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prettyboongi · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction | They React to You Having a Weird Personality

[A/N: Hey gang! I’ve been meaning to post this earlier but somehow I got hit with major writer’s block （￣ε￣）so to the user who requested this, I’m really sorry I took so long to finish this. Hope you all enjoy!

Seokjin

When Jimin decided to tag along with you and Seokjin to go grocery shopping, he didn’t think much of it at first. He was running low on basics such as milk and soy sauce and, being his first time spending some time with you, he thought it would be a great time to get to know you better. And boy, did he.

The three of you were browsing the produce section of the grocery store when you suddenly wandered off somewhere. Jimin didn’t think much of it and continued to stay by Jin’s side, checking the ripeness of the cantaloupes. It was only when he heard you speaking nearby. You were talking in a cutesy voice, the kind one would use when speaking to a baby or small child. It was only when Jimin turned your way to find you speaking to either.

“Aww, aren’t you just the cutest thing ever!,” you cooed while holding a kiwi close to your face. “You’re so soft and fuzzy. Too bad you’re just too delicious otherwise I’d keep as a pet!”

“What the absolute fuck?,” Jimin murmured, totally dumbstrucked of what he was witnessing.

“What?,” asked Jin, too busy testing the cantaloupes.

“Y/N is talking to fruit… like it’s an animal or something.”

“Oh yeah, she does that sometimes. Pretty adorable, right?

Adorable wasn’t the right word Jimin was thinking of. Plain bizarre was more fitting. Or embarrassing as a handful of passersby gave quizzical looks at you. But you were too busy to notice, focusing on your conversation with the small, fuzzy fruit.

Mortified, Jimin calls out to you. “Ah, Y/N! Can you please quit it.? You’re being weird!”

Surprised but unfazed by Jimin’s outburst and overall embarrassment, you simply respond, “But come on, they just look so deliciously cute!” You even gave the kiwi a nice pet before lovingly rubbing it on your face.

Utterly speechless, Jimin continues to gawk at you like a freakshow. His attention does break from you when he feels a sudden pat on the shoulder. He turns around slightly to find Jin next to him with a sympathetic look on his face.

“There, there Jiminie.” says Jin, “you’ll come to love her weirdness.

And Jimin eventually did. Begrudgingly so.

Yoongi

You were sitting alone in a cafe, waiting for your boyfriend Yoongi to arrive. When he mentioned that he had some time out of his busy schedule to hang out, of course you took the opportunity. Although you admired his work ethic and dedication to BTS, you still wished there was more time to spend time together. And it was days like this that you truly look forward to.

He texted you he was running a bit late so all you could really do was wait patiently for him. A task that wasn’t so hard since you found yourself drifting into a daydream while staring out the window. It was only you heard the screech of the chair scooting that broke you from your daydream. You turn to the noise and see Yoongi sitting down in front of you. And with an unexpectant guess.

“Hey Y/N, sorry I’m late,” Yoongi greets you, “Hope you don’t mind that I brought Taehyung along.” Taehyung sits down next to Yoongi and shoots you a cheeky smile.

“No, I don’t mind,” you replied, “Now I have two of my favorite people in the world.” While there was a part of you that wanted to be alone with Yoongi, you were happy to see Taehyung as well. As an apology for being a third wheel, Taehyung even offered to order and pay for all your drinks: an Americano for Yoongi, a vanilla latte for you and a hot chocolate for himself.

Once the three of you were all settled with your drinks, you asked the two men how their day was.

“Surprisingly, it wasn’t too busy. Just going over…” you listen to Yoongi say before drifting into one of your vivid daydreams. You knew it was rude but sometimes you couldn’t help it, you get distracted way too easily. Yoongi knew this about you. This definitely wasn’t the first time you spaced out while he was speaking. Despite this, you always urge him to keep talking since you snapped out of it at some point.

However, Taehyung didn’t know this trait about you and proceeds to wake you up from daydream mode. With a loud snap of fingers he called out your name and your attention was now back to them.

“Oh sorry about that,” you said bashfully.

Unbothered, Yoongi took a sip of his coffee. “No, it’s fine babe. Seemed like you had a good daydream going on.” Both of you chuckled lightly but Taehyung stayed quiet. He wasn’t particularly annoyed by your daydreaming but he did think it was rude to not pay attention.

Half-jokingly, he retorted, “Wow hyung, who knew you were dating such a space cadet.”

“Huh?,” you responded. Taehyung’s seemingly lighthearted remark caught you off guard.

Taehyung chuckles. “I knew all knew you were ditzy but jeez.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you giggled nervously. Even though you knew he was joking around, the way he said it made you feel a bit embarrassed.

Seeing your reaction, Yoongi glares at Taehyung. “Hey, I’d appreciate you not making fun of my girlfriend.”

“But hyung, I was just-”

“I really don’t give a shit whether you were kidding or not, I want you to apologize to her.”

Knowing better to not disobey this particular hyung of his, Taehyung turns to you with apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he says genuinely.

You reached over to give his hand a comforting pat and smiled at him. “Thanks, Tae.”

You knew he was joking around but it was still nice to hear him apologize.

Hoseok

Everyone in the group knew how close you were to Hoseok. Dating for almost a year already, he was your entire world. Your rock. Your knight in shining armor. And because of his supportive and caring nature, you always went to him whenever you needed something. Hoseok made it clear to you that you could always rely on him.

“Hobi, can you please pick me up?” you’d ask him on the phone and Hoseok would immediately be on his way.

“Hobi can you open my bottle? It hurts my hand”, and he’d gladly open it for you.

“Hobi, I feel really scared and anxious right now, I need you,” and he would drop whatever he was doing to find and comfort you.

To some people, you would see this as Hoseok being a great boyfriend. However, others might just view it as a little too dependent. Others like Jungkook, apparently.

Jungkook didn’t have anything against you; he really liked for the most part. He just thought it was strange for a girl your age to be so reliant on someone, be it her boyfriend or not. He didn’t understand how someone as fiercely independent as his hyung would be interested in someone who is the complete opposite. It was an opinion that he kept to himself until one day.

You knew that today Hoseok and the guys had a dance practice and you thought it would be a great idea to make a surprise visit. On your way to the studio, you were about to turn a corner when you see your boyfriend and Jungkook in the hallway. It looked like they were having a serious conversation so you contemplated whether to wait until they were finished or greet them anyway. That’s when you hear your name being suddenly dropped.

“Y/N?,” Hoseok asks quizzically, “What about her?”

“I noticed that she’s been asking a lot of you lately, things that she could definitely do on her own,” Jungkook hesitantly begins, “I just find it odd that she’s that so dependent on you.”

You felt a rush of heat rising in you from shear embarrassment as you hid away the two men. You didn’t know that Jungkook thought this way about you and you worried if the other’s felt the same way. “Ugh, this is why you don’t eavesdropped, stupid,” you thought to yourself. You were about to leave when you heard Hoseok beginning to speak.

“To be perfectly honest, Jungkook, I like that fact that I’m the one Y/N comes to when she needs help. I like being needed, especially from someone I love. She’ll get to a point where she can be more self-reliant but I’m not going to rush her. So don’t worry too much about her or our relationship, okay?” He finishes his speech with a friendly pat on Jungkook’s shoulder.”

“Sorry, hyung. I didn’t mean to be rude,” he says with a guilty look on his face. Hoseok just responds with a hearty laugh as he puts his arm around the maknae and leads back to the dance studio.

Still standing behind that corner, you couldn’t help but contain the sweet smile on your face. You were still a bit dejected over what Jungkook said about you but the fact you had a boyfriend that will defend no matter what made you feel so blessed. He was truly your everything and you’d be lost without him.

You took a moment to compose yourself before heading towards the dance studio.

Namjoon

It was no secret to anyone that knew you that your favorite thing to eat was anything pickled. Growing up in a family that pickled everything from cucumbers to watermelon rinds, you always found comfort munching on the tangy, savory food. Your love for pickled foods reached an all new high when you moved to South Korea and fell totally in love with kimchi and all its regional variants.

To an outsider, they might see your love for pickled food a bit obsessive, but not Namjoon. Knowing how much you love eating them, he made sure stock up on your favorites at the dorm. So whenever you come over to hang out, you’ll have a tasty snack to eat. This sweet gesture made you love the man even more, if that was even possible in the first place.

The rest of Bangtan thought your obsession with pickles somewhat peculiar but also adorably quirky. Well everyone except for one person: Yoongi. As much as he enjoyed pickled foods himself, he personally thought you took it too far since he’d always catch you eating them. He even avoids sitting and speaking to you due to you sometimes smelling like strong brine. But he tried his best to hold his tongue since it didn’t hurt anyone.

One day, Yoongi walks into the living room of the dorm and finds you and Namjoon sitting at the table. You, of course, was enjoying some pickled okra your mother sent you in a care package.

“Hi, Yoongi!,” you squeaked as you got up to give him a hug.

Yoongi became rigid in your embrace but soon reciprocated the hug rather awkwardly. Pulling back from the hug, he says hurriedly, “Uh, I have to run some errands. See ya guys around,” then hightails it out the door.

His behavior leaves you puzzled. “What’s with him?,” you asked Namjoon but he just shrugs in response.

That very visit, you decided to spend the night at the dorm. You were walking out of the bathroom after brushing your teeth when you heard Namjoon and Yoongi talking in the next room. As you tippy-toed closer to that room, you quickly realized they were talking about you.

“I’m sorry Joon but I just think it’s her obsession with pickles is kinda gross,” Yoongi belts out, “I mean she eats them all the time.”

Before even hearing Namjoon's response, you quickly walked to his bedroom and buried yourself in his sheets. A few moments later, you hear Namjoon walk into the room and feel the bed slightly shake as he climbs into bed.

“You still awake, honey?,” he sweetly asks.

“Yeah,” you said in a somber tone, still buried under the sheets.

“Hey, is there something wrong?”

It takes you a moment before responding. “Do you think I’m gross, Joon?”

Namjoon sighs heavily. “I’m guessing you overheard our conversation. How much did you hear?”

“I only heard what Yoongi said then immediately went towards the room. Joonie, I’m sorry I’m like this.”

That’s when Namjoon pulled the covers from you and cupped your flustered face. “Hey, you have nothing to be sorry about. Who cares what you love to eat? I love you for who you are, Y/N. That’s what I told Yoongi hyung and now I’m telling you.” He then gives you a warm, gentle kiss on the lips.

Overwhelmed by Namjoon’s intense sincerity and affection, you felt your eyes start to water. “You don’t mind that my kisses sometimes taste like vinegar?”

Namjoon chuckles at your question. “Not one bit.”

Jimin

The guys decided it would be nice to have a relaxing movie night and you were invited to tag along.

“How long’s the movie?,” you asked?

“It’s pretty long,” Jimin says before he clicks the play button on the Netflix screen.

“Bet Y/N’s gonna pass out halfway towards the middle,” Taehyung jokes.

You scoff. “I’m not gonna fall asleep this time.” You said this with such confidence but the boys didn’t buy it. You were known to fall asleep at any time, at any occasion. Whether you were on a day trip or at an awards show, you’d often find yourself passing out somewhere, causing some slight embarrassment on your part. And unfortunately, tonight was no different.

“Baby, wake up,” Jimin softly says to you as he gently shakes you awake.

You quietly moaned as you sat up on the couch in the dorm’s living room. “Is the movie already over?” you said groggily, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes.

Jimin faintly smiles at you. “Afraid so. 25 minutes in - a new record for you,” he teased. You gave him a quick glare.

“I had a strange dream. I wasn’t in it myself but you and Namjoon were there. Namjoon was kinda irritated and said something like ‘what’s the point in even inviting her to these things if she’s just going to fall asleep?’ Good thing it was just a dream, right?” You looked up at Jimin and saw a weird expression on his face. “What?”

He sighs and says, “That wasn’t a dream, Y/N. I was hoping you didn’t hear that.”

“So, Namjoon did say that,” you asked. Jimin nodded. Even though you were the one that fell asleep during the movie, you couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt and ashamed. You bit your lip before speaking again. “Is he mad at me?”

Jimin grabs your hands, gently caressing your finger. “Oh, not at all, sweetie. But even if he was mad, it doesn’t matter,” he says assuringly. “Wanna know what I told him?,” he asked you. You silently nod. “I told him that you’re my sleeping beauty and I wouldn’t change that about you.”

His lovely compliment catches you off guard, causing a light blush to appear on your face. Softly smiling at him, you respond, “You’re such a cheeseball, Park.”

Taehyung

You were out on a dinner date with your boyfriend Taehyung, and you were trying your best to hide your nervousness. It wasn’t the fact that you were out with Tae that made you nervous since you've been together for a few months already. What made you nervous was that this date was actually a double date with Hoseok and his own girlfriend. Even though this wasn’t your first time hanging out with anyone from the group, let alone Hoseok, you still get anxious in settings like this. Especially settings that involved eating. You didn’t consider yourself a gross eater, you just become hyper-aware when you eat around others. Heck, it took you awhile to feel comfortable eating around Taehyung.

The four of you were sitting together at a fancy restaurant, and you tried your best to ease your nervousness by engaging in the conversation. When the food arrived, all hope was lost as you felt the sensation of butterflies in your stomach. Everyone eagerly dug into their plates as you just sipped your water, hoping it will calm your nerves.

Taehyung poked your hand, getting your attention. “You alright, babe?”

You quickly nodded. “Yeah, I’m just not that hungry for some reason.”

Overhearing this, Hoseok turns your way with a cheeky smirk on his face. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Are you afraid we’ll all find out your disgusting eating habits?” he boffs.

Hoseok was merely kidding but his joke still managed to make you choke on your water. Taehyung rubs on your back for comfort as he gives a stern look to Hoseok.

“Hey, hyung,” he says in a rather serious tone, “Please don’t bully my honey pie.”

Hoseok scoffs in return. “Come on, I’m just kidding!,” he belts. Hoseok’s girlfriend proceeds to slightly hit him hard on the shoulder. “What did I do?”

She looks at him. “Like you’re one to Hoseok. Most of the time, you eat like a feral pig.”

You and Taehyung tried your best to stifle your laughter after hearing such a brutal dig. Although shocked at first, Hoseok just laughs it off and goes back to eating.

You then look at Taehyung and smile. “I think I’m actually hungry now.”

Jungkook

You were meeting the boys for the very first time today. Despite you and Jungkook’s relationship being relatively new, he just couldn't wait any longer to introduce you to his hyungs. While this made you feel extremely special, you were also scared out of your mind that you’ll embarrass yourself in front of them. Possibly making Jungkook regret being interested in you in the first place.

When you told Jungkook about your worries, he reassured you that everything will be fine. As you were standing outside of the door of their dorm, you really hope what Jungkook said was true. With a shaky hand, you rung the doorbell. As you expected your boyfriend opened the door.

“Hey,” he says flirtily.

“Hey, yourself. Are they here?”

“Yep, they can’t wait to meet you. Come on in.” He takes your hand, leading you towards the living room.

“Hyungs,” Jungkook begins excitedly, “this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

The six men got up from the couch and hurriedly walked over to meet you. They politely bowed and flashed friendly smiles, however it doesn’t ease your anxiety.

“H-hello, it’s not to meet you,” you stammered. You let go of Jungkook’s hand and started to fidget your fingers self-consciously.

It was clear as day that you were extremely nervous. Knowing how important you were to Jungkook, the guys went out their way to make you feel welcome. You spent the entire day having fun with everyone; eating snacks, playing party games and just overall playing around. It seemed like the guys really liked you, which caused you to fidget less as the time went by.

By evening, it was about your time to leave and you went to find Jungkook so he could drive you home. You asked Yoongi where Jungkook was and he mentioned seeing him toward his room. After getting directions, you head towards his room. Seeing that his door was opened you cautiously went inside, not realizing that Jungkook was having a conversation with Seokjin.

“Don’t take it too personally, Jungkook. I’m just not sure if I like her yet,” Jin says to Jungkook, neither noticing you in the room yet.

“But why hyung?,” Jungkook says, hearing the slight hurt in his voice.

Seokjin sighs before speaking again. “She’s just super awkward, you know? Painfully so.”

His blunt words hit you hard inside. It turns out you were wrong about everyone liking you. The room fell into a brief yet excruciating silence. It took you clearing your throat for them to finally notice you in the room.

Surprised, Jungkook turns to you. “Y/N?”

“It’s time for me to go. Can you take me home?”

“Uh, yeah, just let me get my keys?”

Before following Jungkook out the room, you gave Seokjin a meek wave goodbye then left.

On your way to the car, you tried to distract yourself by talking about how much fun you had but Jungkook could tell you were still hurt by Seokjin’s words. Before having the chance to open the passenger door, Jungkook spins you around and pulls you into his embrace.

“I don’t know how much you heard from Jin hyung,” he says into your ear, “But it’ll be fine, Y/N. Soon enough, he’ll see you how I see you: an amazing and beautiful girl.”

You didn’t know what to say at that moment, so you just quietly sobbed into his shoulder.

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dnarez · 4 years ago

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Chapter 4

A/n IMPORTANT

So... before we start this let me explain something, in the others and in this chapter Zanko is finishing middle(?) school, she got permission from the school and her mother to work in the pet store since it would be a start for her to become a veterinarian she has 13 years old, she is almost at highschool, Ann is just 30 years old, she had Zanko when she had 17. -----------------------------------------------------------

It's been a long time since you started to live with then, you now were talking more, it was so good waking up in the morning just to wake Zanko up to get ready for school, and then wake Ann up to help the alarm going of you would bark and howl, with the sound of both of you she would get up in less then 2 min, different from before, that she would turn the alarm off and wake up late.

But now she couldn't since you wouldn't shut up until she was out of the bed.

The three of you were eating breakfeast while talking.

"Oh! I just remembered! Today I will bring one of my classmates to do a project" Zanko looked ate her mother with concern "He's one of the cool kids, everyone thinks is going to be a huge hero... Don't get me wrong! I belive in that too! It's just.... weird"

"How is it weird hun? You two ar just going to do the project and then go back to being stranger no?" Ann said while looking up from her phone

"He's very smart, he got the best grades in the school... he's like... like..."

"Like what hun?"

"Like... perfect!" Zanko said while hidding her red face in her hands.

"Oooooh! Now I get it! You have a crush on him!" Ann laughted at her flustered daugther

"Me and all the other girls in my school and the neighboor schools, everyone loves Keigo"

"Oh! So the guy have a name! Does he have a quirk too?" Ann asked while finishing eating

"Yeah, he has these beautiful and big red wings, he can control the featers with his mind, he can make then super sharp too! It's so cool!" Zanko also finished eating and got up cleaning the dishes

"(Y/n) keep a close eye in the boy ok? Since I don't know him I don't trust him"

Yes ma'am!

You said while wagging your tail.

"Hey! Don't treat him like those bullys and bad boys!"

"For me he's just another boy hun, I will protect you from him just like I would with any other boy, he isn't special" Ann got up and started walking to her bedroom but stoped in the kitchen's door frame "I just remembered! I have a few cirguries to do today so I will come home later than usual, (y/n) is in charge"

"WHAT? You will let the wolf that has the same age as me but in dog years take charge??? Why???"

"Because I know we can trust her, so let her in charge just this once, and.... you almost put fire in the house last time"

"That was an acident!" She stomped to her room and Ann did the same to get ready for the day

~timeskip brought to you by (y/n) being alone all day until Zanko came back with her classmate~

3rd p.o.v

"I'm home!" Zanko and the ash blonde walked inside after taking their shoes off.

(Y/n) run to the door wagging her tail.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you Takami-kun... this here is my pet (y/n)!" Zanko kneled down to pet the (f/c) wolf.

"It's fine... does he bite?" Takami asked while geting close to the wolf

"Not that I know of and it's a she"

"Can I pet her?" He said while reaching his hand to pet her

(Y/n) started to growl lightly and got away from his hand.

"I'm sorry she doesn't like new people" Zanko said while looking apologetic to him

Takami smiled "It's fine but damn that's a cool dog! She looks like a wolf! And she's so big!"

(Y/n) was at the size of a malamute.

"Well... that's because... she is a wolf" Zanko got up and started heading to the stairs stoping in the front of then "let's get to work!"

Takami mouth droped at her confecion, he looked an the wolf surprised and run to Zanko's side

"What do you mean by 'she's a wolf' are you serious?!" He's eyes were big and he's smile bigger "That's so cool! Omg! How did you found her? Or did you bought her? Does she eat dog food or you give her raw meat? Can she get bigger? How old is she?"

Zanko laughted and guilded him to her room with the (f/c) wolf following her.

Her room was basic with a few plusies here and there, the bed was all blue just like the rest of the room.

"Calm down! We have time to work in the project and talk" Zanko sat in her bed and started to get everything they needed

(Y/n) layied down behind Zanko in the bed, she was watching Takami carefuly.

"Wait... you will tell me more when we finish?" He asked tilting his head to the side.

"Yes! I will let you feed her too"

He gave a big toothy smile and sat in the desk chair to do his part, his wings fluttered in anticipation.

Hey! I don't want him to feed me!.

"Oh come on! It's just this once!"

Keigo looked curious at the girl and the wolf.

No! He smell like chiken nuggets! I don't want my food to smell like chicken nuggets!

Zanko started to laugh hard.

Keigo looked at her puzzled "do you... understand her??"

"Yes! That's my quirk!" She said after stopped laughing

Keigo's eyes light up "OH MY GOOD THAT'S SO COOL!!!"

Zanko blushed and smiled sweetly

Yoh! Do you really like this guy? He looks like trouble...

"He does not! You are just jealous that you can't fly"

Who needs wings when you have these!

(Y/n) jumped on the floor and posed with her paw showing proudly.

Keigo chuckled at their sillynes "What she said about me?"

"She said that you looked like troubled and before that she said you smell like chicken nugget"

Keigo blushed embarased "d-do I?" He looked back to his book

Yes you do but... it isn't THAT bad... chicken is tasty in the end... you know what... he's kinda cute...

"And I thought you didn't had a heart!" Zanko started giggling

Keigo looked at the curious no longer embarrased "what? What did she said?" He looked at (y/n)

"She said that the smell isn't so bad since chicken is tasty... and then said that you are cute"

Yes, he's cute like a puppy

"Oh! Cute like a puppy"

"Thank you! You too look cute! Your (f/c) fur looks so soft! Please let me pet you!" He's hands were together like he was praing and he bowed his head a little "pretty please!"

The (f/c) wolf walked close to him and laied her head in his lap.

He's golden eyes looked surprised and he gave a big smile and pet her head carefully.

"OMG! IT'S MORE SOFT THAN IT LOOK!!!" he smiling petted behind both ears

Oh my god... so good!

She started to wag her tail very happy

"A little more to the neck in your left" Zanko smiled and got back to work

"Where?.... here?" Keigo scratched in the place right place.

Her ears bend down, her head tilted to his hand letting go of the weight letting he hold her head, while her tail wagged at full speed.

"For god's sake! She's the cutest thing I ever saw!" Keigo was melting seeing her doing those cute things just because of some head scratches "how can a wolf be this docile???"

"I found her behind our house a few month ago... she was almost dead when we found her... I run inside and called my mom, she called my uncle and they got her in the pet ambulance, we know that she was in a lab all her life and that they forced her to fight some people, we tried showing her pictures of famous villains but she didn't reconized non of then" Zanko didn't looked up from her text book nor stopped writting.

"What about hero's?" Keigo stoped scratching (y/n)'s head and she whinned "oh! Sorry" he returned to pet her

"What do you mean heros?" Zanko stoped writting and looked at him puzzled

"Maybe she was created by villains and foght heros?" Keigo wasen't sure about what he was saying but he had a guess that maybe he was right "did you contacted the police?"

"No, and I won't" she started getting defencive

"Wait... what?" Keigo looked at her choked "You're kidding.... right?"

"No I'm not! They would locke her up and treat her like a dangerous animal!" Zanko looked pissed that he even sugested going to the police

"She is a dangerous animal! She is a fucking wolf! I will never know when she will atack you!"

"Look at her!" Zanko got up and pointed to (y/n) that was with her head in his lap waiting for more pets "how can you say that about her!"

Keigo was silenced he looked at the wolf with it's head in his lap, she had big (e/c) eyes and her (f/c) was so soft and comfy, her ears were bend down and her tail was still wagging just not as much. She looked like a big marshmellow of how soft she looked.

He took a deep breath and looked at Zanko emotioless "Why are you protecing her?"

"Damn Takami-kun! I thought you were smart!" Zanko crossed her arms still angry "She's my damn wolf! She's like a sister to me! She's as much famiky as my mom is to me!"

Keigo didn't expected that at all "but... but she's an animal!"

"That's true but so are us! She can even be smarter than me, she even help me with my homework for god's sake! If you make anymore insults to my sister you will not be welcome here..." Zanko finally started to calm down.

"Okay... sorry I didn't wanted to insult any of you..." he was ashamed for what he said

Did you... called me sister?!

(Y/n) started to wag her tail at full speed jumped on Zanko, licking her face

"Omg! Get out of me (y/n)!" She was laughing whike trying to get the (f/c) wolf off of her "Takami-kun! Help me please!"

(Y/n) stopped and started to nuzzle her, her tail was wagging happyly

Sister! Sister! I love you!

Keigo was laughing at the scene while tryed to help getting the wolf off of her.

...

That day was the day Keigo become close friends with the second smartest girl in school and her wolf

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(A/n)

I hope u all enjoyed it ! It took me awhile to finished since I tryied to make it more fun. Sorry i hawks is kinda ooc here, but that's how I think he would be younger, more naive and more expressive.

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chasseurdeloup-retired · 4 years ago

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A Moment of Rest || Morgan and Kaden

TIMING: Before the cabin in the woods LOCTAION: Woods PARTIES: @mor-beck-more-problems and @chasseurdeloup SUMMARY: A very normal picnic in the woods with a surprise guest.

“You could look happier to be out in the sunshine, you know. There’s not even any mushrooms in sight.” Morgan said. She spread out the picnic blanket in the shade, and settled down, a little smug today at being beyond heat exhaustion and squirming when she started to sweat through her cami. Corpse chill was so severe, she wasn’t even sure if she would sweat anymore. Morgan squished down the thought, determined to maintain it as a positive. She could look cute in any kind of weather. She didn’t even need ice baths like Deirdre did. Shaking back her hair, she gestured for Kaden to come sit. “In honor of us needing a serious break, and your favorite band of all time, I’ve got a mamma mia mimosa for you, a super trooper brain smoothie for me, and gimmie, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie waffles. Obviously, I can’t tell how much better they are from my last ones, but I’m feeling really confident about how I tweaked the batter. If nothing else, these are at least twice as fluffy. Come on, you know you want some, right?”

“I don’t even want to think about the mushrooms, thanks,” Kaden said as he found a spot on the picnic blanket across from Morgan. “I don’t even know how to begin explaining that one to Regan. She’s finally not five fucking inches so it’d be nice if we could get a two second reprieve from the fae bullshit.” Not to mention, he still wasn’t completely sure about the details on these mushrooms, he just knew he wasn’t ready to face whatever they were going to do to Regan. Part of him considered asking Morgan for advice but no, this was supposed to be a break. Maybe later. He sighed and was about to reach for the mimosa when he heard her little intro. Kaden sat there, blinking at her, fully ready to get up and walk the fuck away. “Erin fucking told you, didn’t she?” Putain. That was his guilty pleasure, not something he wanted out in public. It was embarrassing enough admitting it, he didn’t need ABBA rubbed in his face like that. Still, clear enough she meant well. Teasing. That’s all it was. Like they were friends or something. Fine. “Only if you quit making fun of me, dead girl.” He grumbled a little as he took the waffles from her. “And don’t tell Deirdre.”

“Don’t you know, Kaden? Up in White Crest you don’t think about fairy mushrooms; fairy mushrooms think about you.” Morgan didn’t know how to tell him her flippancy was the only thing keeping her from giving into the dread of being surrounded by those fucking fungi for months. But if he didn’t want an early ticket to the horror show, she didn’t blame him. She laid out all the tupperware and popped off the lids one by one. There was nothing in the make or decoration that signified anything ABBA related. She’d considered arranging berries on whipped cream to spell out the band’s name, but couldn't find any containers that would fit it just right, Lucky for Kaden.

“Of course Erin told me. We’re friends. But I think you still come out ahead of Ms. EDM Queen. I am ribbing you, but I also think there’s nothing wrong with liking ABBA...until you start making faces like that.” She wagged her finger at him, grinning. “And that’s a terrible request to make because she already knows. Sorry, but we tell each other...pretty much everything.” Morgan shrugged and took a deep, satisfying slurp of her shake. “It’s not that deep of a secret, is it? Will you feel better if I say I sing to Rogers and Hammerstein in my car? Or if I had my own brief ABBA phase when the stage Mamma Mia first came out?”

“You joke but if any town had sentient mushrooms, this is the one,” Kaden said. It was fine, Regan was sensible, unlike Deirdre. They didn’t have to worry about fairy mushroom crap. A pit dropped in his stomach out of nowhere, like some part of him knew he was lying to himself. Guess that was a problem for the future.

Kaden sighed. He hated that Deirdre had one up to embarrass him with. She would, too. At least with Erin they were fair and square. “There’s nothing wrong with ABBA, I just don’t want people laughing at me, alright,” he mumbled. It was stupid to admit, considering for the most part how little he cared about what other people thought of him, or at least that was what he told himself. The more he stayed in White Crest, the more he wondered if that was true. Reputations hardly matter if you don’t stay put in one spot for too long. But here he was all settled and cared and shit like that. There were so many days he wondered if that had been a mistake. And here he was, having waffles with a zombie. Probably a fucking mistake. He sighed and bit into the waffles. For a mistake, it was damn tasty. “Of course you sing musical ballads and shit, that’s completely expected from let’s talk about our feelings girl. Hell I bet you’d live in a musical if you could. Everyone belting out their private fucking emotions. I’d put money down that’s your idea of a good time.” He shook his head before taking another sip of Homs mimosa. Sounded like hell to him. Talking about feelings was bad enough. Kaden’s brow furrowed as he heard a soft small rumbling sound. Almost like a… bleating? Odd. “Do you hear that?” he asked.

“Oh, you’re damn right I would,” Morgan said. “You may not know this, but Deirdre and I kill at karaoke. Give me a moving, hummable love ballad, a solo in the rousing group number, maybe a breakaway hit ‘I want’ song. Maybe if I had one I could actually get more direction in my life going.” She took a deep slurp of her smoothie. “Are you saying that’s not your idea of a good time?” She pouted. She was going to relent a little, ask him about the waffles or, heck, whatever else he was interested in outside of work, when her senses perked at a strange sound from the bushes. “Yeah,” she murmured. Setting her smoothie down, Morgan got to her feet and started creeping towards the sound. The leaves rustled. Something was there alright. She positioned herself in front of Kaden, gesturing, sshhh. “We should probably stay quiet,” she whispered.

“Fuck no,” Kaden said with no hesitation. “I can’t imagine wanting to burst out into song or anyone appreciating that, either. All of that sounds tedious. I’ll stick to darts and trivia nights, thanks. Hard pass on the karaoke.” Plus, Regan couldn't sing (by her own admission) and he was fairly fucking ceratin a tone deaf banshee would make everyone else wish they were deaf. He watched, though, as she crept towards the sound. Guess they were going to investigate, huh. He stood and followed behind, nodding and remaining silent at her request. There it was again, the sound. There was no doubt what it was this time. The gentle bleating of a lamb. Which was impossible, there weren’t any farms out here. No livestock was going to survive on its own in White Crest, not out in the woods. He edged up next to her and peeled open the branches to reveal what was beyond them. Sitting there was a small, white lamb. Shit, they had to bring it in, probably take it to the shelter. He didn’t have any of his equipment with him. “Do you have a rope or something? A long string? Anything? We could try to get a loop lead around it,” he whispered.

Morgan gestured for Kaden to keep back as she came up to the bushes. “What are you doing? My limbs grow back, yours don’t!” She hissed. But Kaden peeled back the branches and-- “Aaaw!” Morgan squeezed his shoulder in excitement. “It’s so cute! What do you mean get a rope? Look how small and cute it is!” Morgan reached out a hand to let the fluffy little critter sniff her. It let out a soft bleat and licked her fingertip, testing to see if she was food. Morgan scooped the sweet creature up while it was occupied like this and inspected the little guy on their hands. “Oh, Kaden,” she cooed. “This cutie pie isn’t running off anywhere, are you honey?” The lamb bleated and wriggled in her grasp, ready to be put down. Morgan settled its forelegs on her lap and gave the lamb chin scratches for its trouble. She gave Kaden a look, trying to see if he’d put it together yet. “...It’s a little attached right now?” She prodded. “Because it’s a plant?”

It was always strange to remember that Morgan was damn near indestructible. Sure, Kaden had seen her tossed by a mime moose like a rag doll but so much of him still remembered when a vampire pulled her into the trees and nearly tore her apart. Thankfully, no such danger was there today. It was just a lamb. Well, mostly. It was… tethered to the ground? “Putain. Animal control is ruining me,” he said with a grumble. A year ago, the first thing he would have noticed was the supernatural element of it all. He also probably would have killed the lamb. With how cozy she seemed to be with it, he thought it best not to announce that. Kaden exhaled and plopped back down on the picnic blanket. “I thought it was a lost lamb. Like a real one. I was going to make sure it didn’t get away and bring it into the shelter because I thought it was normal.” That was certainly not the case. “I know what a vegetable lamb is, alright. I grew up knowing this shit, come on,” he grumbled before taking another bite of his waffles. The small supernatural animal across the way bleated and started sniffing the blanket and all the contents there. “Hey. Don’t eat my food; not for you!” he said as he tried to direct the lamb away from the berries on his plate.

Morgan couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey, at least we don’t have to spoil brunch by fighting giant spiders or running from creepy tics. It’s just one sweet little veggie lamb! And still has about another year left in its cute little life, judging from the size.” Morgan booped the lamb’s nose and pet its fur. “Oh, yeah, you’re a real big bad expert. What’s the protocol for this one anyway? It’s just so fearsome and terrible.” This, just as the lamb tried to take some of Kaden’s blackberries, made her laugh even more. Morgan lifted the critter out of the way and wiggled its forelegs in Kaden’s direction, ventriloquising sweetly, “Put ‘em up, Kaden! That’s my berries! I’ll fight you for them!”

She made a show of gasping with horror. “What a very rude vegetable! Should we pacify your gloriousness?” She picked up one of the berries from the tupperware and hovered it over the critter’s mouth. It bleated, thrashing and pleading until Morgan relented and brought it close enough to be eaten. “My mom had one once, apparently. They’re hard to grow in the first place. A lot can go wrong and it’s sort of gross when it doesn’t work out. But I’m not sure what this little guy is doing out here…” Bringing the lamb back to her lap, she pushed herself out of her thoughts and smiled over at Kaden. “How’s the food? And the whipped cream? I’ve never made it before and I can’t taste, but I measured everything really carefully.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve got a point there,” Kaden replied. He was sick of being told that normal was a relative word, but at this point, he’d take normal adjacent. And avoiding monsters that ate people, or well, at least actively planned to eat them, was an improvement to most days in White Crest. “Uh, you really want to know?” he asked, mouth pulled into a thin line, looking down at the lamb and then back to her. “Langley code is everything supernatural should go.” He knew those words would fall like a lead weight between them, but it’s not like he could change his past or his family or what he was raised with anymore than she could change what she was. And he was admittedly still a little uncomfortable how much he’d changed himself. He much preferred it when he didn't have to face that reality, it was much easier when he could ignore it, not have to examine what all his contradicting bullshit meant. Good thing he didn't have to think about it long. He couldn’t help but crack a smile at the lamb as she held it up and made it act out a scene. It was so easy to forget that she wasn’t human and that it wasn’t an animal.

Okay, alright, stupid thing was cute. Putain. “Yeah so I’ve heard.” He couldn’t imagine going through all that work for a vegetable version of a sheep when there were standard sheep. Not that he needed one of those either. He rolled his eyes before he held out some of the berries in his hand for the stupid vegetable. It bleated before timedly wobbling towards him, nose sniffing and snuffling to find the fruit in his hands. Funny how similar it was to a normal animal; the corner of his mouth pulled up into a smile all over again as he watched. “Hmm? Oh. Yeah, it’s great. Almost too sweet but that could just be me, I don’t have a huge sweet tooth surprisingly.”

Morgan went stiff as Kaden explained the Langley code. Her eyes did nothing to hide the gravity of what he’d said, the danger she and the vegetable lamb were ostensibly in. She couldn’t help but hold the lamb a little tighter, any number of arguments rising in her throat. We have as much right to be here as anyone else. We didn’t choose how we were made any more than you did. What even gives Langleys the right to determine what counts as ‘natural.’ Cholera is natural too. So was Ted Bundy. ‘Natural’ isn’t a basis for… Morgan stopped herself. It was almost disturbing how easily she forgot what he was. But he was her exception just as she was his. The space they shared as friends wasn’t any more “natural” than the magic keeping the vegetable lamb alive. It had to be crafted with intention and suspended with care. And then, when the moment passed, it would weaken. One day, Morgan feared, it might even break.

Morgan watched in silence as Kaden fed his berries to the small creature, beaming thoughtfully as it nuzzled his hand. Animals were innocent and trusting even when they shouldn’t be; Deirdre had explained that to her enough times when talking about her childhood farm. But the way Kaden handled the lamb, even nervous as he was, was so gentle. She struggled to imagine him stabbing the life out of a creature just because with those hands. “I guess it’s a good thing for both of us you’re only kind of a Langley,” she said quietly. Clearing her throat she pressed on, “I’m glad, though. About the whipped cream. A little surprised since French cuisine is so rich, but, hey, so is Southern food, I guess, and half of my family didn’t have much of a sweet tooth either.” She shrugged, reaching for some thread that would steer the mood back towards levity. Wherever it was, she couldn’t find it yet.

Kaden couldn’t help but bristle hearing her call him “kind of a Langley.” He didn’t know if he wished she was more wrong or more right. Either way he hated feeling like he was either failing or had wasted a good portion of his life. He wasn’t sure which it was yet. Every inch of him screamed at him to fight, snap back at her comment the way he had for so many years at anyone and everyone, especially those who disparaged him. Spit back something about still being a hunter, legacy, any of that. But something stopped him. Maybe it was the waffles, maybe it was lamb, maybe it was the expression on Morgan’s face mere moments ago. Maybe it was because he remembered everything that had happened with his mother’s ghost.

The lamb started to bristle its little lips around Kaden’s fingers to see if there was anything worth nibbling there and he let the thoughts fade away. “Rich and savory is one thing. And I don’t hate sweet things, they just need a balance,” he said as he plucked a berry of his plate and held it out in his hand for the lamb to eat. “Like a good piece of fruit, just ripe. That’s perfect. If it’s too saccharine, it hurts my teeth, all that.” As much as he wished that had pulled his mind from the previous topic of conversation, it didn’t. “Most of my family didn’t have much of a sweet tooth. Not that I remember too much by now.” He hadn’t meant to make it heavy again with talk of loss and death, as inevitable as it was around them. Still, he could try to shift. “I told you my uncle was in town, right? He’s German. Lived with him after--” After he lost his parents. Putain. “Anyway, picked up a decent fondness for good German cuisine, too. Feel like I almost always forget until I see him again, you know? Brings things back.”

“Balance, huh?” Morgan said with a fond smile. “I can get behind that.” But this strange tangent didn’t last long. Kaden hadn’t just lost his family, he’d lost them so young even his memories were faded. For all she knew, his awful ghost problem was the strongest memory of his mother was of her attacking him as that awful creature. She couldn’t help but think about her own mother yelling at her on the beach more than the painfully strained visits in her care facility and later, the home of one of Ruth’s old friends. Neither end was especially wonderful, but the burn was newer in one place than the other.

“I am sorry about your family, Kaden,” she said soberly. “I know how hard it is not to have anyone, to miss people like that, even when your relationship was complicated.” She leveled her eyes at him so he would know she meant it. She wasn’t sure if he realized she’d lost all her family either, that this wasn’t pity, but something about him she might actually understand. “I’m glad Oscar was there for you, at least. It sounds like you two are really close. That has to feel...I don’t even know. How does it feel…? Having him back in your life and accessible in a way he hasn’t been in awhile? Um, cooking and all?”

“Yeah. It’s-- It is what it is,” Kaden said as he tried to keep his eyes on the lamb’s little mouth greedily looking for more berries. It was his constant defense when someone talked about his parents like this. Still, something about the way she said that she was sorry rang true. Kaden could never say where the line was that made it clear to him when people understood loss or not, but it was there, invisible but stark. He didn’t know if it was anything more than just the loss of her own life, though he did recall she also was visited by the ghost of her mother during the whole coin debacle. He wasn’t sure it mattered what or when, if you knew the pain of it, you knew all the same.

“Yeah he was around a lot of my life. Always sort of looked up to him. But ever since I was, I don’t know, twenty or so, we’d split up, reconvene, catch up, repeat.” Kaden shrugged. “It’s always nice to see him. He’s really all I have left of--” Kaden swallowed back his words. Oscar was what he had left of family. His life before anything changed. “But this is, I mean, this is way more complicated than it used to be.” Nothing illustrated it more than this moment right now. He was chatting with a zombie over waffles while petting a goddamn vegetable lamb. There used to be a safety he felt when Oscar was around. Now he felt like the most dangerous person in town. And he hated feeling that way about Oscar of all people, the only person he could always count on to look after him. “Every time I’ve gotten myself into deep shit, I always knew I had someone to turn to. It’s weird not going to him now that I feel like I’m in trouble.” Because the trouble was him.

Morgan didn’t examine the impulse to reach out to Kaden. It came so quickly, and there was something so painful about the way he brushed aside his own loss with such ease, she wondered if he ever let himself feel it now that the wound was starting to numb, or let other people understand what he was feeling. Her hand settled on his shoulder and she squeezed carefully so as not to hurt him. “Yeah, it is what it is, but that doesn’t mean it’s not the worst, or that it doesn’t trip you up almost out of nowhere sometimes.” Life with Oscar wasn’t like anything Morgan could imagine. She craved to have her hands around anything precious she managed to have. But to have a touchstone you could pass by at all must have been special. Morgan was endeared, even relieved by the way Kaden talked about him, even as his mention of ‘complicated’ put a stone in her stomach. Right. Oscar and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, good for nothing supernaturals that couldn’t possibly be people. Of course.

“I’m sorry that things are different between you now,” she said solemnly. At least for now, she thought, though she couldn’t bear to entertain the idea for long. “Do you have a plan, for how you’re going to deal with his visit here? I mean, is it going to be dangerous for you if he finds things out, or just...well, just more normative levels of terrifying encounters and really hard conversations?”

Kaden never knew what to make of physical contact. Well, when it was from people he wasn’t dating or trying to date. Even between family it had been strained. Or, well, perhaps not strained but it certainly wasn’t frequent. It was unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. Funny, her skin was cold, sure, but cold hands barely registered any more. “You don’t have to be, though. Sorry. I mean-- I don’t know.” Talking about what happened was something he was about as good at dealing with as physical affection. “Sounds like you’re speaking from experience, though. You don’t have to explain, just-- You can always tell.” He gave the lamb another berry and gave it a small scratch behind its ear. It was easier to just think of it as a real lamb, not supernatural. Focus on the parts that were normal.

“Dangerous? For me, no. But that’s not what I’m worried about.” Kaden tried to swallow back the lump forming in his throat. It felt impossible for him to imagine what Oscar would do if he found out what Regan was, who he was friends with, the fact that he was keeping a pixie as a roommate, any of it. None of it was behavior that he’d ever imagined for himself, so how could he anticipate any reactions? He suspected, at the very least, that Oscar would try to kill them, encourage Kaden to. But maybe he could make exceptions. Or better yet, maybe he’d just leave town before finding out about any of it. He never had to know Kaden had changed any of his views. He could keep thinking his nephew was still a worthwhile hunter, holding up the legacy.

Right. Doubtful. Kaden let out a sigh. “But yeah, no plans. No clue what to do.”

Morgan gave Kaden another squeeze for good measure. “I do, yeah. Family curses of true suffering don’t exactly fuck around,” she gave a small laugh, breathless and humorless to mark all the anguish that had gone numb from her picking at them over the years. Kaden had probably coped by keeping silent, or leaning in extra hard into the ‘it’s fine school of thought.

“Well, lucky for you, I guess.” Morgan said the word gently, meaning it in earnest. “I just mean, you can use that. You can focus on protecting people you care about, and when the time comes, you don’t have to worry about having to save yourself. That can be really important. And, you know, taking care of people can look like a lot of different things. I think you should consider doing a little more than waiting for the sky to fall down, but I’m just paranoid that way. But, you know, if you’re clear with yourself and your intentions, if you tell yourself enough that you’ll protect Regan no matter what, maybe the right plan will come to you later. But then that’s just one hippie zombie’s opinion. What do you think, veggie lamb?” She lifted the fuzzy critter and steered it up toward Kaden so its bright, guileless eyes were level with his.

Kaden looked up and finally met Morgan’s eyes and gave her a nod in return. It was what he could manage. Too much and it would send the grief and pain flooding back, he was sure of it. No need for that. It wasn’t produc-- He froze, the thought rattled in his mind. It was something straight from his mother’s mouth. He wasn’t sure what to do with that. Or what it meant. He tried to let it roll off him. “Yeah, good point. Guess you don’t get to be free of it even when… you know.”

The way she was approaching the situation wasn’t in a way that had occurred to him at all. The thought of having to save himself from Oscar just didn’t--- His brows knit together at the thought. It didn’t make sense in so many ways; it was a scenario he could never imagine himself in. Needing to protect himself from Oscar. Standing against him. Not being just like him. Not wanting to be just like him. And what did it even mean to go against the small scrap of family he had left? What if he-- That possibility was too difficult for him to even begin to consider just yet. Seeing the veggie lamb sitting there brought him out of his thoughts and put a small smile on his face. “Hmm I think he doesn’t know how to plan for that sort of thing. But he’s also a lamb. Well, technically a plant.”

“You mean even when I’m technically un-cursed but still dead and a zombie?” Morgan said, her smile sad for all its warmth. “Yeah. That stuff sticks forever. Get it?”

Kaden seemed confused by something she said, and it took Morgan awhile to figure that he’d never been given a reason to fear the people who were supposed to take care of him. Or at least not enough that he was willing to admit to himself. She wasn’t sure if he was really lucky for that or not. She quirked her brow up at Kaden as he dodged the question. I see you doing that. She held his gaze a moment, debating whether she should give him this out or not. “Lamby over here is both, thank you very much. Lamby is one of two worlds and lives that way in peace. But, as much wisdom as Lamby almost certainly possesses, I think you’re right. He just wants more of your berries.”

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cherryrogers · 5 years ago

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bittersweet {5}

pairing: boxer!bucky x rogers!reader

warnings: some angst, mentions of illness + death, swearing.

synopsis: The world of boxing wasn’t something you knew much about, but after a certain boxer with blue eyes and an irresistible charm wove his way into your heart, you soon learned that it went far deeper than red gloves and gold medals — you thought that the boxer happening to be your brother’s best friend was bad enough, but darker affairs had only yet to come to light.

a/n: ok so the story is lowkey gonna take a turn with this chapter, but i’m excited! italics indicate a flashback, and if you’re confused with some of the things going on, that’s ok! all things will be explained with time :) ,,, anyway, please enjoy and feedback is always appreciated.

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Daylight poured through the blinds, and a groan of discomfort escaped your lips as your eyes blinked open. Lazily, you reached over to pick your phone up from the beside table, groaning again to see that it was only nine o’clock.

You’d stayed up until at least one in the morning watching the first two Star Wars movies with Steve, shocked that he had never seen any of the franchise in his twenty three years of living. Towards the end, you could see him growing more and more tired on the other side of the couch until he was passed out before the end of the second movie. If he hadn’t have had training early in the morning, you would’ve swatted him awake to see the end, but instead you decided to save the last twenty minutes to watch another time.

Steve didn’t say anything else about the ‘mystery guy’ you were seeing either, which you were thankful for. The guilt was setting in yet again, knowing that Steve was completely unaware that the guy you were talking about was indeed Bucky Barnes, but you pushed it away just like you always did. You would tell him eventually, you made a promise to yourself. Especially since things were really looking up with Bucky, you imagined that it couldn’t be kept a secret for much longer.

After prying yourself out of bed, you tugged on the hoodie that was slung over the back of the chair next to your dresser. Written on the back of it was the name of some random sports team, and you guessed it was one of your brother’s hoodies that you’d stolen from him when you were younger.

With a long yawn, you left your bedroom and began to plod downstairs, the sweet scent of chocolate-chip pancakes filling your nose instantly. Steve usually had training the next morning whenever you stayed over, but that didn’t stop him from making sure you had a tasty breakfast to wake up to. He’d always been a good cook, just like your mother. It was definitely a nice change from the cereal bars you usually opted for before rushing off to class or work.

The sizzling of the pancakes wasn’t the only sound coming from the kitchen, however. There was talking, and it seemed like Steve wasn’t in the kitchen alone. You paused your movement on the stairs, curiously listening in on what you could catch from the conversation.

“So, he was just outside? Not doing anything?” You heard your brother ask.

“Yeah, one of the guys said he saw him. Seemed pretty sure it was Rumlow.”

The other voice was too familiar. Christ, did that mean that Bucky was in your kitchen?

“Shit,” Steve sighed. “He shouldn’t be around here, Buck. D’you think he wants something?”

“I don’t know, but you had a deal with him. If he’s back, that must mean...”

There was a silence between the men, and your brows knitted together in confusion. What ‘deal’ were they talking about? And who was Rumlow? What did it mean if he was back?

“Look, we shouldn’t jump to conclusions. We don’t even know if it was him for sure.”

“Steve,” Bucky pressed, a seriousness to his tone that you’d never heard before. “We can’t just sit around and hope that it wasn’t him. This could be dangerous—”

The sudden heavy slam of a cup on the counter made you jump, and your brother’s voice filled with frustration soon followed. “Well, what are we supposed to do? March down to his gym and ask him what his deal is?”

Bucky exhaled calmly. “No, of course not, but—”

“But nothing, Buck,” Steve interrupted, his voice quieter than before. “Look, I’ll cross this bridge with Rumlow when we get to it. My sister will be awake soon, and she can’t hear us talking about this.”

Well shit. There was an uncomfortable feeling in your chest; this guy — Rumlow — sounded like someone that neither Steve or Bucky were very fond of. He was outside of somewhere... and one of the ‘guys’ saw him. Assuming ‘guys’ meant another boxer at the gym... oh. Were they talking about that guy? The guy that you unfortunately bumped into the day before? The one that knew Steve?

Bucky must’ve told Steve and changed the fact that it was his sister that saw the guy outside, but why didn’t he tell you who he thought the guy was? And what was so dangerous about him?

Hearing the conversation come to a close, you took that as your cue to walk down the rest of the stairs and into the kitchen, causing both men to turn their attention towards you.

“Mornin’, kid,” Steve chirped, as if he wasn’t just having a heated conversation with his friend. He placed the final pancake from the pan onto the stack he’d already prepared before dousing them with golden syrup. “You hungry?”

“I could smell the pancakes from upstairs,” You moved over towards the counter, taking a seat on a stool next to Bucky and resisting the instinct to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Hi, J-Bucky.”

Bucky suppressed a smirk. “Hey, (Y/N).” The boxer glanced at Steve, who was in the process of putting the pancake ingredients away, his back facing the two of you. His eyes returned to you, nudging his shoe against your bare calf.

“You look cute.” He mouthed, eyeing you up and down, heart swelling slightly at the hoodie that was obviously Steve’s engulfing your body.

Biting back a smile, you mouthed back a playful ‘don’t I always?’ before directing your attention to your brother, who was placing the stack of pancakes in front of you.

“I’m just gonna grab my gym stuff from upstairs, then Bucky and I are heading out, is that alright?” The blond passed you a knife and fork as you gave him a nod, before pacing out of the room, his heavy footsteps on the staircase indicating to Bucky that it was safe to move his stool a little closer to yours.

There was still a level of discomfort in your chest; you were curious to know what they’d been discussing before you came into the kitchen and why you weren’t supposed to know about it. Bucky could sense your shift in demeanour as you clutched your knife and fork tightly, cutting a slice out of one of your pancakes and quickly bringing it to your mouth.

“You okay?” The boxer asked gingerly.

Swallowing the food, you hesitated for a moment. Pretending that you hadn’t heard their previous conversation wasn’t going to do you any good. Plus, if either Steve or Bucky was in some sort of danger, you hoped that Bucky would trust you enough to tell you what’s going on.

“Who’s...” You started, pausing your eating. “Who’s Rumlow?”

The soft smile that was comfortably sat on Bucky’s lips disappeared at the question. He could try to play dumb, pretend that he didn’t know what you were talking about. You weren’t stupid, though, and he respected you enough to not lie straight to your face.

His jaw clenched slightly. His name wasn’t something he ever wanted to hear in your voice. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough to know that the guy sounds like a problem.” You continued on eating, eyeing Bucky questioningly after a few moments of his silence.

He let out a sigh, rubbing his jaw in thought. “He’s not someone you need to worry about.”

The statement made you narrow your eyes the the man. “You and Steve seemed pretty worried about him.”

“Well, you don’t need to be,” Bucky retorted, immediately regretting his too-harsh tone when he noticed a flash of hurt in your eyes. He didn’t mean it like that, fuck, of course he didn’t. But the whole situation to do with Rumlow... it wasn’t someone he wanted you involved in. “I’m sorry, babydoll. I didn’t mean—”

“No, I think I know what you meant,” You interrupted, your tone too calm for Bucky’s liking. “If you don’t wanna tell me, then don’t. But if it was the other way around and I was in danger, you wouldn’t let me leave the room until I told you what was going on.”

Bucky tightened his jaw, contemplating your words. You’re weren’t wrong; if he overheard you saying that you could be in danger, then he wouldn’t rest until he knew what was going on. He trusted that you wouldn’t tell a soul about the deal with Rumlow — what he didn’t trust was that you wouldn’t try to take matters into your own hands. Sure, you liked to wear pretty skirts, and you had all the colourful stuffed animals Bucky had won you at the carnival on display in your bedroom, and heat flooded your cheeks whenever he’d call you an endearing pet name; but that didn’t mean you couldn’t hand someone’s ass to them if you wanted to. He was just afraid that you’d underestimate how dangerous Rumlow and his clan of assholes really were.

Soon enough, your brother had returned to the kitchen and was motioning for Bucky to get going. The blond ruffled your hair as he said goodbye, much to your annoyance, before pacing out of the front door, leaving his friend around thirty seconds to begin to sort things out with you.

“What time do your classes end today?”

“Six, why?”

The boxer raised his hand, moving his thumb to the corner of your mouth to wipe away the drop of syrup there, a small grin tugging at his lips. “I’ll pick you up, alright? We can talk about everything then.”

You couldn’t help but relax into Bucky’s touch, nodding gently. “Alright, I guess. I’ll see you then.”

“Good.” He rose from his seat, grabbing his gym bag from the floor. A light kiss was pressed to your forehead before Bucky rushed out after Steve, and you were soon left alone in the house, anxious and confused.

If you’d asked Steve the same thing, he would’ve immediately shrugged you off. There wasn’t any way in hell that your brother would tell you about something that could possibly put you in danger. While you appreciated his concern, it bothered you that he didn’t think you could handle the things about life that weren’t so easy. Maybe you weren’t a six foot boxer with biceps bigger than your own head, but you were smart. That’s what you liked about Bucky; he could see that you weren’t a naive nineteen year old. After watching your mom get sicker by the day and ultimately losing her, your skin had thickened. You weren’t oblivious to the evil in the world after experiencing it first hand, and you weren’t sure that there was a lot more that could hurt you after being told that you were going to lose your mom, and that there was nothing anyone could do about it.

You hadn’t heard Steve so stressed in a long time, however. Whatever was going on with Rumlow, it had your brother’s mind whirring with worry.

You guessed you’d just have to find out later.

* * *

Steve had been on edge all day.

His muscles were more tensed, palms more sweaty, lips staying in a straight line, a smile never pulling at them.

All because of him — Rumlow.

It was only a matter of time before he worked his way back into Steve’s life, the blond knew he’d come back. It was part of their deal, after all.

The bastard wanted something. What that was, Steve wasn’t sure of, but if he could make Rumlow disappear as fast as he showed up again, Steve was going to do what he had to to make that happen.

Scorching water ran down the boxer’s body, an attempt to distract his thoughts from the man he despised so much. There was nothing he could do at that moment in time, all he could do was wait for Rumlow to make his first move.

After getting changed and towel drying his hair, Steve wrapped up his training for the day and left the building, about to make a beeline for his car, until the outline of a figure in the dark caught his eye; a figure leaning against the lamppost just opposite the gym entrance. Wisps of smoke swirled amid the fresh air from the tip of the dark figure’s cigarette, the scent alone causing the hairs on the blond’s arms to stand up.

He could recognise the smell of that shitty brand of cigarettes anywhere, and he’d only ever known one person that smoked them.

The figure noticed Steve eyeing him cautiously, and a dark chuckle escaped from their chapped lips.

“Steve fuckin’ Rogers. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

The blond was reluctant to approach him, but Steve needed to know what this guy’s deal was.

“What the hell are you doin’ here, Rumlow?” A hard look spread across Steve’s face as he neared the brunet.

After taking one final puff from his cigarette, Rumlow flicked the stick to the ground and crushed it under his dirty boot. “Now, that’s no way to treat an old friend, is it?”

“Cut the shit, man.” Steve talked lowly, voice laced in anger. “What do you want?”

“You remember our deal, don’t you?” Rumlow crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, it’s time, Rogers. And the faster we get things done, the faster I’ll get outta your hair.”

Steve considered the man’s words. He’d been waiting a long time for Rumlow to finally give him an offer. An offer that would hopefully stop him from having to see Rumlow ever again. An offer that would cut all strings with him, and allow him to live without the weight of the deal on his shoulders.

Jaw clenched and eyes narrowed, Steve darted his gaze around the area, making sure nobody else would hear their conversation, that it was only him and Rumlow.

“Alright.” The blond’s eyes turned to pierce into Rumlow’s dark ones. “Tell me what you want.”

* * *

It had barely been five minutes since your class ended, but you weren’t surprised to already see Bucky’s car parked on the sidewalk in your direct line of sight outside of the building. He always arrived early when he picked you up, never wanting to leave you waiting alone for long.

It was one of the little things about Bucky that you wholeheartedly appreciated.

Throughout the class, Natasha had noticed that something was off with you. You had been repeatedly clicking your pen in the quiet room, earning yourself a number of unhappy looks from those sitting around you. If you ever got nervous, you never usually showed it - Natasha knew well enough to know your confidence was a trait that guys tended to be attracted to. However, she’d never seen you so out of it, especially not when you were simply sitting in class.

When she asked you if everything was okay, all you could offer her was the most reassuring nod you could muster up. Natasha was normally the person you’d talk to about everything, but you knew that you couldn’t even mention the situation with your brother and Rumlow to her. If even you weren’t supposed to be apart of the secret, then you weren’t about to drag your best friend into it to.

You told her you’d call her the next morning, and by that time you’ll had hopefully made up a bullshit excuse about being ‘tired’ or ‘stressed with work’.

For now, you just needed to talk to Bucky.

Quickly approaching his car, you climbed into the passenger seat, the warm air in the vehicle easing your anxiety a little.

Natasha wasn’t the only one who’d sensed your nervous demeanour; Bucky could see it clear as day from the way you were clenching and unclenching your fists and nibbling on your bottom lip. It pained him, really. You were never meant to know about Rumlow, you just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And Bucky blames himself for that.

“I’m sorry.” He apologised suddenly, causing a furrow in your brows. Exhaling deeply, Bucky continued. “If I knew that Rumlow was making a reappearance around here, I wouldn’t have even let you-”

“Please don’t be sorry, James.” You shot him a pleading look, turning to face him as best as you could in the car seat. “It was just a shitty coincidence that I got off the bus at the same time he was stood outside of the gym. You can’t blame yourself for something you don’t have control over, so please don’t try to.”

Bucky wanted to argue with you; explain that you were at the gym for him, and that you wouldn’t have even ran into Rumlow if he didn’t invite you down to the gym once a week. But he knew you were stubborn, and that you wouldn’t back down until his ass stopped apologising.

So with a sigh, the boxer nodded and began the explanation that he’d been dreading all day, adjusting nervously in his seat.

“His full name is Brock Rumlow. Like he told you, he trains at a boxing gym across town. They compete in professional matches like every other place, our guys box against theirs from time to time.” Bucky’s eyes hesitantly meet yours. “But they’re more than just another boxing gym in New York. They’re... they’re part of a business - an illegal fighting ring. It’s nothing like boxing; it’s violent, brutal fighting where both guys barely make it out of a match alive. They have guys flown over from different gyms around the country, have them knock the shit out of each other while they egg ‘em on, and the champion... wins.”

You began nibbling harder on your bottom lip. “Wins what?”

“Well, they don’t care much about trophies and titles outside of boxing matches.” His voice wavered the smallest bit, as if even just thinking about his next words was difficult. “Stupid amounts of cash, drugs, girls, guns - it’s a dirty business, made up of some of the cruelest bastards on the planet.”

Though you hadn’t noticed it yourself, Bucky instantly recognised discomfort wash over your features. One of his hands came to rest just above your knee, his thumb grazing over the skin soothingly.

A number of thoughts and emotions had emerged inside of you as Bucky spoke; worry, sadness, rage. Trading off objects like money and drugs was one thing, but girls? Making them the prize of a fight and selling them to groups of men like they weren’t people?

The fact you’d spoken to Brock Rumlow himself for only two minutes made you uneasy. He’d had his hand on your arm; a hand that had probably inflicted great pain on others and accepted the cash for it like the sick son of a bitch he is.

“And Steve?” You hated how quiet your voice was, but it didn’t matter around Bucky. “Where does he tie into all of this?”

“I can’t tell you.”

You were about to object, but Bucky was faster than you when he intervened. “It isn’t common knowledge that that gym is full of criminals; if you know something, you’re a threat to them, and they don’t take too kindly to threats.”

The boxer moved his hand from your thigh to your own hand, interlinking it with his. His eyes locked with yours, and you weren’t sure you could pull your gaze away if you tried.

“(Y/N), I need you to understand how dangerous they are. The less you know, the safer you are. When this is all over, I’ll... I’ll talk to Steve; he should be the one to tell you everything else, his side of things.”

Bucky had seen Brock Rumlow destroy lives before. One of the boxers at his gym - Pietro Maximoff - had originally been part of Rumlow’s gym, just wanting to train and compete in matches one day like every other boxer. He eventually got sucked into the ring when the guy’s decided he was strong enough to fight in their matches. According to the man behind it all at Rumlow’s gym, Alexander Pierce, Pietro was one of the best fighters they had. So when Pietro rightfully wanted out after being subjected to bloody, agonising fights and watching as they exploited vulnerable women left and right, they weren’t planning on letting him go so easily.

They threatened him; they swore they’d find his sister and sell her off as a prize if he left. Pietro wouldn’t let them get the chance, however. He made sure his sister, Wanda, left the country and never came back. Made her change her identity and start a whole new life without him to make sure she was safe when Pietro inevitably left Rumlow’s gym.

Contacting the police was only a waste of time. He’d seen enough police officers come in and out of the gym, inspecting the place to see if they needed to launch an investigation into the ‘fighting ring’ they’d been rumoured to be running. Alexander Pierce wasn’t stupid, though. All records of contact with other gyms were erased regularly, girls were kept in private locations, illegally-won cash was laundered in places all over town...

To most of New York, they were just another boxing gym.

Luckily, they hadn’t ever found Wanda, but Pietro still had to live knowing he was an enemy to Rumlow, and that he’d probably never see his sister again for as long as she needed to be protected from him.

Bucky wasn’t going to let that happen to you. He’d help Steve hold up his end of the deal no matter what it was if it meant keeping Rumlow away.

“Can you take me home, please?” Bucky’s head snapped up at your hushed voice, your eyes no longer meeting his anymore.

He knew it must’ve been a lot to take in for you, but he didn’t want you to feel scared or unsafe; not with him. “Steve’s gonna be fine, you know.”

You scoffed quietly, your hand in his loosening. “He’s somehow involved with an illegal fighting ring that traffics guns and girls; how can you tell me that he’s gonna be fine?”

“Cause he’s Steve. He’s as tough as nails, you more than anyone know that.”

He was right, you did know that. You’d seen his strength with your own eyes more than enough times.

Only minutes had passed since the worst happened, the worst being losing one of the two people you loved most in this world. You could still hear the heart monitor slowing to a long, agonising beep. Your brother’s hands on your arms, pulling you away from the hospital bed with ease as any remaining energy you had left in your body drained out of you.

Steve had went to get you some water, while you were left to sit alone on one of the hard plastic chairs outside of the hospital room. Tears threatened to spill, to trickle freely down your cheeks. But you didn’t want to cry. You didn’t want to sit alone and sob until you couldn’t breathe - you didn’t want to be sad because your mother wouldn’t have wanted you to be.

You didn’t want her to think that you were weak.

A figure sat down in the seat next to you, the scent of a familiar cologne making it obvious who it was. The cup of water in his hand was offered out to you, and you took it shakily. The cubes of ice peaking above the water and poking your lips weren’t nearly as cold as the iciness you felt in your heart.

Uncomfortable pain rose in your chest as you repressed the release of a sob. Steve could see the discomfort in your features, and didn’t hesitate to wrap a strong arm around your shoulders as you instinctively leaned into him.

“It’s okay to cry, kid.” He spoke lowly into the hair that had fallen in front of your face, shielding your tear glazed eyes from him. You shook your head immediately in disagreement, chewing roughly on your bottom lip in attempt to stop it from quivering.

“Don’t wanna cry.” You mustered out, the sob becoming harder to hold back. “Sh-she said that I have to be strong. Can’t c-cry.”

The blond exhaled slowly, tucking your hair behind your ear, making your eyes flick up to his. A crease was evident between his brows, frown lines faint on the corners of his mouth, jaw tensed. He was hurting just as much as you, you could feel it. “Strength isn’t suppressing your emotions, (Y/N). It’s accepting them, and learning how to cope with them so that you can carry on with life. That’s what she wants, kid; for you to keep moving forward.”

Your eyes drifted up to the cream door of the hospital room, blurry silhouettes of nurses moving around through the thin slate of glass. Honestly, you had zero clue whatsoever about how you were going to keep moving forward. This was your mom, your best friend, your rock through everything. You were sure it was going to be next to impossible.

But you wanted to be strong for her, to keep moving forward for her. And for Steve, because if the two of them believed you could keep going, then perhaps you really could.

A hot tear rolled down your cheek, and you didn’t reach up to wipe it away. You let it fall until another followed, and then another, and within seconds you finally let out a choked sob.

Steve’s arm tightened around your shoulders as you buried your face into his chest, all sounds around you being drowned out as you bawled your heart out.

“S’alright, kid. Let it all out.”

You truly looked up to your brother, in that moment more than ever. He was hurting so incredibly much, yet he didn’t let it show as you sobbed into his shirt. It occurred to you then that he was strong, probably stronger than you’d ever be.

And that was okay, because if it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t have known how to be strong at all.

The ride back to your apartment was silent, but comfortable. On your part, anyway. You could sense that Bucky was worried he’d completely unnerved you by telling you about Rumlow.

So when he pulled up outside of your building, you immediately undid your seatbelt and leaned across the center console of the car, pressing your lips to his needily. Needing to reassure him that you were okay, and that you were going to be okay.

The boxer reacted after a second, eventually bringing a hand to your face and cupping it gently. The kiss wasn’t heated in any way, but it was still filled with passion. With meaning.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen,” Bucky stated hurriedly after your lips parted. “To Steve, or to you.”

“I believe you, Bucky.” Bucky. He’d noticed you only called him that in the softer moments you shared, like when you’d first mentioned your mom to him, and when you were a little shaken from meeting Rumlow. He liked that it was more than just a nickname to you, like a term of endearment. “Steve and I will be okay, we always are.”

Bucky’s hand dropped from your face as you leaned back, beginning to leave the car.

“Call me tomorrow, okay?” You spoke softly, and the boxer nodded with a lazy smile on his lips, like a teenage boy talking to his high school crush. Jesus, he was done for.

“Course.” He reluctantly watched you step out of the car, not wanting you to leave him just yet. But it was late, and he was sure you wanted time to think about everything.

Before you closed the door, you leaned down to look at Bucky through the gap. “Goodnight, James.”

The man was sure that there were stars in his eyes as he gazed at you. “Goodnight, gorgeous.”

You shook your head at the pet name, ignoring the heat rushing to your cheeks. With a shy wave, you shut the door and walked up to your apartment building.

Though those last few moments with you for the night had Bucky’s heart melting with adoration for you, he couldn’t help but still feel doubtful, nervous.

Bucky wasn’t a liar. He wasn’t lying when he said that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you or Steve.

Because if something did happen, he wouldn’t be sure how to live with himself.

* * *

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jimjamthehorrorman · 5 years ago

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Unconditional Love

This was the first time you let the big man in the mask around your dog. You were anxious because she was jumpy and you don't know how HE will react to HER.

You bought a beautiful Husky three years ago, prior to your move to Texas. You wanted a "guard dog" but you ended up with a sassy, lazy dog who steals crackers from the counter when you aren't looking. She's absolutely a sweetheart to everyone she meets in your little town, but she is afraid of masks and intimidating people. Halloween is her least favorite time of year and everyone knows because while you're handing out candy to the few kids around, there's a deep bellowing bark coming from the windows on your porch.

You met the Sawyers when you picked up a side job at their gas and barbeque shack about thirteen miles down the way. Drayton was a blessing, overly polite and insistent upon you working as little as possible.

"Y/N, you oughta head on home now and get you some rest you're looking awful weak."

"No, I'm alright! I've only got about an hour left and I wanted to lock up with you-" you felt as weak as he thinks you look. You'd been sick all day, lightheaded and spiraling. "-It's fine, I'm fine!"

Drayton looked you up and down.

"Alright. Just don't come crying to me when I catch you sleeping on the job!" He chuckled as he started taking the meat off of the hooks inside the glass case.

"Taking it home to the family?" He never talked about his family and you were curious. You could not keep yourself from asking. Everything was such a mystery, hell, you didn't even know the man who sat outside washing the cars that came for gas.

He stuttered, holding the back of his neck like a child caught in a lie. "H-Ha! I've got to feed grandpa and my brothers. They usually go hunting for their meat but no one can resist my barbeque! It's the best meat-" He smiled coyly. "-Anyhow, you need to head on home young m/w. I've got my brother coming up to pick up some firewood from behind the shack. He's a skittish fella and not real good at talkin so I don't want to embarrass him. Now head on out! Tomorrow we'll make a big jar of Sun Tea to sell and I'll save some for us. It's gonna be hot as hell out!"

He nearly shoved you out the door. It's obvious either you looked like you were DYING or he had a BIG SECRET to hide.

"Alright, I'll head out. Tell the boys I said hello!"

He smiled and shut the door behind you. You started to hop in your truck and realized your keys were still inside.

"Shit."

You tried to slide in the backdoor before Drayton saw you were there, but getting back out of the truck you felt awful dizzy and fell to the ground on the way in. You felt yourself falling in and out of consciousness and the as you finally start to lose the battle, you hear a rattling.

You lose the fight and the next thing you remember is waking to the face of a dissapointed and fuzzy Drayton helping you out of your own truck with a man with a very deformed face, but maybe it was just your eyes.

The deformed man was incredibly tall and squealed like a child as he sat you on the porch swing. He patted your face to try to fully wake you. A man with a strange mark on his face drove Drayton's truck all the way here.

"What a fall huh?! Rough fall, hard fall. You must be tired or something. He/Her/They must be dying. Looks sick, pale like Grandpa."

"Nubbins, you and Bubba help Y/N into the house. They're my best employee so you better not screw this one up! If you drop them I'll beat the tar out of you fools!"

You could tell Drayton was serious. Who knew he appreciated you that much.

Barking eminated from the house. A horrible screech. You knew that sound.

"DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!"

"What?" Drayton looked confused.

"I'll go in on my own. I'll go lay down don't worry about me. Thanks boys I really appreciate the help but you can't come in. I've got a dog that might eat you alive!" You hurriedly told them, finding your way to the door in the dark. "I'll see you tomorrow Drayton! I'll see you boys again sometime soon!"

They all stood in disbelief on the porch as you slammed the door and turned the light on so they could get to the truck safely. Your dog met you at the door and she was PISSED. Not only did you keep her from seeing guests, but you're late and she's hungry.

"Sorry -pet name-, I'll get you some food."

You poured the bag of kibble quickly and clumsily, half of it on the floor. She could tell you were off and after she ate she climbed up on the couch and laid beside you. It was a long night for you both.

---

It had been two weeks since the incident, Drayton laughs it off that he went through all the trouble to take you home and make sure you were safe. Perhaps he had invested interest in your health, perhaps he had no friends but you and the gas guy. Either way he appreciated you. A lot.

"Y/N, I'm making dinner tonight do you want to back here this evenin'? Now you don't have to come, and you don't have to feel pressured to come over but I wanted to have you over. Just remember to feed your vicious pup before you come!" He chuckled, clearly nervous.

Shit, does Drayton like you?

"Now don't you worry this isn't a romantic thing, no, my brothers and I wanted you over to be sure you're eating good. You living there alone, you ought to have you a good meal!"

He wants you to come back to the gas station for dinner? What's wrong with his house? Doesn't matter, you won't turn down homemade food. You've been living off of cheap pot pies and snack foods. Your stomach rumbles at the thought of fresh steak and vegetables.

"I'll be here! Don't you worry." As the words escape your lips he gives you a huge smile and waves you off.

You feed your pup, give her a good pet and head out the door.

The sound of sizzling comes from the kitchen, but Drayton is sitting beside you.

"Who's our chef tonight, Drayton?"

He looks at you smiling ear to ear.

"My youngest brother Bubba wanted to make sure you eat well. He felt so bad about you being sick and all that he made you something special."

The boy with the strange birthmark comes out of the back room smiling. He's so strange and erratic that it's almost comedic.

"Bubba makes good food! Normally Drayton is 'The Cook' but tonight me and Bubba made some good meat! Not quite headcheese or anything real tasty but we got some good uh.. some good steaks! Yeah steaks!"

You laugh. Drayton makes a face at him real fast thinking you didn't see. You did.

Your stomach growls, the smell from the tiny kitchen is alluring. Savory, like good meat with flavorful spices.

"Nubbins go tell your brother our guest is getting hungry! I knew I shoulda made dinner you two bafoons!"

Nubbins blows a raspberry at Drayton and runs into the kitchen, he yells at Bubba and you hear a grumble.

Nubbins returns a moment later with a bunch of full plates. Steaks, potatoes, greens, hell even a pan of brownies. As you're perusing the food, a large man in a painted mask and suit comes walking out of the kitchen, barely clearing the door frame.

He's looking you over and honestly you aren't sure if you're frightened or bashful. A tall and burly man just made you dinner and yet you sit in silence trying to make out the face behind the mask. When he sits down across from you, you can barely see facial hair poking out of the side of his mask.

You bet he's cute under there, you're practically sure of it. When he looks back at you, you smile sheepishly and start eating.

Wow, he has some beautiful eyes behind that.

"I love your mask, Bubba." You were nervous. Flirting with a literal mystery, also your boss's brother.

Bubba hid his face in his hands and made little noises. Drayton chuckled.

"You made his day Y/N, he damn well may never take that thing off!"

---

Dinner last night was great, and you shared some eye contact with a presumably handsome masked man.

Drayton picked up on this, as your face was as red as the lips on his mask. You entered work with a smile on your face, until Drayton smiled back. Your heart sank nervously. What if you lose your job? What if he hates you for it? He grabs your hand.

"I think my brother may like you. He's not a talker and he's not too keen on people, but you're different. Anyone else woulda looked at his mask and said 'oh hell what a freak' but you were very kind to him. He'd been bothering me all night and morning to ask if you'd have him over to see your dog. See we've only had pigs and chickens and cows. Poor boy has never seen a pet type'a animal."

Oh god this is moving fast. You aren't sure how that's gonna go.

"I don't know Drayton, she's not good around strangers... especially ones who have such a... strange look."

Drayton frowns. You feel sick to your stomach. Not like the night you forgot to eat and passed out, but like guilt was building up inside and about to explode.

"Okay okay... I'll try to get her to work with me. Can you bring him over this afternoon? I know we close early today so that would work,...right?" You feel yourself pulling at the edges of your shirt. You're nervous she might hurt him and then Drayton would absolutely KILL you.

"I'll bring him up and take him around to the back porch, you just have him home after dark. People don't take kindly to a giant with two faces." He smiles.

---

You are in a panic. Your dog is already stirred up, she can sense the fear and is acting up in rebuttal. You hear a knock at the back door.

Oh god it's them.

They're here.

The dog.

You put her on a leash and keep her inside, meeting the giant man outside.

"Hey Bubba! How are yo-" he lifts you into a tight hug when you close the door behind you. He is squealing and laughing in joy. He's wearing his suit and mask from the other night. The one you said you liked. "-ou! Wow you're strong big guy! The pup is inside and she's a little wild today.. I'll bring her out here. No one should see us in the side yard. Okay? Just stay right here!"

You can tell he's as nervous as you are. When he sat you down he gave you a look that said "I'm alright!" But.. You weren't so sure.

When she barked coming out the door he held his ears. You tried to quiet her down but relentlessly she barked and howled in the sight of this massive man.

He didn't know anything else to do so he began to whistle and coo at her.

She quieted down, practically crawling up to him. He held his hand out and she snapped like she was trying to bite and instead of jumping back he just cooed louder. Eventually she started to smell him, walking around him in circles.

Please don't hurt one another. That's all you want is for them to be civil.

Then it happened.

She PULLED until you couldn't hold her leash and you screamed. You closed your eyes and waited for the worst.

Once your heart had slowed to near silence, you heard chuckling and the sound of your dog panting.

"Bubba! I think she likes you!" You yelled with a shaky voice. You were still nervous but he was having a great time and so was she. He was petting her and she didn't even care he had a mask on. Hell, she even licked him! You were in the clear, and you had never felt so relieved in your life.

This big man was petting your dog and having a blast, and just watching and hearing him laugh... You were too.

Damn. He's pretty cute.

(This is my first time trying to write a fic so I apologise for it's length and content 😂😂😂)

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crystu-cii · 4 years ago

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XDD

I f e e l that pain in my soul-- my older sister uses cologne sometimes and it is sO STRONG AND WILL NOT STAY CONFINED TO HER ROOM-- AMD SOMETIMES SHED DO IT IN THE DOORWAY LIKE HELLO-- XDD

YEAH WH GET SOME SLEEP LEAVE THE STAYING UP TO US-- XDD

YES BABY JAIL, INTO THE UPSIDE DOWN LAUNDRY BASKET YOU KNIFE-WIELDING HEATHEN-- XDD oms XDD well I don't know them but I love them- YESSS THEYRE SO FLUFFY-- I'm actually curious what images pop up first imma check-- FLUFFY PUPPIES-- we've actually never owned ones that fluffy(those actually look more similar to shetland sheepdogs than the shelties we've had so far?? Very similar/similar enough where if someone doesn't know a sheltie we mention shetland sheepdogs), our current one is a purebred that we got for free(she was being given away bc her family never came back for her and the lady taking care of her couldn't afford the time to take care of a second dog long-term think) and she's got pretty short fur in comparison- still fluffy enough, but not quite so long of fur-- she's a blue merle(absolutely gorgeous fur, she's like 8 now with a lot of health problems but she's super loving still 💕💞) anyways about the fur, so long as you brush regularly you should mitigate most of that, and it mostly collects in corners- but like.. be prepared to eat and wear dog fur for the rest of your life-- (actually there's a thing called a fur zapper we bought recent that you put in with your clothes when you wash/dry them(I think it's dry but idk??) that's supposed to get a lot of hair off your clothes in that process? Also lint rollers are your best friend--) AND roombas are really helpful(we bought a knockoff one and rarely have to sweep ever so 👀) XDD WHEEZE I can't even imagine what you did-- but like you could ask for a budgie/parakeet /hj I mean, they aren't very expensive (actually they're pretty cheap) but they're very loud, need a lot of attention(especially if you want them to bond to you!) and you need to research into them a lot to make sure you're doing things right-- loads of vids online!! Loads of websites too!!! I'd know I have one- JUST A WARNING, FEATHERS AND SEED HULLS GET ALL OVER YOUR FLOOR XD p l u s like you have a friend who knows stuff about birbs :3 anyways ENOUGH RAMBLING FROM ME WOW THAT GOT LONG--

💕💕 I feel that XD OMS-- I WISH-- WHAT A D R E A M - s n a k - Awww but what a mood XD

XDDD oms YES-- EXACTLY-- XDDDD another good thing you should try eventually is SWEET POTATO CASSEROLE WHICH IS APPARENTLY DELICIOUS??? I TRIED IT FOR THE FIRST TIME(AT LEAST IN A WHILE) TODAY AND IT WAS SO FUCKIN TASTY????

H E A THEN-- XDD how cool of them to try tho :3 whEEZE Y 'A LL-- XDD

WHEEZE I SUCK WITH INSTRUMENTS SOOOO-- DAMN THA'S SOME BAD LUCK MY DUDE-- MAYBE YOU'RE CURSED DAMN-- oms wOWW--

Yesss-- ooh I've never played 👀 seen some stuff but never played-- (see: my computer sucks XD) I h a v e played Portal 1 and it is SO GOOD and SO SHORT and I WISH I HAD GOTTEN PORTAL 2 INSTEAD BUT THATS OKAY CRIES-- YESSSS THE SONGS SLAP--- ALSO THERE ARE ACTUALLY TWO WHOLE MORE CANON(PROBABLY KINDA MAYBE NOT?? IDK) SONGS, ONE FROM A LEG DIMENSIONS GAME("You Wouldn't Know") AND ONE THAT WAS CUT FROM PORT TWO("Don't Say Goodbye"(Harry101UK made an edit to make it Glados' voice!!)) THERE ARE ALSO A BUNCH OF GOOD FAN SONGS SO YEAH-- ALSO NOT TO BE A SIMP BUT GLADOS' VOICE? PERFECTION. I LOVE HER. ALSO I COULD LITERALLY DETAIL THE PORTAL LORE I AM INCREDIBLY EMOTIONALLY INVESTED IN THIS GAME-- ALSO THERES A CLIP THAT SOMEONE MADE USING A (VERY GOOD) GLADOS TTS TO HAVE GLADOS SAY TRANS RIGHTS AND ENBY RIGHTS AND IF I FIND IT AGAIN ILL SEND IT TO YOU-- YOU COULD PROBABLY FIND IT IF YOU LOOM UP GLADOS SAYS TRANS RIGHTS? IT HAS A VIDEO WITH TRANS FLAG COMPANION CUBES ACCOMPANYING IT-- ALSO YES THE PORT MODS(/ADD-ONS? MAYBE? THEY'RE COMMUNITY MADE I THINK BUT IDK ALL I KNOW IS THAT THEYRE COOL AF--) (also I apologize for all the screaming? XD it's like, four am and I was talking about portal so.. whoops?)

Right like wth???? I???? Okay but like December to February babies just fuckin DONT EXIST IN THIS GEN OR SOMETHIN-- CAUSE I FIND N O N E -- Maybe there are more December babies but there are definitely like NO January to February babies it is So Weird--

NEJFQOBGKW WOWW d an g like-p l e a se s t op over sp r aying-- xD and LEGITTTT LIKE- THAT WAS M Y ROLE TO STAY UP LATE- XDD

WHEHEHEZE- LAUNDRY BASKET TIME- G E T I N XDD anD YESS- any doggo is just such a cute doggo 😭💞💞 but for me- fLUFFY ONES ARE WHERE ITS A T- and ohhhh i see- FOR FREE?? W H A T A S T E A L XDD but awwww the poor doggg at least she's with you now ! ;0;; 💞💞😭 aaw such a lovable puppup 😭😭💞 and oHHH i see :00 but oh no- xD i also have a friend that has two dogs and whenever he would give me gifts- there would be dog hair on them no matter what- XDD and ooOhhh those sound really helpful! omg- i swear i dont have to have a pet for the need of a roomba- i already shed so much hair myself its so crazy-- xDD and oH MAN loud animals are really gon get my mom fired up- and OO birds just look so cuteee i always fantasize of having one- but then again- with the noise and all xD the more i think about it i dont think we are prepared to have a pet at all xD but i still dream of at least having one pet in my lifetime!

and OO that sounds awesome!! i have no clue if i even tried casserole before- man- sometimes i just eat food without even knowing wth it is XDDD but THAT SOUNDS so gooodddd :O

and LEGITT LIKE- TF IS HAPPENING WITH MY SCHOOL LIFE- XDD and oh my god- IT GETS WORSE- that year there was a FREAKINGG FIREEEEEEE- it wasnt that dangerous thank god- but it had to get a whole ass room renovated because of it- and guess what room it was- THE ORCHESTRA ROOM- AND GUESS WHAT M A D E I T W OR SE- that year- it was the first time the school replaced those 10+ year old instruments with new ones- NOW THEYRE B U R N T- and mind you that the school's budget isnt so- gr e a t- like oh my god i am still so bewildered over HOW MUCH chaos HAPPENED that year- and i thought that year was gon be the year- yknow? like UGH

and OHH MANN playing portal sounds awesome! but i just dont think the game would be worth my money cause i know the plot- and even with the mods and all my brain would be broken as i would possibly have no clue what to do- xDDD

and HOOOO MANNN game fan songs are just so AWESOMEEE- and those sound pretty cool! :OO and HOLY SHIT FUCK YEAH- GLADOS SAYS TRANS AND ENBY RIGHTS Y A LL- now im gonna look that up and let my ears be blessed by such words- XDDD and DONT WORRY BOUT SCREAMING ALOT- i scream a whole dam lot too XDD

and LEGITTT- finding someone's b-day in january and feb is so rare all of a sudden like wh a t - XDD

#the rambles of crystu #even tho we are legit friends on discord- ima still answer these XDDD

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years ago

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First off, how are you feeling today? Just in my moody mood like I am off and on everyday.

How’s the weather? Cold.

Do you own any fingerless gloves? Nope.

What is your opinion on lederhosen? Not my thing.

Last time you went out to eat, where did you go? My brother and I had lunch at this local burger place in the mall after doing some Christmas shopping yesterday.

^ What did you order? ..was it tasty? Chicken tenders with beer battered garlic fries. It was really good. The fries were bomb.

Do you write things down that you find funny so you don’t forget? No, but I save or screen shot funny stuff online.

Tell me about the last animal you touched. That’s my adorable doggo, Princess Leia. She’s a German Shepherd/Lab mix.

Have you ever witnessed a birth? Only when we watched The Miracle of Birth in middle school. :X Gahhhhh.

Can you see your reflection from where you are sitting? If I looked at my phone.

Quick! Sniff the air. What can you smell? My bowel of Ramen next to me.

What color are the walls in the room you are in? White.

Have you ever been in a restroom that actually had a restroom attendant? No.

^^ Isn’t that awkward? I don’t want anyone listening..! Hah. I think it would be super awkward. Having to use a public restroom isn’t pleasant as it is.

What do you hear right now? The Voice.

When you say I’m fine, are you actually fine, or just saying that? Mostly I’m just saying it. I’m rarely fine but I’d rather people didn’t know it. <<< Same. And it’s just a simpler response. I don’t want to really get into it and I’m sure they don’t really want to hear it.

Do you have a secret that you’ve been hiding for many years? Maybe.

Have you ever known something that no one knew you knew? Yeah.

^^ How do you deal with that situation? I just keep it to myself. It can be hard to do that; though, depending on what it is. Sometimes I’m dying to tell someone or for a certain person to know I know.

Does it bug you when people crunch on ice? Y E S. It’s one of my major pet peeves. The sound of ice hitting the glass/cup/whatever when you tilt it back to get the ice, the sound of slurping/sucking on the ice, and the chewing of the ice. I die.

What was the last photo you took of? This adorable chocolate lab wallflower Christmas decor we got from Bath & Body Works. It reminded us of our dog, Brandie, who passed away the day after Christmas in 2016.

What do you look for in a mate? Physically and personality-wise. Someone patient, understanding, caring, and kind.

When you hear someone tell a story or joke wrong, does it really annoy you? I guess it would depend on the story.

Your thoughts on bacon? Not a fan.

Why is it when something is hard, it’s compared to brain surgery or rocket science? Because brain surgery and rocket science are hard. <<<

What are your thoughts on little kids with cell phones? It’s just crazy cause I didn’t have a cell phone until I was like 16. I’m like why the hell does a child need a cell phone? Well, a smart phone anyway. If it was just one like those Cricket phones or something I could see the benefit in that. I don’t think they need iPhones/Androids.

^^ Ever seen a elementary-school kid with a nicer phone than yours? D: No.

Out of the 7 deadly sins, which are you most guilty of? Sloth. <<< Same. And envy.

Speaking of guilt, are you feeling guilty about anything right now? What? I feel guilty about a lot of things.

What was the last lie you told? *shrug*

Is there anyone in particular you always try to tune out? No one I personally know.

Use this space to tell someone off: Nah.

What kind of steak does Chuck Norris order? The answer is probably something like he eats the whole cow or something.

Do you work out? Nope.

What was the last thing you ate with a spoon? My breakfast microwave meal.

Describe the last cup you drank from. It’s a glass with Disney characters and facts on it.

What is a food that you always are in the mood to eat? I have a bowl of Ramen every night.

Do you like sausage? (The food, you creep.) No.

Ever held a newborn animal? No.

Is there anything you’re in denial about? What? I don’t think so.

Use this space to confess something: Nah.

Fill in the blanks. I wish ____ would ____. I wish my health would improve.

Who was the last person you shared an inside joke with? My brother.

Do you ever go to wholesale clubs around dinner time to get free samples? No.

Have you ever been to a Chinatown? Yes.

Do you like Ritz Bits? If so, cheese or peanutbutter? Both are good.

Do you prefer chunky or creamy peanut butter? Creamy.

How do you like your eggs? Scrambled, sunny-side up, hard boiled, deviled, and an egg sandwich.

If a tree falls and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? Yes and no.

Of course it does. Physics still apply whether anyone is there or not. There’s a philosophical answer to this, though. I remember discussing it in a philosophy class years ago, but I forget exactly what was said. Something about observation and perception. Basically, if there’s no one around to perceive the vibrations then there’s no sound.

Do you stop to pick up heads-up pennies? Sometimes. Not heads-up pennies specifically, just a penny in general.

Do you make a wish when you blow out your birthday candles? I used to.

^ If you tell anyone, does that automatically void the wish? I used to think that as a kid.

Have you ever been to Boston? Nope.

^^ If so, what’s your favorite neighborhood/part of the city?

Describe your hair at the moment. It’s in a messy pony tail and in serious need of a dye job and trim.

Do you ever randomly remember something you were trying to think of then blurt it out in the middle of a different conversation? Yep, quite often.

^^ Don’t you get super excited when you figure it out? I do. [x It’s so frustrating when I can’t remember, so yeah it’s satisfying if I finally do.

Do your pets have collars? Describe them: It’s a cute red one with a little scarf hanging off it.

Tell me about the last person that made you laugh. He’s my brother.

Why do girls go tanning when it just makes them look orange? It’s not just girls, but yeah I don’t know. I don’t like the look, personally.

What color are the appliances in your kitchen? They’re not all the same color.

What is your most prized possession? Does Finn count? I technically “own” him. <<< If we’re counting doggos, then my dog is definitely mine.

What is the last thing you searched for online? Chuck Norris lol.

Do you use any scented lotions? What do they smell like? I don’t have one currently, but yeah. I get different ones from Bath & Body Works.

Do you have any friends that speak any languages you don’t understand? I don’t have any friends.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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ahhvernin · 7 years ago

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“Forbidden” food, Nationality and dash of racism.

I just “love” people who on the internet spout “That’s racist! That’s racist! Omg you’re being racist! Human rights! Treat people with equality! ” But in the next breath they make a joke about Chinese people and Dogs. Fuck you. Chinese people adore and care for their dogs as much as you. There are Chinese protests and activists who are fighting to get it on the banned meat list. Maybe you forgot that 2018 is the year of DOG? Dog people are one of the luckiest signs.

But that’s not the fucking point. In the past, people ate whatever was available. Just Google what Europeans and Americans ate during their famines and Great Depression. Let me remind you that there are cultures of the world who cringe from the fact of the amount of COW and PORK westerners eat. Remember how in some cultures COWS are sacred? And some places once ate horse? Some places eat pickled fertilized duck eggs, some places eat blood, some eat scorpion.

Just because something is furry and cute doesn’t instantaneously take it off the menu if you’re starving. That doesn’t stop other apex predators. Heck, I think chickens are SUPER cute and can be great pets, but they’re always on sale at market and are so damn tasty roasted.

Long story short, certain foods have a certain history and value to them. Food is history and culture, but does not equate to kept tradition. Just because something was once eaten, doesn’t mean we still eat it today. Cuisine fazes in and out. People’s needs faze in and out. More tasty or economic or easier food became available. Most people don’t eat dog or horse anymore. Fancy that! BTW. Did you know that horse meat was legal in the USA until 2006 when it was banned? YUP.

Just remember.

Humans are a notorious species that loves to ask, “Can you eat it?” And if they didn’t die, and it was tolerable, they kept eating it or tried to find a way to make it more edible. Just look where the tomato came from. NIGHTSHADE. That shit can kill ya. Pufferfish? Jellyfish? Rattlesnake? Croc? Peacock? HIPPO. Yeah Hippo was once and still on the menu, for some people. And if you don’t think these animals are “cute” enough not to be eaten...

Here’s muther fucking Gordan Ramsey exploring disappearing traditional local food, hunting and cooking PUFFIN. Yeah, that cute little penguin, toucan, pigeon bird.

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Food is food, food is human history, every culture has that ‘forbidden’ food. But the issue is not what they ate or are still eating. The greater problem, is most people don’t even know where their food comes from. I have met so many kids who can’t look at a chicken or a cow and make the connection that that’s where their chicken nuggets or burgers come from. People in the past had very intimate relationship with their food. They raised the animals or hunted the animals with great pride, respect and need- some creating whole folklore and legends about them. I find it more of an insult to the animal and the culture, to not know where your food comes from, or not know there is a WHOLE world of untouched or forgotten food, just because some people deemed it “distasteful”.

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pegasusdragontiger · 7 years ago

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Cat’s are Evil!

Walking out of the lift and into the communal kitchen which everyone shared in the Tower, or as Tony would say his tower which he built for him (On Pepper hearing this said “really you told me last night in bed that you built it for me all 100% of it??) Tony gulping and running after Pepper saying “Huney, sweety, sugar bun, my Pepper, my killer hot Pep, it is!!”. Which Pepper went on to say that it was built for her and the Avengers out of the goodness of Tony’s heart. Walking closer to the kitchen hearing heavy music coming through the speakers loud, but the beat and the lyrics found a connection to him, they spoke to him like no other song had since he woke up from the ice.

Bucky got into the dinning room and could smell not just Garlic bread but bacon and sniffing again was that Lasagna? Mouth watering and tummy grumbling in anticipation bolted into the kitchen to see his super secrete crush, his light to his darkness, his Leia to his Han, his Arwen to his Aragorn. Seeing in wonderment and not noticing his glazing eyes.Even the other half of him the Winter Soldier part kept nudging him, poking him demanding he walk up to Darcy and confess all to her right then and there! Seeing Darcy dancing and seeing to the lyrics of the song while cooking, on the island bench where 7 Lasagna’s and 6 garlic breads. Darcy turning around with another lasagna in her hands fresh from the oven, jumped and squealed in shock. Quickly putting the new dish on the island bench with the others placing her hands to her chest and taking deep breathes slowly calming down and asking Jarvis to turn off the music. The Winter Soldier in his brain pushed forth and demanded he ask her out, or marry him and have his little winter soldier children. James scoffing and rolling his inner eyes opened his mouth and asked “ Who’s the song and band?”.

Darcy gazing at James in a daze and shock at seeing him there, well she knew he was quite, quieter than a mouse but still seeing his face, standing in front of her so tall and ruggedly homo handsomeness, That gorgeous sexy arm of death in it’s silver glory. Stop it Darcy he is a person not a thing, but what a thing he is the hair, the eyes, that mouth that was just sinful. No. no Darcy do not go down that road of drooling, dreamy times of the things they both could and would do. Shaking her head to shake out all those sexy dreamy thoughts “Uh, what song?” Bucky letting his trade mark smirk that never failed to hook the ladies back in the day (as Steve would say pantie dropping smirk) “They song that was just playing doll?”.

“Oh that!, Just a Linkin Park song my favourite band, their lead singer died today, So I was getting Jarvis to play non stop Linkin park songs. That one is called Burn it down.” Bucky still with glazed eyes looking straight at Darcy said “I loved it would you be able to send the song to me?”. “Um what!? uh yeah sure that and all their albums think you’d like them, Jarvis would you be able to?” “Of Course Miss Lewis, do you also want me to notify everyone lunch is ready?” “Yes please J-man! if you wouldn’t mind?” “It is no problem”. Bucky asking if she wanted help setting the table and as she told him yes. In setting the table with plates, knives and forks, glasses and drinks on the table. Looking up to check his work a Pair of glowing green cat eyes glare across the table at him, registering the eyes and taking in the grey/blue coat of the Russian blue cat and realising that it was Darcy’s cat Styxx. “Um Darcy why is your cat glaring at me?”.

Darcy turning from what she was doing looked at where Bucky/James/Sxy Assassin was and looking across from him and seeing her baby laughed and turned back to what she was doing saying “He isn’t glaring at you he likes you” With her saying this Both man and cat were in a stare off of the decade!! Winter soldier making it known to him there was no way this beast/pet of his future wife/lover of his future children will scare him off, both still silently glaring at each other eyes narrowing/ assessing each other. doing some super secrete challenge of who would win/loose the staring contest, some would say it didn’t count as it was between man and animal. Winter as James/Bucky would call him would scoff Man, Animal, Mammal it all counted, although he has never encounted an alien so that would be the only one that would not count in this contest. Not realising that some time had passed and the rest of the Avengers were making there way into the room all stopped in shock as they took note of the Winter Soldier/ James Bucky Barnes was frozen on the spot glaring narrow eyes at a cat who was also glaring narrow eyes back. Both not moving, blinking or twitching. It was a thing to be hold.

Clint and Tony in sync quietly ask Jarvis to record this silent battle between Man and Cat. Jarvis letting both know that he was. Focusing back on the battle at hand, Winter didn’t want to give in “I am the most deadly being in this building no man/ animal will ever defeat me, made his glare even more deadly and squinty at said cat. Both failed to notice the audience of Avengers nor did he notice his one and only future wife of said children placing the food on the table looking up She let out a sigh in frustration looking from her cat to Bucky. “See I told you he likes you, he only goes into stare mode when he meet’s his new servants!”.

Now noticing and hearing her voice. did not move him from his stance scoffing and not realising he said this out loud said to Styxx “ I’m no servant, nor will I bow to you. Nor will I loose”. The cat still not moving but glaring in anger or what appeared to be anger at this man he figured was deadly but, no that wasn’t why he was glaring finaly at what seemed as hrs but was only 4 minutes long, Yawned unblinkingly at Bucky and let out a yowl/meow and another. “Oh he must be hungry?”

“Doll I don’t think it’s hungry? I think it wants to murder/kill us all right now so he can rule he world!!”. “Nonsense he’s cat they don’t dream of taking over the world or world domination!”. “No!, yeah this one does!”, Sighing and a tinkle of food in a bowl was the next reply before the cat being bored by this stupid game moved on eyes blinking, took off like a shot for his food. Bucky/ Winter let out a cheer for victory!! Winter saying in pleased and honest way said to him “Of course we one, we are the best deadliest assassin and staring person ever we always ““Always”“ win!!. Darcy coming back into the room with freshly washed hands said to all lunch is ready. Everyone moved at once to take there seats, digging into the food and drink, Steve leaning over and whispering for Bucky’s ears alone said “when are you going to make a move, you don’t meet a woman like her every day? nor her cat?” Grunting in annoyance at his bff and concentrating more on the yummy food failed to notice his new enemy at his feet, until the claws pierced his black combat pants and the claws digging into his legs. Not letting any sound out from his mouth glanced down at his foe glaring at the cat in a no! Do that again and I will smite you, Styxx not caring but still glaring at this puny human let out a moew and started to rub on this legs and feet, then tumbled onto the floor and played attack to his shoes. Rolling his eyes went back to his food but as his fork made it’s way to his mouth.

The cat did something he wasn’t aware of jumping onto his lap and paw knocking his hand with the food away and pounced onto his fork and food with gusto! In slow mo letting out a “NO, NOT MY FOOD!!” Cat eating his food, licking his paws and lips from the tasty food looked up at said puny human in a look of revenge and raising it’s eyebrow as if to say I win human! Everyone stopped eating to look at Bucky. In shock “Styxx ate my food!!” “Styxx no bad cat!”. Styxx not caring simply closed his eyes and continued to clean is paws and claws non-caring once finished slowly walked away in his kingly way. Sitting back down after getting another fork said to Darcy “We are going to have a discussion about your cat? especially once we have kids?” Everyone again in shock at the dinning table looked at Darcy, wondering if they missed anything important, like them dating/ are they in a relationship, omg did he propose??? Darcy gaping like a fish and moving her mouth but no sound coming out at all. Leaning over and his pointer touching her jaw to close her mouth winked at her and said “don’t worry I am sure Styxx and I and come up with some sort of arrangement, besides I am very good with cats? Oh and are you free tomorrow night I would like to take you out! You know dancing and romancing you? If that’s alright with you?” All Darcy could say was “Take me, I’m yours! realising what she said with glazed eyes said yes! yes I’m free!” Sam, Rhodey, Tony and Clint all groaned in frustration, Steve, Nat, Jane and Thor and Bruce looked on with beaming smiles and grins as wide as the Cheshire Cat, looked at the men and said Pay up we one the bet!

And that my friend/s is how cat’s are evil, evil little shits, but are cute as buttons, that can and will rule the world!

@bolontiku @always-an-evans-addict @magellan-88 @senselesssamii @littleplebe @this-kitty-has-claws @mee2themoo @mcgregorswench

also RIP CHESTER BENNINGTON (If you need help or someone to talk to Australia call LIFELINE) Not sure the US helpline is?

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metropoworld · 7 years ago

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The Fierce Code

a M E T R O P O short story by Magnus Aspli

Lance stood in his cramped apartment, a sigh building up from his lungs, the beeps of a hung up telecall in his earpiece, and the sound of cursing in his brain. He wondered for a millisecond if thoughts ever had been recorded into soundwaves and concluded he’d never heard of that and shifted gears back to his main concern.

Trevor was in trouble again.

Twins were supposed to know, to feel, when there was something odd, or wrong, with the other. Lance was pretty sure he’d read that on some clickbaiter.

Wreckshit.

Lance hadn’t felt a thing. He’d been perfectly content eating synthetic beef jerky, watching his baby daughter sleep and scratching Spiffy behind his left ear. The right ear was no good, ever since the fur had begun to come off. Lance knew there would be a lot of minor maintenance needed on Spiffy the day he bought him, but he’d been cheap and looked real cute. The fact Mirra didn’t approve of getting a dog, a faux pet as she always—annoyingly—made sure to point out, had closed the deal for Lance.

All the annoying bits and bobs about Mirra that gnawed at him had seemed petty when she succumbed to prenatal depression, refused the cheaper Medica Invest Anti-Depression Drug Plan™ and opted for virtual reality therapy. Eventually she was mindlost, on mythic beaches, in warm sea wind and with soothing bird chirps. Lance had stopped repeating her belittling fancy words against her then, at least out loud. As the technicians concluded, she’d been too immersed and pulling her out would lead to suicidal depression at best and brain damage at worst. In the murky parts of his mind Lance wondered if Mirra had gotten a better deal than him.

Mirra gave birth in the tiny VR cubicle. Peeling paint on cheap plastic walls. A basic Medbot assisting an unlicensed nurse with a VR technician making sure the systems were stable. Mirra’s body shaking in pain and exhaustion. Her mind blissful at some long gone Asian beach. The techie, who was binging a historical documentary about nations at the same time as having one eye on the systems, had assured Lance, who had been forced to wait in the crowded narrow hallway between cubicles, that everything would be all right.

A little girl had tried to sell him plastic roses while he was stacking some trash to stand on so he could peer over the cubicle wall.

Spiffy had sat beside Lance, wagging his tail throughout the whole ordeal. He’d barked and yipped as the cubicle door opened. A baby girl was handed to Lance as his earpiece had chimed with the medical invoice dropping at the same time. Mirra’s insurance would not cover the delivery as it was already running on her VR therapy and Lance knew this, but he didn’t care. The baby girl he held in his arms as Spiffy tugged at his shoe had stolen his heart.

“Idiot.” Lance said into the room, wishing Trevor would hear it and hang his head in shame. Then the deep sigh erupted.

Trevor had probably had a worse life than his brother, but Lance was forever jealous of the victories in his life. Stupid and short-lived victories, yes, but crime doled out short bursts of quick cash, thrills and what Lance assumed was happiness. Trevor had never been good at stepping away when on top of a situation, though. Hence the short-lived victories. Because Lance couldn’t help but feel jealous when his brother showed up with more credits than Lance had ever had, he reveled in schadenfreude when the tide turned against Trevor.

Yet, he loved his brother, and this call had sounded high on the not-good scale.

“Idiot,” he proclaimed again.

Spiffy looked up at him with the tilted head of an inquisitive terrier. In the beginning Lance had been quite impressed with all the neat behavioral algorithms Spiffy performed, despite not really knowing much how real dogs behaved. He’d seen a few, up in the higher levels. Stared after them with deep curiosity, as most low-levelers would do. But never touched one. Never felt real fur between his fingers. Those who could afford real dogs could also afford bodyguards and security personnel. Touching a dog without permission was something you wouldn’t do unless you enjoyed being arrested, or had a kink for getting shot. Trevor had seen it happen when he was fleetingly part of an animal kidnapping gang.

Lance paced the apartment once, twice and one last time trying to make up his mind. Should he head out quickly and rescue Trevor, or let him sort out his own shit? He knelt by Hannah and the makeshift table-turned-crib. Five months to the day. Her face of sleep the calmest thing Lance had ever known and would know.

He thought of bringing her along, bundled up and sleeping in the brown blankets, safe in his arms as he biked down to level C and into the Restless quadrant, but quickly thought better of it. If she woke…

It was called Quad Restless for a reason.

A sudden ounce of sadness, as if something intangible dropped from his throat and into his lower gut, hit him. If only he had money for proper stuff. He’d seen the baby stores with their monitored cribs. Even to lease, they were way above his budget. As his brain’s train of thought ended on the concept of budget the sadness stuck and lingered.

Hannah’s calm face was both a trigger and an antidote to such feelings. Lance ran the back of his index finger with utmost care and love up and down Hannah’s warm cheek. Spiffy was on two legs next to Lance’s knee, his paws on the mattress edge, his face a panting plethora of happiness and curiosity. Lance smiled at his best friend and scratched his head.

A bit of fur came off and Lance shook and blew his hand to let it drop to the floor. Buddy, the little vacuumbot he’d found in a dumpster several years ago was extra handy now that Spiffy was shedding hair like an actual animal. There were quite a few promises from the company who sold him the dog that Lance eventually had to accept were pure wreckshit. Yet, ironically and comfortingly, this made Spiffy more real.

Lance went over to his bed and lifted the mattress to get to the storage space beneath. Boxes of clothes, drone parts and junk. He rummaged around in the latter and, after a few sighs and curses, found his old social device. The Taco10, which was practically useless after last year’s system upgrade by TeleCine. Its dull grey frame light in his hand.

He had a plan. A pretty uncertain one, but a plan nonetheless.

The hallway outside his apartment was particularly cold this evening. As happened more and more often since the scraper had been sold to another estate firm, the ventilation fell out now and then and clearly needed a solid overhaul and repair. A job Lance himself had tried to be part of and had pitched the janitor several times. Every time the janitor had shaken his ugly face and sputtered words about cost and money.

Lance knelt by the door to give Spiffy a quick goodbye rub.

“I’ll be back in a little while, buddy. You be quiet and watch the place, okay? Keep Hannah company, but no barking.”

The vacuumbot came whirring.

“Not you,” Lance rolled his eyes. “Back to your dock, Buddy,” he commanded in a low and clear voice. He’d tried plenty of times since getting Spiffy to change the vacuumbot’s call name, to no avail.

He stood.

Spiffy turned a few times and headed back into the apartment, sat down in the middle, eyeing Lance, then the crib, then Lance again and wagged its tail.

The door slid shut and Lance pulled his coat on properly. The soft clang of his boots on the metal grating of the hallway filled the long but narrow space as he made his way outside.

Moist air and drizzle greeted his face, soft and pleasant in contrast to the blare of the city. The next-door sushi and comdevice joint had changed the colour of their sign again. Yesterday people’s faces and the bots’ surfaces had been bathed in violet. Today they were neon yellow. He pulled on his biker cap.

Lance joined in on the moving stream of people and machines on the walkway. Sliding in behind a Red Blood priest and his two zealots, cutting in front of a gorgeous android prost with her this is an android sign matching her red metallic lips.

The queue to the garage reel was—luckily—short and consisted of two people. They were also getting their dronebikes out. Lance was on his a minute later and hovered carefully out into the wide traffic airlane between his scraper and the one opposite. As much as his body wanted to spur his bike into the lane and shoot off towards the intersection that would allow him down to the lower level, his brain had noticed the SecForce traffic drone that hung silently above. He could not afford a chase or a fine tonight. Or any night these days.

As he flew towards the Happy High Five intersection Lance tapped his biker cap and its holodisplay came on. Speed, distance, altitude… the works. All the metrics of traffic life shone in bright green in front of his head. Most important to him was the TigerTooth icon that blinked, then became solid and made him smile. He’d connected his cap through his Taco11 to his old device, which rested on a shelf next to Hannah’s makeshift crib. Any sound she made, he’d hear, thanks to the long range of the TigerTooth link. Although it made both his shoulders and his anxiety chillax some, a vague murmuring in the back of his occipital lobe told him he had forgotten something.

Lance waved all the way through the Happy High Five intersection. Waved off all the synth-food drones, that is, with their promises of tasty lab grown snacks and beverages, all approaching with beaming smileys and jingles played with light, happy notes. He found the downward airlane as fast as dronebike-and-humanly possible, and down he went. The butterflies in his stomach the opposite of restless as he and a hundred other vehicles plummeted down. Down to the next level fifty meters below, then the next, fifty more meters. Slotting in perfectly in the speedlane, Lance kicked his bike to top speed and raced towards the quad five quadrants ahead, Quad Restless. Limos, autotaxis and SecForce drones and pursuit vehicles occupied the lane with him.

He passed the C-Level Transhuman Hospital, where, in his darkest moments as newborn Hannah cried and cried, he had contemplated bringing her. Delivering her. The hospital becomes a blur of neon strips in the corner of his eye, like the memory.

As Lance rushed past SmartClothing shops, a temple and a gang of kids having a drone fight, the holonumbers told him he was just two kilometers from Quad Restless and the estimated time on arrival to Trevor’s location was four minutes.

Lance eased his dronebike into a temporary parking space on a wall scaffolding just outside the Court, the hub of Quad Restless. The people streaming like cells in arteries on the walkways to and fro the Court seemed unending. The throb of every imaginable music pounded through Lance’s body as he slipped into the stream and was washed into the boiling pot that was the place to be in Sector 3.

The Court, a plaza that opened up into once-old grand architecture stretching skyhigh was now a patchwork of artistic expression, light and sound pollution, all clamouring for attention from every nook and cranny. Lance waved his way through dancers, spectators, buyers and sellers. Humans and machines. The club Trevor claimed to be in was opposite the plaza and Lance could see its entrance through the splashes of colour and strobing flashes of light and the occasional naked body part.

Every now and then, Lance thought he heard Hannah in his earpiece and had to stop, but it was just the plethora of sounds from the Court, and his mind, tricking him. He forced himself not to worry, but that vague murmuring he’d felt earlier had only grown.

In line for the club Lance tried his best to avoid social interaction. He noticed several others with masks and holodistorters. Displaying your identity was, for some, a weak spot. Restless was known to be a haven for synthetic euphoria and crime, from the casual pickpocket-y kind to the rumoured (but not debunked) subcity slave trade. When you house and entertain a scourge of thrillseekers and illicit money makers, crime comes with it like some incurable STD. SecForce rarely came down to Restless and if they did it was usually in droves. When he was younger and a frequent visitor to Restless and its Court, social media was buzzing with news—fake, illicit and real—that SecForce were in unending lawsuits with another security firm about the territory in this quad. Babylon Security wanted their piece of the pie. Likely a huge factor why they, even up until this day, rarely bothered to poke their taser stick in this teeming beehive.

Finally inside, only having had to engage in two awkward conversations about proposed sexual activity in the queue, Lance found the third balcony. Up there he could see the small club in all its splendour. A thousand high and sweating bodies, some moving like fluid, some like a crashed drone bouncing through oncoming traffic.

Trevor sat in the corner. Short chameleon trousers and a deep-black hoodie. His hood was pulled down casting his face in shadow. Lance knew it was him from the tough-guy posture, and the unnaturally defined calves. One of Trevor’s slightly failed shortcuts when chasing the perfect body. Before Lance stepped over his mind rummaged around the question of the perfect body. Who knew what that was these days?

After having smiled with genuine relief of seeing Lance and having clumsily hid his handgun, after telling Lance it was mighty great of him to come down—keeping his voice so low it croaked—and after explaining his predicament that a cage fighting club that allowed biomechanically enhancement had refused to turn the other cheek after discovering the miracle protein supplement Trevor had supplied them with was a hoax at best and a health danger at worst, Trevor put his hand on his brother’s shoulder and led him towards an exit.

“So how are you and Sarah doing?”

Lance wasn’t surprised.

“Her name is Hannah.”

“Shit, I knew that.”

Trevor tried to keep the conversation going, but just as he was about to say something he spotted a threat near the exit.

“What is it?”

“It’s them.”

Two women with glowing tank tops, bodies built to maximum muscular power, peered out over the crowd.

“I don’t think they’ve seen us,” Trevor whispered, but he was wrong.

The two bulging pieces of human flesh elbowed their way toward Lance and Trevor. Curses and shouts.

“Wrong.” Lance pointed out.

Trevor pulled him in the other direction, but against the river of people and sexbots exiting, their progress was slow. Too slow. The women closed in and before they managed to slip out of the stream both Lance and Trevor were picked up like ragdolls. Strong fingers tight around their necks and balls. They cried out but with each yelp the grip on their crotch increased and so did the pain.

“Put me down, I don’t know him!” In Lance’s head they were words, but when they escaped his mouth they were like some fading corrupted audio signal.

Carrying them over their heads, the two ladies of ill-intent walked through the exit. Outside, the exo-skelled bouncers paid them no heed. The pain blotched out Lance’s vision. When it suddenly let go he was airborne. He and Trevor flew down the stairs of a side alley. The pain returned in staccato jolts as they crash landed and tumbled down the steel-grated steps. They came to a halt in a heap at the bottom. Whatever human activity was going on down in the alley it quickly scurried off.

“Think I broke a finger!” Lance moaned as he tried to find his bearing, but already the two superior antagonists were descending the stairs with chuckles and promises of more pain. Lance tried to haul Trevor up for an escape, but he knew instantly from the weight of Trevor’s body it was utterly futile.

“Some help would be nice!” Trevor croaked through soon-to-be knocked out teeth.

If only he could give Trevor a long piece of his mind, to tell him how his full terrible and reckless life had led to this and how he should be utterly ashamed of how he’d brought his own brother down with him, and that his brother had something important in his life now, a daughter and by the gods if anything were to happen he would haunt Trevor for the rest of eterni--

The booming sound echoed through Lance’s ears and mind. Two more cracking booms followed. Trevor held the gun with confidence even if his arm shook and his face bled. Like a sack of something heavy one of the ladies fell down the steps and skidded to a grating halt. The other one knelt as if in an awkward ritual, clutching her thigh. If Lance had been the owner of a high-end spectral contact lens he would have seen the soundwaves filling the air with excruciating pain.

Five minutes later, bodies aching and the taste of blood in their mouths, Lance and Trevor sat hunched behind a pile of spent electric gear somewhere in the darker parts of the Restless quadrant. After having cursed and bitten away the pain they had been able to run. Even here, in this forgotten walkway only drifters and dumpster drones came through, the sounds of entertainment and vibrations of music penetrated. Lance and Trevor hadn’t dared to speak during their escape but now Trevor was ready to apologise to Lance and admit he’d never shot anyone before and how it wasn’t a pleasant feeling at all and that he would get rid of the gun as soon as he could and it all came out in a flurry of words before Lance grabbed him and made him hush.

Not far off, people were shouting.

“Come out, you snake!”

Lance assumed correctly that that snake was his brother.

They sat as still as they could. Footsteps came closer. When the footsteps were loudest it struck them both just how poor a hiding spot they’d chosen. No escape route. Cornered like a square room.

Breaths held, suddenly Lance’s device beeped. His TigerTooth link was being hacked. Fumbling desperately and as quietly as possible he severed the connection. Trevor held the gun ready. The footsteps came closer.

“Nothing but rats and stink down here, Zike! Let’s go back.”

The feet and its unknown owner walked away.

A minute of silence and the two brothers dared to breathe out.

“That was anticlimactic.”

“I gotta go right now. I can’t hear if Hannah wakes up anymore.”

“What was it?”

“Someone stumbled on my TigerTooth link. Had my outdated old device set up as mic.”

“They get into your device they’ll rob you blind.”

“Not much to rob, I’m afraid.”

The admittance of being poorer off than his brother struck him as the words slipped out. A stinging defeat that Trevor could clearly see in Lance’s downcast eyes. Trevor stood and helped Lance up. Bruised skin and stiff muscles. The two brothers wandered out of the dark nook.

“Hey, would it be alright if I crashed at your place for a day or two?”

No matter how much Lance wanted to object, he said yes. Apparently there’s a link between twin brothers, he thought. But he was pretty sure this came down to his gullible kindness.

After several sorry attempts at brotherly chatter from Trevor’s side, they were back at Lance’s scraper. He slotted the dronebike into the garage reel and led Trevor to the entrance.

“Place hasn’t changed much.” Trevor noted. It having been over six months since last he dropped by. Also back then to lay low for a few days.

Before Lance reached his door, Trevor stopped him.

“Hey, I want to pay up for this wreckshit I caused, okay. And you can’t say no.”

“I don’t need the credits.”

“You do. You got a kid.”

Lance didn’t want to admit he needed them.

“And that dog, which is a walking malfunction. Let me fix him up, if you still want the furball around.”

Lance shrugged a weak yeah, okay I’ll accept your money.

“Spiffy.”

“Huh?”

“Spiffy is my dog’s name. Spiffy and Hannah.”

Lance unlocked the door as his mind flooded with all the good memories of Spiffy and of Hannah.

Then, the vague murmuring he’d felt earlier came like a freak tsunami.

His place was a mess. Clutter on the floor and the makeshift crib had been toppled. In front of it sat Spiffy, his fur ripped on his face, sparks twinkled in his exposed neck, but the thing that sent a terrible shiver down Lance’s spine was the amount of blood. On the floor, sprayed on the makeshift crib and wall, and all over Spiffy’s face. As if someone had lowered his head in a bucket of the red stuff.

“Hannah!?”

She wasn’t in the ruined crib. Lance’s mind raced on in desperation but no logical conclusion presented itself. Only black rage. Spiffy, Lance’s little buddy, had eaten his dear little baby.

Spiffy sat waiting with his tail wagging. The curious tilted head. Eyes asking for a treat as Lance grabbed the first thing that could be used as a blunt instrument and went at his terrier. The dog’s friendly and animalistic eyes asked a hundred confusing questions as the guitar came crashing down.

Lance didn’t stop beating Spiffy until the yelps stopped, his limbs gave out and, flat on the floor, his core kernel broke. The electric sigh calmed Lance only to stir up the heaviest of emotions. Grief.

He knelt down by his ruined Spiffy, unable to hold the tears back. His eyes flailing around the room, looking for… anything but this.

Trevor had been shocked and frozen in the doorway during the ordeal.

“What the fuck…?”

“Hannah…”

In a rush of sudden responsibility Trevor came to Lance and held him. He offered his brother the generic comforting words but soon felt they carried no meaning and just held Lance in silence. The hug and silence spoke louder than any words ever uttered by Trevor. But Lance was beyond consolation. Weak hulking breaths filled everything.

A rustle suddenly startled them both. From under the makeshift crib. Then came the most welcoming sound. A cry. A baby’s cry.

Lance scurried over and lifted the sheets that were pulled down from the crib. There was Hannah. Unharmed and, at least in her mind, in dire need of her bottle and formula.

His daughter was alive and as Lance pulled her close and held her, he knew he was the luckiest man alive. He knew happiness, and he knew he would never be jealous of Trevor ever again.

Trevor was wiping and blinking away tears when he saw it.

“Uh, Lance…”

He was looking at something behind the door. Draped in shadow there between the door and Lance’s bed, was something they had missed when they first opened the door. Someone.

A bloody and mangled corpse.

“A Snatcher…” Trevor knew all the terms of all the scums of the sector.

It dawned on Lance. The lump in his throat returned to mix with the euphoric feeling of love.

Spiffy had saved Hannah. When Spiffy first noticed someone was picking the lock on the door, his algorithms had made him pull Hannah under the table and drape her with sheets. To secure her before whatever threat emerged from the doorway. The fight with the Snatcher had been brutal, but the man had not anticipated such fierce code in an outdated pet model.

A code that over the time spent with Lance, and with little Hannah, had created a neuronal pattern inside Spiffy’s kernel that resembled love.

The Fierce Code is one of the stories in the “slice of cyberpunk life” short story collection METROPO, coming in 2017.

#cyberpunk #short story #short fiction #scifi #dog #love #metropo

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Before we start, I’m going to preface by saying I love Vietnam. This is my second time living here and Hoi An, and I honestly feel so lucky to be here. Vietnam is a beautiful country with great weather, lovely people, tasty food, and awesome beaches. The cost of living is fantastic for digital nomads, and I have a great quality of life here.

However, the longer I live in Vietnam the more I learn about something very culturally interesting (and disturbing): Vietnam’s cat (and dog) meat trade, and Vietnam’s view of cats in general.

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I’m Not a Vegetarian So I Won’t Tell You What to Eat

Here’s the thing, I’m not a vegetarian, and I’m never going to tell people what they can and can’t eat (unless it’s endangered). To some cultures, eating pigs or cows is horrifying, but many of us eat them anyway. Other cultures survive off horse meat, which would upset most Americans. It’s the same with cats and dogs.

While I don’t have a big issue theoretically about the consumption of cats and dogs, what I do take issue with is animal cruelty, factory farms, and people STEALING PETS to eat them.

Also, the international affairs and anthropology major in me finds this all really culturally interesting, so I couldn’t help but share.

I can’t imagine eating this little baby!

People Steal Cats and Dogs to Sell for Meat

I knew that some (emphasis on some) people in Vietnam ate cat and dog, but I had no idea that people actually STEAL pet cats and dogs in Hoi An to sell to meat vendors. There are so many posts on expat forums here from people who’ve had their dogs stolen from backyards or the beach. Jack’s Cat Cafe even has a massive wall around the property to keep the cats in and the thieves out.

While this is definitely a thing in Vietnam, especially in Hoi An, it’s important to note that many of the locals are just as upset about these pet thieves, and would never dream of eating cat or dog.

Our foster babies Lady and Rory

Stray Cats Are Bad Luck…

This is a new one I discovered, and I have to say it really shocked me. As many of you may know from Instagram and Facebook, Chris and I are now fostering 3 little kittens through Vietnam Cat Welfare and Jack’s Cat Cafe. We cleared everything with our landlord beforehand, however, when we brought the kittens home, our landlord double checked to make sure our kittens weren’t from the street, otherwise, they’d bring bad luck. Ummm… what?

Okay, so I’m going to start by saying our landlord is a young, cosmopolitan, Vietnamese businesswoman who speaks perfect English. So it definitely came as a bit of a shock when she said that stray kittens would bring bad luck, sort of like when my Chinese friend told me that shaving your underarms gives you breast cancer.

Now, I can understand if she was worried about fleas, worms, and other bugs, but no- she was worried about bad omens. Thankfully our kittens aren’t actually from the street. Some shop owner’s cat had kittens and they were dumped at Jack’s Cat Cafe in a plastic bag. (So we didn’t have to lie!)

Moggie a few weeks after we rescued her

So Many Injured and Abandoned Kitties

While this was a big shock to us, it does sort of make sense. No one in Vietnam seems to really want to help stray cats or kittens, which is why you’ll often see them dumped or abandoned. My old foster cat Moggie was found as a kitten with a broken leg after being hit by a motorbike and was rescued by our friends’ Vietnamese landlord. However, his neighbor wasn’t a big fan and tried to convince the landlord to toss Moggie in a bag with some rocks and drop her in the ocean. Ouch.

I’m very glad this kind Vietnamese man decided against throwing her in the ocean because now she’s a very happy tripod kitty living with our friend in Danang. All it took was a solid month of diarrhea after some hefty worm medication and she was fine! (I’ve never cleaned up so much poop in my life. Now I know what having a baby is like.)

Rory says: Don’t eat me!

Eating Cats for Good Luck

This whole conversation made Chris and I really curious, so we did some research. Apparently stray cats in Vietnam are considered “unlucky” which is why some Vietnamese families will eat cat meat at the start of every month to ward off bad luck.

Stray cats are bad luck… so let’s eat them? I guess that makes sense.

Some Vietnamese people view cats as evil because of their power over bad luck. A Vietnamese cat butcher also told the interviewer that eating a cat’s spine will give you agility, while Vietnam Cat Welfare stated that cat urine drops into the ear has been prescribed for deafness and hearing problems.

I guess Vietnam is kind of like Ancient Egypt, except rather than worshiping cats, the Vietnamese culturally fear (and eat) them.

Say hello to foster baby #3: Beanie!

Vietnam’s Fight Against the Cat and Dog Meat Trade

Hanoi has been cracking down on the cat meat trade for a myriad of reasons. According to PAWS For Compassion, officials in Hanoi are “urging residents to stop eating dog meat as it could hurt the city’s reputation and lead to diseases like rabies. The Hanoi People’s Committee said the practice could tarnish the city’s image as a ‘civilised and modern capital.'”

While it’s great the government has begun cracking down on this, there are still over 1,000 cat and dog meat sellers in Hanoi alone. Many cultural practices have firm roots in society, and the cat and dog meat trade is no different.

Rory and Beanie are too small to eat anyway

Most People in Vietnam Don’t Eat Cats

I just want to reiterate that not everyone in Vietnam eats cats or dogs, and I’d probably venture to say that most people (especially in developed cities) do not torture or eat cats. However, this animosity towards cats is pretty prevalent here in Hoi An, which is why places like Vietnam Cat Welfare (also known as Jack’s Cat Cafe) have so much work to do.

Thankfully these places do exist (PAWS For Compassion in Danang is another great organization), and they are making a huge impact here in Central Vietnam. Vietnam Cat Welfare and Paws For Compassion have actually begun a process of educating locals on how to properly care for their cats and kittens with nutritious food and worm medication. PAWS for Compassion also works with children to teach them to be kind to animals and the environment.

However, there is still a TON of work to be done, and Jack’s still gets bags of kittens dumped on their doorstep every few days.

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Found tied up in a bag in the old town of Hoi An and brought to our gate. Look at Rory, Lady and Beanie today! Two days of hissing, two weeks of loving and now such beautiful girls These three are now looking for their forever home. Send us a message to meet them and see how cute they are.❤️

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My little babies found in a bag in Old Town

What to Do If You Find Abandoned Kittens in Vietnam

Vietnam Cat Welfare actually has some incredible information about what to do if you find a stray kitten in Vietnam. But for the sake of having everything in one place, I’ll summarize it here.

If you find a stray kitten (or kittens) in Vietnam, first you need to decide if they need rescuing.

Is it genuinely abandoned, or is there a chance its mom is still around somewhere getting food?

Is it sick or injured?

Does the kitten look healthy or malnourished?

Is the kitten being abused?

Does it have a home nearby? Ask around.

Overall, unless a kitten or cat is sick, injured, malnourished or being abused, it’s better to leave it be. If your kitten is truly abandoned and you know for SURE that the mother isn’t coming back (you can check back in every few hours), then you can take it.

That said, raising a kitten under three weeks old is extremely hard without its mother’s milk. If you see a very, very young kitten, do not take it unless you’re 100% sure that it is abandoned, and be prepared for the fact that your kitten may not survive. You can learn more about how to age a kitten here.

It’s important to remember that many Vietnamese people keep cats and kittens in their shops and restaurants, so there’s a chance that the kitten you just found actually belongs to someone! Please be sure to ask around before you take a person’s pet!

Here’s what Moggie looked like when we got her…

What to Do If Your Vietnamese Cat or Kitten Needs Rescuing

If you find a cat or kitten that obviously needs help, there are a few things you can do.

1. Is Your Cat Injured?

If you find a cat or kitten that has been hit by a motorbike or looks like it’s near death, you should take her to a local vet. Hoi An and Danang have a few really good places, but if you live somewhere else you can always ask on the local expat Facebook groups.

Veterinary care is actually pretty cheap in Vietnam, and many times people will often pitch in to help you pay for emergency medical care if you ask and provide photos. I’ve seen a few people pitch in to help someone pay for surgery for a cat who was hit by a motorbike. Some vets might even give you a discount or do it for free if the cat isn’t yours.

If your kitten is extremely sick and is not eating or drinking, you will definitely want to take them to the vet right away. Most cats and kittens in Vietnam have worms and need de-worming medication, but some are healthier than others. When we got Moggie, she was an absolute mess, and the worming medication gave her diarrhea for a few weeks (which meant taking her to the vet again).

Moggie in our laundry basket

Lady having a snuggle in bed

2. Can You Care For the Kittens?

Many cat rescue programs are bursting with cats. I mean, Jack’s Cat Cafe has SEVENTY CATS AND KITTENS. So please don’t assume you can just drop your kittens there without asking. Jack’s keeps unvaccinated kittens in cages if they can’t find a foster home (this is why I’m fostering!), and they only have so many cages available.

If you can keep the cat or kittens for a month or two, I would recommend doing this while you work on getting them vaccinated. You can then work on posting around in expat groups to see if anyone wants to help you adopt. Many cat rescue places may also help you work to find homes for them as well, but they do have their hands a bit full with the cats and kittens they already have.

Moggie vacationing at PAWS for Compassion

3. Contact Vietnam Cat Welfare (or a Local Equivalent)

If you really need help, you can always contact your local cat shelter. Let’s say you just don’t have the money for the medical treatment, or you are in a guesthouse and have nowhere to keep them, this would be a good time to reach out for help. Even if these shelters have room, they might know of someone who can help you.

Just please do not drop off cats or kittens without asking because these places may not have room right away for an unvaccinated animal. The fastest way to get in touch is through Facebook either at Jack’s Cat Cafe.

Our kitten Dragon back in Australia (we share her with Chris’ parents)

How to Help Vietnam’s Stray Cats

If you’re like me and you have the biggest softest spot in your heart for cats and kittens, reading this article probably makes you want to help. Well, thankfully there are a TON of ways you can help Vietnam’s cats and kittens!

1. Adopt a New Forever Friend!

The #1 best way to help the stray cats and kittens in Vietnam is to adopt one (or several). This is only ideal if you plan to keep your new fluffball forever. This means you either plan on staying in Vietnam forever, or you are prepared for the process of bringing a cat with you when you leave Vietnam.

Vietnam Cat Welfare has a ton of cats and kittens that need adoption, so you can always contact them. Meanwhile, PAWS For Compassion has a list of available kitties here.

Foster your own baby like Rory!

2. Foster a Kitten in Vietnam

If you aren’t stable enough to adopt your own cat or kitten in Vietnam, you can always help out by fostering. At Vietnam Cat Welfare, they’re always looking for new fosters. If you want to foster, you’ll need to be available for at least 2 months. You’ll be responsible for food, toys and looking after the kittens, along with taking them to the vet for their vaccines. However, Vietnam Cat Welfare will pay for their medical treatment and vaccinations.

While fostering, you will also need to take tons of photos of your kittens (not a problem for me, obviously) and report back to Vietnam Cat Welfare about their personalities so they can help get your kittens adopted. You should also do your part to help look for someone to adopt them too!

PS- If anyone in Vietnam wants to adopt Rory, Beanie, or Lady please let me know!

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Always so grateful to our incredible volunteers for spending their time with us❣️ If you would like to spend a month with our cats email: [email protected] and tag a friend you’d get on that plane with!!✈️

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3. Volunteer and Jack’s Cat Cafe

Vietnam Cat Welfare/ Jack’s Cat Cafe in Hoi An and PAWS for Compassion in Danang are always looking for new volunteers. If you plan to be in the area for a few weeks (at least 3 weeks in the case of Hoi An), you can volunteer full or part-time!

I chatted with the owner of Vietnam Cat Welfare/ Jack’s Cat Cafe and she said that full-time volunteers will be given a free place to stay if it’s available, otherwise, they’ll work to find you a room in a nice guesthouse for a very steep discount (we’re talking $5 a night).

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Volunteers will help feed and care for the cats, work in the cat cafe, and can also help with social media and outreach. Jack’s has a very active Facebook and Instagram, and they’ve even been working on local outreach in the Hoi An community to educate people on how to care for cats and kittens.

If you really want to have a meaningful experience while traveling, I highly suggest volunteering full time with Jack’s Cat Cafe or PAWS For Compassion in Danang. If you live in Hoi An or Danang and want to volunteer a few days a week, both are open to part-time long-term volunteers too!

Help kitties like Moggie!

4. Donate Money For Food and Vaccines!

If you don’t live in Vietnam or can’t help in person, Vietnam Cat Welfare and Paws For Compassion are always looking for donations of food or money. A donation of just $10 feeds one cat for an entire month, while $30 would cover all the costs of deworming and vaccinations for a single kitten. (I told you Vietnam is crazy cheap!)

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PAWS for Compassion also suggests holding a fundraiser for the cats in Vietnam! This can be done by running a marathon, holding a bake sale, including it as part of your wedding registry, or asking for donations as a birthday present.

Jack’s Cat Cafe recently featured a young girl who asked for donations as a birthday gift!

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Things Are Changing Slowly But Surely in Vietnam

While the treatment of stray cats in Vietnam sure isn’t ideal, things are changing slowly but surely with the help of organizations like Vietnam Cat Welfare and PAWS for Compassion. The government is now cracking down on the cat and dog meat trade, which will also hopefully lower the theft of household pets.

Many locals are also slowly coming around to the idea of cats and kittens. I know so many Vietnamese people who welcome stay kittens into their homes and restaurants and take great care of them. From Taco Ngon’s little kitten to our maid who took in a batch of stray kittens last year.

For now, the best thing we can do is educate, adopt, and donate, whether its time or money. Hopefully, we can start making these kittens a little more ‘lucky’ one rescue mission at a time.

Vietnam’s Stray Cats and the Cat Meat Trade: Why it Exists and How You Can Help Before we start, I'm going to preface by saying I love Vietnam. This is my second time living here and Hoi An, and I honestly feel so lucky to be here.

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Chapter 2

(Y/n) p.o.v

It was dark, but... it wasn't cold anymore it's... warm and soft... so comfy.... I woke up with a muzzle and a colar on my neck but... they aren't hurting me, it's just holding me in place. I open my eyes to see that I'm in a cage, under me is something soft and comfy... where am I? I obiviously am not 'home', they would not be so caring after I tried to run away so... who did it?

I look around me the best I can, there is water and something with a weird smell on two bowls next to the door of the cage. Outside the cage is a desk to the righ for what I can see, the door that is to my left is closed, there is so little space here... I shrink to the size of a chiuaua, making both the muzzle and the collar to big for my new size.

Much better!!!

I walk to the water.

Weird... it's... it's not green... or blue... or yellow... it's clear like glass...

I drink the weird ass water.

Tasty... ok this totally isn't 'home' so... where am I? And what's this?

I move to the other bowl.

Some kind of food maybe?...

I ate some of it.

Ew! No! Wtf?! How the hell would eat this shit???

I drink all the water and go to the far corner of the cage. I can't hear almost nothing, just some people from the other side of the door, but they aren't loud so I can't make sence of what they are saying.

Suddenly the door opens and I hear two pairs of footsteps.

3rd p.o.v

The two veterinarians walk in the back room were the big dogs are, they split and one goes to the cage and the other goes to the desk to get the remedies ready.

"OH MY GOOD THE WOLF VANISHED!!!" Said the male

"WHAT?!" The woman goes see the cage and search for the wolf, she sees it in the left corner of the cage watching them and slap the back of the head of the male "You dumb bitch! I almost had a heart attack! Where the hell are your glasses Haru-kun??"

Haru fake cry and grab his glasses from his pocket and put it on "oh! She's there!" He says with a big smile

"I can see you little-" she huffs and look at the wolf with the size of a chiuaua "How the hell did you shrink???"

"She is so cute! Let me pet her!" He goes to open the cage door but his hand gets slaped

"Are you crazy??? That's a hole wolf right there! And for what it looks like it has a quirk, she's the double of danger that a normal wolf has, so DON'T open the door yet, got it?"

Haru sighs knowing that she was right "Yes Ann-senpai"

"Good! Now help me prep the table and the tranquilizer, better be safe than sorry" the blonde woman started to get stuff ready with Haru's help

Tiny timeskip to (y/n) already drugged and in the table

"Why did we had to use it? She didn't put a fight when we open the cage or grabed her" asked Haru

"It's better be safe than sorry, I already said it... but you are right... that is strange... she was very docile for a wolf" Ann said while cutting the bandages, when she finally got all off the wolf she stoped amazed "Wait... what?..."

There was silence in the room. The wolf didn't had a single scratch in her body, all the teeth where in place, there wasen't a single scar or mark in all her body.

"We need to tell the govern... right?" Asked Haru very unsure about it

"We need but we woun't"

"Wait what??? You... you are kidding right???? Tell me this is a joke!"

"Think with me... she run away from someone, she have a quirk maybe two even! If we take her to the govern or tell then abou her... what would they do?"

"They would use her... yeah... you are right but... what if she isn't docile like she is acting now? What if she is very dangerous? What if the people that she run from come to get her back and you get hurt? What if-"

"Stop! That's enough... I already made my decision... she is going to live with me and my daughter"

"You are putting yourself and Zanko-chan in danger! Please rethink about this Ann-senpai... please."

"I'm sorry but no" she pets the small wolf "she deserves to be free too, she deserves a family too"

Haru sighs defeated "ok... how may I help you senpai?" He smiles and she smiles back

"Let's get this wolf to her new home!"

"What will be her name?" He asked while getting the small transporter and putting the wolf inside.

"I don't know... maybe... Sakura? Or Lily, no... hmmm" she was thinking while walking to the door and opening it "any suggestions?"

"I think some funny name should be cool! Like... Cat! Or or... Food!" he walked out of the backroom into the coridor and keep walking.

"Hell no! It has to be cute! Like... Cupcake, or Snowball... maybe Dandelion?" They were now outisde of the office and heading to the pet store

"Hmmm... too girly... how about mango?" They were walking in the isle getting everything the new family member woukd be needing

"Too fruity... maybe something cool like... Satan?"

"Hell no mom!" Said the girl that was finishing with helping another costumer

"Language kid!" Said Ann

"So... we well keep it?" Zanko asked with her blue eyes full of hope

Ann chuckle and nod to her daughter

"YES! Oh my good I have a wolf as a pet! Where is she???" She asked looking behind both adult

"Here!" Haru raised the transporter

"... but... how?"

"She has a quirk so we need to be careful ok hun?" Ann asked in a low tone scared that someone may listen

"Okay! I promise I will keep (y/n) safe!"

"(Y/n)?" Asked Haru and Ann at the same time

"Yep! When I woke up today and thought about her that was the first name that pop up in my head, what do you think?"

"I wanted it to be Caulsifer..." said Haru pouting

"I aet no star! Leave my heart alone!" Zanko said running to her manager that was staring at them

"(Y/n) it is then..." Ann smiled while looking to the transporter "let's finish buying all of this and help me with groceries"

"But I thought you did that yesterday in the morning..." haru said looking very confused

"We did it but! Now we have another mouth! And a big one that eats meat, probably a lot of it too..." Ann and Haru went to the cashier pay for all the stuff they bought

The cashier looked at the small pet in the transporter and looked at the stuff they bought for a very big dog and looked at the two confused but didn't said nothing.

"Can't a women have two dogs girl?" Ann said looking pissied

"S-sorry ma'am!" The cashier finished her job quickly. "Have a nice day!"

Zanko came from the back and hug Ann realy tightly "Thank you mom, love you!" She run back to the back room to keep working.

"LOVE YOU TOO!" Ann screamend and made her way to outside with both hand busy with all the stuff for (y/n) "Let's drop this in my car and get this party starting!" She ran back to the office leaving Haru behind

"WAIT FOR US!" Haru hugged the transporter with (y/n) and beggan to run after her.

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A/n Tcharam! I hope this chapter wasn't boring, I'm loving writting it, so I hope that you all are liking it too ♡

I will be using some characters from games and animes I hope that u all are ok with that, as you can see I will be using Ann from Persona5, Haru from Free!, the Zanko is my personal oc one that I hold dearly in my heart so I hope u all are ok with my decision to her being (y/n) friend in this tale.

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