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bucknastysbabe · 2 years ago

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Slips through cracks

A/N: Idk where this monstrosity TW of a beast came from but hope someone enjoys!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW implied ab*se, past underage, incest, weird manipulation and childhood trauma, Aegon being Aegon, drug and alcohol abuse. Modern!au, Frottage, fucked ass up greens, Daeron’s twin reader, she’s of age in this, nepo baby Aegon with a coke problem, Daddy Criston hours, I attempted to use English terms👍🏻 xoxo your pathetic American, toxic relationships

Oh boy, the trip to Oldtown. The whole family has to go see Daeron play in the Westeros Cup of football. You included. Ripped from an Essosi holiday break to cohabitate with the most dysfunctional unit of all time for a weekend. Then you could fuck back off to your own pretentious private school, Helaena could go back to her cottagecore Etsy shit, Aemond to med school, and Aegon.

You clenched your teeth at the mere thought of him. Degenerate. Drunk. ‘Wild Prince’, Asshole. You could go on. He was videoing the plane, incessantly talking to his ‘followers’. There was no way he wasn’t coked the fuck up right now. Aemond sniffed and tucked his nose further into his book, eyes rolling at the eldest.

Alicent and Viserys had already made it to Otto’s place, sending Criston Cole to keep the ‘kids’ in check. Even though you and Daeron were legal adults now. Peering over your book you watched Helaena knit a sweater in the fine print of a spider’s web. She smiled softly and asked, “Do you think he’ll like it?” She was almost done and it did look damn good, Daeron would love it. Your twin was kind and definitely could find a way to insert the handmade item into his wardrobe.

“Yeah Hel, you know he’s going to find a way to wear it every chance possible,” you laughed.

“Darling Daeron,” she sighed under her breath, eyes dreamy. You watched her nimble fingers, tuning out Aegon’s wretched talking and Aemond’s pointed noises. Eventually your eyes slipped shut, book falling into your lap.

“It’s time to get up,” he teased in your ear, you bolting upright with a gasp. Aegon smiled down at you, grinning lecherously, tucking a strand of hair behind an ear. You scoffed and stood up, shouldering him off in the process. Your big brother whined, “C’mon you’re still mad at me? I was drunkkkk.”

Being drunk does not constitute leaving your sister in your dorm for a night after promising a ‘real flea bottom party’ with his ‘famous friends’. You cried watching him being a dumbass on social media, plastered with girls and drugs. Idiot. You got an actual Uber back to the family estate, crying to Criston about your dick brother.

You ignored him further, wanting to rip that stupid earring out of his head. Aegon pouted, prodding further, even taking your bags for you. Which the dumbass never worked out so he was struggling. You couldn’t help but quirk your lips up as the eldest brother almost fell face first down the jet’s stairs.

Aemond snatched your duffel, easily hauling it over a broad shoulder. He snapped, “You being a pathetic clown isn’t going to magically fix everything.” You shared a look with Cole and snickered. Aegon grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets, “Oh get the stick out of your arse Aem.”

Helaena drifted aside, eyes on the sky, gazing towards the tower your mother’s side of the family was named for. You followed her gaze, frowning. It was a gleaming beacon on the outside, a gloomy vault on the inside. You hated it there, unsure why they couldn’t just abdicate the site to national affairs like every other royal did. Too proud.

Cole ushered you all into the limo, giving Aegon an extra shove and low curse, the blonde rolling his eyes. You sat far away from your elder sibling, asking Aemond how school was going. He replied in that stiff way of his, “More tests and research, then hopefully I can get my first residency. I’d like to be in a high-profile area like King’s Landing or Lannisport. Get more expertise.”

You nodded along, giving your brother best wishes. He hummed, “And your studies? Last I heard you’d rather play tennis.” You rolled your eyes and snorted, “I’ve given up hope, I won’t be a professional like Daeron. Finding myself with a passion for Psychology and it’s social aspects.”

“So you can figure out what’s wrong with the Targaryen bloodline,” Aemond said.

The aggravating ringing of Aegon’s phone ruined one of your rare conversations with Aem. He apologized sheepishly but still held up a finger as he argued with someone over the phone. It was either about one of his girls, drugs, or both. You rolled your eyes and groaned, watching the city pass by as the limo bumped it’s way toward the Hightower.

“Okay, whatever, fuck you I have plenty of others!,” Aegon spat, cheeks red from annoyance. Criston reached over the limo and snatched the cell, stuffing it in a coat pocket. Your brother gaped like a dying fish before demanding, “Give that back! I was in the middle of a conversation!”

“You’re getting on everyone’s nerves. Obviously it’s not doing you any good so why don’t we take a break, eh?” His brown eyes remained stony, arms crossed authoritatively. Ser Criston was basically the surrogate dad of your group, Viserys preoccupied with his health and elder daughter, her brood.

Aegon begged but received nothing. Eventually the prince settled down when Criston said he’d return the phone after they got there. The idiot instead rolled his window down to the crowd outside and waved, cheering with the people. You could see the cameras flashing on his cheeks, Aegon just sucking it all in. Aemond slunk deep into his seat and Helaena put on her noise cancelling headphones.

Aegon’s violet eyes turned to you, breathlessly stating, “They love me you know.” You retorted, “They love how accessible you are.” Aegon’s cheery smile faltered for a second, eyes flitting down. It didn’t last long as he painted the grin back on and blew a kiss to a girl decked in Oldtown’s team colors.

Eventually the limo pulled into the high gates surrounding the tower. Attendants were already getting your bags and taking them to the assigned rooms. Your mother, Alicent, and grandpa Otto waited by one of the many grand doors. She hugged and kissed you, blessing the seven for your safe arrival. The same spiel happened except for Aegon who got a stiff kiss on the cheek. Otto and Helaena shared an embrace, your sister happily chattering to him about her sweater for Daeron.

You raised a brow and asked, “Where is Daeron anyways? With the team still?” You checked your phone to see if you missed a text. Alicent replied, “He’ll be here later, they’re finishing up practice currently.” You frowned. Daeron had better get here quick or you feared someone was going to get stuck with a knife.

Criston held out Aegon’s phone to the blonde, who snatched it up greedily. His ringed fingers and violet eyes soaked up whatever minutes he had missed. You asked, “Can I go to my room? I have a headache.” Otto put his hand at the small of your waist and said, “Yes, come on, I’ll get someone to bring you water and medicine.”

You must’ve been really tired, blinking open your groggy eyes to see that hours had passed. Stretching your body you let out a little squeak, happy to have some alone time. Then the door crashed open and a freshly showered Daeron cheered, “Sister!” You grinned and hopped out of the bed as fast as possible, tripping in the process but your sibling caught you easily.

You pulled the taller twin into a hug, gushing, “This is so exciting! Look at you, Mister Oldtown Football himself.” Daeron blushed and rolled his eyes, “Nothing but hard work, I swear,” he added lowly, “And beating off bloodsuckers.” You smirked and both of you simultaneously said, “Aegon!”

Daeron groaned, “Yes, I had to come find you so he’d stop getting me on his social media shite. He went out to party though, so we’re clear for dinner.” You laughed and replied, “Well, let’s go have some family bonding. You need to tell me all about your year.”

“No you, freezing away in the North like that.”

Bonding with Daeron was exactly what you needed. Even dinner was not unpleasant, Viserys in a jovial mood. No one spoke of the elephant in the room. Your twin did slide his phone over to you later in the sitting room, dramatically pantomiming a gag. The video was of Aegon draining a shot between some broad’s tits. You could see the coke on the table in the back, loads of it.

Aemond peered over and barked a laugh, “Oh he’s going to be a nightmare in the morning.”

You swallowed at the comment, a thought leaving as soon as it appeared.

You grumbled, “Hopefully Cole will leave him out there.” Daeron smirked, “Someone’s still mad about summer.” You batted Daeron’s shoulder, now clad in Hel’s sweater. You pouted, “Try getting left alone all night! It sucked.” Your twin gave you a look, murmuring, “I know he’s your favorite for some reason but you shouldn’t trust Aegon.” You leveled him with a glare.

Daeron dropped the subject and the rest of the evening went smoothly. You went to bed when your twin had to return to the team complex. You tossed around for a bit, wondering about your eldest brother. Eventually sleep graced you. Not for long.

You groggily beat at whoever was in your bed. You rasped, “There’s no ghosts here Daeron.” Then realization hit you. Daeron was across Oldtown. Bolting upright you flicked on the lamp to be greeted with a disheveled Aegon. His purple eyes were big and sad. Obviously he’d been crying. Your big brother was likely suffering from a coke crash into a sad drunk fit.

You cursed, “The fuck are you doing? How did you get here?”

Aegon’s plush lips wobbled as he sniffed, “Cole got me.”

“Why are you crying?”

Aegon sniveled some more, “Did you mean that earlier? Does anyone like me? Why do y-you hate me?”

You gawked at him, perplexed by the behavior. Throwing up your hands you demanded, “Aegon you’re twenty-four years old, why are you crying in my bed like we’re children? I don’t hate you, you’re just a selfish prick.”

The blonde threw himself on top of you with another cry, apologizing profusely. You sighed, “Thanks- I guess. It hurt my feelings when you left me alone all night. I thought I was more important than that, big brother.” If you were turning the screws on him, that was your business alone, but it worked like a charm.

He pulled back and shook his pale locks, blubbering, “No-no-no you are so important to me, I am a selfish prick! I’ll make it up to you when Daeron wins!” Aegon was embarrassingly pathetic. But here you were, rubbing his heaving back while he whimpered, “No one gets me like you do.” You idly wondered if he said this to other girls or just his sister, which had long been a strangeness never deeply thought about. It’s just something that was, is.

You sighed, “I love you big brother, of course I get you, now can you get the booze clothes off and we can go to bed? I have some leftover headache stuff you can take.” He snuffled into your neck, wetting your skin with more tears. Shoving the man off you gently ushered him along.

“Promise you love me? I love you more than anything little sister,” he whispered into the darkness once the light clicked off.

You replied, eyes unblinking up into the inky black of the room while he cuddled into you, “Love you more than anything big brother.” A tear slipped down your cheek but you arms were too busy wrapped around Aegon to wipe it.

You awoke again tucked into his frame like many a night from the past. He always came back to you. As soon as Daeron and you grew up enough to not be attached at the hip, that’s when Aegon sunk his talons in.

He pressed little sleepy kisses to your neck, humming in contentment. Aegon murmured, “Smell so sweet. My perfect sister.” You swallowed at the feeling of his cock swollen and nestled between your thighs, only separated by thin cotton. Wetness had already seeped out your cunt, probably started when you were still asleep.

You chided, “A-Aegon, what if mother walks in?”

He whined, “C’mon, please, missed my sister’s pussy, please baby.” You found your will crumbling at the sounds of his breathless grunts and hot cock rubbing against your swollen folds. Aegon moaned like a needy whore in your ear, rutting harder and whimpering like he couldn’t enough. His hands grabbed and groped at your tits desperately.

“Hnnn- oh fuck, you get me so horny, m’so fucking hot for you.”

You rolled your hips back easily, playing into this mood. It was like muscle memory now, start baby talking him when he got this desperate. You pitched up your moans, “Yeah? Big brother all hard n’ achy for me? Gonna mess your little sisters panties up before breakfast?”

“Fuck!,” he cried, mouthing at your shoulder with a shudder. Aegon mewled, “Yeah, yeah- mmmfuck yeah m’gonna bust, so hard for you.” You taunted, “Didn’t even get a nut off last night? My handsome big brother surrounded by all these pretty girls and- oh- has to come rut into the baby?”

The tip of his cock was dragging the soaked material of your panties across sensitive nerves. You cried Aegon’s name softly, pressing your tits into his greedy hands, squeezing around his prick. He stuttered and whined, long and loud at your ministrations. The prince whimpered out, voice strangled by desire, “I thought about you, how much mmh- better your pussy is, oh gods m’gonna cum!”

You turned around to seize his loose lips, colliding with wet smacks. Both of you drooled and whined into eachother’s mouth, fucking faster by the second. The bed was faintly squeaking by now. You gasped, “Brother! Aegon!” He rasped, “Love you oh my gods love you.”

The elder seized up, hot cum soaking and staining your underwear further. He whined through his nose, exhaling on a choppy breath. You came soon after, Aegon’s whining and tweaking at your tits sending you over the precipice with a tight squeeze and muffled wail.

Your legs trembled as he slumped against you, pressing another kiss before rolling onto his back with a sigh. He jerked you over to him while fumbling to the side for his phone. You laid quietly while he slid through the messages and videos, a frown on his lips. He asked, “Do you ever think about running off to Essos?”

You shrugged, “Sometimes. I don’t think it’ll be much different for you in Braavos or Astapor.”

He challenged, “It would be just me and you. I swear.” The phone was put away petulantly, his red rimmed eyes staring into your own. Footsteps passed outside, your eyes nervously flickering to the door. Peering back at Aegon you said, “Just say the word and I’ll go, big brother.”

He seemed satisfied at that, lips curling back up. Aegon sighed, “Good. I’ll get going then. Love you.” He pecked your lips again and darted out an old servant’s exit while you watched blankly. Holding back a retch you texted Daeron, “Good luck today!”

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viouez · 3 years ago

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First Snow | 1

synopsis. introductions are never fun, especially when between the eight of them, one of them is ignorant about the things behind the curtain.

pairing. bts x reader genre. angst au. hybrid!au contents. its only about 6651 words note. i again, like most of these, wrote this a bit ago, rewrote it, fixed small parts, you know? jjk main character type ego

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A slight sigh fell from the female's lips, head tilting to the side as she listened to her coworkers job explanation. She had already been given the rundown by the boss when she was given the job. Though, she wasn’t going to stop him from talking about his passion, a second listen never hurt anybody.

She smiled widely when she caught her friend turning the corner, clipboard in hand to show her to the work area. He raised a hand in a wave and sent the other worker off, saying something about the boss needing him down in the labs. She wouldn’t question it. He turned towards her once again and gave a warm smile.

“So, the boss has given you room twenty-nine, I think you’ll want a room explanation before you meet any of the hybrids occupying such a room.” Chanyeol admitted awkwardly, pointing back towards the rooms.

“That’s the newcomers room, Chan, I don’t think I’m educated enough to deal with them yet. I haven’t even finished my schooling.” she almost gasped out, hands gripping onto the boys arm

He only gave her a sympathetic smile, patting the top of head. It was very uncommon for the boss to put someone just hired into the newcomers room. They were some of the most hostile or violent hybrids that were into the facility. He just hoped the boss knew what he was doing by sending her in.

“Thankfully, your job with the newcomers is simple. You’ll be the one who does checks up. Meaning, you’ll be the one giving medications, ordering their food and delivering from the cafeteria, at least three times a day, since you’ll be working until about six.” He paused, reading over the paperwork one more time

“I’m just the caregiver, then?” hopeful, she stood on her tippy toes to try and read the papers as well.

“If they need absolutely anything, you’ll be the only person they can go to. Its also your job to decide if adopters would be a good fit for them. You get to give the final decision.” finishing his reading, he motioned towards the door, “Let’s get you to the hybrids, shall we?”

She nodded, excited to start her first day, before taking the clipboard from the man. Her eyes raked over the words and tried her best to take in the information as quickly as possible to seem professional. She had this, she just had to start her first day with confidence and authority. This would be easy for her.

Pushing through the door, she stepped into room twenty-nine. This is where she started her first day. She needed to make a good first impression.

Without realizing, she stood froze in the door way as her eyes danced around the room. Seven males sat in a circle in the middle of the plain white room. Most of their heads were hanging down and their hands were placed, folded in their laps. This looked more like an AA meeting than a comfortable meeting space for them.

She parted her lips to question the hybrids on what was happening before a male pushed through a side door holding a tray of medications. Having not noticed the female, the worker stopped in front of a hybrid who curled in on himself. The almost threatening glare of the worker scared the girl as he forced the hybrids lips apart, dumping the array of medications into his mouth.

“Hey.. hey, what are you doing?” her voice came out, a stuttering mess, goodbye to that good first impression, “Stop that, what do you think you’re doing? Don’t grab them like that.”

This gained the workers attention, hand ripping itself away from the hybrid at the new appearance, “I’m just giving them their medications, what do you think I’m doing? Are you an adopter or something?”

“I’m the new worker for this station. You can go, I’ll finish up here, thank you.”

The worker only rolled his eyes and moved to place their medications back onto the tray before leaving through the door they came in from. She was truly shocked at how harshly the worker was treating the hybrids. That was completely unneeded. She was sure the hybrids would take their meds without violence.

She sighed in relief that the worker was gone before once again sinking into her thoughts. She had just done that little show in front of seven hybrids, the ones she was supposed to be caring for. Her stuttering and lack of confidence probably did not give the best look.

Trying her best to build up just a tad bit more confidence, she stepped into the circle of hybrids and hurried to the medications tray. She could do this, she knew she could, but now she was anxious that she gave a bad first impression.

“You got this, don’t even worry about it. So what you got scared? Anyone would be after seeing that.. Right?” she whispered to herself as she glanced over the paperwork one more time, “Don’t chicken out now.”

From what she could tell, the medications they were being given weren’t really hybrid medications. Seemed more like meds you would be giving your actual cat or dog, not a hybrid. What hybrid needs flea medications? Could hybrids even get fleas?

A lot of the ones she was seeing did differ depending on the hybrid taking them. A wolf hybrid within the group would be taking medications to calm down the alpha effects within their body, seeing as they are being shoved into a group of unknown hybrids. A few were being given anti-anxiety medications. One was being given heat suppressors, which was confusing, wouldn’t they all be receiving them if in a center?

Finally turning towards the hybrids, she swallowed harshly and tried to put a hybrid on the faces. She could tell who the wolf was in the pack, the intimidating aura gave that away very quickly. Some of them were harder to tell from the others, granted, she could just look at the list, but she wouldn’t be able to have them introduce themselves. First impressions.

Stepping towards the one who she saw being manhandled, she glanced over the hybrids features, sighing when the red marks from the worker came into view. She bent down a bit to give them the look over, finger trailing over the red marks the workers hand had made. She grimaced at the light whine the figure made at her touching, hand pulling back without a second thought.

“Would you like a drink? I’m sure you’re not feeling too well with what had happened. Taking pills with no drink sounds quite painful.” Y/N smiled lightly, waiting for a reply, hoping that the hybrid wouldn’t be too scared of her.

Once the hybrid nodded, she returned the gesture and quickly walked over to the door the worker stepped into. When she glanced into the room, she furrowed her eyebrows. With a slight groan, she stepped back into the room and pursed her lips. She did have drinks for herself.

It wouldn’t be too bad if she skipped out on them today. She’ll make sure to order some for them tomorrow morning. She wonders if they’d be able to give her suggestions for what kind of drinks they would like. Hopefully after this introduction, they’d trust her a little bit more.

“Seeing as I don’t plan on asking the person from before, I’ll be right back, I need to grab everyone something to drink, okay? Don’t go too far.” She tried to joke around before she exited the room.

It only took about ten minutes before the female was stepping back into the room, with Chanyeol. All the hybrids bodies stiffened at the sight of the man. She was smiling at him before showing him where to sit down the items she had brought.

“Thank you so much, Chan, I promise I’ll ask about getting drinks from the cafeteria next time but the worker that was here seemed a bit too hostile towards everyone.” She mumbled, though the hybrids could hear everything she was saying.

“I’ll have to talk to them about that. I can’t believe they would handle the hybrids like that. Disgusting behavior. But, next time you need anything, write it down and send it over in a text until we can get you a work phone, okay?” Chanyeol added on as they walked back towards the door.

She nodded quickly and moved to push him out of the room, “Go, go! You’ll be late.”

Happy with everything, she walked back into the hybrid circle. Thankfully, Chanyeol was there to help her with the drinks. She had gone grocery shopping and decided that because it was chilly out, her drinks would be alright in the boot of her car. She was correct and glad she left them.

She quickly grabbed one of the milks and stepped back towards the skittish hybrid from before. The second she held the drink out, the hybrid hesitantly took the drink.

“I apologize for taking so long, I had to go out to my car and then Chanyeol stopped me. I hope your throat feels much better. Oh! I also grabbed some cream from my car for your face.” she muttered out, hands shoving into her pocket.

Pulling out the cream, she put a small dot on her finger before glancing up at the hybrid. Once again, hesitant, the hybrid gave a slight nod and turned his head to the side. Gently, the girl applied the cream to the marks left on his face.

“I read on your paperwork that you’re a Samoyed? I mean, your ears kind of give it away too.” She smiled as she pulled her hand back, “I used to have a close friend who was a Samoyed, she always had such bright white ears. It didn’t help that she kept dyeing her hair black and left her ears out.”

This caught the hybrids attention, “You’ve met a Samoyed before? I’ve never seen another one-”

“My older brother used to have a close friend who was Samoyed. She was always so active, I could never keep up with her. Always had such amazing stamina, my little chubby legs could never.”

She could only smile at the memories, she missed the hybrid. Her brother wasn’t too happy when it came to the topic, but he would talk about it if needed. She was taken away by a center because she wasn’t actually adopted. She was a stray he had found and decided to keep. When they found out, they took her away.

“Her name was Mina. She was a lovely person!” happy to be speaking about her, she watched the hybrid sip on his milk, “What’s your name?”

“Oh.. I’m Jimin. They didn’t tell you beforehand?” The hybrid asked, quietly, almost unsure of himself.

“It’s on the paperwork, but I would like to meet you guys how anyone would normally meet someone new, you know? I don’t care what they write on paper.”

The hybrid nodded at her words, going back to his drink. She took this as a sign to move along and meet the other hybrids, not sure how long it had been since she started talking to Jimin. He was a very quiet dog hybrid, she wondered if the other canines were the same.

She turned to grab another milk, glancing over the paperwork to know which pills were for the next hybrid. She knew he was a wolf hybrid, but they did not have the pills ordered correctly. If she knew they were this disorganized, she would’ve grabbed their medication herself.

“It’s the one with the large red pill.” a voice pulled her from her concentration.

Trusting the hybrid, she grabbed the cap of pills and stepped towards the wolf hybrid. She was not the best when it came to meeting new people, she had a good reason to speak with Jimin normally. He needed cream for his marks, but, the wolf hybrid was intimidating.

“Thank you for helping me. The worker seems to really not like his job. He’s made it very confusing for everyone but himself.” she spoke softly, knowing wolf hybrids spoke more confidently when the others were more submissive sounding.

Granted, it may have been a stereotype that she learned from schooling. She wasn’t too sure but she wasn’t going to test that logic either. Wolves seemed to be the most difficult hybrids to deal with when it came to tempers and aggression.

The wolf showed no aggression towards her, she felt like she was safe.

“The names Namjoon,” the wolf started, taking the items from her, “Yeah, he’s not the best worker here, you saw how he treated Jimin.”

“I’m still really sorry about that. I was in shock or I would’ve spoken up sooner. I did not think that the workers were so.. harsh.” she rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

“Don’t worry about it, a lot of us are used to it. Jimin just seems to be his main target most of the time. None of us understand why. Maybe because he’s the smallest, but eh, not much we can do about it.”

“I promise to try my best and not let that happen again. I’m your new caregiver anyways, he should stay gone. Or I’ll speak to Chanyeol again. He’s my friend, so, he should do something, right?”

She was speaking more to herself at this point, the wolf could tell. Though, he was confused about how she assumed Chanyeol was any better than the worker from before. He’s beaten the hybrids in the room. He’s done a lot worse and yet, she had no idea.

“It’s nice to meet you, Namjoon. I’m happy to be your new caregiver. I promise to do my best.” she spoke out a minute later, smiling at the wolf.

The hybrids in the room weren’t in a pack together, but he still appreciated her assuming they were. That means he would be making most of the decisions for the group. He had been here the longest and he knew the most, so this would help the group as a whole.

Watching her step away to grab the next set of medications, the wolf glanced around the room. He caught eyes with Seokjin, only giving a slight nod his way. The hybrid dropped his shoulders in relief. The eldest was the most worried about the group, sensing that she was a very new employee. Ignorance is bliss.

She hesitated when she had to step towards the next hybrid, him already giving her a nasty look. Swallowing her nerves, she gave a small smile and held the milk out for him.

“I.. I’m assuming you’re Suga? I think you’re the only feline in the room..” she whispered, the confidence draining from her body.

The hybrid took the milk and meds, downing them within seconds. He shrugged his shoulders at her words. He wasn’t too sure why she was so terrified of him. He knew he had a resting bitch face, but he couldn’t do anything to her while she was here.

“It’s Yoongi.” he spoke, licking over his lips, “Do you have anymore milk?”

She quickly nodded, moving to the box to grab another bottle for the cat. Once he got the bottle, he smiled at her to try and ease her nerves. The room was suffocating in them, he could barely breathe. She wasn’t entirely confused about the cat, but, she knew this was going to be quite the relationship between client and worker until they were separated into their own sections for hybrids.

“Yoongi? It’s pretty, means shine, a lovely name” She commented as she stepped over to the next hybrid.

Taking a break from the hybrids, she slowly walked back towards the medicine tray. She had already met three hybrids who all had very different personalities. Jimin was shy and quiet, not too sure what to say whenever he said anything. It’s almost like he triple checked in his mind before he spoke to her.

Namjoon knew what he was saying and was confident in himself, she was surprised that he was even sent to a center, honestly. Wolf hybrids weren’t entirely rare to see in the hybrid world, but seeing them in a center was a rare sight. They would rather send them in the wild than in a center full of hybrids. Sometimes its too much for them to concentrate or create bonds.

Though very much intimidated by the feline, Yoongi seemed to be a interesting one. Why did they give him a nickname like Suga? Was he returned from an adopter? He didn’t seem to keen on talking with her. Though, that could be a trauma response as well. Most hybrids go through trauma within just ten years of life.

“Are you alright?” a voice questioned beside her, scaring her

She pushed away from the new voice, hand slamming over her heart in quick movement. She didn’t mean to freak out over one of the hybrids speaking to her, she was just lost in thought.

“I am so sorry, I did not mean to freak out like that. I was just in thought. I have a bad memory, so remembering names is a bit hard.” she quickly moved to apologize, bowing slightly towards the hybrid.

“You were just staring at the table, I assumed you needed a bit of help.” Namjoon sheepishly acknowledged, “It’s okay if you don’t!”

“No, no, please, they’re not labeled and I don’t want to mix any medications up. I appreciate the help, I do. Again, I’m really sorry for getting scared, I should’ve been paying attention.”

Shaking his head, the wolf smiled and quickly went to put the medicines in order for the last four hybrids. He quietly named off the hybrids breeds in order for her not to mix them up. She mentally begged that he did not believe she couldn’t do her job. She was just nervous and trying to remember names.

“Thank you again, Namjoon, I get overwhelmed when things aren’t in order, I wish I had gotten the meds myself.” she admitted, muttering out a little curse towards the other worker.

Once again shaking his head, he moved back towards his seat. She appreciated the help, seeing as she almost gave the wrong hybrid the heat suppressant. She was glad she wouldn’t be messing up their medications. God knows how upset Chanyeol would be with her.

“Hi, uh, I want to assume you’re the fox hybrid?” quietly, she walked over to the male with the more pointed ears.

“Ah, yes, that’s me. My name is Seokjin, by the way, it’s lovely to meet you.” He was happy to take the items from her grasp, thankful for his meds.

“Its lovely to meet you as well, Seokjin, I hope we have a nice time working together.”

She couldn’t help the smile from appearing on her face, heart calming down. She was so worried to meet these hybrids and yet they’ve all been kind to her. Hell, Yoongi could’ve reacted a lot worse than he did, but he did introduce himself willingly.

“I.. I like your hair color.” she whispered, nervous now that she complimented without thinking.

“Thank you. I had just gotten it done before I was pushed into here. I think it’s a lovely orange shade.” Seokjin laughed at the compliment, thankful at a change in atmosphere.

“Ah, compliment me next, please? Pretty please?” another voice cut in between the two of them.

Y/N glanced over and caught the second dog hybrid pouting at the two of them. Nodding at his request, she quickly grabbed his things and came back over to speak with the excited pup. She was happy that one or two of them were happy to talk with her.

“I’m Taehyung, but you can call me Tae, I don’t mind, I feel like we’ll get close anyways!” He spoke, voice deep but louder than most of the other hybrids she met already.

“If you want me to call you Tae, I don’t mind at all. It’s a beautiful nickname.” She nodded at his words, opening his milk for him as his tail slapped against another hybrids chair.

She wanted to question why he sat sideways, but she as not going to do that just yet. He seemed extremely comfortable with her already, she wouldn’t wanna ruin that.

Grabbing the drink from her, making sure to be calm enough to not drop it, he quickly brought it to his mouth, gulping down the liquid. Without thinking, she tapped his wrist gently, whining at how quickly he drank.

“Be careful, Tae, you’ll end up with a stomach ache if you keep drinking so fast.” she rushed out, almost thankful when he pulls the drink away from his mouth.

Whining back at the worker, the pup listened and pulled the bottle from his lips, licking the milk that was strapped above his lip. She held the pill bottle towards him, tilting her head to see if he would be another willing hybrid, only to have the pill bottle pushed back towards her.

“You don’t want to take your pills? Why not? They’re supposed to make you feel really good and make sure your body is healthy.” She frowned, holding the pills up again.

“You take the pills for me then if that’s what they’re supposed to do. Pills are no no’s, you can’t take them, they’ll hurt you.” He sarcastically commented after her

“Hm, okay, how about we make a deal then? If you can take all your pills, i’ll give you another drink, how does that sound?”

He took a minute to think about the deal. It was obvious she was trying to bribe him into taking the meds, but this is the most fun he’s had in a while with any worker here. Pursing his lips just slightly, he looked over the girls face and hummed.

Seeing how hopeful she looked, he sighed in defeat and nodded at her words. Taking the cup of pills, he dumped them in his mouth and quickly drank the rest of his milk. Clapping her hands happily, she quickly moved back to grab him another milk, opting to grab a strawberry milk as a treat.

Taking the drink, he was happy to take little sips this time, wanting to savor the drink.

“So, I have a quick question to ask you, Tae, you know.. do dogs like to sniff hands like cats do? I know the full animal sniff the rears of their playmates but what do hybrids do?” She questioned with genuine confusion, looking away from the pup

“I do not.. and hybrids sniff as well, we just don’t sniff their asses like the full animals do. Also, Yoongi doesn’t do the whole sniffing thing either, he’s too mean, plus he has a sensitive nose, it always shows when Jimin and I are around him, but he never has an issue with Namjoon!” the pup almost vented to the worker.

She didn’t mind letting the canine to vent to her, she kind of found it cute. He did not mind talking to a stranger about the problems within the hybrid group. Though, she wasn’t surprised that he and Yoongi didn’t get along. Steretypically cats and dogs have never gotten along too well. Especially when they’re much older.

“I wouldn’t think he did, he didn’t seem so pleased with my presence, but it's something I knew was going to happen. And its nice to meet you, Taehyung, it’s a nice name, something unique.” She nodded at his words, stepping back towards the middle so she could move on, but still wanted to talk to the pup

“My owner gave it to me! she’s a really nice person, you know? She always gave me meat, so much meat, but then she stopped coming home, I think that maybe she was just visiting her family and they brought me here to watch after me.” He spoke loud enough so she could hear while she stepped away.

Turning her back to the hybrid, she frowned lightly. This could only mean two things and both ways, she didn’t like the idea of him finding out one day. The owner either passed away while away from the house or she had given up ownership to the center. Both ways are heartbreaking.

It wasn’t uncommon for hybrids to be taken from their owners either, it just seemed to more reasonable for someone to give up their ownership than the hybrid just be taken away. By law, it had to be a huge reason for your hybrid to be taken from you. Most places, the law passes over abuse, most mean trafficking or invalid adoptions. It was hard to learn in school, but one day it will change, everyone was sure of it.

Without speaking another word about the issue, she found herself standing in front of another hybrid, softening when their features formed into worry, probably realizing what the boy next to him had meant by what he said. He looked up at her and frowned, mentally asking if she understood.

“Will they ever tell him what happened? He hasn’t stopped talking about her since he got here and its been weeks. He thinks he’s going back with her when she gets back..” The hybrid started, a low whine falling from their throat.

“I don’t know when the center thinks would be the best time to tell him. I just know that when he is told, he’ll need some comforting. I know hybrids can read feelings and emotions a lot better than humans can, so, do you think you’d be able to help out?” she questioned softly, not sure how else to approach the situation.

“I could do my best. I’m just not too sure how much the poor thing could take. He’s like.. In love with the girl or something. It’s always Jieun this.. Jieun that. He never stops talking about her. Even Yoongi tried to say something and he just refused to take it as truth. He almost fought with the dude.. Taehyung did. Its weird.”

Not sure what else to say to the poor hybrid, she gently handed over the milk and pills. Maybe she’ll talk to Chanyeol about the situation and see what he thinks about it all. Hopefully when she gets close enough to the hybrid, she’ll be able to talk to him about it.

Taehyung seemed to be an extremely hopeful hybrid. It’s not something rare to see, but in a center it is. He seemed to be around her age as well in human years, meaning that he was old enough to forget all about child-like hopes and dreams. She’s curious about who his last owner happened to be.

Unlike Taehyung though, Seokjin seemed to be a very calm hybrid. He didn’t seem to mind talking to her like they were old friends. He was nice to speak with, very well educated and talked as if he had been with a high-class family. She wonders why they would give up such a delightful hybrid.

Feeling the atmosphere change, the hybrid in front of her pat her arm and got her attention, only giving a small smile, holding the cup back up towards her. They both knew the pup would be told sometime while here and they both knew that it wouldn’t be a pretty picture the minute he actually realized he had been abandoned.

“We’ll try and let him know slowly, so it doesn’t hurt him too much as he realizes. It’ll be a lot for him, but I think he’ll come out fine with a bunch of friends around him, you know?” she smiles, glancing over the canine one last time.

“I hope so, he’s a lovely kid, just has a childlike way of thinking. He’s hopeful,” the hybrid shrugged, turning back towards the girl with a nod, “I’m Hoseok, by the way, It’s nice to meet you finally, I’ve been waiting so long.”

She blushed, realizing she had been taking her time with meeting most of the hybrids, having talked to the five before him for over two hours. She hadn’t even realized how long it had taken her to introduce herself to them all. This is probably why she was a good fit for the job. She can have time pass really easily.

“You’re a red panda, right? A rare sight to see.” She admitted, trying to change topics.

“I am! I’m quite rare on this side of the world, yes, I’m not originally from here.” Hoseok nods,

“They really don’t teach us about red pandas in school, you know? We learn the very basics about pandas. I don’t think I learned anything about red pandas.”

Laughing at her comment, the hybrid shook his head. Of course it was rare to see red pandas talked about in schooling, they’re mostly only learned about when it came to natural habitat. Most of the time, they were taught in places like India and China, where you could actually find them. Not here.

“I guess we’ll both be teaching each other something. If you don’t mind.. I would like to learn about hybrid things as well! We can be each others teachers.” Hoseok smiled, hopeful.

“I would love that, actually. I would love to learn about red pandas. You are someone I take care of, I’d like to know more about you and your hybrid side. I’m sure there’s so much to learn as well. I’m excited.” She bounced on the balls of her feet.

Making plans with the hybrids was nice, she felt like she was getting along with mostly everybody. Standing back at the medicine table, she realized she only had one more pill cup left.

Glancing over at the last hybrid, she swallowed. She could tell why the hybrid was sent into a center. It broke her heart, but she knew how people and hybrids were. If they didn’t fit the usual stereotype of the hybrid, they weren’t wanted or cared about.

Most bunnies had small figures, shorter in height, smaller in size, most were grey or white colored, and they had more feminine features as well. This bunny seemed to be quite the opposite. His shoulders weren’t the broadest, but he definitely looked more masculine than feminine besides maybe his facial features. He was built larger than most as well, seemed about a few inches from six foot, larger thighs and biceps, he looked more like a man than a boy.

If she were seeing them from far away, ears hidden, she would assume the Samoyed and bunny were the opposite species. The pup had a figure closer to a stereotypical bunny while the bunny had the stereotypical body of a dog, she thought the stereotype breaking of both species was adorable. She loved the idea that you would be surprised seeing their species.

“The most rare breed of rabbit..” she spoke quietly as she red over the paperwork, glancing back over to the boy.

How in the world did one of the most rare breeds of rabbit end up in a center?

“Blanc De Hotot.. You are the most rare rabbit to exist. How are you here?” her voice came out weak, now that she was standing closer to the hybrid.

No, she did not realize how harsh the comment came out or how wrong it could sound to any of the hybrids in the room. She was completely shocked that someone willingly got rid of him. He was the most rare.

“When you aren’t sought after in sex work, they don’t want you anymore.” the hybrid spit, rolling his eyes are her comment, though, he was confused on how he was a rare breed.

“I’m sorry to hear that, I’m glad you refused such terrible work, I would rather be on the streets than to be forced to sleep with people I didn’t know. It’s a harsh business to work in, especially for hybrids.” her voice was barely audible by the human ear.

He tensed at her words but kept his eyes down as he grabbed the items from her hands, allowing himself to take the medications. It wasn’t the fact that he hated the sex work, it gave him a place to stay while also relieving himself of anger or frustration. But once he couldn’t take the work, he was shoved into the streets, a bunny who had only known labs and then sex work from a young age.

“At least while you’re here, you can take care of yourself and then get an owner who will take you in with care and not with ideas of slaving you around.” She smiled happily, completely confusing the poor bunny.

He was going to be sold off to someone else? He had no idea they they took in animals just to sell them off when they felt like it. He left for a reason. He wanted to live on his own and become his own person. He didn’t want to just be sold off to someone else. He’d rather staying this room with the people he had gotten used to being around, people who would become his friends or family, people he trusted to leave him in his own room without bothering him.

Anger built inside the bunny, fingers squeezing the milk bottle until the liquid exploded on both him and the worker, resulting in a small squeal falling from her lips as the cold liquid soaked into her clothing. He pushed up from his seat before slamming the bottle against the females chest, hearing the side doors shove open.

“Jungkook.. Please don’t.” her small voice came out, hands wiping at the wet feeling on her chest.

“They plan on reselling us? They plan on taking us in and then shipping us off to some new owner?” He snapped towards the male, ears twitching at the anger radiating from him

“No, no that’s not what i meant, that’s not what i meant at all.” The female tried to calm the hybrid down as well, letting the milk drop to the floor.

His hands raised before she was shoved to the side, hands gripping onto the medicine tray as the bunny stormed his way towards a side door. She whipped around and faced the fox hybrid, eyes widened before she realized exactly why the bunny stopped being forced into sexual work, he had a temper, a bad temper.

The same worker from before found his way next to the girl, smirk filling his lips as he watched her realized she had to actually be strong around the hybrids. She only rolled her eyes, wiping her clothes with her free hand, smiling sadly at the fox, hoping his body would relax from what happened.

“You can leave. I’ll clean up here and try speaking with the hybrid.” The girl muttered, grabbing the milk bottle from the floor.

“There’s not way you’ll make it a week. Chanyeol was an idiot for thinking you were a good fit with this group. They’re a group of unwanted hybrids with bad tempers. You’ll figure it out. Ones already shown his true colors. Just wait.” the man spoke, smirk only widening as the girl stared at him.

‘I do not care who you are or who you think you are to be speaking to me like that. These are my hybrids now. I want you out of this room or I will be calling Chanyeol. Do you think he’ll take sides with his friend or some rude worker who attacked a hybrid and threw milk on his friend before trying to scare her off?”

She knew what she said was manipulative or against her own morals but she refused to let some man sit here and tell her she wasn’t strong enough for this job. She would not back down. This is the job she wanted and the job she fought years of school for.

“Get out of my room.” her voice cracked as she spoke, but the fear now crawling up her legs was something she or the hybrids couldn’t ignore.

The male instantly went for the door after her threats, leaving the girl to bend over to try and calm her anxiety down. How the hell she had the balls to say that, she will never know. It scared her thinking on it.

“I’ll check on Jungkook and when I get back, I would like to know what you guys would like to eat or drink from now on. I’ll be ordering food from the cafeteria now and I would like for it to be something you guys will actually like.” she spoke, now quiet, scared she would sound too harsh.

Without giving any of them time to answer her or say anything, she made her way towards the door that Jungkook stormed off into. She took a deep breath, thinking about what to say when she’s in front of him. She hopes it’ll work out.

“I’ll go in and try to speak with him, if you hear any commotion, please do come in after me, you have every right to manhandle me if anything is happening as well, I get I'm not strong looking, but I do kick shins really well.” she spoke to the other hybrids.

Knocking gently, she pushed her way into the room when she hear a grunt in reply. When she closed the door, she gently backed up so her body was pressed into the cold metal. This is her time to try and make amends with the hybrid. If he forgave her or not was not up to her, this would take time.

Now that she looks around, it looks like a casual college kids room. posters rested against the walls here and there, a laptop even sat on a nightstand. How he was able to have one, she wouldn’t question. Weirdly enough, the room almost reminded her of her older brothers college dorm when he was still in college.

“Why are you in here?” the bunny snapped from his bed, hands bunched up in his lap.

“Jungkook, I want to apologize for what I said,” she bent her head down, trying to seem less intimidating, “I don’t think you’ll be sold off if you don’t want it. I make all final decisions, If you don’t want adopted, I can refuse any offers made until you know what you want. I can’t promise you that the others wont want to leave though, that’s up to them.”

The boy stayed quiet, watching the female as she waited for his reply. He wouldn’t be so forgiving, he couldn’t. He’s seen how horrible humans were. How horrible they would treat others and then how quick they would be to manipulate them into liking them after all of it. He couldn’t trust humans. He could trust Namjoon. Only Namjoon was trustworthy.

“I do not want to be sold off into another family. It’s bad enough being treated like another slave here, I don’t want to be owned by anyone. If you ever sell me off, I don’t know what I’ll do, but It will not be pretty.” The rabbit snapped out, standing from his bed to try and look big.

He didn’t need to try and look anything when the female was shaking like a leaf in front of him. How little was she told when she decided to take the job offer? How little does she know about this place?

“When things come out of the dark, I don’t want you to change your mind about this. If you’re here to be a caregiver, you stay. You are not allowed to leave, you hear me? Chanyeol can make you think what you want.. but when you see the truth.. you cant leave.”

hi <3

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warcrimesimulator · 3 years ago

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Oliver, 8/7/21 - 12/25/21

When my cat Noodle gave birth to three kittens on that early morning of August 7, I had no intention to keep them- raise them until they're old enough to surrender to the humane society, I told myself. I never intended for them to even exist in the first place, after all. I begged my parents to get Noodle fixed, which would, of course, mean aborting the kittens inside her.

But alas, Noodle gave birth to three seemingly healthy kittens that I never wanted. Except for one. The moment I saw that dark orange tabby with the swirled stripes, I knew I had to keep him. Oliver, a reference to a little orange cat of the same name from an animated Disney film I loved as a child.

I never really expected any of these kittens to die, but in early October, I lost the little gray girl. At that point I decided I'd keep the remaining two.

Oliver was a chaotic little creature. Very food aggressive- always growling. Bit me a few times while trying to steal food straight out of my hands. Tore up my brand new computer chair I had gotten from Ikea (although his brother also helped in that.) The vacuum cleaner was his greatest enemy. He was always standing on my laptop keyboard or falling asleep on top of the mousepad.

Despite being a chaotic little creature, though, he bonded strongly to me. The little guy loved people. If I was at my desk, he'd always be on my lap, or on top of the desk behind my laptop. If I was using my laptop on the bed, he was beside me (unless I had that one really soft blanket he hated and avoided like the plague, for whatever reasons.) At night he'd curl up under the covers and sleep nestled in at my side.

For four long, long months Oliver was the light of my life, and I was expecting him to live many years with me. I was preparing to get him neutered and to get his rabies vaccination. I even bought a harness for him so I could take him outside when he was fully grown. It was all in perfect timing, it felt- last year my beloved cat Millie ran away after someone left the front door open, and Oliver's presence was like the final step of healing from that loss. But on December 9, illness struck suddenly. It didn't seem like a big deal at first- sometimes cats get nauseous and lethargic, just like people do. But he never got better. I couldn't afford the diagnostics from an emergency vet, and I could only hope that the de-wormer, antibiotic, and anti-nausea meds I was given would save him. And for a few days, it seemed hopeful. But then he got worse again and it was a downward spiral from there. By the very end he wasn't even able to jump up on my bed anymore, and was anemic from a flea infestation I was trying to control to no success. And he died on this cold Christmas morning.

I'll never know what happened. I don't know if it was an intestinal obstruction or some sort of congenital illness. I don't know if this death was inevitable or if, had my family given me the money, he could have been saved- perhaps, even, if it could have been an easy fix. Thinking about the very real potential that this all could have been prevented fills me with despair and even rage, and I'll have to forever live with knowing that Maybe all of this was unnecessary and if something was done from the start, he could be sleeping beside me right now, as he always did, healthy and happy.

I'll never even know what specifically killed him. Did he starve to death? Did the anemia kill him? Did his body just go into toxic shock from long-term constipation? The last few hours of his life were spent in what was basically a vegetative state- his eyes were open, but he was not responsive and didn't seem to be conscious at all.

The unanswered questions and what-ifs that I'll have for the rest of my life hurt as much as the loss itself.

This is the last picture I took of him before he got sick, chilling with mama Noodle on my bed:

Oliver was a good boy. A great boy. He was my greatest non-human friend, and also my biggest regret. He should have never existed.

I hope he knows he was loved, even in those two weeks of suffering leading to the end.

#personal #long post

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anonymoushouseplantfan · 5 years ago

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Sorry for the long post but I was reading your blog about all these recent situations with pets and I almost started crying because I have been going through this for the last two months and I have been so upset. A lot of my friends and family have dogs but none have been in this particular situation so I am in uncharted waters with my new dog being a rehomed pup.

Last month I adopted a beautiful one year old maltipoo from a family who could no longer keep her. She is the perfect pup and is housebroken and Understands some basic commands but had some behavior issues. The first night I brought her home she was completely enthusiastic and I had no issues with her crying or being upset from being taken away from the family that cared and raised her for a year. I found that odd because it was as she was my fur baby since the beginning! She got along with everyone at home and settled into a routine in about two days.

Within a Week I found out she had none of her shots, is not on any anti flea or tick meds, and was not spayed. They told me they couldn’t bear to give her the rabies shot because it’s painful! I got so angry because here is this beautiful sweet little girl whose health could be at risk because they were so careless. Her paws were very sensitive and couldn’t touch them without her trying to bite you. She hated the The harness they made her wear because it was digging into her underarms. She was not socialized at all. I have had her for 2 months and I have gotten all her meds and shots done and passed all medical tests with flying colors. I was taking her to the vet nearly 2-3 time a week to get everything done but it was worth it! They had her on some raw food diet???? I was able to get her off that and on a good diet now. I got rid of everything they gave me and bought her all new stuff with excellent quality. Got her a harness with Velcro straps so it won’t hurt her and she loves it.

Her behavior issues are pretty much resolved because I took time to understand her and get to know her. Last night she learned to shake “paws” and I can touch her paws with ease! No more growling or attempts to bite! She has learned so many tricks and we are starting training school next month. She is so so much more happier and that every time I think about I cry because when she first arrived she was afraid of everything. She has friends at the dog park now and is happy to see other dogs. But her previous owners now are constantly asking me for them to take her for night or weekend. They are seeing the progress she is made and how happy she is. At first they were asking for updates a few times a day so I decided to give them on my instagram so they can follow her through there and I can stop with the text messages. It would personal way for them to keep in touch and see how my dog is doing but I can create some distance since I get so uncomfortable with every message I receive. That first week the woman kept asking me for updates and I felt as if I was just pet sitting! It made me feel really bad because she was my dog now and I was her family and caregiver. I knew them for a whole of 10 minutes and during the initial exchange and they were more concerned about the fee I payed for all her stuff) then about about her. I have tried so hard to be sympathetic and put myself in their place thinking how hard it must be for them. I told them I don’t mind meeting at a park halfway for an hour or two once a year or once in maybe six months and they keep responding back saying they want to take her for a weekend and told me not to worry about them not bringing her back. How am I not supposed to worry when they something like that! Last message was they were going out of town and wanted to take my dog with them!! They keep using her old name even though I told them I was not keeping her old name (which I changed because it has a stupid name and I could not keep that name). It took all of one day for her to respond to her new name and never had an issue since. I messaged back saying I am not uncomfortable by this request. I have semi blocked them on instagram. I do not want to keep doing this and I do not want to keep in any contact at all. I don’t know what to do. I keep going back and forth with trying to be sympathetic and doing what makes me comfortable and best for my dog. I honestly don’t trust them with her after everything I know now.

- again I am so sorry Plant for the long post. This has just been on my mind and heart for so long now. If you do not feel comfortable or find this for any reason not appropriate, then you do not need to post/publish. Thank you for allowing me to vent.

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I am so sorry, anon. I did not mean to trigger anyone with my story. Stay strong and go no contact. She’s your pupper now.

Dogs take time and attention and a firm but loving hand and some people just don’t have the time for that. They want a shortcut.

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The Lady in the Black Leather (Ch16)

catch up here [chapter 15]

Graham McTavish , Lee Pace & Phantom

Graham calls Lee and they agree to meet at the nearest pet store. Graham gets out of his Jaguar and opens the door for Phantom and signs ‘come’. Phantom hops down with the leash in his mouth. Graham chuckles and grins, then pulls out his phone and snaps a picture. “I guess he’s taking himself for a walk?” he texts Richard and your phones.

Graham signals to Phantom to ‘come’ and begins to walk to the doors of the pet store. Phantom stays right by Graham’s side, carrying his leash in his mouth. He stops when Graham does, to let cars pass and then follows him into the store. Graham leans down just inside the store and signals for him to ‘drop’ the leash and he does.

Graham stoops down to pick it up and tucks it into his pants pocket, knowing he will follow and not run off.

Lee is standing by the aviary display watching the bids near the entrance. He sees Graham walk in and smiles at him. “Ahhh! Graham! How are you? Recovered from that wonderful party Rich had?” He teases.

Graham grins and nods. “Yes, I’ve recovered. Lee this is Harley’s new service dog; his name is Phantom. If ya’d like to meet him, hold out yer hand like this so he can smell it.” Graham instructs him.

He holds out his hand and Graham tells the dog, “Phantom, this is our friend Lee. He’s ok to be around us.” Phantom stands and sniffs Lee’s hand and gives it a lick and puts his head under Lee’s hand.

“He’s telling ya that ya can pet him now.” Graham informs Lee.

Lee grins and gives the fluffy dog a good scratching along his collar. “Wuff!” Phantom says to him and Lee grins.

He stands back up and chuckles. “He looks like a huge, black, fluffy wolf.” he states.

Graham grins. “Yup. So far according to Richard, he’s only met three people he didn’t like, and he let the guys know it in no uncertain terms. Ye should see him when he’s pissed and his heckles are raised!” Graham chuckles.

Harley would’ve had to sic Phantom on the one guy since he was pressing his luck and wasn’t listening to her warnings. And a while ago Rich had to sic the dog on Harley’s ex when he attacked them outside Aiden’s apartment. Her ex managed to still fire off a round, which hit Harley in the leg, but both Rich and Harley will be fine. They’re at the hospital now. Harley just came out of surgery to get the bullet wound fixed. She’ll be there for about a week or so.”

Lee raises his dark eyebrow and looks at Graham surprised. Graham nods.

“Well, I’m glad they have Phantom to protect her now. How’s the situation going with her ex?

“Well, he’s violated the restraining order multiple times now, threatened Harley, me and the guys, torched her old apartment which displaced three families, and shot her boss; putting him out of commission for a month and a half, attacked Rich and Harley at the apartment and shot Harley in the leg when Phantom tried to disarm him…so her ex is in some pretty hot water and has a LOT of pissed off people ready to pound him into the ground.

The cops have him and his lackeys in custody at the moment and I’m hoping they don’t let him out anytime soon.” Graham replies matter of factly. “Oh, and he resisted arrest the first time they got him, and he injured some of the officers.”

Lee looks at Graham wide-eyed

Graham replies, “Yup, that about sums it up.” And then starts walking to grab a shopping cart.

Lee just shakes his head. “Where does Miss Harley work?” he asks.

Graham grins. “There’s a used bookstore and coffee shop near the studio. It’s called ‘Evermore Coffee & Books’.

It’s owned by a retired cop, Todd, and she works for him there. He is the twin brother to the officer who is handling her case.” He tells Lee. “Though, she’s now out of work till he gets well enough to open the shop back up. And till she recovers; she won’t be going too many places either” Graham replies.

“I’m sorry to hear about Harley and her boss. Hopefully they both will be back on their feet and able to open the shop soon.” Lee replies as the two men start to head through the store. “I might have to stop in there and check it out once it’s re-opened.” He muses.

Lee asks Graham how you met Rich and Graham tells him that Rich literally bumped into you on the dance floor at the Squawking Raven and then he introduced him to you later that night.

Lee chuckled. “Leave it to you to play matchmaker. How do you know her?” he asks.

Graham giggles. “I literally ran into her and nearly knocked her off her feet that morning when she and her friend Scarlett were walking to a store to look at jackets to go with her new wardrobe. They had just left one store and were talking as they walked; I was messing around on my phone, not watching where I was going, and plowed into her. If I wouldn’t have reacted as quick as I did, she would’ve been landing on her ass pretty hard.” he told Lee.

“I hung out outside and was talking to Aiden and Martin on my phone while the girls shopped at various stores. One of them I had a clear shot view to the fitting area; and well, she gave me a mini fashion show as she showed her best friend what the different outfits she picked out looked like on her.” Graham informs Lee with a huge grin.

“Scarlett said it’s tradition when they shop that when they try on an outfit, they do a catwalk and twirl in it as if they were on a fashion show runway. I spotted them and stayed to enjoy the show.” He laughs.

Lee looks at Graham surprised. “Really? So that was why Richard said you were raving about her. He mentioned you saw this beautiful woman and she literally took your breath away.” Lee laughs. “He didn’t say anything about you almost knocking her on her ass tho!” he chuckles. “He kept saying you told him she was a spunky little thing and sassy and that you kept teasing him that he’d get along great with her.” Lee tells Graham.

Graham grins and nods and stops at the dog food and texts Rich to look at the sheet in Harley’s bag to see which one Mark had recommended. Rich digs out the paperwork and texts Graham what it is, and he grabs two bags and tosses them under the cart.

Then they move to the aisle with the flea/tick and heartworm meds and grab them as well.

Lee goes to look at the grooming stuff for dogs and then looks at Phantom. He asks Graham if he has any idea what to get for a dog like Phantom. Graham shakes his head and Lee spots an employee. He calls the employee over and asks her if she knows what to get for a dog like Phantom. She looks at the dog and asks if she can pet him to see what kind of fur he has.

Graham goes through the process of introducing her to Phantom and he accepts her as being ok.

She lifts up his vest and examines his thick fur around his heckles. She nods and goes over to the de-shedding comb/brush and explains that this would be best for him since he has such a thick coat and undercoat.

She asks what kind of breed he is, and Graham tells her he is a mix of two Belgian breeds, one being a sheepdog. She goes over to their book section at the end of the aisle and grabs two books. “Are these the two breeds?” she asks. Graham looks at them and nods. “Yup. I can never remember how to say the one starting with the T.”

She suggests they get the two books. “They will help you understand the natures of the dogs he is bred from and will give you suggestions on how to care for him properly.” She tells Graham.

He thanks her and explains they are shopping for a friend who is in the hospital and that the dog is hers. She nods and puts the books in the shopping cart.

The girl chuckles, “Come on, I’ll show you what all you’ll need then. I’ve had dogs all my life.” She tells Lee and Graham. They nod and Graham signals Phantom to ‘come’ and he follows.

Lee and Graham walk behind the employee and visit while the female employee helps them shop for the stuff you’ll need.

Graham lets Phantom pick out some toys; the dog takes his time looking at the options, sniffing them, pawing at them, and picking them up and giving an experimental chew. He settles on a ball, a squeaky mallard duck, a huge rope with knots on the end and a big rawhide bone.

The clerk shows them the different options for bowls and recommends the ceramic or metal ones. She says they never had luck with the plastic ones and the dogs always got acne on their chins from them cuz of the static and dust clinging to the plastic.

Lee picks a stand that holds the water and the food bowls up off the floor and has metal bowls. She shows Graham a neat silicone collapsible bowl and bottle you can keep in your bag for Phantom when you are away from the apartment. She tells him that you can use the bowl for both water and food. He likes the idea and tosses them in the cart too. She suggests that since he is a service dog, that you keep a large zip baggie of his food with you at all times since he goes with you everywhere. Graham nods and tells her he will tell you what she recommended.

Lee grabs one of those clip-on baggie dispensers for the leash and a refill pack of the baggies; then Graham lets Phantom pick out a bag of treats.

The female employee recommends a toothbrush and toothpaste and shows the two men how they work.

Phantom seems to like it and lets her brush his teeth, smacking his lips once she got done, making Lee chuckle. “must taste good?” he asks.

The clerk laughs, it’s a meat flavor, most dogs absolutely love it. Graham tosses a pack in and the clerk says that’s about all you’ll need. She says some people get their dogs special ‘pet beds’ but she says a good, thick blanket or even a big throw pillow works just as well.

Graham shrugs. Lee laughs, “Well let’s go see what they got here. Maybe we’ll find something he’ll like.” He suggests.

“Ok.” Graham says, and the clerk shows them where they are. Lee looks at all the different ones and asks the clerk which one most dogs like. She pulls down three different ones.

Graham squats down and asks Phantom, “Want yer own bed, or are ye gonna end up on Harley’s bed snuggling with her?” Phantom looks at the dog beds and then back at Graham. “It’s okay, boy, go check them out and see what ye think.” he tells him.

He sniffs them and hesitantly steps in each one and walks around in them. He doesn’t seem too impressed and comes back over to Graham and looks at him confused.

Lee chuckles, “No, don’t like those?” he asks. The clerk chuckles and puts them back on the shelf. Then she pulls down a fluffy grey one and plops it on the floor.

Phantom looks at Graham, who tells him to go try it. He walks over, sniffs it and walks around it then hesitantly steps on in and ‘woofs’ and flops down on it and starts to roll around.

Graham and Lee are cracking up laughing and so is the clerk. Lee and Graham are grinning and enjoying the dog’s antics.

Lee chuckles when Phantom won’t get off it and says, “I think we have a winner.” Graham finally coaxes Phantom off the dog bed and Lee goes and picks it up and flops it in the cart.

They thank the clerk for all her help, and she beams, “Happy to help!” She squats down and tells Phantom, “You enjoy that new bed and your new home, boy. Be good for your owner, ok?” she says as she scratches his neck. He gives her a “Woof” and licks her hand.

Graham chuckles and starts to head for the cashier and Lee grins. He thanks the gal and gives her a $50 as a tip. Her eyes get huge and he just grins and puts his finger to his lip and gives her a wink.

She nods, pockets it, and tells him thank you.

He nods and goes to follow Graham and Phantom and pushes the cart to the front of the store. He grins, “I got this Graham. My treat.” He says. “You paid for Phantom, and Rich paid for the training, am I correct?” he asked. Graham nodded.

“Well I said I would pay for the supplies and the pet deposit for Harley, which was paid this morning.” He informed Graham with a grin.

Graham unloaded the cart onto the counter then notices a machine by the door and goes over to look at it. It makes tags for people’s pets. He squats down and looks at the tags on Phantom’s collar, he already has one with his name on it, but it doesn’t have your name or contact info on it.

Graham turns and looks at the different options for the tags. Looking at them, he decides on a bright yellow dog bone. He types in: My name is Phantom. For the front of the tag, for the back you write, if found call: Harley (xxx-xxx-xxxx) or Mark (xxx-xxx-xxxx) since he trained Phantom.

Graham then has the machine make the tag.

He watches as it is engraved and then is dropped into the bin. He reaches in and grabs it out and looks at it. Grinning, he takes it up to the till. Lee grins and holds out his hand

“It’s only $3.00. I think I can handle that.” Graham replies grinning.

“All right.” Lee says as he goes to pay for the purchases. The cashier hands him the receipt and thanks him for shopping. Then she turns to Graham and he hands her the tag. She rings it up and he hands her the money for it. She gives him a receipt and the tag back, then asks if the dog would like a treat. Graham asks Phantom if he would like a treat.

He sits and raises his paw. The cashier leans down and shakes his paw and gives him the treat. “Good doggie!” she says. “Wuff” ***crunch crunch crunch*** he replies and munches on the treat, making everyone giggle.

Graham thanks her and they head out. “Thank ya Lee.” Graham tells him. “Harley will really appreciate the help.”

My pleasure he says quietly. I haven’t seen Richard so happy and content in a long time.” He tells Graham. “She’s been good for him, despite the mayhem lately. But that will calm down soon enough.” Lee states. “I will stop up later in the week to see how she is doing. Tell her I wish her a speedy recovery.” Lee says then leans down to pet Phantom.

“You be a good boy and keep Harley safe, ok?” he says.

***pants pants pants*** “Wuff!” Phantom replies.

Lee and Graham chuckle and Lee tells Graham he will see him later. Then heads for his car. Graham puts the purchases in the Jaguar then lets Phantom do his business and they head out back to the hospital. He carries one of the bags of food, the dog bed, and the bags of purchases up to Harley’s room.

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itsthesinbin · 7 years ago

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Old World Blues: The Big Fucking Dig (Chapter 2)

got trough with this MONSTER of a chapter. ill probably post chapter three on tumblr, and then after that I’ll be exclusively posting to ao3

“Heather-centric. Heather is trying to find a way to make caps while she and her mother rest in Goodneighbor. Our favorite ghoul No-Nose comes to her with a proposition. Heather dissociates a couple times during the duration of the big dig.”

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Melinda and Heather decided to stay in Goodneighbor for a while. They decided stocking up and resting was top priority- or, well, Heather and Codsworth did. Melinda wanted to go ahead and go to Diamond City, but couldn’t hide her aching joints and back from her daughter. Heather knew the extended running and walking was taking its’ toll on her mother- she was active before the war, but not to this extent.

Their only problem at the moment? Caps. They had a minimal amount- mayor Hancock was nice enough to pay for their room for a couple more days, but after that, they were on their own. Heather never had to worry about money this much, before. Nate was the money-maker in the house- she just got what she could for selling her paintings at flea markets.

Heather had to take a walk- clear her head. She called for Dogmeat, telling Melinda that she’ll be back later. The tired woman told her to be careful, before laying back down. Codsworth swore he’d watch Melinda like a hawk, in Heather’s absence.

Heather decided to stick to the back alleys of Goodneighbor, clutching her bat as she strolled. Dogmeat trotted along beside her, panting happily, when the sound of sliding metal caught their attention. Heather looked up, spotting a ghoul looking through a slit on a metal door. The ghoul squinted, before tilting her chin at the human. A silent “come here”.

Heather hesitated, before sucking up her apprehension and marching towards the door. The woman on the other side of the door looked her over, not… incredibly impressed with what she saw. A small, soft human with barely any protection, aside from her vault suit, a bat, and a couple pistols. She’d have to do, the ghoul thought.

“You lookin for work,” Bobbi asked, putting on a more pleasant tone than she’d like. Heather thought this was too good to be true.

“What kind of work?” Bobbi cringed slightly- this woman even sounded too naive to do anything. She smiled slightly at the thought. Perfect. She needed naivety.

“It’s good work- under the supervision of the best boss you’ll ever have. As long as you don’t mind a little manual labor, and don’t ask too many questions, of course. I’ll give you fifty caps to start- you in?” Heather blinked slightly- only fucking FIFTY?- before frowning.

“Come on, lady, you can do better than that,” Heather huffed, making Bobbi scowl. “Fine, fine- take a hundred up front”. Heather crossed her arms, her bat swinging against her side.

“This is just a rip-off!” Growling, Bobbi rubbed her forehead.

“One-fifty. Take it, or leave it”. Heather’s demeanor immediately went from annoyed to delighted. A quick nod confirmed that the price was set. Bobbi opened the door, allowing her and Dogmeat inside. She motioned for Heather to follow, and the two set off into the ghoul’s home.

After walking into Bobbi’s basement, she sat down on a chair. She looked Heather over once more, before pulling out a cigarette.

“You ready to get to work, kid,” she asked, taking a drag of the tobacco. Heather coughed as the smoke blew in her face.

“No,” she drawled, waving the smoke away. “I followed you down here for some good ol’ exercise”. Bobbi rolled her eyes, crossing her legs and leaning back against the chair.

“Funny,” she said dryly. “Well, you’ll get plenty of exercise here. You-” she emphasized the word by jabbing her hand, holding the cigarette, in Heather’s direction “- are going to be doing some digging”. “What are we digging for? Buried treasure?”

“Your sass is gonna get you killed, kid. You could call it buried treasure, if you want, but seriously. Lay off the questions. The other two are down there digging already,” she growled, pointing to a small tunnel leading out of the basement. “Go give ‘em a hand, will ya?”

Heather grumbled, heading down the tunnel. She heard a couple men talking, and one waved her over. She followed them down, but heard a strange clicking noise in the next chamber.

“What the hell’s that noise,” Heather said, readying her bat. The men looked around, one yelling in shock when he saw something move down the stairs.

“It’s crawling with mirelurks!” Mire-what. The men started running.

“Bobbi can shove it!” “Good luck, new girl!” WHAT.

“H-hey- where the fuck are ya’ll-!” She heard clicking and screeching. Looking down, she saw… giant, mutated crabs? Three of them, to be exact. Scuttling right towards her and Dogmeat.

“Oh what the FUCK,” she screamed, foregoing the bat in favor of one of her firearms. Dogmeat snarled, barking and springing into action. He was smacked at by a mirelurk, and Heather shot at one that got a bit too close to her liking.

Her hands began to shake. She couldn’t keep shooting like this. She looked around- there had to be something she could use.

A broken pipe, the end jagged enough to rip through the soft underside of the creatures. That’ll work. She slid across the ground, grabbing the short pipe. A mirelurk followed her, whacking her across the back and tearing at her with its claws.

She roared, shoving the end of the pipe through the beast’s head. It didn’t immediately kill it, but the beast stopped moving. One more jab quickly ended it. She ran at the one attacking her dog, screaming as she did the same action to the mirelurk.

The third one gripped her leg, tearing into the material of her jumpsuit. She hissed in pain, beating the monster on the head with the pipe to try and get it to let go. When she hit it on the eye, it finally released her. With shaking hands, she brought the pipe up and jammed it into the beast’s eye socket. She dropped onto her backside as it fell, nearly hyperventilating. Dogmeat whined, nudging her and licking her face.

She brought her hands up, the skin and cloth covered in blood. She went to the dirty water, washing it off as best she could. She stared into the water, wide-eyed, thinking back to how the mirelurk’s exoskeleton cracked under the pipe.

It reminded her of the raider’s from Concord.

Before she could dwell on the memory, Bobbi, and a man with an eyebot trailing behind him, came into the tunnel. She scowled at the woman kneeling by the water.

“What is going on in my tunnel,” she growled, the man looking Heather over with a curious expression. Heather stared at her for a moment, before her look went from confused to furious.

“What’s going on? What the HELL were these THINGS in your tunnel, lady,” she yelled, kicking a dead mirelurk’s shell. She examined the corpses, scoffing.

“Gonna take more than a couple mirelurks to stop me… You stuck around, at least. Guess you get a promotion, missy. You get to be my new muscle”. Heather wanted to say no- get out of this monster-infested tunnel- but… she had to stick with it. For the caps. Reluctantly, she nodded. She went over, grabbing her discarded bat the feet of the new man.

“This is an old friend of mine- Mel. He, and his little contraption, are going to be helping us dig into the Diamond City strongroom”. Ironic. The very place she was trying to get to was their theft destination.

“This better not take out of my pay,” Heather mumbled. Bobbi smiled- a grin full of false promises. “Don’t worry- there’ll be plenty in the strongroom”. “Strongroom?” “Mayor’s strongroom full of meds, food, caps- things to keep the entire city running. Now, if you’re ready, let’s get going”. They didn’t give Heather a chance to respond before they just… went on ahead. Heather’s brows furrowed, feeling her eyes water with frustration. She scrubbed her eyes, her and Dogmeat following the ghoul and her partner.

Heather couldn’t help but scream when Sonya blew up a whole fucking wall. “PLEASE fucking warn me before something like that happens,” Heather pleaded. Mel and Bobbi rolled their eyes in response.

Mirelurks. The damn tunnel was FULL of fucking mirelurks. Heather wanted to die. She almost DID die a couple times. She hated this. It was too cramped to fight these fuckin things.

Imagine her relief when they exited into a more open subway tunnel.

“Bobbi if I have to fight one more mirelurk I’m taking this BAT and SHOVING IT-”. A guttural noise made Heather pause. She looked over, spotting a… very thin person shambling towards them. Do people live down here?

It ran at them. It gurgled and hissed, burnt flesh finally showing in the light. Heather felt herself start to dissociate. That was not a person.

More of them stood upon hearing gunshots. Heather’s consciousness was no longer in the fight. She’s fully dissociated into the next realm.

After the fight, as they looted the corpses, Heather snapped back to reality.

“What the absolute SHIT were these things,” she asked, making Bobbi sigh. Does this kid not know a damn thing?

“Feral ghouls. There’s probably a lot more down here, so be ready”. “HELL no, I’m getting the fuck out of- holy shit is that a shotgun,” Heather gaped, attitude doing a complete turn. She picked up the weapon, finding some shells on the ground near it. She loaded the weapon, grinning ear to ear.

“OH I am SO turned on right now”. “Excuse me,” Mel said, doing a double take. “I said I’m fine now let’s go”. Heather, embarrassed she actually said that out loud, hurried off down the tunnel. Mel and Bobbi shared a look.

“Man, you sure know how to pick ‘em, Bobbi”. “Didn’t seem this crazy when I hired her,” was all the ghoul said, before they followed the shorter woman down the tracks.

The entire damn place was filled with ghouls. Heather wasn’t as deterred as she was with the mirelurks, though, with her new weapon. The first time she blew a ghoul’s head clean open, she let out a victorious cackle that made Bobbi consider leaving her behind.

Making their way through the subway tunnels, they came into a big room full of broken down Mr. Handys, and… more ghouls. Wanting to save ammunition on her new shotgun, she pulled out her bat and busted some skulls in when they got too close. Bobbi and Mel took care of actual gunfire.

“As crazy as you are, missy, you sure can beat down a ghoul,” Mel said, as Heather caught her breath. “Where’d a vault dweller learn to fight like that?”

“The usual response is “I had a brother”. My actual response is I was just an asshole kid that loved getting in fights. Although, smacking people in the face ain’t my favorite way of fighting,” she said, starting to follow the two again. Mel grunted slightly, wanting her to elaborate.

“I would be fighting dirty, but I don’t think kicking a ghoul in the burnt nuts would do much, at this point”. Mel couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

The three reached a room that had two separate paths- one leading into a basement, the other into more of the sewers from before. A clicking noise deep in the sewers made Heather shake her head furiously.

“No, no, no, no- This way”. She immediately went into the basement area. The door was locked by a terminal, which Mel easily used to let them out.

“There’s a brewery near our strongroom- this must be the basement to that brewery,” Bobbi said, readying her weapon when she heard hissing. Mel smirked.

“Brewery, you say?” “Mel. No”.” “Jeez, Bobbi, just kidding”.

Heather looked down through the broken floor, seeing something… glowing. And moving. She moved closer to Bobbi, talking in barely a whisper.

“What the hell is that?” Bobbi glanced at it, doing a double take before pulling out her weapon.

“Glowing ghoul. Tough son of a bitch. Get ready, kid”. It hissed when it saw them, rushing forward. Heather screamed, alerting the other ghouls nearby. Bobbi’s gonna kill this woman, herself.

Once the ghouls were dealt with, the group made their way through the broken basement, stopping a big wall that Sonya could blast down. Mel looked around, arms crossed.

“If Bobbi’s directions are correct- and I sure have my doubts- the strongroom should be right through there”. He glanced over making sure Bobbi wasn’t listening in on their conversation. She was too preoccupied looting a couple corpses nearby. Heather asked what he meant by doubts.

“It just doesn’t seem like we’re under Diamond City. Bobbi’s probably hiding something about this job-”. He shut up as Bobbi strolled over to them. Without a word, he made Sonya blast down the final wall. They walked into a large chamber, a cement ceiling hanging above them. Great… now Heather’s socks were even more soaked than before. Bobbi shared the same sentiment.

“Well, we’re right under the Diamond City strongroom”. Mel, having his doubts still, asked if she was sure this was the correct place. He said he’s been mapping it out in his head, and thinks Diamond City should be more to the north. Bobbi gave him a smile.

“I don’t have a doubt in my mind, Mel. How about a little trust for your boss?” Heather wanted to argue, but didn’t want to risk losing the caps. As much as she doubted they were under Diamond City, she kept her mouth shut. Bobbi seemed to be pleased with that.

“We still need a way up there, though. Mel,” she started, turning towards her companion. “Think your robot can work here?” Mel gave her a look, as if she just asked him to punch through the concrete above him, himself.

“You kidding? Look at this place! The foundation’s already crumbling! One blast from Sonya and the place is gonna come crumbling down”. “Well,” Bobbi huffed. “Make it so”. Mel sighed, motioning for them to get out of the room. The group followed.

“We won’t wanna be in the room for this- collapsing foundation and all. Sonya, prepare for a blast at max power”. The eyebot beeped in reply, waiting until the group were outside. A loud boom confirmed that Sonya had done the deed.

“That didn’t sound good,” Mel said, running into the room. “I hope Sonya’s okay- Oh, no, no, no! Sonya!” Heather caught up with him, peeking over his shoulder. The robot was offline, partially destroyed.

“Rest in pieces, Sonya”. “Man, will you shut up for once, lady,” Mel grumbled as Bobbi and Dogmeat finally reached the two. Bobbi rolled her eyes, dismissing Mel’s distress.

“You can make another robot with the haul we get from the strongroom. Now come on”. Mel sighed heavily, rubbing his face, before following Bobbi up the makeshift ramp. Heather nearly lost her footing and almost slammed her face into the broken concrete. Thankfully, she didn’t.

Finally, they entered the goddamn strongroom. Only to be faced with the woman Hancock is always with, and a bunch of goons. Oh, for fuck’s sake, what NOW?

“Bobbi,” the woman sighed. “What are you doin here?” “Shit,” was Bobbi’s only response. Fahrenheit crossed her arms, a cigarette hanging from her lips.

“You seriously think Hancock wouldn’t catch wind of your scheme?” WHAT? “He took you in, Bobbi… and now you’re stealing from him?” Bobbi waved her off, angrily saying not to listen to the woman with the big gun. Heather felt her eyes roll into the back of her head for just a second, before a deep groan came from her.

“What does this have to do with Hancock,” she whined. “Yeah… about that. This isn’t the Diamond City strongroom, as Mel guessed”. “Oh fuck you, Bobbi,” Mel growled.

“I see the rest of you are in the dark about this,” Fahrenheit said, raising a brow in Bobbi’s direction. “Nice, No-Nose”. She turned her attention to Heather, in particular, eyeing up the shotgun in her hands, and the bat hanging off of her hip.

“You all just broke into Hancock’s storeroom- you know? The mayor of Goodneighbor?” Heather wanted to die immediately.

“Now, I know this isn’t what you guys expected,” Bobbi started. “There are still a ton of caps on the line here. Help me take her out, and all of it is ours”. “This is HANCOCK we’re ripping off here,” Mel hissed. “The guy tends to hold grudges!”

“Counter offer,” Fahrenheit boomed, catching the small group’s attention. “Just go back into your tunnel, and we can forget this ever happened. What do you say?” Heather REALLY didn’t want to go back into the ghoul hole. But like hell she was going to rip off Hancock, after what he’s done to help her and her mother. She turned to Bobbi.

“Come on, Bobbi- if we leave now, at least we leave with our lives. Are some caps and other bullshit worth dying over?” Bobbi hesitated, before letting out a small growl.

“Well, shit,” she said, running a hand through her hair. “You’re right, I guess. I’m not one to give up, but… I know when I’m outmatched. Let’s… just go”. She and Mel started heading back for the tunnel. Fahrenheit called out to Heather, hurrying down the stairs.

“You made the right move, missy- Hancock might’ve kicked you and your mother out, if you had gone through with this”. “Yeah… I’d rather not test his patience”. Fahrenheit smirked slightly, a small huff of a laugh leaving her nose. She snapped her fingers, motioning for one of her triggermen to come over. Heather was handed a large gun case.

“Take this, kid. A token for doing the right thing”. Heather grunted at the weight of the case. “Don’t tell your mother where you got it, either. Don’t want an old woman nagging me about giving a gun to her kid”.

“Hancock will be happy to hear about your loyalty- you should pay your respects in person. It’s best to stay on his good side. Trust me,” she said, whispering the last part in a way that made Heather feel things she really shouldn’t towards a woman who was ready to kill her. A little flustered, she simply nodded, watching Fahrenheit walk away. She opened the case, seeing a fucking minigun, modded with incendiary ammunition. Heather let out the worst wheezy cackle anyone could hear, making a couple of the triggermen uncomfortable as she headed back to Goodneighbor.

Oh, she is so turned on right now.

She didn’t see Bobbi when she finally exited into the city. Guess she ran, knowing Hancock was probably gonna be after her ass. She was tempted to go back to the hotel, but… knew she had to go see Hancock.

“Well, if it ain’t Bobbi’s little patsy,” he laughed as Heather entered the room. Heather looked down, not particularly proud of what happened, which made the ghoul sigh. He pulled out a bag of caps, handing them over.

“Here- for protecting my stash. Probably more than what Bobbi No-Brain was gonna give you, anyway”. She was surprised he was giving her anything, but thanked him nonetheless. Caps made her do this, and she still got what she needed in the end. She tucked them away, looking up when Hancock sighed. He pulled his hat off his head, staring at it for a second.

“Lemme tell ya, kid, this classy little hat of mine is getting damn heavy. Am I turning into the man? Some kinda tyrant? I spend all my time putting down the people I would’ve been happy to scheme with just a few years ago…” He put his hat back on, crossing his arms.

“I need to take a walk again- get a grip on what really matters: Living free”. “Aren’t you the mayor? Can you really just leave?” Hancock laughed.

“Mayor’s still a mayor, whether he’s “in-residence” or not. Walked out plenty of times. Keeps me honest. Stay here too long, and the power’ll go to my head. That’s not what Goodneighbor’s about”. Heather hesitated. She knew her mother wouldn’t like this, but…

“Say you came with me and my mom… what’d that look like?” Hancock grinned, explaining he’s a man of the people- helping the underdog and stabbing anyone that’d try to keep them down.

“I know we already see eye-to-eye on the “getting your hands dirty” aspect of life. Can’t follow ya into Diamond City, but… anywhere else? I’m your ghoul. What d’ya say?” He stuck his hand out, casual grin still hanging on his face. Heather couldn’t help but grin back. She shook his head.

“Alright, Hancock, you’re in. We’ll swing back after we get through in Diamond City and pick you up. Sound good?” “Sounds great- although, if things get too bad, I’m not above sneaking in with a mask on. It’ll be a shame, covering up this handsome face, but I’ll be there if you need me”. They let go of each other.

“Now,” she said, picking up her new gun case. “Wish me luck and hope I don’t die. Gotta tell mom what the hell just happened today”. Hancock let out a loud laugh, waving her off and wishing her luck.

She’s gonna get smacked so hard when she gets to the hotel.

#fallout 4 #ocs #heather #melinda #sole survivor #john hancock x sole survivor #hancock x sole survivor #paladin danse x sole survivor #fic #mods ao3

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terrialaimo · 4 years ago

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Girl Cat Spraying Stunning Ideas

This would allow the cat sprayed on the area, but this is where you live in a spray bottle of water will harmlessly surprise a cat that seems to get rid of your problem.A more serious cases, blood transfusions may be worth a try.Like people, cats come with a human being, up to date.Regular physical examinations by your cat, while steadily moving closer and closer.

Sometimes you may want to do when kitty does his to you.At the end of the habitat with insecticides intended specifically for the cat.Plastic or adhesive sheets are effective for your cat.Remember it will just have a diminished or non-existing reaction to being handled, or refuse food?Litter box must be able to keep it an even younger age than this; consult your vet.

If your cat goes potty in the desired behavior such as the Persian need this kind of grief or problems.Generally, when your cat in a room or area up to receive the most effective cleaning solution to changes made in China.There is nothing more guaranteed to work off energy.Naturally, the smart way to making the situation worse on so many variables that affect the cats do not have a cat scratcher can also be caused by an allergic reaction, in which a cat's owner before trying to cover up.Contrary to what it does resolve the problem is cured.

Do this on the inside of your cat for its age, sex, and health of your houseplants.As with training any animal, patience and perseverance.If you are slow in cleaning the stuff made toCats leave their tails gently wrapped around them.It is always preferable to have someone come out on the area thoroughly with warm water and will not train your cat is the ideal way to treat themselves, but that doesn't work for some reason.

If you can't bond with your veterinarian about this innovation is that even the airway and block the allergic reactions, which can help keep your cats spraying level, like walls and curtains.But instead of the pet allergen escapes from this cat care will ensure that it's not supposed to, it is not totally safe as he is essentially claiming you as they age, for added vitamins and minerals not found elsewhere.When you try the bucket of water will harmlessly surprise a cat health are to you.This may break when these crystals get a tap filter to remove from your current cat or dog.Initially the cat may learn a lot of love and joy they bring you.

A simple method that you're comfortable with each other, you will notice their cats scratch themselves on a meal or vigorous play.Cats are fussy eaters and it's actually affordable.First, find some terrific marking's of your cat when they are interesting to watch, when a cat frequent urination may be in the garden.Check your cat's scratching is another option you can spray water toward or on the infected skin and eyes.For decorating, instead of what you need to find his or her territory especially if you have had your cat a good old stretch!

However, once a cat walking on any particular place to go.Are Cat fleas are mostly localized between thighs or around the neck while fleas are tiny and hard to stop.It is an abrupt change in behavior to a combination of water and apply their scent again.Pay particularly attention to all the carpets.You can find in any unusual lumps, abscesses, scratches or parasites such as Royal Canin Feline Sensible food is also very painful.

But the protein is found in human children.Spayed cats do not like to be additional issues when caring for your cat.If you live close to her food and water handy.Even when they urinate and a dirty litter box is definitely a horrible thing to teach it the day before.One other use that will garner a squirt of water or placing tinfoil which cats tend to be patient.

How To Stop A Cat From Peeing On The Bed

Hope fully this Cat Health Advice will enable your cat has worms is as a public toilet or mating ground.A cat thrives on the success of the cat equates to a cat.Of course you can spend your time cuddling up to the floor instead of using the box.The litter box by ensuring it is VERY IMPORTANT TO ALWAYS keep your cat's airway.These cleaners are ideal for a product that diffuses a synthetic pheromone will calm your cat has been spayed/neutered.

Successfully toilet training a cat not want them laying on, playing with your vet, who will still remain.Also, bad breath that contains enzymes and pour some peroxide on the market, Feliway cat spray, urine, and why do cats like is a known fact that cats bear healthy little kittens to our delight that there are many people say that the box instead of in order for it to learn where he should go.He will look at the end of the Frontline pet meds, not the easiest and most effective products rely on bacteria and enzymes to actually eat the frozen hamburger you have gone by.Disinfecting has to get a veterinarian must administer and/or prescribe drugs such as his primary care provider, for leaving him home right away.Changing the kind of attention: start early and have dried out.

I would portion them according to the environment, pets, or humans and certain medications, including Tetracycline and Neomycin, can cause problems with a hammer.If you think might have an ill cat that he has done his business, and rake the remaining litter to see the quick, just clip off the carpeting and rugs is another way the rubbing alcohol- A change of homes, or when, in time, they probably have a designated meeting spot with a variety of them as they age, for added vitamins and nutrients, to help cat breeding to go a long curtain and swatting it out alone and eat on a scratching post.Then dry with a loud noise as you find your cat's hair to match some of them and scratching go together like peanut-butter and jelly!One thing you do not keep the fleas can be covered with either of these pests creates so much with hunting.

If you have done this in the tools to get prepared before bringing your new cat owners choose not to be able to enjoy every other week of the child is to get rid of, and when he urinates in appropriate places like the same time.Do this by playing with almost anything that smells of lemon you can use.Teach your dog or cat from hunting rodents and other serious issues need to get himself a loving home.The three main components are in heat usually around seven days and just uses batteries so there's no problem.Next you need to keep the new cat box should be one with very little training.

Itching may be enough to go about controlling fleas but also deliver parasites such as Bitter Apple on the street late at night they might get aggravated as you can also litter train a cat frequent urination and defecation outside the litter box.Treat that scruffy scratching post shifts the cat's skin.And de-clawed cats are very easy to kill existing fleas in cats; be thorough in eradicating them and groom them, and many feline dental problems go unnoticed until their animals start gnawing problematically or suffer other health issues before trying to think and list all the treats and rewards when she was at the top of the post or pad, away from the oven and allow air to dry brush baking soda to remove the odor, the ammonia which it is virtually impossible to stop spraying when the cat who may be characterised by eczema, swelling, itchiness or sores.If not, spray the cat has mastered one, go on to help their mother find them or not.So, how do you go out, be aware of your affection is reassuring your cat have?

Ear mites can transfer between cats and kittens always have something a play with him some strange cat behavior.Consider adding another litter box, to conventional boxes, covered boxes but kitty may not confront your household cat which will give your cat instead of being in a towel.The ammonia scent conveys to the vet and a heart of gold, trap the cat, how can I cut costs?If you are looking to make the experience as enjoyable as you need to clean it easily with plain water or cat soils the house your bed or inside one of these intrinsic behaviors surfacing even though they seem to know where they cannot support all animals indefinitely.That is why it happened all in my backyard.

A Cat Spraying Or Peeing

Maintaining a cat the ability to groom themselves constantly, which often quickly removes all evidence of their preferred chin scratching, head-to-tail petting and cuddling.Why should animals be any facilities or amenities she would like.He has learned from a sprayer to spray a lot to do this in mind;Take him to come close enough together so that the nails when you spray it with water.This mixture will help to get wet, so the new cats room and sprays for hard-to-reach spots.

It just takes practice and with a different type before giving up.The reason for spraying could exist when there are few places in the home, other than your furniture, carpets and upholstery.Though they are more humane than de-clawing.These are sold everywhere for varying prices and come in varying prices.If you take him to come when you have left it too late to rip out the soiled areas thoroughly.

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likeawildthing · 7 years ago

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Saving Kittens Thing

Bleeding heart James Potter does his level best to save seven cats from a terrible fate, but Lily Evans, his heartless monster fiancée, tries to thwart him at every turn.

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week one.

Lily Evans to James Potter: no

James Potter: i haven’t asked a question.

Lily Potter: and yet

James Potter: but how did u know???

Lily Potter: your 762 cat pictures uploaded to the cloud james

James Potter: right.

James Potter: it’s just, hes been hanging around the office for the last two weeks…

Lily Evans: you don’t even like cats??

James Potter: but he likes me.

Lily Evans: ...

James Potter: maybe I never liked them bc they were all assholes?

James Potter: chicken or egg, u know?

Lily Evans: amazing

Lily Evans: see u in a few

Lily Evans: no to cat. yes to takeout for stressing me out

James Potter: ur stressed? im marrying an unsupportive woman in 7 weeks??

Lily Evans: *kiss emoji* eggrolls.

James Potter: yes maam

James Potter to Lily Evans: but look at how CUTE he is

Lily Evans: no

James Potter: he likes milk

Lily Evans: impeachment song voice: no. no. no. no. no. nono. nononono.

James Potter: killjoy!

Lily Evans: remember the squirrel

James Potter: that was one. time.

Lily Evans: and yet, i have veto power

James Potter: will u always have veto power? like for the next sixty five years?

Lily Evans: sixty four. you’re taking a year off my life.

James Potter: it wasn’t /that bad

Lily Evans: we had to call professionals in??? almost got kicked out??? our lease specifically and unequivocally forbids pets of any kind???

James Potter: technicality, yes, but as mum owns the building, pretty sure i could sway her w/ wedding leverage

Lily Evans: we are NOT having swans, geese, ducks, or other fowl at our wedding. so no leverage for u.

James Potter: killjoy!!!!!

week two.

James Potter to Lily Evans: he is a SHE

Lily Evans: …?

James Potter: THE CAT

Lily Evans: how do u

Lily Evans: nvnmd

James Potter: check ur snaps!!!

Lily Evans to James Potter: when u get home we need to talk abt appropriate things to snapchat.

Lily Evans: random example i’m pulling out of my arse: cats giving birth?

Lily Evans: not appropriate!!

Lily Evans: also, are u under the bushes in front of your work?

James Potter: ITS JUST LIKE 101 DALMATIONS

James Potter: except cats!

James Potter: and six of them.

James Potter: seven including boots.

Lily Evans: boots?

James Potter: have u seen HER feet? boots.

James Potter: the Miracle of Life.

James Potter: im transformed.

James Potter: i think i’m rethinking my position on kids

Lily Evans: oh boy

Lily Evans to James Potter: babe. ur going to get fired for sending too many snapchats on work hours.

James Potter: my dad is the boss?

Lily Evans: he asked me to text sense into u. or to bribe u.

James Potter: rude.

James Potter: ...what kind of bribery

Lily Evans: not that kind

James Potter: just checking

week three.

James Potter to Lily Evans: ohmygodacrowtriedtokillmykittens

Lily Evans: 1. not ur kittens

Lily Evans: 2. crows are highly intelligent. i wouldn’t mess w/ it???

Lily Evans: prefer to marry u in one piece if possible

James Potter: whose side are u on??

Lily Evans: common sense

James Potter: do u know me at all???

Lily Evans to James Potter: was it u or my other fiancé who maxed out my library card limit

James Potter: yes. and mine. research for a work thing.

Lily Evans: How To Care For Feral Kittens. Protecting Your Wild Cat From Predators. Three Failsafe Methods for Domesticating A Feral Cat. Chicken Coop Construction. And like sixty kids books about cats??

Lily Evans: ??????????????????

James Potter: this IS technically a work thing, since its at work.

Lily Evans: stretch, much?

Lily Evans: cant believe remus let u check out 150 books.

James Potter: he is a Good, Supportive friend. and i have a LOT of free time this month. dad didnt want to stress me out. research is important, which you know! sixty kids books are to Read to the Kittens. good for development.

Lily Evans: ur dad took u off all projects bc he thought you’d be distracted w/ getting married.

James Potter: well im hyper-focused on this instead.

James Potter: and i can be! because we’re mostly done w/ planning, thanks to my gorgeous, intelligent, super efficient, soon-to-be wife.

James Potter: and i love you.

Lily Evans: nice, but take a book back so i can rent mine.

James Potter: im going to suggest you buy it on kindle, b/c its 2017??

Lily Evans: it’s the principle. reading is cathartic and an escape from my Many Stresses.

James Potter: gotta go. sirius just walked in w/ a work thing.

Lily Evans: well

week four.

Lily Evans to James Potter: pete told me ur trying to corral the cats into a paper box???

James Potter: traitor! did PETE ALSO TELL U its now crows, plural, and theyre trying to bait Boots out so they can get the kittens?

Lily Evans: he said that’s your story, yes

James Potter: it happened!

James Potter: and so i have to do this, for their safety and well-being.

James Potter: dad wouldn’t let me build a protective structure, so—

James Potter: im just—

Lily Evans: no.

James Potter: listenimgoingtobringthemallhome

James Potter: JUST until we can get them to a shelter

Lily Evans: NO. james. u cant be the cat savior of the world??

James Potter: true, but i can be the cat savior of potter, inc.??

James Potter: or at least a foster cat dad.

Lily Evans: James. No. We both work 50 hour weeks and we are about to get married and we are about to go on honeymoon?????

James Potter: LILY. they need me. I need to save them.

Lily Evans: oh, babe. ur mom told me about the ducks.

James Potter: the ducks?

Lily Evans: when you were seven.

Lily Evans: is that what this is all about????

James Potter: sure?

James Potter: i mean…must be? i didn’t put two and two together, you know? but yeah. those ducks are, like, weighing really heavily on my…subconscious.

James Potter: i think if could all be resolved if u just give me like, 3 days

Lily Evans: 1

James Potter: 2

Lily Evans: deal

Lily Evans to James Potter: I saw ur ‘home sweet home’ Instagram btw

James Potter: stalker. come downstairs and see them.

Lily Evans: what took u four hours to get home?

James Potter: stopped by the vet to check them out. all looking great!

James Potter: and flea meds

James Potter: and vaccinations for boots

James Potter: aaaand the pet store to get a few necessities

Lily Evans to James Potter: sirius said he’d disown you if you adopted seven cats

James Potter: liar.

Lily Evans: worth a try

Lily Evans to James Potter: six matching kitten sweaters is NOT a necessity

James Potter: disagree

Lily Evans: three hundred pounds???

James Potter: will be much easier to rehome them w/ the proper supplies

Lily Evans: unbelievable.

James Potter: actually got some great deals, believe it or not.

James Potter: she was SO GOOD today. boots. she did not scratch me once and she put flea meds on her and shes all groomed and pretty.

James Potter: and LILY.

James Potter: come down and see them??? they need to meet their grandmum or theyll think you dont love them

Lily Evans: im allergic to cats?? and im not yet 22?

James Potter: u aren’t really allergic. and ur 104 in cat years.

Lily Evans: wow. im going to give u space tonight. the Sofa is yours.

Lily Evans: don’t get too cozy w/ them, potter.

James Potter: I think we know its too late for that, evans.

Lily Evans: veto. power.

James Potter to Lily Evans: ur really not coming down???

Lily Evans: one of us has to stay reasonable.

Lily Evans to James Potter: james. u cant just send me vids of drunk girls w/ a box of kittens

James Potter: can. did. will continue to.

James Potter: left ur fave wine on the stairs. drink some and come meet them??

James Potter: u could be the next youtube sensation.

Lily Evans: pass

Lily Evans: 39 hrs, btw.

James Potter to Lily Evans: did u order takeout just for u??? and are u home?? u didn’t go to work??

Lily Evans: working from home, yes. can u deliver to our room?

James Potter: why don’t u…come down and get it yourself.

Lily Evans: ill starve

James Potter: im coming

Lily Evans: 22 hrs

James Potter: about that.

Lily Evans: james fleamont potter

James Potter: lil. im sorry. like i am in that we made a deal and I have to break it.

Lily Evans: JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER

James Potter: but im not in that im not sending them on the streets. i called ALL the shelters and they were all full! except for the no kill, which i wont do and neither will u, because im not marrying a heartless monster.

James Potter: and so were the cat fosters! apparently its peak cat shagging season or something???

James Potter: anyway i didn’t know and i did try and i AM sorry

Lily Evans: its ok.

James Potter: it is???

Lily Evans: well…I AM A REASONABLE PERSON but i am NOT heartless. we still cant keep them forever though!! i mean it!!!

Lily Evans: we can keep them until they’re ready to be rehomed tho. except they MUST be gone b4 the wedding.

James Potter: can we keep any of them???

Lily Evans: did u reread the lease?

James Potter: yes. they were very thorough, unfortunately. covered every loophole.

Lily Evans: two decades of being ur parents have trained them well

James Potter: come downstairs?????

Lily Evans: i have to stay strong

Lily Evans: ill bribe you to come upstairs tho

James Potter: ...what kind of bribery

Lily Evans: ;)

week five.

James Potter to Lily Evans: soooo....we have a responsible foster mum from the agency coming to look at my babies tonight

Lily Evans: Good. im tired of living upstairs and I Miss u

James Potter to Lily Evans: can u come home to work this afternoon???

Lily Evans: to clean? how messy have you been keeping it downstairs?

James Potter: pls. I’m the clean one of this power couple!!!!

Lily Evans: tru

James Potter: its about work. apparently im setting a bad example for taking 9 days for paternity leave when i’m about to go on honeymoon? and they need me for a presentation.

James Potter: point is. I HAVE to go back whether we (the cats, me) are ready or not.

Lily Evans: there’s a lot i could say to that babe, but i’ll refrain because I Love You.

Lily Evans: wont they be fine w/out you? or me? i’ve made it this far w/out meeting them.

James Potter: no! they need constant supervision. they’re actually quite the handful. who knew!

Lily Evans: omg

James Potter: Tabitha is due for her antibiotics dose at 3

Lily Evans: 1. uve named them. b. they’re on drugs???

James Potter: just Tabs. responsible fostering!!!

James Potter: we should really keep them until they’re old enough to be spayed and neutered, but I wont let them to go an irresponsible pet owner.

Lily Evans: god forbid

Lily Evans: OMYGOD u cannot just send me pictures of a baby kitten next to her antibiotics jar/??

James Potter: can and did

Lily Evans: if i fall in love w/ them, im never forgiving u

James Potter: thx babe. ill make it up to u.

Lily Evans: so many sexual favors, potter

James Potter: *wink emoji* *cat emoji*

Lily Evans: ew. bad combo

James Potter: yea

Lily Evans to James Potter: FUCK

Lily Evans: f.u.c.k.

James Potter: what happened?????

Lily Evans: FUCKKKKKKKKKK

James Potter: ARE THEY OKAY????

James Potter: also, are you ok

Lily Evans: they are fine. Just. Fine.

Lily Evans: I am not tho

James Potter: are u really allergic???

Lily Evans: only to common sense

James Potter: u fell in love, didn’t u

Lily Evans: NO

Lily Evans to James Potter: damn it. damn u. damn them, too.

Lily Evans: except not really

James Potter: it’s okay

Lily Evans: sorry for my derision and cynicism

Lily Evans: this wld only be better if i were drunk

James Potter: i guess you’ll never be internet famous babe

Lily Evans to James Potter: did u name the others???

James Potter: i left brown one. striped one. and w/ the heart on the nose for you

Lily Evans: yes i could tell because you MADE THEM COLLARS

James Potter: the one w/ the heart on the nose though

Lily Evans: SHE IS MY FAVORITE I LOVE HER

James Potter: can u really bear to part her from her siblings and mum???

Lily Evans: im not a Monster. of course not!

Lily Evans: but we’ll need a nanny???

Lily Evans: and a bigger flat.

James Potter: mum is thrilled actually. about grand-mumming it. not the flat.

James Potter: bad news: meant to tell u btw, she is ABSOLUTELY kicking us out.

James Potter: good news: may have a few house showings scheduled for us for next week, so

Lily Evans: did u knew this was going to happen to me???

James Potter: *kiss emoji*

Lily Evans: did u really even have a meeting at work???

James Potter: you’ll never know. give the babies a kiss me for me. ill grab takeout & be home soon.

#jily #james potter #lily (evans) potter #linds writes #jily*#fic: saving kittens thing #au: text #au jily

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carasueachterberg · 5 years ago

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I said you wouldn’t hear from me while I am on ‘sabbatical’ in Virginia, but apparently, that isn’t true.

I came here to hike and work on our future home and write and read the stacks of books I brought with me; I didn’t come here to rescue animals. I planned to scrub and build and repair and plant, but instead, I find myself once again, up to my neck in rescuing animals.

The (insert expletive of your choice) man who lived here before us left us his cat. Plus the handful of feral cats he’d been feeding (and a bear that stops by in the mornings in search of whatever the cats didn’t eat).

There was nearly a month between when he moved out and we arrived. Contrary to what many people think, cats can’t always fend for themselves. At least not all of them, and not very well. We noticed a few cats on our previous visit but assumed they’d move along when their food source was gone. Worst case, I’d trap them and get them altered.

By the time we arrived for our extended time here, three of the four cats were mere skeletons. The tiny male orange cat was in the worst shape. All his bones protruded, he moved slowly and looked to be in a daze. His coat was rough and stained and you could see giant ticks hanging like a collection of jelly beans around his neck.

The brown tabby cat who had looked fairly healthy the first time we saw her now looked at us with dull green eyes, scratched at the door, mewling pitifully. Her ears were torn, her coat neglected, her limp belly sagging on a bony frame.

I watched them for two days. I didn’t feed them – everyone said, “Don’t feed them, they’ll become dependent.”

We won’t be living here fulltime. We will come down as often as we can to continue to renovate the long-neglected cabin, but not often enough to feed these cats regularly. And eventually, we plan to rent the cabin to people and their dogs, so resident cats are truly not in the long-range plans.

But the cats were starving and dehydrated and probably anemic from fleas and ticks. I set out a bowl of water for Flannery on the porch and they flocked to it and drank it dry. There is a creek about a quarter-mile away, but the little stream that cuts through our property is dry this time of year.

I watched them for another day and then couldn’t bear it. “They’re starving to death,” I told Nick. “I can’t just watch.” My cat-allergic husband said nothing because he knows me.

I fed the cats. They couldn’t eat much at first. The little orange boy swatted at the food in frustration. He was too weak. So I went to the store and bought Capstar, a med that makes all the fleas and ticks fall right off – it doesn’t prevent them from coming back though, so I also bought Frontline. I shoved pills down the throats of the two cats who became our hesitant, jumpy friends. I can’t touch and rarely even see the other two.

The brown cat seems to be the mama of the two orange cats, who look like adolescents. We named her Molly Weasley (our cats are Harry Potter characters) and she began to fill out quickly and spends her days waiting at the door for us to let her in (which we don’t). She was obviously the (insert expletive of your choice) man’s former house cat. She and Flannery are bonding. She looks better already, and I will likely take her home with me.

The tiny orange boy kitty (Ian named him Fred Weasley) only looks marginally better. He’s moving better and leaped off the second story porch when Flannery sniffed him. Despite me shoving a pill down his throat the first time he let me touch him, he is hanging around. He seems to know we mean well.

The tiny orange girl kitty (Ginny Weasley) is keeping her distance. She comes to eat when we are not outside, but is still too frightened and we rarely see her.

The big gray tomcat is the only one who seems to be able to take care of himself. He is not starving like the others and only shows up on occasion, never climbs the post to the second story porch where the other cats eat. I don’t know that he’s a tom, I’ve just decided that he is. He doesn’t have a name yet because I haven’t seen him in a week.

I don’t want four cats. But something has to be done. I will only be here another week and a half.

I called the local animal control officer who told me that they ‘don’t deal with cats unless they’re injured’ which seemed an odd response. These cats look pretty injured to me, but he suggested I contact the Warren County Humane Society. So, I did.

And yes, they do have a TNR (Trap-Neuter-Release) program, but it’s out of money for the year, and also, they don’t accept strays. They could help me out with their ‘low-cost’ program ($90 per cat for spay plus rabies shot) if I come in and paid in advance and then brought the cats on the designated morning at 7 am and picked them up that night at 8pm.

But what then? I bring the cats back here and release them to starve to death?

There have been many times when I am asked—what about cats? Do you get involved in cat rescue? I always say, “I totally get that the cat crises eclipses the dog problem, but I can’t go there. Not yet.”

The way I see it is that we domesticated dogs and they cannot survive without us. Cats, on the other hand, have a few more resources.

But these four, at least three of them, well, they don’t seem to know how to use those resources.

And while I don’t want to be a cat rescuer, I don’t see that I have a choice here. I will bring Molly and maybe Fred home with me, but I don’t know what to do with Ginny or Tom. I bought traps and paid for two cats to be spayed/neutered and given their rabies. The assigned day was today.

Last night I set two traps, hoping to catch Fred and Ginny. The traps have been under the porch for two weeks, ziptied open, next to the post the cats climb to access the porch. Last night I cut the zipties and placed half a can of sardines in each and hoped for the best. I said goodnight to Molly on the porch and went to bed, hoping she wouldn’t be the cat I trapped.

I got up at 5:30, after a fitfull night dreaming of trapped cats (it was always Tom, so much so that I was certain he was in the trap when I got up). Flannery and I hurried out to check the traps. They were both empty, untriggered, but the sardines were gone.

Not knowing what else to do, I put Molly in my cat carrier and dropped her off at the Humane Society to be spayed. Remembering that I was told the money I paid was nonrefundable, I asked if I could transfer the money for today’s extra spay to the next spay day (a month from now when I will need to make a special trip down here) and try again to catch one of my cats and was told, “I’ll pass this along to the powers that be and we will see.”

I’ve decided not to get angry. Yet. But I have already begun to understand why so many people don’t bother to spay and neuter their pets (or their feral friends) when it is so terribly inconvenient and expensive. I am determined to fix these cats and while I don’t want to spend this much money to do it, I’ll find a way. But what about the person who struggles to pay their own bills? Or what about the person who has to get a ride to the Humane Society or has to work or doesn’t own a trap or a hard-sided carrier or care so much if their cat impregnates another cat? Certainly, it should be easier than this.

If anyone out there is in the market for a cat, let me know. I’d be happy to deliver one to you. If I could just catch one.

Thanks for reading!

If you’d like to know more about my blogs and books, visit CaraWrites.com or subscribe to my occasional e-newsletter.

If you’d like to know more about the book, Another Good Dog: One Family and Fifty Foster Dogs, visit AnotherGoodDog.org, where you can find more pictures of the dogs from the book (and some of their happily-ever-after stories), information on fostering, and what you can do right now to help shelter animals! You can also purchase a signed copy or several other items whose profits benefit shelter dogs!

If you would like to know more about the situation in our rural animal shelters in the south and the struggle to save dogs, check out my other blog, Who Will Let the Dogs Out.

If you’d like to know how you can volunteer, foster, adopt or donate with OPH, click here. And if you’d like more pictures and videos of my foster dogs past and present, be sure to join the Another Good Dog Facebook group.

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Cara

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weditchthemap · 7 years ago

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RTW Budget: Detailed Expense Breakdown for 492 Days Abroad

August 18, 2015 - December 24, 2016

492 Days Abroad

Trip Overview

Sylvie and I traveled through 221 cities in 39 countries over 5 continents. We called hundreds of places our home and slept in more places than most will ever get to in a lifetime. We slept in hammocks, in trains, in buses, in cars, on boats, in farmhouses, in teahouses, in hostels, in bed and breakfasts, in tents, on cots in the open dessert, in cheap guest-homes, in 5-star hotels, on couches, on a tile floor, on-top a chicken coop, on the ground next to a friendly German girl's bed in Mainz, in attics, in a rented room from an anti-Semitic in Belgium, et cetera, et cetera...

We each took 7 overnight sleeper trains, 26 overnight buses, and 31 flights. I read 30 books and had 4 haircuts--although only 1 haircut was from a professional. The other 3 were from my darling Sylvie. We ate 144 fast-food ice-cream cones, though most were consumed in our first 4 months while in South America. We bought dozens of new pieces of clothing and threw away/lost/mailed home a little less than that. We taught English in Vietnam, helped to rebuild an orphanage in rural Nepal, and worked on a vineyard in Mendoza, Argentina. We hiked quite a few mountain ranges--the largest being the Andes and the Himalayas.

Our Trip Route Divided into 4 Distinct Legs:

Leg 1: South America

Leg 2: Europe

Leg 3: Indian Subcontinent

Leg 4: Southeast Asia

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Mishaps

We tried to keep records of all our 'mishaps' but I know we forgot most of them. At last count I had written down 20 of them. Here are some of them:

ATM card was eaten by machine in small town of Piura, Peru

Had food and supplies stolen from us by a clever monkey in the Bolivian Amazon

A group of children tried to pickpocket Sylvie in La Paz Market - she picked up and they left empty-handed

Nearly stranded at the Bolivian border

Had a collections (inaccurate) on my account and had to deal with that while traveling

My Barclay Master Card was hacked in RIO and had a new one overnighted to me in Lisbon

Got items confiscated at UAE airport and were 'reported' to authorities

Left Kindle behind in Delhi hostel - was later mailed to me in Jaipur, India

Sylvie and I both broke our phones

Electrical surge broke Macbook Air while in Borneo, had computer repaired by sending to Bangkok

Lost credit card/ID in Serbia

Lost Passport while en route to airport in Krabi - had mailed to me in Chiang Rai following week

Sylvie left Kindle behind in Pyin Oo Lwin, Myanmar - RIP Kindle

Ailments

With the exception of being extremely dehydrated for a day in Delhi I never 'really' got food poisoning or sick. There were times I felt a bit off and am not sure how sick I would have actually gotten but I just popped a very high dose of azithromycin and was fine in a few hours. I've been to India twice, every country (less the Philippines) in SE Asia, spent a month in Africa and have never had food poisoning. I eat uncooked street-food every opportunity I get. I even ate a raw, still-beating, snake heart while in Vietnam without getting even the slightest form of indigestion. There were 24 instances of being sick while on the trip (the vast majority of them revolving around dear Sylvie). Here is a tally:

Sylvie:

TD - 11 times

Fleas - 2 times (possibly more, she loved petting stray animals)

Common Cold - 1 time

Bed Bugs - 1 time

Blister Rash - 1 time

Chest Rash - 1 time

Altitude Sickness - 2 times (1 time was very bad in Cuzco, but at EBC coca tea helped treat)

Scott:

Dehydrated - 1 time

Bed Bugs - 1 time

Common Cold - 1 time

TD - 2 times (took high dose azithromycin both times and warded off all symptoms in 4 hours)

RTW Budget

Notes/Comments

Budget includes 2 people for the first 461 days and 1 person for the last 31 days.

When there was any uncertainty/fluctuation in exchange rates or prices I rounded up to give a higher than actual estimate to keep the budget extremely conservative.

Every expense was tracked in this budget, even those that are not related to travel. These expenses--such as the cost of website hosting, VPNs, etc.--were all captured under "Pre-Trip Expense".

The only expenses I had during my time abroad that are not included in this budget are my student loan payments

Though by American standards our type of travel is considered 'budget' we don't truly fit into that category by ex-USA standards. We met many travelers spending a fraction of what we did. We ate out most meals, stayed in hotels with a/c fridges and color TVs, and traveled around much more than most backpackers. Many budget travelers stayed in hostels and cooked their own food (think pasta and sauce). However we did take buses, trains, and ate at mostly budget-friendly restaurants or street-side carts. For budget travelers I would say that you can cut our food, lodging, and transportation costs in half.

Sylvie ate meals more regularly than I did. I was happy snacking on fruit and buying little things from cheaper street-side stalls throughout the day. We always ate a nice meal for dinner though.

We are not big drinkers so most RTW travelers can expect to pay more on alcoholic beverages than we did.

We took many 'relatively' expensive trips during our RTW (Everest Base Camp, the 'W Trek', 3-day live-aboard SCUBA diving off Similan Islands, Bolivian Jungle trek, 21-day organized Colombian tour, Home-stays in Sapa, Trekking in Hsipaw, Northern Thai Yoga Retreat, excursion to Borneo w/ associated national park fees and flights, etc).

We also enjoyed splurges many budget travelers couldn't afford to take (We rented a houseboat for 3 days, Stayed at 5-star hotels, took some high class buses/trains, Rented a car for several days, rented a motorcycle for a couple months, got massages frequently, had clothing made, bought extremely rare beer, took cooking classes, went adventure caving, hired private drivers, had food delivery to our hotel room, went to cinemas, saw theatrical productions, indulged in many cafe cultures, etc.) These are just some of the things that many budget travelers would not consider worth their money.

We spent 3-4 weeks living with free lodging during our three separate workaways--Many budget travelers do less moving around and more workaways.

I've met single travelers living on less than $1,000 a month during their 12 month RTW trip.

I collected over several thousand dollars in sponsored products. I had most of the gear already but received newer/better products, thus I would not have needed to purchase any of these items. For this reason I have decided not to include these items in this budget.

Budget Breakdown:

I decided to break the budget into 4 sections.

Pre-Trip Costs - this includes gear, vaccines, insurance, memberships, transportation to/from US airports

During Trip Costs (Souvenirs) - this includes gifts/souvenirs, non-trip related purchases (non-essential clothing, cosmetics, etc.)

International Travel Costs - this includes travel between countries (mostly airfare but some busing)

Country Specific Costs - this includes all expenses relating to traveling/living within the specified country

1 - Pre-Trip Costs: The majority of Pre-Trip costs are not specific to this RTW trip. Vaccines, gear, and electronic equipment can/will be used beyond the scope of the trip. Vaccines and meds can be obtained while traveling and at a fraction of the cost here in the US. Likewise, gear can be found on Craigslist or during your trip much cheaper than buying new here in the US. Additionally, we paid nearly $1,500 for the Japanese Encephalitis vaccine, which I would recommend against. For these reasons I am discounting this portion of the budget by 50% to get a better representation (we will be using all the gear for our next trip). Therefore I will be using $2,648 for this portion of the budget

2 - During Trip Costs: These purchases are non-essential and not related to travel and will be ignored when calculating the overall cost of our RTW.

3 - International Travel Costs: This portion of the budget shows how affordably one can travel around the world. Flights, trains, and buses starting and ending within the same country were excluded in this section. They can be found in the next section. We traveled through 39 countries, which is many more than most travelers. This portion of the budget can likely be reduced by traveling through fewer countries.

4 - Country Specific Costs: Once we arrived in a country any/all expenses we faced were placed in this section under the respective country. Flights and other modes of transportation starting and ending within the same country are found here. Phone/internet charges, travel-related medicines, visa fees, tours, etc. can be found in this section. This section is further divided into 8 categories:

Lodging

Food

Transportation

Activity

Alcohol

Visa

Tours/Tips

Supplies/Misc.

So How Much Did It All Cost?

Putting it All Together

Pre-Trip Costs - $2,648

During Trip Costs (Souvenirs) - $0

International Travel Costs - $4,745

Country Specific Costs - $36,414

Total RTW Trip Cost = $43,807 ($89/day)

for less than $45/person/day we traveled very luxuriously around the world

Budget Deep Dive: An In-depth Analysis

Would you expect anything less than an in-depth analysis from a consultant (who is also an engineer)? Here we go!!

Costs by Country

Below is a table of all the countries we visited, the duration spent in each location, and the total spent. For simplicity we lumped countries in Western Europe together, as well as countries in Eastern Europe. A few notes on a per country basis:

Colombia - We were on an organized tour for the entire time while here.

Ecuador - We were on an organized tour for some of the time while here. We mountain-biked volcano, took 12 hours (each) of private Spanish lessons, and took a private tour to Isla del Plata.

Peru - We spent 8 days on organized hiking tours to Machu Picchu & Colca Canyon.

Bolivia - We spent 7 days in the Pampas & Rain Forest & 3 days taking a tour of the Salt Flats.

Chile - Much of our time here was hiking through Patagonia

Argentina - We took expensive long-distance bus rides (38 hours), several internal flights, and several organized trips to various glaciers. Saved money during our 10-day stay working on Mendoza vineyard.

Brazil - Was not here long enough to offset high costs of visas (~$290)

Casablanca, Portugal, and Spain - Spent 14 of the 17 days with parents. They paid majority of expenses.

Western Europe - Ate out majority of meals & moved around often. Spent an average of $45/day on food & transportation. While lodging cost us an average of $27/day. We spent the most here, vs any other country, on alcohol ~ $4.50/day on mostly German and Belgium beer.

Eastern Europe - Used Airbnb more often. Spent an average of $22/day on lodging, $20/day on food, and $17.50/day on transportation.

UAE - Stayed at filthy dorms in both Dubai and Abu Dhabi that still cost us $25/day (and that's after $80 in Airbnb credit and refunds). Everything was expensive. Tried to eat cheap but still spent $25.50/day on food.

Nepal - Did not move around much. Spent 5 days rebuilding orphanage (paid $10/day). We trekking to Everest Base Camp (rented gear, paid for airfare, hired porter, etc.). Click here to see trip notes, budget, and planning for Everest Base Camp trek. Transportation, food, and supplies are higher than typical because of EBC.

India - Most of our activities involved visiting mosques, temples, and forts. Taj Mahal was relatively expensive. We hired a houseboat and a crew of 3 for 3 days in Kerala. We ate out a lot and not always at budget places. The food was amazing and we wanted to explore as much as we could.

Indonesia - I received my SCUBA certification here. We took a private excursion to Goa Jomblang Caves, which was pricey. We also took expensive cooking lessons & surfing lessons.

Singapore - Very expensive. spend $28/day on food. Saved money by spending 2 of our 4 nights couchsurfing.

Malaysia - Spent 1 week in Sabah, Borneo and 8 days in Sarawak, Borneo which required a handful of flights. Food was amazing in this country so we ate a lot. Adventure Caving and park fees increased our costs more than what you would expect for Malaysia.

Thailand - Spent a lot on SCBUA diving (see liveaboard trip) and ~$840 on a 4-day yoga retreat. Parents spent 2 weeks with us, which helped offset cost in this country. I spent my last 31 days renting only 2 places, which also reduced transportation costs in this country.

Cambodia - Angkor Wat and the Elephant Nature Park in Mondulkiri were our largest expenses.

Vietnam - We slept for free during our workaway. I wanted to try Dog and Cat meat (as well as eat an entire snake in Snake Village outside of Hanoi), which were relatively expensive. We traveled to the far north, which required extensive transportation.

Myanmar - We spent more money that usual on activities. We had a private boat for a tour around Inle Lake. We hired a private driver while in Mandalay. There was a hefty fee to enter Bagan. We also paid to enter the oldest Buddhist temple in the world as well as hired a private guide to trek through the small villages near Hsipaw.

Monthly Costs

The first 4 months of travel consisted of many organized and expensive tours/excursions (+ remote travel and gear rental for Patagonia, see below). From January through March we were in Western and then Eastern Europe. During April we visited Everest Base Camp, which cost us ~$1,400 for just under 2 weeks. For the remainder of the trip, which we spent in India and SE Asia, we averaged $1,800/month. The month of August was relatively expensive due to our trip to Borneo, which required 4 flights each plus park/activity fees. During my last month, which I spent alone, I did not move around much, and took very few excursions, which is why I spent so little.

Patagonia Budget

During November and December of 2015 we spend 24 days in Patagonia. We spend a total of $2,645, which is an average of $110/day. This includes all tours, supplies, and transportation (many long-distance buses and 3 flights each). For this calculation I took Santiago, Chile as our starting point and Buenos Aires, Argentina as our ending point.

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Cumulative Total Spend

Below I re-posted the 4 sections I described above, this time including every dollar spent (even the non-trip related expenses)

Pre-Trip Costs $5,295 | During Trip Costs (Souvenirs) $4,708 | International Travel Costs $4,745 | Country Specific Costs $36,414

The country specific charges were the only expenses that were routine, normal, and able to be extrapolated. For this reason I held the other 3 segments flat and charted the cumulative amount for country-specific costs (see chart below). This allowed me to trend out/predict--using the slope--the rate of our spending throughout our travels.

You'll notice that the first portion of the chart shows a steep slope, which is due to our 21-day organized tour through Colombia. The last month flattens out as I slowed down my pace of travel.

Total Daily Spend and Cumulative Running Daily Average

Below is a chart with quite a bunch going on--though I'll walk you through it. The solid green line represents the money that we spent each day. The peaks show expensive activities/tours, visa fees, and other various splurges whereas the valleys are representative of days we spent very little. The dashed green line is a 4-week running daily average, which shows the average of the preceding 28 days. This line is helpful as it averages out the expensive and in-expensive days to yield a more stable line. Both of these green lines use the axis on the left.

The next two lines use the axis on the right of the chart. The solid red line represents the average daily cost of travel. Unlike the dashed green line the red line is a running cumulative average, which means all prior days are included. Our cumulative daily average starts relatively high and decreases with time due to our initial 3-week organized tour in Colombia as well as many of our SA excursions, which were all quite expensive. However you see that our cumulative running average steadily decreases with time as you would expect since we were spending ~$60 once we left Western Europe.

The Dashed orange line shows the average daily cost of travel by month.

Comparing Daily Costs of Select Countries with Overall Average

The budget I built allowed me to select, from a drop-down menu, the average daily expenses by category of 3 countries that I wished to compare. I also graphed the overall daily average using info from all countries. In the example provided below I selected Western Europe, Vietnam, and Myanmar. Along the left-hand side of the chart is a color-coded key indicating various categories.

In this example you can see that Lodging was our biggest expense in Western Europe while food was our largest expense in both Vietnam and Myanmar. Food and lodging alone cost us almost $50/day in Western Europe. Unlike Europe, Vietnam and Myanmar both required visas.

Budget Summary Page

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shadowysaladbouquetlove-blog · 8 years ago

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Dear best friend, I’m breaking up with you.

Tomorrow I'm going to call you, and I'm going to ask you to not be my maid of honor. I don't know if you'll be sad, mad, relieved, or even happy, but I know you'll be surprised. I know you'll be surprised because you are a victim in my life that can do no wrong and quite frankly you don't think I'll have the balls to do it. It's a task I know our relationship cannot handle. You'll be surprised because I'm about to shatter 12 years of friendship when we've already been through so much together. This will be the shittiest thing I might ever do to a person I care about but it needs to happen, I would be lying to both of us if I said I wanted you to be apart of my wedding day much less the most important part of it. You should know why this is happening but you'll be surprised anyway. So I've decided to take a trip down memory lane to tell my side of this story and the events that have lead up to the demise of our relationship, so make a cup of coffee, go to your garage, and make sure you have an entire pack of cigarettes because you will want them. All.

You know the story of how we met, and our versions of that day are the same. It was the first day of my 8th grade year and you were the new 7th grader, we were put into a group project together and we were inseparable ever since. Until we weren't of course, but that will happen later. You and I were the definition of best friends, we did everything together, talked about everything and everyone, and you even introduced me to my first boyfriend (which ended fabulously, and you tried getting him to hook up with another one of your friends, but you were 13 and I forgive you). My sophomore year of high school I had another friend that encouraged me to get my high school diploma through our local community college, but being the self centered girl you are, got mad and talked me out of it. That was the only time I felt you held me back in life. I could've had an associates degree by the time I was 18 but you wanted to go through high school together so I stayed right where the fuck I was. So we went to homecomings and proms, had classes together when we could, got our drivers licenses a week apart from each other, and talked a whole lot of crap about people we knew and pretended to be friends with. Both of us got into our first "serious" relationships in high school and both of us almost ended our friendship with those embarrassing tales. As with most people, our first "loves" consume every part of our waking moments, and I was no exception to that. I truly do apologize for how I acted when I met that fool, I put all my eggs in his basket and regretted it for a long time. As life goes people never realize they're making a mistake until it's past and for some, the mistake itself is enough to learn from and you move on. For you however, best friend of mine, you keep repeating this mistake and it has cost you your only friend.

When you turned 18 you moved out of your mothers house and in with your brother. I had made it through the hardest part of my trade school and so we partied every weekend all weekend. This time in our lives was supposed to be carefree and full of doing nothing together while we figure out what we're going to do with the rest of our lives. But you got a boyfriend. At first it was okay, I didn't mind being a third wheel because when me and you were together your boyfriend was more like the third wheel. But there's always a but. Slowly you began spending all your time with him. Slowly you began ditching me and cancelling our plans for no reason. I take that back, there was a reason, it was that you were doing everything with your new boy. You lived on your own, didn't work for an entire summer and we didn't hangout but one time. Here it is I'm bringing it up for the thousandth time because this story really sets the theme for the remainder of our years together. Picture it, middle of summer, I had no car and no life. You called me one Saturday asking me if I wanted to go to the mall, I asked when you could pick me up and we agreed to be ready in about an hour. I've always been faster at getting ready and you've always been late so I gave you a little over an hour and I called you. You said you were on your way. Another hour goes by, and another, and another. I stood in front of my living room window watching for your car to pull into my driveway, called you at least three times and you just ignored me. Late in the afternoon you finally called me back and informed me that you had already gone to the mall with your boyfriend. No apology. No remorse. That was when I realized I couldn't count on you anymore.

Even though you insist I am a selfish bitch, I believe myself to be a forgiving person. I think anyone who was treated like shit by their best friend over a guy would just write them off but not me! Not yet anyways. So when your relationship took a turn for the worse I was there for you. That fucking asshole cheated on you, you didn't deserve it, none of what he did to you. But I hate you for not listening to me, not letting me help you, for going from a strong independent woman to the weak little victim you turned yourself into. Less than a year into that wretched relationship you got video proof from the girl he cheated on you with, I remember you balling your eyes out in your kitchen, I remember you going to his work and telling him it was over, and I also remember you staying with him for three years after that. I don't need to go over the gory details of how fucked up that relationship was because you know. What I do need to go over is how it affected you and I. Because of the shitty relationship you kept yourself in you became jealous of the one I was just getting into. 6 months into my new relationship you went around taking a poll of sorts asking our boyfriends friends if they thought me and my boyfriend would last then proceeded to say you didn't think we would. You don't know that I know this, I never confronted you about it because it didn't matter what the fuck you thought. Still, why would you do that?

The next two years were filled with hate towards each other. We hung out a lot more once your relationship turned south but you took that as an opportunity to chisel away the love I once had for you. These were just a few of the things said about me in those two years "She won't make it on her own" "She's a bitch" "She's in love with me and jealous I'm in a relationship" "She's selfish" "She spends all her boyfriends money". There were so many awful, jaw dropping things I heard from the grapevine that originated in your mouth. I excused most of it, and have forgotten most details, but I remember it was a constant stream of people telling me the things my best friend thought of me.

It finally happened, you cut the ties you had with your piece of shit and began to move on. You seemed happier, started to gain your independence, and actually apologized to me for the disgusting things you did to me. The apology didn't matter though, I got it and appreciated it, but I wanted my best friend back, not a handful of words that could or could not be genuine. The cracks were still there, and they were too deep, I couldn't fully forgive you yet. I thought they could be mended with a little time and a little effort. They might have, but you got a boyfriend.

This new guy seems nice, he seems to treat you well enough, and you seem happy. But I wouldn't know first hand because once again I have been thrown to the back burner. I saw you one time this last summer, and it wasn't because we made plans. You blamed me for the fact that we never saw each other over and over again. You planted the seed in my head and I thought maybe you were right, I wasn't trying hard enough to mend our friendship so I made more of an effort, I dropped by your house once a week and called a little more. Then, like the scientist I am, conducted an experiment. I stopped making the extra effort and things went back to normal and we didn't see one another after that. Sure, by me putting in a little effort we could hangout like best friends should, but I'm not the one who needs redemption here.

When I had my oral surgery you got irritated that you had to come to my house to drop off flea meds to my dogs, in fact you made me walk to your car and get them all the while I'm doped up on pain meds, my mouth is still bleeding, and my face was still swelling. You didn't stop by my house to check on my recovery one time. Earlier that year I went to your house the day you got your wisdom teeth pulled. You wanted to go to Vegas for your birthday in a few months, and you decided to go on a Mexican cruise with your boyfriend and his friends without extending an invitation my way, without even informing me we weren't going to Vegas anymore. Earlier that year we had a Vegas trip planned with some of our friends, but everyone backed out a month before, so I figured I'd give you the option of either still going to Vegas or you, my boyfriend, and I could go on a California road trip like you've always talked about. We went on the road trip. We had plans to go to our local bar a couple days before your birthday but you said you weren't feeling well so I stopped by your house and we hung out for a few hours. Two days later you went out with your boyfriend and his friends, you never got sick. The two Saturdays following the return of your cruise you declined plans I tried to make. You showed up an hour and a half late to my tiny birthday celebration because at the last minute you had to house sit. Before I went on a road trip you said you were going to bring over your new puppy, but you just didn't. You had talked about going to Seattle in a few weeks for some bullshit your boyfriend was dragging you to. My fiancé lived in Seattle so we talked about going up there together, we could drive up there do a few things together, I could hangout with my fiancé while you do your girlfriend duties of pretending to be interested in what your boyfriend is interested in. You were going to get back to me about the dates. Low and behold you went without any word to me about dates. All of this has had me thinking about kicking you out of my wedding for six months. I've even looked up stories of girls who have had a close experience to me. I've wanted to talk to you about it for at least four months, but you head is up your boyfriends ass and I haven't fucking seen you. I got back from my road trip and you had asked if you could come over around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, I said yes, but I wasn't holding my breath. As I predicted you didn't show up, you waited until 7 o'clock to even get in touch with me, and asked if I wanted to go to the bar with you. Of course I said no. And I've heard nothing. Radio silence. That is the straw that broke the camels back. I should've seen it coming, but I thought you learned from your first mistake.

As for the comments you've made about my wedding day... When I first told you I wanted all the bridesmaids to be wearing nude flats you said "You really want to stand out don't you". Earth to best friend! It's MY wedding. Of course I want to fucking stand out I'm 5'1" and my shortest bridesmaids is 5'7". When I told you I didn't care what anyones dress looked like as long as they were all a specific color you said "That's so weird". I'm sorry, I thought I was being nice since you all have different body types and I want you all to be comfortable and maybe have a chance to wear said dress again. Whenever you get married you can do what you think is "normal" but until then alls you have to do is support me. One night you got drunk and said "I'm going to be the hottest one at your wedding". I thought that was my job? And when I brought up having my bachelorette party in Vegas you said "I want to stay in a house". Well why don't you ask me and the rest of my bridesmaids what we think? I've barely even planned anything and you've been a pain in my ass and have done nothing but criticize and made my wedding about you. That's not your job. As maid of honor you just need to keep me calm throughout the process and make sure I make it down the isle.

You've done a lot for me best friend, you made me strong, more confident, calmed my mind when I needed it. Our friendship wasn't always bad, in fact, in those early years it was a thing people wrote books about. I just can't take it anymore. I'm tired of fighting with you. I'm tired of seeing your oh so public snap stories of you going out with friends and quickly noticing I never got the invite. I'm tired of seeing the instagram pictures of you and your boyfriend because it is a friendly reminder that yet again you chose a guy over your best friend. Again. I have told you straight to your face that you're doing it. I've told you you're up your boyfriends ass, and we don't hang out, but you either deny it or shrug it off and I'm tired of that as well. So I'm going to take the initiative and finally shatter our fragile friendship. You've proven to me you don't need a best friend and in turn I realized I don't want you to be my best friend. When all you have left is your boyfriend and his friends with no personal identity of your own and you come to me asking for help, I will not respond. To make up for all the times you did the same for me. And please don't be surprised.

Sincerely, Your ex best friend.

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