#doberman puppies eyes open

[wishful-sinful-9]

YOU WANT IT DARKER

Logan Howlett x Reader

MASTERLIST

cw: stalkerish!logan, kidnapping, kinda dubcon, smut, piv, oral (f receiving), biting, hair pulling, body worship, overstimulation, just feral sex, both parties are a little unhinged, reader has no sense of survival instinct bless her

halloween special (better late than never) 🐺

Was this karma? Had you been some sort of puppy-kicking throat-slashing cold-hearted bitch in a past life? Are you being bit in the ass for it? Or had the universe just singled you out at some point to be an object of constant torment?

You'd thought a small town in the mountains was just what you needed: peace and quiet, beautiful landscapes, charming locals. The reality was freezing temperatures as early as September, and elderly neighbours that are just as frosty to the strange young newcomer. Two months in, you could no longer take the loneliness - life became a little brighter when you adopted your fiercely loyal, and almost terrifyingly giant, doberman you named (aptly, in your opinion) Baby.

And then you left the Goddamn back gate open.

Miles of forest stretch up the mountainside behind your house. You've been trudging through the dense woods for hours, voice hoarse from calling for your dear Baby. A whisper in the back of your mind tells you it's a lost cause; he must have gotten too far to find his way back, and God knows the predators lurking in these shadows willing to attack him. These shadows that are getting deeper with each passing minute.

A shiver runs through you, in spite of your thick scarf and fur-lined coat. You scan the surrounding trees as you realise that it's getting harder to see past them.

That's when you halt abruptly.

You have no idea where you are.

-

Right and wrong blurs into eachother sometimes for Logan. He's been alone for so long, and his instincts are so loud, he can't fight these strange animal tendencies that claw into him every so often.

And you, well you didn't help him at all.

Why the fuck would a pretty young woman like you be doing living round here? Walking around his forest every damn day, with that hound that you love so deeply, even though it could easily wrench its lead from your grip or bite your arm clean off with one snap of its wolfish jaws. Of course, he knows it would never do such a thing - it loves you like all dogs love their owners, unconditionally and obsessively and devotedly. It loves you like how he'd love you.

Picking a spot in the shadows and watching you pass by was one thing. Beginning to follow you on your route, all the way back to your home though - his conscience was beginning to blink its red warning lights.

Yet every time he indulges in his guilty pleasures, those lights fade a little more.

He doesn't notice they've gone completely black when he sees you presently, stood shivering in the depths of the forest. Lost.

Your dog blinks up at him, eyes bright and tongue lolling. Excited to introduce you to his new friend.

-

The darkness of the encroaching night, the cruel icy wind, and the severity of your situation is all forgotten when your blessed Baby appears like an angel from the shadows.

“Baby! Oh, my God, Baby,” you sob, kneeling as he runs to you with a furiously wagging tail. “Where have you been, boy? Where the hell have you been?”

You unwind the leash from where you'd knotted it and clipped it to your belt loop and reach for Baby's collar. He twists, not with any fear or violence, out of your grip in an instant. You frown. He hasn't done that before.

He trots over to where he had appeared from, glancing back and stopping, encouraging you to follow.

You step forward, “What are you..”

He returns to shepherd you to his desired direction. You do so, praying that once he's successfully shown you whatever impressive stick or pinecone it is that you can finally go home.

You trudge after your dog for a few more minutes before deciding you've had enough. “C'mon, pup, let's go home. Aren't you hungry? Eh, boy? Want some- shit!”

Baby sprints off suddenly, lightning-fast.

Your feet move before you can think. You're far too exhausted for this chase, but you are not going to lose him again. You shout after him as you sprint through the darkness.

You break through the trees and find yourself skidding to a stop - in front of you, there is a black iron gate.

Beyond it, a gravel drive leads to a shadowed, decrepit manor house, lit only by the full moon above. You don't have time to wonder why there was ever a house built this deep into the wilderness, because Baby's running straight to the open door.

-

He pets the dog idly, knowing you'll soon follow. It licks his palm.

The scent of roses, your perfume, strengthens as he hears the stumbling of your hiking boots at the entrance. The dog barks, and you follow the sound.

You burst into the living room, eyes wild when they meet his own.

Got you.

-

His dark eyes are unsettlingly wide as he stares you down.

The man whose home you've just broken into is unlike any around here; considerably younger than the elderly folk in town, perhaps in his thirties. Beyond that, there's something abnormal about him: he towers over you, huge in stature and wide with muscle. And one of his terrifyingly huge hands is petting your dog.

“I am so, so sorry sir,” you stammer stupidly, taking a wobbly step back. “He just - ran off - he never does it I swear, I'll get out of your- Baby, Baby, c'mere.”

He doesn't move.

You tremble as you contemplate grabbing him by the collar. But you can't seem to bring yourself to move towards this man.

“Baby, please-”

The man says your name.

Your blood runs cold. You bring your gaze to his, slow with terror. Another step back.

You could cry when Baby finally moves away from him, only to be further horrified when you beloved protector only does so to get behind your legs and usher you towards the man. The strange man who somehow knows your name.

You lurch forward at a hard nudge of Baby's head against your calf - into his arms. Strong, large arms that wrap around you tightly. Shit. Oh shit.

You shriek, attempting to wriggle free, but the man holds you to him tighter. He removes one arm, keeping you there solidly still with the other, and curls his fingers into a fist.

And three knife-sharp metal claws unsheath from his knuckles.

Your fighting ceases immediately. He doesn't hold them to you in threat, merely displays them in warning: Don't. Even. Try.

They disappear back into his hand and he brings his lips to your ear.

“You ain't going nowhere, sweetheart.”

-

It would've been a nice room, once. A canopy bed in the centre, a velvet loveseat at the foot of it, and a large window stretching across the far wall. Only now, the canopy's sheer curtains are torn, the colour of the seat's fabric faded, and the window completely boarded up.

The only source of light is a lone candle on the dresser. You pace in its dim light, shaking like a leaf, gasping short, panicked breaths.

He'd picked you up as if you'd weighed nothing at all and deposited you in this room, locking it and ignoring how you banged and screamed and shouted at the door. It didn't take long before you'd exhausted yourself and resorted to desperately racking your brain for means of escape.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

You sink to the floor with your head in your hands. Hiccupy sobs escape your lips, eyes sore from crying.

A gentle click of the door opening alerts you of his presence.

“I'm not gonna hurt you.”

As he lingers in the doorframe, even bigger from where you're crumpled on the floor, you find it hard to believe. Your breathing speeds up again.

In a stride, he's kneeling beside you. You jerk away with a cry as he tries to reach for your wrist.

His hand curls around your chin and brings your tear-stained, crazed face to his. The wildness in his eyes before was gone - there's a shocking earnestness in them now, as if he hadn't just used your only companion against you in luring you into his home.

“Deep breath in,” he murmurs.

What?

“Deep breath in, I said. Do it, girl.”

For some bizarre reason, you do it - drawing in a deep, shaky breath and holding it.

“Now out.”

You exhale.

“Again - in,” you do, “out.”

You can't shake the feeling that you're in some absurd dream as you repeat the process with your abducter until your breathing returns to normal.

He retracts his hand from your face and with a weak voice you whimper, “Who are you?”

“Logan.” He grunts.

“What do you want?”

He gazes at you for a long moment. When he responds, you detect a tremble in that baritone voice: “I've been alone for so. Damn. Long. Then you came along, into my woods, into my head, and now I'm losing it.”

His words send chills racing down your spine. Had he been watching you?

“It's like this instinct. This animalistic urge, that makes me want to keep you here - where I can keep you safe, keep you with me-”

“You're a mutant,” you rasp. He nods. “My parents always told me to stay away from... your people.”

“They aren't my people. I'm alone.” You flinch at the sharp edge to his tone.

He raises himself from the floor, looming over you again. You cower under his shadow.

“Well,” he grunts, “not anymore, I suppose.”

He locks the door behind him.

-

You don't know how many days have passed since Logan first took you.

It was only the day after that fateful night that he unlocked your room, under strict order to not leave the house. His only other kindness was to get some clothes for you from your house. You hadn't given him the keys.

Baby is your only comfort, as he curls up beside you at night for warmth. Even still, he seems to have developed some sort of bond with your captor, and is unwilling to be the guard dog you'd have assumed he would be in a situation such as this.

You've taken to slinking about in the shadows, rarely directly coming in contact with Logan; instead, you observe him.

His mutant abilities are not limited to the claws; from what you've gathered, he has some sort of heightened sense of smell and hearing. You know it would be foolish to try and escape because he'd sniff the nerves on you in an instant.

He feeds you mostly meat, which you pick at with little appetite.

It's those minor interactions, when he hands you your meal, that you ponder over throughout the long, cold days and nights. Had he lingered for longer to watch you eat? Did his fingers graze yours when he passed you the plate?

It soon came apparent to you, that this ominous, claw-bearing creature was no more than a man in isolation.

In a largely anti-mutant society, it's push everyone away, or be shunned and hurt. In this world, he's abnormal. Dangerous. A monster.

And you want to crawl into his skin and find what he is really: man or beast?

-

His ears prick at the shuffle of your feet. No matter how often he hears you move about, you never fail to excite his paranoia.

But you never do run, or lash out, or panic. You just remain in the darkness, watching.

In truth, he regrets doing this to you. It was the primal part of his brain eating the rational, and now you were constantly in his proximity, the animal had calmed itself and the human had settled in. Still, he could not bring himself to set you free. Not until he'd figured out how to get himself back to how he'd used to be.

Click.

He froze.

The door. You were at the door.

He set his beer bottle down hard on the table, a warning. He was there. He'd know if you were escaping.

The smell of fresh night air leaks into his nostrils, and he stalks over to the foyer.

You're halfway out the door - staring at him.

For a heartbeat, you keep his furrowed gaze, heart rabbiting in your chest. Then you bolt.

-

You barely make it to the gate before rough hands slam you backwards into his chest.

You don't struggle. You just pant in his hold.

A long, terrible moment of silence passes that makes you doubt your confidence in emerging from this situation unharmed. When he finally speaks, his lips brush the shell of your ear.

“What. Was. That.”

You squeak, “I wanted to see if you'd go after me.”

You're flung over his shoulder and marched straight back to the house.

He dumps you on the tattered armchair by the fireplace, and leans over you - gripping each arm of the chair to cage you in. His eyes are as dark as you've ever seen them.

“You have your answer,” he growls.

“Logan I-”

“Now I want to find out mine.”

You press yourself back into the chair. “Answer to what?”

“Why did that turn you on?”

Your mouth runs dry and your cheeks are ablaze. You shake your head furiously, refusing to meet his eye. “I don't know what.. Uhm..”

One hand is no longer on the chair, instead it's on your cheek. Forcing you to look at him.

Wordlessly, he drops his hand... and shoves it down your pants instead. It's then that it hits you: that heightened sense of smell of his can detect arousal too.

A thick finger runs through your folds, gathering the slick sticking to your panties.

“Logan-”

“You are turned on.”

He sounds almost a little incredulous, as he pulls out his hand and studies how your arousal shines in the milky moonlight, coating his fingertips.

You make a little noise of embarrassment, and it turns his attention back to you. Wide-eyed, flushed, lips slightly parted. And a switch flips.

He grasps the back of your head to meet him halfway as he crushes his lips against yours. Bruising, but for some reason, addicting.

You moan slightly, opening your mouth to encourage his tongue and it makes his mind blur.

He tears away after a minute, and, operating as if possessed, rips your pants open.

You gasp, but have no time to reconsider: your panties are torn clean off too, and a finger is curling deep inside you.

Your wails prompt him to try another, his thumb circling your clit, the pads of his fingers pressing against the spot that makes your eyes roll. You can barely gasp his name, so overwhelmed and lost in pleasure.

It's not enough. He needs to taste you.

You almost scream when his mouth replaces his thumb, sucking desperately on your clit. He laps at you with such animalistic intent, the haze in your mind lets through one paralysing thought: how does he fuck?

The pressure builds in a way you've never experienced before - so quick and heavy, like a tidal wave, and when you cum he almost ruins his pants along with you. The sheen of sweat over your face, your heaving chest, that sweet white release trickling down his palm. More.

Your hand flies into his hair as his fingers begin to move again and his mouth is somehow faster and needier than before.

“L-Logan I can't-”

He groans gutterally as he pulls away for a second to spread your juices over your throbbing flesh, already swollen. When he dives in again, you just grip his hair for dear life.

The next orgasm has your thighs clamping tightly around his head, but he simply prys them apart again. You tug at his hair and he finally breaks away to kiss you hard.

You taste yourself on his tongue.

He doesn't let up until you're both in desperate need of air, and you take the opportunity to strip off your top and bra. His hands, shaking you realise, come up to cup your tits gently, his eyes greedily savouring the sight.

“Beautiful..perfect..let me fuck you.” He gazes in your eyes with such desperation, you lean forward to cup his face and kiss his nose.

“Anything, anything for you, Logan.”

-

You don't give a damn about that rug burning against your back. Not when he's so deep inside you, you swear you can feel him in your throat.

“Sweet girl,” he sucks into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Take me so well, does it hurt?”

“Mm-mm,” you hum, eyes welling with tears of overstimulation. “Just move. Fuck me, Logan-”

He lifts your knees, pressing the backs of your thighs to your chest, and slams into you over and over at an unrelenting pace. Your mouth hangs agape, crying for the pleasure. It's as if the beast in him has bled into your skin, making you want him closer, deeper, faster. You claw at his shoulders. He leans down to nip and nuzzle at your jaw and neck, but your lips only move to moan.

“I can feel you - so tight - cum for me, sweetheart,” he grunts out, “cum all over my cock.”

You do as he wishes with a scream of his name.

He watches the sticky mess where his dick meets your cunt grow with your latest release, and he wants even more.

You're too dumb to register how he hasn't cum yet, but is pulling out of you. You let him manhandle you with ease until you're on your front, cheek against the floor while Logan grips your hips to keep your ass up.

Like this, he can better watch it all drip out of you.

You let out a little whine, eyes fluttering shut as you're sure he just wants a final look. You jolt as you suddenly feel his tongue thrust into your hole and curl. “No more-”

You shiver at the obnoxious wet sounds of him licking up the mess between your thighs, pushing back against his face despite yourself. You breathe out a sigh of relief when he pulls away - then you feel the head of his cock notch against your entrance.

With the last of your deteriorating strength, you try your best to crawl away from his sloppy thrusts.

“I'm not done,” he growls, pulling you back onto his cock and pounding you harder. You give in, eyes rolling, back arching, front pressed to the floor once more.

“Give it to me.”

You can't.

“C'mon.”

He reaches round to rub your clit in mean circles.

“Let go.”

You cry, and clench so hard around him it feels as if your pussy is pulling him in.

You gush around him, and his hips stutter as he approaches his own release. You press back as you feel him try to slip out - “Inside me, Lo, fill m' up..”

With a shout, he cums deep inside you, only pulling out once completely milked dry. He groans at the sight of your twitching thighs, and the creamy mess leaking from your cunt. He pushes it back in before standing.

You're a sticky, panting, fucked-out thing when he gathers you in his arms, pressing his lips to your hairline.

“Can I keep you?” he grins down at you, the first time you've seen him smile. You beam and kiss his cheek.

“Keep me forever.”

a/n: this has not been well edited but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless! I've had a bit of writers block but the first part of the knight!au and the bbf!peter oneshot is on its way, slowly lmao

[rafesfavbimbo]

Okay so super random but what if reader wants a puppy and finally convinces Rafe to get one ( he was expecting a big scary dog). Reader comes in with a little ✨Dachshund✨. Rafe is all grumpy about it especially since the Dachshund is getting ALL the attention. So a rivalry between them happens.

Oh this is so sweet! I had a dachshund as a kid! 🥺 I changed it up just a bit! Hope you enjoy!

A/N: Fluff! Rafe has beef with a puppy bc he’s so territorial! 🙄

-

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Rafe shouted, his patience worn thin at the sight on his bed. His side of the bed now completely overtaken by the little brown shit that’s been tormenting him since y/n brought it home. When she said she’d wanted a dog he was prepared to be the owner of a nicely bred beast. Maybe a doberman or cane corso he could train to protect them and attack with just a snap of his fingers or whistle of his mouth. No. His girl brought home this little floppy thing that has been taking over the attention and affections that so rightly belonged to him and he hates it. The puppy now laying on his pillow making him groan and run a hand over his face as y/n giggled at his reaction. He’s such a brat she thinks, how can he be so impatient with the sweet baby she brought home for them? He’s so perfect!

“Aww, you big baby! He likes you! He just wants to be with daddy.” She giggled to him, sitting up with her back against the headboard as she brought the puppy into her lap and nuzzled her nose against his. “Huh, my baby. You just wanna be with daddy, don’t you?” She cooed to it with a baby voice, giggling even more when it let out a little arf as it licked her nose and wiggled excitedly. Tail wagging with excitement as its long little body shook with happiness. Rafe just sneered and rolled his eyes, grumbling to himself as he changed into a pair of grey sweats ready to sleep after the long day he had. He moved to his side of the bed and threw the covers off, making a show of swiping his side as if it was dirty and turning over his pillow with a huff. Y/n rolled her eyes with a soft mocking smile on her lips. “Daddy don’t be mad, we love you.” She gave him big doe eyes that matched those of the little puppy in her lap, already trying to wriggle out of her grasp and trail over to his side once more.

“No! Keep that little shit over there and with you. I’m too fucking tired right now, alright?” He got into bed, a scowl on his face as he got under the covers and laid his head on his pillow. He closed his eyes and huffed out before relaxing into the mattress and throwing an arm over his eyes. “Get your ass over here. I don’t need to fight that little punk for my deserved attention.” He griped, his other arm opening up and signaling her to lay onto him. “But Rafey-,” she was cut off by a growl that rumbled from his chest. His patience was wearing thin. “I said. Get. Over. Here. Or so help me god, I’ll throw the dog out on the street right now. C’mere, now.” He left no room for argument and y/n rolled her eyes. Even laying down with his arm over his eyes he’s so demanding. She gave the puppy one last peck and nuzzled it with her nose. Setting him down and watching him move to the end of the bed and nested by their feet before curling up like a small little cinnamon roll. She then leaned over and rested her hand against Rafe’s bare chest as she pecked his lips softly while his arm wrapped around her. The arm over his eyes moved to grip the back of her head and press her lips to his harshly as she squeaked into his mouth. He forced his tongue in and ran it over hers a few times as she moaned into the kiss and relaxed into him. Her leg came to rest over him and she nuzzled into his side and ran her hand down his chest to his toned stomach. She loved how domineering he was when he got his hands on her.

“I had a hard day and I just want to go to sleep with my girl next to me, you think that’s too much to ask for?” He said lowly as he pulled back, their lips wet with saliva while her now lowered and sultry eyes nodded stared into his. Bringing the arm on his lower stomach to wrap around his neck as she nuzzled deeper into him and pressed a peck to his nose. Nuzzling it with her own as she gave him a soft smile. “M’kay. I love you.” She told him, immediately laying her head next to his on his pillow as she tightened her hold around his neck. On her stomach with her leg thrown over him while his arm under her wrapped around her waist. “I love you too, now go to sleep.” The two sighed softly with sleepiness, both of them immediately dozing off in each other’s arm and presence. The stress of the day lifting away from him as he entered dreamland. Little dachshund nuzzled at their feet in his own little word of sleep. The three of them a little family on the bed.

-

Sometime later in the middle of the night y/n woke up from the pressure in her bladder. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes careful not to mess up her lashes as she lightly rubbed them. Rafe’s arm still around her as his head was bent to the other side, soft breathes and snores leaving him while his chest moved up and down softly. She gave him a warm smile and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before making the effort to move slowly as to not wake him. But Rafe’s a light sleeper and the loss of his favorite pillow was definitely affecting him. His arm tightening while she pushed back against it to get out of his grip. “Go back to sleep.” He mumbled to her, voice raspy from his slumber and his eyes still shut. Y/n sighed and pushed against his arm harder as she told him, “I have to go pee.” Rafe grumbled before removing his hold on her and relaxing against the mattress once more while he mumbled a “hurry up.” He hated sleeping without her.

Y/n quickly slipped out of bed and put on her pink, fluffy slippers while she walked quietly to the door. Turning her head back to observe her sleeping puppy and her sleeping man. Both having the biggest place in her heart as she smiled and gently opened the door, shuffling outside quietly and walking down the hall to the restroom. She knew Rafe would warm up to their baby eventually he just had to be a little ass about it first.

-

Eventually y/n made it back to the room, having gone down to get some water and munch on a couple snacks. She quietly opened their bedroom door and shuffled in, the sight she saw making her insides warm up and heart swell so much she swore it’d pop out of her chest. There he was, their little dachshund nuzzling next to his Rafe’s head as he had an arm wrapped around it. His face nuzzling into the puppy as his thumb stroked it back and forth. Y/n smiled and took off her slippers before getting onto the bed gently and reaching for her phone to take a picture of the soft moment. About to unlock it when a voice gritty with sleep spoke up. “Don’t even think about it. I just missed you, alright?” Rafe spoke, face still nuzzled into the puppy with his eyes still closed. He opened his tired eyes slowly and looked at her as she sat up and smiled at him with a mocking smirk that said everything. Rafe rolled his eyes before he lifted his arm and gestured for her to join them. She could never say no to that.

Y/n immediately laid on her side and wrapped her arm around his waist, their legs tangling together as they laid on their sides with the sleeping puppy inbetween them, his little head turned to y/n. They both nuzzled into it, encasing it between them as they all relaxed. “I’ll admit he’s a good sleep buddy.” Rafe said softly, their eyes looking into each other’s as the room filled with love. Y/n just shook her head with a smile as she replied, “I knew that, you’re just too stubborn to like anything until it’s proven worthy to you.” She meant it, he’s always so stubborn but it’s such an endearing trait of his, at times. Rafe just rolled his eyes as the puppy twitched between them, paws stretching up from its position on his back as he turned over on his side and nuzzled deeper into Rafe. “Whatever, go to sleep.” He said gruffly before closing his eyes and sighing with contentment as he allowed his sleepy daze to succumb him once more. Y/n following shortly but not before staring at them nuzzled into each other, closing her eyes with a smile as she fell into her own sleep. She knew he’d love the puppy.

-

A/N: I love when this big angry man is soft okay. I wish I was the one nuzzling into him though sigh… I hope yall enjoy! Fluff is so fun to write! 🐰🌸💕

[ggwendolyn]

BF!Leon Kennedy HCS (RE2 & RE4)

BF!RE2Leon who met you at a party before he got his job, being a shy and awkward little guy whose hands were sweaty as he asked you to dance.

BF!RE2Leon who asked you out on a date late that night.

BF!RE2Leon who was mesmerized by your words and personality on your first date.

BF!RE2Leon who remembered everything you ordered on restaurants so he could learn about what you liked and disliked.

BF!RE2Leon who almost cried when you complimented his moles and dimples.

BF!RE2Leon who gifted you a huge flower bouquet after you told him you liked a kind of flower while he was walking you to your house.

BF!RE2Leon whose first kiss with you was on your third date. Poor baby, you were his first kiss! He didn't knew what he was doing, his face was blushed as a cherry.

BF!RE2Leon who had his eyes open as wide as they could once you asked him to be your boyfriend, he obviously accepted.

BF!RE2Leon who was really, really nervous when he invited you to his place.

BF!RE2Leon who was literally drooling over you when you both made out for the first time in his apartment.

BF!RE2Leon who was a blabbering mess when you started to undress, his hands were everywhere, so were his lips.

BF!RE2Leon who sucked on your nipples like his life depended on it, he couldn't help but bury his face between your tits and beg you to squeeze them and press his face onto them.

BF!RE2Leon who is obsessed and addicted to you, you're his priority.

BF!RE2Leon who accidentally mumbled "mommy" while you mounted him, his hips involuntary bucking up and his eyes rolling back.

BF!RE2Leon who moaned and whimpered like a bitch in heat with each time you let your pussy fall down into his cock.

“Nngh— ah, fuck- Please.” He babbled as his hands gripped the blankets, tongue wetting his lips as he moaned softly. “God- You're incredible... Oh, fuck! Fuckmefuckmefuckme.”

BF!RE2Leon who was begging on his knees, pleading for you to sit on his face.

BF!RE2Leon who immediately moaned and slurped your juices like a man starved when you agreed.

BF!RE2Leon who gripped your thighs so he was drowning with your liquids, wanting nothing but be suffocated by your pussy.

BF!RE2Leon who came in his pants TWICE after you started pulling his hair and praising him when you released into his mouth.

BF!RE2Leon who hugged you tight and rested his head on your chest before the intense making out session which ended up in something else.

BF!RE2Leon who asked you to move in with him to his apartment, he just can't live without you.

BF!RE2Leon who is just a little puppy who loves you so much that even a gentle caress from you can make his day better.

BF!RE4Leon who met you at work, you both got paired up for a mission in Los Angeles.

BF!RE4Leon who insisted to get paired with you after your first mission together, justifying it with "she's childish, she can get hurt." but he secretly enjoys your company a little too much.

BF!RE4Leon who blushed after you heard him chuckle to one of your jokes and babbled about it all day.

BF!RE4Leon who doesn't know how to express his feelings.

BF!RE4Leon who confessed to you in the plane way to a dangerous mission, muttering everything and needing to repeat it since you didn't understood what he said.

BF!RE4Leon whose first kiss with you was in that plane, holding your cheeks and hugging you tightly because he didn't knew what could happen in that mission.

BF!RE4Leon who barely tells you that he loves you, but words are not everything. He saved you from a lot of hard situations, he would give you the whole solar system if you asked for it.

BF!RE4Leon who got you a doberman pup after he saw you pet one at street.

BF!RE4Leon who doesn't like going out on dates but secretly loves laying on your stomach while watching some cheap horror movie.

BF!RE4Leon who holds you close when fucking on some random motel room before a mission.

BF!RE4Leon who doesn't moan but sighs heavily and kisses your body.

“Shit... look at what you do to me...” He breathed out, inhaling deeply before exhaling and sucking on the flesh of your breast. “You're so pretty, so beautiful.” He mumbled while caressing your silky skin.

BF!RE4Leon who buys you new lingerie because he ripped off you the ones you had accidentally.

BF!RE4Leon who tugs at your hair and whimpers lowly when you're sucking him off, murmuring praises and patting your head.

BF!RE4Leon who worships your body quietly, not making eye contact because he would blush like crazy if he does.

BF!RE4Leon who pecks your lips or caresses your sides while you cook.

BF!RE4Leon who tends to be very manipulative in telling you not to go to certain missions with him but he only does since he doesn't wants to lose you.

BF!RE4Leon who bought you a ring with your and his initials on it.

BF!RE4Leon who reads the same books as you when you're out with Claire for shopping because he's interested and wants to talk to you about it but it's very shy on doing so.

BF!RE4Leon who buys you the rest of the books of the saga you're reading for your birthday.

BF!RE4Leon who was very shy and awkward when meeting your parents, he wasn't sure what to talk about.

BF!RE4Leon who hums your favorite songs and cuddles with you when you're stressed.

BF!RE4Leon who writes letters for you when going out on missions alone just in case something happens to him.

© ggwendolyn 2023

[oneforthemunny]

soft!mafia!eddie pulls reader into his lap and her head in his neck when she gets upset over something and he just soothes her (bonus points if he goes and grabs the puppy doberman to come cheer her up)

Knock! Knock!

Eddie huffed, looking up at the large mahogany doors of his office. It was closed, which meant he was not to be disturbed. He knew his people knew that, and Gareth would have said something if it was important.

He ignored it, brushing it off as the house keeper's lapse in judgement until that same rapping came again, soft, luring him in. Eddie's nerves screamed, hair at the nape of his neck standing tall with alert. His hand was on the glock, cocking it as quietly as he could, side stepping softly towards the door.

Someone had got in. Someone had got in and killed the dogs, killed Gareth, killed anyone who would warn him, and now they were here for him.

Eddie's mind raced, leaning against the door softly, carefully trying to stay concealed while listening until he head it. That sniffle. Your sniffle.

"Ed?" You called, voice wavering and wobbly, muffled through the thick door.

Eddie felt himself relax at the sound of your voice, pulling the door open. "Hey, sorry, sweetheart, I was- why are you crying?"

You tucked your lip in, trying to keep in your emotions under Eddie's intense stare. Hard and commanding, demanding to know what had got you so upset- who had.

"Are-Are you busy?" You asked, your voice smaller than you wanted it to be, fingers twisting in front of you. Eddie shook his head, pushing the door open further so you could come in.

"Why are you crying?" Eddie repeated, watching you carefully, every tiny quirk in your facial expression, he caught easily, trying to read you like he was interrogating you.

Your lip quivered, brows creasing the way the did before you were about to cry. Eddie's heart lurched, dark eyes widening at the reaction. "I just... I had a bad day." You shuddered, a stuttered sigh falling from your pouting lips, eyes shining helplessly up at him.

"Yeah? 'm sorry, baby, come here." Eddie muttered, pulling you towards the couch. He wanted to demand you tell him who upset you, tell him so he could take care of them. Hurt them for daring to hurt you, cut their tongue out so they could never speak another hurtful word to you.

Instead, he stayed calm, pulling you between his spread legs so you were on his lap, cradling you close to him. Your nose turned into his neck, like he knew you would, his hand rubbing your back gently. "You wanna talk about it?"

"No," You muttered, the vibrations of your voice tickling his neck. You pulled back, cheek resting on his shoulder. "I just... I wanna go take a bath, and-and cuddle my dogs," Your eyes lifted to his so sweetly he was sure he would melt into a puddle on the couch. "With you."

"If-If you're not working." You added, neck craning towards the desk. "I don't-"

Eddie shushed you, a soft shake of his head. "I was finishing up anyways." He muttered, lips pressing to your forehead. "You want the jets on in the tub? Champagne? Wine? What do you want, baby?"

You turned into his chest, the sweetness in his tone, so doting it made you dizzy. "I don't care." You mutter, rubbing your face against his chest, soothing the sting the burn of tears had left. "Whatever you want."

"Oh no," Eddie shook his head. "Nuh-uh, what do you want? I'll get it for you, baby, just tell me."

You melt into his touch, head lulling back to look at him. Eddie's grip tightened around your waist at the sight of your tear stained cheeks, the primal rage tearing through him in a hot, blinding flash.

"I just... I just want to take a bath. Nothing crazy, just... want to get the gross feeling off. I feel grimy." You mutter.

Eddie doesn't press, he'd find out soon enough. Instead, he led you to the bathroom, the large tub he had built just for you. Even kneeling down to shimmy your work tights off, kissing your bare calf while he did. It made you grin, that tiny giggle floating out that had his head spinning. Sinking beside you in the bath, letting it fill up until it was to your chin almost, you between his legs while he worked out the knot in your shoulders sweetly.

He didn't even complain when the dogs bounded on the bed, even lifting baby Beelzebub up without having to be asked. The way the puppy ran to you, smothering you in slobbery puppy kisses that had you laughing and squealing- it was worth it.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Tangerine headcanons/ imagines

tangerine x female reader

tw: none! just cute stuff that makes us sad

okay so I love analysing people and ive been in love with him since march/april, so this was a piece of cake- also im obsessive and lonely so was super easy lmfao

these are just things that I think (kinda self indulgent) but if you disagree that’s fine too

princess treatment- he’d treat you like royalty

huge softie at heart

love language wise:

 physical touch- I feel like he’s quite handsy, he always has to be touching some part of you

 acts of service- he’d always be willing to help you, does things for you. makes you snacks and drinks throughout the day- like if you’re busy, he’d pop in and give you a tray of stuff you may need

 quality time- he’d value the time you spent together, even if you weren’t doing an activity together (both in the same space, doing your own things) he’d designate certain days for just you

 gift giving- he’d spoil you like crazy, he’d remember certain little things about you and get you a thoughtful gift based off that (like if you mentioned something you wanted to try for just one second midway in a conversation you had months ago, he’d remember it)

words of affirmation- he’d call you tonnes of pet names, I feel like he’d say ‘my’ in front of it to make it more special. he’d tell you he loves you, how special you are and how much he adores you etc

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hates everyone but you vibes- he’s standoffish to everyone, but when it comes to you he’s the complete opposite; he speaks very soft and kind towards you

he treats you like the most valuable thing on earth

very patient with you

protector x protected energy- he just always wants you safe

nose and forehead kisses

lots of thumb stroking on your cheeks 

lots of intense eye contact- he admires your eyes

feel like he’s a hip and thigh kinda man

I feel like you’d be very close to Lemon, and sometimes it’ll wind him up. Lemon would tell you embarrassing stories about Tan- you’d love it while he’d hate it

I get ride or die vibes- kinda like romeo and juliet, just minus all the death

he secretly loves your chick flicks, he pretends he hates them but watches them with you every time

he also pretends he hates when you call him sweet things but he definitely looks away to smile

he’s very slow to warm up, takes a bit of time to crack him open. on the outside he’s a doberman but on inside he’s like a ragdoll

gets a bit possessive, not in a scary way- but I do think that sometimes it could be

feel like he’s the kind that will literally worship you

you clean his cuts and wounds after missions

he runs warm but you run quite cold, so he’s always trying to warm you up

I feel like you’re the first person he’s actually loved romantically

drinks black coffee and ofc tea

definitely a whisky drinker, he loves a good whisky by the fire

I feel like he’s very clean, likes to keep everything organised. maybe a bit of a perfectionist

always smells good

very romantic and extremely charismatic- a natural charmer. funny and lots of inside jokes

he’s a great caretaker- looks after you really well. if you’re ill he’d be with you at all times, not caring if he got sick too. and when it’s your time of the month he’d get you hot water bottles and you’d get lots of back rubs etc

he loves it when you use your fingers to trace over his tattoos, same goes for his chest hair too

also loves when your stroke through his hair

he gets really irritated in hot temperatures- and starts swearing a lot more

I feel like he’s kind of set in his ways about things/ he knows what he likes, and that you help open his mind about trying and doing new things. you help keep things fresh and exciting

some reason I feel like you’d have daddy issues idk why, (sorry if you do, also sorry if you don’t lmao)

he might follow you like a lost puppy, he’d literally do anything you say

you’d be best friends as well as a couple

he’s very reliable and would drop anything for you

if you needed to rant or vent, he’d be there lending you his ear. he’d be an incredible listener

very attentive

feel like he’s a fast driver, but never when you’re in the car

if someone flirts with you or someone was mean to you at work he’d say “where are they? I will fuckin kill em”

private but not secret relationship

definitely a homebody

whenever he goes past the florists or to the shop, he’d always bring some flowers back for you (more often than not- it’ll your favourite type of flower)

leaves you sweet notes around the house

that’s it for now, hope you liked

[unicorncornflakes]

Summer Isles - Modern!Aemond x Reader | Chapter 2

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Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: After two years in the Summer Isles, Aemond returns from his international stay during his doctorate ready to be with the girl he left Westeros for.

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Emotional Hurt/ Comfort/ Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Warnings: Not at this moment, maybe later :P This is the best I can write these days, sorry :(

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Word Count: 3.4K

Aemond returned to pay for a cigarette without having barely taken a couple of drags. It was the third cigarette that he put out discouraged at that party. He knew that some of Aegon's friends were trying to be nice, asking him how his time in the Summer Isles had been... trying to be nice, most of them, not all.

He had been terribly grateful for their attitude to all those who had ignored him. It was the best they could do. Especially when Aemond had tried, without much success, to smoke a quiet cigarette on the huge terrace of Aegon's new bachelor pad. Because that's what it was. It even had a swimming pool. The damn terrace had a pool that he was sure Aegon wouldn't use with just you.

He looked at the cigarette crushed against one of the flower pots on the terrace and leaned against the wall without much encouragement. He assumed you were supposed to be with Aegon. He hadn't seen you again all night and he regretted taking the first flight. He had only done it to impress you, as if that act of love could erase the fact that he hadn't texted to you in two years. He had been a terrible friend all that time. He had also been the friend in love and scorned.

“There is a terrace in Aegon's room too. I know how much it bothers you that you can't have a cigarette when you're stressed.” Helaena approached her brother and leaned against the same wall, looking at the sky. “I don't think it's going to take much longer for the fireworks to appear. After them, you can go home without looking rude” his sister smiled sweetly. Aemond prepared to enter the house again and go to Aegon's room, the same one that you would share with him that same night. “But, I know you're not here to see the fireworks.” Helaena looked back ahead, just after giving her brother a sideways glance.

“Hmm,” was all Aemond sighed as he walked back into the house. There he saw Aegon lying on a couch with a couple of his friends. There was not a single trace of you. Aemond had thought you would be at the party with him. Unnoticed, he tried to look for you with his one eye, but all he could find were drunk or high people. Maybe... you were in the bathroom, why wouldn't you be with your boyfriend on a night like that?

Aemond walked the entire hallway in silence. He took a cigarette from the barely opened package as he walked through it. All full of quite contemporary paintings. He thought his brother had finally learned to value that kind of thing, or surely it had been you. The one-eyed man knew that it was better to contribute for the second option. Aegon wasn't all that refined about that sort of thing, but you were. You always had been, that's why he had always thought you were the perfect girl for him.

He went to reach for the doorknob to Aegon's room when he heard barking inside. They were powerful, a big dog. “Shhh, Sunfyre, now, now. Stop” He heard your voice and Aemond flung open the door, almost worried that something was happening to you.

As soon as he opened the door, he found you on a pile of coats on top of Aegon's bed. A young Doberman puppy was jumping on top of you. Licking your face. He must have been almost a year old, but the youth of a young dog still shone in his eyes. He was almost as big as you and the dog could only wag his stump of a tail as he watched Aemond open the door. He ran towards the Targaryen.

“No, please, don't let him escape,” you squealed in amusement at Aemond and he only stopped you with a quick movement of his leg, closing the door behind him. "Thank you. I don't even want to think about having to chase him around the party again” you smiled as you grabbed the dog's leather collar and Aemond's heart just melted.

I'm in love with you. It was the only thing that was going through his mind, what he wanted to scream at you.

You continued grabbing the dog and locked him in the bathroom, leaving him jumping on the glass door of the bathroom. “He's always scared by fireworks,” you tried to smile while the dog filled the glass of the bathroom door with fog and drool. You sighed tiredly and looked at Aemond with a sweet half smile. “He destroyed your cigarette,” you laughed, pointing to the destroyed cigarette in his hand just as he had stopped the dog and he could only sigh as he took another one out of the package. “How come you're not at the party?” you told him as you turned and walked out the door to the small terrace of the bedroom. You simply sat down in one of the two chairs there and were grateful to stretch out while you loosened all the bones and muscles in your body after a long day of work.

“I need a quiet smoke” was all he told you as he took the zippo out of his front pocket and sat down next to you in the other chair. He took a couple of drags while the flame of that Zippo continued to feed the cigarette fire.

“You still have it,” you stated. It was not a question, but a statement. He handed you the old Zippo as he blew out the smoke from the last puff again. You bit your lower lip, suppressing a satisfied smile. That meant so much to you. You were amazed that Aemond still maintained something like that.

“Well, I have modified it slightly,” he confessed to you as you passed by the Targaryen shield engraved on one of the sides of the lighter. Your perfect fingers caressed him with great care while Aemond smiled pleased. “It was your father's fault that he started smoking. The least I could do was keep the lighter he gave me.”

“Yeah, sure, blame my dad for starting smoking,” you laughed. He resists you, precious, and Aemond felt his entire heart melt. How could you be so perfect? “He only left you the lighter because you had forgotten it at home,” you rolled your eyes in amusement, remembering that night in your own adolescence.

“And because of him that night I didn't stop smoking. If it hadn't been for that saint, that poor young man wouldn't have smoked a single cigarette that night."

A couple of days later, he had tried to return the lighter to your father. He never confessed it to you, but the man just looked at him with sympathy as he cleaned his hands after fixing one of Daemon's many cars. His personal mechanic, that was what his uncle had called him, and how he still was even in those days, although he was already close to retirement age. “Keep it, boy,” he smiled as he opened a beer during work hours in his workshop and offered it to Aemond, who rejected it with a polite wave of his hand. “I have many lighters. One more, one less, it's not going to make a difference,” he responded with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Yeah, but it's a Zippo,” Aemond said, almost embarrassed, when he offered it to him again. He knew they weren't cheap. Your family didn't have as much money as his. They would never have it. With his weekly allowance, he could buy four Zippos and still have money left over to take you out to dinner. Your father smiled tiredly and looked right at the entrance to the workshop. You were sitting on the sidewalk, watching the bikes, yours and Aemond's. Although your father knew that you were not a stupid girl. You had sent Aemond to return the lighter because you just wanted to know one thing.

“I liked the way she looked at you,” your father whispered in a knowing tone. Aemond looked at him strangely when he said those words and your father pointed his head at you. “I liked the way she looked at you when you wore it. Keep it,” he asked again as he returned to work. “But don't tell your uncle that I gave it to you,” he said as he crouched down to get under a car again. “It was a gift from him,” he added, but Aemond was no longer listening to anything your father said.

His heart was just pounding. He was then 17 years old. He was a couple of months older than you and couldn't believe your father's words. How had you looked at it? How? He couldn't stop turning that fantasy over in his head. And if… and if, were you interested in him too? As much as he was for you?

Your father heard him running in your direction and came out from under the car. He saw you both go together, pedaling. He knew that that afternoon you had agreed to see an exhibition at the cultural center of that small city. He took another sip of his beer. Fresh always came in better, but he couldn't stop looking at you.

That was the kind of boy he wanted for you. A boy with ambitions, studious, educated, who was looking to have a future. Aemond Targaryen was everything your father wanted for you, even though he had taken up smoking. We all had our flaws, but Aemond was perfect in your father's eyes and he had always found it cute how your cheeks would blush when you talked about him.

"How is he?" he asked you after a comfortable silence. You looked at him as if you didn't know what you were talking about. “Your father, I mean.”

"Oh, good. Great. Working hard, as always” you smiled at him as you leaned back in your chair. The truth was that your father had been terribly angry because Aegon had been late to his birthday party. You knew that he didn't like him, that neither of them really liked each other, but your father had tried to break the ice that existed in their icy relationship by finally inviting him to his birthday party. Aegon had shown up three hours later, relaxed and with a smile from ear to ear, as if provoking was always with him. Your father had asked you not to invite him to anything related to the family again. That was something you hadn't discussed with Aegon. You knew how it was going to be with your boyfriend and you knew that he would say again that all that was because he wasn't Aemond. Jealousy rarely came to the fore, but it always did in Aegon's relationship with your father. That was stupid. Your father didn't care who you dated, or so you thought.

“I should go see him to check the belt on the Mustang,” Aemond smiled at you and you smiled back shyly. Yes, that was just what your father needed to despise Aegon even more, knowing that Aemond was back. “Why aren’t you at the party?” He asked you sincerely while you curled up, taking off your shoes on the lounge chair that you considered your place on that small terrace.

“The truth is that I ended up terribly tired today,” you said without much encouragement, as if all your good humor had vanished, as if you didn't have to pretend that you were fine. That was Aemond's great magic. You didn't have to pretend. Sometimes it was stressful how much you pretended to be in Aegon's presence, as if his always carefree nature led you to it, as if you had to hide what you really felt for the sake of the relationship. “And I don't want to have to put up with Aegon's 'friends',” you confessed, as if not a single day had passed since you had last seen him. Because those were the great friendships, the ones that no matter how much time passed, you always spoke as if you had seen each other the day before.

“Yes, I thought I saw Cass Baratheon at the party,” Aemond laughed, taking a drag and you narrowed your eyes tired, but amused.

“I can't stand her. I've tried, but I can't stand it” you waved your arms and Aemond smiled.

“Don't worry, I can't stand Maris,” he responded with a shrug. He still remembered how she had laughed at his lack of manliness after the fight with Luke in their last year of high school.

"They are unbearable. Daddy’s girls” you replied, looking back up at the night sky and Aemond couldn’t stop looking at you. You were still as beautiful as when you were gone. Just as perfect. That conversation reminded him of the old days, when you were still nothing more than two kids who talked about the absurd things that happened to you in class.

Silence settled between you again. You were too tired to notice, but Aemond hadn't stopped looking at you for a single moment. He imagined that this was how he wanted to spend the rest of his days. With you. After a hard day of work, the two of them together. He saw you pass your hand over your cervical spine, grimacing painfully, but you stretched again. He finished his cigarette and in an irresponsible act threw it over the terrace. “Aemond!” You scolded him, almost amused, and he sat next to you in that armchair.

You never said anything, but the proximity of his body, in such an intimate context, made you feel slightly uncomfortable. But, it only made you feel that way, because you were dating Aegon and yet you were liking Aemond's proximity. You crossed your legs trying to find a new position in that chair and he just placed you against him. “Stand up straight,” he whispered to you and all the hair on your body stood up.

“Really, it's not necessary…” everything you were going to say died in a pleasant moan that escaped your lips as Aemond began to massage your neck. “Fuck…” you whispered under your breath and Aemond smiled again.

“I'm glad it wasn't necessary,” he responded while massaging a cervical spine that was terribly burdened by the stress accumulated over weeks. You continued to make little moans of pleasure which Aemond found adorable. That's what you needed, to be taken care of, to be pampered... and Aemond was back to do it. He had done a lot of reflecting during those two rather lonely years on the Summer Isles.

He saw the strap of your bra and slowly added it, as if he were trying to make you enjoy it. He licked his lips. He was going to kiss your bare shoulders first, then continue down your neck, and finally end up on your mouth. “Thank you for the massage. It was very good” you replied as you turned to look at him again, while you raised the strap of your bra back to your shoulders.

“Yes, it was good” he pursed his lips and looked at the ground again. He had to have been an asshole who had stayed silent while he imagined him kissing the neck of the girl of his dreams. “(Y/N), I…” he started saying. That was the moment. He couldn't put it off any longer. He did not want to. You were both alone at that party. It was like old times. Completely the same. What was stopping you from being together? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Aemond thought about Aegon, but he ignored you at best. He had thrown that party without thinking that you might be tired.

“Helaena told me that you have gotten a job at the University of King's Landing” you changed the subject and you could only see the disappointment on his face. You weren't prepared for what he wanted to confess. You weren't a stupid girl. But, Aemond had had his chance many years ago. He had only broken your heart by starting to date Alys, who was then your best friend, and after breaking up with her he, had run away to the summer islands, where he had not written you a single message, not once. You could tell what was going through his mind. You knew him well, or at least you had known him well before he went on that international stay that had lengthened the unspeakable. You didn't know if you were ready to hear I love you from his lips. Maybe you'd never be again. “I'm very happy that you are achieving everything you set out to do,” you smiled sincerely, because you were really happy that he was achieving what he had set out to do.

“Yes, it's a good position,” he whispered, as he took out a cigarette and lit it again. “I think that in three years I will be able to direct the History department,” he responded while settling down next to you in that chair that was clearly for only one person. You knew he was only saying that to impress you. Aemond's way of flirting had always been that, but you were with Aegon. You had chosen him two years ago. Just like Aemond had chosen Alys.

He grabbed your legs and lifted them onto his lap. Why had he had to choose Alys? Why? You would have been a great couple. You couldn't deny the chemistry that had always existed between the two of you. That simple conversation had reactivated it, as if you no longer knew what you wanted, because you didn't. You had never known it. “I guess… I'll look for an apartment in the city and drive to the university. It is not far. Only half an hour"

“You always wanted to return to the capital…” you said, not daring to look at him.

“There…there is someone who ties me to this place. For the only reason that I have returned after two years…” there was the confession. You didn't want to hear it. You couldn't hear it. Not now. Not when your whole world was crumbling around you, it almost seemed as if Aemond had waited for that moment to confess. At the moment when you were weakest and most vulnerable. "I…"

“Hey, I was looking for you, what are you two doing alone so far from the party?” Aegon just appeared there, still with a glass in his hand. He approached the two of you and you smiled at him, while Aemond thought of a thousand ways to kill him for that interruption. “You look beautiful,” he whispered to you as he grabbed the necklace Aemond had brought you. “Are you tired after work?” he whispered to you again, creating an intimate atmosphere in which Aemond was not invited.

“Yes, I'm quite tired,” you replied while he brushed his nose with yours, in a gesture that implied more tenderness than Aemond had imagined your relationship. He gave you several quick pecks. Kisses that made you laugh between each one of them. He whispered something to you that made you laugh, and Aemond began to feel uncomfortable, more and more.

“Oh, Aemond, Alys gave me my regards to you. I was shopping and I found her by chance” he said sounding completely innocent, but Aemond knew why he had said it, why he had said it right in front of you. As Aemond was about to answer, the first firework appeared in the sky and Aegon hugged your shoulders while you continued to sit. “I love fireworks,” he whispered and your heart sank.

You had never liked fireworks. They would never do it. Another exploded into the sky again and Aegon grabbed you tighter. While smiling. You didn't want to look at Aemond, but you knew he wasn't watching the fireworks. His head was very far away, almost as far away as yours.

But you both thought it wasn't fair. Aemond thought it wasn't fair for you to give your love to Aegon. You kept thinking that it wasn't fair that Aemond wanted to come back to confess something that you both had always known. Neither situation was fair to anyone. And in it, there were only losers.

[viburnt]

id love to read more about puppy dabi's lady and the tramp dynamic! could i request headcanons about how dabi met and became attached to his owner?

Hi, Anon! Thank you for requesting, lovely. Here are some headcanons for your favorite puppy boy! I hope you like them hehe.

Lady and the tramp: Doberman! Dabi meets his owner Headcanons

Dabi met you by mere coincidence and, to this day, he´s not very proud of the intentions he had when he first approached you. He was looking for an easy target to rob and you, looking like a dork with your job´s uniform (Dabi´s words), seemed perfect. He didn´t consider, however, that you felt no fear of his imposing and scary looks; hell, you even made small talk with him during the whole situation. "Ah, you need some money? It´s ok, I think I have some cash in my wallet. Is this enough?" *Confused Doberman noises* It was new for him, he´d never experienced kindness in such a way.

He was genuinely dumbfounded by your attitude towards him and something inside him simply went "Oh, ok, she´s dumb. Do I exploit this trait or..." Dabi even went as far as exchanging numbers with you, not sure of how that happened. You pretty much pulled an "Izuku Midoriya friendship move" and somewhat warmed his cynical heart.

This Doberman soon found himself keeping an eye on you from the shadows, making sure no one would bother you on your way home or to your workplace. If someone asked him why, he´d just say he was "keeping his cash cow safe", but the reality was that he was scared that your naivety would get you in trouble. It was already risky enough that you´d become close to him, what if someone else tried to abuse that dumb brain of yours? He figured it was because you had almost no experience on the streets, much like that doggie "Lady" from Lady and the Tramp. "Does that make me the tramp?" He often wondered, deciding to call you his lady for shits and gigs.

Touya is quick on picking your habits and likings, memorizing the streets you walk or what you buy at the convenience store for lunch. You also begin to reciprocate by being more open about you and your life, sharing quality time with him, and even going as far as inviting him over whenever he needs. It goes unnoticed at first, but whenever you say "Do you wanna come with me?" His tail wags with a happiness he hadn´t experienced before.

He becomes gradually more attached to you the more you start showing him the domestic side of life. Soon he finds himself waiting for the clock to mark 5 p.m. to join you on your path home; he allows you to touch him, and he allows you to approach. Hell, he becomes so comfortable with you that whenever you´re not around his brain screams "Where´s my dork?"

To put it in simpler words, he (being the tramp) having experienced life on the streets, fell for you (his lady), the one who showed sympathy and kindness to manage to tame his heart. And while he may not want to recognize it, you pretty much owned him in a way no other could.

"Do you like bubble tea? I like the flavors this store offers, so I bought you one too!" You said, handing Dabi the plastic cup. "Is this really ok? Why are you not scared of me?" The man asked, inspecting with curious eyes the drink you gifted him. "I don´t see why I should be scared, besides, I have no one to talk to. You´re a great listener, you know?"  Something inside Dabi felt warm, and he wasn´t sure of what it was; the stump of his tail wagged at your words. "Don´t be so fool, you barely know me." He explained, but you only shrugged it off. "Do you wanna harm me?" He shook his head. "If not friend, then why are you friend-shaped?" You joked, earning a hearty laughter from him. Only a month had passed since your first encounter, and it was so over for Dabi: you were too damn pure for your own good, and he liked that!

Tagging the club: @dabislittlemouse , @trickster-kat , @shonen-brainrot , @shionancientsblog

[fluentmoviequoter]

Hi,

I have a request for you. Deacon and reader have to pretend to be into a relationship for a undercover mission. But both of them love each other secretly and actually don't want to pretend.

💕

This is such a good idea!! Writing this was a ton of fun. I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!🤍

Warnings: angst, fluff, canon typical danger/action/violence, OC Andres Cabrera, references to drug trafficking, Deacon gets protective and a lil angry. I think that's all!

Word Count: 2.7k+ words

A/N: Does Metro go under cover? I don't know. But I do know that SWAT doesn't, so I brought Metro in. Also, I proofread and fixed a few errors after posting, but let me know if I missed anything!

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The Real Us

You fell for Deacon quickly and continue to fall deeper every day. You refuse to tell him because you are too scared to risk your personal and professional relationships. If only you knew he feels the exact same way; maybe everything would be different. Working with Deacon, seeing the good, bad, and ugly at work and in each other’s personal lives showed both of you that the other was worthy and deserving and impossible not to love. As Deacon got used to you during your probationary period, Hondo thought he was like a Doberman puppy, a vicious, lovesick combination as he follows you around while threatening everyone that comes too close. Now, you both resign yourselves to be friends and teammates, hoping it’s enough.

When Hondo yells your name attached to Deacon’s, your heart beats faster. “Hicks’ office,” Hondo finishes before he turns on his heel.

You fall into step beside Deacon, glancing at him.

“What did you do?” he teases, bumping his arm against your shoulder.

You struggle to remember to keep work first. Even if your safety wasn’t on the line, your fear of rejection keeps you from opening up completely. Likewise, Deacon is concerned you won’t want to date a superior or that you’re secretly in a relationship.

“Nothing, that I know of. Maybe Hicks found out you told Luca he could use the food in the fridge. After removing Hicks’ name,” you respond, smiling at him.

“Keep your voice down,” Deacon hisses.

“Here goes nothing,” you whisper as he opens the door for you.

Stepping into the office, you stop in front of Hicks’ desk and place your hands behind your back as Deacon joins you. Several officers from Metro are talking to Hicks and Hondo, who glances over and gestures for you to wait a minute.

“They’re going to steal one of us,” Deacon muses. “20-David won’t be the same without you.”

“Why would they take me? You’re way more experienced.”

“You’re prettier,” he says with a shrug. “Metro has a type.”

Your eyes widen as you turn to him, but you don’t get to ask what he means by that. Knowing that Deacon thinks you’re pretty, assuming he wasn’t still joking, sends a shiver down your spine.

Hondo nods at you before explaining, “Metro needs your help with a case.”

“Your Sergeant Hondo has already told us that we’re incompetent,” one of the officers adds.

“You’re the one that came to me for help,” Hondo shoots back. “They need a UC couple. Known drug trafficker Andres Cabrera is throwing a gala on his yacht, and there’s sure to be product, use, and purchasing.”

“Why not send actual UCs?” Deacon inquires.

“We’re stretched pretty thin, for one. But this also has a very high risk of getting dangerous. We’d rather have officers more prepared to deal with an ambush,” the Metro sergeant answers.

“What exactly is the purpose of the operation? I assume being under cover means we have to get firsthand proof of something,” you say.

“We need to find the leader of the trafficking operation, but we’d like to get proof of a purchase and find the hidden product if possible. The more we can get on this guy, the better. Most importantly, though, is to locate our guy. When you do, the rest of your team and my guys will be able to move in.”

You nod as Deacon agrees to join the team.

“So, for the most important question,” Hondo begins, winking at you, “what are they wearing?”

“I’m sorry,” Hicks says to you.

Sighing, you drop your shoulders. You knew when you heard gala it would be over-the-top, but you hope it’s not too bad.

✯✯✯✯✯

Your hopes are crushed. It’s terrible. The silky fabric is tighter than you’d prefer through the waist, then flares out. On the bright side, your gun is concealed. That’s the only plus, however. Stepping out of the locker room, you nearly run into Deacon.

“Sorry. Oh,” you say, gripping Deacon's biceps to stay upright. “You look great.”

Deacon’s three-piece suit matches the color of your outfit and makes him look even more handsome and dreamy than usual.

“Are you serious? You, you look perfect. I mean, you always look beautiful, but this is- I can’t catch my breath.”

You roll your eyes and laugh, stepping back as Deacon smiles. Tugging the outfit into a slightly more comfortable position, you feel Deacon’s eyes on you.

“You look amazing,” he says genuinely. “You’ll do great.”

“Whoa!” Luca and Hondo yell when you walk out, your arm looped through Deacon’s. 

“You two clean up nice,” Hondo adds.

“Thanks,” Deacon says, shaking his head. 

“Go get your sneak on, Deac,” Luca yells as Deacon pulls you away.

Tan is driving the limo to the docks and whistles obnoxiously before opening the door for you. The attention is funny from your friends, but from strangers and drug traffickers, it won’t be as enjoyable.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Are you two prepared to play a couple?” Tan asks as you near the coast.

“I think we can handle it. We know each other pretty well,” Deacon answers.

“And PDA?”

You shake your head at Tan, who is watching you in the rearview. It would be a last resort because one touch from Deacon might ruin you. There is no going back once you start something, especially something you so desperately need. 

“I’m going to keep you close,” Deacon whispers into your ear as you exit the limo. “Is that okay?”

You nod, smiling at him as his arm circles your shoulders, leading you to the oversized yacht.

“What do rich people do on yachts paid for by drugs?” you ask through your smile.

“Right. Because I’m the expert on that,” Deacon jokes. “Just act like we belong. Blend in.” You don’t hear him say, “As much as you can looking like that, anyway.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon’s hands are all over you. When you’re close enough to touch, Deacon tucks you under his arm against his side. Otherwise, you find yourself in his arms as you dance or linking your fingers with his as you socialize with people you will never understand. You’re like a magnet, and he can’t resist you.

“Dance with me,” Deacon says, leading you to the dance floor with a hand on your waist and his other hand in yours. “I think there’s something happening portside. Check it out and tell me what you think.”

You look over his shoulder, turning your chin toward Deacon. “You’re right. I can’t tell what they’re talking about though.”

You jerk your head down toward Deacon’s chest suddenly, and he instinctively pulls you closer.

“What?”

“I think one of them was looking at me.”

Deacon spins quickly, confirming what you thought. “He’s coming over here. Your call.”

“Let me dance with him if he asks. I’ll see what I can find out.”

“I’ll be close.”

“Excuse me,” the man interrupts, looking at you as he talks to Deacon. “Mind if I cut in?”

“Not at all,” Deacon answers, though the look in his eyes says the opposite. 

The man takes one of your hands as his other finds your waist. He pulls you close, too close. Deacon held you against his chest, and it felt right and safe, but being against this man’s chest is completely different.

“My name is Andres,” he introduces himself. Your target. “And I must say, you are the prettiest woman on my yacht tonight.”

“Well, I like to dress to impress,” you reply, moving your hand on his shoulder toward his collar.

“I don’t think it’s just the dressing.”

His hand on your waist moves slowly, but it’s easy to deduce he’s reaching down and around.

“One of my friends was on your yacht last week and told me how beautiful it was, so when he got an invite I begged him to bring me.”

“That’s your friend?” Andres asks, looking at Deacon.

You turn your head, seeing Deacon with a too-tight grip on a champagne glass and a forced smile. Tipping your head to the right, you signal that you’re okay just before Andres turns so you can’t see Deacon anymore.

“Yes. His wife is one of my best friends and she offered to watch the kids so he could bring me. She gets seasick when she steps foot on a boat, so I guess he decided I was a better date option.”

“You, dear, did not need to prove it, I am sure.”

“He also told me that you might be willing to show me your operation. Like I said, I dress to impress.” You pull yourself closer, looking up at him as you flirt. It makes you sick to your stomach, but it’s necessary.

“Has your friend seen my operation?”

“No. He’s more of a buy it and move on kind of guy, but I find your product, and you, fascinating.”

“Impress you did,” he says quietly, his hands moving to their original positions. “Meet be on the top deck in ten minutes, and we can work something out. Bring your friend’s wallet and we’ll show him exactly what you’re worth.”

You nod, batting your eyelashes as he steps back. Walking toward Deacon, you shake your arms and try to lose the feeling of Andres’s hands on you. Deacon’s jaw is clenched as you walk past him. He follows you behind a pillar, his eyes boring into yours as you reach up and cup his jaw.

“He told me to meet him on the top deck in ten and bring your wallet,” you tell him.

“My wallet?”

“He wants to show you what I’m worth.”

“Trust me, I know exactly what you’re worth,” Deacon says under his breath.

You look to your left, and before Deacon can see what you’re looking at, you rise to your tiptoes and hide your face in Deacon’s neck.

“Drop your head,” you whisper.

His breath fans against your collarbone as his head dips beside yours. You circle your arms around his neck, guarding your faces from passersby. The man you saw approaching walks behind you as Deacon’s arms tighten around your waist. His touch removes the discomfort you felt after dancing with Andres. Trying not to lose yourself in the moment, you reluctantly pull away from Deacon.

“I’ll come to the deck with you,” Deacon says, his hands dropping from your sides.

“You can’t come all the way. He’ll know,” you argue. “Stay close enough to hear me?”

“I’m not letting you face down a drug lord by yourself.”

“I’ll be okay. I know I’m not alone with you nearby.”

✯✯✯✯✯

You wander around the top deck, close to the staircase where Deacon is hiding.

“There she is,” Andres announces, spreading his arms as he approaches you. “Did you bring it?”

You flash a fake credit card and an overly flirty smile. “Yes, I did.”

“Perfect. We’ll go to my,” he brushes a finger over your cheekbone before finishing, “private area, below deck.”

His hand moves down, over your arm, and to your hip. He’s nearing your gun, and you rush to grab his wrist.

“Is that where you keep everything? Below deck?” you ask.

He looks over at an armed security guard before speaking. “Everything, yes.”

Your arm twists as he jerks his hand, pulling you close harshly.

“There you are!” Deacon exclaims as he walks onto the deck.

Andres shoves you sideways as his guard aims his gun at you.

“What’s going on?” Deacon asks.

“Something private. So maybe you should go,” Andres spits angrily.

“Maybe we should both go, yeah?” Deacon asks, raising a hand toward you. “We haven’t seen anything, we’ll stay quiet.”

“You won’t see anything. Get him out of here.”

Another guard barges onto the deck behind Deacon, and you pull your gun out of its holster, firing a shot before Deacon has time to turn around. The man groans as he hits the deck, cradling his arm against his chest. You move your gun to Andres as Deacon covers the other guard.

“You’re out of time,” Andres threatens. “More men are coming.”

“Yeah,” Deacon replies with a smile. “I know.”

A helicopter approaches, and Luca and Tan prepare to drop onto the yacht as it passes overhead.

“We got ‘em,” Luca tells Deacon. “Get back in there.”

Deacon grabs your arm gently, pulling you into the stairwell as he leads you below deck. You run into a locked door and turn toward Deacon.

“This has to be it,” you say.

He pushes against the door and freezes as footsteps descend, nearing you quickly. You look at Deacon and apologize before shoving him against the wall opposite the locked door. You pull yourself up and kiss him, deaf to the footsteps as boots scrape to a stop.

“Uh,” someone says, clearing their throat, “this is a private area, no guests are allowed on this level.”

Deacon gently pushes your hips back as you separate from him. He wraps an arm around your waist, giving an easy smile to the guard blocking the stairs.

“Sorry, man, but you know how it is,” he says.

The guard looks you up and down, ignorant of Deacon’s grip tightening on you as he rumbles, “I sure do.”

“So, we’ll just get out of your way and go back up.”

The guard raises a hand, stopping Deacon as his eyes remain on you.

“You head up, I need to ask her a few questions.”

“Not happening.”

You look at the guard and press a hand between Deacon’s shoulders. “Unless you answer a question for me first. Right, handsome?”

Deacon looks at you from the corner of his eyes, warning you not to do this.

“Any question,” you add. “And you have to tell the truth.”

“Deal,” the guard agrees quickly.

“Are there drugs in that room?”

He hesitates, then nods once.

“Move in,” Deacon says, his smile growing as you both step back.

“Don’t move,” you tell the guard. “LAPD S.W.A.T. You’re under arrest.”

The guard hesitates, then sighs and lowers his weapon before kicking it to Deacon.

“They’re always too good to be true,” he mumbles.

You hear yelling and footsteps as your team and the Metro squad enter the boat, breaking up the party. Hondo appears behind the guard with the Metro sergeant from earlier.

“This is why we chose you instead of a UC,” the sergeant says, winking at you.

“That was quite the kiss,” Hondo teases, pulling you into his side.

Deacon pulls you back into his arms as you ask, “Cameras?”

“Everywhere,” Hondo says. “There isn’t an inch of this place that isn’t covered.”

“Wish I’d known that before I went for my gun,” you mumble.

“Ready to get out of here?” Hondo asks as the guard is hauled away in handcuffs.

“Yes,” you and Deacon sigh together.

✯✯✯✯✯

Back at S.W.A.T. HQ, you change quickly and sit in the locker room, your head in your hands as you wonder if you and Deacon should talk about the kiss. It was just for work, but it felt like more. Maybe that’s just your heart talking, though.

“Hey,” Deacon says as he enters.

You look up, smiling when you see him. “Hi.”

“So…”

“I’m sorry.”

“I- why’d you do it?” Deacon asks, leaning against the lockers beside you.

You keep your eyes away from his face, knowing that if you see him you’ll tell him everything. “It seemed like the right move. We are- were pretending to be a couple, and you know, that’s what couples do. We needed an innocent reason to be there and that’s all I could think of.”

“Were we?” Deacon asks.

You pause, glancing up at him. “Were we what?”

“Pretending,” Deacon answers, turning to sit beside you. “Because that felt really real. All of it, the dancing, the kiss, the touches.”

You fall silent, looking at Deacon’s hand resting beside yours.

“Sorry,” he begins.

“I wanted it to be real,” you admit quietly.

Deacon smiles, and turns your chin toward him. Kissing him the second time is just as magical as the first. He pulls you close, uninhibited in how or why he touches you. Breathless, you pull away but keep your forehead pressed to his.

“What took us so long?” you ask.

“I was wondering the same thing. We should go on a date. One where we don’t have to run for cover or kiss just to stay alive.”

“Your kisses are pretty deadly,” you joke, “they make me breathless and make my heartbeat too fast.”

“Not funny,” Deacon says, chuckling.

“But they also make everything better,” you whisper.

Deacon smiles before kissing you again, a promise to never pretend again. After pretending not to love each other and pretending to be in a different relationship than you were, you both decide that keeping secrets and being someone you aren’t only delays what you really want. Being someone else with Deacon helped you to admit that you’re in love with the real Deacon, just as he loves the real you.

[sinsmockingbird]

after a pomeranian rahu shall get a desired doberman for some special occasion. and yet the pomeranian baby will choose rahu as its owner and the doberman will choose s/o. when s/o leaves for a long period of time rahu and the doberman are sobbing together missing their beloved s/o and they just look identical when s/o comes home and they rush to the door to meet her.

the pomeranian seems more independent just like s/o and yet it whines, scratches the doors and captures rahu's clothes between its teeth so she doesn't leave (unsuccessfully though).

god i crave some soft slices of life of rahu x s/o with their pets...

Oh my god your making me crave slices of life with Rahu!!

CW: None, just fluff under the cut!

I think for her birthday, you would surprise Rahu with a doberman puppy, the one she always wanted since you guys first talked about getting a dog. She would be overjoyed to have one, especially with the fact that it was her S/O who got her them. But a few months after her birthday, it becomes apparent who the doberman really belongs to.

The doberman becomes attached to S/O's hip almost instantly. It's by your side at all times, when it's eating, going on walks, or at home with it's head laying in your lap when your on the couch. But Rahu can't complain about it because she does have your little pomeranian that she's absolutely obsessed with (though not to the level of you).

When you go away on missions for a day to a week, Rahu and the doberman are definitely sad. They'll be depressed while your gone, barely eating or moving as they mope around your home. Sometimes Rahu will just hold your doberman close to her, as to comfort them and herself - it's the one time they're actually close to one another.

But as soon as you get home and they hear your eyes unlocking the front door, be prepared to hear crashes inside the house as they trip over stuff trying to get to the door. When it's opened your eyes immediately land on the two, waiting patiently at the door, big smiles on they're faces as they try to control themselves from knocking you to the ground to give you love.

It's insane how the two look identical to one another - you debate sometimes if Rahu is actually a doberman in disguise herself.

Though after gazing at them for a few short seconds, you'll open your arms and beckon them to you. They're both on you in a second. Rahu is wrapping you up in her arms, kissing all across your face and nuzzling into your neck, while your doberman runs around your guys feet, sometimes jumping up on to it's hind legs to lick at your face.

While your busy being attacked with love by the two, your guys pomeranian is sitting on the couch watching, waiting patiently for Rahu to come back and cuddle it.

If it's Rahu who goes away on a mission for a day to a week, your pomeranian is trying it's hardest to get her to stay. It'll bite at her pants legs, tugging at it as it tries to stop her from leaving through the door. But it won't work as she picks them up, lays a kiss to their head before handing them to you and leaving.

Be prepared for the pomeranian to yip and whine and howl throughout the time Rahu is gone. It's sitting at the door waiting for her return, having bundled itself up in one of her favorite jackets.

[cha0s-boyy]

puppy for heavydirtysil

[ID: a cartoony digital drawing of an anthro doberman mix from the chest up. she is fat with a sizeable bust, and has one floppy and one upright ear. her fur has the typical black and tan doberman markings, but the areas that would normally be tan are pink. her eyes are gold and her skin is hot pink. she is wearing a hot pink collar with an indigo stripe on it, with a gold bone-shaped charm on it. she is smiling with her mouth open, and has one hand raised with one finger up. /end ID]

[pyramidsoul]

Jeffrey Dahmer and the relationship with animals

Unlike other serial killers, Jeffrey Dahmer never found interest on harming or torturing animals. In fact, abusing animals since childhood it’s an important factor which may link to future violence towards humans. However, hurting animals wasn’t under Jeffrey Dahmer’s radar.

“We’d go out and play in the fields, run around, she was a good dog to have.” -Jeffrey Dahmer

Childhood:

Since he was a kid he showed interest in animals, having a goldfish and a turtle as pets at only 18-months-old. The mother, Joyce, remembered those moments with affection, affirming the kind relationship his boy had with the animals: “Jeff was so very gentle with the turtle”.

He also had a cat, Buffy, during the time the family was living at Pammel Court. Unfortunately, due to the father’s job, The Dahmers had to move in Bath, Ohio, and they had to be sell Buffy. It was at that time, at age 7, that Dahmer was given a puppy to help distract him from the recent move. He named the puppy Frisky, she was a lovely black and white dog, and Jeffrey was very close to her.

Also around that time Jeffrey’s brother, David , was born. He loved his brother, yet he loved his dog more, as Joyce recalled: “…More adjusting for Jeff, but he loves Davy and is good to him. Frisky comes first in his heart, though. They really romp and play”. Jeffrey spent time playing and running out the camps with the dog.

Jeffrey Dahmer and a cat, possibly Buffy

Around age two or three, a curious fact had happened. His father was riding his bicycle with Jeffrey seated on the handlebars, when Jeffrey spotted what looked like a ball of dust (in the eyes of Lionel). Curious and pointing at it, Jeffrey encouraged the father to come closer, when Lionel noticed it was a baby nighthawk which had fallen from the nest. With Jeffrey’s urging, Lionel took the little bird at home and raised it with Jeffrey on his side. At the beginning they nursed it feeding it a mixture of milk and corn syrup, to switch with solid food later once the bird became strong enough. It almost became a pet, and a name was given: “Dusty”. “It was almost like a pet. It would come back when you called it, eat out of your hand and stuff like that.” Joyce said. When the bird grew and became stronger, it was ready to be released. It was Lionel who cradled it and took it outside, and when he opened the hand the bird flew away. It was a delightful moment, and all the three members of the family were happy.

Around age seven or eight instead, the first violent act of the child showed up. Jeffrey developed a certain fondness for the assistant teacher at school, and so he decided to give her a present. It was an innocent child gesture, a naive gift, but significant for little Jeffrey. He caught a bowl of tadpoles in a stream nearby a school where the family was used to go, to give them to the teacher as a sign of affection. Unfortunately after some time he would’ve found out the bowl was given to his friend Lee. He felt betrayed and as a sign of revenge he sneaked into Lee’s house garage (where the tadpoles were kept) and killed the animals pouring motor oil into their water.

“It stood about as tall as this table, short fur, looked like a Doberman, real friendly dog. My dog was chasing it into the street and this car came by and both dogs were together, right next to each other, and that car slammed into the big dog and just missed mine by that much. Boy, did I feel lucky.”

Dahmer remembering an episode with Frisky and the dog of his neighbours

Adolescence:

During adolescence he focused on his single hobby, started years before. At first he began watching and starring animals, such as snakes, toads, crabs, turtles, fish and wild rabbits. When living in Bath, Ohio, Jeffrey spent a great amount of time in a hut next to the house, collecting rests of animals. There was a skeletons collection, with the rests of squirrels, birds and chipmunks, and there was a jars collection with insects inside in formaldehyde. He even had a graveyard outside where he buried the dead animals.

However, his interest grew more and more, and it evolved in road-kills interest: he picked up dead animals in the streets, which were invested by cars, bringing them home. He was interested on the “mechanics” of the inside, and he wanted to know how it “worked”. He cut them open down the front, exposing the innards. Still, none of the animals were alive during the process, as he picked up dead creatures specifically. He usually found foxes, opossums, cats, raccoons and dogs. One of the dogs he found was very large, and after he brought it home as his usual, he waited for the skin to rot off to collect the bones later then. Another one was a Beagle, and after examining the insides, he grabbed the skull of the creature, putting it on a pole. Curiously, another time again, a chilling fact occurred, when he kidnapped a dog of a neighbour with the intent of killing it. He didn’t find the courage to do so after watching at the dog, and so he freed it. There’s also been one time in school where he stole the feral pig from the biology laboratory, taking it home and once in the garage, he removed the skin and flesh and kept the skull of the pig.

When in highschool, Jeffrey Dahmer shared a friendship with a certain Jeff Six, another student of the Revere High School. The friendship wasn’t deep at all, and it required no specific commitment. It was with him that Jeffrey spent some time in his car. Unfortunately, Six had a weird sadistic habit which Jeffrey didn’t like at all. While on the road, if a dog was spotted, Six would speed up to hit the animal. “His big thrill was to find a dog that was walking in the road and speed up real fast and hit it. It just amazed me. In one day he went through four dogs. How many dogs just walked into the road in front of him . . . He’d speed up real fast and just tick them off.” Dahmer said subsequently. One time in particular marked Dahmer quite a lot, when Six hit a little puppy, and when the latter looked back and Dahmer noticed his terrified eyes, he insisted to stop the car so he could go away, sickened by these acts.

The dog’s skull on a pole

Jeffrey Dahmer never killed an animal himself. It is frequently the case that people who grow into multiple murderers have evolved from sadistic children, and cruelty to animals in childhood is a common characteristic shared among them. Dahmer’s case is different in this regard as in most others. He displayed no cruelty, and was not interested in watching an animal suffer or react to pain.

- The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer

Adult life:

When living with his grandmother in West Allis, Wisconsin, he took care of the grandma’s cat, Jody, who liked. Jeffrey expressed his love for cats even with his neighbours, Vernell and Pamela Bass, when he saw their cat on their apartment. “He was very impressed when he saw our cat walk out of the bedroom picking her up and saying he liked cats a lot.” Vernell explained. Douglas Jackson, downstairs neighbor, also stated he was used to see Dahmer in the backyard smoking cigarettes or drinking beers surrounded by cats, which followed him wherever he went.

As he moved in his own apartment in Milwaukee, Apt 213 at 924 North 25th Street, he allowed himself to get a fish tank. It was a 30-gallon aquarium bought from The Fish Factory, a fish shop where he would usually wander around admiring the variety of fishes there, from their colours to their shapes. He was so fascinated indeed, so much that when he got caught they found books about fish care in his apartment. “It was nice, with African cichlids and tiger barbs in it and live plants, it was a beautifully kept fish tank, very clean . . . I used to like to just sit there and watch them swim around, basically. I used to enjoy the planning of the set-up, the filtration, read about how to keep the nitrate and ammonia down to safe levels and just the whole spectrum of fish-keeping interested me.” Dahmer said. He was so enthusiastic about trigger fish and puffer fish as well. He reminded the time when he saw the puffer fish in the store with enthusiasm: “I once saw some puffer fish in the store. It’s a round fish, and the only ones I ever saw with both eyes in front, like a person’s eyes, and they would come right up to the front of the glass and their eyes would be crystal blue, like a person’s, real cute.”. This was a very precious hobby for Dahmer, and after his arrest he would recall his aquarium moments with nostalgia, missing them.

Jeffrey and Jody at grandmother’s house in 1990.

“The cat's doing fine. She always wants to be brushed."

Jeff nodded.

"You know how she likes that."

"Yeah."

"She's always trying to be brushed," I said. "Remember how you used to do it?"

He stared at me silently.

- Excerpt From A Father's Story

Sources: The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer - Brian Masters; A Father’s Story - Lionel Dahmer; Across The Hall - Vernell Bass; Step into My Parlor - Edward Baumann; My Friend Dahmer - Derf Backderf

[maevesheart]

top secret

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ she-devil (03)

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

note: --

summary: making you fall for Peter may be a lot easier than he expected, except... he's finding it particularly hard on himself.

WC: 3k

TW: none

GRISWOLD PENTHOUSE, HOME

you tossed and turned all night, trying to come to terms with your new predicament.

peter parker.

how were you ever going to make that happen? you knew boys at school liked you, i mean they didn’t try to hide it.

hell, you were asked to senior prom your freshman year.

but peter was different. peter was sweet, and seemed genuinely upset that you assumed he would say those things.

snapping you out of your treacherous thoughts, your alarm clock finally blared as the number 7 came up on the screen.

your blinds automatically opened themselves, displaying the big, bright, and open city beneath you.

skyscrapers stood tall next to your floor to ceiling windows, and you could barely make out people walking on the streets below.

the sun streamed in, and you peeled yourself out of your sheets, sighing and slipping into your pink fuzzy slippers.

jaela did your makeup and you slipped into your uniform. you opted for a pair of miu miu mary jane platforms, and just kept your h/c hair long and flowing down your back.

grabbing your backpack off the ground after putting a pair of simple pearls into your ears, you went down your large marble staircase that lead into the foyer.

long, wide, and all white marble, the foyer was bright. the elevator sat at one end, and the walls were each 40 feet tall, with a massive archway on the wall opposite the foyer.

the archway led into a pristine and all white formal living room, with a single massive glass chandelier hanging down over the two grey leather couches. the marble fireplace sat in between the two couches opposite of each other.

a large family portrait sat above the fire place. featuring 5-year-old you and georgie sitting in the grass wearing all white outfits. your mother, your beautiful mother, sat in between you two, wearing white jeans and a white blouse and dripping in diamond jewelry, like always. your father was sitting on the other side of her, one hand on your mothers knee, and the other on georgie’s back. axel, your doberman, is a puppy in the painting, and sits tall and proper next to your father.

you take a moment to stare at the photograph, lingering over your mothers smile. she was radiant, and your heart strings pull as you remember her laugh.

the photo was taken a month before her death. it was sudden, and unexpected. they say she had a seizure in her sleep, and she went peacefully. you were happy at least that she went without any pain.

after the formal living room, that was at least the size of a small gymnasium and at least 80 feet tall, there are two archways, one leading to the large, white, marble kitchen, and the other leading to your fathers office, which looked exactly like his office in the gris-rise.

you entered the kitchen, meeting georgie’s eyes with a small smile and sitting down next to him at the first island.

sara stood behind you two at the last island, chopping vegetables.

moments later, gregor enters through the archway on the opposite side of the kitchen that leads to the laundry room, bathroom, indoor pool & patio, alternate elevator, and theater.

his smile immediately brightens up the room and both you and georgie offer him grins.

“hey greg. what’s up,” georgie speaks through spoonfuls of cereal.

“not much, geo. how are the both of you this morning?” he speaks as he walks into the walk-in fridge, which stands opposite you and georgie.

“i’m trying to make the best of it. i barely slept last night.” you sigh and place your hand on your forehead.

“someone’s in a weirdly good mood,” georgie smiles, hitting your shoulder with his.

“i’m trying,” you lightly laugh, throwing a small orange at georgie’s face, which he quickly intercepts.

“what’re you doing here so early, greg? not like you to come anytime before dinner.”

“i’m taking you two to school today, executing my doting uncle skills.” he joked, causing both you and georgie to laugh.

gregor wasn’t actually your uncle. he attended college with your mother and father, and was their best friend. he officiated their wedding, was in the delivery room when you two were born, and was named the godfather of you both.

after your mothers death, he stepped in even more than before, considering he had no children or significant other of his own.

he was also extremely high up at gristech. his phd in aeronautics from MIT and a phd in space engineering from stanford made him especially useful, and he was named the top rocket scientist after his internship with nasa.

he was like your second father, well, most of the time it felt like he was the only father you had.

speaking of the devil, your father waltzed into the kitchen moments later, wearing a crisp grey suit, a grin adorning his face as he gave gregor a playful slap on the back.

“hey, greg. goodmorning, y/n, goodmorning george.” your father gave both you and georgie each a kiss on the top of the head, and approached the massive fridge next to where gregor was leaning against the counter.

“morn, dad.” georgie muffles out in between large gulps of milk. “take it easy, boy. nobodies gonna take the milk from you!” gregor playfully teased, making the four of you laugh, and georgie even spits out some of the milk onto the counter.

“you two have an excellent day, alright. and y/n, i’ll see you later, yes? remember what i told you.” your father sternfully said, nodding his head as he exited into the foyer.

you heard the elevator chime, and your father say a quick goodbye to hayes, your butler.

you sighed, once again reminded of the things you promised your father.

“what was dad talking about? remember what i told you,” georgie light-heartedly laughs.

you trail quietly behind him and gregor to the back elevator, the two of them laughing and spewing jokes every opportunity.

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MIDTOWN CAFETERIA, LUNCH

you picked around at the salad sara had packed for you. harry sat next to you, loudly gossiping with liz, like always.

you felt terrible. thoughts of second period bounced around in your mind as you tried to bury them as deep as possible.

you walked into ap chemistry, taking your usual seat in the front, next to gwen. brad sat behind you, something you tried to block out.

but what was strange, was that instead of ned slipping into the seat on your right (which was entirely because of the seating chart, not because you wanted to sit next to him), peter slid into the chair instead.

you gave him and confused look, before plastering a sickly-sweet smile onto your shiny lips. “morning, peter,”.

peter was confused. maybe this would be a lot easier than he thought. hell, if you already like him, then he didn’t even need to do anything!

“good morning, y/n” he softly smiled back, speaking in a light voice. it was…. kind of cute.

you reminded yourself that this was all for a good cause. you were helping your dad and his company! it would all work out. ….. right?

you laid it on as thick as possible. all class, touching his arm lightly, brushing against him when walking past his seat, asking for help.

he had to know. you were making it extremely obvious.

your heart tugged when you looked back to be met with the dark eyes of brad. the same brad who you loved so much. the same brad who took everything from you and didn’t even apologize.

swallowing your tears, you faked another smile and turned back to peter, nodding as he explained the complex stoiciometry equation.

the harsh bell sounded throughout the classroom, and you quickly packed up your things, giving peter a light squeeze on the forearm as you breezed pass him, tilting your head slightly to smile.

“bye,” he smiled, slighting waving as you walked past. his arm fell awkwardly to his side and he groaned after you left the classroom. suddenly, he wasn’t so sure he would be able to fake this.

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the end of the school day could not come any slower. finally, when the long, screeching bell sounds to signal the end of last period, you bolt for the door.

you rush into the parking lot, searching for the black maserati that will escort you to gristech.

your heart tightens as you watch peter struggle to get his bike out of the bike rack. you look away before he sees you, and bite down the aching want to ask him if he’d like a ride.

slipping into the matte black leather seats, sigmund, your chauffeur, quickly pulls the car out of the crowded parking lot and into the busy streets of new york city.

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GRIS-HIGH

your fathers booming voice is the first thing you hear as you enter gris-high, watching him walk up to you with open arms.

“ready for day one?” he asks, once again displaying his bright white sparkling smile. you nod, tight lipped.

he claps his hands together, “wonderful.”

you silently ride with him up to the labs, spinning the simple gold ring on your middle finger around.

you gasp as you the elevator to the labs opens, revealing peter, already in a lab coat and goggles, hunched over a table, quietly looking through a microscope.

i guess his bike was faster anyways, you tell yourself, making yourself feel better about not offering him a ride.

“hey, y/n,” he squeaks, awkward under the pressing gaze of your father.

“hi, peter,” you whisper, falling slow behind your fathers long footsteps.

“y/n, dr hitch is here to help, and peter’s already had the rundown, he can teach you. you both are free to go at 4. i expect big things.” and with that, he left the room, leaving just you and peter and a whole lot of awkward tension.

“well, um, here i’ll show you,” peter rubbed his neck, and you moved closer to him, arm pressing against his.

you could smell his cologne, which did smell good. you breathed in heavily, trying to get as much of it as possible.

a smirk pulled at the corners of his lips as he watched you, even though he tried to fight it.

you watched him with wide, yet careful eyes as he explained the ins and outs of the labs your father assigned. they were fairly easy, you remembered doing most of it in intro to chemistry during your freshman year.

you peter silently worked, stealing glances every once in a while, and occasionally brushing against each other as you walked past.

his smell was driving you crazy, and he was actively resisting the urge to pull you into his arms.

but he needed to take this slow. make sure he’s really got you before he does anything extreme. he can’t mess this up. mr stark is counting on him.

as much as he didn’t want to admit, and would never admit, he was fucking terrified. you’d been his dream girl since freshman year, when he first saw you walk into advanced latin. he knew he was done for the moment he saw your e/c eyes.

and now here he was, working with the girl he had liked for so long, and his only command from mr stark was to make her love him. something he had been wanting for years now.

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dr hitch walked up to you as you dumped the last of the water out of the graduated cylinder. “you both are free to go. it’s 4.”

you nodded, and silently took the white apron off your body, and then the goggles off your eyes.

“hey,”

you turn to peter as the word leaves his lips, quietly, shyly.

“wanna go get churros or something? to celebrate the end of our first day.”

you nodded, holding back a smile.

it was cold out, the early march air nipping at the exposed skin on your long legs.

you shivered, inching closer to peters warm body as the two of you strolled in central park.

“cold?” peter asked, his cheeks rosy pink from the freezing wind. he looked down at you, his height giving him an advantage in watching you.

“unfortunately, yeah,” you nodded, wrapping your smalls arms around your slim body, trying to conjure up as much warmth as possible.

“here, take my coat,” he offered, slipping off the simple black lined windbreaker he was wearing.

“oh, you don’t have to do that—“

“i insist. i cant leave a lady cold, can i?” he joked, holding out the coat for you to take.

you smiled up at him before taking it out of his hands, and slipping into it. it engulfed your body, making you small as compared to the warm jacket.

you sighed in content as warmth spread across your body.

“better?” he questioned, laughing slightly.

“much. thank you,”

he nodded and looked ahead, spotting the churro stand a few yards in front of you two.

“there it is! i swear, you’ll love them. they’re my favorites, i hope the have the ones with caramel…” his voice trailed off as he imagined all the delicious possibilities in front of him.

you smiled and let out a small giggle at the giddy boy next to you. he was cute, you would admit.

he looked down at you with a big smile and his brown eyes, eyebrows slightly narrowed.

“hey! what’re you laughing at!? i promise, you won’t be laughing once you taste these churros.” he smiles, lightly knocking his bicep into your shoulder, making you sway just a bit.

you laughed again, trailing behind him as he jogged to the stand.

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the two of you found a small bench in the back of the park, surrounded by tall trees staring to blossom as spring approached.

you shared a caramel drizzled churro, alternately taking bites and basking in the comfortable silence.

“so, tell me something about you, give me the essentials,” peter broke the silence, turning to face you, letting his knees hit yours.

“where to start,” you jokingly swooned, making peter laugh.

“well, i’ve got georgie, my twin brother, obviously. he’s my best friend i guess,” you shrugged, taking a bite from the churro.

“um, you know, i really like school. especially stuff with space. um, i wanna be an aerospace engineer. yeah. that’s about it.” you lightly laugh, realizing there really isn’t that much to know about you.

peter nodded. “what about you? what’s the essentials to peter parker?”

he looks ahead, before turning back and answering.

“i love chemistry, and physics. i intern at stark industries, well and now gristech. my best friend is ned leeds, no siblings, i live with my aunt. that’s about it.”

you smile as you listen to him talk about himself. how his eyes brighten when he mentions his aunt. it’s cute.

“you sound more interesting than me, that’s for sure,” you smile, offering the last bite of the churro to peter.

“no thanks, you can have it,” he smiles, watching as you take the last bite.

you debate whether or not you should ask, i mean, you’d feel pretty silly if it wasn’t true. but you need to know.

“peter,”

he looks at you, expectantly.

“i know this is probably silly, and you probably didn’t, but i need to know if you really did tell people that you took my virginity… so, did you?” you ask, searching his face for any sign of an answer.

“y/n, you really think i’d do that? to answer your question, no, i didn’t say it.”

you let out a relieved breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding. “that makes me feel a lot better,” you smile up at him.

“oh, and i’m sorry about the, the um,”

he smirks, knowing what’s coming next.

“i’m sorry for slapping you…” you barely whisper, watching as his smirk turns smug.

“what was that? i didn’t hear you.” he laughs and you playfully hit his arm.

“shut up,” you laughed, his eyes trained on the way your nose scrunched.

“seriously though, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have slapped you.” you shook your head, remembering what happened in the cafeteria just 2 days ago.

“it’s not a big deal, really. i, i would’ve been pissed too if someone said that about me.” he reassures you.

you give him a small smile and look down to your feet, the guilt slowly fading away.

you look up and make eye contact, watching as he scans your face.

his eyebrows are slightly scrunched, like he’s figuring things out in his mind, analyzing you.

but his brown eyes are soft. they stay on yours. but yours betray you, they flicker down to his lips. his soft, pink lips.

lips that look so inviting.

especially as you two are sat in the back of the park, hidden from everyone’s view.

it’s almost too perfect….

you snap your gaze, looking back up to his eyes. as he opens his mouth to speak, you abruptly look away, standing up.

“walk me home, yeah?”

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you said goodbye to peter and left him a confused mess on the street in front of your penthouse building as you rushed inside.

as soon as the elevator dinged and you entered the large foyer of your home, you placed your hand to your chest, trying to steady your breathing.

you didn’t like peter, no way. it was just the moment. you’ve been somewhat lonely lately, and that’s fine, you don’t actually like peter.

it was just the moment.

you repeat it in your head multiple times, making yourself believe it.

it was just the moment.

it was just…. fuck.

you want to crawl into a hole as you realize the worst part of it all.

you wanted to kiss peter parker.

not because he was there and it was convenient, but because you like him.

you have feelings for peter parker.

real feelings.

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[httpsobi]

TEAM, MEET... THE SHADOWS (LITERALLY)!

WARNINGS/TAGS + sfw, gender neutral o/c or reader insert, vague descriptions of violence.

A/N + was doing some research on abilities for this serious when i realized the severe lack of shadow abilities across the board and was so offended cause they would be such cool powers to explore and have so have this! enjoy!

★ the term most often used to describe her/him/them is 'mousey' ♥︎ in case that doesn't tell you enough about them, it's because she/he/they are so quiet and skittish ♥︎ walking jump-scare victim... even as she/he/they grow more comfortable around team members and leaguers, will still scream someone bumps into them

★ nightwing is very relieved to find out that fear suddenly fizzles away the moment a mission starts  ♥︎ just turns silent and her/his/their eyes stay open wide the whole time ♥︎ gives off the appearance of a creepy doll or mannequin ♥︎ jaime hates it so much poor boy was brought to tears first time around cause he was so upset by how she/he/they almost didn't blink once

★ ironically people are always intimidated by her/his/their appearance ♥︎ she/he/they could be really tall, thanks to chunky heeled shoes or even just being tall ♥︎ dark, shapeless and androgynous goth or styles (she/he/they would suit victorian-esque styles) ♥︎ PIERCINGS!!! she/he/they are covered in em!!!

★ beast boy loves her/him/them like she/he/they are siblings ♥︎ guys i know i'm always pairing the scary quiet person with the happiest bubbliest of people but shut up it's cute ♥︎ the dynamic is just little happy puppy dragging around this scary but whimpy doberman ♥︎ eventually gets dragged by another cheery member (impulse) into his little duo with blue beetle ♥︎ blue hates to admit it but he found her/him/them so creepy to begin with, he couldn't stand being around her/him/them cause she/he/they terrified him ♥︎ but after learning that she's/he's/they're just really quiet, end up getting along well ♥︎ is also an silent pair with superboy- words are rarely exchanged between the two but it just works and neither care enough to ask

★ there's a running theory in the team (and leaguers) that they're a vampire ♥︎ superman, flash and green lantern have a bet going as we speak

★ absolute weapon when it comes to undercover infiltration ♥︎ her/his/their ability of literally becoming a puddle of shadows and jumping from shadow to shadow of things around her/him/them makes it so she/he/they are difficult to catch when scoping out locations

★ shines brightest in dark environments ♥︎ she/he/they prefer joining missions at/past sunset ♥︎ if she/he/they have to do a morning missions, it takes her/him/them longer to scope out areas because it's harder to hide as a smoking shadow in broad daylight for obvious reasons

★ the longer she/he/they use their ability without becoming (what i've coined as) the shadow, it almost starts to take over her/his/their body ♥︎ always starts from her/his/their right eye ♥︎ when her/his/their pupil and sclera turn black, it starts spreading- up her/his/their cheekbone and forehead, across her/his/their nose bridge into her/his/their other eye, down her/his/their jaw and neck ♥︎ if left long enough, it will take over her/his/their body ♥︎ the shadows look pure nothingness on her/his/their face, leaving her/him/them with scary looking hollow parts of their body thanks to how dark and unreflective the shadow is, it also lets off a faint black smoke that adds to how menacing it looks

★ does her/his/their best to stay off the battlefield ♥︎ can ambush and take out guards or soldiers from the shadows with ease, but the moment she's/he's/they're put face to face with an villain? she/he/they want to die instantly ♥︎ she's/he's/they've just accepted the fact that she/he/they can't fight despite canary and nightwing trying to convince her/him/them otherwise because her/his/their shadows could be crazy powerful during a fight

★ worst comes to worst, she's/he's/they're stuck with no other option but to fight, she/he/they force the shadows to take over ♥︎ before she/he/they do, she/he/they have a couple of tricks she/he/they try first to buy some time ♥︎ if the person she's/he's/they're fighting hasn't actually seen them, morphs into the shadow of a leaguer she/he/they hope would scare them (used it on a riddler goon once as batman and they fainted) ♥︎ forcing the other into the shadows (works alright, best it can do is send someone into a state of shock for a while, worst it can stun someone for a couple of seconds) ♥︎ taking over someone using shadows (it's more extreme than the last, but the most she/he/they can do is control the person's body and try to keep them away from herself/himself/themselves until help arrives) ♥︎ last resort- let the shadows take her/him/them over and worry about the consequences later ♥︎ needs to get shocked or sedated out of that form

★ first character i think would fit in great in the season 2 team ♥︎ i know it's not obvious because all my work is season 1 characters but season 2 is actually my favourite (except when they put wally in the speed-force... can't believe he isn't out yet)  ♥︎ is a perfect fit for the second team

★ could very easily be blind on some level and most of the team wouldn't have a clue for ages ♥︎ teammates wouldn't realise it easily because she/he/they seem to navigate everything normally but that's because of how she/he/they use shadows to their advantage ♥︎ everything has a shadow one way or another, so she/he/they'd 'see' the world around her/him/them ♥︎ people start noticing when she's/he's/they're in a bright location because they seem to stumble, struggle to find things nearby, etc. ♥︎ would also be a cool concept if natural vs artificial lighting affected it- maybe LEDs make it harder to see vs the light from the sun or moon

★ in theory is such insane villain material but is too nice and jumpy

all work n' writing is work of @httpsobi. i ask you please do not copy, rewrite, translate or post on other platforms without my consent.

[pink-valkyrie-writes]

Winter days

-Moira O’Deorain x gn! reader

-fluff, short and sweet:)

-warnings:talk of nipples (lol)

-note: i also headcanon she has two fully trained and well behaved doberman dogs based on her one spray with them (one being a puppy and the other fully grown) i also gave them random names lol

Moira hates winter time. She dreads going outside with the cold air that nips are her face and how hot she feels when she has to layer clothes to even step outside. You knew that your girlfriend got cold easily and especially hated the feeling of her hands being freezing. But it seems that you make it all better.

Moira has always been an early riser in the morning but when winter hits, she would like to stay bundled in bed with you were the warmth is. When her alarm forces her awake from sleep, she drags herself out of bed to make you both cups of coffee. Wearing warm clothes to bed doesn’t help her either, she still gets out of bed with cold feet and her nipples already poking through her long sleeve. God she hates the cold.

It’s been a little over a year since the two of you made it official, last month being your 1 year anniversary. You always found yourself at her apartment more often than yours. The irish woman is not one for pda or any type of affect in public where others could see. But in her own space, she would let her guard down a little and let you cuddle next to her, kiss her whenever, and hold her hand.

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You both met each other by being agents at Talon. Sombra had the pleasure of touring you around and meeting the staff and the council of Talon that would you be a part of. Meeting people as Amélie, Gabriel and Akande were a bit nerving wracking because of their tough exterior. Siebren was a joy to meet because of his excited nature of a new member.

When you finally meet Moira, you immediately took note of her. She’s tall, elegant, incredibly intelligent, and beautiful. She happened to take note of you as well, not only to what your powers or abilities may be and what you could offer, but to her, you were also very cute to her. 

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You slowly woke up to the cold feeling of your girlfriend no longer holding you close to her chest. Opening your eyes, you see that her side of the bed was already neatly made while you were asleep. Taking a deep breath, you got up and join the world of the living and finally make your side of the bed. You slept just fine and made a mental not if you not even being cold when getting out of your shared bed.

Making your way out of her room, you found her in the small kitchen area with her arms folded across her chest and she watched the coffee she made brew. Her two dogs Adonis and Baby, the puppy you named, took notice of your presence and came towards you to greet you and get pets from you.

Moira turned around and smiled, “Good morning, dear,” she smiled at you as you came closer. You engulfed her in a hug, “Good morning, my love,” you said before she leaned down to kiss you. You rested your head on her chest as she shivered, “It’s so cold this morning, I can feel your nipples poking through your shirt,” you joked as she scoffed. “It’s a biological reaction that I can’t help,” she said, pretending to act stern as she kissed the crown of your head.

Once the coffee was done, she grabbed your mug first knowing you like sugar and cream added to yours, contrasting to her liking if just plain black coffee. She poured in the creamer then added the heart shaped sugar cubes that she “found half off at the store” rather than admiring she found them cute just for you.

As you both took a sip from your mugs, you began your morning ritual of feeding her dogs, showering together, getting dressed, and Moira making you run out in the cold to warm up her car, it was time for work. As she wrapped a scarf around her neck, she sighed, “I hate going out in this weather,” she mumbled, grabbing her bag.

“I know you hate it but least the car will be nice and warm,” you smiled as you zipped up your jacket. The both of you the dogs a few pets before leaving and going to work.

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 Being at work without Moira by your side feels a lot loner and slower. The both of you plus some other members of Talon are going on a mission in a few days so you had to train and be prepared. The only free time you would have is a lunch break with her but everyone and their mother knows that she is a workaholic and won’t stop for nothing. 

 Hell, even being allowed in her lab was a privilege if you weren’t her or a lab assistant of hers. Of course, to her you were special, if you even wanted to do lab experiments with her without any previous knowledge of field of work she would. All she would tell you to do was put on a lab coat and wear protective googles, though she doesn’t do it herself.

 Somehow, you were able to coax her out of the lab to go out to lunch with you. You both passed a now frozen lake along the way, hearing and see kids play in the snow with each other while their parents stayed to the sides to talk on the phone. As the both of you walked to her favorite Thai restaurant, she started to get closer to you. You looked up at her, “What’s wrong?” you asked, knowing it was very out of character of her to be very close to you in public. She huffed and puffed, “It’s freezing... But I know you want to take me out so I would be able to eat but..” she paused, raising her hands close to her face and exhaling hot air, “I feel bad I act like a baby because of the weather,” Moira admitted.

 You smiled at her, grabbing her hands to intertwine with yours. You kissed the knuckles of both her corrupted and normal hand, “It’s okay Moira, you’re not being a baby and it’s completely normal. You know I hate summertime because of how fast I can get hot compared to you,” you gave her knuckles another kiss, “This also means it gives me another excuse to kiss you,” you ended, smiling up at her.

 She also couldn’t help but smile, though she hates public affection, she felt like she was only with you there with you. She laughed a bit and hid her face with your hands, “You always know what to say my love,” she then returned the favor of kissing your hands, “Let’s go eat, yes?’ You nodded, holding her hand to make your way to go warm her up with her favorite food.

[beauregardlionett]

you've walked a hundred times before - ch.2

AO3 Link

“PUPPIES!” Raya shrieked approximately two seconds after Mar came into her line of sight. Mar winced at the sheer pitch and volume Raya achieved, but otherwise did not react. Raya approached at a speed Mar found quite impressive before she halted a foot from Mar and their dogs, clenching and unclenching her fists with big, sparkling eyes. She had apparently noticed the ‘service dog’ vests they were wearing and had barely contained herself.

“They aren’t on duty yet,” Mar said, gesturing to the dogs. “Knock yourself out.”

“Oh thank god,” Raya rushed out in a single breath before throwing herself to the floor to be smothered by two very large dogs.

Mar left her to it, going to drop off their bag at their desk before rejoining Raya. 

“What are their names?”

“The Doberman is Ginny and the Rottweiler is Shelley.”

“I didn’t know you had service dogs,” Raya said as Ginny shoved her face into Raya’s chest. “You never said anything.”

“The paperwork was a bit complicated and confusing here, so I had to wait a little while for it to get processed before I could officially bring them in to work. I’ve had both of them for about a year and a half now, but you know I don’t talk about a lot of things. It also slipped my mind I hadn’t told you - between school and boards and all. They trained together and I didn’t have the heart to separate them.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, so I could experience this moment,” Raya said, sounding far too melodramatic.

“Well, my first patient is coming in five minutes, so your moment can last for two more minutes.”

“You’re seeing the Desmond’s kiddo, right?” Raya asked as Shelley flopped to the ground and dropped her head in Mar’s lap.

“Yeah,” Mar said with a sigh. “Which is why I’m glad the paperwork got processed for these two. They’re a big dog lover family, and I think it’ll make the appointment easier when I have to explain to the parents their son will probably never be able to walk without his leg braces.”

Raya winced as she scratched behind Ginny’s ears. “I do not envy you there. First thing in the morning, too.”

Mar leaned over and pressed their face between Shelley’s ears with a groan.

“They were so insistent during that eval last month about getting him to walk without the braces. But from what I’ve been able to get him to do and the way he’s progressing, it’s just never going to happen. Or at least, it’s not going to happen in the timeframe they’re looking for.”

“Let me guess, they wanted him ‘normal’ before he started school?”

“Exactly.”

“Damn, I’m sorry, Mar.”

“It’s not any one person’s fault,” Mar sighed, sitting up again. “It’s just how it is sometimes. And it’s not like that means there’s anything wrong with the kiddo. But parents never want their child to be different because they want them to fit in. So, no matter what I say, they end up crying about it or yelling at me.”

“Hence the dogs.”

“Hence the dogs,” Mar agreed wearily. They glanced up at the sound of the door opening, peering over the front desk to just barely see the heads of the Desmond parents from where Mar was still on the floor.

“That’s them,” Mar heaved out a sigh, pushing to their feet. “Time to work, puppies.”

–

It had been about a week since Ginny and Shelley were able to start coming to work with Mar, and two weeks since they had encountered Nightwing. All in all, the days since that evaluation had passed relatively normally - or at least as normal as a healthcare professional in Gotham could hope for.

The Desmond family had been understandably frustrated when Mar had to talk them through the fact that their son would need to navigate school with his leg braces. The dogs had helped to a degree, but Mar had possessed no delusions about them being able to completely alleviate the distress. There had been a few other cases in those days that Mar was beyond thankful for Ginny and Shelley for various reasons. A good majority of Mar’s caseload in their daytime clinic was pediatric, and the girls were remarkable with the children. Most of the parents were hesitant at first, considering the sheer size of Ginny and Shelley, but a few head nudges and cute tricks often sealed the deal.

As an added bonus, they worked wonders in providing Mar with ‘scary dog privileges’ on the walk home from pro bono.

Speaking of pro bono, Fariha had forwarded Mar an email the day before Nightwing’s follow up from a blank email address that simply read ‘untraceable’. It was apparently from Nightwing, saying he was very sorry but wouldn’t be able to make his appointment. Mar was left to ponder if they had given him the office number or if he was just that paranoid about his phone number being traced.

“How can you turn it down before you’ve even heard my full proposal?” Lydia whined. It was another night at pro bono, and things were slow. Both of their patients had canceled, so they were playing the waiting game until the next appointment slot. Jiro - who Mar had finally met last week during a pro bono shift - had an evaluation in one of the rooms, so they had the floor to themselves. Ginny and Shelley were on break with Fariha in the front office while Lydia and Mar walked on the treadmills in the back corner.

“I don’t do blind dates, Lydia,” Mar said again. “I have too much social anxiety for that.”

“You always say you’re an introvert and you have social anxiety, but you picked one of the most social career fields in the world.”

“I like helping people,” Mar said simply. “And this is a controlled environment. It’s different.”

“Whatever you say. I still think you’re missing out by saying no.”

“Then you go on the date for me.”

“You’re so mean to me.”

“Hey, Mar!” Fariha called, head poking out of the front office before they could retort. Stepping onto the side bars of the treadmill as they lowered the speed, Mar twisted around.

“Yeah?”

“You’ve got a walk-in.”

Mar did not like the look in Fariha’s eye - something mischievous even from across the clinic. They stepped off the treadmill and ducked into the front office, finding Ginny and Shelley curled up under Fariha’s desk, napping. On the other side of the window stood none other than Nightwing, grinning as brightly as he had two weeks ago.

“Oh, Nightwing,” Mar said, surprised. “Welcome back.”

His comment in the email had stated ‘patrol conflicts’ and he hadn’t rescheduled. Mar had figured that would be the last time they ever heard from him, but here he stood. Spandex, domino mask, and all.

“Sorry about last week,” Nightwing said brightly. “Fariha said you have an opening?”

“Yeah,” Mar nodded. “Just enough time for a session before my next appointment comes in. Come on back.”

“I’ll add him to your schedule,” Fariha said, sweet and teasing in one. Mar muscled down the urge to stick their tongue out at Fariha and nodded their thanks. They signaled for Ginny and Shelley, calling them from under the desk as Nightwing entered the gym.

“Oh, do you like dogs, by the way?”

Nightwing’s eyes landed on the dogs before Mar even finished the question. He gasped so hard Mar worried he might choke.

“OhmygoshcanIpetthem?”

“Go for it,” Mar said, smirking at the sheer, childish delight on Nightwing’s face. “They’re trained emotional support dogs and physical therapy aides.”

Mar left Nightwing with Ginny and Shelley to go find their laptop, catching sight of Lydia across the clinic. She was draped over the front of her treadmill, staring openly and adoringly at Nightwing, clearly trying not to swoon at the sight of him being gently accosted by two giant dogs.

Rolling their desk up to the plinth closest to where Nightwing was with the dogs, Mar called them over and waited until Nightwing was sitting on the plinth before letting them be pet again. Ginny parked herself between Nightwing’s feet and dropped her chin against his knee, content to let him give her an endless amount of enthusiastic ear scritches.

“So, how have you been doing, Nightwing?” Mar asked, pulling up his chart and opening a new note for him. “Any issues since I last saw you? How are your exercises going?”

“I’ve been doing the exercises as much as I can. I’ve been pretty busy, so I might have missed a few days, but I stopped swinging like you asked me to.”

“Good!” Mar said, genuinely pleased. “Has the pain gotten any better?”

“Sort of,” Nightwing said, deflating a little. “I can’t completely keep my weight off my arm, so I think that’s been preventing it from feeling totally better.”

“I figured that might be the case,” Mar said as they typed out a brief version of Nightwing’s comments. “What about the concrete thing?”

He brightened again, reaching down to scratch behind both of Ginny’s ears. “Only once since I last saw you!”

Mar immediately felt conflicted, and it must have shown, because Nightwing’s expression dropped again.

“No, wait,” Mar said, pushing their desk aside and running a hand down their face. “I’m sorry. I am genuinely pleased to hear that. But you have to understand I hate that this was even a number that did not start at zero. I dislike that this was a goal in the first place because the average person is not being thrown into several concrete-like surfaces on a daily basis. But I’m happy to hear that the frequency has reduced.”

Nightwing scratched at Ginny’s ears again and grinned, chuckling quietly as Ginny wagged her tail so hard her butt started moving.

“That’s fair,” Nightwing admitted. “It’s just become something I expect to happen that it’s easy to forget it shouldn’t be happening.”

Mar nodded, leaning their hips back against the plinth behind them. “Well, if you’re feeling up to it, I’d like to do some new exercises with you today to focus on building your strength back up now that the pain has reduced. What sort of things are you doing on a daily basis that we might be able to turn into exercises?”

“Besides swinging, I do a lot of acrobatics and hand-to-hand combat.”

Mar hummed in acknowledgment and let their gaze stray sideways, staring at the various pieces of equipment strewn about the gym. They had a few ideas already, but knowing they didn’t have a lot of experience with either of those forms of exercise, Nightwing would probably have to provide feedback. But that was fine, Mar could work with that.

They glanced back at Nightwing and found him completely engrossed in making kissy faces at Ginny, who was soaking up the attention happily.

“Let me check out your strength around your shoulder before we start,” Mar interrupted gently, pushing off the plinth with a faint grin.

After checking over Nightwing’s shoulder, they got to work. Moving around the gym to various places, Mar worked through building some exercises specific to Nightwing and his needs for work. When he had said he did acrobatics, Mar hadn’t realized he meant he had been doing them since he was a kid. They had him do a handstand with the wall behind him as a safety net and Nightwing didn’t touch it once. He even maintained a conversation with Mar as they sat on the floor next to him, staring at him in awe.

“Is this even hard for you?” Mar eventually asked after he had been at it for nearly five consecutive minutes. Mar had told him to hold it as long as he could without pain.

“Nope,” Nightwing grinned. He proved his point further by dropping one leg off to the side and didn’t so much as wobble. “I mean my shoulder doesn’t really feel great but it’s not unbearable.”

“Okay,” Mar said faintly. “Well, it’s been five minutes, let’s do something else.”

Nightwing pulled his leg back up and dropped gracefully to his knees in front of Mar without a sound. They blinked at him and marveled at the amount of control he had over his body.

“I’ll admit, I don’t know much about acrobatics or hand to hand,” Mar said as they sat on the floor. “What sort of things in your usual training do you do that have gotten hard?”

Nightwing perked up and proceeded to take Mar through a couple things he had been struggling with. Mar made sure to write them all down in their note on their laptop and watched Nightwing demonstrate. They quietly broke down each task, finding the parts that were most difficult, and pestered Nightwing with questions about the movements that he answered happily. At one point, they were going back and forth over a minute movement bugging Nightwing, and the open eagerness on his face reminded Mar of their conversation last time he had been here. They thought about all the medical professionals that assumed he was a meta, the ones that, perhaps unintentionally, didn’t give him the time of day.

Mar resolved to never be on that list for him.

With the little time they had left in his appointment, Mar jumped on one of the exercises they had been discussing and worked through it with Nightwing. They made adjustments and talked through temporary compensations together. Then Mar had him do a few more repetitions as they observed him while following along.

“Okay,” Mar said, slightly breathless but doing their best not to sound it. They gratefully sat on the plinth across from Nightwing’s and pulled their desk over. “How does your shoulder feel now after all that?”

“A little sore?” Nightwing said, moving his arm around and looking like he barely broke a sweat.

“That’s good,” Mar nodded, typing a few lines into their note. “That means we didn’t aggravate anything beyond what you can tolerate.”

As Mar typed another few notes for later into their document, Nightwing slipped from his plinth to the floor, letting Ginny all but sit in his lap. He pressed his face against Ginny’s shoulder and muffled a giggle - a giggle - there, scratching his fingers through her short fur. Mar’s fingers kept moving across their keyboard even as they stared down at Nightwing, smiling faintly.

“I know someone that would love you,” Dick said as he sat up and used both hands to scratch at Ginny’s ears.

Mar kept typing without looking and asked, “who would that be?”

Nightwing hesitated for a brief second after opening his mouth, clearly catching himself. Mar let him without commenting on it.

“Someone I know who works here in Gotham. He’s a big animal lover.”

Mar nodded and decided not to push further, turning their full attention back to their note. After writing down the bare bones of what they would need to remember for later documentation, Mar pushed their desk aside and leaned their elbows on their knees. Staring down at Nightwing and Ginny, Mar couldn’t help but grin. They let them have another minute of cuddling before Mar spoke up.

“Well, Nightwing, that’s all I have for you today. My next patient is showing up soon, but I can walk you out and we can try to schedule you an appointment again.”

Nightwing pushed to his feet and Ginny stood, too, pressing against his leg as she wagged her tail happily.

“If it’s alright, I’ll just stick with walk-ins. I don’t want to take an appointment slot that someone else might need if I’m probably going to have to cancel anyway.”

Mar slid off the plinth and stared up at him for a moment, eyes narrowed and brow furrowed. After a few seconds of this, Nightwing shifted from foot to foot, grinning awkwardly.

“What?”

“You’re my patient, Nightwing,” Mar said, stern and simple. “You have as much right to an appointment slot as anyone else on my schedule.”

Nightwing opened his mouth, clearly to argue, but Mar held up a hand.

“Nope, hang on,” Mar said. They pulled their desk over and grabbed a sticky note and pen. Scribbling down their phone number and email address, Mar tore the sticky off the stack and held it out to him.

“Here, my work cell number and email. If you have a free night and want an appointment, contact me and I’ll get Fariha to add it to the schedule. Saves us both time just in case you try to walk in and I don’t have an opening. Or, if you’re tied up and can’t get here but have questions for me, you can reach me.”

Nightwing took the sticky note from Mar like it might blow up on him.

“This feels…like cheating.”

“What do you mean?”

“This means I can contact you and get on the schedule easier than other people.” He still held the sticky note between two fingers like it was something dangerous.

Mar put the pen down on their desk and crossed their arms, staring up at Nightwing’s hesitant expression.

“Nightwing,” Mar said, tone firm. “You. Are. My. Patient. Which means - like it or not - I’m going to do everything within my jurisdiction to help you out and make this as easy a process as possible. If that means you call me ten minutes before an appointment, that’s fine. If the slot is open, it’s open. Simple as that.”

When he still looked uncertain, Mar gentled their tone and uncrossed their arms.

“Listen, I gave you my contact information. The ball is in your court on this one. If you don’t want to contact me, then don’t. You won’t hurt my feelings, I promise. All I’m trying to do is help you out with scheduling.”

Nightwing pressed his lips together, still seeming unconvinced, but he nodded and put the sticky note away somewhere on his person. 

Mar took it as a win and gestured, moving for the door.

“I’ll walk you out, again.”

Nightwing trailed after Mar, waving to Fariha as they passed the desk. They paused in the hallway once again, Ginny sitting neatly at Mar’s side and staring up at Nightwing.

“Keep doing your exercises, and try doing the handstand hold for five minutes a couple times a day as long as it doesn’t make your shoulder worse. I’ll have some new exercises ready for you when you come in again. Let’s shoot for another two weeks from now, if you can make it around then. And no swinging still, if you can help it.”

Nightwing nodded and bent down to say goodbye to Ginny. As he stood to leave, he paused, glancing back at Mar.

“Thank you,” he said, earnestly.

Mar blinked, their chest constricting with the sincerity behind his gratitude for something Mar considered routine.

“Anytime.”

Nightwing grinned and then he was gone.

--

There was something about early November in Gotham that got the resident villains excited. Or maybe they were always like that and Mar just never paid attention to them before November. Either way, it was annoying.

“What do you mean the Penguin wrecked the pharmacy on 12th?” Mar asked in disbelief. “I thought it was the one on 7th!”

“No, that was the Riddler.”

“What the fuck do these guys have against pharmacies?”

“No clue,” Raya said. “If you figure it out, make sure you let GCPD know. Actually, scratch that. They’re useless. Find a way to let Batman and his team of birds know.”

“I need to pick up a prescription,” Mar groaned, dropping their head against their desk. “Did they say if they were rerouting pickups somewhere else?”

“My sister said they told her orders and pickups were being allocated to the pharmacy on 5th until further notice.”

“Ugh,” Mar said with emphasis. “Fuck my lunch break, then.”

“What about going after work?”

“I can’t, it’s a pro bono night.”

“Can you get it tomorrow?”

Mar turned an exhausted stare on Raya, sighing. “I wish. I ran out of my meds four days ago and haven’t had time to get the new prescription until today. But now I have to haul ass over to 5th and grab it.”

“Oh my god, is that why I caught you staring into the back fridge yesterday for a solid three minutes?”

“Yes,” Mar groaned, rubbing at their forehead. “I was—hang on, you waited three minutes before saying something? What the fuck, Raya?”

“I was taking pictures of you to make into a group chat meme.”

“If I didn’t need this job so badly, I would strangle you.”

“Love you, too,” Raya sing-songed. “You know I love your ADHD ass, don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

Mar checked their watch before shoving to their feet with a groan.

“Whatever. I’m taking Shelley with me. Can you watch Ginny?”

“Of course I can!” Raya said, cooing at Ginny and patting her knees to summon her.

On their way out, Mar paused at the front desk to let the attendant know they were stepping out and if they weren’t back for their first patient following lunch to let them know as much. Mar hoped they weren’t out that long because they wanted the chance to eat lunch, but getting their meds so they could actually function took priority.

Even as inland as they were, the biting wind from the nearby water was cold enough that Mar’s nose went pink at the tip and they started sniffling. Shelley seemed unfazed, trotting along with her tongue lolling and eyes bright. Mar was glad at least one of them was enjoying this walk.

They were about a block from the pharmacy when a car screeched to a stop in the middle of the road, swerving to block both directions of traffic. Mar paused, tugging gently on Shelley’s leash to get her to heel. They watched a few people pile out of the car, brandishing guns and yelling at drivers and pedestrians. Mar side-stepped toward the alley nearby, tugging Shelley along with them and pressing against the worn bricks. Mar reached for their cell phone to call the police, only to find it was dead.

“Are you fucking kidding me.”

Mar glanced around and saw someone across the street, also ducked into an alley and speaking rapidly on the phone. Good enough.

Turning back to where the people had left their car, Mar watched all five of them enter a building, leaving the street empty. They glanced down at their watch.

Shit. They really needed to get to the pharmacy and it was right there. They could literally see it at the end of the block on the other side of the corner store those guys just went into.

Mar glanced down at Shelley. Shelley peered up at Mar, ears lifted and eyes bright.

They could sprint. Those meds were the difference between Mar being able to get their documentation done or not.

“This is stupid,” Mar said to Shelley. “Let’s go.”

Mar ducked out from the alley and started for the other side of the street, hunched low and keeping a tight hold on Shelley’s leash. They might have made it if the driver hadn’t stayed behind.

He leaned out of the driver’s window and fired a warning shot into the air, freezing Mar in place. Shelley ducked behind Mar’s legs with a startled bark, tail tucked. Mar could relate to that sentiment.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The driver asked, getting out of the car and keeping the gun trained on Mar.

“Going to the pharmacy,” Mar said, voice surprisingly steady for the way their knees and hands were trembling. “I don’t want any trouble, I swear.”

“Oh, well, that’s funny. Because I do.”

“That’s nice.”

“Are you sassing me, kid?”

“I’m on lunch break.” Mar had no idea why they said that. What the fuck did that have to do with anything?

“Yeah? I don’t care.”

“Okay.”

Apparently dissatisfied with Mar’s sass, (they weren’t trying to be sassy, Mar literally was not thinking before they spoke) the guy leveled the muzzle of his gun to the center of their forehead. It was still hot from his previous shot, the heat emanating from the metal in the proximity of Mar’s skin. They had a moment to think back to their anatomy professor from the first semester of their doctorate program. The woman had told Mar during a dissection lab that if they didn’t learn how to relax, they were going to die young from stress.

Take that, professor, Mar thought, delirious and panicked. 

The sound of a gunshot going off made Mar scream, short and sharp, as they jerked backward and squeezed their eyes shut.

Were they dead? They didn’t feel dead. How did one know they had died?

Shelley’s weight against their legs prompted Mar to open their eyes.

The guy with the gun was splayed out on the pavement in front of Mar, clutching his shoulder, mouth open in a silent scream of agony. Mar’s knees gave out and they dropped back, landing hard on the sidewalk and miraculously avoiding sitting on Shelley.

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck,” Mar whispered, frantic and strangled. “I’m gonna be sick.”

“Some lunch break, huh?”

The sound of a new voice, warbled and mechanical, drew Mar’s attention. A brick wall of a human being was crouched on the roof of the car blocking traffic, face obscured by a sleek red helmet.

“What the fuck,” Mar said again, voice pitched and wobbling. “Who are you?”

The mask was featureless, but Mar could feel the way this newcomer was raising a judgemental eyebrow at them.

“You must be new here.”

“You could say that.”

“Red Hood,” the introduction came without preamble. “I control this part of Gotham.”

“That’s nice,” Mar said, voice gone small. They stared at Red Hood as he climbed off the car and walked over to the driver still on the ground. 

“Now you, buddy,” Red Hood said, standing over the driver and placing a booted foot against the bullet hole in his shoulder. The silent scream transitioned into a very loud, agonized one, making Mar flinch. “You aren’t new here. You and your buddies know this is my turf. So, wanna tell me what the fuck you think you’re doing in broad daylight?”

“N-Nothing!” The driver cried, eyes blown wide. “We’re not doing anything!”

“Oh, really?” Red Hood drawled, the sarcasm translating even through the modulator. “Then what’s all this? A picnic? Because it sure as hell doesn’t look like nothing.”

The rest of the crew took that moment to exit the building noisily, all of them colliding comically into each other the moment they laid eyes on Red Hood. Mar stayed perfectly still, arms wrapped around Shelley as a precaution. Every single fucking person around them was holding a gun and Mar was sitting on their ass on the dirty Gotham sidewalk holding their dog.

“You’ve got two options,” Red Hood spoke up after a few seconds where no one moved. “You can take that stuff you stole and hope I don’t put a bullet through your heads as you leave. Or, you put all that down on the sidewalk and make sure I never see your ugly mugs in this part of Gotham ever again.”

Mar’s arms tightened around Shelley as the crooks didn’t move for a few more seconds. Red Hood cocked his gun and suddenly the bags were being dropped on the sidewalk. 

He chuckled, the sound distorted through his mask and modulator, and removed his foot from the driver’s shoulder.

“Get your asses out of here before I change my mind.”

Mar had never seen a group of men leave somewhere so fast in their life.

“Hey, lunch break,” Red Hood’s voice spoke, catching Mar’s attention. They looked up, sharp and panicked, not realizing they had been spacing out. It was probably dissociating, but Mar was trying to be optimistic. 

“Are you hurt?” Red Hood asked as he holstered his gun.

Mar shook their head before finding their voice again. “No, no I’m…I’m okay.”

Mar watched on in a daze as an elderly woman toddled out of the corner store, frazzled. Red Hood scooped up the robbers’ bags and handed them over to her. He didn’t object to the well-intentioned way the woman dusted at his jacket and fret over him. She ended her inspection with a very grandmotherly pat to his arm before heading back into her store while Red Hood held the door for her. Red Hood turned back to Mar and it was about then they realized they should probably stand up.

The second Mar took their arms off Shelley so they could do so, Shelley was butting her head up against Red Hood’s knee, tail wagging. Mar dusted off their scrub pants with one hand and grabbed at Shelley’s leash with the other, eyes wide.

“I’m so sorry, she’s usually well-behaved, but she’s off duty right now and probably spooked.”

“Off duty?”

“She’s a therapy dog,” Mar said, wrapping Shelley’s leash around their hand a few times for the stability it offered. “I work at a physical therapy clinic with her.”

Red Hood paused, one hand absently patting the top of Shelley’s head.

“What the fuck are you doing all the way over here then?”

Mar blinked and then pointed at the pharmacy at the end of the block. “I was trying to get there.”

“And you thought running through an active crime scene instead of looping around the block was a good idea?”

Mar opened their mouth to argue back and paused, realizing that Red Hood was right. That would have been the smarter thing to do.

“I may be a little stupid.” Mar paused and tightened their fingers around Shelley’s leash. “And sleep deprived. And unmedicated.”

“Well try to be less of all that next time you take a lunch break stroll through Crime Alley, yeah? Stupidity isn’t covered by most insurances these days.”

Mar had no comeback for that, so they nodded and fiddled with Shelley’s leash again. Shelley seemed quite content sitting at Red Hood’s feet and getting tentative head pats from his gloved hand.

“Uhm…am I allowed to go? Or…?”

“Or what?” Red Hood said, gruff and distorted. “I don’t need you hanging around here to get shot at again.”

“It’s just…” Mar gestured to where he was still petting Shelley. “I didn’t want to just walk off.”

Red Hood stared down at his hand for a moment like it didn’t belong to him before he cleared his throat through the mask and carefully pulled his hand away.

“Whatever,” Red Hood grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Get out of here.”

“Okay,” Mar said. They were saying that a lot in this series of bizarre events. What the fuck else were they supposed to say? This city was insane. They gave a gentle pull to Shelley’s leash and signaled for her to follow Mar as they started to walk away from Red Hood. Mar got approximately three steps away before they paused and turned around.

“Red Hood?”

“What?” he had started to walk off in a different direction but paused, sounding annoyed.

“Thank you,” Mar said. “I know your intention probably wasn’t to save me given what you were saying to that guy. But I didn’t get shot because of you. So, thank you.”

The eyes of his mask stared back at Mar for a long few seconds before he turned away and waved a hand dismissively.

“Don’t go telling people I saved you,” he said, voice a little less gruff than before. “I have a reputation to maintain.”

Mar watched him walk off for a moment before Shelley pushed her head against Mar’s knee with a whine. Right. Pharmacy.

“Let’s hope I don’t get caught up in any more shit on the way back,” Mar grumbled as they started down the sidewalk again. They immediately regretted that and found the nearest piece of wood to knock on. “This city is a fucking nightmare.”

--

Mar somehow made it back to the clinic before their patient arrived with about three minutes left of their lunch break to scarf down a hastily reheated container of food.

“You look rough,” Raya said, eyeing Mar like she was worried they were going to choke.

“Thanks,” Mar said between bites. They took a second to breathe and swallow their food before continuing. “Some guys tried to rob a place I was walking by and Red Hood showed up to scare them off his turf.”

Raya nearly launched herself into space with how fast she got out of her chair, eyes bulging. “You saw Red Hood while you were walking to the pharmacy?”

“I didn’t know your voice could go that high.”

“Mar!”

“Yes, I saw Red Hood. He didn’t shoot me, the robbers didn’t shoot me, I have a patient soon.”

“Why would any of them have a reason to shoot you?” Raya all but screeched.

“I may have been in the middle of the sidewalk.”

“What?”

“Please stop screeching, I’m worried about your throat.”

“How are you so fucking calm right now? You’re acting like this is a normal thing to be saying happened on your lunch break!”

“An even mix of dissociation, compartmentalization, and the fact that I simply do not have time for that.”

“You’re terrifying,” Raya concluded, thankfully at a normal volume. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I’ll put you in touch with my therapist and let you guys figure it out. She’d probably appreciate the input,” Mar said dryly, refreshing their computer screen. “Oh, my patient just checked in. I’ll give you her contact information later.”

“You’re not funny.”

Some lunch break.

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LottieNat: "soldiers of the antler queen" by sxftmelody (Chapters 1/1 / Explicit/ 29k)

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Author Summary: “Natalie, what the hell was that all about?!” Jackie’s voice comes out shrill as she opens the screen door. She stops and stares at Lottie, freezing at the familiar red eyes. “Why the fuck is there a vampire here?”

“That’s…” Nat glances over her shoulder to stare at Lottie. The brunette towers over her, but she looks about as scary as a Doberman puppy. “That’s Lottie.”

“Perfect,” Jackie replies with an extra edge of faux-sweetness to her tone. “Why the fuck is there a Lottie here?”

// Blog summary: Vampire!Lottie and VampireHunter!Nat where they join forces to  take down a greater evil.