#✦ connection: affectionate chewing (jake lockley & manny morales)

[normaltothemax]

' orders ' but more sizing up your choice of moon boi cuz he's Big, Muscle, and today he's got maybe one braincell cuz the other's passed out so he just thinks this is fucking hilarious

“Drop it.”

Jake sees him with that T-bone, had noticed the way he’d been eyeing it earlier. His eyes are now locked onto Manny, the raw steak frozen halfway to his mouth, and Jake swears he’s going to kill him, one of these days. He jabs a finger at the werewolf. “That’s for dinner and I swear to Christ, if you put that in your mouth right now, so help me, we are gonna have a problem, Manuel.” That’s right, he’s whipping out the full first name; he means business. It’s bad enough Manny will probably gnaw on the bone for a good hour after dinner, Jake’s not letting him get his slobber all over the steak before he even gets it on the grill. He probably didn’t even wash his hands.

@detectivewoof (x)

[normaltothemax]

“Told ya,” Jake grinned, opening the passenger door to his cab for him, “you’ll see when we get there.” Manny being a little grumpy wasn’t going to ruin his good mood. They were going to pick something up that Jake had been wanting for quite a while, now. Something that he hoped Manny wouldn’t have a terrible reaction to.

There was already a cat carrier in the trunk. Food, litter, toys, a bed, scratching post—everything a cat could want and more. Jake was prepared.

He’d even prepared arguments for if Manny protested. He was getting this cat, and no one, not even his headmates, was going to talk him out of it.

Once the werewolf was actually seated, Jake shut the door and rounded the cab to climb in behind the wheel and start the car. “This is when they open,” the shelter, that was, not that he was actually elaborating on who ‘they’ were, “and I didn’t wanna wait.” He’d already paid the adoption fee, sure—Viejita was his—but there was still that little fear in the back of his mind that, if they didn’t go straight away, someone else would swoop in and scoop her up. Take her for their own.

Sometimes, he still struggled with the fact that he was, in fact, allowed to have good things. Particularly when he really wanted them.

@monenblogi

44. for an impulsive starter . (Jake!) - @normaltothemax

“Jake... where the fuck are we going?” 

It felt appropriate to ask because getting dragged out on his rare day off? Wasn’t exactly how Manny had planned on spending the day. Maybe something more along the lines of staying inside, finally catching up on the backlog of whatever trash was currently rotting away in the DVR, maybe throw a van repair job in... 

And maybe he could try to be a bit more happy about the thought that literally anyone would care enough to drag his ass out of the apartment with a simple ‘you’ll see’ and not be afraid about literally getting their hand bitten off. Then again, the day was still young. 

He yawned, a rather comically and canine-ish yawn from the way his jaw extended, and he stretched to scratch at an ear.  

“At the very least y’ wanna tell me why your idea of spontaneous is at shit in the morning...?” 

[normaltothemax]

bites Jake. Affectionately. Like a squeaky toy.

He’s going to just raise an eyebrow and smirk, a wicked glint in his eye. “Don’t start somethin’ if you’re not gonna finish it, cariño.”

@detectivewoof

[normaltothemax]

He's bought and labeled three different bags of sweet breads for each goon like it's going to matter but he's trying to make everyone feel included in the gift thing.

��You fuckin’ sap.” He rolls his eyes, steadfastly ignoring the way his ears burn. It’s just fuckin’ sweet bread, Lockley, calm the fuck down. It’s sweet, is what it is. And thoughtful that he got some for each of them, rather than expecting them to share.

@detectivewoof

[normaltothemax]

Jake couldn’t help but give the cave a dubious look. It certainly wasn’t what he’d expected when Manny said they were going camping. Jake had never been. Could only imagine what it was like, based off of movies and TV. He’d known that it involved roughing it, sleeping in tents and cooking over a campfire, and he’d come to terms with that.

But this seemed entirely different. Jake hadn’t known that they were going to be roughing it roughing it. Sleeping on the ground in a tent already didn’t seem like it’d be that much of a fun time, seemed like it’d be hell on his back, and now they were doing it in a cave?

Jesucristo. ¿Qué diablos era su vida?

“Christ, you’re not pissin’ on a rock.” Ah, hell, they were going to have to do that at some point anyways, weren’t they? He could feel Marc laughing at him. “M’not worried ‘bout gettin’ eaten.”

69. Sparks - The Who || @normaltothemax manny and jake doing a hand hold--

“See? Told you it wasn’t far.”

Though perhaps he should’ve prepared the poor system a bit better for what a werewolf qualified as ‘camping’. Or the fact that he hadn’t really driven them in any particular direction, which for any sane person should probably be a red flag of some kind.

For Manny, it was a matter of following the senses to where would be ideal. Today’s senses seemed to bring him off to a cave, which was nice. And despite the desert, it seemed like plant life was finding a way with a number of colorful flowers and bushes.

“No predators out this far—except for me, so van and cave ‘ll be fine.” He nodded to himself, though a thought did come to mind… “If you’re not 100%, I could pee on a rock in the back.”