#author pets

[azaleaforrest]

Patrick's a sweety. 🥰 Watching attentively as I workout, lol.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny purposely wrote the worst fanfiction he could think of to mentally destroy Tucker and posted it online for everyone to read.

It was a fic so horrid that is would make Lex Luthor squirm, the Justice League writhe and any bats reading it cringe so hard thier spines would be turned to powder!

...so why were the Justice League at his door? And why are they saying that they need to protect him from the people his fic pissed off? We're supervillians really going to try to murder him over one fanfic?

A nearby explosion was his answer. Huh. At least it wasn't ghosts this time. Unfortunately, his parents are involved all the same, which meant their tech was involved, and he was powerless until he could get away from both them and the Justice League who wanted eyes on him 24/7.

[annarcaccia]

Kipo and the wonder beasts who-

[irenedavisbooks]

Not everyone's a fan of the word count before walks policy around here.

[envy-of-the-apple]

Can u pleaseeeee give a few dark content writers orfics u recommend

honestly idk that many. i prefer long-form content and most ppl on tumblr write smut drabbles (which is great!! but im not rlly a big fan of) but ya again, idk that many! but here are some ppl that i follow!

@agent-cupcake writes good good stuff! i rec the gojo fic!! super super good!! 24k words too!!!

@thee-horny-thicky .....idk if this author would consider as a dark writer but i throughly enjoy the dark jjk fics that this author writes!!! uhhh def go check out foriegn exchange student!!! very very good! not a yandere fic but i HIGHLY rec the mistuki bakugou fic too!!!

@lilacxquartz wrote a a yan satosugu fic: Those Late Summer Nights that i throughly enjoyed!! i thought this fic was especially interesting cuz i think this is one of the few times where satosugu....weren't actually allies! super fun to read but def check out the kenny fic this author also did!!

but yall YALLL GO read Professor's Pet by lnightmrs  GO READ GO READ RNRNRNRN so good??? it has EVERYTHING YOU COULD POSSIBLY WANT!!! older woman/younger man. twenty-something gojo is drooling over a cold nonchalent professor in her 30s. its literally my favorite gojo fic right AHHHH GO READDD

[batsydoodle]

little thing i actually love about superbat is that, since Bruce and Clark both have dark hair and blue eyes, fic authors can't just go ''the blue eyed one'' or ''the dark haired one'' the whole fic. It's more effort to come up with distinct descriptors, sure, but also so refreshing to not have to read a whole fic where a character is kinda named the bitch with blue eyes the whole time

[sidecast-text]

the thing about queer exclusionism besides being blatantly hypocrytic is that it treats being opressed and discriminated as something meriting authority within the community. "youre not opressed so you cant be part of our community" who are you to decide what counts as opression? how can you judge an experience you havent lived? queerness has so many levels and intersections with other factors that you will never be able to completely santise it to your liking. there will always be people and labels that you dont understand and distinctions you think are futile in the grand scheme of things, but you have to learn to be civil towards them, you have to learn about intersectionality. you cant decide who is "opressed enough" opression doesnt have levels, its not something you can rate, its something you fight against and thats it. if you want to defeat opression, you cant use it as a unit of measurement.

[mj-iza-writer]

Pet whumpee who got snatched from the streets so they’re not conditioned yet and its their first time being a pet

Whumper trying to condition pet whumpee

Fist mitts so whumpee will stop using their hands, Removing all of whumpee’s clothes and making them bare naked to get them used to being a pet, a muzzle with a bit gag to prevent whumpee from talking, chaining their hands and thighs together so they’re almost always crawling and even if they DO stand up the boots on them are slippery and whumper can just use 1 finger to make whumpee slip. Choke chain that makes whumpee choke when they stray too far or whumper pulls on it, Also whumper occasionally putting a blindfold on whumpee so they’re reliant on whumper to guide them.

❤️ :)

Thankyou for the request. It took some work knowing in what direction I wanted to go... so I went with a comfort whump. I enjoyed writing, and I hope you enjoy the story.

Warning: Intimate Whumper, Pet Whumpee. Bathroom usage.

Whumpee didn't know why they had decided to go out so late in the evening. Now they were in the trunk of someone's car feeling every bump and turn the driver made.

They struggled against the ropes tied tightly around their wrist.

"This can't be happening", Whumpee mumbled against the cloth gag in their mouth, "you could be at home right now, but no."

It felt like hours before the car had stopped.

Whumpee counted the footsteps until the trunk was opened.

"Come on", their apparent captor pulled them out and guided them to the ground.

Whumpee struggled a bit more before huffing nervously.

"Oh don't sound so indignant", their captor came around to their face, causing dirt to cloud into Whumpee's face, "this will be nice and easy as long as you behave."

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut from the dirt.

"You should be grateful. Not everyone gets lucky enough for this opportunity", their captor knelt down and pulled their head up by the chin, "my name is Whumper, but you can call me Master."

Whumpee winced as their head was moved around so Whumper could view them closer.

"Yes, you will do nicely", Whumper smirked, then removed the cloth gag.

"Fo-for what?", choked out.

"You'll see", they chuckled.

Whumpee was picked up and carried into a house.

They seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. The house was unimpressive at most.

Whumpee whimpered as they were taken down some stairs. A long chain was the only thing they could see in the way of furnishings, then they noticed a cabinet.

Everything was cement, and the chain looked like it was also cemented into the floor.

"Okay, let's see", Whumper knelt and laid Whumpee on the floor, "this will be your room, especially while you are being trained. Once I am satisfied with your behavior, you'll earn the right to go upstairs. You can also earn rewards down here as well. I would love to spoil you, my pet."

"Pet?", Whumpee made a concerned face.

"Yes, my dear", Whumper smirked.

"Bu-but I'm no..."

"Shh, shh. No need to worry about the details", Whumper held their finger on Whumpee's lips.

Whumper then glanced at the chain.

"Tell me. What is your favorite color?", Whumper stood and stepped toward the cabinet.

"Uhm, uh green", Whumpee whispered hoarsely.

"Oh, very good choice", Whumper pulled a green collar out of the cabinet and walked toward Whumpee smiling, "this will look very nice on you."

"No, no please", Whumpee attempted to roll away.

"Now, now", Whumper wrestled with them as they tried to get the collar around their neck.

"You better stop", Whumper slapped Whumpee's face, "do as you're told or else you get punished. Be a good pet."

Whumpee sniffled as tears rolled down their face.

"Now that we have that straightened out. I'm afraid I don't even know your name yet", Whumper frowned as they locked the collar in place on the chain.

"My uhm, my name", Whumpee looked at them through tears.

"Yes dear", Whumper softly thumbed away the tear tracks.

"Whumpee", they looked up, "please let me leave. I beg of you. I won't tell anyone. I promise."

"That's always the promise, isn't it?", Whumper sighed, "no matter, like I said earlier. You have been selected, and I took a long time choosing you and studying you. I've been watching you for months. You're mine now."

"Months?", Whumpee watched them get up.

"Oh yes, and by the way, your last date you went on.... you could have done so much better", Whumper frowned, "it seems I need to run upstairs to grab a few things. Pardon me."

Whumper came back with a plastic bag, "I apologize, but I'll be changing out the collar for this one", they held up a chain choke collar. You can still wear the green one, of course, as it looks so nice, but during training this will be our little friend."

Whumper knelt down and slid the collar over Whumpee's head and adjusted the chain.

They gave it a small tug, causing Whumpee to gag.

"Perfect. Now, puppies don't have hands... or feet", Whumper smirked.

Whumpee looked at their hands, "what?"

"No worries, I won't cut them off, at least not yet", Whumper pulled out some black duct tape, "you will have to learn to crawl though."

The sound of the tape being pulled was sickening.

Whumper forced Whumpee's hand into a fist and started to wrap the tape around them. Then they moved down to their feet.

"This will probably make your feet pretty slick on the floor. You're not to be standing anyways, but if you did, you will fall flat on your butt or your face", Whumper tossed the empty roll away, "so I don't suggest standing."

"Go ahead and get some rest. We begin training tomorrow", Whumper started for the stairs, "I hope you have a good night."

The next morning, Whumpee woke up sore from the cement. They heard the door open, then the jingling of chains.

Whumpee stood and tried to move to the farthest part of the room, at least to the limit the chain allowed.

"Now we can't have you standing", Whumper frowned as they saw Whumpee on their feet, "you're going to fall... see."

Whumpee was actively already falling over when Whumper got close to them and tapped a finger against their ribs.

Whumpee yelped as they crumbled to the floor.

"Ow", Whumpee looked up.

"I did warn you that tape was quite slippery, and I did warn you not to stand up", Whumper knelt beside them, and showed a pair of scissors.

Whumpee tried to crawl away, but Whumper grabbed the chain and pulled them closer.

Whumpee whimpered as they were forced to come closer. It was that or choke.

"I'm not going to hurt you", Whumper held up the scissors, "but I do suggest you hold still. Accidents do happen."

Whumper started to cut away Whumpee's clothes.

"Why... What are you doing?", Whumpee panicked and slapped at Whumper.

"Hey, now we don't do that", Whumper grabbed at their hands and pointed the scissors into Whumpee's neck, "apologize before I draw blood."

Whumpee sniffled, "I-I'm sorry", Whumpee tried to back away, "I-I panicked, why are you cutting my clothes?"

"Puppies don't need clothes. I won't do anything, but it's better you learn this now", Whumper grinned, "trust me, I have no interest in you other than you being my pup."

Whumpee whimpered as they were stripped more.

"Please no more", Whumpee watched as they threw the shredded clothes to the side.

"I have a few more things to do though", Whumper pouted, "you're just going to need to deal with this."

Whumper pulled out some more shackles.

"What are those for?", Whumpee frowned.

"Keeps you crawling, and it will teach you the proper position to crawl in", Whumper frowned when they heard liquid, "what is that... oh?"

They glanced and saw a stream coming out of Whumpee.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know.... I didn't know where to go", Whumpee cried as they peed.

Whumper looked around and realized they had definitely failed to leave out a place to go to the bathroom.

Whumper sighed, "it's alright. I can't believe you held it that long."

Whumpee started to cry as the puddle grew larger.

"It's alright. Very pet like of you anyways, so that's not a problem", Whumper started to remove the chain and guide Whumpee to the steps, "you probably feel a lot better."

Whumpee sniffled as they nodded.

"Yes, see, that's okay", Whumper cooed, "and probably removing all of the clothes made it a little chillier."

Whumpee whimpered and nodded.

"It's okay, I failed to leave out a spot for you, so that's my bad. Let's get this and you cleaned up", Whumper smiled, "I guess we can do some training upstairs while this dries."

Whumper ran up the stairs and came back with a watering can.

Whumpee watched as they poured the water over the cement and guided it to a drain. Next, Whumper went to the cabinet and pulled out dish soap and a brush scrubber.

Whumper poured some soap, then leaned down and scrubbed. Once satisfied, they ran back up the stairs for more water.

After the floor was rinsed, Whumper grabbed baby wipes and came up to Whumpee.

"Let's get you cleaned up now", Whumper knelt on one of the steps and gently wiped Whumpee's hands, legs, then feet, "their all better."

Whumpee looked around the living room while Whumper grabbed a few things.

They were too scared to do anything else.

The living room looked better than the outside of the house.

"I swear you'd think I was an amateur with how forgetful I've been", Whumper came in, "I guess it's the excitement and adrenaline I'm feeling."

Whumpee instinctively backed away while Whumper knelt beside them.

"None of that pet. You have three seconds to come back before I pull on the collar", Whumper fiddled with what seemed to be more restraints, "1..."

Whumpee looked down at the shackles that had already been locked around their upper arms and wrist.

"2...", Whumper sighed.

Whumpee hurried to step closer.

Something was forced into Whumpee's mouth. Their head was pulled down as Whumper forced it into place.

"The shackles you wear will be removed at the end of training or at the end of the day", Whumper smiled as they lifted Whumpee's face, "this gag will be worn during training, and you may even have a blindfold on sometimes for certain training as well."

Whumpee tried to spit the gag out, but it was tightly on. A type of rubber bone was in their mouth from what they could tell. Drool already started to stream to the floor, causing Whumpee to wipe at it.

"It's alright, just stand over this pad. Drool is to expected from a puppy", Whumper cooed as they patted Whumpee's head.

Whumpee wouldn't lie. That did feel pretty good to be pet. They leaned into the touch.

"Hmm, does puppy already enjoy pets?", Whumper cooed again, "see when you behave, you get this type of attention. You get rewards. After you get better house broken, we can have a bed downstairs for you, and some toys. Those rewards can be taken away though."

Whumpee looked down, 'what am I becoming? Why does this feel good? I should be appalled by this, but... but they've been so patient already with me', Whumpee thought to themself, 'why does this feel good?'

Whumpee fell over and almost seemed to be panting with the gag. Training was intense, and with movement restrictions added, Whumpee was growing tired faster. Plus, they didn't sleep well last night.

"I think you're done for today pet", Whumper smiled at their sleepy nods.

"Alright let's see if the basement is dried yet", Whumper knelt down and started to remove the gag and cuffs, "you did a very good job on your first day of training so we will remove these. How about a trip outside before we go down their though. You can use the bathroom out there even. I'll make sure you have a place to go down there as well."

"Oh uhm, okay", Whumpee nodded.

"Did you you have a question pet?", Whumper looked at them, "you can ask questions."

"I know you said you wanted a pet, but what does that mean?", Whumpee frowned, "what exactly do you want from me?"

"Oh, hmm, that is a good question", Whumper nodded and started to walk away, "come along, let's go outside."

Whumpee followed, hoping to get their answer.

"I've always enjoyed having pets growing up. I've had every pet you can imagine, they all thrived, but now living here, I've gotten kind of bored with those type of pets. I have a friend who has a human, and I pet sat for them a few months ago. Their human is doing really well under their care. I thought maybe I'd get my self own."

Whumpee frowned.

"The trick is to get someone who may not be missing, at least not for a while. The trail would go cold before anyone realizes", Whumper chuckled, "you seemed like such a sweet heart. I was surprised when you didn't seem to have many family or friends around. You just seemed so sweet."

Whumpee stopped crawling, they remembered again that they had been kidnapped.

Whumper stopped and looked at them, "I didn't mean anything by that."

"There are others that have been kidnapped... like me?", Whumpee looked at them sadly, "this isn't a first time."

"Oh yes, there is an entire network of us", Whumper smirked, "how do you think I was so well prepared."

Whumpee looked around the yard for a few minutes before finally finding a hiding spot to use the bathroom. Better to go out their than inside again, especially with what they had to do."

Whumper looked around and saw Whumpee partially hidden.

"You're either hiding from me to try to escape or because you need to poop. Which is it before I come over there", Whumper called.

"Poop, please don't come over here", Whumpee strained.

Whumper chuckled as they sat down again.

Whumpee came out after a few minutes and looked at them absolutely petrified.

"Wh-what do I do now?"

Whumper stood, "we get you cleaned up and taken care of."

Whumpee nodded and watched as Whumper walked toward them.

"I-I'm sorry", Whumpee frowned as Whumper looked.

"No its okay, seems you had a nervous tummy", Whumper nodded, "glad you came out here to do it."

Whumper went down the stairs first, then Whumpee.

"Still a little damp", Whumper sighed, "I've got the heater turned up, so hopefully, it will be done before bed."

Whumpee nodded as they looked into the room.

"You'll see over here is a tray that will fit you in it. This is for your bathroom use, I'll clean it regularly for you", Whumper held it up a little, "of course if you have a tummy ache and you know I'm home, you can yell for me so you can go outside."

Whumpee nodded.

"Well, I'm not going to leave you down here until it dries", Whumper sighed, "I guess it's a movie night kind of night."

"Really?", Whumpee almost squealed with excitement.

"Yes, I love movies, so we have plenty of options", Whumper grinned.

Whumper sat down and invited Whumpee onto the couch, "here let's take this tape off. One of my friends has a pair of gloves and boots that I can use for you. It will be a little more comfortable. We can take this tape off now. The gloves and boots will shape your hands and feet, but still be comfortable."

Whumpee whined as Whumper tried to gently remove the tape.

"I don't want to train fear into you, I don't want a fearful pet, I just want a trained one", Whumper patted their leg and invited Whumpee to lay their head down on it, "I know that this is something very new to you, but as long as you behave to the best of your abilities and listen... I promise you will actually enjoy yourself a lot here. You will be absolutely spoiled, I promise."

Whumpee looked up and nodded.

"I-I think I want to be good", Whumpee whispered.

"That's good", Whumper smiled, "let's watch the movie."

Whumpee was surprised when Whumper started to run their their fingers along Whumpee's scalp and massage their ears.

Whumpee made a gentle moan as their eyes grew heavier.

"Uhm Master, I-I'm getting tired again", Whumpee mumbled.

"That's alright. Go ahead and take a nap before bed", Whumper chuckled.

Later in the night, Whumpee was surprised to wake up still on the couch.

Whumper made a disturbed snore and moved a little. Whumpee looked up at them.

They felt that their chain collar was being held tightly by Whumper. Other than that, they were quite comfortable.

'Am I really okay with being a pet, especially to someone who kidnapped me', Whumpee thought to themself, 'this feels so wrong, but I've never been chosen by someone before. My own family didn't even', Whumpee wiped away a tear.

Whumper felt the movement of Whumpee crying and jumped awake.

"What's going on", Whumper looked them over, "did I pull the collar and hurt you while I slept."

"No", Whumpee shook their head, "I was just, uhm", a few more tears were wiped away, "you said you chose me?"

"Yes I did", Whumper sat up and turned on the light.

"I've never been someones choice before. I was just thinking about that", Whumpee frowned, "though this is a different situation, I'm somewhat grateful I guess. That sounds really messed up though."

"Neh, not as messed up as you think", Whumper smiled, "some of the others have the same thoughts about their masters", Whumper patted Whumpee's head and enjoyed that they leaned into the touch, "I'm glad to know that you may be enjoying this situation faster than what I planned. I promise it's going to be okay."

Whumpee sniffled a little.

"It's okay, how about we go back to sleep", Whumper pulled Whumpee closer, "everything will come into place as we learn more about each other."

Whumpee nodded and rested their head on Whumper's stomach.

Whumper began playing with Whumpee's hair again.

Soon, happy snores filled the dark living room.

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@valravnthefrenchie

[boatboys]

he's genetically copyrighted by multiple supersoldier companies, he's a nerd, he's a shivering rescue dog the size of a fridge, he's an alcoholic, he's an IT specialist with computers in his brain, he's a professional hoverboarder, he's an intransigent manslut. He's even bisexual. i didn't say a name but you thought of him didn't you

[kbsd]

reading ww2 rpf is so funny because in addition to “he would not fucking say that” you get things like “that car would not be fucking automatic” or “that item would not be fucking plastic”

[falsebread]

FAN ART FOR THIS LOVELY FIC!

Go give it a read I adore it!!! :D

[thegatorsgoose]

I just read the new dp x tf fic by @playedcrowd5610 and instantly my artblock was shattered, I drew this in one sitting just in case the motivation went away😭 anyway this is my first time EVER drawing a transformer so if it looks wonky, no it doesn’t

The author has a few fics for this crossover and they are all peak, I would definitely recommend checking them out if that interest you! https://archiveofourown.org/works/60521740/chapters/154507732

[sir-heichou-smith]

141 and their awkward but meaningful experience(s) with wild animals

Gaz:

-It's exactly 1800 hours when he spots the shabby safehouse after they complete the mission that went to utter shit, leaving him separated from the rest of the 141. His back and left arm are sore. Getting shot at and falling out of a second story window doesn't compliment his bone structure, as it turns out.

-He clears the perimeter to make sure he hasn't been tailed while he waits to rendezvous with the others.

-As he surveys the inside of the cabin, he doesn't see the bird's nest perched up in the rafters, but he feels it drop square onto his head when he breaks the lock on one of the doors and shoves it open.

-The little bird that rolls onto the floor chirps desperately and flutters its wings, lopsided and favoring its left side.

-After the minor heart attack and an admittedly embarrassing noise that soap would never let him live down if he'd heard it, he feels bad for the poor thing, picking it up and sticking it in a makeshift nest of his outer layers while he tends to his own wounds.

-"Poor little guy, sorry I fucked up your home. You're all alone too, huh." Gaz makes it up to the bird by wrapping its injured wing in a similar fashion to his own sling, in hopes that it'll help in some way. He even finds a bug in the windowsill to feed it.

-He's so distracted by his new friend that he almost doesn't notice the three sets of footsteps getting closer to his temporary safe haven.

-"The feck do ye got there, mate?" He's relieved to hear the familiar Scottish lilt from the main entrance, their captain and lieutenant right behind him.

-"It's my best buddy. He's your new replacement, Tav." Laughing as he dodges the MRE thrown in his direction, he settles the baby bird in next to him while they take watch in shifts for the hours long wait to exfil.

Price:

-For once the 141 was able to take a much needed break. In between missions, the captain invited the rest of his team on a camping trip for the weekend. Not many knew, but instead of a house, Price owned a beautiful log cabin just north of Hereford with a few acres of land and a body of water for hunting and fishing respectively.

-The next morning, Price and Ghost left at the asscrack of dawn to part take in the former, hoping to score dinner for them all from the comfort of his backyard.

-"See anything up your way, Simon?" "Negative, sir." The pair continues to wait in silence as the sun slowly starts to creep over the horizon. He's just about to call it when he hears crunching leaves just to his right.

- Price looks as far as he can without turning his head, and spots their dinner, just out of the corner of his eye and a few paces away at that. A beautiful 12 point buck that has no fear or spacial awareness as it seems. It turns its head to look directly at him too, as if daring him to do something.

-The deer inches forward ever so slowly to him, seeming more curious than anything. He can see Ghost not 10 meters on his opposite side, not doing anything to help the situation, just desperately trying to hold it in. Slowly, as a trained and patient death machine of a man can be, he pulls out his cell phone to take a picture.

-Then he feels it. The light sniffs, and then the feeling of a slimy tongue on the side of his forehead and hat. The damn thing is tasting him as if he were a berry on a bush.

-At the turn of Price's head, he meets its eyes. As if it just now figured out it's been caught in the act and regains control of itself, the buck whips around and bounds away.

-The photo in their group chat, from yours truly, has the other men in shambles. "You're lucky you're my favorite lieutenant. Otherwise I'd give you extra duty for at least a week." Price thinks it's worth the hassle though, as he rarely gets to hear that deep grumble of a laugh from his most stoic soldier. Take out doesn't sound so bad after all.

Soap:

-"C'mon lt, a few drinks won't kill ye, first round's on me." A flash of pearly whites and a playful wink thrown is all it takes for the man to cave.

-The two men walk to a local pub frequented by soldiers and civilians alike. Not too busy but not as quiet as Ghost would prefer. They meet up with Price and Gaz, Soap greets them with a smile and Ghost simply nods, already anticipating the night to be over.

-Soon enough the first round of drinks becomes the second, then the third, then a pint, and two, and a few more after that. Price bids the three of them goodnight, claiming something about having paperwork to finish up for tomorrow.

-"Aw cap yer no fun, Gaz here's the only one who knows how to give a lad good company." At that, Soap turns his head with a cheese grin to lock eyes with his fellow seargent. "Don't rope me into this, Tav, we all know you'd drink us all under the table even if we dared you not to. Plus, the old man's right. I've got training tomorrow with the rookies too, I'll catch you later mate."

-"Looks like it's you n me, lt. I knew you'd never leave me alone." Soap goes to get up and order another set of drinks for them, but ends up stumbling and holding the edge of the table for a bit too long before Ghost then stands up. "Alright, seargent, you've had enough it looks like. Let's head back before I have to throw you over my shoulder."

-Soap gives a sheepish grin and scratches the back of his neck. "Aye, lt. Let's get outta here." The walk back to base goes by without a hitch. Until Soap hears something that sounds like a cry coming from an alleyway just off post.

-"Ya hear that Ghost? Where's it comin from?" He's begins to look for the source of the sound as the larger man attempts to drag him towards the direction of the base. "Who knows, Johnny. It's fucking baltic out here an' youre worried about god knows wha- STAY out of that dumpster!"

-Soap doesn't listen as he begins to try and look underneath and around it to see where he's hearing the sounds from. A few seconds later Ghost hears, "Aw lt it's a wee kitten! We cannae just leave 'em out here. Gimme yer coat, he's cold."

-"Johnny what the bloody fuck do you think you're doing with tha-" "IT'S A KITTEN AND I'M TAKIN' EM TO MY ROOM SO I WON'T GET IN TROUBLE NOW HAND ME YER JACKET." Ghost rolls his eyes and sheds his outer layer, leaving him in his black crew neck and balaclava. He knows it's best to just give him the damn hoodie since it's the only way he'll be able to herd his seargent back to his room safely.

-Just before Ghost hands over his coat, Johnny comes out from the darkened alley with what he claims is a kitten. However, he yanks the hand holding his precious coat back once he sees what the other man is holding in his hands.

-"Johnny what the FOCK that is NOT a cat you bloody fuckin- put it DOWN NOW."

-The man gives his best big blue puppy eyes even though he doesn't realize what he's holding isn't a cat at all, but a baby raccoon he found digging around in the trash. "Can we keep him lt? Please he'll be good and we can call him Floof or Bringer of Death or whatever you wanna name him!"

-"Oh for fuck sake you idiot, put the damn thing back in the trash before you get rabies and then I'll have to do so much paperwork because of your dumbass. I swear to you I'll-."

-As Ghost carries on, Soap puts the little trash panda back where he found it, (albeit begrudgingly), and they walk home just a little bit faster. If only to warm each other up when they get there.

Ghost:

-Ghost gets sent on a solo op to the desert in the middle of bumblefuck nowhere. He's on a stake out mission, meant to gather intel from afar and report back to Watcher periodically over the span of several days.

-As the hours pass by in the blistering heat, Ghost is a sentinel, unmoving and unwavering and unseen. The man has been glued to his rifle for the past 72 hours, and there isn't a sight of hair nor hide of anything worth noticing or reporting since he landed.

-It's approximately 12 hours before he needs to pack up and head to the exfil site that he sees movement. "Bravo 0-7 to Watcher." "Watcher here 0-7, send traffic." "Got movement heading towards the compound. HVT confirmed, multiple armored vehicles, what looks to be a package being guarded for delivery." "Good work, Bravo. Keep an eye out for any reinforcements or sudden changes until further notice. Watcher out."

-It's only after he clicks off his comms that he feels movement coming from his pant leg. As calmly and quietly as he can while flat on his stomach, he wiggles out of his boot and removes the offender. A small, brown lizard doing it's damndest to hang on to his sock.

-He flicks it to the side, shakes his head in silence, and doesn't think about the incident until after he rendezvous with the bird.

-On the tarmac and sore to hell and back from being a statue for several days, his seargent greets him before he even steps out of the belly of the plane.

-"Lt! It's good to have you back." Ghost just nods his way, not unkindly--the exhaustion setting in quick now that he's returned. Soap sends a bright smile his way, and follows the older man all the way to the armory to turn in his gear, and then all the way to the captain's office for debrief, and then to his door to finally shower and fall into bed for the next 10 hours until he's needed again.

-Ghost doesn't have the mind to look either direction before pulling his sergeant into the room behind him, locking the door once it's closed. He dips his head to the other man's shoulder and wraps his arms around his back in a much needed embrace.

-"Let's get you washed up and in bed, mo ghraidh." Soap takes the lieutenant by the hand and leads him to the bathroom to begin shedding him of his many layers.

-It's when he gets to his cargos that he notices it. "Uh, lt?" "Yeah, Johnny?" "Whatcha got in there?" "Huh? In where?" Johnny gently pats the right side of his hip, where his deepest pocket lays from the side of his hip to the middle of his thigh.

-Simon reaches into his pocket and freezes. "You've gotta be shittin me." He pulls out from his pocket a small, wiggly brown lizard that followed him home in the safety of his pocket. All they could do was look at each other and laugh.

[annarcaccia]

appreciate THE BOY

[cleopatragirlie]

The cats of Jack Kerouac

[burgeredagent]

do NOT order the shein gravity falls... WHO THE HELL IS THIS ⁉️‼️