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bcolfanfic · 4 months ago

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I had to request this for clegan: ^ maybe it's the other way around, and they have to defend their partner from the parents themselves. left shocked that someone could treat their own child like that.

this is something i want to flesh out more if i ever actually write/publish fork in the road (the young vets au backstory bible) but since idk when or if that’s gonna happen let’s blurb it here for now <3 for those unfamiliar with military jargon- getting ‘tapped out’ is something that happens at basic training graduation. you’re all standing there in formation and can’t ‘break’ until your family/partner etc finds you and hugs you or something. typically if people don’t have anyone to tap them out a friend’s family member does it (: in terms of the yv au timeline- the bucks are *not* together at this point and gale still has marge back home. alongside a rapidly developing crush on his new friend from basic (: also gale is 21, bucky is 23/almost 24.

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fork in the road blurb / a young veterans au prologue snippet

Gale knew his father was drunk before he even realized he could smell it on him. Knew from how he grabbed his shoulder, calloused hand bunching the fabric of his uniform as he pulled him into what could best be described as an awkward side hug. He was mumbling something about how he was proud of him, his mother echoing the gibberish like everything was fine.

His stomach flipped over on itself, and he wished Marjorie’s flight hadn’t been cancelled.

“Really Gale, this is just wonderful.” His mother cooed as his dad stepped out of her way, wobbling. She brushed past him like she was purposefully trying to ignore the obvious, and Gale thought to himself how ridiculous the act was. She’d been with him all morning.

He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, biting on the inside of his cheek before he spoke.

“Why’d you let him show up like this?”

“There he is- Buck!”

John’s voice startled him and relieved him all at once. When he turned to find him he was weaving through people with his mother on his heels, grin as wide as it always was.

He pulled him into a hug before he said anything else- a hug much nicer than the one from his dad. John squeezed him twice before he pulled back, exhaling.

“We did it, whadya know?” He said with a laugh, and Gale couldn’t help but smile at him. Up until smelling the liquor on his father's breath the intent of the graduation pomp and circumstance had worked on him. Pride in himself that he wasn't sure he'd felt before made roots in his chest.

But it was short lived.

“Hey- who the hell is this?” His father interjected, taking a shaky step forward, gesturing between him and John with one hand. “The rumors about what you boys get up to without your girls around in these places true?”

The Texas sun bearing down on them was hot, but Gale’s face suddenly felt as though it was burning on its own accord.

He didn’t mean it- didn’t know, couldn’t know unless he’d developed osmosis powers you could only gather from the bottom of the bottle. But John’s face contorted, and Gale wanted to throw up.

“Dad.” He said helplessly, shaking his friend's touch off his arm. “You- you need to go sober up before they kick you out, don’t want them to do that,”

Begging made him feel pathetic- the way he could see John’s mom looking at his mom made him feel pathetic- everything about what was going on made him want to sit down on the asphalt and crack in a way that would be embarrassing for a shiny new solider.

He was trying so hard not to do exactly that that he didn't register his father stepping closer till there was spit flying in his face.

“Sober- sober up- the fuck did you just say to me?”

He was embarrassed. Always got like this- got angry when he was embarrassed. Gale swallowed, anger bubbling in his own chest when he looked at his mom for help and she looked away.

“Hey, let’s not make a scene here, yeah?”

John’s voice cutting through the noise made Gale flinch, and his primal urge was to shoo him away, get him out of this mess he surely didn’t need to be involving himself in.

But it was nice to be stood up for.

His father blinked at the taller boy, squinting at him.

“You his lawyer?”

John laughed, low and deep- and whatever fuzziness Gale had about being stood up for was replaced by a sense of dread. He was sure this was going to end in him getting backhanded, right here in the middle of the graduation festivities.

"Nah- nah," John started, putting both hands up with a small shrug. "Just don't think lettin' some tempers take away from the moment here is serving anyone."

Gale watched as his father scrunched his face up, exhaling through his nose, popping one finger knuckle in his hand. He didn't say anything, a small mercy- which gave his mother the opportunity to press into his side without getting scolded at. She was speaking quietly- something about how they should go back to the hotel room, and Gale just stood awkwardly.

You're a solider, he thought- trying to straighten his back. You're above this now.

Expecting some sort of farewell before they took off at least, it took him a moment to realize his parents had departed without one. They were there- he looked up to blink back the stinging in his eyes, and when he lowered his eyes again they were gone.

The stinging returned in their absence.

"Oh, honey,"

John's mother nudged past her son to get to him, glancing in the direction his parents must have gone in. There was a frown on her face, that she tried to mask when she turned to him." You come out with John and I, okay? Get lunch somewhere nice,"

"Somewhere air conditioned." John groaned, letting out a dramatic huff as he propped his elbow up on Gale shoulder. He was laughing, clearly trying to take Gale's mind somewhere else. But when his laugh faded and his mom was occupied trying to find a restaurant on her phone, his eyes softened.

Gale met his gaze for a moment before the pity he found there made him reel back and look at the ground.

John didn't falter, giving the back of his neck a light squeeze.

"Your dad's a piece of shit," He started, and Gale almost laughed at how sincerely he said such a string of words. "But don't let him ruin this for you, yeah?"

His fingers brushed against his chest as he brought his hand down to tap the top of the Cleven name tag affixed to his uniform, looking at him expectantly.

"Yeah," Gale said, with a hard swallow. "Yeah, I'll try."

#young vets au #buck x bucky #clegan

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starry-bi-sky · 6 months ago

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@ghostboidanny

I was thinking pre-Dani, but that's largely because I just don't pay her much mind lmao. I mean this lovingly, but she's a narrative deadweight in my eyes. But you're right, actually, it would be fun for her to show up a few months later and find out what happened to her brother-cousin-template. You didn't specify how late so I'm gonna be a little dramatic and say she shows up in Amity Park, finds the Fenton house missing, and seeks out Sam and Tucker to ask them where Danny is.

When she finds them they fill her in on everything, and she freaks out when they say that they haven't actually heard from Danny in months, not since he went into Vlad's custody. They thought Danny would contact them after news of him missing came out, but they haven't heard anything.

(This wasn't on purpose or anything, Danny's just been preoccupied living with Bruce)

Dani does the reckless thing and goes to sneak into Vlad's manor for clues. She doesn't find anything -- well, she finds where Danny's room is. Vlad obsessively kept it the same way Danny left it (albeit it had very parse few decorations besides the one Vlad put up), and then she sneaks into his lab.

She doesn't find much there either. Except for leftover remains of the blood blossom toxin, she immediately dumps it down the lab sink in there because that just sounds like trouble. She has a run-in with Vlad, has a confrontation with him that clearly reveals he's become increasingly unstable since Danny's disappearance, and books it out of there with only the knowledge that Danny was last seen in Gotham.

Gonna... skip over their reunion because frankly i dont have the brain energy to come up with how she finds him. But just know that she does and its a big ol reunion.

(throwaway idea where danny can't handle being around other ghosts either because their strong ectosignatures subconsciously agitates his own and as a result boosts the toxin)

Danny tells Ella an edited version of how he came into Bruce's care -- which up until they both have that 'are we family' convo, was both considered as a sort of unofficial witness protection. -- because Bruce's secret identity is not his to share, and if he didn't even tell Jazz about being Phantom then he's not telling Ella about Batman.

With this lack of context, Ella has a misconstrued view of Bruce. You're right, she probably wouldn't even if Danny keeps vetting Battinson and insisting that he's a good guy.

Ellie: You don't know if this guy is manipulating you, Danny! He could be evil, like Vlad!

Danny, once watched Bruce trip over his own cape and nearly eat gravel: Ellie, I love you. But you're wrong.

Ellie: he's a fruitloop.

Danny: Elle, "fruitloop" doesn't mean "weirdo rich person". That would make Sam a fruitloop. "Fuitloop" means "murderous, evil rich bastard with delusions of grandeur, and a sense of entitlement so big you couldn't see Jupiter around it."

Danny: honest to all things, look at Bruce and tell me that he has delusions of grandeur.

Ellie, watched Battinson scramble over a fence to get away from reporters:....okay. but i still don't trust him.

idk if she'd get adopted, but it takes her a hot minute to warm up to Bruce and actually trust him with Danny's safety. Which, speaking of, she's heartbroken over his illness and it's incredibly strange to see her once powerful, starbright older brother so... small. He used to be so full of life, and he still is now, there's just... an undercurrent of exhaustion now. In his smile, in his eyes.

The death of his parents, his "illness," living with Vlad, oh, and I just remembered he'd be scared of becoming like Dan too, it's all been weighing down on him. He's had a real shit couple of months, but it's all been getting better with Bruce's help, Ellie watches him brighten up around the guy.

She keeps a more "cousin" role in the family, visiting the manor whenever throughout the years.

Unfortunately I don't really have much to say about the idea of Dani being made after Danny runs away, but I like the idea too. She keeps a backseat role if she joins the family, or just isn't actively in the vigilantism at all. Just aware of it. Maybe she goes by "Harpy", short for the harpy eagle and their excellent eyesight because she's watching their backs. Danny calls her "Harps" for short.

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

#keep having an on-off idea of danny needing a cane whenever the toxin causes flare ups. since it's a cannibalistic toxin it tends to eat #at his muscles too. not just his blood. so he tends to get chronic pain. when that happens he benches himself. he's since learned that #if he tries to push through it he just ends up getting hurt more on patrol. it also means he relies more on speed and momentum/agility than #strength alone because the toxin makes it hard for him to keep any kind of bulk. he's very lean and willowy. disorientating his enemies is #one of his go-to tactics. it leaves him with an opening to get a good strike in.#i'm not sure if i'm going to actually add it in but it's something i'm very much thinking of even if its a throwaway branch idea

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tri-poke · 6 months ago

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They pack everything tight and manage to put in the sacks plenty more than they were sent to get. Even if some of it is perhaps a questionable trade. Zach isn't too sure that Orc alcohol will go over as well as whiskey would have but the rest should make up for it.

And down the hill they go after Gruiser douses her hearth fire and pats the door goodbye with what are clearly mixed feelings.

Gale decides that it is probably better to have Gruiser up behind Zach just to make sure no one gets dumb. "They all know how good a shot we both are. But someone might think your chivalrous and that you might not shoot for the risk but everyone also knows you're a quarter to the way as crazy as Cookie and would just yell shoot if you were a hostage."

So Gruiser awkwardly slings up behind Zach and tightens her green arms around him. Admitting sheepishly that she's never actually ridden a horse either, which somewhat explains the strength of her grip, there's also just that Zach is pretty sure that Gruiser is nearly as strong as a rex. For a moment he is surrounded by the smell of sweet fire smoke and a sharp clear smell like just after lightning has struck and then Demon Tooth gets some speed on her and the smell is whipped away to be replaced by the girl's excited laughter as they dash down the mountain side.

"I think your rexes may be faster than horses, too," she yells into the wind.

Gale shouts, "You ain't seen nothin yet. Come on Sweet Swift!" She kicks her spurs into the Rex's tough neck scales through the thick plumage of feathers to urge her on and the racing rex bolts down the hills in a fearsome display of speed, putting on a show of moaning at being so mistreated by being asked to run while carrying weight. What do they think? That she's a pack-rex?

Demon Tooth turns to eye Zach and then sneezes like a shrug and picks up speed herself but only enough to keep them in sight, refusing to do anything so hot-headed as run full out. Though she does treat Gruiser to one good leap, showing just what her huge back legs are capable of.

By the time they get to the drive, Gruiser is breathing like Zach remembers feeling the first time he ever got on a rex at a gallop.

Possibly more since they're riding toward a rolling dust storm full of monsters beyond her experience. Though there is the comfort at least of people waving to them as they approach.

Cookie slows the chuck wagon so that they'll meet at a stop and can switch the load like sane people at a stop.

Mundo also turns his rex, a large old pack gelding by the name of Unsung Troubles, off the point and around the Remuda, getting the old behemoth to snap threateningly at the unridden rexes to keep them in line instead of taking the move as permission to run helter-skelter any which way they can.

It's only as they're all meeting up that Cookie and Mr. Suver seem to catch on that there is more people coming back than left. Mr. Suver frowns, not quite sure what he's seeing yet but clearly not enamored of the idea of taking on a new hand he hasn't vetted. Cookie grabs out another cup of coffee... possibly as a threat with how thick and black she makes it, balancing all three in her hands as she sloops off the wagon bench. "Who you got there?"

Gale heels Sweet Swift up right before her father. "Now, Pa, I want you to hear us out before you make any mind up. See, we got some mixed news. And its complicated, see. You're gonna have to think it ALL through. Not just throw your hat at the first hook."

Mr. Suver grunts as Zach is slowing to join them. "Don't try to sweet talk me, girl. Your mother never taught you the art of it. What's complicated about getting some supplies?" He looks over at Zach. "Who talked who into what?"

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theshatteredrose · 2 years ago

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yknow, come to think of it... which race even IS egar? my first thought was earthlain, but during the event where you get the recipe for fishball soup, its mentioned that its a therian recipe passed down from guildmaster to guildmaster, plus there's the bit in the artbook of him apparently having a therian child at some point in development, so maaaaybe he's a therian??

Hmm, he works closely with the Earthlain royal family, however. So there's that. Although, that bucket helmet he wears could be somewhat accommodating for his therian features.

I like the idea of him being Earthlain and just adopting a therian child. Adopting any child who's parents were explorers, and said explorers had met an untimely end. Him just bringing home adopted children and his wife is 100% ok with it.

Previous guildmaster could be of any race, and perhaps the first guildmaster ever established was Therian.

There is also the possibility that he, himself, had been adopted by the previous guildmaster, who was Therian.

Let's also not overlook the fact that he could be half Earthlain, half Therian.

Heck, why not all of the above?

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So I did the events of Area Zero in Pokemon Violet and...I wasn’t ready.

Arveeeeeeen...

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There's been a lot of worrying news about floods in my feed today. Are you okay? Safe from the flooding? I really hope so!

Oh yes, everything's calm where I am, thankfully. It's actually quite hot today, so I'm getting a bit of laundry dry for a change! I'm located on a bit of a hill, so just need to watch out for water running downhill should the rain become torrential. From weather reports, I should have a couple more days of sunshine, which would be a nice change.

I also just got back from the vet. Nothing serious, just that my little girl is an adventurous brat who thinks she's bigger than she really is. I wish she was more like her brother; content to sit in the sunlight and meow for attention. But no, she has to continuously stick her nose into everything like a hyperactive child.

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Ok, so last night was fun.

About 5.30pm yesterday, my uncle fell off the roof of his single-story house and handed on concrete. But he was home alone at the time. He managed to phone his wife, but the message was garbled and all she could discern from him was he fell off the roof and there was a lot of blood. Not something anyone wants to hear, but especially someone who works in the medical profession. Unfortunately, she works 40mins away. She called her daughter to see if she could get there first.

And she does. Manages to get an ambulance and all’s good. Right?

Not exactly. Poor thing was in such a flap she either forgot to ask or was told and simply didn’t hear where they were taking him (he lives in the middle of nowhere in the country so numerous possibilities that are literal hours in any direction).

My aunt and cousin get to the hospital they thought he was at, only to find he’s not there. In fact, he’s not in the system. At all.

So, where the fuck was he?

That’s kinda where I was informed of everything. I had no idea above happened until I get a phone call from my mum basically stating, “Your uncle is missing, and no one can find him.” Literal what the fuck?

Mum is terrible at explaining things, jfc.

Took some time to get the above from her. But, like, he’s in an ambulance. How the fuck did he go missing? Unless he turned zombie, attacked the medics, and then wandered off into the scrub, he couldn’t be ‘missing’.

Apparently, he was.

Took three hours of ringing hospitals to learn that he wasn’t not even out in the country. He wasn’t in an ambulance. He was in a bloody helicopter being flown to Canberra hospital.

Turns out he was on his way to Wagga Wagga Hospital but had deteriorated in the ambulance, so they pulled into the nearest airstrip and called for the helicopter to fly him to Canberra.

Needless to say, he’s not in very good shape; bleeding on the brain and neck in a brace. Seems to have movement in his arms, though. They’re thinking of transferring him to Sydney, though.

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forgivenpunishment · 6 months ago

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@goldendivinewrath

Well, his hearing is back—kind of. Instead of silence, there is the loud ring of tinnitus replacing it. So he can't hear, but the sense is coming back, even if it's taking its Goddamn time. That one was the one he'd been afraid of losing the most.

Midvalley... Player... What an asshole. He can't wait for the day he gets to turn that noisemaker into scrap metal. See him make his noises then. Wait... what if it isn't just the instrument?

...Nah, it's gotta just be the instrument that does it.

Right?

Smug assassin aside, Wolfwood uses Vash to get to his feet. His vision is best compared to someone with really poor eyesight and thick glasses. He can see shapes close and far, but can't make out the details. If he squints he can get his near-sight back, but he has to squint hard.

Okay. Time to think logically.

"Interrogation isn't a bad idea, but you'd have to find the right one," Wolfwood projects, still taking advantage of the mental link, "If they're loyal, they'd sooner kill themselves than give you information—and believe me, they have the means. You find one that wants to defect... well... they might give you something, but you have to corner them first. Defecting means getting added to a hit list, which is what my job was. A lot of my work was killing these guys that defected after a job. You know, Punisher. Punishment. That thing."

Even if he wanted to hide this information, he... can't. The thoughts are already in his headspace, it's not like speaking, where he can vet what he says before he says it.

He also can't control the flash of a memory where he killed a grunt that actually took their mask off. Like it'd save them to make the Punisher think of the humanity of it.

It didn't.

That one stands out a little. There are several flashes where the grunts shoot to kill, riddle him with bullets—sometimes the Punisher would fall prone, dead.

Unfortunately just an act, thanks to those serums. Red vision, locked onto the enemy, hot lead from the Punisher, the weapon. Though, you couldn't really separate the two. Man, weapon... he was—is—both.

"Anyway, if you find a defector, they might respond with violence or just run. Time isn't on their side if they don't want to die. Also, I'm not sure how much they know, honestly. As far as I know, they're just given their jobs and are kept in the dark about everything else."

"If the Plant is still here in town, Knives—or whoever is in charge right now—will send his lapdog to come pick it up. Her up? Them up?" Wolfwood hates this whole... stream of consciousness thing. "Legato. Blue-hair, pompous, stick up his ass—gets off on misery. That whole steamer event—where everything that could go wrong did go wrong? That was him. Besides the bandits, anyway. Don't know what those guys were about."

He stretches his arm out and rolls his shoulder as his other hand pushes against it, which causes a sickening 'pop' sound.

"God, this fuckin' hurts. Why do I put up with this shit every day? Man..."

@forgivenpunishment

There's no extra concern initially, but Vash does get just the slightest bit worried when Wolfwood's touch lingers on his prosthetic hand for what feels like an extended period of time. Maybe it isn't, really; it's there to check, to assure that he is who he is and that everything's safe, but the delicate way the other man's fingers brush over his own repeatedly--

No, nope, not the time, thoughts locked away securely for some other point. He's so occupied with assuring himself that everything is really okay that the thought which launches straight from Wolfwood's head into the forefront of his own consciousness almost feels like it hits him with physical force. Maybe that's just going from zero to blushing in a frankly medically concerning way in a couple of seconds max.

Right, right, focus. The kiss idea was just an errant thought. Right? Yeah. He gets that, he understands that. He totally does not let himself think about that more than necessary. The relief that Wolfwood is indeed more or less okay is the best kind of distraction... even if there are some residual feelings that Vash tries very hard to ignore.

That much turns out to be easy when focus really and truly shifts. "Knives has already been here and left." He responds quietly. Confirmed by Midvalley. That tends to mean that he isn't lingering, that the has no further use for the place now that it's been used as a "warning". Or whatever he's doing. "Pretty sure your... friend there is long gone too. No sense in rushing out of here completely if you just need some time, right?" Not that he likes the idea of sitting around (or finding only empty buildings that should be full of life and people), but he likes the idea of risking more injury even less.

Vash huffs loudly after Wolfwood's fingers do a little bit more than just brush against his face, the audible sound of flesh meeting much worse than any actual pain. It's more funny than it actually hurts, and the offended noise bleeds into tight laughter much too easily as Vash tries and fails twice to grasp at the other man's hands before finally grabbing on gently, getting them to still. "Okay, okay, wait a second, relax--"

There's still time for that kiss. It's the slightest pause, barely a hesitation, wanting and tempted. But he also knows they're out in the open, and likely are being watched. By someone, somehow. It's an unpleasant reminder that spurs him into practical action rather than desire, properly helping Wolfwood to his feet but staying close. Holding most of the man's weird really isn't an issue, and if that's just an excuse to keep contact for a little while, well.

Not that there aren't other matters. "He... he left some of his people here. We could see if we can get anything out of them..?" He's not suggesting anything short of asking while he checks injuries, frankly. Even if they were fighting against each other, even if they're the enemy and Wolfwood still needs a bit to get his full bearings, Vash can't just ignore the injured.

#[who will you save; canon]#[i wanna drown in your wrath and fury; goldendivinewrath]#// don't worry about the gruesome death in his memories i'm sure it's just ketchup

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barnesand · 3 years ago

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bestie….am interested in roommate!bucky …..gimme 🤲🤲🤲

*cracks knuckles* about fucking TIME. LET'S GOOOO. I will preface this by saying I will absolutely write this in its entirety someday. But for now is here a drabble!

Warnings: mentions of sex and masturbating.

BASICALLY, I have thoughts and they're all underneath the keep reading line.

you were down on your luck. your last roommate didn’t quite check and left you hemorrhaging for cash after they left you high and dry with rent. you really didn’t wanna use craigslist, but here you are--filtering through the creeps even though you didn’t mention that you were a girl because that’s crazy.

then you stumbled on him. clean record. flying colors. hell, he even presented you with references. it was better than the other candidates and his only request was that he got to keep his cat (who was adorable, and honestly you liked cats.

you’d gone back and forth over email and texts, and you even had a phone call with him a couple of times, and it wasn’t until moving day (look, you were desperate, you needed someone and you vetted him well) that you actually met him and--

holy fucking shit he’s hot. that was going to be an issue--an issue for you, really. you could handle it; you can live with someone as hot as him. there had to be something wrong with him to counteract the hotness of him.

maybe he wouldn’t clean the dishes immediately after using them; maybe he would forget to empty the lint traps after using the dryer. there had to be something that gave you the peeves. something had to make him less attractive then he actually is.

....

..........

...............

alright it’s been two fucking months and there’s nothing about him that you find unattractive. that’s a problem.

he does the dishes right away. he empties the lint trap. he’s offered to do you laundry and also cleans the house unprovoked and all you want to do is jump his goddamn bones and it’s becoming an actual problem.

because you know he fucking sees it, too. he’s seen you catch your bottom lip between your teeth when he crosses the hallway from the bathroom to his room in nothing but a towel. he knows your breath catches a little bit when he walks around in just his boxers because the AC is broken, yet again. he knows that you’re into him--and, hell, he likes teasing you.

sometimes, he’ll get close to you when you’re cooking for the both of you. he’ll lean in real close and steal with wooden ladle to taste the sauce you’re making for one of your comfort dishes. sometimes he’ll lick the spoon clean, looking directly at you, flattening his tongue against it. cause he really wants you to know what that mouth does.

you’ll just watch and all bucky can do is laugh and ask “sorry, did you still wanna use that?”

and, honestly, you can dish it out just as well as he can. you know you can. but bucky is so fucking hot, that your skin is sweltering and you don’t have enough thought in your filthy, murky head to actually give it to him.

so you think about it; all day and night you think about what you want to do him, what you would say to him. and you think about it, hard. so much that your hand has become a sorry replacement for what you really want. You shove towels in-between the gap under the door because you don’t want him to hear you moan his name, whining into your favorite pillow as you plunge your fingers deep.

........ it’s been four months and you actually can’t take it. one night the teasing is too much. bucky’s getting ready to hang out with his friends and everything about him just breaks you. bucky dressed in leather does things to you, and the cologne he spritzed himself with lingers in your lungs. and when he leaves the apartment you don’t even bother going to your room.

you lean back into the couch as you touch yourself to the lingering fantasy that’s in your head; you think of bucky’s head between your legs, and his hands gripping your thighs and you moan so loudly it nearly echoes in the living room. you’re almost there, you can feel it vibrating all over your limbs, when the door opens.

bucky’s forgotten his keys. you’re too stunned to actually leave the room; you’re too embarrassed to even remove your hand from your fucking panties, and now you watch as bucky’s gaze lingers on the hand that dips beneath the elastic hem. there’s a heat that burns beneath his eyes, and he just drops his jacket on the floor.

you don’t say anything but he knows--he knows that you’re touching yourself while thinking of him. honestly, did you really think the towels would work to muffle your sound? bucky knows that you want him, and now you’ve just given him the opportunity to act on it.

and bucky just drops his jacket. drops everything in his hands because “the boys can fuckin’ hang out with me tomorrow.”

#( incoming message.)#( bucky barnes drabble. )#roommate!bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x yn #mcu fanfiction

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mayaflowerxs · 3 years ago

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STRAYKIDS AS PETS

(Hyung Line)

Pairing: skz x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: fluff. Lots of cute moments.

Synopsis: How you and skz member meet and how it’s been going ever since. (Only dogs or cats as pets)

Chan:

Definitely a Golden retriever. You found Chan late at night, you and your ex boyfriend had gotten into a massive fight and you ran out the house to get a fresh breath of air. While you were walking, the sun had gone down and you ended up at the park. No longer feeling safe to stay out, you also didn’t want to go back to your ex’s place. As you bring your phone out to call your best friend, you kept looking around. Goosebumps trailing up your arm as the chilly wind blew by you. “Hey y/bsf/n, Me and him got in a fight again. I’m at the park and it’s really dark, come pick me up please?” While you were on the phone, you hadn’t realized the Golden dog start approaching you from behind. He had smelled you the second you stepped foot onto the premises. He’s been eating the scraps the kids leave by the tables. Seeing & smelling you intrigued him and he couldn’t help but want to get near you. “Thank you so much! Alright see you then.” As you hanged up, it had started to get pitched black, only the distant light of your neighborhood can be seen.

As you go to turn on the flash, it had flashed onto Chan. Squealing you fall off the bench and flat on your butt. Wincing as the sharp rocks scraped your palm. Chan immediately whines as he didn’t mean to hurt and scare you. With his nose, he nudged your palm for you to open it. Wanting to see how bad your injury was. “It’s alright buddy, see? No blood.” Chan breathes out, the sudden worry slowly dissolving. “You’re pretty cute.” You say as you go to pat his head. Chan couldn’t help but wag his tail, immediately feeling a strong connection between you and him. You knew you couldn’t leave Chan there and when there was no tag you knew you had to take him home. When your best friend came to pick you up, you guys went to the vet which was pretty hard since most of the ones near you were closed. No chip. Chan panicked when you put him back inside the car and started going to the route your best friend takes to get to her place. Not realizing that it was also the route the pound ends up at. Chan felt a strong wave of ptsd washing in and started whining. Barking and scratching the door. “What’s wrong buddy?” Howling as he nuzzled his nose in your neck, in a way begging you not to take him to the pound. That never happened. Now a year later you were in your small apartment with Chan. His bright blue diamond collar around him with his name shined brightly on it. Absolutely loves the time he has spent with you. Everyday is a blessing for him, he’s the comfort you always needed. When you wake up, he immediately gets up as well. When you go to work, he walks you to the door. Looking through the window until you drive out of your parking spot. Spotting you even when you guys are on the third floor. Making sure to park somewhere in his view, the last time you didn’t. You got a complaint about a barking dog 5 minutes after you drove off. When you’re sick, he uses his body heat to keep you warm. When you sleep he makes sure to not make as much noise to not wake you. 250/10 best boy.

Minho:

He’d be a Siamese cat. Now, now. Minho was actually a stray when you found him. His mother got killed by a coyote and his siblings were caught in a fire. He was the only one who survived and he was pretty traumatized, he was always wary with his surroundings and anyone really. Never trusted anyone or anything. When a pack of dogs started chasing him, usually he would fend for himself but given that he was outnumbered and had little to no energy. He used all that he had to run to the nearest house. Fitting himself through the small fence hole as the dogs barked at him. Baring their teeth at him, running inside the small vent the house had that led under the house. Staying there until he was sure no dogs were around. Feeling so tired, he had fallen asleep. He woke up when the slam of a car door was in his ear shot. Smelling the scent of chicken, he peaked his head out and saw you holding a bag of KFC, (if you don’t eat chicken or like KFC then imagine something else haha) His stomach grumbled as he licked his lips.

It’s been almost two days since the last time he had eaten. The rats he had caught had diseases and he really didn’t want to deal with infected rats much less, eat them. As you enter your house, you were engulfed by the hot heat pent up in your house. Opening the windows to let out the hot air and in the cool air, Minho slowly crawled out of his hideout. Peaking his head out to see inside your house. Instantly spotting the bag filled with the delicious chicken he craved dearly. He had a plan, while you were in the room. He’d go in, grab a wing and rush out. But it only backfired when he got in and got carried away by the great smell of the food. Not realizing you had closed the door and windows once cool air got in. Making your way over to the kitchen. Not even hearing your footsteps, he jumps when he hears your voice. Dropping the chicken in his mouth. “Uh...hi.” He hisses at you. Your guys first interaction was a mess. He hissed and threw his paw (with claws out & everything) at you. When you let him out, he quickly ran out. Running until he wasn’t near the house anymore. When he came to a stop, he felt this lonesome feeling in the pit of his stomach. The soft voice of yours ringing in his ear. He felt bad, you were being nothing but nice but he returned your niceness with hisses and scratches. By the next morning, you open your door to get your mail when you see him sleeping on your patio. After 5 months, he was officially named Minho. His grey collar around his neck with your address imprinted on it. Spending most of his time annoying the heck out of you. But you still love him. Sometimes his tree tower gets boring so he results in napping on your lap. When you’re not home he looks out the window. Smirking at the dogs who previously chased him. They’re the same stray dogs running around like wild animals while he had a home. He has amazing food, his water is always cleaned along with a litter box how cool is that?! And he has the best human to love him even when he was cold hearted to them at first. He really was glad that piece of chicken brought him a great home and human.

Changbin:

He’s a Rottweiler for sure. He met you at a dog park, his owner was a 7 year old girl. Terrible owner, she was in a family of seven. Four siblings who were very irresponsible and very ignorant. Poor parents, they were too nice which the kids took advantage of. While the youngest of the family was busy brushing Changbin’s thin fur very aggressively, he looked out to the other dogs. Wishing he was running around freely, ironic how they came to the dog park so he can run around freely and yet he still feels the same way as he always does when he’s back at home, encaged. Trapped. As he was looking at the other dogs, he saw one in particular walk in. Jumping in excitement as it’s tail wagged and looked up at its owner. When looking in the direction the dog was staring at. He froze in his spot. The most beautiful human stood there. As if an angel had appeared before him. Like his inner wild animal had just screamed, ‘MINE’ you really were one of a kind. He didn’t know what to do, but what he did know is that if anyone was going to keep wasting more of his time, it definitely would be you. The little girl got distracted when her mother had called her name. Using this distraction, he got up and jogged his way over. The male dog you came with had ran off in joy. As you were sat on the bench and smiling as Seungmin had joined his usually park pal, Felix. You didn’t realize Changbin had made his way over to you until he sat down in front of you.

“Oh! Hello there! Aren’t you a cutie?” You say as you scratch his chin. Changbin felt his heart flutter, getting up from his spot as he got closer to you. Nuzzling his head over your legs. He didn’t know what came over him, it was wrong. Especially when the human he felt so fondly of already had a pet. Changbin smelled the scent Seungmin left on you, he did all that he can to not growl at the thought of another dog scenting you. He knew that if Seungmin were to find out he would definitely not react nicely to a random dog scenting his human. But he couldn’t stop himself, he wanted you. He wanted to go home with you. Heck, he wanted to befriend Seungmin as well and become one big family. One could only imagine. But things did go for the better. Changbin spent most of his time with you and when you had to leave. You saw the family that pertained to Changbin. Seeing how annoyed the older kids looked and how much the parents weren’t doing anything to keep them from giving attitudes to the dogs that ran past them. You had enough when you saw the girl start tugging on Changbin’s collar practically choking him. Hearing his whines broke your heart. Walking over you got the attention of the parents. “That’s no way to let your daughter treat your dog like that. Don’t you see how much he’s hurting?” The parents already looked frustrated enough that their kids were being brats. The youngest started throwing a fit about how she can’t do anything right. Finally the father had enough and exploded. “You guys are all ungrateful! If this is how you guys are with him then you guys don’t deserve him.” Grabbing his lease and clipping it on his collar he walks over and hands it to you. “Keep him, please. He already looks happier with you, I know you’ll do a better job than we can ever do.” Walking off with his family. You stood there bewildered. Mouth agape, but to Changbin he was thrilled. Tail wagging as his mouth was wide, tongue out in content. Looking up at you with adoration. In the distance, Seungmin and Felix looked at the scene before them. A confused Min wondering what the hell had happened. Adjusting was a bit difficult for Changbin. Don’t get me wrong he loved every second with you but because he scented you over the scent Seungmin left on you. He didn’t exactly have a nice bond with Min. He couldn’t be in the same place as Min without him huffing and walking away. Over time, they had gotten closer. Getting used to the fact that they were now sharing their beloved human. Having the same interests, hobbies, and the number one common thing they shared of them all. The love they have for you. Very protective boy. Now when you guys go back to the dog park, he also befriended Felix. But after a while, he runs back to you and sits by your side. Glaring at any dog who dares get a bit too close to you. Nudging your leg when you scold him for being mean to the other dogs. Looking up at you with puppy eyes as a way for you to forgive him. You can’t resist his eyes and blow a kiss at him as you coo at his adorable self. ‘My human’ he thinks. The flutter in his heart still present.

Hyunjin:

He would be a Norwegian Forest Cat. In all honesty, Hyunjin hated your guts. He didn’t know why. Well actually he did. You see he was your grandmother’s baby boy. He was like her child and let’s just say he was SPOILED. You and your family are pretty wealthy. Most of your cousins grew up to be brats and think just because they have money they get to act however they wanted. Your mother although didn’t want anything to do with the family. Ashamed at how her siblings acted and how that affected their kids. The only family member she kept in touch was your grandmother who she loved dearly. Hyunjin had to face your cousins countless of times. They were either brats and hated his presence or wanted to break and shred his bubble and hug the daylights out of him. Either way, they never treated him properly. All the pampering the maids gave him each morning which was brush his hair, put him his nice outfit for the day. Give him a message and more, all went out the window once your cousins came to treat his relaxing day a living hell. So when you came to visit he only assumed you to be just like them. But your grandmother had fallen very ill. So he couldn’t worry too much about your presence, his only concern was his mama. That was until she passed away. He was devastated when he woke up and she didn’t. And if things couldn’t get worse, the day you visited was the day your grandmother had you promise to take care of her little Jinnie for her. You couldn’t say no to her.

But you were running out of ways to get Hyunjin to like you. Or to at least not to scratch the soul out of you. Not only was he grieving for your grandmother but he had to put up with what he thought was one of the many annoying bratty grand children. In the end, you gave up in making amends with him so you kept your distance. You couldn’t give him up and even if he hated you, you made a promise and you were going to stick to it. You tried to stay out of his way most of the time. Waking up early before he did, you cleaned his water and gave him his food. The fancy kind because your grandmother believed a ‘good’ boy like him deserved more than regular dry food. The money your grandmother had left, was given to you and a portion to Hyunjin as well. It was enough to not have you work for the rest of your life but that wasn’t you. You didn’t want to stop doing what you wanted to pursue simply because of money. You still wanted to go out and do what you loved. So yeah, you kept busy. And when you got a promotion, you had less time spent at home. Hyunjin should’ve been glad. Well, he was. That was until he heard you outside. Peaking through the window he saw you crouched down. Helping a stray cat who pretended to look very ill. Cooing at them, you fed them the last bit of your lunch. Rubbing their back as they purred. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. Why were you petting some random cat and not him? You were barely home and now that you are, all the attention is onto a damn cat that doesn’t live here. He knows it was wrong to think this way but he couldn’t help it. You weren’t the annoying brat he thought you were. You were this sweet angel that did nothing but try to make him feel as safe and comfortable as possible. When you entered the house, he felt himself frown when you completely ignored him standing by the door. You didn’t realize this but for the remainder of the day, wherever you went he sorta trailed behind you. Still keeping a distance. When you laid down on your bed, you heard his little meow just as he jumped on the bed. You stopped whatever you were doing and looked at him. Waiting for a hiss or bite about to strike at you. But it never came, instead he lend out a paw on your arm. No claws clawing your arm. Only the soft fur & pad touching your arm. Inching closer and closer, he climbed on top of you and laid there. You smiled softly at him. Hesitant, but pet his head softly. His tail wagging a bit as he took a nap on your chest. Maybe living with you wasn’t so bad. He still smelled the scent on that other cat so he didn’t forget in stretching so far out that every inch of your chest, stomach and neck got covered in his scent. That atta show that stray to stay away from his human.

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz fluff #skz #skz hyunjin #skz scenarios #skz smut #lee minho #bang chan #lee felix #kim seungmim #han jisung #jeongin #seo changbin #hyunjin #skz imagines

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beabaseball · 3 years ago

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how many cats do you have what are their names what do they look like how many are little bastards???? cats are Too Good

Oh my god anon I hope you're ready for a long fucking post because right now we have 11-12 cats

Everyone but Luci, Fievel, and Junebug (who is our barn cat and who I dont have any pics of atm) are in some way bastard. So 9/12 score.

This is Rosie. She is one of the older cats now and was born in our barn. She's very smart but also unfortunately the current Queen. Reson for bastardry: picks fights to maintain pecking order, thinks that to win playtime you have to attack the hand holding the toy/does not believe in plato's allegory of the cave.

This is Aphid. Shes rosie's sister and recently went deaf, which was very frightening for her for a while but now she's not scared of the vacuum anymore so maybe this was a win. Reason for bastardry: Recently she didn't react at all to me mistaking her nipple for a tick, pulling her nipple, leading me to believe it was a deeply imbeded deer tick, and I became that customer from the "ma'am doesnt your husband have nipples??" vid.

Fievel, named after the mouse that got separated from its family, because we found Fievel a full day after all their siblings. She is very shy and also attracted to ears and will try to eat your hair once she's comfortable with you. Nonbinary cat?? Reason for bastardry: not a bastard.

The twins!!! We've joked about twin cats but these two are actually fucking weird okay. We tried to adopt them out with the other kittens I picked up at the cave but these two were a bonded pair and we couldn't find anyone to take them together.

Upper cat: Luci. Short for Lucifer, because he never figured out how to retract his claws. Ironically, is the only good cat in this house.

Lower cat: Smokey. He is a little bit fluffier than Luci and knows how to pull his claws in. He is also a huge bastard and 0 repentence. Reason for bastardry: pees in containers. Not on the floor!! Just containers. Like the dog bowls. Wants to put his paw on my face.

Susie (with luci in the background). This is Mom's Cat, because previously Susie thought everything in the world but mom was out to murder her, including me, who has known her literally her whole life. It took literal years for her to accept she liked petted. I say this with love: something mentally didnt happen in this cat, and only This Year after not murdering her when she needed to go to the emergency vet did we have a breakthrough. Reason for bastardry: pees on things she wants removed. Unfortunately, it works, reinforcing this behavior.

This is BC. it stands for "black cat", because when we got him we were running out of names. He has so many issues but has recently stopped thinking we are trying to steal his blanket when we try to shift blankets under him. Reason for bastardry: picks fights with literally everyone, for no clear reason. Stinky.

Trying to keep under the tumblr image limit, these four helpfully are cuddling. Right to left

Jane (has orange on her forehead): Fievel and Susie's extroverted sister. She is very cute and appears to know it. Reason for bastardry: a serial killer who admires the Stephen's Island Wren cat.

Max (orange cat): You know that post about how all cats are autistic? this one may in fact be the cat version of autistic. Has so many sensory issues, but has recently agreed to cuddling with humans. Obsessed with bringing socks downstairs. Once they're downstairs he doesnt care anymore. Reason for bastardry: normally is a good boy but suddenly will pee in corners and chase other cats. Sock theif!!!!

Oscar (gray tabby): named after the hot dog. The oldest cat currently. Wishes he was a mom very much but also hates new cats so it's a weird ride bringing kittens home. Probably has a neurological thing but we dont know what it is specifically, only that he Cannot Learn and the other cats tolerate the same behavior from him more than they do from others. Snuggle monster. Reason for bastardry: Steals my food!!!! Destroyed all chances for trainability in this house, because if the other cats see oscar is doing something, they can do it too, right?

Wobble (gray cat) : was picked up with our barn cat June, who was desperately trying to escape Wobble's company. Has probably mild cerebellar hypoplasia. She wobbles when she walks. No sense of personal space. Is the only one who can apparently communicate with Oscar, because they are both on the same wavelength. Nothing is going in behind those eyes but threatening elevator music.

Reason for bastardry: innumerable.

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bleekay · 7 months ago

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sorry....... i just need this ok

so a week ago woody got an allergy shot. he's been acting strange for the past week, then the past 2 days has been sick. like. shivering, whimpering, doesn't wanna eat, running hot (altho we dont have anything to check his temp), lethargic, just overall not a happy boy. not feeling good. he seems to be protecting his belly. i start keeping track if he's pooped, he didn't yesterday but did this morning, so no blockage, but the poop was hard so probably has been constipated. but i don't think thats all right. because he's got a lipoma on his right hip/leg, usually squishy soft, and now it's got a little hard spot in it. i'm not freaking out abt cancer because this has happened once before after a rabies vax. the tech that gave him the shot nicked the lipoma and pushed some of the shot into it. made him super sick for like a week but he recovered. his lipoma was hard for like 2 months after that. then it became squishy again. so now, all of a sudden after a shot it's hard again? i'm like. i bet they put the shot in it. like i dont wanna go in guns blazing right. so i call the vets office and im like "hey so do you have on his file what location on his body he got the shot in?" and they say right back leg. i'm like. "yeah. i thought so. the boy hasnt been feeling good and we think its because of this shot being put into his lipoma so could you fit us in today to check up on him" and OUR vet isnt there but another vet is. usually i'd be like. hell no i'll wait for our vet thanks. but like he's not feeling good so i'm like fine whatever. called 8am got an appt for 4:30pm.

he starts feeling a little better today. he ate breakfast, although i made just like. mush out of his wet food, some canned pumpkin, and unsalted chicken broth. he's moving around a bit more. still slow, still careful and lethargic, but visibly better. so i take him in, tell the vet tech what's going on, tell her i'm like pretty certain it was this shot, and maybe some constipation. he's doing a bit better. maybe we could use some pain meds and a tummy med. actual vet comes in and i'm like. immediately feeling off bc i feel like i recognize them. we put woody up for his exam, they spend about 45 seconds palpating him and asking questions, he's clearly uncomfortable and nervous, trying to get away from them and into my arms. they say this moving away from them while they're trying to palpate his back is a sign that he's got back pain and that's the reason for everything. the hunching and tail tucking and shivering and whimpering is cause he's got an issue with his back. guys. he was pulling away from them quite clearly because he did not want a stranger touching him, not because they were touching a sore spot. they fully determined in less than a minute that he has Back Pain and so we should put him on a muscle relaxer and gabapentin. ignored my entire thing about him protecting his belly, about his lipoma getting hard because of the shot, in fact at first argued with me about like "oh they usually give the shot here on this side so they wouldnt have done that" i was like "i literally called and asked where they gave the shot and they pulled up his record and told me it was the right back leg. where his lipoma is." and they were like "well it wouldnt affect him even if it did, it just goes under his skin" like dude you are not listening to me. one week ago we brought him in and he was FINE. and then he got a shot, in the side where his lipoma is, a lipoma which now has a hard spot in it, and he's been sick. do you see the progression??? do you????

vet left the room and i immediately texted my mom about it and she was like "????? he does NOT have back pain what" so im like. no way im gonna buy expensive meds for this problem that he doesn't have. and there was just something. Something. about this vet that instantly reminded me of the vet jessie saw shortly before she died.

ok so. rewind. back to a couple years ago. jessie has been uncoordinated. she's having mobility issues. she's having episodes of twitching, little spasms all over her body. she seems coherent, but uncomfortable and unhappy. we take her to the vet to see what's going on. the vet comes in, does the exam, does a blood draw to run a full panel. this vet tells me they suspect. that jessie has. (wait for it.) back problems. jessie has back problems which are causing all these symptoms. get a call a couple days later from this vet, "everything looks fine on the blood test!" i say "ok great please send me a copy of the report" and they go "oh ok, just so you know, there's one thing off on the panel, the blood sugar is really low, but that's just an artifact, someone left the sample out too long before testing it happens all the time, so there's nothing to worry about"

guys. this is that vet. this is that same vet. i didn't recognize the name, but the face. i recognized the face. i came home to check the records, and it was the same vet telling me today that woody has back problems that told me two years ago that jessie had back problems.

so. with that in mind. jessie died about a month and a half after that vet visit. from severe chronic hypoglycemia. you know. the low blood sugar that showed up on the blood test that was "nothing to worry about."

god i wish i had known i wish so fucking badly i had known to just. ask for another check on her sugar levels. but i didn't. so i kept treating her for nerve issues in her back, potential neurological symptoms, because this vet decided that her blood sugar levels meant nothing on the blood test.

so. you know. did not buy the meds for woody today. do not believe this person even a tiny bit. did my own palpation with his back multiple times with zero indication of any pain response.

i'm. i'm so furious you dont even fucking know. the absolute trauma that was just dug up by me taking my sick dog to see the same vet who absolutely fucked over my other dog by not giving a shit.

like. listen. im fully aware that jessie's issues were not fixable. the emergency vet that we took her to on her last days of life said there was a high probability based on her sugar and insulin levels was that she had an insulinoma, which also likely wouldn't have been operable. shit, even if it were, we would have never been able to afford the surgery or subsequent radiation and chemo. but jesus fucking christ they knew!!! they knew her blood sugar levels were dangerously low on that blood test 6 weeks earlier, and we could have at least mitigated it in the short term, could have made her life a little easier toward the end. could have even. fucking. planned for a gentle euthanasia. instead she had multiple violent terrifying grand mal seizures. i held her in the car through more. by the time we actually got to the er vet my arms were trembling from holding her through ten fucking full body seizures in the car.

im. im crying rn hold on.

the thing is im so so angry that she could have been given a gentle end to her life and she didn't get that. when they called us in to put her down, because she couldn't stop seizing if they didn't have her on a constant IV with sugar, she looked ragged. she looked sick. she was nervous and tired. she wasn't herself. she had lost something through all those seizures.

and now. like. i never expected to see this vet again right. i wasn't gonna ever confront them. its just. happenstance they ended up where i was going. not only was this visit today sucky because i put woody through this for nothing but also. worse fucking throwback in the world. god, idc if they mean well, idc if they're doing their job, they fucking suck and i hate them. and i put so much of the blame for how jessie went out. on this one person. who could have saved jessie so much pain.

today hasn't been great.

oh i’m fuming i’m fuming and laughing what a pointless fucking vet visit

#pet death mention #katze is like putting her paw on me rn for comfort #dogs are so good

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bcolfanfic · 7 months ago

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young vets au - robert no rizz rosie rosenthal headcanons (a collaboration with @swifty-fox)

stays active duty in the air force for a smidge longer than the other guys and almost goes down the JAG path but realizing he likes his law interest separate from the military is what kinda pushes him towards wanting to just go back to practicing law "normally".

moves to upstate new york, settles back in and makes a nice lil quiet life for himself. outside of work he likes watching birds and is a lil (a lot) nerdy- bless him. he's a good man savannah!!! a good man!!

the guys are always texting him pics of birds like hey. what is this.

adopts as a single dad which he will say over and over and over was the single best decision he ever made in his time on earth.

that little girl is his whole world plus some and he just adores her. since it's just the two of them they're super close. for not being his biologically, she's just about his clone.

his bird watching buddy, his best friend <3

but he does kinda wish it wasn't *just* the two of them sometimes. feels like he's gonna be the last one standing of the guys finding someone and settling down. (outside of demarco. he'll bring a new girl to every reunion until the end of time. it is what it is)

the guys try to set him up with women they know, friends, friends of friends, cousins etc

it doesn't go well, well.

he's attractive and a sweet man- it's just that he opens his mouth and...

"we should start telling these girls he's mute so he has a better shot at at least getting his dick wet" - demarco, to the "The Bachelor Rosenthal Edition" group chat one night

he's a good sport about things but it does get to him when he thinks about it for too long

is on the phone with curt one night and gets a little choked up talking about how he doesn't understand why he can't click with anyone like that, that he feels broken and like there's something wrong with him.

in his comforting him- curt's third eye flies open. takes him a hot minute to figure out how he's supposed to bring this up without freaking him out, but he gets there.

"'m gonna say something and you aren't gonna freak out on me, alright? have y'- have you considered that maybe it's not you, it's that they're y'know, women?"

no, rosie hadn't considered that.

after a longer come to jesus talk he agrees to let curt set him up with one of his buddies with the promise that curt will fill him in on everything first.

thinks curt is onto something with that earlier question, but he's a sweetheart and doesn't want to hurt this guy if they are wrong here.

and it ends up going, unlike every other date he's been on, good.

curt's friend, aiden, is a little nerdy too. thinks rosie is just darling and is happy to listen to him yap about his job, bird watching and the air force and his daughter.

the group chat is popping bottles when it hits 11pm and none of them have heard from him about how it went yet.

few things in curt's life have made him feel more like a mastermind than when rosie eventually does touch base with him the next day.

"so y' got laid??"

"well uh- no, i uh, y'know, shotoffalittleearly."

curt loves him and doesn't wanna laugh at him but can't help it bc he just finds this whole thing so endearing LOL. tells him he's glad he had fun, he has time to work on well-

rosie doesn't let him finish that sentence.

which is ironic when he does end up texting curt (and bucky) with some uh questions about things that he didn't really want to google.

things with curt's buddy work out long term. rosie loves him, the guy loves rosie and more importantly, he adores his daughter. funny how life works out.

***they work out but their first fight rosie thinks its the end of everything even though it was over something super menial. texts curt to be like thanks for the set up/sorry i ruined it and curt is like buddy. he's been texting me asking if i can get you to talk to him. take a deep breath please.

#young vets au #masters of the air #rosie rosenthal #robert rosenthal #rosie x aiden

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killerskillercaptain · 3 years ago

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Forget Me Not - part I

this work is based on this request

pairing : levi ackerman x reader

wc 1,8 k +

themes : reincarnation au, canonverse to modern au, Levi and Reader both reincarnate in modern au, Levi remembers his past life, reader does not.

warnings : lots of angst, death of reader, cursing.

You dragged your blades along the flesh of another titan's neck, tearing through it just enough to kill the giant. You watched the titan fall and crash while you landed on the ground using your ODM gear.

"Shit !" you muttered a bit panicked

Those were your last usable blades, all of the others already broke and the remaining ones were too damaged, weathered by the long and repetitive moves.

You looked around you, there were so many soldiers dead, their bodies lying flat on the ground, but you couldn't spot a single blade fit for use near any of the corpses, all of their swords had either been snapped in half, crushed or are still planted on the giant bodies trying to eat you alive.

Never had a battle been so demanding and tiresome, you don't recall seing a mission this gruesome, and you were a vet ! If there was a hell on earth, this would be it. Even the weather wasn't in your favor; it was raining blood, the air was filled with a repugnant smell that you soldiers were all too familiar with, the smell of titans body fluids and body parts rotting not far away from you. All of this was bearable you thought, grown accustomed to, what was never tolerable was the cries of your comrades getting eaten alive. The sound of their bodies crushed or getting bitten sounded new each time. It was strange, there was all this killing going on, all these horrible deaths happening right now, the rain and the muffled sounds of bones being crushed at the palms of faith, and some last words you could barely comprehend, but strangely enough, time seemed to stop for you, everything around you began to become distant and you could feel what resembled a calmness inside the turmoil inside of you. What was this odd feeling you thought, looking down at your hands, you observed the spoilt blades of your two swords, your hands weren't shaking anymore, and you found yourself in a bizarre state of apathy.

Did you accept your nearing death ? Were you going to stop fighting and let today be your last ? What could you do ? There were still more titans than soldiers, you were on your knees, incapable of making them move, even if there was a blade you could use on a body somewhere, you wouldn't be able to reach it without getting in the visual field of a titan, it would be like rushing to your death. You were stuck, your years of experience had taught you to assess quickly and effectively situations, and you knew you couldn't kill or save now, you could only run for your life, an option you couldn't bring yourself to do, maybe someone will come, someone with reinforcement and equipment.

You couldn't desert a battlefield. Looking up at the sky, you closed your eyes, cancealing the horrors of your surroundings, you prayed for one person to show up, only one person could make a way out of this hopeless situation.

Eyes still closed, you thought about Levi Ackerman, you wondered where he could be right now, you thought about the way he methodically does his job, nice and clean, no one being able to match his skills, you thought about how much he hated casualties and pointless deaths. As foolish and frivolous it was, you thought about his jet black hair and the way it would fall on his face while he escapes from a titan's grip, how his jaw clenches when he's faced with a particularly bothersome specimen, you weren't aware you picked up on those things until now, not to forget how his body spins, like a dancer in a deadly ballet. You also thought about how he always kept an eye on you every time you were together on a field, his eyes always trying to locate you somehow, you caught him so many times throwing worried glances at you, especially in dangerous situations, more than any other of his comrades. Did it mean anything ? You never thought about it that way, come to think of it, you never knew what Levi Ackerman thought of you, were you just a another comrade to him or someone more important ? Those questions were going to stay unanswered. All those times you caught him eyeing you, overprotecting you, asking you if you ate, slept, rested at the most random of occasions.

And him ? Did he know what you thought of him ?

You felt the ground tremble underneath you all of a sudden, you looked beside you and you saw a giant human-like feet, its nails extremely dirty, a long and deep cut carving an opening at its ankle, leaving the insides completely visible. When did you get accustomed to such disgusting sights ? The titan bent over, watching your form, you were looking up at him now.

He has a friendly face you thought.

You pictured Levi in your head, for maybe what you thought was your last moment. He hated futile losses.

"Don't you dare die on me" he always said.

An ear piercing sound blew out of nowhere and a black signal tore the sky apart. You saw a small figure jump from tree to tree using an ODM gear, you didn't recognize who it was until the silhouette landed next to you, only inches away. Blood and rain on his face, Levi pulled you up by your underarm.

"GET UP ! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?

"I don't- i don't know what had gotten into me Levi"

"I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT MOVE IT"

He let go of your arm and grabbed you by the collar of your cape and forced you to stand on your now shaky legs.

"I'm out of gas Levi"

"What ?"

If you've never seen Levi panic, you did now. His eyes darted around frenetically, from the titans to the dead bodies then back to you again. He was grabbing you by the arm again, you could feel his long fingers digging into your forearm, he was tense and panicking. Panicking because both of you didn't have horses, but mostly because he had only one gas bottle left.

Levi looked down, trying to asses the situation and come with a plan for both of you to shun the titans and get out safely while having just enough gas for one person. Feeling a hot puff on the top of your heads you both looked up just in time to see two big eyes and a large mouth ready to chop both of your heads off, Levi shot his grapple hooks and pulled you by the waist with him, you escaped this one, but he couldn't guarantee the others, this situation couldn't go one he thought. You landed far enough to be out of reach from the titan who just attacked you, but you could already spot two blonde abnormals noticing you and coming for you. Levi quickly grabbed his gas container and detached it from his gear.

"Here ! Take it ! This should be enough for you to escape far from titan territory !" Levi shouted under the heavy cascade of rain.

"What ? No !"

"Don't be fucking stupid ! Take it ! I can manage to escape without it somehow ! Forget about completing the mission ! We retreat NOW !"

You reached for the container and placed it on your own gear before standing up. One of the abnormal had come so close now you could see the veins on his ridiculously large stomach. Levi grabbed your arm one last time "I'm going to shot my hooks at the nearest tree, i'm gonna distract this one so you can escape ! You take the opposite direction"

You nodded while the ground shook harder now that the titan was in front of you, his gigantic form casting its shadow over you. You actioned your hand grips, your hooks flew right into a tree in the opposite direction of where Levi went, you prepared yourself to use the gas to speed up.

Levi thinking the titan would naturally follow him instead, landed on a giant oak before turning around. His face darkened as soon as his eyes landed on you. You were struggling to get past the titan who was still chasing you and ignoring Levi, how come you weren't moving fast, the amount of gas should have been enough.

Levi's felt his heart stop and sink down his stomach, he instinctively reached behind him and pulled up the container he still had.

It was full.

He had given you the wrong gas container.

He mixed them up and gave you the empty one.

That's why you were so slow, too slow.

Too late.

Looking up, afflicted, he launched forward screaming your name, but it was in vain and he knew it. He couldn't take his eyes off your small figure getting picked up by a giant human hand who didn't have the any struggle catching up with you.

You think you heard him scream

You think you heard him scream your name

You're not sure, but you think you heard him slash the titan's fingers and landing with you on the ground, the titan's blood pouring down on both of you, hot and sticking.

For a moment, you thought you were going to make it, but you got suddenly conscious of the grotesque laceration on your lower abdomen and knew that this was it. You weren't going to make it.

An indescribable pain, a man's cry of misery, and cold blood running through your veins, you watched your vision go black, and for a split of second, the feeling of falling down an immense pit was all you could think of, the voice of Levi's cries resonating against the walls of what you assumed was your consciousness.

"I'm sorry ! I'm so sorry !" "Forgive me !"

***

When you opened your eyes, the sunlight blasting through a nearby window blasted your vision, when your eyes adjusted to the lightening, you realized you were in a room painted with an immaculate white.

How did you get in this hospital room ?

Wait, how did you know this was a hospital room ?

Because it looks familiar

You tried to recall anything prior to this instant, but you couldn't. Your mind was blank, you grabbed your head with your two hands, how come your memory was so blank ?

Outside of the building, you could hear chanting ambulances and honking cars in the distance, making your head throb painfully. You looked at your right, a bed table was there, on top was a bottle of mineral water, your keys, and your purse with a stethoscope dangling from it. There was also flowers dipping in a small amount of water inside a glass.

Your purse ? Your keys ? You don't remember coming here by yourself ! You tried to get up and get out of bed but the thumping inside your head quickly urged you to lay back down rapidly. You closed your eyes to try and shut the pain but heard footsteps shuffling cautiously inside the room, eyes still closed you heard a familiar soft and young voice ask if you were awake.

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pine-lark · 3 years ago

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Ooh trap him somewhere either very hot or very cold?? :D

Oh.

This is a perfect excuse to write an old daydream from my childhood. Well, there's two-- Arion on a grill and Arion in a box. I chose the box for this one but I may be tempted to write the grill at some point. I haven't written The Box before now because it doesn't exactly... fit with the plot of the actual story, but I mean...

Alternate Rescue AU, coming right up, Anon. (Also sorry I'm like, infinitely late haha. School threw me into a hell pit and I've been recovering. I'm back now ((though I'm not sure for how long, things might change in a week or two... we'll see.)) For now, I'm working on a lot of Arion stuff that will hopefully pop up within a few days! Cheers!)

CW: Tiny whumpee, some blood, cold/hypothermia symptoms (duh), cages/referenced captivity, briefly implied forced nudity from said captivity, brief reference to a past fever and resulting vomiting, referenced/implied physical abuse, water/rain/storms/being submerged in/splashed with water, thoughts of dying (of the "I might die" and "Am I dead?" and wishing to be put out of misery type), crying, (thinking about) needles, short (kind of) graphic description of a bird being run over, brief religion references

His legs still ache from running.

Arion sits in the cardboard box he found on the side of the road, huddled in the corner, shivering in the dark. Although he tries to clamp his jaw shut and stop it, his teeth chatter and his shoulders quiver. It feels like the frozen autumn air has grasped him entirely in icy claws that shake him violently in an inescapable grip. It reminds him of being trapped in Heston’s hand, shaken, body tossed in every direction until his head pounded and his eyes watered.

It’s colder outside than it used to be in the garage. But it’s better out here. No one can hurt him here.

As long as they don’t find him.

He rubs his hands over the goosebumps on his arms, hoping to warm them up and calm down the wild pain buried deep in his skin. As he does so, blood smears along the path he touches. It’s still gently creeping out of the series of cuts etched into his forearms. With it, the image of Heston’s glinting eyes surfaces in Arion’s memory. He buries his head in his shaking knees with a wet sniff. But he’s done it, he reminds himself. He’s escaped. Finally. Chewed through rope, slipped through an unlocked door. Heston's gone. For now.

Please, please don’t come looking for me.

A dog barks somewhere in the distance. He jumps. It sets off an echo of shivers all the way down his spine as his hair stands on end.

A raindrop falls on the cardboard roof. Then another, and another. Thunder claps harshly overhead.

Arion shuts his eyes tight, bites back the frustrated tears welling up at the corners of his eyes. He curls up tighter, hugging himself, doing all he can to keep any scrap of heat he has close to his body. A storm might just do it. Might just kill him. A storm means wind. Freezing wind. And freezing rain. The last thing he needs right now is rain. It can’t rain. He presses his body closer to the cardboard wall, knowing it might not be standing there much longer if it rains.

And it does. It pours.

He sees the rain splash into the road before him. The storm swiftly grows. It’s ferocious and feral and cruel. The temperature around Arion drops. His tiny body shakes uncontrollably, as if it weren’t his own. It reminds him of the terrifying fever he had, long ago, in the confines of his red cage just weeks after being taken from his home. He’d been throwing up and twitching and having the most horrible, vivid dreams (on the occasions that both Heston and the illness let him sleep). The fits of shivering drove him mad, the endless teeth-chattering and flashes of uncomfortable warmth and sticky sweat made him feel even worse. It's like that, he thinks. Except, now, as he shivers, he’s unbearably cold.

An involuntary whine fights its way out of him. When he swallows, his throat feels stiff and achy. Snot runs profusely down his lips and no amount of wiping it away with his bleeding arms is helping it slow. Water has thoroughly and entirely drenched the cardboard, at this point. Has crept through the floor and the walls, and, gradually and persistently, has started to drip through the sagging ceiling. For a moment, Arion remembers he has toes, and that they’ve been numb for awhile now. Actually, now that he’s thinking about it, his feet haven’t felt like anything either, and when he tries to move his fingers, they only twitch. They feel heavy and prickly. He feels prickly all over. Like Heston had shoved a thousand frozen needles into a thousand different places all over his body. It hurts to breathe. There’s no way to get warmer. Nothing to hide under, not even something as decent as clothing. No way to escape, nowhere to run to, even if he had the energy left to try. He lets out a miserable sob.

And then the ceiling falls through, in a blur of collapsing cardboard and splashing waves of water that crash over his head and the rest of his body.

Arion tumbles out of the box, drenched. He coughs up water through jittery movements. For a second, he chokes on a mouthful, and he briefly he thinks he'll never breathe again, before his chest jerks and with another cough, the water falls out of his mouth. He tries to get his arms and legs under him, to stand or even crawl, but his limbs fail him and he crumbles face-first back to the harsh surface below him. The rocks mixed in the road’s tar are sharp. They cut deeply through his nose and cheek and the shoulder that followed his face in the fall. Arion winces against the fresh, sharp pain and the beads of blood that begin to form where he’s been hurt. His breaths come in ragged heaves.

He sniffs. Tears drip from his eyes. He lays helpless in the middle of the little road, in his mind begging to no one that a car doesn’t come along and crush him. Under any other circumstance, he’d love to be put out of his misery. But he’s seen a bird been run over before. Under a truck’s tire. And the memory makes his stomach churn. Flattened face, open stomach, popped like a bubble in a stream.

Briefly, Arion thinks of himself in place of the bird. He thinks of the smear of red underneath his empty, open eyes. He thinks of the way the headlights might look as they would suddenly appear right in front of him. The horrid, mind-numbing honk of a horn. The image he creates in his mind of those headlights, his last moments, is vivid. It’s so vivid that he thinks it might be real, or maybe hypothermia is setting in and beginning to ruin his mind.

It’s just his imagination, he thinks.

And then he smells exhaust from a car.

And the screech of brakes.

And for a second, whilst his body is numb and bright white light is all he can see, he thinks he might be dead.

“I swear, if I keep stopping my car for every mouse that sits in front of it, I’m never going to get anywhere.”

That voice drifts from the car stopped in front of him.

Not dead, then.

Almost, he thinks.

“Can’t help it though. What else am I supposed to do, run them over? Just vet instincts, I guess. Huh, Jasper.” There’s a meow in response. Arion’s breath hitches. The voice says, “Me-ow. I know, I know. I’ll be right back.” A car door shuts. Then there’s heavy wet footsteps. Boots clopping over puddles and asphalt. Panic floods Arion’s chest as a shadow cuts through the blinding white light from the vehicle. The outline of a human lowers, kneels in front of him. His breath stops. His mind goes blank.

“What…”

A moment passes. Something touches him. He flinches hard, but trying to run isn’t an option. His body is completely, entirely, wholly exhausted and far too numb to move more than flailing back a couple inches.

“Oh, geez, that’s-- not a mouse. Okay.” Her head turns in a way that Arion can see her face. A young woman with red hair, watching him with a warm but frantic gaze. “Okay. Okay okay. Oh, God, you’re injured pretty bad, little buddy. Your arms are all… cut up. That’s not good. Um.”

Arion stares blankly ahead. Suddenly, freezing to death isn’t something he feels like putting too much effort into avoiding.

“Okay. Here’s what we’ll do,” the girl continues. “I’m gonna bring you into my car where I can see you better, alright? Then I can help you. It’s gonna be okay. Here. I’m picking you up now, ‘kay?”

The feeling of a warm hand washes over his body. It’s both terrifying and incredibly welcome. The sting of cold seems to seep out of his skin, albeit very slowly. Quickly, though, burning prickles replace whatever comfort the touch brought him.

“Oh, you’re freezing, little guy. You must have been out here for a long time. That can be really dangerous… I’m glad I found you. I’ll get you all warmed up in the car.”

Arion whimpers against the hands that carry him to somewhere warmer, where he hears the faint, deep sound of a large beating heart. For a second, he wonders if this is God. And then the car door opens and creaks, and the girl curses under her breath, and Arion remembers he’s an atheist.

Still, as the stinging in his warming skin subsides, the warmth of her hands starts to feel… nice. If his mind were still intact (instead of shattered into vague, useless fragments as it is now), Arion would have done anything and everything to get away from any human or other predatory beast in sight. But with his head swimming, he leans into her touch, and compliantly accepts the soft feeling of some kind of cloth being wrapped all around him.

Words are spoken to him, but he can’t listen. To him they sound broken up and blurry as the insistence of sleep becomes more desperate in the back of his mind. As he gets warmer, his muscles relax, and his eyes get droopy. His vision darkens, and the girl’s voice hushes.

Just before he drifts off into a far overdue, deep and restful sleep, he thinks to himself, vaguely, that he hopes this human is different. He hopes that when he wakes back up, it won’t be in another cage.

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rafael-silva · 4 years ago

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found a home in you: a tarlos fic

The fire had been small and easy to extinguish, but as a precaution, Owen had sent TK to do a walk around the house to make sure it was out and everything was secure.

TK carefully inspects the side of the house, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.

He’s about to move on once he’s satisfied that everything is fine, but stops in his tracks when he hears a low whimper. It’s so small and frightened, he would have missed it if his foot had crunched the fallen leaves littered on the ground as he moved.

Alternatively: The last thing TK expected to hear during his walk around a house after a call, were low whimpers and cries coming from a nearby bush.

for the good things happen bingo: tarlos + adopting a pet

established tk strand/carlos reyes, fluff, team as family, soft carlos reyes, soft tk strand, domestic fic, cuddles, kisses, comfort, this is really 5.3k of pure fluff

5.3k | on ao3

*****

“Strand, report.”

TK presses down on the button to reply, momentarily sending static through the radio. “All good on the south, east and north sides, Cap. Moving to the west side now.”

The fire had been small and easy to extinguish, but as a precaution, Owen had sent TK to do a walk around the house to make sure it was out and everything was secure.

TK carefully inspects the side of the house, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. He’s about to move on once he’s satisfied that everything is fine, but stops in his tracks when he hears a low whimper. It’s so small and frightened, he would have missed it if his foot had crunched the fallen leaves littered on the ground beneath him.

He hears more whines. Careful of his speed and movements, TK follows the sounds, eventually leading him to a nearby bush. He switches on the flashlight attached to his turnout coat and shines the light into the shrub. He spots little movements, and then his eyes land on a small puppy, visibly shaking, trying to move through the tight space while looking at him with a fearful gaze.

TK’s face immediately softens and his heart grows a little at seeing the puppy.

Before he can move or say anything else, his radio comes to life and the sudden noise spooks the puppy and makes it retreat a little in the small space.

“TK, almost done?”

“Yeah, Cap. I’ll be just a minute,” TK replies.

The puppy is still looking at TK with an alarmed expression.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay,” TK speaks with a gentle tone, kneeling to be closer to the puppy, his movements slow and calculated. “You’re safe now.”

The puppy seems to relax the slightest bit at hearing TK’s voice, knowing it’s directed at it. However, still on edge though, the puppy still looks scared.

TK takes a look around, hoping to find anyone in the vicinity but quickly discovers it’s just him. Making up his mind, he takes off his turnout coat and lays it on the ground next to him, which proves to be the easy part. Sitting on his knees, he carefully reaches into the bush, aiming for the puppy but each time he gets close, the puppy’s cries get louder. Instinctively, TK pulls back and then tries again. After a few times, he manages to delicately wrap his hand around the puppy, pulling it out of the bush through its screaming and fidgeting. TK supposes the screaming could mean one of two things: the puppy has never been held before, so the human touch is foreign to it or the puppy has a negative connection with said human touch. The second option breaks TK’s heart a little.

He then efficiently wraps the puppy in his coat and holds it close to his chest. Although he could still hear some whimpering, the puppy seems to calm down a little at being held this way. It’s a warm Austin day, the sun’s heat bouncing off surfaces in the hot atmosphere, but TK supposes the puppy hasn’t felt the kind of warmth that comes with being gently held before.

“Hey, what’s that?” Paul asks when TK emerges, being the first to notice the little lump in TK’s arms.

Before TK can reply, the puppy’s little head sneaks out through the fabric, slightly intrigued by the new sound that is Paul’s voice.

“No way!” Mateo’s face lights up, his voice filled with excitement at seeing the puppy.

It’s clear the new stimuli and voices scare the puppy a little, because it turns its head towards TK again, looking for reassurance.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he smiles at the puppy, then to the crew: “Found this adorable little girl while doing the walk around.”

Judd’s the first to approach TK and the puppy, a smile spread on his face. “Hey, sweetheart.” He slowly extends his arm and pets her a few times. She’s still shaken but doesn’t cry at Judd’s touch.

“Do you mind for a sec?” TK asks Judd.

“Not at all,” Judd replies.

TK then carefully hands the puppy over to Judd, watching as Judd does the same as he did and holds her close and she snuggles against him. And the sight of seeing a big man like Judd cradling a tiny puppy against his chest is enough to melt any heart.

TK jogs over to Owen. “Can I ask around real quick?” He gestures to the crowd of onlookers that have gathered near the house.

“Sure,” Owen nods.

However, the peace is short lived, and at noticing TK’s absence, the puppy starts whimpering loudly and fidgeting in Judd’s hold. “I think she wants TK,” the Texan says as the rest of the team gather around to watch the puppy.

“Aw, she’s already attached to him,” Marjan says, her voice calm and playful.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Judd says lightly to the puppy. “TK will be back in a second.”

TK joins them a few minutes later. “She’s not anyone’s puppy, no one has seen her before.”

“Well, I guess that means she's coming back with us,” Judd says as he hands her back to TK. “Besides, she’s already attached to you, man.”

“Hey, come here,” TK coos, adjusting her against his chest. Being back in TK’s arms stops the whimpering coming from the puppy.

They hear Owen announce that it’s time to go and they all start piling into the firetruck, TK is the last one to get in, sitting by the window as Owen closes the door and hops into the front. The start of the big, loud engine startles the puppy and she starts shaking again, TK instantly runs his hand gently over her small body, trying to reassure her and calm her down. It works after a few minutes, and it seems like she grows a little braver because she’s climbing out of TK’s coat and taking a look outside the window as the city goes by in a blur.

TK still has a firm hold on her, and he’s looking down at her with a smile.

“Oh, this is just way too cute,” Paul speaks up, followed by him snapping more than a few pictures on his phone.

“Buttercup is at the firehouse today,” Mateo points out.

“It’s gonna be fine,” Marjan replies. “He’s the sweetest boy.”

“He is,” Owen joins the conversation. “But I guess we’ll find out his tendency towards jealously.”

“Yeah,” Paul agrees. “We all know how he is when it comes to his favorite person and how protective he gets.”

All eyes turn to TK at Paul’s words.

TK playfully rolls his eyes and chuckles. “It’s gonna be fine. If anything, I think he’s going to be super protective and loving towards this little girl.”

The truck is parked in the firehouse ten minutes later, and everyone jumps out while TK cautiously steps down.

“Alright, everyone, you know your chores,” Owen instructs. “TK, you take care of this little girl, get some towels, set them up for her and pour her some milk into a bowl and fill another one with water.”

TK nods and makes his way up the stairs, securing his hold on her as he ascends the steps.

He puts her down on the towels until he gets the water and milk for her, but as soon as he walks away, she starts crying and takes small steps in an effort to follow TK into the kitchen.

TK smiles when he notices and leans down to pick her up. He moves around the kitchen to retrieve a couple of bowls and then opens the fridge to take out the milk, using one hand to get everything ready.

Once the milk and water are set near the towels, she manages to take a few licks of both before she’s going back to TK.

“Alright, come here,” TK leans back against the cushion, settling her on his chest. She snuggles against his AFD t-shirt and closes her eyes.

TK keeps running his palm over her body, both to keep her calm and to make sure she’s clean until he takes her to the vet.

The ringing of his phone wakes her up, but doesn’t scare her too much. She’s clearly content in TK’s care.

TK smiles as he reads the caller ID.

“Hey, babe,” TK answers, the smile evident in his voice.

“Hi, baby,” comes Carlos’s reply.

“How’s your day been?”

“Fine,” Carlos replies. “Went on patrol for a few hours and back at the station now. Lunch break. How’s your shift been?”

“Last call was interesting,” TK responds.

“Yeah? How’s the puppy?” Carlos asks, and TK can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“You heard already?”

“Yeah,” Carlos chuckles. “Not heard as much as saw. Paul sent me a couple of pictures.”

“Ah,” TK mirrors Carlos’s chuckle.

“It may be the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen,” Carlos adds, affection radiating through his voice.

“She’s so small, Carlos,” TK says, his voice filled with awe. “She was so scared and she was shaking so much. She cried when I have her to Judd for a minute.”

“She feels safe with you. I know the feeling,” Carlos expresses, his tone filled with love.

A blush colors TK’s cheeks as he continues running his hand over the puppy’s short fur.

“How’s she doing?”

“She’s currently asleep,” TK replies. “Hold on.”

TK expertly snaps a selfie, showing him comfortably lying back against the cushions and the puppy propped up on his chest, fast asleep with a peaceful look on her little face.

“Check your messages,” TK tells Carlos once he sends it.

It takes Carlos a few seconds to reply. “My heart is exploding with how cute this is, Ty.”

TK chuckles.

“I have to go back to work,” Carlos says with some sadness. “But I’ll pass by the firehouse after my shift.”

It was one of the days Carlos finishes work before TK, and he’d usually head home right after, making dinner for them and waiting for his boyfriend to come home. But the puppy definitely calls for a slight change in plans.

“Okay, babe. Can’t wait to see you. Be careful, please.”

“I will,” Carlos promises. “Can’t wait to see you too, babe. And be careful, too.”

Once they end their phone call, TK looks up and sees Owen approach him with a small smile on his face. On cue, the puppy wakes up and stretches her tiny legs, letting out a yawn and then settles her eyes on TK.

“Hi, sweetheart,” TK smiles back at her.

“Can I?” Owen asks, gesturing to the puppy.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” TK nods. “But beware, she may not like it, given her track record with everyone. Don’t take it personally, though,” he adds with a chuckle.

The puppy proves TK right, because she lets out a cry as soon as she’s off TK’s chest. Owen raises an eyebrow and gently puts her back down, watching as she stops crying.

“It’s kinda hard to not take it personally,” Owen jokes. “I’m glad she feels safe with you.”

TK nods. “I’m getting attached to her, too. But we need to find out if her family is looking for her.”

“What are you thinking?”

“Carlos and I are off tomorrow, we can take her to the vet and check if she has a microchip. We can take it from there, and see what the options are if she doesn’t have a chip,” TK explains. “And for tonight, I was thinking of taking her back home with me, if Carlos would be okay with that.” TK takes a hold of the puppy, moving her up and steadies her against his collarbone, she snuggles there and pushes her face into TK’s neck, making him giggle as her nose brushes against one of his ticklish spots.

Owen nods. “That sounds like a good plan.” He spots movement from the corner of his eye and turns to look over his shoulder.

Buttercup makes his way into the space and goes straight to TK.

“Hey, buddy,” Owen says, petting Buttercup’s soft fur. “We have someone for you to meet. Let’s see how this goes.”

Buttercup looks between TK and Owen, his eyes questioning and then landing on the puppy.

Buttercup sniffs once and then twice and gets closer to her.

TK feels the puppy’s muscles tensing under his touch as she moves and sits up, looking at the older dog with wide eyes.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” TK reassures the puppy with a soft voice, gently rubbing her back.

Owen slowly takes out his phone, careful of his movements so he doesn’t spook either dog. He opens the camera app and starts recording a video.

Buttercup sniffs a few more times, watching the puppy closely and then looks back up at TK again, his brown eyes speaking a thousand words.

Buttercup licks the side of the puppy’s face, and TK’s face splits into the biggest smile. He can feel her start to relax, too.

“There we go,” TK speaks. “You like her, huh, bud?” He ruffles Buttercup’s fur.

Buttercup’s response is a wagging his tail and giving TK a smile.

“Good boy,” Owen laughs, dropping a kiss to Buttercup’s head.

TK gets to his feet, Buttercup’s eyes trailed on him, and he takes a few steps away from the couch into the open area, Buttercup on his heels. TK puts the puppy down on the floor, and instead of crying this time, she gravitates towards Buttercup.

TK’s face lights up at the bond being forged between the two dogs. He watches as Buttercup walks over to the rug and plops down, the puppy following his steps and circles around a few times before settling down between Buttercup’s parted front legs, snuggling against his fur. Buttercup rubs his head against her little body in response and then lowers his head to the ground.

“He’s definitely her biggest fan now,” TK chuckles.

Owen nods with a smile on his face.

TK takes out his phone and captures a few pictures. He then opens his text thread with Carlos and attaches one of the photos.

TK: [attachment: 1 image]

TK: Puppy and Buttercup introduction is a success.

TK: More than a success, actually. They’re best friends now.

*****

Carlos parks his Camaro on the side of the firehouse, keeping the truck’s path clear. He walks in through the bay doors, dressed in his civvies, and spots Judd coming down the stairs. The firefighter notices him at the same time.

“Hey, Reyes,” Judd smiles, meeting Carlos halfway.

“Hey, Judd,” Carlos replies.

Judd gestures to the stairs behind him. “Your boy is upstairs with the newest addition to the crew.”

Carlos laughs. “An adorable addition.”

Judd nods, “damn right. Already has everyone wrapped around her little paws. Go join them, I’ll be back up in a sec.”

Carlos nods and takes the stairs. He follows the echoes of “aww” and the chuckles that come after until he steps into the living area, where everyone is seated (some of them on the couch, others on arms of said couch) while watching Buttercup and the puppy play together in the center.

It’s such a heartwarming sight, it could uplift anyone in a matter of seconds.

Carlos feels a smile take over his face, chuckling himself when the puppy pushes her body upwards and sets her front legs against Buttercup’s nose in an attempt to get the big dog to play with her. It seems Buttercup understands the size difference between them, because he’s gently nudging her sideways until she jumps back on the floor.

The puppy seems to be satisfied with that because once again, her excitement shows as she jumps on Buttercup again.

Carlos’s chuckle draws attention to him.

“Hey, Carlos,” Marjan says first as everyone turns to face the officer.

“Hey, guys,” Carlos responds, his eyes catching TK’s green ones.

“Hi, babe,” TK gets to his feet and walks around the dogs (who both look at him when he gets up, eyes questioning and follow his movement) and to his boyfriend.

He wraps his arms around Carlos in a tight embrace, Carlos’s own arms holding TK tightly.

“Hi, baby.”

TK brushes a kiss to Carlos’s lips when they pull back. “Rest of your shift went okay?”

“Yeah,” Carlos nods. “All went fine.”

“Good. Come on.” TK takes Carlos’s hand and leads him to the couch.

Satisfied that TK isn’t going anywhere, Buttercup and the puppy continue playing together.

TK snuggles into Carlos’s side, an arm wrapped around his waist while Carlos has his arm wrapped around TK’s shoulder.

“She’s so much cuter in person,” Carlos says with awe. “She’s so small. I want to hold her.”

“She only lets TK carry her,” Marjan warns him. “She cries if anyone else tries to.”

Carlos shares a quick look with TK. TK silently telling him go for it.

Carlos shrugs and gets up, carefully and slowly approaching the puppy.

She watches him with a wary look as he gets closer, but she doesn’t flinch away or hide.

And she proves everyone wrong when she doesn’t cry as Carlos picks her up. He holds her in his arms and right away, she’s cuddling against his chest, content and happy. She closes her eyes when Carlos begins running his hand over her body.

“Oh, now I’m officially jealous,” Paul quips.

That draws a collective chuckle from everyone.

TK gets up, stands next to Carlos and places his hand on Carlos’s arm.

“It’s easy to feel safe with you, too, babe,” TK’s smile widens and there’s so much softness and love in his gaze as he watches Carlos with the puppy.

Carlos turns his head towards TK and plants a kiss to the firefighter’s temple.

The bell goes off moments later, echoing through the firehouse and making the puppy startle and shake against Carlos’s hold.

“Hey, hey, babygirl,” Carlos soothes, “it’s okay. I got you.”

Carlos continues running his hand over her fur as the crew start filing out. TK hesitates for a moment, looking at his team rushing down the steps and getting into their gear.

“I’ll stay,” Carlos says, reading TK’s mind.

“Okay, thank you,” TK nods.

Carlos closes the distance between them and plants a tender kiss against TK’s lips.

“Please be careful.”

“Promise.”

Carlos watches TK leave, catching up with the rest of the team and jumping into the firetruck. Once the truck is out of sight, the officer looks down to see that Buttercup had gotten up and walked over to him.

Making sure the puppy is supported against his chest, Carlos frees a hand and pats Buttercup’s head.

“Come on, buddy,” Carlos says, moving back to sit on the couch.

Buttercup follows and settles by Carlos’s feet.

*****

The call goes smoothly but it takes more time than expected. The team is out for a couple of hours, returning to the house tired and in need of showers all around.

TK watches as everyone makes a beeline towards the showers, but he makes his way to where he left Carlos instead. He wants to see Carlos before showering, and he knows the officer would want to see him too, to make sure he’s okay.

He’s about to call out for Carlos but stops the words short on his tongue when his eyes land on his boyfriend. A smile is immediately breaking on TK’s face, heart swelling with love at the sight. Carlos is lying back on the couch, similar to how TK was in the selfie, with the puppy asleep on his chest, in the officer’s protective hold. His eyes doesn’t miss how Buttercup is also asleep by Carlos’s feet.

TK fishes his phone out and takes more than a few pictures, setting one of them as his phone’s home screen.

He’s about to retreat to the showers when Carlos stirs a little. TK likes to think they sense each other’s presence, and Carlos most definitely agrees.

TK walks over to his boyfriend, dropping a soft kiss to his forehead. “Hey, babe.”

That gets Carlos to fully wake up, blinking his eyes quickly to get rid of the sleep as he looks up at TK.

“Hi, babe,” Carlos clears his throat. “Everything went okay?”

TK nods. “Took a while, but everything and everyone is fine. Got an hour left for shift.”

It’s Carlos’s turn to nod, and looks down at the still-sleeping puppy.

“You two are adorable,” TK chuckles. “I’m gonna hit the shower real quick and I’ll be right back.”

TK returns less than thirty minutes later in a fresh uniform and smelling like Carlos’s body wash. The officer smiles when he notices and lifts an arm for TK, which TK happily sits in front of and leans into Carlos’s side.

The puppy is still asleep, and not wanting to wake her up, TK settles for placing his hand on the side of Carlos’s chest, his hand rising and falling with Carlos’s even breaths.

“So, I was thinking,” TK stars, a speck of nervousness coating his voice, “would you be okay with taking her home until we find out if she has a chip tomorrow at the vet?” He pauses, studying Carlos. “And we can take it from there.”

Carlos gives TK a gentle smile, lighting up his brown irises. “Yeah, of course. Can’t imagine leaving her anywhere else. She feels safe with us.”

TK responds by kissing Carlos’s cheek.

Both their attentions are grabbed when the puppy wakes up and gives the cutest little yawn either of them have ever seen. She does like Carlos, but her eyes still dart around, and Carlos can feel her excitement when they land on TK.

Carlos chuckles.

“Hey, sweetheart, come here,” TK says, reaching out to carefully lift her off Carlos’s chest and holds her close to his own.

“You look good with a puppy,” Carlos’s eyes glitter with affection.

“You look good yourself,” TK replies with the same look in his green ones.

*****

“Well, that was a bust,” TK sighs, pushing the condo door open and walking in, Carlos right behind him.

“Yeah,” Carlos says, closing the door and setting the crate on the floor near the couch.

They were returning from their vet appointment, both to check on the puppy’s general health and to look for a chip as planned. The vet had told them that she was in good shape, a little undernourished, but with a good diet, she’ll be fine. However, no chip was to be found.

TK pushes out another sigh and drops onto the couch, running a hand over his face.

Carlos hovers near, still standing and slips his hands into his front jean pockets. “Maybe it’s best we give her to the local shelter? Maybe they can help find her owner.”

TK stays silent for a few moments before he’s shaking his head. “What if they can't find them? I can’t just hand her over and not know what’s going to happen.”

TK’s eyes are filled to the brim with sadness, a heavy pang echoing inside his chest.

“Yeah,” Carlos speaks a moment later, joining TK on the couch. “Neither can I.”

TK knew that there was a possibility of finding her owner, and he knew that returning her would be difficult. But he also knew that it would be a good thing, that it meant that she has a family out there, that she’s known love and warmth. But with no chip, the odds of those things being a reality aren’t as high. It’s true not everyone immediately chips their dogs, and TK will do everything he can to find her owner if they exist. But another reality sets in, a truer reality, and it breaks TK’s heart a little. A reality which he speaks next.

“She’s lost,” TK whispers, his eyes drifting to the puppy sleeping in the crate.

He’s playing with the strings of his hoodie, the nervous energy surging through his veins evident in his hand movements. Carlos knows TK’s habits when he’s feeling worried or anxious, and it all revolves around his slightly shaking hands.

Carlos reaches out, taking TK’s hands into his own in an attempt to comfort TK and lessen the trembling.

“Hey,” Carlos says, his voice quiet and soft. “She found you, she found us.”

“She’s really attached to us, Carlos,” TK turns to face the larger man with pleading eyes. “Giving her to the shelter will scare her even more.”

Carlos nods. “Okay. We’ll go back and see what the options are.”

*****

They return a couple of hours later after visiting the shelter. Turns out, even if the dog isn’t microshipped, the owner (wherever they may be) still has a legal hold of the dog for a period of time. If the owner does not show up after that time is done, the dog becomes available for adoption. Carlos and TK were given three options:

Give her to the shelter and she’d be put up for adoptions after the legal hold is up.

Give her to the shelter and put their names down for first rights to adopt her if her owner doesn’t show up.

Be a shelter-at-home foster to keep her out of the shelter during the legal hold and they’d be able to adopt her if her owner doesn’t show up after the time is done.

In all three cases, they were encouraged, along with the shelter, to look for her owner.

After sharing one look with Carlos, TK said they’ll take her home.

And here they were, an hour later, watching her sleep in the fluffy bed they bought her, along with some toys (both of them couldn’t resist buying the cute toys they found) scattered around her. She had played a little with a small squeaky ball until she tired herself out.

TK puts his phone down after sending a text to his dad with updates just as Carlos places a steaming mug of tea in front of the firefighter.

TK smiles in appreciation and moves into Carlos’s space once the officer sits next to him. TK is lying on his side, with his back resting against Carlos’s chest and is enveloped in Carlos’s arms. Carlos soothingly runs his thumb over TK’s skin to help relax his boyfriend.

A movie is playing on TV but neither man is paying much attention to it.

TK breaks the silence. “What if no one shows up for her?”

Carlos drops his head a little to kiss the top of TK’s head. He has a feeling TK isn’t finished speaking, so he remains silent.

TK continues a moment later. “Also, what if someone does show up for her? I know we’ve only had her for a couple of days but I kind of can’t imagine not having her now. The attachment is…strong,” he expresses.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” comes Carlos’s voice from above.

“She only let me and you carry her…that’s gotta mean something, a sign. It feels like she chose us,” TK says, looking up at Carlos, so much vulnerability drawn on his face.

“It does,” Carlos agrees. “It’s gonna be hard if someone shows up for her, but that would also be a good thing, Ty. It would mean that she already has a home, maybe even siblings.”

Hearing Carlos voice the same thoughts that had been running through TK’s own mind just days ago helps make him feel a little lighter. Because they are true, it would be a good thing if her owner shows up and a smile flashes across TK’s face at the thought of the puppy having siblings, all of them running around and playing together. It’s a happy thought.

But there’s always the other possibility.

“And if no one shows?” TK’s voice is slow, as he treads lightly.

“Well, like you said, she chose us.”

TK moves at Carlos’s words, sitting up so he can properly face his boyfriend as he asks his next question. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He can’t help the dash of hope that rings in his voice, a smile desperately tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“We become dog dads,” Carlos confirms with his own smile, leaning in and brushing a kiss to TK’s cheek.

The smile that overtakes TK’s face is blinding, his eyes lighting up and joy surges through his veins. He closes the distance between them again with pressing his lips against Carlos’s, and Carlos chuckles into the kiss before returning it.

And TK knows in his heart that no matter what happens over the next few days, the puppy will be well taken care of.

*****

“Ready?”

TK and Carlos find themselves back the shelter two weeks later. No one had reached out in regards to the puppy, so as soon as the legal hold up was done, they immediately jumped at starting the adoption process. It all went by smoothly, and after an interview and a home inspection, they were officially declared fit to adopt her.

TK couldn’t contain his excitement, and it made Carlos beam at his boyfriend’s eagerness and joy, which added to the officer’s own happiness, too.

“Ready,” TK replies to Carlos.

And then they’re both sign each of their forms in unison.

“Congratulations,” the lady behind the desk smiles at them. “And you little miss,” she turns to the puppy sitting in the crate on the desk. “You have a family of your own now.”

TK feels like jumping with joy, and he does. Carlos chuckles at how TK bounces a little on the heels of his feet and thanks the woman.

“Here,” Carlos says as he reaches into the tote bag sitting at his feet.

TK’s eyes soften when he sees Carlos holding out a small, red collar.

“I thought you should be the one to put it on her,” Carlos expresses, his expression as equally soft.

“Babe,” TK whispers.

Carlos turns to open the crate and gently carries the puppy and holds her against his chest. She’s facing TK with a smile of her own. She knows what just happened.

TK unclips the collar and pulls at it until it fits her neck, then clips is there and smiles at her.

He grabs his phone and opens the camera, pointing it at Carlos and their puppy.

Carlos holds her higher against his chest and looks at TK.

It’s probably TK’s favorite picture of all time.

*****

The ride home after a trip to the pet store is filled with positive energy as soft music blasts through the Camaro’s speakers, TK sitting in the passenger seat with the puppy on his lap. They had agreed on her name.

Once parked in front of the condo, TK carefully gets out of the car, balancing her in his arms as Carlos grabs some of the new things they bought for her, leaving the rest to be retrieved later, including bowls, food and two playpens: one for their home and one for the firehouse.

They had talked to Owen a few days earlier about bringing the puppy to the firehouse on the days they’re both working, and Owen had instantly agreed. He had also said that he’ll be bringing Buttercup by the firehouse more frequently, too, so the two dogs could spend time together.

The 126 group chat had erupted with excitement when TK texted them those details.

Carlos pushes the door open and walks in, lowering everything he’s carrying to the floor and steps to the side to let TK in, closing the door after him.

“Welcome home, Luna,” TK announces with a big smile, placing her on the floor.

She looks up at both men, her little tail wagging from side to side and earns herself chuckles from Carlos and TK as she starts running around the living room.

“She feels more at ease now,” Carlos says.

“Her energy level is definitely showing now,” TK adds with another chuckle.

Carlos moves closer to TK and wraps his arms around him from behind.

“She found a home in you,” Carlos kisses TK’s temple.

TK leans back into Carlos’s hold, covering the officer’s arms with his own hands.

“She found a home in us,” TK rejoices.

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