that he had to stop himself from approaching her by calling your name yet when he started to talk to her and hear her dainty voice, he realizes that she’s not even like you at all.

She was gentle and dainty like a deer.

Albeit his little bunny was gentle when they got together sometimes, he always recalled how you were filled with spunk. How you weren’t even afraid to put him in his place and how you were all over the place but seem to look beautiful whilst doing so.

He always recalled wanting to control you yet you never seem to succumb to it.

It had been eleven years since you first met, eight years since you had disappeared without a single trace and Sakusa is stuck with some third-rate look alike for relief. Every time they fucked, it was always from behind. Hideyo thinks it’s just his preference but in reality, it was because her back had such strong resemblance to you and he’d imagine every time that it was you.

He misses the roughness, the high, the erotica. 

The only things you could provide.

It was never enough, it was only you, you, and you.

“...Have you decided what flavor you wanted? Komori-san mentioned that you liked vanilla.” his fiancé meekly says.

Hideyo was boring.

Sometimes he wonders if he’s just doing this because he has never seen someone closely resembling you, “Anything would be fine.” He replied in a clipped tone. As the car comes to a halt for a moment because of a large truck backing from a driveway, his attention shifted towards a young boy bouncing a volleyball against the pavement outside his window. There are scratches on his knee cap yet the boy had a blank look on his face, he was sort of reminded of himself when he was younger.

As he was about to look away, he sees a woman approach the young boy and bends down to his level to check the scratches.

The woman’s small figure isn’t even the least bit familiar yet his attention can’t seem to go away. He watches her tuck the strand of stray hair and he finally gets a good look and it feels like the world stops turning at how the woman scarily resembles you. Albeit the figure was smaller and the hair was another color and unevenly chopped short.

It was no mistake.

“Y/N.” He mumbles yet as he’s about to open the door, the car starts to move. Kiyoomi’s fist tightens as he uncharacteristically yells at the driver to stop the car, Hideyo jumps on the seat and before she could say anything else, the business mongrel is out of the car, running to where you stood.

Yet just like a ghost, you were gone and so was the little boy who had oddly resembled him.

These days you had even a harder time sleeping. Maybe it was because there was a little leak on the ceiling, or better yet, maybe it was because the heater wasn’t working, or maybe it was because you were at a new place which made it harder to adjust.

You sat at the side with your expense book on hand, your gaze on his son who was peacefully asleep. Tobio was growing older soon and he needed to settle down at one place for high school and college. A part of yourself ventured deep and dark in your mind, the thought of leaving him at an orphanage seemed better now.

He had a fake last name anyways, the bastard wouldn’t be able to find him. 

You’d be doing this boy a favor since you never saw him as your kid and he’d be away from his very messy world.

Your thoughts are immediately disrupted when you hear a brief knock on the door. This made you tense up, it was late, Why would there be a need for visitors? Your son is quick to be awoken by the second knock and you immediately press your hand on his mouth and while your other finger is on your lips to signal him to keep quiet.

Another knock.

Tobio looks worried, it wasn’t his first time to see an episode from you but this time, something feels different. You're shaking more and you look like you’re about to pass out any moment. “Stay quiet.” you mouth as you crawl towards the door and press your ear on it to confirm who was on the other side, too afraid to even take a peak on the window.

Silence.

The only sound that could be heard was your thumping heart, Tobio had voluntarily placed a hand on his mouth to keep himself quiet.

Another knock.

You shut your eyes tight, praying to whatever god out there for this person to leave.

“...I don’t think anyone lives here.” You hear someone say on the other side, the voice sounded so familiar but you just couldn’t pinpoint who it was, this wasn’t Sakusa for sure,  “Are you sure that the information was right?”

Silence again.

“Hm.” The person hummed, knocking again, “Well, this place seems like a dead end. The landlady said that she’s not familiar with the tenants here so we could be wrong…”

The voice started to decrease and you feel yourself slowly starting to breathe easier. Tobio slowly put down his hand and there you saw it, the fear on his eyes. You breathe in and out, calming yourself, this place isn't safe anymore, “Tobio, take your bags. We’re leaving.” you only say.

You don’t even hesitate to leave despite it being the middle of the night.

Tobio is right in front of you as you go down your small apartment and you think everything is well, you really do yet luck didn’t seem to be on your side that night.

“...Y/N?”

A dreadfully familiar voice calls out, didn’t they leave? Why? why was he here?

“O-Okaasan.” Tobio mumbles, grabbing your hand and hiding behind you.

Your head hurts, you wanted to just be selfish and leave Tobio here with this man, his father, the wretched, vile creature who had betrayed you. You wanted to run.

You didn’t feel safe.

Sakusa Kiyoomi didn’t make you feel safe.

“Y/N…” He repeats, slowly approaching you, “It’s me, bunny.”

Oh, how you hated that pet name. It sounded like you were his plaything, like you could never escape from his set-up. Before you could say anything else, he invades your personal space once again and envelopes you in a very,very tight hug.

“I’ve missed you so, so much.” He whispers on your ear and your shivering, not from pleasure but from fear, “Shh, it’s alright. I found you. It must’ve been hard to be alone out here.”

Get away.

Get away.

“Get the fuck away from me.” You yell, pushing him off of you as you stagger away from him. Tobio remains behind you, completely shaking.

“Now, Y/N-” he tries to shush you, “We should go home now, you’ve spent so much time away from me but I understand, you were probably just scared to tell me you were pregnant, right?” 

He cups the right side of your face and places a chaste kiss on your temple, tears are threatening to spill as you realize that this was all over. You couldn’t escape now, this lunatic wouldn’t let you have at it.

The soft and plush bed is completely foreign to your back, Kiyoomi had you separated from Tobio because apparently you were still too ‘unstable’. It made you mentally scoff, between the both of you, he was the unstable one.

You wondered if they started to feed the small boy lies about you, Kiyoomi definitely milked it out to the press for sure. When he had found you, not only were your friends and family in a frenzy, the media was having a field day too. He had broken off the engagement and he used your ‘mental illness’ card on them and it worked.

Another story was weaved on papers, a love that transcended through time.

You let out a low sardonic laugh.

Mental Illness, you wondered if this could be a ploy for a suicide. After all, you’d rather be face first on the pavement than stay here with a son about to be fed on lies and a crazy bastard who sleeps next to you at night.

You stare out your window, the curtains were drawn as you looked at the free birds.

How envious.

“Y/N?” Kiyoomi comes in, a food tray in hand, “It’s time for dinner.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Y/N it’s been two days, all you ate was an apple-”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Y/N, our son-”

“He was never my son.” You harshly snapback, your voice sharp, “He’s yours through and through, a fucking incarnate of you and a curse. He’s not mine. He never will be.”

You suddenly feel the presence of the small boy behind the door and there stands his boy, staring right at your eyes yet you feel nothing for him. You never felt anything for him. The moment they placed him on your arms to nurse, there was no joy nor light.

All he brought was a painful reminder.

Kiyoomi places the tray to the side and closes the door behind him, Tobio’s blank gaze still on you, “...Those aren’t words a child is supposed to hear, Y/N. Especially ours…” he inches closer and you clench your fist tightly and he places his hand on your neck and lightly holds it. 

You aren’t scared of him anymore, the nicest thing this guy could do was kill you, really.

“Maybe we should have a girl this time, hm?” his hand trails upwards to softly caress the side of your face.

You’re immediately frozen by his sudden choice of words, no, no-

“Maybe you’ll learn to love Tobio even more when you’re pregnant with another of mine-” before he could finish what he was about to say, you raise a hand and slap him right at his face, it must’ve been hard since it left a mark, “Ah, Y/N. I didn’t know you still liked it rough-”

“D-Don’t, I-I can’t get pregnant.” You're shaking this time as you try to come up with a lie, “I-I can’t…”

“Oh?” He tilts his head, “Why not?”

“I’ll die.” You lied, “When I had Tobio I almost died, my body couldn’t handle it. T-The doctor had said that if I were to have another, I’d die…”

The lie didn’t save you that moment, really. He has become an expert at detecting your lies so instead of a reply, he harshly places his lips on yours and despite protests, he just pins you down.

He’s harsh on you that night, spilling and stuffing you with his cum, whispering that you’ll have it all and that you’d be his everything but all you could do was let a small hiccup escape your lips as you tried to hold back your cries.

‘Someone, anyone, please.’ you pleaded internally.

You don’t see Tobio until a week later, the boy has grown a tad bit chubbier and is adorned with expensive clothes. Sakusa, on the other hand, has been force-feeding you to the point where you threw up right after meals (secretly, of course) 

You sit down at the couch as your son blinks at you, “...I’m sorry.” He breaks the silence and you shut your eyes tight as you recalled the harsh words he heard last week.

“I’m sorry too, Tobio.” you could only reply because genuinely, you did feel like you went too far this time. He didn’t choose to be born, a part of you should’ve saved him the misery and left him at the orphanage that time, “Do you hate me?” you ask.

“No.”

“You should.” You say quietly, “You should hate your otosan too.”

Tobio remains quiet at your words.

“When you grow older, don’t end up like him. don’t end up like us. forget us when you have the chance.”

“Okay.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

“Good and If you ever get the chance to leave, promise me that you get out and don’t look back.”

Tobio may have been eight years old that time but he knows fear when he sees it and he knows promises aren’t meant to be broken. He remembers those words well because it was the last long conversation he has with you. 

The month of December rolls by and it’s cold, you’ve given up fighting back at this point. Your glassy eyes are directed to the window, not even wanting to look down at your bulging stomach. Kiyoomi doesn’t even need to tell you twice to not leave the house, you decide upon yourself to just stay at your room on bed the whole time.

You wonder, just how high is it from up here? Would it hurt?

“Y/N?” a dreadful voice calls out.

“Hm.” 

“You haven’t gone out of our room in two months. You haven’t even seen Tobio.” Sakusa points out, you were like a obedient doll now. So lifeless, so still, you wished he’d discard you already.

“I might say something again, I don’t want to bother.” You replied truthfully, gaze still avoiding his.

The raven-haired man starts to caress your plump face, you had grown chubbier since the beginning of your pregnancy, he couldn’t be anymore happier to finally be there for you.

This was perfect.

You were finally his.

You weren’t letting go.

“...Don’t you ever regret it?” You finally ask, turning to him, your blank eyes staring at his rather deranged ones, the eyes that you once loved was now just a reminder of your resentful life.

“Which one?” He asks, inching in closer to kiss your neck, your collarbone. You let out a meek sigh as you shut your eyes and internally prayed for this to be over quickly as he removes your ribbon that held your flimsy nightgown together.

“You killed people.” You uttered, “Took my life away, don’t you regret it?”

“Why would I?”

Right, how could a monster like him have such empathy? You feel his cold fingers brush against your folds, trying to stimulate it.

Everything except your body screamed no but you were just too powerless now. You wondered, how could you even end this all? Was jumping out the window the only solution now?

“...Right...” You let out a soft painful moan as he dips his finger inside. You’re under the idea that despite this happening countless of times, you’re body would be numb to it all yet each time it happens, it pains you even more,  “You even had to kill your ex-fiancé’s father for us to get married.”

You had come to realize just how deep his obsession was, the man was willing to kill to anyone who got in the way of your ‘love’. You remembered finding out about your ex-chief one night, about how he had chopped off his fingers and left him to bleed dry in the alleyway for the rats to feast on.

You remembered when a news came up that his supposedly future-father-in-law had died in a violent explosion during breakfast time and how he was nonchalant about it.

“...It’s all for you, Y/N.” He implores as he kissed your thighs and continue to stimulate your now wet folds, “All for you, Tobio, and my new little girl.”

“You’re sick.”

“Mhm. You smell good, I should continue using the soap from awhile ago when I clean you, right?” he hummed, ignoring what you had just said as he dipped his head in and take a kitten lick on your sex. You let out a small cry as your body betrayed you.

Your prayers for today are unheard yet again.

“...Y/N, you barely come out of your room these days.” Komori exclaimed, it turns out the visitor from last time who knocked on your door was him and as much as you wanted to knock his teeth out, you decide not to because you don’t see the point in doing violence these days.

“I’m tired.”

“Yeah, pregnancy does take a toll on your body.” He nods in agreement, it seemed like this was a casual thing for him, like you just weren’t repeatedly rape or mentally abused by his cousin, “Tobio certainly takes after his father, don’t you think?”

Your blood runs cold at the mention of the little boy, you had small hope for him either ways so you didn’t exactly cared for him anymore.

“I suppose so.” 

“You’ve gotten boring these days, Y/N.” Komori plainly pointed out, “It’s a wonder how my cousin gets to stick around ya. No offense.”

“None taken.”

Komori’s eyes narrowed at your hollowed response, you were so ungrateful. Here his cousin was, treating you with such delicateness and with all the attention that the other women wanted but you looked anything but happy about it.

If this was Hideko, she’d be elated.

But no, he had to be stuck with an ungrateful pompous bitch like you.

“How high up are we, Komori-san?” you suddenly ask.

He blinks at the rather weird question, “Fifty floors.”

“Hm.” You hummed, “That certainly is high.”

Komori would regret answering that question very soon though.

When the winter dawned upon a new year and you finally snap, you decide to answer your own prayers and opt to salvage yourself from this madness and cruelty once and for all.

Sakusa Tobio is nine years old when you, his mother, six months pregnant, jumped out the bedroom window from a fifty-foot story building two months into the new year. Your face is flat on the pavement and completely unrecognizable, the last conversation you both had replays on his head like a broken record through the years and only when he’s old enough that he realizes that he was no one’s son. 

His okaasan didn’t loved him nor did he want to be associated with his father for all he did was bring pain and disgust.

The boy is eighteen, fresh out of the academy, right in front of his baby sister’s and your mausoleum. He makes it a habit to visit you both a day before your death anniversary,  not wanting to be in the same room as his father yet this year he makes an exception.

Recently, he had turned over some evidence and his own testimony about what his father had been doing. Everything, from illegal works to the people he killed to your tragic end. It’s enough to file a case and have him set to jail for life, even his fancy lawyers couldn’t defend him. 

His lips sting because his Uncle Komori had punched him in the face and called him an ungrateful bastard like you but it was alright.

It was all over.

He plans to change his name back to Kageyama Tobio (the haux name you had given him when you were on the run) right after all the fiasco, it’s a kind name and the first name you had given him, he likes to think that this was also a gift from you that time, a new beginning straying away from you and his father's cruel ties. He had also felt that it was too unkind for him to use your last name despite his grandparents' persistence (he was after all, conceived through forceful means).

And although he wanted to hate you for those words you said that time when he was eight. He couldn’t really bring himself to after hearing what you had to go through, you were a victim. He couldn’t dare imagine what his father did to you during the last few months leading to your death.

Yet, right now. It was finished.

You could rest now.

“I did it, Y/N-san.” He mumbles as he bows down. As he got older, he has also foregone the idea of calling you by the name you loathed and shriveled away from, “I got out and I didn’t look back. Thank you for everything.”

Kageyama Tobio never visits you right after again, as promised.

#haikyuu angst #haikyuu!! #haikyu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu yandere #sakusa kiyoomi imagines #sakusa x reader #haikyuu x you #sakusa headcanons #sakusa imagines #sakusa scenarios #yandere!sakusa #yandere warning!!! #oh right tobio is ur son here #filthy rich #📝📝.filthy rich series #hostclub.adulting

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Kissing Dead Pearls (Part 28)

For someone who wears a sling, Azula is strangely unintimidated by the prospect of going back to sea. Sokka isn’t particularly surprised though, she always has been the resilient sort. The type to brush things off and get back to whatever task she had been doing before tragedy struck. It is one of the things that had drawn him to her in the first place. If he isn’t mistaken he would say that she is rather eager to get back to sailing.

He can think of several other things that he’d rather be doing. “Wouldn’t it be quicker to just take a plane back home.”

Azula tilted her head, “we can’t just leave the boat.”

“I dunno, that thing looks pretty banged up, I’m sure that you guys could get a newer and better one.”

“Sokka, it’s not even our boat.” Zuko points out. “We’re borrowing it from that ex-pirate who runs the town bar.”

Sokka cocks his head. “Why would he lend you a boat?”

“He and dad have gotten close.”

Sokka furrows his brows.

Azula sighs and scans the beach for her Ozai before whispering, “I already told you about father’s drinking problem.”

He flushes as the pieces click. “Oh, yeah. Bars. Drinking. Talking to the bar owner.”

Azula swats him, “not so loud!”

“Ow! Blisters!”

Azula rolls her eyes. “Your days of being babied are over!” She declares. “And besides, most of your blisters are gone now anyways, you’re just trying to get special treatment.”

“And that takes the attention away from you?” He quirks a brow and gestures to her arm.

“I,” she draws the syllable out, “am not complaining.”

“Hey, Sokka!” Katara calls. “I found a piece of your raft.” She holds up a bright yellow strip.

“Anyways, I still think that we should travel by plane. Ozai and Jet can sail the boat back and the rest of us will meet him there.”

Azula fixes him with a dull stare. “Sokka, that’s a terrible idea.”

Looking equally as unentertained, Zuko adds, “I’m not going to leave my father unattended.”

“And your father isn’t going to leave you unattended either.” He mutters. “Not after the fiasco with the souvenir shop.”

Zuko flushes, “that wasn’t even my idea.” He flicks his gaze to his sister.

She gives one of her faux innocent stares. “I can’t do much damage like this.” She strokes her sling.

“It only takes one hand to pop several blisters.” Sokka grumbles.

“Gross, Sokka!” Katara exclaims.

“Our luggage is on the ship.” Ozai remarks.

“What about Jet?” Katara asks.

“He has been on the ship avoiding me.” Azula crosses her arms.

Sokka can hear the hurt in her voice but she says nothing more of it. He feels another onslaught of guilt for finding relief in Jet’s avoidance. If he is angry with Azula, then he won’t have to worry about the other boy getting in the way of things. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times Azula assures him that she has chosen him over Jet, he still can’t shake away the paranoia. He isn’t sure how close she had gotten to Jet and he is afraid to ask. Just as he can’t shake his dread of the sea.

“Come on, Sokka. Everyone else is on board.” Her touch is much gentler this time, less playful.

“I’d really rather…”

“Take a plane. You’ve said so.” She nods. “It’ll be fine, we got here in one piece.” He doesn’t miss the split second glance she makes at the sail. It might be that he is over thinking things, but he has a suspicion that there was a mishap with that sail. “And you won’t be alone this time if we get lost.”

“Unless…” he lifts a pointer, “we get separated by a storm.”

“We’ll be fine, Sokka.”

“How do you know?”

“Because it would be absurd for the universe to hand you back if it was just going to kill you a few weeks later. Why would it when it could have just killed you in that storm?” She shrugs.

“Gee. That’s reassuring.” He rubs the back of his head. Her humor has always been somewhat dark but her delivery has never been this dry. Dry to the point where he thinks that she is only half joking. It is just one more glimpse into the damage he has done in disappearing for so long.

And then it dawns upon him--and he swallows a lump in his throat--that in the time that he had left, she has changed. It wouldn’t make sense if she didn’t. But what if she has changed into someone that he doesn’t particularly love...could she have changed that much? Could he have changed as well?

“Come on, Sokka.” She says softly, more sympathetically. “I have something for you.”

He bites his cheek. There really is no sense in drawing this out, he knows that he is getting on the boat one way or another. It is probably better to spare himself of Azula fetching her father to carry him aboard kicking and screaming. He also can’t deny that she has piqued his curiosity.

He follows her onto the ship. It is a lot sturdier than his was. And bigger.

“Khozen says that this ship has survived a few decades of storms.” Azula points out as she leads him below deck and to the cabins. “And, just so you know, we tested that. Overall, it is a well built ship.” She sits down upon what he assumes is her bed and she pats the spot next to her.

He takes a seat. He looks the girl up and down as she shuffles around a suitcase. Now that the novelty is wearing off he is noticing more things. More changes; mostly his gaze is glued to the scar on her chin. He wishes he didn’t, but every time he sees it he imagines her with cloudy eyes and none of that fiery spirit standing at the edge of a cliff. He sees a different person entirely. A more dismal person.

The real Azula is much different than the one in his mind’s eye. She is grinning, holding something behind her back. “I’ll give you three guess. If you don’t get it then you don’t get the thing that I am holding.”

Some of his anxieties wash away as a memory drives the darker images out of his mind. Now he is picturing a much smaller Azula with big eyes, chubby cheeks, and a missing front tooth.

He can’t quite get the voice right in his head, but he remembers her declaring, “what am I holding, Sokka!? If you get it right, you get a prize.” She only gave him unlimited guesses because she knew that hadn’t stood a chance. Usually with this game, other kids held was  coin or a toy. Azula...she was always different. After guessing, “a coin? A stick of gum? A dollar bill? Five dollars!? A rubber duck…” She held out her fist and opened it to reveal a cherry pit.

So that is what he goes with, “it’s a cherry pit, isn’t it?”

She shakes her head. “Good guess, but now.”

“A pumpkin seed?”

Azula rolls her eyes. “Pumpkins aren’t in season.”

Her eyes, they are the same, but they are different. He thinks that they aren’t so care free anymore. There is a knowingness to them. A hardness that goes beyond any physical changes.

And there are plenty of those too. He had expected her to have grown taller, but she really hasn’t. But her face has lost a little more of its softness, he thinks that her cheekbones are more pronounced. He thinks that her muscles are more defined...that would explain the iron grip that she’d had on him. She wears her hair differently too, it is somewhat more tousled and is no longer bound up.

“Stop thinking so much and just start throwing guesses. I’ll give you a hint.”

Sokka pretends like that is what he had been thinking about. “Shoot.” He forces a smile.

“It has seen better days, but it’s still kind of cute.” She pauses. “Sort of like you.”

His smile becomes more genuine and he tries not to laugh. “It’s my clownfish isn’t it?”

Azula blinks before chucking it at him. “You cheated.”

“It isn’t my fault that you gave such an obvious hint.”

She turns her head and folds her good arm against the other. “That was a pity hint.” He is glad that she does. It reassures him that she is still there. Even if her eyes are more tired, even if her body bares the scars of a rough period, her smile is still the same. Her mannerisms are the same.

He puts the stuffed clownfish to the side and puts an arm around her. He can’t fault her for her changes, not when she has probably observed some within him.

.oOo.

He has lost his spunk. His adventurous spirit. The ocean stole that from him and dragged it to its depths alongside his cargo.

His posture isn’t quite right. At first she thinks that it is because he is physically frailer. The doctors had warned that it might take several months for him to re-attain a healthy body weight. And that it might take longer for the patches of discolored skin to even out again.

But they hadn’t warned her that his mind might be frailer. Though she thinks that it was probably implied. He still jokes and quips. He still makes her laugh. But he always seems weary and on edge. As though the sea will flood and snatch him back from wherever he stands.

Azula can’t hold it against him. She can’t imagine it is all too different from the fragility that had gripped her own mind some time back. She lets him hold her but she feels as though she should be holding him.

“When did you start wearing your hair down?” He had inquired a few hours ago.

“I think the month after you left.”

“Why?”

She hadn’t had the heart to tell him that it was because she had simply stopped seeing the point in putting so much effort in. Instead she told him that she needed change, and it wasn’t a complete lie. It was simply a small fragment of a whole truth.

“When did you decide to grow a beard?” She had tried to lighten her own mood.

“It wasn’t a decision.” They both laughed at this. And just as she had begun to stop laughing, he flared his nostrils and gave his beard a few pretentious strokes. “Do you fancy it m’lady?”

“You’re shaving tomorrow.” Secondhand embarrassment had spread color upon her cheeks.

The conversation had died away three hours ago. She pretends to be asleep, she isn’t sure if he wants to be caught crying. She wonders if she should get Katara, it seems somehow more appropriate to have a sister comforting a brother. That is how it has always been between she and Zuko.

Azula looks at the bed over. Katara is sleeping soundly. Pictures of events that Sokka has missed are still sprawled out on her nightstand. One by one Katara had been going through them, catching Sokka up on everything.

Azula doesn’t know how the pair had spent the alone time she’d given them, but Katara had went to bed extra cheerful.

“When did you wake up?” Sokka asks as he wipes his eyes.

“A few minutes ago, I guess.”

“Oh.”

“Why are you crying?” She notices that he is shaking and comes to a few conclusions. The boat rolls and bobs as it makes its way through the waves. “The ocean is very calm tonight. Do you want to go on deck?”

He shakes his head abruptly. “I don’t like how open it is.”

Azula nods. She takes his hand. She could tell him that it really isn’t that bad, but what good would that do? It would only be entirely dismissive. And a simple, ‘it’s going to be okay’ seems insufficient. Instead she says, “you were strong enough to find sleep on an unstable raft, you’re strong enough to get used to this.”

Though she thinks that these words might only be comforting to her. She thinks that words might not mean much at all right now. Her grip simply needs to be stronger than the pull of the sea. So she holds him close and waits for his anxious trembles to pass.

If he falls asleep in her arms then she will just deal with the earful that her father will give her.

“You used to love the ocean. You can’t fear it now.” She tries. “You beat it. You shouldn’t fear something that you have defeated.”

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Sokka #Sokkla #Fanfiction

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10 Great Apartment Dogs

Are you thinking about adopting a brand new puppy? It can be difficult making a decision on which type to get when all of their faces are just so darn cute! Whether you’re living in an apartment complex now or are about to move, you know you at least want to learn more about dogs that are best suited for apartments. We thought you might. That’s why we compiled this list of the most apartment friendly dogs for your consideration and although we’ve narrowed it down to the top ten, that doesn’t mean there aren’t a lot of great pups out there! Use this list as a jumping off point to get you going in the right direction.

1. Pug

This snorting, wrinkly-faced little character with a cinnamon-roll tail is one of my favorite toy dog breeds. He’ll grow to be about 18 lbs (unless you over feed him and make him a big fatty!), follow you around the house, and want to sleep in bed with you. If you can’t stand snoring, then the pug is not your dog. He’ll wheeze louder than your drunken grandpa, who’s passed out in front of the TV. And his beauty is unique. But how can you stare into his cartoon-like eyes and feel anything but love? Unfortunately, due to those bug eyes, pugs are prone to eye injuries. But they’re easy going and affectionate, getting along well with other dogs and with cats too. So if your girlfriend’s high-maintenance Siamese has to stay, you won’t worry about your pug making a meal out of it (he might wrestle with it instead, so let’s hope the cat’s a fighter!).

Take your pug on daily walks and everyone in the neighborhood will admire his cute wiggle as he struts around town. Just be careful not to over exert him. Because of their brachiocephalic (fancy way of saying flat-nosed) faces, pugs can have breathing issues, especially in warm weather. So when you’re outdoors, watch your pug carefully for signs of overheating.

Grooming level required: High. This guy needs you to clean out his facial wrinkles on a daily basis to remove dirt and debris, and also requires daily brushing. Pugs shed a lot, so invest in a decent vacuum cleaner!

Noise level: Medium. Pugs aren’t going to bark without good reason.

Kid friendliness: High. If trained well, pugs enjoy children!

Exercise: Low. Don’t overwork or overheat this little sausage!

2. Bichon Frise

Your Bichon Frise will get along well with other animals, should you already own any. His energy level is high, so be sure to take him for walks in the park and to play indoor games as well. Except scrabble. He’s intelligent, but c’mon, he’s still a dog. If left alone for long periods of time, the Bichon suffers from separation anxiety. Workaholics who spend all day and night at the office will break his fluffy little heart!

Grooming level required: Low. The Bichon’s coat barely sheds, so this breed is good for people with allergies. Bichons do need daily brushing to keep their fur from matting. Also, a monthly bath is required to keep your dog’s coat white.

Noise Level: Low. He’s not prone to yippiness like the poor excuse for a dog that belongs to that crotchety old lady down the hall.

Kid friendliness: Medium. Bichons are good with children, but puppies should be handled by kids only under adult supervision.

Exercise: High. Get your Bichon out of the house regularly for a game of fetch, and practice teaching him tricks at home.

3. Chihuahua

I know what you’re thinking. Yo quiero Taco Bell. Three crunchy tacos supreme, please! But there’s a reason that the adorable Chihuahua is the star of commercials and Hollywood movies: she’s got that it factor! This little baby weighs in at 2-6 lbs, so she can definitely fit in your Fendi handbag. But you don’t need to be a reality show has-been like Paris Hilton to walk around toting one of these babies. Chihuahua’s can be bigger divas than J-Lo if overindulged, so remind your doggie who’s the boss. That being said, they’re affectionate, intelligent and fast learners.

Your Chihuahua’s larger-than-life personality means she’s loud and talkative. Forgetting her size, she’ll probably challenge the Doberman down the block to a fight, so be careful when you’re on walks together. This go-anywhere companion needs a loving owner to take care of her for the next eighteen years. If that scares the bejesus out of your commitment-phobic self, this dog is not for you!

Grooming level required: Low. You only need to brush once a week.

Noise level: Medium to high. These dogs like to talk!

Kid friendliness: Low. It’s too dangerous to have these tiny dogs around children under the age of eight, because your Chihuahua might get injured. But do socialize her around kids.

Exercise: High. Chihuahuas need 20-30 minutes of daily exercise, and are eager to keep playing, so make sure your dog doesn’t wear herself out.

4. Poodle

There’s a reason there are so many -oodle bred dogs (goldendoodle, labradoodle, schnoodle, etc)! Poodles are one of the best-behaved and even-mannered breeds you can own. They’re also hypoallergenic so people with allergies won’t have to worry! The poodle is the second most intelligent dog breed which makes them incredibly skillful and quick learners . Although they are slightly larger in size, they’re also skinny so tend to fall under most apartment weight limits. They are relatively quiet, don’t have large amounts of energy, and tend to get along well with other dogs and humans. Basically, Poodles are every apartment accommodating personality trait rolled up into the perfect pup!

Noise level: Low. You’re more likely to hear your neighbors getting rowdy during a game of Pictionary than hear your Poodle make a racket.

Kid friendliness: High. Poodles love kids. Simple as that.

Exercise: Medium. Poodles do have a good amount of energy but that doesn’t mean they need to be running around in open spaces all the time. Exercising their minds with thinking games and training inside your apartment work just as well!

5. Shiba Inu

This member of Japan’s six native dog breeds is known for her fun personality, pointy ears and agility. Your friends might point out that your curly-tailed Shiba resembles a fox and is like a Ninja Warrior! Weighing in at 20 lbs, she’s nimble, quick, keen and alert. The Shiba is fiercely independent, which is why it’s important to socialize her early with other dogs. This smarty-pants may think she knows what’s best, so look for a trainer who understands this breed’s unique mindset.

Another thing- your Shiba doesn’t like to share her toys. She’ll guard her belongings with her teeth bared. Be sure to give your Shiba Inu enough exercise with a neighborhood walk or jog. But if you take her off leash, be careful-she’ll chase cats (if you live in an urban neighborhood like mine) or squirrels, and could potentially be aggressive with other dogs. If you don’t appreciate her firecracker personality, the Shiba might not be for you. But give her love and she’ll love you right back, charming you with her spunk and loyalty.

Grooming level required: Low, though she’ll shed heavily twice a year. Ready to splurge on that Dyson vacuum yet?

Noise level: Medium. She shouldn’t bark unless something suspicious is going on, or another dog is making her feel threatened.

Kid friendliness: Medium. The Shiba Inu will be friendly towards children as long as they treat her with kindness and respect. No tail pulling!

Exercise: Medium. Getting outside is important for this breed. Make sure she gets a good daily workout.

6. Chinese Crested

Some refer to the Chinese Crested as the worlds ugliest dog? But if you’re sick, your Chinese Crested will lie in bed with you for hours. This 12 lb sack of love will fall in love with you, make you her world, and never leave your side. If you’ve just gone through a soul-crushing breakup, the Chinese Crested will nurse your blackened heart back to health.

This heat-loving canine can lounge in the sun like a lizard, so if you live in the Arizona desert, a Chinese Crested is for you. However, he has no tolerance for cold, and can’t be exposed to it as a means of ‘toughening up.’ Please don’t torture your dog, let him be comfortable!

Like that time you sent your ex-boyfriend two hundred text messages, your Crested also suffers from separation anxiety. Be careful, this David Blaine-esque dog can escape from almost any enclosure, and will dig, bark and climb if he’s freaked out. But he’ll play games, cuddle affectionately, and love your family with all his hairless little heart.

Grooming level required: Medium. Even though he’s hairless, the hair he does have needs to be trimmed. Also, he needs to be bathed regularly.

Noise level: High. Yep, this guy’s a talker. He’ll bark to protect his home, and sometimes he’ll sing!

Kid friendliness: Medium: They do well with kids, but small children could be a danger to the dog because he’s so tiny.

Exercise: Low. Chinese Crested dogs will tire out after about 15-20 minutes of play time and want to go back to their den. But they can jump over low fences, so be careful not to let them escape!

7. Boston Terrier

This tuxedo-wearing gentleman is a dapper and affectionate dog. The only problem? He might be too smart for his own good. 10-25 lbs of stubbornness in a handsome black and white coat, Boston Terriers can be hyperactive at times. But they’re so incredibly cute, all bad behavior is forgiven. Just look at those big round eyes! Not to say that Boston’s are all trouble. Like Matt Damon’s character in Good Will Hunting, they’re fighters on the outside, but loving and affectionate at home. Because they’re in the same class of dogs as pugs (brachycephalic), these guys are prone to over heating. Their funny antics will amuse all your friends, as will their snorting, drooling and flatulence. That’s right- don’t get a Boston Terrier if fart jokes make you uncomfortable. These dogs are usually quiet, but like a true Bostonian, they’ll get scrappy if another male invades their territory. How about them apples?

Grooming level required: Medium. Brush your Boston weekly and wash his face everyday, to check his eyes for redness or irritation. Like the pug, these big-eyed dogs are prone to eye problems.

Noise level: Low, except when another male is on his turf.

Kid friendliness: High. Bostons love children!

Exercise: Medium. These dogs are fairly inactive indoors. He’ll take a walk with you, and he loves to play, but then he’ll tire out and take a nap.

8. Cavalier King Charles Spaniel

You fell in love with her as Elizabeth Taylor, Charlotte’s dog in Sex and the City. (If you’re a chick, then like me, you’ve probably seen every episode more than once). The Cavalier King Charles Spaniel is intelligent, sweet and tail-waggingly cute. Cavaliers are attached to their owners and like to be spoiled. They shouldn’t be left alone for long, so part-time workers or stay-at-home moms make good owners. Cavaliers are too friendly to become good guard dogs. Please don’t rely on your girl as an alarm system! After barking at an intruder, she’ll probably try to lick his face off. At 13-18 pounds, the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel is the perfect size for apartment dwellers. Cavaliers enjoy a good game of chase; therefore, cats should be ready to play tag. But your parakeet will get eaten…seriously. So yeah, don’t own a bird. You can’t take the hunting instinct out of this English lady!

Grooming level required: Medium-High. Brush their coat 3-4 times a week and bathe the dog when necessary.

Noise level: Low. The Cavalier might bark when someone comes to the door, or she’ll just ignore it and keep quiet.

Kid friendliness: High. She’ll sit on your daughter’s lap while watching Spongebob.

Exercise: Medium. Take her out for walks, but don’t let her off the leash. This poor little princess has no street smarts whatsoever, and might run in front of a car.

9. English Bulldog

There’s a reason the English Bulldog has been chosen as a mascot for so many universities and sports teams. The breed is known for being tough and tenacious, but personally I think the bulldog’s squashy face is too adorable to be intimidating. I mean, look at that broad head and those stubby legs, that funny under bite and all those wrinkles! The laziest of dogs, this 40-50 lb guy is perfect if you want someone to cuddle with. Though they’re courageous and protective of their families, bulldogs are also friendly and playful. You might think it’s cute when your bulldog snores (not so cute when he farts), but beware of the many respiratory problems they’re prone to. You better start pumping some iron at the gym because you’ll need to be able to lift this fatty when it’s time to take him to the vet! Your bulldog will sleep until it’s time to eat again (just like your good-for-nothing ex-husband), so don’t expect a lot of activity from him. Though he loves children, you won’t find your bulldog playing fetch at the family barbecue. He’ll be sitting next to you, waiting for his hamburger patty.

Grooming level required: Medium. Brush his coat once a week and clean the wrinkles of his face every day with a damp cloth. He’s an average shedder: brushing more than once a week will reduce the amount of hair.

Noise level: Low. They are too lazy to bark. In fact, he’s probably asleep.

Kid friendliness: Very high. This tolerant sweetheart will let your toddler torment him.

Exercise: Low. He won’t want to go on a walk, but you need to take him anyway. Once a day is fine. But keep him away from swimming pools and hot tubs. He can’t swim!

10. Bitsa

What’s a Bitsa you ask? A bitsa this and a bitsa that! In other words, a mixed breed, a mutt, a few little slices of heaven all mixed into one great dog. Mixed breeds are great because they tend to not have any super dominant traits. Since they’re a mix of different breeds, their personality traits tend to blend together into a much more mellow mutt. A mellow temperament helps this dog breed adjust to a variety of households and living conditions more easily. Bitsa’s are also statistically proven to be healthier than purebreds, so if you’re spending extra on pet rent or a deposit, you’re more likely spending less at the vet. Lastly, because they are a combination of breeds, you’re more likely to be allowed to have say a pitbull-mix than, unfortunately, if your dog is predominately pitbull.

Noise level, kid friendliness, and exercise all depend on the specific dog you have but can be highly affected by the way they are raised!

#apartment dogs #dog breeds for small spaces

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Okay im just going to share my idea, im too excited now: Imagine that mc has an interest in training dogs. Theyve just always really loved it and they grew up with dogs so they understand how to motivate them pretty well.

One day Saeran hears something outside while Saeyoungs out with mc. It sounds small so he investigates and finds a small dog! Theyre tiny, smaller than Elly, with light curly fur thats caked in mud. So he brings them inside and cleans them up. Saeyoung comes back and brings mc inside, they dont live there yet but Saerans getting more used to them so they come to visit. Saeyoung finds Saeran in the kitchen with the dog, cleaning them up in the sink, and since mc knows a lot about dogs he asks them to come over and look. They say it looks like a young toy poodle mix, probably with no home because theyre thin and have overgrown nails. They see Saerans face and decide to keep the puppy and to just keep an eye out for anyone looking for a lost dog! But mc points out that the puppy wasnt well cared for, so they should be cautious about returning them to their old home, if they had one.

So, they keep the puppy!

And shes got spunk but shes pretty timid too, and she gets attached to Saeran because he’ll love on her if she asks but he also lets her just sit on his lap (compare Saeyoung, who gets excited and wants to love on her and kiss her face and baby talk to her), so she gets attached to Saeran most! And mc starts coming over more often to help out, she teaches the puppy to use a litterbox since theyre so small, and teaches them tricks, and to fetch. The puppy takes to fetch really well, and starts trying to bring mc other items too, which gives mc an idea!

So she gets one of Saerans empty pill bottles and teaches the puppy to retrieve it. She talks to Saeran and teaches him how to work with the puppy on it further, and eventually you can see this tiny dog running through the bunker with a pill bottle in her mouth, bringing Saeran his as needed medication when he asks. Its especially cute because shes so small that the pill bottle only just fits in her mouth at first. When she gets older and grows just a little more she can carry it easily, but at first she drops it sometimes so you hear the patter of her running and then rattling from the bottle falling and her chasing it, and then her running with it in her mouth again.

Later on she learns to go get Saeyoung or mc, and even how to bring him a bottled drink (he doesnt ask very often because its difficult, but she gets really proud when she does it so he asks sometimes just for her sake) and it builds up her confidence a ton to have a job, to the point that she ends up running the house. She steals Saeyoungs food and he just lets her because shes cute and helps his baby bro too.

And since she’s so small and loves to be carried, eventually they’re even able to bring her out into public! Which helps Saeran to get out more, and she proves that she can help even in public when one day they’re at a mall looking for clothes and Saeran starts to have a really bad flashback while Saeyoung and mc are in a different part of the store (not far, but out of sight). He hides in a dressing room and starts to freak out because mcs carrying his medicine since they have a bag, and he cant go find them right now. He looks at his dog who has this serious determined look on her face, and he doesnt want to ask her to go find them in a crowded store but then a wave of dread comes over him from the flashback and he curls up and asks her to go find Saeyoung.

She runs out from under the dressing room door (she has no leash on because he carries her usually) and sprints to where she last saw Saeyoung and looks around, and she knows shes not supposed to bark but shes kind of huffing a bit because this is an emergency!! And she sees Saeyoung and barks and runs to him and he looks at her and just asks where is he? She leads him to the dressing room and squeezes back under the door and crawls into Saerans arms, and Saeran manages to get the door open and Saeyoung comes in while mc stands outside kind of keeping guard, and the three of them just sit in the dressing room for a while and wait for Saerans anxiety meds to kick in enough that he feels able to make it through the store back to the car. They just sit next to each other on the ground and Saeyoung holds Saeran for a bit when he needs it, until he feels better enough and then they leave.

Mc and Saeyoung are worried this will scare Saeran off from going out anymore, but it turns out that he feels safer than ever because now he knows he can trust his dog to go get Saeyoung if he needs her to! So hes even more willing to get out and about now, so long as he can bring his dog with him.

I have a lot of thoughts about this, even though the dog still doesn’t actually have a name lol, sorry if this is long and rambling - Submission 

Oh, my God. 

I really love this. I love Saeran coming out of his shell more with a little animal friend. This is really wholesome and it makes a lot of sense to me given what he deals with. Saeran could benefit a lot from a little furry friend to help him when he’s going through the worst of things. This gives him something to connect with that makes him feel a lot better about himself. 

I imagine him to be rather anxious and still struggling to acclimate with society at a whole for the first few months and a service dog would give him the chance to cope so much more with what’s going on. This way Saeyoung doesn’t have to worry about him so much and I just think it’s hilarious to imagine him spoiling a doggy like, “Good girl! Treats for protecting baby bro!” 

I’m gonna cry, I love reading about Saeran getting better and opening up after his trauma. It’s not easy for him, but seeing him try makes me feel really good on the inside. Here comes a doggy friend paddling down the hallway to deliver those meds and be a good girl! 

Oh, can you imagine the vest that he would have for his dog? I would probably be the most punk rock looking vest since this is SE Saeran. The nifty patches that say “WORKING: DON’T DISTURB” and I imagine that there are some goofy ones slapped on the underside, maybe one or two just to brighten it up a little bit. 

Oh, God, I really want to see this now. Anon, this is really wholesome, thanks for sharing it with me! 

#service dog au #mystic messenger #mysme #mysticmessenger #saeran choi #choi saeran #saeyoung choi #choi saeyoung #luciel choi #choi luciel #seven mystic messenger #seven mysme #seven mm #mm seven #mysme seven #mystic messenger seven #saeran mm #mm saeran #saeran mystic messenger #saeran mysme #mysme saeran #mystic messenger saeran #ugh saeran with a dog. makes me happy. #mod kait #submission

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Revenge is a dish best served frozen.

The cliché goes, ‘Revenge is a dish best served cold.’ Well, my friends, consider this tale to be sub-zero platter of vengeance topped with a scoop of sweet, sweet irony. You may find it repulsive, inhuman even, a hard to believe chain of events that would leave only Satan himself with a throbbing erection. In my humble opinion, revenge is a dish best served frozen.

I was at a frat party a few years ago. Always having been a natural conversationalist, I found myself chatting up random person after random person. Hell, I was willing to talk about anything. The night went along fine, until I met one of the main antagonists in my life…

Her name was Caitlyn.

She was a smoking hot sorority girl from California. We laughed, joked, got talking about other things. Turned out we were into a lot of the same stuff.

We ended up going home together that night, and for the next few weeks we fucked like coked-up rabbits. I grew to like this girl, and she grew to like me. I’d say the day we made things, “official,” was the day she told me about her ex.

She had gotten out of a rough relationship. He was “abusive”, “cruel”, “controlling”. The heartbreaking part was when he bailed after knocking her up. She ultimately had a miscarriage, but the gravity of the situation had weighed on her ever since.

Two months into our relationship, I began to notice the same controlling tendencies in Caitlyn that she had mentioned about her ex. She’d check in on me almost every hour. Things like, ‘Miss you, baby’ ‘How are you?’ ‘Is everything okay? You haven’t texted me back?’ I knew she had some problems with anxiety, and I get it. It’s gotta be tough to rebound from such a shitty prior experience. Then she began to fight with me about seemingly nothing. Not getting enough likes on Instagram is just an example of the minuscule things that would set her off.

With all that crazy in mind, I’ll tell ya, the sex was out of this fucking world. What sucked is she wasn’t on birth control (“messed with her hormones”, yea ok…) I may be a fan of raw-dawging, but I’m more of a fan of not being a father. I’d wrap my jimmy-wang in rubber and go to town. After it was all said and done, I tie the rubber up and flush it. I couldn’t shake the memory of her previous pregnancy, so I would be more cautious than usual.

Any way, she was addicted to doggy and obsessed with cowgirl. You can bet that when I got the ‘come over’ text I’d drop whatever I was doing, I’d even stop mid shit, and screw on over to her place. She lived alone in a small duplex, her apartment being on the first floor. The privacy allowed us to fuck as loud and long as we wanted, but for some reason she hated blowjobs. If there’s one thing in life I love more than God, family, and friends, it’s a long, sloppy blowjob. She’d spoil me with the occasional one, but she hated the taste of spunk. However, she’d let me blast my undeveloped children in her mouth just to run to the bathroom, spit it out and brush her teeth. She’d come back a few minutes later and we’d fall asleep to whatever Netflix recommended that night.

Caitlyn and I had been together for six months now. We ran in the same circle almost everyday. She’d text me while I was in class, I wouldn’t respond because, for fuck’s sake, my education was important to me. She’d get mad. She’d avoid me, then dodge my texts, dodge my calls. I’d say I’m sorry and she’d act like nothing happened, like everything was peachy perfect again. She’d start sexting me at work; she’d send me nudes, she’d talk about how badly she wanted to ride my cock. We were both servers at different restaurants. I’d be walking to my tables with half a chub. I could only imagine that she was ignoring her tables just to text me.

I was beginning to realize that she didn’t have many friends. She insisted we be together 24/7. I really did like her, hell I think I almost could have loved her, but I needed my space too. I had friendships to maintain and grades to keep up. I finally snapped one day. I told her I was going to a party that night. It was my buddy Stan’s birthday. He wanted to have a good ole’ beers and bros night at his place. Stan’s dad was a dog breeder so drinking at Stan’s house was more like beers, bros and Rottweiler’s. Caitlyn wasn’t about to have any of it. She told me I didn’t care about her, or else I wouldn’t go to the party. She was supposed to work that night anyway. Did she expect me to sit at home, count my pubes and wait for her shift to end?

I felt bad. I couldn’t even bring myself to have a good time at Stan’s house. Hell, I probably only had a few beers. I remember sitting with Growler, the oldest of the dogs, and asking him what he thought. He just licked my face, farted and walked away. So I texted her, ‘Hey.’ Nothing. I waited a bit longer; maybe she still had tables? ‘Can we talk?’ Nothing. Fuck. I waited until I was sure she’d be home, and I drove over to her place. That’s when things got strange.

There were two cars in her drive way. Hers and another I didn’t recognize. I knocked on the door but she didn’t answer. I called out to her, but got nothing. I walked around back, to a window I knew would be unlocked. I shimmied it open and crawled through. I could hear something, a moan. I knew that moan. I hustled upstairs and pressed my ear to the door. I took a deep breath and barged through. There, being fucked by some skinny, crooked-dicked Mexican was Caitlyn. They shriek upon my entrance. I grabbed the kid by his throat and screamed at him to fuck off before I severed his crooked cock with a butter knife. (Believe me, it was quite crooked) He ran swiftly away.

I began to holler like I’ve never hollered before at her.

“HOW COULD YOU?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!”

She was shitfaced. I could smell the alcohol emitting from her breath as she tried to argue with me.

“FUCK YOU!”

“YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE GONE TO THAT PARTY!”

“YOU KNEW IT UPSET ME!”

“YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT ME! YOU HATE ME!”

I’m a patient man, a willing-to-work-with-you kind of guy, but if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a cheater. She must have drowned herself in a bottle of vodka, and Señor Crooked Cock was the first person to even so much as smile at her. I told her we were over. I tried to leave but she leaped on my back and dug her nails into my neck like a fucking animal. She had dug in deep, but I had managed to buck her off and back onto the bed. I hollered at her once more before slamming the door and driving home.

My phone never stopped buzzing the next day. Text on top of text, call on top of call, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she tried to send a carrier pigeon as a last ditch attempt to contact me. That’s when I received a text worthy of my attention.

It read, “You better take me back…or else.”

“Or else” could’ve meant anything, but I shrugged it off as an idle threat. I came home from class that day when it hit me. ‘Shit, my Xbox, it’s still at her place.’ I could have gone without the few T-shirts and the spare toothbrush, but I couldn’t leave my Xbox there. I was a single man again and COD Black Ops 2 was beckoning me. ‘Shit, what if that was the or else? What if she broke it?”

I waited for her to leave for work that night before sneaking in through the same window. Thankfully, my Xbox was in pristine condition. For good measure I grabbed the spare T-Shirts and tossed the spare toothbrush in the trash. I was getting ready to leave when my stomach rumbled. I remembered a frozen pizza I put in her freezer a few nights ago. Fuck her. That’s my pizza. It was wedged in there like a bastard. When I pulled it out, a few bags of frozen veggies came with it. I picked them up to put them back in when I noticed something odd in the back of the freezer. There were three small tinctures that had been hidden behind the bags of veggies. I pulled one out and used the flashlight on my phone to examine it. Frozen inside was an opaque white substance. That’s when my world came to a screeching halt.

Inside these tinctures wasn’t frozen lemonade, it was semen…my semen. Not that I know the frozen appearance of my own splooge juice, but I could only assume.

I started to sweat and shake.

She wasn’t spitting my unborn children into the sink. She was saving them! Probably to use against me should the relationship derail. Did she do the same thing to her previous ex? Was everything she told me about him a lie?

Sweet Mary Mother of God! What if she’s already shot one of these up there? Can you even freeze semen in a conventional freezer? She sure seemed to think so! I pulled my phone out to text her… but I stopped. The worried expression on my face became a pensive stare followed by a wide smile, the sort of smile that Satan himself would crack.

I texted her this, “Hey babe, after thinking about it all day. I think I’ll give you another chance…”

She texted me back shortly after. She was ecstatic, willing to change, try harder this time. She was so sorry. This bought me some time to begin planning. I pocketed the three tinctures of man juice and replaced everything else just as it was. I couldn’t let her know I had been there. (Yes, I even got the toothbrush out of the trash)

Remember how I said I’m a patient man? A willing-to-work-with-you kind of guy? I’m also a vengeful son-of-a-bitch. My motto is, “Expect the unexpected,” and boy was it time to act.

Phase 1

The weekend was approaching. I had told Caitlyn that I was willing to take her back, but just needed a little time to relax and spend with my family. She understood and promised not to rush me back into the relationship. I was banking on her not checking her secret stash of frozen testicle boogers. I made sure to text her every so often, get an idea of where she was and make her believe that I wasn’t going anywhere. Luckily for me, she was working all weekend.

I went to Stan’s house with the tinctures and told him everything. Stan and I had been friends since grade school. His father was more of a dad to me than my own. I was hoping that Papa Stan would go along with my scheme. He was more than happy to help.

Phase 2

We emptied the now thawed tinctures into the drain. The smell was enough to make us gag. I felt especially bad for the dogs. You know, heightened sense of smell and all.

Stan got Growler hot and bothered; he dropped to one knee, placed some sort of dog condom over his rocket and started jerking away. I made sure to film the entire ordeal on my phone, from the first stroke to the last drop. If ten years ago someone told me that I’d one day shoot a video of my best friend and his dad jerking off a dog, I’d have told them to go and whole-heartedly fuck themselves. But boy did ole’ Growler perform for the camera. Stan was able to fill the three tinctures to the brim with plenty to spare. (Two birds with one stone, two dogs with one hand…I think it works.)

I wait until Caitlyn left for work that night before I snuck back in through the window. I put the tinctures back where I found them and slipped out unseen. I had never left her house so satisfied in my life.

Sunday rolls around and she text’s me, “Hey, do you want to get lunch and talk?”

My response, “After thinking more about it, I’ve decided that I can’t get back together with you. Sorry ☹”

My phone erupts in texts spewing the same threat from before, "or else." I told her to do her worst and leave me alone.

A few days went by before she came barreling up my driveway. She kicked, screamed, punched and through an all around tantrum in my front yard. By now my roommates knew the entire story and were willing to back me one-hundred percent. We called the police and all hell broke loose.

“He raped me! He beat me! He did this! He did that!” she screamed to the cops. Fortunately the cops listened to my roommates and a handful of neighbors that were witness to her actions. They told her to get lost or else they’d arrest her.

Two weeks passed without any contact. She finally called me and I ignored it along with the next ten calls before finally answering.

“Hello?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“What?

“I’m pregnant… it’s yours.”

“You sure it’s not that skinny, crooked-dicked Mexican’s?”

She starts to yell.

“NO! IT’S YOURS! YOU NEED TO COME HERE NOW!”

I obliged and went over. We had a long talk about options, about getting back together and about the night I walked in on her. She eventually got up to go to the bathroom and I made my move. I rapidly checked the back of the freezer and sure enough, the tinctures were gone! I tried my hardest to contain my laughter. I shit you not; there was even a turkey baster on the counter and I’m sure as shit positive it’s not from making a turkey dinner the other day (she couldn’t cook for shit).

I stayed a while longer, trying as hard as I could to keep my composure. I couldn’t look at her without thinking about Growler, without thinking of her grandmother inevitably using the turkey baster on Thanksgiving. She kept talking and talking and all I could picture was what she might look like with whiskers, a big snout and a stubby tail.

But it’s not over yet, my friends.

Phase 3

She agreed to take a pregnancy test at the hospital just to be sure. She was convinced she was carrying my child and had no objections to it. However, the test came back negative.

I wish you could have seen the look on her face. I had to stand in the back and pretend to scratch my mouth to conceal my smile. We got back to her place and I assured her that it was over between us. Especially now that she wasn’t pregnant. Cue more hysterical screaming followed by my swift departure.

The semester came to an end, and I had begun to hear less and less from Caitlyn. She finally admitted defeat and returned home to California.

That’s when she inevitably texts me a few weeks into the summer. She says she misses me, misses us. She wants to try again once school resumes in the fall. I simply tell her to keep an eye on her mail; she’ll be getting something from me soon. She must have watched her mailbox like a teenager watches porn, constantly and without blinking.

What was she so patiently waiting for? Simple, a USB drive and a note. The note read, “If you don’t want this on the Internet, you’ll never contact me again. Revenge is a dish best served FROZEN” What was on the USB drive you ask? Easy, it was a beautifully edited video of good ole’ Growler getting his carrot snapped and spunk deposited in the same tinctures she tried to trap me with.

I deleted every trace of her from my life. Every memory, every picture, I even brought myself to delete the video. I thought the story would be way too much to explain if someone accidentally stumbled upon it. I was confident that she wouldn’t try to talk to me and I was hopeful that she had learned her lesson after unknowingly injecting dog jizz inside her body. I shouldn’t have been so naïve.

Last week I received a text from a number I recognized. It simply said, “Hey,”

Caitlyn, if you’re reading this… well… I warned ya’.

Woof

Woof

Woof

TL;DR: Caught my girlfriend cheating, she wants me back. I say no and find out she was storing my semen inside her freezer. I replace it with dog semen. She doesn’t’ find out until it’s too late and she’s 3000 miles away.

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Emma Swan—Definitely a Dog Person

anon asked for CS getting a dog

If asked, Emma Swan would say that she considers herself a dog person. At least, in theory. She had never had a dog of her own before. The most time she's probably spent around a dog was with Pongo. One of the fosters families she lived with had owned one but the kids weren't allowed to play with it and it wasn't allowed in the house (which, looking back on it now, probably says a lot about them as people) and, well, she didn’t spend much time with them.

She could say that she was just an animal person. She liked most animals equally. And she’d never actually owned any pets before so she couldn’t speak from experience. But dogs just seemed like her thing.

Cats were cute enough and they didn’t seem to require as strict of care and attention as some animals. But they also tended to be assholes. She considered herself to also be a bit of an asshole and while their asshole personalities might actually mix well—forming some kind of asshole bond—she’s unsure she would take the risk of them clashing and the battle that would ensue to become the alpha asshole.

Horses tended to be strong and confident, traits she attributed to herself, but they were a bit too rich for her blood. She had only ever known one person, in the land without magic, that owned horses. Her name was Amanda, they shared an English class her sophomore year of high school, and she enjoyed talking about her daddy's money.

Reptiles were cool and all but yeah, that's not gonna happen.

She had explained all of this to Killian one night after a commercial for BarkBox. “Dog person? What in the bloody hell does that mean? Is it some sort of creature, like a merperson?”

His questions had seemed innocent enough and they had gotten to that place where sharing just came naturally. So, she took pity on the man and told him that no, there is not any form of weird human/dog hybrid in this land. And that yes, she does prefer dogs to other animals for reasons a, b, and c.

So, Emma Swan—a dog person.

Or that’s what she thought.

—

Henry brought up the idea of getting a dog at one point in time. Somewhere between their return from Neverland and the defeat of Zelena (the first time around.) He hadn’t had his memories back yet so it was easy for her to put if off, to tell him they would discuss it once they returned to New York.

He hadn’t brought it up since and she assumed (she knows what they say about people who assume things) that he had given up on the idea. Now she’s realizing that he had just been distracted by other things. Things like his mother becoming the Dark One, Killian's multiple deaths, their trip to the Underworld, and Regina splitting herself in half.

At this point, everyone is alive and Regina is back to being one person and there’s no sign of any big bads on the horizon. Henry has clearly set his mind on a dog and this time, he has help.

It starts subtly at first. Killian spends more time watching Animal Planet, specifically, Too Cute and It’s Me Or the Dog. He leaves the laptop open to the Storybrooke animal shelter’s website. His eyes stray when passing the pet section of the grocery store. She finds him in front of Granny's, asking Archie about his dog.

She writes it off as him being curious.

He had once lamented about a dog he had come across in one of his journeys. It was a kind creature and stayed with him for a few months but once he set out to sea again, he was forced to leave the little guy behind.

He had explained to her how few breeds of dog there are in the Enchanted Forest compared to this world. It would make sense for him to take interest in the creatures of his current realm. And at the top of the list of things that Killian Jones did not enjoy is being uninformed about anything.

She doesn’t pay too much mind to his interest, which partially makes this her fault. She was a bail bonds person and is now the sheriff of Storybrooke. Observation skills have been a key part of her life for long enough now, she should have easily taken note that Killian's curiosity was something a little more suspect.

If she had noticed earlier on, she could have nipped this thing in the bud before it took root. But now it has planted and grown into a large tree, rivaling the size of Merlin's, and she is facing down two immovable forces.

She comes home one day to a quiet house—not an entirely unusual thing when both of her boys are home but still unexpected.

Henry and Killian are sitting at the kitchen table, matching poses of straight back and folded arms.  They fix her with a serious expression and she in turn eyes them warily.

“We need to talk,” Killian intones and Henry nods solemnly.

“Oook,” she drawls. She decides to approach this with humor, a good defensive shield. "This isn't you breaking up with me, is it? Because I went to the Underworld for you and to do it with my son in the room would just be bad form."

Killian sighs heavily and gives her a look that clearly states he is not here for her antics.

"This might be easier if you sit down," Henry says and she rolls her eyes at his dramatics because she is already pulling out a chair.

"Henry and I have been talking, and we've decided to get a dog."

"Oh? You've decided? That's interesting." Her tone suggests that it is anything but.

"Here us out, mom," Henry begins. "We have more than enough room in the house and a large yard. Things we didn't have in our apartment in New York. I promise I'll take care of it. I'll feed it, bathe it, walk it, train it, you name it."

"And we both know that I get up early enough in the morning to let it out," Killian interjects and Henry gives him a thumbs up.

She seriously contemplates shutting them down. But it's two against one. It's clear this is something they've been planning for a while. They both look entirely too hopeful to say no to. And she can tell that this is something they won't give up on easily—both of them too stubborn for their own good.

So, she says yes and the way they tackle her from both sides and tell her they love her makes it feel less like a loss.

—

They (Killian and Henry, Emma herself has no stance in the decision-making process other than to veto the too big ones—small dogs eat less and poop less) decide on a Portuguese Pondengo. The best way to describe him is scruffy with his long, wild fur that sticks out in all directions. The space between his eyes, down the bridge of his nose, the front of his chest, and his two front legs are white and the rest of him tan.

They are told that he was found on the side of the road, right on the edge of town and that his chip showed he previously belonged to another shelter, a few cities over, who wasn't too keen on his return. He'd run away from his adopted family and had been returned for a more toy sized option by the family before that and the shelter made it none too subtle that they were glad to have him off their hands.

He's got a lovable face and a little bit of spunk. And he's small enough that Emma doesn't worry about needing a shovel to clean up his droppings. And her boys fall madly in love with him on sight.

For some reason, they choose a Greek theme when deliberating names. Killian jokes that they should name him Cerberus (Henry finds it funny; Emma does not.) Henry then suggests Fluffy (still not funny but doesn't deliver the same wrenching feeling in her gut as the actual name of the hellhound.) Kyon Khryseos is next. Henry explains it is the name of the golden dog sent to guard Zeus as an infant. "What a perfect tribute to the God who assured our lives together. And look, Swan, he's even gold in color!" Emma does have to admit that the name is pretty clever but it's impossible to pronounce and she'd rather not have to explain it to every single person who asks the name of their dog.

They finally decide on Sirius. It's simple enough to say and ties into both mythology and Harry Potter, which pleases Henry greatly.

Emma doesn't have second thoughts when they're at the shelter. Her true loves grins and excited chattering, as they scope out the cages for the perfect pet, would make it impossible to regret anything.

She doesn't have second thoughts on the ride home, as she looks into the rearview mirror and sees Henry's cheeks about to split while he pets the dog, as she watches Killian watch her son with a smile just as ecstatic.

She doesn't even have second thoughts as they unload the dog from the car and it takes off running, tangling it's leash around her legs in the process.

No, Emma doesn't have second thoughts until she comes home the next day and, with the intent of getting a glass of water, finds a puddle—a puddle that goes unnoticed until stepped on with a sock-clad foot—on the floor, in the kitchen.

She does have second thoughts then and the piss puddles are only the beginning.

Potty training is a nightmare. The dog has separation anxiety and howls horribly when left alone. It begs for food, a trait which neither Killian nor Henry discourages. It doesn't understand that the only pieces of furniture which are to be sat upon are couches and chairs; the kitchen table is his favorite resting place.

Her son and pirate are over the moon though and refuse to see reason when it comes to their new pet. "He's in a new home. He's bound to be nervous." Killian will say. "Give him some slack, mom. He probably hasn't had a decent meal his entire life." Henry will whine. They continue to defend his crimes upon their home, choosing to instead play with him more and shower him with more affection.

But the list goes on and his atrocities only get worse.

At the end of the list, is his chewing habits. He chews on everything he can get his dirty little paws on: boots, toilet paper, trash, underwear, the leg of one of the dining room chairs, and the final straw one of her leather jackets.

Emma Swan does not consider herself a materialistic person. Even though their house is now filled with many more luxuries than she has ever owned, at heart, she is still the same girl with the small box of memories. But this is a leather jacket here—her go-to outerwear, always in style and a great shield against the cold, and more importantly, emotional threats. She may no longer need the defenses she once held onto with such rigorous strength but it's still a symbol of comfort. A symbol of comfort which is now lying in shreds, on the kitchen table.

She gently picks up the drool encrusted jacket and storms into the living room where the mangy mutt is resting on the back of the couch, perched like a king on his throne.  When he eyes the item in her hands, his expression shifts from lazed contentment to one of guilt and he takes off running.

"Not so fast, you brat!" she threatens and takes off after the damned thing.

She corners him in the upstairs hallway and is about to give him the verbal assault of a lifetime. But as she hovers over him, tattered leather remains in hand, she sees a look of fear in his eyes that she is all too familiar with.

It's a look that, to this day, brings forth a hollowness in her chest that makes her feel dizzy. It's the look of a little girl who got caught sneaking a cookie out of the cabinet by her foster mother and smacked on the back of the hand, a little girl who got lost on her first day returning from a new school to a new home and was locked in her room every evening for the next week, a look of a girl who just got the pages her only book ripped to pieces by her foster brother and was yelled at to "stop being a damn cry baby" by her foster father.

It's a look of fear of rejection—of thinking finally, somewhere to call home, only to discover it won't last and she'll be shipped off to the next miserable place.

With the look in the dog’s eyes, she recognizes a kinship that she had not previously been aware of. It suddenly becomes so clear to her how much she and the dog have in common.

He's spent the majority of his life in a shelter, her in orphanages and foster homes. He's run away from owners that more than likely didn't treat him with the care that he deserved and she's run away from families who couldn't even bare to show common decency. They've both been bounced around, without a place to call home for too long. He'd even been found on the side of the road for god's sake.

She feels an overwhelming sadness for this creature, so alike herself.

She slowly turns away and walks down to the kitchen to deposit the jacket in the trash. She grabs a treat from atop the fridge and a blanket from the back of the couch and finds him, still cowering upstairs. She first offers him the treat and then wraps him up in the blanket to take him back down to the couch.

Once he's realized that she's not going to yell at him, not going to hurt him, he settles down with his head in her lap.

That's where Killian finds them an hour later, resting on the couch and watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (she'd wanted to introduce him to his namesake.)

"I'm sorry, love," he calls from the kitchen and she knows he's seen the leather in the trash. His face is puzzled—lips pursed and brow furrowed—as he takes them in, cuddled up together.

She pats the cushion beside her, a silent invitation for him to sit, and sighs lightly when he wraps his arm around her, hand coming to rest on the dogs head.

"You're not upset?" he prods gently, pulling his arm a little tighter around her.

She shakes her head and smiles at him gently.

He must understand because he nods saying, "So, you finally see."

"How long have you known?" she asks, leaning her head into the crook oh his neck.

"From the very beginning," he murmurs and runs the curve of his hook up and down her arm. "He had the same caged expression, of a wild animal, as you when we first met... and he was found on the side of the road, Emma."

They chuckle lightly.

"He's pretty similar to you too, ya know," she comments with a smirk. "Our histories of abandonment aren't too different. And he's a cocky little shit."

"You'll regret that remark, you beast."

He begins to tickle her but it doesn't last long. Sirius must see his wriggling fingers as an attack and he begins to growl ferociously at Killian. Killian immediately backs off, putting his hand and hook up in a gesture of surrender.

"That's actually nice," he remarks and, when she gives him a bewildered head tilt, explains, "It's nice to have someone else in the house to look after your wellbeing."

She smacks his arm and returns her head to it's resting spot on his shoulder.

Henry comes home at the end of the film, disappointed to learn that they watched the movie without him and insists on them starting another. He sits on the other side of Sirius and begins to pet him, whispering in his ear about how cool Sirius Black is.

—

Emma knows that although the wounds have healed, she will never forget the feeling of being that lost little girl. But sitting there one the couch, snuggled between her three boys, another piece added to the puzzle of her happily ever after, she knows her heart is the most at ease it's ever been and she will never have to feel like that girl again. And she hopes that Sirius, the lost little dog, knows he will never have to feel that way again either.

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